Date: Mon, 27 Jun 2016 03:24:22 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Subway 5 Inch A story of a man and a young teenage boy. The usual platitudes apply. If you shouldn't, then don't, it's simple. I actually saw this boy in a Subway in Puyallup one evening. He did check me out, and I him of course. From that point on, it's only a "what if" story. Time to do your part and make a monetary contribution to Nifty. Don't wait, do it now. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ I had started going to a Subway about 2 miles from my house for dinner a few times a week. Perhaps it was a bid for trying to eat more healthily although the Pastrami sandwich probably isn't even close to being healthy. In any case it was convenient, a nice switch from burgers or the ever present Mexican place and saved me from having to cook after a long day. And it wasn't all that expensive. I was standing at the counter waiting, heard the door open but paid it little attention, at least initially. A moment later I turned my head to see an adorable boy standing there waiting patiently to helped. He appeared to be a slender 5'2 or so. It seemed to me that he might be of Latino extraction, his skin ever so slightly brown; his pitch black hair cut quite short with bangs that were pushed up from a nicely balanced forehead. He was wearing tan pants and a black hooded sweatshirt with a Nike logo on the front. On his feet were a black suede type of shoe such as a Vans or something similar and resting at his feet was a black and yellow backpack. He was very cute, large dark eyes and a face as smooth as glass but one of the cutest things was the smattering of black hair growing on his upper lip. And you know that boy was proud as all hell of it. If the young cutie was more than halfway through his 13th year I would have shocked, despite the sparse beginnings of a womb broom. Part of the reason I'd turned my head was the sense that the newcomer was looking at me and indeed when I turned my head, he was but stopped immediately. I spend a good 3 seconds taking him in from head to toe before turning my head back forward. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that he was looking at me again but chose not acknowledge it. There was something about me that caught his interest and I wanted to allow the boy to soak up whatever he needed to soak up. Eventually the girl who had popped my sandwich in to be toasted asked him what he wanted. I listened to his still, slightly high pitched voice start placing his order and while he did so I took him in. My initial assessment was spot on. I stepped back enough to check out his butt but the sweatshirt covered him completely. Still I could tell that it wasn't much more than a spread out hand width wide. The boy stepped past me, almost looking me in the eyes but his were slightly downcast. He said excuse as he passed and I responded with something like it's okay or certainly or something. I told the girl what I wanted on my sandwich then focused on the boy as he began adding veggies to his order. His voice was so sweet, so melodic. I could listen to him for hours. My stuff was done and as I was paying for it I could once again see from the corner of my eye that the boy was watching me and it didn't seem to be just glancing; more like studying. I wondered what it was that he was seeing. I mean, I'm a 40 year old guy, little bit of a belly, not particularly attractive in my opinion. I further wondered if I would ever get a chance to talk with him. I was sitting at a booth when he paid, watching his back and wishing that he wasn't wearing the sweatshirt. I love boy butts, especially narrow ones and I knew, based on his body size that his would be more than delightful to gaze upon. Before he left the boy looked right at me, gave me the slightest smile and scooted out the door, his pack slung over his right shoulder. I spent the next few minutes thinking about him, how cute he was, and what I perceived as curious behavior then thought no more of it. Until 10 minutes later, give or take. I left Subway and headed home along the 4 lane stretch of road that passed through small, light commercial areas, some lightly inhabited countryside for 2 miles, then erupted into urban sprawl. That happened no matter which direction one went when leaving the little strip mall that housed the Subway, an grocery chain store, Radio Shack, the obligatory Mexican restaurant and small Teriyaki place, among other things. You know the kind I'm talking about. Home, was about 3½ miles away. The first mile was on the 4 lane "city" (and I used the term very lightly) street and the rest on feeder 2 lane streets through a more rural area that was dotted with larger 1-2 acre homes as well as half acre properties. Kinda country but not full on country. As I passed the first of the larger feeder roads I saw the boy walking away from me, perhaps a ¾ of a mile from the Subway, his sandwich bag hanging from his clenched fist and swaying as he walked. That was