Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2013 20:54:54 -0800 (PST)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: When Boys Love III

This story is condensed from a 3 chapter story I posted on 5.1.05 titled
PUBESCENT LOVE. I've wanted to do a story that focused on these 2 boys, and
now I have. The original story involves multiple boys and worth your time
to read. Feedback is always welcome as long as it's polite. N-joi.

Hugs,
Tag_m

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A SUMMER LOVE

Whenever I look back on the summer of my twelfth year I remember it to be
the most exhilarating, instructional, fun, and without a doubt the most
pivotal time in my life. I was over half way though my last year before
becoming a teenager and was moving from sixth to the seventh grade, both
long awaited as well as anxiety producing events in most children's lives.

I had been allowed to go on my first summer trip without parents and to top
that off it was in Hawaii. I went to stay with an aunt and uncle so I was
still monitored by adults but they weren't my parents and that was what
counted. They had a son who was close to my age, Kalama, who stayed with us
the summer before. We'd had a blast together and I was looking forward to
spending another summer with him. On top of all that I was dying to show
him my hairs. We'd done some messing around toward the end of his stay with
me and we'd made a bet about who would get their hair first. Mine had
started about three months before vacation so I was sure I'd win the
bet. My cock had grown some too, being maybe just shy of 5 inches or so and
my balls were hanging in my sac, one slightly lower than the other. All in
all I was quite proud of my boyhood stuff and I'd been excited to show it
to someone who I knew would appreciate it like Kalama would.

"Jaaaaaace" I heard a voice yell as soon as I entered the waiting area in
Honolulu back when people could meet you at the gate. My name is Jason but
I've been called Jace ever since I can remember except by mom when she's
pissed at me.

I tried to look through the throngs of people and then all of a sudden I
saw an arm waving like mad at me and saw that it was Kalama. He'd either
grown a hell of a lot or he was standing on a chair and I was betting on
the chair. My cousin was small for his age, hell both of us were but he had
been smaller than me. I saw the arm disappear and as soon I got past the
roped walkway and into the real part of the waiting area he materialized in
front of me, crystal white shinning against the brown skin that marked his
Hawaiian heritage.

"Ho brah, I so glad you heah. We gonna have a hella summah," he rattled off
in pidgin, which I will put in English for the rest of the story.  He put
his arm around my shoulder and I noticed that I had grown more than he had,
although not by a whole lot. We were both still short, I was just about
five feet tall, give or take a fraction and he was shorter by an inch or
more. Alike in other ways; we were both fairly slender without being
skinny, had black hair and dark eyes, and weighed about the same, that is,
about a hundred pounds, maybe. Our skin color was brown but I was
definitely lighter. Our mothers were sister's and Half Hawaiian but where
Kalama's father was local as well, my dad was a Haole, a white guy, or
almost. He had some Indian blood and other things in him too so that he
wasn't totally white so neither was I.  I knew from past experience that
after a week in the sun I'd be a good deal darker than when I'd gotten off
of the plane. Listening to him chatter, I heard that Kalama's voice hadn't
changed either; both of us still had the high, almost girlish voices of pre
teenage boys.

Kalama was cute, no doubt about it. His face was totally smooth, no marks
or hair of any kind, his nose small and slightly upturned. The cap he wore
brought attention to his slightly oval eyes and long luxurious eyelashes. I
knew that I looked a lot like him and I'd been told by tons of girls that I
was cute so, I guess I was.

As soon as we got out into the terminal my auntie Lani gave me a huge hug,
wrapping her arms around me and almost smothering me with her huge boobs.
"We're so glad you're here Jace," she said with a big grin. "I think we're
gonna have lots of fun this summer."

I hadn't been to Hawaii since I was seven so while Kalama and my auntie
chattered away like Myna birds, I gawked at the sights as we headed from
the airport to their home on the Waikiki side of Diamond Head. Once there I
got my stuff unpacked in Kalama's room, changed into board shorts, and we
headed straight to the beach with a promise to be back in a couple of hours
for dinner, which we were. Of course we were totally dry so there was no
reason to change right then but back in Kalama's room that evening was when
it started.

"Remember that bet we had last summer?" he said with a smile. "Well I won
it." My little heart fell. I was so hoping to win the bet as well as show
off my prized fuzz.

"Maybe not dude," I said, "I got some too." Without another word we both
began unlacing our board shorts and pulling the Velcro fly open. We stood
facing each other as we pushed our shorts and underwear down at the same
time, exposing our pubic area and the base of our cocks, most of the shafts
and the heads still hidden inside our clothes. Kalama definitely had some
hairs, about six of em, straight and pitch black, about an inch or so
long. I, on the other hand, had more and they were longer and they had a
little bit of bend in em.

"Wow," he said, reaching out to touch them, "you got lots more than me but
my friend Brandon, you'll meet him tomorrow maybe, He's 14 and he has lots
of em. In fact he even shoots sperm stuff. Do you squirt out stuff yet, do
you jag?"  I was pretty sure what he meant but not completely sure, being a
little more naïve than many boys my age. So, playing it safe, I shook my
head sideways and changed the subject as I pulled my clothes back into
place.

"So I guess no one wins the bet since we both got hairs," I stated flatly.

