Date: Fri, 10 Jun 2005 11:10:43 -0700 (PDT) From: tag michaels Subject: Motel Encounters This is a story, a figment of my imagination, nothing more. It depicts graphic sexual encounters between an adult male and non-adult males. If this is illegal where you live, or if you're under age please consider yourself warned. I will accept no responsibility for your-the reader's- bodily reactions to anything you may read here. Day I "Ty wants to let you to suck his cock," the boy said as he looked at me, then convulsed in laughter. The boy that he had nodded his head at, who he was referring to, turned bright red and slugged his companion in the arm as the mouthy one tried to squeeze out of the slowly opening doors of the elevator that the three of us were in. "You fucking asshole Jeff," I heard the boy cry out as he chased after the boy who'd put him on the spot. It was typical boy type behavior, the need to embarrass a friend if you could manage it, so whether the first boy had actually said something to his mouthy friend about sucking cock or not was a moot point. I didn't dwell on it overly long, although the boy in question was a cutie. About eleven or twelve, his almost stick straight dishwater blonde hair hung to his shoulders, his bangs reaching below his chin, the ends flipping out slightly. His face seemed perfectly smooth, the cheeks as rosy as those found on paintings of children at that age. From what I'd seen, his eyes were a deep blue and framed by somewhat thick, dark brown brows and thick darker eyelashes. He looked about five feet even, or less, and probably weighed in at a buck fifteen tops. I'd seen him around the motel the first day I was there and discovered that he and his friend were staying on the same floor as I was although at the other end of the hall from me. He was indeed a cute young thing, his high voice indicating that puberty was not quite in session and although I don't generally feel a lot of attraction to boys that young I did find myself thinking about his beauty and wondering what he might look like in a year or so. My second encounter with the boys took place later that afternoon and was similar to the first one except that it wasn't in the elevator but in the hallway that separated the two rows of rooms in that wing. "Now Ty says he wants to suck your cock mister," the pudgy imp of a friend said as the boys passed by me. The statement caused another outburst of laughter from the speaker and cursing from the other as the latter chased his tormenter down the length of the hallway before they disappeared down the stairs. Now I was beginning to wonder if the cute young blonde boy had actually said something to his friend, as stupid as that might seem given the other boy's proclivity to being mouthy and inclined to secret sharing. I wondered if they were playing sexy together, as boys that age frequently do, and had Ty maybe commented on being with an older guy or me specifically and if me specifically what made him think I'd be willing to play? Was the infamous gaydar present at that early an age? It all certainly provided food for thought. My third encounter came about when I was getting something out of my rental car, which was parked in the lot below where my room was located at the back end of the building. I pulled my upper body from where I was bent over into the backseat, closed the door and turned around to find the boy standing there, and pulled myself up short. "About my cousin mister. He's sort of an asshole. I'm sorry he said those things." His voice was sort of high, that melodic sound that boys have before puberty sets in. Close up he was as cute as I'd thought he was, his eyes twinkling as he spoke. If you noticed, as I did, the boy didn't offer any denials about what his friend was accusing him of. "Oh don't worry about it," I said with a smile, "Boys pull that stuff all the time, trying to embarrass each other, especially in a place like this where they don't know anyone so its hard to really get busted for being. an asshole." He smiled at me, his crystal white teeth almost shining. I decided to take a plunge with the kid, to feel him out a little bit and perhaps offer him the chance to act out on what his friend has said, that is if he wanted to. "I'm Josh by the way," I said extending my hand. He took and gripped me softly, his hand warm inside of mine. I felt my cock stir just a shade as I went on. "About what he said though Ty. Seriously, most boys your age really do want to explore. I clearly remember being your age and having all those sexual feeling starting to come up, waking up with a woody or getting one for no reason at all in the middle of English class." The boy was smiling, a clear indication to me that we had shared similar experiences. I went on, "So, boys are naturally curious about how things work and most generally are willing to experiment to find out how things really feel." I paused to give him the opportunity to ask the obvious question. He didn't disappoint me. "So did you experiment when you were my age?" I told him that I had experimented quite a bit when I was his age, both with my best friend and with a man that I'd met. His eyes got pretty wide open at my admission. "You were with an older man? What was it like? What did you do with him?" I had the hook in his mouth, now all I had to do was tug a little bit to set it. "It was great Ty. I knew I had all these sexual feelings but you know, it's hard to mess around too much with a friend sometimes." He nodded his head in understanding. "The man showed me a lot of things that I was curious about and was very patient and gentle with me though it all. When you ask what did we do, we did just about everything including me putting my dick in his bottom so technically I lost my virginity when I was about your age." The boy's mouth was sort of open, probably in shock, and without thinking one of his hands went to the front of his jeans and fumbled about for a second. "So it's not gay to do all those things," he asked. I shook my head and explained that it wasn't necessarily gay, that most boys played around with other boys in their early teen years, although some boys are gay or are attracted to other boys so it helps them to sort things out a little bit. "So, you aren't gay?" he asked me. "Yes," I said softly, "I am gay and being with that man when I was younger helped me to figure that out so I didn't go through my teenage years wondering about myself." "Wow. You don't look gay," he said, the voice of naivet^Â. Indeed, at thirty years old I passed for a very straight twenty year old. I had medium brown hair and carried my hundred sixty pounds very well on a five foot ten inch slender frame. I'd never been a hairy guy and even then I only really had to shave every other day. I'd been told I was drop dead cute but that was often by other gay men and I've always been suspicious of such statements, especially considering their motives. I chuckled and told him that I was indeed a gay man and quite happy with that. Then I took the big plunge. "Look," I whispered, softening my voice. "I don't know if what your friend said was true or not and it really doesn't matter. But I know you have questions and I know you're curious about things so here's what I'll do. You already know which room is mine. I'll leave the door almost closed from nine until ten tonight. If you are interested, come by, don't knock, just push on the door and come in. There won't be any lights on but I'll keep the night curtains open enough for you to be able to see. If you do come by, anything that happens will be what you decide you want to happen, okay. I'll let you direct the whole show." I had crouched down lower in order to be more on eye level with the boy. As I stood up I told him he didn't have to answer or say anything more, that whatever he decided to do was more than fine with me. To his credit he didn't speak but only nodded his head. "It was a pleasure meeting you Ty," I told him extending my hand, "but I have a meeting I have to get to." I got into my car and left. That night I did what I had said I would do, cracked both the door and the curtains, satisfied that the lighting was soft but adequate, that anyone outside would never be able to see through the thick white gauze of day curtains. I put a soft CD on my player, pulled the covers down and stripped nude then lay on the cool sheets. I went the nude route because if the boy showed up, he'd be there to play. Also, my being naked would get things rolling right off the bat and preclude the sort of dance that would normally take place, thus taking time. I lay there quietly, my eight plus inches of circumcised cock lying in its softened state across my hip, wondering if the boy would show, hoping that he would. At nine twenty five the door pushed open and a small figure moved quickly inside and quietly closed the door. He stood there for a moment, allowing his eyes to adjust to the dim light. I could see skinny legs protruding from the legs of shorts or a swim suit, the feet bare, the top half covered in a t-shirt. I knew that from where he stood he could easily see that I was nude and like a wild dog, he approached the bed slowly, warily, until he stood right next to it looking down at my now half hard and still growing cock. "Its so huge," he whispered, his hands hanging at his side. "You can touch it if you