Date: Thu, 18 May 2017 02:00:58 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Adventures of a Teenage Hitchhiker V The first part of this chapter continues with some violence. You don't really think that I'd allow anyone who beat a boy go unpunished now, do you. ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I had tried to get the information out of Nigel regarding my beating but he felt that I was too young to hear any of the details and simply told me that it had been satisfactorily taken care of. I finally found out from James sometime later what the Chinese had done to the man who'd beaten me. Like he and Dino had done to me, they abducted the man, whose name was Powly, coming out of the back door of a club with two of his buddy's in the wee hours one morning. The men fighting for my justice didn't have the time to be real discrete and simply used lead pipes on the legs of the friends to incapacitate them immediately. They tossed Powly into the back of a step van and tied him spread Eagle to a panel of one inch thick plywood that had been attached to the wall behind the cab and drove off. His clothes were cut off of him with a box cutter and the man wielding it hadn't been all that careful which resulted in a variety of small slices in Powly's flesh. Using the lead pipes they had broken both of his hands. Using a commercial staple gun like the kind they use for attaching sheets of plastic to the side of a house or something, they'd stapled his nut sac to the plywood, carefully spreading the skin out so as to insert as many staples as possible without damaging the testicles. They had built a frame for a small cage about the size of a dog house by using one by two inch boards for everything except the top front edge which was a two by six that had a couple of deep arcs notched in the outside edge. They covered three sides and the top with thick chicken wire and when pushed up against Powly's body, the notched edge fitted crudely around his upper thighs about six inches below his stapled and unmoving balls. Satisfied that it fit well enough they pulled it away. Two cassette tape recorders that had been fastened to the plywood above to the side of Powly's head were turned on to record. One of the Chinese began the questions. Before it was over they had two cassette tapes full of information although it took a little coercion in the beginning. "Remember that kid that you beat up a couple of weeks ago and left at a front gate?" Powly said he didn't know what they were talking about so the box cutter was drawn very lightly up along the inside of his thigh. About two inches into the cut Powly had an epiphany. "This is for him. You beat up any other kids?" As he asked the question the guy started the box cutter laying another slice along the side the first one. Powly elected to warble like speed freak canary from that point on. There had been some other boys, some who fared much worse that I had. He also subjected more than one boy to the type of sex that his boss seemed to favor, being passive to a Great Dane or other large dogs. It seemed that Nigel's remark about Dino hadn't been an idle curse. Dino pretty much used boys, some much younger than me and some older. They got a great deal of other information about Dino's businesses which included names of a number of high profile people who used his services, not the least of which were a few high ranking members of the city's finest. Seems too, that in those early days of smoking herb and using other chemical Dino supplied more than boys. When they finally finished, one of the Chinese brought a heavy burlap bag into the van then put it at Powly's feet and untied the neck before the cage was quickly put in place and fastened to the plywood. They set the box cutter on top of the cage and untied one of Powly's broken hands. Inside the cage the neck of the burlap bag, which had been in constant motion from the beginning of its entrance into the van, opened up and the first of a half dozen wharf rats scrambled out. The size of a medium sized medium sized, the rats hadn't been fed since their capture some ten days before. They were big, mean, vicious rodents and they were quite hungry. Powly's pleading cries could be heard as the men closed the sliding door to the back of the van, but had left a small light on so that Powly could watch the show. It was said that they drove around on the freeway during the entire operation so any noise that Powly made wouldn't be heard, although it was also said that his screams could be heard faintly inside the cab of the truck. Three hours and an empty tank of gas later the van was left blocking Dino's driveway which in and of itself spooked the man since he had taken just about every precaution there was to keep the location of his home a secret. Powly was reportedly alive when they left him however he was eunuch with a great many chew marks from his knees on down as well as three mostly fleshless toes. Of course one of the tape decks was empty. I never did find out Powly's eventual fate and I decided that it wasn't necessary that I have that information. What I did know was, that given the information he'd spilled, his life wouldn't have been worth a plug nickel and, no matter what, he went through much more pain than what he'd inflicted on me. Apparently, Dino disappeared long with his copy of the tapes before the summer was out. Since all of his bank accounts had been emptied, his home safe left wide open, and there was no other indication otherwise, it was assumed that he probably left town under his own steam at his own discretion. I had learned another lesson in the process. When pushed, push back three times harder and when possible do it quickly and decisively for it might stop the fight before it really gets going. It generally also