Date: Wed, 29 Jan 2003 09:22:21 -0800 (PST)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: Majah And The Amazing foot Long

This is still another story that depicts sexual contact between a male over
eighteen and one under eighteen. It is only a story BUT if this type of
content is bothersome to you or illegal where you live, perhaps you should
consider reading something else.


He had the unlikely name of Majah if you can possibly imagine any parents
giving a white boy from New Mexico such a name. I say white boy but I found
out later he had just enough American Indian or possibly Mexican blood to
give him a slight tanned look, a very light brown, so he wasn't exactly
white. The "J" in his name was soft, like in Mah Jong, a sort of "zzhh"
sound, and he liked to be called Maj or Majie.

At barely thirteen, looking maybe eleven, Majie was as cute a button and no
bigger than a minute, the top of his spikey brown hair barely reaching my
chin, and I'm only five foot seven. He was a skinny little thing, giving
the impression of being underfed but I'd seen him eat and underfed he
wasn't. Maj had bright blue eyes, a small nose with a few freckles that
were all but invisible. His smile was ever present, his perfect lips a
great frame for bright sparkling white teeth of which the two top front
were slightly crooked.  He was the kind of kid that men and women alike
wanted to cuddle and hold he was just so fuckin cute and he had no
objections to such behaviors, reveling in physical attention.

Majie also had an eleven and a half inch cock.

That's right, you heard me. Eleven and a half inches. Give or take a
fraction.

Circumcised.

With a perfectly shaped and beautifully proportioned head.

I swear to god. I measured it myself as Maj wasn't sure, nor was he
concerned about it. The stupendous appendage wasn't fat necessarily, or
thin, but of a nice girth befitting of the young boys' slender build.

I about shit my pants the first time I saw it and I'm still amazed to this
day when I cast my gaze on the cute little boy with a python hanging gently
between his slender thighs, and almost between his knobby knees.

How do I know this, you ask. Well, therein lies the story.

Majah and his single mother showed up at my small apartment building one
day in early June and rented a large one bedroom.  The building clientele
is middle aged, many of them single women so our environment is pretty
quiet most of the time. It's not that I don't like children, it's just the
way things have worked out the past five years or so. Given than, I was
leery of renting to a young single woman with a small boy but they both
presented well. Nicely dressed, quiet and soft spoken, I felt they might
fit in okay, not disrupting the serenity of our humble home.

And, the apartment had been empty for two months, something I'm never
comfortable with since the apartment building is my primary source of
income.

Majah's mother, Serena, worked a low level secretary type job in one of the
business buildings downtown having transferred here from somewhere in the
southwestern US. Her application listed another source of income but what
it was, was not made clear, nor was it any of my business.

I ended up with Maj sort of by default. His mother was gone all day and
sometimes into the night, the latter on dates I supposed. I mean, hell, she
was young, not uncomely so I was sure she wasn't at a loss for male
company. If she was, much to her credit, she didn't bring the dates home,
although it did create a situation where her son was alone a lot.

I spend much of day cleaning and pruning the walled grounds of my little
domain, keeping the gardens and walkways tidy and looking sharp. It was
early one morning that Maj approached me there as I was weeding.  He had
walked up and just stood politely watching me until I looked up at him and
was presented with his signature smile. He introduced himself, asking that
I call him by one of his nicknames, which turned out to be Maj most of the
time. I told him he could call me Eli, short for Elijah and we became fast
friends almost from the start.

Not having a thing to do, not knowing anyone or where to go, he offered to
help me in my chores, something I was a little loathe to do because it gave
me great pleasure. I made the decision because I felt sorry for him but
also because he was so fucking sweet and so fucking cute. I loved
boys. Always had. I just hadn't pursued them although I had more than my
share of male encounters with adult guys.  I did have a few encounters with
teenage boys and relished them in my memory over the years. In all fairness
however, I didn't engage Maj's help for that reason, I just enjoy boys,
even in nonsexual situations.