interesting but I gave him no more thought. I found myself at the Subway 2 days later and just as I was about to go through the door, the boy came ambling around the corner of the building. I went in and waited at the counter to be waited on. The tinkling of the door opening caused me to glance that way and sure enough, hot boy was coming through. He was dressed the same as before so I assumed that the sweatshirt was taking the place of a jacket and he wore a shirt of some kind underneath, same pack slung over his shoulder. He managed eye contact with me for a few seconds as he approached so I got a full face shot of him. Dynamite cute, his eyes were actually a hazel color and were framed by thick black lashes. His lips were so perfectly kissable that it made my heart flip just a little. The boy turned to face the counter not 3 feet from me. The girl behind the counter finally turned to face us and asked the boy what she could get started for him. "Oh no," he said softly, shaking his pretty little head and pointing a finger toward me, "he was here before me." His voice was so sweet and so melodic. I wanted to keep the interaction going with him. "It's okay, you can go first," I said. The boy angled toward me, shaking his head gently. "No, no you were here first, I can wait," he said. He had an expression on his face that almost seemed incredulous that an adult would allow him to go first. "Please, I insist," I said waving my hand toward the counter. "Thank you, thank you," he said and started a spicy chicken sandwich on whole wheat. That clicked in my head and I remembered him order the same thing the first time I'd seen him. The girl then turned her attention to me and I repeated my order from my previous visit. Damn I loved their Pastrami sandwiches. Next to me the boy seemed to watch with interest. Mine went into the toaster while she completed the boys' order and when mine came out of the oven she asked what I wanted and finished it off for me. Another worker came from the back of the shop and rang the boy up while my sandwich was being finished and as I stepped toward the cash register the boy received his change. He turned to me and with a slight smile said, "Thank you again." "It was my pleasure, you're welcome," I responded. I really wished that there was a way for to keep him engaged but alas, he left the restaurant. "Nice young man," I said to the cashier after he'd left. "Yeah, he is. He comes in at least 3 times a week, just about every other day. His name is Kyran. I think his mom works evening or something, I'm not sure," she said. Not much more than high school age, the girl was a chatty little thing. As she handed my debit card back to me she glanced at it then said, "Thank you Mr. Ellison." "Call me Perry," I told her. "If you call me Mr. I start looking around for my father." It was a lame old joke but she didn't know that and giggled. As I sat down to eat I ruminated over the information that the girl had provided me, probably not realizing that she'd done so. I now had a loose idea of the boys' schedule as well as a name. I thought Kyran an unusual name for boy this day and age but what the fuck did I know. I also had a bit of personal information regarding his mother which hinted at the lack of a father. I didn't know what good the last part was but sure loved the first two pieces. So it was that two days later I showed up to find wonder boy a dozen steps from going through the door. I hopped out of my car and when Kyran saw me he gave me a slight nod and what almost seemed like an embarrassed wave. I followed him through the door, wishing that his sweatshirt was shorter so I could check out his narrow little butt. Still facing forward he held the door for me and as soon as he felt I had control of it he let go and I said thank you as I followed him inside. We went through the same ritual as on our two previous encounters and like those encounters I knew that he was watching me when he wasn't otherwise occupied and I was. It was curious indeed. He paid for his order and before turning to leave he said to me, "See you day after tomorrow." It was a statement and not a question. "I'll look forward to it," I responded. "Me too," Kyran said as he headed for the door, "Perry." That fucking floored me. "How'd he know my name," I asked, more out loud than specifically to the girl taking my debit card. "I told him," She said, "I hope that's okay, I mean, since I told you his name." The girl didn't seem at all embarrassed that she'd given up personal information without permission. Given her logic I could see why. "No I guess it's okay," I responded. "Well, Kyran asked so I figured what the heck." She handed my debit asking if I wanted my receipt. Now I was really intrigued. "He asked you my name?" She nodded her. "He thinks your dragon shirts are way cool." That explained why Kyran seemed to be checking me out. I wore short sleeved button down shirts with a dragon motif. I had gotten into them many years before and owned easily 50 of them. It