Date: Fri, 6 Jun 2003 20:40:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Player

There is nothing remotely true about any of this, in that, I haven't done
any of the things portrayed here. I don't own a Harley or an Eclipse or a
house. It's a story, nothing more, nothing less. If it is illegal for you
to read stories that portray sex between an adult and a young teen, or if
you are offended by such material then perhaps you should leave and find a
Reader's Digest.  The rest of you, please enjoy and feel free to send
feedback.

	 Hugs, Tag


They're out there, all you have to do is look and be in the right place at
the right time. They're young, they're cute as all hell, and they're ready
to explore their emerging sexuality, wanting to learn, to be taught, to
experiment. Many of them prefer the anonymity of hooking up with a stranger
or at best, someone maybe they've seen around but don't really know or
don't know very well. Someone who doesn't know their friends or family,
someone they don't see every day or all the time who may embarrass them by
acknowledging their existence at an inopportune time or in some other
way. Someone safe, someone like me.

I've been pretty lucky in that regard. At just over thirty years old, I
look like I'm late teens or early twenties.  Light brown hair kept a little
spiky and messy, large hazel green eyes and a pleasing face, along with a
well toned body under six feet tall, I seem to inspire confidence and
safety in the young teenage boys that choose to spent time with me. I carry
a cocky attitude that can be very soft and affirming so that boys who share
my bed often want to return to it. Needless to say, I'm usually open to
that. I also ride a mean looking Harley, low slung black and chrome and
loud. If I'm not on the bike I drive an '03 Mitsubishi Eclipse Spyder,
midnight black with tinted windows, a mind numbing sound system and killer
ass rims. Boy toys both of them and believe me boys are attracted to them.

I especially liked using the bike for those encounters as I have found that
most boys as well as young men find motorcycles exciting, a little radical,
and that they like the sort of "bad boy" image that is associated with a
bike. The other thing of course is the body contact. It's close, intimate
and allows for the passenger to be a little bit forward or exploratory with
his own body parts. I insist that the rider sit as close in to me as
possible, keep his knees in tight to my sides and hold on to my waist, not
the strap or the back fender. Those guys holding backwards onto a fender
lose sixty percent of upper body strength, an important item to have in
times of danger on the road. Those aren't just my rules either; they come
straight out of the motorcycle safety manual. Either way, it works in my
favor most of the time.

There were always a variety of places to find willing and eager boys. Shops
and stores that catered to boy type things were a great place to start as
well out door places where boys congregate or play.  One of the places that
offered up quite a few encounters was a skate shop I used to frequent, an
out of the way place that was managed by a kid who was only about
nineteen. The overall store space and parking lot was pretty large, far too
much space for a small business like that so one whole section of the store
had a couple beat up sofa's with matching coffee table littered with skater
mags and other publishing materials that boys read. It had a big screen TV
that had skater or X-Treme sports video's going constantly so if they
weren't outside practicing skate techniques in the large skater friendly
parking lot, boys could be found lounging around inside. The place also had
a small living space at the back where Tim, the manager, lived so basically
he was there all the time.

I had found the place one day while looking for wheels for my 'blades and
subsequently I'd gotten to know Tim, and stopped by often with used paper
backs that I'd finished. I usually hung out for an hour or so shootin the
shit and of course eyeballing the cute boys that were hanging out as well.

I'd seen Terrin a few times and even talked to him before and I guess he
considered us "friends" so when I showed up one day he came straight over
to the bike, said "hey D" and offered his hand for a shake.  My name is
Derrick but I go by D. I "hey'd" him back and we talked as I walked toward
the store then he went back about his business of being a boy when I went
inside.  Shootin the breeze with Tim, I found out that he was out of unread
books so offered to run back to my place and bring him the half dozen I had
laying around for him.  Outside and heading for the bike, Terrin
intercepted me.

"Leavin so soon D?" he asked. I explained that I was going to run home and
grab some books for Tim. He asked if he could ride with me, never having
ridden on a bike before and allowing as how cool it would be.

Terrin was one of the boys I had been watching. About fourteen he was a
slender thing about five foot five. He had a thick unruly mop of dirty
blonde hair that was always covered by a ball cap cocked sideways, the bill
pointed more over a shoulder blade than straight back.  He had brilliant
blue eyes with thick brows and lashes, his face a home for a few freckles,
especially around his small, slightly upturned nose. The flashing white
teeth and almost perfect lips completed an oval, slightly tanned face that
was devoid of hair.

"Sure, why not."  I climbed on the bike and Terrin strapped his board to
his back. Before firing the hog up I gave him instructions. "Sit in close,
keep your legs tight against mine and hold onto my waist." I explained all
the reasoning behind it and he readily agreed so I lit the thing up and on
he climbed. As he was told, he pressed his legs into my hips and I could
almost feel his young cock pressed into the small of my back. He put his
arms loosely around my waist until I started off and then he held on
tightly. It was about a four-mile ride to my house and Terrin's hands
seemed to travel a little bit south, resting against the top of my
jeans. At one point when I had to brake hard, one of his hands actually
dropped down onto the front, resting briefly on my cock.

"Sorry," he said into my ear.

"No problem" I answered back over my shoulder. I wasn't really sure but the
boy seemed to be checking me out. It was at that time that I felt a little
more firmness in the small of my back and I figured the boy was getting
hard.

We got to my place and dismounted in the driveway behind my car. Terrin set
his board down and hiked up his baggy jeans, running his hand down the
front unselfconsciously and adjusting himself and commenting on how "fuckin
hot" my car was. I went inside, Terrin following me. In the world, I don't
advertise my sexual orientation in any way, allowing people to try to
figure me out if they want to. My home is a different matter. I have a few
pictures on the wall depicting young, drop dead cute males in sexually
charged poses, a large Maplethorpe hardbound volume on the coffee table and
a couple of small nude sculpture's of boys. One is of two teenage boys, one
sitting on the other's lap. They're facing each other, faces close together
and if you pick it up and look, you'll see that the top boy is impaled by
the other boy's cock stuffed up his ass. The other sculpture is called
Morning Boy and shows the nude youth in a classic "just out of bed" morning
stretch, one arm up and out the other down and backwards. The boy is young,
thirteen to be precise, and hung quite well, his cock about half hard as is
typical of most males when we first get up.

The statues sat on shelves of the full wall bookcase and Terrin looked the
books that were in the same general area as the statues, noticing the
numerous titles referring to homosexuality in some way or another. He asked
the question.

"Umm, are you gay D? I mean, it's cool and everything with me," he added
quickly.  I don't present as gay in any way so what the boy knew of me and
what he was seeing were in direct conflict, at least in his young mind and
eyes.

I looked at him a full five seconds then said, "Yeah, I am and that is
privileged information so I would greatly appreciate it if you kept it to
yourself Terrin, okay?"

"Oh yeah D, no worries, I won't say anything, honest.

It was then that he got a clear shot of the Loving Boys" sculpture. "Oh man
D, these boys are fucking aren't they? That's kind a cool statue, you can't
really tell unless you look." I explained to Terrin about the model, a cute
young man named David, and how an older male friend of his had commissioned
a series of portraits of him when he was just thirteen.  A few of the
portraits were also sculpted, like these two, David being the boy getting
fucked in the other sculpture.

"Wow, you almost sound like you know him D, the boy I mean."

"I do know David, I met him and his partner once while they were here on
vacation and looking at property." I said to the boy.  I thought back for a
moment to the encounter that ended up with the three of us in bed for an
entire day. David was just eighteen at the time, his partner Cody
twenty-six. David was in fact very well hung and the encounter had been
very hot and tons of fun for all of us.

Being a boy, and since the gates were open, Terrin plunged on. "Wow
cool. Did you like, go to bed with him? I mean, his cock looks huge, is it
really that big?" he asked, looking closely at Morning Boy.

"Not that it's any of your business," I said laughing and cuffed him on the
arm, "but yes, David is pretty big in that department. Terrin was standing
with his mouth almost hung open. He commented that he'd never seen one that
big before; certainly his own dick wasn't that big, although he wished it
was. Every boy's dream.

"Can I ask you another question D?"

"As though I could stop you" I laughed.

"Well, are you that big, I mean, how big is your cock." Eeewwww I thought,
we're getting into some serious discussion which, I figured, would lead to
a show me yours and I'll show you mine sort of thing and well, you know the
rest.

"Mmm no Terrin," I said with a smile, "I'm not that big, few men are. I am
bigger than average though, if you must know." That led to "what's average"
and I explained what that meant. He said that he was probably close to
average then.

