Date: Sun, 4 Jun 2017 23:15:39 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: What are the Odds

Another story of man and boy only this time it's two teen boys. There is no
truth to the story as far as my life goes but it's a theme I think of often
because I do a lot of driving. If only I could find a hitchhiking boy my
life would be complete. So, enjoy the story and yes, there will be a second
chapter. One of the goals of my writing is to leave no boy un-fucked and
for the most part, I've achieved that. N-joi.

Hugs,
Tag_m

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You know, life certainly has its odd moments or situations. We've all had
them and we've all shared them with others who didn't always find them as
odd as we did. Now, I'm not referring to strange or weird moments like
seeing UFO's or something. What I'm talking about are things that are out
of the ordinary but might not always warrant more than a second glance or a
second thought. For instance, "That's odd, I swear there was a $20 in my
wallet this morning." Or, that's odd, I didn't see that there a moment
ago."

So, my odd moment was actually of collection of them all in one day. In
fact, they all took place in the space of an hour

I was about two thirds of the way through day one of a vacation, taking a
slow meandering road trip to see a variety of tourist attractions in the
western half of US and just going wherever the road or my fancy took me. I
didn't have any reservations because I didn't want to be tied down to set
schedule. I was just allowing the trip to unfold as I went, confident that
I would being able to find suitable lodging and to that end I'd made a
general list of options, just in case. But If not, I could sleep
comfortably enough in my SUV. I had picked up a new Sorrento SX that had
all the bells and whistles one could possibly get, and was taking it on its
maiden voyage.

Odd moment number one came as I was getting ready to jump on the interstate
after gassing up. Standing on the shoulder was a hitchhiker which, in
itself, seemed odd enough this day and age. More odd was the fact that it
was a boy, a teenage boy. Being a lover of boys first and foremost, I
stopped.

He was a good looking kid that, at first glance, I would have sworn wasn't
an hour past 13 years old, which turned out to be pretty much correct. As
he approached my car I upgraded my assessment to `cute as hell. No more
than 5'1, the boy was a blondie, his obviously thick hair worn a little on
the long side and brushed across the top of his head ala Beiber but unlike
the Beebs it wasn't brushed forward on the left side. It was ear lobe
length, longer in the bangs and beyond collar length in the back. If grown
longer it likely would have had some wave to it but as it was the ends were
getting a bend to them and the back actually had a flip to it.

The boys' face was completely smooth and blemish free, slightly rounded and
generally pale with the exception of a bit of rosiness around the
cheeks. His eyes were hazel and were large and inquisitive, or naïve
depending on one's interpretation. His engaging smile revealed white even
teeth that were framed by slightly pink and average lips. He was a cutie.

"Where you headed," he asked through the opened passenger window, his voice
putting him in no danger of his being removed from a lead vocalist position
in boys' choir.

"I'm headed that way," I said pointing up the on ramp.

"Great, can I go with you?" I nodded my head and he got in, dropped his
backpack between his feet and buckled in.

"My name is Owen," I said extending my hand as I merged onto the
freeway. He took my hand in the typical limp manner of boys his age.

"Hi, I'm Traxton but my friends call me Trax, my good friends call me
Traxie." I thought that was cute. Naive for him to admit to a stranger on
the road but cute none the less.

"So, are you runnin from the law young man," I asked him, giving my best
"old west" tough guy inquisitor impression. The boy giggled, a lovely
melodic sound.

"No, just runnin."

"Dare I ask why, and as long as I'm being nosey, how old are you?"

"I'm almost 14," he said, which in reality turned out to be 7 months
away. "My step dad is a dick wad asshole jerk face fucking prick."

"Oh, is that all," I responded and got another giggle.

"It's a long story," he said.

"It always is but hey, we got time." The story was that the dick wad
asshole jerk face fucking prick found out that Traxton had been playing
sexy with a neighbor boy a year or so younger than him and had knocked
Traxton around a little bit then threatened to send his step-son off to
live with a wicked bitch of an aunt in Montana or some such place. His
mother was a bit of wuss and wasn't standing up to the man. The aunt of
course was from the step dad's side of the family, not his mother's or his
deceased father.

