Date: Thu, 4 Oct 2007 13:17:19 -0700 (PDT) From: tag michaels Subject: Two For One Special No truth to this what so ever. It's only a story just enjoy it, unless you shouldn't be reading it but if you choose to read it, N-joi Hugs Tag For more than 75 other Tag_m stories go to the Nifty prolific author's link. I woke in the middle of the night to insistent pressure against my naked butt, more specifically; pressure to get inside my naked butt hole. Another, much more slender butt was pushed back against my half hard cock although that butt was just resting there, no pressure. My arm was draped over the side of the thirteen year old body that owned that delicious little ass and I quickly remember where I was and why. I looked back over my shoulder and whispered, "Are you trying to fuck me Coot?" A slightly high pitched voice behind my back uttered an "U-huh. Is it okay Leon?" Getting fucked by a cute little thirteen year old boy was always okay in my book. I lifted my upper leg and moved my waist backward to give him position. Having only five hard inches to work with the angle had to be just right for the kid. The boy was a little horn dog. He and his little buddy Davis had been with me for the entire weekend and a good part of the time was spent naked and sexy in my four room bungalow. I felt the pressure against my puckered muscle then the pleasure of it being stretched as Coot pushed his rock hard young dick inside of me until his sparse little pubic nest was against my butt. "Is that little fucker at it again?" an equally high pitched voice said in front of me. I rubbed the boy's flat belly then let my hand move down to his fully hardened young cock and squeezed it. "Yeah," I said back in a soft voice. "What do you want me to do?" the boy asked and I told him it was his option; that he could join in however he wanted to. As an answer he got to his knees in front of me then draped his body over my head presenting me with another five inch or so long cock. Davis was thicker than Coot. His balls, hanging below his boyhood pride and joy were nice sized and smooth as the day he was born. I took hold of his dick and slid the foreskin all the way back and began to clean the swollen head, the boy moaning immediately at the feelings. So, the big question is how did I end up in the position, no pun intended, that I found myself in. That was very simple but a little history is required first. My name is Leon Greer. I'm thirty three years old and the western regional manager for a conglomerate that owns a bunch of shopping malls as well as upscale clothing stores. I have an eleven state territory and because of my overall performance I'm in line for a national managerial position. Not that I want that you understand because this job suits my lifestyle quite well. I make something like a hundred and seventy five K a year plus performance bonuses. I have no living family and few friends. The company leases me whatever I want to drive, this year a tricked out Hummer, which is traded in each year. I fly first class when I'm required to fly, and I stay in the best hotels, not motels. My meals and clothing are all paid for and I have an extremely generous expense account on top of that. I'm a performer and I'm rewarded handsomely for it. As a consequence I'm on the road constantly so the only thing I really own is a very nice condo that I stay at less than thirty days out of the year and an original '65 AC Cobra MK III. As a further consequence, or bonus, I have almost a half million dollars in a couple of banks and twice that in other investments including stock in the company. I grew up in orphanages and foster care. I was given up at birth by an underage mother that, aside from her being underage unwed, I know nothing about and I've never bothered to try and locate. I grew up pretty tough and very smart, the smart part helping me greatly to avoid the proving I was tough part. I managed A's all through school and college and I've worked since I was ten, full time from age fifteen. I was determined not to end up like so many kids in my situation so was a go getter verging on aggressive in my pursuits, no matter what the pursuit. Growing up like I did, I was exposed to sex at an early age, mostly by older boys but on occasion by girls and even a foster mom. By the time I was seven I'd been told by so many people that I was about the cutest thing they'd ever seen that, by my nature, I learned how to exploit that and not be exploited. By age fourteen, I'd lost my virginity more times than I could count having learned very early that males and females of all ages got off big time thinking that they were the first to plumb my beauty and my terrific body. I didn't have a clue about my DNA but I did know that I'd been gifted by my unknown parents. My skin tone was very slightly brown, almost more of a golden brown, the kind that blonde kids get from being in the summer sun. My black hair was thick and had a great deal of curl to it, the loose kind and not the nappy kind, so along with my skin tone it was assumed I have some Italian, Portuguese, Hispanic or even Polynesian blood flowing through my veins. My face shape was considered perfect, at least according to my hairdressers and a few artists I'd known, and was dominated by large hazel eyes framed by thick lashes and brows. As a young teen I could have been on any heartthrob magazine cover and as a man any men's mags. My body was a medium size, slightly stocky and well developed, mostly by genetics but enhanced by steady workouts from the time I was twelve. I didn't develop a lot of hair, my body remaining fairly smooth all my life. Between my legs I developed early which surprised many a male and female, some of them almost faint at the sight. At thirteen years old I was barely an inch shy of my full grown max of eight and half inches, healthy sized balls accompanying a thick uncut dick, and I'd already plowed a great many assholes and mouths. As I said, I'd been with females so had buried my young hard dick in pussy as well but it was males that I loved to be with and share my body with. There are probably a great many psychological reasons for that but fuck it, I don't care. It worked for me and when I was a young teen it made me a fair amount of money. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't a boy prostitute, at least not in the street sense, but more than one man gave me money for being with him and not as enticement. Anyone who offered me money first, I rejected. I chose who I wanted to be with for other considerations and those men often gave me money afterwards. It was because of such a man that I got my first job in an upscale clothing store as a salesperson despite being only fifteen. I had the looks, the skill and "the gift" of being able to sell almost anything to anyone. The man watched me, guided me, got me into college and helped me move higher so that by age twenty two I'd surpassed men twice my age to become an area manager. From there it was a rapid rise to my current position. I'd been wooed by other companies but every time I mentioned those overtures to my boss I got a raise and other considerations. I didn't exploit that however, I knew well where my future lay. As I said, I preferred the company of males and most specifically boys. I very rarely spent time with a boy who was pre puberty preferring my boys to have at least a little fuzz and be able to produce sperm so the twelve to fifteen year old category was my drug of choice. Sure I'd spent time with older guys but by the time I was eighteen the guys I was with always looked younger, generally passing for teenagers. All major cities have areas where one can find the favor of a boy. I tend to avoid such areas as often that type of boy is "run" by someone else and that's something that I can't abide by. I've busted up the face of more than one man who treated his boy badly. There's also a higher risk of disease. No, I prefer the boys in my bed to be there because it's what they want and yes, I often reward boys in a variety of ways. Believe me, I've never lacked for the companionship of a boy. So there I was in a major city and staying at one of the most exclusive hotels. I always took a bungalow when I was in town, preferring the anonymity of a private entrance and the conveniences of kitchen, and spa type bath tubs as well as other amenities. The