Date: Wed, 7 Jun 2017 13:43:59 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Adeventures of a Teenage Hitchhicker VI "Right now?" the adorably cute young boy asked. I nodded my head. "If you want to," I responded. Adrian came closer then kissed me, his hand seeking out and finding my half hard dick and making it harder. "I do Tracy. I been waiting and wanting too and after meeting you I want to even more." Well then, what could I possible to say to that? No, I don't want to. I reciprocated and kissed him back and took hold of his rampant little boner and stroked it with all the love and caring I did my own boner. He finally broke the kiss and took my hand, pulling me. I stood and he led me back to the bed where he lay down with me along side of him. He kissed and hugged, both of us rubbing the other's back and butts. Adrian had such a delicious little butt. Sticking my tongue in there had been fun but I was dying to put hard young dick in there too. Of course part of that was that I'd never fucked anything except my mattress and a sock before so getting to fuck Adrian was doubly desirable. Apparently it was as important to the beautiful young Adrian as it was to me. "I think I just want to go ahead and do it Tracy," he told me. "You should start with just a finger but I don't want to do anything else really, I just want to feel your cock inside of me, okay?" I kissed him again and retrieved the lube, smiling at Nigel and Enrico as I did so. Both men had stayed in the room instead of going into the viewing room on the other side of the wall. I seemed okay with that. I mean, I wasn't embarrassed or ashamed or anything. In fact once Adrian had kissed me I didn't even really notice that they were in the room. Adrian had moved to his back and pulled his legs back exposing the tight hairless muscle of his hole. He was close enough to the edge of the bed that I didn't bother to climb back on but stood, smearing first my finger then his little hole. I gently slipped my finger up inside of him, sort of amazed at watching my finger disappear inside his body. It felt weird sort of; the tightness of his muscle on my finger yet the openness inside. I could wiggle my finger all over and I did, feeling the walls of the inside of his body. "Oh gosh Tracy that feels good," Adrian moaned and I proceeded to move my finger slowly in and out of him. My other hand went to his balls, the smooth sac lying on his body in a puddle. I pressed on them, then tugged and fondled the small eggs a little bit before moving on the ragingly hard young cock. I stroked and poked in tandem for a good minute before Adrian said he was ready. Well, that's not exactly how he phrased it however, what he said was, "I'm ready to be fucked now Tracy, go ahead and put your cock in my butt." I quickly smeared some lube all over my swollen sensitive cock head and stiff shaft then climbed on the bed. The adorable boy had pulled his legs so far back that his hairless smooth hole was almost pointing in the air and as I got into position it raised a little higher. I held my cock firmly and touched the head to Adrian's puckered hole and pushed. It was tight and I pushed harder still worried a little about hurting the nine year old boy. "Go ahead Tracy, its okay," he whispered and I gave it a hard shove causing the muscle to give way and engulphing my cock head. I was in and the feelings on my thirteen year old cock were incredible. I slowly pushed my narrow hips forward, watching as inch after inch of my still a virgin cock disappeared inside Adrian's dark flesh until my balls were pushed against him and I could go no further. I didn't wait, didn't feel there was any confirmation needed. Adrian wanted to be fucked, that was why we were together and up until that point he'd encouraged me. I rightly figured that if he needed me to wait or to stop then the little boy would have told me so. He didn't, so neither did I. Once all the way inside of him, I backed off about half way then returned until my hairs touched his skin, I managed about five thrusts all the time watching, almost mesmerized by the sight of my dick moving in and out of the boy. I was doing it, I was actually fucking. Then for some reason I leaned forward and put my hands on the bed, Adrian's' legs resting against my shoulders. From that position I was almost straight above the boy and when I fucked him, I drove downward into him and it seemed like I actually got deeper inside of him that way. Apparently Adrian thought so too cuz he spoke for the first time since I'd penetrated his body with mine. "Gosh that feels so good Tracy," he moaned and I smiled down at him, looking into his half closed dark eyes. I knew that look; it was the look of supreme hotness which thus confirmed that the little boy was having as much fun as I was, maybe more. Adrian reached down and put his hands on my hips, his fingers trailed up onto my butt cheeks, encouraging me to fuck him by gently pushing and pulling on me. "Can you lay all your weight on me Tracy?' he asked so I stopped fucking him and slowly relaxed until all hundred and fifteen pounds was resting on the little boy's body. From there I picked back