"I guess not" Kalama answered. The rest of the evening was spent watching
TV in his room and catching up on all manner of stuff that is important to
twelve year boys. Like all boys of that age and body development the topic
came around to sex, girls and, have you ever and of course neither of us
had except for some light porn. We talked and fondled our crotches then
finally just took our clothes off. Kalama was suitably impressed at the
changes I'd gone through and before I knew it we were stroking each other's
cocks. We'd done stuff the summer before but it sure felt different that
night. My cousin asked if I would like him to suck me and of course I said
yes. When he put his mouth over my cock it thought I was gonna faint. I
closed my eyes and a moment later felt him at my balls. I about jumped when
he sucked one of my nuts into his mouth. My eyes shot open and I looked
down at him smiling up at me with my ball in his mouth then let it loose.

"Feels good doesn't it," he said then did it again. He gave up after a
second and went back to my cock. It didn't take long before intense feeling
ripped through my body and my dick.

 "Fuck Kalama, stop. It tickles so fucking bad oh man stop," I said in a
whispered scream. He took his mouth from my dick and stroked it. The
feelings were so intense that I gripped the blanket with both hands and I
thought I was gonna die. I felt my cock get thicker or stiffer or something
and the tingling got way intense in my cock then a blob of white stuff shot
out the slit and landed on my belly.  "What the hell was that," I said
through panting breaths, my belly still contracting in the aftermath of my
very first orgasm.  "Fuck Jace, you cummed brah, you made sperm." My cousin
seemed more excited about the event than I was. Kalama let go of my dick
and my own hand automatically went to it and resumed a slow stroke, that
seeming to be a natural reaction to me. "That was your first time sperming
wasn't it Jace?" I had no idea when, or if, or anything. I'd never stroked
my cock like that before, taking it to that conclusion. Sure I'd stroked
it, or ground it into my bed sheets and mattress sometimes at night but I
always stopped when it started to tickle like that. Hell if I'd only known
what was going on I'd have kept it up and not missed out on all those
fantastic good feelings. I wiped the glob off my belly with my finger, felt
its texture, sniffed at it, the licked a small bit to see what it tasted
like, which was nothing, then wiped it on the sheets.  Kalama had rolled
onto his back and was slowly stroking on his cock and asked me if I wanted
to suck him.  "Sure," I said, rolling over to him and taking his cock in my
hand. I'd sucked Kalama's cock the summer before when he was at my house, a
fun past time that we'd discovered toward the end of his visit. I moved my
lips over my teeth-learned that last summer too- and lowered my mouth over
the head and sucked on him, slowly stroking his cock while it did it. I
noticed that his crotch smelled different than before. It wasn't a bad
smell, in fact it was kinda sexy like and over time I would learn to love
it, the fragrance of a maturing boy. It only took a moment and I was into
what I was doing, my eyes closed and breathing through my nose as I bobbed
on the silky flesh of his cock head and the top part of the shaft of his
cock. It didn't take a whole long time before Kalama was wiggling and
squealing that he was gonna cum so I took my mouth away from his cock but
kept stroking him. I wasn't prepared to get any of that white goo in my
mouth just then, although before the summer was out...  Kalama's body went
rigid and he began shaking and stuff. I felt his cock go harder in my hand
and he shoved his hips up off the bed like he was being electrocuted or
something. I kept on stroking him cause I didn't figure what I was doing
was causing him any harm. I kept a close eye on his cock head but nothing
came and he finally relaxed back onto the bed, panting as hard as I'd been
panting not five minutes before.  I finally let go and relaxed back, lying
on my side and watching as his breathing began to slow.  "Fuck I love that
feeling. I can hardly wait till I sperm," Kalama panted out. I asked what
happened and he told me that he had cummed, just like I had, but he wasn't
making sperms yet so it was called a dry cum. At the rate things were
happening my sexual knowledge would be increased ten fold by summer's end.
We talked about it a little then went through the process again, a little
sucking then jacking each other off. Kalama kept mentioning Brandon so I
was becoming more curious about him. When I asked, Kalama said he'd done
other stuff with him too. Kalama got a bottle of lotion, squirted it on my
cock then did me. Goddamn that was incredible too and it wasn't long before
the intense tickling started and I squirted again. After Kalama had another
cum we fell asleep.  The next day we were both up early, ate a quick
breakfast and headed for the Walls in Waikiki to body board and on the way
back went by the gay beach. Needless to say we got lots of looks and
whistles and stuff which I though was interesting. At one point I had to
scratch my balls and of course that didn't go unnoticed.  "Need some help
with that sweetie," a very handsome younger looking Asian guy asked as I
got close to him. He was wearing a white Speedo that showed his stuff and
the stuff looked pretty big to me. I don't know what made me do it but I
smiled at him and said, "Maybe later today," and gave my cock and extra
squeeze as we went past him. A couple of other men who were close by heard
the discussion and let out huge laughs, and yells and stuff. Back at
Kalama's we ate lunch then lay under the huge avocado tree in his back yard
and drifted off to sleep only to be woke up a few minutes later.  "Ho brah,
you lazy ting," a voice called out and we both turned to see two boys
walking toward us. "Whachew doin?" They looked to be our age, were at least
close to our size. The one who was talking looked to be a local boy, my
height give or take, brown skin, short black hair and dark eyes. He was
cute, there was no doubt about that, but the boy with him made my belly do
flip flops and my young heart flutter.  I was in love although I didn't
know it then. He was white, and by that I mean WHITE. His skin was so pale
that light practically bounced off of it. His light blonde hair, a thick
mass of large ringlets, hung loosely almost to his shoulders framing his
almost angelic face. As they got closer I could see his eyes, large and a
mesmerizing emerald green, with long thick lashes that any girl would cry
for. From a distance he could easily have been mistaken for a girl but up
close he was the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen and when he smiled at me
my heart melted. I jumped up and right away noticed that he was almost
exactly my height and looked to be about my weight as well.  "Howzit
Brandon?" Kalama asked as the boys stopped next to us. "This is my cuz
Jace," he said to the boys, this is Brandon." Brandon extended his hand and
we shook local style while Brandon introduced us to Jordon who shook hands
