Date: Wed, 11 Oct 2006 16:22:30 -0400
From: Captain Swing <grubsnort@comcast.net>
Subject: Worth Every Penny 5

This story contains explicit scenes of sexual contact between males
of various ages, including teenagers.  It is intended for the
entertainment of adults who wish to read it and are permitted by law
to do so.  It is wholly fictional;  the narrator's experiences do not
represent those of the author.  The author does not advocate or
condone the actions or the opinions contained herein.

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Little Jose was the youngest boy I ever had.  I made clear to Miguel
that, while I had liked Jose, I didn't want any more boys as young
and undeveloped as he was.  The next few boys were fine, perfectly
ordinary, perfectly satisfactory--perfect, in fact for my dark
purposes.  The following month, however, when I saw the lad that
Miguel had brought for me, my heart sank.  The kid was black.  I have
to jump in here and say that I'm not a bigot or a racist.  I've had
African-American friends all my life, from my earliest youth to the
present day.  One of my college roommates, some of my closest
colleagues at work, my son's best friend--all black.  My grandmother
was black!  Well, OK, maybe not.  The point is, I have absolutely
nothing against black people.  I just don't want to have sex with
them. I know there are plenty of blacks who don't want to have sex
with white people either, and some white guys love having a big black
cock to play with.  A lot of Asians will only have sex with other
Asians.  You might have noticed that I'm very fond of Hispanics--some
won't give me the time of day because I'm white.  I remember
desperately cruising a Chinese guy in a theater one time, only to
have him tell me to get lost because he was only interested in black
guys.  Go figure.  My feeling is that choosing a sex partner is one
of the few areas left where one may freely ignore political
correctness. If that makes me a bad person, well, I don't think that
will be the main issue when I'm called to account for my sins on my
way to Hell.  So when I saw the black boy standing next to Miguel I
knew instantly that I didn't want to suck his dick, and I wasn't
ashamed to feel that way.  Getting out of it, however was more easily
said than done.

One problem was that the kid actually was Hispanic.  He spoke with a
slight accent and he had one of those elaborate Latino names like
Heliodoro or Gustavino.  Luckily he was called Tino.  Looking at his
face, I could see that his features showed European and Indian
heritage, as well as African.  The fact remained that he was black,
and there was nothing about him that particularly compensated for
that.  He was probably fourteen, medium height, and stocky.  His face
was average-looking at best.  But he seemed excited and eager to go
with me and I didn't see how I could avoid it.  I couldn't tell him,
or Miguel, that I wouldn't take him because of his color, and I
really had no other excuse:  he otherwise met all my requirements.  I
didn't want to hurt the kid's feelings: my biases weren't his fault.
I could pretend I was sick, pay them both, and call the whole thing
off, but that was kind of foolish. Besides, I had driven in from
Connecticut, paid for the room, and was still in the mood for some
kid-sex.  I'd just have to suck it up (no pun intended), take Tino,
and make the best of it.  Maybe I could keep my eyes closed.

I thought how ironic it would be to get busted at the motel with a
kid I didn't even want, but the only person I saw was Shondra, who
merely looked at Tino, rolled her eyes at me, and laughed.  Once in
the room, I had the idea to postpone whatever we were going to do by
telling Tino to undress and lay on the bed while I called up to order
the porno channels on the TV.  I sat in the chair and watched him
while he watched the dirty movie.  It was rather a turn-on to watch
Tino's cock begin to stir, then sway side to side as it throbbed
itself to full erection.  I told him to keep his hands off of it for
the moment ,and watched entranced at it reached the vertical, then,
with a small smack, fell backwards onto his abdomen.  It was as black
as the rest of him, if not blacker--thick, uncut, and perhaps the
longest of any of the boys I'd had.  Actually, it was at least as big
as mine.  Once I'd seen the engrossing process of Tino's erection, I
told him he could play with it if he wanted; he immediately took hold
of it and began to masturbate slowly, occasionally giving a short
series of quick jerks.  It actually was kind of fascinating.  I
couldn't recall so dispassionately watching another guy masturbate,
usually doing the work myself, with hand or mouth.  Tino tore his
eyes away from the movie from time to time to glance over at me, no
doubt wondering why I was making no move to come over and blow him.
Finally he had to ask me, "Aren't you gonna suck me?"  His tone was
more puzzled than petulant.