up again and using my knees for leverage I fucked him. I said it before but I have to say it again, the feelings were unlike anything I'd ever experienced. My belly was all a tingle, my cock was as hard as it had ever been and the tightness of his butt hole muscle up and down the length of me was just...in-fucking-credible. I don't know how Adrian was able to breathe what with his body doubled backwards like that and with my weight on him but he and soon it turned into panting. "Enrico can you make me cum," he moaned out and a second later I felt the older man's hand wiggle itself between our bodies. I raised myself up enough to give him room and concentrated on my job, which was to fuck the boy until I spermed. It didn't take long after that, less than a minute because Enrico's action on our little lover's cock helped make Adrian cum and once that happened, it was all she wrote for me. The boy's muscle began twitching and convulsing on my cock and took me right on over the edge into cum land. I worked to drive into him harder, tried to crawl up into his tight little ass starting with my cock while below me the nine year boy squealed like a nine year old girl to a point where I thought for a moment that I was hurting him but Adrian was pulling on me, not pushing me away. I decided then and there that cumming while you're fucking was about the best thing since Rocky and Bullwinkle, chocolate milk, and sliced bread all put together. I finally slowed down then stopped completely, panting as though I'd run a mile but having to curb it because my ribs still hurt. Below me Adrian was doing the same thing but I could hear him sort of muttering "mmm's" and "oooh's" to himself. Enrico had pulled his hand out from between us and was rubbing my back telling us both what good boy's we were and how exciting it had been to watch us. I had already dropped his legs so started to pull out of him but Adrian asked me to wait as long as I could. "It feels so good having you be inside me and lying on me like this Tracy," the little boy crooned and I had to admit, if I didn't have to leave then why bother. Of course Mother Nature took over and my dick softened enough to pop out of his ass like a watermelon seed. It was weird cuz we could both feel it start to happen and once we started giggling, well, it only made it happen faster. We both groaned at the loss of the feelings. I got to my knees then moved away from the boy who continued to lay there with a smile on his face. Looking down as though to congratulate my cock I saw that there was a little bit of brown color on my head and shaft. A month ago that would have been sort of disgusting to me but after being with Adrian it was like, no big deal. "I need to shower," I said to no one in particular and glancing around saw that no one else was in the room. The men had left quietly, leaving Adrian and me together. I took the little boy's hand and led him to the bathroom and two minutes later we were under the spray, giggling and playing. We soaped and washed each other which did nothing to diminish our boners. Adrian moved inside my arms and hugged me, rubbing his body against mine and building more friction between us. He looked then kissed me. "It was groovy having you fuck me Tracy. It was everything I wanted and expected. Do you want to do it again, right now?" I asked if he meant here in the shower and he nodded his head. "Sure why not." We rinsed the soap off and used the conditioner that I used to detangle my hair. I smeared his butt hole and Adrian smeared my cock, squishing his hand over the sensitive head and causing me to go weak in the knees. He then turned around and faced the wall and bent forward then put his hands on the wall to stabilize himself. I got in behind him, directed my hot hard cock to his cheeks. I used a free hand to open him up then put my flesh against his and pushed, slipping right up inside the boy. Both my hands went to his hips and I held him in place and pushed all of my cock into him causing him to moan as I filled up his ass. I proceeded to fuck him like that, my hands moving his hips against my own movements and helping to drive my dick as far into him as possible. I watched as my cock hid then reappeared, amazed at what I was doing, amazed at how it felt and how it looked. Adrian's hole was so tight on my dick that I was sure I wouldn't be able to last very long. "My legs are getting sore Tracy can we sit down on the bench?" he asked. I said we could and slowly slipped my dick out of his butt. I sat on the wooden bench out of the shower spray and Adrian climbed up on me, his legs straddling my lap. I held my dick upright for the boy who also held onto my cock head and we both got us where we needed to be. As soon as my head penetrated his butt Adrian put his arms around my neck and settled down onto my lap until he rested his weight against me. I reached down behind him and rubbed his butt then went further and felt on my balls and where my cock went inside of him. It was fucking hot as all hell. Adrian moved on my lap, sometimes rising and falling and sometimes just moving from side to side. It was interesting because I didn't have to