grounds of the hotel were large, lush, and very park like and I generally spend a fair amount of time wandering through the gardens and utilizing the meditation pools and other quiet areas. I loved being in the outdoors having not gotten a lot of that as a kid growing up in the city. I often sought out the large parks of cities and towns I was working in and a secret dream of mine was to retire early on some acreage in the country and build my own park like environment. Needless to say parks were also a great place for finding boys, or boys finding me. Either way the end result was the same. I had been approached more than once on the grounds of the hotel but usually by other men which I tactfully rejected so I was a little surprised when a boy stepped into the secluded grotto area from a side trail. We looked each other over in the dim light provided by the lighted walkway and soft pastel lighting that was trained on rockery and waterfall. I nodded my head and said "hey." The boy responded the same way. He appeared to be a bit of a motley thing; raggedy jeans, battered Airwalks, and a faded jean jacket over an equally faded and stained mixed blue t- shirt. His hair was a mop of dishwater blonde, not as curly as mine by any means but not stick straight either. It looked about two months past due for a cut or trim and bounced off the boy's eyebrows and nose. Hands in jacket he came a little closer. "You got any spare change mister?" I looked him over a little better, didn't detect the presence of alcohol nor evidence of drug use in his eyes or demeanor. I did recognize a hustle however. "How much spare change did you have in mind?" "About a hundred bucks." "That's a hell of a lot of spare change. I don't have that much on me, I'd have to go up to my room for that." "Okay," that's fine," he responded with a bit of a smile. "So what do I get for that much spare change?" "Anything you want. Well, except I won't kill somebody." "Really. So you'll pack my suitcases for me." He looked at me strangely. "What?" "You said you'd do anything. Will you pack my suitcases?" "You want me to pack your suitcases?" Kid was pretty slow on the uptake. "Hello, that's what I said." He shrugged his shoulders. "Dude, that wasn't exactly what I figured on but hey, it's your money." Indeed it was. "I dunno," I said as if in dismissal. "A hundred bucks is a lot of money. I should get two of you for that." He looked at me with his head cocked slightly to one side as if to determine if I was joking or not. Apparently he decided that I wasn't. "Hey Coot," he whispered loudly, "come over here." To my never ending surprise another boy about the same size and age came out of the brush to stand along side the first one. The boy's black hair was the biggest difference that I could discern between them, boy number two dressed in a similar fashion, fashion being used in the loosest of terms, as boy number one. Side by side they presented a pair of very cute, if unkempt, young boys; twelve or thirteen would have been my guess. "I asked for a hundred bucks," blondie said and his friend got a little pissy. "I thought we agreed on fifty." The first boy gave his friend a look that said shut up and go with it, then nodded his head toward me as though I didn't get what was going on. "For both of us." Boy number two shrugged his shoulders and faced me. "I guess you get the two for one special," he told me. I went about asking him the same questions that I'd asked the first boy and got the same sort of response when I asked if he'd clean my toilet. "So let me guess, you guys haven't done this before right?" They looked at each other then shook their heads. "Why are you doing it?" Essentially it was the same old story; poor family, no money, don't want to get involved with gangs or drugs, and need clothes for school. Another boy had told them about a couple of friends that make money having sex with men; sex described as mostly jacking off in front of the men or allowing the men to suck their cocks. What boy wouldn't go for getting a blow job and get paid for it. "Yeah well, blow jobs are only part of it guys. Boys get raped and killed out there, I know cuz I was poor as you are when I was your age so I know what the streets can do." Not totally true cuz I'd already been there and picked up good money but they didn't need to know that. "So do I understand that you two are willing to engage in sex for money?" They looked at each other then back at me and nodded their heads. "What exactly does that mean?" I asked them. "Are you talking about just cock sucking, and is that me sucking you or does it work both ways. How about fucking, does it include having a dick in your ass? How about if you two have sex together while I watch and jack off?" Clearly the two youngsters hadn't thought things through, that is if the blank looks on their smooth faces were any indication. I went on. "See guys, I don't pay for sex. There are plenty of boys that will share my bed for nothing. The thing is that, unlike many men, I treat boys with a lot of dignity and respect. I don't hurt boys, I don't mess with them emotionally and I don't have them do things that they don't want to do. Plus, they always leave me with money in their pockets even though they don't ask for it. Now, you two are cute as all hell and honestly I wouldn't mind spending a few days locked away in my room with you but we have to come to some sort of understanding about what it will cost me and what exactly you'll be doing for the money I pay you. Or, you can come with me without me paying you, we have a hell of a fun time and you trust that I'll still reward you well for your time. If you do it that way, you might just end up with more than a lousy hundred bucks. So, what's it gonna be cuz I'm a little tired and ready to go to bed so I'm gonna head back to my rooms." I stood up and walked slowly back down the dimly lit walkway toward the hotel and bungalows. I heard the boys whispering loudly to each other but couldn't make out the words. I'd thrown them for a loop, required them to rethink what they wanted and was taxing their trust in the process. A few minutes later I heard the patter of soft soled shoes coming up behind me. "Wait a sec mister," I heard the blonde boy call out. They passed me and stopped in front of me. "How do we know you won't fuck us over, I mean if we don't ask for the money right now and wait to see what you say you might do for us afterwards." "Good question, you don't. But, I can give you a show of good faith." Clearly they didn't understand what I meant so I explained the concept to them. I then pulled out my billfold and took out a one hundred dollar bill and showed it to the boys, who smiled hugely. I then tore the bill in half which shocked the shit out of the young teens and handed them one half. "Now, you have half of a hundred dollars and I have the other half. At the end of our time together you get my half. And you know you're gonna get it cuz my half isn't worth a thing to me any more than yours is to you." The boys nodded their heads. "Okay, well, you said a couple of days. We can do that if you want but we think it should be worth more than a hundred bucks," blondie told me. "I agree but that depends on what you're willing to do," I answered back. They didn't hesitate but answered in unison, "Anything." "Well then, I guess we have a deal." I extended my hand to the blond boy. "My name is Leon." He took my hand and shook it gently telling me his name was Davis and the other boy was Coot, who shook my hand in much the same manner as Davis did. We reached my bungalow a few minutes later and entered an environment that the boys had only seen on TV or in movies. Leather furniture, oak floors with area rugs, gas fireplace, 52 inch plasma, full bar, crystal vases filled with flowers and all of that was just the living room. I had them leave their jackets in the small entry closet along with their shoes as well as mine. I went to the bar and opened the safe then placed my wallet with the half a hundred inside and closed it. "You guys hungry?" Generally I find that to be a ludicrous question when posed to a teenage male and this time was no different as indicated by their nodding heads. I handed them the after hours menu from which they chose some sandwiches then led them to the kitchen where they grabbed a couple of Thomas Kemper's