regular like, a soft non gripping sort of shake.  "He jus come yestaday,
stay wit his gran maddah next doah me." Brandon explained. Brandon's pidgin
was fairly thick so for the purpose of the story I'll translate to
English. I asked Jordon where he lived and in a slightly high but soft and
wonderfully melodic voice he said he was from Davenport Iowa. I almost shit
my pants.  "I'm from quad cities too," I practically yelled. "I'm from Rock
Island." Quad Cities is comprised of the four cities of Davenport &
Bettendorf Iowa and Moline & Rock Island Illinois, our two cities being
separated by the Mississippi River. We began chattering to each other about
places we both knew and schools we went to while the other two boys looked
on in amazement. Finally Brandon broke in and said, "So, enough with the
family reunion, let's go do something."  Something. entailed walking back
down to Waikiki and of course our path included retracing the steps that
Kalama and I had taken earlier to go home. Jordon and I were walking just
behind the other two boys and of course we passed by the man who had spoken
to me before.  "Coming back for help?" he asked with flirty smile. I don't
know what made me do what I did but without thinking I hooked my arm in
Jordon's and said, "Naaaaw, I got him." The man looked at Jordon and his
eyes went wide open but didn't miss a beat.  "My God I don't blame you." As
we went by I heard another voice say quietly, "Fuck, that kid's gorgeous."
I assumed that Jordon heard it too but regardless, he didn't say a
thing. And he didn't make any move to take his arm away from me. Brandon
asked what all that had been about and when Kalama told him, Brandon
laughed his ass off. Jordon laughed hard too as we released each other and
continued on our way, walking down the sidewalk and getting plenty of
stares. Looking back on it I can understand why. Although Jordon was by far
the cutest of the four of us, we all were cute boys on the cusp of
adolescence or just entering it. We were smooth faced and blemish free,
slender but not skinny, and had the casual innocence that many boys our age
had. Any one of us would have gotten second glances by practically any
female and many guys but the four of us together was simply more eye candy
than most people could ignore, especially gay guys.  So, as we tread the
sidewalk between the beach and the grassy, tree covered park area, we got
plenty of looks, lots of "hey there cutie" and more than one offer to share
a towel or blanket. Further into Waikiki we checked out the International
Market Place and generally just wandered aimlessly, boys with nothing
special to do and plenty of time to do it. By default Jordon and I walked
together as did Kalama and Brandon, allowing the two of us to get to know
each other better. He was smart, funny, friendly, and didn't seem to have a
problem touching me. His body contact was generally to emphasis something
he'd said, to point something of interest and sometimes it seemed just to
touch me. More than once our fingers brushed against each other as we
walked and he even took hold of my hand a couple of times, holding it
almost like a lover and pulling me into a shop to look closer at something
that caught his attention.  I loved when he held my hand and I sensed a bit
of reluctance from him when he finally let go, society not yet ready for
boys over the age of five to hold hands in public. His voice was so
melodic, like the tinkling of a wind chime, and his green eyes twinkled
with enjoyment at anything and everything and I found myself liking
him... a lot.  Two hours later we had completed a long circuitous route
that brought us back to Kapiolani Park across the street from the gay beach
area. By some unspoken mutual agreement we entered the low concrete
restroom area, Brandon and Kalama taking the two urinals and leaving the
large, wheelchair accessible, stall for me or Jordon. I headed in and
Jordon was almost right on my tail.  "Do you mind?" he asked, indicating
that we might share the toilet.  "Naw, it's okay." I replied in a small
voice. Needless to say Brandon had a comment for the situation.  "Better
leave the door open boys so there's no hanky panky goin on." We all laughed
as the beautiful boy-God and I stood opposite each other and unlaced. We
were both self conscious but neither of us could possibly admit that to the
other one so the act of baring our bodies to the scrutiny of the other
became an almost brazen act. Both of us wore t-shirts that hung low enough
to hide just about everything and so when it was all said and done the only
thing visible was cock head, mine a little darker and Jordon's as white as
the rest of his body appeared to be. We pissed, our light yellow colored
streams crossing each other before splashing into the dirty porcelain bowl,
both of us attacking the cigarette butts that floated on the surface and
giving a plausible diversion as we checked each other out.  His cock head
was a perfect shape, rounded smoothly across the tip and flaring ever so
gently at the edge above the shaft. I only saw a small bit of the shaft but
he looked kinda big, bigger than me or Kalama. He finished before I did but
didn't tuck it away right off. Instead he shook it gently and nursed it a
little, squeezing out any drops of liquid that might still be in the tube
and thus fall into his underwear when tucked back inside. It was almost as
though he were giving me time to look longer at his dick. In order to
provide Jordon with the same opportunity I did the same thing, reaching a
little further inside my shorts and squeezing more toward the base of my
cock and working toward the head as I shook it gently.  "Not many boys seem
to do that," Jordon said quietly as though not wanting the other two to
hear him. I didn't tell him that until then I hadn't either. We both seemed
to leave our cocks hanging out there a moment longer as though not wanting
the moment to end but Brandon's voice brought us back to reality.  "What
you guys doing in there, checking each other out?" Duh, yeah, but I didn't
tell him that. We tucked and tied, walking out of the stall as we finished
re-clothing, joining the other boys outside.  "Hey, I got a new stroke
book, you guys wanna see it?" Brandon asked.  He got a chorus of yeah sure
so we headed off to his house.  I pretty much knew just where that was
going to lead and the butterflies started running into each other inside my
belly. I was curious about seeing Brandon's cock but I was dying to see
Jordon's.  Less than fifteen minutes later we were in Brandon's bedroom all
sitting on his carpeted floor while he slowly thumbed through the
magazine. Many of the images were in glossy color and it didn't take long
before all four of us were rubbing, tugging, or pushing on the front of our
shorts. Brandon had stopped at a full length picture of a young dark haired
guy whose full on hard cock looked to be at least 8 inches long, the fat
head shiny, probably from precum. He didn't have a speck of hair which
elicited comment from us.  "Sure makes his stuff look a lot bigger doesn't
it?" Brandon offered and we all agreed that it did. Kalama stated that he
