Date: Mon, 27 Aug 2012 19:20:34 -0700 (PDT) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Mall Encounter Another story of man and boy. Some graphic descriptions of sex so if you can't handle, you better leave now. No truth to this as far as my life is concerned. Enjoy the story. ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ I was in the food court at the most upscale mall in the city. It was noon on a Saturday so of course the mall was packed and the food court was over packed. I'd gotten one of the last tables available, one of those round things that was large enough for a family style pizza and that's about it. I'd set my book and sandwich down and just taken a sip of my soda when a voice asked, "Do you mind if I sit down?" I hated sharing a table with people I didn't know but when I looked up I recognized the woman standing in front of me. I'd seen her at Jillian's, the hip food mart that did a booming business in the upper middle class neighborhood where I lived. She was a somewhat mousey thing but had always been polite but not overly chatty. "I've seen you at Jillian's," she said without preamble, "I'm Katherine, Kathy really." Since she had a fork in one hand and a glass of juice in the other she didn't offer to shake my hand. "Shawn," I said in response. I took a bite of my sandwich and as I sat it in the Styrofoam container I saw a boy weaving his way through the tables in our direction. A very cute thing, he looked to be about 14. He was slender without being skinny, was dressed in jeans that probably weren't new but weren't faded either. A bright white t-shirt covered his upper torso and was tucked into the jeans. He was wearing red low cut sneakers without socks. Obviously I looked at his crotch as he approached and detected a noticeable but not huge bulge. "I swear I'm becoming more of a misanthrope every day," he said as he sat on the chair that was right next to me. He had some room, albeit little, to move it over but didn't. "This is my son Dreyson," Kathy said by way of introduction, "and this is Shawn." The boy gave me an extremely pleasant and genuine smile and said hey. I loved his voice, a mix between preteen and fully matured teen, not quite high pitched but not deepened either. "God I've been waiting for this for almost two years," he said and bit into his sandwich. Our legs had already been touching but as he took a bite his leg pressed harder into mine and I registered it as a physical response to something pleasurable, in other words, the bite of food. "We just took Dreyson's braces off this morning," Kathy said. I looked at the boy who clearly was relishing his lunch. He looked right at me and smiled. It may have been a tic, or some other neurological issue but I swear the boy winked at me. He looked at the book I was reading and nodded his head, chewed some more then swallowed. "How do you like the book," he asked. I was reading Theodore Rex, the bio of Teddy Roosevelt before and during his presidential years. It's the middle book of a trilogy by Edmund Morris. "I like it alot; I admire Roosevelt greatly," I told him. He had taken another bite of his sandwich and was clearly relishing it, his leg continuing to press, relax, and press against mine. He swallowed again. "I preferred Mornings on Horseback, probably because it dealt with his youth, which I'm sure you understand, I can relate to." I nodded my head and my look of surprise didn't go unnoticed. "I'm fairly erudite," he said with a grin then set his sandwich down and turned a little more toward me which pressed his leg into mine even further. Dreyson had rested his elbow on his thigh which allowed his arm to project out over mine. "Have you read the Last Lion," he asked and as he asked it his hand seemed to drop then slowly graze every so slightly back and forth over my inner thigh. It was barely noticeable but it was there. He looked me straight in the eyes. "Churchill is another of my hero's," I said. He nodded his head and said that Churchill was another of his hero's as well. Dreyson went on to tell me that he was amazed at Churchill's ability to have total recall. I agreed with him. "I also have a small book that is a collection of his witticisms and positions on a variety of topics," I said. Dreyson gave his signature smile again, showing off perfect straight crystal white teeth then said in a faux voice "Well, in the morning I shall be sober and you will still be ugly." The statement was a response to some woman commenting to Churchill that he was drunk. Dreyson added, "I would love to see that book." And I thought to myself that I would love to show it to him. We talked about our reading likes and dislikes, Dreyson's mother all but ignored until someone approached her and began a side conversation. Dreyson leaned in to me a little further. "Have you read The Persian Boy?" He was referring to an early biography of Alexander the Great by Mary Renault. "I have a Great Dane named Hephaestion," I told him. Dreyson actually laughed and leaned his head gently against mine. I couldn't help but let my hand rest gently on his back. He pulled back slightly and