Date: Thu, 6 Aug 2015 04:25:49 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: The Mysterious Dragon Boy IX Tobbi Speaking I stopped dead in my tracks, staring at him. He must have sensed it because he looked up from a stack of shirts and caught me. He didn't smile though. In fact if he weren't so young looking I woulda thought he was havin a heart attack or something cuz he stared right back only his jaw was hanging open a mile and his eyes were big as saucers; like he'd seen a ghost or something. I felt the same way. I'd had recurring dreams about him for a year or so, since just about a year after I started getting hairs on my cock and making sperm. The man standing before me had come to me about once or twice a month as I slept. I had done things with him that I'd always wanted to do with another male but hadn't gotten that far in real life. I did however wake up frequently with my cock throbbingly hard and just as frequently jacked off while remembering what we did. There was no mistaking him either. The blond hair was a lot like mine, a sandy shade for most of its length but the last inch or so which was a half dozen shades lighter due to the south Pacific sun and salt water. From ten feet away his eyes caught my attention. An interesting light blue color, they looked wet, as though he'd been crying. He was wearing a pair of rayon board shorts, green with red panels on the thighs, and a bright yellow t-shirt, both with dragon logo's or imprints on them. I knew that beneath the shirt was a very firm and nicely defined body; the shoulders, chest and back adorned with a pair of multi-colored dragon tattoos. Under the board shorts resided a nice large cock, one that was bigger than my own seven circumcised inches. His face was as smooth as mine, there didn't seem to be a hair anywhere and from what I could see, his teeth were very white and straight, the only flaw a tiny chip from one of his middle teeth. A slender man, he looked to be slightly taller than my own five foot six and a half inches. Over all he looked like an older teenager and not a man who I thought to be somewhere in his middle twenties. We both seemed to come out of our trances at the same time, reeling our jaws back in. I put my best salesman face on and closed the gap between us a little bit. "Can I help you find something?" I asked him. He had started to answer when my twin sister Theresa came bounding into our stall with a cup of shave ice in each hand. "Here Tobbi," she said with smile, handing me a cup with the crimson colored, raspberry flavored (that I loved) ice mounding out of the top. "Excuse me, but did she say your name is Toby?" the man asked us, the look of shock returning to his face. "Yeah," I said, "two B's and an I." then took a long sip from my drink. We were at the swap meet at Aloha stadium close by Pearl Harbor. Not a huge thing like so many domed stadiums, it was where the Pro Bowl was played up until recent years. Every Saturday and Sunday as well as Wednesday's the swap meet is open there. It's not really a swap meet though because everything that is sold there is new. All around the perimeter of the stadium were stalls or booths made of easily assembled aluminum frames with tarps on the tops and sometimes the sides and back. Individually, they sold almost every manner of clothing one would need and in a variety of styles including lots of Hawaiian, Polynesian and Asians designs, as well as blankets, rugs & towels, jewelry and carved items, seat covers, CD's, phones and phone services, etched glass and the list goes on and on. Oh, and food. The most common stalls though were like mine, ones who sold t-shirts. The sign out front of most of the stalls said 5 shirts $20.00 and sometimes 10 shirts for $20.00. Although they were brand name shirts they were generally seconds and generally made of the more thin cloth. They came in every color imaginable with all kinds of logos imprinted on them or dyed into the cloth. My booth was a little different than most though, I sold mostly just dragons. I didn't sell just shirts either, although they made up a bulk of my stock. I had jeans with dragons on the pockets or curving down an entire leg. I had board shorts, underwear, some lightweight parkas, even classy leather and suede jackets, all with dragons. I also had beach towels, kitchen towels and pot holders, area rugs and wall hangings. There were small to large statues or figurines, painting & drawings, glass etched with dragons, calendars both wall and desk, posters, books and more, too much to mention actually. It was a unique collection and I usually did a very brisk business but for some reason when the man stopped to look at things there was no one else there except a customer that I'd just finished up with. The man reeled his jaw back in and his face relaxed a little bit and he stuck his hand out toward me. "Well, my name's Toby as well but the more simple version with a B and a Y," he said with a smile. We went through the local boy handshake ritual then both were quiet as though stuck for words. I kept sipping at my drink in an effort to cover my anxiousness as well as to maybe slow down my rapidly beating heart. This was him, the man I was suppose to be with, the man who would teach me about being a gay boy, the man who would love me. I knew it with almost every fiber in my heart. But he didn't and I was terrified of scaring him away. If I'd had my choice I probably would have just dropped to my knees and sucked his big cock right there in the stall. It was not that I'd ever done that but I had a pretty good idea about how to do it. I didn't want to freak him out or anything but then we were in public too. Besides there was still just that glimmer of doubt, that little voice in the back of my head saying, "what if you're wrong?" No, I needed to