Date: Sat, 4 Nov 2023 13:29:05 +0000 (UTC)
From: tague michaels <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Roadside Encounter

A much shorter version of this story was posted in Hunglings #1. At this
time, the story is a one off. There will be no more please don't ask. Just
N-joi

Hugs,
Tag_m
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I was standing alongside my car on a quiet, less traveled country road at 9
on a quiet Sunday morning. I figured it was the fuel pump, again, and
wondered why I was continuing to have problems with it and resigned myself
to the fact that I'd probably have to buy a new one, not a rebuilt, even my
own rebuilt. It was frustrating as fuck.

The car was a '67 Dodge Dart, my first car at age 16. My dad and I had
rebuilt it, cherried it out, and it had served me well through the
years. Although I'd bought drove and sold 100 cars over the years, I'd kept
the Dart because of the memories. A few years before I'd started turning it
into a hot rod.

I started with a 426 hemi mill that I'd rebuilt, bored and stroked, ported
and polished, balanced and blueprinted. On top it sported dual quads on a
ram air induction, and at the bottom a racing cam. I'd beefed it up to
where it was turning out close to 790 hp. The stock pistol grip 4 speed
delivered the horses to a Dana 3:73 posi rear end. Even with the headers
corked it emitted a loud and very deep throated rumble when idling and a
roar when it was punched. Either way it sounded much like a lion and said
"you gotta be a fool to fuck with me." I'd gotten plenty of recognition at
the local drag strips, local meaning within 200 miles of the town where I
lived with 20 thousand other souls, and a few car shows.

Cosmetically it sported an air grabber hood with blacked out scoop, the
rest of the car newly sprayed with a stock 1967 competition orange. It had
the swinger stripes in black wrapped around the tail, oversized tires on
the back, all 4 tires mounted on Cragar s/s wheels. It looked great, it
sounded great and it ran like a champ, 99% of the time.

I'd owned and operated a mechanic's shop since discharging from my
obligatory 4 year stint with Uncle Whiskers. There hadn't been a war going
on at the time so I spent my time in the motor pool on a large army base
overseas and picked up extra coin from doing side jobs for people. I'd been
around cars my entire life, coming from a family who had 2 generations of
mechanics before me. Everybody was a mechanic, even half the women, which
of course endeared me to the film "My Cousin Vinnie". I also always had a
half dozen cars for sale, nothing new and rarely anything over 20 years old
unless it was a classic and a Resto.

Besides cars though the men in my family could anything and everything with
their hands. They could plumb, wire, remodel a home, even build one from
the ground up. I grew up the same way but like the rest of men, my heart
was in mechanics.

Like many of the males in my family, I worked hard and played hard,
developing an addiction to alcohol before I got out of the Army at age
22. Fortunately it hadn't caused a problem on active duty but the same
can't be said about my civilian life. It cost me 2 wives, 4 kids I saw a
few times a year, and a handful of girlfriends. I wasn't a mean drunk by
any means, never got into any legal trouble, but I was a drunk and I was
drunk a lot.

I was currently 6 years sober and not in a relationship, or even dating for
that matter. I discovered that I was doing just fine without a female in my
life. Besides, I love boys. God, I loved boys. Teenage boys. Sadly I didn't
have one in my life and hadn't for many years. Too difficult in a small
town. From time to time I'd manage an on-line hook up with an adult through
craigslist and travel to wherever. From time to time I was lucky enough to
catch 18-22 year old guys, many of whom were looking for their first time
experiences. At 40 years old, I passed for 30, I had all my dark blonde
hair and all my teeth, was slender with a body that was quite pleasing to
look at, the small firm ass and a 7 plus inches of cock both a highlight
and a hit.

So, there I was, standing on the thankfully wide shoulder of the old
country road kicking myself in the ass for having forgotten to bring my
cell phone with me, a not infrequent behavior. I would have to walk the
half mile over to the McGinnis place and see if Bob or Marge could run me
back into town where I could bring my tow truck out and cart the goddamned
Dart back to my shop or at least use their phone and have my employee Harry
bring the truck out. I hated like hell to leave it on the side of the road
but didn't have much choice. I hit the power locks and was ready to start
walking when a crunch sounded behind me.

I turned to see a boy on a bike coming to a stop about 5 feet from me. I
noticed a few things right off the bat. The bike was an expensive touring
model; the boy was maybe 14 years old slender tall and quite cute; and the
bulge in his black spandex riding gear created a somewhat large mass.

"Having a bit of trouble sir," he asked in a voice that midway between
young boy and matured teen, a very pleasing sound.

"Yeah, mechanical problem and I don't have my cell phone with me." His
smile was large and bright, his perfect lips framing equally perfect
straight white teeth.

"I can help you with that." The boy straddled his bike, his bulge resting
on the cross bar or top-tube and reached up to retrieve his phone from its
pocket at the right breast of his shirt. He unlocked it then handed it to
me.

"Thank you," I said as I took it. I called one of the guys who worked for
me so see if he could bring the truck out and rescue me. While I dialed,
listened to the phone ring and waited I noticed that the boy seemed to be
eyeing my crotch while trying hard not to be obvious about it. That was
okay by me because I was doing the same. Harry finally answered his
phone. I explained the problem, Harry said he'd be there but it'd be a half
hour at least. What could I do but accept and hung up, handing the phone
back to the boy.

