Date: Sat, 10 May 2008 12:48:40 -0700 (PDT) From: tag michaels Subject: Boys Game II Some people complain that many writers just dive straight into sex without any story, a method of writing that I abhor and avoid assiduously. However this chapter does exactly that and any reasonable individual can see why. These boys have one goal and one goal only and that is to have sex with a man and they are single minded in that pursuit. So, if you want a long drawn out story perhaps the reader should consider some of my other endeavors because that ain't gonna happen here. Whether I continue with it is open to debate. Considering how low it took to do this chapter, I seriously doubt it but with me, one never knows As Always-N-joi Hugs Tag_m ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We made it to the appointed pick up spot and as we approached Paul rolled the window down and leaned his upper body out and waved toward his friends. The boys saw him and stepped out of the glass enclosed bus stop, both of them waving back with the typical enthusiasm of preteen and early teenaged boys. As we approached I was able to give both of the new boys a quick glance over. Neither of them was big but probably good examples of boys their age. I could see that Stevie might actually be a little small, the mop of curly medium brown hair a focal point. Paul had been correct about Tristan; even from where I was I could see that the light chocolate toned boy verged on beautiful. As we pulled up and stopped it became more apparent and I felt my dick stir at the sight of him and what he wanted me to do. The new comers piled in the back and began chattering like magpies, their high pitched voices sounding a great deal like girls. "Are we gonna go back to your house Gary?" Tristan asked after Paul made the introductions. I said that seemed like the logical choice and in the rear view mirror I could the boy see the smile on his face, the crystal white teeth a highlight on his darker skin. Of course the new boys wanted every detail of the encounter that Paul and I shared and on the way back to my place, Paul told the story from the very beginning. Both boys were excited about my shooting cum onto their young friends face and wanted to know all the details of that event. "I bet you make a ton of sperms don't you Gary? Does he Paul, does he make a lot of sperm?" Paul agreed that I did and that it was hot having it on his face. "Tristan makes a tiny bit of sperm," Stevie volunteered and of course that piqued my interest. While I wasn't going to complain about my current situation, the fact was that I preferred boys who had sexually matured, especially boys that were in the beginning of that stage, their smooth young balls just starting to give forth the nectar of the Gods. And I liked my boys with pubic hair, again preferring the beginning stage of that event as well. I hoped that Tristan would fill the bill on that count as well as the first one. As I drove Paul's two friends fired a dozen questions at the boy. "What was it like when he fucked you?" "Did it hurt a lot?" "Could you feel it when cummed in your ass?" "Did you cum too," and on and on and on. The three of them were very cute, gregarious, fun loving and totally unselfconscious boys and I could see that the rest of the day, or however long they were with me, was probably going to wear me out. And I looked forward to it. Inside my house the boys were a little more subdued, looking about like cats in a new surrounding. That didn't last very long however. "So where did he fuck you," Tristan asked. Paul asked me if he could show them and I nodded my head. I followed the trio into my bathroom where Paul pointed out the counter where I'd taken him, the cushioning towel still there. "Fuck that had to be hot as hell," Stevie commented. "So, can we see your dick Gary?" Tristan finally asked. "Right here?" I asked. The boy shrugged his shoulders as if to say why not, it's as good a place as any. I slipped my shorts and boxers down under my nuts then pulled my t-shirt up out of the way to give them a full unobstructed view. I was totally soft, the fleshy tube hanging in its default state, and since it was warm my balls were at full drop as well. The boys were totally impressed. "Fuck it's huge." "Oh man how big does it get?' "Look how big his balls are too and how low they hang." "How come your balls are so smooth? I thought men's balls were all hairy and stuff." I explained that I shaved and trimmed down there as it made for a nicer look. "Can we touch you and stuff," Stevie asked. "Well I feel a little like an animal on display here boys with my stuff hanging out and you all still got clothes on." "Well fuck, we can fix that." They all started to disrobe and I suggested we at least go into my bedroom. The boys immediately began taking of clothes. I always find that watching boys getting undressed to be somewhat erotic and this was no exception. Seeing boys clad only in