do anything but just sit there and let the little boy do the work and he seemed more than willing to do just that. I have to say though, that just sitting there was sorta hard. I mean, my body wanted to move, wanted to move against the boy, to thrust my cock up into his ass and fuck him. Once Adrian started moaning and my breathing started to become faster I did start to move. I held onto the boy's slender hips and moved my own ass back and forth to help the fucking process. I couldn't move much but I did what I could. Adrian looked me in the eyes, his almost closed from the sexy feeling that were tearing through his little body. He moved in and kissed me, at first a gentle thing, but then a passionate tongue battling mouth open sort kiss. He finally moved into so that one foot was flat on the bench which gave him the leverage to pull farther off of my hard cock before dropping back down onto my lap. When he moved I slid a little bit further down on the bench which opened my lap a little and gave us better penetration of his tight little hole. Adrian began rising and falling, going higher and slamming down onto me even harder. I moved a hand to his rigid little penis and held on at the top third. I didn't really even hand to move my fingers for the boy's action automatically moved his dick so in a way he actually jacked himself off as he fucked me. "Make me cum Tracy," the little boy groaned. "Squirt your cum in my butt Tracy," he said quietly as he continued to ravage my dick. All of a sudden his little body shook and he screamed out. His butt hole muscle constricted on my cock as Adrian went through a dry cumming and that action on my dick just took right on over the edge and I came too. I tried like hell to move along with him, driving my cock as far up into his ass as I could. Adrian dropped his weight fully on me and moved his little butt from side to side then front and back. That seemed to make me cum even harder if that's possible and I heard my own self groan out in pleasure. Adrian eventually slowed down and then stopped completely, resting his weight on me. His head lying again mine, gulping air as though he'd been submerged under water. His hole continued to twitch against my hard dick and I felt my own body convulse in the aftermath of an explosive orgasm. It was incredible. Adrian finally moved, slowly rising up until my cock separated from him hole and slapped against my belly. He then sat back down with his legs pointed forward toward the wall. "That was really cool Tracy," he said quietly then kissed me and hugged me again, lying his head on my shoulder and just staying there. I held his little body and rubbed his back, his head, and down onto the globes of his wonderful butt. "I wish we lived closer so we could do stuff together all the time." I said that I agreed but deep in my heart I was sort of glad. Don't get me wrong, I loved being with Adrian, I loved fucking him and just being sexy with him but I knew me. I tended to get bored that was why I hitched all over the place. I liked meeting new people. Truth be told I had some minor reservations about being with Nigel so much even though I adored the old man and I owed him my life, or at least it seemed so to me although he always downplayed it. I just didn't really want a steady diet of any one person. Nigel and I would have a somewhat heated discussion about it, my hitchhiking that is, him reminding me what had happened but in the end he said he understood my need to wander and explore. And here I have to say that I didn't have sex with every single person who picked me up on the road. There were plenty of people who gave me rides because they were kind and that's what people did in the sixties but they don't make a very good story. Adrian and Enrico left about an hour later to catch a plane back home, home never being defined to me, but if it took a plane to get there then it had to be far away, at least far away in my mind. After they'd gone Nigel asked to chat with me and asked what I'd thought of the entire situation. I gave him an honest answer; it was fun, Adrian was a sweet heart cutie of a boy and I had no problems at all with what had transpired. Nigel nodded his silver mane in understanding. He then asked if I'd ever opened a savings account since by that time he alone had given me a couple thousand dollars. I shook my head, no I hadn't. He handed me an envelope and said that it was probably time to consider such a move. Inside was a thousand dollars from Enrico along with a note saying I had been terrific and thanking me profusely and inviting me to his home on Antigua any time I wanted to visit. Of course I'd never heard of the place. Nigel helped me open a savings account the next day. The same day that I got the money from Enrico Nigel told me that Mr. Mastay has asked that I stop by at my convenience so James drove me and accompanied me upstairs. It just so happened that the guy that handed me over to Powly was running the elevator and he recognized me immediately. His nose was bandaged and he was sporting a black eye. I simply nodded my head at him and smiled. Mr. Mastay apologized to me up one side and down the other