"Stuck here for a while huh," he said and got a head nod and a yeah from
me. "I'll hang out and keep you company," he said. "I'm Kody by the way,"
he added sticking his hand out.

"Cooper," I said, taking the offered hand, "Not necessary but thanks," I
told him. My name was John Cooper but I'd been called Cooper since I was a
preteen. The obvious nickname was Coop.

"Hey, you might need a phone in case of an emergency. I mean, you could
fall and cut yourself walking in the woods to take a piss. Then you could
bleed to death and I'd feel guilty." The smile on his face told me he was
playing around.

"Speaking of piss, I gotta take one. Where should I go?" I directed him to
the side of the road we were perched on, the ditch, or even the woods and
brush some 10 feet from the shoulder.

"Hell there's no traffic, you could piss in the middle of the road if you
wanted," I said and the boy agreed.

"Would you mind," he asked me and I shook my head and said not at all. That
said he asked if I could hold his bike while he pissed, and I did. He
actually went right to the middle of the road and shoved his clothing down
far enough that half his ass was in the wind, a really nice ass I had to
admit. "I like pissing outdoors," he said, half turned toward me. I
couldn't really see much but knew about where the head of his cock was and
to me it seemed long.

"Most boys do," I said then added, "seems like you been holding that for a
while," and he nodded his head. It wasn't quite a river running between his
feet but it was still a heavy stream. He finally finished and shook off
then flipped his cock back inside the spandex then turned to come back to
where I was standing, working at the bulge in his clothing. "Kinda cramped
in there," he said by way of explanation.

"I don't doubt it," I said with a grin.

"And why do you say that," he asked, knowing full well what the answer was
going to be, or at least what it should be.

"Well, your riding gear doesn't exactly do anything toward obstructing your
bodily charms now, does it?" Kody looked down and the mass and grinned.

"I suppose not. Bodily charms," he said as if it was a term he'd never
heard before. "Do you think they're charming," he asked provocatively.

"I can't say since I can't see them but your riding gear does lend credence
to the notion," I responded with a straight face.

"Maybe I should show them to you then you could decide," he said coyly.

"That certainly would dispel any doubt but that's entirely up to you."

"But would you look?"

"I would have to wouldn't I? I mean, if you went through the trouble of
showing me then it would be very disrespectful of me not to look, wouldn't
it."

"I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours," he said, his voice now softer
and seemingly deeper. The mass seemed to be moving and Kody seemed to be
aware that I noticed it.

"Are you proposing that we just hang it out right here in the wind?"

"Well, we don't have anything else to do," he said, "but I suppose you're
right. So, what kind of car is this." He asked, changing direction
seamlessly. Looking it over he said, "It looks like a hot rod."

"It is a hot rod," I said then went on to tell him about the car, leaving
out a whole shit ton of things that he wouldn't understand anyway.

"You have a shop on that dead end road just before the bridge over the
river don't you?" I was a little surprised but nodded my head. "I've seen
people working there and I think I've seen you there too. My family lives
in that Victorian sort of place on the hill." I knew the house he was
talking about, and it was a large old Victorian place and a nice one. I'd
been inside frequently as a kid because a good friend of mine lived there.

"Have you found the hidden door in the banister going up to the second
floor," I asked him. Said banister was probably 2 feet wide and hollow
inside. It didn't go anywhere but was fun to hide in none the less. Kody
seemed quite surprise at the revelation and said that he didn't know about
it so I explained where the trip button was to open the door at the top of
the stairs. That led to a discussion about his family moving to town, from
whence they came and why they came and all that "get to know you" shit.

Much to my surprise I saw my car carrier coming down the road toward us and
as it got closer I saw that it was Mick Driving and not Harry.  Mick was
the youngest of my employees, a 2 tour combat vet who was almost
supernatural when it came to auto electronics. The red headed bull of a
young man pulled up in front of the Dart and piled out.

"Harry said you needed a pick up and I was free so I came out." Clearly he
did. "Fuel pump again," he said, rather than asked and I nodded my
head. Mick went about doing the things he needed to do and 10 minutes later
the Dart was being drug up onto the now tilted truck bed and 10 minutes
after that we were heading down the highway with Kody seated between us.

We got the car unloaded and the truck parked then Mick climbed on his hog
and roared off down the street, the exhaust rattling the windows of the few
empty buildings left on the dead end street. Inside my shop I got my first
look at the kid without his bike helmet.

As stated he was tall and slender, extremely cute, made even cuter by his
hair which was a mass of natural barrel curls that grazed his thick brows
and almost covered his ears, leaving just the lobes uncovered. His nose was
narrow but not thin, his eyes large and appeared to be a bluish green and
framed by thick lashes. At the other end, a set of very sensual lips and
white teeth finished things off. There wasn't a blemish to be seen and no
hair lower than his lashes.

"You want to come upstairs for a soda or something," I asked Kody and got a
bright smile and a head nod. I led him to the large service elevator along
the wall that also held my office.