from the fridge. We returned to the living room to wait and get to know each other. The boys were thirteen, Davis just turning in the last two months and Coot the past five. Coot's name apparently came from when he was in first grade and had contracted head lice four times in the first two months of that year thus earning the nickname cootie, Coot for short, although no one called him cootie any more. His real name was Harold, which he hated. Coot had the most amazing blue gray eyes I'd ever seen and a pair of lips so sensual that no one under the age of eighteen should own them. I looked very much forward to having them pressed against my lips as well as my dick. With a skin tone more pale than Coot, Davis' eyes were a cornflower blue and framed by dark brown lashes and brows. Both boys were smooth faced and blemish free, the epitome of beauty for boys their age. Neither boy was very big, no more than a buck twenty five in weight and five foot four or five. I managed to glance at both of their asses as they'd looked around and figured that having my tongue and my cock buried in either one of them was going to be worth the hundred bucks easy. A knock at the door interrupted the conversation and Davis asked if they needed to leave the room to which I shook my head. The busboy came in and set the food on the bar, I slipped him a twenty and he left without giving the boys a second glance. The staff was very well trained there. We ate and talked some more and I discovered that despite looking like ruffians they really weren't, they were simply poor folk. They were good natured, not smart asses, fairly smart and over all rather enjoyable to be around. "Well," I finally said as we all lay back on chairs and sofa's and rubbed our bellies, "since you two are going to be here a few days I suppose I'll need a few extras. I called the front desk, made my request and ten minutes later another knock at the door brought toothbrushes, extra pillows, towels and a couple of bathrobes. The boy also removed the leftover dishes when he left. "Aren't they gonna wonder why you need all this extra stuff Leon?" Coot asked. I shook my head. "Not really, this bungalow costs about fifteen hundred a night. They aren't too worried about an extra guest." Both boys' eyes were wide open at the cost of the place and Coot said, "I knew we shoulda asked for more money." I laughed then asked if they needed to take showers before bed. They shook their heads and said that they'd taken care of that before they left their houses. "Okay well I'm taking a shower regardless so follow me." In the bedroom I told them to go ahead and get undressed and into bed. They could wear underwear or be nude I didn't care at the moment. I then went into the bathroom, undressed and showered and was back by the bed in ten minutes wearing a bath robe around. The boys were lying in bed facing each other and talking quietly but rolled to their backs when I entered the room. "Everything okay guys?" I asked and they both nodded their heads and Davis said they were just wondering what was going t o happen now. I sat in one of the arm chairs by the bed. "Well I'd like to see what I'm paying for so why don't you come over here." They looked at each other, something I'd see a lot of over the next few days, then slid out from under the sheet. They were both wearing white cotton briefs which were much newer and cleaner than the rest of their clothes. Both boys sported a nice little package, about what I'd expect for their size and age. They stood in front of me, a little anxious. I reached out and gently pulled Davis' underwear down first and exposed a respectable cocklet that, while soft then, would probably go five inches or so when hard. The boy was uncut, his foreskin completely covering the head and forming a little nipple that added a quarter inch to his little hose. He had a small patch of dark brown hair right at the base of his dick, the fuzz barely curling and sparse enough to see white skin beneath it. His balls were totally smooth and held in a nice rounded bag beneath his cock. I reached out and cupped the entire works, gently squeezing them and feeling the boy respond to the handling of his boyhood pride and joy. I let go of him the moved my hands to Coot's underwear, the front of which was already begin to tent as blood became locked into his cock. I slid his briefs down to reveal a half way hard dick about the same size as his buddy's but not quite as thick and with a small dark flat mole at one side of the head. Like Davis, Coot had a little patch of hair growing at the base of his cock although his was black. His balls were of the same size, equally as smooth and hairless as his friend but seemed to hang just a tad. As I did to Davis, I cupped and fondled Coot's boyhood, bringing to full young boy hardness in a moment. I used a thumb and fingers to stroke the five inch piece of boy meat then leaned in to taste him. I licked at the head then put my mouth over the shaft and sucked him, taking the entire works into my mouth, the head hitting the back of my throat. The boy gasped at the feelings, totally new to him I was sure. Oh, he probably had his dick sucked by a friend at some time but probably never had the entire thing engulphed by a warm mouth, or warm anything else for that matter. That had already started to change. I let go and turned back to Davis whose dick was standing proudly in front of his pale flat belly. The foreskin was only partially retracted so the slit was visible under the elastic skin. I pulled the skin all the way back then licked at his cock head before taking him into my mouth and sucking him. Davis' boy cock was thicker than Coot's although not enough to prevent me from doing the job that needed to be done. I suckled him for a moment, earning a shape intake of breath then leaned back into the chair. I gazed at the pair of young teen genitalia then up into their cute faces. "Well boys, I think we may be able to have a lot of fun. What do you think?" they both nodded their heads enthusiastically then Davis asked, "Can we see yours Leon?" I nodded my head, stood up and said, "Help yourselves." Both boys shucked their underwear and kicked them out of the way then Davis tugged at the belt on the bathrobe, the front of which was already protruding from my hardening cock. The boy pulled hard on the belt and the robe opened up freeing me up to rise unobstructed. "Fuck Leon you're huge," the boy said, his eyes wide open in total surprise. I never seen a dick so goddamn big. Can we touch it?' I laughed and shucked of the robe saying, "Boys, you don't have to ask, that's what we're here for." Davis reached out and grasped onto me just behind the half covered head and pulled my foreskin back then slid it forward again. The boy knew from experience what felt good and he wasn't wrong although a big part of the feelings for me at that moment were about who was doing the stroking. Coot put his hand on me so Davis took his away to allow his friend full access to me, my dick having finally reached full engorgement. "So have you boys every played with another boy before?" The looked at each other then nodded their heads, Davis taking the lead. "Yeah we messed around with other boys before, you know jacking off together, seein who has the biggest dick or the most hairs, who makes the most cum or shoots it the farthest." "You ever do anything else?" Davis went on to say that he and Coot and sucked each other before and even swallowed each other's sperm. Once when a group of boys were jacking off together one of the boys let another boy fuck him and that was pretty hot to watch but neither of them had gone that far, even with each other, although they had lay on each other and dry humped before. "Have you ever kissed another boy?' They both shook their heads. I started with Davis, leaning down to his face as I raised his chin. To his credit the boy didn't try to avoid me but closed his eyes. I touched my lips to his and he responded immediately, pressing back against me. I pushed my tongue against his mouth and he opened up wide allowing my tongue to mate with his and again, he responded favorably. His breathing picked up as we kissed and the movement of his tongue and mouth told me he liked it. I disengaged and turned to Coot and performed the same task although he put a hand on my shoulder as though to keep me there