Date: Sat, 28 Nov 2009 07:02:58 -0800 (PST) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Arrynn A story of man and boy as well as boy and boy. If such things are upsetting or illegal for you then it is suggested that you look elsewhere for entertainment. "By the Gods A-Ron, I swear by all that's holy you're better'n any punani I've ever had and I've had plenty," he whispered softly in my ear, his beard tickling my skin. I relaxed back into him, warmed by his body and comforted by the strength of his arms. My name is Arrynn but he tends to pronounce it at times with the emphasis on a hard A when in reality there is no syllabic emphasis. Instead of Aaron, which is how everyone thinks it's pronounced, it's actually like the word cairn without the c. I've learned to settle for something in between, something half way between air-un and airn, something softer than Aaron but not as soft as Arrynn, something that hints at the Y. "Oh!" You say. "Do you have to spend so much time explaining it?" Yes, I do. It's the only thing I have left that my parents gave me, the only thing left from my previous life. "Thank you papa," I responded and held his heavily muscled arms tighter to my chest as I tried to push my ass back into him a little more as if to get every possible millimeter of his huge cock all of the way inside of me. Despite what one might think I felt safe, secure, and cared for; especially when he fucked me. He wasn't really my father, more of a caretaker, a guardian I guess you'd say. He'd found me wandering the streets when I was eight years old, cut and bleeding. It was said that the explosions were caused by leaks in old gas mains and exacerbated by the volatile chemicals used or manufactured in the factories. I had also heard the word saboteurs used but I didn't know what it meant and it really didn't matter much to me anyhow. Regardless of the cause, everyone and everything I'd ever known had been lost in the blink of an eye in the massive explosions that completely leveled 15 city blocks in every direction; heavily damaged or destroyed everything for another three miles beyond and damage diminishing the farther away you got. Anything made of wood within 3 miles, and that included the hovels where most of the factory workers lived, had been reduced to splinters. And, reportedly, the explosion broke windows up to 40 miles away. I doubt that a nuclear blast would have done much more damage. I had been lucky, if being homeless and without family, friends, or anything else that I'd known could be called lucky. Wearing a very light shirt, a cap and trousers, I'd been walking away from the blast so the back part of me caught the brunt of it. I'd been flung forward, breaking my right arm when I unconsciously tried to brace myself for the fall, which it didn't, and my face got introduced to gravel and macadam. I still have a slight scar on the tip of my chin. Johan's hand slid down until his fingers brushed into the hair at my crotch then wrapped around my half hard cock. In the last year he had often commented that, based on my cock alone, I could well be his narif maneete, his blood son. A third of the way through my 14th year, I was slightly over 8 inches from root to tip when my foreskin was pulled back. Johan was probably 3 inches longer than me and easily as thick as a grown man's wrist. My 11th birthday was the first time that he'd put that monster inside of me and the pain had been incredible. Despite all the time spent preparing me, his licking my tender little butt hole and inserting fingers until I begged him to put something bigger than his fingers in there, it had hurt. But I hadn't cried. While 10 was the age that Johan had determined a boy eligible for actual fucking we had been sexually interactive since I was 9 ½ years old even though he'd had plenty of opportunity before that to fuck me. Johan could also have left me to die on the streets, a fate that thousands of others had met. He could have turned me over to the authorities which, because of the overwhelming number of homeless and injured, would have likely ended in the same manner, my death. Instead he'd taken me to his home, he had rescued me. Johan had stripped and bathed me then helped to clean and patch the numerous cuts, pulled dozens of splinters and bits of glass from the back half of my body. I had been inside of what was later called the 3 mile kill zone and at that distance the force of the explosion forced the flying debris through my shirt and trousers embedding them in my back and the backs of my arms and legs. Had I been facing the other way there is little doubt that I would have been blinded, that is, if I had lived. I had been given drugs to kill the pain as my left arm was set and a needle and thread were used to sew shut some of my deeper cuts. I don't remember much of that period for I was in shock, had lost a lot of blood. I found out later that it wasn't Johan that had fixed me up but an actual doctor, although one who had long since lost his right to practice medicine legally. It had taken more than a month before I was able to wear clothes and even then it was uncomfortable. Until that time I wandered around his house naked, although wandering didn't quite describe my movement as much as hobbling did; and that at a slow pace. In fact it was a solid week before I could even get out of bed, or so I was told. Johan never said an unkind word to me as he cleaned up bed blankets that I had shit and pissed on. He never complained about having to feed me until I could feed myself, and never complained about having to clean up after my feeble attempts to feed myself with a right arm that had pulled shoulder muscles and a severe wrist sprain. I was instinctively left handed. When I had decided to become sexually interactive with Johan it wasn't payback for all that he had done for me nor was any kind of payback expected. At no time did he ever hold that over my head. And it wasn't because he was a nice man for in almost all other aspects of his life he wasn't particularly a nice man. Johan worked mostly outside of the law. He got things for people, he did things for