Date: Thu, 25 Aug 2011 06:54:25 -0700 (PDT) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Tallons Little Fetish III There is a 4th chapter planned, after all, Tallon needs to get his cherry popped. I am also considering a stand alone story similar to my ENCOUNTERS WITH BOYS series that tell of some of the other boys that Blake has had stay with him over the years. Still in the planning stage however. In any case I hope you enjoy this chapter. Hugs, Tag_m ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I went through a pot of coffee while the clock ticked its way to 8:45. I decided to head upstairs to check on Tallon, maybe even wake him up although I really didn't have any plans for the day. Imagine my surprise when I found him still asleep but now on his belly with the sheets and blankets kicked off. His chest was resting partially on one pillow while his head was on another, his sandy hair all askew. His left leg was pulled up at the knee and his other leg almost straight out which provided me with the best view in the world. Tallon's dynamite ass bubbled up from the small of his back, the globes separated by the more dusky colored cleavage, the dark spot of his puckered muscle just barely covered. His sac fell away from that spot in large folds to form a hairless puddle of skin that held his medium sized balls where it rested on the bed sheets I felt my dick begin to thicken slightly at the sight, the urge to climb on the bed and bury my face in there almost overwhelming but I didn't of course. Not because of anything Tallon might think or say about it but because after 8 hours it was likely a lot more gamey than what I liked. Also, like me, Tallon was a morning person so his bowels and his bladder were likely to be full. No, I could wait on the rim job. I got a strong urge to run my hand up from the small of his back and onto those glorious orbs and linger on them a while. I moved over to his side of the bed and simply looked down at him some more. Resting at peace in sleep Tallon looked like the young innocent boy that he mostly was. Tallon's eyelids twitched slightly as he dreamed the dreams of a boy. While I didn't have the view of his balls from there I did have a side view of his incredible ass, the bare hint of his rock hard cock pressed into the mattress, and of course his adorable smooth face. The kid was model material there was no doubt about that. I sat down gently on the edge of the bed then reached out and cupped the closest cheek of his butt and gently rubbed it. I let the hand move toward the gluteal cleavage and play a little bit inside the dusky crack, exploring the folds of skin at the begining of his sac. I used a medium pressure, not wanting to tickle the boy into wakefulness, as the fingers moved downward until they reached his eggs. "Mmmm," he mumbled, "I love it when you touch me, especially there." His voice was soft and a little breathy. My hand moved back upwards, trailing in his crack, then fondled his butt. "Do you like my butt Blake?" "I love your butt Tallon, it's quite magnificent. I want to put my face in there sometime and eat you." "Mmm, that sounds exciting." The boy rolled over onto his back as he said it then went into a full body stretch, his cock having already achieved that part. I slipped my hand up between his legs and cupped his balls in my palm then gently tugged on the heavy orbs. Tallon propped himself up on an elbow, his free hand reaching down to squeeze stroke and push at his fully tumescent cock. "What are we doing today Blake," he asked then yawned big. I told him I didn't have any plans at all, that it could be a day of rest. Tallon seemed to consider that for a moment then said, "Maybe we could spend the whole day having sex." I considered that. "Well, I guess I could force myself to do that but I think we need to have a good breakfast before we start. Let's catch a quick shower and I'll take you to a little place that serves gourmet breakfasts." Food was always an interest to Tallon so the boy pulled his legs back then swung them around me and over the side of the bed and gave me a nice ass crack and nut shot in the process. He stood in front of me and stretched again, this time his stone hard cock practically in my face. I leaned forward and placed my mouth over the swollen head and suckled him for a moment which earned me a mumble of appreciation. I didn't stay long and when I let go Tallon said he was going to take a dump and would meet me in the shower. I gave it about 3 minutes then stripped my clothes off and went into the bathroom and got the shower started. I climbed in just as I heard the toilet flush and had gotten my body soaked down when Tallon came out of the toilet room and joined me. I thought, for the millionth time, what a glorious sight it was to see that boy naked. His body was perfect in my estimation; plenty of definition without too much. His body was muscled but not buffed up, all the lines and creases where they were suppose to be, most moving in a down and inward direction which brought focus to all that made him boy. In full repose his cock swayed slightly when he moved, the appendage along with its counterparts all in full repose. I felt myself thickening at the sight of him along with his statement about having sex all day long. It had been some years since I'd had that opportunity and pleasure, longer than that since I had such