Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2007 15:36:56 -0800 (PST) From: Jeff Spencer Subject: Pool Boy (M/b, oral) This story may involve descriptions of a sexual encounter between a man and a boy. Be warned, and do not read if reading this type of story is illegal for you. It IS fiction. If you like it, drop me a line at JeffSpencer69@yahoo.com. Please contribute some money to Nifty if you enjoy this and other works posted there. You can also find many the following VERY HOT stories by `Jeff Spencer' listed under `Prolific Internet Authors' at Nifty: * All Cats are Grey * Blue Eyed Accident * Boy Beach * Chris and Terry's Neighborly Adventure * Clash of Cultures * Dream * Jeff Comes Out * Jiffee Lube * Justin's Story * Lick It or Ticket * Locker Room Lovers * Loving Ryan and Chris * Me and Bobby McKee * Meeting Timmy * Pleasure Island * Queer Factor * Tony and Me * Weekend at B.A.'s * Writer's Block * You and I at the Arcade * Your Dream ================================== Pool Boy I had built my import-export business by adroitly using connections back in the country of my birth, Cuba, and trading with countries which, while perhaps not sympathetic to its vicious dictator, were at least willing to recognize that the people of Cuba still needed to trade for the necessities of life. And here I was at age 39, the CEO of a globally known company, trading all over the world, not just with my beloved Cuba. My name is Adam Ramos. Because I have assiduously searched for, and paid well, the very best to run my company, I can lead a life of leisure at a relatively young age, while my associates make wheelbarrows full of money for me every day. I was relaxing by the pool set well away from my modest little six bedroom house, located on a cliff overlooking the Pacific in Southern California. The pool was not visible from the house, owing to the lushly equipped cabana that blocks the view, giving me all the luxuries I would expect, as well as the privacy I demand. It was about 11 am on a warm summer's day, and I was dozing, considering whether we should expand our trade with China. I find that some of my best thinking comes when I set aside business, and just play, or relax. I was between boyfriends at the time. A gay millionaire certainly gets his share of ass, and I am not ashamed that I was attractive enough that I could attract most men who were inclined as I am. A full head of jet black hair, even, white teeth, a smooth, light-skinned complexion - most people took me for an Anglo. It's for certain that my speech would not give me away. I had been away from Cuba long enough that I had lost any traces of an accent, as I had fled with my parents at the age of 6. Not that I'm ashamed of my heritage - I do not hide the fact that I am hispanic, but neither do I flaunt it. We are what we are. Anyway, I had no playmates, and I was somewhat horny, which I hope explains my actions. The sun was hot on my speedo, my crotch feeling too much the sun's warmth, so that I squirmed to keep the hot fabric from burning my cock. It is a battering ram of which I am not unduly proud, 9" long and of moderate thickness, circumcised and with a dark purple, quite fat head. The piss slit is large, which I like to think allows my jizz to jet deep inside my lovers' ass or mouth. My balls are large and heavy, full of sperm to fuel my fire hose of a cock. Please do not think I am boasting, it is only that I am slave to the truth, whether biased by my views or not! As I lay in the sun, debating whether I should move to the shade, I heard a clatter at the rustic wooden gate in the privacy fence around the pool and cabana. I looked over to see a young boy, 5' tall, 100 pounds, with long blond hair over his ears and the back of his neck, with a hank or two over one of his sparkling blue eyes. He was wearing a blue tee shirt a little bit too small, riding up at his waist, revealing his cute little navel with each movement. The shirt was splotched by bleach stains, revealing its age and use. Besides the shirt, he was wearing cutoffs, old, faded jeans that someone had cut into a pair of shorts, the denim fabric frayed at the edges and long strings of white thread hanging down his thighs. The inseam had split, and the cutoffs were slowly splitting up the inside of his thighs. Apparently, the fine hand of a woman had not been involved in the conversion of jeans into shorts - I remembered the same thing happening to me as a boy when I'd cut down my old jeans. The boy had his hands full of 5-gallon buckets, containing chemicals and brush heads, and a long, long pole (no, not there!) He worked his way through the gate, dropping various things as he tried to turn and close the gate. The pool boy had arrived! I had seen him before, and talked to him many times. His name was Ryan Summers, and he was probably the cutest 14 year old boy I had ever seen. He was a bright, engaging boy, and honestly, I found him quite attractive and would love to fuck him, if it were something that he would like to