Date: Sun, 31 Jul 2016 21:29:31 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: The Player VI One Saturday I had taken the bike out for a ride and had stopped at a popular beach area to rest my ass. I love my bike but armchair comfy it ain't. Anyway, I was standing looking out at people sunning and surfing and just having fun and heard a voice behind me call my name, a little surprise in its tone. I turned around to see a quite cute local boy probably fifteen or so, about five foot six, slender build, surf shorts and slippers with a bare upper torso, and not a bad one at that, standing five feet away. He wasn't cut and tone by any means but nicely defined and all the requisite parts were accounted for including a flat belly. He looked vaguely familiar but that was about it. "It's me, Kekoa, remember me?" he asked in a soft voice, faintly effeminate. Of course I remembered him but it'd been three years since I'd seen him and he'd been a skinny little twelve year old at the time. He definitely wasn't that now. He wasn't drop dead cute but he was close; he weren't no throw away. His black hair was mostly straight, the bangs brush so that they were just above his left eyebrow lower on the right side, both sides angling downward to cover his ears. The style brought attention to his large dark eyes. The bottom part of his smooth face sported lips that needed kissing in fact, it would have been a crime not to kiss them..The boy sported a puka shell necklace which contrasted sharply against his brown skin tone and he had at least 8 bracelets on his right wrist; some of cloth, some beaded, and one of a knotted hemp of some kind. "How in the fuck are you Kekoa?' I asked with a huge grin. "My god you've grown." He smiled and said that indeed he had. The last time I'd seen him he was in a behavioral health hospital due to his acting out behaviors and when I went to visit him the conversation seemed to center around other boys on the unit and jacking off. Clearly at that time, he'd finally entered puberty so needed to share that with me in what was an acceptable manner, to him at least. He'd always listened to me, had been fairly well bonded with me until his mother and pulled him from the place and left the state, ending up in bum fuck Egypt somewhere. "How have you been? Where have you been? I've missed you ya know," and threw and arm around his shoulder and hugged him. His left hand grasped my hand as it rested on his breast and the other slipped around my waist, the familiar position that we had both comfortable with. He explained that his mom had moved them all to Colorado Springs where she had a sister, had gotten a job, and Kekoa being what he was with regard to his controlling mother, had acted out, got in trouble and ended up in a boys group home for six months. He finally had done some growing up emotionally, decided that he could manage to live with his mother who really wasn't all that bad, so got this shit together and things had been mostly fine ever since. He was here visiting his grandmother but was flying out the next afternoon for a few days on Maui before heading back to the mainland. "I'd like to spend some time with you D; that is if you don't mind." Heck no I didn't mind. I'd invested about seven months into this kids' life as a volunteer worker, a sort of big brother if you will. There had never been any sex or even so much as a hint of it between us but we had gotten pretty close and he'd given me a huge hug, telling me he loved me the last time I had seen him. His mother had pulled him abruptly and not only didn't we get to say goodbye, I didn't even know he'd gone until two weeks after the fact. "I'd like that but what about Gramma?" I asked. He said that she'd really liked me and since he'd been here almost two weeks already she probably wouldn't mind. I explained that I was on my bike and he only smiled and said cool. His grandmother was only about five blocks from the beach so we climbed on the bike, Kekoa wrapping his arms around my belly without hesitation, and we rode off to get permission for him to be with me. She was glad to see me. We'd stayed in touch for about 6 months after the boy had left, she having no more of an idea of where he was than I had. Then her cell number was disconnected and that was that. I never felt comfortable enough to go to here house so simply lost touch. She was more than fine with Kekoa spending the afternoon with me, knowing how our relationship had been before. He changed into some beach jeans and t-shirt and we were off. We left her home and headed into town, to no place in particular, although Kekoa wanted to visit, to bring me up to speed on what he'd been up to the past three years and find out the same about me. There wasn't a plan; either about where we'd go or what we'd do and