couldn't see shaving his hairs off since he'd just started getting them and
I agreed with him while Jordon made no comment at all. When Brandon asked
him if he'd shave his off Jordon gave a slightly pained look and said that
he didn't even have any yet. That prompted some surprised looks. Getting
hairs was about the biggest deal a boy could ask for at our ages although
being able to actually make sperms was a close runner up. We commiserated
with him for a moment but our attention went quickly back to the magazine
and the immediacy of hard young cocks stuck in cramped board shorts. That
problem resolved itself shortly with Brandon laying back and unlacing his
board shorts and stuffing his hand down the front to help relieve the
pressure on his dick. Everyone followed suit, as it were, and I noticed
that Jordon's shorts looked more bulged out that the rest of us.  "Why
don't we just get undressed?" Kalama finally suggested and when I asked
when Brandon's parents were going to be home he said his mom wouldn't be
there for another few hours.  "We got plenny time to jack off." He
commented with a smile as he began shoving his clothes down. "Two or three
times if we want," he added as his hard young cock smacked against his flat
belly. The rest of us began doing the same thing, tugging clothes off in a
hurry then gazing about to check each other out, to see how we compared to
each other.  Brandon looked to be about five and a half inches long, his
uncut cock head showing through the tip of his dusky foreskin. He was at
least half Hawaiian so his dick was darker than mine or Kalama's and his
hair was black as the night. His fuzz made up a thick little patch about
three inches long at the base of his cock, but the balls hanging gently
below looked totally hairless. He causally stroked his boyhood pride and
joy as he looked around, focusing on my cock first, then Jordon's, which is
where my eyes stayed.  Like the rest of him, Jordon's cock and balls were
beautiful, and they were very white. The boy was as bald as cue ball, there
wasn't a hair in sight and since I was sitting right next to him I could
tell. However, what he lacked in fuzz he made up for in spades with his
cock. The thing looked big and we later measured it out at six and a half
inches long. Blue veins stood out along the length of the shaft and as I
said before, the circumcised head was big and almost perfect looking. His
nuts were bigger than the rest of us too, and they hung sort of low between
milky white smooth thighs, the bag slightly wrinkled at the top where it
started.  "Fucking nice cock," Brandon commented with more than a little
awe in his voice. We were sitting in a semi circle with Jordon on one end
then me, with Brandon and Kalama on the opposite end. I almost stared at
Jordon's cock before looking into his hypnotizing green eyes.  "It's
beautiful," I said softly. Then something passed between us. I couldn't
tell you what it was but something happened and Jordon smiled and lipped
"Yours too." I felt my own cock swell with pride that this Adonis had said
that he liked my cock.  "Do you make sperm yet?" Kalama asked and Jordon
nodded his head in the affirmative.  "Well then..." Brandon stated and
began slowly stroking his cock and equally slowly turning the pages of the
magazine. We were all on our knees, resting back on our haunches, rock hard
boy cocks standing proudly, straight up in the air. It was an awesome sight
to me; all of us jacking our own dicks, the feelings of being a sexy young
boy roaring through us all. At least they were for me. I cast sideways
glances at Jordon, getting peeks of his small hand wrapped around the pale
pole and sliding up and down on it. Our eyes met and we smiled at each
other as we made love to ourselves and I for one was so dying to take his
cock in my hand, my mouth, that I thought I would be the first to cum.  On
the other end Kalama began stroking with a fury, moaning as he pulled as
his balls, his eyes closed. Then he was on his knees, his jacking taking
even more speed.  "Oooohhh fuck, oooohhh fuck," he panted out in his
orgasm, his slim and small young body almost shaking. Brandon was right
behind him. The dark skinned boy went onto his back and jacked as his hips
rose off the floor. The first glob of white goo landed just above his belly
button and was followed by three more globs, smaller than the first that
sort of just plopped out of the end of his cock. He lowered his hips but
continued to stroke slowly, dragging his foreskin up over the pink hued
head of his cock. That fascinated me, the foreskin part, and I sort of
wished for a moment that I still had mine.  I turned to see Jordon almost
staring at my cock as I jacked and I knew that he wanted to touch me as bad
as I wanted to touch him but neither of us was quite ready to take the
chance. If it had only been him and me then it would have been different
but I didn't know Brandon hardly at all and I didn't want to deal with
teasing or other stuff that he might say, even though Kalama had said they
did some stuff together.  Jordon began stroking his cock a little bit
faster, still watching my cock, the other two boys watching both of us like
it was a horse race or something. I was looking at Jordon's cock too and
wishing I had it in my mouth, tasting his precum and licking on him and
stuff. That was about all it took for me. I felt my balls and my belly
tingle, then my cock got way fat in my hand, or at least it felt like
it. The tickling was almost too much and I closed my eyes for just a second
then looked down and watched my dick spit out the white globs of my
sperms. Brandon moved the magazine so I didn't squirt on it which was good
cause my cums shot about a foot or so out of my cock. I slowed down and
looked at Jordon who was smiling at me as though he was proud of what I
did. Then he went at it and all of a sudden he threw his head back and
moaned out loud and I watched, amazed as his cock started blasting big
white strands of his sperms. He shot farther than I had and made more than
Brandon did, by at least twice as much. It was incredible to watch that
beautiful boy in such ecstasy, his boy body spitting out so much of his
sperms.  "God you make a ton of cum for a bald boy," Brandon said and he
wasn't teasing Jordon at all but sounded sort of surprised and proud. "How
old are you Jordon?"  "I turned thirteen 4 months ago," Jordon said,
finally slowed his stroking but sperm still kept dribbling out of his cock
head, sliding down onto his fingers and stuff. Fuck I wanted to taste his
cum, feel it in my mouth but of course I couldn't do that; at least not
yet.  Brandon got up and grabbed a dirty t-shirt from his laundry basket
and wiped himself down then handed it to me to clean my cum off the rug and
I figured as long as I had the rag I may as well clean up Jordon's sperms
as well. When I was finished I held the shirt while he wiped his hand on it
and then without thinking I gently cleaned the residue off his cock head,
Jordon allowing me to do so. He smiled and thanked me when I was done and