do. His circumstances were not the best. He worked for his uncle, as his parents had died, and his uncle didn't seem to treat him very well. The uncle would drive his various pool boys around, latino boys he'd trained and his nephew, drop them off at client pools, then pick them up later. I don't know about the latino boys, but he seemed to pay my pool boy, Ryan, almost slave wages, and then charge him for room and board! "Hi, Mister Ramos!" Ryan called out cheerfully from the far side of the pool. His white teeth gleamed beautifully in the warm sunlight, his tan, slim arm waving at me. Comically, he dropped a bucket as he did it. "Hi, Ryan," I called back, admiring his slim body. Today would be an idle, visual treat for me, gazing on his slim thighs and calves, beautiful bubble butt, and smooth, straight back and shoulders, as he worked. Perhaps he'd get hot enough to take off his tee shirt, as he'd done several times before. His skin under the shirt was a creamy pale, tanned only where the shirt didn't cover his beautiful body. His muscles were beginning to develop as he grew into manhood, and the workouts he was receiving straining leaves from pools. His nipples, as I recalled, were a dark pink, small and mouth watering. Ah, if only! Perhaps this time he'd take advantage of my standing offer, and jump in the pool to cool off, wetting his rag tag cutoffs to better reveal his endowments. Even better, perhaps he'd strip to undershorts, or completely naked, to use the pool, as I had often fantasized. Sadly, he had not done so yet. Still, a man can dream, yes? Ryan set to work, going over to the pump and filter, and fiddling and fussing with things there, shutting off, then restarting the pump several times, then cleaning out the filter, and oiling various moving parts. I thought how nice it would be to oil HIS moving parts, and my cock grew inside my already tight bathing suit. I squirmed to make a little more room for it, and as I looked up I saw his eyes on me, then he quickly looked away as though embarrassed at being caught staring. He continued adjusting the pump and filter, then bent over to put the lid back on the filter, his sweet young ass facing towards me, his round, full bottom straining the cutoffs and causing my dick to strain itself against the fabric of my swimsuit. "Madre de Dios!" I exclaimed under my breath at the sight. Ryan's ass looked absolutely juicy, even through the frayed blue fabric. Had he been a boyfriend of mine, I would have rushed over to kiss that marvelous, perfect boy bottom. Instead, I groaned quietly, my hand brushing over my cock, the fabric almost painfully taut over it. To my surprise, Ryan raised up, and stripping off his shirt in a slow, sexy manner, walked directly over to where I was seated! "Hi, Mister Ramos," he said again. "I wanted to let you know there's a problem with the gasket on the hair trap on your filter." While he said this, his eyes were on my crotch, and I could see them widen as the shape and length of my penis was very apparent as it lay next to my right thigh. I didn't want to scare him, but I was uncomfortable in my current position, and shifted my legs and butt, causing my dick to accidentally push out my swimsuit further. Finally, I slid my hand over my uncooperative cock, to remove it as the centerpiece of our conversation. I might enjoy having a young boy suck it, but that didn't mean I would crudely wave it in his face as a method of seduction! Unless he wanted it.... "Um, what's a hair trap?" I asked. His eyes slowly raised up from my crotch, to focus on my face. His eyes were so splendidly blue and guileless, clear and deep. "Well, I could show you..." he said, turning to face back to the mechanism, leaving me to look at his carelessly tousled blond hair, slightly matted from his perspiration. Normally, I'd have little to no interest in such things as pool filters, but I was enjoying spending time with the boy. My eyes weren't on the pump, but rather on a closer goal. His slim legs were partly turned, his left leg more than his right, the sun glinting off the fine, downy hairs on the front of his thighs, hairs that were otherwise imperceptible. The smooth curves of the muscles underlying his thigh, and the swell of his calf, the way that his left foot balanced on tiptoe, the right foot solidly planted, all I found enchanting and quite beautiful. The swell of his left butt cheek separated slightly from the right, bringing visions to my imagination of a nude Ryan boldly separating his round bubble butt to show me his undoubtedly pink, tight hole. His left cheek uplifted slightly, emphasizing its perfect roundness. My cock stiffened more at the imagined sight. I had an additional vision of a naked Ryan looking back to me, over his smooth, creamy shoulder, his lips parting slightly as his eyes widened, his desire overcoming his shyness, his hard, pink cock coming into view....no, no, no! I must not think that way! "Okay, show me," I said, returning to the issue of the pool filter. "I'd like