Date: Mon, 22 May 2000 16:22:32 EDT
From: IPackA357@aol.com
Subject: Music House Tour

I was on a nice four day weekend getaway, when I landed in Traverse City,
Michigan.  Taking in the sites like all of the other tourists, I happened
upon a small attraction called "Music House", where they display and play
musical boxes like "nickelodeons" on a guided tour.  When arriving I was
about ten minutes late for the start of the tour.  With the next tour being
an hour away, I decided to catch up to this one, then catch the beginning
of the next tour to see what I had missed.  When got to the group of about
15 people, I was greeted with the pleasurable sounds of one "nickelodeon"
in a barroom style setting from the turn of the century.  The music filled
the air with a nice two tapping beat, but what caught my eye was not the
nickelodeon, but the tour guide.  He was a beautiful creature of about 18
years old, dark hair nicely cut short and slicked back, an earring in his
ear, and a nice trim body.  He could easily have been Johan Paulik's twin
brother.  I caught his eye as I approached the group from behind.  We
exchanged glances and a smile, and I noticed his name tag which read
"Andy".  A tinge of excitement went up and down my spine.  All I could
think of was how gorgeous he was, and how I would love 15 minutes alone
with him.

Once the nickelodeon finished it's tune, young Andy went on with his short
speech about this instrument, then lead the group to the next exhibit in a
small theater room with seats.  Most of the group sat up front of the 30
seater room, while I lingered to the back.  Andy started his speech on the
next musical wonder, glancing around the room making eye contact with most
of the tourists.  His attention was directed toward me many times in his
short talk.  Once he started the music, he slipped to the rear of the room
to allow the visitors to get close to the work of art while in play.  He
came to the back and leaned up against the wall with his hands sunk deep
into his front pockets.  I was watching closely, envying his hands, wishing
they were my hands in his pockets.  My eyes cut a trail leading upward over
his crotch, his flat belly, and to his chest where I could see his already
hardened nipples poking through his shirt.  I looked up at his angelic
face, and caught him staring at me.  "Busted", I thought, but he just
smiled and gave a little wink.  By now the music was ending, and we
continued with the tour.  At the end of the tour, we were told that the
next tour would begin in approximately 25 minutes, by the next guide.  Andy
thanked us all for visiting, and we all disbanded.

Well, I was going to stick around to catch the start of the next tour, so I
milled around in the gift shop for a minute then thought I would find the
restroom before the next tour.  I was standing at the one and only urinal
in the bathroom, when the door opened and to my great surprise, walked in
Andy.  He stopped in midstep and said, "Sorry, I'll come back".

"No, No." I said, "I'm just finishing up, it's all yours".  He looked down
and somewhat blushed and continued into the small room.  I zipped up and
stepped back and let him go in front of me, taking a careful and long look
at his butt.  The sink was to his immediate left, and I took my place there
washing my hands.  My eyes drifted right, while he fished for his cock,
hopefully get a glance at it.  I was not let down.  He pulled out a nice
sized, soft cock, about 5 inches worth.  The head was sticking outside of
the protective coating of skin.  He just stood there a while.  I could tell
he was having trouble urinating while I was standing there.  "Poor fella
must have stage fright", I said as I gave a little chuckle.

"Happens to us all from time to time" I continued.  He smiled a nervous
smile then let his urine slowly start to spray out and into the drain.  I
could see him start to relax.  As I dried my hands, I continued to talk
with him.  "Really enjoyed the tour", I said, "But what I would really
enjoy, is a private tour from you", and I walked up right behind him
resting one hand on his shoulder.  He flinched a little, but did not move
away.  I felt him shake off his pecker, then he turned around without
zipping up.  His hand was still on his cock, but now he was stroking it up
and down.  "Damn, it's grown so big", I said, now looking as if it were
about 8 inches long and almost 2 inches around.  He just smiled and asked,
"Do you really want a private tour, I could arrange that if you'd like".
"Hell yes" I exclaimed.  Andy zipped up, washed his hands and lead me from
the bathroom.

We wound our way through the galleries until we came to a secret door in a
panel on the wall.  "Let's go in here", he said, "It's where we do some of
our restorations on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays.  Nobody will
bother us".  I went in first as he held open the door, then checking to
make sure we hadn't been seen, he came in and closed the door.  The room
was dark, and I couldn't see very well, but I did feel that Andy was right
in front of me.  He reached for me and we hugged each other, then we kissed
a soft but long kiss.  Our tongues intertwined, and played tag, all the
while our hands groped and caressed down each others backs to our asses.
He had such a great ass.

Young, small, soft but firm.  I could hardly wait to get into it.  He
reached above us with one hand and pulled a chain which turned on a small
dim light, just enough to let us see each other.  He stepped back a little
and started taking off his shirt.