"Are you gay or just exploring?" Traxton didn't say anything for a moment.

"Honestly, I don't know. I sure did like playing with another boy
though. But I think about girls too you know, like, when I beat off. But I
also thought of doing stuff with my friend and even other boys when I beat
off so, I don't know." Well, the boy was pretty open I'll give him that.

"Well for what it's worth Traxton, plenty of boys find themselves facing
that dilemma. I know I did when I was your age.

"Really," he said, clearly surprised. When I nodded my head he asked, "How
did it turn out? Are you gay?"

"Well, I think that bi-sexual with a heavy predilection toward boys rather
than girls adequately describes my situation although honestly I haven't
been with a female since before you were born."

"Wow," he said excitedly, "I never knew anybody that was gay before. I bet
you could teach me a lot of stuff." My ears perked up and heart skipped a
beat. Teaching this youngling almost anything would be fun and I wondered
what exactly did he mean. Traxton caught himself.

"I mean, not like stuff, stuff but just, you know, stuff about being gay. I
mean, I'm a boy and you're a man after all."

"I'd be happy to teach you things Trax," I said, "even stuff stuff if you
wanted to learn. Since you said you beat off I assume that you're making
sperm?" He nodded his head.

"I even got some hairs, wanna see em?" He didn't wait for an answer but
quickly popped his seat belt, raised his little butt off the seat and
tugged his shirt up and the front of his jeans down. I glanced over and
sure enough there were some blond hairs sprouting at the base of his still
hidden cock. Had I not been driving I probably could have counted them. Had
I been a sexual predator I would have pulled and fucked the shit out of the
boy, maybe even harmed him severely. I would need to have a talk with him
about that before we parted ways.

"So, you would even teach me like, sex stuff?" I responded that I would be
happy to teach him sex stuff to which he replied, "But why, I'm only a boy,
not a man."

"Yes, I can see that Traxton but you have a cock and you have balls don't
you?" The boy giggled again and said yeah. "Well then, that's the only
reason I need but I will also tell you that I love doing stuff with
boys. Boys are awesome, cute, inexperienced, excited about and willing to
learn and do stuff. You're all those things Traxie. I think doing sexy
stuff with you would be tons of fun."

"Yeah but I still got a little dick and I don't make lots of sperm like you
probly do."

"Dick size isn't everything, in fact I bet your dick is as cute as you are
and I bet too that your sperm is almost sweet tasting and not kind of
bitter like an older boy or a man's sperm is."

"Gosh Owen, could I do stuff with you too?" I nodded my head and told him
that was how it generally worked. "I never seen a man's thing before, his
cock I mean. I bet yours is huge." I clarified things by saying I was
pretty much average. By that time Traxton's hands were busy at the front of
his jeans.

"Gosh," he said quietly, "I'm already getting a boner just thinking about
it."

"Well, you're welcome to jack off if you want." He gave me a surprised
look.

"You mean here, in the car, in front of you?"

"Sure, why not. It's plenty private, nobody can see in, besides, there's
nothing like watching a boy love on himself. It's a lot of fun."

"I'd feel kind of weird being naked with a boner and jacking it," he
said. I chuckled,

"I understand that being fully naked when you're hard and ready to go is
quite sexy but it isn't necessary. Actually, having your clothes on but not
in place is sexy too. Just having your pants and underwear down is quite
sexy. Would it help if I had my pants down too Traxton?" He nodded his
head.

"Well, there's a rest up ahead perhaps we could pull over and park at one
end, what do you think?" It goes without saying that Traxton was all over
that like a bad habit. So, 3 miles later I pulled over and drove toward the
far end of the property and parked under some trees.

"I gotta pee first," the youngling cutie said so we got out and headed to
the restroom. We managed a pair of side by side urinals and did our thing
and of course the boy looked to check me out, as I did to him and what I
saw wasn't a lot although it was more than up to any task I might require
of it. I saw him smile when he saw my cock but since there were other
people in there he didn't say anything, although I knew that he wanted
to. We shook off, zipped up and headed out, neither of us choosing to go
through an unnecessary hand washing.

