Date: Wed, 24 Jul 2019 14:03:52 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Ahn Into The Future II Again, there are some minor things where artistic liberty has been taken. It doesn't impact the story. N-joi Hugs, Tag_m ~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Really," Francis beamed, "You cummed that much because of me?" Willie nodded his head, "Having you here probably helped," the gorgeous blonde hunk replied. Francis continued to idly play with himself, his thumb and forefinger encircled the base of his cock and the rest of his fingers fondling his balls. "Why did you say that you love watching a boy jack off and cum? Have you watched boys before?" Again, Willie nodded his blonde head. "I have. Remember, I grew up in a house full of boys; 8 of them actually, and plenty of times there were more boys, although on a temporary basis. We shared bedrooms and bathrooms, we changed clothes on front of each other, we took showers together sometimes, we swam in our swimming pools and as you already know, swimming attire isn't common. And boys get hard for no reason at all, but often it's because of being around other naked boys and sometimes a boy just gets horny, gets to feeling sexy. My little brother's used to call it "getting the itch". "That's funny," Francis said with a high pitched giggle. "That happens to me too sometimes, boys getting a boner for no reason. I guess there is always a reason, we just don't know what it is. I know that I like looking at other naked boys," Francis admitted innocently. "Exactly right," Willie said, "and with any group of boys, once a boner pops up somebody wants to jack off, even little boys that don't make sperm. So, I've jacked off with other boys plenty of times." "Well I sure liked it. I never done it before so thanks." "You are most welcome, I liked it too. Perhaps we can do it more often along with some other things.," the young man suggested and got a vigorous head nod. "What do you mean, other things," the young teen asked. "Well, perhaps we can talk more about that later," Willie responded. "Right now, we've got an airplane to fly." Willie got up and traipsed off to the bathroom with Francis right behind him. The boy ogled Willie's butt, a quite narrow set of cheeks, and found himself wanted to touch it. He hoped Willie meant it about doing it again, jacking off together. He further wondered what the young man meant about doing other things. Francis had a few ideas on that. The boys wasn't that innocent, he'd heard other boys talk. He just hadn't done anything but now, he sure wanted to. They got their sperm cleaned up then got dressed and headed downstairs but not before Willie grabbed his flight jacket along with the one that he'd first worn when AJ taught him to fly. Actually it had been AJ's first flight jacket so the leather was well worn albeit in great shape with no rips or tears, the fur on the collar still fluffy. The jacket went wherever Willie did. Downstairs he informed Higby that they were leaving but would be back for lunch and got a head nod and a "very well sir." On the short walk to the plane Willie explained a little bit about what was going to take place and what Francis could expect. Francis asked if they were going to fly upside down. "Is that something you want to do Francis," Willie asked. Francis shrugged his narrow shoulders. "Sure, well, maybe, I don't know." "I guess we'll see then. Do you have problems with motion sickness Francis?" The boy shook his head. "Not that I know of. I have been out on the channel in a dingy in rough water, I love the amusement park rides that spin around or go upside down and I've never once puked." "Well, that's good news," Willie responded. "Still, there is a puke funnel in the cockpit and I'll show it to you. When they reached the plane Willie did a cursory check of the exterior which include removing the wing tie downs and moving the chock blocks. He then stepped up onto the wing and offered Francis a hand, which the boy took. Once Francis was steady Willie slipped the rear canopy open and explained the interior to the boy. He pointed out the puke funnel to the right of center in front of the cockpit seat. It really was just a wide mouthed funnel with a tube that emptied into a sealed container that could be emptied later. "Zip up the jacket and pile in," Willie commanded the boy, who did as he was asked. Once seated Willie helped Francis hook the 4 point restraints and got him buckled in then got the leather headgear on him explaining they could communicate through it. Francis was not the first boy that Willie had taken for a plane ride. Like his first flight jacket, Willie had kept his first flight headgear, a leather contraption that contained a microphone and earphones for communication. It also had accommodations for oxygen although they would not need it on this particular flight. The headgear was a little loose for the boy, it would suffice. Done, Willie closed the canopy then opened the pilot's canopy and climbed in. He got the plane fired up, did a check of everything then slid his canopy closed. "Can you hear me Francis," he asked and got an affirmative from the boy. "Here we go then." Willie taxied the plane to the end of the hardpacked dirt runway, held the brakes and shoved the engine throttles all the way forward and when the engine RPM's hit the takeoff mark he pulled his feet back and the plane started moving. Less than 30 seconds later the wheels broke contact with the earth and