to learn." He strode off, muscled boy leg muscles contracting and stretching, boy ass round and firm, moving for my entertainment and pleasure. I followed him, and when we got to the filter, he squatted down, and removed a clear glass cover from a small, pot like piece connected by pipes to the filter. His light blond hair was tousled, and I watched the thick whorls moving in the slight breeze, the ends brushing over his neck and ears, as he continually and absently brushed it away from his azure eyes, his eyebrows a darker shade. I idly wondered if he bleached his hair. His shoulders were creamy and smooth, the bones of his shoulder blades covered by a thin layer of muscle and skin, giving him definition, and a wonderfully appealing small boy look. His chest was hairless, only slightly downy with the same fine hairs as were found on his thighs. His nipples were small and pink, and lay flat. His thighs were tensed as he squatted, the torn denim straining, stray hem threads bursting from the stress. I fantasized all the threads holding his cutoffs bursting, and the shorts falling to the ground, exposing more of his lovely boy body. Sadly, that didn't happen. "See, this rubber ring here is the gasket, it's starting to fall apart. I can have my uncle bring a new one if you like..." he said. "Sure, if you think it needs it," I said, smiling down at him. He looked pleased to be given the responsibility to make such an important decision. He stood up, smiled sleepily at me, then his eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed in front of me. I jumped to catch him, and caught him in my arms before he hit the ground. I had no idea what had happened, but carried him in my arms into the cabana to get him out of the sun, and lay him on the futon. He immediately began to come around. "Wha' happened?" he mumbled groggily. "You collapsed out there. One second you were talking to me, the next you were falling," I said. "Oh, gosh, that happens sometimes. I think it's low blood pressure, and I'm kinda hungry. Uncle Mike says we need to build a hunger for dinner, and doesn't feed us much during the day, plus he says we can't afford for me to go to the doctor to see what it might be." "My guess would be low blood sugar, combined with your blood pressure, and the hot sun. You just rest there, and I'll get you some lemonade." I had a bottle in the refrigerator and moved to pour him some. "Thanks, Mister Ramos," he said, gratefully. "Call me Adam," I said. "Adam, then." He smiled so prettily, my heart skipped a beat. As I returned with the glass of ice and lemonade, I noticed that his shorts had ripped further, and now the split went all the way up the right leg to the waist. His white undershorts, tighty whities, were fully exposed, and his dick formed a moderately long cylindrical shape pointing towards his navel, and his balls pushed out at the bottom. He noticed my eyes on his cock as I handed him the glass. "Oh, gosh, I'm sorry," he gushed, trying to pull the shorts back together. "I think your shorts have had it, Ryan," I grinned. "Besides, you're not the first male I've seen in his underpants." "But I've got a problem keeping it to behave," Ryan said seriously. "It gets hard when I think about...things." "You mean, girls?" I asked. "Used to, but now, uh, when I see a nice looking man, it does it too. Um, does that happen to you?" Now, I had never made a secret of my gayness, and Ryan had caught me once or twice kissing a boyfriend out by the pool, though I certainly never flaunted it before him. "Ryan, you know I'm gay," I said. "Of course it does." I wondered where he was going with this. "Well, I was thinking if looking at guys made YOUR dick get hard, and you're gay, and if looking at guys made MY dick hard, did that mean I was gay, too?" he asked. "I'm not an expert on that, Ryan. I think people can be attracted to a lot of people," I said. "What if my dick gets hard when I look at you?" he said softly. It was an unspoken agreement between us that made me lean down to him, my face next to his, and bring our lips together. I could taste a faint trace of lemon and sugar on his lips, part sweetness from the drink and part from the boy himself. He sighed softly, then his left hand went to the back of my neck to pull me closer. I could feel the warmth of his sun-kissed face, freckled and fresh, next to mine, my light stubble roughly scraping his tender cheek. His left hand still on my neck, lightly pulling me into him, his right hand went to lay against my cheek, feeling the rough feel of my unshaven cheek, so different from his. Our lips parted, his breath racing across my face, hot and moist, and his tongue shyly brushed over my lower lip. I pressed my own tongue in over his, the slick underside of my tongue on his rough pink, my tongue caressing the inside of his mouth as he salivated with excitement. "Ohh," he moaned, his breath racing faster, his excitement growing. My right hand went to his shoulder, smooth, hot, tanned boy skin, then down his back over