Date: Fri, 12 Mar 1999 22:25:07 -0500 (EST)
From: cutter57@email.com
Subject: "Touring With Richard - Part 2" (Man Teen)

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction.  It contains detailed
depictions of consensual sex between a man and a teenage boy.  If this or
any other aspect of male/male sex offends you or if you are averse to
anything homosexual, please go elsewhere.


			   TOURING WITH RICHARD

	Copyright c 1999 by Robert J. Cutter - All Rights Reserved

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	 Part 2: Morning and Evening of the First Day (Continued)


I opened the door for my beautiful Richard; he walked slowly into the room.

He was smiling a great big smile and he looked totally gorgeous.  I could
see his beautiful straight teeth.  I wondered how much this had cost his
parents.  I gave him a big smile in return.  He was so fucking adorable
that I could not take my eyes off that shining and smiling face - that
eager, receptive, wonderfully youthful face.

I just kept staring at him and letting my eyes follow him as he moved
slowly into the center of the room.  I studied his wonderful face and
absorbed every detail of his features.

I suddenly realized that Richard was not really all that beautiful.  His
mouth was rather large, which, I supposed, contributed to that magnificent
smile of his.  His lips were incredibly full and that made them extremely
sensual; they just begged to be nibbled and kissed.  His dark blonde hair
was cut rather poorly and was short on the sides and long on the top; it
had streaks of lighter blonde and some of the longer wisps partially fell
over his left eye.  He had really big eyes; they were an attractive shade
of green and very beautiful with the whites very white.  His eyelashes were
thick, and quite dark and very long.  His eyebrows were brown and a bit on
the heavy side.  His face was not completely smooth; he had a touch of acne
around his nose although he seemed to have no facial hair.  And his nose
was straight but also rather large.  He had rather large ears and they lay
very flat against his head; they seemed to be very finely chiseled.  His
neck was rather thin a quite long; it looked so very smooth and cried out
to be sucked on and licked.  He had a most pronounced Adam's apple that
came to a bit of a sharp point and it bobbed around a lot when he
swallowed.

So Richard was not as beautiful as I had originally thought him to be.  I
was beginning to feel a little disappointed and questioned my own ability
to discern true beauty.  Why was I so apparently wrong in my first
assessment of his physical appearance?  And why was I so inexorably drawn
to him?

When I looked at the whole of his countenance, however, I realized that
although he was not classically beautiful in the true sense, he did possess
an incredible beauty very much his own - an audacious mix of the boyishly
cute, the sexily masculine and the truly sweet and honest.

I definitely felt better as my eyes took in his total appearance - his
wondrous face and apparently beautiful body combined with a certain
mysterious aura that Richard seem to emit.  It was as if I was being drawn
into an all-encompassing field that surrounded him.

I had difficulty believing that this fine young man was here in my hotel
suite for...for what exactly?  What was he doing in my room?  Why was he
here?  What was I supposed to do with him...or to him...or for him?  I
really didn't know what Richard and I would be doing in the privacy of this
Haifa hotel room.  I'm sure he had some idea of what he wanted from me but
I was still mostly in a quandary.  Oh, I know what his mother had asked of
me; but I still wasn't completely convinced that the course of action
outlined by Ruth was the one I should pursue.

Richard was still wearing the same clothes he had on earlier - the
oversized sweatshirt of some pseudo-famous designer, the baggy jeans and
the sneakers.  I assumed he had other stuff underneath those items of
clothing, but I really didn't know for sure and I really didn't care.

This was the evening of the first of a seven day tour of Israel and I was
so mixed up I didn't know if I could spell my own name if I were asked to
do so.  This incredible situation combined with jet lag (a seven-hour time
difference) was making me a bit crazy.  I was taking this young teen into
my room - and probably my bed - at the behest of his mother who thought
that his introduction to gay sex should come from a man of good character,
as if there could ever be such a person in this world.  Well, at least I
was a man of genteel character.

As Richard walked into the sitting room I closed the door.  He immediately
moved towards me as if to plant a kiss on my mouth.  I quickly moved back
so that he could not accomplish his objective.  His smile immediately
disappeared and a questioning look took over his face.  "What's wrong,
professor?" he asked with a worried look on his face.

