Date: Sun, 3 Jul 2005 12:17:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Welcome Intrusion

Of course none of this take is true at all. I was simply lying on bed,
doing what the opening sentence says, and I wondered, "what if". There
aren't any boys in my apartment building, this isn't a fantasy about a
specific boy, just a story about an adult male and a minor. So, if you
shouldn't be reading this for whatever reason then don't.

Chapter I

I lay there on my bed, naked, the cool afternoon breeze coming through the
jalousies above my bed caressing my body. I lay there with my head on one
pillow, another one over my face, sort of. What I would do is, place a
pillow over my face from the nose up then press the edges of the pillow up
around the base of my nose so that I could easily breathe but block out the
light. I'd also push the sides in close in order to block out at least some
of the noises of the residential area where I lived, a neighborhood
abutting the faster paced and noisier Waikiki.  Over all I suppose it
probably looked like an overblown super hero mask or something with only my
nose, mouth, lower cheeks and chin exposed.

The trade winds generally blew in from the back part of the apartment where
the two bedrooms were located, a small bathroom in between them but not
connected to them, all three rooms having their own doors. There was an
outside door in the bathroom as well that led out onto a balcony that ran
the full length of the building, the roof of the building extending out
past the balcony and so keeping it mostly dry as well as proving some shade
after ten in the morning. While the balcony ran the full length of the
building, there were walls that separated the apartments in the manner: The
building was six apartments long, two stories high. Walls on the back
balcony separated them into three groupings of two apartments each so that
the two middle apartments shared a back balcony, and each of the two end
units did as well. Sure, there were stairs going down from the back as well
as the front but the back ones were never ever used. The entire back of the
building was enclosed by an eight-foot high stonewall so the ground floor
units had lanais while the second floor had balconies, kind of.  None of
the residents felt it necessary to infringe on each other's privacy so, the
back stairs were never used.  Too, all of the residents except me were over
sixty, some over seventy. Tromping up and down stairs unnecessarily wasn't
much of an option for most of them. As far as privacy went, the back of our
building abutted the back of a small, one story shopping plaza so mostly we
looked at blank walls. In addition, our balcony had a solid, waist high
wall so no one could fall, and if so desired, a person could actually walk
on the balcony naked and not be exposed to anyone who, in the off chance,
might be looking in that direction.

Because the building was fairly secure and private I frequently left the
bathroom door open to allow air to blow through the apartment and keep it
cool as well as to air it out. We didn't have air-con so the breeze verged
on being a godsend at times.  My unit was on the very end, sharing the
balcony with Mrs. Edmunds, an elderly Filipino Japanese lady who was as
sweet as the dickens. She was always worrying that I worked too much or
didn't eat right and was forever leaving baked goodies, fresh fruit or a
vegetable or two in hanging little bags from my doorknob.

Mrs. Edmunds, whom I called aunty of course, had a huge fat orange Tabby
cat named Helen, after Helen Keller because the cat was stone fucking
deaf. Of course there was little point to naming a cat that couldn't hear
you call its name but hey, I guess its just what we humans do. Anyhow,
because the cat couldn't hear, Aunty didn't want it to be outside and
unprotected, fearing it would meet some untimely demise, so she kept the
cat in her single bedroom apartment practically all the time. Every once in
a while she'd let the cat out for exercise, blocking the stairs so Helen
couldn't go down, although even if she did it would prove difficult to get
off of the property.  From time to time while Helen was out, the fat thing
would find her way into my apartment.  Wandering in as though she owned the
place, like any cat, she nosed around until she was satisfied then left.