On that first day I found out a great deal about the boy since he was full
on outgoing and willing to chatter along about himself. I was totally
astounded to learn that he was thirteen, having reached that milestone on
May Day. I tried not to look too surprised at this but he went on to say
that most people had always figured him to be much younger than he was. But
he didn't seem to mind. I found that he had been raised mostly by his
mother parents in rural New Mexico, his school being a three room affair
that taught six grades. His grandparents were good Christian people who
worked their farm for years before leasing out the thousand acres and
retiring on it.  He had few friends, no close neighbors so spent most of
his young life fairly sheltered.  Apparently his mother came and went,
trying to set down some roots in order to provide some solidarity for Maj
but always falling short. So, the boy lived mostly with his grandparents
and from time to time with his seemingly brainless mother. And here she
was, trying to make it work once more time only this time she moved four
thousand miles away from home not four hundred.

Her general method was to attempt her parenting skills during the
summer. Within three months it would have failed for whatever reason and
Majie would be back with his grandparents so it turned out almost like a
summer vacation with mom. Whether or not Serena planned it that was is open
to question but it did keep Majah's schooling consistent and there was a
lot to be said for that.

So now, Maj was slated to enter seventh grade, he was on an island four
thousand miles from the security of his grandparents and he was a little
bit concerned about that. That he told me this entire story before lunch on
our first time together was testimony to the boy's concerns and fears,
although at no time during the discussion did he actually vocalize serious
fear or worry but it was certainly implied. At least I picked up on it.

The boy worked well with me I thought, following directions and doing as he
was asked with seemingly endless energy. I noticed on more than one
occasion that he tugged at his groin through his baggy pants, something
many adolescent boys did. For the most part I didn't think a lot about it
but it got to where I wondered if he was okay, although he didn't appear to
be in distress nor did he say he needed to go to the bathroom or to quit
working with me and leave for his own apartment. So I shined it on.

It came time to break for lunch and I invited him up to my apartment, which
was the third level of the building.  I had the two apartments combined
into one when I bought the apartment building so it was done to my
specifications, meaning it was a large, and very open floor plan, both
inside and to the outside, which had no walls separating the living area
from the patio area.  Over five hundred square feet in size, the patio
especially was my haven, my sanctuary. The entire perimeter was a box hedge
four feet high. Trees, chosen for their smaller but full foliaged stature,
dotted the area providing shady areas and creating a very park like
atmosphere three stories above ground. There was also a small swimming pool
that had needed complete renovation but was now fully functional and used
oft used along with a hot tub. There were no other buildings near by that
were taller so the unobstructed view during the day was ocean and the high
hotels and condos of the tourist area. At night the view was lots of lights
and quite beautiful. The overall layout also allowed me to run naked
whenever I chose without fear of being observed by anyone unless they were
using binoculars in one of the much taller buildings over a half-mile away.

Majie roamed around all the while exclaiming how great the place was, then
settled down and chatted with me while I finished preparing sandwiches,
chips and soda for our meal which we would eat out on the patio. I noticed
a few times then, and even during the meal that he tugged at his crotch and
again, I chose not to mention anything to the boy but I was beginning to
wonder about a possible health concern. After lunch we continued to sit
under a large shade tree on the patio and sipped raspberry iced tea and
again, Maj tugged at his groin. I finally decided to make the plunge.

"Maj," I said softly, "I don't want to get personal but I notice that you
seem to have a problem down there," and I pointed to his groin. "Are you
okay, do you have a problem or is there some way I can help you?"

The cute little guy was quiet for a moment then explained,

"Well, my underwear is kinda uncomfortable so I kinda have to keep tryin to
make it more comfortable. I think it's cause they're too small for me. I
told my mom I needed some new ones but she hasn't done anything about it"

"Aahhhhhhh," I said nodding my head. "Well then, that makes sense, I've had
that problem myself. May I ask what kind of underwear you wear."

"Uummm, I think they're called briefs, you know, regular underwear that
aren't boxers."

I nodded my head again then asked, "Well, maybe boxers would be more
comfortable for you" I suggested.

"No, I don't like boxers very much, they aren't comfortable to me."

"Okay" I said, "I can understand that, I don't like them either. I prefer
to feel a little more..secure if you know what I mean, not have everything
kind of flying around."  I couldn't think of a more delicate way to phrase
it.

He nodded his and smiled, "yeah, me either." He didn't seem the least bit
phased by the topic of discussion, which surprised me a little bit.