take my time with it, with him, but I also needed to keep him interested. "So Toby with a B and Y, you looking for a dragon?" He nodded his head and said that he collected dragons of all sorts and when I told him he was in the right place he nodded his head again. "Yeah, I can see that," he said with a smile. "How long have you been here, I've never see your booth before?" I told him I'd only been there a few weeks and he shook his head saying that didn't surprise him much. "I used to have a little booth in Lahina, on Maui. We moved here because, well, I'm not sure just why we moved here. It was my mom's idea and it was kinda sudden like. Our parents are sort of split up right now." People started coming into the booth so I had to excuse myself but told Toby not to go away, I'd be right back. My mind was reeling; it was sort of tough to stay focused on my customers. I'd found him, or he'd found me, the man who had frequented my dreams. I knew I was supposed to be with him but there was still the possibility that I was wrong too. I had to figure out a way to test him. "So, where you stay?" I asked him after I finished with my customers. When he told him I thought I'd die. "I bet your house is the one with the huge dragon planter on the front porch, right, with the bush in it?" He nodded his head, a surprised look on his face and I went on. "We live right around the corner from you, in the house with the ugly yellow paint and green trim." I was getting a little excited "Yeah, yeah, I know the place. You're right, it's ugly," he said with a laugh. "Hey, maybe you'd like to come over some time and check out my dragon collection," he told me and I thought my heart would burst right out of my chest. This was working out better than I could have planned. "Yeah, that would be ono," I told him, "any time is good for me," I added, not wanting to let the opportunity go. "Well let's see," he said, changing the subject a little, "what do I need in a dragon?" Toby seemed to think a little bit then asked, somewhat quietly, "I don't suppose you have any dragon underwear?" I did, but only one pair that might fit him and I was wearing them and I told him that but added quickly, "I can show em to you, there in the back of the booth," I told him, nodding to a far corner where I had a huge dragon covered cloth that could be pulled across the corner to give privacy so someone wanting to try on jeans or board shorts and stuff. "That is if you don't mind looking at a boy in underwear," I added, tossing in a little bit of flirt. "Looking at boys in underwear is my favorite hobby and I never pass up a chance to practice my hobby," he said, almost quieter than before. I felt my heart start beating rapidly again. I couldn't believe where this was going. It was like it was meant to be or something. I nodded for him to follow me and two minutes later I stood behind the part time curtain and Toby stood in the small opening. "Watch for customers for me Toby," I said then unsnapped and unzipped the beach jeans I was wearing and dropped them to my knees, exposing myself to Toby for the first time. I was more than a little nervous. My cock had started to get hard as soon as I started walking toward the changing corner and was already sort of pushing against the fabric of my underwear. I was wearing a pair of bikini style briefs, the kind with no fly. They were a bright red with two yellow dragons on them. The briefs tended to be a little tiny bit small for me but I liked to wear em cuz I liked how I looked in em and I liked how they felt on my cock and my balls. Of course they made me look bigger than I was and what boy doesn't like that. Toby all but stared at me as I turned to show him how my butt looked then turned back to face him, my cock getting harder by the second. "You look fantastic, Uumm, I mean the underwear, they look great. Of course you look pretty good in them too," he added. I told him thanks but didn't move to pull my jeans back in place. It seemed like time stood still and it seemed like I was suppose to stand there, just like I was, with a this stranger who wasn't really a stranger to me, watching me get a boner. "Do you have any of those in stock," Toby finally asked, breaking the spell and I shook my head as I pulled my clothes back into place. "No, I have to special order em," I told him. He nodded his head and asked if I could get boxers too and I told him I could. Then he totally surprised me. "I'm wearing a pair now, would you like to see them?" I nodded my head vigorously. Damn straight I wanted to them. We traded places and I watched as he unlaced his board shorts then pulled the Velcro fly apart and pulled them down then pulled his t-shirt up out of the way so I could have a good view. He was wearing a pair of yellow boxers with red dragons on them, which I though was almost too coincidental. What struck me most was that it looked like Toby had started to get hard, just like I had. I could almost see the outline of his cock head where it pushed against the cloth. "That looks pretty nice," I said, sure that I was drooling as I stared at his crotch. Like me, Toby turned to give me a bit of a show then stood there facing me, not pulling his clothes back into place. "Excuse me, I wonder if you have this towel in a different color," a voice said from the front of the shop. It was all I could do to tear myself away but I did and went immediately to where the customer was standing and dealt with her. Toby came out from the dressing area and went about looking over my stuff and more than once I turned to catch him watching me. I always smiled back at him. Theresa came from wherever she'd been and tried to help Toby but, looking toward me he told her gently that he was waiting for me as we'd been discussing some business. It was all I could do not to bust out