I rarely washed after I pissed. No need really. It's a silly practice
taught and enforced by women when we were little. I know, some people talk
about germs but what the fuck, if you've engaged in oral sex, and who
hasn't, that whole germ thing becomes a moot point. Besides, urine is a
sterile product.

As we got closer to my car a boy stepped toward us from a picnic table
under the trees. He looked to be about 14 or 15, definitely older than
Traxton but not by much. His baby face was almost hidden by a mass of long
pitch black curly hair that was beyond ear and shoulders length. Large dark
eyes peeked out from behind the curtains of curls. Dressed in faded jeans
and a worn hoodie, sneakers that might once have been red, he had an
equally beat up but bulging backpack slung over one shoulder. He tugged the
mop of hair back behind one ear.

"Hey Mister. Can I catch a ride with you?" I looked at Traxton and the
expression on his smooth face reflected suspicion, maybe a little
disappointment at the possibility of our plan being derailed. I too was
looking forward to being unwrapped with my new little friend and engaging
in a millennia old past-time which hopefully would lead to some more
favorite past times, much more. Another passenger had the potential to
knock that plan off the rails. On the other hand, it also had the potential
to enhance any experience.

"Uhm, well," I started. So there was oddity number 3, another boy on the
road. Oddity number 4 was that the kid looked familiar to me although not
as in, I knew him, but more like he strongly reminded me of someone.

"Please Mister, I'll do anything you want." In a softer voice he added,
"I'll suck your cock," he said, laying oddity number 5 right out
there. "Heck I'll suck your sons' cock too. Please." I looked at Traxton
again.

"Well son," I said with a heavy emphasis on the 2nd word, "You wanna get
your cock sucked?" The boy grinned.

"Heck yes, Dad," he said with equal emphasis on the 3rd word.

"Okay, so first off what's your name?"

"Joey," he replied. I then introduced Traxton and me then asked where he
was headed. The boy's head sort of dropped a little. "I don't really know
Owen. I don't have any place to go."

"Sounds a lot like me Joey," Traxton said. The teen's head popped up. He
looked at Trax and then me, confusion quite evident on his smooth face.

"How about we get in the car you guys," I suggested which we did, Joey
getting in the backseat. As I headed back out onto the freeway I went about
explaining to the older boy the circumstances of Traxton and I meeting.

"Wow, what are the odds of this happening," he said, "2 runaway boys." I
told him that I'd been thinking the same thing adding the word "cute" to
runaway boys.

"Yeah, 2 runaway gay boys," Traxton said, "who get picked up by a gay man
who loves boys.  So, we were just getting back in the car to beat off,"
Traxton said with a grin.

"Oh man, and I fucked that up for you," Joey said with not a little guilt.

"Yes you did but I guess you could make up for it by sucking my cock,"
Traxton said brightly.

"Shit, I would love to suck your cock Traxton," he said, "heck, I'd even
let you fuck me."

"Wow, you let guys fuck you in the butt," Traxton asked, clearly
incredulous at the notion.

"No, I haven't yet but I figure that I will have to. I don't have any
money, no place to live, no food. I've already gotten money for letting
guys suck my dick or me sucking theirs. It's no big deal. I guess if I'm
going to do it then getting some practice with you guys would be
cool. Besides, Traxton, you're so goddamned cute."

"Gosh I never fucked anybody before," Traxton said, the boys' hands pushing
at his crotch again. "Heck I barely even got my cock sucked yet." After a
moment's pause he said, "Darn, I'm getting a boner again."

"Really," Joey asked, not without a little excitement in his voice. "Can I
see it?"

"Should I Owen?"

"Well, that is entirely up to Traxton but I certainly didn't have a problem
with it." Traxton quickly unbuckled his seat belt then just as quickly
undid his belt and jeans then hefted his little butt up off the seat. He
shoved his clothing down and tugged his shirt up to reveal a raging hard
little boner that would be hard pressed (no pun intended) to hit the 5inch
mark on a ruler.