teaches others not to push and that includes anyone that knew you had been pushed. My recovery seemed long, and as I said, painful. I was pretty well drugged up through the first week but after that I was mostly conscious for the indignities that a person in my position generally suffered. I ate through a straw, couldn't talk, cough, or laugh, and had to be helped to go to the bathroom and bathed, all in the bed. I complained loudly, albeit in a rather indistinct muffle, after the first time that I was conscious when the nurse had to wipe my butt and then bathe me. After that Nigel took on the task. Fortunately the liquid diet meant liquid poop so it wasn't all that messy and after the first week I was allowed up to go to the bathroom. I had to learn to wipe with my left hand which meant messy fingers the first few times but I managed. My first glimpse in a mirror was a shock to me. The right side of my face had gotten the worst of it and what I saw was a swollen mass of ugly yellow and purplish blotches. The bottom part of that ear had been torn and there were other contusions on the cheek, jaw, and neck. My eye was swollen as well and over all I looked like a freak. Nigel told me that the doctor said I was lucky that neither the cheek nor my orbital socket had been broken both of which would have complicated things greatly. My mom came by and cried each time she saw me. Needless to say Nigel fed her a story about my being jumped by a roving gang of some kind and since I couldn't talk I only nodded my head. She was curious about how I'd gotten to know Nigel since he was clearly leagues above our bottom of the rung socio-economic status. He concocted a story about my helping him with some packages while he was leaving a store one day and since I was such a nice polite boy had offered me a job doing some menial things around his house. My mom arrived at the conclusion that God must have been watching over me for Nigel's business card to have been in my pocket otherwise I would likely have been dumped some where and possibly left to die. Between Nigel's story and her conjecture, it seemed plausible so she bought it and in the process all but revered the ground that Nigel walked on. Having Nigel bathe me was the only real positive part of the experience. I hadn't boned up when the nurse did it because of the heavy drugs. It was the same the first few times that Nigel did it but the doc dropped me down to Tylenol with codeine which didn't fuck me up nearly as much so it felt good when Nigel touched and fondled me, even though my dick only got about half way hard. Once I was off the narcotics I was able to pop a full on boner and it took about three of those before I convinced Nigel to pay some extra attention to the area. Needless to say the old guy felt like he would be taking advantage of me and he was concerned about the inevitable heavy breathing causing pain in my healing ribs. I assured him that I didn't feel taken advantage of even in the remotest sense and as for the ribs, well, I was sure I could manage. I'd finally progressed to more solid foods which meant more solid waste which in turn meant having to use some muscles down there which meant expansion and contraction of chest muscles. It hurt but it was manageable. So it was one rainy afternoon in late June that Nigel brought me off. It was about two weeks after the beating and I was fairly mobile by then; the bandages had been removed from my head and the head brace that had held my jaw in place was also gone. He had taken me to the doctor's office after hours the day before for x-rays which showed that things were healing nicely. So it was that afternoon that he'd bathed and dried me both of which got me hard as stone. I all but begged him to do something with me, using mostly my eyes and some facial expressions along with hand gestures to get my point across as talking still didn't feel all that red hot. Anyway, Nigel finally agreed and had me lay down on the bed then went to work on me. He cupped and tugged on my nuts then licked on the soft smooth bag, pushing the eggs around with his tongue. That was okay. Even when he licked up and down my stiffened shaft I was pretty much okay but when he took my rock hard cock into his mouth, and I mean the whole thing, I gasped. Of course Nigel stopped because he though I was in pain. I most definitely was not. Since I had gone fourteen days without letting the sperm out of my balls, it really didn't take long before he made me cum but besides that, Nigel really knew how to suck cock. He slid up and down about a dozen times, all the while playing with my balls and tickling in my butt crack, squeezing my swollen cock head with this throat muscles. So, I was breathing hard and my chest hurt but that didn't detract from what felt like a very powerful cum. I managed to push my hips up off the bed in an effort to get as much cock into his mouth as possible and Nigel swallowed it all of course, both my dick and my cum. Nigel seemed to love eating my cum which worked out fine cuz I loved squirting my sperm in the old guys mouth. Afterward Nigel said that he thought that I'd pumped a good three big squirts into his mouth. Once Nigel discovered that I had a fairly high tolerance for pain and that he wasn't going to hurt me he sexed me up a couple of times a day. I fucking loved it even though it was pretty passive, basic cock sucking stuff which of course was what Nigel was best at. I also had some help from James, and all of that turned out to be a very interesting story, but he taught me how to breathe into my center and not my chest. It's an Asian martial art technique and you breathe down into your stomach, not your chest. It wasn't fool proof by any means but it sure helped ease the pain a little bit. It was during this time that Nigel