Date: Mon, 8 Nov 2010 04:03:32 -0800 (PST)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Oracle

Once again, a story generated by a dream, specifically the first scene in
the tent. This story is along the same vein as THE MYSTERIOUS DRAGON BOY
which I posted on 2.19.07 and Arrynn posted on 4.15.10. It has a bit of
"other world" feel to it without being categorized as fantasy. Anyhow, I
hope you enjoy it.

Hugs,
Tag_m


Do you believe in fate? How about preordained occurrences? Do you buy off
on crystal ball gazers who profess to be able to tell your fortune; for a
small fee of course?

I didn't either. Oh sure; there had been those coincidences or déjà vu
moments that most of us experience but beyond that, no I don't believe in
any of it. Or, I should say, I didn't believe in any of it. When I look
back on it the whole thing reminded a little of Robert Heinlein's "The
Glory Road".

I had been hanging out on a naturist beach outside of Malaga but that
wasn't where it started, of that I am now pretty sure. I'd been a chubby
kid all my life. Okay, that's not true; I'd been a fat kid. I first got the
notion of Malaga from a naturist magazine that I'd found alongside one of
those commercial trash bins behind a strip mall. I picked it up and, always
on the alert for a good stroke book; I'd stuffed it underneath my school
blazer and taken it home. I was a typical, if fat, horny 15 year old and
was plenty taken by photographs of the naked and beautiful people; women
and girls as well as boys and men. But I was also quite taken by the sandy
beaches. So, after squirting out globs of young cum, I'd look back through
the magazine focusing on the white sandy beaches and dreaming about being
thin and walking along those beaches with other golden skinned people. I
began searching for information about the area and thus my fascination with
it grew.

I went to college right out of high school where I'd been more
accepted. Well, that's not quite true either. I think ignored instead of
being picked on probably better describes my situation. I'd been teased
quite a bit throughout my middle and high school years and while I have no
proof, I believe that it was worse in the exclusive private school that I'd
had to attend than it would have been in public school. Be that as it may,
college was less stressful. My parents had become aware of my interest in
Spain and made some subtle, and not so subtle, promises of a European trip
after I graduated from college. There was a catch to it however which was
that I lose weight, and enough of it, so that I looked the part of the
successful young executive that I was destined to become, in one of my
father's companies of course.

So it was that I became immersed in exercise and becoming healthy. By the
time I started my junior year I'd lost enough weight and packed on enough
muscle to make heads turn if I went shirtless and because I ended up on the
college swim team I had plenty of opportunity to be shirtless. I also
discovered that beneath all that fat was an attractive and desirable young
man. An even 6 feet tall, I tipped the scales at 180 and was solid as a
rock. Because of swimming I kept body hair at a minimum but even then I was
fairly smooth and at 22 still passed for 16. By the time I graduated my
sandy blond hair had grown out some. Despite large ice blue eyes and I'm
told, a pouty mouth that girls (and boys) long to kiss, I was still a
virgin, well, almost.

During a summer break after my sophomore year and well into my
metamorphosis I managed to get hooked up with the son of one of my father's
business partners. The kid had been one of my tormentors when he was 11 and
12 but had a different story when he was 14. Jamison had always been
spoiled rotten and was thusly somewhat aggressive in getting what he
wanted. Very pleased with the changes I'd made and figuring that I was
still an easy mark he managed to seduce me at a summer party at his
father's horse ranch. It happened in the hay loft and started with a mutual
jack off session, Jamison having hauled out a fuck book that he wanted to
show off. One thing led to another and we ended up on a horse blanket in
the hay with our pants and underwear down to our ankles and dress shirts
pulled up to our chests.

"Fuck Aiden I never knew you had suck a nice cock," the boy said. As much
as I wanted to I didn't comment on his behavior the previous few
years. "How big is it anyway," he asked as he reached over and took hold of
my stiffened shaft and stroked me. The last time I'd measured it about age
16 it had been just over 8 inches and I told him so. "Mine's a little over
6," the boy said with pride so I reached over and did the obligatory
squeeze and stroke which seemed to please him greatly enough to tell me how
good it felt.

We proceeded to do the deed, side by side on the blanket, each watching the
other. Jamison came first, spurting out a fair amount of cum onto his heavy
belly. I hadn't jacked off for a couple of days so when I came the first
couple of shots ended up on my chest. It was one of those droplet cums and
not a solid glob so by the time it was over my chest and belly were both
splattered with droplets, some the size of half dollars, much of them
smaller. When it was all done and we'd gotten our breath back Jamison said,

"How about spending the night?" So I did. I gave and received my first blow
job and given how well Jamison performed I had guessed that the boy had
been getting in some practice. I discovered that I really liked sucking a
hard cock. I also discovered that I enjoyed having a young boy suck on
mine. In fact I had enjoyed almost every aspect of the situation including
looking and touching. I think the big realization though was that I liked
boys.