The boy was uncircumcised, and the aforementioned sparse patch of sandy
brown hairs poked out around the base of his boyhood pride and joy. He took
hold of his cock and stroked it a couple of times then let it fall back
down. His balls were completely smooth and hung beautifully between his
pale thighs, one egg below the other.

"Fuck what an awesome cock Traxton and you got your foreskin too." At that
point Joey quickly undid his clothing and shoved it down then tugged off
his hoodie and leaned back in the seat. The boy was getting hard and I'd
guess that he would push 6½ inches of uncut teen cock when fully
engorged. His balls were large and hung quite low, the sac containing a
smattering of black hair that matched the moderately thick patch at the
base of his cock.

"Wow what a big cock," Joey," Traxton exclaimed. "I'd love to suck on it."
I announced that I'd love to suck both of them. Of course, they both said
they wanted to see my cock too.

We were in the countryside which meant wide open space with little to no
habitation. I spied the next exit, saw that there was an entrance back onto
the freeway and also saw a dirt road or two off to the right side that
seemed to go nowhere and a somewhat paved road on the left side of the
freeway that appeared to lead to a small group of typical farm style houses
a good mile or more in the distance. I decided that was as good a place as
any to become more acquainted. I informed the boys of that decision so they
pulled their clothing back into place. A moment later I was parked and both
Traxton and I got out and moved into the back seat, bracing Joey. I had
grabbed a hand towel from under the front seat for clean-up. As before, we
all shoved our lower garments to our knees and tugged our shirts up.

"Gosh Owen you got a big one," Traxton said as he stared at my rising
cock. Joey agreed with him. I suppose it was large enough, I mean, at 7½
inches give or take, it would look formidable to a boy.

"Can I, like, touch it," Traxton asked.

"Of course Traxton, it's part of what we're here for." That said the boy
reached over Joey to take hold of my cock and stroke it. Joey reached down
and did the same to Traxton and I did the same to Joey.

"It seems so hard and so warm," the boy said in his high pitched voice then
to Joey, "your hand feels good on my cock too." There we were, 3 boys (ha
ha) doing what boys did; feeling each other up in a prelude to jacking off,
possibly more, then Joey vocalized the "more".

"Anybody up for a cock sucking," Joey asked. There wasn't a "no" to be
heard. I figured that the teen would go for Traxton, I sure would have, but
he surprised me and adjusted his body to lean over and work on my
cock. Joey leaned down, took hold of me and stroked me a few times then put
his mouth over the head and went to work.

"Oh man, that's hot to watch," Traxton said.

"Traxie, kick your clothes off and stand over here," I told the boy. He did
it quickly and peeled his shirt off too so that he was completely
naked. His body was delicious looking. Traxton had all the creases and
crevices in all the right places, all of which gave his slender pale body
definition, especially in the area below the waist. His belly was flat and
sloped gently into his pubic bone, the creases at the sides created a
classic V that culminated in all that made him a boy. His cock was raging
hard, standing straight and proud in front of him, his cock head peeking
out from under his foreskin. Traxie's smooth hairless balls were at full
hang below it and the small sparse amount of pubic hair was perfect in my
estimation. God I wanted to fuck the kid.

I had him place the foot closest to Joey on the floor and put his right
foot on the seat next to me and lean forward. As he did that I bent my
upper body slightly and became face to face with his delicious young
boner. I stroked him a few times then lowered my head and took him into my
mouth.

"Oh dang," he groaned, "That feels really good Owen." I bobbed my head on
his dick and as I did it I breathed in the intoxicating fragrance of a
young maturing boy that hadn't showered for a half dozen hours. Christ I'd
love to figure out a way to bottle that stuff. I stroked him as I suckled
and between my legs Joey was doing the same thing to me although I was cut
so no extra play toy. I fondled Traxton's tiny butt a little bit and
pledged to myself that I was going to bury my face and my cock between
those glorious orbs although not necessarily in that order.