showed me some other stuff. As I said before he had introduced me to rimming and so far had been the only person to do that to me although it had only been once. So it was that after bathing me one morning and getting me all up in a fog of hotness that he had me stand with one foot up on a chair and he sat on the carpeted floor behind me. He peeled my butt cheeks open and began licking and slurping his tongue all over my hole. Nigel moved downward onto the underside of my balls which of course were hanging like apples on a tree and licked all over the smooth skin. The feelings were incredible and I thought I might even cum without his touching my cock. "Are you ready to try something new my boy?" Nigel finally asked and I mumbled an "unhuh". He got up and went into his bathroom and came back with a bottle of liquid then had me go to where he was seated on a foot stool. I stood in front of and facing him, my stone hard cock standing as firm and proud as it ever had, the pale blue veined shaft bobbing slightly with each beat of my heart. Nigel poured some of the liquid, a clear gooey sort of stuff onto the palm of his left hand. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going to happen but still I was surprised. He got the middle finger of his right covered in the stuff and had me spread my legs then put the hand with the sticky finger between my thighs. I felt his fingers moving about and spreading the flesh out away from my butt hole then pressure against the muscle. He then took hold of my cock with his other hand and at one time he pushed his finger up inside my ass and slid his slippery tightened fist over my dick head. I had to put my hands on the man's shoulders to stop from falling over because the feelings were so fucking intense. Nigel worked slowly, sliding his hand up over my cock head as his finger slipped out of my ass then moved his hand back down to the base of my cock while his finger went back up inside of me. It was then that I learned about the prostate gland. Well, I didn't learn about the gland because Nigel had explained it too me a few weeks before. What I did learn was how fucking outta sight it felt when it was rubbed because that was what Nigel did. "Oh fuck oh fuck Nigel," I moaned out in a low growling voice as the man finger fucked me and jacked me off. The thing was that Nigel seemed to know when the tension was building so stopped what he was doing and thus prolonged my orgasm. That had never happened before, the drawing things out as long as possible. Like most boys my goal had been to squirt as soon as possible because that was where the intense feelings were. Normally a boy doesn't learn how to stave off his orgasm until he's fourteen or fifteen or even older. I learned it at barely thirteen years old although it wasn't something that I'd practice regularly in my solitary pursuits of pleasure for another year or so. Squirting sperm was just too much fun. Nigel kept at it for a good five minutes before I couldn't take it any more and began begging him to make me cum. So he obliged me. Just as I spermed he kept his finger on the hot spot inside my ass and rubbed on it. He picked up speed on my dick, squeezing a little more when he slid up over my cock head, his thumb running across the sensitive underside of it. When I squirted, the first shot flew out of my cock and landed on Nigel's shoulder while the second one arced out and landed on his lap and the third one on the floor between his feet. The rest was a dribble, my cum oozing out and down across the knuckle of Nigel's thumb. Thankfully he stayed off my cock head but kept up the motion in my ass for a little longer. My knees were so weak I thought I was gonna fall over and my head dropped downward cuz I didn't have the energy to keep it up. Nigel finally slipped his finger out of me and I immediately felt the loss and wondered about that for a moment. He stroked me a few more times then let go of my cock as well, putting his hand to his mouth and cleaning my sperm from him thumb. "Oh man Nigel that was intense. Nigel went on to explain more about the prostate gland and from that point on I became an avid participant in that playground. After cleaning my sticky parts for me Nigel asked if we could talk about some things and of course I said yes. I would never in my life ever deny Nigel anything that he asked of me. "Well first of all my boy I'm concerned about your overall welfare. I know that you like to hitchhike, that's it's fun and interesting for you. However I think you now realize how fragile life can be. I think that you're lucky to be sitting here with me. As close as I feel to you and care for you Tracy I can't prevent you from doing what you're doing but what I can do is help you learn to protect yourself." I had thought about that, all of what Nigel was saying, and since the incident with Roy had been thinking along the same lines. I had the money from all of my escapades, excepting the night I'd been beaten up, and had considered joining the "Y" that was close to my house and taking boxing lessons. Since the beating that plan had taken on much more importance in my mind. "I'd like you to begin studying with James as soon as you think that you're able. James is very adept, and I must say, an avid student of a somewhat unusual martial art that seems to be gaining in popularity. He's been studying with a young man in Chinatown for some years although from what I hear the man now lives in Los Angeles and is doing movies or some such thing and his school is run by another instructor. In any case James has suggested that he is qualified to teach you and I heartily endorse it, in fact almost insist, although that really isn't my place. Is that something that you would be willing to do; for me if not for yourself?" I should explain a