became a signature of sorts and had garnered comments from tons of people including complete strangers. As I put my debit card in my wallet the girl said, "He also thinks that you're cute." The surprise on my face caused the girl to giggle. "Oh, don't be so shocked. I think lots people think that even if you don't." That said, she bounced off to take care of another customer. I sat in my usual booth, unwrapped my sandwich and ate, contemplating the possibilities that came with that information. I left and following the same route that I had before, checked the side road and sure enough, there was Kyran ambling along with his subway sack swinging gently. As I continued on toward my home I contemplated the possibilities. He knew my name because he had asked someone for it and he thought I was cute and with that the possibilities were endless. So, on the appointed day I was in line waiting to be helped when Kyran came through the door and without hesitated came right up and stood next to me. "Hey Perry," he said with an easy, open smile." "Hello back Kyran," I responded with equal enthusiasm but was immediately interrupted by the girl behind the counter asking what I wanted. Before I could speak, Kyran said, "Pastrami 12 inch on Italian bread, toasted with mayo put on the bun before it goes into the toaster and pepper jack cheese." His ordering for me caused my jaw to drop. I stared at him and the boy laughed out loud. Again, I loved the high pitch of his voice. The girl looked at me with a raised eyebrow so I nodded my head and told her that was correct. She got it into the toaster then turned to Kyran. "Spicy Chicken on whole wheat," I told her, toasted. Kyran laughed again and told her I was correct. When mine came out of the toaster Kyran went ahead and told her exactly how I wanted it so of course it wouldn't do but I did the same when it was time for the girl to finish off his sandwich and as she did I asked him if he would like to join me at a table. "I typically have to be home by 5 in order to let our dog out to do her business," he said. There was a pregnant pause and then he added, "Unless you can give me a ride home. "I can do that," I said with a smile so we copped a booth in the front window of the store, Kyran's backpack on the floor resting against his leg. As we unwrapped, the boy commented about Pastrami, that he'd never tried it. "You can have half of mine if you like Kyran," I suggested. The boys' response was to suggest a trade that I readily agreed to so we swapped. "Oh man this is really good Perry," the adorable young teen said around a mouthful of masticating Pastrami sandwich. I agreed and took a bit of his then declared that mine was better which got a laugh. "So, I really love your dragon shirts Perry and you have a different shirt every time I see you," the boy said as we ate. I pointed out that he'd only seen me 3 or 4 times but he laughed and shook his head. "More like 10 or 12 times but you didn't know it." That certainly begged the question so I asked it and Kyran told me that he'd seen me at Safeway, at the Mexican restaurant in the strip mall by Subway and other places in the small community. "Been stalking me Kyran," I asked with a faux serious expression on my face but the boy didn't buy it. "Yes," he laughed again, his voice such a sweet high pitched tinkling. "Not really," he added in a more serious tone, "at least not until I saw you here and asked Ashley and she told me your name." He nodded his head toward our mutual friend slash counter girl. "I like your arm tattoo too," he said, reaching out and actually rubbing his fingers along my forearm; the boys touch sent a slight ripple through my body. My left arm was a brightly colored sleeve of a Chinese dragon wrapped around my arm, winding in among clouds and Hibiscus and cherry blossoms. It was very nicely done but nothing like the one that started at the inner side of my right calf and wrapped upward around my leg, behind my thigh and across my butt. It crossed over to the left side then back and forth as it coiled upward and ended with the head on my right scapula. Done in bright greens, orange tones, blue, black and grey it was magnificent. I'd shown it at conventions and competitions a couple of times and won trophies for it. "I think dragons are so, so cool Perry," Kyran said as we both continued to eat. "I have a few dragon things at home, like statues and stuff but I want to collect more. "Well," I responded with a theatrical pause, "I too have a dragon collection that consists of over 200 pieces." I wasn't lying or exaggerating either. Kyran's large dark eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "Really? Gosh I'd love to see it. Can I Perry; can I see your collection sometime?" When I told him that I would love to show it to him he wanted to know when. "Any time you want Kyran. Any evening or weekend as long as I have a few days' notice." Kyran launched ahead and asked about the coming Friday evening or one day over the weekend and I said that