Date: Sat, 19 Feb 2011 16:44:28 -0800 (PST)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Harris Falls In Love III

I want to thank a group of my fans who insisted I get another chapter
done. It was that insistence that sparked me to think about how I wanted to
go about it and thus, the first scene was developed. I hope you like
it. There will be no more chapters; this is the end of it so you'll have to
make do with what ya got. N-Joi

Hugs,
Tag

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He was lying face down on the bed; his bottom leg bent slightly, his top
leg bent at the knee and brought up toward his head. He wasn't on his
slender little belly exactly because his upper body was sort of resting
against the knee on that top leg I just mentioned. His head lay on a deep
blue pillow case and his platinum blonde was quite a contrast to its darker
surroundings. I could only see the side of his pale beautiful face, one eye
slightly open, but what I saw reflected a contented bliss.

I was lying spooned up behind him, my body almost completely parallel to
his, like a shadow. My top leg rested on his, my chest pressed against his
back and my face was right behind his ear. I took turns kissing his neck or
nibbling at his ear while my left arm curved under his neck and draped
across that shoulder. My right arm draped over his side and across his
chest where he was holding my hand in both of his against his heart.

"It was hot seeing you fuck another boy Harris," he said softly.

"Was it now," I asked him, moving my hips again.

He nodded his head, moaning an "mmmmhhmmmm," as if he was savoring the
memory, experiencing the event again.

"I'm glad you liked it," I said, my voice blowing into his ear, a hot spot
that I'd discovered a couple hours earlier. As my voice ended I moved a
little faster and thrust the last 3inches of cock as deep into Wyatt's
tight butt as it could possibly go given the position we were in. His eyes
opened wide and he inhaled sharply and gulped, blinked his beautiful eyes
once and coughed. It was a classic "caught by surprise" expression.

"Oh Jesus you fill me up," he said, jamming the words together like rear
ender's at a stop light. "Yeah I did like it but not as much as I like this
right now," he said as I withdrew from him rather slowly until my cock head
was ready to be squished out of him, then moved back inside. I wasn't
really driving into him yet, wasn't going fast at all or hard. I maintained
a; slow on the out take, and a little faster on the thrust motion, but just
a little. It was producing a nice steady flow of juices and hormones with
little sharp peaks mixed in with less sharp and spiky feelings.

We had been lying there like that, fucking, for a good 15 minutes or
more. I was building up slowly, dragging it out, trying to keep Wyatt at
the "wanting" stage for awhile before he hit the "demanding" stage. I had
already fucked his tender little butt once and he fucked me once since we
had gone off by ourselves and both bouts had been hot and furious and loud.

"I think it's getting time for you to fuck me harder Harris," Wyatt
said. He'd turned his head back to have eye contact with me and as soon the
words were out of his mouth and his head turned back toward the front, his
tight little body was beginning to move. It wasn't far though; Wyatt moved
more onto his side, angled his upper body away from mine and put his top
leg backwards over my hip. I moved so that one of my legs was now between
his and I didn't have his bubble butt in my way, not that I minded it you
understand, but it gave me a little more cock to get inside of his
body. The position also gave me access to Wyatt's cock, which I took
advantage off by grasping onto and slowly stroking.

I picked up speed a little, driving my cock in and out of him with a little
more pressure. My brain went back to after the circle jerk, after we'd all
squirted.

Wyatt and I moved back onto the sofa, he sitting down and me straddling his
lap and leaning forward to plant my mouth against his, reveling in the soft
sensual flesh, the gentle movement of his lips against mine.

"So, I said quietly, staring into his magnificent eyes after I pulled my
face back a little, "You want to use Jaren's bedroom, get away from this
mob?" He nodded his head, his eyes locked onto mine.

"Yeah, I do Harris." I told him I needed to take a shower first and he
agreed. "If I'm gonna suck your cock, which I plan on doing, I don't want
to taste lube and ass." I couldn't agree more. I got off his lap, extended
my hand to pull him up, and did so with enough force that he went into my
arms. It was the first time I got to hold the boy. And I really liked
it. We let go after a second and headed toward Jaren's bedroom and his
bathroom, passing BB and Digger as they came out. Jaren was right on their
tail, running a towel over his body.

"There's towels in my cupboard," he said as he passed then stopped and
turned. "Oh," in a conspiratorial tone, "there's some lube pressed down
between the mattress and the head board." He paused then smiled and said,
"If you need it that is. And try not to cum everything up" That said he
headed out of the room, pulling the door closed behind him.

"Come on Harris," Wyatt said, pulling on my hand, "The sooner we get
showered the sooner we get into bed." He tugged me into the bathroom
although tugging wasn't necessary because I was more than willing to go. We
got the water going, climbed in, and started the process.

Now, I'd taken showers with plenty of boys but that was in school or
swimming pool showers with plenty of room. In Jaren's bathroom it was just
me and Wyatt in a rather small walk in area although not packed really. The
point is there was plenty of body rubbing against each other which I found
really sexy and I started to bone up right off the bat.

"Want me to wash you Harris?" There was a novel idea and since I loved
having the boy touch me I said sure. Touch me he did, every single square
inch of skin. Wyatt didn't miss a thing and I discovered a bunch of hot
spots although some of them had been warms spots when it touched them. When
he soaped my asshole and rubbed his fingers across the wrinkled muscle I
thought I was gonna die. When he ran his fingers back and forth in my
crotch and sort of touched or cupped my nuts under there my knees got weak
and I actually moaned.

