Date: Wed, 9 Aug 2017 04:14:29 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Yellow Green Shirt

The first part of the story is true. I did see the kid at my bank on day,
we were wearing the same colored shirt and I did comment to him about it.
That's where reality stopped and the story starts. There is no plan to
continue it. Live with that and N-joi..

Hugs,
Tag
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I looked all over the internet and couldn't find the name of the
color. Chanteuse didn't quite cut it, neither did lime green, neon lime
green, or neon green or yellow. I looked at safety vest colors too but it
was none of those colors. They came close but I couldn't find a match., so,
yellow green it is.

Why all the fuss? Well, because it was the color shirt that the boy and I
were both wearing, which started the conversation, which ultimately led
to... other things.

I'd gone to my bank to do some business that required help from an
employee. It just happened that they were busier than bird dogs and plenty
of people were waiting. I signed in and found the only seat available next
to a boy wearing the same color shirt that I was, the afore-mentioned
yellow green and a bright one at that. I had approached from his blind side
so he didn't see me until I sat next to him.

"Awesome colored shirt," I said in a soft voice which caused him to turn
his head and look at me, as did a woman that I assumed to be his
grandmother since she was white haired and a little on the wrinkly
side. The boy grinned at me and I melted.

He looked to be 13 or 14, was slender of course, had dark brown or light
black hair, depending on how one defined such things, in a short style but
not buzzed. His smile was tantalizing, nice straight white teeth framed by
very kissable lips. His face was ever so slightly rounded, typical of a boy
his age, and I knew that within a year it would be more defined. His eyes
were an amazing grey blue and were framed by nice thick brows.

"You too," he responded in a voice that was struggling to move out of the
high pitch and into the lower registers of a maturing boy. I loved
it. About that time a name was called and the woman he was with stood
up. Before she could say a thing he turned his head and said,

"You go Gramma, I'll wait here." He turned back to face me.

"Not many older guys wear a shirt this color," he said.

"That's funny because my grandson teases me about me about my bright
shirts, says no boy would wear one that color unless it was a team jersey
and yours certainly isn't."

"Well he's wrong about that isn't he? Hey, maybe you should take a picture
of me to prove that he's wrong." I thought that was a stellar idea and was
going to suggest it but was glad that he brought it up.

"You know, I was thinking the same thing but didn't want to ask."

"Why not," he asked.

"I didn't want you to think I was weird."

"How can you be weird if you're wearing that same color shirt I am? That
would make me weird too."

"Well, maybe you are and you are just hiding it well," I responded. The boy
thought about that for a moment then nodded his head.

"True but that would mean you're hiding it too."

"I agree," I said with mock seriousness. "So, should we agree that we're
both weirdo's that hide it well?" He smiled and nodded his head.

"What kind of weird might you be hiding," he asked. I pondered that a
second then took a stratospheric leap and leaned close.

"I might be a rapist," I whispered. He looked shocked and I thought I'd
made a huge mistake.

"Can't rape the willing," he whispered back then leaned back with a shocked
expression on his smooth cute face and put his hand to his mouth as if to
take it all back.

"Shit I can't believe I said that." I laughed out loud.

"No worries," I said. "What's your name weirdo boy?"

"Marc, with a c and not a k," he said, clearly relieved that I was willing
to move on. I extended my hand,

"Tague," I said, "with a u and an e at the end and not as in, `tag you're
it." The boy jerked ever so slightly as if the name were
familiar. Actually, it's my nom d guerre, the name I use when writing
erotic stories. I use it every once in a while with strangers just to see
if there is any recognition. I thought there was here.

"That's interesting. So, do you want to take the picture here or outside?"
I suggested outside. He didn't bother to tell his grandmother what he was
doing or where he was going so out we went. I got a picture of him standing
against the building. A woman passing by asked if I'd like her take a
picture of us together assuming we were father and son.

"Yeah, thank you," Marc said so we stood next to each other and she
suggested that I put my arm across his shoulders so I did and the boy
automatically put his arm around my waist and actually leaned into me a
little bit. She took a couple of shots then handed my phone back to me.

"Hey, if you give me an email address I'll send you copies of these," I
said as we walked inside. He seemed leery of that, which wasn't a surprise.

"I'd send them to your cell phone but I doubt that you want to give that
out and I don't' blame you so how about this. Go to yahoo mail and create a
new email using the name yellow green shirt. Then send me an email at tag
dot michaels no caps at Yahoo. When I get your email, I'll send you the
pix, how's that sound?" Marc responded in the same manner as when I told
him my name then asked if I could write it down for him. I got blank
deposit slip and pencil and wrote it down, gave him the paper.

