Date: Mon, 13 Aug 2007 05:56:10 -0700 (PDT) From: tag michaels Subject: My Pixie Boy There is NO truth to this story what so ever. The only semblance to reality is that I know a boy who looks like Evan but that's it. I've never spent any time alone with the boy nor is there any plan to do so. This story does depict sexual contact between a boy and an adult male. The usual platitudes apply. As always, N-Joi Hugs, Tag_m Pixie-ish. That was the word that readily came to mine when I looked at Evan, an impression that I'd carried for years. His was the kind of smooth young face that one sees in drawings depicting pixies or sprites, or more often these days, Japanese animation. You know the type of face I'm talking about; somewhat high wide cheekbones that narrow down to the jaw but without giving the impression of a sharp V. The hair is a big part of that, a somewhat raggedy, layered cut with a two month grow out that has no definite lines to it and bangs that fall across the eyebrows but aren't quite yet long enough for the occasional brushing out of the eyes, but give it another week and they would be. At the sides of the head the hair is an inch or so longer than the ear lobes and covers them except the top of the ear is often poking through the strands. In the depictions or anime the hair itself looks thick, and Evan's was. The hair isn't stick straight but close to it. Evan's had a small amount of body to it and some of the ends had an ever so slight bend in the last inch or so and stuck out a tad bit in various places on his head. Evan's hair was blond but not just any blonde. There were at least five shades ranging from classic dishwater blond to pale almost white blond. On a woman it would have been a perfectly executed foil whose cost would range from the low to mid hundreds. On Evan, it helped fill out the overall image. Another feature of anime is huge eyes. An adorably cute boy, Evan's deep emerald green orbs were all of that, but more, owing to a heritage that contained some flavor of oriental or far eastern; not full but certainly a quarter, give or take. As a result they had an almost unnoticeable hint of almond in the overall shape as well as in the epithelial fold. The forefront of the brain wouldn't register "Asian" but farther back it would register the fact that these eyes; these eyes had something pleasingly different about them. Huge but not dominating, Evan's eyes were framed by thick brows that you couldn't really see cuz of the hair, and long thick lashes that you couldn't miss unless you were blind. They were dark enough that at the base, they gave off a hint of what looked like eyeliner but wasn't. Evan's nose fit his face well; narrow but not aquiline, a slight enough curve so that it wasn't plumb line straight, and nostrils whose size and direction couldn't have matched the rest of the image any more perfectly. Speaking of perfect, Evan wasn't. The color of his lips could best be described as a light rosy tone, whose perfectly shaped cupids bow turned into something more narrow out toward the ends of his mouth. The bottom lip was narrow as well but wouldn't be considered thin or a slash and the way his lips framed the boy's teeth gave an overall pleasing look no matter if the mouth was open, closed, or somewhere in between. His teeth weren't perfectly straight or glaringly white either, nor were they yellow or otherwise distinctive in color although there was a small and much whiter bit at the outside corner of one of his middle teeth. The middle front teeth may have been slightly larger than normal but then, perhaps some of the side teeth were slightly smaller, or perhaps the small gaps between some of the side teeth gave off that impression. When Evan's mouth was relaxed the center of his upper lip rode up slightly and exposed a slight amount of his teeth, mostly the middle ones, giving him a bit of an impish look, which fit the boy perfectly. Evan was the only child of some friends of mine. They were nice, gentle people who had borne Evan when they were in their early forties so now, at the beginning of the second half of the century of their lives, they didn't always quite relate to the precocious and active preteen. There wasn't conflict you understand, probably less than the average kid parent relationship these days, in fact they got along pretty well, it's just that sometimes the parents didn't get it. Of course when that happed it generated the typical rolling of the eyes from their son. I'd been around Evan since he was born, sitting in the hospital waiting room with his father while the boy was being delivered, God forbid that he be present in the delivery room during such a personal moment for his wife. As the boy's Godfather I'd taken an active interest in his life. I'd fed Evan and bathed him, been pissed on and puked on and wiped the boy's shitty little butt and we'd bonded early on in his life. I always bought him the coolest toys and the hippest clothes. I was a favorite "uncle" although that actual term was never used. I was simply Greg. Through the years Evan stayed with me overnight or sometimes weekends and as he got older, during the summer he might stay for a week. When Evan was nine a variety of things conspired to happen that allowed for me to move to a forty five acre place in the country and subsequently retire much earlier than I'd planned. Because I was farther away I didn't see Evan's family anywhere near what any of us would have liked. That may have been partially responsible for his spending a month with me during the summer between sixth and seventh grades, the time when this story takes place. Evan was a few months past twelve. It had been a busy school year what with all manner of sports, music lessons and even Italian lessons, although no one was quite sure where that came from. He and his parents needed a break from each other and I needed help around the property. I'd offered the boy seven dollars an hour to help me get some things done, not the least was building some rock gardens to help dress up the uneven terrain around the house. The money was a fairly substantial amount for a boy his age and thus a great incentive however I did offer more and that was an ATV for roaming through the mostly wooded property as well as a decent sized pond no more than fifty feet from the back of the house that was designed with swimming in mind. I also had a new hot tub and sauna. His parents dropped him off about noon