while he explored my mouth with his tongue. These two would make terrific kissers, and maybe before the weekend was out. Davis took the liberty of playing with my cock while I kissed his friend and as we broke away he dropped to his knees and began licking at my cock head while he slowly stroked the shaft. Coot went to his knees as well and began playing with my heavy balls and licking at the side of my cock. Given the boy's energy and enthusiasm so far, it promised to be a very exciting weekend indeed. I'd been with more than one boy on a few occasions and thought back to them as the two below me continued to thoroughly explore me with hands and mouths. A favorite had been two brothers ages eleven and fourteen. While they had both been beautiful boys, the youngest had been stunning and he loved to fuck. I'd stuffed every inch of my cock inside of the boy a half dozen times over a weekend and still the kid screamed for more. His older brother told me that he fucked the boy on a daily basis, sometimes two to three times. The kid had been insatiable and when he came he was as noisy as anybody I'd ever heard. The older boy had been well hung, sporting a solid seven plus inches, and I had enjoyed having it buried inside my ass a couple of times that weekend, loving the warmth of the copious amount of sperm that he left inside of me. The two cuties currently attached to my dick finally stood up and I hugged them both to me. As much as I'd wanted to play I was tired. It had been a long day, starting at four thirty in the a.m. and I needed sleep. "So boys, how about I make you cum and we go to sleep." They couldn't find any fault with that decision so I had them lay on the edge of the bed with their on the floor and I knelt between them. I took a raging young boner in each hand and proceeded to jack them off. I had a little procedure I went through when I was with a boy for the first time. Much as I loved to swallowing boy cum I loved to see them squirt. I loved watching the play of emotion on their smooth young faces as they spermed, loved watching the nectar of their smooth balls as it entered the living world outside their smooth bodies. After a half dozen strokes I moved between Davis' legs and worked on him. I gently pulled and squeezed on his balls while I jacked his rigid boyhood using fingers only. It didn't take long before the boy was moaning and less time than that before he came, a few droplets of watery white goo plopping out onto his panting flat belly. I had been standing, bent slightly to work on the boy and once he was done sperming I leaned down and licked the juice from his belly. I then went to work on Coot and within two minutes took the boy to the clouds and rain stage. Coot was more noisy than his little buddy, cursing under his breath as I got him to the edge and took him over. Coot's offering was a little more than what Davis had produced and he shot a little further but he tasted about the same. "What about you Leon, are you cum for us?" Coot asked when we were finished. I declined at that time. My dick was mostly soft, that alone amazing the boy's, and it was more work than what I wanted to do to get it up and get it off. Both boys were a little amazed that I could do what I'd just done and not want to cum but they resigned themselves to it. I got a wet washcloth from the bathroom and cleaned the remaining stickiness from their bodies then turned out the lights and climbed into bed, a hot young boy on each side of me. I kissed them goodnight, deep tongue thrusting kisses, and was sound asleep in about three minutes. I woke before the boys and got up, leaving the bed reluctantly. I mean, what the hell, two cute young teenage boys both naked and willing to play. But I let them sleep. Tired boys wouldn't be much fun and I intended to have a great deal of fun with them. I'd also figured out what I was going to do to reward them, besides the money I mean. My plan turned out to be more realistic than I'd intended when I got a frantic phone call about eight thirty from one of my mall managers. Apparently they were short a couple of boy models, size large for a huge fashion show that was suppose to go on that morning. Everyone knew I had contacts everywhere in the clothing and modeling industry as well as the fact that I'd been known to be able to pull a rabbit out of my ass at the last minute so thus the phone call. I told him I'd take care of it. The two boys in my bed would fit the bill well; they were large for boys, small for young men, which technically they were. I went into the bedroom, gazed on them as they slept the sleep of the innocent. The covers were pushed down and a sheet barely covered Coot's tight young butt and Davis' flat belly. I could easily have removed the sheet and went to town but when work beckoned it took precedence over everything else in my life, even naked young boys. I tugged the sheet down, revealing their nudity, Davis full on young boy morning hard. Okay, so maybe work could wait for a few minutes. I reached down and fondled his balls, the smooth eggs fully hanging gently between smooth thighs. He woke up and stretched then smiled at me. "Morning sunshine," I said, my voice along with the cooler air on his delicious butt causing Coot to wake up and roll onto his back, he too fully hardened and fully exposed as he stretched out like a cat. "We have work to do lads," I told them, my hand having moved up to stroke on Davis' stone hard cock. "That's what you're paying us for," Davis said, his arms under his head as he enjoyed the fondling. "No, besides this. I need you to model some clothes in a fashion show that's going down in a few hours. "What?" Davis asked, sitting up. "We don't know anything about modeling besides that's not what you're paying us for." I reminded them both that their agreement was "anything". "Look it's not that hard, well this is," I said gripping his dick firmly, "you can do it. In any case you wanted to get some school clothes, this will help you achieve that as well as getting paid cash money." I continued to stroke Davis' boyhood pride and joy as I went on to explain that I could arrange for them to have a hell of a lot more clothes than what they'd imagined besides, doing the show would give them an explanation to their parents, or whoever, when they showed up with an entire new wardrobe. I let go of Davis and climbed on the bed, Coot moving over to give me room. "Meanwhile I think we should get off. Well spermed boys always work harder." I slid down on the bed and took Davis' dick into my mouth and began to suckle him, gently squeezing his balls, the boy spreading his legs to give me better access. I felt movement on the bed than Coot's hand on my own half hardened cock. I stopped what I was doing, had Coot move then rolled onto my back and propped my head up on a couple of pillows. "Come over here and fuck my mouth Davis," I told the cute young blonde boy who did as I asked. I enjoyed sucking a boy that way as it gave me full access to his butt and Davis' ass was quite desirable. He did as I requested and in a flash my mouth was full of hard boy cock and my hands full of firm young butt cheeks. Davis didn't get but three slow thrusts into my mouth before I felt a hand on my hardened dick then a warm mouth engulph the swollen head. I slid a hand around and held onto the boy's smooth nuts and fondled the orbs as moved toward orgasm. I felt Coot try for more than my cock head then the sound of choking and coughing. Like many boys, he'd tried to take too much of me. "Ooohhh," Davis moaned above me and began humping a little faster and a moment a later I felt his cock thicken against my lips then the warmth of his boy honey as it shot into my mouth. Coot had gone back to licking my cock head; that being a safer move for the boy. He slid my foreskin up over the head and suckled in it as well, something he'd obviously done with his pal. Davis finally pulled his dick from my mouth as the rampant boy cock was too sensitive for me to keep exploring. He moved off of me and we both watched as Coot stroked my thick brown shaft and licked at the liquid seeping from the slit. Since he was lying facing me I reached down and began stroking his boyhood pride and joy which seemed to spur him on in his treatment of me. I finally told him to move up and lay next to me then went to town on his rigid cock, sucking