in a quiet voice asked, "What do you think about a boy having sex with a man?" Just as quietly I responded with, "That depends on the age of the boy." Dreyson gave me a very slight smile, looked over my face then into my eyes. "Say, my age, fourteen." I looked straight into Dreyson's light green eyes, let my eyes roam over his totally smooth face then, keeping my voice low said, "Alexander and Hephaestion were 14 when they started their affair and history says that Bagoas was 13 or 14 when he became Alexander's lover." "I know; my point exactly," he said just as quietly. At that point Dreyson's hand rested on my inner thigh, not far from my balls but he was leaning back so the touch was only momentary but the jolt I felt from it wasn't. "I'm going to refill my soda,' he said standing up, the statement directed to his mother who had finished her conversation. I watched him walk away, admiring his tight little butt and grateful that he wasn't into the saggy pants style. "He seems quite taken with you Shawn," his mother said, "which is a rarity indeed." I refocused my attention on Kathy. "He seems like a pretty great kid which seems to be another rarity this day and age." She agreed with me then went on to say that Dreyson didn't have any male adult role model in his life and she felt that he needed one; knew that any boy needed one. "His father left when Dreyson was 9 and..." then she stopped and waved her hand saying that wasn't important but the lack of role model was. "And he won't do big brother or any of the other mentoring programs. I'm grateful that he does as well in school as he does and as far as I know doesn't do drugs or alcohol so I guess that's a good place to be." I agreed with her. I saw Dreyson headed back toward our table and when we made eye contact he smiled again, showing off those beautiful white teeth. The overall feel of the expression was that I was the most important person in his life at that moment. When he plopped down on the chair next to me he sighed heavily and let his leg rest fully against mine. His arm rested crosswise on his thigh so the elbow rested against the outside of my leg. We all carried on some small talk for another 5 minutes or so when Kathy suggested that they get going as she had some things that needed attending to. "You go ahead mom I'll be home later," Dreyson said. "How will you get home Drey?" "I'll figure something out; I can always take the bus. Heck, I bet Shawn would take me home, wouldn't you Shawn?" He looked at me as he asked and I fell into the green pools of his eyes. Once again I let my gaze flow over his face, admiring how cute he was, the slight little freckle on the point of his left jaw. "Sure, I don't have anything going on although I don't want to spend the day here," I said. "Drey you can't expect someone you barely know to transport you around." I hadn't taken my eyes off the boy but I did right then. "Really it's okay Kathy. Actually I need to get a gift for my nephew and perhaps Dreyson can give me some ideas and help me pick out something. If I'm not mistaken I believe we live somewhat close to each other so it's not like I'd be going out of my way." Kathy shrugged her shoulder and stood, Dreyson standing as well, and out of politeness so did I. He went to his mother and hugged her and to me it seemed as if she may have clung to him just a little bit. When they broke the hug she looked up at him and gently ran her fingers across his cheek then looked at me. "Thank you Shawn. If he becomes a pest you just send him home." I assured her I would do just that. I sat back down and stared at Dreyson's butt as stood there for a moment watching his mother wend her way through the throngs of people then sat back down next to me. Despite the fact that he now had over half a table to move to he didn't. Neither of us said anything for a good half minute. I felt that Dreyson was running this program and wanted to leave it to him to direct. Finally he said, "She means well. My mother isn't a very strong person, emotionally I mean. I don't mean she's mental or anything but..." and he paused for a moment then went on. "My dad leaving took a big toll on mom. She wasn't very strong to begin with and that sort of left her adrift. I said that I was sorry for that and Dreyson responded by with, "Don't be; he was mostly an asshole to both of us. He ended running off with another man, a young college boy actually." Dreyson looked directly into my eyes as he said it and I shrugged it off. "You know what the bumper sticker says," I said, making it a statement not a question. Dreyson shook his head and I said "Shit happens." He laughed loud enough that people at all of the tables in our immediate vicinity turned to look. "Well," he said standing up, "Let's go shopping." "For what," I asked. He reminded me that I wanted to get a gift for my nephew. "Well," I responded, stretching the word out, "That may have been a little misrepresentation." When the boy arched an eyebrow I said, "I don't have a nephew." Dreyson smiled and moved up next to me and I mean right alongside me. "How sweet Shawn, you mislead my mother