people; things that they couldn't or didn't know how to do or get for themselves. He was a protector to many and no matter what services he performed for people those services always came at a price. My protection, his care of me, did not. Before the explosion life had been difficult enough for most people that I knew and certainly my family was no exception but afterwards it became a real struggle. Because of Johan I never lacked for food or clothing and as I said I did not lack for decent medical care whereas many people died because the sparse resources of the city became totally overwhelmed. No, I became sexually interactive with Johan because I truly loved him and I wanted to do for him what the other boys that he brought home did for him. There had been women too but they were few and far between. Johan shared his sleeping area with boys, always younger teenage boys, boys generally not old enough to drive an automobile, not that there were many of those available, boys not old enough to work in the factories, not that there were many of those left immediately after the explosion. The first time he brought a boy home I thought that he was going to send me away, put me back on the streets where he had found me. Johan must have sensed my fear for he took me aside and explained that the boy was just a hutura, a plaything. I didn't understand and he could see that. "Would you like to come with me and watch us Arrynn," he asked me gently. I nodded my head. He put his arm around my shoulder, carefully because I was still healing from my injuries and my left arm was still in the cast. He beckoned the boy to come to him and the three of us went into Johan's sleeping room. Johan sat on the edge of the frame of his sleeping area, his bed, and had the boy stand in front of him. He began to undress the boy, caressing the boy's slender chest once the shirt was off. Johan then untied and unlaced the front of the boys' trousers and pulled them down to his ankles. The boy did nothing to cover himself, allowing me and Johan to see his pego, his cock, which was soft and hanging front of him. I was amazed that the boy had hair down there, although it didn't seem to be a whole lot, and I saw that his marbles seemed to hang so much lower than mine which actually hardly ever hung at all. Until then the only naked body I'd seen had been my own. Johan reached out and took hold of the boys' cock and began playing with it, squeezing it and moving his large hand up and down on it, and cupping the boys' marbles. The boy closed his eyes and the smile that spread on his young face told me that he wasn't in pain; that he was enjoying whatever Johan was doing to him. And I saw his cock get all hard. Then Johan surprised me by gently making the boy step backwards then getting down in front of the boy and putting his mouth over the boys' cock and moving his head back and forth on it. The boy placed his hands at the sides of Johan's head at the same time as his own head rolled backwards and he moaned loudly. It took a moment to realize that the moan was of pleasure, that Johan wasn't biting the boy's pego. Johan's hands had moved to the boy's slender butt and was rubbing and squeezing on the cheeks and seemed to be pulling the boy toward his face. The boy began pushing and pulling his hips and helping to move his cock in and out of Johan's mouth. My hand went to the front of my trousers and squeezed at my own cock which had gotten quite hard as I watched Johan and the boy. I didn't understand that at all but I wasn't bothered by my body's reaction either. Johan finally stood up and bade the boy to take Johan's clothes off, specifically his trousers since Johan was already peeling off his shirt. The boy got to his knees and when he pulled Johan's trousers and short clothes down his cock sprung out and upward almost hitting the boy in the face. I'm sure that my jaw was hanging down to my chest for Johan's cock was enormous. As long as my arm between my wrist and my elbow it looked as thick also. I thought it more like a tree limb sticking out from a wild mass of black hair. Johan's marbles weren't marbles at all but balls the size that a child might toss about in the back yard. They hung large and hairy beneath his huge cock. I wasn't the only one who had been surprised for initially the boy's head snapped back as though confronted by a Dharti, the large snake that inhabited the jungle. As I stepped closer the boy reached up and took hold of the thing and peeled the foreskin back to reveal an angry red and swollen head. The boys' fingers seemed to barely reach around it and when he opened his mouth and leaned forward I couldn't believe that he was actually going to get any part of the thing in his small mouth. The boy managed to get the head inside and then a little bit of the shaft. He moved his head back and forth and because I was closer now I could see his cheeks move in and out and realized that he was actually sucking on Johan's cock and thus surmised that was what Johan had been doing to the boy. I wasn't sure why anyone would put a piss tube, or in Johan's case a piss pipe, in his mouth. That didn't make sense to me. Judging from the expression on Johan's face it made perfect sense to him as well as feeling good. I knew that squeezing my cock, pushing and pulling on it, especially when it got hard, felt wonderful. The same with my marbles when I tugged or felt on them just as the boy was doing to Johan although Johan's sac filled the boys' hand to overflowing. The boys' hand was moving on Johan's cock, sliding the skin back and forth as he sucked it and I wondered why he was doing that. Eventually I would find out that there were lots of things that boys did to themselves and each other that felt good and was fun. "My mouth gets sore from such a huge cock," the boy exclaimed as he stood up to face Johan before looking toward me. It was the first time that the boy had spoken and I found that I liked how his voice sounded; older than my high pitched voice but not nearly as deep as Johan's. I noticed too that the boy was pleasant to look at. While he had some dark hair growing at his cock, his