the thing to the root while Davis didn't hesitate to take over the jacking action my cock, accompanied by his lips. Like most young teens Coot hit the sperming stage in a couple of minutes and held onto my head as he pumped his hips into the air, forcing his cock as well as his watery morning sperm into my mouth. Needless to say he too became sensitive quickly so I had to leave his boyhood charms. I lay back and allowed Davis to manipulate my eight and a half inches of uncut cock, the boy sliding the foreskin back and forth over the seeping swollen corona. "In the interest of time Davis, even though I love having a boy jack me off, I think I need to do this." I reached down and took hold of my cock and began loving myself, knowing just what felt good. My free hand went to Davis' still hard boner and played with it while I took my self off. In about three minutes I declared that it was close and thirty seconds later ropey white jets of cum were splattering my chest and belly, both boys vocal in their surprise and admiration. I continued to milk myself after the main event, squeezing my foreskin up over the head and causing my sperm to ooze out the small hole. "Dude I sure hope I can make that much cum when I get older," Coot finally said, Davis nodding his head in agreement. I assured them that they may well, who was to tell. With that I rolled off the bed and told them if they needed to use the toilet to get that done as we needed to shower and get moving. Like me, both boys were morning people so took the obligatory four minutes in there. Afterwards we adjourned to the shower area, an open tiled room that could hold three or four people easily. Much as I relished the idea of extended shower time, I forced the boys to keep things on task, choosing to have each one do their own hygiene otherwise we'd never have made it out of the bungalow. Fifteen minutes later were headed down the road, both boys fully enthralled with my ride. We stopped by Mickey D's for breakfast and were at the sight of the show another twenty minutes after that. Like any big show it was a mass of seemingly chaos, in some cases not even seemingly. Factory reps mixed with models, hairstylists, makeup artists, photographers along with men and women doing all the last minute clothing alterations. It was a frenetic, crazy madhouse and I loved it. I got the boys hooked up and into the male changing room where they were a bit aghast at the degree of nudity. They jumped right in however and didn't seem to flinch when they needed to take jeans or slacks off in front of a woman or a man while they did the last minute pining, taping or sewing or while the hairstylist worked on their mops, the boys dressed only in new boxers. The show went off without a hitch and the boys loved it, garnering the respect and admiration as well as a promise of more work from the people who arranged shows and models. Because of my position, I arranged for the boys to take almost whatever they wanted from the myriad of clothes that they'd modeled, as well as clothes that were being returned to the manufacturer. Each of them came away with a good six hundred dollars worth of jeans, shirts, shoes and underwear. That's cost, not retail. In my rig later they were both very chatty about the entire affair, giving me tons of thoughts and perceptions as though I'd never done a show before. "Did you see that black guy Leon, fuck his dick is bigger than yours." He was talking about a twenty year old young man by the name of Treyton. I'd bedded the boy when he was fifteen and sixteen so indeed I'd seen plenty of the black python that hung between his legs. I'd had that ten inch hose shoved between my lips and my legs more than a few times and I'd never complained. I didn't tell the boys that as I didn't feel it was really any of their business. We were all hungry so stopped at a popular bistro for a late lunch then headed back to the hotel where the boys unloaded their bags of clothing. They got a little secretive, huddling their heads together and giggling then directed me to sit in the armchair in the living room while they went into the bedroom. I could only imagine what they were up to. The bedroom door opened five minutes later and out the came dressed only in the barest of skimpy underwear their boyhood charms bulging in the small pouch that contained them. The mimicked being on the cat walk; hand on swaying hip and a sultry look on their smooth young faces. They came out then stood in front of me and went through a series of provocative poses including turning around to show me that they stuffed what little cloth had been holding their slender little butts in check into their cracks to give the illusion of wearing a thong. Looking over their shoulders they swiveled their butts, pushing them out seductively. When they faced me again they went through a variety of motion that simulated stripping, pulling the sides and then the front of the underwear down, giving up a slight fuzz shot but no real flesh. It was obvious the boys were getting off on their show as the pouches in the skimpy garments were beginning to bulge even more as their young cocks began to stretch out. Davis came over and climbed onto the chair, a knee on each arm, his crotch all but in my face. I leaned forward and placed my mouth over his cock and nuzzled it with my lips and gently bit it through the cloth. At the other end I could feel Coot working at my belt and then my slacks. "Do you want to suck my cock big boy?" Davis asked in an attempt to be sexy, his high pitched voice not quite pulling it off but I didn't care. I took a moment to lift my butt up off the chair so Coot could pull my pants and underwear down then settled back in and went about peeling the front of Davis' underwear down far enough to free up his fully engorged boy cock and free hanging balls. I felt Coot take hold of my half hardened dick just as I took Davis into my mouth and bounced his cock head off my throat. I put my hands on his butt, kneaded the flesh and encouraged him to fuck my mouth, which he readily did. The warmth of Coot's mouth on my own cock head took my attention away briefly and I reveled for a moment at being sexy with two hot young teenage boys. What a fucking life. "Half time trade places," Coot said, letting go of my flesh and standing up. Davis slid off the chair and Coot took his place, his underwear already discarded, his hard cock standing proudly in front of is taut belly. I pulled it down, jacked it a couple of times while Davis got between my legs and began licking at my shaft, the wrapped my lips around him. "Fuck yes," Coot moaned as I suckled the nail hard five inch piece of thirteen year old flesh. "Can I cum in your mouth Leon?" the boy asked. I took his cock out of my mouth and said, "I have a better idea." I disentangled myself and went into the bedroom, discarding my shirt as I went, then returned with a bottle of lube and a hand towel. "How about if you dump your sperm into my ass instead of my mouth," I asked the boy whose face immediately split into a wide grin. I went through the necessary preparations, doing myself first and then applying a liberal amount of lube to Coot's raging cock causing the boy to go weak when I smeared his ultra sensitive swollen cock head. I got back into the chair on my knees facing the back and lowered my ass until the adorable dark haired boy told me to stop. "What should I do Leon?" he asked and I told him to just put the thing in but do it gently. I felt his flesh touch mine, pressure, then the pleasurable feeling of my muscle being stretched as the boy's cock slipped inside of me. I really preferred to be fucked by cocks about the boy's size. It was a nice easy stretch and not overwhelming like bigger dicks can be although I always seemed to manage just fine when a larger cock was inside of me. The boy put his hands on my hips and proceeded to let Mother Nature take over, moving in and out of me as though he'd been doing it for years. I didn't think he'd last all that long, thirteen year old boys rarely do, but I encouraged him none the less. "Fuck me good Coot," I moaned. My head was turned sideway on the back of the chair and without being asked, Davis came over and bent over to kiss me. I returned the kiss, our tongues doing the eternal dance, and I reached down and took hold of his rigid dick and began stroking it, sliding