want," I whispered back, feeling my appendage lengthen fully until the head was pointing at my chin and not the floor. He bent over slightly and reached down, tentatively, and grasped onto the shaft and squeezed lightly, moving his hand up just underneath the head then back down. I automatically moved one leg open, which caused the boy to go for my balls and gently heft them as if gauging their weight. His small hand was warm and felt good on my skin and I felt my cock throb at his touch. "It feels weird. Not like mine at all. It's so hard and so warm," he said, obviously interested in the entire process. He was still standing and I could easily see the front of his shorts pushing out, a clear indication that he was fully aroused by the situation. I wanted to feel the boy, to see him naked in all his boyhood glory, to run my hands and tongue all over his virginal young body. But I didn't want to scare him away either. "I'd like to see you naked too Ty," I whispered to him. "Oh yeah," he said, seeming to have forgotten about him self. He had left his sandals at the door when he came in so tugged his t-shirt off then did the same with his shorts before standing next to the bed as if to allow me to take in his boyhood charms. Take them in I did. His cock was young boy hard and standing straight up in the air. He looked to be about four plus inches long, still thin, his circumcised head not yet fully mushroomed out. His sperm makers were still mostly tight to his body, nice little marble sized things that were as smooth as the day he was born. The rest of his body was typical of a twelve year old boy; still some baby fat around the waist, no hair anywhere that I could see except his head, his legs skinny. I wanted to gobble him up. "You're beautiful you know that?" I whispered. "I'd love to suck your cock if you'd let me." By way of answer he stepped closer to the head of the bed and leaned his legs against the mattress. Upon close inspection I could see a handful of brownish colored hairs sprouting at the base of his boyhood pride and joy and wondered if he was sperming yet and knew that I would most certainly find out in the next few minutes, possibly seconds. I hadn't seen a boy yet that could last more than a few minutes from a good blowjob and I definitely gave quality head. I leaned in and took in the odor of him, the musky yet sweet fragrance of a healthy growing boy. I grasped onto his cock and felt him up, his gasp from my touch clearly audible in the room. I pulled the shaft down and licked at the sensitive swollen head before taking him into my mouth and tasting his essence. "Ooohhhhh," he moaned quietly above me as I took his entire shaft into my mouth. I put my hand on his butt and pulled him gently to me then lessened the pressure and pulled my mouth away from his cock. Ty got the idea and slowly fucked into my mouth as I moved my head. We only managed this movement for about thirty seconds before me moaned out again. I felt his cock thicken in my mouth as he pushed into me then the feel of liquid in my mouth, a warm droplet of it, which I swallowed. I kept on sucking although Ty had stopped moving and then he giggled, putting his hands on my head and gently pushing me away as he pulled his waist backwards in an attempt to remove his now sensitive cock from my mouth. I didn't try to stop him. "That was awesome Josh," he said quietly as he stepped back slightly. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. It was your first time is that right?" When he said that it was I asked him how long he'd been making sperm and he said that he'd first discovered it about a month ago after he over heard a couple of other boys talking about it. "I wanna suck on your cock too Josh, is that okay?" Well hell yes it was okay in fact it was desirable so I told him to help himself to my body, whatever he wanted. He got on his knees along side the bed and took hold of my cock again and held it upright. He leaned in close, inspecting it, and then he pulled it toward him, which necessitated my moving slightly as well so that I wasn't bent at an angle. He lowered his head and opened wide then took me into his mouth and closed down on me. I felt a great tingling in my belly at the warmth of him and knowing that I was the boy's first. That alone is a powerful aphrodisiac for me. Ty worked hard to take more than the head of my cock into his mouth but being young and a novice he could only handle an inch or so of the shaft before backing off. But still he tried and as a friend once said to me, "There's no such thing as a bad blowjob, some are just better than others." Finally he stopped. "I really like suckin on you Josh but it hurts my mouth after a while." He flexed his jaw back and forth for emphasis but kept his hand on my cock, slowly stroking it. "Want me to jack you off, make you cum?" he asked, sounding eager to please. Or maybe it was eager to see an adult male cum. Who knows but either way it would take forever to jack me off, and I told him so. "Tell you what Ty. How about if you lay down with me and let me suck on your cock some more and I'll jack myself off and when I'm ready to cum I'll let you know and you can finish it off. How's that sound?" He thought that sounded great. I had him lay beside me in a classic sixty-nine, his still hard little cock in my face, and I began suckling him again. I stroked my cock as I sucked him and as is usual when we do ourselves, I got myself to the sperming stage fairly quickly, less than four minutes. "Okay," I finally moaned to him, "go ahead." I rolled away from him so he actually straddled my chest and went to work jacking me off. I tried to reach around and play with his cock while be brought me off but ended up just rubbing my hands up and down his smooth back and down onto his hips and the sides of his slender little butt. "Go faster Ty, hold me tighter," I moaned as I felt the familiar tingle and then the eruption of life producing liquid. "My God," Ty exclaimed as I felt my cock pulse out a good seven or eight jets of creamy white goo which had no where to go but onto the torso of the boy who was wielding my cock. To his credit the cute young thing didn't flinch, didn't quite know what he was doing but kept on like a trooper until my cock head stopped oozing the thick white goo. I generally create a fair amount of cum and I generally tend to shoot as well, most often to my nipples and frequently farther. When Ty crawled off of me and turned around I saw that this time was no different than others. His chest and belly had globs of the stuff, some of it starting to run downward toward his pubic area. "Oh man do you always make that much of cum and do you always shoot it out like that?" he asked, his voice filled with awe. I explained that I did and he went on, as most boys do, telling me he hoped that he could that when he got to be older. "I gotta take a shower," he finally said and I asked him if he wanted to try something a little different first. He said he would so I swiped a bunch of my cum off his body and smeared it onto my lower belly and pubic area then smeared some all over his still rock hard throbbing boy cock, causing him to gasp at the feelings. "Lay on top of me Ty." He did as I asked and I helped get him adjusted so that his cock was along side mine, which had only half deflated. I put my hands on his slim boy-ish butt and told him to move like he was fucking, my hands helping to coax and guide his actions. He did as I told him, most likely having had some practice in his bed and probably on his pillow, and I moments he was moaning. "Oh fuck this feels so good Josh." He looked into my eyes as he moved and I so wanted to kiss his lips but held myself in check. No reason to expose him to sensory overload. Besides, he laid his head on my chest as he moved against me, thrusting like a pro and tossing in side-to-side motions from time to time. I kept one hand on his ass and let the other rub up and down on his back, from the back of his head to his other cheek. I reveled in the feel of his skin, so soft and smooth. Fuck! Boys had to be the most awesome thing on the planet in my estimation. There just wasn't anything I really didn't like about them, other than they didn't make very good long-term partners. Of course if they, did then they wouldn't be boys after awhile now would they? "I think I'm gonna cum again," Ty said, looking up at me. "Go ahead baby. Fuck me. Rub your cock into me, squirt out your sperms on me Ty." I liked to talk when I had sex, at least at the fucking part, and as far as I was concerned this was the fucking part. I put my other hand on his ass and pulled the boy into me, kneading his flesh, pulling the cheeks apart and exposing his tight little hole to fresh air as he rubbed his groin all over mine. His thighs were clamped against mine to help keep him stable and I could tell when he came because he gripped even tighter and pushed into me harder and dropped his head back to my chest, his moans muffled against my skin. "That was good baby, you did good," I cooed onto his head as he slowed his movement and I rubbed his back. I could have lay there for hours with the kid on top of me. He didn't weigh much and I loved the feel of his skin against mine but alas, we had to move. I held onto him and rolled him onto his side so that we were facing each other. I had move down