"Does it get bigger when it's hard?" he asked. I explained that when cocks
were beyond about six inches soft, they didn't get significantly larger
when hard. Usually smaller cocks show a bigger difference in size when
they're hard I explained to him. He seemed to think that over a little bit
then said that was what his was like, smaller when it was soft but
definitely larger when he was hard. Then he added,

"Which it's getting right now," and he adjusted himself again.

"Well, when guys get to talking about sex, that often happens Terrin,
especially at your age."

"What about at your age?" he asked. I replied that sometimes it happened.

"Is it happening now?"

"A little."

"Can I see it D. I'll show you mine."

I'm serious, that's exactly what happened. I didn't say anything but
unsnapped my jeans and unbuttoned them, pulling the sides open and
revealing my underwear, a dark blue. I purposely went slow, giving the
young teen a little bit of a show and it worked. His eyes were glued to my
waist and he actually licked his lips while a hand absently rubbed the
front of his own pants.

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my underwear and pulled it out
away from my body and down under my balls in one fell swoop, exposing seven
inches of half hard circumcised dick. I shoved my pants down far enough so
that my heavy balls hung free, giving the boy a full on Monty.

"Oh man D you're big," he said, coming closer to me. I stood, unmoving as
he took the liberty of grasping onto the rising appendage and squeezing it
gently which brought it to full glorious hardness in record time.

"You're turn," I reminded him.

"Oh yeah, sorry." He let go, stepped back, and undid his belt and jeans,
letting the loose fitting garment drop to the floor, his baggy t-shirt
covering most of his plaid boxers but not the hard young cock underneath,
which was poking out in the front. Terrin pulled his shirt up and off,
revealing a firm chest and taut lower belly. He wasted no time in pulling
his boxers down as I had and allowing his young boy dick to pop out,
greeting me like a puppy dog. Terrin was about six inches or so, cut, and
slender. His nest of pubic hair was still a neat little patch at the base
of his boyhood pride and joy, and his smooth hairless balls hung freely
between equally soft, smooth thighs.

"You got a nice cock Terrin, nothing to be ashamed of there and I'll bet it
will grow even bigger." The boy beamed at the praise and I reached out to
him, grasping onto his hard flesh and squeezing it as he had done to me.

"Oh man," he groaned, "that feels so good D. Nobody every touched me there
before."  Ahhh the vestal virgin I thought, which made me all the harder.

"I'd like to suck your cock Terrin, would you like that?" He nodded his
head and I dropped to my knees in front of him, looking at his glorious
young body. Fuck I loved young teenage boys. They were the hottest. I
pulled his cock down, looked closely at the head, at the precum leaking
from his slit. I leaned in and licked the precum from him before taking the
head into my mouth. He moaned again, only louder. With one hand, I slipped
his boxers to the floor and the boy instinctively stepped out of them and
opened his legs further. I cupped his soft balls and squeezed them gently
as I bobbed back and forth on half of his shaft.

"Oh fuck D that feel so good, oh man I'm gonna cum really fast I just know
it." And that was the idea my young prince. I stopped sucking him and stood
up then pushed my jeans to the floor as well and stepped out of them before
pulling my shirt off too.

"Gosh D you have such a great body" the boy exclaimed.

"I love sucking your cock Terrin, but how about if we get more comfortable
on my bed?" He nodded his head and I headed for my room and my king sized
bed, the cute young boy on my tail.

Once there I guided him onto his back the lay next to him and returned to
his rock hard cock, throbbing an inch up off of his equally hard, taut
belly. There was more precum so naturally I licked it before taking the
satiny head into my mouth and suckling it, causing it's owner to moan
loudly, his hands on the back of my head. I swallowed the boycock all the
way to its root and moved back up and away, essentially fucking his
delicious rod with my mouth. I continued to cup and fondle his smooth balls
as I worked, tickling underneath the bag with a finger.

"Oh fuck D that feels so awesome" he groaned. "I'm ready to cum D and I
don't want to yet okay?"  I stopped sucking him and said,

"How about if you cum now and again in a little while, I mean, we got all
day?"

"Oh god, okay D whatever you say."

"Ok then Terrin, tell when you're gonna cum okay?" I already had his young
teen cock in my mouth when he answered. I sucked on it a about a half
minute then moved away so that I could lick up and down the shaft, making
sure I licked on the sensitive glans under the head of his cock. I moved
south to his boy bag and licked on the soft smooth skin, pushing the eggs
inside around with my lips and tongue. Terrin was moaning like crazy as I
moved under his nuts and licked the area between there and his asshole,
coming up under his sperm makers and licking the underside. That lasted a
minute or three then I went back to his cock and stroked the shaft as I
suckled the boy. From that point it didn't take long. I wanted him to tell
me when he was gonna squirt cause I wanted to see his teen dick erupt with
young sperm.

"Oh fuck it's there, I'm there D, oh God oh God," he moaned. I pulled my
head away and jacked on the flesh in my hand. I felt his cock thicken in my
hand and he thrust his hips in the air as a thick ropey strand of fresh
warm young teen boy sperm, nectar of the Gods, shot out onto his chest. The
first jet landed jet just below his small nipples, the second, third,
fourth and fifth jets of cum went into my mouth as I had clamped it over
the swollen head and continued to jack the boy off. I swallowed as fast as
I could, slowing my stroking and milking every drop of the precious viscous
liquid that the boy's tender young balls had to offer.

Terrin finally relaxed, his body sinking back to the bed, his slender chest
still rising and falling rapidly as his body adjusted to post orgasmic
bliss. I crawled up along side of his and looked down onto his smooth clear
face, the blue eyes not yet reopened and when they finally did he looked
into my eyes and a grin split his face.

"God damn that was so fucking intense D. I never felt anything like that
before in my whole life," he whispered.  My hand had been slowly stroking
my own rigid flesh, which Terrin just then noticed.

"How about you, are you gonna cum, want me to make you cum too D?" he
asked.  Well, I was all for that but jacking me off takes a long time
unless I do it myself. Terrin went on, "Want me to suck on your cock D, I
never done it before but I can try, I'd like to try." Who am I to say no to
a cute young boy when he asks to suck my dick.

"Okay, if you're sure," I replied. Terrin moved downward along side my
waist and grasped onto my cock, squeezing it gently and beginning to stroke
it.

"Fuck it's so big D. The skin feels soft in my hand though." He lowered his
head and took the swollen head of my cock into his warm mouth,
instinctively closing his lips over his teeth so not to scrape me. The boy
bobbed his head up and down then choked as he tried to take too much in.

"Slow down, don't try so hard Terrin," I whispered to him. He nodded his
pretty blonde head and went back to work, alternating between stroking my
cock and feeling up my fat balls while he sucked. He stopped after about 2
minutes saying that his mouth hurt. I explained that sucking cock took
practice then took over the stroking while the bay watched on. A few times
he put his mouth down over the head of my cock while I jacked, suckling on
just that part. Knowing that it was his first time, seeing as how cute he
was, knowing that I would be able to spend a lot more time with the boy,
took me to the edge quicker than usual.

"Here it comes Terrin," I said with a pant. My belly muscles tensed, as did
my fat cock and I let out a low long groan as my cock erupted into a
frothing mess. I blasted out a half dozen strands of sperm all over my
belly until it finally slowed to a dribble, little globs drooling out and
running down the head onto my fingers, all to the accompaniment of Terrin's
comments on how cool it was, amongst other things.

"That was so hot you suckin me like that D, did I do a okay job on you, did
I do it right?"  I assured him that he did just fine, of course with a
little practice.....

He laughed and said there wasn't a lot of opportunity to practice and I
reminded him that we could certainly try some more after we took a shower,
and then of course there would be other days. He agreed on both counts so I
told him to follow me and we headed into the bathroom. It was there that I
first rimmed Terrin, causing even more moaning and groaning, and it was
there that I first inserted a finger up into the boy's ass and finger
fucked him while I sucked his beautiful cock. He came with a vengeance,
ramming his teen cock into my mouth and unloading a bucket of cum that was
in no way diminished by the fact that he had cum less than half an hour
prior to that.

I eventually fucked the boy, although not that day but he did fuck me
before the day was out. I had him fuck me face first so I could watch the
expressions on his cute face through the whole experience. When he first
entered me I thought he was going to faint from the new feelings. As it was
his eyes almost rolled to the back of his head. It was definitely hot and
when he came, slamming his hard young cock into me along with fresh teenage
cum, I knew that I would have him as a lover almost any time I wanted him.

While some of my encounters ended up lasting for months, and in a few
cases, years, many were simple little get togethers.

I had trouble sleeping one night and crawled out of bed about 4 am and went
for a ride on the bike. Most of the tourists were asleep in their little
beds but the clubs had just closed down for the night so there were a
variety of people on the strip in Waikes, some of them cute boys.  Eighteen
is the legal age but the gay clubs sometimes don't check ID real careful
and of course some of the Asian boys look like they're thirteen when
they're twenty.  Such was Alex's case.