a desire. I wondered if I was up to the task then figured that I could probably put forth a good showing. Showering with a young teen is always a pleasure and an adventure and when the boy was as sexually assertive as Tallon was then it was even more fun. I washed Tallon first and as always started at the shoulders, working my fingers and thumb into the muscles and working out any knots. The boy moaned with pleasure, bracing himself against the wall so he wouldn't fall over. I worked my way down, by passed his magnificent ass to do his legs and feet then re-soaped my hands and went to work on his butt, kneading and rubbing the firm globes. When I first trailed my fingers up along his dusky cleft, Tallon stepped one foot outward to give me access to his core. I ran my fingers back and forth across the puckered muscle a few times, the finger tips pushing against the underside of his smooth sac and causing the bag to move, before concentrating the hole. Once again Tallon moaned my fingers slid back and forth or moved in a circle on the wrinkled flesh. "Are you gonna put a finger in me Blake," he asked, his voice already deepening in lust." "No baby boy, I want to put my tongue in there. To his credit Tallon didn't react to that statement at all. I re-soaped my hands and moved back behind him, my body pressed against his, my rock hard cock a definite presence against the crack of his butt. I reached around under his arms and began to wash his torso, my fingers focusing a little bit on his little nipples and making the nubbins hard. I worked my way down his chest and onto his belly, reveling in the tautness of him and the little creases of his abdominal muscles. I let the fingertip push into his moss then took my hands away to re-soap them. When I put my hands back, they were on his pubic bone. I felt Tallon's body tense slightly in anticipation of my touching his favorite body parts. My moved my hands downward, pushing the fingers into the creases around his genitals then moved the fingers together underneath his balls, and with my thumbs pushed together at the base of his cock I encircled the entire works. I pulled my fingers up, taking his balls with them and gently moving the orbs in a fondling motion. Tallon all but groaned at the feelings that were ripping through his adolescent body. I kept moving my hands up until his sac was stretched as far as it could go then gently let the eggs fall back down but immediately cupped them with one soapy palm while the other began to massage his raging cock. I stayed mostly off the head because I'd learned at a young age that, for me at least, soap on the underside of the glans when I was hard, burned and I didn't want to take that risk with Tallon. Still I slid up over the swollen head once or twice. I finally stopped, moved out of the way then pushed him back under the shower spray to get the soap out of his ass then turned him around and worked at rinsing the front. Tallon's cock head was red from the blood trapped in his dick and it almost looked painful. Once he was done I moved him over to face a wall and got to my knees behind him. I love rimming a young teenage boy and had been looking forward to taking Tallon on that journey almost since the first time that I saw him. I peeled his butt cheeks open like a shrimp, admired the puckered muscle of his most secret spot for a slight moment then put my face in there and began to worship the temple of Priapus. My tongue explored the little hills and valleys, pushed against the tiny indent where the muscle would open. Of course, Tallon's hole didn't look, taste or feel any different than any other hole I'd rimmed but it was his. It belonged to a delightful and beautiful young teen that I felt I might just be falling in love with and when Tallon moaned, that made it even more personal. He had pushed his waist out farther and moved one leg out which opened him up more but also made his heavy balls more accessible. I licked my way down along his perineum to the underside of his boyish honey jars, feeling the change in texture as I went, then pushed his balls around with my tongue. All of that earned more moans of pleasure. I licked my way back up to his hole and when I got there Tallon reached behind and pulled one cheek open even further. Since I didn't need that hand I reached underneath and fondled his balls as I rimmed him then moved my hand up further and took hold of his raging boy stick and began stroking it. "Oh fuck Blake I'm gonna cum really soon if you don't stop all that." I got the message which was that he wasn't quite ready to end the session with an orgasm. I stopped and stood up and as I did Tallon turned around and melted into my body, almost slamming his lips against mine and deep throating me. Of course I accepted the challenge. In the process of the kiss and hugging me Tallon was all but grinding his waist against me and that gave me an idea. I broke the kiss and gently disengaged from the boy and pumped a load of hair conditioner into one hand, rubbed it in my other hand then began to cover Tallon's groin and raging hard cock with it. "What are you doing Blake," he asked. "Patience grasshopper," I responded and of course Tallon didn't get the reference. I did the same to myself then put my hands on his shoulders and back him up against the shower wall, which of course was a little cool on his bare ass and back. I put