into an ear to ear grin. I finished what I was doing and hustled back to where he was looking at button down shirts. I stopped and looked at him. "I think I have something that you'd really like Toby," I said and went out around the back of the stall to where our big delivery style truck was parked. Inside I went to a rack and straight to the shirt I was looking for. I grabbed it and all but ran back into my booth. Toby was waiting for me, smiled when I came around the corner. "Okay, turn around and don't look until I tell you," I told him excitedly. He did as I asked and I unzipped the dark plastic shirt carrier and pulled the shirt free like a prawn from its shell and held it up in front of me. "Okay," I said and Toby turned around. I'd seen that look before. About ten minutes ago actually: jaw on his chest, eyes open as wide as humanly possible. Of course I thought it was because the shirt was so cool. "Do you like it? It's a limited edition replica of one of the first designs that Hina Hina produced," I said proudly. The shirt I was holding up for Toby's inspection was white silk with Chinese dragons and swirls of clouds all through the material. The dragons were done in light shades of gray, their whiskers black with some black scales on their bodies but their prickly backs were done in red. I loved shirt and wanted one for myself but could only get the one that I had. And it was a perfect size for Toby. "Did you say it's a replica?" Toby finally asked in a very quiet voice. I nodded my head. "Yeah; there's an original one at Bailey's in Kapahulu, you know, the antique aloha shirt place. The price tag was over five thousand dollars. I'd kill to have it and maybe if my business goes well I can afford it some day." Toby was sort of shaking his head and I thought it was because he wasn't believing that a shirt could cost so much. Then he dropped a bomb on me. "I own an original Tobbi," he said to me. "No way," I answered and he insisted that he did in fact own an original of the shirt I was holding. "Where did you get it, I'd love to see it, can I see it sometime Toby?" I asked. I was pretty excited about it, so much so that I forgot that we'd already had that discussion and he had invited me. "How I got it is a long strange story Tobbi but yes you're more than welcome to come by my home and look at it. In fact what time do you shut your booth down?" I usually started packing things up by two thirty or so since the swap meet closed at four and I shared that with him. "Well, why don't you come by tonight after you have dinner; would that work?" I nodded my head. "Good. So; I guess I'll take the white silk shirt and, let's see..." He wandered around the booth a little bit and picked up a couple of button down shirts and an oversized beach towel, saying that the one he had was in tatters. He paid for his things then wrote his phone number on the back of one of my business cards, placing another one of my cards in his wallet. Toby then shook my hand and said that he was looking very much forward to seeing me later that day then left. As soon as Toby left my sister Theresa wanted to know what that was all about. I told her that I'd tell her later, that there was something I needed to do and she needed to watch the shop for me. I left the shop and headed left, cut through the back of a stall about a hundred feet down from mine then doubled back. Being as quiet as I could I unlocked the passenger door of our big delivery van and got in and relocked the door. I crawled through the opening to the back of the truck and closed the curtain then flipped on the over head light. Since most of my product was in the booth I had a fair amount of room, not that I needed much. "It's going to happen," I thought to myself, "it's really finally going to happen." My cock was already half hard, in fact it had stayed that way almost the entire time that Toby and I had talked. I rubbed on the front of my jeans for a moment then quickly shucked them along with my t-shirt and stood there in my underwear, my cock growing harder by the moment and bulging against the tight fabric of my briefs. "You're gonna get sucked tonight I just know it," I said, talking to my cock as if it were a separate person. I rubbed hard against the bulge, pushing my hips forward to help increase the sexy feelings that were causing my belly to feel like there were a million butterflies in there trying to get out. I grasped onto my stiffened shaft through the fabric and stroked it a few times before pulling the front of my briefs down enough to free my cock up. I cupped my nuts, still held in check by my underwear, and stroked on my bare cock with my other hand. That wouldn't do for long though. I wanted to be fully naked, needed to be naked with my legs spread out, unencumbered by clothing and with my stuff all exposed. I got out of my briefs and sat down on the foam chair that was back there for either Theresa or me when my uncle was driving us to or from the swap meet. Made of a thick piece of foam for the bottom and a thinner one for the back rest, it was the kind used for beach or picnics and stuff. I sat down and leaned back, my legs spread wide open and began to jack off, my eyes glued to my cock. I wondered if all boys looked on their bodies like I did. I mean, I loved my cock. I loved looking at my cock and my balls, seeing how they'd grown, almost too full grown man size. I loved looking at the patch of dark brown hair that had grown at the base of my beloved body part. I loved watching my hand as I loved myself, loved watching my mostly hairless balls rise and fall with each stroke. Sometimes I jacked off in front of a mirror, pretending that I was watching another boy and not myself. Often when I jacked off I went through a variety of different techniques. Sometime using a full hand