"Uh, nothing, Richard," I answered not very convincingly.

"I thought that my mom talked to you."

"Yes, she did."

"And she said you said that I could come over here for the evening.  Isn't
that right?"

"Yes, it is."  I hesitated a moment and looked into those great green eyes.
I spoke slowly and in a very calming and reassuring tone of voice.
"However, Richard, I think we should get to know each other, you know,
better first.  We should talk for a while and see if we like each other.
You know, for all we know we could hate each other and then where would we
be?"

Richard smiled that wonderful smile of his.  "I know that I like you at
lot, professor.  I don't need to find that out."  He lost the smile and
said seriously, "Don't you like me?"

I smiled at him and moved the back of my hand to his smooth cheek; I petted
it softly.  That cheek was so incredibly smooth and silky to the feel that
it sent shivers up my back.  "Yes Richard, I like you very much, too.  But
let's sit down and talk for a while.  Okay?"

"Yeah, okay, I suppose."

He began to walk over to one of the sofas in the sitting room.  However, I
put a hand on his shoulder and steered Richard into the bedroom.  There we
seated ourselves on the small couch in that room.  I noticed Richard's
facial expression changed the second he realized that I was moving towards
the bedroom.  His face took on the mixed look of surprise and happiness and
seriousness.  It was so endearing and loveable.

He sat down on the loveseat while I continued to stand.  "Would you like
something to drink, Richard?  You know, something soft - ginger ale, Coke,
orange soda, whatever."

"Yeah, I'll take some ginger ale, if you got."

I went back into the sitting room and poured two glasses of ginger ale;
when I walked into the bedroom again I handed one to Richard.  I could have
used a shot of something in mine but I didn't say anything.  I sat down
next to him and lit up a cigarette.

"Richard, there is something I really need to know."  He nodded at me while
drinking his soda.  "Tell me, why did you resolve...er...choose this time
to have male sex for the first time in your life...and with me, a total
stranger?"

He looked at me with an incredible burning intensity in his eyes.  This kid
was smoldering.  He was really hot.  His look softened a bit and then he
smiled.  "I really don't know.  It's really strange, you know?  When I
first saw you get on the bus this morning, I just liked the way you looked.
It was a sudden sorta thing.  Then when we talked so much during our
stops...I don't know, I just really liked you and felt myself being drawn
to you and you seemed to be so nice to me not treating me like a kid and
all but talking to me as an adult about adult stuff and all."  He looked
directly at me now.  "Then at one point, I think we were in that old
crusader church in Acco, you...you put your arm on my shoulder and I just
loved that.  I got an immediate hard on in my jeans...and I felt really
close to you."  Richard blushed and what a beautiful blush it was!  I was
captivated with him even more than I had been before, which was saying
quite a lot.  "And professor, it's not just the first time for male sex -
it's the first time for any kind of sex...uh...except, you know, for doing
myself, masturbation and all."

I smiled at him.  "I understand.  At the church I was just being friendly.
Although I do have to admit that I did find you a very, very attractive and
appealing young man.  At that moment I didn't know what was more beautiful
and stunning - the church or you."  I also realized that Richard had told
me in effect that he never even had sex with his younger brother, which I
thought was possibly a little unusual.

He turned a deeper red at my last statement.  "Thanks.  I just
felt...that...you know, you were a person in tune with young guy like
myself."

"I like to think I am, Richard.  I like to think I'm in tune with all
people."

We looked deeply into each other's eyes.  I slowly leaned in towards him
and gave him a very light kiss on the lips.  He smiled an incredibly wide
smile back at me and gasped lightly for breath.

"Oh!  My god!  That was wonderful!  You took my breath away."

"That's what it was meant to do.  Was that the first time you have ever
been kissed by a man, Richard?"

He nodded shyly.  "Yeah it was, a-a-and I like it a lot.  I mean, I really
loved it."

He brought his lips up to mine and we kissed again, this time he put a bit
more pressure on me and I loved the feel of his soft full lips against
mine.  While he held the kiss, I slowly move my hand to his nearest thigh
and stroked it very gently and very slowly.  I could hear and feel the pace
of his breathing change and begin to speed up.