on a Saturday in mid July, Evan piling out of the older model sedan almost before it stopped and racing up to give me a tight hug as I headed down the walkway, my tan Newfoundland Caboto trotting beside me and earning a big hug from Evan after the boy was done with me. "I got something to show you later," he said with a beaming smile that, along with his melodic soprano voice, said it was something exciting. Hi parents didn't stay as they had things that required their presence elsewhere so Evan and I hauled his two bags into the house and the bedroom that he would be using. I admired the boy, noticing that he'd grown some, albeit not much, since I'd last seen him some six months before. Never a big boy Evan stood just below my shoulder making him right at or just under 5 feet tall. He was pretty slender, the distance from hip to hip across his cute and bubbly little ass not more than nine or ten inches. He was wearing a pair of khaki cargo pants and no shirt, a good two inches of boxers showing at the waistline. At the front the boy was well enough defined, the creases giving evidence to the emerging musculature of a young, soon to be teenage boy and the front of his pants remained fairly flat. "Do you want to put your things away or wait till later?" asked him. "Later," he said turning to face me. "Look Greg I finally got hairs." He'd tugged the front of his pants and underwear down far enough for me to see the base of both his cock and the wrinkled beginning of his sac. I got to my knees for a closer look and indeed, the cute young thing had half dozen little strands whose life could have been measure in weeks. Light in color the little things were spread across his flat pubic bone at the base of his cock. I reached out and touched them lightly with my finger tip knowing full well Evan wouldn't mind the intimacy. "Wow Evan," I said with enthusiasm as I stood back up, "that's pretty darn cool." I ruffled the boy's hair and he beamed with the praise and attention. "Are you making sperm yet Ev?" I asked, knowing again that the topic was inevitable. He shook his head as he pulled his clothes back into place. "Nope but I been practicing," he said, the impish smile still plastered to his smooth face. "Then it won't be long I bet before you're making a mess on your sheets," I said with an equally big grin to which the boy nodded and said "yup". I should clarify some things here. One, I've never had an attraction to pre pubescent boys, preferring my boys to have some fuzz and hopefully be producing sperm, the amount of either not being important. Two, I'd never had any physical attraction to Evan at any time, despite having seen him naked as recently as the last time he'd stayed with me. The other thing is that Evan, like most children and maybe boys in particular, loved being naked. Evan's parents put a stop to his nudity about age six declaring that he was getting too old for that which of course was a mask for their own uncomfortablness. I had never had such compunctions and as such the boy was welcome to run as naked as he wanted when he was at my house. Granted that was usually after a nightly bath and before bedtime. Evan had always had plenty of questions about the body and sex and I'd always been as honest and appropriate about it as I could. The topic of masturbation had come up during his previous visit. A friend of his told him about using liquids or cream type things on their dicks to jack off. "Is that true Greg, that guys do that?" I nodded my head and the boy wanted to know what kinds of things so I went through the typical list of lubes of choice and why guys use them. "Do you jack off Greg? Do you use slippery stuff?" I had explained that most men masturbated throughout their lives, even married ones and that yes I sometimes use a lube. That led to a discussion of why a guy would do that if he had a wife or a girlfriend and in the end he seemed to understand. "Remember when we talked about the slippery stuff," he asked and I nodded my head. "I tried it and you were right Greg, it does make it more intense and fun. Makes me cum quicker too," he added with a smile. I was a little stunned at the turn of the conversation but I shouldn't have been. Maybe it was because he wasn't such a little boy anymore but becoming a sexually mature male. Still I was glad that he felt comfortable enough to ask as well as talk about private things. We walked into the kitchen and pulled out a couple of Thomas Kemper's sodas, Cream for me and Black Cherry for Evan, then went out onto the covered back porch and sat in the swing that hung from the open rafters of the roof. He was quiet a moment then said, "Can I ask you some questions Greg?" I ruffled his head again and assured him he could ask me anything he wanted. "Well, is it gay for boys to do stuff with each other? You know, like touchin each other or well, sucking each other's dick and stuff." I couldn't tell if he had or had been offered or was considering such behaviors but it didn't really matter. "Not at all Evan, in fact most boys engage in same sex play at some point in their lives, some times from an early age but generally about puberty and on into their teenage years. Its part of growing up and while most boys do it they don't generally talk about it. Many boys worry that they might be gay because of it but that just isn't the case. Becoming gay doesn't work like that." Evan already knew that because he knew I was gay and we'd had the discussion before. "Did you ever mess around with other boys?" I nodded my head and he wanted to know how old I was when I first did it and what did I do. I told him I was about his age, twelve or thirteen and that a boy older than me had taught me about stuff. The boy was sixteen and had taught me about jacking off; first having me jack him off till he squirted, which was totally amazing." Evan laughed at that. "Then he jacked me off and of course I wasn't making sperm yet so had a dry orgasm which was incredibly powerful for me." "Yeah, it is for me too," Evan interrupted, "I almost go crazy from the feelings. So, did he suck you and did you suck on him too?" I nodded my head and explained a little bit about what that was like. I asked if he'd done things with other boys yet and he shook his head. "I been kind of wanting to but I'm not sure I trust a lot of boys. My best friend Kenny and I talked about it but we haven't done anything except show each other our dicks and jacked