slightly so that our faces were fairly close together. "Are you having fun?" I whispered. He nodded his head and smiled then the smile faded and he leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. He back away, looked into my eyes and must have decided that he liked kissing cuz he leaned forward and did it again only kept his lips against mine. I moved my own lips against his, hoping that he'd catch on and respond likewise and I wasn't disappointed. He did exactly that for a good twenty seconds before pulling away. "I wanted to do that. I wanted to see how it felt. I really like it, kissing I mean." He leaned back in and started again leaving me little choice but to respond back. At this rate we'd never make the shower. He finally stopped and rolled away from me and stood up. "I need to shower and probably should go Josh. I'd really like to spend the night but my cousin would be really suspicious and I'm not sure I could trust him if I told him I was with you." I told him I understood completely and moved off of the bed myself and headed for the bathroom. Two minutes later we were both under the spray and I took the liberty of soaping the boy down, enjoying the play of my soapy hands against his slippery smooth flesh. I got a closer look at his cock, finally softened, and the tiny little collection of hairs that were growing at the base of his boyhood. I cleaned him gently there, cupping his small nuts and soaping back underneath toward his asshole. He spread his legs automatically to allow me access so I took it, rubbing soap across his tight little puckered hole. He held onto my shoulders as I cleaned him there, moaning softly as I kept manipulating his muscle. I finally stopped and stood up then moved him in front of me so I could rinse him off. When it came to his bottom I had him turn around and step toward the back of the shower then turned the showerhead on pulse. I told him to bend over then pulled a cheek open and guided the spray directly on his hole dousing it all over with the spray. I could hear his muffle moans as I worked the spray onto his sensitive muscle. Once it was cleaned off I moved the spray, told him to stay there and got right behind the boy and pried his cheeks apart. I gave his little hair free hole a quick look then dove in and began licking all around it. I reveled in the wrinkled texture of his hole, licked downward onto the underside of his bag and sucked his balls into my mouth. All the while Ty was moaning and pushing his butt back further as if to help my tongue get inside of him. I finally stopped and the boy stood up and turned around. His rock hard little cock lead the way so I asked him if he wanted to try one more thing before he left. Of course he nodded his head so I had him stand at the back of the shower and put one leg up on the edge of the bathtub. I poured hair condition into my hand then got some all over the middle finger of my other hand. I reached between his legs and found his hole and gently slipped the tip of a finger inside of him. As I slowly inserted my finger into him, I grasped his rock hard cock with the other hand, which was filled with conditioner and holding on tightly slipped my fist down over his sensitive swollen cock head. Ty's legs went weak and he sagged slightly and the intensity of new feelings that were tearing through his slender young body. My finger bottomed out inside the boy's bowels and I slowly slipped back out then back in while my hand did the same thing in tandem on his cock. I quickly found his prostate and while I massaged it I massaged his cock head. The poor kid didn't know what hit him and I quickly showed him. Despite having cum twice in the past thirty minutes, the horny young boy came a third time, his body shaking and quaking, his head rolled back and a low throaty growl escaping his throat as I felt his little prostate harden under my fingertip. I felt his body start to go limp so took my hand from his cock and draped my arm across his slim little ass and held him in place while my finger continued to slide in and out of his tight virgin boygina. As soon as I felt his leg muscles regain some control I pushed the inside of the shower curtain back and sat on the edge of the tub and maneuvered Ty to sit on my lap, which he did. He threw his arms around my neck and began kissing me all over my face then put his head into the crook of my neck. "Oh fuck that was so awesome Josh. I can't believe how good you can make me feel. I wish we weren't leaving tomorrow, I'd figure out a way to spend more time with you." I held him tightly, my rock hard cock pressing in between us while I ran my hands up and down his back and onto his butt. "I know baby boy, I know," was about all I could say. We finally broke apart and got him all cleaned up while he asked questions about what I'd done inside of him that made him so hot. I explained his prostate, telling him that he could stimulate is just as easily as I could, although it was way more fun if someone else did it. We got out of the shower and he used the wall mounted hair dryer so his cousin wouldn't question why his hair was wet and I lay on the bed and watched while he got dressed. We exchanged email addresses then gave me another huge and kiss. I went out into the hall and made sure that no one was around then Ty stepped out and scurried over to the stairwell and disappeared around the corner with a wave and a hand blown kiss. Day I - Encounter II It was about ten thirty and I realized that I was hungry so I pulled on a pair cargo shorts, forgoing underwear, added a t-shirt and sandals and headed out the door, my destination being the fast food place that sat next to the motel. I grabbed a basic meal and took my tray around the corner away from the front counter to find a place to sit in the near empty restaurant. I found a suitable corner in the back by the kids play area and parked myself. Glancing into the closed off space I saw a boy who looked to be about nine or ten who was leaning against the outer wall and looking outside. The play area's wall was clear glass from about waist up; the lower part was solid building brick painted in a brilliant white. Standing on the other side of the glass door that separated the play area from the eating area, I could see that the boy was Asian, his black hair done in what I think of as a bowl type cut that reached his ears and then was shaved very short from there down. He was only about ten to twelve feet from me, situated so that I was the only person inside or out that had a clear view of him from head to toe, all others only seeing his upper body, as if there were others to see anything. There weren't. The boy glanced at me and smiled, his crystal white teeth a contrast to his brown face; a very cute one at that. I had a fairly good working knowledge of the races of Asia and he appeared to be Filipino or Indonesian, his large dark eyes dominating a smooth slender face. I went about unwrapping my burger and began eating it while I looked outside, the only view available to me besides the boy who was almost in my line of sight. And so it was that I saw him push his hands down the front of his pants. At first it seemed that he was maybe tucking in his shirt but since the bottom of his shirt was barely longer than the waist of his pants that didn't seem to fit. Then it appeared that he was satisfying and itch or re arranging himself as all males find themselves having to do from time to time. It soon became clear that none of those thing things were the case because he left his hand inside and continued to move it around. The drop dead cute young thing was fondling himself and doing it blatantly, presenting a show that only I could see. I felt my cock begin to harden as the boy slowly pulled his hand from his pants to run it through his stick straight hair and in doing so showed me that his cock was full on hard beneath his pants, the front poking out visibly. He never took his eyes from me while he did it, those same huge eyes following my hand as I reached under the table to move my hardening cock into a more comfortable position. The boy smiled wide at me, acknowledging that my state of anxiety matched his and that he had caused it. I continued to eat my hamburger as the boy put his hand back inside his pants and continued to fiddle around and fondle himself. As I was taking the last bite of my supper he moved his hand outward and down, pulling the waistband of his pants out as well. His other hand went to his shirt, which he pulled up slightly, and in a flash the boy exposed himself to me, his rock hard boy boner standing straight up in the air. Using his elbow to keep his shirt up, he transferred the free hand to his boy cock and stroked it slowly and lovingly while continuing to start at me and smile. By that time I was stone fucking hard and my own hand was underneath the table rubbing on the front of my shorts. I could feel the precum flowing and was grateful that my shorts were as black as the sky out side. The boy quickly pulled his hand out of his pants and his shirt down and I glanced to my other side assuming that someone had come around the corner but no one was there. I heard the door to the play area open and the boy walked past me whispering, "Wait," in an accented voice. He went around the corner and I heard him say, "Momma, I going for a walk. I come back for