Date: Sun, 22 Jan 2012 07:55:21 -0800 (PST)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pursued by a Boy

Another story born in a dream. The dream consisted of a great deal of
kissing and nothing more. Needless to say I felt compelled to extend things
out to a more satisfactory conclusion. Hope you like it. At the end of this
chapter are a list of other stories I've written that came from dreams.

Hugs,
Tag_m


"I just want to make out and be jacked off." The dialog appeared in my IM
box

"To be kissed and held and jacked off." appeared right behind it.

"Ok" I typed back. He responded with,

"Everybody wants to suck or wants to be sucked or other stuff but I don't
really want to do that my first time. I will in the future but not at
first."  We had already covered the basics which were that he had figured
out that he was gay and that he was scared to death to go out in public and
try to find someone to explore that with.

I had been in a chat room on the Nifty web site about 3 weeks before as a
guest author and had gotten a private message from Lookin. He'd said that
he had been following my chat in the room, liked what I'd had to say both
there and in the stories that I'd posted on the web site. I thanked him
then asked him which stories he'd read. The names that he typed in were all
stories of guys like him, stories about orientation confusion, discovery
and/or first times. He said that he'd even written to me a couple of times
and I answered his emails. When he told me his email name I didn't
recognize it because I got so much feedback from my stories I couldn't keep
track of them all.

"I really like how your protagonists treat the newbie gay boys with so much
dignity and respect." I responded by saying that it was the only way to
treat people that anything less wasn't right and for me personally,
impossible. It was especially true for boys who were taking that initial
grand leap, that actual doing something about their orientation. He agreed
then said he had to go but asked if I had IM and if he could contact me
through there. I told him I'd be happy hear from him and gave him the
information he was seeking.

We messaged a couple of times after that but they were short texts that
swapped some basic information. Then I didn't hear from Lookin for a couple
of days and late one Saturday afternoon I got a message from him through my
phone asking if I had time to chat. I did, told him to hang on while I went
to my desktop. We went through the typical "how was your day stuff." Mine
was pretty busy and when he asked what I did I told him I was an architect.

"That's amazing PlanMaker" which was my IM persona. "That's what I hope to
be someday." There were some more questions about how difficult it was do
find employment, the pros and cons of the work and things along those lines
including what school I had gone to. When I told him where I'd graduated
from he was equally amazed because again, that's where he had wanted to go
to school.

"I just finished my first year of pre-req's," he informed me which led me
to deduce that he was at least over the age of 19. "I'd like to enter
University of Michigan in another year." That got my attention. I wondered
how he planned to make the transition that quickly. As I started typing the
question another message popped up in my box.

"Do you think we could meet some time? Not to do anything, just to talk."
That surprised me since we hadn't discussed where we lived.

"Sure," I typed back. "I don't have a problem with that. How do you know if
we live in the same area?"

"LOL. It's not that difficult but don't worry. I'm not a stalker or a
talker and all that information is safe with me. So, can we meet
somewhere?"

I was shocked beyond reason. Part of me was saying walk away from this one
but I was also intrigued. I loved a good mystery and honestly, I didn't
feel threatened in any way. I didn't see any reason not too meet with him.
Sure, I had some concerns, especially if this was going to go somewhere
eventually. We all have likes and dislikes, things that turn us on or off
and I didn't want to find myself committed to something intimate before I
had a chance to eyeball who I was going to be intimate with. I hated to
suggest swapping pix because I didn't like doing the pix swap. I felt like
it led to too many preconceived notions, and thus sometimes a possible
relationship, before finding out what you might have in common.  As it
turned out "lookin" felt the same way.

"I hate to do the picture thing before hand, ya know? I think it tends to
shut out what otherwise might be possible commonalities between people, so,
Please. It would mean a lot to me."

I reminded myself that the goal today was only to meet and talk, not to
jump into bed. So I decided to take a risk and said yes then asked the when
and where. Once again, I was surprised.

"Are you free right now?" I must have taken too long to respond because he
typed "please" again.

"Depends on where you're at" I typed.

"Fast Eddie Felson's on The Strand" he typed. It was an upscale coffee shop
in an upscale neighborhood that was close to the University. And only 10
minutes from where I lived.

"Okay. Give me 15 minutes. How will I recognize you?"