my waist up against his torso and moved my hips a little bit, causing our slippery bodies to rub against each other with ease. It also pressed our cocks against each other and created friction on our sensitive cock heads as our bellies rubbed against each other. Tallon got it immediately. "Oh fuck Blake that feels really good." When I'd put him against the wall I moved my hands to his slender hips to hold him in place so Tallon had put his arms across my shoulders and onto my neck and back. Once I started moving against him Tallon tightened his grip a little bit and also started moving his hips. An acceptable method of safe sex, frottage is a really great way to cum. I prefer it in a shower because of the ease of clean up afterwards but doing it on a bed with lube is equally fun. Either way, young Tallon was learning that it felt great. "Oohhh God Blake, the boy moaned, and then the kissing started. The gentle sliding motion segued into a heavy pressured grinding; hips moving from side to side as well an undulating fucking motion. He kissed me deeply again, low moans coming from deep in his throat as intensifying feelings ripped through his young and inexperienced body. He broke the kiss and rested his head on my shoulder which gave me plenty of access to the soft crook of his neck. I began kissing and gently sucking him there which caused more moaning and shivering. "Make me cum Blake, I gotta cum," Tallon said hoarsely. His upper body was all but hanging against mine but his lower body continued to hump and grind. His hand went to my hips to push and pull, to give the boy some purchase for his own waist contortions. I was of the same mind and a moment later Tallon almost cried out and pressed even harder. "Oh fuck oh shit oh god," he groaned deeply and while I couldn't feel it particularly I knew that he was cumming. I was right there with him and a moment later my sperm was oozing out to mix with Tallon's. We continued to move against each other, both of us panting like race horses. The movement finally slowed and then stopped and Tallon and I just stood there holding each other while the adrenaline wore off. We kissed again only that time it was gentle post sperming kisses. "That was fucking incredible," he finally said to me. "Goddamn." We separated and moved back into the water spray and went about completing our hygiene. Tallon talked about the rimming and how he'd loved it and wanted to try the same with me. The frottage had been hot as all hell and something that he tried on his own. Like most young boy he had put a sock on his hard cock and fucked his pillow on a few occasions but of course it had been nothing compared to what he'd just done. We finally stepped out of the shower and dried off then Tallon went to his bedroom to change. We met downstairs ten minutes later. Tallon was dressed in black cargo pants and a red t-shirt with a skater logo on the back. Black and tan Sketcher's finished off the outfit. "You dress up pretty good," I told him then ruffled his hair causing the boy to practically beam. He hadn't gotten much praise in his young lifetime. We went out to the garage, the one where I keep the non-work vehicles. Tallon had not been in this building because there really wasn't any reason for me to go in there unless I was driving somewhere. Besides, the place was locked electronically and required a thumb print to open. Inside Tallon followed me to the third bay where my baby bird was parked. The 1955 Thunderbird has been purchased off the show room floor for my grandmother on her 50th birthday. She had loved the little car but hardly drove it. It was black as night with "fuck me" red interior which my grandmother laughingly said made her feel a little like a strumpet. When I inherited the car it had a few minor issues that needed repair, mostly due to un-use. The last time I had driven it the odometer had turned over to 22,000 original miles. Tallon fawned over the little 2 seater as we pulled the hardtop off and set its rack along the passenger side. I got it out on the concrete and let the engine warm up while I took a chamois to it to clean off the dust. Once the temp gauge was up I slipped on my aviator sunglasses and off we went. It was a beautiful cloudless day and as we cruised down the 4 lane highway we got plenty of stares and thumbs up. The T-bird always got plenty of attention. 35 minutes later we pulled into the crowded parking lot of the restaurant. A moment later we went through the front door and the owner greeted me with enthusiasm as did his oldest daughter Adrienne who had just finished with a customer. Jake had a brood of kids, all who worked in the restaurant through middle and high school. I'd grown up with "Jake" Jacobson, played football with him all through high school, drank beer with him on weekends, and we'd fucked many of the same girls. Hell we'd jacked off together often in junior high when he spend a summer month with us. I introduced him to Tallon who he greeted almost as warmly as he did me. We chatted while waiting for a booth to come up and once we were seated Jake went about greeting other customers that he knew. As soon as we were seated Jake's youngest, a boy named Tosh, brought us water. An incredibly cute little blonde, Tosh greeted me much the same way his father had. I leaned forward and in a very quiet voice said, "Your horse is gonna get loose." Tosh looked