Date: Mon, 23 Dec 2013 16:41:26 -0800 (PST) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Walmart Waif I really was at Walmart on Thanksgiving morning and as I came out I wondered what it would be like if something like this actually happened and thus the story was born. I does contain sex between a man and a boy so if you don't want to be offended then you better go. The rest of you N-joy Hugs, Tag_m HAVE A HAPPY HOLIDAY TIME and please consider making a monetary contribution to Nifty. ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ He looked like a drowned rat, that's all there was to it. He reminded me of me at about the same age. And, if he shivered any harder I was sure he'd break a bone. His beyond shoulder length brown hair was plastered to his head, random strands across his narrow face. There was a smudge on the point of his right cheek bone, but it could have been a bruise. He looked as much a waif as any waif kid I'd ever seen. It was a little before 6 on a wet Thanksgiving morning; still drizzling after a night of pouring rain. It looked like the kid had been out in it. The boy was dressed in jeans, a hoodie that held the water like a sponge, and faded red sneakers. Because he was cold and shivering, he was hunched over in an attempt to conserve as much body heat as possible. I would have judged him to be in his early teens, probably 5'5 or so and right then, soaking wet, probably weighed a buck an a quarter. "Ccccould you spare ssssome change sir, ffor food?" I had gone to Walmart to pick up a couple of birthday cards for the son of a close friend of mine. I also wanted to pick up a few other things and had chosen that time of the morning because I'd already been up for 2 hours, not that I wanted to. Besides, it was way too early for the Walmartians, as well as people in general to be out and about. I really do hate Walmart but alas, it's handy and tackling it at that time of the morning was just about as perfect as it gets. I found the kid, or he found me, standing by my car as I approached. "When was the last time you ate," I asked in response to his question. "Ddday bbbefore yyesterday," he stuttered. "I have a better idea. Why don't you come home with me, throw your clothes in the dryer, take a hot shower and I'll feed you breakfast?" I held up the bags I was carrying. "I just bought some bacon sausage. Never had it before but it combines 2 of my favorite foods." He looked at the bags then back at me. "Oookkkay." I popped the trunk on my Hyundai Genesis and pulled out a ratty but clean blanket that I kept back there for general purposes. "Why don't you take the sweatshirt off and toss it in here," I said then walked around the car and draped the blanket over the leather bucket seat. Done, I backed away, the boy got in and I closed the door and headed for my own door. I turned the heater on full blast as soon as the engine was on, backed out of my slot and we were on our way to my house some 15 minutes away. I had to clear a couple of stop lights to get to the freeway but once there I turned my attention to the boy next to me. "I'm Jody, what's your name." "Seneca," he said, the stuttering gone and his clear high pitched voice level. "Nice to meet you Seneca. Can I assume that you've been outside all night?" "Yeah." "That fuckin sucks." He looked at me, a little surprised at the language. "Yeah, it fuckin does." He was quiet for a moment then said, "Thanks for picking me up. I don't know how much longer I could have stayed out there." "Well, the exact same thing happened to me when I was about your age, thirteen, right?" "Yeah, thirteen. Really it happened to you too? Was it because you were gay?" I turned my head to look at him with a raised eyebrow. "I saw the rainbow sticker on your license plate frame." "My dad was a fucking asshole, threatened to send me to military school; said they would knock the queer out of me or I'd be the biggest bitch in school. So, I ran away. Had no place to go. Raining like a double cunted cow pissing on a flat rock and I was drenched pretty much like you are right now." I stopped talking in order to maneuver around a truck that was sitting halfway into the exit ramp I needed to take. "Double cunted cow; that's fucking funny. So what happened?" "I was in pretty dangerous part of a large city and 3 drunks were hassling me, had threatened to take me down an alley and rape me. They actually grabbed me and were at the mouth of the alley and I was fighting them and then out of nowhere this guy told them to let me go. Of course it was 3 to 1 and still one of them pulled a knife and started toward the guy with one of his buddies while the 3rd one held me. The guy trying to save me was Asian and he wasn't very big either and I figured that he was gonna get himself killed over me. I yelled at him to just go away but by then the two guys were on him. I still don't know what happened but almost immediately both of them were on the ground and they weren't moving. The guy started toward us and the dude pushed me away and I saw him pull a gun. My savior guy somehow