little bit about James here I guess. James was half Chinese and somewhat of a little hellion as a boy. Having had friends in the somewhat quiet Chinese community, Nigel had befriended James when he was about my age, getting the fourteen-year old out of some serious trouble. As a result of the friendship they had engaged in a relationship such as I had with Nigel. James was enrolled in Edison Technical School to get his high school diploma and because he spoke fluent Mandarin and Cantonese, James had met and befriended a young Chinese man. A few years older than James, Bruce was apparently a master of Kung Fu, a Chinese Martial art mostly unknown outside of the Chinese community. The young man agreed to teach James and after they both received their diplomas, they enrolled at the UW. At James suggestion Bruce had started giving private lessons to students who could afford it and of course James was his leading, official, student. With prompting from James and some financial help from Nigel, Bruce opened a school in the U district and eventually moved it to Chinatown and of course James continued studying with him there. When Bruce moved to Los Angeles to pursue film James continued to study under Taky Kimura but James and Bruce remained good if not close friends. College didn't seem to be in James future so Nigel arranged for him to attend the best law enforcement driving school in Europe and after completion the young man went to work for Nigel as his driver and bodyguard. I didn't know all of this stuff when I agreed to allow James to teach me but would eventually learn it and more about the man who turned out to be one of the deadliest people I would ever know. In any case I readily agreed to Nigel's suggestion and he moved on to the next thing. "Remember when I told you about the friend of mine who was interested in having you spend time with another boy?" I nodded my head. "He is still interested and would like to know if you are." I had yet to tell Nigel much about what had happened that night other than my abduction so explained about the boy who had been tied up. Even though Mr. Mastay had told me the boy was an active participant in what happened to him, I told Nigel that I was having a hard time believing it. "Then when I saw the little boy get off the elevator and head in that direction I got really freaked out Nigel." Nigel's face clouded over at the telling of my story then he assured me that under no circumstances did he or any of the people he associated with partake in that sort of behavior. "I've been with boys and men who wanted to be dominated Tracy but that isn't in my nature. I don't do it; I don't like to watch it; and I don't associate with those who do. Pain and domination is, in my opinion, to be avoided at all costs although I acknowledge that some people do like that sort of thing. With the older boy, it's a toss up. He was most likely a submissive and he just as easily might have known what was going to happen to him as not, there's no way to tell with that crowd. As for the younger boy, I don't know. What I do know is that my friend and the boy have a relationship similar to yours and mine and that the boy wants to go further. My friend isn't physically able to accommodate his young friend and would like the boy's first experience to be with someone who will be kind and gentle with him. I suggested you and the boy is actually quite excited to meet you Tracy." I nodded my head. "Okay Nigel. I trust you so I'm willing to meet the boy and the man. Would it be okay to do that and then make my decision?" Nigel nodded his head and smiled. "That is exactly how I had hoped you would respond, not making a commitment without all of the information," he said then ruffled my hair. I loved it when Nigel did those little affectionate things to me. "When do you think you might be able to accommodate the boy?" "Anytime is fine with me Nigel. I'm feeling pretty good and can move about fairly well." Anytime was a pretty accurate statement. Nigel had convinced my mother that staying at his home for the time being would be in everyone's best interest. She agreed since I hardly saw her anyway but mostly because I needed care that she couldn't afford and Nigel certainly could. She came to see me three times a week which seemed to be more than plenty for both of us. Nigel even invited her to dinner a couple of times which impressed the pants off of her. Like I said; nice lady, not overly bright. A few days later Nigel's friend showed up. I'd been sitting out in the back yard when they arrived at the house late one afternoon. Nigel and I had spent the afternoon playing backgammon and cribbage, two of the many games that Nigel had taught me over the two plus weeks that I'd been recovering. I was wearing my usual outfit, cut off jeans and a t-shirt. I'd just beaten Nigel in a game of crib and was relaxing back on a recliner in the warm sun wondering if he'd thrown the game or if I'd actually beaten him. I heard voices but assumed that it was Nigel talking with one of the help until I discerned that they were headed my way. I swung my legs to the side and stood up, turning to face the sound of approaching footsteps. The man walking beside Nigel was, like him, an older man but his skin tone was a light brown color although he wasn't negro; Spanish or some other race like that. Tall and thin he seemed well dressed, manicured, and coiffed, his recently cut short silver hair brushed back off of his head while a thin silver mustache followed the line of his upper lip. He smelled faintly of a cologne that gave the impression, at least to me, of being expensive. With him was the most darling and beautiful boy I think I'd ever laid eyes on. Of course I hadn't become conscious of boys until recently but still. Nigel introduced me to Enrico