so you could spend time with me." He sort of snuggled in close enough that I put my hand around his narrow waist. "That I did." "Well," he said, his head all but leaning against mine, "I guess I'd better make that worth lying for in order to redeem your mortal soul. What is that cologne you're wearing," he asked, his nose sniffing right up against my neck. "Intense Euphoria," I said. "It is intense and euphoric, I love it." He backed away and took hold of my hand and started toward the edge of the food court. "Let's go dis people." Dreyson held my hand until we got through the throng of people then let go but stayed right next to me. We wandered the mall for a good 20 minutes, Dreyson pointing out this thing or that and in doing so gave me little touches on the arm or shoulder. Once when we stopped to gaze at a large window display he leaned against me with his arm draped over the shoulder closest to him. It was the type of thing a Buddy might do, or a lover. Often when he made comments he'd lean in close to me, put his head right along side mine or ever whisper in my ear and whenever he did the latter it was all I could do not to take the boy in my arms and hold him tightly. We finally sat down on one of the many benches and when we did, Dreyson sat snug up against me and lay his head on my shoulder. I put my arm across his and encouraged him to snuggle in, which he did. "This is nice," he said softly. "I don't get held at all any more." "That's too bad. Boys need to be held," I said. He draped his arm across my belly and let it rest there. "I'll remind you of that from time to time." "Good; I can always use reminding." "What should we do now," Dreyson asked after a few moments silence. I told him I had no idea and no plans and put it back on him. "I don't want to go home I know that much." Then he sat and turned his upper body toward mine and leaned into me. "Maybe we could go to your house and you could show me that Churchill book you were talking about." "That's doable." That being said we stood up and headed toward elevator that would take us up to floor that my car was parked on. Dreyson threw and arm around me as we walked and since the boy was barely shorter than me, it worked out fine. I put my arm around his waist as I had before and like before he took it as encouragement to snuggle in closer. I had no problem with that. In the elevator he stayed close to me despite other people being in it with us who didn't seem to be paying us any mind. "I wanted to have a dog and name him Bucehpalus," he said and I told him I thought that was a fine name. I also told him that I'd considered another Dane that I would have named Alexander. Dreyson thought that was cool idea as well. My car was parked on the top level of the garage between 2 concrete support columns. I had Dreyson wait until I could pull it out in order for him to get in which took a good two minute because I needed the water and oil pressures built up. I got out after I fired it up and the boy and stood chatting while the car's deep rumble echoed through the building. "That's an old Corvette isn't it," he asked. Indeed it was. It had belonged to my older brother, whom I had adored. An officer in the Marines, he'd died when I was1 13 years old, killed in a freak accident while deployed in Germany. Painted a deep crimson red with a black stinger hood scoop my fastback was the top of line Vette in 1967. It housed an L71 427 with tri power that put out 435 horse power. It also had the side pipes, spinier knock offs and power everything. It was a monster and I loved it. I only drove it when the sun out and had taken it on a couple of cruise's with a local Corvette club. I had been offered a hundred and a quarter for it but unless I become destitute I'll never sell it. I finally pulled it out, Dreyson got in and off we went albeit slowly until I hit the street. "Goddamn this is a sweet car Shawn," he said with lots of enthusiasm. The drive to my townhouse was about 15 minutes during which Dreyson and continued to chat away and getting to know each other better. He was in fact 14½ to my 37, a 9th grader at Montlake High School, a self described genius who didn't excel only because he didn't want to, no other particular reason. He'd never had a girlfriend because they take too much time and have too much drama. "Maybe someday Shawn but not any time soon. How about you?" I shared that I'd had a couple of girlfriends in high school and college but hadn't been in a relationship since then although I'd dated a little bit and for the same reasons that he expressed. For a while I was busy teaching at university level then went to work for a fledgling tech company as CFO and did some private consulting work on the side. The company had grown fast and large and I was compensated accordingly with cash and stock. The consulting business was building quickly so despite my newfound wealth I looked forward to a time when I'd be self employed. We finally pulled into my development and after a couple of turns pulled into my driveway to the garage door opening. Inside I shut the car off, closed the garage door then