"So, do you ride a Harley" he asked which was a fair question since I was
wearing a Harley logo shirt.

"Yeah, I wear bright colors so idiot motorists will see me."

"Gosh I never rode on a bike before. Well, a little moped kind of bike but
not a big one. Is it loud and fast?"

"Very much so. I'd be glad to take you on a ride if you want." He got a
worried expression on his face.

"I don't know that my gramma would go for that," he said.

"Well how about this, consider it an open invitation. Who knows. Do you
live with her or are you visiting?" The short story was that he was
spending the summer and honestly it was kind of boring. He told me about
where he lived and while not real close to me it was within a 15 minute
drive.

About that time his grandmother came back and said she was ready to
go. Marc introduced her to me and I shook her hand. He then told her that
he'd said he'd like to go for a ride on my Harley so I offered to do it
which of course caused her to raise an eyebrow.

"My grandson and nieces and nephews all love to ride on the bike with me,"
I said by way of explanation. "Sometimes I feel like a carnival ride." It
was all a lie of course. I reached down and snagged my wallet and gave her
my business card which identified me as a consultant so naturally she asked
me what I consulted on. I explained that I helped organizations write or
update their P&P's then gave her the names of a few companies that she
would recognize. I further explained that I was also on Linkedin as well as
other professional organizations.

"Well Mr. McMichael, I'll consider it," she said then beckoned Marc, who
smiled and shook my hand and off they went. My last name was in fact
McMichael, first name Shayne, not Tague. A bank representative finally
called my name so I took care of my business then headed home. The weather
had cleared considerably so I tossed on some jeans and my leather vest and
took my CVO Street Glide out for a spin. With 300 watts pumping out the
music, the pipes rattling and the sun shining; it was a sweet ride.

I didn't give much more thought to Marc but I did wonder for a moment about
his comment about not raping the willing. I wondered if it was just
something he'd heard somewhere or if it had some special meaning to
him. That would eventually be made clear.

A few days later I was going through my reader mail of which I get at least
a few every day, sometimes more, and saw one from sillyboy06. I popped it
open.

"Hello Tag, or is it Shayne. This is Marc, the yellow green shirt boy. I
can't believe I actually met you, the most famous story teller on the
internet. I love your stories so much. I've read all of them. Well, the man
boy and the boy boy stories. I don't give a shit for anything with girls in
it. You probably don't remember but I emailed you a few times about a year
ago. You really helped me to figure some stuff out so thank you for
that. Anyway I hope we can email some more.  Marc.

I didn't remember his emails but since I save all fan mail I went through
my folder and came across his and re-read them. He'd read Shaen, Subway 5
inch and a few others about boys who were confused about their sexual
orientation, met another boy or a man who helped them figure it out and had
a happy ending. Happy ending is a misnomer since my stories never really
end, I just stop writing them because something else gets into my brain.

Marc had been surprised that I wrote back to him since he's "just a kid"
not really realizing that being "just a kid" was a huge piece of
information. I mean, look at what I write about. I was just finishing up
and going to respond when my inbox pinged. I checked and it was from Marc.

"I don't know if you got my email but I'm on yahoo messenger right now if
you want to chat. I'm sillyboy06. I responded quickly then opened messenger
and found him.

"Hey Marc"

"Heeey Shayne. Can I call you Shayne?"

"Of course. Wait a sec and I'll send you the pix." I'd already downloaded
them to my computer so attached them and send them.

"Those are cool," he replied a moment later, "thanks." We continued to chat
about my day and his. That led to his grandmother saying that I seemed to
be a nice man but she wasn't sure about the motorcycle ride. In Marc's
opinion that was almost a yes.

"I have another pix I can send you Shayne," Marc said so I told him to go
ahead and a moment an image downloaded of what I presumed to be Marc
because it was only from an outie belly button to knees. He was standing in
a room, soon identified as his room wearing only a pair of American Eagle
short trunks. They were a soft white cotton with a pastel greed trim, the
fabric very soft on the genitals which I knew from experience as I had an
identical pair. They had a pattern of tiny individual palm trees and two
palm trees in front of an orange setting sun. The trees and sun were
painted as opposed to the real thing and stood maybe ¾ of an inch tall.

"I just took it for you, I hope you like it."

"I love it Marc, and just so you know I have a pair of those underwear
too."

"No way."