Willie began an 18°climb that pushed Francis back into his seat. At first, the boy stayed rigidly in place, allowing his body to get accustomed to the motion and the pressure, but before Willie finished the climb Francis' head was like a swivel, looking out one side and then the other. Seeing the ground from up in the air was a thrill like no other. The feel of flying only reinforced his determination to learn to fly, to be a pilot. "We'll fly over your house and mine Francis," Willie said, "so you can see them from the air." A few minutes later Willie told him to look on the port side. Francis said he didn't know what that was. "Port is left," Willie explained, "and starboard is right. Remember that." Francis looked and sure enough there was his house which caused a big grin to spread across his smooth face. For the next half hour Willie flew, checking in frequently with Francis who reported all was well. He made some hard turns, standing the plane on its wing, and some almost vertical climbs as well as dives, each time giving his boy passenger a heads up. He didn't do any barrel rolls deciding that he'd save that for another time. After landing and shutting the plane down, Willie got out and slid back the rear canopy to see a wide grinning Francis. They got the boy unsnapped and he stepped out onto the wing. "So, how was it," Willie asked the boy when they stepped onto the ground and Willie went about attaching the tie downs. "Damn, it was amazing," the boy said excitedly. "It gave me a boner. I still got it too" He then tugged the front of his trousers down and pulled his shirt to reveal a very hard and blood engorged cock. "Oh my Francis, that looks like it hurts." The boy nodded his head and said that it kind of did. "Want me to help fix it," Willie offered and got another head nod. That said, the young pilot dropped to his knees and was face to face with the throbbing 13 year old's cock. He reached out and took hold of it and stroked it a few times, uncovering and covering the swollen head. "I would love to suck you Francis, that is, if you don't mind." "That would be okay," the teen answered. Willie pulled the rampant red tinged appendage down and proceeded to lick the sensitive head before placing his mouth over and closing down. He then put his hands on Francis' tender butt cheeks and fondled them while he moved his head to and fro, giving the virginal boy his first blow job. Francis was in heaven. The feelings that were ripping through his body were the most intense he'd ever felt. He had wondered what it would be like to have his cock sucked and now he knew. It was amazing. The feel of Willie's hands on his butt, kneading the flesh helped to make the experience that much better. Francis gently moved his hips, pushing his cock in and out of Willie's warm mouth and he began moaning softly. "You can cum in my mouth if you want," Willie said then went back to sucking the boys' cock. Willie was in heaven as well. Francis was a cute boy, nicely enough hung and seemingly willing to go down the road they were on. Willie was pretty sure that he'd be able to fuck the boy and that made his own cock throb. "I'm gonna cum Willie," Francis blurted out suddenly, "I'm gonna cum." The words were barely out of the kid's mouth before he groaned loudly. Willie felt the boys' cock thicken against his lips then the warmth of his young sperm flowing across his tongue. Francis was still young enough that his sperm hadn't developed the slightly bitter taste that older boys sperm had so the teen's offering was almost sweet. Willie savored every drop, continued to suck and milk the boy until Francis giggled and pulled away. "It tickles bad," he giggled as he pulled his waist back. Willie let him go and stood up, his rock hard cock pressed against his briefs inside his trousers. "How was that sweet boy," Willie asked, looking into the teen boys' eyes, Willie's hand finding the boys' still hard cock then feeling on his smooth young balls. "Incredible. I never done that before but always wondered what it would be like and now I know. I think I want to try it too, if you don't mind," he said, mimicking Willie's exact words. Willie was a bit surprised that the boy was open to continued sex play considering he'd just squirted. "I don't mind at all Francis, in fact, I'd like it. Do you want to try it right now, right here?" Francis had already noted that they were pretty much blocked from anyone's view unless someone was lurking about in the woods that bordered the property so nodded his head. Willie undid his trousers and slid them down along with his briefs allowing his rock hard cock to pop out like a jack in the box puppet. He pulled his shirt and jacket up at the same time that Francis dropped to his knees. The boy took hold of Willie's rigid willy and pulled it down so that the swollen head was looking him in the eye. He'd never really looked at a cock close up, other than his that is and that was in a mirror. He was fascinated by the mechanics of a foreskin, the unevenness of the skin that covered a cock head, and of course the thick shaft. "How do I do it," Francis asked," looking up at Willie. "Cover your lips, like this," the young pilot said and showed the boy what he meant. Francis did as he was told and opened wide, moved his head forward and closed his mouth over his first cock. Knowing his was the boys' first cock sent a thrill through Willie's body. He'd had the honor to be the first for more than 1 boy and he did consider it an