led Dreyson inside. The first room of course a mud room slash laundry room which also leads outside and is where I went first. Hephaestion knew I was home of course so the big lug was on the deck and staring at the house in anticipation. He has the run of the large back yard but is trained to do his business on a concrete slap at the back corner of the property. He house, food and water are also back there. "He's gonna be on you like a bad habit Dreyson because you're new," I warned the boy. When I opened the door the dog sat, as he was trained to do, but his anticipation was quite visible. We stepped out onto the deck and I released him so as predicted he went straight to Dreyson to check the boy out. The cute young teen giggled as Hephaestion stuck his nose in the boys' crotch. I warned Dreyson of the mistake that many people make by petting a Great Dane on the outside because of their weight they tend to lean on person and as light as Dreyson was, the hundred and forty pound Harlequin would knock the boy off balance if not over. We went into the house, took our shoes off in the mud room then I gave Dreyson the 50 cent tour. A short hall leads into the house from the laundry room and off to the right is a small spare bedroom and ¾ bathroom. You pass alongside the kitchen and dining room into a unit wide living room that looks out onto a lake, the view enhanced by floor to ceiling windows. A stairway on the right hand wall heads from the living room back toward the kitchen but along the wall. On the opposite wall is a built in gas fireplace surrounded by built in shelving that contains some 300 books as well as some knick knacks and other memorabilia. My bedroom upstairs is somewhat unique. The king sized bed is on an alcove at the front of the house above the living room and also has floor to ceiling windows that look out onto the lake. It also looks out onto the living room. The bathroom, walk-in closet and another bedroom are above everything on the lower floor except the living room. A 4 foot wide walkway along the wall above the fireplace provides access between the bed area and the rest of the upper floor. The head of the bed is up close to the windows and the entire alcove looks out onto the living room thus a large portion of the living is open for 2 stories. In order to facilitate the feeling of openness the guardrails are 3 rows of stainless steel rods that run between the stainless steel posts so it sort of looks like the rails on a large boat or a navy ship. There are 2 sets of curtains for the alcove windows; one set that closes the entire wall of glass and another one that is about waist high. The short set are a white gauze and their purpose is quite clear; it allows one to wander naked yet the lower torso is protected from outside observation. All of the floors are hardwood, in patterns of course, and the walls are white. On the wall that the staircase is on rests a gigantic painting and takes up a chunk of the wall. It's done mostly in shades of orange but has also reds and yellows. Essentially it is a horse in a heavy sandstorm or surrounded by fire and it's clear that the horse is terrified and trying to escape whatever nightmare it's caught in. Overall, it's a fairly stunning layout and Dreyson was greatly impressed. Back downstairs I led him to bookcase, found the Churchill book and told him to peruse it or anything else that was there while I went outside to hose off the dog's slab, Hephaestion electing to go with me. I took the opportunity to toss a toy for him and contemplated Dreyson's presence in my home. I was about 99% sure that the boy wanted to engage sexually and I was more than fine with that but it was extremely important that he make the first move or indicate in a clear concise manner that was what he wanted from me; otherwise there would be no playtime. I'd be happy to continue to engage him socially but anything more than that, he needed to indicate that. That didn't prevent me from pushing a door open and providing him with an opportunity to exactly that that however. When I went back into the house I found him standing in front of the shelves reading from something. I went up and stood behind him, my body against his back slightly. That didn't last long however because Dreyson let his body relax against mine. I let one hand rest on his hip and the other on his shoulder. I breathed in the fragrance of him, an almost sweet smell but barely detectable. I could feel his body heat radiating into mine. "Whatcha reading," I asked quietly. He held the Churchill book up for me then set it on the shelf and his eyes cast across the shelves. "You have some very interesting stuff here Shawn." I agreed with him. "I see Will McBride's Show Me and Coming of Age. Show Me was very controversial in this country." I told him I knew that. "I'm a little surprised to not see any Mapplethorpe," he said. "I prefer McBride," I responded. We were inching forward and I felt my heart pick up speed a little bit. Dreyson turned his head to look over his shoulder at me but of course without turning his body his view was limited. Then he turned his