Enter Koni, Auntie's great grandson. Koni lived with his mother at the far
end of the island in the tiny town of Waialua. At thirteen, he had taken on
many of the physical traits of his Filipino ancestors: slim, brown skinned
especially in summer, pitch-black hair and large eyes. He was probably
about five foot four, weighed one ten or so and was as cute as can be. When
he was staying with TaTa-grandmother- he wore the typical island boy
clothing: Surf shorts or sports shorts, no shirt, and if he wore anything
on his feet it was slippers or flip flops.  Sometimes Koni would sport a
t-shirt or white wife beater but mostly he went about with his slender flat
chest and belly exposed to the Hawaiian sun and making the boy even darker.
Of course I preferred the boy to wear surf shorts as they typically hung
low on his narrow hips and often gave me a line of boxer waistband but
sometimes an inch or so of boy crack, shades lighter than his more exposed
flesh. He wasn't old enough to have a huge amount of pubic hair or I'd have
seen the edge of his fuzz as well. Sometimes though the edge of his surf
shorts must have been pretty damned close to the boy's fuzz line cuz I was
seeing five inches of flesh below his outtie belly button. His lower belly
sloped into the waistband of his shorts so fucking nicely, the creases of
his hipbones clearly defined in his dusky skin. His legs were as darkly
tanned as the rest of his exposed skin, and had a smattering of very short
black hairs, mostly around his ankle and lower calf. The newly sprouted
hairs and his voice were indication enough that the boy was moving out of
stage one of puberty and stepping into stage two.

So. There I was, lying naked on my bed, dozing lightly as the cool breeze
slid across my body. The back door was open helping keep the apartment
cool. I felt sudden movement on the bed next to me and peeked out from
under my pillow, lifting the edge only enough to see that Helen was on the
prowl. I felt her step over my legs on her quest to explore the end of my
bed. While the pillow stuffed at my ears did in fact cut a lot of noise, it
wasn't totally silent so I faintly heard a voice calling for the
cat. Calling for the deaf cat. I knew it was Koni because aunty simply
wouldn't do that where as most youngsters would, out of habit. It sounded
as though Koni was in my apartment as well, which was all right. He'd been
inside many times so wasn't a stranger and although he'd seen me in only a
towel once or twice after a shower and more than that in my boxers, he'd
only seen me naked once. Those times though, he had difficulty, read that
as failing, keeping his large eyes from straying to my crotch, and I knew
that he was one of the more curious young teens. I felt my cock twitch
slightly at the thought of the cute young thing catching me fully naked,
wondering how he would react to seeing seven inches of circumcised adult
cock draped onto my hip.

I hadn't put the pillow back tight after peeking at Helen so could see out
of the crack. At the foot of my bed, leaning up against the wall, is a five
and half foot tall, eighteen inch wide mirror, the kind that might be
mounted on the back of a door. Needless to say this one wasn't because the
doors in the apartment were cheap, hallow things that wouldn't support the
weight of the mirror so, it resided at the foot of my bed near the outer
edge. So it was that I was able to see Koni as he approached the edge of
the bed. He stood and stared at the sight before me, one hand rubbing at
the front of his surf shorts, finding Helen now at the bottom of his list
of priorities. In the mirror I saw him look toward my covered face then
lean in for a closer look. When he stood back up it was clear that he was
young boy hard, his stiff cock pushing against the fabric of his shorts. He
bent slightly again and reached out and grasped my cock, gently feeling
it. The warmth of his hand, coupled with the entire idea of the cute boy
seeing my body and feeling me up caused my cock to begin inflating at a
rapid rate. I moaned softly allowing a small smile to splay across my lips.

Koni let go immediately but didn't move away. When he saw that I wasn't
making any move to supposedly wake up, his hand returned to grasp onto my
now fully hard cock and squeeze its length. In the mirror I saw him let go
and gently wipe a finger across the tip of my swollen head then put the
finger to his mouth and taste, sampling my precum. I was hoping the darling
cute boy would go ahead and jack me off but that was hoping for a little
too much too soon. He did take my cock in his hand again, and stroke me a
few times but probably decided not to press his luck. I saw the reflection
of him let go, stare a little longer, and then reluctantly leave my
sight. I listened carefully, heard him say,

"There you are," from somewhere outside my bedroom then heard him walk past
my bedroom windows to his Tata's apartment. I sat up in bed, leaned against
the wall at my head, went straight for my dick and began jacking off,
watching my reflection in the mirror, seeing my fat smooth balls bounce
along in tandem with my stroking. I imagined Koni doing it for me, then me
doing the same for him, holding onto his adolescent cock. I imagined that
it was his smooth young balls I was watching in the mirror and when I
finally came it was better than most, causing me to wince my eyes shut in
the pleasure of orgasm, stroking my cock until the escaping liquid slowed,
the warm cum oozing out and down over my thumb to drip onto my pubic nest
or belly. I lay there, the breeze helping to cool the expelled sperm,
slowly milking my softening cock, rubbing my balls and wondering how and
when I was going to take this to the next level. For some reason, I hadn't
figured on Koni doing it for me, for us.