"Way," I told him, "wait a sec." That said I went to my dresser and pulled
the pair out, laid them on the bed and shot a photo then downloaded it onto
my computer and sent it. The whole thing maybe 90 seconds.

"Cute... but I was hoping to see you in them." I told him to wait, went
through the whole process again.

"Wow, you look big Shayne," he messaged. I wasn't small that's for sure and
since the briefs were fresh they hugged my stuff nicely. "I love cupping my
stuff in them because they're so soft." I shared that I liked how it felt
too but sometimes it caused me to get a boner. Marc typed in hahaha me too.

"I gotta go cuz my gramma is coming, here's another pic." What I got was an
image of Marc with the front of his underwear down far enough to show me
his pubic hair. It was a nice little nest of dark brown that matched the
hair on his head. I felt myself start to inflate thinking about what his
entire set looked like. My email pinged so I closed messenger, after saving
the 2 images he sent, and found an email from him.

"I'm sorry Shayne I shouldn't have done that but I couldn't help it. I
really wanted to show you everything but I'm kinda scared. I never did
anything like that before. I hope you're not pissed at me for it."

I emailed back immediately. "Of course I'm not pissed at you Marc. How
could I be. You have lovely moss, thank you for sharing. I understand your
desire to show me all but I'm glad that you didn't. That gives me something
to look forward to." I got up from my computer and went about my business
but came back about 15 minutes later to find 2 emails from Marc.

One of them thanked me for not being pissed. The other one contained an
image. It was taken from over his shoulder in a bathroom mirror. His
underwear was down under his butt cheeks showing me full on what a great
ass he had. The twin globes were nice and bubbly and showed off a great
tan. His crack was perfect, not too long or too short. Don't get me wrong,
all boy butts are amazing to me but Marc's was perfect.

I sent him an email thanking him then suggested that if we were going to
trade images it would best be done in messenger, better yet, through an
encrypted email system. I named a couple of them, identifying the one that
I used exclusively. I also suggested snapchat but didn't want to press him
for his phone number. There was also Skype with using a phone number. I
ended with,

"Regardless of all that you have an incredible butt Marc, simply
incredible. Hopefully I'll get to see more of it." I didn't hear any more
from Marc that night and assumed that his grandmother was occupying his
time. I then took the liberty of taking some selfies, matching the bare
butt and the fuzz shot. I managed to get hard then took some photos of my
tented underwear. I put on some jock style underwear and took photos. I put
on still a different pair of AE briefs and took some pics of my balls
peeking out around the crotch and then some of my entire sac exposed. Then
I propped my phone against my lamp base and stood before it, rubbing my
crotch then slowly tugging my briefs down to expose my fully hardened cock
to him. I also got some full naked images while my cock was soft. I had no
idea if I'd ever show them to the boy but I had them none the less.

I didn't get on line until 10 the following morning because I had a
deadline I had to meet. When I did I get an email from Marc sending me his
skype information. I opened the app to see a friend request which I okayed
then messaged him that I'd been busy and wasn't avoiding him. He was
already on and messaged me back and asked what I was doing so I told him
then put the question back on Marc.

"I'm getting ready to leave with gramma to a movie and I'm spose to be
changing my clothes so I only got a few minutes. Do you have a camera on
your computer?" I told him I did and he asked if we could use them so we
did. A moment later Marc's smooth smiling face popped up.

Clearly, he was in his bedroom. He didn't have a shirt on which was in
keeping with his statement. "Can I tell you something Shayne?" You know the
answer to that. "Last night after we said goodbye I jacked off. My sperm
shot me on the nose," he said with a giggle.

"I would love to have seen that Marc. I bet it was amazing." He nodded his
head then, without another word he stood up. He was wearing briefs and was
clearly hard as rock. I watched him slip his fingers into the waistband and
pull them down under his balls then let go to give me a full front view of
that which made him boy. And what a glorious boy he was.

Marc's belly was flat and taut, the creases of his pelvic bone and hips
deep and well defined. His circumcised cock was literally pulsing in front
of him. The boy was a good 5 inches, probably a little more. His nest of
pubic hair poked out around the shaft. His balls were smooth and hung in
the classic manner one below the other. He brought one hand up underneath
his balls and kept it going until they fell loose and he grasped onto his
stone hard young boner and stroked it a few times.

"I had to show you my cock Shayne. I been wanting to since last year." The
camera was still focused on his boyhood charms so his voice was soft. "I
gotta go, come on tonight around 9, pleeeeze," and he signed off. I sat
back, stunned at what I'd witnessed.