I had not dated at all, ever. In high school I assumed that no girl would
want to go out with a fat slob so I didn't ask. I barely had fantasies
about girls. Being with Jamison made me look at the truth, and that was
that I was attracted to boys, my being fat had only been an excuse to not
date.

Regardless of my discoveries or the loss of weight I continued to not date
or try to mess around with other guys instead concentrating on school and
working out. My jack off fantasies centered more around boys however. I
graduated in the top 10 of my class, lost 130 pounds and had earned my
European trip. My parents had a cottage on Long Island so I spent the first
couple of weeks out there and didn't put a stitch of clothing on unless I
left the walled property. I was bound to hit the nude beaches with a tan
that looked like I belonged and not a chicken skinned tourist.

My father had graciously allowed me the entire summer to myself with the
understanding that I would return to school in September for my master
degree. While my family was quite wealthy and everything was paid for it
was understood that there was still a budget and I was entrusted to use
"good sense". So, off I flew to Europe, Spain specifically, and was
ensconced in a modest hotel on Play d Muerto a hop skip and jump from
Malaga.

I was enthralled from the very beginning. Being free from the confines of
clothing was very liberating, very different from the somewhat stuffiness
of my childhood. My parents would have shit their silk undergarments had
they known. Too, it was good for my body image issues. Sure I'd lost the
weight but still it would take some time before my inner fat boy also got
skinny. Being naked around strangers of both sexes and all ages was good
for me all the way around although standing around talking with naked
strangers took a little bit of getting used to.

I was wandering around on Saturday morning, 6 days after I'd gotten to
Malaga. I'd noticed a lot of activity the day before at a large city park
close to the beach; people putting up large tents and things. On Saturday
morning it had taken on a carnival slash swap meet feel with people hawking
all kinds of things from souvenirs to food and everything in between. I
noticed a lot of activity at a large tent toward back of area and wandered
down that way to see what the commotion was about.

While many of the tents were white, a fair amount were quite colorful as
well but the large tent that I approached was in its own category. The
material was a soft rose color that had symbols of a mystical nature, in
black, tossed here and there over the entire surface including the domed
top. A rectangle sign hung from the peak that said "Know your future," in
Spanish.

There were quite a few people milling about, talking softly, some
excitedly. "Well, he told me," I heard a middle aged woman start to tell
her companion. "Franco said..." a young man was telling a small group of
people that he appeared to be with. I didn't really listen because I felt
compelled to get closer to the entry way into the tent, hoping to find a
sign that told me what the attraction was. I'd already figured out that it
was a fortune teller, or seer, or whatever one wanted to call such a
person. Despite the throng of people they seemed to sort of move out of my
way until I was standing at the tent's entryway, a hole that was protected
by a large flap that was held up by a couple of poles in concrete
weights. There was not sign but there was a small table with stacks of
flyers on it, each stack in a different language, being watched over by a
giant of a man clothed in what looked like something out of Arabia. I took
a flyer from the English pile.

In bold print along the edges of the paper were a variety of slogans but at
the top was; Know Your Future. Know Your Past. Discover hidden secrets that
may change your life. Will you be rich? Will you have a dozen children?
Will you live to an old age?

"These questions and more may be answered by Durriken, the most sensational
seer of all the world." There was more but I was caught by the slightly
grainy image at the center of the paper. Durriken, if that was his name,
was only a boy. It was a bust shot, shoulders & head, and was difficult to
tell but he looked somewhere between the ages of 11 and 14. As I stood to
the side reading the flyer an older woman was exiting the tent, being
guided by another woman perhaps in her 20's. A couple of other people
started to gather around the old woman and then she fainted, or appeared to
faint, an arm went across her forehead in that classic dramatic move and
she began to fall. She was caught by the people who had approached her and
led off through the crown.

Had I seen this at some similar get together in America I would have
written it off as a nice bit of theatrics but a stirring of butterflies in
my stomach prevented that. I had a compelling urge to hear what Durriken
might have to say to me. It did not occur to me, this notion of seeing a
fortune teller, for that is really what he was about, would have been
totally foreign to me and even scoffed at under any other circumstance. As
I stood there the urge to see this person began to well inside of me, much
like an addicts urge to use I would assume. The feeling became a compulsion
so I approached the young woman that had led the fainting lady from the
tent. She had called out a name and was being approached by a middle aged
couple.