"So, do you live here Cooper?" I nodded my head and explained that since I
owned the building and had the space, it made sense.

The building was a larger old shop and offices that had been built in the
early years of the 20th century as an office building of sorts, went belly
up in 1930, was gutted and turned into a machine shop. Sometime in the mid
50's had been turned into a shop and offices for a large trucking company
that moved out of the area at the end of the 1980's then sat empty for 15
years. It had a hell of a shop, 10k square feet, and complete with a 3 car
racks and a pit for working underneath vehicles, and enough space to work
on 10-15 vehicles at a time. The entire second floor had been used as a
storage area, a large section of which I had remodeled into a sort of
apartment after my second divorce some 7 years prior.

"Yeah," I told him, "on the second floor. Would you like to see it?" Of
course the answer to that was yes. I led him over to a service elevator,
the kind with the wood slatted door that opens upward and was big enough to
hold a dozen people and not be crowded.

The elevator opened onto a hallway and wall. To the right was a bathroom
and laundry room, just in case I needed to change out of dirty greasy grimy
clothes. We turned left and 15 feet down was a large barn style wood plank
door on an exposed railing. I slid it open and in we went.

"Holy shit," Kody blurted out." Indeed, holy shit. So, first off there
weren't any real interior walls except for the half bath off the kitchen
and the toilet area for the master bedroom; the space being, for all
practical purposes, wide open. The wood plank floors, ceiling and open
beams had all been sanded and polished to a high shine and the brick walls
pressure washed. The living room, or social area, was situated to the left
when you entered, close to an exterior wall and a row of arched floor to
ceiling windows some 14 feet high. The pair of 9 foot sofa's, the 3 arm
chairs and oversized coffee and end tables sill looked small in the
otherwise open space. The black Kawai grand piano even looked small in the
space.

The kitchen and dining area was to the right and a little farther back, the
wall of cabinets and appliances essentially free standing except for the
fact that behind that wall was a half bathroom with a space of about 15
feet between it and another exterior wall. The dining table was an antique
table that seated 12 that had been left behind.

A good 20 feet past the two main areas was a raised flower bed that acted
as a wall of sorts. Easily 20 feet long, 4 feet wide and 32 inches deep, it
was filled with tropical plants such as palms, dieffenbachia, huge
dracaena, Bergenia, coleus, banana trees and more. At one end a monstrous
Swedish ivy hung from the ceiling, it's thick mass of tendrils easily 15
feet long. At another spot about midway along the garden a gigantic
Monstera Deliciosa hung in a deep round pot that was easily 6 feet across
and was hung with large link chains because of its weight.  Light was
provided by a skylight directly above the plants, which was prompted the
designer to suggest the garden.

The purpose of the wall was to offer privacy from the sleeping area on the
other side but plants weren't relegated just to the garden wall. Huge
plants and trees were placed strategically throughout the entire living
space. They, along with other things, helped absorb sound and thus negate
the echo that would normally be present in such an open space.

Among the other things were embassy flags, the 20 x 36 foot kind, that were
hung from the ceiling and against walls in various places around the
area. I'd gotten them from an army buddy who had access to such things. I
had specifically chosen flags were essentially just wide stripes without
any other designs such as Armenia, Madagascar, the Netherlands, Gabon,
Germany and the like.

Lastly were the 2 dozen leaded stained and glass windows When I'd purchased
the building, for a very good price I might add, I found a bunch of stained
glass windows stacked against a wall in a room that would eventually become
the toilet and bidet area my bathroom in. All were still in their original
frames and had no cracks or broken glass or missing lead. Why they were
left there was beyond me. In various sizes and shapes, some of them were
huge, easily 10 feet tall, the kind that might have come out of places of
worship. Some of them were ecclesiastical in nature but others were floral
or geometric designs, some with colored glass and others with clear
glass. Some were complimentary sets, as might be found on each side of an
entryway. One was a triple set that was obviously from a church, a large
middle section with a Christ like figure in it and two smaller pieces, one
for each side each with a robed women seeming to be obsequious to man in
the middle. The tops of the frames were arched exactly like one would see
in a place of worship.

Some needed the entire frame replaced, some had the frames sanded and
stained while others were cleaned up and left as is.  A few hung in front
of windows, a few hung helter skelter throughout the huge open space and a
few were mounted on stands like floor mirrors. I even had 4 that were
similar in nature mounted on a stand that could be turned in place like the
old comic book stands.

The actual living space occupied about 3500 of the almost10 thousand square
feet of the space. At the far end I'd created a half court with a single
BBall hoop, in one corner were 4 restored pinball machines, a regulation
pool table and other play things. I had a storeroom that held a bunch of
folding chairs because I sponsored a weekly AA meeting as well.

Overall, the space was pretty incredible and could easily have graced the
pages of any of the "home" or architectural magazines. Frankly it would be
hard to imagine it being owned and lived in by a greasy mechanic, but it
was. The best part, or at least one of the best parts, was the fact that I
bartered with professionals I knew to do the plumbing, electric, and a
variety of other tasks.