That Marc was an adorable boy was unquestionable. That he fully intended to
offer himself to me was equally unquestionable. The question was, how far
was I willing to go with the boy. My own cock had hardened considerable,
almost without me noticing it. I chose to leave it alone for the time
being. I expected that I'd be called to action when we skyped later that
night and I wanted to make a good showing. I went about my day, thinking of
him from time to time. As requested, I logged in at 9 pm and of course Marc
was there.

"Hi Shayne," the boy said with a grin." He was seated at his computer
wearing a bright red t-shirt with some sort of log that I didn't
recognize. "How was your day?"

"Busy writing, had a deadline. You?"

"Same old stuff except for one thing. I thought about you all day. I hope
you're not mad at what I did." I gave the boy a grin.

"No, not at all in fact, thank you, it was quite nice and made me think of
you throughout the day."

"Really?" I nodded my head. "Did you get a boner from seeing my hard cock?"
I told that I had which seemed to thrill him. "Did you jack off?" I shook
my head and said that I hadn't. He asked if I had a boner right then and
again, I shook my head.

"I do," Marc said softly. I've had one for almost an hour. I didn't jack
off either but I sure wanted to." When I asked why not he said, "Because I
wanted to do it for you, in front of you and I was hoping that maybe you
would do it too."

"And your grandmother?"

"She goes to bed early and my bedroom door is locked. So, can you at least
let me see your cock?" I had planned for that so was sitting wearing a T
and a pair of black C-In² briefs with white waistband and piping. While
still seated I hooked my thumbs in the waistband then stood up and as I did
so I pulled the front of my underwear down underneath my balls. I thought
that Marc's eyes would pop right out of his pretty little head.

"Holy shit," he all but cried out, "It's huge. I never seen a dick that
long before plus you don't got any hairs. Do you shave your pubic hair
off?" I explained that I did and when he asked why I told him boys didn't
like the hair in their mouth. I thought his lower jaw was going to fall
off.

"You did stuff with boys," he said, the complete surprise evident in high
pitched voice. I nodded my head. "Like what," he asked. I told him to just
imagine the things he'd like to do and mine would be the same. "That's no
fair," he said with a grin, "I wanted to hear details."

"Better that I show you than just tell you," I quipped back. That got me
another signature smile then his face relaxed and it turned serious.

"I want to," he said in a whisper, "and I want you to. I want to be with
you Shaen, really bad. Can I, can we, you know, like, be together?" I was
tempted to ask him for details but chose not to. He was a typical boy
discovering his sexuality and finding a person he felt safe with and that
he knew, sort of, to share that with and hopefully explore with.

"I would love to be with you Marc, I would love to show you, to teach you
the things you want to learn and need to learn. You just have to figure out
how that could happen."

"I will, I promise. Meanwhile can we jack off together?" I nodded my
head. We both sat in our respective chairs and got positioned so that the
camera caught us from the face to our crotch. I loved watching a boy love
himself. Boy jack off flicks really got me hot. I loved seeing a boy shoot
his sperm, I loved seeing the essence of him flying through the air and
splattering down on his skin. Even if the stuff just burped out of his
favorite body part, it was amazing to watch.

From that position I could see Marc's balls at full hang and watch them
move as he jacked off. I could watch his taut belly flex and relax as
intense feelings shot through his young adolescent body. Of course,
everything I was doing, Marc was doing right along with me..

"I love watching you Shayne," he said. "I love watching you work your big
cock. I love your balls too. I bet their filled up with good gooey sperm
aren't they? I've wanted to do this for so long Shayne," he said then his
body tensed, his eyes pressed shut, as a wave of intense pleasure shot
through his adolescent body.

"God that was intense," he said, verifying what I suspected. "I'm gonna cum
soon Shayne, I'm gonna squirt my sperm for you. Nobody ever saw me do this,
nobody had ever seen my sperm. I want you to be the first Shayne," he said
then squeezed his balls and tugged on the beautiful eggs.

"Oh God, here it is Shayne here's my sperm," he all but cried out. The boy
slowed his stroke, kept his foreskin retracted and I watched closely as a
stream of gooey boy goodness shot up to his chest. There wasn't a lot of
the stuff but it was certainly a beautiful cum shot. "Oh shit," he groaned
and pressed his head back against his chair as another little jet of sperm
shot out onto his belly. I was able to see his smooth young balls rising
and falling inside their sac of skin and wondered briefly what it was going
to be like to lick those perfect orbs.