either way was fine, I didn't have anyone to answer to. We talked some more, Kyran telling me about himself, his age being 13 and 4 months, school, his grades, his hobbies and the things that he liked to do. He told me he played the piano, had been taking lessons for 4 years and really enjoyed it. I shared that I too played the ivories and his eyes lit up again. "Gosh Perry it seems you and me have a lot in common." I agreed with him. He asked about me so I told him my age, what I did for a living, about where I lived and that sort of thing. He asked if I was married and I shook my head, asked if I'd ever been married and I shook my head then did the same when he asked if I had a girlfriend. "Me either, a girlfriend I mean, not married," he responded with his little giggle. "Girls are too weird for me," he said and I agreed with him then he surprised me. "How about a boyfriend?" The question seemed to be honest and not prying. I chose to answer in the same way. "Not at the moment?" His response was almost immediate. "Me either. Actually I've never had a boyfriend but I've thought about it." He paused for a moment and chewed then with a grin said, "Hey, maybe we could be boyfriends." "I suppose that's possible. Stranger things have happened." "Would that be strange Perry, us being boyfriends?" I shook my head and said not really. I explained that intergenerational relationships happened all the time. "Well, that would be interesting," he said as we finished our sandwiches. He then said the he should be getting home so I took the clue, we cleaned off the table and headed out the door. "Nice Car," he said when I hit the auto unlock to a pewter Z car. Talk was light as we headed toward home and a few minutes later I was pulling into the driveway of the small house that Kyran called home. "So," he said, "where should we meet and when?" I said it was up to him as I wrote my cell number on a piece of paper and gave it to him then suggested Friday night to which he quickly agreed. He said that he wouldn't see me the next day, that being Thursday, so we would get together at Subway at the usual time and go to my house from there. I agreed and the boy left my car, me ogling his tight little butt for a moment before he turned and waved goodbye. I was a little anxiety ridden on Friday but not overly so. I was looking forward to having Kyran at my house but curious as to how it was going to go given his comments from two days before. I wondered if he was thinking of me as boyfriend material or possibly just a sex partner, or maybe even both. Then I chided myself for thinking such thoughts. Yes he was friendly and cute but he was after all, still a boy. Kyran ended up calling around 4 in the afternoon saying that he had gotten freed up earlier than planned and we could meet earlier than planned if I wanted to at his home. I said that was fine and 15 minutes later I picked him up at his house. Kyran came bounding out his front door with the typical energy of a 13 year old boy. This time he was wearing a pair of maroon sport shorts that went about halfway down to his knobby knees and a V neck style bright yellow short sleeved shirt with red piping at the hems. It almost looked like soccer uniform or something similar and the ubiquitous black and yellow backpack slung over his shoulder only added to that image. As he came toward the car I noticed the bulge at the front of the shorts. It wasn't real big by any means but it was noticeable. Kyran opened the door and got it. "Hey," he said with a wide toothy grin before he was even fully in the car. I said hey back as he set his pack on the floor between his legs and hooked his seat belt. I started backing out before he was hooked in and as I shifted the car into 1st gear he asked how my day had gone. I said it was a normal day and asked about his. "It's been pretty great Perry. I thought about this all day" "Really, and why is that Kyran?" "Because I get to see your dragon collection," he said and then, in a softer voice said, "and you." I told him I was looking forward to seeing him as well and he seemed both surprised and thrilled at that. "I'm glad Perry," he said and reached out to touch my arm briefly, said touch being soft and warm. We talked more about our day as I head back to my home and 32 mins after I'd left I was pulling back into my garage. We got out and I waved Kyran through the door into my laundry room-slash-pantry-slash-mud room where I had him kick off his shoes. I couldn't help but ogle the boys' butt which proved to be very interesting. Most shorts seem to hang on a boy but Kyran's seemed to cling to the rounded orbs of his perfect ass, the one that I'd wanted to see but couldn't because of his hoody. I saw it then and aside from admiring it greatly I noticed something else. The fabric seemed to cling to the cleft between his cheeks and I noticed on his hips what looked like a bit of a thin lump that ran downward then disappeared. I couldn't swear to it but I got the impression that the kid was wearing