"Feels good doesn't it," he asked in a soft, silky voice. My response was
fuck yeah. Afterwards I washed Wyatt and somewhere in that mix we ended up
holding each other's soapy body, our rock hard cocks mashed side by side
between our bellies. Needless to say a little rubbing started.

"Oh my gosh, this could be fun," I exclaimed as a shock wave of feeling
shot through my body.

"I think so too but first I want the real deal," my young lover said, his
hands on my butt, pulling me to him. After a few more bumps and grinds we
separated, rinsed off and headed for the bed. We didn't really do anything
for awhile but just lay there, kissing tenderly, talking, and rubbing on
each other's back and down onto the others' butt.

"I've never felt like this for another boy Wyatt," I told him. "I've never
really even considered sex with another boy other than maybe a quick cock
sucking. Now I'm wondering if I'm gay or something." I kissed him again,
stayed a little longer but nothing really heavy. As an adult the term
pansexual would come into being, or at least into my being, and I'd have a
more clear understanding of what I had been feeling for that beautiful
boy. I loved him, pure and simple.

"Would it really matter if you were gay or not," Wyatt asked me. "I mean,
if you loved a person so much that you wanted to be with them all the time,
maybe even forever, would it really matter if it was a boy or a girl?" I
had to admit that he was right, at least about that part. Of course the
other part was what would my parents think; how would they act? What about
my grandparents, aunts uncles and cousins? What about all my friends at
school?

"I guess not when you put it like that but it would still be scary as
shit," I said. Wyatt responded with

"Amen." He moved one leg up to rest on mine and my hand automatically went
down to his butt and rubbed on it.

"Goddamn I love your ass Wyatt," I whispered to him. He said he was
glad. We kissed and rubbed for a little bit then he pushed me onto my back
and began kissing my neck. I shivered at the new feelings; feelings that
caused me to want to move away but also to hold his head tight to me in
order to keep kissing there. Wyatt didn't stay there long but moved
downward, kissing my chest as he moved toward a nipple.

Before he went any further Wyatt threw one leg over one of mine so that his
raging hard cock was pressed against my thigh. The move also allowed one of
my hands to move down his back and onto the closest globe of his fine tight
butt. Once he felt secured in place he moved his head over and took a
swiping lick at my nipple. I had not tried anything with that particular
part of my body because it didn't seem likely that they were worth spending
any time on. I found out a moment later that I'd been quite wrong about
that.

After 3 or 4 swipes with his tongue Wyatt placed his soft lips over it and
began to suckle. I heard myself gasp as a little electric shock shot out
from nipple and through my chest. I never knew that little nubbin was so
sensitive. I wondered what it would be like to suck on one of Wyatt's but
another electric jolt caused me to focus on what was being done to me,
although that didn't last long either. He took his lips away but licked at
it a few more times then moved over to the other nipple and we both went
through the same thing all over again. All the while he was gently pushing
his cock against me, grinding it into my thigh while my own hard cock
pressed against his rib cage.

I still had one hand on his back and the other gently rubbing its finger
through his silky soft hair as he moved away from the second nipple and
began kissing and licking his way down my belly. He got to where my cock
head had been laying and got busy cleaning up the precum that had leaked
out there, his tongue also grazing against the side of the swollen head. As
he moved, Wyatt kept my leg trapped between his so that his cock had
something firm to press against as he moved. I didn't try to stop him cuz I
understood that need. It was tough having a rock hard cock and not doing
something with it. It was weird in a way though cuz as he moved I could
feel his balls hanging down against the side of my leg, dragging along as
he moved.

Wyatt finally got to where his head was along side my stuff. There, he used
the side of his head to move my dick out of the way while he kissed back
and forth across my pubic bone and then into my hairs which he also nuzzled
and tugged at with his lips. All the while his left hand continued to rub
up and down, side to side and sometimes in circles on my upper body and
then my belly.

The anxiety was beginning to build in my stomach too, the closer he got to
my cock, to my balls but still, he didn't touch them, at least not with his
fingers. He continued to kiss downward. He finally moved off of my leg then
pushed it out father. He pushed his face into my crotch, moved my balls to
the side and kissed in the crease between my thigh and my sac. I'd had no
idea how sensitive that area was and why would I; no one had put their face
in there before. I wondered briefly how Wyatt knew all this stuff, knew
about all those sensitive spots on a boys' body. I really didn't want to
think about him doing this stuff with another boy, it kinda hurt my heart
but then another bunch of feelings shot through my body and I forgot about
it.

He kissed and then he licked in there, eventually moving over onto my sac
and began kissing and licking there, moving my balls around with his mouth,
his tongue, grabbing the soft skin in his lips and tugging it. Then he
moved back upward a little and started licking at the base of my cock. He
had his head turned sideways and while I couldn't see him do it, he took my
cock in his teeth and bit down. It wasn't enough to hurt at all but
actually felt good. He kissed and licked his way up the shaft and licked at
the sensitive underside of the head, licking all along the ridge. Then his
hand touched me.