"Excuse me," I said to her and she turned toward me. "How can I get to see
this person?" I said, holding the paper for reference. The girl looked me
up and down then told me to wait, she would be back, then escorted the
couple through the heavily beaded doorway into the tent. As I stood there
waiting I looked at the flyer and of course at the picture of the boy,
Durriken. Something was niggling at the back of my brain, something
familiar about this situation or him that I couldn't put my finger on.  My
anxiety mounted as I waited and finally the girl came back out. She looked
around, saw me and came forward.

"Come back tomorrow at 2pm." She delivered the message in rather a curt
tone then started to turn away.

"No, please, I can't wait until tomorrow," I said and extended my hand as
if to stay her, my anxiety by then a rush in my body.

I didn't see the giant move. One second he was standing 10 feet away and in
the next he was standing between me and the girl glaring down at me, a
snarl on his craggy face and his ham like hands ready to grab onto me. The
girl said something in a foreign language, the tone indicating that it was
a command. The giant relaxed immediately and stepped aside. The girl had
turned around then stepped up to me. The expression on her face now seemed
to express understanding and in a quiet voice she said,

"Tomorrow. At 2 pm." She gave me a brief hint of a smile then turned away,
walked to the tent and went inside. The giant went back to where he was. I
looked around and saw people stepping away from me, staring at me. I
decided that I needed to be away that place and headed back in the
direction I had come from, the crowd again parting for me although this
time it seemed more like fear on their part

I wandered around aimlessly, wondering about what had happened, the
feelings I'd had, the behavior I'd exhibited. I had never taken a stand
like that in my life. I had never been the one to stand out, to make waves,
to bring attention to myself or defend myself during the incessant teasing
of my childhood. Yet I had extended myself and in the processed placed my
health at risk. I don't know what that giant of a man would have done to me
if the girl hadn't been there.

I found myself at the nude beach, not remembering the decision to go there,
and since I had my beach stuff in a canvas carry bag I stripped and lay
down on my towel. After 30 minutes in the blazing sun I grabbed my wallet
from my bag and wandered up to a small convenience store that sat at the
edge of the beach. They carried a variety of things that people might need
such as snacks, soda, lotions, candy, that sort of thing. There weren't but
a few people there including the naked woman behind the counter. I headed
toward the cooler for a bottle of water and almost stopped in my tracks.

Leaning against the wall with a bag of candy in one hand and a single piece
in the other was a Japanese boy. He looked about 14, that assessment based
on his cock and pubic moss. He was wearing a pair of bikini briefs that
were of a mesh material so his boyhood charms were pretty much open for
viewing. His cock was pointing to his left hip, the head almost reaching
it. He appeared to be circumcised for the underside ridge of the head was
plainly visible. He looked above average based the few Asian's I'd seen,
long and somewhat thick, the balls that were held in place seemingly of a
medium size.

Like many Asians he was thin, his belly flat and sloping into a nice
classic V. His chest looked nicely enough defined although he was wearing a
shirt that resembled a jean jacket, opened, so it covered a fair amount of
the chest. He looked up and saw me standing there, less than 10 feet from
him, and the boy smiled. He was cute as the dickens. I watched his eyes
drop to my cock which of course was at full hang and I swear that one of
his thick black eyebrows arched upward. I went to the cooler and snagged a
bottle and cracked it open right there, all most along side the boy. He had
turned to watched me, still leaning against the wall.

"You look Hot." He said, a statement not a question.

"Thank you," I responded then took another long drink of water. The boy
smiled.

"That wasn't what I meant."

"One can dream can't one?" The banter was a little unusual for me, much
more forward.

"Yes, one can and sometimes dreams can come true." He paused for a moment
then asked, "What's your name?"

"Aiden."

"I'm Nathan, Aiden, nice to meet you." I returned the compliment and he
turned away as if to leave.

"Maybe I'll see you around," I said and he turned back toward me, looked
right at my crotch and then my eyes and said,

"I sure hope so." He turned back around and started to walk away and I all
but stared at his ass. The underwear were as skimpy in the back as they
were in the front left a great deal of muscled flesh outside the cloth. The
boys' ass was to die for, believe me and as he walked away it seemed that
he put a little extra sway into it. Later, as I was packing up to leave, I
saw him again. This time he was fully naked and walking in my direction
although not necessarily to me. Freed up from the confines of his underwear
his cock hung gently in front of him, swaying slightly as walked along the
sand. His balls were at full hang as well and as he got close I could see
that they appeared smooth and hairless. The patch of pitch black moss at
the base of his boyhood charms seemed small and for a brief moment I
wondered if he trimmed. He was a fine specimen of boy and I felt
butterflies just looking at him.

He glanced up and saw me all but staring at him and smiled then altered his
course slightly and stopped in front of me.