you." I heard a woman's voice respond in a foreign language as the boy came back toward me, his hand in his pocket, clearly pushing the tip of his hard little cock down so that the front of his pants tented out to a point. "Come, we go," he said, nodding his head toward the back of the restaurant and heading out the door. I quickly gathered up my trash and deposited it in the appropriate place and went out the door. The boy had already disappeared around the back of the building and I headed in that direction. The drive through area of the establishment followed along that side and around the back of the building where the large trash bins were sequestered in an enclosed fence then back up the other side. The entire area was surrounded by; either a wall, the side of an adjoining building or heavy shrubbery so was basically out of view from anybody and anything. I went around the back of the back of the building where I figured the boy had gone, and saw a door slightly open about half way along the wall, and the boys' head sticking out. I went to it and he motioned me inside and as soon as he closed the door and locked it then turned a light on, showing me that we were in a storage room for cleaning and outside maintenance supplies. The boy stood in front of me, cute as the fucking dickens, and kicked of his flip-flop slippers while tugging his pants and underwear down, three and a half inches of dark and very hard boy cock springing out to greet me. "Quickly, we do not have much time," he said with a serious expression on his smooth, dark young face. I dropped my cargo shorts and my own eight and a quarter inches of steel popped out, along with the dark eyes in the boy's pretty face, "Oh, you have big one," he said with a smile and reached out to grasp me before I'd stepped out of the shorts. "Are you sure this is safe?" I asked him, the concerns I might have obvious to me at least. "Yes, is safe. No one come before morning," he said as he dropped to his knees in front of me and lovingly rubbed my hard cock along side his smooth face before taking the head into his small mouth. He suckled me for a moment, stroking the shaft and feeling my balls, then stopped and stood up. "You suck my deek now," he said, standing spread eagle and holding his shirt up out of the way. I got to my knees in front of him, gazing over his smooth little body, noticing how flat his belly was, how the tip of his uncircumcised cock was pink-ish compared to the darker skin of the rest of him. His marble sized balls were held close to his body in a wrinkled bag that was as smooth as the rest of him and as I leaned in closer I caught the sweet fragrance of young boy. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked on the entire thing, moving my head back and forth, pulling his foreskin up over the head with my lips then putting it back. I stopped sucking for a moment and licked on his balls then took his entire bag in my mouth and rolled the little marbles around. Then the boy pushed my head away gently and said, "Enough. You fuck me now." Apparently foreplay was either unnecessary for him or unheard of. He reached down for his pants and came back with a small bottle which he took the top off of, poured out some liquid then reached behind himself and seemingly slathered his little butt hole. He then poured some on my cock and smeared it all up and down the shaft, replaced the lid and dropped the bottle. "Come," he said, directing me to the door where he turned, placing his hands on the door, and bending over, offering me the most slender little butt I think I've ever encountered. "Put it in me now," he commanded, "fuck me with your beeg deek." "Are you sure about this? I'm pretty big I don't want to hurt you." "No hurt me, come, hurry." I didn't know if his rush was because of time constraints or because he was horny as all hell and just needed to get fucked. Didn't really matter one way or the other. I stepped up between his spread legs and, holding my cock down with one hand, used the other to pry open one cheek, exposing the tight brown muscle of his hole. I put my flesh against his and pushed. I pushed harder, then harder still and then in a rush, my head slipped inside of him, causing him to jerk and cry out. I stopped, allowing his body to adjust to mine. "No, do not stop, push it in all way," he panted. I put a hand on each hip and held him in place and watched as inch after inch of my cock disappeared up inside his small body until my pubic hair pressed against his dusky skin. "Oh god you so beeg inside me," he whispered. "I never have deek so beeg inside me." I thought I detected a little pride in his voice but didn't have time to dwell on it. "You fuck me now. You fuck me hard, K?" I figured that all I could do was try but, sweet Jesus the kid was tight. After being in such an intense state of sexual arousal without release barely thirty minutes earlier, I wasn't sure how long I'd be able to last with this little vixen. I held on tight to him and began the eon's old ritual, slowly pulling out then moving back inside. It didn't take but a moment to establish a rhythm, and it didn't take any longer for the young boy to start moaning and moving his little body against mine, helping to drive my fat cock into his tight little ass. We managed about two minutes of action before he told me to stop and take my cock out of him, which I did, reluctantly. He turned around to face me and said, "You pick me up, hold me and fuck me, K?" He reached his arms out to me and as I bent to pick him up I wondered at the extent of his sexual knowledge and experience. Once I got him in my arms we managed to get my cock in place and it slipped back into the boy without a hitch. He moaned out as I penetrated him again and his eyes rolled backwards. I held him there for a moment, standing, connected by my thick cock stuffed up inside of him, then he told me to stand with my back in front of the door. I did what he asked then caught on almost immediately. The boy put his feet flat to the door, which gave him leverage, and with his arms around my neck and my hands under his slim little butt supporting him, the dark skinned beauty began to fuck me. He literally did squat thrusts on my cock, pushing his light weight little body back and forth using my cock as a piston in his hole. It was perhaps one of the most interesting and delightful fucks I had up until then, or even now, experienced. The little boy knew just what he was doing and he did it with an expertise that astounded me. He reached down with one hand and proceeded to jack off while he fucked me and in moments his moaning took on an almost frenzied sound. He moved faster and a second later his little body began convulsing as he experienced his orgasm. His sphincter muscle gripped with each spasm that his little body went through and it took me over the top. I cried out as I came, pumping at least nine jets of hot sperm up into body. The little boy must have felt it because he smiled whispering, "Good, good, you cum." The show was finally over and the boy leaned forward and lay his head against my chest, his little body panting from the exertion. I held him tight, not wanting to give up a second of time with my cock buried deep inside of him. He seemed to want the same thing for he lay there, almost clutching me, not willing to leave. But finally he did as my cock shriveled and squished out of his body causing him to moan at the loss. He sat back up and kissed me. "Down now," he said after a moment of tongue battling. He went over to a box and pulled out a package of hand towels, the square things that are used in most public bathrooms. He pulled a couple of sheets off offering me a towel then reached behind himself to clean up. There was a trashcan in one corner that we threw the used towels into then the boy stepped up to me, grasped onto my cock and said, "You beeg man. I happy with you. You maybe fuck me again tomorrow?" The boy was so fucking adorable that I wanted to just take him home with me and spend the rest of my natural life with my cock buried up inside of him. "Perhaps," I told him. "You're a special boy. I like being with you. Maybe I will be back tomorrow." He nodded his head. "You stay in hotel?" he asked, nodding his head in the general direction of the motel. I nodded my head. "Perhaps I find you there, eh?" I nodded my head. "Come. We go." He let go of my dick and stepped into his pants while I did the same. A moment later he turned out the light and barely opened the door a crack, peeked out, and determining the coast was clear, stepped out of the room with me hot on his tail. Once the door was closed he turned and raised his head so I bent and kissed him on the lips. With a smile he said he would see me the next day and ran off. I slowly made my way back to my motel room and took another shower before falling into bed, exhausted. I'd never had an experience quite like what that day had produced. Two very cute and desirable boys, both younger than I'd ever been with before and both knowing just what they wanted, the latter seeming to have the experience of a man of my own years. Fucking that little boy had been totally one hundred percent top notch and I felt my cock start to respond to that thought as I fell asleep. Fuck! It still makes my cock twitch when I think about it. Day II The next morning I noticed that