off a couple times together. He doesn't make sperm yet either and we're both dying to make it and even see some." He was quiet for a moment then got excited and turned to face me on the swing. "Hey I got a idea, you and me could do some stuff together. We could jack off and I could see real sperm, I bet you make a bunch of it, and you could show me stuff and teach me stuff." The look on my face must have prompted his next words, "Pleeeze Greg," he asked, putting a hand on my leg. "Please, it would mean a lot to me and we're great friends and I trust you and know you'd never hurt me or be weird with me or anything. Please?" I'd rarely before seen the expression that was on Evan's face in that moment. Clearly what he was asking was important to him and not some flight of fancy. "That's a pretty big thing you're asking me to do Evan. You know I love you with all my heart so in a way it would be like being with my own son and not just the son of my life long close friends which in itself is an issue not to mention that there are some very rigid laws about that kind of behavior." The boy's face took on a crestfallen look and my heart melted. "Come here" I said and reached an arm out. He crawled onto my lap, something he hadn't done in awhile, and I held him tight although not as tight as he was holding me, his face buried into my neck. "I love you too Greg. I could never tell anyone else this stuff and it's why I sorta feel safe telling you." I rubbed my hand up and down his bare back, feeling the muscle that would soon grow stronger and reveling in the warmth and softness of his twelve year old skin. I kissed the top of his head. "Okay baby boy," a tem of affection I'd used since he was a babe, " Let me think about it. I won't make any promises but I'll think about it." He nodded his head into the crook of my neck and mumbled an "ok". We stayed that way awhile, gently rocking the swing, then I asked him what he'd like to do since we'd start the work projects the next day. Of course the ATV was his first choice. "Okay but you gotta put a shirt on." He crawled off my lap then leaned back in and kissed me on the lips, something else we'd done since he was little. "Thanks Greg, you're the best," then he turned and headed off to go upstairs. I watched his narrow boy's butt as he went away from me and thought about his proposal. I felt my cock swell slightly. Like I said, I'd never had any sexual thoughts toward Evan but what he was asking me caused me to have second thoughts. I loved boys with all my heart, especially teenage boys. I loved everything about them and my ersatz nephew was right at the beginning of the stage of development where I became sexually attracted to boys. The idea of teaching him about his body, of being there when he had his first ejaculation, of the possibility of having him explore my body and me his was extremely tempting and desirable and I knew that I would do as he asked. It was only a matter of timing and although I was sure that Evan would practically drop his pants at a moments notice I preferred that there be at least a little bit of lead in and particularly that he initiate it, not knowing just what that meant exactly, just that I wasn't going to suggest or otherwise make the first move. Back downstairs in a flash wearing a bright orange t-shirt my young pixie boy and I walked over to the shed where he donned a helmet and climbed onto the Honda and fired it up. We backed it out and off he flew. I didn't bother with the typical be careful lecture as we'd done it before and Evan knew the trails and terrain already. Besides that he was incredibly responsible. The next morning I was in his bedroom and seven o'clock to wake him up but before I did I took in his beauty. He was laying face down, his arms wrapped around a pillow, his hair all askew from sleep, his smooth young face relaxed as he dreamed the dreams of boy's. I noticed his clothes in a loose pile on the floor including his multi patterned boxers and wonder if my boy slept naked a lot and further wondered if his cock was young boy morning hard. The sheet was pulled halfway down his back and that's where I placed my hand to gently shake him awake. "Come on sweet prince, it's time to get up." I walked over and pulled his drapes open to let the bright morning sunlight pour in. When I turned around he was on his back, stretching like a cat. The front of the sheet was tented slightly, telling me that he was indeed sporting a morning erection. Like most males, his hands then went between his legs and pushed briefly at his stiff cock. I sat on the edge of the bed and asked how he'd slept and he said it had been great. He loved staying at my house because it was so much quieter than the city. I ruffled his hair and stood up with another reminder that we had to get cracking. I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth when he came in, the front of his boxers pushed out. He stood at the toilet next to where I was doing my thing and pulled the front of his boxers down and using a thumb pushed his stiff cock down as he bent over slightly to piss. Much as I wanted to stare at his boyhood charms I didn't but I could and did look at his reflection in the mirror. It was clear that Evan was a growing boy. I'd seen his cock hard before, when he was younger, not an uncommon thing. Now he looked to be somewhere between four and half to five inches long. "Greg, how come my dick is hard every morning? It didn't used to be like that." I explained the basics as he finished up and let his boxers go back into place, finishing with the prospect of his eventually making babies. He grabbed his toothbrush and said that he couldn't imagine putting his dick into a girl and doing that stuff. I didn't suspect that Evan was gay, just at the age where he wasn't quite yet attracted to the female form. "Did you ever do that with a girl Greg? I know you're gay and all but did you ever?" He went about brushing his teeth as I explained that, like many gay boys," I given it try but wasn't impressed with girls. He nodded his head in understanding. I leaned against the counter and talked as he finished up. ""Do I have time to take a shower?" I said that he did and that I'd leave him to do that. "You don't have to Greg," he said as he turned to face the tub then jerked his boxers down and stepped out of them, giving me a close and full on view of his delicious little ass. The kid's creamy white globes were definitely