had taken the knife away from the first guy and he threw it hitting the gun guy in the shoulder that was holding the gun. My guy kept coming forward then jumped up, in the air and kicked the guy in the face and slammed him backwards into a brick wall. "Wow, no shit," the boy said. "Yup, no shit, it was amazing. My savior asked if I was okay, I said I was and he said we needed to get away from there right quick. We kept going down the alley then another one and finally went in the back door of a building then into a dingy office where he made a phone call, told someone where we were at then hung up. "I've got a friend of mine coming to pick you up," he told me. "You can trust him 100%. He'll help you figure out what you want to do." I thanked him for saving my life because I was pretty sure I wouldn't have lived through the night. He said he was glad he was there for me; that sometimes somebody wasn't and people got seriously hurt or killed. He never said anything else, we went to the front of the building and 15 minutes later a car pulled up. The guy let me out the door; I turned to thank him again but he was already closing the door. "And on that note we'll have to continue the story later," I said as I pulled into a private drive whose gate was opening for me. We drove through the woods, the wide gravel driveway curving twice before coming out in front of my house and 3 great Danes who were coming out of the opening garage door to greet us. "Wow," Seneca exclaimed. I asked which, the dogs or the house. "Both. It's like a castle." It wasn't really it's just that both front corners were 3 story turrets that were highlighted by strategically placed lights on the ground and in trees. The house had been a self-build that had sat idle for the better part of 10 years. I bought it from the original owners' estate and finished the house myself using some of my construction crew and I had to say, it was impressive. It sat on 10 wooded acres, completely fenced so that my blue blood Danes were safe. I pulled into the open bay and shut the car off. "The only thing they'll do is lick you to death," I told Seneca. Of course all 3 dogs were on the boy like a bad habit but as soon as I commanded them to halt they stopped dead in their tracks. I pulled the blanket out of the car; we got the groceries and hoodie from the trunk and went into the house, the dogs following once I released them. I started down a wide hallway and ducked into the laundry room. Are you okay leaving most of your clothes in here Seneca and I'll take you upstairs to shower?" He said sure and started to undress. I asked if I could just wash everything including the shoes and he said yes again. "Just come on down the hallway when you're ready," I told him and headed back into the hall and ended up in my kitchen. I set my stuff on the island counter, pulled a fry pan down from my overhead hanger and pulled a package of frozen hash browns from the freezer. A moment later Seneca came into the room wearing only briefs, and brief ones at that; a light green and dark blue striped no fly. Fresh they might have highlighted him nicely but they were days old and sagging. I though him rather daring for going shirtless however. I told him to follow me and we headed into a short hall then into the large entryway and up a curved staircase. Another short hallway let me through the high arched doorway into my bedroom suite. "Damn Jody this is really sweet." The room was large, open, had plenty of windows and was dominated by a large fireplace in front of a sitting area and a 4 poster California king sized bed to one side. A curved staircase went up to another sitting room at the top of turret and to one side of it another arched doorway led into my bathroom which garnered another and louder wow. For openers the entire floor was tiled and of course, heated. The entire area under the turret was taken up by a sunken Jacuzzi style bathtub, the ledge by the windows a mass of green potted plants. Twin sinks sat on one wall and a full open shower sat almost next to it. A toilet sat off to a side behind a short privacy wall and a bidet close to that. "This lever turns the water on," I pointed out to Seneca as we stood at the tiled entry to the shower. This one adds these square heads for a full body spray," I explained, pointing to the 3 vertical heads below the rainmaker ceiling mounted head. The third lever directed the water through a detachable shower wand. "For more, hard to reach places," I told him with a grin. I turned on each lever in turn for demonstration. "Towel on the rack there," I said pointing, "Toss your briefs over there and wet towel over there," I said pointing each out. "I think I may have something you can wear and I'll set it on the counter." I left the bathroom and the bedroom and headed down the hall to one of the spare rooms. My nephew had stayed with me a few weeks before and had left a pair of briefs which I had washed and put in his room. Sure enough they were in the drawer along with a t-shirt but it was a short shirt that wouldn't cover Seneca's belly