grip, other times using a reversed grip. Sometimes I would use just a thumb and forefinger or two and work on the top three inches or so of my cock. Other times I would use all fingers and leave my thumb extended off to the side. Sometimes I would just squeeze my swollen cock head or slide my hand back and forth over it and other times I would avoid my sensitive cock head completely. If I was at home in my bed, sometimes I would get all hotted up and roll onto my belly and grind my hard cock, into the mattress or even a pillow, slowly undulating my hips to simulate fucking. I would do that until I was ready to cum then quickly roll over and finish myself off, watching as my sperm shot out of my cock and onto my belly, or sometimes even my chest. Often times I went through rituals. I might pull my cock out through the fly of my underwear or out through the leg hole. I've even pulled my hard cock through the fly hole and tugged my balls out of the leg hole or just pulled my balls through the fly and kept my cock fully hidden in my underwear. There were all kinds of things I might go through as a build up to the actually jacking off although at times I still jacked off with my underwear on or half on, the feelings being so incredible that I just couldn't wait to cum. Jock straps were a fun prop too. I loved how I look in mine, and as I got older, how my stuff really filled the small pouch out. When I first got my jock as a freshly minted twelve year old I couldn't even put the fucking thing on without getting hard. In gym class I'd have to wear it outside my underwear for fear of catching wood in front of the other boys. I wasn't alone in that one. More than a few boys wore their jock straps in the same way and I just knew that they were having the same problem that I was, that wearing the small, tight fitting thing just made them feel sexy as all hell. I usually spent some time playing with my balls when I jacked off, gently tugging on them and squeezing them. Sometimes a finger would sneak downward and tickle underneath my nuts or trail down to the beginning of the crack of my butt. Every so often I might even finger my puckered hole when I beat off and a couple of times I'd put something in there and sort of fucked myself when I jacked off but that was generally more work that I wanted to go through. This time however was a straight forward sperm out. I'd finally met the man of my dreams; I was pretty much convinced of that. We'd seen each other in our underwear, I was going to his house that night and if I had anything to say or do about it I was going to have sex of some kind with Toby, even if it was only to watch each other jack off. So, I tugged on my balls and jacked on my cock and in less than a minute I was rewarded with a mind numbing orgasm that caused me to moan out loud as my sperm shot out and landed along side my left nipple. "Oh fuck Toby, oh fuck Toby I want you," I moaned softly as I watched my fourteen year old cock spurt out jet after jet of warm white sperm leaving splatters of the stuff all over my belly. I loved watching myself cum, even though most of the time the feelings were so incredible that my eyes were only half open. I rang Toby's doorbell about six thirty that evening and he answered it almost immediately. I left my slippers on the porch next to a collection of foot wear and stepped into a world that was somewhat familiar to me because of my dreams and I knew what was going to happen, well sort of, and also knew what I needed to do. Toby was dressed in white cotton muslin, the crinkled style seen in the tropics. The shirt was almost a V neck but without a collar, the sleeves stopping just short of his elbows, the pant legs even with his ankles. Although I couldn't see it, I knew that the pants were tied off at the waist with a drawstring for Toby was dressed exactly as I'd seen him in my first two dreams. I couldn't be sure but it didn't look like he was wearing underwear either. "Welcome to my home Tobbi," he said as he led me into the living room. I was immediately taken by a huge wall hanging with two dragons facing other. Easily six feet across, the cloth that the dragons were on was black as night, the dragons done in thick gold thread. Raised up on hind legs and facing each other the two were situated sort of like lions on a coat of arms. All I could say is wow! Toby chuckled. "Yeah, a lot of people respond that way. From what I understand that belonged to the Japanese envoy to the US when Pearl Harbor was bombed. He was forced to leave the country immediately and his possessions forfeited. Dunno how true the story is but it does make a good story. The part that's definitely true is that the dragons are done in threads of real gold." I was definitely impressed and I told Toby that. We spent the next twenty minutes or so checking out his collection of dragon stuffs, Toby explaining some of the various things. His bedroom was decked out in dragons including bed sheets, bed cover, pillow cases and curtains. Everything was black with big white dragons on them. I was pretty impressed when he opened a closet door to reveal a rack of some fifty button-down aloha shirts in a variety of colors and all with dragon motifs of every design imaginable. He reached to one side and pulled out a dark colored plastic shirt carrier and hung it on a hook on the outside of the closet door. He unzipped it then pulled the cover off revealing a white silk dragon shirt identical to the one I'd sold him only smaller. It was the original that he'd told me about. It was weird, that shirt. Well, okay, not the shirt exactly, but how I felt about it. It was like finding something that I'd lost long ago and had given up any hope of ever finding again. Toby held it up against my chest and it was like there was an energy that passed between the shirt