The show was soon over but Marc continue to stroke himself, of course, and
more stuff oozed out his piss slit and I assumed, ran down over his
thumb. It was hot as fuck to watch and got me to the sperming stage. I held
off until Marc returned to the world and when he did I told him I was ready
to cum.

"Do it Shayne, shoot out your sperm for me." Aa moment later I did and I
have to say that I gave a very good showing. At least 4 solid streams of
thick gooey sperm landed on my chest, at least one jet going sideways and
landing partially on my rib cage and my arm that rested on that side. Marc
had actually leaned in closer to his computer screen to watch and was
suitably impressed.

"Oh my god that's a butt ton of sperm Shayne. Gosh that's gonna run out my
butt for a week." Well now, that got my attention.

"So, you plan on having my sperm in your butt?" I swear that the boy looked
at me like I was daft, the expression on his face the classic "duh" look
although he didn't say it.

"Hell yes. I want you to fuck me soooo bad. I've wanted it since last year
when we were emailing. I want it in my mouth too and on my face and maybe
even on my boner and my balls."

"That's quite a Christmas list Marc," I said and the boy grinned and nodded
his head.

"Are you gonna make it all come true Santa?"

"Whatever day you decide Christmas is," I responded. Then the boy softened,

"God, I want it so bad Shayne, you wouldn't believe how bad I want it."
Actually I did believe it. I'd been a boy once and I'd been with my share
of young teenage boys who were in the same frame of mind. Marc had
continued to play with his balls and stroke his still hard cock. My sperm
was starting to run and I needed to clean up and told him so. "I'll wait
Shayne," Marc said so I got cleaned up and came back, my cock in its
default state.

"Gosh your dick is big even when it's soft," he commented. We continued to
talk, sharing bits and pieces of our lives. Even though Marc kept on
playing with himself his cock did return to being soft. I finally ended the
conversation pleading the need for sleep. We ended with Marc saying he was
going to bug his grandmother to let me pick him for the promised bike ride
and he would try for the next day if that was alright with me. It was, and
we said goodnight.

I sat back and reflected on what had happened but more importantly what was
going to happen. Even if the boy couldn't wrangle a bike ride I knew that
he'd make some arrangement to be away from his house to meet me. One way or
the other the boy was determined to be alone with me and I had no problem
with that.

I got an email the next morning. "My gramma is going to call you about 8
this morning."  I was shocked. And she did.

"Mr. McMichael, this is Lucille Tinker, Marc's grandmother, we met a few
days ago."

"Yes ma'am we did, what can I do for you?"

"Marc has been bugging the shit out of me, you should pardon my French, to
let him ride with you." I apologized for creating a nagger, to which she
chuckled the went on to say that she play bridge a few days a week, a game
she loved, and Marc either had to go with her and hang out with a bunch of
old ladies or stay home alone. She loved him dearly but giving up bridge
wasn't an option.

"I'd be more than willing, as you know, to help out," I told her. "He seems
like a pretty nice kid so unless he has some disgusting or dangerous habits
I think we will get along fine."

"Well I have to say he's no trouble at all. So, I'm playing bridge at 11
this morning; can you pick Marc around 10:30 or even before?" I most
definitely could and I said so and got her house address. She wanted to
give me directions but I explained I had GPS on the bike so no need which
seemed to impress her. I then spent the next hour changing the sheets and
doing a general cleanup including washing and waxing the bike. Done, I
looked through my helmet collection for what I thought would fit Marc and
settled on a small. The helmets are set up with Bluetooth and intercom so
riders can communicate. I didn't for a second believe that Marc actually
wanted to go somewhere other than my house and my bed but one never knows.

At 10:15 I pulled up in front of a nice ranch style home in a middle class
neighborhood where all the lawns were mowed and green, gardens tended and
houses didn't need paint. I'd barely dismounted when Marc came bounding out
the door, a huge grin on his smooth face and a wave of his hand.

"Hey Shayne," he called out from 30 feet away and by the time he reached me
my gear was off. I put the goggles and gloves in the helmet and hung it off
my highway peg. "Gosh I'm so excited Shayne. I was all I could do to not
beat off this morning," he said in a whisper. "Come on in and say hi to
gramma so we can get out of here."

We greeted each other and established right off the bat that first names
were preferable to honorific titles. She did say that she asked around and
found that I was indeed respectable and safe. She asked what the day's
plans were and I told her it was totally open and she agreed that often
that was the best. It only took a few moments before she hugged Marc, told
him to be a good boy which got an eye roll, and we headed out the door.