honor. It meant a lot to the young man when a boy chose him to help them take that first step into the world sexual pleasure with another person. Being with Francis like he was, reminded Willie of one particularly adorable 11 year boy he'd befriended while training in upstate New York. Willie, at 21 years old, had taken a room with a local woman and her son Andrei. There had been an effort to give financial help for some of the less fortunate, often immigrants, by renting a room from them. So there was a bulletin board in the base mess hall that had posted advertisement. Needless to say, Willie was quite interested in "Woman with young son has room to rent." It had been up for some time. It seemed no one was interested in having a child around. Willie didn't mind having grown up with 8 other boys. He rather missed his brothers. Understand that Willie could easily have afforded to purchase a house if he'd wanted to, being a multi-millionaire in his own right. But knowing he was only going to be there a short time it didn't seem worth the effort so he chose to do what many of his fellows did and seek a room. In this case, Andrei and his mother Raina had fled Romania and lived alone in a small but neat 2 bedroom house not far from the training field. In offering Willie her sons' room, Andrei was then relegated to sleeping on the floor which bothered Willie, especially considering it was November. "You are welcome to sleep with me Andrei, Willie offered at the end of the first week in the house. Both males had stripped down to their underwear and were ready to crawl into their respective beds. Willie had noticed the youngster all but staring at his crotch since the first night but didn't give it much thought. Boys were curious creatures. Besides, Willie wore the new style of underwear, briefs, which brought attention to the man's bulge, whereas Andrei wore the traditional boxer style underwear. "My mama would be angry with me for disturbing your comfort sir," The boy had said in his high pitched melodic voice, a sound that Willie loved. Willie crooked a finger and the boy came to stand between the young man's legs as he sat on the edge of the bed. "I don't believe in hiding things from one's parents Andrei," Willie had whispered in a conspiratorial voice, "but in this case I think we could keep it a secret." That earned Willie a beautiful smile. "If you are sure sir," Andrei had said, seriously concerned about their guests' comfort. One of the things that Willie loved about Andrei was that he was as sweet and considerate a boy as he'd ever met. He wasn't making the offer to entice the boy into other things, Willie was just being himself, a generous and thoughtful young man. "I am sure Andrei." That said Willie tossed the covers back and had Andrei crawl across him to the other side of the bed. Once the covers were in place they snuggled in facing each other. "Now, isn't that better than the floor," Willie asked. "Yes it is sir, very much. And warmer too." "Indeed it is," Willie responded. He reached over and turned out the lamp. In the very dim light he said quietly, "You don't need to call me sir, Andrei. I would like for you to call me Willie." "I would like that Willie," the adorable boy said. With that, they fell asleep. So, there Willie stood, pants down around his knees with a very cute 13 year old blonde boy on his knees in front of him sucking his cock. Willie let his hand rung gently through Francis' light blond hair, reveling in the silky feel of it. The did a credible enough job for his first time but of course his mouth got sore rather quickly. Francis stood up, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. "Did I do okay Willie?" The young man draped his arms over the boys' shoulders which brought them a little closer. "You did perfect Francis." "I bet I can do better if I get more practice," he said. Willie asked if he could help in that endeavor and the boy grinned and nodded his head and said he hoped so. Neither said a word for a good 15 seconds, their faces seeming to move closer in millimeters, then Willie spoke in a soft voice. "I have an overwhelming urge to kiss you Francis." The boy gulped. "I do too Willie," he responded in an equally soft voice. Willie moved slowly closer and both he and Francis tilted their heads at the last second before their lips touched. Willie loved kissing and kissing a young boy was right at the top of his kiss list. Willie let their lips touch slightly, backed away just a tiny bit then returned with a little more pressure. The third time he stayed there, moving his lips against the boys', Francis responding accordingly. Willie stopped after a moment and backed off enough to have eye contact. "How was that Francis?" "Really great Willie. I think though that more practice is going to be needed with kissing too." That said their mouths met again and that turned into a full mouth, lip moving, deep breathing kiss that left them both panting for air. Willie had slid a hand down to cup Francis' butt which caused the boy to moan softly and press his groin against Willie's. When they broke the kiss the next time, Francis stayed against Willie with his head turned and resting against the man's chest. "This is so nice," he murmured. He moved his waist just a tiny bit, pressing his raging boner against Willie's. "You know what I'd like Willie? I'd like to be naked in bed with you and feel your skin against mine and feel your hard cock pressed against mine. I think that would be