the edible kind, pushing out from the small of his back. "You've seen me naked before and nothings changed," he said as he bent over to turn the water on, his balls barely visible at the bottom of his butt crack. He looked over his shoulder at me and smiled, "Well things have changed a little bit." I walked by and smacked him on the butt. "Just the same sweet cheeks, I need coffee," and headed out the door. The day was productive; breakfast in the small town five miles from my property, supplies, checking on the delivery of my rock then back to the ranch where I checked in on the guys doing my addition. The house was originally two bedrooms and one bath and I was having a master suite added on. After that it was work, lunch, and more work until about four when the carpenters had knocked off. We were both hot and dirty and sweaty although Evan had barely a sheen on his back whereas I was almost dripping, and I generally don't sweat that much. We grabbed some sodas and sat in Adirondack chairs in the shade on the covered back porch. Evan asked how hot I thought it was and I figured mid eighties at least. He pondered that a moment then said rather wistfully, "I bet the pond would feel good." I agreed that it probably would. "Let's go swimming Greg," he said and climbed out of his chair. He bend and untied his work boots then kicked them off along with his socks. He unsnapped his jeans and shoved them down, his boxers riding low enough to just about expose his stuff, pulled the boxers back into place while using his feet to free himself from the cumbersome denim. "Come on Greg, go swimming with me." I pondered the idea, shrugged my shoulders and stood up and began shucking my own clothes while Evan watched patiently. Down to my own boxers, we headed down to the pond where Evan dove in, my big water loving dog right behind him, and immediately surfaced with a yell. "It's still cold but not bad," he said, his hands fiddling beneath the water and most likely pulling his underwear back into place. I knew how cold it would be and dove in anyhow, the shock drawing any feelings of being hot right out of my body. Evan got out and dove in again, swimming past me underwater and giving me a glimpse of his half exposed Lilly white butt as he slid by. When he climbed out the next time his water logged underwear drug down below his butt cheeks and seemingly without giving it a though simply shoved them all the way off and dove back in surfacing beside me. "I hate that, having to keep my underwear up. It's so easier to not even wear em." I nodded my head in understanding and Evan asked if I ever skinny dipped out there and again I nodded my head. "I'm gonna get out Ev, I'm cool enough, besides I want to start the grill for supper." He said he thought he was cooled down enough too so we headed to the edge and climbed out together. "Oh man Greg, that cold water sure shrinked my stuff up." I turned and looked down to where Evan was looking and indeed, his cock was shrunk down to a little boy's size, the circumcised head the most prominent part of his penis, his balls held up tight to his crotch in a wrinkled bag. "Why does it do that Greg?" "Because sperm is very temperature sensitive; when it's cold the sac shrinks up close to the body for heat and when it's warm it loosens up again." He reminded me that he didn't make sperm yet I explained it was just what a guys balls did. His hand went to his groin and cupped everything and held it. "Maybe that'll help." I agreed and told him that just being out of the water would do it too since it was still quite hot out. He scooped up his soaked boxers and as we headed back to the house he slid next to me and put his arm around my waist. "I sure love being out here with you Greg," he said. I put my arm across his shoulders and hugged the boy. "I love having you here Evan." The evening was uneventful; grilled burgers, a game or two of chess which Evan was very good at, an hour of piano practice for him on my restored Connover-Cable and then bedtime for me about nine forty five. I didn't bother to give Evan directions about bedtime as he would get up with me in the morning regardless. About fifteen minutes later, just as I was dozing off I remembered that I'd forgotten to take my nighttime meds so crawled out of bed, donned my boxers, and headed toward the kitchen. Evan's door was open slightly and I could see the flickering light of the TV screen but no noise. I peeked in and got quite a surprise. The way the room was situated I could see the TV at the end of his bed as well the bed and boy itself. The bed was angled just enough that unless he turned his head to look at the door, he wouldn't see me. If he had, I'm sure he would have been at least a little embarrassed but then, knowing Evan, that wasn't a sure thing. The TV screen was cycling through images of naked teenage boys. A few years before I'd discovered that there were movies of Peter Glawson, an adorably cute young naturist boy model from the early seventies who still had a huge cult following thirty years later. There was nothing erotic about the images, no erections, no compromising positions other than the typical play that boys engage in dressed or undressed. They were perfectly legal at the time and still were, the difference being that you couldn't just buy them over the counter any longer. The images that Evan was viewing were from a collection titled naked boyhood and the set of images that were cycling through were of the incredibly cute Billy Marshall. Another fairly famous boy model from the era Billy was like Evan, a small boy in beginning stages of puberty, only farther along. His boyhood charms were still somewhat small and the patch of pitch black hairs that was restricted to the base of cock was just started to get some curl. On the bed, not ten feet from where I stood, Evan sat propped up against the wall. He was naked, his legs were splayed out and he was stroking and playing with rock hard young cock as well as his balls as he watched the TV screen with rapt attention. My dick went full on rock hard in seconds as I watched the boy going through the motions that every boy had since the world began. He stopped for a moment and reached over to pick something up then poured what appeared to be lube on his cock head then put the bottle back on the bed. He then wrapped his fist around the swollen slippery head and stroked down onto the stiff shaft and back up again. His