Because it was too hot in the apartment, because the trade winds made it so
much more comfortable at the back of the building, instead of sleeping on
the sofa, Koni slept outside on the balcony on an inflatable air mattress.
During the day he would prop it up against the wall that separated his
grandmother's apartment from the one on the other side of her, holding it
in place with a bungee cord so the wind wouldn't blow it to wherever. I
generally left my bathroom door open at night whereas Aunty kept hers
closed and locked even when Koni was out there, her reasoning two
fold. There was no risk of the handicapped cat sneaking out if she should
happen to be in the bathroom in the off chance that Koni had to get up in
the night to piss.  Also, Aunty was old and she was a little paranoid as
many old folks get to be. She always worried that a burglar might come into
the apartment, as unlikely as that was. Her argument was that even though
Koni was out there at night he was still a young boy and could be over
powered, the same argument being used when confronted with the fact that my
door was left open most of the time. I was an adult male, I could take care
of myself while she was a helpless old lady. So Koni had been given blanket
permission to use my bathroom in the night if he needed to or to flop down
on the futon in the spare room if the weather turned shitty in the night.
It was due to that arrangement that I was able to see the young teen in his
underwear a few times and for him to see me naked.

Once, in the middle of the night, I was standing at the toilet pissing, my
stream hitting the porcelain and not the water so Koni couldn't hear me and
didn't know I was there until he stepped into the bathroom doorway.  While
I was pretty much in the dark and standing between the sink and it's
cabinet and the doorway, Koni was more lighted where he stood less than
five feet from me. He was wearing briefs only, no shirt, and from what I
could see, he filled them out nicely enough for a boy his age.

"Oh, sorry Matt," he said quietly and started to leave.

"No, don't go Koni, I'm finished," I said as I shook off, leaned forward
and flushed. I smiled at him as he stood there, taking in the delightful
sight of him, then turned to leave the room, giving the teen a clear shot
of my bare ass. I been holding my dick with the hand facing Koni so I was
never sure just what the boy may have seen, not that I cared one way or the
other.

Another time I'd been woken up in the middle of the night by rain
splattering against the metal siding on the balcony, then fell back
asleep. In the morning I'd peeked into my guest room and saw Koni sound
asleep on my futon. He was lying on his back, one arm covering his eyes,
the other across his flat belly. He was wearing briefs again and his
morning piss hard on was clearly outlined for my view as it stretched out
the white cotton fabric. Yup, the kid was endowed nicely for a thirteen
year old. On still another occasion he came out of the spare bedroom at the
same time I was entering the tiny hallway that led to the three rooms, his
morning tumescence pushing out the front of his boxers. I pretended not to
see and he pretended that I hadn't, he going into the bathroom and closing
the door while I went into my own room to do whatever I was going to do.


So, back to the story. That night I was awoke somewhere around midnight by
the sound of the toilet flushing and for some reason pulled my pillow over
my eyes, allowing myself a small crack to see out of. I was glad I did.

"Matt, are you awake?" he asked quietly from the doorway. I heard him
approach the bed and quietly ask again.  Of course I was lying without
covering of any kind, my thick cock resting on my leg. My head was turned a
little toward where Koni stood so I could see him fairly well in the
darkened room and I could see the front of his briefs bulging out, his
young teenage cock already hard. He reached down and took hold of me and
squeezed gently and I began to inflate. The boy continued to manipulate me
until I reached full working size, his other hand busy inside his briefs
and slowly stroking himself with a reversed grip. I wondered how far he was
willing to go so I moaned out softly. He let of my dick and disappeared
from my sight. I gently moved the pillow from my ear, the one closest to my
window, and heard him walk quietly past, so I knew that he had returned to
his ersatz bed outside.