"Richard, before we go any further, I really need to ask you something and
also to tell you some things."

He nodded slightly at me and I noticed what I took to be a sudden panicky
look on his face.

"There's nothing to be worried about, Richard, so please get that look off
your face, okay?"

"Okay, professor."

"I like you Richard; I like you very much.  Are you sure you want me
to...you know, are you absolutely sure that you want me to make...uh...you
know, introduce you to male love this night?"

"Oh, absolutely.  I'm really, really ready.  I know I am!  I just know I'm
ready!"

"How do you know, Richard?  Think about it.  Tell me, how do you know?"

"Well, I know that I am incredibly aroused right now.  I was aroused the
minute we came in here and when you kissed me the first time...well, you
know, I just know that I want you and I want you to do...er...do things
with me like I said earlier.  I feel I'm old enough and mature enough to
make decisions about my body by myself and I am certain that I want you to
make love to me and to do wonderful things to me and to make love to me and
my body.  I know I'm ready.  I can feel it.  I know it's absolutely right.
I really want to be your close friend, professor.  I'm here for you.  I'm
absolutely and totally here for you."

His enthusiasm was contagious although some of his words seemed to come
straight from cheap romance novels.  I know that I was tremendously
aroused.  The thought of making love to Richard and his apparently
beautiful body were making me hotter and hotter.  In addition, Richard was
such a nice, sweet kid, that I fell under his spell of youth and goodness.

"Thank you, Richard.  I appreciate your confidence in me.  I have to
honestly admit to you right now that I really do want to make love to you
tonight in the worst way and I want you to enjoy every moment of what we do
together."

He gave me a very big smile and his eyes crinkled up and I knew, I just
fucking knew, that I was completely under the charm of this beautiful
fifteen year old boy.  I didn't know if I was in love with him or not but I
did know that I would go to the ends of the earth to do anything that he
asked of me.

"Richard, sweetheart, will you let me touch any part of your body?"

"Yes," he answered is a whispered tone.  "And will you...uh...let me touch
your body, professor?"  he asked in the same tone of voice.  "Anyplace?"

"Yes, Richard, you may touch my body anyplace you want.  Do whatever feels
right and good to you?"

He smiled another of those patented great smiles of his and I was
immediately transported away from a Haifa hotel suite to another place - a
place where golden sunshine and heavenly rays of light abounded.

I reached out and gently hugged this beautiful boy to my body.  He
immediately threw his arms around me and we hugged and began to kiss each
other.  Our little adventure together was about to begin - and I hadn't a
doubt in my mind now how it was going to end.

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Richard raised his arms as I removed his sweatshirt.  He was wearing an
oversized Nike tee shirt under the heavy sweatshirt, and as he lifted his
arms I could see very small patches of dark blonde hair in his armpits.  I
don't know why, but I find the armpits of my partners to be extremely
appealing and sensual.  Richard's armpits beckoned to me and I was a little
disappointed when he put his arms down.

He bent over to untie his sneakers, but I stopped him.  "Let me undress
you, Richard.  Let me undress you completely."

"Even my sneakers and sock?"

"Yes, everything, including your sneakers and socks."  He just nodded
slightly and gave me another one of those wonderful smiles.

I took both of Richard's hands into mine and slowly stroked them.  Richard
had beautiful hands - they were slender and his fingers were surprisingly
long.  His nails looked like they had been chewed a bit, but they were
still attractive and quite soft.  I squeezed them and soothingly rubbed
them.  Richard seemed to like the attention and I heard his breathing
becoming a little more labored.  I slowly moved my hands up his arms until
I was stroking the full length of his forearms.  He had very little hair on
his arms and what there was were a light blonde and felt very silky to the
touch.  I worked my hands slowly up and down his arms from his hands to his
elbows.  I exerted a little more pressure and was thoroughly massaging his
quite thin but obviously very strong forearms.  I even ran my hands up past
his elbows and lightly felt his biceps; they were well developed although
not exactly bulging.  They still were the muscles of a boy and not a fully
matured teen.