After the "holy shit" comment, Kody went on to extol the virtues of my
abode, asked lots of question and basically just sort of wandered around
stunned. He was thrilled to tears at my bedroom which, like the rest of the
place, was pretty open. The tub and shower area were situated in front of
more tall arched windows so offered plenty of light.

"Wow," he finally said as he stood in one spot and just turned around in a
slow circle. Back in the kitchen area I pulled out a couple of cold bottles
of Bunderberg Ginger Beer which wasn't beer but just damned good ginger
ale.

 "This is really good Cooper," he said after a long swallow.  "Do you play
the piano?" I nodded my head. I did play and at one time considered playing
professionally but that old demon rum interfered. "Would you play for me?"
I said I would so we wandered over and I sat down on the bench.

"Any requests," I asked him and his response was something fast and blasty.
I ran through a half dozen bars of the Flight of the Bumblebee except mine
was a solid boogie woogie version of my own making. From there I did the 12
Street Rag then went into Joplin's Turtle Blue including the vocals.

"Holy fucking shit Cooper that was amazing." We walked back toward the
kitchen and as we got there he said,

"So," with a bit of a leer, "now that we aren't in public is this the part
where I show you mine and you show me yours." I didn't answer him but just
raised an eyebrow in question. Kody didn't bat an eyelash.

"Okay, a shy boy," said, setting his bottle on the counter, "I'll go
first." That said, he hooked his thumbs in the waistbands of his Lycra
riding pants and his briefs and tugged them down to his knees then stood
back up, lifting his shirt in the process. Before me was one of the most
magnificent cocks I'd ever laid eyes on. Hanging off that almost skinny
body was at least 8 thick inches of uncut adolescent flesh. Having been in
the military, I'd seen hundreds of cocks, some of them very nice indeed,
but Kody's was the epitome of a great cock, especially on a boy his
age. The fact that there was no hair only helped make it seem bitter. Below
it hung a large sac of eggs in a completely smooth sac.

"Your turn," the boy said. I chose not to bother with unbuckling and all
that and just shoved my clothing down and like Kody, pulled my shirt up out
of the way.

"Nice," he said with a smile. I wasn't as big as the boy but I wasn't a
skinny dick either. I hit the 7½ inch marker when I was 17 and while I
hadn't measured it since then, I don't think it grew any more. Like Kody I
was uncut and like Kody I sported a nice set of hangers that were shaves
smooth, just as the patch of moss at the base of my cock. Even though it
was rarely seen, I still kept things groomed. I asked him about shaving and
he said that he'd done as a lark when some boys in his PE class challenged
him.

Kody's gorgeous cock was already on the rise, typical teenaged boy. "Well,
I guess he's anxious to perform for you Cooper," the boy said as his hit
the quarter boner stage. The sight of Kody's cock springing to life caused
my own flesh to begin the process which didn't go unnoticed. He stepped
closer to me, within striking distance, his cock sticking straight out from
his slender body so it gently smacked against my cock which in the same
position, but not for the same reason. I figured that Kody's cock was too
heavy to get the head pointing upward very much.

"Oh look, they like each other," he said, as if they were two dogs meeting
for the first time. May I," he asked, moving his hand tentatively toward
the side by side hunks of flesh. I nodded my head. Kody reached down and
wrapped his hand around both cocks and stroked a couple of times before
putting his other hand down and doing the same thing with it.

The feelings were extraordinary to me. As I said, it had been awhile since
I'd been held and years longer since a teenage boy held me. The warmth of
his hands, the feel of his grip, the feel of his steel hard cock against
mine, all made my heart beat faster.

Kody's eyes stayed pretty much glued to where his hands were but eventually
he looked up and into my eyes, his brown orbs already beginning to become
lidded. "I've wanted to do this forever it seems like." So, despite his
assertive behavior and I read him correctly, it would seem that Kody had no
experience what so ever. And that was fine.

"Do you want to just stand here or would you rather take it to bed," I
asked him gently.

"Bed," he responded in a soft voice. That said, I backed away from Kody and
got out of my jeans and briefs then my shirts while Kody did the
same. Leaving our clothing where it lay, I took his hand and led him around
the garden wall to my sleeping area. Kody inhaled sharply in surprise when
he saw the area.

My king sized bed was in a massive wood frame on a 2 short step dais and
the entire "bedroom" area was covered by 4 x 6 foot snow white lambskin
rugs. My dresser drawers were incredibly unique. Imagine 8, separate and
individual, fully encased dresser drawers. Mine were attached to floor to
ceiling lengths of brass coated stud link chain, each link about the width
of a man's closed fist, certainly not your normal small size. The chain
links weren't welded but were stretched tight as a drum when they were
installed so the entire assembly didn't move when a drawer was opened or
closed. The chains were attached to the corners of each drawer which were
spaced about 4 inches between them. There were 2 columns of 4 drawers and
were placed back to back as opposed to side by side. Two other lines of
chain hung to one side of the drawers had a pair of rods between them for
hangers, one above the other.

Off to one side was the sink and free standing cabinet, a mirror mounted
with same type of chain as the drawers, beyond that was a huge 4 footed
bathtub on a dais and the shower was in a corner with a common wall between
it and the toilet room. On that wall were mounted a half dozen shower heads
and above it hung a rainmaker shower head with 300 little outlets. There
were no other walls, the shower was completely open, the tiled floor for it
almost the size of my king sized bed.