his foreskin back and forth over his pale swollen dick head. Behind me Coot was picking up speed and I heard him groan. "Fuck me harder Coot," I commanded as the boy's cock thickened against my sphincter muscle. He seemed to be able to do that, slamming his hips against my ass and ramming his boyhood pride and joy into me. Normally I could feel the warmth of a boy's sperm as it entered me but Coot made so little liquid that it went in unnoticed. He finally slowed down a little bit which was when I told Davis to get his cock lubed so that when Coot came out he could go in. Less than a minute later Davis's hard young cock was buried in my ass as far as the boy could get it. "Jack me off while Davis fucks me will you Coot," I asked him. Davis seemed to last longer than his friend and he added more action to his fucking, moving his little ass from side to side or moving up onto his toes to change the angle of his dick. I had no complaint what so ever. Coot had lubed his hand and was jacking me off, using mostly the shaft until I told him to work just on my cock head. The boy did as I asked which got me to the sperm stage very quickly. I managed to stave it off until I knew that Davis was cumming, his groans giving away what his body was doing. "Oh yeah Davis, fuck me harder boy, fuck my ass harder," I moaned and let my balls release their nectar. It was a great sperming made better by the knowledge that I was a thirteen year old boy's first fuck. I knew well the feelings that were ripping through his body and I knew well that he would remember this for the rest of his life. "Don't come out of me right away," I whispered to him as his little ass slowed to a stop. He did as I asked, staying inside of me and gently moving his butt around. It was a great afterglow experience until he softened some and his cock squished out of me with a plop. Coot had removed his hand from my dick by then, showing us his cum covered knuckles. When I got out of the chair I was grateful for leather because the back was literally awash in my cum, the white standing out strongly against the dark brown fabric. "Man when you came I could feel your asshole grip on my dick Leon," Davis told me which of course made Coot want me to cum while he was fucking me. I laughed and told him it was entirely possible. I headed into the shower and for reasons of their own the boys elected to join me. We soaped and cleaned each other which did nothing to cause our hard cocks to abate. Both boys reveled in the feelings of having their tight young asshole's washed by someone else and they moaned even louder when I introduced them to rimming. I did Davis first and then Coot, my mouth and tongue paying homage to the puckered hairless muscles that I intended to bury my cock in before the night was out. It made my dick throb in anticipation just thinking about it. We returned to the bed where we engaged in a cock sucking m^Ānage a tois, each taking turns licking slurping and sucking on each other. At one point I was engaged in a sixty nine with Davis on top and Coot behind him licking his friends asshole. I could actually reach up over my head between Davis' legs and play with Coot's cock and balls while licked his way to oblivion at Davis' temple of Priapus. "Oh man Davis can I stick my cock in your ass?" Coot asked, his voice deepened by lust. Amazingly Davis told him to go ahead. Before he did I told him to lube up my finger and proceeded to prep the boy, sliding my slippery digit in and out of the tight muscle and grazing across his prostate in the process. I then watched from close hand as Coot got into position and gently slipped inside of his friend, causing Davis to moan loudly, and buried himself to his balls. I reached up and fondled both sets of sperm makers, loving the feeling of their soft flesh. I only stayed there a moment, long enough to get a good view of the action, then slid out from beneath the boy then sat in front of him with my back against the headboard so that he had full access to my stuff. He took advantage of the position and licked at my balls and then my cock. Because he needed his hands for balance I pushed my dick downward so he could suckle me, which he went about with enthusiasm. "Fuck I'm gonna." and that was all Coot could say before he groaned out, unloading his small amount of sperm inside Davis' ass. He stayed there for a few moments before pulling out causing Davis to moan at the loss. When I asked if he came Davis shook his head no. "Do you think you can handle my dick?" I asked the boy. He nodded his head. "I can sure try." Like his friend, Davis was in a total fog of hotness, his voice deepened from lust, his eyes half closed for the same reason. Now would be a perfect time to fill the boy with eight plus inches of thick man cock. I directed him to lay in front of me, back to my belly while Coot lubed my dick up. Then I lifted his top leg and angled my dick and moved in, my swollen cock head touching his flesh. Coot was right in close watching and gasped almost as loudly as Davis did when I entered the boy. Once the head was lodged in the tight hole I stopped to allow his adolescent body to adjust my size, something that experience and older guys generally need to do. I gave him a ten count then slowly inserted as much of my cock into his butt as the position would allow, which was most of it. I'd wrapped my arm around him as I slipped inside, holding the boy to me, a position that I liked, not for the penetration but the holding of a boy. "My God Leon my hole must be stretched out as far as it can go," Davis moaned when I bottomed out inside of him. Indeed, it must be. I began the slow process of loving the boy, not in any hurry for either of us. We must have stayed that way for a good three or four minutes, Davis moaning and Coot carrying on a running commentary on how hot it looked, how it must feel and so forth. I was getting heated up and the position wasn't one of incredible pleasure so I told Davis I was going to come out of him and change positions. He agreed and slipped out of him as gently as I could, leaving a gaping hole. I had him roll onto his back then pushed his legs back and reentered him, pushing in until my hairs were against his butt. I began the motion again, sliding in and out of his tight ass. After getting him used to it I placed my arms under his legs and moved forward, rolling the boy farther onto his back then placing my hands on the bed next to him. It was from there that I began to seriously fuck the thirteen year old, driving my cock down into him and obtaining the maximum depth achievable. "Fuck I can't believe how mashed up your ball get when you're all the way inside of him Leon," Coot observed. I felt his hand cup and fondle my nuts as they hung in the air then he asked if he could somehow get his cock in my ass and fuck me while I fucked Davis. I told him to go ahead and give it a try. I'd been the meat in a sandwich before and while fun as an exercise it wasn't necessarily the best fuck imaginable but hey, it was thirteen year old boy asking so it was all good. I felt him get into position so stopped my movement, felt his pressure against me and in a flash he was inside of me. I told him to get in close, which he did, then I began to fuck Davis again and getting a double fuck. It was okay but the boy was really too small and inexperienced for it to be an overwhelming experience but like I said, when you're with thirteen or fourteen year old boys all sex is good sex. Coot finally pulled out of me, not being able to maintain the position for very long. I concentrated on bringing Davis and myself to an orgasm and as we fucked I picked up speed until I was slamming eight plus inches of hard cock down into his ass, my balls starting to make a slight whacking sound as they connected with his butt. Below me the boy was moaning like a banshee and when I leaned down to kiss him you'd a though I was giving him CPR he was so aggressive in returning the kiss. In no time at all he was screaming out as his body reached its peak and took him over the edge so at that point I allowed myself to go on the ride with him. "Oh fuck Davis," I groaned and began pumping a ton of cream into the boy, my sperm racing off in search of an egg that they'd never find, the poor little bastards. As usual the show ended sooner than anyone ever likes and we stayed there not