I had pulled up to a red light that was situated next to a bus stop. There
were four or five young guys, all Asian mix, all cute. One of them began
flirting with me. He was wearing the requisite pair of baggy jeans, a white
strap type undershirt commonly called a "wife beater", tucked in which
showed off his very flat belly. He was carrying a blue shirt but was sort
of waving it around as he flirted with me saying things like,

"Nice bike, did I like having something that big between my legs" and
things of that nature. He had been standing so wandered close to me,
revealing a very cute black haired and dark eyed boy who looked like he was
maybe fifteen. He was olive skinned but not real dark and I guessed
Filipino and white with maybe some local blood thrown into the mix. His
sparkling white teeth contrasted nicely on smooth, hairless, dusky skin.

"So, how about a ride," he said, hand on thrust out hip. Did I mention that
he was a bit of a flame?

"Get on hot shot," I said, nodding to the small seat behind me. The light
turned green and I waited as he pulled down the foot pegs and climbed on
behind me, snuggling in close, arms wrapped lightly around my waist. He was
telling his friends that he'd catch them later when I gunned the bike and
roared off down the street causing the boy to clutch tightly to my belly,
his laughter ringing in my ear.  At the next red light I asked him where he
wanted to go and he asked where I lived. I told him less than a mile away
and he said that would be just fine with him, so, off we went to my place.

Once inside the door he grabbed me and kissed me hard on the lips while he
fumbled with my jeans. I hadn't worn any underwear so when he found bare
skin he was a little surprised and when he grabbed my growing cock he said,

"Oh my." I was working my way at getting his pants off as well and within a
moment we were both standing, naked from the waist down, stroking each
other to full hardness. Unlike many Asians I had been with, Alex was not
"small" but sported a cock equal to mine in length but not as fat. He was
circumcised, had a small neatly trimmed patch of pitch black hair at the
base of his dick and medium sized hairless balls hanging between his legs.

"So," he said, "before we get down to the basics, how about a shower. I
been dancing all night and feel icky."  We stripped off the rest of our
clothes, leaving them in a puddle in the middle of the living room and
headed for my bedroom and bathroom, making introductions as we went. In the
shower we took the time to wash each other and I found the boy to be very
gentle and caring, his hands providing a relaxing touch. Once clean we
began our play, tweaking nipples, licking some body parts and sucking on
others. He had the most delicious ass I'd seen in a long time, his twin
dusky orbs protruding out from the small of his back. When I washed it, I
made sure to clean out his hole, causing moans of pleasure from him but not
for long.

"MMMM let's get out and go to your bed D," he said. We dried off and moved
back to my king sized playground, the room lit by a soft subdued blue from
hidden bulbs. Once on the bed we fell into each other's arms, kissing long
and deep, both tongues battling for supremacy in our mouths, while hands
continued stroking and fondling body parts below the waist. Alex broke it
first, sliding down and attacking my cock and balls with vigor. He suckled
me, taking almost the entire seven inches of my cock into his throat, moans
pouring out around it. The kid was good, he knew what he was doing. I
stopped him for a moment and told him to turn around so I could do the same
for him and when he did, I proceed to lick and suck on his rock hard cock
as well. I licked and sucked his smooth balls, taking them into my mouth
one at a time and pulling gently on them, much to Alex's delight, if his
moans were any indication. I discovered at that time that the there was no
hair stubble which meant that boy wasn't shaved or trimmed as I had
originally thought, indicating that he was either a late bloomer in the
hair department, which seemed unlikely, or he was young, maybe even as
young as he looked. I wanted to get at his asshole since rimming young
teens is one of my all time favorite things, assuming they were clean and I
knew for sure he was.

I held his balls out of the way and licked the underside of his smooth
silky bag, moving toward my target. The position we were in did not lend
itself easily to what I intended and the Alex knew that so he rolled a leg
over, in effect changing our position so that he was on top instead of by
my side, his glorious dusky crack and hanging nut sac before my eyes. Fuck
I love that view of a boy, almost more than looking at his cock. I licked
in the crack a few times before prying the firm orbs apart to reveal the
treasure, his wrinkled pink-ish muscle. I dove in, licking all around the
spot then directly into it, trying to force my tongue up inside the boy's
body. I kissed it, I slurped it, licked it and buried my face so deep
inside his cleft that I had to pull back for air.

"Oh fuck D, god that feels good," he moaned between slurps on my rock hard
cock. Since I was at the top end of the bed, I reached up into the
headboard and grabbed a bottle of lube and slathered up a finger then
inserted into Alex's asshole while I licked and sucked on his balls. A
minute of finger fucking him was all it took.

"Stop D," he whimpered. "Put your cock in me D, fuck me right now oh God
fuck me please," he all but begged.

We disengaged and he rolled onto his back, pulling his legs back at the
same time. I lubed my dick, added a little more to his body then got into
position, my swollen cock head next to his tight muscle, then slipped into
him. The boy gasped and placed his hand on my lower belly, fingers in my
pubic hair, indicating for me to wait for his body to adjust to the
invasion of the hose monster. I simply alternated my gaze between our
groins and his cute face, reveling in always at the beauty of my cock
inside a boy's ass, connecting us in the time-honored ritual of boy-to-boy
love making.

"Okay," he mumbled. Fuck me D, stuff your cock all the way inside of me. I
held his legs back so that he could stroke on his pulsing flesh while his
body ate up inch after inch of me until my hair was touching his ass. I
slid out about half way the went back in and after the fifth stroke was
coming out far enough so that the rim of my cock head came out then pushed
back inside of him, causing a gasp each time it happened. I wanted a little
more so I draped his legs over my arms and placed my hands on the bed close
to Alex's shoulders, rolling him more onto his back. Now I was able to
drive downward into him, giving us both more intense pleasure. I could also
kiss him as I fucked him, which seemed to turn him on even more.

I love fucking boys, the feeling of their tight assholes on my cock,
knowing that the feelings they are experiencing are incredibly intense,
knowing sometimes that I'm teaching them, taking them places for the first
time in their young lives. This was not Alex's first time that much was
clear.

He broke the kiss. "I'm almost there D, fuck me hard, oh god fuck me harder
D, ram your cock into me oh god ohfuckohfuckohfuck," he moaned out. The sex
talk was a turn on for me and I drove in with all my energy, jamming my
cock into him so hard that my balls were whacking on his ass. On some of
the down strokes I twisted my ass so that I went in at a little bit of an
angle or I ground my hips in a circular motion while I was deep inside of
him.

I felt my pressure building but the cute young boy under me got there
first. He reached between us and grabbed onto his cock crying out,
"OOOOHHHHHH Gooooooooooddddddd," the rest being nothing more than grunts.
His orgasm caused his asshole to convulse on my cock so that, along with
everything else, brought me off as well and I rammed into him even harder
as my cock thickened and erupted inside of him. I was on my tip toes,
trying to cram every single bit of my cock flesh inside the boy, to bury
myself in his tight ass as lights went off in my head and my body broke out
in goose bumps. Now, it's a great sperming when that happens, at least to
me anyhow.

Things finally died down, all but the breathing, which eventually slowed as
well. Alex asked that I sit back on my lap and pull him with me so with a
little gymnastics we managed to get into the same positions as my sculpture
in the living room, sitting with the boy in my lap, my still hard cock
buried deep inside of him. His arms were around my neck, our faces inches
apart and he kissed me. This time it was a softer, post coital sort of kiss
and when he broke it he said,

"Oh D that was the best sex I've ever had I think, you are so awesome a
lover." He wiggled his ass a little, causing my cock to move about like a
stick shift in a car and causing some little moans from him. I found out
that the boy was in fact only fifteen having gotten a very good but fake id
made by an "uncle" of his. His experience was not all that much either,
having been fucked a few times by boys his own age so I was his first adult
male, and he loved it. Neither of us lost our erections and eventually Alex
fucked me from that position, pushing me onto my back and taking total
control of the situation. When he came, his sperm shot clear to my face and
I managed to even get a shot or two into my mouth.

Alex spent the morning curled up with me, backed into me, my arms wrapped
around him. About one in the afternoon we woke up, showered and fucked
again, this time in the shower, which saved on the cleaning up time. I saw
Alex only once after that, having run into him in a mall but other than
that, I have no idea what ever happened to him. I'll say this though; I've
jacked off on more than one occasion thinking about him.