button. Back in my room I went into my walk-in closet and pulled a box down from a shelf, found a shirt that would be a large but suitable option. As I was putting the box back I heard the faint flush of the toilet. I headed back to the bathroom to leave them on the counter for Seneca. Because the shower heads were on the far wall and Seneca was facing them I got a full view of his entire torso from the back and had to say that he had a very narrow little butt. As I moved to leave the clothes on the counter and pick up his underwear Seneca turned around and saw me not 15 feet from where he was. The boy smiled and waved then said, "This is so cool a shower Jody." He didn't seem the least bit bothered that I saw him naked. His cock hung fully in the hot water and seemed perhaps a little large for his smaller statured body. I could see some hair at the base of his cock but not much and it appeared that he was uncut. I indicated that I was putting the clothes on the counter, picked his soaking wet briefs off the floor and headed out of the room. "Thank you," he called out after me. I waved at him without turning and headed downstairs. The sausage patties along with some bacon were in the warmer oven the potatoes close behind when Seneca came into the kitchen. He had elected to wear the short t-shirt which offered a nice shot of his flat belly and of course the briefs which bulged quite nicely indeed. Of course the dogs wanted to greet him and I warned him not to pat them on the outside, but on the inside. "Danes will lean into you and considering that they probably outweigh you they likely would knock you off balance." He asked their names, which were typically long on paper. I called them Larry Moe and Curly, Curly being a female. Typically they had to stick their cold noses in his crotch and his ass which caused him to giggle. "Can I help with anything," Seneca asked and I shook my head then directed him to sit at the counter side of the island. I offered him coffee or hot chocolate and he opted for the latter. I plopped a K-cup in the Keurig and set a mug under it then went about my business until it finished then handed it to Seneca. "Will you finish your story for me Jody?" As I went about completing the breakfast I told him that the guy that picked me up took me to his place and offered to me what I had to Seneca; laundry, shower and food. I asked about the guy that had saved me and he explained that Coleman, the guys' name, had a son that had been killed under similar circumstances a year or so before. Now he spend at least 4 nights a week, always weekend nights, patrolling that particular district because a lot of homeless kids as well as thrill seekers gravitated to it. That action alone had caused the incidents of crimes against children to drop noticeably. "I stayed at Mike's house for a couple of days. I told him what had happened and he said that he too was gay and his youth was also a little rough because of it. We talked a lot over those few days. He finally got me to let him call my dad who, it turns out, was frantic with worry about my having run away. My dad drove the 100 miles to get me and when we met both of us were crying heavily. He told me loved me more than life, he was sorry he had reacted the way he did that he just didn't know how to deal with having a gay son. My mom had died when I was young so he didn't have anyone to help him figure it out but said that together we could do it. "After that things went fine. We remained close until he passed away 6 years ago." I finished cooking and set a plate of food in front of my young guest who tucked in with vigor. We didn't talk for at least a minute then he told me his story. He lived with an aunt because his father was in prison and his mother was; who knew where? He had told his aunt he was gay and while she promised not to say anything to his uncle, she did. Seneca's life became worse than it already had been since the uncle resented his being in their home with their 3 kids to begin with. After he found out Seneca was gay he wouldn't let the boy be alone around his young cousins, who seemed to love Seneca a great deal. He had shared a room with his 2 boy cousins but after that he put Seneca in a tiny room off the back porch. "He came into my room the other day, not knocking because it didn't even have a door on it. I had just gotten up so was only in my underwear and of course my morning boner was obvious. Actually he had a habit of coming in my room about that time and I swear he did it hoping to catch me like that or even naked. Well his goddamned German Shorthair was sitting at the foot of my bed washing his own boner which that dog seemed to do a lot. My uncle accused me of having sex with the dog, jacking the dog off and other stuff and he backhanded me, which is why I have this bruise on my cheekbone. He told me to get dressed and get the fuck out of his house. And here I am." I didn't say anything for a bit then, "I'm sorry to hear that Seneca. That's really fucked." He mumbled a yeah in agreement. "Well, I said cheerily, it's a