moving for a minute while we caught our breath. I finally told him to hold onto me, that I was doing to move into a sitting position with him on my lap. With a little maneuvering we achieved the desired position and the boy snuggled in, wiggling his ass against my lap and nuzzling his face in my neck. "That was incredible Leon. I though you were going to rip my asshole open but damn after you were there for awhile and fucking me it felt so fucking good I can't believe it." He kissed my neck and just sat there holding on to me so I rubbed his smooth back and down onto the cheeks that I was still ensconced between and let my fingers trail over my hard flesh where it penetrated his diminutive body. I didn't want Coot to feel left out so suggested we all take a shower and since I was a little concerned about my cum pouring out of Davis' ass I managed to stay inside of him and carried him to the shower. The shower turned into a playground as well and I took the opportunity to explain and demonstrate the art of frottage to the boys having them perform it on each other as their body sizes matched up almost perfectly. I took the time to finger fuck Coot while they rubbed against each other and in process taught him about his prostate gland. Nobody came however and we retreated back to the bedroom where we became a three headed, six legged monster whose hands and mouths explored every square inch of each other's bodies. After a solid hour of play both boys were dying to unload their young balls and I agreed with them. I didn't want them to suffer a serious case of blue balls for that would take the fun out of the rest of the weekend. And so it came about that I fucked Coot starting with the boy on my lap facing away from me on the living room sofa. He felt that was the best way for him to get accustomed to my size and it seemed to work although it took the adorably cute young thing a good four minutes before he was able to sit firmly on my lap with most of eight plus inches of thick cock inside his tight little ass. Davis stood in front and watched, idly playing with his balls and stroking his cock. "Fuck that looks pretty hot you guys," he commented. I invited him to join in and to his credit he didn't ask what to do but just got to his knees and began licking first on my heavy balls then took on his friend's smooth sac. The boy had gone about half soft so Davis took the limp shaft into his mouth and proceeded to blow life back into it. Because of the position we were actually fucking, just sitting there connected together but I loved holding the boy while being inside of him and looking down to watch Davis work his magic on coots dick was pretty hot too. We stayed like that a good five minutes before Coot informed that he wanted a good fucking. I usually enjoy facing a boy when I love him, always amazed at the emotion that plays across his smooth face as he experiences the beauty and incredible feelings of sex. From time to time I enjoy taking a boy from behind makes for great diversity. I held him as my eyes scanned the room for something a little more exciting that simply doggy style on the floor. I told him to hold on and I picked the boy up and we stood for a moment. I had Davis move the footstool for the chair over by the sofa then I turned Coot around. After telling him what we were going to do we managed to drop down to the floor and into a position where the boy was lying with his upper body on the footstool, right knee on the floor, his left knee hiked up and resting on the sofa. It spread his slender little ass wide open and from there I began to fuck him. "Davis, have Coot suck your cock," I told the boy who got to his knees and placed his uncut dick in Coot's face. The dark haired boy wasted no time taking his friends pale five inch shaft into his mouth and attempting to suck the life out of the boy's sperm makers. For me, it was a hot position. I held the boys cheeks open as far as they would go and kept my eyes on the actions, watching my thick meat slide almost all the way out of the boy's tight little asshole then drive back inside. Jesus Christ but I loved fucking young teenage boys. There simply wasn't anything that I could think of that brought me as much physical as well as emotional pleasure. I connected with a boy on his level, remembering with every fiber of my body what it was like when I was his age and experiencing sex of any kind. When he took time out from cock sucking to tell me to fuck him harder I knew he gotten to the pinnacle of feelings. Any boy with a cock the size of mine in his ass who begged to be fucked harder had reached the apex. I did as he asked, pulling out until the rim of my head showed beneath my foreskin then slamming back inside of him. I felt my balls begin to roil, knowing that my explosion was close at hand. Coot was right there along with me. He was in such a total fog of hotness that he couldn't suck on Davis' cock any more but had to just lay there and moan loudly. His right hand snaked down between his legs and I knew he was jacking off, knew that it would only be a moment, and it was. The boy screamed out, unintelligible words, only noise. I felt his asshole constrict against my cock and felt my body ride the tide with him. I held on tight to his slender ass and rammed my cock inside of him, moving my own ass from side to side and creating different pressures inside Coot's body. The boy moaned loudly and had I heard it on the street I would have assumed he'd been hurt severely. I continued on, driving into him, pumping my warm sticky cum out into him. In front of us Davis had continued to jack off and he too came, the expression on his smooth face the familiar mix of pain and pleasure. He moved his hips forward and let his juice go onto Coot's face, the dark haired boy raising his head slightly so that he could wear his friend's sperm. All in all it was a more than satisfactory sperming. Later, in the shower, Coot wrapped himself into my arms and kissed me hard for the second time since I'd gently slipped my cock from body. He'd said he couldn't have imagined being able to take my entire dick in his ass let alone love it but he had, almost more than when he fucked me. Getting as facial, small amount though it was, had been exciting for him as well and he'd asked if maybe I could jack off on his face before the weekend was over. I'd managed to do that Sunday morning and it wouldn't do but what Davis had wanted to try it as well. Everyone was hungry when we got out of the shower so I asked the boys if they'd like to go to a fancy restaurant where they might see some famous people. Of course they were all for it so I had them dress in slacks and dress shirts and we headed out with their promise that they wouldn't stare, point, or otherwise bring attention to themselves, other than just looking pretty. I'd had reservations for two, just in case, so it was an easy matter to get that changed, which I'd done earlier in the day. I was a good night, the beautiful people were out and the boys got to see a well known action actor and his popular big titted girlfriend as well as a few others they recognized. A lead singer from a popular boy band stopped by my table to say hello, hugging me and shaking the boy's hands enthusiastically. The boys were totally impressed and when the young man offered his autograph I thought they'd faint. I didn't tell them that I'd bedded the extremely cute man when he was a fledgling musician at the ripe age of sixteen. I also didn't tell them that he adored thirteen and fourteen year old boys. We cruised around for awhile after dinner and returned to the bungalow to watch a little TV. The boys had never seen a porno flick so I ordered one, gay of course, and it wouldn't do but we spend the rest of the evening trying out a variety of positions that they'd seen. It was later than night where this story began with Coot trying to fuck me while I slept. The boys stayed with me until Monday morning and if we all came less than seven or eight more times I'd be surprised. Both boys fucked me again, although Coot managed four times I think, and I fucked them each again as well. When it came time to take them home around noon I wore loose fitting jeans and a very special custom made belt and slipped another special little item into the pocket of my worn leather jacket. While I rarely dressed down, I did carry