"You won't. But I know what you look like." I responded with

"That's not fair," but he'd already logged off. I was tempted not to go but
jumped in the shower anyway and 18 minutes later was parked and walking
through the front door to Fast Eddies. As usual the place was busy, filled
with college kids. In fact, at 35 years old, I felt like I was the oldest
person there. I scanned the room and the upstairs loft looking for a free
table as well as who my mystery man might be, or more appropriately who I
hoped it wouldn't be. There were a few people who didn't meet my typical
dating criteria but I reminded myself that it wasn't really a date, more of
a fact finding mission. At least on my part. I saw a woman getting up from
a small corner table and picking up her coat and purse. I headed in that
direction and as I approached, the woman, maybe 26 or 27 years old said,

"Thanks for the help on the calculus Jaxx, I couldn't pass the class
without you. I'll see you next week."

"Are you leaving," I asked and the woman said she was but the guy, who
still had his back to me, shook his head sideways said no as he stood,
titled sideways and stretched. He turned around to face me and I got yet
another surprise. Well, more of a shock than a surprise.

He was stunningly cute. His hair was blonde but not a natural blonde
because the shorter area that grazed the tops of his ears was a medium
brown and as I got a good look, the blonde had more of a slight orange tint
to it. I figured a home bleach job. His bangs came about half way down his
forehead, the color a contrast to his naturally dark and thick eyebrows. I
was drawn to his large bright eyes, more for the color than the size
because they were a blue-ish gray and the twinkle that I saw in them
indicated a mischievous sense of humor. His face was light toned but not
pale and he had a couple of very small freckles' one even with the bottom
edge of his right nostril and below the inner corner of his eye while the
other one was slightly higher and almost directly below the center of his
left eye.  But all of that was small stuff. The big shock was that he
didn't look to be more than 14 or 15 years old.

The boy gave me a large open smile that showed straight white teeth. "I
don't have another appointment for 30 minutes so you're welcome to sit
here," he said, indicating the empty chair. His voice was still slightly
high pitched, not like a preteen but not a fully developed young adult
either. I looked around, discovered that there were few if any options so
thanked the boy.

"I'm gonna get something to drink, you want anything," I asked. I didn't
expect an answer but got one. He rattled off a somewhat complicated drink
then caught himself.

"Just tell them it's for Jaxx," he said, "they know me here." He turned
around and sat back down in front of one of the two laptops that took up
most of the small table. 5 minutes later I was sitting down opposite of him
and handed him his drink. He thanked me for it but didn't offer to pay me
for it.

"Waiting for someone," he asked. I nodded my head as I continued to scan
the room.

"Girlfriend," he asked and I shook my head.

"Ahh, boyfriend," he said, not asked. I looked at him and arched an eyebrow
then shook my head but his little grin told me that he wasn't buying it.

"And you?" I asked him.

"I'm here waiting for another appointment. I tutor college students."

"Really," I said. "You don't look like you're even college age."

"I'm not. But I am 177." And he stopped there. I guess he was trying to see
if I'd figure it out. I did.

"You got me beat by 4," I replied and he grinned, pleased that I knew that
he was referring to IQ level.

"Eidetic," he said.  I nodded my head.

"Me too," he replied.

"I'm Jaxx," he said, offering me his hand across the keyboard of the laptop
that he wasn't using. His grip was gentle. I had more than a few questions
at that point. I started to say my name as I shook his hand but he cut me
off.

"Wyatt Virgil Morgan. Named after the 3 Earp brothers of which you are
distantly related. IQ 173, eidetic memory; graduated 2nd in your class at
U.M. where you also played wide receiver for 3 years until you were
injured. Might have been able to go pro if you hadn't blown the knee
out. You study and teach Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu having been taught by the
Gracie's. You own your own company which did approximately10 mil in
business last year of which you donated 20 grand to local GLBT
organizations, you drive a fully restored '67 XKE and like me you're a Leo
although I was born in August not July. You've never married because you're
gay and your family accepts that. Have I missed anything important?" The
boy paused for a split second then shook his head and said,

"Nope, I haven't." Then he grinned, obviously pleased that he'd taken me by
complete surprise. Then his expression softened and reflected a mood
change.

"Except you're "Planmaker" and I'm "Lookin," he said quietly and in that
moment he became a young boy again, full of the typical doubts and
insecurities that a boy carries. I sat back and looked at him and didn't
say anything. He waited for a moment then said,

"I hope you're not angry with me Wyatt. I know I'm young but I've read
everything you've written and I just felt, maybe hoped, that you'd be the
one that I could turn to, to help me. I'm sorry if I've mislead you. We can
call this all off if you want to."  I shook my head.