down to see that, indeed, his zipper was almost all the way unzipped and the boys' face went crimson. Shielding the action from other diners, he quickly zipped back up. He thanked me then added quietly, "Probably wants to be ridden," he whispered then turned and walked off. I could be wrong but it looked like he put a little extra swing into his slender little bubble butt. That was about the 3rd time the boy had made a flirting remark to me in the past couple of months and I was beginning to wonder about him. I thought Tosh was close to 13 years old by then and wondered briefly what he might look like in the buff. "He's a little cutie," Tallon observed and before I could answer our waitress came over. Another of Jake's kids Charlene, affectionately known as Charlie, asked how I'd been then gave Tallon an appraising look. We chatted briefly and asked what we wanted. I had my usual but Tallon didn't have a clue until a waiter passed by with plates in his hand, one of them carrying a German pancake. Tallon asked what it was, Charlie explained, and Tallon ordered one. Tosh came back with my coffee and orange juice for Tallon. "When are you going to let me stay at the ranch Blake," the boy asked in his still high pitched voice. Tosh was well aware that his father had spent time there as a boy, had been there himself when I'd hosted summer BBQ's or a day of sledding during the winter. "Well Tallon's staying there for the summer Tosh so maybe after that." Clearly he was disappointed. "Well, look Tosh, if you don't mind having someone else in the house I'll see what I can do, okay?" A huge smile lit up the boys' smooth face. "Cool," he said then went back to work. Tallon and I both watched him walk away. "He wants to play with you," Tallon said, leaning across the table to whisper to me. I frowned a little. "You think?" In response Tallon rolled his eyes. A moment later Charlie came back with 2 empty plates and a third filled with blintzes. The kitchen often used up the last of a batch of batter to make a complimentary plate that they gave to regulars or even the occasional celebrity that happened to be in the restaurant. Filled with various fruits and cream cheese, they were topped that morning with fresh strawberries and a cream cheese and whipped cream sauce. Tallon almost swooned with the first bite and as we finished the plate our breakfast came. The rim of the German pancake was a good 3 inches tall but beginning to deflate, the center a pool of butter. I explained the small condiment bowl of powdered sugar and the lemon that came with it so Tallon immediately spread it around the inside of the pancake then took his first bite. The expression on his face was one of bliss. A few friends and acquaintances stopped at the table to say hello as people came and went through the restaurant but for the most part the meal was completed without interference. Then Harry came over and sat on Tallon's side of the booth. The boy scooted over but had a worried look on his face. "How are things going," he asked me. I responded, using his first name, and said things were working out just fine. Harry then addressed Tallon who had a stricken look on his face as if he was afraid the judge was going to bite his head off. Harry had been quite stern with Tallon in the court room and the boy saw no reason for that attitude to change just because they were out of the courtroom. "I think I'm doing good judge," he said then figured that might be a disrespectful way to interact with the man who had a great deal of control over his life and added, "I mean, your honor." Harry nodded his head, said good, then returned his attention to me. We chatted a little and he asked if the usual suspects were going to be attending the July 4th BBQ and I said probably. "You gonna be there Harry?" He nodded his head and said that he and Matty, his wife, were planning on it. We chatted a little more and he got up to leave but stopped. "I'm glad to hear that things are going well for you Tallon. Keep up the good work." As he left Tallon all but stared at me. "You call him by his first name?" Clearly Tallon felt I was playing with fire by doing that and couldn't imagine the judge being a "normal" person. I explained that we were old friends and that speaking on a first name basis was a safe thing to do. "And he's going to come to the BBQ?" The expression on his face indicated that Tallon figured I must be daft. Or, perhaps, he was worried that the judge was doing to be watching him closely. I smiled and explained again that Harry and I were life long friends and that he always came to my summer gatherings. Tallon just shook his head in seeming amazement. We finished our meal and at the counter while I paid my bill Jake said that Tosh was bugging the hell out of him to come stay with me. "You guys are all coming up on the 4th aren't you?" One of the summer gatherings was done on the holiday, one of the few times during the year that the restaurant was closed. Jake said that they were so I told him I'd have a decision at that time. He thanked me, we hugged, and Tallon and I left, thoroughly sated. On the drive home I stopped by a wonderful little organic market and in the deli section had them make up a couple of roast beef sandwiches and a pint of their potato salad. I rarely like other's potato salad but it was so close to what my grandmother used to make that I couldn't