for what had happened. He handed me an envelope saying he hoped that it would help alleviate any ill feelings that I'd had about him assuring me that the man who had give me a hard time at the party has also been reprimanded harshly. Apparently Joseph had gone to his employer and told him the story. The envelope contained 15 hundred dollar bills. I started working out with James in the basement of Nigel's house in what had to be the best private gym in the city. In the first few months we concentrated on conditioning, stretching and self defense techniques. I became much more limber, stronger, and faster. James drilled me self defense techniques for dozens of situations. Because I was small and no where near as strong as an adult, James taught me things that could disable quickly, explaining that some of them could kill a person so along with that he also taught me control. He taught me pressure points and did so by using my body to point them out. I knew what it was like to have an arm go numb, to have to give up a grip or a hold because a nerve center had been triggered. He always reminded me that none of this stuff was fool proof and the best defense was to pay attention to what you were doing, where you were going and the people around you. I learned how to assess situations and people's behavior, how to recognize the usual warning signs of aggression. The next best defense was to walk away. Name calling and threats don't hurt, kicks and punches do. James and I often used the sauna or whirlpool after a workout and also showered together. He always appraised my body, touching and feeling muscle or giving me a quick massage and sometimes a friendly pat on the ass when I'd done something really well. At no time did he ever make any advances toward me or touch my private parts. Sometimes we worked on self defense techniques while we were naked. James said that people felt most vulnerable then and I needed to be able to react just as quickly and decisively without clothes on as with. Needless to say I got hard a couple of times. James had a killer body, ripped and toned and he sported a thick cock that had to be at least seven and a half inches long. The balls that hung below were large and free of any hair, the thick patch of black fuzz at the base of his cock also kept trimmed so that it more resembled a fourteen year old boy than a man. I asked him about that once and he shrugged it off saying that he'd done it early on in his life and just continued it. He told me later that he too had made money being with men, Nigel being one of them, and as he grew older he kept himself trimmed so he appeared younger. Many men liked that, being with younger boys. How well I knew that. Anyway, when I got hard James just smiled, said I was growing into a healthy boy and that close contact like that often cause a boy to react that way. He generally gave it time to go away, sometimes suggesting that I go in the bathroom and relieve myself so we could continue. Sometimes I did. I returned home as well, my mom glad to see me and of course smothering me to the degree that I'd let her. She still worked two jobs and sometimes did extra shifts, so I still didn't get to spend that much time with her. She was very open to my spending as much time with Nigel and James as I wanted as long as I was home as much as possible when she was. With that in mind we worked out a schedule that got us through the rest of the summer. And I went back to hitching. However I went back to it with eyes more open, my senses more attuned to my surroundings. One of things I no longer did was get out of a car at a remote rest stop and most of the rest stops on the I-5 corridor were remote. I no longer just hopped into a vehicle but ducked my head into an opened window or door. I was always vague about where I was headed and when asked where I lived, I simply said the city. If I felt reasonably safe I would sit with my back sort of against the door with my legs opened about half way and if not I sat right against the door, knees together looking straight ahead. Seatbelts were not yet required so I never wore one, even if a driver asked me to. If he insisted I got out of the car. Not all of my one time only encounters took place in cars and trucks and so it was with my first experience after the beating. The day was shitty, drizzly, and cool so I hopped a bus downtown to catch a ten a.m. flick at the 5th Ave Theater. It was one of those old fashioned movie houses with wide stairways, heavy draperies on the walls and a lobby as big as a parking lot. I headed downstairs to take a leak and was standing alone at a urinal when a middle aged guy came in. He had fifteen of them to choose from but came down and stood right next to me. I no longer had penis anxiety. My dick had been seen and praised by too many guys for me to be modest so when the guy came next to me and unzipped I let my hand fall to my side, holding my jean jacket open. When I pissed I generally opened my pants all the way and shoved my underwear down under my nuts so that everything was hanging out so once I moved my jacket back the man had a full on view of my stuff. I didn't look at him