Pulling it over his head, I got my first glance at his beautiful bare chest
with his nipples standing erect.  He came back to me and I bent my head and
started sucking on his nipple while delicately pinching the other one.  He
moaned softly, while running his hands down my back.  My hands drifted
south to unbuckle his belt and unsnap his Levis.  He let his pants fall to
the floor in one quick swoop.  He then kicked off his loafers and using my
shoulders to balance himself, picked his feet up and out of the pants.  Now
he was standing there in nothing but his socks and tight, bright, white
underpants, which were tenting out nicely.  I could see his huge cock
pressing against the fabric, waiting for it's release.  I left his nipples
and continued a kissing trail all the way down his stomach, to his
belly-button, coming to rest just above his pubic line at his underwear.  I
looked up at him and he smiled, and placed his hands gently on my head.  I
pulled the front of the stretched fabric out and down to his knees, letting
it slip from my grasp.  He stepped out of them and kicked them to the side.
I placed my hands on his small butt cheeks, and stared at his blood
engorged cock.  There was a small drop of pre-cum at the tip.  I leaned
forward and licked it off, savoring the taste.  I breathed deep through my
nostrils to take in his wonderfully clean boyish scent.  Then I opened my
mouth and in one quick motion, took his cock deep into my mouth.  I heard
him moan a little louder this time, and could look up to see that his head
was tilted back, thoroughly enjoying the sensations that my tongue and
mouth was giving him.  I continued to work at his cock, taking it in and
letting it slip out almost to the point of letting it slip completely from
my mouth.  Then I would let it plunge deep back into my throat.  Andy
started to move his hips back and forth in a fucking motion, literally
fucking my mouth.  I let a little of the juices slip from my mouth and
caught it on a couple of my fingers.  Reaching back with one hand, I opened
up his but cheeks, while guiding my now lubricated fingers to his most
likely virgin hole.  At first I just slipped two fingers back and forth
along the crack and just over the little pucker.  Then I inserted one
finger into his very tight hole.  Yep, he was a virgin all right.

He tensed a little, and I eased it back out some.  Then I continued with
the one finger until it was all the way up to the second knuckle.  Pulling
the first finger from his butt, I then replaced it with two fingers for an
even tighter fit.  He moaned a little more and pushed back onto my fingers
which were now fucking his loosening hole.  I quickened my pace somewhat to
match his, and felt his cock start to harden as he fucked my throat with
passion.  Andy then slowed slightly and I felt his ass pucker tighten
around my fingers, flexing wildly as he shot load after load of his warm
boy cum into my mouth, where I held onto it.  He squirted about five times
before he came to rest.

He nearly collapsed onto me, but I helped him up and removed my fingers
slowly from his butt.  He said, "That was fantastic.  I never knew that sex
with another guy could be so great.  How can I thank you?".  Without saying
a word, I guided him to the floor, and onto his back.

He was not quite sure what I was going to do, but allowed me to take charge
of the events to come.  Once on the floor, I lifted his legs into the air
and pushed them back towards his chest.  Leaning over his now full exposed
butt-hole, I let his cum slip from my mouth and onto his somewhat opened
hole.  I swallowed the rest and licked my lips.

Boy was he good.  "Wrap your arms around your legs", I instructed him.
"You're going to love this".  With that, I took off my pants and underwear
and knelt before him.

My cock was rock hard and glistening pre-cum from all of the action thus
far.  Looking down at his butt-hole, I could see the big glob of his own
cum mixed with my saliva, pooled onto the nice pink pucker.  I guided my
cock head to it and slid it around a little.

With a slow but firm push, my cock went just inside his muscled sphincter
ring.  He winced, but never let loose of his legs.  I could see the obvious
pain on his face.  "This is your first time being fucked isn't it?", I
asked.  "Yes, this is my first time for any of this stuff", said Andy.

"Are you all right", I asked.  "Yes, please go on", he said.  "Good, it
will feel much better in a moment", I assured him.  I rested there for just
a minute, then continued my downward assault on his young virgin ass,
letting the entire 8 inches fill him up completely.  Andy gritted his teeth
and breathed in deep.  "It hurts like hell", he said.  "I know", I said,
"But it will get better now".  After a few seconds of letting him get used
to the feel of my big cock in his ass, I started to withdraw until I was
just about out, then I followed that with another long downwards stroke.
Buried up to my own balls, I could feel him starting to relax as the pain
was subsiding.  "I'm all right now", he said, "You can continue".  I could
see the beads of sweat on his upper lip.  "OK, Here goes boy", I said "Hang
on tight", and started to fuck him in earnest.  With that I pulled and
pushed faster and faster until it was a nice rhythm for both of us.  I
reached up between his legs and grabbed his now hardening cock.  With my
left hand I jacked at his cock and played with his nipples with my right
hand.  I could tell that Andy was really enjoying this now.

He laid there with his eyes closed and his mouth hanging open.  Every now
and then he would open his eyes to look up at me and smile.  I knew I had
him for sure.

After about ten minutes of this, I felt his cock grow as he started to cum
again.  With each spurt of his cum, I felt his ass-hole tighten around my
now pistoning cock.  This was too much for me to handle.  I came with such
force, I thought I would hurt him.  I plunged one last time burying myself
to his deepest depth.  Our balls came to rest on each other, and I
collapsed upon him.  We lay there panting trying to catch our breathe.  I
slowly let my now sagging cock slip from the grip of his not so virgin ass.
I looked down and saw that his ass was gaping a little, and my cum was
oozing out, and down his crack, mixed with a little of his own blood.
Nope, not a virgin anymore, I thought.  I kissed him and helped him up off
of the floor and we got dressed.  We left the little room and into the
gallery we went.  "Thanks for the tour", I said and winked at him.  "The
pleasure was all mine" he said, "Come back and see us again sometime".  "I
certainly will, the next time I'm in town.  Here is a little something for
your time and the tour", I said and handed him a couple folded twenties.
He looked, smiled, and said, "Thanks mister".

"No, Thank You", I said, and with that I left.  I thought about Andy the
entire way home.  I can hardly wait until my next long weekend to get away
to Traverse City.


End.