"You know," I went on, "I wear boxer briefs. They're cotton like briefs,
they have elastic leg bands like briefs, but the front part, the pouch area
is larger and not as tight fitting as briefs. Maybe that would be something
you could try out. You're welcome to try on a pair of mine if you like. I
know I'm bigger in the waist than you are but at least it might give you an
idea of how they might fit and if you like them we can go to the Jockey
store and pick some up in your size."  I didn't expect they would fit the
smaller boy perfectly but hey, I had a thirty inch waist, and was in pretty
good shape for an almost forty year old so the idea would probably serve
it's purpose.

Maj seemed to give that a little thought then said that yeah, he might want
to try that.

I smiled and stood, he stood with me and I ruffled his hair and told him
all he needed to do was ask and I'd make it happen for him. We returned to
our duties and knocked off about five and I thanked him profusely for his
help, again, ruffling his hair, which he seemed to enjoy greatly.  Maj
headed to his apartment and I went up to mine.  I left him with the open
invitation to come up any time he wanted. There was also the understanding
that if I was busy or couldn't have him stay for whatever reason, I would
let him know that, and he'd understand. He agreed that would work out okay.

The next few days were much the same, Maj and I working together in an easy
companionable way. He seemed to enjoy the work and even more, he seemed to
enjoy the close physical contact with me, often placing himself right next
to me and even initiating bodily contact. On the third day I suggested that
we take the afternoon off and use the pool or go to the beach, which was
only a half dozen blocks away. Maj was very excited about the beach idea
and ran off to his apartment to change and was knocking on my gate ten
minutes later. I bussed him in and when I came out of my bedroom saw him
standing at the edge of the living room and patio. He turned when I
approached and I got my first glimpse of his body. Although he was small,
his body was nicely defined, firm in the chest with small areola's and
brown nubs of nipples. His belly had no fat, was slim, his abs well
defined, from farm work I imagined, and sloping nicely into the waistband
of his dark blue swim trunks, the kind of trunks we all wore as kids, loose
in the leg with the netting inside to hold your stuff in place. His legs
were slender but looked okay on him, the slight brown of his skin
detracting from the skinniness that pure white would have enhanced. I did
glance at his package and noticed as he walked that there didn't seem to be
an excess of loose fabric, the whole package seemed to be sort of solid
which was sort of unusual given his size and age but I didn't think much
more about it.

We went downstairs and climbed on my bike, a low slung Harley, and headed
out, Maj's arms around my waist, his finger tips slightly inside the
waistband of my board shorts. He held on tightly, laughing melodically in
my ear as we picked up speed.  Having a bike allowed me a wider choice of
where to park, often at the edge of the red no parking zones. The city has
an extreme parking problem so the traffic cops allow bikes a lot of
latitude.  The beach wasn't crowded, the waves were about two to three
feet, and Maj played like the child he was, diving into waves or letting
them hit him and toss him freely about. We played together as well, pushing
and dunking and all those other beach kind of games that people play. He
asked to ride on my shoulders into the oncoming waves and we gave that a
couple of tries which gave me the first indication that perhaps that area
hidden from view wasn't necessarily proportionate to the rest of his
diminutive anatomy. I mean, I could definitely feel pressure on my neck
from him and that surprised me.

I also spent some time throwing him into the oncoming waves, picking him up
in my arms and tossing him. I'm fairly strong and he was quite light so it
wasn't a problem. He held onto my neck when I lifted him, our faces being
quite close and once or twice he held on tight, feigning fear of being
tossed into the water, laughing and giggling the whole time. At one point I
actually found myself getting hard from the close contact with him and had
to make sure that it died back down before getting into shallower water. We
lay for a while on the beach drying off before heading back to the
apartment where Maj followed me up stairs as opposed to going to his own
place.

I have an outdoor shower nozzle in one corner of the patio for rinsing off
sand and salt from beach trips and went directly to it for that purpose
taking care to rinse my crotch and my ass as sand has a way of collecting
in every crease and crevice. Maj watched carefully and when I got out to
dry he stepped under the spray and went through the same motions I had.  I
was drying off in front of him then did as many people do in the presence
of others and wrapped the large beach towel around my waist, reached up
underneath and tugged my swimwear off. I cast the board shorts to the side
then went about drying my intimate parts with the towel still at my waist.
Again, Maj followed my lead and when he cast of his trunks he almost sighed
as he dried off his crotch. I tried not to stare or appear to watch his
intimate areas although I was very curious indeed. I became even more
curious when he stood up and there wasn't much of a bump in the towel where
his cock would normally be, like mine was.