head back to the front. I felt his body press a little bit firmer into mine. "Do you like boys Shawn," he asked softly. "Very much," I said in an equally soft voice, my heart picking up more speed. "Do you like me?" "Same answer," I said. I was practically speaking in his ear, my lips almost brushing against his neck. Dreyson was quiet for a moment. "I like you too." I moved the arm that was on his shoulder around and across his belly. He rested one of his hands on it. "How come you haven't made a move on me then?" "Because you're a minor and I'm an adult." I told Dreyson word for word what my thoughts were, including the words clear and concise. He moved his hand in order to take hold of mine then lowered it and placed my open hand directly on the front of his jeans. It was easy to tell that the boy was about half way boned up. "Is that concise enough," he asked. I squeezed gently on his crotch, my fingers outlining his growing cock. "Unhuh," I mumbled into his ear then began kissing him on the neck. Dreyson moaned softly and pressed even harder into me. I moved my other hand up onto his chest to hold the boy as I groped him then pressed my hips forward against his delicious little butt. "God I feel your cock against my ass Shawn," he said in a husky voice. I moved the hand from his chest down to the snap of his jeans and quickly popped the button then unzipped him, peeled the flaps open and pulled his t-shirt out of the way. I'd had to move my hand from his crotch to do it but once the flaps were opened I slipped it down inside and groped him on the outside of his underwear. Dreyson moaned louder and his head fell backwards onto my shoulder as I continued to kiss and nuzzle at the soft crook of his neck. I squeezed up and down the length of his cock and determined that he was a healthy enough boy, pushing 7 inches. I let my fingers moved down under his balls and cup the eggs and gently squeeze them earning another moan from him. I moved my free hand up underneath his t-shirt and reveled in the warmth and softness of Dreyson's skin and the tautness of his belly. I rubbed there much in the same manner that I was rubbing in his pants. I decided that I wanted fewer clothes between us and began maneuvering Dreyson's pants and underwear down far enough to free his boy parts. I moved my mouth up to his ear and blew softly, nibbled at the lobe and got more moans and a body shiver. I got his clothing down past his butt then reached around and took hold of raging cock. I managed maybe 5 strokes. "Oh shit Shawn, oh shit I'm gonna cum," he groaned. I quickly pulled his shirt up out of the way and peeked over his shoulder at the same time his cock thickened against my hand and was just in time to witness a stream of sperm that shot out a good 12 inches and landed on the hardwood floor. "Ohhh God," he moaned again and I watched a second and third stream of juice shoot out. With each squirt I felt excess sperm running down over my fingers so by the time Dreyson was finished I had the stuff dripping off my hand onto the floor. Those were followed by a couple of burps of cum and then oozing. I continued to stroke the boy, working to get every droplet out. I slowed way down but continue to stroke him knowing that after glow was important to males also. I had held his chest to prevent him from falling to the floor and as his sperming subsided I loosed the hold a little bit. I finally stopped and moved my other arm up to embrace him. Dreyson was panting, as most boys do after cumming, so I just held him and nuzzled his neck a little bit. "I'm so embarrassed," he finally said in a quiet voice. "Don't be Dreyson. A boy sperming is a beautiful thing." "But I came so soon and I got it all over your floor." I loosed my grip and turned him around to face me, his hard on grazing against my leg. "If that's the worst thing that happens to me today then it's a great day. Besides, that just means that you'll last longer the second time." Dreyson put his arms up and let them drape across my shoulders. "You are so awesome," he said with sincerity. "So you are." I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. "That was nice," he said when I pulled back. I leaned forward and kissed him again and that time I stayed there. The kiss went from a friendly peck to a tongue battling affair in short order. I had rubbed his back but let my hands go down to cup each butt cheek. I squeezed and kneaded the fleshy orbs and pulled him to me, pressing his boner into mine. Movement alongside of us caused me to break the kiss and we looked over to see that Hephaestion was busy licking Dreyson's sperm up. "See, easy clean up too." I looked back into his eyes. "I want to take you to bed." He responded by saying he had hoped that I would. I took his hand and led him up the stairs, across the alcove and back up the other side to where my bed sat. Dreyson had pulled his pants up enough so as not to trip on them and when we got to the side of my bed he just let them drop then shoved them off while I quickly undressed. I got to admire him standing there naked before me as I peeled my pants and underwear