there wasn't a goal to have sex before it was all over with. Much as it may surprise you, I didn't have sex with every boy I knew, and I knew lots of em, nor did I want to have sex with all of em. Kekoa and I had a non-sexual relationship before and there was never so much of a hint of being anything different and in my desire to spend time with him as a teen; it still didn't enter my mind. For lack of a better place to go I headed for my place. Kekoa held on to my belly fairly tightly, holding his body close to mine and his head close to my ear, commenting on things we passed or saw and generally just being sociable. Once at my house, we dismounted and I said, "This is my place. I don't know where else to go really unless you want to eat so I hope this is okay." "Absolutely okay D," he said with a smile. I am a little hungry but maybe you can scare up something or we can order a pizza or something." I wondered about how he would react to the artwork in the living room so I detoured from the front door and elected to through the garage and out onto the lanai in the backyard. I'd had my suspicions about the boy since the first time I met him although at his age then, it's always difficult to tell with a boy which way he might fall. I had my suspicions now, given the way he presented, as I said before, a very slight femininity in his speech. I was comfortable with Kekoa knowing I was gay and figured that whether he was or not, my being gay wouldn't affect him one-way or the other. "Wow, nice place," kekoa said as he walked through the doorway and caught his first view of my place. "Pool and everything," he added as he walked around a little bit. "How long have you lived here he asked?" as he wandered to where I was sitting in a chair by my lanai table. I told him and he commented that it was pretty cool. I asked him he wanted something to drink and when he nodded yes I asked if my standard raspberry iced tea would be okay and he nodded yes. I went into the kitchen and came back with a pitcher and two chilled glasses, pouring one for each of us before getting down to the business of catching up. He said that his mother had pulled him from the hospital, totally unexpected, and moved to Kansas City of all places. She had a brother who lived there, owned his own construction business and had convinced her to come run his office for him. That lasted for about seven months. They'd had enough problems getting along before but being in a working situation together really had made a mess of things. She moved them to Denver where she got a job in the Sheriff's department and Kekoa ended up babysitting his two younger sisters when his mom worked a variety of shifts. This worked well on one hand since he didn't get along very well with his mother but it also meant that he didn't get a whole lot of time for himself and of course, mom wasn't paying a whole lot of money for his services. "It's your job as part of this family," she'd harped. Of course the girls were both under seven so much of the household chores fell on his shoulders as well. And so the conversation went, both of us sharing various things in our lives as the noon time hour approached and the temperature continued to rise as did out hunger level. We went into the house and I threw some water on to boil, pulled some frozen pot stickers out while I waited for the water. Kekoa and I made small talk until he asked to use the bathroom and wandered off, returning as the timer went off and I put the heated things on a plate and set it on the kitchen table along with dipping sauces. "So what's up with the artwork on your walls D? Looks a little, I dunno, not what I would expect you to have in your house." His voice had a bit of a sound to it, almost coy. I could play that game. "Oh, just stuff that I saw and liked is all." "And liked?" he repeated. "Looks pretty much like the stuff you'd find in a gay guys house," he retorted. "And how would you know what a gay guys' house might look like kekoa?" I asked with a smile on my face. He looked down his nose at me, plopped a dripping pot sticker into his mouth, chewed for a moment then said, `Come on D; don't tell me that you didn't suspect that I was gay three years ago. I know you did cause I remember some of the things we used to talk about." Kekoa was smiling as he talked. "You know, I always thought that you might be gay, or at least hoped that you might be. I always thought you were so cool, I still do, and back then I was sort of confused. It wasn't till after we moved that I really needed someone to talk to and wished to hell that you had been there." He stuffed another pot sticker into his mouth then added, "So, what's the deal?" "Yeah, I suspected back that you might be Kekoa but at your age then it's so hard to really tell. Lots of boys seem