his side, his muscles tight, then relaxing from my touch, a sweet caress, man to boy. My other hand fell into his lap, his torn shorts little obstacle to my searching fingers. My fingers felt through the worn denim and thin cotton underpants, to grasp the long cylinder of hard boy flesh, a stiff column of the excitement bursting from the 14 year old beauty. He squirmed under my fingers, his body melting into mine. "Yessss," he sighed, into my ear as his lips left mine, wet, hot mouth traveling over my lightly bearded cheek to my ear, his tongue darting inside me there. My cock sprung up, hard and hungry, as his wet, squirming tongue penetrated inside my ear, a wet, agile dick fucking me in a most unusual location. I growled with pleasure and need. Both of my hands were at his waist now, and I grasped the weak fabric, then jerked it down off his slim hips, the cutoffs ripping in two, the underpants slipping off him and revealing his sweet nakedness. His boy cock sprung up, no longer confined by his underpants, which were quickly working their way down his legs, with the help of both of us, and I moved my face away from his to contemplate his young manhood. His eyes were closed, a position I found sweet, and I quickly kissed his eyelids, which made him giggle, then bent down, my face inches above his now naked crotch, to take in the sight of his shaft. The head of his boy dick was plump and round, a dark red, and his piss slit was small and still clear inside, just beginning to glisten with his excitement. As I watched, a small pearl of clear, thick liquid welled up inside the opening, as his cock was circumcised, and lacked a foreskin. The shaft was about 5" long and moderately thick, with just a slight curve to the left. The skin of his column was a mottled pink, with a brown line running down the underside, where I could see his heart beat pulsing in the vein, and making it so firm with his life's blood. Where his shaft met his groin, he had a small, dark patch of coiled pubic hair, confirming that he had either bleached his hair, or the sun had. A musky, boy fresh fragrance, rich with male sweat, drifted up from his crotch to my nostrils, and as he involuntarily moved his hips, I could see small beads of perspiration where his nut sack pressed against his thighs. I wanted to lick the thin, delicious fluid. I wanted to taste all of the fluids from his delightfully delicious boy body. His balls were hidden in his tight nut sack, sparsely covered with just a few hairs, lighter than those above his cock. His cock waggled slightly at me, as he shifted once again, his bare bottom resting on the futon cushion. His slim thighs were spread slightly, allowing one ball to rest lower than the other, a small patch of pinkish brown skin visible, leading to the secret delights between his young ass globes. His lips made a small mew, pursing together, then pouting, expressing impatience at the speed of his seduction. "Have you ever had your cock kissed, Ryan?" I asked him curiously, as his behavior was a mixture of naive and seductive. "I've dreamed about it for so long," he confessed. "I never had the nerve to get naked with another boy, and from the first time I saw you, I've dreamt about what it would be like..." His look was pleading. "Are you going to kiss this?" he asked, his fingers touching the underside of his erect shaft. "Oh yes," I said, then lowering my lips over the swollen head of his boyish penis, the heat and width of his hot cock head feeling so right in my mouth. I held it there, just the head, and swirled my tongue softly around the flushed, red corona, alternating the rough top of my tongue with the smooth underside, then poking the tip of my tongue into his dark red and leaking piss slit. A faint salty taste tantalized my tongue. Then I began swallowing his cock, my wet and warm lips sliding down the pink shaft, feeling his velvety skin, and his pulsing heartbeat. It excited me to know that his rapid pulse was due to my ministrations. His smell was fresh, musky and with just a hint of boy sweat, his lovely groin hot and beginning to perspire in the joints between his thighs and groin. I slipped my mouth further down on his erect dick, his groans of pleasure like music to me. "Oh, man, god, your mouth feels like, like, I dunno, but it feels REALLY good," he moaned, his fingers already entangled in my curly black hair. I pulled away from his shaft, sliding my lips upward on the sexy, pulsing pillar, but keeping the plump head still in my mouth, pressing it rhythmically with my lips. "Fuck, suck my cock, it feels so great!" he said, louder this time, his hips beginning to move beneath me, thrusting upwards while rotating in a circle. I so wanted to explore his beautiful young body. I slid my right hand between his slim, creamy thighs, and he spread them in response, giving me greater access to the heat and velvet between his legs. My fingertips caressed his pink, hairless ball sack, the wrinkled flesh pulled tight, as his young balls were already