Inspiration struck and I quickly answered.  "You know, Tino, I don't
think I've ever seen a kid with a cock that big.  I think I really
just want to watch you jerk that big thing off for now.  Go ahead--
just jerk yourself off like I wasn't here, and I'll watch. Go as fast
or slow as you want.  Just be sure to tell me when you're about ready
to come.  I want to see that."

I think my flattery served its purpose of removing any disappointment
Tino might have felt that I wasn't blowing him.  He turned and
directed his attention back to the TV and to his cock.  He stroked
away with a little more purpose, but not frantically.  His hand would
nearly stop at times, then briefly pump vigorously for a few moments,
then settle back to a steady rhythm.  As his cock began to leak,
Tino's strokes began to produce a wet ticking sound, which I could
hear clearly over the moans and grunts from the movie.  Tino didn't
say a word and in fact truly seemed to forget that I was in the
room.  Finally he looked over at me.  "OK if I come now?"

"Sure, Tino.  Go ahead."  I moved over to the bed for a better view.
He seemed to take a tighter grip, and flailed away rapidly.

"Here it comes!"  Four or five dollops of thick cream shot out in
quick succession, the first two almost reaching the level of his
nipples, the last mostly dripping into the thick frizz that lay at
the base of his cock.  Clearer fluid continued to seep out and run
down over Tino's fingers. I congratulated the boy.  "Good job, Tino.
You came a lot."  He gave me a quick proud smile, then closed his
eyes briefly, recovering. The white globs made a sharp contrast to
Tino's dark skin and I watched enthralled until they began to thin
and run down his sides.  I went into the bathroom and got a towel to
wipe Tino off.  I decided I might as well get a little amusement out
of him by asking him about his sex life.

"You must really like to jerk off, right, Tino?"

"Yeah."

"Do you do it a lot?"

"Yeah.  All the time."  I had to smile. Tino was practically the
first kid I'd had who would admit right off the bat to being a
frequent masturbator.  Obviously they all did it, but I usually had
to really work to get them to admit it.

"You like to fuck girls too?"  I oh-so-casually asked him.

He made a sour face.  "I'd like to, yeah, but none of 'em'll let me."

"Never?  You never fucked a girl?"

"Nah.  Not yet.  I want to though."

"I'll bet you do."  Tino wasn't as young or immature--or as
appealing--as most of my boys, but he was young enough that the idea
of him shoving his big dick up some willing pussy for the first time
was still exciting to me.  Exciting enough to inspire a new thought
in my proudly degenerate mind.  I didn't want to have sex with the
kid myself, but I knew I'd get a huge charge out of watching him have
sex with someone else,  I wasn't sure how to arrange it, but I
figured it was certainly possible.  It occurred to me that Miguel
could probably find me a willing girl for Tino--at a price, of
course.  I didn't want Tino to know what I was planning, in case I
couldn't pull it off, so I told him I had to go out to my car for
something.  He was back to watching the fuck-film, so he barely
noticed when I stepped out of the room with my cellphone.

Miguel was not at all happy to hear from me. His first thought was
that I had some complaint about Tino, but when I explained to him
what I wanted he seemed even more annoyed.  He said he had better
things to do than spend his whole day finding kids for me to fuck
around with.  He could maybe set it up for the following week, but
wasn't going to drop what he was doing to look for somebody right
then. That was no good for me.  If I couldn't find a girl right away
I was going to forget the whole thing.  I certainly wasn't going to
waste another weekend on Tino.  Just as I was about to head back to
the room, I saw Shondra walk into the parking lot and had another
brainstorm.  She wasn't exactly what I had in mind for Tino's first
fuck, but maybe she could find me somebody else, if I handled it
right. I rolled down the window.  "Hey, Shondra.  How's tricks?"

I don't know if she was familiar with that old expression.  She
looked a little startled, then smiled.  "Hey baby. What's happenin'?
You lookin' for me? You decided to give up them boys after all?"

"Fraid not, honey. I'll keep it in mind though.  But I wanted to ask
you--you know that kid you saw me with earlier?"

"Yeah?  What about him?"

"The little shit's just dyin' to fuck himself a nice young pussy.
You know any nice girls?"

Shondra's smile dimmed and she raised her eyebrows.  "Well shit,
baby, I'm standing right here.  What's wrong with me? Might as well
start him off right."