and me. "It looks like it would fit you perfectly Tobbi," he said, "Do you want to try it on?" I did want to try it on or more accurately I felt compelled to try it on. "Yeah," I said quietly, "Yeah I'd like to try it on if that's okay Toby." He nodded his head and I peeled my t-shirt off. Toby unbuttoned the shirt then handed it to me. "Here, you can see yourself in the mirror," he said directing me to stand next to his bed and face a tall narrow mirror that leaned against the wall at the foot of the bed. I got the shirt buttoned up then stood straight, looking at my reflection. The shirt fit perfectly. All of a sudden I was overcome by a wave of dizziness. I felt a throb at the base of my skull as though I'd been hit with something. My mind was all awhirl and I felt a sense of overwhelming panic. Then blackness. When I came back I was lying on Toby's bed. He must have taken the shirt off of me because, well, I didn't have it on. Toby was sitting on the bed next to me, looking down into my eyes and smiled when we both realized that I was okay. "Wha' what happened?" I asked him. "You fainted Tobbi. I took the liberty of removing the shirt because I believe that... well, I guess I have an idea about what happened." Neither of us said anything and in that silence I discovered that I had a boner that was so hard that it hurt. I looked to the front of my jeans and Toby's eyes followed mine. It was very obvious that I was stone hard. "This is gonna sound so crazy Toby," I said quietly, "but I need to cum really, really bad. I don't know why but my cock is so hard right now that it's like it's gonna just explode if I don't do something about it. Will you help me Toby?" I asked, almost pleading. I put my hand on his thigh, up close to his cock but not quite touching it. "Please?" Toby nodded his head, turned on the bed and unsnapped my jeans then unzipped them. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and tugged at them and I lifted my butt up to help him out. He slid them down and off then put his hand on top of the bulge of my straining cock and rubbed. For just a second I thought I might faint again. At another time I think that both of us would have liked to take our time and play at it a little bit but Toby sensed my urgency. He slid his fingers under the elastic band of my briefs and again, I lifted my butt and in a flash my hard cock was set free. After discarding my underwear Toby admired my body for a moment before taking hold of my cock and squeezing me. "You grew into a healthy boy Tobbi," he said and it was like he'd seen me before, when I was younger and my cock was smaller. I slid my hand up and felt the hardness of his cock under his cotton pants. "I want to see you too Toby, take your clothes off," I whispered. He stood up, peeling his shirt off as he moved and exposing the twin dragon tattoos. The front of his pants was sticking out very visibly and he quickly untied the drawstring and let them drop to the floor. He was beautiful, and he looked exactly as I'd dreamed it; big and hard and powerful. I reached out and touched another guys cock for the first time in my life. As he had done to me, I squeezed him and stroked a little bit as I looked him over. It looked like Toby must have shaved down there cuz his dark brown hair was a thick patch that wasn't much bigger than my own. His balls hung low in a smooth and hairless sac, the medium sized eggs moving as I stroked him. Toby bent slightly and took hold of my cock again and we stayed that way for a moment, both fondling and stroking the other. I rose up on an elbow and leaned forward. I could see the shininess of his leaking precum as I opened my mouth then took the head of his cock inside. My heart was beating like crazy. This was happening almost exactly as I had dreamed it, although the fainting was a total surprise. I swirled my tongue all over the fat head of Toby's cock and sampled his precum for the first time, picking up the salty tang. His cock felt so good in my mouth, better than any food or drink that I'd ever tasted. I tried to take more of him in but couldn't, I just didn't have the experience. I finally pulled my mouth off of him and lay back on the bed. Toby immediately dropped to his knees and took hold of my throbbing hard cock and held it upright then placed his mouth over the red colored swollen head. As I had done to him, Toby let his tongue explore the entire surface before swallowing most of me. I felt his throat muscles constrict against my cock head and moaned out loud at the feelings. "God Toby I'm gonna cum really fast. Make me cum Toby; make me squirt out my sperm." Never in my life had I ever felt such an overwhelming urge to cum. Toby would explain it to me later as we lay in each other's arms but for now the only thing that mattered was that I cum. Toby took my cock from his mouth and began jacking me off. It didn't take long. "Harder Toby, faster," I panted and then I was there. My hips automatically rose up off the bed and I shot. If the cum I'd had earlier in the back of my truck had been awesome then this was awesome times two. The first squirt of my sperm ended up on the pillow beside my head the next three in a line descending from my chest down to my belly button where the rest of the juice from my balls ended up. I finally relaxed back onto the bed, my chest rising and falling as I worked to get much needed oxygen into my lungs. My eyes were closed while Toby continued to slowly stroke me, milking the rest of my sperm from my cock. I opened my eyes just as his tongue snaked out and cleaned a glob of cum from my upper belly then sat up and licked his lips in an exaggerated manner. I giggled at his antics then put my hand on his cock. Toby reached into the drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a hand towel and cleaned