prepared to shoot his load of sweet boy cream. I tickled him there, as he exclaimed, "God!", and I smiled as my mouth descended again on his hot shaft, now speeding up my blow job. My right hand proceeded deeper between his legs, the heat greater there, until my fingertips contacted the thicker flesh between the bottom of his ball sack and his anus. I stroked it with my fingertips, and he reacted as I expected - he lifted up his thighs to give me greater access and visibility. His lovely, white ass globes separated as his hips canted upwards, thighs pressed to his stomach, and the deep, dark cleft between his cheeks widened, a light brown band of flesh differentiating it from the pale skin of his perfectly round ass. The creamy skin of his globes, and the promise- filled valley between them, was hairless. His globes were perfectly smooth and unblemished, the brown band between them rougher, and in the very center of the brown, lay his anal pucker. The most beautiful boy pussy I had ever seen, a dark brown puckered oval, pouting before me, alternately opening and closing, as though hungry for some unknown repast, but I thought I would be dining on it first! As his ass hole opened briefly, I could see a glimpse of light pink gleaming liquidly, his clean rectum inviting my mouth to kiss and lick him there. Immediately, I switched my mouth on his cock, with my hand, gently grasping and stroking his young, hot cock, while my mouth went to investigate his anal opening. "Ryan, your pussy is so beautiful," I crooned. "Your hole is so fresh, and clean and inviting - I must kiss it - is it okay?" Of course, I was going to suck and lick that boy ass regardless, and I knew he was going to let me, but part of the fun was making him ask. "Yes, please," he said. "Please, do what?" I said, from between his legs, my hand languidly stroking his already oozing dick. "Please, um, kiss me...there," he said, a trifle impatiently. I sped up the stroking of his hot shaft slightly. "You'll have to be more specific," I said, as I blew lightly on the brown opening, causing it to wink at me. "Um, I'd love for you to kiss and lick my ass hole. Stick your hot tongue deep inside me there, like they do on the Internet. Please, fuck me in my ass with your tongue, PLEASE!" Well, now I knew the source of information he was using. I began pressing my lips to his anal lips, a lewd kiss that excited us both. Certainly, his groaning showed his excitement! "Unnh, yeah!" he grunted, pushing his hips towards my mouth. "Lick my hole, please!" he repeated, and I obliged. I thrust my tongue inside his anal pucker, over the rubbery flesh,feeling the silky interior just beyond it. His taste was fresh, musky and only slightly earthy - he was a very clean boy. I rimmed him enthusiastically, literally fucking into his ass as far as I could with my tongue, until the ligaments under my tongue ached, even as I began stroking his fat cock faster. It didn't take long, as you'd expect, and when I felt his fingers seize my hair almost painfully, followed by a moaned, "AAAH! UNNG! FUCK!! OH, I'M CUMMING!! FUCK!!" the spurts of boy cum that shot out of his piss slit, splashing back onto his hips, stomach and my hand, were not unexpected. His hips rocked around, my mouth coming off his ass hole, but soon returning to that pleasurable spot. Then, as I felt his tension release, his arms and legs slumping back to the cushion, I left his sweet boy bottom, and began cleaning up his cock, and flat stomach of his sperm, using my tongue. I licked up the small globs and watery puddles, the taste of Ryan's boy essence both sweet and salty, a lovely, lovely treat he proffered me. I licked him clean there, after swabbing the areas he'd splashed his cum, and also the sweaty intersection of his thighs and groin, then moved up to lay beside him, head to head. I kissed his cheek softly, wanting to make my lips available to him, but not force them on him, and when he looked into my eyes, his soft blue eyes spearing my brown ones, and turned his mouth to mine, lips parting, and raising his head slightly, I kissed him, and the rush of air from him told me he'd been waiting for just that kiss. As our lips languidly pressed and worked together, the heat and moisture of a boy's mouth entering mine. I felt a small hand shyly touching my stomach. "Do you want to touch me there, Ryan?" I asked him. He nodded imperceptibly, his face now against my throat. "Then you must tell me what you want, lover," I said. "I'd like, I'd like to see your....your dick," he said. "And what would you like to do with it?" I urged him on. "Um, I'd like to look at it, and see how hard it is," he said. After a moment, he continued. "I'd like to feel how hot it is, and smell it, and maybe....maybe, taste it, if you'd like that..." "Yes, I'd like that, Ryan," I said. I raised myself up on my knees next to him, and pushed the swim suit down off my hips, my cock rising up. Ryan gasped. "It's so big, and thick!" he exclaimed. "God, I could never put that in my mouth.....how