face and under his arms were as smooth as my own. He had large dark eyes, a small button nose and somewhat full reddish lips. His teeth were quite white, his hair a longish tousled black mass on his head. I glanced at his cock which had continued to stand proudly in front of his flat belly until that is, he covered it with his hand and began squeezing and stroking it. "Would you like me to make you squirt before we continue." Johan asked the boy who responded with an enthusiastic nod of his head. I figured that somehow Johan was going to make the boy pee and of course I wondered first of all why, then how. "Fetch the small bottle of cooking oil from the stove Arrynn," he said to me and when I returned with it the boy was lying on the sleeping covers with his legs draped over the frame. Johan had me hold the bottle while he pushed the boys' legs back fully exposing his poop hole. I sort of leaned in closer because I'd never seen one before and found it to be rather interesting. I was shocked when Johan leaned forward and began licking at the wrinkled muscle. Of course my little brain was overflowing with questions but I had learned early that when my protector was engaged in something I was not to bother him with questions. If he wanted me to know what he was doing or why he was doing it he would tell me, often explaining things in detail and sometimes letting me try my hand at it. In this case I had no desire what so ever to try my hand at it, or my tongue as the case may be. However it was interesting to note that Johan seemed to enjoy it although not as much as the boy who was moaning with sounds of pleasure and reaching down to pull his butt cheeks farther open than they already were. Johan finally leaned back and asked for the bottle, poured some of the oil on his finger then handed it back to me. He then slid the oiled finger inside of the boy's poop hole and began moving it in and out. While he did that, Johan leaned down and licked at the boy's smooth sac of marbles for a moment or two then pulled his head away. He then held the boys' hard cock upright with his thumb and fingers and began moving the skin up and down, covering and uncovering the head of the boys' cock. The boy moaned loudly and Johan called for me to stand next to him and watch, which I was more than willing to do. "Now watch closely Arrynn so that you may learn something." The boy's hands were at his side, clutching at the blankets then he raised his head and looked toward where Johan was doing stuff to him. His eyes weren't nearly as large as they had been; in fact they were almost closed as though he'd just gotten up from sleep. He groaned out loud and then an amazing thing happened. A stream of the whitest pee I'd ever seen flew out of his pego and landed on his chest. That was followed by yet another stream that landed just short of the first one. The boys' belly was constricting and convulsing as though he were throwing up and he was panting heavily. The white stuff, which I decided wasn't pee, began sort of oozing out of the boy's cock and running down over Johan's fingers. Johan slipped another finger inside the boy then stood up, leaned down and licked the white stuff off of the boy's belly all the while moving his fingers in and out of the boys' poop hole. I watched as the boy reached out and took hold of Johan's cock and began stroking it just as Johan had done to him. I wondered if the white stuff was going to come out of Johan's cock like it did the boy, assuming of course that it was the stroking that caused it. Johan finally stood back up which pulled his cock out of the boys' hand. He asked me for the oil again but when I tried to hand it to him he told me to pour it slowly onto his cock. I thought that was very strange but did as he asked. As I poured it Johan smeared the stuff up and down and all over his thick Dharti like cock then told me to stand to the side, pointing to where he wanted me. He moved in close enough to the boy that his cock was resting on the boys' cock and balls. Before I knew what was happening Johan pulled his fingers out of the boy then pushed his cock at the boys' hole. "No, please, it won't fit mister please, your cock is way too big," the boy cried out. Johan raised the boys' legs, wrapped his arms around his thighs and shoved hard. Apparently his cock must have gone inside the boy because he let out a piercing scream, his whole body stiffened up, and his hands beat at the bed covers. Johan quickly moved his hands underneath the boys' knees and pushed his legs way back so I could see that indeed, Johan's big cock had gone inside the boys' poop hole. Not only that, he kept pushing until his body was against the boys' body. Once there he started to pull back out, stopped half way and went back inside. On the bed the boy was sobbing, his head was rolling from side to side and his entire body continued to look stiff as a board. It seemed like he was trying to get away but Johan held him tightly as he picked up speed. "Settle down boy," Johan said in a gruff voice, one that I'd only heard once from him. "You knew you were going to get fucked when you came with me so settle down or you'll not be paid." The boy quieted down some but was still sobbing. Johan had picked up speed, was taking his thick cock almost all the way out of the boy then shoving it back in, hard. I started to hear a whacking sound as his body slammed into the boys' body. It sounded almost like a child being spanked and I suppose that, in a way, he was. "You're so tight boy I expect that I'll spew quickly," Johan said. He moved the boys' legs so that his ankles rested against Johan's shoulders then Johan leaned forward and began moving with renewed energy. I noticed that sometimes he moved his butt from side to side as he was pushing his cock in the boy. I moved to stand behind him and could see his large balls swing in the air then get mashed up against the boy's butt. I wondered if that hurt because whenever I'd smacked my marbles like that it hurt like nothing I'd ever felt before. From in back I could also see Johan's hairy poop hole open up when he pulled his cock out of the boy