"Yeah I know.  That was my first thought. The problem is, he really
wants a Puerto Rican girl. Or a white girl even. I guess he's got
this thing for a girl that's lighter than him, you know? Makes no
difference to me, but that's what he wants, and I thought it would be
nice to give him what he wants , seeing as how it's his first time."
This was complete bullshit, of course.  Tino had said no such thing.
Shondra had a pretty good bullshit detector, and I hoped she didn't
see through me.  She didn't, but she was annoyed.

"Well fuck that honey.  Business is bad enough. You think I got
nothing better to do than go around findin' some Rican girl for your
little boy to fuck? Kiss my ass."

I smiled sweetly.  "You don't understand, Shondra.  I'd pay you your
regular...um...fee, of course.  Plus pay the other girl too."

Instantly her glower turned to a broad smile.  "Well why didn't you
say so, honey?  That's different. When you want to do this?"

"Right now."

Shondra pursed her lips. "Ooh, I don't know, sugar.  Usually a girl
need a little notice for something like that, know what I mean?
Unless you wanna just go pick up some street girl.  But I don't think
you wanna be doin' that."  She thought for a moment then brightened.
"Maybe.  Let me make a call."  She pulled out a phone only slightly
more expensive than my own and turned so I couldn't hear her
conversation.  She spoke for a few minutes, then turned back to me.

"Estella say she can be here in twenty minutes, but she can only stay
about an hour. She got another date. She a nice girl.  OK?"

"She's Puerto Rican?"

"I don't know about that.  She Spanish.  She maybe come from one of
them other places.  She light though."

"Fine.  She knows it's a kid, right?  She's not gonna be upset about
that, is she?"

Shondra turned and spoke on the phone a little more, then back to
me.  "She just gotta fuck the kid, right?  You ain't got nothin'
funny in mind?"

"I'm going to watch."

She rolled her eyes.  "You baaaad, baby.  Where you get them ideas
from? And you be lookin' like all Mr. Nice and shit."  I doubted that
I was the most depraved character Shondra had come across in her line
of work, so I merely smiled brightly.  She laughed.

Negotiations with Estella finished, I asked Shondra how much I owed
her.  Without a second's pause she said  "I get a hundred and fifty,
baby"  and glared at me, defying me to argue. I'd be willing to bet
no whore in the history of that scabrous motel had ever gotten $150,
unless she helped herself to it out of some poor sap's wallet while
he was asleep. We stared at each other, both trying not to laugh.  I
knew she was ripping me off, and she knew I knew.  I handed over the
cash.

"Shit, I must be at Wal-Mart.  I'm getting such a great bargain."

Shondra laughed.  "No baby, you at Macy's."  I didn't exactly get it,
until I realized that Macy's must be the nicest, most expensive store
Shondra knew of.

I went back in the room to find Tino, as expected, lazily stroking
his erection as he watched the porno.  I asked him to cool it for a
few minutes, not to get too worked up.  He looked confused.  "Are you
gonna blow me now?"

"Not now, Tino. Just relax for a few minutes.  I got a surprise for
you."

"What kind of surprise."

"Just wait.  You're going to like it, I promise."

When the knock at the door came, Tino was startled. I assured him it
was OK, and went to look through the peephole and, as expected, saw a
girl whom I assumed to be Estella.  I opened the door and stepped
outside to speak to her for a moment.  I didn't care if anyone saw
us, figuring it could only help my reputation at the motel. not hurt
it.  She was probably in her early twenties, small, Hispanic, and
dressed in cheap flashy clothes.  Not exactly a girl I'd want to take
home to mother, but no worse than I had expected.  I asked her if she
understood what she was there for.

"Yeah.  You want me to do it with some kid while you watch."

"That's right.  And I just want to make sure you're nice to him. You
have any problem with that?"

"What's wrong with him."

I was surprised.  "Nothing."

"He's not some freak, is he?  Why wouldn't I be nice to him?"

"No reason.  It's his first time is all."

"Yeah.  So I heard.  Let's go.  I gotta be outa here in an hour.  A
hundred bucks."

"A hundred?"

"Yeah.  I won't do it for less than a hundred."

"OK."  I suppressed a smile.  I wondered how she'd feel if she knew
that both Tino and Shondra were getting a lot more than she was.  I
ushered her into the room.

"Here's your surprise, Tino."