do people do that?" he asked, curious now. "It's not THAT big," I laughed, "but if you've never seen one up close and personal..." "No, just my little brother's. He's 12," he said. "It's nothing like yours, it's more like mine," he finished. His hand went to the swelling shaft of my cock, immensely hard with desire for Ryan, his beautiful young body teasing me. "That's it," I said. "Gently rub your closed hand, lightly closed, up and down the shaft." He was jacking me off, hardly expertly, but let's face it, being in the position to have a 14 year old boy caress your cock is immensely exciting in and of itself, regardless of how good a job he does! "It feels like velvet," he said. "It feels nice." His eyes were dreamy looking, as he concentrated on absorbing his own new sensations, while trying to please me. Liquid was oozing out of my piss slit, pre cum that had been building from the exciting taste and feel of Ryan's 14 year old body. "Use the pre cum to make my cock even more slick in your fingers," I urged him. Ryan smeared the creamy liquid down my dick, then briefly pulled his fingers away to smell them, nakedly, unashamedly indulging his curiosity about what a man's emissions might smell like. He grinned. "It smells....exciting, I guess. It makes my dick harder to smell it," he said, his eyes flickering down to the again sturdy rod in his lap. The vitality of boys! "Then, I think you'd like tasting it even more," I suggested. He immediately took the hint, bringing his cute face down to the tip of my straining prick. His tongue tentatively reached out, a small, vulnerable pink boy thing, up against my much larger cock, and I felt the rough surface of his tongue scrape over my sensitive cock head, sending a small pulse of cum into his mouth. "Oh!" he squeaked, a strand of my whitish cum dangling from his pink, upper lip down to his plump lower lip, gleaming wetly against his face, then his tongue reaching out to break the strand, pulling my cum into his mouth, and thoughtfully tasting it, then savoring it. "It tastes salty, and kinda sweet. It smells sort of, I don't know, different." "Like a man?" I said. "Yeah, I guess, like I expect a man would smell. I like it," he finished. Then he lowered his small mouth onto my plump dick head, the fat swollen tip of my cock filling his mouth. He sucked on it lightly and tentatively. "Your juice keeps running out," he said, grinning. "Am I making you feel good?" he asked. "As good as you made me feel?" "Very good," I said. "Not quite as good as I made you feel, but you're on the way. Do you want to make me cum?" I asked him, hopeful that he'd want to continue. "Oh, yes, please," he said. "What do I need to do?" I felt like saying, `Just be naked in my arms, baby,' but I gave him specific instructions. "Just keep the tip of my cock in your mouth, being careful not to touch it with your teeth, and swirl your tongue around it once in a while. Meanwhile, stroke up and down the shaft with your hannd, like before." "I like doing this to myself," Ryan confessed. "It feels almost as good as when you had your mouth on my dick." He grew quiet as he concentrated on my cock in his mouth and his hand jacking me. He moaned when he felt my hand sliding between his slim, hot thighs, headed to the hot, tight space between his luscious ass globes. I fingered his still wet, pink ass hole, sliding my finger inside him, tip at first, then working more inside, slowly finger fucking that beautiful, boy ass hole, his tight, hot hole greedily accepting me inside. Ryan moaned with pleasure as I fucked his tight boy pussy, while he sucked and jacked off my cock. It didn't take long for me to cum, and I warned him. "I'm going to cum, Ryan, and shoot my jizz into your mouth. I'd like you to catch it in your mouth, and swallow it, but if it feels like too much take your mouth off." He nodded his understanding, as I was already reaching the point of no return, my spurts filling his mouth as he desperately swallowed his first real taste of man jizz. "Oh fuck, you sweet, sweet boy!" I exclaimed, as pleasure coursed throughout me. "Suck my hot, fuckin' cock, you little cocksucking slut! God, I love feeling your hot mouth on my fat dick, fucking your pretty little mouth...." The pleasure seemed to go on forever, but too soon, concluded. He did very well, much of my sticky, white cum making it into his stomach, only a late-arriving spurt covering one cheek, and dripping down his cute chin. Ryan grinned at me, then leaned down. "How did I do, Adam?" he whispered, his cum-covered mouth so close to mine, his clear blue eyes focused on mine, inches away, his hot breath racing over my stubbled cheek. We kissed passionately, and I knew that we would share more moments of tenderness and love, if we could make it work, a man and a boy exploring each other's wonders and delights. But first, I had to find him a new pair of shorts! ============================= If you like the way this story is headed, drop me a line at JeffSpencer69@yahoo.com. Thanks!