either a jockstrap or jock style underwear and that made my dick start to respond. The laundry room opened into the living room. I had Kyran continue through it and through an arched doorway, all the time admiring his butt. On the other side of the arched door was the collection and Kyran gasped when he saw it. There were dragons everywhere. I won't try to explain it all but there statuary of varying sizes, tea cups and saucers, napkin holders, glasses, mugs, an antique ivory cigarette holder with dragons carved into it, a dozen wind chimes of varying sizes hanging from the ceiling, and the list goes on. I had a half dozen Chinese swords with engraved cases and or dragons etched into the steel and two sets of Samurai swords, all mounted on a wall along with a clock that was mounted on a round wooden carved dragon. "Wow," Kyran said as he stood taking it all in. "That is amazing Perry," he said as he walked over to a huge stained glass multi-colored dragon. The thing was 7 feet tall and twenty five inches wide and that didn't count the 3 inch hardwood frame that held it. The piece hung in a large picture window, suspended from the wood window frame. Kyran continue to wander around the room and I continued to watch him and the more I did the more convinced I was that he was wearing a jock of some kind under the shorts. I caught a couple of glimpses at his boy bulge, a nice lump that a jock pouch would create. "This is just amazing," he said when he finally stopped in the middle of the room. "There's more," I told him with a grin and then signaled for him to follow me. I left through a different doorway and down a hall to my bedroom. It was a large and airy room dominated by a California king bed with an elaborately carved wood headboard of 2 dragons. I led the boy into the walk-in closet, the lights going on automatically. There were a pair of stacked rows, each about 4 feet long, of button down shirts arranged by color. I began pulling them off the rack to show Kyran and of course the boy was suitably impressed. I have almost a dozen shirts that are antique, as in over 40 years old and needless to say I rarely wear them. There are also limited edition and thus collectable shirts. Many of the shirts are very elaborate designs. I moved behind him and gently put my hand on his butt as if to let him know I was moving behind him. I could tell right off that my suspicions were correct. There was no cloth when I touched him and the tips of my longest fingers were right at the inward curve of his butt crack and actually went in slightly. "Sorry," I said as I passed behind him but Kyran just chuckled. "It's okay, I don't mind Perry." He turned in my direction and watched as I moved in front of a stack of 5 drawers and pulled out one that was belly high and contained 3 dozen t-shirts; all of varying colors and all had dragon designs. "Wow," Kyran said for the second time. I pulled a couple out for him to look at and of course he held them up to see how they'd fit him, and they would. I offered so Kyran tugged his shirt off, allowing me to see his naked torso. It was nicely enough defined. As he pulled a shirt on I saw the waistband of his underwear and the beginning of a mesh pouch right at the center. I was definitely correct on my assessment. After checking himself out in a floor to ceiling mirror he took the shirt off. I asked if he wanted to try on another and he shook his head. "Do you have any, like, dragon underwear?" "I've got a couple different styles Kyran," I told him. "Can I see em," he asked excitedly. I pushed the shirt drawer closed and pulled the top one open and got another exclamation from Kyran. "Gosh you got a lot of underwear Perry." Indeed, I have to say that I do, about 40 pair give or take. The majority are trunks although I have quite a few regular briefs as well as smaller low slung briefs. I have almost every conceivable color as well as striped ones but no plain old tighty whities. Even the few white ones have a bold colored piping. I pulled out a pair of shiny rayon boxers. They were a black print with metallic red dragons throughout. I held them up for the boy to see and was rewarded with a big grin. "Those are freaking awesome," he said. I handed them to him and Kyran held them up in front of him and turned them, inspecting the garment from front to back then he held them to his waist as people do to see how they might fit. "You're welcome to try them on Kyran," I told him. He looked at me, seemingly surprised that I would make that offer. "Go ahead. Bathroom is around the corner," I said, pointing through the open doorway to another one on a far wall. Kyran shook his head slightly, handed me the underwear, then tugged his shorts down and stepped out of them. Standing upright he held out his hand for the boxers. He was indeed wearing a jock strap style underwear, the pouch a dark purple and the waistband black with the rainbow striping around it. Kyran stepped into the boxers and pulled them up over the nicely filled out pouch