Joey was the first to break off declaring that his mouth had gotten sore. I
would find out that, prior to the week before, the teen's experience had
been quite limited. Traxton wanted to try sucking cock too so joey moved to
the other side and Traxton sat in the middle. The youngling took hold of my
cock then leaned over and started to suckle me. On the other side, Joey
leaned down and did the same to the adorable 13 year old. I wanted to suck
on Joey but that would have to happen on the next go around.

After a suitable amount of time we settled back and each took control of
their own joy stick and went to work. It was, for the most part, a pretty
straight forward jack off session. All 3 of us had our legs played open,
each resting against the others, and alternated between fondling our balls
and just cupping our inner thigh right at the top. There was something sexy
about that, having fingers caught between a soft warm sac and a soft inner
thigh. Every guy I'd ever jacked off with, and there were more than I could
count, did that at some point during a self-love exercise. Just like
tugging on their balls.

"I'm gonna cum," Traxton blurted out and all 3 of us watched as his young
sperm shot up out of his foreskin. It was only a few droplets that looked
more watery than white. "Fuck I love this so much," the boy sighed as he
continued to stroke his boy meat.

"That's so hot Traxton," Joey said, "seeing a young boy squirt." The teen
seemed to take on a more aggressive approach to his own cock, pounding it
hard and causing his balls to rise and fall with each stroke. It was hot
for me to watch as well and I felt my own sperming coming faster than I
would have thought.

"Fuck, here it is," Joey groaned. He slowed his stroke and a moment later a
stream of sperm shot out onto his belly. He managed a solid 5 squirts of
gooey boy goodness before his cock head slowed to a dribble. Traxton
commented on it and a moment later all eyes were on me as I started
spewing.

It had been at least a week since I'd cum so there was a bit of a
back-up. The first 2 jets ended up on my chest but the way I was sitting my
cock head was already past my navel so it wasn't that much of an amazing
cum shot. Like Joey, my offering was a good 6 thick jets of the stuff that
left me panting just as it had the boys.

Both boys were excited about my cum shot, Traxton more than Joey of course,
and the younger boy wondered if I always made that much of sperm and if it
always shot that far. I explained that, no it didn't, but added that I
hadn't cum for over a week.

"What? Really," the youngling said, "no way I could go that long without
squirting my sperm.

"Me either," Joey said, "But I notice that sometimes I go for a couple of
days without doing and not almost every day like when I first started
sperming." I explained that was a pretty typical pattern. I reached across
Joey and wiped the droplet of sperm from Traxton's belly and licked it off
my finger.

"Just as I thought," I announced after smacking my lips. "Sweet as candy."
Joey got the other droplet and made the same declaration. It wouldn't do
but the blonde youngling swiped a finger through Joey's sperm and tasted
it, got a strange look on his smooth young face and said it was kind of
bitter. Joey and I agreed.

We got our cum cleaned up, clothing back in place and hit the road.  We all
shared our stories as I drove. Joey had left home because of alcoholic drug
addicted mother whose boyfriends tended to treat the teen like shit. His
father had left when he was young and he had no real memories of the
man. He had a grandmother in a distant state but wasn't all that sure that
she would take him in even if he could find her. His sexuality wasn't a
part of the equation for the boy although he admitted he liked doing stuff
with boys and until he'd run away hadn't done anything with a man. He
wasn't particularly interested in girls but he wasn't un-interested either.

"Things are just confusing for me right now Owen," Joey said with a trace
of sadness in his voice. Traxton agreed whole heartedly with the older
teen. After another couple hours on the road I suggested that we get a
motel room and had Traxton punch up something on the GPS then made a phone
call to one of the mid to upper range national chains. I was given some
options and when offered a room with a single king sized bed, I got head
nods from the boys so took the room. That made my heart flutter.

Interestingly enough, the motel was collection of 5 separate buildings and
the one that I got was some distance from the office and was the only
single story building and only had 5 units in it. Mine was a corner room
around a corner from the others so it offered some privacy. The building
also had a small laundry room which was perfect because Joey needed to wash
his clothes.