"No Jaxx; we've gotten this far, lets ride the train a little further and
see where it goes. I understand your motivations so, surprised yes, angry
no." The boys' relief was clearly visible.

"I really am sorry Wyatt," he said again and expression in his beautiful
eyes backed that up.

"I believe you but if you say it again I'll leave," I told him with a
straight face.

"Okay," he said in a still soft voice, his eyes slightly downcast. I let
him stew in that for 5 seconds then said just as softly,

"Jaxx." When he looked up I said, "I'm just fucking with you," and shot him
a grin. The boy relaxed considerably.

"So Jaxx, tell me a little about yourself since you know practically
everything about me," I said to him.

"Well, not everything," he said after giving it some thought. "I'm 14, the
youngest of 5 kids none of whom are genius but are still pretty smart and
the youngest of which is almost 10 years older than me. I started speaking
before I could walk and reading by 2½, simple math by 3 and so and so on. I
started playing piano at 3 also and guitar at 5. It seems like I only need
to hear a song a couple of times and I can play it. For instance I was
playing Adagio from Moonlight Sonata when I was 5 although I could only
play one note on the base because my hands were too small to do an octave
stretch. I play 5 instruments."

"I don't like team sports much but I like one on one or individual stuff. I
like to wrestle, run and swim. I finished high school last year and as you
can see I'm tutoring so I have spending money. My parents don't have a lot
of money and fortunately I'm here on full scholarship."

"I knew I was gay by the time I was 8 and when I was 11 I fell in love with
an older boy who wasn't gay, sadly enough. He explained it to me gently and
with kindness but still, once bitten twice shy so I didn't try that
again. I discovered nifty, and started reading stuff, found your posts and
read them and thought that you were a guy that would understand.  I knew
you were going to be the guest author on Nifty that day, then you gave me
your IM nic and of course, because I'm a genius, I found out your IP
address, did an internet search on your real name and the rest, they say,
is history."

I listened attentively to what he had to say, which all made plenty of
sense, and decided not to follow up with the questions that I had. While I
wasn't up to speed on all things internet I knew that with a little
patience it wouldn't have been too difficult.

"So then Jaxx, what do you propose we do? What is the next step?" The boy
didn't pause at all but said,

"I guess we could go to your house and talk or make out like I said in our
texts. That is if I'm not being too presumptuous." I laughed.

"Well you are, but being an overachieving, lets' cut to the chase genius
myself I can understand it. I thought you had another appointment." He
became just a little bit coy.

"Well, I suppose that was a little misleading. You were my next
appointment."

"Aahhh," I said. "A little misleading?" I put great emphasis on the little.

"Okay, a lot misleading but I had to make sure." I arched an eyebrow.

"Surely you weren't experiencing some doubt?" Jaxx extended his hand and
wobbled it back and forth in the classic "a little" gesture.

"I assure you it doesn't happen often."  I had no doubt but I did have
questions.

"So, you'd like to go to my house, probably spend a little time living out
your basic fantasy then I bring you back here, or somewhere?" There wasn't
any inflection in my tone.

"Well, unless I can spend the night with you." That caught me.

"How is it that you can not be where you're supposed to be, as in home or
dorm or something? Isn't someone monitoring you at least a little bit?"

"Well, yes," he said with a grin. "I live in the dorms and there is an
upper classman that is supposed to be my Shepard, as it were. I tutor him
in math and a few other things and I don't charge him for it. He thinks I'm
with a girl losing my virginity. Now what guy isn't going to help another
guy with that endeavor? Basically I don't have to be back at the dorm until
around noon tomorrow." Jaxx slouched a little in the chair, stretched his
legs out in front of him with a satisfied expression on his smooth face and
took a sip of his coffee.

The image of Jaxx naked, lying atop a girl and driving his virgin young
cock in and out of her caused a bit of stir in my pants. Don't get me
wrong, I love teenage boys and I love being with them exclusively but I do
have other...interests.

"Okay," I finally said. "I'm in; we can go to my place and we'll see how
things go." Jaxx shot me an award winning smile and stood up.