we all went back to looking at the magazine again, all our cocks still hard
as stones with hands working to keep them that way.  "So, do you guys ever
suck cock?" Brandon finally asked, looking at me and Jordon. I said yes,
Jordon said no and before Brandon could horn in and take the darling cute
boy away from me I turned to Jordon.  "Its way cool, wanna try it?" I asked
him. His gorgeous eyes lit up and his smile was so sweet I wanted to kiss
him right then and there but I didn't know how the other guys might respond
to that. It's one thing to suck a cock but kissing might be an entirely
different matter all together besides I'd never kissed anyone but family
members. He nodded his head so I told him to lay down, which he did. I
knelt along side of him and stared for just a moment at the pulsing white
flesh pole in front of me. Fuck it was so hot looking and certainly the
biggest cock I'd ever seen, at least on a live boy anyhow. I leaned over
and grasped onto the moderately thick and long shaft and felt up and down
its length before leaning farther over and, pulling the pale warm upright,
placing my mouth over the head and a couple inches of the shaft. Jordon
moaned at the new feelings I created for him and I moaned softly as I
created them. I felt his hand moved across my upper thigh then the warmth
of it as he grasped onto my cock and slowly stroked on it and I moved my
legs apart to give him better access.  I heard the rustling of bodies and
turned to see Brandon and Kalama had moved into a position where they were
sucking each other's cocks.  "Wanna try that?" I asked Jordon who'd seen
the action as well. He nodded his head and I laid down beside him, my face
in line with his boy cock, his with mine. I went back to what I had been
doing, took his cock into my mouth and suckled some more, my tongue licking
at the precum that was leaking from his slit. Jordon played with my cock
and my balls for a moment as though discovering them for the first time,
which I suppose was exactly what he was doing.  I gasped when I felt the
warmth of his mouth encompass my swollen cock head and the feelings were so
intense that I renewed my efforts on Jordon's fat cock. For the first time
I noticed the odor of him, similar to what I'd detected on Kalama the night
before but more erotic somehow, much more stimulating. I didn't have much
time to revel in it however because Jordon stopped sucking and moaned out
that he was gonna squirt out. I'd wanted to taste his juices the first time
he spermed and I couldn't explain that, it was just an overwhelming feeling
that I'd had.  I stroked him a little faster and pressed my lips firmly
against the shaft just below his fat cock head and then the feelings
started in my own belly and my balls again. I didn't have time to warn the
beautiful boy that I was gonna cum cause I felt the first warm splash of
his sperm as he erupted in my mouth and my own cum entered his. I didn't
have much time to consider my own sperming as I was intent at keeping up
with the seemingly unending flow of his sperm while my ears picked up the
sounds of Kalama and Brandon living the same experience. What I did notice
however was that the beautiful boy playing on my dick didn't leave but took
my own limited offering of cum into his mouth as I had done to his. I
reflected a moment on the taste of his sperm, the texture of the viscous
liquid and decided that I liked it. Oh, maybe not enough to drink it every
day for the rest of my life but certainly enough to want to taste him from
time to time.  We rolled away from each other, still panting, and Jordon
turned around so that we were facing each other, our faces only inches
apart.  "That was so awesomely coolness," he whispered to me. He looked
over my shoulder toward the other two then leaned in and quickly kissed me
softly on the lips, two times before moving his face away from me. Fuck,
nothing ever tasted sweeter in my whole life than his kiss and that was
something I would love to taste every day for the rest of my life.  "I'm
sorry that I didn't warn you about cumming but you started squirting in my
mouth and I didn't want to miss tasting your sperms," I told him. He said
it was okay, that he wanted to drink my cum and see what it tasted like.
"Besides," he added, "you drank all of mine. Was that hard to do cuz I know
I make a lot of the stuff?" he asked with a little bit of concern in his
voice, which I thought was sweet of him to ask.  "Naw it was fine I didn't
mind it at all." He smiled at me again and said he was glad. Motion behind
me got my attention and I turned to see my cousin and Brandon coming away
from each other, both their cocks still at least half hard.  "What did you
think about that boys?" Brandon asked, the question directed more to Jordon
than me. The darling cute boy smiled and said that he thought I'd done a
pretty good job and he liked it. Then he said that he should probably be
getting home since he'd been gone all day long and his grandmother would
probably be getting worried. Kalama said we should probably get going too
and we all started getting dressed.  "You guys wanna maybe spend the night
some time, we could have lots of fun," Brandon said, rubbing his still
unclothed half hard cock. We all agreed that might be fun and agreed to
talk later that evening. The three of us left and out on the front porch
Kalama discovered that his wallet must have fallen out in Brandon's bedroom
so went back in. Jordon took that brief moment to talk only to me.  The
front area of Bandon's house was protected by hedge and a huge Avocado tree
and after casting a quick glance around Jordon leaned in and kissed me on
the lips, this time longer than before. "I really like you a lot Jace," he
said to me. "I liked being sexy with you and want to do it some more. Maybe
you can spend the night at my house sometimes, just you and me." I nodded
my head eagerly.  "I like you too Jordon," and I kissed him back. "I loved
sucking on your big cock and stuff and yeah, I'd like it to be just me and
you sometime." Kalama's footsteps coming back broke off our talk and a
moment later we were parting on the street, Jordon going to his
grandmother's and Kalama and me walking the block to his house. On the way
home Kalama said to me, "You really like that kid, don't you?" I gave him a
sort of blank look and he went on. "Come on Jace, you should see how you
look at him. And you know what; I think he likes you too." I didn't say
anything and my cousin continued. "It's cool though, you know. I'll tell
you a secret. Brandon and me are like, boyfriends you could say. We've been
being sexy together for almost six months now and we really love each other
and stuff so if you, like, feel like you really like Jordan and want to do
stuff with him, it's okay with me. I told him then what Jordon had said and
I told him that I did like the cute boy and we both wanted to be sexy
together sometime.  "That's so way cool Jace. I was worried about how it
was gonna be this summer, how Brandon and me were gonna be able to be
together and now it's gonna work out all right, it's gonna be sooo fucking
cool cause you won't be left out cause of Jordon. Awesome.