like they might be then they grow out of it, or cover it up or something. When I first saw you and heard you talk today I was pretty much sure of it. As for me, yes, I'm gay. I've been out since I was your age or even younger." The boy had a Cheshire cat grin on his smooth face and asked, "So, do you have a boyfriend or anything?" I shook my head no. "Naw, I don't even date very much what with work and martial arts." "So, what do you do about that, sex I mean? You can't just jack off all the time," he said, the huge smile still adorning his face. "I manage," was all I'd say to him. He nodded his head muttering something that sounded like; I'll bet you do. "So what about you?" I asked him. He shrugged his shoulders and said that babysitting kept him pretty occupied. He said that he'd had a couple of short-term kind of boyfriends that hadn't gone much beyond sucking each other's cocks. He'd fucked his last boyfriend a couple of times though and the boy wanted to fuck Kekoa but he wouldn't let him. "Why not?" I asked him. He'd gotten up and set his plate in the sink. "Honestly?" he said as we walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my neck and hugged me slightly from behind. "I wanted you to be my first D. I've always wanted you to be the first man to fuck me. I was depressed when I got to my grammas and called to find out that you didn't work at that same place you used to and I didn't have any other way to get a hold of you. I couldn't remember your last name and neither could mom. When I saw you at the park this morning I couldn't believe my eyes. I think I got about half hard just looking at you. So, here we are, two old pals, both queer as all hell, at least one of us is horny as hell for the other one. What do you suppose we should do about that?" My mind was racing, right along with my heart. "Well," I said in a cracking voice, "how about if we take a swim then a shower then see what happens." I got to my feet as I talked, Kekoa stepping back out of the way for me. "I have a better idea," he said softly. "Let's take a shower, make something happen, then go for a swim." He didn't wait for an answer but took my hand and lead me to my bedroom, having found it when he went to the bathroom earlier. I followed docilely thinking that boys today could be so forward, knowing what they wanted and going right after it. Once there he turned to face me, reached up and pulled my head down and kissed me full on the lips. It wasn't a tongue searcher but it wasn't a peck either but a long lips dancing kiss. When he broke away, he went about tugging my t-shirt from my jeans then going up over my head with it. He ran his hands up and down my chest and belly. "You have such a great body D," he all but purred. He rubbed at my crotch then unsnapped my jeans and slid the zipper down, spreading the flaps open. He slipped his hand inside the jeans but still on the outside of my underwear, rubbing mostly on my lower abdomen and pubic bone. We were still close, our eyes focused on each other's eyes and his widened considerably when he discovered my cock, still only about half hard, stretching itself out sideways inside the fabric. "Oh my D, what have we here?" He felt along the length of my shaft causing it to continue its growth, almost in his hand. "God how big is it?" The question didn't beg and answer and I didn't offer one. Instead I reached out and began trying to remove Kekoa's t-shirt. He stopped what he was doing, pulled the shirt off, undid his jeans and dropped them, standing before me in boxers that were tented in the front from his own young hard cock. I slipped my own jeans down and off as he was removing his so we stood facing each other again, this time all but naked. He melted into my arms and this time the kiss was spurred on by the heat between us creating a lip crushing, nostril flaring, tongue battling affair. My hands were at his back, running up and down his smooth but muscled skin and down onto his butt. And what a nice butt it was, sloping out and away from the small of his back and creating twin orbs that begged to be kneaded and squeezed, which I did. My hands slipped under the fabric and felt his ass, alternately rubbing and squeezing firmly on his flesh. One of Kekoa's hands did the same thing to me while the other attacked my front side, rubbing on my now full on hard dick through my underwear, but only for a moment. He moved his hand inside and clutched onto my cock, gasping slightly as he did so, and slowly stroked me. He broke the kiss to take in oxygen and I moved my head to the soft crease of his neck, kissing and sucking gently and causing his body to shudder involuntarily at the feelings. He moaned and clutched me tighter. My hands moved around to his sides and held open the waistband of his boxers then moved