The boy looked up at Estella in bewilderment.  I was amused that he
made no effort to cover up his dick, perhaps too surprised to realize
he was naked.  I watched his face change from a look of confusion to
one of desperate anticipation.  I could tell that he could barely
dare to hope that the girl was there for what he so ardently wanted,
but knew there could be no other reason.  "She's all yours, boy.  Why
don't you come over here and say hello"  .

Tino jumped up, still oblivious to his nakedness and approached
Estella tentatively.  "Hello."

"Hi.  How ya doin'"  Tino had no idea what to do next, and Estella
was impatient.  "So, ya want me to take my clothes off or what."

I answered.  "Sure.  Why don't you help her, Tino."

The boy reached out his hands, still unsure, so she did most of the
work getting her clothes off.  By the time they were done, Tino's
dick was at full strength, sticking out horizontally in front of
him.  Estella wrapped her hand around it and led him over to the
bed.  She lay down and pulled him down next to her.  Tino, looked
over at me, excited but unsure what to do next.

"Estella's got nice tits, doesn't she, Tino?  Why don't you see how
they feel?"

He grinned and turned back to the girl, reaching over to gently rub
her actually-fairly-average breasts, treating them as if they were
made of fine china.  Estella started in with her well-rehearsed
lines.  "Oh yeah, baby.  Ooh that feels so good."  They served their
purpose of making Tino more confident.  He rubbed a little harder.
Estella took it for a few moments, moaning theatrically, but I guess
she was in too much of a hurry.  She took Tino's hand and placed it
down between  her legs.  I saw his eyes widen. As he felt her pussy,
Estella took hold of his cock.  "Oh baby, what a nice big cock.  Oh
yeah, I need you to fuck me with that big thing.  Oh baby. Yeah. Now,
baby."

Tino looked over at me and I nodded my approval.  His face, already
lit up with excitement, grew even more ecstatic.  As Tino started to
move into position, I tossed him a condom.  "Don't forget this,
Tino."  He looked at it as if not quite sure what to do with it.  I'm
sure he knew what it was, but probably never had occasion to use one
before.  Estella was too impatient to wait, and grabbed it out of his
hands, opened the packet and began to roll it on him.  I was sorry we
had to use a condom, longing to see Tino's thick black cock sliding
through Estella's pink pussy lips unencumbered, but it was, of
course, necessary.  I moved over and sat on the edge of the bed for a
better view as Tino mounted the girl.  He seemed to have a little
problem finding the hole, so I reached over to help, but Estella's
hand got there before mine and she directed his eager cock into her
cunt.  I wanted to feel his hardness, but had to be satisfied by
toying with his hairless balls as he slid his shaft all the way in.
I alternated between rubbing his smooth black butt and fondling his
sack as instinct took over and Tino, with Estella's help, performed a
perfectly creditable fuck.  He followed the old formula of making up
with enthusiasm for what he lacked in experience.  Estella gave the
requisite vocal encouragement and praise, but I tuned out her tired
theatrics and concentrated on the sight of Tino's young body flexing
and thrusting as he rammed his hefty member into the whore, fucking
as if his life depended on it.  I stepped back from the bed at one
point for a wider view of the scene and reveled in the sight of his
plump ass dimpling and driving.

Tino lasted longer than I might have expected.  At one point I
actually saw Estella raise her arm to check her wristwatch.
Eventually, though, the boy gave one final plunge and let out a long
deep breath as he shot out his very first cuntload.  Estella gave him
barely a minute to savor it before she gently pushed him off and got
up, scrambling for her clothes.  She did have the grace to say "That
was great, honey" to Tino.  I asked her if she wanted to take a
shower, but she was already fastening her top; she was interested
only in getting paid and getting out of there.  I gave her the money
and she thanked me and slipped out the door without another word.
Tino was still lying on the bed, a goofy smile on his face.

He didn't stop smiling all through his shower and our trip to
McDonalds.  I didn't feel the same perverse pride I usually felt
while ushering one of my little boyfriends into the restaurant, but I
did get a kick out of Tino's happiness and the thought that I'd just
watched the kid in full fuck.  Back at the room, I masturbated Tino
to a third sizable ejaculation and called it a day.  His thrill at
fucking Estella had made him forget any lingering disappointment over
my failure to blow him.  When it came time to pay him, I told him we
should call it even, since he'd gotten to fuck a girl and I'd had to
pay for it.  He looked startled, but was beginning to agree when I
told him I was kidding and gave him the full amount.  After I'd
dropped him off and he was grinning his way down the street, I
decided that the afternoon had been entertaining enough that I'd
gotten my money's worth.  The next time I talked to Miguel, though, I
diplomatically made it plain that I wasn't interested in any more
kids as dark as Tino.