then adjusted the back. He then stepped in front of the wall mounted mirror and checked himself out. He then took them off and handed them to me. "Do you have any more," the boy asked, not bothering to put his shorts back on. I pulled out a pair of white cotton trunks with a red dragon that ran the length of the each leg from hem to waistband. Needless to say Kyran though they were pretty cool and asked to try them on, which he did. I practically stared at the pouch of his underwear as it moved about along with his body movements. He tugged the underwear on and checked himself in the mirror, turning so that I could admire his butt and his boy bulge. Kyran then tugged them off and as he handed them to me asked if that was all. It was not all. I anticipated the question and was wearing the last pair of dragon underwear. I nodded my head in response and unbuttoned my jeans then pushed them down to my knees. Kyran's eyes bugged open. I was wearing a pair of dark blue low rise no fly briefs. A white dragon ran from the left side, across my considerable bulge and onto the right side. I am a large enough man, 7¾ thick inches when fully tumescent. My balls aren't small either so between the two, or should I say three, things the bulge contained by the small pouch was pretty impressive. "Did you want to try these on too Kyran," I asked quietly. He looked at me and the nod of his head was barely perceptible. I managed to get my jeans off and as hooked my thumbs in my briefs and began to take them down Kyran did the same. Kyran stared because now my huge dragon tattoo was partially visible. We both watched each other and so I saw his boyhood charms for the first time while he stared at mine. Kyran had a small patch of black hair at the base of his uncut cock, the hair sparse enough that his skin could easily be seen through it. His cock was still soft but I detected it beginning to swell. His balls hung nicely below, a set of medium sized eggs held one below the other in a completely hairless sac. My own hair was kept trimmed down at the sides and top so it created a full patch of black hair that didn't encroach into the creases of my hip and pubic bones. I look pretty much like an average 14 year old. My cock hung fairly long and thick and my balls hung fairly low in a shave and smooth bag. "My gosh you're big," Kyran whispered as I handed him the briefs. The boy stepped into them and while they looked hot on him Kyran didn't fill them out to their fullest. Again, he turned to inspect his butt and so did I. The kid's ass was small and narrow yet the cheeks had some bubble to them. It was a perfect boy butt. "How do they look on me Perry," he asked when he turned to face me again although his dark eyes were mostly focused on my crotch. I could see the pouch moving. I dropped to one knee in front of him then slid my finger inside the leg hole to pull the bottom of the pouch down a little bit and grazing his balls in the process before standing back up. "Good Kyran, you look very cute in them," I said as I stood. "Thank you," he said then in a soft voice, "How do I look out of them?" I stepped forward and put my hands on his hips. "I think you look very good but I might need to have a second look." I went back to a knee and pulled the briefs down and got them off of him and he stood before me, his young cock on the rise. "You look beautiful Kyran. Good enough to eat." I stood up, tugging my t-shirt off then discarding it on the floor. Kyran simply stared. "So do you Perry. I love that huge dragon. Gosh I'm getting a boner," he said, looking down at his cock which by then was almost fully hard, a nice 5 inches of cock. His body wasn't perfect but there was nothing wrong with it either. He had a slight bit of baby fat at his belly but otherwise all the creases and crevices were where they should be. "It's a beautiful boner Kyran; I like it very much." Indeed it was and indeed I did. He continued to stare at my cock and commented on its lengthening and its beginning rise to glory. "Well Kyran, being in naked and in the presence of a very cute, naked and hard boy does that to me." Kyran grinned. "Well I've never been around a naked hard or a man but I guess it happens to me too." I smiled and nodded my head. "So, remember that part about good enough to eat," I asked him and the boy nodded his head. "Would you like to give that a try?" He nodded his head. I dropped to my knees in front of him and took hold of his raging hard cock and pulled it down. His swollen and red tinged cock head had been half covered by his foreskin and instead of covering or uncovering it I simply put my mouth over it and closed down. Kyran inhaled sharply then moaned as I moved my head to and fro, sucking his boner to the root before backing off. I kept my fingers on it and slowly jacked him as I sucked. My free hand felt up his balls, earning another sigh, then moved to grasp onto one of his butt cheeks to gently knead the soft bubbly flesh. "Oohhh man you're going to make me cum Perry," he