"You're not gonna regret this Wyatt, trust me." I didn't think I would
either. Jaxx reached around the other side of the table and pulled out one
of those business cases on wheels. He asked if I could unplug the computers
from the wall while he went about shutting them down. Less than 5 minutes
later we were headed down the sidewalk, his backpack on one shoulder and
the wheeled case being towed by the other hand. I hit the remote on my car
which brought the boy up short.

"I thought you'd have the Jag; I didn't know you had a Quattroporte."
Indeed it was 2011 S that I'd only had for a couple months.

"I don't drive the Jag that much because I want to keep the miles down on
it," I told him. In fact I'd always driven another car and like this one,
it was leased by my company which was why genius boy didn't know I drove
it. I popped the trunk and we put his things in it and climbed into the
cockpit of the Maserati. The drive to my place was uneventful and in no
time the driveway gate was rolling open. I pulled in and drove around back,
slid the car into the empty bay of the 3 car garage and shut it off. The
Jag was parked in the far bay, my custom motorcycle in the center. Jaxx
fawned over both of them for a minute then we got his things out of the
trunk and went into the house through the laundry room door and into the
large open chef's kitchen.

"Sweet," Jaxx said as he followed me through the formal dining room into
the living room. The house was built in 1919 for the owner of a small chain
of banks. In the neoclassical design it had the obligatory white columns in
front, large porch, large rooms, 3 stories with all the requisite
dormers. The floors were all hardwoods, lots of wood paneling, high
ceilings, arched doorways some with French doors, chimneys galore, the
whole 9 yards. It had 6 large bedrooms with a couple of servant's quarters
and attic storage on the 3rd floor which I kept closed off for the most
part.

I had Jaxx set his things in an out of the way corner of the living
room. "Would you like to see the rest of the house?" The nodded his head so
we took the tour, starting in the downstairs entryway. A hallway opposite
the living room led to a greeting parlor, library, game room and a smaller
living room that only the family typically used and sunroom. We came back
around and up the gently curving staircase to the second floor exiting in
the sitting upstairs sitting room. I took him down the halls to the
bedrooms ending with the master suite which took up the back corner of the
house. Naturally it had its own bathroom, walk-in closet with built in
dresser drawers. It had a separate sitting room with a fireplace that
opened in the bedroom as well as the sitting room.

My bed frame was late 18th century, a monstrous thing with elaborately
carvings and hidden cubby holes. "This is incredible Wyatt," Jaxx said as
he looked around. He gave me a funny little look and said, "Do you bring
many boys here?" I chuckled and told him that was none of his business, to
which he agreed. We were both quiet for a moment then, in a small voice,
Jaxx said,

"I'm kind of nervous Wyatt, now that we're here and it's going to happen."
The young boy insecurities were popping up again.

"Well, it's early. How about if we watch a movie or something. Are you
hungry, do you need to eat?" He said he wasn't really hungry but a movie
would be fine. I asked him what he liked and he said that there wasn't much
he didn't like and when I asked if he was a romantic at heart he said he
was a sap.

"Have you ever seen "Beautiful Thing?" He shook his head so I told him the
initial premise and he said it sounded fine. I suggested we watch it in my
room so we went down the servants stairs at the back of the house, I locked
the house up, grabbed the DVD from the collection in the smaller living
room, Jaxx grabbed his backpack and we back went upstairs.

The house has a half dozen YV sets and there were 2 in my room; one in the
sitting room and the other mounted in a cabinet on the wall beyond the foot
of my bed. Because the room is so damned big I had a 60 inch flat screen in
there and it was mounted on a telescoping frame that brought it 3 feet
closer to the foot of my bed. I piled up the pillows, turned the lights
down low and climbed on the bed, still fully clothed. Jaxx snuggled up next
to me and asked if that was okay. I draped an arm over his shoulders as an
answer.

"What a great movie Wyatt, thank you so showing for me," Jaxx said when it
was over. He reached up with both hands and wiped tears from his face. "I
told you I was a sap," he said with an embarrassed giggled. He was looking
sideways at me and I reached out and gently wiped some liquid from his
smooth face.

"I love saps," I said softly. Our faces were quite close so I leaned
forward, slowly. Jaxx closed his eyes just before our lips met. I kissed
him 2 or 3 times, little kisses and Jaxx responded by kissing me
back. After the first few I pulled my mouth away but only barely.

"You've got really nice lips Jaxx," I said very softly, "they're really
soft and sexy."