A month later, I was relieved as I approached Miguel and my next
intended plaything.  The boy fit the mold of my usual little
companions:  shorter than average height, slim build, typical Latino
coloring, customary kid clothing.  As I got close enough to see his
face, however, I discovered he wasn't so typical after all.  Not to
put too fine a point on it, he was the handsomest kid I'd ever met.
I stared at him, almost hypnotized, and revised my assessment. He was
quite possibly the most handsome male person I had ever seen in my
life.  I use the word "handsome" deliberately.  He could, I suppose,
be called "cute" or "beautiful", but neither would be entirely
accurate.  "Pretty"  would be simply wrong.  His looks were
masculine, manly even, with no little-boy softness, yet youthful--
perfectly suitable for his age, which I estimated (correctly, it
turned out) at fourteen.  Close-cropped black hair topped a smooth
oval face with small, regular features, each perfect in itself, which
combined to form a whole somehow even more perfect than the sum of
its parts  Maybe most important, he was totally lacking the  inherent
arrogance that many truly good-looking people have.  It seemed as if
he had no idea how stunning his looks were. While the boy had a
serious, self possessed attitude, he didn't show the vanity that an
actor or a model might exhibit, yet he had looks that any actor or
model would kill for. My unblinking stare eventually made him a
little uncomfortable, but he seemed to have no idea of its cause.
Rather than looking down his nose at me, he shyly lowered his eyes.
Miguel, of course, also gave no indication that he'd brought me
anything special, merely another in a long string of boys that met my
basic requirements.  To him, the kid was perfectly ordinary, and I
guess he was.  Ordinary--and perfect.

The boy's' name was Robert. Oddly, it wasn't short for Roberto. He'd
been born and brought up in New York by Puerto Rican parents and had
never even visited the island, as I learned when I made small talk
with him by way of breaking the ice.  He had a cool, almost stand-
offish demeanor, polite and respectful, but not really friendly.  His
attitude reminded me of Miguel's when I first met him, but the two
weren't related and barely knew each other.  Robert never smiled as
we talked, but he was neither frightened nor unhappy.  He showed
neither eagerness nor excitement, but was perfectly willing to go
with me and knew what I expected.  What I really expected at that
moment was to be struck down dead before I made it to the motel:  I
couldn't believe that my wicked ways would reward me with someone so
perfect as Robert.  I couldn't decide what to do as I drove: my
customary habit of going right for the goods, lest a bus hit me
before I'd at least fondled the boy, conflicted with a strange
reluctance to even touch him.  It seemed almost as even a quick feel
would defile him somehow, that I hadn't earned the right to worship
between his legs. I knew this was ridiculous. There wasn't anything
otherworldly about the kid, no divine glow.  He was just another
working-class Latino boy from the sweaty streets of the Bronx,
probably not particularly bright.  But genetics--and chance--had
blessed him with such striking looks that I wanted to preserve him in
a way, protect him.  Of course I also wanted to suck out every single
living sperm cell his body could produce.

My hesitance persisted when we got to the room.  Robert entered
before me and stood in the middle of the room, waiting for me to tell
him what to do.  I wasn't sure.  I honestly think I would have been
satisfied to let him watch TV all day, so long as I could look at him
while he did it.  But when in doubt, always follow your cock.  I sat
on the edge of the bed and motioned Robert to come stand in front of
me.  His groin was right in my face, its dimension unknowable behind
his baggy pants,  I ignored it for the moment and reached around to
stroke Robert's butt.  In this sort of situation with a different boy
I might have started the festivities by getting him to talk about his
sex life.  I'd already decided, however, that I didn't want to know
about Robert's.  It killed me to think of this flawless boy casually
stuffing his dick in some simpering little slut who would have acted
like she was the one doing him the favor.  And if I were to find out
that some other old pervert like myself had been inside those pants
before me, I'd have to hunt him down and shoot him like a dog in the
street.  No, this boy had to be a total virgin, who'd saved his boy-
ly essence just for me.  So long as he didn't tell me otherwise, I
could go on pretending to believe that.  Incidentally, if I sound
like a lunatic, I knew it at the time.  I was acting like an idiot,
but somewhere deep inside I maintained enough sanity to laugh at my
own lunacy. I knew I was making this kid out to be something more
than he really was. Then again, you didn't see Robert.  You would
have acted like a madman too.