smooth face dissolved into an expression of pure ecstasy as he used one hand to press the flesh of his pubic bone flat and the other to masturbate. I could hear the boy moan softly as he slid his hand back and forth over the ultra sensitive flesh of his cock head. It only took about four passes before his head rolled back, his hand moved faster and his slender, naked young body went through the throes of a dry orgasm. And man oh man did he shake. I pulled my own hard cock out and stroked it rapidly and as Evan's body slowed down, mine gave up eight jets of thick gooey sperm onto the floor against the wall. I hadn't cum for about a week. Evan stopped, his head rested back against the wall, and he continued to play with his cock, gently squeezing and rubbing the head, and tugging on his balls. I moved away from the door and padded into the kitchen where I stood panting in the afterglow of my own powerful orgasm. I leaned against the corner and kept on nursing my cock as it poked out over the waistband of my underwear. That had been the most intense scene that I'd experienced for some time. The boy was hot and watching him love himself had been hot as all hell. I reflected on the fact that he'd been watching boy images but ruled out the gay thing. I figured that just about any nudity at his age was stimulating and hey, many boys his age got a little nauseous at the sight of naked females. They just weren't there yet. Regardless, my little pixie boy was seriously sexual, and not so little any more. And I was looking forward to having his sexual awakening be more interactive. My breathing and my dick returned to their default states, I cleaned the seeping residue from my cock then went about getting my meds and making a little bit of noise in the process. I wanted to give Evan time to turn off the TV and feign sleep in the event that he felt the need to do so. I didn't want him to know that I'd witnessed his show figuring that if he wanted me to know, or didn't care if I'd seen him he'd let me know in his own inimitable way. As I'd figured the TV was off and room was dark when I made my way back to my room. I went through the same wakeup procedure the next morning, noticing Evan's boxers on the floor again. In the bathroom there was a repeat of the previous morning's activities, the boy holding his hard cock over the waistband of his underwear, pointed downward and directing his thin yellow stream into the bowl with force. "Boy my muscles are sore this morning Greg," he said after letting his boner snap back into place against his flat belly and rolling his shoulders for emphasis. I nodded my head in understanding, we'd worked hard the day before so answered his statement. "Well perhaps we should consider the hot tub tonight but for right now a steaming hot shower might help." He nodded his head then dropped his boxer's right where he stood, his cock poking straight out from his slender body as it slowly wilted after his morning piss. Of course he gave it a little squeeze as he turned and went through the procedure of turning the water on and I left the room. The day went much as the day before had with a great deal of rock moving and dirt shoveling. We made good progress, as had the carpenters who finished the drywall and the tile guy who made it half way through completing all the bathroom work including my multi headed shower area. The room was just about ready for paint and with any luck I'd spend my first night in there within the next two days. I had a brief vision of Evan sharing that experience with me. Another pre dinner swim went just about the same way as the day before including hugging me as we walked back toward the house and the Ribs I'd had slow cooking for much of the day. "How come you don't skinny dip with me Greg?" Evan asked. "I know its hard keeping your underwear on." "I dunno Ev I guess maybe it's cuz your older now and its kind of frowned upon in our society. It's seen by many people as a grooming technique used by pedophiles. Of course being gay only makes that perception worse." "So. I seen you naked before and who would know anyway?" As a little boy he had indeed seen me naked but it had been a few years. "Besides I know you'd never try to do anything with me." He paused then added, "Less I wanted you too. Which reminds me, did you think more about what I asked you about yesterday?" "Yes Evan I did." I waited and of course he responded with a predictable "well". "I guess we might be able to come to some agreement about that. I'm just not sure how to go about it. I mean, I'm not comfortable just dropping our clothes and going at it, whatever "at it" means." Evan laughed, his high melodic voice most definitely pleasing to my ears. "I know; me too. It would be kinda weird. We'll figure it out Greg; I know we will," and he hugged me. We figured it out in the hot tub later that evening as the sun blessed us with a glorious setting, after a grand meal of stir fried vegetables and chicken with bread pudding for dessert and yet another hour of practice at the piano. A few minutes after the last note died he approached me where I was sitting and reading on the back porch. "Can I get in the hot tub Greg?" he asked. When I responded with an of course you can he asked if I was going to get in too. I nodded my head. I needed to heat out the soreness accumulated after two days of manual labor. I got up and walked over to the tub and removed the heavy cover then turned the jets on while Evan got undressed. Once again I admired his lithe young body; its smooth taut skin, and of course, all that made him a boy. His cock was hanging nicely, his balls somewhere in between being kept in a tight bag and dropping to their full length. The hot tub would finish that process after less a minute's submersion. Evan climbed in and I admired his butt once again, the creamy pale orbs pressing outward from his back, the core of him hidden by the slightly darker skin of his crack. I felt myself stir at the sight of him while wondering if this was going to be it. Evan sat, sighed heavily then watched intently as I removed my clothes. Down to my boxers I debated whether to remove them or not and decided that I was going to have to be naked in front of the boy at some point or another so it may as well be now, in the glow of a sky that shot various colors of pinks and purples across the panorama of a wide open sky. I slid my boxers down and stepped up into the tub. "You seem