first and with a gentle handshake and in a somewhat deep voice he said it was a pleasure to me. He in turn introduced me to the boy. His name was Adrian and like Enrico he was a nice light chocolate brown color. He was slender and a little bit shorter than my own five feet once inch. His medium length and slightly wavy black hair almost hung in his eyes, barely covered his ears, and curled up over the collar of his button down shirt. Adrian's face was nicely formed, not fat at all and totally smooth, as a boy of almost nine should be. His small nose was slightly turned up at the end and his large dark eyes were framed by thick brows and long black lashes. His lips seemed somewhat full but perfectly shaped and when he smiled at me he showed off crystal white and perfectly straight teeth. The boy's handshake was like the man's; gentle and his voice a high melodic tone when he said how do you do. Knowing what was most likely going to happen between us, my cock started to get stiff. "Nigel has told us a lot about you Tracy," Enrico said, "Adrian and I have been looking forward to meeting you." If the ten pound smile on Adrian's beautiful face was any indication then Enrico was being totally honest. "Enrico and I have business to discuss Tracy so you and Adrian can get go ahead and amuse yourselves. You're more than free to entertain Adrian in your room as well." Those words told me that anytime us boys wanted to get together it was okay with Nigel. He had given me guidelines the day before, letting me know that the large mirror on the wall next to my bed as actually a two way that allowed anyone on the other side to have a clear view into my room as well as my bed. Adrian and I both knew that the men would be watching us and in that manner we could go about our business without the distraction of having them in the same room. In fact Enrico and Adrian had stayed the night at Nigel's on at least one occasion and Nigel, with their permission of course, was privy to their play. Like me with Nigel, Adrian had always been passive with Enrico, had never seen the man's cock or even without clothes. Like Nigel, Enrico performed oral sex on his young friend and that was pretty much the extent of things, well, aside from hugging and kissing that is. "So, have you seen the new James Bond movie?" Adrian asked me as we headed into the kitchen to find something to drink. I hadn't, in fact I rarely went to the movies mostly cuz I didn't have the fundage before to do so. Now that I did have the money I didn't seem to have the time or the interest, or someone to go with. While we didn't have movies in common, we did have comics and other things so we explored those mutual interests for another fifteen minutes or so after we'd reached my bedroom. We'd been lying around on the large area rug that covered the hardwood floor alongside my bed while we talked and when things slowed down a bit Adrian took off on another tack and we got right down to the business at hand. The path to the stairs that led to my room on the second floor took us past the large, dark wood paneled foyer where Adrian picked up a small backpack. They were becoming quite popular among college students and hippies for everyday use and not just hiking and camping. I hadn't asked what was in it and Adrian didn't volunteer any information until now. "So, have you ever seen one of these?" he asked as he fiddled with a zipper on the pack and pulled out a glossy magazine. I felt my mouth drop open as he set it on the floor between us. The cover was a color photo of a boy about fifteen or so slouched down in a large arm chair. Fully naked, he had a sort of "Do you want to fuck me?" smile on his cute smooth face while lower, his legs were splayed open and his big hard cock hung proudly in the air an inch or so above his flat belly and his smooth fat balls seemed to hang really low between his legs. My cock went hard in an instant. Adrian flipped open the page to reveal two pages of smaller black and white photos of a variety of boys in a variety of poses or situations, the only common thread being that they were all naked. Some had hard cocks while others were soft, some cocks poking out at the camera while other's drooped like an elephant's trunk. All of the boys had cocks like Roy's, they were uncircumcised. They seemed to be of a variety of ages, anywhere from ten or eleven to mid teens. I saw some who had no hairs, a small amount of hairs like I did, while the older boys all had thick curly nests of hair above their cocks and all over their balls. And they all seemed happy as hell to be showing their young bodies to the camera. The following two pages had more such images but some of the boys seemed to be jacking off, holding their cock lovingly as they stroked on their boy meat. A few photos even showed cum shots, gooey white against some of the darker hue of the boy's bodies. "I bet you make sperms don't you Tracy?" Adrian asked and I nodded my head to which he responded, "cool." When he flipped the page we entered a new realm. The photo, again in color, showed two teenage boys lying naked on a bed in a loose embrace. They were connected at the lips while their lower bodies were farther apart so that each boy could grasp the other's rock hard cocks. The following pages showed a progression, starting with the boy's fully dressed then various stages of getting undressed, each boy undressing the other, until they were naked. There was plenty of cock sucking and ball licking as well as rimming and kissing until it culminated in one of the boys burying what looked like seven or eight inches of thick cock inside the other boy's asshole. I just about came on the spot. The expression on the smooth face of the boy getting fucked was one of complete rapture and the boy doing the fucking didn't look