As I finished rubbing Richard's arms, I bent over to remove both of his
sneakers, and then slowly removed his thick, white sweat socks.  Richard
had very attractive feet - they were rather large, seeming too large for
his height; he'd probably be quite a bit taller.  His toes were long and
straight and even his little toes were attractive - not bent and gnarled,
but slim and tapered, and as beautiful as the boy himself.  I kissed his
feet and he gasped.  I smiled reassuringly at him and he smiled back.

God!  What a loving kid he was.  He was willing to accept anything and
everything - hopefully.  I slowly rubbed his feet and he squirmed when I
hit a ticklish spot.  But he let me continue to stroke those handsome large
feet of his.  I pushed the bottoms of his baggy jeans up his legs and
soothingly ran my hands from the tips of his toes to the base of his nicely
shaped calves.  I massaged his feet, ankles and lower legs while I leaned
into him for another soft kiss.

Richard's lower legs were a little bit on the hairy side.  They glistened
with beautiful dark blonde and light brown hairs.  I rubbed my hand lightly
over the hairs and found them to be very soft - almost downy in feel.  I
looked at Richard's face and he was watching what I was doing.  He had an
expression of mixed delight and surprise.  He obviously liked what I was
doing.

"Its called foreplay, Richard."

"Foreplay?"

"Yes, foreplay.  What I'm doing is getting us both ready to enjoy what
comes next.  You'd be amazed how many different area of your body respond
to being touched or caressed in certain ways.  It's all part of the arousal
process and gets us both heightened for the participation in the act of
love itself."

"Are these the erog...erog..."

"Erogenous zones?  Some of them are and some of them just feel great when
they are lovingly tended to by your partner."  Richard smiled again at me.
This kid certainly smiled enough and every time he did I felt my heart
begin to melt a bit - he had that look of indescribable cuteness combined
with such delicate and exquisite beauty.  It was absolutely breathtaking
and something I could not remember ever having seen before in another human
being.

When I had paid enough attention to Richard's feet I put them down onto the
carpeted floor and reached over to unbuckle his belt.  He thrust his hips
and pelvis forward to help me in my pursuit.  I slowly began to unbuckle
his wide leather belt while simultaneously moving my other hand up to his
cheek.  I stoked his cheek gently and soothingly and slowly worked that
hand down until I was stroking his throat and neck and finally worked my
way down to his chest.

Richard was still wearing his tee shirt.  As I undid the belt and opened
the snap on the jeans I noticed that my hand on his chest was tracing a
very well define teen chest.  It felt quite muscular and it also felt
really wonderful under my hand.  Not only was this boy incredibly cute but
it now appeared that he had a magnificent body, too.  This was almost too
good to be true.  My pulse began to race as the anticipation of slowly
revealing Richard's entire body began to penetrate my brain.  I had a
feeling that this was going to be an important night in my life - not to
mention Richard's.

Richard had his eyes closed and his breathing had become more labored.  He
seemed to be enjoying my attention to his body, but I really wasn't
completely certain.  I had never been with a teenage boy before and I knew
that sexual responses differed at different ages.  He had a peaceful look
on his face and his mouth was opened; he had his tongue at one corner of
his mouth and he looked so sweet and gorgeously boyish that I just couldn't
take my eyes off of him.

I began to pull his jeans down and he lifted his hips again so that I was
able to slide them off easily.  He kicked them away and I saw the cute
boxer shorts he was wearing.  They had cartoon characters on them playing
hockey in comic situations.

"Those are great boxers Richard."

"You like `em?  My mom got them for me when she visited New York.  I think
she got `em at a sports place right near Madison Square Garden."

"They're great!  I love `em."

Richard reached over to me and kissed me again.  This time I opened my
mouth slightly and let my tongue lightly caress his closed lips.  He pulled
back quickly and gave me a very quizzical look.

"Didn't you like that, Richard?" I asked with a sort of hurt expression in
my voice.

"Yeah, it felt rather good, but..."

"Haven't you ever given anybody and open mouthed kiss?"

He shook his head.

"Not even a girlfriend?"

"I don't have any girlfriends.  Never did.  I really don't like girls.
They're so fucking cliquey.  And they're always laughing at me all the
time."