bigger than the last time I saw you Greg. Is your cock still growin?" the boy asked as he all but stared unashamedly at my stuff. Of course I hadn't grown at all; I was still the same six and seven eights inches long. Decent sized balls hung loosely, one lower than the other, between smooth thighs. I told him that I'd finished my growing by the time I was sixteen. "You got a pretty nice body ya know that?" he commented as I settled into the hot water and relaxed back. The boy was right; I did have a nice body for a guy in his late forties. I'd been blessed with a high metabolism, good eating and exercise habits and great genes. I looked and passed for something easily ten year younger than I was. "Do you like, shave down there?" he asked and I explained that I did and why which prompted the question about if I was seeing anybody now, the answer being no and not since I'd moved out there to the country. I was busy. "Don't you sorta miss being with someone, doing stuff with another guy?" he asked in all innocence. I nodded my head and said that I did but sometimes, well, one had to do what one had to do and the farm was taking a lot of my time. "Well you always got me," he said with a mischievous grin. His hands were sort of busy under the water then he said, "Hey I bet my balls are hanging down now," and with that he stood up and we both looked. His cock was about half way hard and he held it up out of the way in order for the both of us to see what he was talking about. Indeed, the little sperm makers were hanging about as low as the smooth hairless skin of his sac would allow. "Are your balls hanging lower too Greg?" he asked as he stood there, his cock seeming to continue to grow and harden. "Most likely," said and without waiting for him to ask to see, which I knew darn well he would, I stood up and we both looked down. Indeed my sac was also stretched out as far as it could go. "It even looks like your cock looks different, like it's fatter or longer or something." Of course it was, heat does that, every male in the history of man knew that. Looking down at Evan's almost fully engorged cock I decided to move ahead a little bit, give the boy an option. "Well yours looks a whole lot different," said nodding toward the raging twelve year old boner. He looked down then did the inevitable male response and grasped onto the rampant penis and squeezed it a couple of time. "Yeah, it's kinda sexy feeling like this, being naked and stuff and not having to worry about being seen or nothing." I nodded my head. "I was a boy once too Ev so been there felt that way and done that." He smiled. "Do you still get that way Greg, the sexy feelings so strong you can't stand it?" I smiled back and nodded my head, "Yeah, I do," and looked down, for my cock was filling with blood as well, albeit not nearly as quickly as the hot little twelve year old standing before me had. He continued to fondle and stroke his stiff cock. "You said been there and done that. Done what Greg?" The lust was building, I could hear it in his voice and while he may not have done it intentionally the adorable young boy stroked himself a couple extra times as though giving me the prompt to go there. "Pretty much what we're starting to do now sweetie," I said. "I can't help it Greg, sometimes I just have to or I feel like my balls will explode." Like right now," he finished softly as his other hand slipped down and rested on his smooth inner thigh, his fingers caught between the thigh and his young balls. My cock had reached full tumescence, the swollen head now almost seven inches away from where my sac began. I nodded my head in understanding. "Go ahead if you need too Evan, its okay," I said quietly, and my hands went to the same place his were except on my body although I would have rather had them on his. "Will you do it with me Greg? Please. I'd feel stupid doing it by myself." In answer I began to stroke my cock. Evan and I were standing within grasping distance of each other and as I was considering taking the lead and asking if I could touch him, or just plain doing it, he said, "Wanna do each other." He was looking in my eyes when he said it so I nodded my head and reached out. I grasped onto his rigid flesh as soon as he let go. I squeezed him firmly causing the boy to gasp out loud and a second later he took hold of my cock. He stepped in close to me and directed my cock head toward his, a little game that most boys play at some point during that type of experience. I followed his lead and our dick heads got to know each other a little bit and mine shared it's precum with him. That didn't go unnoticed and Evan used a finger from his other hand to poke at my slit then come away and rubbing another finger against the spermy one to test its viscosity. "So that's what sperm feels like he said." "Kind of," I answered then went on to the lecture about the difference between precum and cum. "I'm gonna cum really quick Greg. Your hand on my cock feels so, so good." I was using the thumb and two finger technique on the boy and went a little faster, holding him a little tighter. In return Evan picked up speed and grip on my cock as well. I reached down and took hold of his warm smooth balls and gently squeezed and then tugged on them. "Oh shit Greg," he whispered and then his little body began to shake and he cried out, his melodic voice sounding much like a girl. His knees went weak and he started to drop so I quickly moved next to him and held up as he went through the throes of a powerful orgasm. I adjusted my grip and continued to jack him off in the hopes of helping him experience the best feelings he'd ever felt in his twelve year old life. About fifteen seconds or more later he finally settled down to heaving breathing, his taut little belly moving in and out rapidly. "Gosh I can hardly stand," he said then turned into me and hugged me, our stiff cocks pressed between our bellies. I hugged him back, a hand running up and down his smooth back and feeling the growing muscle of a young boy on the verge of young adulthood. I went further down and rubbed his butt, reveling in the feeling of the firm orbs, and squeezing him. "Mmmm, this feels good," he said against my chest. I mumbled my agreement for indeed it did. We stayed like for a moment then Evan moved away from me. "What about you Greg, are you gonna cum too?" When I asked if that was what he wanted his answer was to stand in front of me, take hold of