resist. I added a bag of Rainier cherries to the order and we continued our journey home. I'd decided to take Tallon down to the river for a picnic and perhaps grant his wish of spending the day having sex. The dogs ran out to greet us about half way down the quarter mile driveway then ran quietly alongside all the way to the garage. After we got the hardtop back on it and started toward the house I told Tallon about my plan. Not to have sex but the picnic and hang out at the river part of it. The boy was pretty excited at the prospect. "I've never had sex by a river before Blake," he said with a bit of a leer on his smooth face. "Was that a statement or a suggestion," I responded. He said it might be a little of both. I put the things in the fridge to cool a little more while we went up stairs and changed, meeting back downstairs less than 10 minutes later. I was wearing a pair of board shorts and t-shirt, Tallon a pair of sport shorts and tank top. I grabbed some Thomas Kemper's out of the pantry along with an insulated carrying back and frozen gel paks from the freezer. From the storage room off the pantry I also got a couple of spoons from a collection of old flatware that I used for outings and often the BBQ's that I sponsored. I tossed those, the sodas and some napkins into the small backpack that I'd brought downstairs with me. I handed Tallon the picnic blanket I'd gotten out of the storage room and we were set to leave. With the dogs trotting with us, sometimes alongside and sometimes foraging ahead to investigate whatever caught their interest, we headed down the well worn path to the fields. The horses saw us and trotted across the open field to say hello. Tallon was a little frightened at first but I showed him how to palm a sugar cube for them so it was only a moment before he and they became fast friends. "Their lips are so soft Blake," the boy commented after one of them took the cube from him. I patted and hugged the behemoths and seeing there wasn't going to be anymore treats they and the dogs took off to play their "catch me" game. The dogs would chase the horses for a bit then the game would turn and the horses would chase the dogs across the field. They could do that for hours on end it seemed. Sometimes one of the dogs would pick up a scent and begin snooping around, nose to the ground. If the horse wasn't done playing one of them would gently nip at the tip of the dogs' tail to get his or her attention and off they'd run again. It was a hoot watching them. We finally got to the edge of the river and hiked along side it, Tallon more on the rocks and boulders that had been deposited eons ago by the glacier while I used the trail. The horses and the dogs followed along. We finally came to the edge of a 20 foot high waterfall that just about the northern eastern boundary of my property. A pool, easily the size of a 3 bedroom house, nestled at the bottom and at the other end, the river drained out, burbling over the rocks on its downhill run to the coast. But it did so over on the far side of the pool. A natural barrier of rock extended about halfway across the 50 foot wide pool so that the water was much more calm on our side. The far side of the pond and a good 300 hundred yards of the river was a sheer rock wall with lots of ferns, moss, and other plant life clinging to its surface and the little ledges that abounded on the wall. About 20 feet back from the river was a huge old weeping willow tree, its knurled lower branches easily as thick as a mans' thigh. A cabin, long since gone, had sat there a hundred years before so the tree was likely planted by its owners. The ground beneath the trailing branches was a mix of moss and grass, the moss being the more prolific. All in all it was the kind of scene depicted in the fantasy type of paintings common at the turn of the century and into the 20th. "Fuck Blake," Tallon said appreciatively, "this is freaking awesome." Indeed it was. Many a warm summer's day had been spent swimming in the pool and lounging around underneath the old willow, naked and hard. I'd dumped more sperm on that ground than just about anywhere else in this world, other than my bedroom. I'd sucked a ton of cock down there and fucked plenty of boys beneath the green canopy. I was hoping that Tallon would be the newest to spread his legs on the soft mossy ground. As if reading my mind the young hottie said, "What a great place to have sex. Have you ever Blake, had sex down here?" I shook my head in a solemn fashion and said, "No. Never." Tallon laughed hard and told me I was full of shit. He wanted to know if he could swim in the pool and I told him to go ahead but to not plan on seeing his balls or his dick for a half hour after he got out. He laughed again and began peeling off his clothes. Actually the water closest to where we stood was almost tolerable, especially on a day as hot as today was. The sun's march across the sky was directly above us for most of the day so the less turbulent water on our side had a chance to warm up some. Watching Tallon undress was always a pleasure and watching him wander around like a wood nymph was even better. He was without a doubt a delightful, beautiful, and wonderful example of early adolescent boyhood. "Come one Blake aren't you gonna join me?" I watched his delicious little ass as it headed for the water while I began stripping my clothes off. Tallon