My bedroom window jalousies are divided into three sections and each
section is divided in two, a top and bottom. This allows one to open the
top ones for air and unless someone is well over six feet tall, still
prevents people from seeing in. All three of my top sections were opened to
promote air flow so I quickly stood up and pulled my curtains open
slightly. Low and behold, I could see where Koni was lying on his mattress
only about twelve feet from me. There wasn't a great deal of light but
enough that I could see that his briefs were off and he was just then
laying down. He immediately went spread eagle and began jacking his young
cock with a vengeance, his young balls, bouncing along like crazy. In less
than twenty seconds I heard him groan and raise his hips off the mattress
and while I couldn't see that clearly, it was a no-brainer that he was
having a great orgasm. I was stroking my own cock along with him and as I
got close to my own sperming, I lay back down and took myself home, my own
warm cum blasting up onto my heaving chest and belly.

"Fuck," I thought to myself as my cum cooled on my body, "I got to get that
kid into bed somehow."

Chapter II

Not much happened over the past few days except that the delightful young
hottie seemed to spend more time with me, at my place. He seemed to need
the bathroom in the mornings while I was getting ready to head to work,
sometimes even pissing while I stood brushing my teeth or shaving, our
bodies close enough to touch. He stood at an angle to me so I couldn't
really see anything, even in the reflection of him in the mirror above the
sink. Well, I could see a little, but only quick glimpses of the very tip
of his cock and the stream running from it. The morning after his first
encounter with me he asked if I'd heard the toiled flush in the night and
of course I told him I hadn't.

I also noticed over the next few days that he wore only board shorts and no
underwear, the clothing hanging very low on his hips, and giving me
frequent glimpses of the top of his slender little butt and his crack. In
fact, it seemed as though he may have even tugged them a little lower just
for me. I wasn't sure. Two could play that game so I did the same, wearing
my shorts lower and without underwear and once giving the boy a little fuzz
shot, which he commented on, but only after a good ten minutes of sneaking
looks.

"Gosh Matt, you got fuzz showing," he finally said. I apologized and hiked
my shorts up but Koni said,

"It's okay, I don't mind. After all it's just us guys." I nodded my head
and agreed.  "How old are you Matt?"  When I told him I was in my early
thirties, he asked why I didn't have a trail of hair going up my belly like
so many guys did. I explained that I kept it shaved off. He asked my why I
would do that.

Now. The subject of my sexuality had never come up in conversation. I had a
choice here that would either turn the boy away from me or give him more
reason to safely explore his own natural urges and surges. Given his most
recent behavior I figured on the latter as opposed to the former.

"Well, I like how it looks and feels and so do people I'm with." The look
on his smooth young face indicated that he wasn't quite following. "People
I have sex with, other guys." I said softly, watching his eyes, which of
course went wide open.

"Oh! You're gay?" I nodded my head and he seemed to consider that a
moment. "That's cool. I don't think I ever knew any gay guys before. What's
it like, being with a guy I mean?" I asked him if he'd ever had any sex at
all with anyone before and he shook his head no. I went on to explain that
without having any experience for him to judge by it would be difficult to
explain but the short of it was being gay was just the way I was tuned and
I'd known it since I was ten years old. As a result of that I was happy and
content being with guys while the thought of being with a girl or a woman
left me rather cold.

"Since you were ten you knew you were gay?"

"Yeah, well, I knew that I was different from other boys. I knew I liked
being with boys and enjoyed seeing them naked like at the public pool and
things like that. I didn't figure out the gay part for another two years."
He seemed to consider that for a moment then went on,

"So do you like, umm, suck on other guys or let them suck on you?"