amazing." "I would like that too Francis," Willie responded after a very short pause. "I would like that a lot." "It's getting a little breezy," Willie finally said, stepping back from the boy. They both pulled their clothing back into place, adjusting their boners once everything was straightened out. "My dad is going to be gone for a few days," Francis said. "I could maybe stay at your house if that's okay." "That would be more than okay," the young pilot responded, "I'd like that a lot. I have to get my hands on a trainer for you." What Willie had in mind was a Luscombe model 8. It was the first side by side seated airplane and was the airplane of choice for training new pilots and had been since 1938. And he knew just where to get one. "Meanwhile, let's go back up on the wing and I'll start by showing you the instrument panel and things." So, back up on the wing they went. Willie climbed in then pointed things out for Francis then traded place with the boy and had him point out various gauges and things when Willie called out their name. Surprisingly the boy got 90% of it right. They finally called it a day and headed back toward Willie's house. They talked about school for Francis, possible girlfriends which caused the boy to scrunch up his face like he smelled fresh dog shit, sports; he played soccer and grades, above average with emphasis on math and science. "I have a manual that you can start reading Francis, or better yet, read with me since it gets complicated at places. In fact we can go back to my house and pull it out and get started," Willie told the boy. "My dad said I could stay as long as you can tolerate me and he leaves for France and England this afternoon so basically I'm free till next Tuesday." The young pilot nodded his head and said that would them even more time to get some solid work done. Back at the house Higby had my cook, Nellie, prepare some sandwiches for us, roast beef on rye, remnants of a standing rib roast from the night before. Willie took the time to let my man know that Francis might well be spending the next few days with us and that he, Willie, would get the boy ensconced in a room next to his. Higby was no fool, he knew that boy would most likely sleep in Willie's bed, using the hidden panel between the closets in the two room to get from one to the other, assuming that that his employer put him his own room for propriety's sake. They sat in the breakfast nook and a moment later Willie's cook brought in a pair of plated sandwiches stacked high with beef and fresh chips, as they call French fries in England. It was accompanied by tall ice cold glasses of milk. The two of them dug in, choosing not to try and talk around the mouthsful of food. "This is really good," Francis finally exclaimed, "my parents tend to want full meals for lunch and dinner which I think is a waste." Willie could only nod his head in understanding as there really wasn't anything to say about it. They continued to eat, talking only slightly. Nellie offered us some apple pie from the night before but both Francis and his host declined. They retired to the room that Willie used as an office where the cute young man found his flight manual and other materials that would be useful. He had Francis pull a chair up alongside and they started in. They spent an hour or so going through the materials, Francis seeming to follow along with relative ease. Willie finally got tired of it and closed the manual then grabbed the telephone. "Hey Reggie; this is Willie. Is the Luscombe available?" There was a pause before he came back with an affirmative. "I'm starting a new student on my own time. Can I use the plane?" Willie got a yes and said they would be there in 30 minutes. "Come on, let's go," he said to Francis. They grabbed the flight jackets and headed out the front door and turned left toward the carriage house where Willie opened a set of doors and in they went. Francis was stunned. To the left, sat a1939 Rolls-Royce Phantom III "Vutotal" Cabriolet convertible. The sleek automobile was an intriguing silver grey color on the fenders while above that, the body was gold and the trunk deck black. In the front, a chrome piece crossed under the grill then extended onto the fender and gave the impression of it being a mustache. In Francis' mind the car appeared to be speeding even though it was standing still. To the right sat a motorcycle with a sidecar attached on its left side. The motorcycle was primarily red with a white teardrop accent on the fuel tank with the name Harley Davidson printed in matching red inside the tear drop. The sidecar was red with white on the top of the nose, the tail, and white stripe on each fender. It was a 1200 cc flathead motor, also called a '45, with a 4 speed shifter along the left side of the fuel tank. It was to the motorcycle that Willie went. "I hope you don't mind," Willie said as he approached the motorcycle. Francis didn't mind a single bit and he said so. Truth be known his father didn't approve of motorbikes which made it all the more tantalizing to ride in it. Willie reached into the sidecar and pulled out a pair of goggles that he handed to the boy that directed him to get in. Willie went through a process of turning knobs and buttons before going to the other side and pulling out the kick start pedal. He kicked it over 3 times to prime the carburetor then turned the bike on and bounced on the kick starter and the motorbike fired right up, its loud throaty roar echoing inside