was already in up to his knees as I approached the pool and he commented that it wasn't bad. The pool tended to drop off rapidly about 12 feet out and Tallon discovered it by not taking baby steps, which was easy to do because the pool bed was soft at that point. So it was that he stepped too far and went all the way into the water. He came out sputtering and yelling. "Jesus fucking Christ." He got his footing and came straight to the edge of the pool, his arms across his chest. He looked back toward the pool as if it were following him and hurried to dry land and stood there. His balls were no longer hanging and his dick had lost 3 inches or so. "Cold huh," I said with a chuckle then grabbed the soda's out of the day pack and took them down below the pool to cool in the running water. When I came back I went into the pool about 5 feet and sat down. I could practically feel my nuts shrink up for protection, only because of the difference in temperature because really, it wasn't bad. It had to be 85° outside and the water that close to shore was considerably warmer than what Tallon had fallen into so all in all it was kind of refreshing. While I sat and soaked, Tallon had warmed up enough to begin exploring so I watched while the boy scampered over boulders and generally explored his surroundings and in the process his boyhood charms stretched back out to their fullest default state. I watched his cock sway as he walked climbed or descended and got more than one view of his dangling eggs as he bent over to explore something or stretched one leg out and up in order to climb. The hot little 14 year old seemed totally unconscious of his body and the fact that he was completely unclothed and that added a whole other dimension to the experience. I finally climbed out of the water and wandered around to dry off and eventually wandered over to our stuff in order to get the blanket spread out and lay down. So there I was, on all fours reaching out to straighten said blanket when I heard Tallon. "Gosh Blake do you shave your hole too?" Not waiting for an answer he added, "Your balls are all hanging. Man it looks inviting, looks good enough to eat." I started to look over my shoulder at him and offer a snappy comeback but before I could I felt his hand rest high on my butt and the rustle of the blanket as he got down on the ground with me. I decided to play the submissive so stayed in place like a show dog at judging time. Tallon's hand moved gently over the swell of my cheek and moved inward to cup my nuts. He squeezed, tugged and hefted the sac for a moment then moved his hand forward and got his fingers playing with my still softened dick. Needled to say it began to inflate almost immediately and didn't move a muscle. I was hoping that Tallon would want to explore rimming from a more aggressive posture. I felt him move, felt his hand retract to play with my balls some more then move back to my butt cheek. He pulled the muscled globe open, revealing the darkened center to his blue eyes and a moment later I felt his tongue tentatively touch the wrinkled flesh. The first few laps of his tongue were exploratory in nature and then nature took over and the boy went at it like a starving dog. His other hand went to my other cheek and he spread me as wide as my body would allow. Tallon licked and slurped over every bit of me and the feelings were so exquisite that I lowered my upper body and rested my head on the blanket. Of course that changed the position of my hole and Tallon took every advantage. The boy licked down onto my nuts, allowing his tongue to trail along my perineum. He slid a hand beneath me and took hold of my raging cock and began stroking it, skinning the foreskin back and forth over my now very sensitive cock head. It doesn't take a lot of rimming to get my heat level into the stratosphere and when that happens, I generally want a cock in my ass. Sure, I wanted to fuck Tallon, and very badly. I wanted to show him how fun and pleasurable having a cock moving in and out of his ass could feel but most boys are pretty reluctant until after their first time. Allowing a boy the opportunity to bury his hard young cock into an asshole first often sets up the scenario to get his own cherry popped. But right then, it wasn't about my fucking Tallon; it was about him fucking me. "Fuck Blake, you're right, that is hot," Tallon said in a breathy voice as he backed away from me. I rolled onto my back and as soon as my cock was exposed he put his head in my crotch, held my cock upright and began sucking it with as much enthusiasm as he shown a moment before. He was on his knees and bent forward so I watched as his pretty blond head bobbed up and down in my lap and his free hand stroked his raging cock. I let him go on for a few moments then suggest that he turn around and straddle my head so I could do the same for him. He did and a second later I had his cock pulled down and was licking the seeping precum from the swollen head. As I suckled him I opened my eyes and could see his nuts hanging inches above my face, a tantalizing treat, and above that his puckered hole. I moved my body then reached up and put my hands on his narrow hips and pulled down. Tallon lowered his waist while I rose up and a moment later I was licking his nuts then moved upward until I reached his hole. Tallon moaned loudly as I rimmed him and at least once