any less happy with the circumstances he was in, so to speak. That series of images started with one boy on his back while the boy held his legs back out of the way while he penetrated the dark hairy hole. In another image he had the boy's feet against his chest and another where the boy's legs were draped over his arm as he leaned forward. Yet another one showed the fuck boy with his hands on the floor almost next to his lover's shoulders, the bottom boy rolled farther up onto the middle of his back. In this position the top boy could almost drive straight down into the other's boy's ass, filling him with every inch of his big cock. The last few photos showed the bottom boy having cummed, streaks of creamy sperm lying on his chest and belly. It also show the top boy having pulled out and stroking his hard shiny cock between his lover's legs then the finale, the squirting of his sperm onto the boy's body, adding to the cum that was already there as well as splattering the other boy's cock and balls with his thick white juice. "Have you ever done that Tracy? Adrian asked. His voice seemed to have gotten deeper and I looked at him, noticing right away his hand playing at the front of his designer jeans. I shook my head and he said that he hadn't either but he really wanted to badly. "Have you ever sucked on a cock?" he asked and when I said that I had he said he'd been dying to try it. "What about fucking, have you ever done that before?" I said that I never had and Adrian said that he wanted to add that to his "to do" list. "I haven't done anything really other than have my cock sucked and my butt licked. I so want to do all those other things with another boy. At that he put his hand out and touched mine. Seriously, I felt a small jolt of electricity because now I knew just what Nigel had meant when he said that the boy had wanted to do more stuff. What he meant was everything, the boy wanted to go all the way. That was fine with me; I was more than willing to help the beautiful young boy make his wish come true and was ready to begin immediately. I stood up, taking Adrian's hand and pulling him to his feet, gently kicking the magazine out of the way. I kissed him and the boy responded back without hesitation even pushing his tongue into my mouth before I even had a chance to try it on him. I reached between us before the kiss even broke and found the top button on his shirt and began to open it. We broke the kiss and I finished the job, the adorable young thing allowing me to go on, pulling the shirt tails out then rubbing my hands on his firm young chest. I didn't' dwell there long but went for the golden buckle of his fancy black belt then unsnapped-they weren't 501's like mine-and unzipped his jeans. The white of his briefs was almost bright against his skin and as I lowered the dark blue denim's I saw his young boner pushing against the tight cotton fabric. I reached down and felt on him, my fingers exploring his hardness then the soft pliable bag beneath his cock. I got to my knees and pulled his underwear down and he stood proud and firm before my eyes, a good four but thin inches of pulsing boy cock. I was initially surprised for his cock was like Roy's had been and while hidden beneath his foreskin, the rim of the head was pretty discernable. His dark brown ball bag seemed kind of big, the round wrinkled sac still held close to his body and not hanging in the least. I reached out and grasped onto him, and slid his skin down to reveal slightly lighter colored head. Without a beat I leaned in and licked him, letting my tongue explore the entire silky surface before placing my mouth over it, a gasp from above me telling me that what I was doing was more than okay. But not for long. As much as I wanted to revel in the taste of him, the sweet musky odor of his totally smooth and hairless groin, Adrian had his own agenda in mind. "Stop Tracy," he boy said softly, placing his hands at the sides of my head for emphasis. "I have to see your naked cock; I have to suck on you too." Reluctantly, I popped his boner from my mouth and stood up, tugging my t-shirt off as I went. Adrian was at the buttons of my jeans before my shirt joined his clothes on the floor and in less time than it takes to tell of it, my cutoffs were there was well. "Oh gosh you don't wear underwears," Adrian exclaimed. It was true that while I was staying at Nigel's I frequently didn't bother. Aside from feeling rather bold and daring, it also allowed Nigel a quick feel of my naked flesh by simply running his hand up inside the leg of my short jeans. "Your cock is so hard and so beautiful," the boy added quickly as he took hold of me and slowly stroked. "Your balls don't have any hair on them and they hang so nicely," Adrian said as his warm hand held my nuts, and my little heart swelled at the adorable boy's praise as his fingers went about exploring the parts he was talking about. Like I had done, the boy didn't spend a whole lot of time using just the two of his senses but went for two more, first sniffing at my cock and my balls then licking at my swollen cock head. "That's precum huh, the beginning of sperms," he said after licking the tip clean. He didn't really want an answer although I mumbled an "unhuh" as he covered his teeth then placed my cock in his mouth and closed his sweet lips against my rigid flesh. His touch, looking down and seeing his beautiful face in my crotch and eagerly sucking me combined to make for the most intense of feelings. As the cute boy started to bob his head on my dick and his tongue explored the swollen head, I was afraid that I would cream out in his mouth before the whole thing had begun. Fortunately Adrian's mouth got sore before that happened. "My mouth gets sore doin that. Does your mouth get sore too Tracy?" he asked as