the carriage house. The grin on Francis' smooth face could have lit up a darkened room. A few minutes later they headed out of the garage, down Willie's long driveway and hit public road. Because he had never been on a motorbike or in a sidecar, for Francis it was a most liberating ride, although not of the same caliber as flying. Still it was fun and the boy laughed out loud as they sped down the highway. As he road along, Francis reflected on his short but intimate relationship with Willie. Honestly, the boy was thrilled beyond belief. Willie was a hero to many people yet here he was devoting time and energy to Francis. He cut a dashing figure, was movie star handsome and just as sweet as pie. Plus he had an amazing cock. Francis couldn't believe that he'd actually told the young pilot about wanting to be naked in his bed but when Willie said he's like that too, Francis all but swooned. Despite being in a private boys school where sex practically raged all around him, Francis had yet to dip his toe into that pond. Being with Willie that morning and then again after they landed the airplane pretty much convinced the boy what he'd already suspected. He was a queer boy pure and simple and with any luck, maybe Willie would teach about how to be a gay boy. It had gone well so far. Thinking about all of that as he rode along in the sidecar gave Francis a boner. He wanted to undo his jeans and take it out and stroke on it. The young teen wanted Willie to see his hard young cock and somehow he knew that Willie wouldn't be angry with him for letting it out but in fact would probably smile and encourage Francis. What Francis didn't know was that Willie knew that the boy was fiddling with himself, could see his hands pushing at the front of his jeans. He wondered if the boy would take it out, hoped that Francis would take it out. Willie was reflecting too as they roared toward the airfield. Francis was an adorable boy, as cute as any that the young man had taken to his bed, and there had been quite a few of those. Willie was quite excited at the enthusiasm that Francis showed in regard to sex and his telling Willie that he wanted to be naked in the young man's bed simply enhanced his feelings toward the boy. Francis would have been shocked had he known that Willie was riding with a half boner himself as he dwelled on the possibilities that loomed for his young passenger. The same possibilities that had presented themselves with young Andrei, although Andrei had been less vocal in his desires, at least in the beginning. It started, of course, with the boy feeling up Willie in the night. His small hand felt around the front of Willie's briefs, his fingers ever so gently exploring the very hard, a seemingly very large piece of flesh hidden there. It didn't last long and the boy rolled over to face the wall on his side of the bed. Judging from the rustling under the covers, Willie assumed that the boy was fondling himself, a correct assumption on the young man's part. The episode repeated itself and Willie simply lay still, allowing the boy his ministrations. The following morning Andrei brought up morning boners for the first time. He and Willie had seen each other thusly every morning since Willie began staying in the house however Andrei tended to shield his physiology with his hands while all but ogling Willie's tented briefs. "Why do we wake up with a boner every morning Willie," the boy asked him. Willie chuckled then explained the situation to the best of his knowledge. The belief at the time had to do with the need to piss which of course didn't explain women's physiological reaction to the same stimulus. "Gosh, it's kind of embarrassing," the boy said, "and uncomfortable." Willie agreed with the boy to a point. "As far as embarrassing goes, well, since most males over the age of 10 wake up the same way you get used to it. Living with a barracks full of males, all of which wake up with boner's it's no big deal. It's less uncomfortable though when you don't have underwear on." Andrei's hand had been busy at his crotch while Willie explained it. "Do you mean, sleep naked?" Willie nodded his head then the boy asked if he slept naked and Willie nodded his head again. "But you don't sleep naked here." "That's true and the reason is that I am a guest in your house and it would be wrong for me to expose myself to you in that manner." Andrei thought about that for a moment. "But what if I said it was okay, that I didn't mind? And what if I decided to sleep naked too?" Willie commented that they could talk about it then added that he needed to pee then take a shower. "So do I," Andrei admitted then his face lit up. "Maybe we could take a shower together, you know, save on water." Being war time, there was plenty of propaganda about saving resources, about sharing when it was possible to share. Again, Willie brought up Andrei's mother and the boy had a response. "She works early today so she's gone already. "Okay kiddo," Willie said and tugged his briefs down, allowing 8 thick inches of rock hard cock to pop out, which is what Andrei's eyes did. The boy was speechless as he dropped his boxers and stepped out of them. "Let's take a second to look each other over and get that out of the way, okay Andrei?" The boy nodded his head. At 11 years old the adorable blonde boy was indeed on the cusp. Like Willie, he was uncut, his raging hard cock closing in on 5 inches. His balls were dropped and hung beautifully, one lower than the other. Of