"That's because they find so incredibly cute they want you to notice them."

"I don't think so."

"I do."

I move my face closer to his and kissed him again on the lips.  He wrapped
his arms around me and pulled me close to him.  I opened my mouth to
lightly lick his lips again and found that Richard had opened his mouth for
me.

I pushed my tongue forward just slightly and let it soothingly play along
his lips and teeth.  I could feel when he let out a huge breath of air.
Richard was certainly beginning to enjoy the experience of having my tongue
in his mouth.  He had a rather large mouth and as I moved more and more of
my tongue into his hot orifice his breathing became more and more labored.
He seemed to be enjoying the sensations immensely.  I just hoped he
remembered to keep breathing.

I stroked his tongue, his teeth and the smooth inside walls of his cheeks.
He tasted marvelous - sweet, like the boy himself.  After a few minutes of
my playing around in his mouth, I began to feel him push his tongue towards
my mouth.  I was delighted that he wanted to reciprocate the experience.  I
pulled my tongue back and let Richard begin his explorations.

He was very careful and very gentle.  I delighted and thrilled at the feel
of his smooth, virgin tongue seeking out every corner and crevice of my
mouth.  It so soothing and even though I was getting hot from his attention
to me, I also felt strangely calm and peaceful as this very attractive teen
continued to kiss me passionately and caress me.  He had moved his hands to
my back and began to stroke me rather intimately.  I was so happy that
Richard was returning my love - it made me feel that he was truly happy to
be here with me and liked what I had been doing to him.

I moved one hand down to his still concealed and obviously throbbing
boyhood and let my hands move lightly and very carefully over his package.
His reaction was a sudden intake of breath.  Of course, since he had his
mouth on mine and was tongue fucking me, his sharp intake drew all the air
out of my body.  I started to sputter and cough and Richard quickly
withdrew his mouth from mine and dropped his hands from rubbing my back.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, professor," he said very apologetically.  "I didn't know
what was happening.  When you touched me on my...uh...you know, down there,
it came as such a sudden shock, I just didn't know what..."

I interrupted him because I knew he could go on half the night apologizing.
"It was fine, Richard, there is no need to apologize.  You didn't do
anything wrong, sweetheart."

He blushed again when I called him "sweetheart" and he lowered his head a
bit.  He then looked up at me again, smiling and putting his arms around me
again.  He hugged me tightly and I kissed and licked his ear.  He loved
this attention to a new and different part of his body and squirmed a bit.
He also began to work on my body a little more seriously.  He tugged at the
bottom of my tee shirt.  I sat back slightly and raised my hands; he
quickly slipped the shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor.

He gave me a great big smile again when he saw my body.  I do not have the
greatest body in the world; in fact, I am a little ashamed of it.  I am
quite thin and have pretty much kept in shape since I was distance runner
and swimmer in high school and college.  I have no bulging muscles which
guys seem to crave these days.  I also have very little body hair and the
little I do have was always shaved off at the request of previous lovers.
My armpits and my entire pubic area were completely smooth because I
developed a real liking of the feel.

Richard looked at my body and nodded and smiled.  While I still had my arms
up in the air he leaned in slightly and began to put his face near my
underarm.  "Hey, you haven't got any hair here in your armpit, professor.
What happened?"

"I shave my body, Richard.  I shave all of it."

"Really?  All of it?"

"All of it!  Every bit."

He was quiet for a few seconds.  Then he burst into a big grin.  "Jeez,
that is so cool!  This is really great!  I love it so much."

He kissed me and I kissed him back very forcefully.  He moved his hands
over my back and then moved them forward until he was rubbing my chest.  It
felt truly wonderful.  His touch was so light and so silken.  Richard
seemed to be a very naturally loving and caring partner.  He moved his
hands over my erect nipples and it felt like gossamer.

"I love the feel of your chest, professor," he said in a whisper into my
ear.  "It's so smooth and so warm."

"Thanks.  But now I want to see and feel yours Richard," I responded into
his ear.

I moved back from him and slowly and carefully lifted up his tee shirt.  I
held my breath as I revealed what Richard had concealed beneath it.  And it
was unquestionably worth the wait.