We talked more on the way home about stuff in general. My cousin told me
some more about what he and Brandon had done together, saying that the
older boy was pretty experienced and had taught Kalama a whole bunch of
stuff about being sexy with another boy. Kalama had fucked the older boy
for about a month before the little Hawaiian boy let Brandon fuck him. He
said there had been no pressure to do it and when it happened it was
awesome and didn't even hurt that much.

"I was so hot you coulda lit a match if you put it on my skin."  Kalama
laughed at his joke then went on. Kalama said he loved Brandon so much that
if the older boy was gone from him Kalama would go lolo-crazy in
Hawaiian. I told him I felt the same way about Jordon even though I'd only
known him a few hours. I shared my concern about him being with another
boy, told him my fear that Brandon would want to be with him. Kalama eased
my fears on that note stating that his boyfriend only like being sexy with
local boys.

Oh man was that a load off of my mind hearing of that. We talked about us
being with other boys a little or other boys and Kalama said Brandon would
be okay with it on a limited basis. We talked about all spending the night
at Brandon's so each couple could be alone together or maybe I could stay
at Jordon's that night. I thought it a great idea so when we got home
Kalama called Brandon and we set the deal for the following night. Brandon
went next door to have Jordon call Kalama's house and we could talk some
more. Jordon was excited as hell when he called and said he'd gotten the
okay for me to spend the night there. The plan was that Brandon's mom would
take us to a movie and bring us back then Jordon and I would go to his
grandmother's.

Jordon's grandmother was asleep when we got in from the movie the following
night so we tip toed to his room trying not to wake her. We had no sooner
closed his bedroom door than he was in my arms, holding on tightly to me
and kissing me, long and hard on the lips. Needless to say I got long and
hard.