I led Kody up onto the dais and to the bed then climbed on, with him
following. We lay on the top sheet facing each other, the rest of the
blankets puddled at our feet.  Our bodies were close enough that Kody could
easily reach across and take back ahold of me.

"Anything special on your bucket list Kody," I asked him.

"A lot of things," he said as his face moved closer to mine. I let my eyes
close at the last moment before our lips touched. Clearly, the boy had no
experience in that arena either. But that was okay. "I guess I need
practice," Kody said as he backed away slightly. "Next is cock sucking. Can
you show me how?"

"You bet I said," then went on to mime closing my lips over my teeth. I
then slid down the bed for a close up confrontation with his amazing
appendage. Christ the kid was big. I would learn later on that he'd been
big even at 9 years old, significantly larger at 12, pushing 6 ½ inches
and bald as a newborn baby's ass. I took him in my hand causing him to
inhale sharply, guessing that I might be the first to explore him.

I stroked him a few times, ogled the heavy set of balls that hung from his
body and almost rested on the bed sheet. I lowered my head, opened wide,
then closed down on him. I could taste his precum, the viscous liquid right
at the edge of moving from the sweet taste of young sperm to the more
bleachy tasting juice of a mature boy.

"Oh fuck Cooper," the boy groaned as I bobbed my head in his lap, stroking
his thick cock and using my tongue for added stimulation. I didn't stay
there long because Kody stopped me.

"I gotta try it Cooper," he said, "I gotta suck your cock." I let go and
rolled away, much like a contestant on one of those cooking shows. Kody
moved down my body and pretty much followed what I had done to him, looking
me over, holding my cock and stroking it a bit before covering his lips,
which was done with a certain degree of theatricality albeit probably not
intentional. Kody dropped his head, closed his mouth and began his first
ever blow job. I was thrilled to be the recipient. He worked it for about a
minute before he took too much and choked, quickly backing off and coughing
heavily. I simply watched on, not much I could do, admiring his body.

Kody's slender torso was well defined, probably from riding as well as
other activities. All of the creases and crevices were very well defined,
his muscles firm but not bulky, if that makes any sense. And then there
were his boyhood charm. He was destined to be a very welcome partner, be
them male or female and I was honored to be his first, if I read all of
that correctly.

Since he was laying perpendicular to me, I let my hand trail up and down
his back and of course, onto the glorious orbs of his butt. The mounds rose
up from the small of his back into very tempting hillocks of flesh, which I
kneaded, as long as I was there. The feeling rippling through my body were
exquisite and for a brief moment I wondered if the kid was going to want to
make this a regular thing. I sure as fuck hoped so.

"My mouth gets sore Cooper," he said as he backed away then moved back up
alongside me.

"You'll need more practice," I said. He reached over and took hold of my
cock, his eyes looking into mine.

"Are you willing to tutor me," he asked coyly.

"If you'll have me, I'd love to tutor you."

"Well, let's move on to kissing, shall we?"  I saw no problem with that and
moved toward him, Kody meeting me half way and turning his head at the last
moment. Our lips touch and I moved mine gently against his, reveling in the
soft warmness of them. Kody responded accordingly and in moments we were
kissing heavily.

"I gotta cum," he finally said, backing away from me, "can we jack off? I
like jacking off." I certainly didn't have any issue with that and told him
so. We both started the motion, each taking hold of our respective cocks
and began sliding our foreskins back and forth over our hardened cocks.

It was a pretty straight forward session. Kody said he'd never jacked off
with another boy, or man obviously, and that it was cool doing it and
watching someone else. "I think I'm gonna cum pretty fast Cooper," he
groaned.

Like most guys, in my experience I mean, Kody alternated between clasping
his inner thigh alongside his balls, then cupping and feeling on the large
eggs and just generally rubbing his belly, his fingers running back and
forth in his pubic hair.

"Fuck, this is so cool," Kody panted then rolled his eyes as, presumably, a
rush of feelings shot through his adolescent body. I assumed he meant the
act of squeezing the weasel with another person. I was surprised that the
kid lasted as long as he did, moving on toward 5 minutes. Regardless of
time he finally panted,

"I'm gonna cum." Like most males that I was aware of, Kody looked down at
his cock to watch the show. He was tugging pretty hard on his balls then
quickly kept his foreskin retracted, groaned loudly, and shot.

"Oohhh fuck," he groaned and tossed his head back which was probably a good
idea in retrospect. His first jet of hot boy sperm hit just under his chin
and that only because his head was tilted back and exposing it. the cool
thing was that it hung there in the air for a good second before it fell
and of course a second squirt of the stuff was already air born and sort of
collided with the previous glob which was falling toward Kody's chest.

"I'm there," I cried out and began firing off squirts of juice. I hadn't
jacked off for at least 5 days so was a little bit backed up. Still, I
didn't ejaculate as much as Kody did. The boy offered up 3 more good jets
of the stuff before moving into the burping and then oozing stage. My own
orgasm finally waned and then, like Kody, I just lay back panting. Neither
of us said a word for at least a minute.