It started with my balls, his fingers wrapping around the sac of eggs. I
inhaled sharply at the warmth that his body created in that ultra sensitive
area. I wondered for a second if all boys' balls were as sensitive as mine
were. He pulled down on the sac which caused my cock to rise which gave him
room to lick all over that one side of the head and up over the gently
curving tip. Like a mother cat he began to clean me, to lick off the sticky
precum that had been leaking like a damned faucet since he'd started
working on me. Once he decided that I was clean enough he put his mouth
over the head and started to suck my cock.

Despite all the de-sensitizing stuff that he'd done to me I still felt a
jolt of pleasure as the heat from our contact spread down through my dick
and back up through my groin. At the other end, Wyatt's hand was playing
with my balls, gripping heavy bag, moving his fingers and thumb. Sometimes
he would heft and tug, sometimes he'd just move his digits as if his
fingers were exploring the soft terrain, but all the while his head was
moving up and down on my cock, his tongue twirling around the head. I
figured that when he stopped it was mostly because his mouth got sore. My
cock is fairly thick, a mouthful, and I can attest to how filling it is.

He finally did stop and immediately moved down between my legs. He licked
at my balls again but only for a moment before holding them up and licking
the underside of the sac, licking down along that little seam of flesh that
all boys have. I always wondered what that was for, if anything and
discovered that it is mostly for pleasure. As an adult I would learn that
its nickname is `taint because it `taint asshole and it `taint the vagina.

Regardless of its name it felt good when Wyatt licked it. "Pull your legs
back Harris," the boy commanded in his fog of hotness voice, deeper than
usual. I did as he asked, pulling from behind the knees and opening myself
up to him. A second later his tongue went to work. I thought I was going to
die.

Sure I knew that my asshole was sensitive. I'd run my fingers over it
before when I was up in a fog of hotness or when I showered. It felt
good. It felt good when I took a particularly large dump too but I'd never
considered licking it. I mean after all, look what it did. Wyatt changed
all that in a New York second. It was hard to believe that he was licking
me there but harder to believe that it could feel so fucking good. I heard
myself moan as he pressed his tongue against the little hole as if trying
to get inside me. He licked over everything, exploring the area completely
then licked up that little seam to my balls and licked at the underside of
them, pushing them up farther than where they already rested. When he went
back down to my hole again his hand snaked between my legs and began
playing with my cock, squeezing and stroking.

"Fuck Wyatt you're gonna make me cum," I panted out. That seemed to break
the spell. Not the spell of hotness but what he was doing. He moved back
and I let my legs down and the boy moved back on top of me and mashed his
lips against mine, shoving his tongue into my mouth, his hands wrapped
around my head and holding me tightly. Our cocks were side by side, mashed
between our bellies and my hands were rubbing on his back and down onto his
delicious butt, kneading the mounds, pulling them apart. God I loved that
boys' ass.

When Wyatt broke the kiss he rested his head on my shoulder. He had been
doing all the work since we hit the bed and I wanted to return the favor, I
also wanted to just plain do stuff so I held on to him and rolled onto our
sides. He neck looked so inviting that I leaned down and kissed him in the
soft crook. That was when I discovered that it was a hot spot for the
boy. Later on I would learn that it was one of mine too. So I kissed him
there, sucked on his neck a little but not trying to give him a hickey or
anything. Wyatt shivered and moaned, scrunched his head down as if to get
me out of there but at the same time pulled my head more tightly to him.

"Oh fuck that feels so good Harris," he moaned. I moved my head and for
whatever reason decided to blow in his ear and that cause another sharp
reaction along with a moan. I sort of licked at his ear too and that seemed
to get him even more hotted up. I kinda wanted to do some of the things to
Wyatt that he'd done to me. I figured if it felt good to me it would to
him, besides they way he'd gone about it made me think he'd done it
before. I mean, I really didn't think that he'd just discovered all that
shit by accident.

So, I sucked on one of his nipples and got some moans then moved to his
crotch and licked around his balls a little bit. I kinda wanted to just
look at him cuz his body was so sweet and tender. His boy stuff seemed big
for his body size, based on boys I'd seen in showers since I was 13. Wyatt
wasn't that big of a boy; if he weighed more than 115 pounds I'd have been
surprised. As I said before, his dick was probly 6 inches long and the sac
of balls that hung below it seemed kind of big. Maybe that was because
there wasn't a lick of hair on em; the skin pulled out smooth from the
weight of the eggs inside. Looking at them hanging there, resting against
his body made me want to lick and suck em even more.

I put my face back in there and put my lips against the against his flesh,
exploring soft warmth of it, then kissed around them, letting my lips
really feel them. Then they moved and I knew that Wyatt was playing with
his cock, slowly stroking it. I could understand that. Having a hard cock
and not doing something with it was really tough.

I pulled my head back and began exploring Wyatt's stiff shaft with my
mouth, doing what he had done to me and sort of gripping it in my lips. It
was weird to me how the skin itself was so soft but covered such a firm
piece of flesh. Cocks were a mystery to me, a mystery that I loved and
loved to explore. I took my mouth away, took hold of him with my hand and
pulled him upright then lowered my face and closed my mouth down over him.