long weekend. How about you stay here, we'll take it easy and maybe see if we can come up with a solution." He turned to me and offered a somewhat sickly smile. "That sounds good Jody." Then he yawned, which prompted me to yawn as well. "Looks like you need a nap," I said and got a head nod and another yawn. "Honestly, I could use one too." I stood and began removing the dishes. "How about we both take a nap then we'll figure out our day." As I went about getting the kitchen straightened up Seneca asked if I'd had sex with the man that I'd stayed with for those few days. I thought that somewhat strange but answered him with a no. He asked if I'd wanted to. I thought back to that time. I was a virgin, had not had any sexual encounters with other boys probably due to the fear of being exposed for being queer. I desperately wanted to though and had hoped that Mike would make a move on me but he never did. "Yeah, I did Seneca," I said softly. "But Mike didn't give me any message that he was willing. What would have happened if I'd made the move; I honestly don't know." I finished up, heard the bell for the washer so went into the laundry room to change the load over with Seneca on my tail. Once the load was swapped I headed for the stairs and as we went up Seneca moved up alongside me. "Where will I sleep Jody?" I told him that there were 4 more bedrooms and that I would let him choose where he wanted to sleep. Perhaps I shouldn't have phrased it quite like that. "If I have a choice I'd choose to sleep in your bed Jody." I stopped at the top of the stairs and looked at Seneca. "I don't want to be alone. I've been alone a lot and now I'm in a strange place." A tear started at the corners of his eyes, beautiful hazel colored eyes I might add. My heart went out to the boy and if it was a play to get into bed with me it worked but I didn't think it was a play, I thought the pain was real. "Okay Seneca." He wiped his tears off with the back of his hand and when he moved back alongside me I draped an arm across his shoulders and he immediately snuggled into me and put an arm around my waist. In my bedroom I directed him to climb in on the left side and I headed for my walk-in closet, stripped and went into the bathroom. 5 minutes later I was back in my closet pulling on a pair of no fly briefs and after giving my hair a quick blow from the dryer I returned to my bedroom proper. Seneca was facing the middle of the bed snuggled up with a couple of pillows, his hair splayed out around him. I had 6 pillows on the bed, all feather. He looked right at my crotch as I approached then slid under the covers. Seneca yawned again. I picked up a remote from a shelf on my headboard and clicked a button causing the curtains to close and a second click turned the lights off. "Jody," Seneca whispered. "Hhmm," I responded. "Could you hold me?" Little red flags popped up but I ignored them. If this kid was being even remotely honest, he hadn't had a lot of love and affection in his young life. I rolled to face him. "Sure. Go ahead and turn the other way," He did then backed into me, his tiny butt pressing against my crotch. It had been a long time since I'd had a boy in my bed or in my arms and memories of other boys came back in a flash. It had been awhile since I'd had any love and affection too and his small warm body against mine reminded me of how much I missed it. "I can't even think about how much I appreciate you're saving me," he whispered. "I know. Hush now; go to sleep." Seneca drifted off very quickly and left me wondering about my position. I knew that there was no way that I would move on the boy but what would I do if Seneca made the move? If he did I knew better than to ask if he was sure of what he was doing. Having had plenty of contact with gay boys, some in similar circumstances, and having been a boy in that same position I knew that Seneca would be damn sure of what he was and damned sure of what he wanted. I had known what I wanted but didn't have the balls to make the move on Mike. If Seneca made a move on me I would honor his decision and his desire. I could do no less. That decision made I too drifted off sleep. I don't like to cuddle while I'm sleeping because of a bed partner's body heat so if went to sleep huggled up to someone I typically woke up un-huggled. That generally meant that I rolled away from them. And so it was when I drifted up out of sleep I felt the warmth of Seneca's body up against mine. I could also feel his stone hard cock against my butt, almost aligned with my crack. I could feel the heat emanating from it but something else was weird. Sure there would have been some heat but what I felt seemed excessive; unless. I didn't have time to follow through with that thought because his hand had been resting on my hip with the fingers draped over the front and resting against my briefs. And the fingers began a gentle tapping while they moved down toward where my cock resting inside my underwear. I decided to feign sleep to see how far the boy would go. As I lay there I realized why his body felt more