he stood up in front of me, his warm hand still encircled around my ramrod hard cock. I told him that it happened to me too. He went on. "Can I make you cum Tracy? I never seen real live sperm before and I really want to see yours." I didn't bother to tell the boy that he wouldn't see the actual sperm but I certainly didn't have any problem with the process so told him to go ahead on it. The cute young thing stood at my side facing me and began to jack me off. I reached down and took hold of his rampant cock and stroked him as well but it mostly to help build my own head level and not to make him cum. I would attend to that later. Adrian worked hard to make me squirt and although it took a little longer than usual he finally managed to get me where we both wanted me. As usual my cumming took me by surprise and all of a sudden the feelings were there and watery white stuff was oozing out of my slit once the first shot plopped out. When it happened Adrian grasped me tighter and jacked me harder seeming to lean in a little closer to see the action. I didn't jack off standing up very often, preferring to be lying down while I loved myself, so as soon as I cummed my legs got weak and shaky and I had to take my hand from Adrian's stiff boner and put it across his shoulders for support. The boy finally slowed his motions to a slow milking, starting toward the base of my cock and squeezing up the tube and causing the last droplets to ooze out into the uncaring world. Well, no one but the four of us cared particularly and of us, Adrian probably cared the most. "That was really neat Tracy," the young boy said as he finally let go of me, the excitement in his high voice pretty much in evidence. He put his hand to his face and investigated my offering; going through the touch, smell, then taste phases that are pretty much normal for a boy who first discovers sperms whether it be his or someone else's. "What happens when you cum Adrian?" I asked the beautiful young thing, "or do you cum?" I had a rudimentary knowledge of things but that was it. I was pretty sure that you had to have hairs before you could make jizz but I wasn't a hundred percent positive of that. "Yeah, I cum but not like you do. I get all tingly and stuff and my body shakes all over and the feelings are so, so wild and crazy feeling but no stuff comes out of my dick or anything. Do you want to make me cum Tracy?" he asked, then added, "do you have like, a clean up rag or something?" He held up his cummy hand for emphasis. I nodded my head, went to my bathroom and him a hand towel. "Yeah, I'd love to make you cum, what do I have to do?" He cleaned his hand off while telling me that I could jack him off or suck him. The principle was the same. I liked sucking on Adrian's hard little cock. I could get most of it in my mouth and I didn't think I'd get all sore like I did when I sucked on Roy or Gabriel's cocks. "Come on," I said taking his hand and leading him to my big bed. We climbed on and Adrian laid on his back, his arms on the bed at his side. I was conscious of the fact that our two adult chaperones were on the other side of the mirror watching so made sure that I crawled over the adorable naked young boy and lay down on the far side of him. Propped up on an elbow I took time to admire his young boy's body; the lithe yet soft, brown colored flesh, the definition of his chest with even darker areolas and nipples, his taut flat belly and of course his ramrod hard cock and wrinkled sac. I gazed into the boy's dark eyes, let my own baby blue's roam over his smooth beautiful face and I felt my heart beat and my chest swell at the sight of him. I felt my own cock throb as I reached out and took hold of his rampant shaft and stroked on him while I lowered my face to his and kissed his sweet soft lips. As soon as I broke the kiss I moved down on the bed. Head to head, so to speak, I admired his cock and watched with fascination how his foreskin moved, covering and uncovering the mushroom shaped head of his boyhood pride and joy. For a moment I was a little resentful at the loss of my own foreskin. The investigatory stage completed I leaned in and took him into my mouth, reveling in the soft feel of his cock head. I proceeded to suckle the boy while I jacked him off. I didn't spend a lot of time playing around with it but simply sucked and stroked. I would have plenty of time to play penis games later but for right then my only goal was to get the boy to cum. I was curious as to just what that would be like. I found out about a minute and a half later. "Oh god oh fuck Tracy," the boy moaned as I worked him over. "That feels so good you're sucking me. I'm gonna cum really fast I just know it." He wasn't exactly right about that, it was a good minute or so later before his little body started shaking like an epileptic, his high pitched voice all but screaming in accompaniment to the body motions. He thrust his hips up to meet my head bobbing and put his hands in my hair as if to hold me in place while he fucked his cock into my mouth, the whole time his little body seemed to be vibrating like a tuning fork. After what seemed like a good twenty seconds he relaxed back onto the bed and lay there panting with his eyes closed. I took my mouth from his dick and returned to my spot up along side of him, propped back up on the elbow and watched the little boy recover from what seemed to me like one heck of a cumming. Adrian finally opened his eyes and looked up at me, a huge smile breaking across his smooth face. "That was so great Tracy," he said the reached up and pulled me down to kiss him and I went along with his wishes, lying prone and holding him. I liked the warmth and feel of his body against mine, the hardness of cock pressed into my hip, the feel of his back and his fleshy little