a couple of street outfits, clothes that would allow me to fit into the rough tough neighborhoods that I sometimes found myself in, the kind of neighborhood where Coot and Davis lived. Being a street kid I knew that the car would attract attention but dressed like a dandy would seriously invite predation and I avoided that when I could. The boys had told me about Coot's older brother, a fat shiftless prick who thought he was tough but wasn't all that. Coot said he dominated their single mom household but that was about it. Coot had some concerns about his brother taking all of his new clothes and hocking them, or wearing them, so I was prepared to dissuade the boy if necessary, actually hoping for a confrontation because if I didn't have one with him I knew that what Coot feared would come to pass. As luck would have it, Solomon was there when we pulled into the cracked, weed filled driveway alongside of the small two bedroom house in a run down neighborhood. Two other young men were with him. "Oh great," Coot said as soon as he saw the trio. Davis muttered similar sentiments. Of course the three pulled themselves from lawn chairs they were slouched in and sauntered over to where we three were unloading the Hummer. "What have we here, Christmas in August?" the boy I'd identified as Solomon. He was indeed a rather overweight slug, a contrast to his two skinny friends. He immediately yanked a bag from Coot's hand and of course Coot protested loudly. Solomon told him to shut the fuck up and started to paw through the bag. "Put it down," I said softly. All three older boys looked at me then each other with a look that told me they figured me for the mouse and themselves for the cats. Solomon dropped the bag and I heard Coot mutter and "oh no Leon". The three boys came right up to me, Solomon in my face asking what I'd said. I told him that I hadn't stuttered that he'd heard me. He reached out toward me and it was then that I knew that it was game over. I used a simple wrist lock, grasping his wrist from on top and using my thumb to press the back toward the underside of the wrist. Hurts like a mother fucker and allows one to completely control his attacker. In the process I spun the tub of shit around, slammed him against the Hummer with my elbow against his neck, the wrist still locked in my hand. At the same time my other hand went to my belt where I pulled a thin five inch stiletto from its hidden sheath and put the tip just under his left eye. I got his attention. "Listen carefully. These two are under my protection. If even a sock turns up missing I will come look for you. If a button should happen to fall off of a shirt I will assume it's your fault and will come looking for you. If either of them should accidentally fall and get even a scratch I will figure that you had something to do with it and come looking for you." His two friends had moved in close and I glared at one, then the other. One backed away but the other one must have been feeling frisky. I didn't say a word but slashed out and cut the front of his shirt open from his left shoulder to his right hip and had the stiletto back under Solomon's eye before anyone could blink an eye. I then used the thin blade to slowly pop the top two buttons from Solomon's shirt then slowly drug the tip down across his chest, grazing his nipple, and allowing for a very thin red line appear. "Any questions?" I asked quietly. He shook his head. "Do you believe me?" He nodded his head. I let him go turned around than turned quickly back and slammed my fist into his solar plexus and dropped him like the fat Ox that he was. We carried Coot's stuff into the house where his Mamma had been watching the interaction through the faded living room curtain. I greeted her respectfully, explained why her son had the clothes and the hundred dollars I'd given him. I also explained that if her oldest son gave her the slightest lick of trouble to call me and the problem would go away. On the way back to my car I explained that same situation to fat ass who was still on the ground trying to breathe. He got the message. Davis' mother was not at home so I gave him my business card if she, or he and Coot needed my help in the future. I also told him I'd enjoy spending time with them both next time I was in town if they were interested. His smile followed by a deep throated kiss, as we stood in his bedroom, were all the answer I needed. That and his hand at the front of my jeans. I kissed his neck and he moaned loudly and shivered. I broke way and looked at him. "Is this safe?" He nodded his head and I immediately dropped to my knees, undid his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. He was getting hard already and my mouth swallowing his cock got him to full on wood status in a flash. I stroked his cock, pulling his foreskin all the way over the head and sucking the elastic flesh like a nipple, then retracting it with my lips pressed tight against the silky skin of his cock head. My other hand was tugging on his smooth balls, an act that I'd discovered the boy dearly loved. "Oh God Leon," he moaned then added, "Do you want to fuck me before you go?" I stood up and looked at the adorably cute blonde and asked again if it was safe. He nodded his head, eyes half closed in lust. I nodded my head and began to unbutton my jeans as Davis dropped his pants and underwear to the floor and stepped out of them. He opened a drawer in the belly high dresser that we were standing in front of, pulled out a small bottle of lube and proceeded to smear his asshole. I'd gotten my jeans to my knees and was going to take them off. "No Leon, keep them on just like that." He smeared the length of my cock then turned and bent over the dresser and reached behind himself and peeled his narrow little butt cheeks open, revealing the shiny muscle of his hole. "Right here Leon, just fuck me right here." I stepped up, pushed his shirt up out of the way then held my rigid dick downward and put it against his hole and pushed, the head slipping inside immediately. Davis cried out and I stopped but he told me to keep going. Hands on his hips, I pushed all the way inside of him. "Fuck Leon I love having your cock in my ass," he groaned, his fingers feeling around down there where our bodies were connected. "Fuck the shit out of me Leon, make it hurt." I was a little stunned at those words but sort of understood where the boy was coming from. I'd been there myself when I was his age. I held on tight and slammed, rammed, crammed and pounded my thick light brown cock into his tight little white asshole. It was what he wanted and needed and judging from the sounds coming from his mouth I guessed that he was getting his need met. As usual Davis screamed when he came, his high pitched voice loud in the small bedroom. I unleashed a torrent of sperm as his body convulsed the second time and his asshole constricted against my dick. As my balls finished draining I relaxed, moving slowly inside of the boy and trying to keep the feelings going. I eventually stopped and leaned forward, resting my upper body on his back. He reached behind himself and touched me. "That was fucking awesome Leon, thanks," he said after I'd pulled out of him and we'd stood there in a deep throated kiss. "I kinda wanted to be with you without Coot. I love him and all, we're best friends, but, I dunno, I just needed it to be you and me." I kissed him again, this time more tenderly and told him I understood completely. I reached inside my wallet and pulled out my business card and scribbled a number on the back. "You can call me any time baby boy," I said, "and if you want to get together without your friend then that's okay with me too." He smiled and thanked then said he call just to day hello and I encouraged the boy to do so. I pulled my jeans up and put myself back together. Davis stood watching with his arms crossed in front of his chest, the t-shirt barely coving his boyhood charms. I could and would end up spending time alone with Davis but that's another story. We stood and held each other then kissed one last time and I headed out of his room, Davis on my tail. We kissed again at the door and I left, climbed into my rig and backed out of his driveway and headed toward the freeway and from there North to a regional meeting and the arms of an incredibly beautiful fourteen year old Filipino boy.