"Gosh Eli it feels so comfortable to not have clothes on sometimes," he
said as he rubbed gently on the front of the towel in a smoothing down sort
of motion. "Sometimes when I'm home alone I don't wear clothes and I almost
always sleep naked." He said this all quite unselfconsciously and without
any hint of sexuality about it. I guessed he was referring to his tight
underwear and how it was so much more comfortable for him without it.

"Well Majie, I can understand that totally. In fact, I often wander around
here without clothes on."

"You do," he asked with perhaps a small bit of relief in his young voice.

"I do," I responded. There was a moment of silence as we sat side by side
on our lounge chairs. "You know Maj, I don't want this to sound weird or
any thing but I feel like we know each other well enough that I can say it,
and that is. If being naked is more comfortable for you then I'm okay with
that and you can feel free to be naked anytime you're here if you want. In
fact, if it would make you feel more comfortable, I'm not opposed to
wandering around in the nude too, just so you don't feel alone or
anything. Your call Majie, your choice."

He didn't respond right away but finally said, "D'you really mean that Eli?
It really would be okay with you if I didn't wear clothes when I was here?
Or maybe just wore a towel like now maybe."

"You bet Maj, what ever you need to do to feel comfortable is fine with
me."  He seemed to dwell on that for a little while as I got up and went
into the kitchen and grabbed a couple of glasses of raspberry iced
tea. When I returned he had taken the towel off and it was lying casually
across his lap and down to his knees, although one thin leg was draped over
the edge of the lounge revealing flesh almost to his hip.  He took the
offered mug of liquid, thanking me.

"I've never been naked in front of anyone Eli, never. I've never seen
anyone else naked either. I think I'd like to maybe try it, I think it'd be
okay but it's a little scary, ya know?" He made the statements quite
casually, no fear or excitement, like he was considering trying a new
vegetable or something.

I chuckled and told him that I wasn't exactly in the habit of wandering
around starkers in front of others either so it would be a little bit scary
at first for me too.

He laughed and we sipped our iced tea in silence for a bit. Then he said,

"You know Eli, if it's okay with you, I think I'd like to try on that
underwear you told me about."

"Okay," I said, getting up and going to my room, returning a moment later
with a clean pair of gray boxer briefs which I draped over his shoulder and
he took with his hand.

"You can go in the bathroom to put them on if you want Maj or I can leave
for a minute."

He looked back over his shoulder and smiled. "No, that's okay Eli, I'm
okay." So I lay back on my lounge chair while the boy held the briefs up in
front of him. His chair was next to mine, about three feet separating them
and he sat up, swung his legs over the side away from me and stood up,
leaving the towel on the lounge. I looked appreciatively at his slim boys
ass as, bent over, he lifted a foot to put through a leg of the underwear.

It happened so fast that I wasn't sure I saw what it was that I thought I
saw. You know, like, you saw something but the idea of what you thought you
saw is so outlandish that you feel kind of foolish even thinking about what
you thought you saw. And I thought I saw movement between the boys slender
tanned legs but the movement wasn't all that far above his knee. I shook my
head, like I was clearing cobwebs out or something and by that time Maj had
his other foot through the other leg and was pulling the cloth up over that
delicious little butt and standing up and working at readjusting himself in
them. A lot of readjusting I thought for such a little guy.  Then he turned
around.

It's hard to really describe what I was looking at. I mean, remember, this
little pixie was no more than four foot eight and ninety pounds of almost
rail thin and extremely cute little boy. My underwear were too big at the
waist for the boy so he held them up as he looked down then at me and asked
how they looked.

'How they looked' I thought to myself, was fucking full. The pouch was
pushed out as was the cloth of one leg.  'Fucking A' I thought to myself as
I all but stared.

"Uummmm well Maj, it looks like they might be a little better than what you
were wearing before," I said slowly.

"Well they feel better through here," he said as he rubbed on the bulge of
his groin. He let go of the waistband and the weight of the package pulled
the front of the underwear down fully exposing the V of his pubis and the
small amount of short brown hairs that were growing there. It seemed that
the base of his cock and his hips were the only thing preventing the
underwear of falling all the way down. He looked at me and smiled and said,

"Well maybe a smaller pair would work, maybe we could go get some and try
them Eli, okay?" I nodded my head in agreement as he pulled the cloth all
the way off, letting them fall to the floor and he stepped out of them then
bent down, picked them up and reaching out to hand them too me.