then close again when he moved forward. I was mesmerized by the entire thing, having never seen anything like it until that day. It seemed to make my own cock be harder. "Come over here and watch Arrynn," he commanded and I returned to where I was beside him. He was pumping his cock pretty hard, the smacking noises were pretty much drowning out the boys' cries. Then all of a sudden Johan pulled his cock all the way out, wrapped his hand around it and began moving his hand back and forth on it fast. His other hand moved down to play with the sac of balls and he was panting as loud as the boy had been. "Now watch Arrynn," he said and a low moan came out of his throat and a blast of white stuff shot out and landed on the boy's neck and chest. Another one flew out, and then another so the front of the boys' body had slashed of white all over it. Johan then shoved his cock back inside the boy and went back to doing what he'd done before. He kept that up for another moment then pulled his cock back out. The boy was still tearing and wiping his eyes but if I had to guess, with Johan's big cock finally out of his poop hole he had to be feeling better. Johan moved back out of the way and before he lowered the boys legs I could see that his hole was opened and not a tight little muscle like it had been before Johan stuck his cock in there and white stuff was leaking out a little bit. I wondered if that meant that the boys' shit would just fall out into his clothes from then on and I shivered at the thought. I wondered too if white stuff was leaking out then Johan must have put some in there. I was a little amazed considering he'd shot a lot of it onto the boy. I was full of questions that went unasked. Johan reached down, took the boys' hand and pulled him into an upright position then kissed the boy full on the mouth and wiped the tears from his cheek. The boy tried to smile but was having difficulty with it. "There now, that wasn't so bad was it?" You are lucky that I treated you so nicely and didn't just up and fuck you like a dog." Johan patted the boys' damp cheek and ordered me to get a cloth with warm water on it and when I brought it too him Johan tenderly wiped the gooey white stuff from the boys' body. He then went over to where his chest rested against the wall, pulled out a leather sack, poured some coins into his hand and gave them to the boy who finally managed to muster up a slight smile and muttered a "thank you." Johan told him to get dressed and left the room, his big cock swinging in the air as he walked. I heard him go into the water room and assumed that he was going to clean himself up. I didn't know what to do so just stood quietly as the boy got dressed, pulling his pants on rather slowly. I saw him wince in pain a couple of times. When he was done he picked the coins up off the bed and put them in his pocket and looked at me for a moment. "Did he do that to you," he asked, nodding his head at my cast. I shook my head. "What happened?" When I didn't answer he said "The explosion?" I nodded my head then he nodded his. "Lost my da, now it's just me and my ma and two little brothers. It's why I do this, for the money. You have to do this too?" I shook my head. "He doesn't mess around with you?" I shook my head. "He will, one day." I shook my head again. I had decided that I didn't want any part of that. I didn't want to have to suck Johan and I certainly didn't want that monstrous pego in my poop hole. And I didn't and Johan didn't force me. We talked about it though. When Johan got out of the water room the boy was gone and I was sitting on a chair in the main room shivering like a frightened rabbit. "What is the matter Arrynn," he asked and I shook my head, my eyes glued to the floor between my feet. He came up to me, put his hand under my chin and gently lifted my head until I was looking at him, tears rolling from my eyes. "You are afraid that I will make you do such things." It was a statement not a question. I only blinked at him, too afraid to even wipe the tears from my cheeks. "I will never ever do that to you unless you ask to be involved. You are like a maneete to me, a son. I would never force you. Do you understand?" I nodded my head and he smiled at me, bent down and kissed me gently on the forehead. "There are many boys, such as that one, that do those things for money while some do it for the fun of it. I do it because I love boys but I don't want a permanent boy lover, especially since you are living with me. If there comes a time when you want to try some of those things then it is only for you to ask. If you wish to watch me with other boys you only have to ask." He then told me that he had work to do, asked me if I was going to be alright and when I nodded my head, he patted me softly on the cheek and left. For all his gruffness Johan could be kindly. While Johan brought many boys to the house it would be almost a full year before I would be present while he did things with them. Most of the time I would be reading in the main room when I heard the noises; screams, sobbing, but also the sounds of pleasure for not all of boys experienced pain when Johan fucked them, or at least not severe pain. I never heard any sounds of slapping or hitting however for Johan wasn't like that, at least not with his boys. People who crossed him were a different story. Sometimes I would talk with the boys before they left the house when Johan was either cleaning himself up or sleeping. Of course most of them were curious as to why he brought them home as long as I was there to service him and all were surprised when I told them that I did not have sex with Johan. As I said before all of the boys were in their teen years and it seemed that Johan's favorite were boys at the beginning of their teen years. All of the boys were comely, a few could be considered beautiful by any standards. Most were boys that looked and acted like boys while some seemed more like girls, softer looking and acting. One day Johan brought a girl home with him, at least I thought so, because she wore a dress and had a very slight amount of cheek and eye color as well as long