"Wow," Kody finally sighed then looked over at me. "That was a great cum
shot Cooper."

"Not as great as yours." He shrugged his shoulders.

"It's pretty much always like that."

"So," I said, "hung AND a shooter. Can't beat that."

"Was I a good cock sucker too?" I nodded my head.

"I think I need more practice," he responded with a sly grin.

"Practice makes perfect," I said.

"I want to be perfect. Will you help me be perfect then?"  I nodded my
head.

"Well. Let's take a shower and have lesson 2."

I got the water going and Kody got another surprise. The overhead rainmaker
had blue lights in so cast a deep blue glow on the area. I got us soaked
down then offered to wash the boy. The shoulder massage hooked him right
off the bat. I got my first look at his entire ass and to say that it was
magnificent was an understatement. It was glorious and had a little dimple
right at the top of his perfect cleft. And it was as lightly tanned as the
rest of his body. I didn't miss a beat and slipped my fingers between the
globes and paid homage to his puckered muscle. Kody moaned as he glanced
slightly over his shoulder at me.

When done I re-soaped then reached around him to go his chest, belly and
last but certainly not least by any measure, his amazing cock and heavy
balls. That got me a whole lot more moans. When I finished I moved in front
of Kody, brought him into my arms and kissed him deeply to which he
responded accordingly. I backed away and got him rinsed off then did a
quick job on my hands, genitals and asshole.

"Gonna show you something new," I said then grabbed a bottle of hair
conditioner and smeared his entire groin and his torso up past his outie
belly button. I then did the same to my own body. I used the wand head to
soak down a wall then gently backed him into it, raised his rock hard cock
upright then pressed my body to his and began kissing him again. Once the
kissing started I began rubbing against him, moving my waist and thus my
cock which was pressed alongside his. I started to undulate my hips to
simulate fucking. Kody caught on fast.

"Oh god Cooper this is incredible," he groaned into my ear as he pushed his
waist against mine. Our cocks were mashed side by side, slipping `n sliding
against our slimy flesh. I loved frottage and like everything else it had
been a minute since the last time I'd done it. I could feel my body
starting to make changes and wondered how Kody was doing when he spoke.

"This is gonna make me cum Cooper and I want to hold off a bit." I backed
my waist off immediately but continued to hold and kiss on him and for his
part Kody didn't seem to mind. We finally separated and got rinsed then
dried and went back to my bed.

"Are you having fun Kody," I asked as we lay in each other's arms. He
kissed me a few times then said,

"I am Cooper. And thank you for putting me on an accelerated learning
schedule." I kissed him back.

"My pleasure sweet boy. Now what?" He started kissing me in earnest while
his hand snuck between us and took hold of my cock and stroked it.

"I think I need more practice at cock sucking but overall, I want to do it
all Cooper. I want to go home as a wide receiver and not a tight end." I
loved the football analogy but more so I wanted to help him graduate from
one to the other.

I reached down and took hold of his monster which I deemed had to be 9
inches and would later learn was 9¼ inches. We continued to kiss and
Kody began moaning softly until I gently nudged his head to one side and
went for his neck. His moaning got louder and he wiggled and giggled as I
kissed and gently sucked on the sensitive crook of his neck.

"God that tickles but it feels so good too," he groaned. I blew warm air
into his ear which set him off again. I eventually began traveling south,
kissing my way down his torso, taking a moment to gently tweak a nipple
while I suckled on the other one. Kody's hand were in my hair, mostly for
the contact I supposed since I kept my hair pretty short. Long hair on a
wrench twister isn't a good match.

I eventually ran into his cock and went to work licking it, sucking his
foreskin into a nipple and nursing it before taking him into my mouth. I
fondled his heavy balls as I nursed and in the process let my fingers trail
along his perineum a little bit. I couldn't get to his asshole but that
would come later.

I finally moved a bit so I could lick on his balls which caused more
moaning. I was really enjoying this kid. Being with Kody sort of made up
for the past 16 years or so years of being boy-less. My last few had been
Filipino boys that found plenty of business hanging around close to
military bases to make money. My favorite had been a 13 year old named
Jomari.

I ran into the boy with his mother parked alongside road just outside of
the base gates with the hood of their car up so naturally I stopped. I was
taken by the boy right off the bat. Not a tall boy but typically Filipino
slender, he was cute as the dickens and gave off a sultry vibe. His pitch
black hair was worn emo style. It was sort of a medium length everywhere
except the crown, which was shorter and more spikey and the bangs which
were a collection of hair that hung to his perfect lips.

When I asked what the problem was the boy told me that the car just started
chugging a lugging so they pulled over. Needless to say they had no idea
what was going on. I looked under the hood and did a quick check of the
usual things and spotted the problem almost immediately. A spark plug wire
had come off which wasn't a surprise since they all needed to be
replaced. I explained that to the boy who said they didn't have a mechanic
they could trust so I told them if they got the parts I would fix it. Alas,
they had little funds to spare so I said I would pay for the parts and fix
the problem. It wasn't much and I could afford it.