"Thanks though Eli," he said, his smile continuing on. All I could do was
stare at the wonder a mere four feet from my face.  It was almost a
caricature, one of those cartoons where the artist enhances parts of the
models' face. Hanging between that slender, small, cute as hell, boy's legs
was the longest cock I had ever seen in true life. I'd seen things like on
the internet but generally on a man and not a boy this young, this
small. It hung almost to his knobby knees, the slender light brown flesh
contrasting slightly with the darker tanned skin of his slender legs. It
wasn't really very thick, probably about three to four inches around and
the head at the end, a perfect size for the penis attached to it.  At the
base of that garden hose was the beginning of a small nest of downy looking
brown hairs and underneath all that his boy balls. Fortunately, I thought,
their size wasn't proportionate to his cock, otherwise it really would have
made him look like a freak. As it was, they weren't small but of a medium
size, hairless, and hanging gently against his inner thighs.

I heard him say something then had to shake myself and get back to reality.

"Are you okay Eli, is something wrong?" he came around the chaise lounge to
stand in front of me, the dark snake only a foot from my prying eyes.

"No. No Maj it's just that seeing you naked startled me that's all. I just
wasn't expecting that, that's all."

"What Eli, what weren't you expecting?" he asked, concern creeping into his
young voice.

"Well Maj, the size of your penis, I mean, it's huge, it's bigger than
anything I've ever seen and I just wasn't expecting to see something that
big on a young boy."

He looked down at the snake hanging between his legs then back at me.

"You mean everyone doesn't look like this Eli," he asked curiously.

"Uummmm no, Maj, in fact very few men, even adult men have what you have."
I felt compelled to show him what I meant and undid my own towel and let it
fall open, exposing my six and a half inch, fat cock to the boy.

He looked down at mine, then at his again, then at me. "Wow Eli, you're
right they are different. Why is that?"

I explained to him that it was genetics and that sometimes abnormal things
happened to an individual that made them stand out from others and that
what he had between his legs, only about one male out of a million probably
had.

He got sort of a pained expression on his face then said, "Does that mean
I'm a freak Eli."  I went to him and pulled him to me and held him, his
head pressed into my chest.

"No Majie, you're not a freak, okay? Yes, you have what very guys have and
most would love to have. As you grow into a man, the rest of your body will
grow, although I would think that your penis has probably gotten as big as
it will. Anyway, when you are a man, it won't look quite so out of place as
it does now. No worry though, since no one else knows about it you're
secret is safe with me."

He hugged me tightly and said into my chest, "Thank you Eli, thank you for
being my friend."

I loved holding him, the warmth of his little body against me but it was
also going to give me a woody if I didn't break away from him. I broke the
hug and looked at him.

"Well, I guess we got over the scary part about bein naked huh?" I said
with a smile. He smiled back at me, nodding his pretty little head.

He looked down at my cock, which was waking up a little bit then commented,

"Yours is fatter than mine is though Eli," and at that he gripped onto my
cock and squeezed it, holding his in his other hand. "Gosh it's getting
bigger Eli."

"Yeah Maj, it does that when someone holds onto it like you're doing." And
to demonstrate I took hold of his monster cock about half way down it's
length and squeezed it gently as he was doing to me. I moved my hand
farther down toward the head and felt his young flesh begin to respond to
the warmth and pressure of my hand.  I liked how it felt but damn the thing
was so fucking long. I reached down and grabbed onto it with my other hand
and still there was flesh extending beyond both of my close fists.

"That feels good Eli, you're hands on my thing like that." he whispered,
feelings of young sexuality beginning to flow through his body. "I kinda of
like how yours feels in my hand too," he said as he continued to squeeze on
my now, almost full hard cock. "The head is so much fatter than mine too
Eli and so are your balls," and at that he hefted my fat nuts with his free
hand. The flesh in my hand continued to harden quickly and it wasn't long
before I held it upward, stroking it gently with both hands, which was akin
to stroking a baseball bat.

Maj began breathing faster, he looked up into my eyes, his hands still
fondling me.