off to stand before him. We were both hard as rocks, our cocks standing tall and proud. Dreyson was a healthy boy as I'd said. His cock stretched out to an easy 6 – 7 inches and I'd err on the top side. His balls were almost hairless, the moss creeping down from the base of his cock onto his sac. His pubic hair was a neat patch that was pretty much restricted to the area around the base of his cock. Like me, Dreyson was cut. "Gosh you've got a nice body Shawn, and a nice cock too," he said. I was well enough endowed at around 8 inches. I jerked the blanket and top sheet back while extending Dreyson a hand, which he took. I pulled him to the bed and crawled on with him right behind me. I lay down and Dreyson was in my arms in less time than it takes to type. We kissed hard and long, hands moving on backs, sides and everywhere else. Dreyson settled on my cock and I settled for his tender little butt. I love boy's butts, especially slender ones. I think of them as chicken tenders. I squeezed and kneaded the fleshy orbs, wanting to taste his hole but knowing I needed to take that trip a little slower. Dreyson was pulling on my cock, stroking it, then playing with my balls a little then went back to jacking me. I knew he was going to want to suck me off, just about as much as I wanted to do him and a moment later he said it. I rolled onto my back to allow Dreyson access and the boy wasted no time sliding down the bed then draping himself over my belly. I couldn't see him but I sure felt it when his mouth went over my cock head and it felt great. It had been awhile since I'd been with a boy and I missed it. Since Dreyson's delicious little butt was facing my direction I reached out and rubbed on the top cheek. The boy moved his top leg placing that foot flat on the bed which opened his crotch for me. I wasted no time reaching between those pale thighs and finding his balls spilled onto the bottom thigh. I wiggled my fingers under the soft smooth flesh and moments later was gently tugging and squeezing on the eggs. Dreyson moaned at my manipulations which I found quite gratifying all on its own. I loved causing a boy to moan with pleasure. "If you turn around Dreyson I'd be able to suck you at the same time," I said. In a flash the boy released me, turned and snuggled back in and took hold of my cock again. I moved my upper torso closer to his lower torso, eyeballing his raging hard on and his sac spilling down onto his thigh. I pulled his cock down, admiring the symmetry and beauty of a perfect cock head and noting the redness from trapped blood. Clear liquid was seeping from slit, his body gearing up for another release of gooey young sperm. I licked the head, cleaning off his precum before taking it into my mouth and giving Dreyson what I suspected was his first blowjob. I loved being first. I swallowed half of him, heard him moan as his cock head got squeezed by my throat muscles. I wondered if the boy would cum before we changed out positions. I wanted his sperm in my mouth, in my throat. I wrapped an arm across Dreyson's ass and once again fondled his fleshy cheeks and with a little tension encouraged the boy to fuck my mouth, which he started to do. I let my fingers trail up and down in his butt crack as he tried to breed my face. I breathed in the heady fragrance of teenage boy, a musky perfume that I dearly loved. "I'm gonna cum again Shawn," he finally said, his voice deep and husky from lust. He rolled away from me then turned and lay half on top of me and kissed me again, pressing his tender mouth against mine and shoving his tongue out to do battle in my mouth and then his. "God I've wanted this for so long Shawn; you can't imagine." I stayed in eye contact with him and gently rubbed my fingers across his face and told him that I understood completely. He kept on stroking my cock albeit slowly. "I love how your cock feels in my hand. It's so strong so firm and warm." We kissed again but gently and kept it short. "I want you to cum before I cum again Shawn." I nodded my head and rolled away from him, reached down and pulled open a small drawer in bed frame and pulled out a bottle of lube and a hand towel. I rolled back to him and sat up, poured some lube into my hand and smeared his raging hard cock with it, dragging my tightened fist up over his sensitive cock head. "Oohh god," he moaned. I quickly smeared lube on his belly and his pubic bone then did the same for me, cock and all before closing the lid and moving it to one side and wiping my hand. I maneuvered above him, between his spread legs then lowered my body until our cocks were touching then made a few adjustments and lowered my waist to his. Our cock were side by side as I continue to lower myself and worked to kept my weight off him by bracing myself on knees and elbows and once I was comfortable I began to move my hips. "Oh fuck," Dreyson exclaimed within 15 seconds of my starting. "That feels incredible Shawn, my God." I lowered my head and we began kissing as I humped against him. I loved frottage because you can move in so many directions and in some ways it's more sensitive that actual