At the bike I pulled a pair of tinted goggles from one of my bags and a
helmet from the passenger back rest where it was strapped. I got him the
bike fired up and Marc on the seat behind me. "Where are we headed Marc," I
asked him through com system.

"To scratch stuff off my Christmas list. I really need you to fuck me
Shayne. I got a boner from hell just thinking about it."  I answered in the
affirmative and off we sped, Marc's arms around my waist and his laughter
coming through the com set. As I said before, we didn't live that far apart
and 20 minutes later were pulling onto the private road where I lived and
60 seconds after that were pulling into my garage. After getting the gear
off we went in through the laundry room slash mud room, kicked off shoes,
then continued on into a huge open area that included kitchen and dining
island, living and dining rooms and a reading area with walls lined with
books, my desk and office being a part of it. They used to be all separate
rooms but I changed all that.

"Wow Shayne this is pretty cool," Marc said then started to unbutton his
jeans.

"Whoa boy," I chuckled, "this is my Christmas too and I prefer to unwrap my
gifts.

"I'm sorry," the boy said, "I'm just so excited," groping at his crotch as
he said it. I nodded my head and stepped up to him and put my hands on his
shoulders then leaned my head toward his. Marc knew what was coming and
raised his head. Our lips met and I kissed him softly, back off slightly
then did it again. The second time that I went back I moved a hand to the
back of his head and held it ever so gently and kissed him longer which
earned me a soft moan from deep in his throat.  I continued to kiss him but
moved my other hand up under his t-shirt to rub his belly then up higher to
his chest and gently tweaked his nipples.

"Gosh," Marc said in a quiet but husky voice." I kept kissing him, bobbing
back and forth with little kisses while my hands went to the snap of his
jeans and began to work the buttons loose. Once done I slipped both hands
under the waistband at the butt and fondled his glorious orbs through his
underwear. After a bit of kneading I moved one hand around to the front to
cup his boner and gently squeeze it.

"God Shayne," Marc moaned, deeper and louder. I didn't stay long but
stepped to the side, my hand holding his jeans up and started walking with
the boy in tow, down a short hall past a half bath and in through the
double doors to my bedroom and got yet another,

"Oh my gosh." My room is huge and one entire wall is glass that looks out
onto my back yard which is also huge. I had indoor plants along the windows
to generate some privacy although it wasn't needed because the entire back
was surrounded by forested land, the elderly neighbor's house down a hill a
quarter of a mile away. Outside the window were more plants and bushes on
pots on the 800 square foot cedar deck.

My oversized king bed had no frame and appeared to be suspended, much like
bracket-less shelves, about a foot off the hardwood floor. In fact, it sat
atop a pair of 4 inch diameter steel poles whose bases were set in concrete
inside the wall at the head of the bed. Sort of like forklift prongs.

I stopped next to the bed and faced Marc then gently tugged his jeans down,
leaving his briefs in place. The boy was wearing a pair of deep blue jock
style briefs in that the front pouch and the butt panels were separate
pieces of cloth connected only under the crotch and held in place by a
thick elastic waistband. His fully engorged cock was clearly evident and
almost poking out of the soft fabric. I stood and tugged his t-shirt up
over his head then pulled him into my arms for some serious tongue battling
kissing. Marc's arms went around my waist and held me tightly, his crotch
pushing against mine.

Marc was the one that broke the kiss. "I want to undress you too Shayne,"
he said in a husky voice. I moved one step back and Marc went straight for
my belt buckle and 30 seconds later was slipping my jeans down over my hips
to reveal my own tumescent cock behind a pair Papi short inseam trunks.

"Those are kinda cute," Marc said. The trunks were black with pink
pinstriped horizontal lines. He reached out and took hold of my cock and
felt up and down the 8-inch length. "Damn, you're so hard Shayne. I took
the liberty of reaching out and doing the same to Marc and commenting that
he wasn't exactly cooked spaghetti soft. That earned me a little giggle.

"Can I take them off now," he asked.

"Yes you may and from this point on we don't have to ask to do anything,
just go ahead and do it and if we want something done to us then we ask for
it. Okay?" He nodded his pretty little head and slipped my underwear down
over my swollen cock, allowing it to leap out like a surprised cat.

"God it's so beautiful Shayne," he whispered. With my underwear at my knees
Marc got to his knees, pulled my cock down and put his mouth over the end
and began to suck. The boy knew enough to cover his teeth. Standing there,
looking down on the cute young teenage boy attached to my cock made my
heart swell. God is good.