"What's happening Eli, I feel strange, I'm getting butterflies in my belly,
oh gosh my thing is tickling so bad oh man Eli, oh man, it feels like I'm
gonna pee oh gosh." I felt the club in my hands thicken and looked down
just in time to see a white glob of white fly out the head hitting me in
the belly. I continued to stroke his firm young cock, encouraging another
squirt of sperm that landed almost next to the first one, and then the slit
dribbled a little, the watery liquid running down the underside of the head
then falling onto my wrist.

He looked into my eyes again, the pretty blue orbs full of trust. "What
happened Eli, what did you do to me?"

"Well Majie," I smiled back at him, "you just came, you just made sperms,
hasn't that ever happened to you before?"

He shook his head as he told me no, nothing like that had ever
happened. He'd had some real funny feelings some times lately when it got
all hard like it was now but nothing like what just happened.

"That felt so good Eli you're doing that to me, gosh. Does it feel as good
to you too when I hold your thing like I am and move it like this?" He was
stroking me as I had stroked him and I told him that yes, it felt really
great what he was doing and if he kept it up then I would make sperm just
like he had.

"I want to see your thing do that Eli, should I keep on doing this, am I
doing it right," and he kept right on, his eyes now intent on his work. I
continued holding on to his hose pipe which hadn't lost much of it's
firmness in my hand so that, plus having this darling cute young thing
jacking me off I knew it wouldn't take long before I came. About a minute
later I was at the edge.

"It's gonna happen Maj," I said lustily, "I'm gonna cum, hold it tighter
Maj, stroke it faster, oh god." The boy picked up speed and all of a sudden
my cock was blasting it's load straight out and onto Maj's flat firm lower
belly in five or six jets, where most of it stuck and some started running
slowly down toward his sparse pubic hair. My knees were weak, I though I
was gonna drop to the floor the feelings were so fucking intense.

The ejaculation finally stopped, I finally let go of Maj's cock which stood
out from his slender body like an oversized limb on a small tree. Mine
wasn't losing any of it's vigor either.

"Gosh Eli that was awesome oh man can we do that again will I make that
much stuff when I get older, gosh you sure made a lot of it, look it's all
over me." And he looked down at the goo on his belly and ran his finger
through it then put the finger to his nose and smelled it, then put it to
his lips and took a small taste.

"Sure Majie we can do that again, in fact there's lots of thing we can try
that feel just as good and even better, if you want to try em" I said to
him. He smiled and pressed into me, hugging me fiercely, his big hard cock
sticking out sideways from between our bodies far enough to hang a towel
on. When he broke away he said,

"Oh look I got your stuff all over your belly Eli, I'm sorry." I told him
not to worry that it washed off easily. "In fact, why don't we go take a
shower Maj?"  The darling little thing agreed so I took his hand and I led
him into my bathroom and turned on the nozzles in the large open room like
area that I call a shower. Actually, I only turned on one of the three sets
of shower heads, not wanting to overwhelm my young lover boy.  Once I got
us soaked I squirted liquid soap into my hands, guided him out of the spray
and proceeded to wash him down, starting at his neck, working down his
shoulders and back, adding a little bit of massage as I went. I added soap
as I needed, washing down his legs, doing his feet before turning him
around, his magnificent cock almost slapping me in the face and causing
Majie to laugh as I ducked away from the swinging appendage.  I started at
his firm chest, did his armpits and making him squirm and laugh, then
massaged his breasts and rubbed on his nipples, the first sexual attention
I had paid him.

"Oh gosh that feels so sensitive Eli, I didn't know that nipples could feel
like that." I tweaked one of the little nubs a little harder and he moaned,
the first sexually induced moan of his short life and if I had anything to
say about it, the first of many. Applying more soap I moved to his firm
belly, then down onto his pubic bone and into his little hair patch,
feeling the downy softness of it. I slid my hands down the inside of his
thighs, his balls grazing the back of my hands then moved one hand
backwards to his asshole, the other gently kneading and soaping his
hairless balls. He spread is legs automatically, giving me much access and
I washed back and forth under his crotch even running my fingers across his
tight virgin little hole. His boner was at full stand and leaning against
my stomach, his hand on my shoulders to prevent his falling over as erotic,
horny, sexy feelings poured through his body, possibly for the first
time. He moaned softly, his eyes closed as I stroked on him, continuing to
work on his ass hole while my other hand stroked and washed the long hard
fleshy pole that was standing up between us.