Well, the mom wasn't keen on freebies so asked if she could fix me dinner
as a trade so I agreed. His mother headed home and I took the boy with me
to get the parts then he would direct me to his house. We did the
introductions and chatted as I drove. It was during that time that he
disclosed that he went with military men for money so the family could
live. He then brazenly asked if I would like to "be" with him. For a
discounted fee that is. I said we could talk about it.

We got the parts, including new oil and gas filters and 5 quarts of
oil. Naturally when the woman found out she insisted I spend the entire
weekend with them and she would feed me. I had the time so agreed and got
chicken adobo, sinangag which is a garlic fried rice, beef Machado and of
course fresh malasada's which I dearly loved. When it came time for bed it
was understood that I'd be sharing a room with Jomari. It was also
understood that would mean sex with the boy.

Jomari turned out to be a delightful boy, a very enthusiastic and caring
lover. He sported a decent sized cock for a 13 year old. Easily 5½
inches with a very small smattering of pubic hair at the base and a set of
very low hanging smooth balls. He told me in bed that night that he had
never been fucked by anyone, that all he did was suck cock, get sucked, or
jack off for the men who paid him. So that's what we did. We sucked cock
and jacked off. And we cuddled and kissed. Come Sunday night Jomari told me
that he wanted me to fuck him.

"You are the best man I ever met Cooper and I want to be a full lover for
you. I want to know how it feels to be truly loved, I want you to love me
like a boy is suppose to be loved." My heart filled with love for the boy
despite having known him for a mere 2½ days. I worked up into a fog of
hotness in the usual tried and true manner. I sucked his cock I licked his
asshole; I finger fucked him then loved him fully. Being inside of him was
a spectacular experience. Looking down on his sweet smooth face while I
fucked him made my heart throb.

I lasted a good 15 minutes with him. When I sensed he was ready to cum I
stopped and just kissed on him then went back to it. We managed to cum
together and he was quite vocal about it. Afterwards he treated me like a
king and thanked me profusely.

I essentially moved in and spent every weekend and some week nights with
them for 2 years. I did a vast amount of work on their house, paying for it
out of my own pocket. On my last day before leaving for the US we fucked
for hours. Jomari was 15 years old by then and very respectfully hung,
hitting easily 6½ inches. We had declared our love for each other early
on and every time we were together it was special. I asked him and his
mother to move to America and live with me but the prospect was too
frightening for her. Jomari was all for it but wouldn't leave his
mother. We stayed in touch for 3 4 or years then life moved on. Last I'd
heard he was in college and doing very well.

It wouldn't do but what Kody wanted to spend some on my cock so I rolled
onto my back for the boy. I think that he wanted to follow my lead and kiss
his way down my body but his heat level and his need to complete his
initiation by giving up his virginity was running high so he just got right
down to business.

He took hold of me and, mimicking my moves, went about licking the head of
my cock before finally dropping his head over it and sucking me. It
wouldn't do but what Kody had to move my foreskin all the way up and suck
it like a nipple. Watching the adorable teen using my cock as his training
tool raised my head level as well.

He stopped and licked all over the shaft and even onto my balls a little
bit before going back to blowing me. I let him have his way for a few
minutes before suggesting he move into a top down 69 so I could worship him
at the same time. Of course I had an alternative motive which was to get my
face into his asshole as the next level in preparation.

The view was spectacular. His big fucking balls hanging in my face with his
most secret spot just above it made my cock throb. He had so much cock that
getting it pulled backwards so I could suck it took some work but I
managed. I didn't stay there long because that wasn't my objective. His
puckered rosy boy pussy was my destination of choice. I pulled on his hips
and got him to lower his ass then went to work.

Kody's reaction was immediate. His body stiffened, he stopped sucking me
for a moment and groaned loudly. When he did go back to my cock there even
more enthusiasm. I washed his hole thoroughly and as was usually the case,
my heat level wen through the roof. Rimming a boy was like a heat
accelerant for me. It drove me crazy. I couldn't get enough of it. Once
when I was with Jomari and a smoothie boy he'd arranged for me, my lover
jacked me off while I rimmed the 10 year old boy. While it was an exemplary
cum for me, Jomari said the explosion was bigger than he'd ever seen from
me or any other man he'd been with. I had been on my back with the
youngling squatted above me and when I shot, the first jet went clear up to
the boys chest.

In any case Kody pushed his ass back into me for more pressure, more
pleasure and seemingly hoping my tongue would get past the tight muscle
which, of course, it didn't. Either way it had the expected effect and
after a solid 3 minutes of worshipping his temple of Priapus he said he
needed my cock in his ass.

Kody pulled away from me without any forewarning and turned to face me, his
eyes almost closed in lust. His cock was red as can be and literally
throbbing. "I want it bad Cooper, I need to get fucked right now, please
will you fuck me?"

Well, he didn't need to be that's for sure and frankly I was as ready as he
was. I pulled a bottle of lube from a headboard cubby and quickly slathered
my cock and then his asshole. I had him on his back, legs pulled out of the
way and got into place. I fingered him first as much to spread the lube as
to prep him for the invasion that was about to happen. I managed to get two
fingers in him and got closer. I asked him how he was doing and as he
started to answer I pulled my fingers out and stuff the end of my cock in.