"God I wanted to do this all night Jace. It was killing me sitting in the
movie and being so close to you and stuff and not being able to really do
anything about it."  His hands were rubbing my back as he talked then he
pulled my shirt up and put his hands on my skin underneath it.

"Me too Jordon," I answered him quietly. "I was thinking and feelin the
same way." My hands were as busy as his, first on his back, then squeezing
his tight little butt. I let my hands move around to rub at the front of
his pants, finding him stiff as a brick there and pushing on the
hardness. Jordon moaned softly and tightened his hold on me and began
kissing on my neck and causing me to shiver from the feelings. My fingers
snooped around till I found the zipper on his pants then tugged it down
until it stopped then I wormed my fingers inside and found his cock
immediately. I pressed my hand against it first then gripped it through his
underwear causing the owner to moan even louder. I let my fingers move down
a little more and felt on his balls a, cupping them a little bit before
going to the waistband of his jeans and undoing his belt then the top
button. Once undone, I pushed the flaps of his pants apart and let my hand
return inside, finding his dick to stroke and fondle it through the fabric
of his boxers.

Jordon seemed to be letting me take the lead, to do what I wanted with his
body, and since I knew that I'd had more experience than the darling cute
boy, I felt comfortable taking the lead.  So, I finally slid my hand down
inside his boxers, coming flesh to flesh with cock. I gripped the rigid
flesh, amazed at its warmth, the firmness of the shaft yet the smoothness
and softness of the skin that encased it.

"God I love your cock Jordon," I whispered huskily as I turned to him and
our lips met again in a pressured kiss. "I want to suck you," I said,
breaking away from him. I dropped to my knees and pulled his jeans and
boxers down enough to free his cock which bounded out to greet me, a single
tear in its eye. I wasted no time but pulled the shaft down and leaned my
head forward and licked at the perfect mushroom shaped head, moving my
tongue all around the edges and underneath in the really sensitive
spot. Jordon moaned out as closed my lips over the swollen tip, and he
moaned even more when I started moving my head back and forth over his,
gripping the shaft with one hand while my other one unzipped my own pants
and freed my raging cock from the tight confines of my jeans and underwear.

As I suckled Jordon I drew in the slightly gamey fragrance of his sex, a
musky odor that bordered on sweet. I was discovering that I loved it, the
smells that a boy has down there seemed to drive me onward in my quest,
much like some foods stir one on to eat more, or faster. Fuck that boy made
me so damned hot!

"Oh man Jace you gotta stop or I'm gonna squirt," he said softly, his voice
definitely deeper, a sign of his being in his own fog of hotness. I did as
he asked, looked quickly around the room and, while still on my knees,
coaxed him to step back until he was almost touching his bed. I pulled his
jeans and boxers to the floor, encouraged him to step out of them and he
did, pulling his t-shirt off while he freed his feet from his pants. I
pressed my face into his pubic bone, holding his fat cock against my cheek,
and I licked at the tender inner crease there before going lower and
licking at the heavy but soft bag o' balls. Being on my knees with my balls
sorta squashed and the waistband of my own underwear pressing against my
stiff cock became uncomfortable so I stood up, undoing and shoving the
garments down as I did so and kicking them out of the way. I tugged my own
t-shirt off then moved my body in against Jordon's, our rock hard cocks
pressed side by side into our bellies.

"I love how you feel against me Jace" Jordon said quietly in my
ear. "You're so smooth, your skin is so soft, your muscles underneath so
firm. I could stand here and hold you forever." He stepped back and we sunk
down onto the bed, laying across it sideways still pressed together. We
began kissing, which started out as little pecks on the lips, the cheeks
and stuff but progressed into a wide open mouth kiss with our tongues going
into each other's mouths and feeling each other's teeth and gums and
tongues. Somehow we both reached between our bodies and grabbed onto the
other's cock at the same time. I jerked when he touched me there, grasping
onto me and feeling up and down the shaft, the warmth of his hand seemingly
warmer than my cock. I loved having my cock touched but having Jordon touch
me somehow made it even sexier, hotter.

"I want to put your cock in my mouth too Jace," he said and I nodded my
head. He gently pushed me onto my back and went straight down to the object
of his desire. I jumped slightly as he licked on my cock head like I had
done to him, cleaning off the leaking precum that I knew from experience
would be there. He had a firm grip on my cock as his mouth slipped down
over the head and his lips closed on it. Fuck, the warmth of his mouth felt
so good on my cock. I loved it some times when, after I cummed, I would use
a warm washcloth to clean myself off, just lying back on my bed and laying
the hot cloth across my cock and balls. I always had to push on it after a
second or two, grabbing my stuff through the cloth and pushing more heat
through my balls and my still hard dick.

I felt the warmth of Jordon's mouth as it slid down onto my shaft then
moved back up to the head, his hand slowly moving on my shaft as though he
was trying to coax my sperm up out of my balls so he could drink it. It
took about thirty seconds of that before I was ready to squirt and I told
him so. We had both already cummed twice that day and I was still young
enough to think that the faucet couldn't possibly run forever, that at some
point in any given day, the fluid had to stop. Keeping that in mind I
didn't want to cum quite yet, hoping to make the feelings from playing
around last as long as possible. I had no concept of the word foreplay at
that age.