"Gosh it feels really good when you touch my bottom like that. I never ever
thought that spot would feel so good Eli, gosh." I told him there was even
better feeling to be had in that area and I would show them to him later.

I finally decided to stop, moved him under the spray and began rinsing his
small firm body off, making sure that I got inside every little nook and
cranny, eliciting more moans.  I soaped my hands and started washing myself
but Maj stopped me, requesting that he be allowed to do so stood still and
let him have his way with me. He was quite gentle as well as thorough and
pretty much duplicated the things I did to him, even making sure that he
did my asshole, which he did with vigor. He stroked my cock, fondled my
balls and generally gave me a thorough going over before directing me under
the shower and getting me rinsed off.

Once done, we stepped out, did a quick dry then went back out to lay on the
chaise lounges, both of us fully engorged, Majie's stretched out beyond his
belly button and almost to his fucking nipples. Christ that thing was big.

As we lay there, we both looked at each other, unashamedly, drinking in the
sight of each other's hard cocks. I asked Maj if he'd ever sucked his own
cock. I mean, what the fuck, the thing was practically in his face when it
was hard. Self sucking was a logical assumption but he said no, he never
had, it never occurred to him, which also meant that he'd never been sucked
off nor had he ever sucked another cock.

"What's it like Eli, having your thing sucked on like that," he asked as he
absently stroked on his big hard cock or fondled his balls. I told him it
felt great doing and having it done and asked him if he'd be willing to
give it a shot.

"Yeah," he said with a huge smile, "I'd like to." I looked around and
decided that despite the amount of privacy my patio offered I preferred to
be inside so I stood up and crooked my finger at him to follow me. The boy
stood up, that monstrous hard thing sticking straight out from his body. No
way would it stand straight up. For openers it had to weigh a couple pounds
for Christ sake and would take most of his body supply of blood to make it
do so probably causing the sweet young thing to faint. When he stood, I
took his hand and led him across the patio and into to my room where no
walls separated the inside from the outside and we both lay down on my king
sized bed.

I propped a couple pillows under his head then lay next to him, propped up
on one elbow, my hand running gently up and down his leg and thigh. I gazed
at the chunk of flesh stretching from his pubic bone to a point about four
inches above his flat little belly button. God, I'd seen gear shifts in
trucks that were shorter than that thing.  I looked down at his tender
young balls, hanging between smooth thighs in their equally smooth and
hairless bag, undoubtedly making more sperm for his next ejaculation, a
certainty as far as his young boy's body was concerned. I trailed my
fingers upward, Majie spreading his legs a little more, until I reached his
sperm bank and gently held them in my hand, hefting them, feeling their
weight and baby skin soft texture. I watched his beautiful face, and he
smiled at me, then gasped as I fondled his nuts, his mouth making an "Oh"
sound at the wonder of the feelings I was producing in him.  I decided I
couldn't wait any longer, I wanted to feel my lips on his precious skin, to
take in any 'boy scents' that might be emanating there.

I slid down the bed, keeping my hands on the object of my intense desire
until I came level to his crotch. I leaned in over his slim thigh and
nuzzled his bag with my lips and mouth, my eyes closed so that all sensory
input was through my mouth. God it was better than the finest silk I
thought as I opened my eyes to feast on him. My tongue slipped out and I
licked at his bag, moving it about and he moaned quietly. With my hand, I
moved his balls out of the way and licked at the inner crease where hip
meets pubic bone.

"Oh gosh that tickles so much and feels so good," he said softly, his hands
on my head and I knew that he was alternately wanting to push me away yet
keep me there. I went back to licking on his bag, then suckled one large
nut into my mouth, moving it gently in the warm cavern for a bit before
letting it plop out. I pulled the bag higher and licked down under it,
headed toward his tender virgin hole and licking the sensitive skin under
his nuts. He wiggled and squirmed moaning,

"Oh gosh Eli oh gosh what you're doing feels so good, oh man." And as I
glanced up both hands had grasped onto his hard cock, rubbing and stroking
and feeling it. I move my body a little further up the bed, my face about
even with his flat 'outie' belly button. I put my face down next to the
base of his pole, my lips nuzzling and grazing his soft pubic hairs,
nibbling at the soft brown fuzz like a horse taking a sugar cube. The bone
was so firm, his skin so fucking soft, and despite the recent shower, the
scent of boy was beginning to waft from him. my hand and continued to
fondle the sac of sperm makers as my lips touched the magnificent shaft for
the first time. I licked around on it, feeling the firmness of his young
cock, yet the softness of his light brown skin. I moved my body up along
side of him, my fingers trailing slowly up the pulsing shaft stopping to
stroke on it every so often.