"Thank you," he whispered. "Yours are nice too." He was quiet for a second
then said, "That sounded really lame."

"I don't care," I said and put my lips against his. I didn't really kiss
him but just moved my lips a little, pulled back enough so they didn't
touch then extended them again. It's a little teasing game that I've found
is incredibly erotic. Jaxx played along with me by responding
accordingly. We kissed again then backed away and teased a little, kissed
once or twice again then backed away again. I put my hand up along side his
face and let my fingers trail back and forth across the smooth skin,
alternating between my fingertips and the backs of my finger. After a few
minutes Jaxx said breathily,

"God that makes me hot Wyatt." Jaxx's voice had deepened a clear indication
that the boy's statement was one of truth. This time he initiated the kiss
and it turned passionate right off the bat. Our mouths were open, not wide,
but open none the less. Jaxx's hand went behind my head and his fingers
ruffled in my hair as his lips moved against mine. We broke the kiss,
gulped some oxygen and went back at it with a little more ferocity.

I let my tongue graze against Jaxx's lips and in a split second he pushed
his tongue forward to greet mine. I heard the boy moan softly as both
tongues pushed against each other. Holding on to him, still kissing, I
started to move slowly down the bed. Our necks were at an uncomfortable
angle and I needed to change that. I also wanted to do more with the boy
but couldn't from that position. To his credit Jaxx moved with me so made
the move much easier. Once our heads were more level on the pillows I went
to work on him.

I put my arm over his side and began to rub up and down on his back and at
the same time backed off of the kiss a little bit then broke it but kept my
tongue in action. As a result our tongues battled outside of our mouths and
once again, despite any experience, Jaxx followed along with seeming
ease. Our mouths then pressed back together and we resumed kissing in the
manner that we had before, tongues continuing to work against each other.

I moved my hand down his back and onto his butt enough to find the hem of
his t-shirt and move it up far enough to get my hand in underneath it
causing to Jaxx moan again when my hand touched his bare back. I rubbed
him, kneaded my fingers into his flesh a little then rubbed some more. I
loved the feel of his skin; so warm and so soft. We went through a series
of kisses where we separated then went back together with more of a mouth
closing sort of kiss where we closed them as we backed away again, if that
makes any sense.

I finally broke the kiss and used my chin to move the boys' head to the
side then attacked his neck, kissing and nuzzling in the soft crook. Jaxx
moaned loudly and his arms stiffened against me, holding me tightly as I
worked over that little hot spot.

"Fuck that drives me crazy Wyatt," he moaned. I stayed there a moment then
kissed my way up and as I kissed along his jaw line Jaxx slowly turned his
head so that our could meet again. We went back to a furious kiss and Jaxx
became much more animated in his ardor. I pulled my hand around to his rib
cage and gently pushed, moving him onto his back so that I could prop
myself up on one elbow. With my face above his, I felt I could exert more
pressure and allow him to feel more passive and I knew that deep down
that's what he wanted. He wanted me to be assertive, to lead him down the
garden path.

As we continued to kiss my hand moved onto his belly, gently rubbing back
and forth against the flat muscle. I finally moved upward, finding a
nipple, and rubbed on it a little then rolled between my thumb and
forefinger which caused the boy to moan again. I left it after a moment and
moved my hand back down and traced a finger around his nubbin of a belly
button then went a little lower until I hit the waistband of his jeans. I
trailed my fingers along the fabric, around to his hip and lower back then
brought it back except that my finger tips were slipped underneath it.

"Will you unsnap my jeans please Wyatt. My dick is really cramped," Jaxx
whispered. After he said it he kissed the side of my face and onto my neck
then moved his head back up and licked at my ear. My hand went to work on
his jeans and popped the snap after which I took the liberty of unzipping
them. I couldn't help but feel his cock beneath his underwear although I
couldn't tell anything about it other than it was hard as stone. Oh, and of
course the fact that his precum was soaking his underwear. I peeled the
flaps open then ran my fingers along the waist band of his underwear,
reveling in the warmth of his body and the firmness of the muscle beneath
his soft skin.

Jaxx had moved his arms to my neck and back and had been rubbing slightly
and as I undid his jeans one hand slipped lower and found the hem of my
shirt and his hand slipped up inside to rub against my bare skin. We
continued to kiss, tongue, then kiss some more during which low moans and
grunts continued to flow from the boy. His hand slid down to the waistband
of my jeans and the fingers slipped inside and rubbed. I took the time to
reach down and unsnap and unzip them as much to give some relief to my
cramped dick as to allow Jaxx room to maneuver should he decide he wanted
to venture further down onto my butt.