butt as I rubbed my hand up and down his body. We didn't stay that way for long however. Since he'd managed to cum, Adrian was ready to spend more time in additional play. He gently extracted himself from my loose embrace and began to pay homage to my body, his smaller hand wrapping around my cock and gently stroking me. "I want to see your sperm Tracy. I want to make you cum now," he told me as he gripped my rock hard young cock. I was all up for that. Adrian did as I had, slid down a little on the bed then rolled to his side with his back to me and began once again, sucking my cock. I reached out and touched him, letting my hand roam over his hip and down onto the orbs of his slim little butt. The boy did a good job, letting his tongue swirl all over the head of my cock as he bobbed his head up and down, but of course his mouth got sore before I was ready to squirt out. He lay along side of me jacking me off for a bit then got up and straddled one thigh and sat, his smooth young balls all but mashed against my skin and his hard cock sticking straight up in the air, his foreskin fully retracted. He continued to jack my cock and as I watched him, seeing how fucking cute he was, thinking about having sucked his beautiful dick and wondering if I was going to be able to fuck him, it got me to the sperming point. I felt the tingle and then I came. That's just the way it was. "Oh fuck, go faster Adrian," I panted as the first glob shot up and out, landing on my belly above my navel. The boy did as I asked and I got two more squirts before it slowed to an ooze that dribbled down over his fingers. Knowing the need to continue for at least a little while after cumming, Adrian kept up his motion on my cock although he slowed it to a more gentle milking than the frenetic speed used to encourage a sperming. "Wow that was cool," the boy said as he loved my dick then finally let go, allowing it to continue hanging in the air above my panting abdomen. Adrian immediately put his nose and then his tongue to viscous substance then declared it wasn't bad at all, adding, "I bet I could swallow that much of sperm, no problem." I allowed as how he probably could. He cleaned us both off with a cloth then we snuggled and kissed a little bit before resuming play. For the next thirty minutes or so we sucked on each other's cocks, naturally gravitating to a side by side sixty nine which segued into another such position with me on my back and Adrian on his knees and elbows. Needless to say from that position I got to lick and his smooth balls as they sorta kinda hung above my face. I licked up along the underside of them and the adorable little boy squirmed and squealed. I slid out from under him enough to pry his cheeks open and see a butt hole for the first time in my life. I eyeballed the puckered little orifice, deciding that it looked and smelled edible and since we'd both been licked there before I decided to try it. From the moment my tongue touched the wrinkled flesh I was in love with rimming, although I didn't know the word for it at the time. I buried my face between the boy's golden grown orbs and ate myself into a frenzy, licking and slurping the entire area. I would never have thought that part of a boy's body could be so outta sight feeling but it was and I felt myself moan just about as much as Adrian was. It wouldn't do but the cute boy had to do me too so we switched places and went to town, pretty much slathering my hole with his little tongue. He too licked up and down on the underside of my bag and I thought I was going to die it was so sensitive. Given the amount of time and moaning coming from Adrian's mouth I assumed that he was loving rimming a hole as much as I had. I couldn't help myself but had to reach under and jack off while the boy was licking me and true to form, my cum was incredible, my knees went weak and I all but relaxed onto Adrian's body. I sucked on his cock with a vengeance and amazingly the little boy came again too, bucking his hips up into my mouth as his little body shook and the whole thing caused him to push his tongue even harder into my tight little butt hole. After it was over we disentangled and I cleaned my cum from Adrian's smooth flat belly as we talked about how incredible that had been, both of us a little surprised at how much we liked licking each other's hole and neither of us sure about which we liked the best. The phone beside my bed jingled softly and when I picked it up Nigel asked how we were doing, the answer to which was, "groovy". He asked if we'd like some warm brownies and milk and when I asked Adrian the question he nodded his head vigorously so I said that would be great. Nigel said that he would be in with a tray in a few moments. Adrian and I decided not to bother to cover up since it was just Nigel coming in, although as it turned out Enrico was with him, not that I cared. The men both praised us for how we'd done so far, saying that it was a most exciting affair to watch, Enrico checking with Adrian to make sure he was okay and the boy nodding his head all the while a smile spread across his smooth beautiful face. Then my dream came true. "Enrico, I think I want Tracy to fuck me. You know I been wanting to do that for some time and I think he would be perfect for me. Both of our cocks had soften while we were eating and talking but at the sound of Adrian's words I started to get hard again. "Are you sure that's what you want Adrian?" Enrico asked to which the little boy nodded his head again and said that he did. "Well if that's what Tracy wants then you have my blessing Adrian," Enrico said. "Judging from that, I'd say the boy is more than willing," Nigel said, nodding his head toward my half hard and rising dick. "Is that so Tracy?" he asked. I nodded my head. It was more than okay.