wavy blonde hair. It was only afterwards that I found out that it was a boy, a cheydari, a boy who makes himself look like a girl and acts like a girl. We talked a little before he left and he even had a girls' name. I didn't believe he was a boy so he pulled his dress up and pulled his lace panties down and showed me his cock. He told me that he shaved everything down there so it was soft and smooth for the men he was with. When I asked him why he dressed like that he said because the Gods made a mistake with him and made his outside look like a boy but on the inside made him a girl. It was very strange for me and I wouldn't finally understand it until later in life. Very rarely did Johan bring the same boy home more than once and it was one of those boys who persuaded me to watch him and Johan. His name was Keenan and apparently Johan knew him fairly well because he asked him to stay at the house and watch over me while Johan left the city on business. He was only suppose to be gone over night but ended up being gone for three days. I was worried to death but Keenan assured me that Johan would be okay. During that time Keenan and I got to know each other pretty well. I found out how he knew Johan and that Keenan actually worked for Johan besides some times having sex with him. He found out why I wasn't having sex with Johan and how it was all because of that first experience. "Well that must have been frightening indeed Arrynn," he told me, "It's no wonder that you choose not to share Johan's bed. But you will never know the pleasures that can also be found with someone, it isn't all pain and sadness you know. Perhaps you should watch Johan and me together it might give you a different point of view. Maybe I could even show you a few simple things so you can see for yourself," he added with a smile. I shook my head while thinking "perhaps" as Keenan was a very handsome boy. His face was smooth and clear, his eyes green, and he had a mass of brown hair. Also he was kind and gentle with me. Keenan had to sleep with me because there really was no other place to sleep but on the floor as Johan's bedroom door was heavily locked. No one was allowed in there unless Johan invited them and that included me. "Your bed ropes need tightening Arrynn," Keenan said when he saw my sleeping platform. He then went about pulling the dowels then tightening the ropes that held the canvass to the support frame. I didn't have the strength to pull the ropes tight enough then keep them tight while I reset the dowel that kept them in place on the outside of the frame. Keenan did the two ropes that held the outside then the top end rope before doing the bottom and finishing with the two ropes on the other side. "There that oughta hold us okay. I'll re-do it for you before I leave." He then crawled underneath the frame and tightened the four corner ties that held the thick foam piece to the canvass. Once done he crawled back out and stood up. "Your bedcovers look fresh Arrynn," he said and I nodded my head. "Perhaps we should bathe before sleeping." Again I nodded my head. Keenan immediately pulled his shirt off then began unlacing the ties at the front of his trousers. I tugged my shirt off as Keenan shoved his pants to the floor and stood waiting for me. I tried not to stare as his cock as I untied my laces and shoved my pants down then stepped out of them one foot at a time. When I stood up Keenan simply took my hand and walked me to the bathroom. "We shall bathe together in order to save hot water," he said, adding, "is that okay with you Arrynn?" I answered that it was although I was a little nervous. Aside from my parents before they died, and Johan, no one had seen me naked before and aside from Johan during the first few weeks of my recuperation I'd not bathed with anyone before either. In the bathing room Keenan led me behind the wall that separated bathing from toilet and sink. We stood beneath the large round disc that the water flowed from and Keenan pulled the chain. I quickly rinsed myself then Keenan slid the chain into a Y shaped bracket mounted on the wall. The ball on the chain kept the spigot open so the water would continue to flow. I stepped back and watched Keenan go about soaking himself, my eyes all but glued between his legs. Keenan's cock seemed long and thin to me although not nearly as long as Johan's. I would learn that few men were as big as Johan. There was a goodly amount of hair at the base of his cock but it wasn't wild and bushy like Johan's. There was some hair on the sac of balls that hung below, balls that weren't a large as Johan's but bigger than the first boy that I seen almost a year before that. I watched him pull his foreskin back and rinse the head before reaching behind himself and getting water to his hole. Once done he released the chain and the water stopped and he reached for the soap and began washing himself down. I simply watched him, watched his cock and swung lazily around, watching his balls and they swung slightly between his legs. When he washed down there he did it slowly as if petting a dog or a cat, lifting his balls and washing underneath them and back toward his bunghole. He finished that and again, reached behind him and washed his hole and when he was done he turned back to face me, looking down at my waist. "Well Arrynn it seems you like to look at me." I looked down and saw that I'd gotten quite hard and I hadn't even noticed it. "My, you're pretty big for a nine year old boy," he told me with a smile. "Would you like me to wash you Arrynn?" I could only nod my head. Keenan got to his knees, turned me around and began washing my back, down onto my butt and then each leg. He told me to widen my feet and I did, not understanding why until his finger slipped in and began washing my bunghole. I'd never felt anything quite like that in my life and it felt very good and when he ran his fingers around my marbles I thought I was going to drop. He finished after a moment then turned me around and began at my chest then moved down to my waist. Keenan took as much care with my hard little cock and my balls as he'd done with his own. As