Jaxx broke the kiss and in a voice deepened by lust asked if I could help
him get his jeans down. I slipped my hand in on the side closest to me
while Jaxx worked the other side. He lifted his slender little butt up off
the bed and we worked the denim down to his knees. We had continued to kiss
while we did it so I didn't get the opportunity to look at him. We got them
down to his knees and then he surprised me by tugging on mine. I managed to
tug them down over my butt and to my knees but stopped kissing to do
it. When it was done I put my face against his and we went back at it.

Jaxx moved his hand down onto my butt and rubbed and squeezed.  After a
short bit of exploration he slipped his hand down inside and proceeded to
rub my bare flesh. He broke the kiss for a moment and said, "You can touch
me there Wyatt," and went back to kissing me. I don't think I'd ever kissed
anyone for such an extended period of time and I felt my mouth start to get
a little sore but the prospect of finally getting to his boyhood pride and
joy gave me a little burst of extra energy.

My hand had gone back to rubbing his belly so it wasn't a big stretch to
slip my fingers under the waistband of the boys' underwear on his far hip,
moving my hand all the way under the garment. But I didn't touch his cock,
only his thigh. I pulled my hand out the back of it grazed the tip of his
cock and I felt the cool wetness of seeping precum. I moved my hand back to
the same place only on top of his underwear and could feel the firmness of
his hard cock against my wrist. I moved my hand down onto his thigh then
brought it up and felt his boy parts for the first time.

"Ohhh," Jaxx moaned as my fingers cupped his balls and I could tell right
off they were a healthy set. I kept moving my hand up and pushed my palm
against the base of his cock, moved up just a little more then wrapped my
fingers around him, as much as could be done on the outside of his
clothing. Jaxx gasped and his body stiffened for just a moment.  I
discovered that he was quite thick and perhaps 7 or so inches long.

We had continued to kiss and touching Jaxx seemed to spur him onward. I
could hear low moans coming from deep in his throat as I massaged his hard
cock for a moment. I moved my hand up and slid it back down inside of his
underwear, which I'd discovered were briefs, and took hold of his bare
flesh. The boy was as hard as any boy had ever been and he was indeed a
thick cocked boy. I stroked him for a moment then moved my hand to the side
and pulled down. Jaxx got the message and lifted his ass so I could slip
his briefs down under then move them down to where his jeans were
puddled. I pushed his shirt up to his neck then broke the kiss and moved my
mouth to a nipple and began to suckle like a baby.

"Oohh Fuuuck Wyatt," he moaned as he wrapped his arms around my head and
held me to him. My hand continued to work at his nether region, cupping and
fondling his smooth honey jars and squeezing his cock.

"I need to get naked Wyatt and I need to see you and touch you too," Jaxx
said softly. I immediately left his nipple and went to work on the shirt
and Jaxx helped by lifting up to help facilitate that. I went back to
kissing him while working my jeans and briefs down and finally kicking them
off then used my toes and foot to do the same to Jaxx. Only then did I
break away from him and sit up to peel my Polo shirt off.

Jaxx watched me intently through eyes that barely half way open and when I
was done we just stayed like that and looked over each other's body. As I
had surmised Jaxx had a terrific body. Sports and probably genetics gave
him great definition and muscle without it being overdone. His belly was
flat, divided into a nice 6 pak of muscle and of course all that made him
boy was fantastic. He was at least 7 inches and he was thick. Not coke can
thick but he had quite a girth on him. His moss was a dark brown, almost
black, and was a nice neat nest of curls at the base of his cock and down
onto the beginning of his sac. His balls were large and looked smooth to
me, and seemed to hang fairly low between his hairless thighs. He was a
prime specimen of boy.

"You have a great body Wyatt," he said then reached out and grasped onto my
cock and tested it for firmness. "You're so hard and so warm," he said He
wiped his finger across my precum then put it his mouth and sucked the
gooey liquid up.

"I really want to suck your cock and I'm dyin to have mine sucked but I
want to cum first if that's okay with you. We do have all night, right?" I
nodded my head, said that we did and as far as what we did and when we did
it was all up to him. He had to make the decisions. The beauty of it was
that I didn't have to explain it to Jaxx. Other boys, yes, and I'd had to
so more than once but Jaxx got it from the get go.