I remember late one night I was out on the bike and had pulled up to a
stoplight and noticed what appeared to be a conflict on the opposite corner
and a door or two down the side street. Two older boys, late teens, seemed
to be hassling a younger boy that I had seen on strip a couple times, even
talked to once over coffee and a donut at a local place. I remembered that
his name was Travis, he was thirteen and a cute little thing with short
medium brown hair and green eyes, that couldn't weigh much over a hundred
pounds. I remembered that he had a very outgoing personality and quick
sense of humor for a young boy.

The situation was occurring on a one way street so I shot around the block
and thundered to a stop in front of the trio and said,

"I've been looking all over for you boy, get on the bike." The Travis
recognized me, started toward me but one of the other boys took hold of
Travis's arm while the other sort of puffed himself up and said that the
kid wasn't going anywhere. Leaving the bike in neutral and idling, I
dropped the kick stand and got up telling the first boy that I was going to
stuff my fucking foot so far up his ass I'd have to open his mouth to untie
my boot. He swung, I sidestepped and blocked at the same time and slammed
the heel of my hand into his chin. One down.  The other one let go of
Travis and put his own palms toward me in submission. Travis came to my
side and I draped an arm protectively over his thin shoulder and escorted
him to the bike. I readied the machine then the boy climbed on behind me,
hugging me tightly, and we tore off into the night.

We ended up at a local burger stand, dismounted from the bike and I ordered
a couple of combo's and we talked as we waited for the food. He said that
the deal was that the older boys wanted him to blow them, which was okay by
Travis, it's how he earned some money from time to time, but they wanted to
fuck him as well and that wasn't okay with Travis. It was during that part
of the discussion that I had showed up.

"I'm still a virgin D and I want to keep it that way for a while, or at
least until I find someone I want to give it up to, ya know?" My name was
called for the food so I grabbed it and brought it outside to the table
that we'd commandeered. We both dug in, not talking for at least two
minutes as we mauled our food. After a few minutes of mutual mastication
the talk resumed, Travis bringing me up to date on his activities, which
wasn't much really. He spent a lot of time on the strip cause his mother
was a practicing alcoholic and was mostly impossible to be around when she
was either drinking or hung over. That pretty much limited his time at home
to just sleeping, which wasn't an option on this night.

"She's pretty drunk D and we got into an argument and she kicked me
out. Again. It happens about once a month and I go home the next day or a
few days later and she doesn't remember even seeing me."

"So, where are you spending the night tonight Travis?" I asked him.

"I dunno D, I'll figure something out." He sounded just a hair despondent
but was trying to keep on a brave face. He was sort of a street kid but not
a total one. He was still a young kid and right then his vulnerability was
all but glaring. I gazed out at toward the street for a moment,
thinking. An extremely cute young teenage boy caught my eye, and it seemed
for a moment that I had caught his as well, for he smiled at me and sort of
gave me a half wink. Now that was strange. I turned back to Travis and
said,

"Look, you can stay at my place tonight if you want Travis." He gave me a
sort of weird look and I remembered how he earned his spending money. "No
strings attached," I added. "I have a guest room if you'd like." He smiled
at me and said,

"That'd be great D. I'd like that, thanks a lot." And then he added softly,
"And I wouldn't mind if a string were attached."  I pretended not hear,
turning back to the street. The cute assed young kid I had seen before
wasn't to be seen so I shined it on, never having a clue that our paths
would cross again, and soon.

We finished our food, climbed back on the bike and headed to my place. Like
others before him, Travis was quite interested in my books and my artwork.

"I always thought you might be gay D. Or maybe I just sort of hoped that
you would be and maybe I would be able to like, spend some time with you."
I looked at the boy with a raised eyebrow.

"What," he said rather than asked. "You think I can't be attracted to an
older guy, you think you're not hot looking and that the street boys and
the hookers don't look at you. Shiiiiiiit D," he said with a smile and just
stopped the train of thought he was on.

"Can I take a shower D, I feel like I stink." I led him to my bedroom and
thusly the bathroom. He started undressing almost immediately and was down
to his jockey briefs when he leaned in and got the water adjusted to where
he wanted it. I brought a towel in for him as he dropped his underwear
giving me a close up view of a deliciously tight, slender, and well formed
young teenage boy ass. He knew what he had and he knew what he was doing,
looking over his shoulder and smiling at me then wiggling his little butt
before climbing in. I left the room before I could see anything else. I
asked him if he wanted me to throw his clothes into the washer and he stuck
his head out of the curtain to say that would be great. I gathered up his
things, checked the pockets of his jeans and found mostly junk stuff that I
laid on the bathroom counter then took everything out to the laundry room
and tossed them in the washer.

I had brought a pitcher of raspberry iced tea and two glasses into the
living, set them on a coffee table and sat back on the leather sofa after
dropping a soft sounds CD into the player. I had just gotten my shoes and
socks off when Travis came back into the room, the burgundy towel wrapped
around his slim waist. I glanced over his forming young boy's body as he
walked toward me, admiring as always a boy's forming muscles, the nicely
defined but slender chest adorned with small nipples. The towel was wrapped
around equally slender hips, the front drooping down well below the little
button in the center of his taut belly. On an older boy, hair would have
been visible, both from his pubic area as well as the love trail from cock
to belly button.  Not so on this cute young thing, he was smooth as a new
born baby's ass.

"Oh man I needed that D, thank you so much." He flopped down on the sofa
next to me and accepted the glass I offered to him and swallowed about half
of it before setting the glass down and getting up and wandering back over
to my bookshelves.

"You sure got a lot of cool stuff D, I love these statues. Gosh this boy
has a big cock, oh man. He doesn't look very old either, like about my
age." As I usually have to do, I explained the statue, the boy, etc
etc. etc. and got the usual response. Cool!!

Travis came back over and stood directly in front of me, hands on his
thrust out hips. "Am I as cute as David is in the statue?"  he asked.

"Oh you're cute alright," I said, looking up at him.

"So, are you going to do something about that D, my being cute I mean?"

"Is that what you want Travis, for me to do... something?"  He smiled at
me, then undid his towel and let it drop to the floor, and stood there with
nothing on but a large bright smile. From where I sat his cock was right in
front of me less than a foot away, hanging gently between silky smooth
thighs, it's circumcised head looking at the floor. He looked to be about
five inches soft, his baby smooth balls in their wrinkled sac hanging
nicely beneath his pride and joy. He had a small growth of brown pubic hair
at the base of his cock, his pubic area flat and blending well up into his
lower belly.

I leaned forward and cupped the entire works, the young cock already
responding to my gaze. Like most boys his age, Travis was rock hard in an
instant. I moved one hand to his butt, kneading it gently and feeling it's
firmness before pulling him to me and licking the head of his now almost
six inch long cock. I licked a few times then took the head into my mouth
and sucked on it softly, my tongue grazing over his slit. The hand on his
tight young ass up and down inside his crack while my mouth took every inch
of his rigid boyhood inside until my nose touched his downy soft pubic
hair.

"Ooohhh fuck D," the boy moaned, his fingers in my hair. I deep throated
him until he panted for me to stop, which I did.

"Fuck you are so awesome D but I want to suck on you too, take your clothes
off, let me see your cock." I stood up and Travis' hands were at my belt
almost immediately so I let him continue the job of unbuttoning and
unlatching and all that. Once my jeans were opened he pushed them down to
the floor, leaving me standing in boxer briefs, which were protruding in
the front, a large wet precum stain marking where the head was. Travis felt
my cock up and down from the outside of the fabric. The boy had patience,
knew how to build up a little excitement.

"Oh man your cock feels huge," he said softly, his hand moving downward to
fondle and cup my balls. "And your balls feel so fat and heavy D," he
added. With that said, he pulled them down in one fell swoop, my seven inch
dick bounding out like a vertical jack in the box, in this case a cock in
the shorts. Travis got to his knees and began licking at the head, slurping
off the precum that was leaking, almost like a drippy faucet then took the
entire head into his mouth, tonguing it a little bit before sliding farther
down the rigid shaft. The boy actually got about half of my cock in his
mouth before backing off then returning once again. Bobbing up and down on
me without choking at all I reflected that the boy was pretty good at
sucking cock. He finally stopped and stood up. With a smile of his pretty
little face he asked how that felt. Instead of answering I pulled him to me
and leaned down to kiss him. Travis didn't pull away but leaned to meet me,
pressing his soft lips into mine that allowing my tongue into his mouth. I
held him as we kissed, a hand running up and down his back, going further
down onto the protruding orbs of his butt. He ground his hips, forcing his
hard cock into me, both of his hands around my waist and on my ass pulling
me in and holding me in place as he rubbed against me.