"Hello Aiden," he said, and I noticed his voice was starting to deepen into
young manhood.

"We meet again Nathan," I responded. He nodded his head.

"We do, although this isn't what I had in mind when we parted last time. I
was thinking about somewhere less," and he paused, "Conspicuous." His hand
absently scratched at his balls.

"How long will you be staying here," I asked him and the answer was another
week. "Perhaps we can plan something less," and I paused, "Conspicuous." He
smiled again.

"That would be supremely fantastic," he said. "My parents are planning a
side trip to Seville and I'm not going, so, maybe then." I asked him when
and he said Thursday and this was Monday.

"So, maybe we can meet here on Thursday morning, about 10." He said that
he'd be there.

"That would be supremely fantastic," I told him with a grin. I watched him
walk, continuing on his original journey, admiring his delicious ass. He
looked over his shoulder and smiled at me then kept going. Later, after a
long hot shower, I jacked off thinking about the boy. Clearly our meeting
wasn't going to be about Let's get a milkshake. Okay, it could be, but a
different kind of milk and shake.

I slept well but dreamed about Durriken although I didn't remember it being
sexual. What I did remember was that I'd dreamed about the boy before. It
seemed to me that he'd appeared a couple times the past year and, I
thought, before that eve. It made me wonder about its significance or the
significance of our 2 o'clock meeting. I had random thoughts about it
during the day and when I did the low level anxiety started.

So it was the next day that I was walking through the park toward that
meeting. There was still a larger crowd around that tent than any of the
others and again, the anxiety started from 200 yards away. I have to say it
wasn't particularly an uneasy feeling by any means, just the feeling that
something important was going to happen. Again, the crowd sort of parted to
allow me through although it was weird because no one was looking at me or
anything. People just seemed to change their position slightly which
allowed me to pass by them and in a few minutes I was standing at the front
of the crowd, people milling around me, waiting. At precisely 2 pm the girl
came out of the tent, seeming to know exactly where I was standing because
she came right up to me.

"The Oracle is waiting for you, please follow me." And I did. There was
another tent inside the tent and from what I could see it created a walkway
area of about 5 feet between the two. The entry way into the smaller tent
was more toward the corner and not the center like the large one. It was a
strategic move that offered privacy and protection. While I couldn't see
down the opposite side I assumed that there were guards there as well for
where I was standing, 2 large men stood at attention, positioned so that
they could see along the front and side perimeter areas. I wondered just
how famous and possibly infamous this young seer was. I followed the girl
into the second tent.

There was a canvas curtain creating a sort of waiting area and once again,
a large guard was stationed just inside the tent flap. A small chair sat
empty off to one side and I was invited to wait there. The girl went around
the end of the curtain and I eventually heard faint voices, soft as though
spoken through a wall or door. A moment later the girl returned and asked
me to once again follow her. Around the canvas curtain was yet another one
and around that a third one and together they created a zigzag like maze
for it was possible to go in 2 different directions every time I rounded a
curtain. We finally reached what I assumed was the center of the tent, an
area about the size of a bathroom. There was a glass topped table there, an
older woman sitting in a chair to one side and a young boy sitting almost
opposite of her but not quite. A third chair sat empty, equa-distant from
the other two, somewhat like the positions on a peace symbol. A number of
things struck me simultaneously.

The room was softly lit, enough light to not have to fumble around but also
blur the finite details of the chamber. The boy was pale, his long hair an
almost unnatural black that hung just about in his eyes and beyond his
shoulder blades in the back. He looked extremely cute, a button nose and
large pale eyes. Another thought was the woman was covered or dressed in
robes, not unlike a Muslim woman, but they seemed of various colors. It was
quite warm in the chamber despite a breeze coming through the vents at the
peak of the tent. My anxiety was completely gone and I felt relaxed. Lastly
the boy, who appeared to be somewhere between 12-14 years old, was
completely naked. He waved me to the empty chair and I sat down, trying not
to look through the glass top at his boyhood charms which were right there
for the looking.

The boy looked at me and spoke in a language that I didn't understand-I
spoke 3 languages well enough to get by in their respective countries. He
had a pleasant voice, not quite the high pitch of a pre teen although
closer to that than the deeper voice of adolescence.

"The Oracle wishes to know what brought you to him." I shrugged my
shoulders and explained that I couldn't explain it, that as I walked
through the park the urge to come here grew greater as I got closer. The
boy nodded his head then spoke again and the woman translated.

"Such is the nature of the universe." He nodded to the woman who reached
behind her and retrieved two small boxes each about the size of a very
thick slice of bread, and set them in front of me and the boy. He then
reached out and indicated that he wanted my hand. I did as he asked. He had
been sitting with one foot sort of between his legs, his cock resting on
the heel but then he moved and sat with both feet on the ground so that his
boy stuff was at a natural hang.