Richard's chest was perfectly smooth with not even one hair that I could
see.  It was also amazingly blemish free, quite unusual for a teenage boy I
assumed.  It was very well defined and his pectorals were highly developed.
He didn't have hugely defined six-pack abdominal muscles yet but he was not
that far away from them.

"Do you work out regularly, Richard?"

"Yeah, I do, about three times a week.  Can you tell?"

"Oh, can I tell!  You have a magnificent chest Richard.  It's really
awesome!  I love it!"

"Thanks.  Thanks a lot.  I work out very hard and I also swim and run."

"I can tell.  You have a really great build, Richard.  You have a very
beautiful, young body and I'm going to do some awesome things with it and
for it tonight."

I couldn't tell if he was smiling or not because the tee shirt was over his
face, but I was sure he was giving me one of his great big wonderful
smiles.  I also heard him take in a gulp of air when I praised his body and
told him that I was going to work on him.

As he lifted his arms up high I again saw those soft little tufts of hair
in his beautiful armpits - they were real small, like the size of those
prepackaged cotton balls.  I pulled the tee shirt completely off and just
stared and him.

Richard's body totally delighted me.  It was quintessentially teenage boy.
It was so incredibly smooth, beautifully defined and well muscled.  As a
bonus I was granted a long, lingering whiff of Richard's unique teenage boy
smell.  I felt myself get a little lightheaded from this wonderful
fragrance.  It was a heady combination of musk and sweat and talc and
deodorant and something I could not quite put my finger on.  But it
absolutely reeked of maturing teenage boy.  It had been very long since I
had smelled anything as wonderful and as invigorating as Richard.

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He was so incredibly attractive sitting on that bedroom loveseat wearing
only his cute hockey motif boxer shorts.  I looked down at his crotch and
Richard certainly had a mighty stiff member.  And he was also leaking lots
of precum.  I could see a big wet spot on the front of those cute shorts.

"Getting very excited, aren't we Richard?"

"Yeah.  I am.  I've never felt like his before.  Ever!"

"How about we move over to the bed?  Okay?"

"Yeah, that'd be great," he said in a half whispered, half spoken phrase.
"I'm suddenly feeling a little weak."

I put my arms around him and helped him stand up.  We walked over to the
bed.  Richard was more than a bit unsteady.  He sat down quickly while I
maneuvered to remove the spread.  I helped him move towards the center and
Richard spread himself out once again.  He was so incredibly appealing and
beautiful with a slightly uncomfortable and questioning look on his face
and his dick beginning to peek out the slit in his boxers.

"Are you comfortable, Richard?"

He nodded once or twice.  Those beautiful green eyes were opened wide and
looked bigger and brighter than they had before.  He followed my every
move, watching me very intensely and worshipfully.

"Would you like me to make you feel really wonderful and make soothing love
to your beautiful body?" I asked him.

He nodded again.  He words were spoken slowly and were almost a plea.  "Oh,
yes, yes, please.  Make...make...love to me.  Please make love to me.  I've
been waiting so long for someone who was willing to make me feel loved and
wanted and to make my body feel truly wonderful."

His pleas were as exciting and enticing as the kid himself and made me want
him all the more.  "Okay then Richard, then I will.  If there is anything
that you don't want me to do or if there's anything you don't like me
doing, you will let me know, won't you?"  He nodded again and smiled at me.
"Also, Richard, if there is something that I am not doing and you want me
to do, will you please tell me that also?"

Once again he nodded, and as I slowly sat down on the bed next to him, he
gave me a fabulous big grin.

How was I so fortunate to have this teenage boy in my bed with me during a
tour of a foreign country - and the Holy Land at that?  People come here
from all over the world to worship at the holy sites of three religions.
And here I was worshiping Richard's body and preparing to make soothing and
spiritual and carnal love to him.  I wanted this to be the greatest
experience of his young life - I wanted him to love and cherish every
minute of my attention to his body.  I also knew that I wanted to satisfy
myself by making love to this incredibly exciting, virginal
fifteen-year-old boy.  I was certain that we were both ready for one
extraordinary night.

				The End of Part 2