downward, slipping them over his hips and freeing up his boy cock. One hand kept pushing the clothing down his legs, the other seeking out his rampant boyhood and clutching him. My fingers found a moderately thick sausage that seemed about six inches or so long and uncut. I let my hand move south and found his balls, respectably sized eggs in a hanging sac. I fondled them gently, tugging ever so lightly and eliciting further moans from the mouth that was almost next to my ear. Kekoa gently moved me away from him and dropped to his one knee, both hands at the fabric of my Jockey's, moving them down and away from my skin then both hands grasping onto my cock. "God what a beautiful cock D," he said in a husky voice before guiding the head into his mouth and sucking. One hand moved to my balls, holding and tugging them while the other hand held onto the base of my shaft and slowly stroked as he began bobbing on about half my dick, no small feat. I allowed my hands to run though his thick black hair as he suckled me for about a minute before letting my dick plop out of his mouth then standing up again and planting his lips to mine in yet another crushing, tongue battling kiss. It was me who broke the next time, dropping to both knees and coming face to face with Kekoa's dark cock. It was as I suspected, a little over six inches long and thick, its' uncircumcised head peeking out from his foreskin about half way and leaking precum. His bush was thick and black as the hair on his head, his sperm filled balls handing nicely, one slightly lower than the other between dark thighs. Fuck I loved the dusky skin of local boys. I wrapped a hand around his butt; the other under his nuts, tugging them down gently and thus pulling his cock downward. I grasped the shaft, peeled his foreskin back then leaned in and slurped the oozing precum from the swollen head. I placed my lips over the entire head and bobbed on it, creating intense feeling to flow through his young body, the effects reflected in his loud groans. "Oh fuck D, do that too long and I'm gonna squirt in your mouth." I wanted that very much but not quite so soon so I moved further on, taking about half his fat cock into my mouth and bobbing back and forth there for a good minute before letting it go and standing up. "Let's hit the shower before we both cum," I suggested and headed for the bathroom, Kekoa commenting on my ass as I walked away. The water adjusted, we stepped in, rinsed off and since I was first, I squirted Gucci body wash into my hands and began the process of washing Kekoa's body from neck to knees and everything in between. I turned him around and did the same for his back before slipping freshly soaped fingers inside his crack and washing his tight little asshole. His hands were against the wall and pushed his butt out, giving me better access to his core, looking over his shoulder at me and moaning quietly. I leaned and kissed him as my fingers ran back and forth over his tight muscle, one of them slipping up inside of him in the process. I gently finger fucked him while my other hand went around and began stroking his soapy cock and the boy began humping slowly back and forth and creating the double action on his asshole and his cock. "Oooohhhh God, Oooohhhh fuck D, Oohhh fuck," he moaned out when he broke off the kiss. "God I wanna cum so bad, make me cum D." I let go of his cock and slowly slipped my finger out of him causing him to groan and the immediate loss of feelings. He turned and rammed his lips into mine, cramming his hard cock against me. I held on tight to his ass, pulling him to me and grinding my own hard cock against his, the soap creating a slippery friction for us. The feelings were incredibly intense as our rock hard cocks slipped and slid against each other between our bellies. I was at the edge as well, arriving quickly as I usually do when I'm with a boy for the first time. I knew that we'd both be able to cum again soon so allowed myself to continue. I really wanted to see Kekoa sperm out for me but elected to forgo that sight this time, holding on to him and grinding into his body with force. We were both moaning, both fucking each other and we both came, Kekoa first and me right on his tail. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh shit," he moaned and pressed harder, moved faster into me and I knew he was cumming. Watching his facial expression change, feeling his body shudder with from the intensity of his teenage sperming took me over the edge and I cried out as my own cum blasted out and smeared against our bodies, our love juices mixing together along with the soap. As usual when I cum in the shower, my knees went limp and so did Kekoa's and we both struggled to stay afoot as we bumped and ground against each other trying to make the orgasm last. Of course it didn't, and of course the sensitivity in both spewing cock heads became too much and we backed away from each other, automatically grasping each other's dripping shafts and stroking, hoping to prolong the moment as our upper bodies met and our heads relaxed on the other's shoulder. We held onto each other as our breathing began to slow and subsequently our cock stroking. "Goddamn that was the most fucking intense cum I've ever had in my life," Kekoa said through ragged breaths. I had to agree with him that, if not the most, then one of the most intense orgasms I'd had as well. There's a lot to be said for frottage. We finally separated and I loaded my hands with more soap and proceeded to wash both bellies, cleaning the soapy cum mixture off then rinsing us both off. Kekoa's cock remained about half-mast, mine somewhat more limp, but not quite at the default state. We finished off and climbed out of the shower to dry off, each helping the other out and turning that job into play. When we completed that chore we went back into my bedroom and went straight for the bed and lying in a classic sixty-nine. Kekoa's cock really is a chubby and I enjoyed sucking on it as well as licking his soft balls as they draped down onto his thigh. Kekoa was going at my cock with about as much vengeance as I was going at him and it didn't take long before both of us were full on rock assed hard and beginning to breathe heavier. I really wanted to taste his asshole. I knew that he wanted me to fuck him and I knew that in order for me to take his cherry with the least amount of pain, I needed the boy to be hotter than a fresh fucked fox in a forest fire and the way to get going toward that end, as it were, was to start working on the target area. Besides, I love rimming boys. "Kekoa, put your leg on the other side of me and straddle me," I said, encouraging him by moving the leg in question. He did as I asked and in seconds his cock was resting on my forehead. I pulled it down and licked at slurped at the fat head before sliding backwards until his nuts were swinging free above my eyes. God was a delicious sight. I licked and slurped at his bag moving his delightful eggs about with my tongue. When I began licking at the backside of them Kekoa started wiggling his butt from the sensitivity. I slid still farther back until I could look at his slender butt, the gluteal crack in front of my eyes. I licked up and down along his perineum, that seam of flesh that started under his balls and ran to his boy hole, my hands kneading the flesh of cheeks. Finally the moment had arrived and I gently pulled the orbs apart, revealing his core for the first time. I knew he was clean, I washed it myself so raised my head and licked tenderly at his hole. Kekoa moaned slightly, the noise muffled by my cock stuffed into his mouth. I wrapped my hands up high and pulled, quietly requesting him to lower his body for me and he did so, bringing his delicious but of muscle closer. I held his cheeks apart and began paying homage to him in earnest, licking hard at the muscle and trying to get my tongue up inside of him. I went back to licking up and down the path from his balls to his ass hole, this time servicing the hole as well as his balls and every sensitive spot in between. Kekoa had all but given up trying to suck my cock the feelings running through him were so intense. It was intense for me as well and I began squeezing my legs together as I worked him over, washing him better than he'd ever been washed before. I eventually became tired and wanted to move to the next level so I motioned for the boy to roll off of me and when he did I came up and straddled his body, our cocks matching up, and kissed him. He was hot as all hell and his kissing expressed it, tongue battling and heaving breathing through his nose. I reached to my night stand and pulled out a bottle of lube and small hand towel, then slid down Kekoa's slender, licking here, sucking there until I reached his pulsing teen cock. I stopped my movement, slathered up the middle finger of one hand then lay beside him and began sucking on his cock again. I had one arm draped over his leg so nudged the outer leg open farther with the back of my hand. He knew what I was going to do and complied, spreading his legs wide. Continuing to suckle his deliciously rigid cock, my hand and fingers moved about until I located my target and gently slipped a finger inside of his tight virgin hole. I only went in to the first knuckle, resting and allowing him to adjust to the violation of his most secret place. I kept up the action on his cock, gently bobbing up and down the length. After a moment I moved my finger further up inside his bowels until the knuckles of my hand stopped against his flesh. I wiggled my finger around