The room itself was large enough to have a sofa, 2 arm chairs and a small
table to one side. Of course there was the obligatory big screen TV, fridge
and coffee maker although I carried a smaller Keurig and K-cups with
me. The shower verged on decadent; large enough for 4 people, glass on 2
sides, multiple wall mounted heads and separate detachable wand as well as
a huge rain-maker. The boys were mightily impressed.

First things were first which meant laundry and while Joey attended to that
Traxton and I drove down the street to Walmart and picked up a small box of
non-dairy creamers for my coffee, some snacks, soda and other odds and
ends. We eyeballed a restaurant that looked promising then headed back to
the motel. We unloaded our stuff then went to the laundry room to find Joey
reading a paperback, his clothes already in the dryer. I handed him a Coke
then asked what he was reading. Joey showed me the cover. It was my turn to
be impressed at both the oddity of his choice and the choice itself.

It was a novel by Wilbur Smith, one of my favorite authors. Titled Monsoon,
it was the beginning of a series of novels about the Courtney family and
the settlement of Africa, most notably South Africa in the 1700's. All of
Smith's dozens of novels were full of adventure and history. I asked how he
liked it and the boy got a big grin, and said it was great. I told him I'd
read every book that Smith had written and that led to a spirited
discussion. The clothes dryer pinged 20 minutes later and we headed back to
our room.

"You know," I said to Joey as he folded his clothes, "you strongly remind
me of someone but I can't place it." The boy gave a toothy grin that verged
on being shy.

"Yeah, I know. Jimmy Page when he was maybe 17 or so." Of course. The boy
was dead on balls accurate. Even in his early 20's the Led Zeppelin
guitarist looked 14 or 15 years old; slender to a point of being thin,
although not as thin as Ginger Baker, with a smooth, round, baby
face. Clearly Joey was way too young to even know who Jimmy Page was so it
was apparent that he'd been told of the similarities more than once.

"So, gentlemen," I said, "Dinner first or shower first?" The vote for
dinner was overwhelming although Joey was a bit downcast and I suspected
why so I made an announcement.

 "I'm sure that neither of you has an overabundance of money so I'll be
paying." Joey visibly relaxed. We piled in the car and 10 minutes later
were seated in a booth at the family style restaurant. I settled for
breakfast because it's typically a safe bet and the boys, of course, had
cheeseburgers and fries. We each picked out a dessert which we took back to
the motel. Along the way I stopped and picked up a 6 pack of beer and some
more snacks but this time of the salty variety.

Back in our room I popped the caps on 3 beers then stripped to my briefs,
the boys following suit, as it were. It was no surprise that Traxton
giggled at the bubbly feeling in his nose when he burped after the first
couple drinks. Joey handled it much better giving rise to the notion that
the teen had some experience in that arena. And naturally, within 20
minutes Traxton was getting a little wobbly on his feet.

I finally announced that I need to take a shower and Joey seconded that
idea stating that he hadn't showered since day before yesterday.

"I need to shower too," Traxton said, "Can we all shower together Owen?"
That had been my intention all along so I was glad that the youngling had
brought it up. Joey seconded that suggestion as well so we stripped off our
briefs and went into the bathroom.

"Damn you got a cute butt Traxton," Joey said. Indeed, the kid had a
dynamite butt.

"Well you know Joey, you got a first-class ass yourself," I told him. That
was no lie either because he did. The degree of butt crack between the
perfect globes of his butt was the perfect length in my opinion and the
globes themselves were completely amazing. The way his back wedged from his
shoulders down to a 28 inch waist only helped to highlight those cheeks as
did the creases at his waist as well as his spine.

"Really," the teen said, clearly disbelieving me, "I never thought so but
I've heard it before. I always thought it was too big." I took the liberty
of cupping a cheek and fondling it.

"No, it's perfect and if you don't mind I'd love to put my tongue in
there."

"Eeww, you want to lick his butthole," Traxton asked.

"If you let me do it to you Traxie you will soon learn why I would say
that."