my cock and return to jacking me off. I knew it would mostly likely take a while so reached out and took hold of Evan again. I squeezed on his cock, played with his balls, tickled the underside of his sac and slid a finger back along his perineum toward the core of him none of which the boy objected to and in fact he moved one farther open as he moaned slightly. My contact with Evan helped bring my own sperming on much fast than I would have anticipated. "It's almost there Ev," I finally said, "hold me tighter." I hear the lust in my voice as my balls started to tingle, the butterflies in my belly started going nuts and my breathing deepened. "Yeah Ev, here it goes, I'm there, I'm.." My dick thickened and cum roared up through my urethra and blasted out the end of my dick like the first gush from a fire hose, splattering Evan's stomach. To his credit Evan didn't miss a beat, so to speak, but kept on jacking me off and I kept on spurting warm sperm onto the boy, creating a whitewash of cum on his lower belly, his cock, his upper thigh. It wasn't until the sixth pulse that it slowed to the oozing phase but even then the stuff came out in globs. It was then that Evan spoke. "Holy moly Greg that's a lot of cum." I have my moments where I experience great cum shots or a copious amount of liquid and this was one of those times. I'd dumped quite a bit of sperm on the boy and it was beginning to run, dripping further down his smooth body. "Should I just dunk in here and get it off?" he asked as he let go of me. "Sure, in fact if you lower your belly down in front of one of the jets and it'll be like a power wash." Evan turned from me, giving up a lovely view of his tiny butt as he moved to kneel on the seat. It only took a second for him to discover the intense feelings that the forced air and water made on his still hard and sensitive cock. Evan moaned loudly in response. "Oh man that feels good." I told him I understood and recommended that after he was done with the front he might turn around and direct the water to his butt. He did as I suggested and in less time than it takes to tell about it his face dissolved into an expression of pleasure. He reached behind and pulled open a butt cheek to better get the pressure and his knees sagged slightly. He moved his butt around then gave out a squeal and stood up, his boner standing proudly in front of him. He took hold of the smooth low hanging balls and said. "Oh man it's really sensitive under my balls Greg. I can hardly stand it." I nodded my head in appreciation. He finally stood upright, his boyhood charms still raging hard and almost quivering in its rigid attention. Evan looked down at himself, squeezed and stroked his cock. "I can't believe it's still so hard Greg. Is yours like this too?" I nodded my head and stood up, much as I had a few minutes earlier, to expose my own still fully engorged dick. Normally I would have softened after ejaculation; I wasn't a teenager or even a young man anymore. But being with Evan, knowing how intense the feelings were that he was experiencing, seeing his naked young body in the throes of sexual stimulation and knowing that there was more to come all conspired to keep me fully tumescent. I wasn't complaining. "Can we like, get out and go in the house Greg?" He asked. I nodded my head and my cock throbbed. I knew that this was going to be the "do more stuff together" that Evan had referred to the day before and I knew that meant that more likely than not I was going to give him some "hands on" lessons. We got out and grabbed towels and went about drying ourselves off then went into the house and, the bedroom being a playground of choice, I headed that way. We climbed on the queen sized bed and lay facing each other. "You asked me if we could do stuff together Evan. Is there something that you'd like to try now that we've broken the ice?" He thought for a moment then said there was but." and didn't finish the statement. "How about this then? How about if you relax and I do some easy stuff with you?" He nodded his head and rolled onto his back, his boner sticking up in the air, his hands at his sides, eyes closed. I moved in close to him and put my hand on his thigh and he automatically moved his other leg out to give me access to whatever I wanted. I moved my fingers to his inner thigh and slid them upward toward his soft smooth sperm makers, the bag still hanging nicely below his rigid boner. I keep moving, my finger pressed against his inner thigh as I slid between it and his smooth balls, through the deep crease of his thigh and pubic bone and up onto his taut belly. I was on my elbow, looking down onto him as I rubbed him, watching the play of emotions across his cute smooth face. I kept moving, found a small brown nipple and gently rubbed it, making it hard. I lowered my head and licked at the little nub then put my mouth over it and suckled. Evan gasped and his right hand went to my head and held it as I nursed on him for the first time in his young life. My hand continue to roam, moving downward until my finger tips touched his newly grown hairs and then the hard flesh at the base of his boyhood pride and joy. His cock was so hard and sticking up far enough in the air that it didn't touch the back of my hand. Using the thumb of that hand I pushed the raging little pole into the air then wrapped my fingers around his tender balls earning another gasp. I left his nipple and licked on downward, soaking his outtie belly button then going for the gold. I raised my head, opened my hungry mouth and lowered my head back down and closed, fully engulphing Evan's swollen red cock head. I let my tongue roam all over the silky flesh, exploring his small slit and the rim of the head before changing a little direction and working at the sensitive underside. Evan moved his slender hips in the air as his body and brain worked to assimilate totally the feelings, feelings he'd only dreamed about. I lowered my head further and took all of him into my mouth and throat and he emitted and "oh god." As I said, I've never harbored any sexual desires for Evan but as I tasted him I found him to be the sweetest cock I'd had in ages. I tugged on his smooth soft balls as I suckled him and it wasn't long before his breathing moved into the panting stage and it wasn't long afterwards that he screamed out once again and his body went through another powerful dry orgasm. I kept sucking him until he squealed