"Well sure," I said with a smile, "oral sex is a normal sexual activity
whether you're gay or straight and before you ask, yes I enjoy both parts
of that." We had been putting things away after a small lunch, it being
Saturday and Koni's TaTa was off at a church oriented meeting with some
friends, so we were still standing in my kitchen. I wasn't sure but it
looked like the boy was getting a little wood over the conversation. I
decided to push on a little bit.

"You'll find out one day just how much fun being sucked is Koni, and trust
me, at the time it won't matter if it's a boy or a girl." He got a big grin
and his hand went reflectively to his crotch where he tugged a little bit.
"Gives you a little wood just thinking about huh?" I said with an equally
big grin. He nodded his head.

"Well, you can go in the bathroom and take care of it if you want, I won't
mind." I told him. He shook his head and said that he was fine then went on
to ask what else guys might do.

"I'm sure you can guess without me having to tell you Koni. Basically guys
do the same things together that men and women do. I'm sure you can figure
out how that works." I kept my voice level and light, not working any
inflection into it at all. I wanted the boy to feel safe to ask questions
and if it got right down to it, to feel safe to engage in sexual activity
with me.

"Have you ever been, like, you know, had someone go inside you, you know,
like with their dick?"

"Have I ever been fucked? Sure and if you're going to ask what it's like,
it's fun. I enjoy sex Koni, all of it, and I've done it all."

"Doesn't that hurt? Having a dick up your butt I mean?" he asked. He tugged
at his front again and it was clear that the boy was getting fairly well
worked up over the conversation. I was beginning to get worked up over the
idea that he was getting worked up and hoping that it might lead to
something. Well, something specific that is.

"It can but if care and preparation are done properly then the pain part of
it is cut to a minimum. Of course it depends on how big the other guy is
and it depends on if it's your first time or not. The bottom line is that
yes it can hurt but it most always is quite pleasurable."  He seemed to
think about that a short bit, gave himself another tug, seemingly no longer
concerned that I knew he was hard. He wanted to know what I meant when I
said care and preparation so I explained finger fucking and how that helps
get a person hot.

"Haven't you ever been in a state of excitement where you just had to jack
off or you felt like you'd die and when you got someplace that was safe you
practically tore your pants off to get at your cock and it was so hard it
was sort of shiny cause the skin was so tight and it almost hurt. You ever
feel like that?"

"Yeah, I have and I'm sorta getting like that now." I nodded my head in
understanding.

"Well, like I said, you're free to use my bathroom if you want." He glanced
down at the front of my board shorts, noticed my own little tent goin on
and said,

"Looks like you're maybe getting like that too Matt." I nodded my head.

"Yeah, I'm getting hard too."

"So, maybe we could, you know, umm, do something about it together, like
jack off together or something." He tugged again and I throbbed again. So
there it was, out in the open.

"I guess we could do that, if you want to." He nodded his head eagerly, now
rubbing almost constantly at the front of his shorts. I went into my small
living room and sat on the sofa, Koni following me, and sitting down as
well, his bulge as apparent as my own. I began unlacing my shorts and the
boy followed along, untying then loosening the laces. I pulled the Velcro
sides apart but still not much was visible. Koni was watching me intently
as he did the same thing. I slipped my hand in underneath the fabric,
pushing the top edge down a little bit and exposing my swollen head, then
grasped onto the shaft and rubbed on it a little bit. Again, Koni followed
suit and I got my first glimpse of the boy.

"Gosh you look pretty big Matt," he said. That gave me permission to look
at him without him thinking I was staring or something.

"You look pretty healthy too Koni," I said to him adding, "but you know,
these are pretty uncomfortable so how about we take them off or something."
He nodded his head so I lifted my ass up and slid my surf shorts below my
knees so my legs could fall wide open then sat back and fondled my balls
with the hand that was away from him so he could view me without

He was nicely put together for a thirteen year old. His dark skinned,
circumcised cock was hitting about six inches and had a nice girth to
it. His balls hung gently between smooth thighs, their bag equally as
smooth and hair free. He had a small nest of black hair at the base of his
boyhood pride and joy and it was curly and not straight like many Asians. I
was dying to touch him and suck him, and lick him and every other thing
under the sun but since he wasn't going there I wasn't either.