but could tell he was all but staring at my dick. "So where's the best seat to watch the movie from?" he asked. "Balcony, dead far left back row against the wall," I told him then shook off and used my left hand to sort of nurse out any excess liquid and all but stroking my cock. I took my time and tucked, zipped then turned to leave and as I walked behind him I quietly said, "I could use some cab money to get home" and walked out the door. I went to the place in the balcony that I'd described to him and sure enough the showed up ten minutes later. I was two seats from the wall and when he started to sit down I told him "inside." He kept on going and took the seat against the wall. That gave me the protection of being able to flee but also a view of the stairs and the entire balcony area although in a Tuesday afternoon there wasn't another soul in there. I'd taken my jacket off so set it on the seat on my left and relaxed to watch the film. The guy didn't make a move for a good fifteen minutes then I felt his hand rest on my leg down by my knee. I paid it no mind until it moved a little higher then a little higher still. It was then I let my hand lay across his and buried my thumb into the soft pad of flesh between his thumb and index finger. He reacted quickly by pulling his hand away. I didn't bother to look at him but simply said, "Cab fare." After some fidgeting around his arm lay across my leg, his hand above my lap and in it I saw folded a five and a ten. I took it, shoved the cash in the pocket of my jeans and moved my right arm beside me in the chair. His hand returned to my leg about mid thigh and gently squeezed it before slowly move higher, his fingers kneading the inside of my thigh. More fidgeting and the armrest between us went up. Although the theater was old the newer more comfortable seats had been put in. A moment later the hand was back, resting on my thigh with his fingers touching the crotch of my jeans then boldly moving right onto my bulge. And it was bulging. "God you're already hard," he whispered. "How old are you." "Thirteen," I whispered back and heard a mumbled "yeah". "Undo your jeans and take them down but not your underwear," he commanded. I shoved them to my knees then relaxed back against the plush seat and pulled my t-shirt up out of the way and exposing a good four inches of flat belly. His hand went directly to my bulge and squeezed gently, before moving lower and cupping my balls. "You're big for thirteen," he whispered and moved his head closer to mine. My hand shot up between our facing and blocked any further progress in the direct. I didn't need no huggy or kissy from this guy. "What do you want me to do now?" he asked. I looked at him and muttered a "huh"? "Tell me what to do, what do you want me to do." I kept the blank look on my face which was sincere. I had no idea what the guy was asking me. "Do you want me to take your underwear down, let your hard cock out?" Then I got it. I nodded my head and said yes. He managed, with a little help from me, to get my briefs down to where my Jeans were, a gasp coming from his throat when he first laid eyes on my boyhood pride and joy. Hard as stone, the swollen head pointed up toward the top of my head, the pale blue veined shaft was a good two inches from my belly. I'd grown a little bit so far that summer, maybe an eighth or a quarter of inch and of course I hoped for the larger number. I'd gotten a few more hairs too but of course Joe Blow didn't know that. "Now what?" he asked. "Play with me, play with my hard dick." "What about your smooth balls, want me to play with those too?" "Yeah, play with my smooth balls," I said, my voice deeper and huskier from the sexy feelings. I'd planned on just getting my dick sucked and be done with it, I mean, no need to get emotionally involved at least in my estimation. That was my plan but it wasn't working that way. This was my first time with a real talker, a guy who like dialog along with his sex. And this one wanted me to direct him. I wondered briefly if there was money to made from that and of course, there was. Anyway the man fondled and cupped my balls, rubbed my lower belly, my arm across my belly button a deterrent to higher exploration on his part, and squeezed on my dick, all the time talking to himself. I knew it wasn't craziness, he was just all up in a fog of hotness at being with a boy my age. "Tell me to suck your cock," he whispered; his voice deep from the feelings. I paused and I guess the guy thought I was gonna stop things right there. "Please, Please tell me to do it I can't stand it I have to do it." I gave the go ahead, telling him graphically what I wanted. I had never had my dick sucked with such enthusiasm. He swirled his tongue all over my swollen cock head as he bobbed his head up and down in my lap. He took me to the root; his nose pressed into my hairs, and used his throat muscles to squeeze the head before backing off. He tugged and squeezed on my balls and I knew I wouldn't be able to last very long. "I'm gonna cum in your mouth and I want you to swallow it," I whispered somewhat harshly and man nodded his head in agreement. This was kinda fun. About