"Ouch fuck ouch," he cried out and I had already stopped moving. I told him
to breath, to push down like he was taking a dump. I took a minute but he
finally told me to go ahead but go slow which I would have done in any
case. It certainly wasn't my first butt busting.

I stayed on my knees and held Kody's legs back and fucked him. I manage a
nice steady rhythm, not in any hurry, not wanting to cause pain. It was a
method that had always worked for me. I kept watching his face and when his
eyes were open he was watching mine. I saw emotion play across this smooth
canvas, lips purse in response to a spike in feeling.

"This is starting to feel good Cooper," he said after a minute or so.

"I'm glad. It's suppose to." I picked up speed just a tad, nothing furious,
just a slight acceleration. After a couple minutes I slipped my arms under
his legs and put my palms on the bed and then got down to the business of
giving the boy a serious fucking.

Kody began making little grunting noises each time I thrust into him which
spurred on. I began going harder, pounding his tender little no longer
virgin ass and the grunts turned into little squeaks.

"I think I'm gonna cum Cooper," he panted, "I can feel it getting closer."
The words barely left his mouth before he cried out. I felt his asshole
grip my cock then pulse as he began squirting his sperm out. His hand
wasn't even touching his dick. I manage two more thrusts before I started
firing globs of sperm into him. I fucked him harder. I pressed tight to him
and ground my ass around and went back to pounding. It seemed to go on
forever but in reality it was the usual 15-22 seconds before the flood
stopped but of course nature demanded I keep on going, and I did. I kept it
up for another minute but slowed down and eventually stopped.

Kody's arms flopped onto the bed and he lay as if he'd died but of course
the heavy panting indicated plenty of life. He finally opened his eyes.

"Oh my god," he whispered, "I had hoped and prayed it would be good but I
wasn't prepared for that Cooper. That was incredible." I leaned down and
offered my lips which he glued himself to for a moment then let his head
drop.

"I you ever consider a live in lover I'll volunteer."

"If I ever decided to do that you'd be who I'd offer the job to." We lay
there connected and not talking for another minute. "I want to move you
onto my lap," I said, "so hold on." I let his legs down then had him wrap
his arms around my neck and went through the gymnastics to get to my
knees. Kody draped his arms across my shouldered and planted his mouth
against mine for some heavy deep throated kissing.

"This is really nice Cooper and your cock seems like it's deeper in my
ass."

"It's a favorite position of mine too sweet boy."

"I like it when you call me that." I told him that I liked doing it. I went
through the motions of getting my legs out in front of me so Kody was
planted on my lap, his legs wrapped around me.

"This has been amazing Cooper he said quietly, "I don't want it to stop."

"Does it have to stop, for you I mean? Because from my end it doesn't have
to." He seemed to ponder that for a moment.

"I doesn't "have" have to but I'd need a reason for being out of the house
so much and if my mom knew I was down here, I'd need a reason to be
here. It isn't a place a kid would tend to want to hang out, if you know
what I mean." I found it interesting that he mom and not parents but didn't
feel the need to pursue that at the moment. I didn't have to because Kody
went ahead and explained it.

"It's only my mom and older sister and younger brother. Oh, and my gramma."
My genetic dad died when I was 8 and my mom ended up marrying an asshole a
couple years ago but was fortunate enough to realize it early on and dumped
him. My gramma suggested we move here since her house is so huge, gamma's
getting old and could use help financially and the usual help things an old
person needs." Something clicked in my memory banks.

"Wait a sec," I said, "Does your granny drive a big assed old Chrysler
Imperial convertible?" Kody nodded his head and asked why. "I've worked on
that car for her. She's quite a saucy old gal, no offense intended. I like
her. She brings the car in about every 6-7 months for a checkup. I told her
anytime she wanted to sell it I'd pay almost any price for it.

The car was big, black, with fuck me red interior. It has suicide back
door, every possible option available and the thing barely had 40k on the
odometer and was in almost perfect condition. His grandmother was
Madelaine, call me Maddy, Hamilton and never Mrs. Hamilton. She was a
hoot. Small statured, a little on the raucous side with flaming red hair I
got a hoot out of her. Kody grinned,

"Yeah, that's her."

"How about this hot stuff, how do you feel about working for me parttime? I
can always use a clean up and odd jobs person. Maybe you could learn some
basic mechanical stuff along the way."

"I could manage that although I'd feel guilty having you pay me." I
explained it was a legitimate job that I pay for in any case. His response
was to leaned in close and kiss me some more.

"I think it's a great idea Cooper. I'll asked my mom about it. Of course
she would insist that she come down and meet you."

"I figured that would be the case." I kissed him back.

"You know what Cooper"

"I can think of a lot of what's but why don't you just tell me."

"It just occurred to me that your cock is still rock hard in my ass and my
cock is still raging hard. It would be a shame to waste them don't you
think. I mean, especially at your age?" He tried but couldn't mange to keep
a straight face when he said the last part.

"I'll show you old age you little shit." I said with laugh and fell
backwards taking the boy with me.

"That's what I was counting on," he said then planted his mouth against
mine once again.

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