warm than usual. The boy had his underwear down or off and it was his naked boner that was pressing against me. Seneca's fingers reached my balls and gently probed the bulge of flesh before walking gently up to the base of my cock where he prodded gently. I had only been partially hard when the boy started but when I started to realize what was going on I started to harden quickly. Because his head was so close to mine I could hear Seneca's breathing and I heard it begin to escalate. Seneca's finger reached about the middle of my cock and settled there gently wrapping around it and testing the thickness. He inhaled sharply and I heard a barely audible, "oh god" and at the same time he pressed his boner against me. The boy felt up and down the 7½+ inches of hard cock, slight inhalations of breath coming from him as he explored me. "So big", he said, so quietly I barely heard him. Seneca stopped at the top and had his thumb work around the underside of my swollen cock head, trailing along the rim. His fingers move up to the waistband of my underwear and since the end of my cock was already there it wasn't much of a move. They worked along the thin elastic rim testing the strength and sliding his finger underneath it then coming back from the point midway to my hip to touch my bare flesh. I knew that he was dying to have skin to skin contact with me and I wanted it was well but also wanted to see how far he'd go in his endeavor. I started to turn back toward Seneca, moving very slowly to give him the opportunity to back away and to get his hand back. He did move back but surprised me by leaving his fingers under the waistband of my briefs. I settled onto my back, eyes still closed. As I moved, the thumb of my left hand snagged the waistband of my briefs and tugged that side over halfway down my butt cheek which would give Seneca a little more room to work with. And that is precisely what the boy did. Because the waistband was a thin strip of elastic and not the typical thick one, keeping the front of my briefs down wasn't a problem. Seneca flipped his hand over and held the cloth back with his writs while his finger wrapped around my bare flesh and gently gripped me. Seneca gently rose on his elbow in order to see my cock and there was just enough light in the room to be able to do so. In moving like he did it turned his body a little and pushed his rock hard cock against my opened hand which rested on the bed. I wanted to grip the boy, to feel up and down his young cock but elected to hold off to see what else he might do. "He's so beautiful," Seneca said, again in a barely audible voice. Seneca held my cock upright and leaned in closer, his upper body now pressed against me. "God I wanna put my mouth on it," he mumbled to himself. All of his talking to himself made me wonder if he would talk out loud during sex. I sure hoped so. I decided to end the charade. I was as ready to move things along as Seneca was hot to do so. I let my fingers wrap around his cock and his balls and at the same time lifted my butt off the bed. "Take my underwear down Seneca," I whispered. To his credit Seneca didn't miss a beat but gripped on his side of my briefs and together we got them down to my knees and since I kept moving them down he did likewise and a moment later I was as naked as the boy was. His hand went immediately between my legs to cup my balls. "They're so big Jody," he mumbled. I reached up with my left hand and grabbed my remote and opened the curtains about 8 inches to give the boy light to see by. "Your balls are soft too; do you shave em or something?" I said that I did. Seneca stroked my cock a few times then looked at me. "Can I suck it Jody?" "You can do whatever you want with it baby boy," I told him. Seneca moved his upper body and draped across my belly. He let go of my dick long enough to push his hair behind his ear then wrapped his fist around my cock again and lowered his head. I couldn't see him but felt his mouth go down over my cock head and close down. The warmth from him flooded through my cock and I reach out to touch his hips just to have contact with the boy. I admired his butt, so slender and tender as only a 13 year boys' butt can be. With my cock still in his mouth Seneca moved his lower body backwards so I could have access to his butt. I took advantage of that. I reached out and felt his butt, rubbing on the top cheek and cupping it with my hand which more than covered the small globe of flesh. I made a finger trail up his crack and in response Seneca moved his top leg and place that foot flat on the bed which opened him up for me. He had continued to suck me, his lips sweet on my cock. I continued to rub his butt, staying in the middle so that my fingers and hand could move between his silky thighs and rub on his smooth hairless balls. I heard Seneca moan around my cock as I fondled his nuts before bringing my hand back, slipping a finger inside his crack to graze across his puckered hole. I got another moan from the boy. We didn't stay there long because Seneca's mouth got sore, which was