a half minute later that's what I did. I finally touched the man, putting a hand on the back of his head as I pushed my hips up, and squirted what felt like three spurts of cum into his mouth. He swallowed my sperm almost greedily and when it was all over I had to push him off of my lap. He went but I could tell he didn't want to. I wasted no time in pulling my underwear and jeans back up into place but purposely left the jeans unbuttoned and unzipped which did not go unnoticed by the cocksucker. About fifteen minutes later he put his hand on my let again. "I have to piss," I said quietly and stood, buttoning and zipping. "You're gonna come back aren't you? You're not gonna leave are you?" "Just watch my jacket," I said and turned and left. When I came back I sat down and undid my clothes again and immediately the man's hand when to my crotch, this time slipping inside my jeans and resting on my stuff. "Cab Fare," I said and he removed his hand, fumbled around a little bit, then handed me another fifteen bucks. "Feel me up, make my cock hard again," I told him. I rose up a little bit and pulled my clothing back down to my knees and sat back, slouching a little in the plush seat. He went about fondling my softened cock and bringing it a full on woody in no time at all. "Lick it, lick my cock like a lollipop and play with my balls," I said and he did, his warm tongue covering every inch of my boner from my nuts to my piss slit while his hand gently tugged and cupped on my smooth sac of nuts. I gave him the command and he went to town sucking me again, doing what he'd done before and taking the entire shaft into his mouth. As I got closer to my sperming I said, "I'm gonna cum on your face." He nodded his head and as I got real close I put my hand in his hair and pulled. He took my dick from his mouth and I took over, jacking off. I kept his face right there and as I jacked my cock head kept poking him in the cheek or on his lips. "Oh yeah," I moaned as I felt my juice ooze out onto his cheek and as soon as it was over I put my cock back to his mouth. He didn't need further instruction but took me inside and began sucking my sperm out like it was marrow from a chicken bone which, when you think about it, was a very apt analogy. I finally got too sensitive and pulled away from him and he proceeded to wipe my cum from his face and lick it from his fingers. I relaxed back into the seat, not bothering to pull my clothes up, teasing the man. As far as I knew the guy hadn't cum yet and I wondered if he'd make another play for me. Another fifteen minutes later he did. Since my stuff was out there fully exposed he just went for it, again fondling and playing with me until I got full on hard. Needless to say he was breathing hard so I pushed his hand away. This time I didn't say anything and sure enough the money was passed over to me. I told him what to do and he did it and I can't say why for sure but the third time around I seemed to get hotter by the scene and played it more than I had before. "Suck on my cock, swallow my boy cock." I commanded. "You like boys don't you, tell me you like sucking boy's hard cocks." "I love it. I love boys, god help me I love boys and I love sucking on boy's cocks," he moaned. He alternated between sucking me and rubbing my hard cock all over his face. His breathing began faster and I got more turned on. "Tell me thirteen year old boys are the best," I told him and he repeated what I'd said. "Tell me I'm the best boy you've ever sucked," I said to him and he paid me verbal homage as I directed. I figured the flick was gonna be over in another twenty minutes and since there hadn't been another soul come up to the balcony I decided to take a chance. I stopped the guy and he looked at me with a what the hell expression. I told him to change places with me and he did. Once I was on the inside I kicked off my sneakers and took my jeans and underwear all the way off and put them on the seat next to me then faced the guy, leaning back against the wall with my legs spread wide open. I slowly rubbed my balls and stroked my cock and even in the dim light I could see the guy was all but drooling. "You want to suck my cock again don't you?' he nodded his head. "You want to lick on my smooth balls and lick my asshole don't you?" The man groaned as he nodded his head. "Then do it, lick me all over and make sure you wash my asshole really good," I commanded him. He got his knees on the floor and buried his face in my crotch and began licking and sucking on my nuts. I'd done a little rearranging; putting the seat next to me up, then put my right leg on the back of the seats in front of us. "Now lick my asshole, lick it clean," I commanded. I reached down and pulled a cheek open fully exposing my puckered little muscle. He put his tongue to my flesh, licking tentatively until he decided I was clean then man oh man did he ever go to work. That guy licked my hole like I'd never been licked before and he didn't stay in one place but moved all over, licking up underneath my balls and into the crease of my legs. I could practically feel his saliva dripping off of me by the time I was ready to cum. I