the van that Ty's family was driving was gone and felt a slight bit of nostalgia as I remembered his delightful young body. I would have enjoyed spending more time with the young cutie as much as he would have with me. Oh well. I went about my day, part business part relaxation, a schedule that necessitated a late lunch and subsequently a later supper. Because I was at the motel I elected to have lunch at the Thai restaurant that was located just off the lobby in the motel. I'd eaten there before and while it wasn't four star it was adequate to my needs. Besides, all of the males that worked there were pretty cute, a couple of them rather flirty, and that helped to make the experience all that much more pleasurable. The person who seated me that day was a familiar face whose name was Kiet, which meant honor in Thai, a fact that he'd told me with pride when I had asked the obvious questions. Probably the cutest boy in the place, as well as the most flirtatious, Kiet looked to be about fifteen or sixteen. Like many of his race, he was quite slender without appearing skinny, stood about five foot six with pitch-black hair worn short at the sides and longer on top, the bangs hanging just above his slightly oval shaped, huge black eyes. His skin was a medium mocha brown with no marks what so ever and barely a hint of hair on his upper lip. His face was narrow with cheekbones that were slightly high, nose small, perfect lips with crystal white teeth that produced a killer smile, and long luxurious lashes with thick brows accentuated his eyes. He always wore white, which accentuated his dusky skin and overall he was an adorable and very desirable teenage boy who, I guessed, might be open to play. Kiet had started the flirting the very first time I'd eaten in the restaurant but the real deal started on my second visit when I went in for dinner that evening. As soon as he seated me he leaned in close and said, "Your zipper is open. Your little man might get out and scare the other customers." The twinkle in his eyes made my heart lurch. "Not so little," I riposted, "and you don't seem to be too scared," I added and as I reached down to fix the problem the boy's eyes followed my hands. As I am wont to do from time to time I wasn't wearing any underwear and while standing I was still fairly well concealed but sitting down pushed the sides of my zipper open, revealing a nest of black pubic hair and the base of my pride and joy, which the darling cute young boy all but stared at. "No, I can see that you might not be so little," he said with a huge grin, "but still, I am not scared. I think I do not scare so easily. I think I could handle it, if called upon to do so." That pretty much confirmed my suspicions so I pushed the envelope a little further. "Perhaps I should give you the opportunity to test your skills then Kiet," I told him in a low whisper. "Perhaps. I might enjoy that challenge," he said standing upright, "and you might as well. What would you like for dinner tonight my friend?" I glanced at his waist, noticing the barely concealed dark outline of Jocky briefs underneath the white cotton trousers he was wearing, the style causing a slight bulge in front. My prolonged stare didn't escape the youth's attention and when my gaze finally met his the knowing smile on his smooth face reconfirmed my suspicions. "I don't suppose you have sausage?" I asked. "Oh yes, I have a fine sausage that I am quite sure would meet your pleasure but alas, not tonight. Perhaps on Thursday night." This was on Tuesday. "I do have a nice cock," and here he paused theatrically before going on, "chicken that is, in a red curry sauce with noodles and fresh vegetables." "Well then, your cock sounds nice Kiet, I'd like to try it," I told him trying to keep a straight face and barely succeeding. He nodded his head, told me it was an excellent choice that would not disappoint me, turned and headed back to the kitchen. I watched as he walked away, noticing how firm his slim little butt looked underneath the white cloth. He definitely had a delicious looking ass. He brought me water and as he stooped to place it on the table I said, "Has anyone ever told you that you have a terrific butt?" He smiled and said that he'd never heard that before and thanked me, although he looked backwards at his posterior and said that he always thought it was a little too. bubbly. I informed him that in my opinion it was perfect. Again, I got the huge smile and a thank you and he left to attend to a group that had just entered the restaurant. He came by my table to refill my water glass about ten minutes later and informed me that my cock would be coming. right up. "That remains to be seen," I quipped. The boy didn't miss a beat, glanced down at my lap then looked me in the eye and said, "Yes. Yes it does," and walked off. Ten feet away he looked over his shoulder at me and winked. My food finally arrived and Kiet went about his other duties, stopping by my table about five minutes into my meal and asking how it was. It was delicious and I told him so, adding, "The chicken," and without pretence I looked right at his waist, "seems soft and tender, yet firm under my tongue." "I am so glad that you like it firm," he replied. I finished my meal and Kiet had gotten busy so I didn't talk to him until I was at the front desk and paying for my meal. We made small talk and as I was ready to leave he said, "Don't forget Thursday. Sausage." I told him I was looking forward to it. The next day I had a decision to make regarding the "boy meal", as I'd come to think of the kid in the store room next door, and since thinking about the delicious young thing made my dick hard I decided to go back for seconds. I went inside the restaurant bout nine thirty, picked up a morning paper and coffee and went back to the corner where I'd first seen him. I waited, read the paper-twice- got a pencil from the front counter and did the crossword puzzle then went back to my room about ten forty five. The was no sign of the boy and of course my first thought was that he was fucking someone else, which made me a little jealous I don't mind saying. So, I had spent the entire without sex. Pity that, for a day without boy is a day without sunshine. Day III And so, Thursday arrived and at two thirty in the afternoon and I was seated in the restaurant downstairs having lunch. Kiet had been somewhere else so I hadn't seen him when I came in but as I was finishing my meal he approached my table, his broad grin and crystal white lighting the way. As usual he was in all white; his trousers made of a soft cotton with a drawstring at the waist, his shirt of the same material with long sleeves that were a wider bell shape at the wrist and a V-neck that showed off the separation of his smooth chest bone. The material was light enough so that his small nipples were almost visible. At the bottom end, the legs of his trousers were billowy but the cloth fit a little tighter from the thighs up. As he got closer I could see that he was wearing high cut Jocky's and they appeared to be red. "God you look good enough to eat," I told him after we exchanged pleasantries. "I'm glad you think so. That was my intention. Did you remember that today is the day you are trying my sausage?" he asked with a grin. "How could I forget such a thing," I told him, adding that I was looking forward to having it for dinner, although I would be eating later than usual. "Ahh," he said, "perhaps you would prefer room service then." I agreed that would probably be a very good idea. "About seven thirty would be best," he said and since he was leading the show I agreed. "I will bring your meal up myself, at seven thirty. You don't even need to call down for it." Once again, I agreed. When he walked away I could see the firm outline of his butt cheeks underneath the underwear, the style so narrow that it barely covered his gluteal cleavage. Any more narrow and it would have been a thong and although that would have been interesting, a thong wouldn't have done his firm little butt justice. As it was I felt my cock begin to harden at the sight of him. At seven thirty sharp there was a knock at my door and I opened it to find Kiet there holding a round serving tray with two stainless steel domed lids covering two plates. I opened the door to let him in and he placed the tray on the small table in my room. "I will return at eight sharp to retrieve the dishes," he said with a smile and promptly left the room. I removed the stainless steel lids to find a plate of satays, thin sliced strips of beef and chicken that had been strung on skewers and barbecued over coals. Beside the meat was a bowl of peanut sauce for dipping. Under the second dome was a large bowl of jasmine rice with toasted slivered almonds and plump golden raisins. I dove in savoring the flavor of the peanut sauce. At eight sharp there was another knock at the door. I opened it up and invited Kiet inside, closing the door behind him. "How was your meal?" he asked with sincerity. "It was delicious Kiet, the peanut sauce the best I've ever had." He nodded his head, his teeth an amazing contrast to his skin. "I was a little disappointed that I didn't get to try your sausage however. I was looking forward to that. a lot." "Oh," he said in a softer voice as he stepped closer to me and reached out to touch my hip, "I forgot to