no surprise. As he crawled up alongside of me I rolled to my side to allow him to snuggle in, which he did. His eyes were half lidded clearly indicating that he was in the throes of lust, the kind of hotness that young maturing boys find themselves in quite a bit. "Fuck I love this so much Jody. Thank you for playing with me." Our faces were less than a foot apart so I admired his, the soft edges and perfectly clear complexion. I leaned forward and knowing what was going to happen the boy leaned toward me. Our faces met half way and we kissed. It wasn't a long passionate kiss but more of an exploratory kiss, testing the waters. We broke it. "That was nice Jody. I never been kissed before. Heck, I never been nothing before." "Well I am more than happy to show you all those things Seneca, if you'll let me." "Let you? Fuck, I want you to," he stated then kissed me only this time it was a passionate kiss; a mouth wide open arms around my neck kiss. His body was pressed against mine, our rock hard cocks mashed against each other as my tongue advanced into his open mouth. When we finally broke away I moved my mouth to his neck and nuzzled gently, sucking slightly at the flesh and causing him to squirm and giggle. "God it tickles but feels so good Jody," he moaned against my head. I knew that; it's why I did it. I slowly moved back from him and reached down between our bodies, found his raging young boner and stroked it. Seneca moaned and rested his head against mine. I felt his balls, cupped and tugged the hairless eggs then gently moved the boy onto his back then I slid down the bed. I was looking at a very delicious boy cock, although all boy cocks are delicious. Six inches of uncut cock hung in the air above Seneca's flat belly. I could see it pulse with each beat of his little heart, the entire tip colored red from trapped blood. I could see wisps of dark blonde hairs poking out from around the base of his cock and below that his balls hung gently against his body, the sac completely hairless. Tiny, spider web red veins ran the length of his cock as well as his balls. God he was amazing. I took in all of this in a matter of a few seconds before putting my hand on his inner thigh and tickling upward, turning my hand up and coming up under his sperm makers and cupping them in my hand. I rumpled the smooth eggs in my fingers causing Seneca to moan before holding them and tugging them down which pulled his boner upright and retracted his foreskin about half way. I gazed at the red and swollen head, the tip shiny from his precum. I leaned forward and licked at the sensitive flesh, reveling in the silky texture for just a moment. I placed my mouth over it and closed down and at the same time took his entire cock into my mouth. Seneca moaned and thrust his hips up in response to the intense feelings flooding his virgin body. As I started to bob he put a hand on my head and gently moved his butt, fucking my face lightly. I fondled Seneca's balls as I sucked him, the feelings in my body building too. It had been awhile since I'd been with a boy and I missed it; a lot. I loved being with boys and I loved everything about boys. They could be so warm, cuddly and loving responding well to positive attention whether it was physical or not. I loved their mostly smooth bodies, their developing muscle mass, their willingness to try new things. Just being snuggled up to a boy, having his warm naked body held to mine was reward enough but having a boy give his young body to me was incredible and nothing compared to it. "Fuck I'm gonna cum Jody," the boy moaned. I took another bob then let him go and got to my knees then moved between his legs. Seneca moved his legs apart to accommodate me so I moved in close as if I was going to fuck him then leaned forward and put my hands on the bed alongside his shoulder. I lowered myself until our hard cocks were side by side. I kept my weight off of him and lowered my head and planted my mouth against his. Seneca kissed me with passion, his arms around my neck. We both pushed our waists against each other and I moved mine slightly from side to side engaging the boy in a little frottage. "God that feels good Jody," Seneca said; his voice thick with lust. "I'll show you what it's like with lube sometime. So, are you ready to cum?" "I've been ready." I moved back into a kneeling position between his legs, took hold of his cock in one hand, his balls in the other and began to jack him off. Tugging and fondling his balls helped keep the boys' heat level up and caused him to continue moaning. I used a thumb and forefinger and slid his foreskin back and forth over his sensitive cock head which was as red as any I'd ever seen. He was leaking precum which helped keep his foreskin from drying out. Seneca had propped himself up on an elbow and was playing with my cock, stroking it with his thumb extended so that it ran back and forth across the very sensitive underside of the head. His focus on my cock probably helped stave off his own sperming but I'd held him at the edge for a fair amount of time and