underwear is another favorite of mine so I suggested that we all stop once we reached that point and of course Tristan asked why. "Well, for me, seeing boys in underwear can be hot besides sometimes its fun to sort of build the tension and," I stopped for emphasis, "sometimes I like to undress the person I'm with." That got a toothy grin from the beautiful young boy. We all stripped to our underwear and I got a bit of a surprise. While Paul of course was still in his cotton briefs and Stevie was wearing a pair of South Park boxers, Tristan was wearing deep red jock type underwear, the front and back separate pieces of cloth with only the elastic band at the hips. From what I could see the boy seemed to fill both front and back out nicely. "You want to undress me mister?" Tristan asked in a seductive voice with a matching pose. "Or do you want me to me do a strip for you?" Stevie piped in. "What was it with these kids," I thought to myself. I wondered where the hell they had learned this sort of stuff and more over how this assertiveness slash aggressiveness slash seductiveness had developed. "He does a pretty mean strip," Paul informed me, "even if it's only underwear." Well hell that would solve the problem of how to go about things. "Sure, why not," I responded. I moved to a padded bench at the foot of my bed, the kind one sits on when putting on shoes, and beckoned Paul and Tristan to come to me and had them stand on each side of me. Seeing Tristan up close made me even hotter to get the boy naked and do all manner of things with him. I had the boys face the room so that we could all watch Stevie do his thing and of course my eyes lingered on the dark skinned boy's narrow butt. It appeared glorious in the red cloth that exposed a great deal of the fleshy globes that protruded nicely outward from the small of his back. I was dying to pull the cloth off and bury my tongue inside the dusky cleft. I put an arm around each boy's waist which encouraged them to moved in as close to me as possible. I rubbed gently up and down on their flat bellies noticing the difference immediately. While both were flat, Paul still had a little bit of baby fat but Tristan was flat as a board and firm, his belly button a definite "outtie" to Paul's "innie". We watched as Stevie begin to undulate, his hands rubbing up and down his belly and chest and down onto his hips. He turned around and slowly moved his skinny little butt in circles, his hands rubbing on the cheeks as he pushed them out toward us. My hands moved higher and rubbed on the boy's chests, tweaking little nipples and earning sharp intakes of breath from both of them. As my hand's moved back south and my fingers grazed across the edge of their waistbands, Tristan leaned harder against me, the warmth of his young body transferring to mine. He placed an arm across my shoulder and as his hand relaxed there his fingers gently moved back and forth on the top part of my chest. In front of us Stevie had turned a full circle, undulating his front at us while his hands rubbed at the front of his boxers then turned so his back was to us. We all watched as he pushed his underwear down below his butt then bent over and pushed it out at us. His hands reached back and pulled the small cheeks open to reveal his puckered hairless butthole, the area almost as white as new fallen snow. To my surprise one hand went back to the front and snaked back between his legs and a finger slid upward and began rubbing back and forth across the muscle. "Fuck he's so good at this," Paul groaned. Paul's arm draped over mine and began rubbing at the front of his briefs and I assumed he was young boy hard. I understood then that the two boys had been more than friends; they'd actually gone past the boy sex part to become lovers, boyfriends. I figured that it was time to start the serious exploration of Tristan's body. I allowed my fingers to slide in under the waistband up to my first knuckle and rub gently. Tristan's fingers stopped moving, an indication to me that the boy was wrought up in anticipation. I slipped the fingers out then slid my hand down the front of his thigh, the fingers in close to his boyhood charms. In front of us Stevie was facing us again and pulling the leg of his boxers up until his hairless balls were exposed. He felt and tugged the smooth sac for a moment before replacing the leg and concentrating on the front of the underwear, rubbing and gripping his hard cock and using his hands to frame the stiff shaft. His eyes were half closed and the boy was licking at his lips. Clearly he loved doing what he was doing and I could envision him on a pole or stage when he got older. I felt it was time to get down to serious business with Tristan and since my hand was rubbing on his right thigh that seemed an appropriate place to start. With fingers facing inward I moved my hand toward the bulge and when my fingers touched it I found hardness, as if that were suppose to be a