tell you that my sausage is more of a dessert sausage, to be enjoyed and lingered over after your main course. If you would like you may sample it now." "I would like that very much," I said quietly as I stepped closer to him. Our eyes maintained contact as I reached out and grasped the end of his drawstring and tugged on it, pulling the tie loose. Once the knot came undone the loose fitting garment slipped to the floor unimpeded. I put my hand on his hip, as his was on mine, then slowly moved it around to the front and cupped the nice sized bulge that was held in place by his underwear. I rubbed up and down on it, pressing my palm into him. The boy appeared to be more moderately gifted than most Asians I had been with, and I felt him grow larger under my ministrations. Kiet's hands became busy at the waistband of the shorts I was wearing, unbuttoning and then unzipping them and slipping his hand inside. "Oh my," he gasped as he discovered that I wasn't wearing underwear and he came into contact with my hardening flesh. "Not so little at all," he whispered as he felt down the length of my cock. With a little maneuvering he managed to get my shorts to fall to the floor while he continued to explore my cock and fondled my balls. "So smooth your eggs," he said. "Like mine. You much shave there." I nodded my head as I rubbed his butt then slipped my fingers in the waistband of his underwear at his back and tugged them downward, sliding my hand from side to side in order to accomplish that. I felt his butt cheeks; soft, yet firm to my touch. My hand moved around to the front where it slipped inside of the fabric, pulled it out and over the steel hardened flesh inside, then lowered to somewhere under his balls. I lifted a leg and grasped the material between my big toe and index toe then tugged it to the floor. "Neat trick," he said with a smile then leaned forward and kissed me. I put my arms around him and pulled him tight to me, pressing his full on hard cock into my belly right next to my cock. I stopped the kiss, reached down and pulled his shirt up over his head, Kiet raising his arms to help, then tugged my shirt off and pulled him to me again. His body was so warm and firm against mine and I was exhilarated at the feel of him. I ran my hands up and down the silky smooth skin of his back, down onto the glorious twin orbs of his ass, stopping to knead the flesh before returning upwards. We kissed as we both rubbed; soft moans escaping from the boy's throat. He pressed his waist into me; his cock was hard against my belly. He had an arm behind my neck, his hand rubbing in my hair then pressing my head forward as he pressed his lips against mine, his mouth opening and his tongue seeking mine to engage in mutual combat inside each other's mouth. I still hadn't actually touched or seen his boyhood or his sperm makers, except when I was rubbing on the outside of his underwear, and I was dying to do both. I broke the kiss and stepped back in order to see all of his beauty, and beauty it was indeed. Uncut, his cock had to be six and half to seven inches long and of a medium girth and, like the boy from the night before, the swollen head was more pink than the duskier colored shaft. His balls, moderately sized, hung loosely in a smooth and hairless bag, one slightly lower than the other, between smooth thighs. At the base of his pride and joy rested a nice neat patch of curly black hairs that had not yet encroached past his pubic bone into the creases of his thigh. His belly was flat, sloping nicely into his pubic area, the creases alongside his hips clearly visible. I reached out and grasped onto his cock and stroked it a few times, sliding the foreskin up over the head and back down again causing him to inhale sharply. I started to get to my knees, to pay homage to his wonderful flesh but he stopped me. "I am feeling sticky and sweaty from the days work. I would like you to suck on me as much as I want to suck on you but I would request a shower first Josh." God the kid was so fucking polite. "Would you mind if I joined you Kiet?" I asked him. "I would love it if you would join me," he answered with a grin. I took his hand and led him to the bathroom. He waited patiently as I got the water adjusted then stepped in behind me. I got under the spray first then changed places with the boy, our hard cocks doing a bit of impromptu swordplay as we passed each other face- to-face. "You see," he said with a smile, "they like each other already." I watched as he did the preliminary soaking, the water beading into silver color droplets on his dark skin and making his whole body look shinier. I practically stared at his butt while he faced the spray and felt my cock twitch at the sight of him and the thought of being buried deep inside the boy, somehow knowing that was exactly what was going to happen. "You're smiling," he said as he turned around to face me, and broke the small little reverie I'd been in. "Mmm, I'm sorry Kiet I got lost in thought," I said rather lamely. He smiled back at me then said, "Here, let me wash you." He took a washcloth, soaked it then smeared it with soap and proceeded to wash me from head to toe as though I were a small child. He was extremely gentle with my face, a little more forceful with just about everything else. He hummed softly to himself as he went about his task, frequently making comments about what a nice chest I had or how strong my arms looked, how flat my belly was, that sort of thing. He bypassed my cock and balls and went to legs and feet before returning to that ultra sensitive area where he discarded the cloth and used his hands. Soaping his hands thoroughly, he went to work, starting with my balls, massaging them ever so gently, going back in between my legs and back out and tugging on them. "So smooth. Like a baby," he cooed. He moved to my cock, using both hands to slide up and down the shaft and gently squeezing the head. The feelings were pretty incredible to say the least. He worked his slender fingers in between my cheeks, pulling one of them aside, and scrubbed my hole, exerting a little pressure. He completed the washing and then, using the soapy skin like a lotion, he gave me a quick shoulder massage. When he was done, he directed me under the shower, got me all rinsed off he told me to close my eyes and proceeded to shampoo my hair, massaging my scalp as he cleaned. When he was all done and I was all rinsed off I reached for the cloth but he stopped me. "No, I will clean myself this time. I wish to get down to the business of loving and if you wash me it will put that off all that much longer. You may wash me next time if you like." "There's going to be another shower?" I asked with a grin. He responded with his own wide-open smile and a nod saying, "At least two, maybe three," as he did a quick clean up of his face, neck, his almost totally hairless armpits, and then his groin, which included his asshole. Once done he rinsed off and we climbed out, toweled off quickly, helping to do each other's back, then I led him to the bed, dropping a towel on the nightstand for clean up later. As soon as we lay down he was in my arms, pressing his body against mine, his lips at my face and his hands busy, one behind my head, the other all over my torso then stopping at my cock. He stroked me lovingly but with determination and stopped kissing me long enough to tell me that mine was the nicest cock he'd ever encountered. "Have you encountered many?" I asked him. He said that he had although they were mostly boys his age or a little younger but that he'd been with a couple of men and all of that had been in Thailand before he'd moved to America. "I have made some pictures, me with other boys, that is why." I felt my heart lurch a little bit, wondering if I was placing myself in danger of catching something that would rot my cock off. Kiet sensed my mood. "Do not worry Josh. The boys I was with had not had much, if any experience, that I made sure of and the two men I was with I would not allow to fuck me and when I went inside of them I wore protection. I do not want to wear protection when I am with you; do I need to worry about that?" I shook my head. "No," I said softly, "No, I promise you that you don't need to worry about that." "Good. Then let us save talk for later when we are tired." He slid down the bed until he was face on with my cock and without preamble took the head into his mouth. Closing his lips, he allowed his tongue to explore the swollen flesh, licking off the copious amount of precum that was leaking out. After he was satisfied that he'd touched every millimeter he slid his head down and took almost half of me into his mouth and throat before sliding back off. Clearly this adorably cute young thing knew what he was doing and I wondered for a second if he'd been captured on film, or digital, doing what he was now doing to me. "Slide around Kiet so that I can suck on your cock," I moaned out and the boy wasted no time complying with my request. Close up his cock was magnificent, his foreskin completely retracted and the lighter shaded head out in the open and leaking boy juices while his smooth, hair free balls hung lazily onto his upper thigh. I grasped onto the shaft, pulling it to me, then licked all over the head, cleaning him off before taking him into my mouth. I cupped his balls, feeling the smooth