He looked to be well enough endowed, the hair at the base of his cock
black. It was not yet a curly mass but a thatch of hairs that were more
straight and brush like, sticking out all over the place. His balls seemed
large and hung fairly low, his uncircumcised cock resting on them. The boy
closed his eyes as he held my hand, the warmth of him flowing through my
body. I felt a slight nudge at my brain, if that is at all possible. He
finally let go, opened his eyes then opened the hinged top of the box so
that it was standing straight up, sort of like the Battleship board game.
He then put his finger inside and made some motions then placed that hand
on the table.

"Open your box," the woman commanded and I did, discovering that there was
sand in it. "Make the first letter of your first name," she said and I did
so. When I was done the boy turned his box so that I could see inside and I
received my first shock. The boy had traced a capitol A and it had a slight
upturn at the bottom of the right side, exactly like mine. He smiled and
indicated that I should turn my box so that he could see inside but I knew
that he already knew what he was going to see. He looked and the expression
on his smooth face said it all. It was proof that what I would learn here
from him was true and not fabrication, no matter how outlandish it might
seem or feel to me.

The woman closed the boxes and shook them gently to erase what we'd
done. He then indicated that he wanted my hand again but this time he
turned it palm up, looked it over very closely and at times traces some of
the lines. I kept looking through the glass at his crotch. Once, he looked
up at me then when back to what he was doing then indicated that he wanted
the other hand. He examined it in the same manner, looked at me with an
arched eyebrow then returned his gaze to my hand.

I was beginning to worry. Was I going to be an axe murderer? Did my future
look so bleak as to warrant the boys' expressions for they didn't seem real
joyful to me. He finally let go and spoke to the woman who nodded her head,
looked at me and smiled.

"I am to leave you alone with the Oracle. You may call him Durriken." With
that she left in a rustle of robes. I heard her speak, probably to the
closest guard then heard more rustling of clothing as they both went toward
the front of the tents.

"We are completely alone now," the boy said. I was shocked that he spoke
English, although it was accented, but not heavily. He sensed my shock for
he said, "I speak a dozen languages. I have a knack for them and pick them
up quite fast. What is your first name?" When I told him he nodded his
head, said that he thought it was something like that.

"Show me your mark," he commanded. I didn't know what he was talking
about. The boy stood and came around to my chair and I all but stared at
his cock, his balls. He placed a foot on the arm of my chair, toward the
back, the standing knee bent slightly, then reached between his legs and
pulled his balls up as high as they would go and I got my second shock. He
had a raspberry birthmark about half way between his asshole and where his
sac started to hang. I had a similar mark in the same place and as close as
I could tell they looked very similar if not identical.

He put his foot down and stood before me and I stood up, shoved my shorts
and underwear off then did as he did, hiked my foot up, pulled my balls and
cock up out of the way and showed him. He bent down to get a better look
then reached out and rubbed a finger across the darker patch, then stood
up. I dropped my stuff, let my leg down and we stood there, a few feet
apart, looking at each other's boy parts.

"You are as nicely gifted as I dreamed you would be Aiden," he said, "very
pleasing to look at." Another shock.

"Thank you Durriken," I said, using his name for the first time and liking
how it sounded. "You are pleasing to the eyes as well." I got a third
shock.

"I have never touched another person...there. May I touch you Aiden?" Would
I ever say no to a boy who asked to touch me?

"I would be honored Durriken." He closed the distance between us then
reached down and took hold of my cock and performed the obligatory
squeeze. "It feels strange, so pliable." It wasn't going to be soft and
pliable for long if he kept that up. His hands moved to my balls, hefted
and squeezed gently on the heavy sac. "So smooth your stones, do you shave
them?" I nodded my head. "He is waking up Aiden," the little cutie informed
me, as if I didn't know that. "Mine does that too if I touch it for too
long." He continued to fondle me and of course my cock continued to rise
and it didn't escape either my attention or his; that he too was getting
hard. He finally let go.

"It seems that touching others makes it hard too. I would like it if you
touched me Aiden." I didn't need to be asked twice. As I said before I was
still mostly a virgin so the opportunity to mess around with a boy was
highly exciting. I reached down and grasped onto his hardening cock and
squeezed and stroked it. While I had seen a few uncut boys I'd obviously
never seen just what they could do so was fascinated by the moving of the
foreskin.

"Oh my Aiden, it feels so much better when someone else touches me like
this." The boy was fully boned up within a minute, his cock stretched out
to maybe 6 inches. He stepped away and stared at my dick for a
moment. "It's so big Aiden," he commented.  "Come, let's sit down." I would
have preferred to lie down, with him, but kept that thought to myself. When
I started to sit he asked me to move closer to him so I did. It was
difficult not to look at his cock, standing proud and firm from between his
pale thighs.