I watched him I also watched his cock begin to get hard, rising like a snake between his legs. He peeled my foreskin back and gently cleaned all over my cock head then squeezed his hand over it as he pulled his hand away. If everything else had felt good, that action was even better. When he finished he stood up and his cock was sticking straight out from his body. "It seems that I enjoyed washing you Arrynn as much you liked it." His hand moved down and he grasped onto his hard cock and stroked it a few times, uncovering and covering the head. I nodded my head, unable to say anything to the older teen. "Well then lets rinse and go to your bed and maybe I can show you some other things that feel even better." With that he set the chain and he rinsed me off. He turned me to face him then reached behind and pulled my cheeks open and using his fingers helped get all of the soap from my hole. As I lay against him, his cock lay against my side and I could fell the warmth coming from it. He finished and shut the water off then we dried quickly and went to my room. Keenan pulled the covers back and got in and waved me to join him. The room was dark so Keenan rolled out on his side and opened one side of the curtains to allow some light in then climbed back in then sort of moved up next to me. "So, do you want me to show you some stuff Arrynn," he asked, quickly adding, "I'll stop when ever you say and I promise not to do anything that will hurt you." I'd given that some thought after he said it in the shower and the fact was that I was curious as to what Johan did with the boys he took to his room. I knew from that first time that not everything he did hurt them. I also wanted to feel some of that closeness that I'd missed since my parents were killed. I had gotten plenty of hugs and kisses my whole life and while Johan hugged and kissed me a little bit I wanted more that what he was giving. I wanted to be held, to be touched, not in a sexy way necessarily but just physical contact. "Okay," I responded in a soft voice. Keenan smiled then I felt the covers move then the warmth of his hand as he rested it on my chest. He rubbed his hand gently back and forth on my chest, his fingers grazing across my nipples. I shivered slightly and giggled. "Do you like that Arrynn," he asked and I nodded my head. His hand moved up onto my neck then his fingers grazed softly against my cheek the moved through my hair which was worn somewhat long then back to my face. "You're skin is so soft and smooth Arrynn," he said in a quiet voice. "I like touching you." Well, I liked having him touch me. His hand moved lazily down onto my belly, working back and forth to my rib cage then onto my hips. The anticipation of having Keenan touch my cock had it stone hard and quivering and just when I thought that he was finally going to do it his hand slid down my left leg then back up along the inside. He rubbed, he squeezed gently as he moved up toward my marbles, my balls. I moved my right leg outward to give him more room but again, just before he touched my bag his hand moved up onto my right thigh and he repeated the process. I had half way tensed my body for it and when he skipped past my boy stuff I relaxed again. I heard Keenan chuckle softly. "You're waiting for me to touch you down there aren't you Arrynn?" I nodded my head somewhat vigorously. "I'm ready if you're ready," he said softly and again I nodded my head. Keenan's hand moved slowly up the inside of my left thigh, his fingers kneading the soft flesh until just before he got to my stuff. His hand then turned over and his fingers touched my balls and gently wrapped around the sac as his thumb hooked itself around the base of my rigid cock and I gasped in response. He squeezed gently then slid his fingers up and grasped onto my pego and stroked it a few times, sliding the skin back and forth over the sensitive head. Nothing in my previous experience had prepared me for how it felt when Keenan first touched me there. Like most boys, I suppose, I'd played with myself before so knew how sensitive my organs could be but having someone else touch me there was the most incredible thing I'd ever felt. "Do you like how that feels Arrynn," Keenan asked as he continued to slide the skin up and down on my cock. I had started to breathe more quickly but managed to say that it did. "You can touch me if you want," he responded and as if to emphasis the statement his lower body moved closer and I felt his cock touch the side of my hand which had been resting on the bed between us. I readjusted my hand and took hold of his cock, the warm hard flesh filling my hand. I slowly stroked Keenan as he was stroking me. "That feels good Arrynn," he said. I could tend to feel self conscious, not worthy or not as good as others so hearing the older teen tell me that made me feel good. It made me want to do better so I squeezed him a little tighter. After a moment or five Keenan let go of me and said, "I'd like to put your cock in my mouth Arrynn, is that okay?" I told him it was so he pulled away from me then pushed the bed covers down to my knees and slid his body down on the bed. "You have such a nice body Arrynn," he said as took hold of my cock and stroked it a few more times as he rose up on his elbow. I felt proud at what he said. I watched him lean his head down then felt the warmth of his mouth on my cock then his tongue as it licked the head. The warmth spread quickly from my cock to the rest of my body, almost like ripples on a pond. I'd never felt such good feelings in my life and quickly understood, at least in some part, why boys wanted to share Johan's bed. Had I known how good it felt I might have offered myself to him. Keenan moved his head up and down, taking all of me into his mouth, holding his lips tight so that they pressed against the head of my cock when they moved against it. His fingers continued to stroke me as he sucked and my body began to respond on its own, my hips moving slightly up and down against his movement. It felt like my body was beginning to vibrate when Keenan stopped. "How was that Arrynn," he asked as he slid back up