surprise. I pushed at his hard cock, moving up and down and gauging his length then simple grasped onto him and getting another sharp intake of breath. I felt like I needed to pay equal attention to Paul and started inward to ward his little boner but he stopped me. "Don't worry about me Gary. Tristan is the one who really wants you besides I'm gonna go to Stevie in a minute." In front of us the stripper boy lowered his boxers and took out his ramrod hard cock, the pale flesh very similar in size and shape to Paul's. He began stroking it slowly, his slender hips thrust forward as it to give himself some extra length. Given permission to concentrate on Tristan, I swapped hands so my left hand took hold of his pride and joy and my right moved to his glorious butt. I felt on his cock and judged him to be a nice five plus inches then slowly stroked on him for a moment before sliding my fingers beneath the red fabric to grasp onto his bare flesh. Warm to the touch, Tristan had to be as hard as any boy his age ever had been. I cupped and hefted his tender young balls, growing eggs that fit better in my palm than my fingers. That got another gasp. I moved upward, feeling his dick as I went and at the tip pulled on his foreskin a little bit then stroked him, covering and uncovering his cock head. I loved uncut boy cocks and had often wished I still had my foreskin, just like many other circumcised men and boys. In front of us Stevie continued to do a bump and grind, openly jacking off in a slow sensual rhythm. The expressions that crossed his smooth face clearly indicated that the young boy was in his element. Paul left my side and went to him and, standing behind his friend, reached around and rubbed on Stevie's chest and belly. "They really do love each other," Tristan said softly and I silently agreed with him. As my fingers felt at the base of his cock I could feel some hair, a small smattering of soft strands. My own cock was pushing at the fabric of my underwear, straining to be free which was what I wanted. I really wanted to see my boy, wanted to have him naked before me so I could gaze at him. I let go of his dick, moved both hands to the waistband of his briefs. With one hand on the front and one on the back I tugged them down over his delicious little butt and his boyhood charms then pushed them to the ground. As he stepped out of them Tristan turned to face me. He was perfect in every way. Tristan's cock was indeed about five inches long and stood proudly in front of his body, the raging hard flesh bobbing slightly with each beat of his boy's heart. His foreskin was full retracted exposing a silky head that was flushed with blood. His balls were totally smooth and beginning to drop, the individual orbs clearly visible in the soft dark skin of his sac. At the juncture of his cock and flat pubic bone was the beginning of his pubic nest, the two dozen or so black hairs less than an inch long. I wanted to devour the beautiful young thing right where he stood. I wanted to kiss his lips, suck his cock, eat his tight little asshole and fuck the shit right out of him all at the same time. Instead he stepped closer and started to sit on my lap facing me. I moved my thighs closer together to give him a seat and he took it, resting his weight on me close enough that our raging hard dicks were touching through the fabric of my underwear. He put his arms around my neck and brought his face close to mine, his eyes roaming over me as though attempting to commit my features to memory. Then he leaned in and kissed me. I was surprised, although I shouldn't have been, at what a good kisser the boy was. His mouth was wide open, the lips moving as they should and his tongue probing gently into my mouth to find my tongue and introduce itself. I ran my hands up and down his smooth back, reveling in the muscle of a growing boy. I cupped his slender butt, ran my fingers up and down his crack, grazing the puckered muscle of his hole and touching his hanging nuts with my fingers. "You want to put your big hard dick in there don't you?" he asked after breaking the kiss. I nodded my head. "I really want it in there too Gary," he said softly, "I want you to fuck me bad. But I want to play first." Tristan crawled off of my lap and reached for my waist. I lifted my butt up so that he could undress me, slipping my underwear down then off. I let my legs splay open and he wasted no time getting to his knees between them. The beautiful dark skinned boy took hold of my cock and stroked it a few times before using his other hand to cup and fondle my nuts. "God I love your cock Gary, its so big. I can hardly wait for you to put it in my ass." That made two of us. Tristan leaned forward and licked my swollen cock head, cleaning the seeping precum off. "I want to taste your cum sometime to Gary," he said then opened his mouth and took me inside. I swear to God no blow job ever felt so sweet and I leaned back against my bed and