"We are here because I've dreamed about you many times in the past 4 or 5
years. And I believe that you have had dreams about me." He waited a moment
for affirmation which I gave by way of nodding my head. We are here because
I summoned you; I need you to help me transcend from childhood and youth to
young adult and adulthood. I need you to show me, to teach me how to be a
fulfilled and loving person, to make me complete." I was a little shocked,
again. "I do not know that I will ever be a partner to someone, it's
difficult to explain but my future is going to be very demanding, I am
going to be extremely famous, more so than I am now. It will be important
that I not fall prey to someone who might take advantage of me, of my
situation. I know that you might think that as a seer, as The Oracle, I can
see all and know all but that is not entirely true. I have made mistakes,
do make mistakes and in that I cannot afford to." He was quiet as if
waiting for me to say something.

I pretty much figured what he was talking about but asked anyway. "What is
it that I need to do Durriken?"

"To love me, to show me how to love, how to make love."  Well, there it
was, out there. I didn't tell him that I was pretty much in the same boat;
that I was as much a student in those matters as he was.

"When, where are we going to do this Durriken, certainly not here in a tent
with a half dozen body guards and whoever those women are." He smiled.

"The older woman is my mother, the other is my sister. They know why you're
here. I am staying at a villa that has been provided by a benefactor, we
will go there." Okay, so, shock number four, or five, I'd lost count. My
dick was wilting from it all. Durriken's was still standing.

"Your mother and sister know that we are going to have sex and that's okay
with them, or at least your mother." He nodded his head and explained that
he was The Oracle and had been since he was 5 years old. They were
completely amazed at his abilities, considered him to be above all other
living beings. If he told them that the Nature of the Universe had decreed
that this was going to happen then, by God they believed him and would help
to make it happen.

"Are you prepared to go with me Aiden?" I nodded my head. He stood up,
telling me to dress, as he went to a trunk that sat against the tent wall
behind his mother's chair. He picked up a startling white silk robe and put
it on. Like a bathrobe it tied at his front but it had a large hood that he
pulled up over his head, all but hiding his face. "Come," he said as soon
as I was dressed.

I grabbed my bad and followed him around the various canvas curtains and as
soon as we exited the smaller tent he said something to the body guard who
turned and headed down that aisle between it and the outer tent. At the
center of the back of the large tent was another flap which another guard
opened to allow us to pass. We went through the flap and directly into the
back of a limo that was parked so close to the tent that the opened door
almost touched the canvas wall. The door closed behind us as soon as we got
in. Because of the black smoked glass divider I heard rather than saw the
front passenger door open then felt the settling of the car as the huge
bodyguards got in. The limo began moving immediately. We hadn't gone more
than 100 yards when Durriken said,

"Would you like to touch me again?" He had thrown the hood back and was
sitting back on the seat, his legs not quite splayed open but almost. I
slid over and put my hand on his crotch and felt his soft pliable flesh
through the robe. Durriken closed his eyes and I fumbled for a moment,
pulled the robe open and gazed again at his boy parts, his cock already
rising. I cupped his stuff again, this time reveling in the soft warm
flesh, and gently squeezed on his sperm makers. I wondered if the boy had
ever jacked off, would be surprised if he hadn't then wondered about the
love juice from those nice sized balls, how much he'd make.

Durriken's cock was fully hardened in seconds so I moved my hand up to
grasp it and earned myself a sharp inhalation of breath. I stroked him,
covering and uncovering his cock head, it and end of his foreskin a red
tone caused by his arousal. I moved off of the seat and between his legs,
Durriken opening his eyes in curiosity. I peeled the flaps of robe open a
little further but left it tied so that I was seeing only flesh from his
flat belly button down. His cock was standing up in the air, his nuts at
full hang, almost touching the car seat. He was so smooth, so virginal. I
wanted to devour him.

With that in mind I pulled his cock down toward me as I rose up on my knees
and with one hand on the seat next to him for balance I lowered my mouth
down over his raging boner and closed down. Durriken jerked as if hit with
an electric prod. I kept his foreskin fully retracted and moved my head up
and down, giving the young teen the first blow job of his life. Since it
was almost my first as well, it's debatable which of us enjoyed it the
most.

I allowed my tongue to explore his swollen cock head, tasting the nectar
that was seeping up out of his balls and mixing with other fluids before
finding its way up and out of his cock. I could hear Durriken moan very
softly as I suckled him and every once in while his body would jerk from a
surge of intense feeling. My own cock was straining at the confines of my
shorts so I stopped all action and shoved them down in order to free my
rampant cock. Durriken had opened his eyes when I left his flesh so watched
me. I shouldn't say that his eyes were open because they were pretty
heavily lidded.