and giggled and used his hand to push my head off of his cock. He lay there with eyes closed, a satisfied smile on his face, his taut belly heaving from his cumming. I just stayed on my elbow looking down at him. Evan was as a desirable boy as I'd ever seen in the thousands of images found on the internet. It didn't take a lot of brain power to come to the conclusion that I would take this adorable boy wherever he wanted to go, no holds barred. Evan finally opened his eyes and looked up at me. "That was incredible Greg, thank you." He surprised me by rolling into me and hugging me tightly, making sure that his still hard young cock was pressed against my own fully engorged appendage. I held him in return, running my hand up and down his smooth back and onto the glorious orbs of his slender, boy-ish butt. We huggled and snuggled for a few minutes then Evan snaked his hand between us and took hold of my cock. we both moved our bodies slightly in order for the boy to do what he wanted to do. "I love how your cock feels in my hand Greg. It's so hard but soft, and warm. Does my cock feel like that to you too?" I assured him that it did. He slowly stroked on me, his head still against my chest. Finally he said, "I'd like to try and suck on you too. Can I try it Greg, will you show me how to do it?" Like the boy had to ask or that I would care, right? He rolled away from me and I showed him how to cover his teeth. He pushed me onto my back then moved down on the bed so that his pretty little face was right where he needed it. Evan took a few moments to explore, first with his eyes and then with his hand. He cupped my medium sized balls, hefting then squeezing gently on the eggs. He slid upward and took hold of my cock and held it upright and stroked me a few times. "Do you always have so much precum too Greg? Your dick head looks all wet and shiny. It wouldn't do but the boy had to put his fingers in the clear gooey stuff and of course sniff it then taste it; pretty typical boy behavior. "I'm gonna try it now, okay?" he asked in his melodic voice. I told him whenever he was ready. Evan lay his head close to my belly and lowered my cock then moved forward. I couldn't see well because his head was blocking my view but I was able to keep my eyes on his delicious little ass, which is where my hand went. I felt the warmth of his mouth as it closed down over my swollen cock head and moaned softly at the feelings. He held onto my cock as he worked to take an inch or two of the shaft inside his mouth then moved his head back and forth. It was his first blow job so I didn't expect much but it was Evan so that made it all good. I didn't expect it to last long either and it didn't; his small getting sore pretty fast. "I can't do it for very long Greg cuz my mouth gets sore," he said. I told him I understood and that it was one of those things that took practice. He got a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Does that mean we're gonna keep practicing till I go home?" I smiled at the boy and told him that it was entirely up to him but that I'd be more than willing to be his practice dummy. Evan laughed loudly at that then told me he'd love for me to be his practice dummy. He then turned back around and went to work again, trying for a little more cock in his small mouth until he choked. He backed off and sat up, hitting his chest and coughing, tears coming out if his pretty green eyes. I explained the idea of taking it slowly and he nodded his head. "I don't think I can do anymore sucking stuff for now Greg," he said between coughs. I agreed with him then began stoking my cock. I wasn't all that interested in an orgasm but spending time with Evan got me pretty hotted up and I knew that my erection, even at my advanced age, wasn't go to go away anytime soon without help. So Evan watched as I jacked. I asked if he minded if I played with his stuff while I did it and his answer was to put his cock within striking distance of my hand. I fondled and stroked, played with his smooth nuts and generally got him all worked up again. He asked if I wanted to suck on his cock again while I jacked off, which seemed like a splendid idea. I propped myself up with a couple of pillows and Evan straddled my chest and presented his stone hard twelve year old cock for my mouth. He wasted no time getting into me and I wasted no time bringing the boy up to where I was rapidly going. I suckled his stiff cock, still amazed that I was even doing it, and tugged on the bag of soon to be sperm makers that hung between his smooth thighs. "I'm gonna cum soon E if you want to watch." He shook his head and in a deep lust filled voice told me that he wanted to cum again too. A few minutes later I felt the familiar tingling in my body and the breathing signs in Evan's. He held onto my head as he fucked his boner into my mouth and then I was there. I felt my cock swell then the first spurt of cum as it hit my belly. Evan cried out as he too came, shaking and quaking as I held onto his slim little ass to help keep him in place. Having an orgasm while you have a cute young boy's cock in your mouth and he's cumming too well, it just don't get a whole lot better than that. Well, it does but hey that was our first time together. After dumping a good six to seven jets of sperm onto my stomach things slowed down. Evan's cock got way to sensitive for my sucking and he pulled away then lay down next to me and watched me continue to love myself slowly. "Man you make a lot of stuff Greg, I can't get over it." I agreed with him, I had my moments. The feelings finally died off and I slipped off of the bed to grab a piece of dirty laundry and clean the mess from my belly. "I think I'm ready to hit the hay Evan, what do you think?" His answer was a huge yawn then he asked if he could just sleep with me for the rest of the time he was with me. I saw no reason not to allow the boy his wish. Besides, who knew where this was going to go. I could hope but I couldn't really tell. I got up and went through the house turning off lights and the like. I made sure that Caboto had food and water, set the coffee pot up for the morning, then trudged back down the hall to find Evan sound asleep in my bed. I turned off the light and crawled in next to the boy and gazed at him, the light from the moon providing the perfect amount of light. He looked more like a pixie boy in sleep than he did awake. This looked to be an interesting month.