fucking. Dreyson's hands started on my back and ended up on my butt doing the same things that I had done to his butt. My legs had been between his so I moved mine out which forced Dreyson's open further. I ground my waist against him, mashing our rock hard cocks against each other as well as against each other's bellies. I broke the kiss in order to watch his smooth young face as it reflected the feelings, the emotion that he was going through and it they were varied. "This is so nice Shawn," he moaned, looking into my eyes. "God it's so yummy." Then his face changed into a grimace although I knew well that it wasn't pain just an intense spike of feeling. I continued to fuck my body against his using pressure then backing off, changing directions, stopping just to look at him then starting up again. "Do you want to watch me cum or does it matter. I need to know so I can move off of you to jack off." Dreyson thought about that for a moment then said he'd like to see me cum. "You'd be cumming on me and I sort want to wear your sperm Shawn, if that makes any sense." I told him it made as much sense as wanting to put your sperm on or in someone, that there was something primal in that need. "So tell me when you're ready and I'll get to my knees and jack you and me off at the same time. How does that sound?" Dreyson grinned and said it would be great. I have a great deal more control over my own sperming that a boy does. In time Dreyson would learn that but for now it was all still pretty much a miracle. By the time he let me know he was ready, some 15 minutes later, Dreyson had been moving his hips and waist as well, working against me as it were, and helping increase the feelings for both of us. He spent plenty of time moaning and commenting as I took up the elevator into a fog of hotness. We had spent time kissing and hugging as we moved against other. I kissed his neck, nibbled at his ear, all of which caused him to shiver and moan even more. "I think I can cum any time Shawn. I mean I'm ready to cum." I worked it for another minute then quickly got to my knees, took hold of both cocks and began stroking. I drug my tightened fists back and forth over both sensitive swollen cock heads. Dreyson helped by reaching down and cupping my balls as well as his own. "Oohhh fuck," he groaned. I felt his cock swell against my grip and slipped off of his cock head. A stream of sperm erupted from him and landed between his nipples. I let myself go, announced to him that I was cumming and as his second jet of cum landed my first one shot out. I hadn't cum in a week or more so there was some buildup. The jet of white goo landed on Dreyson's left shoulder and draped across his chest just above that nipple. A second jet landed at the top of that pectoral muscle and crossed the center of his chest. Meanwhile Dreyson's cock kept popping out globs of cum like a roman candle splattering his chest and belly amidst his moans and groans. My third squirt went between his nipples then I lowered myself onto him and went back to humping against his groin. I could feel my cock pulsing out sperm and the head started to get sensitive but I kept on going. Dreyson wiggled, moaned and panted and eventually both of our bodies started the downhill slide from a very powerful orgasm. I stopped moving against Dreyson and lay still. His hands were resting on my shoulders and he surprised me by raising his legs and hooking them behind my back. "I want to stay like this Shawn; with you on top of me, resting your cock against mine. Fuck that was incredible. You shot clear up to my shoulder, did you see that? Man you make a lot of cum." He quieted for a moment and let my head down to rest on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around my head to hold me like a child and I felt very relaxed and comfortable in that attention. I finally moved, raised my head then slowly put my weight on my knees and pulled back until I was kneeling between Dreyson's spread legs. I looked down on him, his hardened cock resting in lube and sperm. His smooth balls were at full hang, resting against his body in all of their splendor. I love balls. He had a contented expression on his face; that freshly fucked look, and in a way I suppose he was. "How do you feel about a shower baby boy?" "I need one. You called me baby boy, I think I like that; I think I would like being your baby boy." "I would like having you as my baby boy, if you'd have me." "If," he asked. "Try to get rid of me." I got off the bed and reached a hand out for him which he took. I pulled Dreyson to his feet and into my arms and kissed him. It was an easy kiss, a post orgasm kiss. "I would never try to get rid of you Dreyson. You're gonna have to leave on your own steam," I said, pulling my face away from his about 6 inches. "Well then, I guess we better come up with a story for my mom about why we're spending so much time together Shawn." ((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( Nifty needs your monetary contribution in order to continue to provide you with the erotica that you love. Please make a donation of any size today