he had to stop sucking me in order to assimilate the feelings that were shredding his body. I felt his fingertip rubbing at my cock head then felt a finger probing at my hole and a second later felt the tip slip inside of me. The little darling had used my precum as a lube. He went back to sucking me as his finger went deeper into my ass before sliding back out. "Tallon," I said, gulping for air, "there's lube in my back pack." The pack was within his reach to he latched onto it without having to move away from me. I continued to lick his hole and suck on his nuts a little until I felt the finger slid back inside of me, this time with a lot more ease. Tallon put his mouth back over my cock head and went back to sucking me as he finger fucked me. When we talked afterwards Tallon said that when he did that, put his finger in my ass, he wasn't thinking of it as a prelude to his fucking me. In fact, that thought hadn't entered his mind. It certainly entered mine. "Tallon, stop," I finally said. The boy did as I asked and immediately rolled off of me to see what the problem was. "Lube that dick of yours up and shove it in my ass." I was almost panting I was so hot to get fucked. I didn't get in that mood often but when I did... Tallon gave me a blank look for a split second, realized not only what I was saying but that I meant it, scanned his head around for the lube, got it and quickly slathered his nail hard cock with the stuff. I told him to smear some on my asshole as well and had pulled my legs back to give him access. Tallon moved in closer to me, one hand holding his cock and the other gently resting on my shin. His eyes were focused on what he was doing, of course, so what I saw mostly was the top of his head. I felt his flesh touch mine and the butterflies in my belly went ballistic. It had been over a year since I'd had a teenage cock in my ass. It had belonged to adorably cute Vietnamese boy named Tran who had been amazingly well hung for an Asian, particularly a not yet 14 year old Asian. At 13 Tran looked 11 and his dick looked like it belonged to a 16 year old. On the flip side he fucked like a whore. Tran had only fucked me because he'd never tried it. The incredibly cute Asian boy loved getting fucked and would do it all day long if given the opportunity. He was the only boy that could wear me out. Added to that was the fact that he was so attentive to my needs as well. He would wait on me hand and foot if I'd have let him. But that was another story. I felt the pressure of Tallon's swollen cock head against my muscle and then he slipped inside of me. Needless to say I told him to stop. Tallon didn't move a muscle except to take his hand from his dick. His eyes continued to stare at the place where his boyhood pride and joy disappeared. I knew pretty much what was going through his head. He was amazed at the feelings, amazed that his hard cock was finally caught inside of a tight warm hole and that he was actually going to get to fuck. Most boys' ultimate dream once puberty hit was to fuck; something, anything, and he was next in line. He moved his head up and looked at me, concern in his pretty blue eyes. "You okay Blake?" I nodded my head and said I just needed to adjust to him. He asked if it hurt and I said, some. He nodded his head and his eyes returned to the insertion point. I finally told him to go ahead but to go slow and as he started to move I told him to put his hands under my thighs to help hold my legs back. The boy did so and he watched, while I felt, inch after inch of his stiff dick as it disappeared inside of my asshole. Knowing that it was Tallon, knowing it was his first time, knowing how goddamned cute he was all helped to diminish the pain of having my body violated. I finally felt his moss against my ass and his heavy balls against my crotch. He looked at me again, his eyes almost closed as the feelings of lust flooded his young body. "How you doing baby boy?" He smiled and said he was awesome. "Well then, I guess you better fuck me." And he did. I certainly didn't expect the young virgin to last very long and in that process I didn't expect that I would cum unless I jacked myself off and that would take some work since my dick had softened to about half mast. Tallon kept my legs held back and started the process, pulling out some then moving back in. His thrusts were tentative at first, short movements probably caused by his thinking that he might come out of me if he went too far. That was true of course but he had a ways to go before that would happen. He'd get it in time, learn how the feelings on his cock when he was close to coming out, but for then he was still learning. And that was part of the fun for me; helping a boy to learn about all the nuances of sex and fucking. All in all though, I thought that Tallon did a credible job for his first time. The boy caught a nice rhythm, steady and moderate. He managed to pull out about half way before moving back inside of me. He even managed to move his slender but glorious little ass from side to side a little bit and thus change his entry angle, creating different pressures and feelings. I could feel his heat level rise as he picked up speed and began thrusting a little harder. His balls started to whack against my crotch a little bit, his breathing started to come a little faster. I decided that I wanted to try and cum with Tallon. I wanted