along side of me. "It was wonderful," I told him, my breathing having gotten faster. "Well, I'm wondering if you would like to try that on me, to suck on my cock." I told him I didn't think that I could do it but I could try. "You don't have to get it all in your mouth; that would be too much for a boy to do on his first try. You just do what you can." He showed me how to cover my teeth with my lips before I slid down on the bed. Like Keenan had done I rose onto my elbow and leaned in close. I took hold of his cock and slid my hand up and down, watching his foreskin move back and forth over the swollen head. It was weird seeing that on a bigger cock like that and I noticed that the tip of his foreskin was kind of red colored, as was the head. I spend a moment looking him over, seeing how his large balls moved when I stroked him. "When will I get hairs," I asked him and he said that he started getting them when he was 12 and figured that I would probably start somewhere around there. I put my hand between his legs and cupped his balls, the large sac of eggs filling my small hand. I was surprised at how soft they were. My exploration done, I took hold of him again, pulled his foreskin all the way down, opened my mouth wide, remembering to cover my teeth, then took the head inside and closed my mouth. The feeling of his cock in my mouth was strange; hard yet soft and pliable. Since they were so close I moved my tongue across the head and was amazed by the texture of it. I moved my head up and down, taking a small amount of the shaft inside, and moved my hand up and down, stroking him. "Fuck Arrynn that feels good," Keenan said and at the same time put his hand on my side and gently rubbed up and down, even onto my butt. Receiving praise from Keenan made me want to do better, made me want to give him the kind of pleasure that he had given me. I continued to stroke and suck, trying to take a little more of him into my mouth and I must have been doing a good job because he moaned softly and gently squeezed me as he rubbed me. I found that I loved sucking his cock, loved making Keenan happy and loved bringing him pleasure. I loved how he felt in my mouth and in my hand and loved that he rubbed me and spoke soft kind words to me. But my mouth got sore and I had to stop. I crawled back up along side Keenan. "Did I do okay?" I asked him. "You did wonderfully Arrynn," he told me. "You are such a great boy and so cute too," he added then rubbed the side of my face. I couldn't help but put my hand on his and press it lightly to my pale skin. "I could just hold you and kiss you all night long," the older teen said in a soft voice that was as caressing as his touch. "Have you ever been kissed Arrynn? I mean really kissed," He asked, emphasizing the really part. I shook my head. Keenan lowered his face to mine and kissed me tenderly on the lips. He held it much longer than any kiss that Johan or my parents had given me. Keenan's lips were soft and warm and I liked it a great deal. He pulled away, asked me how I liked it and when I told him I did he kissed me again only this time it was with more pressure and he moved his lips around. He moved his hand from my face and down onto my chest and gently rubbed me as he kissed me. I found my heart fluttering, I didn't want him to stop so pressed my lips against his and moved my lips much as Keenan was moving his. When he broke away the second time his head moved downward and he kissed my neck. I thought I was going to faint and felt myself inhale sharply. The feelings were a mix of tickle and tingle and I wrapped one arm around his head and the other his waist as if to hold him there. When he finally stopped kissing and gently sucking on my neck he kissed me again on the lips and I could feel his tongue pushing to get into my mouth. I opened and let him in. I could feel myself gasping for breath, drawing heavily in and out through my nose. Keenan pressed his lips harder against mine as our tongue seemed to fight against each other. isHis Keenan's hand slid down and rubbed against my cock while his fingers clutched my balls. I spread my legs open farther for him, not wanting him to stop. He finally broke the kiss and looked down into my eyes. "Fuck Arrynn I need to cum so bad." I gave him a perplexed look. I didn't know that word. I mean, I did, but he was already there with me so it didn't make sense. He furrowed his brows at me then said, "You don't know what I mean do you?" I shook my head. "It means to squirt, to make my sperm come out." I didn't know that word either, the sperm word I mean because I certainly knew squirt. Keenan rolled onto his back and took hold of his stiff cock and began sliding his hand up and down on it; then I knew what he meant. "Oh, you mean the white stuff." Although it had been a year since I'd seen Johan with that boy, I remembered. Keenan nodded his head. "You can help me if you want to," he said. When I asked what I could do, he told me to play with his balls. "You can kind of pull on them and squeeze them and stuff and maybe even tickle down underneath them toward my bunghole, my butt hole. He had me sit so that his other hand could play with my cock and my balls and when he pulled and tugged on mine I figured that was what he wanted me to do to his, so I did. "Oh yeah Arrynn, you're doing real good. You're such a beautiful boy Arrynn; I love your curly ebony hair and how it frames your face, and contrasts your pale skin. It makes your grey eyes stand out. Those lips are sure great for kissing too." I was beginning to blush from all the praise that Keenan was heaping on me. Truth be known I was rather fond of how I looked. Mostly I kept my hair tied back in a horse tail but when it was down alongside my face it did make my skin seem even more pale. My parents had said that our family originally came from Eireland many hundreds of years ago, before the dark war that almost destroyed the world. They said that our people had been strict about marrying our own kind to protect our race, our customs, our ways. I guess that it didn't matter much now that so many had been killed in the explosion that took my