"Oh man I'm so hot to cum," he said as he grasped onto his cock and began
stroking it. "I know this is only gonna take a second." Like most boys his
age, Koni hadn't gotten to the fine art of patience, drawing an orgasm
out. His goal was to cum. That's it. I was stroking my cock while he worked
at his with a fury, his smooth balls bouncing along with each stroke.

"Oh fuck," he groaned and we both watched as his cock shot out a squirt of
cum that hit his chest. The next one only hit his belly and the third one
went past the first on, almost to his neck. Koni's eyes had been open to
watch the first few shots but then he closed them and leaned his head on
the back of the sofa as he continued to stroke his spewing flesh until it
slowed, oozing out of his cock and dripping on his heaving belly. It was
hot as hell to watch and as I stroked my own cock, I envisioned a time when
my mouth would have been covering that silky cock head and swallowed the
boys' warm sperm.

He finally opened his eyes and rolled his head in my direction. "Wow that
was intense Matt. I really needed that. Are you gonna cum too?" I nodded my
head and concentrated on my own orgasm, tightening the muscle that firm the
cock up and releasing it, helping to encourage my body to cooperate. All of
that and knowing I was putting on a show for a very cute and desirable
young teen helped get me where we both wanted me to be.

"Here it Koni. I 'm gonna cum. Ooooohhh fuuuucckk," I groaned out as my
cock thickened in my hand and erupted, blasting thick ropey strands of
white goo to my chest in copious amounts. Six solid squirts later I too
slowed to where stuff was just oozing out in thick globs in a runny liquid.

"Gosh that's a lot of cum Matt. Do you always make that much stuff?" he
asked. I nodded my head, not wanting to speak right then, letting go of my
cock and resting my head on the sofa back, but turned toward the cute young
teen next to me.

"I needed that," I said as I relaxed my body. Koni laughed at that and said
that he understood, that he'd been sort of hot all day long and he didn't
know why. I explained that was just the way the male body was, especially
at his age. We both just sat there quietly for a moment, cum cooling on our
bodies. While my cock was beginning to soften a little, the cute young
teen's cock remained fairly hard, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by either
of us.

"Why does it do that sometimes Matt, my cock I mean? Why doesn't it just go
down after I cum?"

"Mostly it's because of your age Koni. All those sexual urges and desires
are new to you and so your body has the ability to maintain an erection for
much longer periods of time and for what seems like no reason, even having
cumming.  Of course just being here naked and having jacked off and stuff
may be stimulating for you as well and as long as your senses are
stimulated then you're likely to stay hard."

He nodded his head. "Yeah, it was pretty hot watching you jack off and
having you watch me too. Does that like, make me gay or something?" I
explained that it didn't have anything to do with being gay, that it was
fairly normal for a boy his age to have those feelings.

"It isn't really about being with a guy or a girl as it is about being
sexy. Most boys have some sort of same sex contact, especially when they're
young teens. That means anything from what we just did to actual fucking
and everything in between. Sure, there are some boys that are gay or
attracted to other boys but certainly not all of them." He seemed to think
on that awhile and was about to say something when his TaTa called up for
him from downstairs.

"Koni. I need your help bringing a box upstairs." He called back to her
that he'd be just a second while I used my t-shirt to clean myself off then
pulled it off over my head and turning it inside out before handing it to
the boy. Koni wiped himself down then stood up, facing me as he bent to tug
his surf shorts up over his still rock hard young cock. I saw how his balls
hung beneath his pride and joy, one slightly lower than the other in their
smooth bag. I barely got a full on glimpse of him as he covered his boyhood
up and laced the shorts. He saw me watching him and asked,

"Do you like my body Matt?"

"Oh yeah Koni I do." I told him. "You have a really nice body for a boy
your age. I think it just might be perfect." He beamed at the praise, his
brilliant white teeth sparkling in contrast to his dark skin.

"Well I guess maybe I should let you look at it more." He headed toward the
door and before goin out turned to me.

"Thanks Matt. That was awesome." And he was gone.