pushed him away and got up. I kept on foot flat on the floor with my other leg kneeling on the seat. It was perfect. "You want to cum this time?" he nodded his head and undid his pants and pulled his cock out and I noticed that it wasn't anything spectacular. "If you cum on my foot I'll bash you in the head," I told him, knowing full well that I wouldn't but the guy seemed to like to be commanded in that way. He said he wouldn't. I took hold of his head and pulled him to me as I pushed my hips forward to meet him. He took my cock into his mouth and began sucking me for the third time in ninety minutes. "You like me fucking your mouth don't you. You like having a boy cock in your mouth fucking it don't you. You love boys and you loved sucking boy's cocks. You want me to shoot my sperm in your mouth again don't you." He nodded his head at each question and kept on sucking. I could tell that he was jacking off, his arm moving rapidly in the dark. I put both hands on his head and began fucking into his mouth and I wasn't gentle about it. "Suck on my cock cocksucker," I said as I drove my rock hard dick into his mouth. "Make me cum. Make me shoot my hot sperm in your mouth. You want my teenage boy sperm in your mouth don't you?" He nodded his head and kept sucking although there wasn't a lot he could do. I had my fingers wrapped in his hair. I pummeled the man's face, ramming my cock into him for all I was worth. It was a little bit out of my character to be forceful like that but I'd read the man almost from the beginning. I fucked his face like I'd never done it before. "Oh yeah," I moaned, "take my cock. Fuck I love fucking your face cocksucker, Oh yeah. I'm gonna cum soon. I'm dump my sperm in your mouth and you're gonna swallow it all." Well of course he was, it was what we both wanted. I heard him moan, saw his arm change speed and knew that he was cumming. I willed myself to cum and then it was there. I pushed my hips forward, wrapped my hands around his head and held him tightly to my body, my cock as far down this throat as far as I could go while my sperm oozed out into him. It was finally over and I relaxed my grip on his head allowing him to pull away, although he didn't go far but kept my dick in his mouth and continued to suck on it until I pushed his head. I kept him in place though and rubbed my cock all over his cheek and lips and he allowed it, his eyes closed and a look of rapture on his face. "Yeah you love it. You're a boy cocksucker and you love it. Teenage boys cock are the best, say it." He did, his voice still deepened in lust. I would have stayed there and played it a little longer but the movie ended and the credits started to roll so I quickly sat down and pulled my clothes on while the guy put his dick away. "You're the hottest goddamned kid I've ever been with," he said with reverence. "If you ever want to ..." I pretended to ponder that then said, "It's possible, how do I find you." He told me where he worked which amazingly was a small store not all that far from my house although I didn't tell him that. "Maybe," I said and stood up. I stepped past him and grabbed my jacket and put it on. "Don't try and follow me or I'll call a cop," I told him and walked away rapidly and once outside quickly disappeared in the late lunch crowd. It had been an interesting and yes, a hot experience and I made forty five George's out of the deal. I would end up having other encounters in public settings and it was always a turn on, always exciting. I got a ride with a girl, a rather cute girl at that. She said she was seventeen and was a cheerleader at her Roosevelt. I nodded my head as though I cared. She asked where I went to school and I told her I was from Portland and she nodded her head as though she cared. "So have you ever been with a girl before or are you a virgin?" she asked, looking sideways at me. I shook my head and she asked if it was about being with a girl or being a virgin. I said I never. She asked if I wanted to. "I'll let you fuck me. I mean, you're a damned cute boy and fucking a virgin boy is about the hottest thing I can imagine. What do you say?" I shook my head sideways. "Kinda scared are you?" Well hell no I wasn't scared; I'd just spermed out three times in less than two hours in the hottest scene I'd ever been in. Not only was I drained and not in the mood I doubted that the twat could match the excitement I'd just gone through. I wasn't gonna tell her that so I just agreed with her. So what if she thought I was chicken. I had her drop me off but she had me wait while she wrote her phone number down for me. "When you're ready to lose your cherry let me know, I'd love to fuck you." I mumbled and okay and got out of the car. She wasn't the first female to offer herself to me and I would in fact lose my cherry to a girl before thanksgiving of that year and I may or may not tell that story. I will say though that it wasn't nearly as exciting or as hot or sexy as fucking a boy's tight asshole. >>>>>> <<<<<<<<<<<<<< >>>>>>>>>>>>>> <<<<<<<<<<<<< The story about Tracy losing his virginity is in a story titled "Tracy's First Snapper" posted 12.18.10 in bi-sexual adult/youth.