I said it before; I'd sucked on a few cocks in my lifetime although not
tons of them. Sucking on Wyatt's cock was entirely different to me and I'd
guess that it was because of how I felt about its owner. I moved my head up
and down, allowing my tongue to explore the silky soft head when my head
was at the end of it, and letting my tongue rest as I lowered my head and
took as much of him into my mouth as I could. I really wanted to please the
boy, I wanted him to know from my sucking him how much I liked him. When I
started sucking him I let my hand drop down to further explore his sperm
makers, letting my fingertips rub and feel the softness of his bag. I
gently squeezed them, tugged slightly on them and let the pads my fingers
trill on them, kind of like you do with your fingers on a table top or
something when you're bored. Starting with a little finger then dropping
the rest of them one after another over and over again. From my right ear I
could hear Wyatt moaning softly as I worked on him and that just encourage
me all the more. I let my head rest on his flat belly, his breathing
causing it to rise and fall.

And then, in the midst of it all I suddenly wanted to fuck the boy. Maybe
part of it was the fact that my rock hard cock was being pressed into the
mattress and I'd been slowly pushing my hips to and fro. I don't know but
all of a sudden I just wanted to fuck him, wanted to feel the tightness of
his hole gripping my dick, wanted to feel the warmth of his young body as
it enveloped my most sensitive body part. Maybe it was because I'd just
fucked my first boy no more than half an hour before so the memory of that
was still really fresh. I don't know. What was most amazing was Wyatt felt
the same thing at the same time.

"Oh man Harris, I really want you to fuck me; really bad." Reluctantly on
some level, I let go of everything and rolled off to the side of him. His
eyes were half closed, a sign that I'd recognized in my self and other boys
that he was in the hot zone, that place where you're so horny to cum that
you'd do just about anything anybody suggested if it had to do with your
dick, with sex.

Wyatt rolled to the other side and reached down between the mattress and
the headboard and pulled out a small bottle that turned out to be lube. The
adorably beautiful boy didn't waste a moments time but poured some on his
fingers, reached behind himself and slathered his puckered little butt hole
with the stuff.

"You better use your fingers at first Harris, to get my hole loosened up a
little bit cuz it's gonna hurt when you put that monster cock in my ass."
Yeah, I figured that it wasn't going to be a simple walk in the park, not
like putting a finger in there, or a screw driver handle or anything. Oh
shit, I just gave something away didn't I. Wyatt seemed to stop and think
for a moment then said, "I think when I have you go inside of me I want to
be able to control it so I think I'll have you just lay on your back and
I'll kneel over you and lower myself down. Since I'm gonna do that maybe I
could get into position like that and maybe you can like, suck on my cock
while you finger fuck me." I was trying to get a visual of that but simply
nodded my head.

Wyatt swung a leg up and over me but leaned forward and kissed me hard,
smashing his lips against mine. He broke the kiss long enough to tell me to
go ahead then went back to kissing me. I reached down between his legs,
felt his balls graze across the underside of my wrist as I maneuvered my
hand until my fingers felt his hole. I moved my middle finger up to the
puckered little muscle and slipped it inside of his tight little ass just
as pretty as you please.

Wyatt broke our kiss to moan then let his head drop down along side mine,
resting on my shoulder, he face toward me. "God I love how that feels
Harris." He began kissing my neck and I quickly discovered why he had
reacted the way he did when my lips were grazing his neck. It sent a shiver
ripping through my body like a runaway locomotive. I wanted to push him
away but I wanted him to stay, to keep up the stimulation. I was pushing my
finger in and out of him a little harder but I can't explain why. Wyatt had
reached down between his legs and grasped on to my dick and with an
underhand grip was stroking me.

"Put another finger in," he commanded. I had to stop my other hand from
rubbing on him so I could concentrate but after a little wiggling and
squirming I managed as second finger although it was a little more
difficult to finger fuck him. Still, he moaned loudly when it went in. I
wiggled my fingers back and forth as if I were trying to tickle his insides
and my other hand. Then I went back to rubbing on him and even going so far
as to snake around his butt cheek to sort of feel where our bodies were
connected. It felt weird.

"Can you get lube on your dick using just one hand Harris?" I said I could
try then Wyatt said that he'd do it if I just poured the stuff in his
hand. Between us I got some in his hand and he moved it in between our
bodies again then got the hand wrapped around my dick and stroked me a
couple of time causing me to moan from the intensity of the feelings.

"I'm going to sit up but I want you to keep your fingers in my ass. I'm
going to hold your cock up then lower myself until your cock head is right
up close. When I tell you to I want you to take your fingers out and I'm
going to just sit on your cock enough to get the head inside me. It'
probably gonna hurt cuz you got such a big one but I'll just stay there and
not move until my asshole adjusts to it. Okay?" I nodded my head and said
okay.

He sat up and since I couldn't really see what was going on I just stared
at his boys stuff. His cock was standing almost straight up, proud and firm
in front of his flat tummy. The tip of it was red, like mine got sometimes
when I was so hard I thought the skin was gonna rip open like an overripe
cherry. Sneaking out around it at the base were some downy looking pale
hairs and underneath hung his balls. Goddamn I loved looking at Wyatt's
balls. I don't know why and I guess I don't really care.

I felt his fingers take hold of my dick and pull it upright then his body
lower again. He wasn't looking at me or anything in particular I don't
think. He was just doing things by feel, concentrating on making sure it
was right. I felt my cock head touch the back of my hand. I hadn't stopped
what I was doing but had kept moving my fingers in and out of him, trying
to keep him in hotness mode.