After shoving my clothing down to my knees I reached up and pulled the tie
that held the robe together then pushed the sides wide open, exposing the
rest of his smooth torso. I hadn't had the opportunity to really look it
over before. It would have been rude. That no longer mattered so I simply
stared for a moment, drinking it in. I ran my hands up his body, reveling
in the muscle and bone of a growing young boy, my thumb and fingers meeting
at his nipples and massaging his pectoral muscles.  I didn't stay long but
lowered my head then licked at his balls. The odor that came from his groin
was intoxicating; I loved it, breathing in deeply before returning to his
cock. I knew the fragrance from my own body but because of limited crotch
contact with other males I wasn't particularly aware of its commonness.

I continued to suck Durriken's and stroke him, working the head, then
moving his foreskin up and sucking it like a nipple. The boys' moans were
getting louder, his hands were at the side of my head as if helping to
guide it up and down on his dick.

"It's starting to tickle Aiden, it's starting to tickle, oh my." I
continued to work on him for just a moment more then pulled my head back
and stroked his cock, skinning the foreskin back and forth over his
sensitive head. Durriken had opened his eyes and was looking down at me,
the lids almost closed, his jaw all but hanging open, his flat belly was
heaving. Then he started making noises.

They were sort of gasps, they were sort of squeals and there were words in
there that I didn't understand. What I did get, however, was that the boy
was cumming.  His cock thickened against my fingers, his hips rose slightly
up off the seat. I kept his foreskin down, stroking below the head then a
stream of watery white goo shot out and landed on his chest, the droplets
at the end coming down on my fingers and in his fuzz. Durriken tried to
open his eyes farther but it was probably more of an arching of his thick
dark brows. A second stream flew out and landed a couple inches below the
first one. A few more bits of sperm oozed quickly out of the slit and ran
down over my fingers, the stroking action causing them to bounce a little
then fall off onto his body. The watched, seemingly mesmerized at what was
happening and although I didn't know for sure, I suspected that I might
have witnessed the boys' first orgasm.

I repositioned my fingers so that his foreskin continued to move back and
forth over his cock head but of course it became too sensitive and he
giggled, shoving my hand away.  I let go and put my hand to my mouth and
licked his sperm off, savoring the taste. Durriken watched me as one of his
hands crept down to stroke his cock a couple of times then squeeze gently
on his freshly drained balls.

"What happened Aiden, what was that stuff, why did you lick it up?" My
suspicions were correct but just for the record I asked him if he'd ever
done that before, if that had ever happened and he shook his head. "Never."
So I explained it to him, using all the correct terms as well as the slang
ones. Durriken listened attentively while he continued to fondle
himself. He did put a finger into his boy honey, rubbed it between fingers
then sniffed at it; typical boy behavior I would guess.

"Well it certainly felt wonderful. Do men do that too Aiden, are you going
to do it? Do you want me to do it to you; I'd like to try." The boy seemed
fairly enthusiastic about the whole process so I said that would be fine
with me. I got from between his legs and sat on the seat next to him,
shoving my shorts and underwear to my feet and sliding them off along with
my sandals. Meanwhile Durriken shrugged out of the robe and a second later
we were both naked.

The boy turned on the seat then grasped onto my cock and began stroking
it. "You don't have the extra skin on yours Aiden, why is that?" I
explained it to him to which he responded, "That's a silly thing to do." I
agreed with him.  He then wanted to know what the stuff was that was
leaking out of my dick so I explained that to him as well. "Can I put it in
my mouth, your penis I mean?" I told him he could, showed him how to cover
his teeth, then watched as he lowered his head into my lap.

Just the feel of Durriken's hand wrapped around my cock had a heavenly feel
to it but when he wrapped his sweet lips around it I felt heat radiate
outward from my cock head. As I'd said before, my experience was limited
and at that time it had been a couple of years since I'd gotten my cock
sucked. I felt myself melt from the feelings, reveled in seeing the boy's
lips gripping my shaft as he moved his head up and down, albeit not very
far. I was big boy and Durriken was inexperienced so the action was limited
to the fat swollen head and an inch or two but still, it felt great.

Durriken was perpendicular to me, one knee resting on the car seat with the
foot of his other leg planted on the floor.  I put my hand on his back and
rubbed gently, moving it downward to the small of his back then up the
slope of his butt. I followed the line over the cheek and down to his under
thigh before going back up. I sort of focused on his butt, rubbing up and
down as well as side to side, my finger gliding back and forth over the
crack. On a whim, instead of coming back up from under his thigh I slipped
my hand between his legs and found his balls hanging there like fruit for
plucking so I plucked.