I could hear the boy moan softly as he suckled then he surprised me by
reaching up and started to play with my balls. He surprised me again by
stopping sucking then licked my smooth nuts for a moment before going back
to sucking me. For a virgin boy, he knew what he wanted and how to do it. I
peeled my shirt off and waited until he was done and when he stood back up
I enveloped him in my arms and planted my mouth against his.  Once that was
done I dropped to my knees, tugged his underwear down and stared for a
moment at perfectly delicious hard cock of a 13-year old boy. It stood tall
and proud in front of his taut belly, bobbing ever so slightly with each
beat of his little heart. Marc's balls were at full hang, the left lower
than the right, and were infinitely more beautiful face to face than
through the computer. His little patch of hair was poking out around his
stiffened cock whose foreskin was retracted enough for the red colored tip
of the head to peek out. He was glorious to behold.

I leaned in close and inhaled deeply, taking in the rich fragrance of a
maturing young adolescent, an intoxicating scent to be sure. That done I
took the shaft in my thumb and forefinger and pulled it down and began
licking the seeping precum from the tip before placing my mouth over it and
closing down.

"Oh hell damn," Marc moaned as I began to give the boy his first blow
job. I savored the flavor of him, savored the texture of his cock head once
his foreskin was fully retracted, savored the feel of the ridge of his cock
head as I slid my lips back and forth over the satiny flesh. As Marc had
done I put one hand on his butt, noticing right away that it barely filled
my hand span, and the other went to cup and tug on his balls. I spent a
good minute doing the boy before I stopped and stood then took his hand and
led him to the bed.

Once there I wrapped him up in my arms and we began making out. We kissed
deeply, tongues pushing against each other, bodies pressed together,
especially at the waist where I could feel his cock throb against mine. My
wand roamed up and down Marc's back and onto the beautiful globes of his
small teen boy butt. He moved one leg up over mine which opened him up some
and allowed my fingers to trail up and down the crack of his tight little
butt.

I elected to bypass his puckered hole and went down to find his balls, at
full hang, resting against his inner thigh. I wiggled my fingers between
the eggs and his thigh and began to play with them. I can't describe how
much I love boy balls. I think they're amazing, the essence of a boy, that
which produced the hormones that make all the other parts work as they
should. Balls in any state amaze me but smooth hanging balls do it the
best. I felt my cock throb as felt him up, fondled and tugged on his sperm
making orbs.

"Oh god, oh god Shayne," he moaned after breaking the kiss and drawing in
deep gulps of much needed oxygen. "I really need your cock inside of me. We
can take our time later but right now I really need for you to fuck me."

I've learned that when a boy says he's ready, then he's ready. To put it
off, to try and bide time for one's own reasons, doesn't work. All it does
is frustrate a boy who, in that moment, needs what he needs. Marc was quite
correct, there would be plenty of time to draw things out, plenty of
opportunity to take our time.

Marc watched me through eyes practically closed in lust, his hand roughly
stroking his cock, the need to do something with his boner almost
overwhelming. I got the lube and towel from nightstand and moved between
his legs, smearing up fingers as I went.

"I'm going to get you prepped with fingers first sweet boy. I want to
eliminate as much discomfort as possible." He nodded his head.

"Okay Shayne, I trust you." That said, I knelt at his bottom and gently
inserted a finger up his tight little hole and into his colon causing
Marc's body to stiffen and him to gasp at the intrusion. He soon relaxed
and I proceeded to finger fuck him. I elected to work on his cock at the
same time so bent over and managed to get my mouth over the end and bob up
and down in tandem with my finger work.

All the while Marc was moaning, groaning. "God that feels good Shayne. What
is that... Oohhhh fuck... What is that spot in my butt that drives me
crazy?" I explained it quickly the slipped a second finger inside of him
and got more of the same.  "I can cum any second Shayne," Marc finally said
in a very husky voice, "You better get me fucked pretty soon." I had been
waiting for the go ahead from the boy, experience having shown in the past
that a boy damn well knew when it was time. That is as it should be, no the
other way around.

I moved in closer, my fingers still in his ass. I started talking to him as
my fingers continue to work, lulling him with the conversation, not that he
was paying that much attention to it. And then, in one fell swoop, I pulled
my fingers out and shoved my cock head in and stopped dead.

"Ooowwww," Marc cried out, "damn that hurts."

"Push down like you're trying to shit sweet boy," I cooed to him. "And
breathe, slowly in and out. Let your body relax. It took a solid minute
before he told me it felt better and to go ahead and put my cock all the
way inside of him but please do it slowly, which I would have in any case.