me off, gently wiping the cooling cum from my body but using his mouth and tongue to clean my cock head. That was tough cuz I'm really sensitive there after I squirt and can hardly touch it myself. I giggled again and sort of pushed his head away. "Are you gonna cum too Toby?" I asked him. "Do you want me to cum?" he responded. I nodded my head. I did want him to cum. I wanted to see how much cum a man could make, thinking that it might be a lot more than me, a fourteen year old boy. "Scoot over then," he said then lay down in my spot and began to jack off. I told him I wanted to do it but he said that it would take forever so if I didn't mind he'd get himself there then let me finish him off, if that was okay with me. It definitely was. Toby continued to stroke his cock but I figured there were still things I could do to help out so I reached over and played with his big smooth balls, tugging on them, squeezing em and even leaning down and licking on em, which was pretty cool. "Want me to suck on your cock while you jack off Toby?" I asked him and again, he said if I wanted to suck his cock he wouldn't object. He moved his hand lower on his cock and slowed his stroke while I got in there and managed to get his cock head back into my mouth. Toby used his other hand to rub on my back and down onto my butt while we both worked to make him cum, me using mostly my lips up and down over the ridge of the head while my tongue licked at his slit. I guess my being there sucking on him helped because it wasn't too long before he told me to go ahead and make him cum. Toby let go and I took hold, grasping his somewhat thick meat in the middle and stroking it. My eyes were glued to what I was doing as Toby kept on rubbing on me and telling me how good it felt. "It's almost there Tobbi, go faster," he panted. "Yeah, that's it, oh God Tobbi, oh God," and then he erupted. The first shot hit his nipple and left a thick white four inch streak of sperm heading down toward his belly button. The second squirt was just below that. I had a momentary vision of that stuff being shot up into my butt and jacked him a little harder. After two more squirts he started dribbling his cum out so I put my mouth back on his cock head and licked the stuff as it came out, swallowing it and finally getting a taste of someone else's cum. Yeah, I'd tasted my own sperm before and I bet every boy in the world has done it too. It's almost like you have to, like there's some unspoken rule or something. "Okay Tobbi, it's all over," my new lover said as he gently pushed at my shoulder. I guess his cock was as sensitive as mine after he spermed. I watched as he grabbed the cum towel and cleaned himself off then rolled on his side to face me. I reached out and touched the tattoos on his chest. "I loved these the first time I saw em," I told him softly as my finger traced along the bright red ink that all but covered his right pec muscle. "When did you see them? You've only been here a couple of weeks and I haven't been to Maui for some time." "You're gonna think this is really weird but I been dreaming about you for over a year now. I been dreaming about this, about seeing you naked and having sex with you and you're teaching me stuff." Somehow I sorta felt like Toby would understand or maybe it was just that I wanted him to understand. As it turned out it was me who would have trouble understanding. Or maybe believing, I dunno. "No Tobbi it's not weird to me at all. Let me guess. Your last name is Findley with and E or an A at the end or something close to that. Your birthday is the same as mine, the fifteenth of September and I bet that you're gonna be fifteen. Your sisters' name is Theresa and you're twins, you were born first and I bet that the day you were born there was a hella storm, maybe the worst in many years. You love to surf and you're a pretty good artist and you have a grandmother who lives out in Makaha." I felt like fainting again. How in the heck did he know all that stuff about me? It wasn't all correct but it was close enough to the truth that it scared me. Actually it scared the shit outta me and my face must have shown him that. Toby put a hand out and touched my cheek. "Don't be afraid sweet boy, let me explain," he told me gently. Toby's touch was like magic. Any fear that I felt just disappeared as though it had never been there in the first place. "First though, tell me if I was right or wrong." "It was both kinda," I told him. "I body board but don't surf and I'm on the dive team at school, or I was anyhow. I can't draw very well but I can carve real good and my nana lives in Waianae not Makaha. Oh, and my name; the end is with an A and an E. I guess it's Gaelic or something but it sounds almost the same. You're birthday is really the same as mine?" He nodded his head. "What happened exactly when you put the shirt on?" I had to think about it for a minute. "Well it was like, uumm, maybe a favorite shirt I'd had before and lost it or something and had just found it. I felt sort like, joyous or really happy or something. That was at first. Then I got like a bad headache but not a headache exactly, more like I'd been whacked on the head. In fact now that I mention it I still sorta hurt back there." I put my hand back there and was surprised to feel a bit of a lump at the bottom on the right side. When I told Toby that his eyes got way big and he put his hand back and gently felt it. "What happened next?" he asked, his voice in sort of a hurry like. "It felt like I was drowning, I couldn't breathe and I was sort of struggling then that was it. I woke up with a big fat hard on that hurt like heck." He nodded his head as I talked. "You said that you'd tell me what that was all about Toby, why I was so hard and why I like, needed to cum so bad." He seemed to give that some