soft texture as I suckled him. We stayed in that position for a good three minutes, both working on each other's shaft, cock head, and balls, licking the latter and pulling a sperm maker into our mouths. "Roll above me," Josh, he finally said, and when I did, he continued to suck on my cock, pulling it down to him, but only for a moment. What he wanted, he made clear by pulling my hips and getting me to lower myself. Complying with his gestures, I lowered myself until my balls rested on his chest. He pulled my cheeks open and went to work on my asshole, licking and slurping greedily at my muscle, pushing his tongue against the wrinkled flesh as if trying to get inside of me. I love being rimmed and the feelings became so intense that I simply rested my head on his thigh and licked at his balls while I moaned out. He didn't stay just on my asshole either but licked downward, tasting the flesh at the beginning of my bag and down onto the eggs that were puddle on his chest. "My turn," I finally groaned out, and started the motions of reversing, rolling him over so that I was between his legs, his deliciously gorgeous ass in front of me. God what an ass that kid had. I admired the twin orbs as though they were ancient pottery. I took in his crack, slightly duskier in color as the flesh disappeared inside. I further examined his nut sac, spilling out of the crack. All in all it was a fantastic sight, one that I doubted that I would ever get tired of seeing, on any boy, let alone this beautiful creature. I did some minor rearranging, freeing up my arms then peeled the boy open like the gourmet food that he was. I looked over the core of him, the tight puckered muscle that was free of any hair what so ever and the seam of flesh that ran from his hole and down his bag. God he was so tender, so delectable, that I could have just looked at him as he began sucking my cock once more. While I loved being rimmed, I loved rimming even more. I can't begin to explain just how hot it is for me to dive into the center of a boy, to explore him with my tongue. It was better than any steak, lobster or other foods that my tongue came into contact with. I closed my eyes and started slowly, using the tip of my tongue to gently explore what my eyes already had. I felt the firm puckered muscle, the soft texture of flesh that surrounded it, the loose wrinkled skin where his nut sac began, then down the elongated bag to where his sperm makers hung just above my chest. Once the return trip was completed I went to work in earnest. I put my hands on his hips and pulled him to me, pushing my face into the crevice where I had his cheeks pried wide open. I used force, pushing my tongue against his hole, working it around and trying to get the tip to somehow penetrate the resisting muscle. From the other end I heard Kiet moan as he pushed backward into my face in order to help create more feelings for him. "Do you have some slippery stuff josh?" he finally asked. I said that I did but I'd have to get up to get it so Kiet rolled off of me to allow me to do just that. I retrieved a bottle of Wet from my bag and went back to the bed. I stopped for just a moment to gaze at the beauty lying on my bed propped up on one elbow at watching me. Kiet was truly a wonder, his smooth firm body some of the best eye candy I'd ever experienced. His legs were about half way open, the right one crooked at the knee so his fat balls hung gently between silky smooth dark thighs, one below the other. His rock hard young cock stretched toward his belly button, the dusky shaft in the air, not quite resting against his taut belly. His nice neat little patch of pitch-black hair, nestled at the base of that which made him boy, helped bring attention to that area of the body, doing what scientists believe it was intended to do. For a brief moment I reflected on how that was true, at least for me. I wasn't much on the shaved look, preferring my lads to have some fuzz, except of course in the rare cares like the boy from the fast food place who just had not sprouted yet. Kiet had a knowing smile on his face as I came out of my brief reverie. "God you're so beautiful," I whispered as I continued to the bed and sat down. "Oh, I don't think so Josh but you are kind to say so." I leaned down and kissed him which turned into a mouth open tongue dance and when we finally broke it he said, "I want you to fuck me Josh. I want you to be my first man." I had heard that request before and it always made my heart leap. Not so much that I "got" to be first but that a boy honored me by asking me to be his first. I never treated that lightly. "Okay baby boy," I said softly. I would need to get his heat level up, get him hot enough to ask me to fuck him. That was always the best way, especially with a cock the size of mine. At the thickest part of the shaft, I was over seven inches around. People generally don't understand that bit of physics but, essentially, having my cock shoved inside you was about like having a medium sized flashlight stuffed up your ass. I had been amazed that the little boy from a few nights before had been able to accommodate me with seemingly so little pain or discomfort. Everyone was different, that's for sure but still, but still I preferred my tried and true method of prepping a boy before the assault. If he was hot enough the pain would be minimal and he'd move into the pleasurable part fairly quickly. Besides, as they say, getting there is half the fun. I lubed up the middle finger of one hand then slid down to his waist and gobbled up the head of his cock. I stayed mostly right there, sliding my lips back and forth of the sensitive head while my hand played with his balls, keeping the lubed finger out of the way as I fondled and gently tugged on the sperm makers. When Kiet began moaning, I used my index and ring fingers to pry open the little wall of flesh on the inner cheeks that protects the asshole, found my target, and slipped inside of him. I continued to use my mouth to make love to the cute young teen's cock while my finger did the same thing to his boygina, sliding in and out of the tight little hole. I found his prostate and massaged it, an act that really got the moaning and groaning started and I that I knew would get the boy to where I needed him. I slipped a second finger inside, eliciting another moan while the boys' hands rubbed on my head. About two minutes into it I reluctantly left his throbbing young cock and maneuvered myself up between his spread legs, taking the lube with me as I went. I poured some of the gel on his rigid shaft, smeared it from the head to about half way down and began to slowly work the outside while my fingers continued to work his insides. That lasted all of about thirty seconds. "I'm going to cum if you don't stop that Josh," he groaned. "I think you should put your cock in me now before it's too late." Those were the magic words, the very ones that I hoped he would say. I reached for the lube, my fingers still moving gently inside the boy, managed to get my dick slathered, then got in close to him. The plan was to remove my fingers and get my cock into him in one fell swoop, if possible. "Pull your legs back for me Kiet," I whispered and the boy complied immediately. I was in as close as I could get, worked his asshole a few more times then slipped my fingers out and shoved my cock head in and stopped. "Ooohhhhh," he moaned at the invasion. Needless to say my swollen head was wider than my fingers so stretched him a little wider than before. However, my shaft was thicker still so I waited patiently while his muscle and his brain adjusted to the assault. I looked down, always amazed at the sight of being connected to a boy, my cock creating a fleshy bridge between our bodies, admiring his balls resting there above my cock. It was and is, a beautifully erotic sight. I went back to stroking his cock, trying to get his heat level back up and give him something else to concentrate on. It wasn't all that necessary because almost immediately he told me to go ahead and push it all the way inside. I put my hands on the underside of his thighs and pushed slightly, rolling his butt up a little bit higher. I kept my eyes on the action and watched, once again mesmerized by the sight of my large dick being gobbled up, inch by thick inch, by a young boy's body until my pubic hair was touching his skin, the very bottom of his ball bag and the lowest of the two eggs. I waited. "Is it all the way inside of me Josh? It is isn't it? Gosh I've never felt so full in my life," the boy said, looking at me through half lidded eyes and perhaps the beginning of a smile on pretty face. "Yes baby boy," I cooed to him, "I'm all the way in. You've taken all of me inside your body." "Mmmm," he answered back then finally said, "Okay Josh. Love me now, okay?" What could I do but comply with the darling boy's request. With my hands still in place holding his legs back, I slipped out of him about half way, then slid back inside. As I picked up a rhythm I watched his beautiful dark face, noticing the changes it went through, from uncomfortable ness to pleasure, his mouth relaxing into a semi-smile. I began pulling my cock almost totally out of Kiet's tight little hole, the rim of my cock head actually becoming visible for a moment, before slamming back into him. My balls started making a