reveled in the feelings. In front of me Stevie had pulled his underwear down and Paul was on his knees before the boy kissing all over Stevie's rigid cock, his balls, and his pubic bone, the look on Paul's face one of ecstasy and Stevie's a look of love. Paul finally took Stevie's cock into his mouth and began sucking the still little shaft and Stevie began to gently undulate his hips, fucking his hard young cock into his lover's mouth. Tristan finally stopped, let me know his mouth was getting sore and stood and crawled up into my lap and kissed me, his soft tender lips forcing my mouth open so that his pink little tongue could get inside and play with mine. When he broke off the kiss I told him I wanted to suck his cock and he smiled at me. He stood up, one foot on each side of me and leaned forward placing his hands on the bed and moved his hips forward. I took a moment to admire his body; the flat taut belly and how it flowed into the pubic bone. And then there was all that made him a boy; his raging boner, the soft smooth bag of balls that hung in the air between his dark thighs, the little bits of hair that were beginning to show his growing sexual maturity. He was beautiful and it made my dick throb again as I thought about being buried deep inside his slender body. I let my upper body rest on the bed as I reached out and took hold of his rampant penis and directed it to my mouth. Tristan moaned loudly when I close down over his boyhood pride and joy and began sucking him. I reached behind him and held onto his tight little butt and did what Paul was doing on the floor; encouraging my young lover to fuck my mouth which he did in a slow rhythmic motion. I peeled his cheeks open and slid a finger inside and rubbed it against the puckered muscle of his hole causing yet another moan from him. He was the sweetest tasting boy I'd ever been with I swear to God. The boys on the floor were moaning loudly and I heard Steve tell Paul that he needed to be fucked and right away. The boys came over to the bed and watched Tristan and I for a moment and Steve had to try and suck my cock, which of course I didn't mind at all. I reveled in the feelings of having a cute young boy at each end of me and felt my balls roils and boil so I stopped sucking on Tristan and maneuvered my way out from underneath him. "The lube is in the nightstand if that's what you need Paul," I said to the boys. Of course that was exactly what they wanted and as Paul went to get it and Stevie climbed up on my bed, Tristan moved down and back onto my lap and planted his lips against mine in a passionate kiss usually reserved for people much older. The boy was definitely in a fog of hotness. "Do you want to fuck me while Stevie and Paul fuck?" he asked me after breaking off the kiss. Our faces were only inches apart, the boy's large dark eyes staring into mine and practically hypnotizing me. "I would so love to fuck you Tristan," I whispered, "but I think I should get you ready first. I'm pretty big and I don't want to hurt you." He nodded his head, asked me what I wanted to do so I told him. I moved the bench just far enough from the bed so that the gorgeous boy could lie face down on it with his feet planted on the bench with me between his legs. That way I could eat his little butt while he watched his friends fuck on the bed in front of him. I sat there a moment staring at the globes of his tender little butt and the dusky crack that hid the core of him. I reached out and pulled his cheeks open and exposed the small wrinkled muscle that I would be penetrating, first with my tongue and then with seven and half inches of rock hard adult male cock. I moved my head forward and made my tongue snake out and taste the boy's hole. Once that was done I went to town, licking and slurping all over the entire area and causing him to moan and wiggle his tight little ass. On the bed in front of me I could sort of see Stevie on his hands and knees cross ways on the bed in front of Tristan and Paul, holding his hard little boner down, moving in close. I knew when Paul penetrated Stevie's tight little ass because of the moan so I stopped eating Tristan and looked. Tristan and I both watched as Paul pushed all the way in until his smooth hairless pubic bone rested against his cute young boyfriend's ass. Tristan looked over his shoulder at me. "That's what I want to do Gary." "Now," I asked him and he nodded his head. "Now." Since the lube was within reach I had him hand it to me, which he did, then smeared his little hold along with my throbbing hard cock. I was so hot to fuck the kid that I about came as I rubbed the stuff into my swollen cock head. I went about putting a finger in him first, driving it in and out a dozen times or so before slipping another finger inside of him. It was interesting to watch his smooth young hole expanding to accommodate the width but his moans of pleasure told me he wasn't in any pain. I managed a couple of ins and