Robert showed no reaction when I began to rub his behind, and I
couldn't maintain my restraint for long.  Gradually my hands, as if
acting on their own, moved around his sides and met at El Dorado in
the front.  Robert's light-blue jeans were so baggy that I couldn't
discern any trace of a bulge.  I imagined, though, that I could feel
the heat radiating from the treasure that had to be hiding there.  I
pressed in softly and could feel a spongy mass waiting there behind
the thick fabric.  Blood rushed to my head--I knew my face was
flushing. This ultimate boy, this paragon, had a cock, and I had my
hands on it, and I could do whatever I wanted with it.  I pressed
harder and rubbed my hands around, trying to determine the shape and
size of what I was feeling.  I glanced up at Robert,  He was staring
straight ahead, his face a blank  Leaning forward, I pressed my face
gently into Robert's crotch and took a deep sniff.  There was an
unmistakable faint aroma.  It was laundry soap.  Robert's mother had
probably made sure her little boy was wearing clean clothes when she
sent him out to play that day

I turned my head and pressed my cheek to Robert's groin, pulling him
close with both hands on his soft ass.  Involuntarily, I let out a
sigh.  My life is one of the happiest I know of, but I've never been
happier than at that exact moment.  I was in love.  But why settle
for love when you can have sex?  I leaned down and took off Robert's
shoes and socks.  There was no point in paying any attention to his
feet:  I knew they'd be the world's most perfect feet.  I took a deep
breath, unfastened his belt and opened his pants, letting them fall
and reaching down to take them completely off.  Robert was one of the
few boys who wore boxers:  they were a plain light blue, no pattern
or design.  I groped him, getting a better sense of what was waiting
for me.  Sticking my middle finger through the fly, I was met by a
respectable bush of soft crinkly hair.  I could have stuck my whole
hand in, of course, but wanted to prolong the suspense.  Pushing the
single finger downwards, I encountered the root of his cock, and
rubbed softly across the base with my fingertip.  I was touching
Robert's cock, all was right with the world.

Robert must have been thinking that we'd be there all day before I
even got him undressed.  I knew there was no point in wasting any
more time.  With another deep breath, I pulled down his shorts.
There it was.  Robert's cock.  It was eleven inches long.  No, it was
an inch and a half.  It didn't matter.  When you're heavily into kids
it doesn't pay to be a size freak anyway, but truly I didn't care how
big Robert's was.  In truth, he was probably just slightly above
average for his age, an honest four and a half inches soft.  And he
was soft, my fumbling and groping having had no effect.  He was
circumcised, with a pretty pink head capping the straight shaft.
Essentially, it looked like a billion other cocks, but as I gazed at
it I could detect no fault with it.  I'd expected nothing less, but,
like the rest of him, Robert's dick was perfect.  I hadn't really
decided what i would do next, but I didn't have to.  With no
conscious thought, I leaned forward and took the whole length of the
penis into my mouth and held it there.  I sucked him gently, using
only the muscles in my mouth and tongue, not moving my head, and was
rewarded with a rapid swelling.  Robert's penis soon filled my mouth
completely, just as his mere presence filled my soul.  I couldn't
resist beginning a slow in-and-out movement, savoring every fraction
of his hard six inches, and was soon bobbing away like the master
cocksucker that I am.

There was no reason not to move Robert onto the bed so we could both
be more comfortable, so I reluctantly withdrew.  Robert stood there
obediently, his twitching cock sticking straight out, slick from my
saliva.  He was still wearing his teeshirt--light green with a
picture of Bruce Lee on the front.  I looked up at his solemn face.
"You OK?"

For the first time Robert rewarded me with a brief sheepish smile.
"Yes."

"Feel good?"

He nodded.  "Yes."

"Good."  With one hand on his bare butt,  I directed him to lie down
and spread his legs.