"Do you have a bed we can go to D?" he asked, breaking the kiss. I pointed
the way and Travis moved away from me, his slim little ass swaying gently
as he walked to my room. On the bed the bed we lay down, hugging each other
tightly, lips once again jammed together and tongues battling. I was the
one to break away, moving from his head to his chest and suckling a small
nubbin of a nipple causing Travis to moan, or groan, which ever you like. I
stroked on his cock while I suckled him and continued to do so as I slid
downward, kissing his taut belly, then nuzzling my nose in his pubic
hairs. I finally took him into my mouth, swallowing his entire length, the
head of his boycock hitting the back of my throat which caused even more
moaning and an increase in his breathing.

"Fuck D I'm dying to cum," he panted. "Make me cum D." So, I made him cum,
sucking on his cock while gently kneading his balls. It didn't take long,
only a matter of moments, until I felt his cock swell and he all but
screamed out as he blasted fresh warm boy sperm into my mouth and down my
throat. As his orgasm subsided I felt his body go limp, relaxing into the
bed and I took my mouth from his cock, knowing how sensitive it was.  I
moved back up along side him and he rolled to his side, pressed into me and
did the kissing thing all over again.

"That was so awesome D," he said quietly after breaking the kiss. "I never
been with someone that I actually cared about, ya know, it's always just
been guys, strangers. Being with you it feels different, special."

I thanked him for the compliment, giving him a quick kiss as a sort of
affirmation then asked him if he had ever had a boyfriend. He said that he
hadn't and in fact had never been with another boy.

"I don't think anyone knows what I do D and nobody who knows me knows I'm
gay and I don't think they even suspect.  I don't know why exactly but I
never run into people I know when I'm down on the strip and of course, I
don't so the sex thing every night or even all that often, only when I
really need some cash."

"So," he said with a gleam in eyes, want me to bring you off?" He didn't
wait for an answer but slid downward and immediately went to work on my
pulsing cock, taking the head into his mouth and suck just that satiny
piece of flesh while his hand stroked the lower part of the shaft. He began
slipping his head up and down rapidly, keeping his mouth closed tightly so
that his soft lips slid back and forth across the edge of the head. The
feelings were incredible. This kid was incredible. Normally it would take
forever for me to cum from a blow job but this cute little thirteen year
old took me to the edge quite fast.

"Fuck Travis, I'm gonna cum really soon, oh man," I whispered. It seemed to
spur him on. He tightened his lips even more, adding plenty of saliva to
keep it slippery. He gripped my shaft firmer and stroked it a little faster
and he bobbed his head a little faster. I felt the familiar tingle in my
balls and lower belly.

"Here it is baby boy, here it is, OOOOHHHHHHHHhh," I moaned out as my cock
erupted and jet after thick jet of sperm splashed into the boys throat and
I could feel him swallowing as fast as he could, managing to keep up with
the deluge. My cock finally stopped spitting, Travis quite swallowing but
still stroked slowly, trying to milk every drop of cum from my dick. I
relaxed on the bed, letting every muscle in my body go slack and the boy
let go of everything and came back up to me, leaned down and kissed me long
and hard. When he broke off he looked down into my eyes and said,

"How was that D, did I do a good job?" I told him it was the best sucking
I'd ever had and I was not all that far from the truth when I said it. "I'm
glad. I wanted to make it good for you, something for you to remember. I
told him that it would be a long time before I ever forgot it, if I ever
did. I haven't.

I rolled him onto his back, draped a leg over his still hard cock and
kissed him back, deep throating him while a hand played with a nipple. I
broke the kiss and moved my head to the same nipple and suckled him,
drawing the tender little nub into my mouth. He gasped out loudly then just
moaned as I worked each nipple over. I finally stopped and told him I
needed to shower and rolled off the bed.

"Can come in with you D, I'll wash your back?"

"I'd love to have you join me baby," I told him.

"I like it when you call me baby, it makes me feel special D," he said
behind me as we walked. I turned and enclosed him in my arms and kissed him
again.

"I like making you feel special Travis cause you are."  Once in the shower
we washed and scrubbed each other, making sure that each little nook and
cranny was cleaned and rinsed. I was dying to eat the young teen's asshole
and I told him that as I washed him there.

"Ya know, I've never had that done and have never done it D, I've always
been a little bit afraid of it, ya know."  I decided that I'd start him in
the shower so turned him around and had him lean against the wall. I
kneaded the orbs, ran my hand down between his legs, cupping his smooth
soft balls from behind, coming backward with my fingers and allowing them
to trail across his tight virgin muscle. I finally peeled him open like a
shrimp and stuffed my tongue inside and licked and slurped. Fuck he tasted
so sweet to me and I all but buried my face inside his cheeks. Travis was
moaning and groaning like mad as the new feelings ripped through his young
inexperienced body. I finally stopped and we left the shower, drying off in
a rudimentary manner then going straight to the bed.

We both came again after we rimmed each other and Travis decided that he
like both parts of the act. As we lay together afterward, just before
falling asleep, Travis told me that he wanted for me to be his first lover,
to be the first guy to fuck him. Not that night, not necessarily anytime
soon, but when he was ready, he wanted me to love him. I told him that I
was honored to be chosen for such an event and I meant it from the bottom
of my heart. I don't take such a thing lightly. I did end up taking Travis'
offer and perhaps I'll retell the tale before the end of this narrative.

I had been involved in martial arts for some years and at my current dojo I
studied with my own master working on my second degree-black belt while
teaching a class of kids ranging from twelve to seventeen.  The class was
generally small, no more than a dozen kids at a time, and there were few
kids that stuck it out. A lot of kids dropped out after a few months, other
moved on to other schools or classes. One boy seemed to be a constant.  His
name was Stevie and he was about fifteen, maybe sixteen. He wasn't drop
dead cute like a lot of the boys I spent time with but he was cute enough
in his own way. He was a slender boy about five foot six or so, with pitch
black hair of a medium length, dark eyes with similar lashes and thick
brows. His two front teeth were slightly crooked, but not a lot, one of
them had a small chip in one edge. His little nose slightly upturned and he
had a few small moles along his jaw line and neck. Stevie had a winning
smile but he used it sparingly. He studied hard, taking his lessons and
practice seriously and tended to be fairly quiet, keeping to himself.

His body felt fairly firm to me, I having had the opportunity to touch him
during instruction, correcting poses or moves, which he always thanked me
for. We had a small locker room that we changed in although most students
came to and from class already in their Gi's, the required uniform. Stevie
generally used the locker room and it was during those few moments after
class that I learned that he was in a foster home, his mother having lost
parental rights a few years before. I learned that he was a fairly good
student with few friends.  I also learned that Stevie's shyness extended to
his body and that most of the time he kept his back to me while he
changed. The few times that I did get a frontal shot of the boy in his
briefs, he appeared to be moderately endowed, that is, he pouched out the
front, but still, it's hard to tell. I thought too that his gaze seemed to
linger on my own crotch for just a moment as we talked while changing but I
shined that off as being normal adolescent curiosity.

I felt sort of sorry for the boy but I also liked him, he was a nice kid,
polite. He seemed to like me as well so when I had asked if he'd like to
hang out with me from time to time he jumped at the offer. I talked with
the foster parents, the foster father was a real dickhead, and they gave
Stevie permission to leave the house with me.  Generally we attended
movies, went to car shows and other public things, sometimes went to the
beach and often I bought him lunch. We got along great, Stevie seeming to
take to me and I confirmed that he was indeed, a nice boy.

One day I decided to take him on a hike at one end of the island, an area
accessible only on foot and although there were some hikers, it was not
generally frequented by other people. It's a pretty cool hike along the
ocean, all lava rock formations and plenty of tide pools. In some parts you
hike right along the water and in others you're fifty to hundred feet from
the water's edge, and sometimes a good fifty to a hundred feet on top of a
cliff, overlooking the ocean.

It was a hot day and we were both sweating as we came upon a place that I
was familiar with, a large, hot tub sized tide pool that sat at the edge of
the water when the tide was out. The tide pool was at the bottom of a
precariously steep rocky hill behind another smaller hillock of rock and
totally hidden from view. If you didn't know it was there, you certainly
wouldn't make the climb down. We had stopped to rest and I asked him how he
was doin.

"Gosh I'm roasting D, it's gotta be a hundred out here." He said it with a
smile, not at all complaining. I agreed with him and the thought occurred
to me to use one of the tide pools to cool off in. Believe it or not I had
not "set" this up, it was totally impromptu.

"How about soaking in one of the tide pools Stevie," I suggested. "Some of
them are comfortably large and deep and would definitely do the trick."

"That would be great D but I don't have surf shorts on." I explained that I
didn't either but since it was just us guys, and I was pretty uncomfortable
in the heat as well, it wouldn't bother me at all to go nude.