his time was up. "Oh fuck," Seneca moaned. I felt his cock thicken when his foreskin was retracted so did a shortened stroke as Seneca gripped the bed sheets. A couple of small globs of sperm shot up onto Seneca's chest and the rest was just dribble down over my fingers and not a great deal of that. I went back to sliding his foreskin back and forth over the head until he couldn't stand it any longer. I let go of him, wiped his sperm from the back of my fingers onto my cock head mixing it with my own copious amount of precum and worked my cock head. I used the bottle opening technique, twisting my fist as it moved up and down. Seneca had recovered from his sperming, sat up a little more and began tugging on my balls as I jacked off. For a little extra stimulus I fondled Seneca's balls. "Shoot your sperm for me Jody," Seneca whispered, "I wanna see your beautiful cock shoot out your sperm." I felt the tension building in my belly and my balls. I hadn't cum for almost a week. The ripe age of 37 with a very busy work schedule and not being in a relationship just didn't allow much time or energy, or need really, to drain my balls. I looked at Seneca through half lidded eyes, then down at my cock but more importantly his young pubertal body parts and the delights that they offered. I started to cum. I've always been a shooter. As a teen all of my friends were jealous or in awe or both. Every boy loves to have a good cum shot and all boys love watching one and I could be depended on to provide one almost every time. This was one of those times. It was like there was a little blocker or some other obstruction smack dab in the middle of my urethra, my piss slit. Each jet of sperm, and Seneca would tell me afterward that there were 9 of them, split into 2 major globs and multiple smaller ones as they shot out of my cock. The larger one went straight for the most part, the little ones, well, they went every fucking where. The first 2 big ones landed on Seneca's chest and the base of his neck. The little ones fizzed out everywhere. The next 2 sets did pretty much the same thing, landing on the boys' lower chest some of the drops splattering both nipples. The smaller ones went every which way. On all of the squirts extra sperm dropped off immediately and splattered all over Seneca's cock, balls and his hand which was still playing with my balls. It was at that point that Seneca uttered, "Jesus fucking Christ." The next squirt was out of my cock before the words were out of Seneca's mouth and splattered his belly and rib cage, on both sides. And on it went until the end and even then the stuff was burping out with even more running out, down my fingers and onto Seneca's balls. I probably dumped more sperm on the outside of his nuts in one episode than the total times he'd jacked off in his entire life a fact that Seneca all but verified. "Fuck Jody I don't think I've made that much of sperm in my whole life. Do your balls always give up that much cum?" "Not quite this much although I generally do make a lot," I said as I continued to milk my dick and it continued to drip cum until finally there was nothing left to give. Seneca put his hand in it and began rubbing it into his body then used both hands to smear his still hard cock and his smooth balls, working it all the way down to his asshole. "It feels kind of good having your sperm on me," he said. I reached down and took hold of his cock, the stiff shaft fully covered from head to root in my cum. I started stroking him again using a full hand grip, the other hand keeping his foreskin retracted so I worked his sensitive head. I went slow, adding a twist to it like I had done to my own cock. "Oh fuck," the boy whispered, his eyes closed as if to block out all other input and focus only on his favorite body part. I watched his cute smooth face as it reflected the ebb and flow of feeling that was storming through his young body. I watched his breathing quicken, I listened to the soft mewing and moans that issued forth from his throat and mouth. Seneca began to move his hips, to gently fuck my hand as I jacked him off. All of the work rubbed my sperm into his skin and just when I thought I'd have to change tactics he said he was gonna cum. I quickly lowered my head and put my mouth over his cock head and just in time for the shaft thickened and the boy shot into my mouth. He put both hands on my head as fucked what little sperm he had into my mouth, moaning loudly as he did so. I managed to taste him, an almost sweet elixir that young newly sperming boys make. Of course I got what was left of my own cum too but that was okay. I finally let go of him and returned to a position lying on top of him. He kissed deeply again but this time it had less passion. After we broke it he said, "We're gonna have to take a shower Jody." "Taking a shower with you Seneca would be an amazing experience." The boy giggled and asked why. "Because there is nothing in the world better than cuddling with a wet squirming boy and besides, there are plenty of other things to be experienced in the shower."