I can't even estimate how many blowjobs I've given in my life.  Four
hundred?  Five hundred?  I'm sure, though, that there wasn't one of
them that I devoted more of my skill to, tried harder to do a good
job on.  I didn't want to take any shortcuts, cheat by using my
hand.  I wanted to bring Robert to a shattering orgasm by sheer oral
expertise alone.  Oh, that didn't mean I couldn't lightly toy with
his soft hairless balls, or run my fingers through the patch of curls
at the base of his dick, or reach up under his teeshirt to stroke his
smooth belly and brush across his tiny nipples, but his cock I
reserved for my mouth alone.  Not to blow my own horn, but I did a
spectacular job.  At one point, Robert gave forth with a small
involuntary groan:  a standing ovation at Carnegie Hall couldn't have
been a greater tribute.  He groaned again a few minutes later, louder
this time, as he squirted five sizable jets of sweet boy nectar into
my gulping throat.  "Sweet boy nectar" is meant metaphorically:  to
be perfectly honest it tasted no better or worse than the hundreds of
other loads I've swigged down. There have been none I was more happy
to swallow, however.

When I'd lapped up every drop, I moved up on the bed and put my arms
around the boy.  I didn't really think Robert would be big on
cuddling with me, but he accepted my embrace with fairly good grace.
I stared at his marvelous face as he caught his breath, while he
deliberately avoided meeting my eye.  I knew I shouldn't but finally
I had to ask him, "Did you like that?"

He hesitated, then said solemnly,"Yes."  Then he gave a small snort
and another brief, almost reluctant grin .''Sheesh.  I never felt
nothin' like that before.  I couldn't believe what that felt like."

My work on this earth was done. I knew that for Robert those few
words were the equivalent of turning cartwheels in the street.  I
held him tighter and he didn't resist.  I wanted to make conversation
with him, to connect with him, get to know him, but my attempts fell
short.  I asked about school, but as I expected he wasn't much of a
student and had little to say about it.  I didn't want to ask about
his family or friends, and we had so little in common that it was
hard to think of another topic.  Finally I hit on sports, and was
happy to discover that Robert was a passionate Yankees fan.  I
followed the team enough to be able to talk about them intelligently,
and was rewarded with more animation and enthusiasm from Robert than
I had dared to hope for.  He opened up, and volunteered his opinions
on various players and the season's ups and downs.  If I'd thought I
was in love before, I adored the kid even more now.

I hadn't come yet;  in fact I hadn't even undressed and had barely
even gotten hard.  What I wanted to do was make Robert come again.  I
had him take his shirt off finally and examined his body closely.  I
finally found a few small nicks and scars on his shins, the only
things to mar his perfection; rather than seeing them as flaws,
however, I saw them more as beauty marks, serving only to call
attention to the magnificence that surrounded them.  Robert's
adolescent body, like his face, was made up of small flawless details
that combined to form an even more perfect entirety. I wanted it
all.  I started by kissing the creamy caramel skin on Robert's
belly.  Glancing up at him I asked, "This is OK isn't it?''

He shrugged.  "Yeah, I guess."

With that ringing endorsement, I proceeded to lick and nuzzle
virtually every square inch of Robert's body, from his midsection, up
to his neck, then down to his toes and back up to the best parts in
the middle.  I had him spread and pull back his legs and I gazed at
his little pucker.  Fuck it.  If I was ever in my life going to kiss
an asshole, this was the one.  I stuck out my tongue tentatively and
touched it to the pink blossom.  Robert shifted his body a little,
but didn't really try to pull away, so I licked a little harder.
Before I knew it I was slobbering away at his most private part,
forgetting my reluctance in my desire to claim this boy completely.
My cock hardened as I finally moved on to lap at Robert's smooth
balls and I reached down to open my pants.  I was jerking myself off
as I blew Robert for the second time, and as soon as I had swallowed
down his second load I kent over him and shot out my own thick
streams all over his shrunken dick and his small thick bush.  He
looked down and made a small sound of dismay, but didn't complain.

On our obligatory McDonalds run, my heart swelled with pride even
more than usual.  I wanted people to see me with Robert; I wanted to
show him off.  I talked a little louder than usual, and did what i
could to subtly call attention to the two of us.  What I wanted to
do, though, was stand on a table and scream out, "See this kid?
Isn't he gorgeous?  He's fourteen and I just sucked his cock!
Twice!  And after we eat we're going back to our motel room and I'm
going to do it again!"  I said nothing of the sort, of course, and
nobody paid any particular attention to us.  Robert, for his part,
hadn't the slightest clue what was going through my twisted mind.