"What about other people D won't they see us?"  I pointed to the
outcropping at the bottom of the lava flow and explained about the tide
pool behind it and asked him to observe the fact that he couldn't see it
from where we stood.

"Well, okay, lets at least go look at it." I started downward with Stevie
right behind me and after a good ten minutes of careful maneuvering we
rounded the lower hillock of sharp lave rock. The boy almost gasped at the
sight. The tide pool was a good six feet across, the front edge dropping
off to the water where small waves crashed into the rocks. At the pools
edge was a flat ledge about five feet long and a good four feet wide that
was completely covered in white sand. Man could not have made a more
perfect setting and it was completely obstructed from view.

"This is so totally awesome D I can't believe it," he said softly as we
stood on the ledge over looking the pool and the vast ocean beyond.

"I thought you might like it Stevie," I said then added, "and it's totally
private." I untied my shoes and shoved them off, stuffing my socks in side
and setting them on one of the many little nooks and crannies that made up
the face of the rock wall. Stevie followed my lead and soon t-shirts and
jeans were draped likewise on the rocks and we were both down to shorts, he
in briefs and me in boxer briefs. I nonchalantly dropped my underwear and
draped them next to my other things and turned back to face the boy who
didn't quite stare but took in the view of me. I immediately started down
into the pool as Stevie removed his underwear and was into the pool and
standing on a ledge knee deep in water as he started down the rocks behind
me. He was facing away from me so what I saw was his slender boy's butt and
a glimpse of his balls between legs that had a smattering of black hair
mostly on the calves. Once on the ledge beside me he turned around and I
got a view of his boyhood pride and joy before he stepped further into the
water submerging himself to his neck.

Stevie appeared well enough endowed, his softened boy cock about the same
size as mine only a little thinner and he was cut. His balls were large,
hanging nicely between his thighs, a small amount of black hairs visible at
the base of his cock on the wrinkled skin. He had a thick nest of pitch
black pubic hair at the base of his tight, well developed lower abdomen and
I wondered briefly if sex was going to be an option with this boy. He sort
of swam and floated around the pool a huge smile on his smooth face.

"Oh man D this is great, it feels so good and so much cooler." Of course
the water was warm to begin with but sitting in the pool in the hot sun and
warmed it up further so it wasn't blazing warm but almost perfect. I agreed
with him, mimicking his behavior and moving about the pool. Our bodies
touched from time to time which was unavoidable but Stevie didn't seem to
mind at all. He would alternate between being face down and face up, and in
both cases, his body parts were visible just below the surface and I felt
myself stir slightly at the sight of him.

"What's kind of great," I said, "is that you can soak awhile, then get out
and lay in the sun and dry off and when you get too hot you can go back
in. Great way to get a full body tan too," I added.

"I'd be afraid to get my dick or my balls sunburned," he said with a
grin. I suggested that one didn't lay out in the sun too long in order to
avoid such a calamity.

 "If you do it right and take your time you won't get burned, look." I
stood up again so that he could see how balanced my tan was and even though
he was quite close, he didn't shy away but looked directly at my cock, and
then my firm ass as I turned around for him.

"I see D," he said, "that looks pretty great and you can hardly see any tan
lines at all."  Instead of getting back down in the water I elected to
climb out and sit on the sandy ledge, my legs draping over the edge, and
lean back on my hands. My balls were hanging free between my legs and my
cock was flopped off to the side, laying along side my inner thigh.

The young teen all but stared at me and again, I felt a slight stirring in
my groin.

"I would be afraid of, you know, like getting hard too D," he said quietly,
looking up at me, my crotch almost in direct line with his eyes.

"I can understand that Stevie but ya know what, it happens to me too
sometimes. There's just something about being outside with no clothes on
that is kinda sexy. And that's okay" It appeared as though Stevie's hands
might be busy under the water as he said,

"Well then what do you do."

"Well what would you do if your cock was all hard and you were naked and
nobody was there to see you?"

He smiled big again and said, "I'd probably beat off." I agreed with him
but then he added, "But what if someone else were there, like right now and
you're here, would you still beat off?"

"Sure, why not. It's kinda sexy doin it when someone else is watching or
even beating off with you. Wouldn't bother me at all." My cock was
definitely responding now, having filled with enough blood so that it was
about a quarter hard and moving slowly upward along my thigh toward my
belly. I looked down at my thickening cock and said,

"See, I'm starting to get hard just talking about it." He moved close to
the edge of the pool and looked straight at my stuff which caused it to
grow a little faster.

"Me too," he all but whispered and stood up, the head of his cock breaking
the surface of the pool, it's eye looking straight at me, and his balls
still underwater. He was fantastic. His young cock was stretched out to
full stand, easily as long as my own and it had thickened noticeably. He
climbed out of the water giving me a full on view of his firm body, the
hair matted down from the water, his fat balls moving slightly as he got up
and sat next to me. His cock head reached his navel, the perfectly shaped
head swollen in lust. I looked directly at it then to his face.

"You've got a great body Stevie, your cock is really quite magnificent for
a boy your age. May I touch you?"  He nodded his head then leaned back
farther as I reached over and grasped onto his rigid shaft and squeezed it
gently up and down it's length, stroking it a few times in the process.

"Oh man D that feel so good, that's the first time anybody ever touched my
dick."  That seemed to be a common thread for me. I let go and leaned back
as he had done and he asked if he could touch me too and I nodded my head
in ascent. He grasped onto my flesh and did as I had to him, squeezing up
and down the length of me and stoking it as well.

"Gosh that feels strange, touching another guys dick like that," he said
leaning back. I took over where Stevie had left off, slowly stroking my
cock.

"I know, feels good too doesn't it?" He nodded his head as he slowly
stroked his own rock hard shaft, sliding it up and down lovingly.

"Are you gonna squirt out, are you gonna cum D?" he asked. I nodded my
head.

"Of course, do you want to watch." He nodded his head and proceeded to
stroke my cock in earnest as the boy looked on, the movement on his own
cock having picked up speed. I felt on my balls, squeezed and rubbed them
as I jacked then slid my hand over to Stevie and grasped onto his dick. He
moved his hand for me and reached over to my cock and we both proceeded to
jack each other's cocks. Stevie was moaning with pleasure and almost
suddenly said,

"I'm gonna cum D it's already there, oh god," and I felt his cock thicken
in my hand before erupting in thick globs of warm sperm, the first jets
shooting all the way to his nipples then leaving a trail of creamy white
goo all the way to his navel. When it was over, he relaxed, his hand having
fallen away from my cock so I scooped up some of his cum and used it was a
lube, massaging just the head of my cock until I too reached climax.
Stevie watched, mesmerized by the sight of my dick erupting in a fashion
similar to his, blasting all the way to my chest and everyplace from there
to my belly button. Stevie watched with interest at the fireworks
commenting on it after my cock had settled down to a dribble.

"That was pretty hot D, I've never watched another guy cum before. You make
a lot of stuff and it was cool watching you use my sperms for a lube. I
smiled at him, noting that his dick hadn't lost much of its youthful
rigidity.

"Well how about we get back in the water and clean this goo off?" He nodded
his head and lifted off of the ledge and headed down to the pool, his hard
cock pointing the way for him.

"I see that you have a direction finder," I said and nodded at his dick.

"Yeah, sometimes it seems like it stays hard forever."

"Well there are other things we might try in order to get it to go down," I
said. He wondered what that might be and I said that in essence, making him
cum again would probably do it and the other things we might try are things
that would help him to achieve that goal.

"You mean like suckin on it or something."

"Well," I said as we settled into the pool, "that might be one
thing. Actually Stevie there are lots of things that people do with each
other. You have quite a few erotic spots on your body, some of which you've
already found and some you haven't."

"HHHmmmm," he said as he wiped his cum from his body, "well I guess I trust
you D so maybe you can show me some other stuff." I floated over to him and
grasped onto his balls under the water and gently kneaded the soft bag then
slipped up to his throbbing cock and stroked on it a little. My other hand
moved up from his pubic thatch, rubbing softly across his flat belly and
stopping at one of his small brown nipples. I let my finger moved back and
forth across the small piece of flesh causing it to firm up as blood rushed
to it and causing it's owner to moan quietly, his eyes closed and mouth
partially open in response to the totally new feelings flooding his body
and his neural synapses.

I continued feeling his balls and his cock while my mouth replaced my
fingers on the nipple and I sucked it into my mouth and rolled it about
with my tongue.

"Oooohhhhhhhh" the boy moaned and his hand went to my head, his fingers
running through my hair as I suckled him like a baby at the breast. I spent
a little time there then stopped and slipped under the water and guided
Stevie's rock hard teenage cock to my mouth. I sucked on the head then
slipped about half the length into my mouth and bobbed there a few times
before I came up for air.