parents and family from me. "I'm getting close Arrynn; do you want to help finish me off?" I said that I would if he wanted so he told me what I'd need to do. His fist seemed to be moving faster, as was his breathing. I could see his muscles belly constrict and relax and wondered what kind of feelings were going through his body. I wrapped my hand around Keenan's cock and began stroking it like he had. I leaned my head down and put my lips around his cock head and let my tongue swirl all over the tip as I stroked him. "Oh yes Arrynn that's perfect," Keenan panted, "it won't be long now." I kept up what I was doing for a short while longer before Keenan said "Now". I took my mouth from his cock and leaned back a little bit and stroked him a little bit faster. "Hold it tighter Arrynn; keep the skin off of the head." I felt his cock get thicker against my hand and all of a sudden a stream of stuff flew out of his pee hole and landed on his chest. I was amazed. It happened again and again and each time I could feel his cock pulse just before the stuff squirted out. "Oh gods oh gods," Keenan moaned and his hands clutched at the bed covers. After four or five squirts the stuff kept burbling out of his cock and running down over my fingers and dripping into the hair at the base of his cock. He told me I could slow down and I could also let the skin go back and forth over the head again and when I did it he sort of shivered. I would soon find out how sensitive a cock head could get after a boy cummed. His sperm felt warm and gooey on my fingers and I couldn't help but pick some off with my other hand and rub it between my fingers. It was strange stuff indeed. Keenan finally said I could stop so I did. I looked at his body and the slashes of white that were all over it as though he'd been clawed and white blood had oozed from the wounds. "Where does that stuff come from Keenan," I asked him. "Why, it comes from your balls," he told me and I wondered aloud why I'd never had any come from mine. Of course I hadn't stroked it like that before either. He explained that little boys didn't make sperm but that I would in a few years, after I started getting hair on my pego. I sort of wanted to ask him why he did that, made the sperm, but I figured that it must feel real good or else why would someone want to make such a mess. Instead I asked what purpose it had and Keenan explained that men put it inside of women to make babies. Well I have to say, that certainly caused me to form a whole lot of new questions but I didn't ask because Keenan asked if I could get a cloth to help him clean up. "Would you like me to make you cum Arrynn," he asked me after he finished cleaning the cum off. "I thought I was too little." "You're too little to make sperm but not too little to feel the great feelings of having a cum," he responded, "Would you like me to do it for you?" I certainly liked it when he'd touched me and sucked me so I nodded my head. Keenan moved downward and put my cock in his mouth and started to suck on me while his hand played with my marbles, my balls. All of it felt so good that I didn't know which one I liked the best. Keenan then moved and knelt between my legs, pushing them wide open. He leaned down and licked my balls and the spot right next to them. The feelings were benair-excellent- and I couldn't help but put a hand on Keenan's head. He moved his head upward and pulled my cock straight up in the air and went back to sucking it but this time his fingers moved up and down on it and his other hand gently squeezed my balls and pulled on them. I couldn't help but push my hips upward to meet his mouth. My breathing became a lot faster and I heard myself moan softly and after a little bit it started to tickle. "Oh gosh Keenan it's tickling so much," and just as I was about to push his head away my body was taken over by feelings I'd never before imagined that I could feel. It seemed concentrated in my pego-my cock-and my belly. My body seemed to shake and quiver and I cried out, but not from pain by any means. Keenan kept on sucking me and pulling on my balls and just about the time my cock got too sensitive he stopped, stroked me a little longer then crawled up along side of me. I lay there panting with Keenan, propped up on an elbow, looking down on me, a slight smile beginning at his mouth. "See what you have been missing sweet Arrynn," he said, then leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips then lay next to me with his hand resting on my chest. I turned my head to face him then returned the gentle kiss. "That was very exciting," I told him. "I never ever thought my body could feel like that." When he asked what I liked best I told him all of it. "I liked being touched, being sucked on and sucking on you and the end when you made me feel like that was perfect." He asked if I liked watching him cum and I nodded my head telling him that was very benair-very excellent. That seemed to be the word that I'd been favoring lately. "I'm glad you like it Arrynn. There are plenty of things we can do that don't involve fucking. I mean, I don't have to put my cock in your bottom in order to have fun." He paused a moment then added, "Of course that doesn't stop me from letting you fuck me." I reared my head back a little bit. "But why would I do it, why would you let me?" The simple answer was because it felt good and was fun. "So, if you trust me I can show you more stuff." I hugged him and told him that I trusted him beyond belief and that I wanted him to show me stuff. The lights then dimmed and went out as they did every night at exactly the ninth hour. They said that power was too precious to waste when people should be sleeping anyway. Johan said it was the government controlling the people. It was quite dark; the sky had been overcast so the moon didn't show. I snuggled into Keenan and he held me as I drifted off to sleep thinking about what he'd said about fucking him. I didn't want to hurt him, in my naivet? forgetting that he'd had Johan's huge cock in his ass and since my cock was like comparing a finger to an arm it was doubtful that I could hurt him.