"What about your cock Owen," Joey asked, rather coyly I thought, "will you
put that in there too?"

"That would be on my to do list as well Joey, if you're down for it, you
should pardon the expression."

"What about me," Traxton said, "anybody want to fuck me.

"Yes," Joey and I said in complete unison causing Traxton to giggle. I got
the water where I wanted it and we stepped into the glass room. Showering
with 1 teenage boy is always amazing, showering with 2 made for an
extraordinary experience. All 3 of us were checking each other out, Traxton
more so than Joey but the older teen was still pretty interest in both of
us.

"I can't believe how big your cock is Owen," Traxton finally said.

"And I can't believe how cute yours is Traxie," I responded and again, the
young teen giggled. "Have either of you guys ever been washed?" Both boys
shook their heads. "If you'll let me do it you'll be in for a treat?" I got
the go ahead from both boys. Needless to say, I started with Traxton.

I had the boy turn is back to me and I started with his shoulders, kneading
the muscle as I went. "Oh gosh Owen that feels so good," the boy purred. I
worked down his back and onto those glorious butt cheeks and kneaded them
appropriately. Since the boy had stepped a foot farther out I re-soaped my
hands then slid down his gluteal cleavage and washed his tender butt hole.
"Oh my god Joey he's washing my butt hole," the hotling groaned. I reached
around with my other hand and began working his smooth young balls,
everything squishy in my hand. I moved up and took hold of his cock which
was inflating rapidly and at the same time slipped a finger up his ass.

"Oohhh," the boy moaned and sagged at the knees slightly as a plethora of
new feelings shot through his virgin young body. "Fuck Joey he put a finger
up my butt." Traxton actually pushed his ass back just a little bit as if
to encourage more finger, which I promptly gave him. I then stroked his
cock and finger fucked him at the same time. It only took a minute before
he said, "You're gonna make me cum if you don't stop Owen."

Those were the magic words so I slowly slipped my finger out of him and let
go of his cock. The boy turned immediately and went into my arms and
planted his mouth against mine totally taking me by surprise. Traxton
kissed me with as much passion as any boy ever had, soft moans coming from
his throat.

"Fuuuck," he groaned when broke the kiss. "You're gonna love this Joey," he
said to the older teen." On that note I asked Joey if he was ready and the
boy nodded his head. His cock was already at full stand, upright and proud
in front of his taut belly. The kid's body was well defined from neck to
knees as they say, but not buffed or overly developed. All the muscle lines
were deep enough to give full clarity each and every one. And of course
those that were running vertically eventually arrived at home plate and all
that made him boy. And Joey was all boy.

As I said, his cock stood tall and proud and below that hung a very perfect
set4 of balls, one slightly lower than the other, and at full stretch.

"You are a nicely put together boy Joey; do you know that?' I swear I could
see him blush through the water. I commanded him to turn then began the
process and had him groaning in pleasure within 5 seconds. I worked down
his back and rib cage then onto the bubbly mounds of his butt. Like
everything else it was firm, beautifully rounded and dimpled at the sides.

"Jesus what an ass you have Joey," I whispered in his ear and caused the
boy to shiver violently and his head to roll backwards. I kissed his neck
while my right hand reached out for more soap, which Traxton provided. A
moment later my fingers were running up the crack, headed for the tunnel to
paradise and when I found it, I rubbed the tips back and forth across the
puckered muscle and moving forward between his legs until my fingertips
pushed against his low hanging balls. I could that the teen had some hair
in there and wondered if he'd allow me to clip and shave him, although I'd
still lick his asshole regardless.

"Fuck Traxton you were right," Joey groaned, "it feels amazing." I told
Traxton to soap up and work on Joey's front, which the boy did
immediately. I added soap to my fingers and went back in, this time
slipping my middle finger up his tight hole. Joey groaned and moved a foot
out farther.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he mumbled.

"Did he put his finger up your butt," Traxton asked and the teen nodded his
head. I leaned my face close to his ear and whispered in it.

"Are you going to want me to put my cock in your hole Joey? Are you going
to want me to fuck your tight little asshole?" The hot young teen shivered
from my hot breath in his ear but nodded his head.