"Maybe we should sit on the ledge so I don't drown," I suggested. Stevie
nodded and turned, beginning the climb out of the pool, his delicious
slender ass almost in my face. He was in the climbing position where one
foot was extended up and forward, the other still down, his balls swaying
gently between his thighs, his butt slit just barely hiding the tight
muscled core of his body.

"Wait," I said, touching his back. He stopped and sort of looked over his
shoulder and I reached between his legs and fondled the heavy sperm laden
eggs before leaning in and licked at the underside of them.

"Oh damn," he moaned and his legs sagged a little at the totally new
feelings as I licked up and down the seam of flesh running from his balls
all the way to his asshole, although I didn't rim the boy and I didn't open
him up but I got damned close.

I stopped what I was doing and said to go ahead and he did, turning and
laying on his back on the sandy ledge.  He looked at me, his eyes half
closed in lust and smiled.

"Having fun Stevie," I asked.

"Oh yeah," he sighed. Still standing on the lower ledge, the water up to my
calves, I leaned forward and stroked on the boys pulsing rigidity before
taking it into my mouth and swallowing about half the shaft. The boy moaned
out as I bobbed on his boyhood, my hand gently kneading his balls and
stroking the bottom part of his shaft. It didn't take long.

"Oh gosh I'm gonna cum again D, I'm gonna cum again" he moaned. I stroked
his cock and sucked him, felt the flesh in my hand stiffen, his whole body
go tense and then the warm liquid erupt into my mouth. I swallowed as fast
as I could, drinking up all of his young sperm, barely getting a taste of
his essence. His second offering was almost the same amount of volume of
his first so I was quite busy for a moment until his body relaxed back onto
the sand. I stopped most of the mouth motion, knowing how ultra sensitive
he would be, but continued to gently stroke his cock and fondle his balls.

"Damn, that was the best frickin cum I've ever had, oh man I can't
believe. When you licked behind my balls I thought I was gonna die D, how
do you know so much stuff?"  I removed his now softening teen cock from my
mouth and told him I had a lot of practice. He asked if I was gay and I
told him I was, and was that a problem for him. No, it wasn't. I explained
further that my sexual orientation had nothing to do with the fact that I
enjoyed spending time with him, that this episode was not planned nor were
any further episodes planned from this point on although I still wanted to
continue the platonic part of our relationship. He was quiet a moment then
said softly,

"I understand D. I want to still spend time with you like we have. I don't
know if I'm gay or not but I do like what you do to me, what we've just
done. I think I might want to do it again, maybe even more stuff if that's
okay with you."

"Whatever you decide is fine with me Stevie," I told him. You're a really
neat kid and I enjoy the time we spend together. If you wish to explore
your sexuality further and want to do it with me I am more than open to
that."  He smiled and leaned toward me and put his arms around my neck and
hugged me tightly.

"Thanks a lot D, I really appreciate that."  We didn't do anything else at
the pool except lounge around, soaking in the water. We didn't get dressed
until it was time to leave and Stevie seemed more than comfortable with
that. I continued to spent time with the boy and we continued to explore
his sexuality together which eventually led to his fucking my two or three
times. He wasn't interested in getting fucked although I did rim him
frequently and penetrated him with a finger on more than one occasion,
bringing him off as it did. He finally found a girlfriend and of course
turned eighteen and I lost contact with him.

The beach and beach type areas were another great place to hook up with
boys. As I write this, I think of Jay, probably one of my most memorable
encounters, mostly because of his beauty.

If it were possible to categorize a twelve or thirteen year old boy as a
god, an Adonis, then that boy would have fallen into that elevated category
by almost anyone's standards.  I had first seen him at a popular body
surfing beach, strolling the shores with a group of his young cronies. He
was clearly their leader and equally clearly the oldest of the preteen
group of beach boys, and he boldly stood out from just about everybody of
any age on the usually crowded beach.

His mop of hair, pure white, bleached out by the salt water and sun, was
unkempt, as though he had come out of the water, ruffled the excess water
out and left it to dry whichever way it wanted to, sort of an unplanned Rod
Steward look. His body was tanned a beautiful bronze, the kind of color
seen on people who are normally fair skinned but have spent lots of hours
in the sun, as he clearly had. With a body board and towel under one hand,
he stood in front of his followers and scanned the waves, his other hand
absently reaching in front of his tanned shorts and squeezing his cock as
if to make sure it was still there. He looked briefly at me and nodded his
head in polite recognition of a fellow body boarder, despite the difference
in our ages. His eyes were the most startling blue I had ever seen, crystal
clear and framed by long lashes and thick sandy brown eye brows. His
complexion was equally clear and smooth, not a hint of hair other than what
was on his head. His chest and lower abdomen were well defined for a boy
his age, clearly a result of many hours on the water, paddling his board
out to catch the waves. He was fucking drop dead beautiful, magazine cover
material and he knew it but didn't let it go to his beautiful head.  We had
managed to run into each other on the beach a half dozen times, each time
nodding in recognition and working our way up to "Hey, howzit" accompanied
by the local boy handshake then eventually to first names and discussion of
the day's wave conditions, which on one particular day sucked big time.

It was seven o'clock on a Wednesday morning, a time when I liked to hit the
beach because there were few people on it, like this morning. I was sitting
on the sand looking out at the glass flat surface when Jay hunkered down
beside me. We performed our hello rituals then both sort of leaned back on
our elbows.

"Man, what a shitty surface," the boy said in a melodic voice that had not
yet broken.

"Yeah, and it looks like serious rain to boot," I comments nodding at the
dark clouds gathering overhead.

He nodded and said, "Shit, I coulda stayed in bed and jacked off." His hand
went to the front of his shorts and gave it the obligatory squeeze, his
fingers seeming to work directly on his boy cock.

"Well, it's not too late to carry out that plan since there ain't a fucking
thing gonna happen here," I retorted.  "Except rain," I added as the first
few drops hit us. I stood up saying, "I'm gonna go sit in the car, wanna
join me?" he nodded and stood and we headed toward the parking lot in
silence. As we approached my car I hit the unlock button so the alarm
beeped and the parking lights flashed.

"Fuck, that's your car D?" he asked with awe in his young voice. I nodded
my head and all he said was "frickin sweet." I popped the trunk and we laid
the body boards and backpacks on a blanket provided for just that
purpose. We started to head to our respective doors and I said,

"Sand." Jay reached behind him and brushed the white granules from his
backside getting most of it. I decided to take the plunge and said,

"You missed some, here," and I proceeded to wipe across one of the most
deliciously firm, protruded boys butts I had ever seen. He looked over his
shoulder at me when I finished, smiled and said thanks. His teeth were so
straight and so white that the smile was almost blinding despite the dark
weather outside. It started to rain heavily so I ran to the driver's side
and jumped in.

I turned the car on acc and popped in a Johannes Linstead CD, which
elicited a positive comment from Jay after the first track was half
done. We made a few comments about the shitty weather and the fact that it
didn't seem like it was going to abate.

"So what are you gonna do D?" he asked. I thought for a moment then said,

"Well, I think I'm gonna go home and pop in a porno tape and jack
off. After that I don't know."

"Wow," Jay said, "you got a porno tape. Can I come?" I responded to the
lewd definition of come.

"I dunno if you're old enough," I said with a smile.

"No, I mean can I come to your house and watch it? And yeah, I'm old
enough."

I thought about it a moment, giving the boy a cynical look.

"Please D, I promise I won't tell anybody ever, please I've never seen a
porno before. Is it a good one, is there lots of sex and stuff in it?"
Well there was but my collection was all gay and I wasn't sure how to tell
him that so I just plain did it.

"Look Jay, it's not what you think, it's a gay porno. You aren't gonna see
any pussy or tits or whatever ok?"

"I don't care, it's got sex stuff doesn't it, I mean, I'll catch wood
watching it won't I?"

"Well, I honestly don't know Jay," I told him. "I like it but then, I'm
gay, which by the way is highly confidential, so I can't say how you'll
respond to it."

He though for about a nano second and said, "Hell I don't care if you're
gay and I promise I won't tell anybody that you are, can I come see the
video?" I laughed a deep belly laugh and said,

"Okay Jay, you can come to my house, watch a porno if you want, jack off in
my living room if the mood strikes you and then we'll go have
breakfast. How does that sound?"

He smiled, a repeat of the brilliant expanse of teeth from earlier and
said, "Groovy."