slight whacking sound as they bounced into his flesh. I wanted to drape his legs over my forearms and roll him upwards so that I was hammering down into him but I also wanted to see his sperming. It was a necessary ritual for me that when I was with a boy for the first time I needed to see him cum. I needed to see his young body's production of life creating juice; to see how much he made, how far he shot, to watch his hard young cock head spew out his sperm. It always enhanced my first cumming with a boy. With Kiet, a most beautiful young thing, I couldn't forgo it, couldn't miss nature's fireworks. "Oooohh fuck Josh," he moaned out, "your cock feels so good. I'm ready to cum Josh, make me cum, oh God make me cum hard Josh." I placed his feet flat on my chest so that I could hold onto his upper thighs. I drove into the boy, holding him in place while I slammed my thick cock into his tight hole, the noised from my balls hitting him and the squishy sounds of fucking clearly audible in the small room. Kiet's head was all but thrashing from side to side as I fucked him, his stone hard teenage cock bouncing on his belly. I felt my own balls tighten slightly in preparation of spewing forth my own cum. I reached between Kiet's leg and my belly and grasped onto his cock right at the head and squeezed. My fucking him drove his cock in and out of my tightened fist and took the cute young thing on over the edge. "OOOhhh fuuuuuuck," he groaned out in a low voice. I slipped off of the head and jacked his cock, felt the shaft thicken in my hand and his head erupt. His first squirt went all the way to his neck and since his head was turned into the pillow some of it actually hit his earlobe. The second shot went almost as far while the next six squirts of hot young sperm landed everywhere between his nipples and his belly button. I felt myself taken over the edge as I watched the boy unload the fruit of his balls. "Take over on your cock Kiet," I moaned out and let go of his shaft so that I could push his legs back even further. I fucked into the boy with a fury, my own cock pulsing out jet after jet of my own man cum into his ass, filling his bowels with my juices. I could hear myself groan out loud, my deeper voice mixing with the higher pitched moans of the boy underneath me. I moved my ass from side to side while buried deep inside of the teen, working to find different pressures and thus create more intense feelings for both of us. It must have worked because Kiet moaned out even louder. As my orgasm subsided I resumed to moving in and out of Kiet, loving him slowly, wishing to continue our experience a little longer. He finally looked at me through half lidded eyes and a small little smile formed on his lips. I dropped his feet from my chest but kept them draped over my arms then leaned forward and placed my hands on the bed. The move rolled Kiet up onto his back, plunged me a little deeper inside of him which elicited an, "Ooohhh." It also got my lips within striking distance of his so I lowered my head to do exactly that. The boy responded with enthusiasm, our tongues getting reacquainted again. I continued to move in and out of the tight recess of his ass, the feelings still intense enough that I didn't want to leave, ever. I had a quick mental image of people having to bring us food so that we could stay nourished, to keep our strength up as we stayed coupled in an eternal fuck. I finally broke the kiss and returned to a kneeling position that allowed for Kiet's legs down, feet flat on the bed. "That was incredible Josh. You love very good, make me feel very satisfied. I love having your big cock inside of me." I complimented Kiet as well, not that I needed to, but the fact was that being with him, connected to him, was pretty goddamned fine. I leaned forward, telling him to put his arms around my neck and to hold on, and once in place I began to rise up. I put an arm behind the boy to help take up some weight and in a flash I was rocked back onto my haunches with him impaled in my lap. Of course the move created some different angles and thus different pressures inside of him and that elicited a moan. Our faces were quite close and so for a moment we just looked at each other, first into our eyes, then a slow roam over each other's face. Kiet was indeed as smooth as a new born baby's butt except for the very slight amount of hairs on his upper lip. His lips were so fucking perfect and his teeth so brilliantly white against his dark skin. God that boy was beautiful. Then too there was his sperm, the thick goo hardly moving from where it stuck to his neck and chest. The boy was a shooter, of that there was no doubt. "I'll lean over so you can grab the towel and clean yourself Kiet." I did, he did, then he dropped the towel on the bed next to us. By some unspoken mutual consent we leaned into each other and kissed; small little pecks at first, then longer, head turned things that led into a gentle exploring of tongues. When we finally broke it off I went immediately to his neck and began kissing him in the soft tender area just above his collarbone. Kiet hugged the back of my head, pulling me closer to him as he shivered and moaned out loud. "Oh God," he moaned softly and shivered again. I knew that he was probably breaking out in goose bumps all along that side of his body. Most boys or men that I'd been with did that, the area being a very highly erotic or erogenous one. I ran my hands slowly up and down his back as I continued to kiss his neck, letting them stray on down to cup his slender butt, one hand sneaking in underneath and feeling my cock where it entered the young teens' body. I was still hard as stone, my dick losing a little of his firmness but getting it right back as I brought Kiet's heat level back up again. For his part, the boy was getting charged up and that act often causes one to start doing the little bump and grind of the waist. If you're lying down then you automatically press into the bed or if you're with a partner, then into their torso, wherever your waist might be at the time. Since Kiet was still stuffed with my cock, the natural instinct to create more pleasure was to slide his waist to and fro in a slight undulating manner. In short, the boy started to fuck me. Kiet's knees were planted solidly on the bed, almost tight against my thighs, giving him leverage to do what he was doing. His head rested on my shoulder, arms around my head, holding me as a mother might hold her child. And he fucked me. Slowly. Deliberately. He moved his hips forward and back, causing me to naturally put my hands on his firm little ass and help the boy, guide him, although he really needed no guidance at all. He knew well what he was doing and how to do it, moving my cock around inside of him like the floor shift on an old truck. I pulled his cheeks apart, opening him up wider for me and helping to create more feelings for him. "I can't seem to get close enough to you, to get enough of your cock inside of me. My body wants more and more of you inside of me," he moaned in my ear. He was beginning to breathe heavier as lust took over, driving him onward toward another, inevitable, crashing conclusion. It was hot, the boy was, hot I was hot. God it felt so awesomely good being inside of him, loving him. I held him tightly, my hand having gotten between us to grasp his cock and jack him off. He held onto me just as tight as we rocked together on the bed and came a second time, this one causing me to see stars as though a hundred flashbulbs went off in my face. Kiet was almost sobbing in my ear as his orgasm took him over the edge as he pushed and moved every which way in my lap, sweat running off of both of us. His sperm shot out onto my belly, splattering me in warm young juice until it slowed to a dribble and oozed down over my thumb and dripped off into my pubic hair. The bundle of boy in my lap finally slowed his motion and eventually stopped. His head rested on my shoulder, both of us breathing very heavily as we reveled in the afterglow of a great sperming. My legs were getting very tired however so I told him to hold on and through a variety of moves ended up sitting on the bed with Kiet still in my lap and seeming to enjoy the acrobatics as we moved from one position to the other. We kissed a little more then he gently pushed me to my back and began to recline on my chest. We didn't manage to stay that way for long as my cock finally softened and squished out of his tight little ass, causing us both to moan at the loss. Kiet lay prone on my body, our cocks finally softened and snuggled up next to each other, much as their owners were, smearing his cooling cum on both our bodies. "That was delicious Josh," he whispered in my ear, then kissed my cheek. My hands played lightly up and down his back, alternating with an occasional firmer touch. I gripped and kneaded the firm dark globes of his adolescent butt, enjoying how they felt under my fingers. "Yes. Yes it was," I whispered back and held him a little tighter. He finally rolled off of me and stood up. "Stay and rest while I prepare a bath for us, yes?" I nodded my head and watched as he walked toward the bathroom. The kid was a delight to watch, front or back, as he moved and I actually felt my cock stir, just a little bit, as I thought about it being stuffed inside the boys' tight slender butt.