inside of him causing a gasp and moan then began the motion, sliding slowly out of him then back inside, gently finger fucking him and bringing his heat up. I found his prostate and massaged it eliciting more moans and grunts. After a good two minutes he cried out, "Oh fuck D, you better stop or I'm gonna cum. You better put your cock in me now while we have a chance." Those were the words I was waiting for. I stopped sucking him and told him to lube my cock up, turning my body sideways to give him access since the lube was already close to his head. He did as I asked, slathering the swollen fat head, mixing lube with the precum that was leaking out like a faucet. I gasped slightly at the intensity of the feelings. Once I knew I was prepared, I moved, sliding my finger out of him and moving down between his legs. I guided his legs backwards, folding them at the knees and pushing him farther onto his back and raising his lower body then positioned myself close in to him. With one hand I held my cock down, placing the head close to his hole and moving it back and forth across the wrinkled surface getting lube all over the place, which was the reason in the first place. And then I pushed inward, slowly exerting pressure until the head moved past the tight ring of muscle and into him, then stopped. Kekoa had been watching me the entire time, his eyes half shut with lust and now his face had the expression of pain. Not moving and allowing him to readjust is said, "Relax baby boy and breathe." He did as I suggested and after a little bit nodded his head for me to go ahead. Once the head was inside of him I put my hands on the underside of his upper thighs and pushed his legs back, which opened him up and also braced me. My gaze alternated between Kekoa's face and the ever-amazing sight of my cock slowly disappearing inside of his body, accepting the willingly gift of his virginity. When I bottomed out I asked how he was doing. "It hurts some D, not as bad as I thought it would though." "Good baby," I said quietly with a smile and began the process of fucking the cute young teen. I stayed on my knees for the first few minutes, drawing slowly in and out of his tight young body allowing him to get used to the action and hopefully replace pain with pleasure. That my goal was being accomplished was reflected on his dark brown face, the eyes fluttering open and closed, his lips forming a half smile as I drove into him and the moans and "Oh god's" being voiced low in his throat. He was getting along great, his body having adjusted to me, the invasion of his virgin ass by seven plus inches of thick cock. "I'm going to change positions Kekoa, okay?" I asked him. He only nodded so I draped his legs over my forearms and placed my hands on the bed next to his hips, maybe a little higher, then leaned forward. The position rolled Kekoa backwards, raising his hole to a vertical position and allowing me to drive down into him, stuffing every inch of my cock as deep into him as possible. It also allowed me to kiss him and I lowered my head, bringing my lips to his and kissed him long and hard as I began moving my ass, pulling my cock almost all the way out and driving back down into him. it didn't take but a minute before Kekoa broke the kiss and gasped for air, our kissing not allowing him to breath as deeply as he needed to, the breathes now coming quickly and in a ragged fashion. Kekoa snaked a hand between is and held onto his cock as I started fucking him even harder, ramming my cock into his hole, the force almost driving him backwards on the bed. "Oh fuck, oh Jesus fucking god, were about the only intelligible words that flowed from his mouth from that point on, the rest was mostly babble until he came. "Ooooohhhhh AAAAHHHHHHHH," is about the only way I can describe the primal cry that issued forth from Kekoa's mouth as he came, his body shuddering and convulsing with each squirt of his sperming. I could feel his asshole constrict on my cock and it drove me over the edge causing me to cum almost violently inside of him. I braced myself up on my toes and ground my ass around, creating different angles on my cock and thus inside of him. He cried out again and as it turned out had experienced a double orgasm or at least a longer one than usual. My own sperming was frickin vicious, as intense as I've ever had and I felt at least six jets of sperm blast out of my body into the young teen that was connected under me. I finally slowed my movements then came to a halt, looking down onto Kekoa's face, his eyes still closed and his breathing starting to slow down. "Are you still with me," I asked quietly and he smiled and nodded his head before opening his eyes, although they were still half closed in the afterglow of fantastic sex. Our faces were still close and he