him to experience the feelings on his cock when my asshole constricted against it as my body went through its spasm each time it pumped out another glob of sperm. I reached between my thigh and my belly and wrapped my fingers around my fully hardened cock and began jacking off. Tallon seemed to lean forward slightly and at the same time began thrusting harder, slamming his cock back into my ass. "Oh fuck Blake I'm gonna cum pretty soon," he panted. "Go ahead baby. Dump your sperm into me. Fuck me good Tallon," I crooned to him. Talking to the boy seemed to give him more energy, more desire. He fucked me harder, slammed into me hard enough to hear his heavy balls smacking against me. I felt his breathing get even quicker and in response I concentrated on my feelings, the image of his fucking me, and the movement of my foreskin on my sensitive cock head. It didn't take long. "Oohhh God," he moaned, drawing out the word god. Tallon's head reared back as he moaned and his hips continued to drive his cock in and out of me. My orgasm was less noisy albeit equally as powerful. My cock thickened against my fingers as sperm rushed up the tube then shot out, landing on my chest. Tallon's head had returned to a downward glance and it appeared that he was watching my fireworks and he kept right on injecting his sperm into my ass. My own balls unloaded another 4 jets of cum, each one landing a little shorter than the one before it until white goo was simply oozing out of cock head. I had kept my foreskin retracted in the beginning, allowing for sperm to fly where it would, but finished off by sliding it back and forth over the now sensitive head and keeping some intense feelings going for a little while. Tallon's movement slowed way down as if he needed to keep on moving or die, rather like a shark in the water, but he eventually stopped and knelt there panting like a racehorse. I continued to work my foreskin back and forth over my cock head but it was more about something to do that to coax more cum out, kind of like absently stroking your cock or playing with your balls after you cum. "You can let my legs down Tallon," I said quietly and he did, letting them drape over his thighs. He started to pull out of me but I stopped him, explaining that it felt good for him just to be there inside of me for a little bit. He responded by saying that it felt good for him to stay there too but had been concerned about me. I thanked him. It took another minute or two before he said anything. "That was fucking awesome Blake," he said, meaning every word of it. "I can't believe how that felt. Your ass is so tight on my dick and when you came I could feel it; it was like your asshole gripped me or something." I explained how that worked and told him that I could feel him cum as well, not so much the feel of his sperm as it shot out inside of me but his cock pulsing. He then constricted those muscles and before he could ask, I told him I could feel it. The boy thought that was pretty interesting. We both felt his cock shrinking and before we could really do anything about it, the thing squished out of my ass like a watermelon seed. Tallon leaned forward, put his hands on the blanket next to me and put his head down so that we could kiss, which we did. It was a series of little kisses, the post orgasm kind. I put my hands on his back and down onto the orbs of his glorious ass and asked him if he'd had fun. The shit eating grin said it all but he added some words to it anyway. I could feel his sperm starting to leak and said that I needed to get off the blanket or it was gonna get wet and sticky so Tallon rolled off one way and I rolled the other then got to my knees and walked over to the pool and stepped in a couple of feet and sat down. Tallon joined me. "So, does it hurt a lot when a cock first goes in you?" Clearly the boy was curious and I knew it was more than idle curiosity. He'd already said that he wanted to try it, to have me fuck him, so he was gathering information. As I cupped water from the pool onto my chest and belly to clean off my cum I explained the process to him, was honest with him, but added that had I allowed him to spend more time finger fucking me it would have had two effects. One, it get me hotter and two, it would prepare me better for his cock as he added a second and maybe even a third finger. Tallon seemed to understand the concept and then just sat next to me in the water. I put my arm across his shoulder so he leaned against me, his arm around my waist. After a little resting I moved and rolled my hips over so that I had access to my asshole and put my hand down there to rub water back and forth over the muscle and hopefully clean off any residual sperm. Tallon took the opportunity to do the same with his cock, cleaning off the lube as well as my bodily fluids which, thankfully, didn't include anything of a darker nature. We got out of the water and sat on the moss in order to dry off a little bit and Tallon yawned. "Gosh Blake, having sex makes me sleepy." I said that was common for people in general and that I too could use a little afternoon nap. Once our bodies were mostly dry we adjourned to the blanket, moved it further under the willow tree in the shade then lay down. Tallon snuggled backwards into me and promptly drifted off. I was right behind him, literally and figuratively and a moment later was dreaming.