moaned above me so I stopped and stood up again and looked into Kyran's half lidded eyes. "That was amazing Perry. Do you think I could try to do that to you?" I nodded my head and asked if he knew what to do. The boy grinned. "I been practicing on bananas." Kyran dropped to his knees and did what I had done to him, pulled my cock down but surprised me by licking all over the head first. Looking down on a cute boy while he works on your dick is amazing. The boy finally stopped then put his mouth over my cock head and closed down, beginning the process. Like me, Kyran held on to my cock with one hand while he sucked me, his other hand fondled my balls. The hot young thing lasted longer than I would have guessed but at 3 minutes he stood up, worked his jaw a little and said that his mouth was getting sore. I asked him what he wanted to do at that point. "I think maybe I want to cum, and watch you cum too then do some more stuff." "That's a splendid idea Kyran." I took his hand and led him out of the closet and to my king sized bed and tugged the covers down. I climbed on and he followed behind me. "Gosh your balls and your butt look awesome from this view Perry," he said, "and the tattoo is amazing." I wiggled my ass a little bit then rolled onto my back, Kyran coming on right alongside me. We each took hold of our own cocks and began the process which turned out to the most erotic jack off session I'd even participated in and totally surprised me. Kyran started moaning softly right off the bat. His right hand went to his balls and he began fondling them, tugging on the eggs, pulling the sac up the pushing it down using the palm of his hand. The hand then rubbed at his pubic bone and up to his chest and nipples and back down again. His moaning became a little louder, Ooohhh's one after another, over and over and was injected with bursts intensity that almost sounded like squeaks and squeals. Kyran's free hand went back to cup his balls, then took over jacking his raging hard boner for a moment then he switched hands again and put the now free hand to his mouth and sucked on his finger. Whether or not there was precum on them I don't know. Maybe he was pretending it was a cock or maybe he liked the taste of his cock on his finger. All I know is that he moaned even louder when he did it. Kyran would look over at me, his eyes practically shut from the feelings of lust running through his body. I felt my own orgasm building as I watched him, mesmerized by the boy. His free hand slipped down under a leg and back up to cup his balls from below. He tugged on the bag then moved his fingers closer to his asshole, not quite touching the puckered muscle, but close. That told me he was into ass play at least a little bit. Further it told me that I would most likely fuck him at some point. I had no problem with that what so ever. Every 30 seconds or so he'd quit jacking his cock and squeeze it, or push it down, or wrap his finger around his balls and his thumb around the base of his boner and hold it for a moment. Or he would simply rub the entire works roughly. Basically he did all those things that guys do with their cocks when they're hot and their cocks are hard as a rock. You all know what I mean. "God Perry I want to cum really bad," Kyran finally whimpered. He almost sounded like a frightened child but I knew there was nothing scary going on with him. The moaning continued and he tugged on his nuts. His jacking became more frantic, as did mine. "Ooooohhh shiiiiiit," he finally cried out, his high pitched voice almost sounding like a girl. I watched him slow his stroke, keeping his foreskin retracted then a small stream of white goo spit out like a pea from a straw. The glob hit his neck. "Fuck I'm cumming," groaned. Kyran watched me as he continued to jack off, his cock spitting out another glob of young boy sperm just as mine fired off at spectacular stream that landed on my chest. Kyran's eyes alternated rapidly between looking at my cock and his own ejaculation but his had moved into the oozing stage and not much of that. Mine on the other hand had produced 3 more streams of sperm that landed everywhere from my nipples to my naval with droplets of cum landing all over the place and more of the stuff oozing out of my swollen cock head to run down over my thumb and fall off onto my heaving belly. We both lay there panting for a bit, Kyran idly play with his balls while his other hand rubbed his fresh squeezed young sperm. He finally spoke. "That's a lot of cum Perry. Do you always make much of sperms?" I nodded my head. "Most of the time, yes." Kyran thought about that for a second. "Gosh I don't think I could swallow all that sperm. It would squirt out my mouth." He paused and seemed to actually blush. "I mean, if I was sucking your cock and you cummed." I smiled at the boy and asked if that was something he might want to try. He nodded his head. "So, when do you have to be home Kyran?" I swear that his face split open in a wide grin. "Not till noon tomorrow."