reached up with one hand, the other still on his cock, and pulled my head downward until our lips met. "That was all I expected and wanted it to be D," he said quietly after breaking off the kiss. "It was fantastic, you are fantastic. Mahalo nui loa for taking me there." I kissed him back and said that it was I who needed to thank him by honoring me, by giving himself to me for his first time. I let his legs down and told him to put his hands around my neck. He said he had cum on his hand and I told him I didn't care. He did as I asked and I told him to hold on, then moved to my knees and with a heave, pulled him up and onto my lap. His eyes shot open and he uttered, "Oh my" as my cock changed positions inside of him. I hadn't lost much of my hard on and neither had Kekoa whose cock rested upright between our bellies. I held him close, rubbing my hands on his back and we talked quietly, the talk of lovers still caught in the feelings of sharing our bodies, kisses interspersed with words. We both felt underneath, where my cock held us together, Kekoa commenting on how good it felt having me inside of him. It didn't take a long time before he discovered that he could move around and create intense feelings inside of him which varied depending on how he moved. He enjoyed moving forward and backwards, sort of humping and grinding his pelvis into me. About five minutes of that and he was moaning softly, his eyes closed again and his head thrown back. I placed my hands on his hips and helped to guide him as he made love to me. I leaned forward and suckled a nipple through part of it but after a bit it was clear that a third cumming was on the way. I reached over and snagged the lube, poured some directly onto the head of his cock then gripped it in my hand and twisted it like a bottle cap. Kekoa cried out as I massaged the head of his cock in that manner and in a very short period of time he cried out once more. "Oh fuck I'm cumming again," and cum he did. I had slid off his cock head and just stroked him and when he came, the first glob shot straight up in the air about a foot before returning to land in his pubic hair. Four more jets followed although not as high and certainly not as much. After all, the boy had cum three times in the past hour or so. I still hadn't cum as he slowed his motions to a stop and his breathing slowly returned to normal. "You didn't cum did you?" he asked. I said that I hadn't but that it didn't matter. I generally had my fair share of orgasms. He laughed which caused his asshole to constrict on my cock, which was still hard as stone. I asked if he was hungry yet and he said that he wasn't really, besides he didn't particularly want to leave the position he was in. "Your cock feels so good inside me D, I don't want to give it up." "Well baby boy, we're gonna have to break up some time, we can't stay like this forever." "Trudat," he responded," but that doesn't mean right away. Besides, you're still hard and haven't cum again. I'm still hard and could probably manage to cum." He was indeed still hard, although not quite as stiff as the very first time around but hey, even teenage boys have their limits. My knees had gotten sore and we'd moved to a sitting position, me on my butt with legs stretched out in front of me and Kekoa still sitting on my lap. "Wanna try something?" I asked him. He nodded his head so I laid back and told him to swing his legs around so that he was facing the opposite direction. I always loved doing gymnastic tricks while still connected to a boy and generally boys were still limber enough to comply, although with my martial arts training so was I. He did as I asked and was soon facing away from me. I managed to sit almost all the way up then told him to lay sideways and as he moved so did I so that we ended up laying spooned together, Kekoa still impaled by my hard cock. I reached around his waist and gripped onto his shaft and stroked it while I kissed his neck. I tried moving my waist a little bit, to get into a little in and out motion but it was difficult. Kekoa moved his upper body away from me slightly then raised his upper leg and draped it backwards over mine. We spend the better part of a half hour connected in this manner, both making different types of adjustments. He liked being able to put his hand between us and easily feel my cock as it slipped gently in and out of his asshole. We both liked that I also had access to his cock and his balls and could fondle and stroke as much as I liked while we fucked. Sometimes he could torque his upper body around and we could manage kissing while I fucked him. We moved into a position where our bodies were almost perpendicular to each other, our legs in a tangle but still connected, my cock buried deep inside of him. The very hot and fun escapade