thought then said, "What I'm going to tell you will be the strangest, most bizarre thing you have ever heard Toby. I need you to not be frightened about it." Amazingly I wasn't freaked out that, about what he'd just told me, in fact it was kinda like a relief sort of. "I think the last part, you're having an overwhelming need to cum when you woke up was because you had a near death experience. I've heard about people being caught in earthquakes or things and after it's over they're like horny as all hell. I've heard about total strangers practically fucking on the streets. "Near death experience! What are you talking about Toby?" He then went on to explain about a boy named Toby that he'd met for the first time a year before and then again just a few weeks before. He told me about how the boy had actually drowned over fifty years before and had been wearing that exact white silk dragon shirt that had caused me to faint. He explained about the similarity of our names, the fact that we all had the same birthday, were born on stormy days, and more. "So Tobbi," he said, "I'm not sure if you are actually Toby reincarnated, or the same Toby but from an alternate universe or even the exact same Toby. I'm not even sure if I'm a version of Toby or not. What I do know is that you are my Toby in one form or another. You look identical to him except that you're a year older than when I was with him before." Toby went on to explain just what "with him" meant, that the boy had been allowed somehow to return to the land of the living in order to experience sex or love or something. And now I was doing the same thing, although I hadn't been dead. Or had I? Toby got up of the bed and walked to his closet and I admired the tight slenderness of his butt. When he came back with a large manila envelope in his hand I admired his front as well; the flat belly, narrow waist, the small thick patch of bark brown curls at the base of the long cock and low hanging balls all of which moved with each step. I sat up as he poured out the contents of the envelope and allowed myself to be stunned when I saw the school picture of Toby. We could have been twins. I admired the drawing of the twin dragons, identical to the tattoos that adorned Toby's chest and back and had been drawn by the boy over fifty years before. Toby's signature at the bottom of the drawing also shocked me for mine was identical in style. On his, the cross on the T was like a large angled C, the tail of which curved back under his name and came back up to make the long side of the Y. Mine came up and ended to make a small i. My heart was beating kind of fast as we went through the things but as stunned as I was, I also felt sort of at peace or something. I mean, I wasn't freaked out by the whole thing. Then I saw the ring. "Oh man Toby," I said excitedly, "I lost this ring out at Big Beach about a month ago." I looked it over and found the very tiny gouge on one edge. "Look," I said pointing to it, "This is definitely my ring." Toby sort of shook his head. "My Toby told me about finding this ring at Big Beach and that would have been over 50 years ago." I was completely stunned by that. "There's something else," Toby said and got back up, went to his dresser and rummaged around in a top drawer and returned with a piece of cloth in his hand. When he held it up I could see that it was a Fundoshi, a Japanese article of clothing that consists of a string that holds a very small piece of cloth over a boys stuff. It's like a thong only much, much smaller. The pouch was a light gray and had a dragon in fiery red on it. "Awesome," I said as I took the offered piece of clothing and held it up, looking it over. "Do you want to try it on?" Toby asked and I smiled and nodded my head then slid off the bed. Like Toby, my cock had gone soft which was a good thing cuz there was no way my stuff could have been covered by the tiny cloth. As it was it didn't keep me in check very well, bits of my sac oozing out the sides of the small pouch. I looked in the mirror and see clearly the outline of my cock and the rim of the underside of the head as it pressed against the fabric. He asked if I felt dizzy or anything else, any weird feeling at all since I was wearing a piece of clothing that Toby had worn. "No, not at all Toby. In fact it's like when I first put the shirt on. It's like comforting or something like that." "Well you sure as fuck look good," he told me as I turned and posed for him. "You have the most magnificent ass in any universe. I swear you and my Toby are one and the same," he added softly. I wiggled my butt at him seductively then did a few sexy kind of poses. The whole thing was making me hard and I could see that Toby was affected as well, his cock starting to stretch out as blood became trapped in the long tube. I walked over to him, looked up slightly into his ice blue eyes as my hand sought out his stuff. I reached between his legs then pulled my hand forward causing his balls to rest in the palm of my hand. I kept the upward motion, his cock moving with me, until his balls were pulled from my hand and I was left with the rapidly hardening tube of flesh. I put one hand on his hip as I slowly stroked his cock and in barely a minute he was full on hard. I leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips, the first kiss I'd ever given to anyone outside of my family. I dropped to my knees in front of him and pulled his cock downward. God he was so beautiful. His cock pulsed in my hand as I admired his body, his balls hanging so easily between his thighs, one slightly lower than the other. He could have passed for a boy barely older than me. I moved my head forward and began licking him, running my tongue all over the silky surface of his swollen cock head and once gain cleaning off the sticky residue that