"Yes," said in a hoarse voice, "God yes I will, Owen, I will want you to
fuck me." I could see Traxton's hand working on Joey's balls and gently
stroking the kid's raging boner. And then, for some unknown reason, the
youngling leaned forward and licked on one of Joey's small nipples then
began nursing on him. One of Joey's arms went around Traxton's head and
gently held him all the while groaning in between moan's of,

"Oh god," or "oh fuck" or some other word that described the feelings that
had to be ripping the boy apart. I slipped a second finger up his ass which
got even more groans and more panting and a free hand that moved behind him
to pull his butt cheek open even further for me. After a minute the teen
said,

"You're guys are going to make me cum. I need you to fuck me Owen, right
now, right here in the shower. Please Owen, fuck me, please fuck me."

<<<<<<<<<< >>>>>>>>>> <<<<<<<<<< >>>>>>>>>> EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER II of
"XENIAL SPRING BREAK" posted 5.30 in the Bestiality section.


 "I gotta pee Gilbert," his 8 year old little brother said the which
Gilbert said there was a gas station a few miles up the road and less than
5 minutes later he pulled off the highway. We got out of the Suburban and
Gilbert went inside and got the key and a moment later all 4 of us were in
the bathroom.

"You didn't get a proper greeting Parker," Gilbert said and move to me with
his arms open. I was expecting a hug but got a full body press and mouth to
mouth resuscitation with tongue included. I didn't mind any of that even a
little bit. "Welcome to the family Parker." As soon as his brother go of me
Gabriel came to me for the same treatment only the little boys' hands were
at the side of my head keeping me in place. It made me start to get a
boner.

Then Gilbert, me and Jamie gathered around the toilet and hung out to pee,
all 3 of us shoving briefs and jeans down and pulling shirts up to allow
for full viewing. Gotta say that Gilbert had a really nice cock and
everything was shaved smooth. The thing had to be 7 inches soft and like
all the boys in the family, I would learn, he was uncut. His balls were a
nice size and hung beautiful between his thighs. Gabriel had wiggled in to
be included and I have to say that little boy had a really nice cock for an
8year old.

 "Nice cock Parker," Gilbert said to me and Gabriel agreed saying that he
could hardly wait for me to fuck him. I was more than surprised at that
statement and Gilbert chuckled. "Don't assume such things Gabey," his
brother admonished using the boys nickname, "Not everybody likes playing
with hairless boys.

"Yes they do," the youngling shot back, "everybody likes playing with
hairless boys, especially the really cute ones... like me. Even Gilbert
chuckled and his brother reached over to ruffle the boys' hair. You'll play
with me won't you Parker," he asked and I didn't know what to say.
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EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER of "UNLIKELY MUSE" to be posted soon

I rumpled his small balls in my hand and gently squeezed on them before
moving to his cock which was by then fully erect. I stroked him a little,
sliding his foreskin back and forth over his sensitive swollen cock
head. Archer's hand moved down alongside and found my cock, which by then
was half way hard. He squeezed up and down my length then felt on my balls
a moment and went back to my cock.

"Squeeze my balls Remy," he commanded and I did. "Harder, make it hurt a
little," he panted and when I did he groaned loudly. Needless to say I
wondered if pain was going to play a part in our relationship, assuming
we'd have a longer term relationship. "God that feels good, do it again." I
squeezed his small marbles and tugged hard on them at the same time. "Oh
fuck yes, like that, like that." The boys' voice was already deepening and
he seemed to work on my cock a little harder.

"Remy," he whispered and when I said "what" he said, "Kiss me on the mouth,
teach me how to kiss you." I didn't wonder about that overly long but
gently nudged him onto his back and lowered my face to his. In the dim
light of the room I could see Archer's eyes watching intently and as my
lips gently touched his, he closed them. It was a quick peck and I followed
it with another one. The 3rd time I stayed longer and moved my lips a
little bit. All the while my hand was between his legs squeezing and
tugging on his balls.

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