course, he was as smooth as the proverbial billiard ball. Willie could imagine him in another year, hairs sprouting, sperm spewing, balls a bouncing. "You're so huge Willie," Andrei said in a soft voice. "I can't even believe I'd get that big." "Well I have to say Andrei that you are very nicely developed for a boy your age and it looks like you have very possibility of being nicely hung as you get older." The cute young blonde beamed with the praise. "Come on, let's hit the shower. In the bathroom Andrei announced that he had to pee so Willie suggested that they just pee in the shower which of course, Andrei practically gasped at. After listening to the boys' reasoning Willie explained that urine was sterile, and besides, "don't tell me you've never peed in the shower or in the bathtub." Andrei sort of dropped his gaze sheepishly and admitted that he had. Willie got the water going and in they stepped. Willie intentionally avoided the usual "I'll wash your back for you," routine and went about cleansing himself and allowing Andrei to do the same. If the boy had brought it up, well, that would have been different, but he didn't. What he did bring up is the fact that his young cock was still at full stand. "You know the way to get rid of that, right," Willie asked and the boy shook his head. "So are you saying that you don't masturbate yet?" The expression on Andrei's face was answer enough but the boy said he didn't know what that was. Willie used the international hand gesture but still Andrei was clueless. "Well, I guess we can have that discussion then," the young pilot said. Their arrival at the airfield brought Willie back to the present. Willie pulled in and went to his personal parking slot in front of the office where he worked. He shut things down then he and Francis went inside the building where Francis was introduced to Reggie, co-owner of the small flight company. "She's fueled and ready to go Willie," the man said. Willie thanked him and he and Francis went out the back door. Willie explained the airplane to the boy as they walked toward it, its short history and why he liked it as a trainer. The Luscome 8a was one of the first airplane that had side by side seats in the cockpit. Perfect for training new pilots. "It isn't important for you to remember everything I tell you right now Francis, I don't expect you to. I will tell you the same things each time we go up. You will begin to remember the information, trust me. All you have to do right now is pay attention and try to remember what you can." Willie did a quick walk around, pointing out things to Francis, before undoing the tie-downs and climbing into the plane and directing the boy to the right seat. The young ace went through the brief pre-flight check again, explaining everything to Frances as he went. Once they were wheels up time seemed to fly for Francis, except when Willie told him to go ahead and take the stick, then time slowed way down. Like all new pilots, or future pilots, Francis over compensated but Willie was right there; calm collected and directive. Back on the ground, Francis was still a bit shaky but elated. Back at the house, they talked a little more about the experience and Francis declared that it had been about the best thing ever and that, while he couldn't remember everything he remembered a fair amount of what Willie had told him and even recited some of it and did so accurately. As they approached the front door of the mansion Francis let out a big yawn. "A little sleepy Francis," Willie asked and got a head nod followed by another yawn. "Well then, how about we take a little nap?" Francis allowed as how that would be great. Upstairs, in Willie's bedroom, the pair quickly disrobed down to underwear. "Naked or underwear," Willie asked. Francis response was to drop his boxer to reveal a delicious young cock rapidly on the rise. "I was hoping you'd say that," Willie said as he dropped his briefs and stepped out of them. "God I love your cock so much Willie," Francis said as he absently groped his own crotch. Willie stepped right up to the boy and took hold of his boner and stroked it a few times. "That's good because I love your cock too sweet boy." Francis all but swooned as Willie manipulated his most sensitive organ. Then the young man gently tilted Francis' head and move his face toward the boys'. Francis knew what was coming and while he was highly nervous about it, he didn't flinch. When Willie's lips touched his, Francis let out a soft moan. He had been dying to kiss Willie again but had zero experience at such things and didn't know how Willie would feel about it. Being kissed was the most wonderful thing ever to the boy. He felt Willie's lips moving against his and did his best to reciprocate. It didn't last long and Willie pulled away but kept his face close to Francis' face. "Your lips are as perfect as the rest of you Francis," Willie whispered. "Come, let's get into bed." He led the boy by the hand then turned the bed down and crawled in, beckoning the young boy to follow, which Francis did. The boy melted right into Willie's strong arms and the two kissed some more, this time with more passion and pressure. "You said you want to be naked and holding each other with our hard cocks pressed together and you got your wish." "I did," Francis said, "and it's wonderful; just like I thought it would be." "So, should we take a little nap," Willie asked teasingly. Francis shook his head then put his mouth against Willie's.