came from his balls. I took the head into my mouth and worked my lips back and forth over the rim, my tongue in constant motion against his flesh. I loved the feel of Toby's warm hard flesh against my lips, my tongue. I loved the texture of his cock head and it seemed as though I couldn't get enough of him. I moved my hand from his hip to his balls and began playing with the medium sized eggs and was rewarded with a moan from above me. His balls were so soft and pliable, and heavy in my hand. I wondered if my balls felt the same to Toby. "Fuck you're gonna make me cum Tobbi," he said quietly as his hands touched my head and his fingers began working through my hair. The idea of making him cum from my sucking on him made me work even harder. I jacked on his cock as I worked on his cock head and about a half a minute later Toby moaned again. "Oh God Tobbi, I'm gonna cum," he groaned, "I'm gonna cum, oh fuck..." I felt his cock thicken in my hand and I swear the head got bigger too and then the warmth of his sperm was in my mouth, the liquid seeming to fill it quickly. I swallowed as fast as I could and it seemed like he just kept on pumping his cum into my mouth. It started to leak out a little bit and run down my chin but eventually it stopped. Well, slowed down to just an oozing. Knowing how sensitive my own cock head is after I cum I quit sucking on him but kept my mouth on him while I kept on stroking his cock, although I slowed that down too. He finally laughed and said, "Enough hot boy I can't stand it any longer." I let go of everything and stood up. Toby wiped his sperm from my chin, telling me how hot it looked then he pulled me into his arm and held me tight. "You are fucking amazing," he said into my ear. I broke out in goose bumps from his warm breath in my ear and it made me seem to melt into him. He seemed strong, confident and being in Toby's arms made me feel safe, not that I was worried about not being safe or anything like that. He kissed my neck then sucked on it and I heard myself moan in response. The feelings were pretty incredible. I felt a hand slide down my side, onto my hip then sneak between our bodies. He pushed the cloth of the fundoshi out of the way to free up my cock and take hold of it finding once again that it was full on stone hard. Toby continued to kiss on my neck then suck on my ear and breathe into it. God I was so hot I couldn't believe it. I'd never figured that either of those spots could be so sensitive. "Oh man Toby, make me cum again," I moaned, pushing my head against his kind of like a cat when it rubs on you. Toby moved me toward the bed and gently laid me down, still holding onto me and kissing me. On my back, he moved to my lips and kissed me hard, pressing his tongue against my lips. I opened wide for him and pushed my tongue out to meet his in a wide open mouthed kiss as his hand got busy jacking me off. I began moving my hips up and down, forcing my cock to help fuck into Toby's hand and then all of a sudden I was cumming. It happened faster then it had in a long time. I usually know when I'm gonna squirt but that one took me totally by surprise. I pulled my mouth from his and held him tight as I squirted at least five blasts of thick warm sperm. Toby went back to sucking on my neck and stuff and my body broke out in goose bumps and I swear I felt like I was cumming again. When it was all finally over I allowed my body relaxed onto the bed. Toby was considerate of my sensitive state and moved gently from above me and lay on his side, propped up on an elbow, and watched me recover. "Gosh that was pretty intense," I finally said. I let my head roll to the side to look at him and felt myself get lost in his eyes. He nodded his head. "Yeah, it was." He reached behind himself and grabbed the cum towel and cleaned me off, working gently on my sensitive dick head, then lay back down. I rolled on my side to face him, close enough so that our cocks, still half hard, touch each other as though sharing a secret. "Now what?" I asked him. He wanted to know if I meant right then or in general. "Both," I replied. "Well I guess for right now it depends on when you have to be home. In general though, I want you in my life Tobbi. I love you. I've loved you since our first meeting a year ago. You've left my life twice now and I'd prefer that not happen again, or at least not so goddamned soon." "So you believe that I am him, the boy Toby," I said, stating and not asking. He nodded his head and I saw his eyes well up and a single tear roll down his cheek. Funny thing was that I believed him. Okay, maybe more like I believed the concept. I didn't necessarily have any memories of a previous life but there was this feeling, this sort of peace of knowing that Toby was right. And! And I was pretty sure I was THE Toby. I wanted to explore the idea with him at some point in time but I felt that I was the one he had been with and not another similar boy from a different or alternate universe. "Yeah, me too and I need you in my life Toby," I told him. He smiled and pulled me to him. We stayed like that for half a minute or so, holding each other tightly as if afraid one of us would cease to exist. We finally rolled away from each other. He kissed me then thanked me for being me, for believing him, then asked about right then, what did I want to do. "I don't have to be home tonight. My mother is on Maui for the weekend so Theresa and I are sort of taking care of ourselves. Theresa knows about you, or at least about my dreams. We talk about everything so she knows that I'm with you right now and she's happy for me. So, I guess what I'm saying is if you want me to I can stay the night. I have to leave early because of the swap meet but I can stay the night." "Nothing in this world, or any other, would make me happier Tobbi."