Durriken gasped, as much as he could with a mouth full of cock, as I
touched his heavy nuts. It was a stretch from there so I revised my thought
and put my hand in from the front and from there could cup the large sac of
balls. Durriken gasped again and then the car turned causing him to lose
balance slightly, which in turn caused him to leave my dick.

"The road will be much more curvy from here. Perhaps I should just use my
hand." He paused intentionally then added, "For now."  He knelt between my
legs as I had done to him and began to jack me off. He had a look of
concentration on his smooth and very cute face. He glanced up and saw me
looking and gave me a large smile then returned his focus to my dick. Under
normal circumstances it could take me a while to cum but my inexperience
provided enough stimulation that the boy only changed hands once before I
told him it was getting close. When I told him to hold me tighter then to
go faster he switched back to his left hand.

"OOhhh God," I finally moaned and let my head rest against the seat. A
second later the first of 5 solid jets of sperm shot out onto my chest and
belly followed by little burps of the stuff that ran down over Durriken's
fingers then into my moss or on my lower belly.  The feelings were intense,
the best cum I'd had in a year at least.

Durriken slowed down and I opened my eyes to see the boy looking up at
me. "Oh my Aiden that is a lot of stuff, way, way more than I made." I
nodded my head and simply breathed for a moment. He let go of me and my
dick feel to my stomach, the head resting in a pool of sperm. "Is it all
over now," he asked and again, I nodded my head. Durriken got up from the
floor and sat next to me, his eyes still focused on the white mess on my
torso.

I glanced out the window and saw that we appeared to be on a road that
traveled along the coast. Durriken glanced out then said that we were
getting close to the villa. "I need to clean this mess up," I said to
him. He opened a compartment that was under the small bar and pulled out a
bar towel which I took and began cleaning the goo from my body. He asked
what the stuff was that came out, knowing that it probably wasn't pee, and
I realized that besides from his lack of experience there was a lack of
knowledge as well which caused me wonder about his schooling. I would find
out later that his education had all been done by tutors who came to his
home. His education hadn't included human biology or sexuality.

The car slowed and turned away from the sea and head upward on a
blacktopped road. About 50 feet in we passed through a gate that opening,
seemingly for us. A half minute later we came out of the trees and brush
onto a large tiled courtyard that backed a huge villa that appeared to sit
on a cliff high above the Mediterranean. Pure white under the hot sun, it
was multilayered, the tallest point at least 3 stories high. The car pulled
alongside one end of the building where a large, heavy looking wood door
opened. As soon as the car stopped the back door opened. I followed
Durriken out of the car and into the building. Maybe ten feet inside we
entered an elevator whose doors were open as if waiting for us. We exited
the elevator into a foyer that was well appointed, took a dozen steps to
the right then went left through a large arched doorway into luxury that I
had never experienced. My family was wealthy and I'd grown up in
considerable wealth and splendor but this was fit for royalty. Its
furnishing and style reminded me of a Maxfield Parrish print.

We were in a room that was easily 1000 square feet. A huge marble fronted
fireplace dominated the wall that we had entered trhough. Antique sofa's
and chairs abounded as did wall tapestries and oil paintings that I
recognized as original masters. The bed, a huge 4 poster, sat on diagonally
on a dais in one corner and through another arched doorway I could see what
appeared to be the bathroom, another archway on the opposite wall led to
somewhere else. Over half of the wall opposite where we had entered was
open to the outside, in this case a large patio that included a small
swimming pool. The ceiling along the outer edge was supported by 4 marble
columns each with ivy or other climbing plants growing up their entire 18
or so foot height from massive colorful pots at the base of the
columns. One of them was a night blooming jasmine and while it was fragrant
enough then, it would become even more cloying as the sun went down.

Durriken slipped out of the robe, dropping it onto a heavy, gilded chair
and headed toward the patio area. I followed him, admiring the move and
sway of his slender butt. Outside we moved to the edge of the marble
surface and looked out on the Mediterranean, 180° of deep blue. It was
magnificent.

"You may remove your clothing Aiden; we will not be bothered by anyone
while you are here." I did as he suggested then simply stood there,
enjoying the heat of the sun and soft breeze on my naked body.  "I enjoy
looking at your body Aiden," Durriken said, his eyes scanning me. I told
him I felt the same way as I too allowed my eyes to roam over him. He was
more than delightful to look at and I looked forward to rolling naked with
him, holding him to me, showing him the wonders that were to be had.

"Let's swim," he said softly as he took my hand then led me to pools' edge.


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