Back at the motel I slowly undressed Robert again, lingering over
every piece of clothing, every button, savoring every second.  I took
him in my mouth again and promptly worked him back to full hardness.
I stood up and stripped off my own clothes, took a deep breath, and
told Robert what I wanted.  I had decided before the second blowjob
that I wanted--no, needed--to have Robert fuck me.  There didn't seem
to be any other possible conclusion to our meeting.  I had a sick
feeling, though, that he would refuse.  Since Jorge, almost half of
the boys I had asked had refused, and I was pretty sure Robert would
too.  Sure enough, he shook his head and made a sour face when I
asked.  I tried to sweet-talk him, to no avail.  I tried to bribe
him, and though he was sorely tempted by my offer of first one
hundred dollars, then two, he still declined.  Shit, I would have
given him everything I had with me, including my car, but I sensed
that money wasn't the issue. I resorted to begging him, but still he
said no.  There was a certain reluctance in his refusal that puzzled
me though; it seemed that he might agree except for some particular
reason that I didn't understand.  I asked him what his objection was,
but he was too shy to tell me. I begged and pleaded some more, and
finally he let it out. "It's dirty."

I stared at him.  Fucking me didn't seem all that much more obscene
than what I'd been doing to him all day.  Then I realized that he
meant it was unclean.  Poor little Robert was worried about getting
shit on his dick.  I assured him that I'd take care of that, that I'd
make sure I was clean beforehand and would clean him off afterwards
before he even had to look.  I'm not sure he was totally convinced,
but to my everlasting joy he finally agreed.  I hadn't suggested the
obvious, that using a condom would keep his little weapon pure as the
day it was born, because I couldn't bear the idea.  I wanted Robert
inside me for real.  I wanted to feel his juice squirting into me,
filling me.  Hell, I wanted to have his baby.

I went in the bathroom and did what I had to do.  Robert didn't want
to look at me when i came back in the room.  He was lying patiently
on the bed and I quickly blew him back to erection and lubed him up.
I lay down and got into position; he hopped up and did the same.  I
didn't want to ask him if he knew what to do, but it was soon obvious
that he did.  He wasn't as smooth or as practiced as Jorge had been,
but I loved every second.  The sharp jolts and sudden stings that cam
from his awkwardness were tossed aside by the surge of emotional
pleasure I felt from having this perfect boy inside me, taking me,
conquering me.  Before long, he found his groove and fucked away like
a champ, bringing deep satisfaction to both of us. I could tell my
the look on his handsome face that he was having the time of his
life.  He only occasionally managed to hit my buzzer, but each time
was an almost overwhelming bonus. All to soon, Robert increased his
pace, let out two or three soft groans, and unloaded deep inside me.
Without warning, the sheer thrill of that sent my own cream spurting
up between us.  I held Robert tightly to me as he deflated.  I didn't
ever want to let him go.

I gave Robert five hundred dollars, after making him promise that he
wouldn't tell anyone about the extra amount.  His diffidence had
returned and he stood quietly waiting for me to get ready to leave.
I stared at his stunning face again, hardly able to believe that I'd
spent the afternoon making love to a boy that perfect, had swallowed
two loads of his come, had licked every inch of his body, had taken
him deep into my ass.  Taking him home, I asked him if he'd be
willing to see me again.  He sounded surprised.  "Sure."  I was
surprised myself.  I'd never wanted to see a boy a second time
before. I not only wanted to see Robert again, though, I wanted to
adopt him, take him home to live with my family in Connecticut, send
him to school, buy him a pony--hell, buy him a Ferrari. I wouldn't
even have to have sex with him, just so long as I could gaze at his
beautiful face across the dining room table. As I watched him melt
back into the street where I knew he really belonged, I had to laugh
at my own foolishness.  I knew I wasn't really in love with this
kid.  Infatuated, maybe.  I knew that I'd been lucky enough to catch
him at the ideal moment in his life.  Six months later his looks
might have changed enough to make him simply good-looking, not
extraordinary.  And I knew he was just one of millions of kids, each
ordinary and each outstanding in his own way.  Still.....


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            To be continued, probably.........


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