"Ok Harris I'm almost ready," he said and I could hear the tension in his
higher pitched voice. "Okay, now." He said. I pulled my fingers out and
immediately cupped his swaying nuts, felt my cock head pass through his
muscle. I didn't need to ask how it felt because the expression on his face
said it all.

It was like a shock, maybe of cold water. His mouth fell open and he
inhaled really sharply. His eyes rolled backwards for a second then his
face sort of squinched up in pain as an "aahhhhhh" came out of his
mouth. He didn't move and neither did I. In fact I was holding my breath. I
grabbed the lube and poured a little bit on his cock then grasped onto it
and slowly stroked my closed fist back and forth over the head. He told me
later that the first couple of moves didn't help at all but then his brain
registered the intense feeling that I was creating in his favorite body
part and it actually helped take his mind off of the baseball bat that was
sticking out of his ass. He stayed there like that, eyes closed, trying to
relax and breathe while I pulled my hand back out from under him and
checked out my fingers to make sure there wasn't anything on them. Then,
for some reason, I sniffed them then put my hand back down and cupped his
hanging nuts.

Wyatt finally started to move, slowly, letting his weight settle until I
had to take my hand out from under his balls and allow the orbs to settle
onto my belly in a puddle of loose skin.  He had taken his hand away about
half way down and had put both of them behind him, resting on my upper
thighs, bracing himself so that he didn't just plunge my cock up his
ass. Can't say as I blame him there. Once he was seated he moved his hands
to the front, resting them against my sides with his thumbs on my outer
edges of my belly.

"Jesus fucking Christ you fill me up Harris," he said quietly, practically
panting.  There wasn't much I could say in response so I didn't. What I did
do is reach down behind him so I could explore where my body went inside of
his. My fingers felt on the base of my shaft and onto my balls then up to
touch the rim of his asshole.

"It feels kinda weird Wyatt."

"Do you like it; does it feel good to you, having your cock inside me?"

"Oh man Wyatt," I said softly, "It feels fucking great." And it did. I
mean, it had been great having my cock up BB's ass because it was my first
time of having my cock inside a tight warm place. Being inside of Wyatt was
different somehow. Maybe it was cuz I was able to see his beautiful face
which made him a person and not just a hole. I could see BB's face when I
fucked him but maybe it's cuz I was so close to it. Maybe it was cuz there
were 2 or 3 other boys in the mix with us and right then, with Wyatt it was
just him and me. I didn't know and didn't care. I knew that I loved where I
was at that moment and who I was with.

Wyatt leaned down slowly, putting his hand on the bed so he didn't have to
use his abs, the rested his forearms on the bed next to me. He lowered his
head and kissed me again. This time it wasn't a lips mashing kiss but
something more soft and gentle. Our tongues still fought, just not
roughly. He pulled his face back a little bit so that we could look into
each others eyes and I could resist putting my hand up and gently rubbing
his smooth pale face.

"Gosh you are so fucking awesome Wyatt," I said quietly and heard my voice
catch as I said it. I would figure it out a moment later. I loved Wyatt, it
was that simple.

"I think it's time to fuck," he said and wiggled his little ass a bit then
sat upright. He placed his hands on my chest for balance then started to
raise his butt and then lower it. I reached around his arms and put my
hands on his hips as if to guide him, although he didn't need
guidance. Actually it was so I could feel like it was more supportive of
him that just laying there with my hands on the bed.

The adorable young teen got a little bit of rhythm going and I could tell
by his face that he was getting back up in a fog of hotness. He finally
raised his upper body all the way up and began using his knees to rise and
fall on my cock. I started to use my hips as well, helping to fuck him so
that Wyatt didn't have to do all the work. Still he eventually tired, said
his legs were getting sore.

"How about if you fuck me Harris?" I asked him what did he want me to do,
pull out of him so he could move. He did, but then he didn't. He didn't
really want me out of him.

"Can you sit up," he asked and I said sure, although it wasn't the easiest
thing in the world to do. "Mmmm, I kinda like this," he said after I was up
and our faces were close to each other. We kissed again, but now my hands
were all over his back, rubbin and huggin him. After breaking the kiss he
moved his body off to one side so that he could uncurl his leg and once one
was out straight, he did the other side. I had moved my hands down onto his
narrow little butt and then under the cheeks to help boost him. While I was
there I felt on my balls a little bit and again felt around where my cock
was lodged in his ass.

"You like how that feels don't you?" I nodded my head and said I did. He
leaned forward again and pressed his upper body against mine. "God this
feels so good, holding you like this and having your big cock in my
ass. His head was resting on my shoulder and I moved one hand up to rub his
head, to hold his pretty little head as if holding a child.

"Me too," I said quietly but again I felt my heart lurch with feelings and
once again I thought about what it meant; that I was feeling love. I loved
Wyatt, I loved being with him. I'd had crushes on girls before, those
secret feelings that make your heart feel like it's swelling up, feelings
that you don't tell anybody else about but think about all the time,
especially in bed, in the dark. And the feelings weren't about sex. Well,
at least most of the time it wasn't about sex. It was about being with that
person, just hanging out, maybe not even talking. And right then, with
Wyatt, it wasn't just about sex. Sure I had my fat hard cock rammed up his
ass but it wasn't just about that, it was much more than that. Then he
brought me out of my reverie by moving his upper body back away from me.