"Can we do it like I said, make out and get jacked off?"

"Absolutely," told him. We went back to it, full mouth kissing and tongue
battling. I went right for Jaxx's cock and began jacking him off while his
hand stayed pretty much on my head, neck, back and butt. And that was okay
with me. I didn't need him to reciprocate in any way except what he wanted
to do. I knew that eventually it would be quid pro quo but for now, for his
first time this was fine with me.

It was when I was kissing his neck, nuzzling in the soft crook that he said
he was going to cum. I went back to his lips and we kissed heavily again
and then he broke it and grunted. His head position told me he wanted to
watch and so did I. I moved off to the side and squeezed his thick cock,
stroked it a little faster. A second later he mumbled an "oh fuck" and I
felt his cock thicken in my hand. The first jet of sperm shot out and
landed about even with his nipples and stretched a good 6 inches
downward. The next 3 squirts didn't go as far but interestingly enough
broke into 2 or 3 smaller streaks. The rest of it was oozing albeit a fair
amount of the stuff. As soon as that started I put my face back into his
and we kissed although then it was slow and easy kissing with some gentle
tongue action. I finally let go of his dick but massaged his balls and felt
him sigh.

I eventually stopped and raised my head back so that I could look down on
his smooth serene face. Jaxx lay there quietly for a good 30 seconds before
opening his eyes. Seeing me so close he gave me a lopsided grin that told
me he was basking in the feelings of afterglow.

"That was incredible Wyatt; it was everything I dreamed it would be. Thank
you." I leaned down and kissed him again.

"You're welcome baby boy," I said. "It was an honor to be your first." And
it was. I had always felt honored when a boy or young man chose me to be
their first sexual experience and I had been fortunate in my life to have
had more than my share of such experiences.

"I want you to cum too Wyatt. Can I jack you off?" I nodded my head but I
also told him that it might take awhile so suggested that he use his sperm
as a lube and work mostly on my cock head. Jaxx followed my suggestion and
went to work on my swollen cock head. I had a free hand to play with his
cock and or his balls as he stroked me so used that to help stimulate me
and get me to the sperming stage. Jaxx had to scoop up more sperm and it
was shortly after that when the feelings began to build rapidly.

"It won't be long Jaxx," I moaned. Having a boy do me, especially one like
Jaxx who was cute as the dickens and knew that he was gay and who I knew
was going to want to continue to play helped get me there.

"Stay off the head Jaxx I'm gonna cum," I groaned. The boy gripped my cock
tighter, thinking that if it made his own spermage better it had to be the
same for me. He watched intently and then we were both rewarded but a
thundering orgasm. It had been a week since I'd last cum so there was some
build up of pressure. The first squirt came out in a stream that
immediately broke into globlets of cum that rained down on my chest and
upper belly. The second and third squirts did that same and of course the
tail end of those squirts mostly oozed out of my cock and ran down over
Jaxx's fingers and dropped off into my moss. Another 4 offerings were more
globs that popped out and fell onto my lower belly, some of it pooling in
the shallow well of my belly button. Jaxx continued to stroke me and milk
every last drop of juice that my body had to offer. He finally let go,
letting my dick rest against my belly, the head in the pool of cooling
sperm.

"That was fucking amazing Wyatt," Jaxx said, awe very evident in his young
voice. I lay there panting for a moment, my eyes closed and when I opened
them Jaxx was above me, his face about 8 inches from mine.

"Fucking amazing," he said again then leaned down and kissed me a few
times. "I need to get this stuff cleaned off cuz it's running," he said,
looking down at his torso. True, most of it had ended up on my cock head
but not all of it.

"How about a shower baby boy," I suggested. The fact was that even if I
cleaned myself off it would still leave a sticky residue. Jaxx said he
thought that was a splendid idea.

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Other Tag_m stories that originated from a dream. Post dates included.

Mysterious Dragon Boy	 8.8.11
Hanging with the Kidd	6.15.08 -- gay young friends
Eazy Ryder			6.24.10 -- gay young friends
Brazen Brothers		7.18.10
A Cuddling Boy                       11.15.10
Before I Die			01.06.08
Boy From A Dream		 2.3.11
The Oracle			 11.8.10
One Lucky Cocksucker	1.14.11 -- gay young friends