Majie was cooing softly as I went about my work, moving my way toward the
pinnacle of his fleshy mountain.  When I reached the top, I took the shaft
in my hand and lifted it away from his body and gazed down at it
longingly. The head was so perfectly formed, it's mushroom shape the
perfect size to coordinate with his award winning young dick. I lowered my
head to his boyhood pride and joy and licked at the underside, his tender
glans and he moaned at the feelings. I licked around the edge then up to
his slit which was glistening with a single clear drop of his young
precum. I licked up that sweet nectar, the fruit of his thirteen year old
balls, before taking the entire head into my mouth causing the boy to moan
quite loudly.

"Oh, oh, oh gosh," he moaned quietly as I suckled the head and bobbed on
the first four inches of him. I can suck a good cock but lets face, no way
was I going to get more than half that thing in my mouth and throat. I'm
not a sword swallower although if I ever wanted to be I had the perfect
tool to practice on. I moved my head up and down, my tongue continuing to
lick all over the head as sucked on him, my hand stroking on the shaft. On
a regular sized cock you can feel like your getting somewhere when you
stroke it but with a cock as bit as Majie's it felt like I wasn't getting
the job done, but I knew it was working. I knew you didn't have to have a
grasp on the whole fucking dick to make it's owner cum.

"Oh gosh Eli, the feelings are happening again, I think it's gonna happen."
I took my mouth off the head and told the boy to watch, since he hadn't
seen his first sperming, and he lifted his head a little bit. Of course as
long as his cock was he was getting a bird's eye view. I continued to
stroke, he continued to moan then I felt the thing thicken in my hand and
Majie almost screamed out as his second tribute to Venus in thirty minutes
erupted out of his slit. His firm little chest and belly were heaving as
his cock constricted in my hand and two watery spurts of boy cum popped
out, landing between his nipples. Once his cock was finished he let his
head drop back on the pillow and waited while his panting subsided and
while he did that, I leaned down and lapped up both drops of his sperm,
moving it around in my mouth and savoring it's taste.  I leaned above him,
looking down onto his face, so fucking cute, his bright blue eyes looking
back into my own.

"Can I kiss you Majie," I asked softly.

"Yes Eli, I think I'd like that," he responded, a little emotion creeping
into his voice. I leaned down and put my lips to his, kissing him
lightly. He kissed back, clearly a novice. I backed my head away, still
looking at him.  "Again" he said and I returned, this time leaving my lips
there, not in a single long kiss, but in a series of small kisses, all of
which he responded to with his lips, his arms thrown around my neck.

"I think I like kissing Eli," he said. "Can you teach me to do it better?"
I nodded my head and told him that, indeed I could do that and I asked how
he liked being licked and sucked on.

"Oh gosh Eli that felt so good you doin that. Under my balls is so
sensitive it just makes me want to squirm away but it feels so good too
that I wanted you to stay there forever." He said all this with his arms
still around my neck, loath to let me go. "And when you put the tip of my
thing in your mouth, oh man I thought I was gonna die Eli it felt so good
and warm and stuff. No body has ever made me feel like this, made me feel
so good. I mean, people been nice to me all my life, nobody's ever been
mean to me but I feel so different when I'm with you Eli, like all tingly
and stuff. I like it. I like it a lot and I want to keep feelin this way."
He pulled my head down and kissed me only this time he kept his soft lips
next to mine and began moving them, passion directing him. When he finally
broke the kiss and pulled away he said,

"Now I want to try sucking on your thing Eli, will you show me how?"

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I hope you enjoyed this. I actually know a small 13 year old boy like Majah
which is what prompted the story.  The boy has huge feet, which of course
myth tells us, means he has a huge... I seriously doubt that and have
absolutely NO intention what so ever of trying to find out. It would spoil
the fantasy. Let me know what you think and whether I should continue.

Hugs
Tag_m