"Can you hold me and lower me backwards onto my back?"

"Should we turn so your head can be on a pillow?"

"That would be nice." So I began maneuvering, tucking my legs in and
getting, first one and then the other underneath my butt so I had some
leverage. As I rose up it caused Wyatt's full weight to rest on my
lap. That, in turn, caused him to inhale sharply again as my cock bottomed
out inside of him.

"Fuuuuck," he whispered and held me tighter. I got onto my haunches and
then to my knees, my hands under his cheeks to hold him in place, then
turned around and slowly bent forward to lower him back down onto the bed.

"You're so strong Harris," he whispered into my ear. "I could never do
that." Once he was flat on the bed I lifted his legs up and held them back
a little. I was still on my knees so the movement allowed me a full visual
of where we were connected. I pulled out slowly, mesmerized by the sight of
my cock moving out of him until the rim of the head started to show. As it
moved back inside of him I figured that by the time my balls were resting
against his body the head of my dick would be somewhere behind his belly
button. I wondered how that felt, having a cock inside of you like that and
not just any cock but a big one like mine.

I stayed like that, slowly fucking him for a good 3-4 four minutes. He
finally said to move his legs up and let them rest against his shoulders. I
didn't need to be told what to do; I leaned forward and put my hands on the
bed, not quite even with his shoulders but almost. His limberness amazed
me. From where I was I could drive almost straight down into him and that's
exactly what I did.

I could tell you that I was incredible. I could tell you it was awesome. I
could tell you it was the most unforgettable experience I'd ever had and
while all of those statements were true, they still didn't fully describe
what it was like.

I began fucking the boy in a steady medium paced rhythm, pulling about half
way out of him then moving back inside. About every 4th or 5th round trip I
stopped and held myself pressed as tightly against him as possible for a
moment, maybe wiggled my ass a little then start it again. I even moved my
butt from side to side while I was plunging into him, going in at a
slightly different angle which created differed pressures on my cock and
inside his butt and that created some different kinds of feelings. Wyatt
rested his hands on my forearms as I plunged into him, his face a mix of
pain, pleasure, and bliss although he wasn't in any pain. He started
breathing faster and occasionally his breath caught and a surge of feelings
took control of his body for a brief moment.

"Ooohh God Harris," he moaned. I started to pick up speed and then I went
faster. I felt myself slamming my cock into him causing him to grunt loudly
each time I bottomed out in him. I hear my balls smacking against his flesh
and I would wonder afterwards why it hadn't hurt cuz they really took a
beating.

"Oh God Harris, harder," Wyatt cried out and I did my best. By that time I
was almost all the way out of him before I drove back down. Wyatt reached
up and pulled my head down and smashed his lips into mine so hard that my
teeth scratched the inside of my lip. I fucked the boy hard, slammed into
him harder; ground my ass some more then slammed into him again. And then
all of a sudden I was there.

By that time of my life I'd been a sperming boy for over 4 years. I went
through a little period where I jacked off at least once a day, often times
twice a day. I went through another period where I'd tease myself for a
half hour or longer, bringing myself to the very edge of cumming then
slowing things down and working myself back up into a frenzied fog of
hotness. I knew my body pretty well but not that time.

"Aaggggghhhhhh," I bellowed out as I squirted. "Ahhhhhh fuuuuuuuuck," I
almost screamed as I squirted again and then again.

"Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck," Wyatt cried out below me. I felt his asshole
constrict against my cock each time he squirted and I swear to all that's
holy I came again and I don't mean just the squirting part but those
feeling in your cock when you first cum.

"Holy fucking shit," I heard someone say behind us but I didn't pay much
attention. I kept hammering into the hole below me, so hard that I was sure
that my pubic bone and Wyatt's crotch were going to be bruised from force
of our bodies slamming together.

I finally stopped squirting but it didn't stop me from fucking although I
did slow down considerably. I continued to move at a slow steady rate,
wanting to keep some kind of good feelings going for both of us.

"Fuck that is so hot looking you guys," I heard Jeron say as he came along
side the bed. Digger was with him, the two of them having apparently just
been fucked on the living room floor I found out later.

"How was it Wyatt?" Jeron asked. Then I felt his hand feeling on my
balls. "Goddamn you got some nuts Harris. Dude your sperm is leaking out
around your dick." He gave my balls another little squeeze then let his
hand roam up across my hole and onto my back. Wyatt hadn't even bothered to
answer the original question since Jeron hasn't shut up.

"Well, so much for a private moment," Wyatt said and pulled my head back
down for another kiss.

"I need to let my legs down Harris," my young lover said after we broke the
kiss.

"We're gonna go take a shower," Jeron said then he and Digger headed into
the bathroom. I started to back off and Wyatt said he didn't want me to
come out of him yet so I stayed on my knees and let his legs down to a
manageable level.

"Do you think you can get me back onto your lap?" I said I could but there
were a couple of ways I could go about it so I chose one then began the
process of getting into a sitting position with my legs sprawled out along
side of him. Of course that way bent my dick down quite a bit but then
Wyatt's legs went flat too so it wasn't too bad. We grasped each others
wrists and I pulled him up and back into a sitting position, my cock still
lodged inside his tight little asshole. He put his arms around me, as I did
to him and we kissed again, this time in little kisses, each one last just
a second or two then coming away from each other and doing it again. He
then laid his head on my shoulder which allowed my arms to go completely
around him to hug and hold him.