"Wanna suck on em together like we did this afternoon at Brandon's?" I
suggested. Jordon thought that was a great idea. "Wanna try something
different?" I asked him. He nodded his head so I moved over him, my cock
and balls hanging in his beautiful face, a fact that he commented on.

"Gosh it looks cool Jace, your balls hanging like apples above my face and
your cock pointing down like that." He went right to work, pulling my cock
down to his mouth then licking all over the head before taking it into his
mouth and sucking it. For awhile, Jordan would do to me mostly whatever I
did to him, mimicking my actions. It wouldn't take long before he
experimented on his own.

For my part I was sucking on his cock and licking across the top of his
balls, moving them all around with my tongue. I couldn't get over how big
Jordan was, his balls and his cock, yet how smooth and hairless he was. I
really think it did make his stuff look bigger. A weird feeling went
through my balls and brought me back to reality and I realized that Jordan
was sucking them. Then he licked the underside of the bag and I about went
nuts.

"Gosh Jordan that tickles like crazy," I told him. He stopped doing it long
enough to say "good" then went back to doing what he was doing. I went back
to sucking on his fat cock and stroking on it and before long he long he
was moaning out that he was gonna squirt out. I really wanted to watch him
cum so I rolled off of him and turned around, lying down with my head next
to his dick. I leaned back over him and took the cock head back into my
mouth and began sucking and jacking. It didn't take long.

"Oh shit Jace I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum." I took my head away just in
time. I felt the shaft thicken in my hand and I stroked him faster. Jordon
thrust his hips in the air as his cock blasted out a long white jet of boy
sperm that landed just about his belly button. I put my head down and
licked it off of him while watching his cock so the next squirt hit me in
the nose and the next one my lips. I opened my mouth and moved closer
hoping to catch the next shot but it landed just short while the last few
only drizzled out his piss slit and down onto my thumb. I kept slowly
stroking him, milking the last of his juice from the chubby tube in my
hand. I looked up and him and he laughed at the sight of his sperm on my
face, slowly dripping downward. I licked his cum from my lip, wiped the
rest from my nose then scooped the rest from his belly and rolled onto my
back alongside of him, slathered his sperm all over my cock and started to
jack off using his cum as a lube.

"Let me do that Jace," he said eagerly so I moved my hand Jordan took over,
sliding his hand up over the slippery head of my cock and basically driving
me wild. And I came. And quick.

"Oh fuck off the head off the head Jordy," I moaned and my whole body went
stiff as I squirted three big drops of gooey cum out onto my panting
belly. Jordan kept on stroking my even after the show was over in the hopes
of urging more stuff but my balls weren't planning on co-operating with
him. He finally stopped, grabbed a dirty shirt and wiped us off then moved
back up along side of me. He leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips
then lay down and snuggled in close to me, one leg draped over mine. His
head resting on my shoulder. We were quiet a moment while my breathing
returned back to normal.

"That was pretty cool Jace," Jordan whispered. "You looked funny with my
sperms dripping off your face.  And you called my Jordy. Nobody called me
that since I was little."

"Oh man Jordan," I said and turned to look at him. "I'm sorry if I called
you that, I mean I didn't know and just felt sort of, I dunno, natural
like." He smiled at me and said,

"No, it's okay Jace. I kinda like hearing it when you say it. It's like
maybe it's your special nickname for me." He kissed me again then lay his
head back down and snuggled back up to me.

"I like being like this with you Jace. It feels comfortable, natural like."
He was quiet for a moment then went on. "Back home I didn't have anybody. I
mean, I had friends of course but not like, a girlfriend or anything.  All
the boys our age are always talking about girls, wanting to go out with
them and do stuff with them like kissing em and playing with their titties
and stuff. I don't want that. I don't want a girlfriend and I definitely
don't want to be sexy with one. Like today, looking at the pictures in
Brandon's book. I wasn't looking at the women at all but I was sure
interested in the guys. Gosh I loved looking their big cocks and balls and
seeing their sperms and stuff

"I think I've always liked other boys, wanted to play with them, be around
em and stuff. I like how boys look, I like the kinds of things that we
do. I think boys are way sexier than girls any day. I've never messed
around with another boy, not ever. Today was the first time and it was the
first time that I really wanted to mess around too, I mean with someone
specific, you know what I mean?"

"I know exactly what you mean Jordan," I told him. "I'm pretty much the
same as you are. I never had a girl friend and don't want one. I think the
biggest difference is that I've messed around a little bit with other boys
my age, like my cousin and stuff, but I never had a boyfriend or someone I
really liked a lot until when I saw you. I can't explain it but when I saw
you my heart just went wild and I liked you right away and I knew I wanted
to be sexy with you." Jordan sat up.

"Really Jace, you really mean that?" he asked looking intently into my
eyes, "Cause that's how I felt too, just like you're sayin."

I nodded my head. "Yeah Jordy, I really mean it. That's exactly how I
felt." He hugged me tightly then laid back down.

"I'm so happy to hear of that Jace."

Despite being horny young boys we were quiet long enough that we sort of
drifted off to sleep like that, in each other's arms. I couldn't believe I
was so incredibly happy.  I woke in the middle of the night, chilled, and
got up to pull the blankets up over us. I managed to get Jordan awake
enough to get him under the covers where he huggled back up to me and we
went back to sleep until morning.