Twenty minutes later we left our sandals on the porch and walked through my
front door and like others before him, this boy was impressed with the
artwork and the overall layout of my place. I got right down to business
and put a soft music CD, with the volume down, in the player, the
aforementioned porno flick in the DVD player and grabbed the remote for the
40" TV screen and went to the sofa and sat down. Jay watched me then came
to the sofa and stood there a second.

"Are you really gonna do it D, like, beat off I mean?"

"Yeah, most likely. Do you want to?" I asked him. He nodded his pretty
blonde head vigorously, his perfect lips opened very slightly and his thick
eyebrows raised in the gesture that people make when their sort of excited
about something.

"Okay then."

"Wait," he said. "I want to get a little bit more comfortable." He unhooked
his shorts and dropped them, and stood in his brightly flowered surf
shorts. I got his meaning and stood up and began unlacing the strings of my
own surf shorts, Jay following suit. I knew then that we would play the
game of who first and that from this point on I would have to take the
lead. It was amazing how, at this juncture, even the most brazen of boys
turned shy.  My shorts undone, I slid them to my ankles, standing only in
my boxer briefs. Jay had followed my lead, doing the same only he was
wearing a pair of dark blue boxers. He immediately rubbed at the front,
grasping his cock and giving it a squeeze while he looked boldly at my
crotch as if to divine what was hidden beneath the fabric or more
appropriately the size of what lay behind the fabric.

"Okay" he said sitting on the sofa about an arms length away. I punched the
play button. I knew that the video was somewhere in the middle and sure
enough the scene on the big screen showed a guy on his knees just starting
to pull down the front of the underwear of another guy standing up. The
models were quite young, possible teens considering the video came from
Europe. The scene was a close up so you could only see the crotch of the
boy standing and the young blonde face of the other boy who appeared to be
wearing a letterman sort of jacket. The boy managed to pull out the rock
hard cock of the other boy and begin licking at the head before taking the
rigid shaft into his mouth and bobbing on it for a moment. When he stopped
sucking he moved the shaft out of the way, pulled the underwear farther
down and began licking on the boy's balls, moving them all around with his
tongue.

I was rubbing at the front of my underwear, massing my now hard dick and
glanced sideways to see Jay enraptured by the big screen and doing the same
thing to his obviously hard boycock. He must have seen me from the corner
of his eye because he glanced at me and smiled then looked to my crotch to
verify that he wasn't the only one turned on by what he was watching.

"Fuck this is hot," he said, his young voice now a little husky. I agreed
and slipped my hand inside my underwear, grabbing my cock and stroking
it. We both went back to the screen where the standing boy was jacking his
boner, the other boy cupping the boy's balls, his mouth close to the head
of the boy's cock and his tongue taking little swipes at the precum that
was visibly leaking.

I stole a sideways glance, seeing that Jay's hands were inside the boxers,
busy doing the stroke thing. I turned back to the screen and as I did I
slipped my cock out through the leg of my underwear. About half it's length
was exposed, pointing in Jay's direction and I stroked the shaft, gripped
the head and massaged it, my own precum acting as a lube. From the corner
of my eye I could see that Jay was now staring at my cock, watching me and
not the TV. I turned to him and nodding at the screen said,

"Watch." Jay turned his head in time to see sperm shoot out from the hard
dick and into the other boys mouth, the boy gulping to swallow the sticky
offering. At that point I said, "fuck it" and raised off the sofa and
pulled my underwear down and off, my cock so rigid that it stood up, not
touching my skin, and fully exposed to the cute young boy next to me. Jay's
eyes were once again glued to me as I began rubbing my balls and stroking
on the base of my cock with the same hand.  The boy didn't need an
invitation but did the same, leaning back and allowing me a full view of
his pride and joy while he stared at mine.

His skin was pure white, his rock hard boycock the same, blue veins visible
at the sides. About four and a half to five inches long, he was cut, the
head as perfect as the rest of his body and a clear drop of precum
glistening at the slit. He had just started growing hair, and if I took the
time I could probably count the dark brown not yet curly strands. The small
sperm makers hanging underneath were dropped, the skin at the base of his
cock wrinkled and the bag totally smooth and hairless. He was fucking
beautiful. He started stroking his boyhood with thumb and forefinger
saying,

"Gosh D your cock is so frickin huge." When I asked if he wanted to touch
it he simply moved closer and grasped onto it, feeling it's hardness. "Oh
man I hope my cock gets that big."

"It will Jay, in time, but for now it's beautiful, it's perfect for your
body." I reached over and did to him what he had done, stroking the rigid
little shaft, causing him to moan. Fuck I wanted that throbbing morsel in
my mouth but figured that might not be the best time. If he stayed awhile,
and there was some doubt as to that, then I'd be able to suckle his cocklet
but for now I needed to play it straight, well, mostly straight.

"Want me to make you cum Jay?" He just nodded his head so I fondled his
balls a little, the young beauty spreading his legs open wide for me, his
breathing becoming more rapid. The boys on the screed and changed to a
different scene and were sitting like Jay and I were on a sofa, nothing on
but t-shirts and big fat hard teen cocks. They were kissing while they
stroked each other then they removed the shirts and one boy leaned down and
began sucking the other one's cock.

"Oh fuck that looks so hot that boy getting sucked off. Can you suck on me
like that D?" he panted.

 Fuck, could I? I didn't say a word but moved away then leaned down and put
my face in his crotch. I sniffed the sweet sweet fragrance of young boy. I
pulled down on his balls, causing the boy bone to stand straight up and I
licked the swollen mushroom shaped head, first taking off the precum the
moving all around the sensitive rim and the underside, his equally
sensitive glans. I placed my lips on the head only, and slid up and down a
few times, running back and forth over the rim of the head causing loud
groans to pour from Jay's mouth and in one swoop I went down, swallowing
the entire shaft down to his balls.

"Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuck" he moaned as his body stiffened. I moved off quickly
and stroked his stiffened cock, mesmerized as always at a young boy's
sperming. He gave forth two large drops that landed unceremoniously on his
flat heaving abdomen. Clearly, he had not been producing the life giving
nectar of the God's for very long. I continued to stroke him, slowing down
to a less frenzied motion as his body relaxed in the afterglow of orgasm. I
finally let go and sat back on the sofa and began stroking my own throbbing
dick, needing to find release from the tension of the moment. I was leaking
precum like crazy so rubbed it all over the fat head of my cock and worked
just that area, knowing that I could bring myself off fairly fast that way.
Jay just watched a moment then asked if he could do something. I told him
he could massage my balls if he wanted and it appeared that he did as he
leaned over and began rubbing and kneading them.

"God they're so big and so heavy, oh man," he whispered as he worked. I put
my arm on his shoulder and sort of rubbed him a moment than told him he
should probably move his head out of the way at least. He moved back and
still holding my nuts, watched the cock action less than a foot from his
face.

"Oh fuck here it goes Jay," I moaned and sure as shit the head erupted. I
usually produce a fair amount of liquid as well as some distance and this
time was no different. The first blast landed at my nipples followed by one
that went a little further and one that landed just short. The next four
jets of ropey white cum landed in various spots on my belly, at least one
of them twisting in the air like a bolo, before landing.

"Jesus that's a lot of sperms D, damn I never seen that much jizz
before. Well, I haven't seen any but, shit that's a lot, do all older guys
make that much?"

I couldn't help but laugh. "Jizz?" I asked. "God is that expression still
around? I remember and older guy telling me once that was a word they used
when he was a boy and that had to be fifty, sixty years ago."

"Yeah, some boys still use it," Jay said. "Still you sure make a lot of it
D, fuck." I sat back on the sofa as did the beautiful boy, though this time
he was right next to me, our thighs touching. "That was way hot," he said.

"It was way hot sucking on your cock Jay, trust me. You have a wonderful
body and it's great to be able to help make you feel such intense feelings,
seriously, it's an honor to me that you allow me to not only see your body
but to worship it by letting me touch you, to suck you and to make you
cum."  I truly believed that and meant it and Jay knew it. He blushed under
the praise and said it was fun having me do it and to see my body. He'd
never seen a man's cock before or a man sperm so it was all new and
wonderful to the boy.

"So, do you want to hang out for awhile, maybe have breakfast and maybe do
some more stuff?" He didn't hesitate but nodded his head and said he would
like that. I leaned forward and shut off the DVD leaving the two boys in a
sixty nine position that I knew would progress to them fucking.

"Well, I need to take a shower and clean off, you are welcome to join me if
you like." I stood up and Jay did the same. Both of our dicks were now in
repose, his just as beautiful soft as it was hard. He was a perfect boy in
my estimation and I told him so, causing him to blush even more, but he did
smile. Boys respond well to praise, never forget that. As we headed for the
shower I thought,

"What a great way to spend a rainy day, sexing up with a cute young boy."