"God I love being like this Harris," he whispered. "I feel so loved and
protected and cared for." He squeezed me for emphasis before relaxing into
me. I reveled in the feelings of holding him, the warmth of his young body,
the softness of his skin but the hardness of his cock pressed into me, and
the overall closeness. Wyatt was a small boy, as I've said, and it was
probably from that moment on, holding him, that I developed my preference
for smaller people. I loved holding him and it made me feel loving, and
protecting as much as he felt it. I didn't want to ever leave from right
then and there, buried deep inside a boy that I knew that I loved, holding
him as close to me as possible. My heart surged from the feelings that
flooded through my body and I squeezed him a little tighter, causing him to
moan, and I felt tears fall from eyes to roll down my cheek and onto
Wyatt's shoulder. I knew that Wyatt felt my tears because he said,

"I know," and held me tighter. The tears only last a moment. We both felt
my cock start to shrink so we both knew that the intimacy of the moment was
going to be short lived.

"Oh no," Wyatt said and moved his body back away from me to look into my
eyes. He leaned in again and licked my tears from my cheek. "I think it's
going to go out of me Harris," he said with a smile. It seemed like his
talking sort helped speed it up. We could both feel it and then he giggled
and my dick shot out of him and we both moaned at the loss. He let his body
rest against me again, this time his head was facing me and not away from
me.

"That was incredible Harris," he said softly. "It was everything that I
ever dreamed that it would be." I wondered what he meant and asked
him. "Well, it was my first time for one thing." I was a little surprised
because the way he had gone about things made me think that he'd had plenty
of experience and if not plenty then at least some. More than me that was
for sure. "The other thing is that I wanted you to be my first lover since
I first saw you." That really surprised me. I didn't ever remember having
seen Wyatt before that afternoon.

"What," I asked, moving him so that we separated so I could see his
face. He smiled at me.

"I've seen you at the pool before. Jeron said that aside from knowing you
all along that he'd seen you here before and at the pool too in your
Speedos and it looked like you had a big cock." I'd wondered if anyone had
noticed that and discovered that plenty of people had, they just hadn't
said anything. But then, what could they say. Wyatt went on.

"I knew I was gay when I was like, 7 at least. I mean, I didn't know the
word gay, but I knew I was different from most other boys and as I got
older I realized that I didn't really like girls, I like boys. I never had
a crush on a girl ever but I did have crushes on other boys. The first time
I saw you a couple months ago I got a huge crush on you. Jeron had talked
about you before so that's when I went to the pool to see who you
were. Jeron told me about the big dick thing only because he knows I'm
gay. The other boys out there are just straight boys who like to play sexy,
well, except for BB and even him I'm not totally sure about. But we're all
good friends and they all know I'm gay too but I don't think they knew that
I had a crush on you, although Jeron did."

I was completely amazed by the boys' revelation not to mention his
honesty. He loved me, felt the same things that I did. He'd been a virgin
and I was his first lover; that made my heart swell.

The other two boys came out of the bathroom, said hey, and went back out,
closing the door behind them. I could feel wetness in my hairs and knew
that my sperm was leaking out of Wyatt's butt so suggest that we go to the
shower which he readily agreed on although he said he needed to sit on the
toilet first. The shower was mostly uneventful although we did hold each
other a little bit under the water. I discovered that I like holding a wet
squirming boy as much as I liked holding a dry one.

We went back to Jeron's bed and held each other and talked and eventually
we got back to playing. I had enough questions about having a cock up an
ass that I asked Wyatt if he wanted to fuck me. He said he wouldn't mind
trying it so that's what we did. It hurt when he first went inside me but I
got over it soon enough. I was on my hands and knees at first but I really
wanted to see his face when he fucked me so we changed and I was on my
back. Afterward we talked about it and both decided that we liked it better
the other way around. It was hotter for Wyatt to have a cock up his ass and
for me it was hotter being the one fucking. Still we were both glad that we
tried it.

We took another shower of course, went back to bed to hug and hold and
talk. It was during the holding, me behind Wyatt, that our third bout got
started. I loved holding him in any position and lying on the bed like that
with him backed into me was as delicious and fun as the other ways. He
commented about my moss tickling his butt and the feeling of my softened
cock resting against his butt crack. I liked the fact that I could rub his
chest and his flat little tummy not to mention that I had access to his
boys stuff. It was weird playing with his cock when it was soft like
that. Of course his balls were always soft but still, I enjoyed it. Wyatt
liked the position too. He said it gave him those same feelings of being
protected and cared for. It took awhile before we got all sexed up again
and in the meantime other boys came and went on the seemingly endless trek
to and from the shower. Sometimes they stopped to talk for a moment and
other times they smiled and kept on with whatever they were doing.

"I think I'd like to have you fuck me like this Harris, from behind me." I
said it was fine with me since the notion had crossed my mind as well, I
just hadn't said anything about it. So, he handed me the lube and got his
asshole and my dick a slippery and that's where this part of the story
began.