As I started to gently push into him I took hold of Marc's cock which had
lost most of its tumescence, as if that were a surprise. I watched his face
as I entered him, noting a few slight grimaces as my cock filled his young
bowels like never before. The kid was tight as a drum, I would have
expected no less. It took over a minute of me inserting my cock, backing
off slightly, then moving forward a couple of time before my smooth pubic
bone was against his butt.

"I didn't it didn't I Shayne; I took all of your big cock in my butt?" I
nodded my head.

"Yes you did sweet boy, how does it feel?"

"I feel really filled up. I can feel my hole all stretched out." He reached
out and rubbed my belly then fondled his balls. I still had hold of his
cock which had livened up under my ministrations. "Go ahead and fuck me now
Shayne," he finally said in a whisper.

I put my hands under his thighs to keep his legs back and spread but stayed
on my knees and began to fulfill Marc's wish list. As always with a boy for
the first time, I watched my cock in action, sliding in and out of his
young body. I could easily see the rim of his hole moving in and out as I
moved and all the while I reveled in the sight and the feel of him. Of
course the first time I fucked a boy was always intense for me and Marc was
no different. The feelings I was experiencing were incredible.

After a moment I began watching Marc's smooth face. His eyes were close at
the moment but even when they were open they were mostly closed. When they
were open, as it were, he would shoot me a lopsided smile. "Oh god Shayne
it's starting to feel really good. It doesn't hurt at all anymore."

"Well then, I'm going to change positions Marc," I told him. That said, I
slipped my arms under his legs then leaned forward and put my hands on the
bed. That position is hot as hell for me. For one a boy is wide open to
accept my cock in his body. Although it's a subservient position in some
way, in other's it's not. It depends on one's perspective. In this case it
was just plain hot. I like it because it allows for deep penetration and
plenty of room to move. It also places our bodies in closer proximity for
kissing as well as just plain feeling.

I got up a nice steady rhythm, using a good 4 plus inches of
cock. Sometimes it's just the skin on a cock that moves, just like in
jacking off. Other times the cock itself moves and such was the case
then. The was mostly quiet except for the breathing. Marc's hands rested on
my forearms as I fucked him, his cock left alone for the time being.

It didn't take long before Marc was grunting softly each time I bottomed
out inside of him. When I pressed into him and moved my ass in circles I
got gaps and "Oh fuck Shayne," or "Oh damn."

"Gosh Shayne I think I can cum without even touching my boner," he told me,
his voice deep with the feeling of lust raging through his body. That was
impetus for me to begin to fuck the young teen hard. I picked up speed, I
pulled out a little further, and I slammed my cock back inside his tight
little ass. The sounds in the room changed to that of our bodies and
notably my balls, slapping together in that rhythmic sounds of
fucking. Those were accompanied by gasps from the boy and a tightening of
his hands on my forearms then moving to my shoulders and neck.

"Oh god Shayne this is amazing," he said then cried out as yet another
intense wave of feelings shot though his body. "Make me cum Shayne, make me
cum. I'm getting close, oh god I'm close." Then he surprised me.

"Fuck me harder Shayne, fuck my ass hard." To my surprise I had a little
more power to use and did so. The sounds of my fucking him grew louder,
both from Marc's moans and gasps and our bodies hitting each
other. Although I knew it wasn't likely I wondered if either of us would be
bruised afterwards.

And then Marc screamed out, almost like a little girl.  "I'm cumming, fuck
oh dear I'm cumming Shayne." His eyes rolled to the back of his head, his
hands gripped my neck. I felt his asshole clamp down on my cock then felt
his sperm hit my chest. Now that was a first for me. Needless to say all of
that caused me to cum as well.

"Fuck Marc, I'm cumming, here's my sperm baby boy, here it is." I felt some
8 or 9 pulses of cum being injected into the boys' tight body. I couldn't
keep track of how many times Marc shot but then again, the pulsing could
continue slightly even though sperm wasn't being ejected. I pressed tight
to him, ground my ass, fucked him some more but, like all orgasms, the show
was pretty much over within 22 seconds.

I continued to move in and out of him albeit much slower until I finally
stopped. Marc's eyes were closed and I literally watched his body go into a
full relaxed posture as his cumming ended. He was panting heavily, as was
I. It had been a good workout but it was also a great sperming. I stayed in
place, my cock still deep inside of Marc as his eyes opened.

The boy grinned, sort of, that lazy just fucked grin that most of us have
seen at one time or another. "That. Was. Fucking. Incredible Shayne," he
said. "Oh my god in heaven." Unusual words for a 13 year old I thought.

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