ended with Kekoa about half on his side and half on his stomach with one knee brought up toward his head. I had managed to get back onto one knee, with the other foot flat on the bed in a sort or marriage proposal position with one of his legs in between mine. It was a tight position on my cock and apparently a good one for the boy as well, considering the amount of moaning he was doing. I kept my hands on one butt cheek, pushing it away from me, opening his hole to the onslaught of my cock and watched in wonder as I slid in and out of his asshole. I was driving deeply into him and all but squashing my balls with each thrust. Kekoa's hand was busy between his legs, stroking his cock as I fucked him and I felt myself reaching, finally, the point of no return. "Oh fuck Kekoa, I'm almost there, it's there baby it's there, oh gaaaawwwwddd" I moaned out as I came, my sperm squeezing out of my tube and into his. I ground my hips, forcing every possible micro inch of my flesh inside of his body. Kekoa screamed out once again as he came, jerking his cock furiously and sending his boy cum out onto my bed sheets as I continued to drive my cock into him in an attempt to make the cum last as long as possible. I finally collapsed onto his body, using my elbows and knees to keep some of my weight off of him. "It's okay D, put all your weight on my, I kind of like how it feels," he said over his shoulder. I did as he asked and heard a sigh of contentment leave his mouth as I settled onto him. We lay like that for a good five minutes, not saying anything, making very minor adjustments in our positions. My cock finally softened and slipped out of him, causing a moan from him. I rolled off of the boy and onto my side and he immediately rolled to face me and melted into my arms, kissing my lips, my eyes lids, my cheeks before settling back in and laying his head against my shoulder. I hugged him to me, reveling in the feeling of having a cute, warm, freshly fucked boy in my arms, a feeling I loved dearly. We lay like that for quite awhile before we finally got up. Kekoa had not cleaned himself off after his third cum, let alone the last one, although it had gone onto the sheets. "I need another shower. I think my ass is leaking your sperm D," he said with a smile. "Not that I mind that at all." We climbed out of bed, padded off to the bathroom and took a long cool shower during which we hugged and kissed and fondled and helped each other wash off. Neither of us caught wood, which, considering the circumstances was understandable. "I'm a lot more hungry now," I said, "how about you?" Kekoa said he was as well and since it was about suppertime we got dressed and headed out to eat, ending up at a popular local place. "Can't get this stuff in Colorado," he said as he macked a mixed plate of barbecued fish, beef, and pork. Afterwards we drove around then headed back toward his grandmother's place but stopped at a partially secluded beach just short her home to say our goodbyes. "I'm so glad to have spent time with you D," he said, a trace of sorrow in his young voice. "It means so much to me that you took the time with me back then, and even more so today. I hope we can stay in touch and I hope I can see you again when I come back at Christmas. You mean a lot to me." he leaned over and kissed me hard on the lips as though his statements needed some sort of proof. I responded back in kind and when we broke away, there were tears in his eyes. `I'm very glad to have spent time with you Kekoa. You're a really special person to me too and now that we have each others email address we will stay in touch." I started the car and drove him home. He gave me a tight hug holding, almost desperately to me before giving me a quick peck and getting out of the car. We stayed in touch as promised and whenever he returned to the islands, Kekoa would spend as much time with me as he could get away with. He became a very adept lover, learned to fuck me but was primarily a bottom. He was very clear about loving my cock stuffed up inside his ass and we experienced more than one marathon, similar to our first one, over the years. He managed to have a few boyfriends that he stayed with for a while but never brought any of them home with me, preferring to spend his sexual energy with me. I didn't complain. He was cute, personable and adored me. By the time he was eighteen, his cock had finished its' growth, topping out at almost 7 inches. He worked out regularly and developed a body that looked great in a Speedo and even better out of one. He eventually moved to Florida, has a lover that he's been with for a couple of years and still returns to the islands at least once a year. And we fuck, including his partner in the mix. His partner's a nice guy, but he doesn't hold a candle to Kekoa.