From that position I have better access and more room to thrust which is
what I did. I managed to pick up both speed and force and began ramming my
cock into Wyatt's butt. I didn't hear the door open but then, it may not
have been closed since the last time people had gone through it.

"Jeez you guys are fucking again," I heard Jeron say as he approached the
bed. "Christ Wyatt you're not going to be able to walk tomorrow."

"True," Wyatt said in a panting breath, "but I'll be able to just lie
around and think about how fun it had been getting that way." Jeron got on
his knees next to the bed so that he could get in close to see the action.

"Fuck it's so hot to see this up close. Jeez Wyatt I can see the rim of
your asshole move back and forth as Harris fucks you." He then put his hand
up and gently felt the area as I continued to thrust.  "Want me to suck
your dick or something," he asked. Wyatt said sure as long as he shut
up. Jeron laughed then put his head down there and took Wyatt's cock in his
mouth. I couldn't see but since Wyatt starting moaning some more I couldn't
imagine that it was because I was such a good fuck.

After a few minutes Wyatt said that he'd like to suck Jeron's cock so the
younger boy moved and got into position and began fucking Wyatt's mouth
much as I was fucking his ass. I could actually see that and I have to say
that it hotted me up even more than I already was. Having 3 boys do stuff
together would be something I enjoyed a great deal of over the next few
years.

"Let's move so you're on your back again Harris," Wyatt finally said so
did. He then braced himself on my knees and went back to rising and sitting
on my cock. Jeron got in between our legs and sucked on Wyatt's dick or
lick on his balls and mine. My hands were on Wyatt's hips again, mostly cuz
I didn't have any other place to put em. Wyatt didn't just move up and down
either. Sometimes he would move his hips forward and backwards and like
before, it created different feelings. Finally thought his legs got tired
and he wanted to know if we could change positions and I said that was
fine. I like fucking but I felt like I needed to be in a position where I
could actually do that, move my hips and control the movement.

Instead of going through a bunch of gymnastic moves Wyatt simple got up off
my cock and lay back down on the bed with his legs pulled back. "Goddamn
Wyatt your asshole looks like a donut hole," Jeron observed. "I can
practically see your insides." He was right of course. I got on my knees,
got into position and slid my dick back inside of him. I didn't lay down
that time but held his legs back and fucked him from right there. Of course
Jeron was right there too, offering to suck or be sucked and did a little
of both. I liked it when he stood in front of me and fucked his cock into
my mouth. That was pretty cool.

We eventually went back to our very first position with me leaning forward
and Wyatt's legs draped across my forearms. Once again Jeron had to comment
on how that looked from behind and had to get his hand in there and feel
around. This time Wyatt came first and when he did, the feelings of his
asshole constricting on my cock brought me off and I injected my sperm into
him for the second time that night. Just before that when I'd been
hammering my cock into him Jeron commented on how hard my balls seemed to
be hitting the boy and wondered why it didn't hurt me. I didn't have an
answer. Jeron ended up jacking off as he watched us and offered up a great
deal of moaning and groaning when he finally came. Of course we took
another shower.

It was closing on 11 o'clock by that time and I was hungry again. I
discovered that sex, particularly fucking, took a lot of energy. Back in
the living room a couple of the boys were in their sleeping bags and almost
asleep. We tromped back into the kitchen and threw some hot pockets in the
microwave then at out on the patio.

"So, are you guys gonna be like, boyfriends or something," Jeron asked. I
shrugged my shoulders cuz I hadn't thought that far ahead. Wyatt did the
same thing. After we were done Jeron said that we could sleep in his bed if
we wanted so that's where Wyatt and I ended up. We snuggled and kissed a
little bit then he asked,

"So are we gonna be boyfriends, or something? I mean, do you want to be?" I
didn't know. I was conflicted about it. I sure did love being with that boy
and I knew I loved him but I still had concerns about family and friends
and stuff. Wyatt seemed to appreciate the situation and said that no body
had to know. It wasn't like we were going to go to any school dances
together or anything. I thought about that and figured what the hell.

Wyatt and I became lovers and were together for over a year. My parents
were sort of concerned that I was hanging around with a boy so young but I
convinced them that he was an aspiring swimmer so they kind of let it
go. About a week after our fuck fest I got the '70 Cuda that Leif had found
and used it when I took my drivers test after I turned 16. That was a fun
little car, I loved it. I sucked off Wyatt in the front seat more than a
few times and he did the same for me. I even fucked him in the back seat a
couple times which was pretty hot. I finally got a girlfriend about half
way through my 17th year. It was hard on Wyatt but we stayed friends and
still had sex, even after Melinda, the girl friend, and I started having
sex. She was kinda weird about it so we didn't do stuff that often. Of
course Wyatt was always ready. He got a new boyfriend, one closer to his
own age and the 3 of us did stuff together a couple of times. Of course
during the year or so he and were lovers, we did multiples with other boys
quite a bit.

So, that's the end of that story. I went away to college, Wyatt went
through high school and moved to San Francisco, of course and became a
doctor. We still hook up when I'm on the West Coast and it's still great.

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For other boy-boy love stories try the following Tag_m stories at Nifty:

Taking A Stand     posted  9.17.02
A Tutor & More                2.25.05
Pubescent Love                 5.1.05
The Very Best Of Friends 2.2.04
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