outs before he demanded that I put my cock inside of him. I stood up and stepped into the narrow gap between the bench and the bed. He was just a little to high so I pulled him down slightly then stepped up to the plate, peeled open one cheek and put my head to the tight little target and pushed. Amazingly I slipped inside of him without much work. "Stop Gary," he groaned, "let me get used to you." I stood and stared. The position that Tristan was in, the fact that his butt was slightly over the edge of the bed, caused him to open up naturally, his legs spread sort of like a frog. It was hot as all hell so when he finally told me to go ahead and put all of my hard fat dick-his words- into his ass-his words again- I did it with more joy and pleasure than I'd felt in years. I loved fucking Paul earlier but putting my cock inside of Tristan was almost beyond words. He was a beautiful young boy on the verge of becoming a full fledged young man. And he was as tight as a camel's ass in sandstorm. I felt my belly tingle and my heavy balls roil as I pushed every single millimeter of cock into him until my hairs touched the brown skin of his butt. If there was a heaven I was most assuredly in it. In front of us his lover friends were doing just that, loving each other. Paul was holding onto Stevie's slender hips and sliding his cock in and out of his friend's ass with a look of bliss on his smooth face. I proceeded to do the same thing, pulling almost all the way out of Tristan before moving back inside of the boy. I reached up and put one hand on his head and ruffled his thick hair to which he responded by raising his head and pressing it into my hand. Paul glanced over at us and smiled. "It's great isn't it Tristy, having Gary's big cock in your ass?" "Yeah," the boy responded in a throaty voice filled with lust. I picked up a little bit of speed and began coming almost all the way out of Tristan before moving all the way back inside of him. I moved both hands back to his waist in order to help keep him in place as I fucked him. Tristan's hand were on the bed along side of his head which moved from side to side as I loved him, low moans and groans reminding all of us in the room of the feelings that were tearing through his body. In front of us Paul picked up speed and was hammering his young dick into Stevie's asshole and Stevie was responding by telling Paul to do it harder and faster and before long Stevie almost screamed out as he went through the throes of a dry orgasm. His cumming took Paul over the edge and he too was all but crying out as his young body experienced its own cumming. As they slowed down Tristan asked me to stop. "I want to turn around and see your face Gary," told me, looking over his shoulder. I slowly pulled out of him and the boy wasted no time in flipping over onto his back. He put his feet back onto the bench and I immediately slipped back inside of him. Because of how he was perched on the bed his weight wanted to carry him downward so my body was the only thing that really kept him actually on the bed. It also opened him up so that I had as much of my cock as possible inside of him. I put my hands on his butt and held him as I began to ram into him, slamming my cock into his tight young ass. His large eyes are almost closed but not quite and the expressions on his beautiful face were worthy of winning awards in photography had only someone been there to capture them. Tristan was a young boy experiencing the first of the hottest sexual experiences of his young life, the most intense feelings of loving and fucking that he'd so far experienced. He whimpered as I drove into him, almost in a frenzy; the power of my body colliding with him capable of causing bruising in any other situation. I felt my body gearing up for release and knew that it would be powerful. "I'm gonna cum soon baby," I groaned out but all he could do was not his head. His mouth was all but hanging open as he gulped in much needed oxygen, his slender firm chest rising and falling rapidly. I raised my arms and pulled his legs off of the bench and held his weight as I slammed my stone hard cock into his asshole and came. Jesus fucking Goddamned Christ did I cum. I heard myself moan loudly but it was almost like it was someone else. I saw bright spots in front of my eyes and had to close them as I felt vertigo envelop me. I heard Tristan cry out in a high pitched voice and felt his asshole constrict against my cock as he came. I heard Paul and Stevie say something but it didn't register as my body convulsed and I injected squirt after squirt of sperm into Tristan's body. It was the most powerful orgasm that I had experienced in many years. I moved my ass to one side when I was out of him and slammed back at an angle. I raised his ass a little higher so that I was driving straight into him and still my body pulsed out cum. And then it was over; not quite that fast but in retrospect it seemed like it. I slowed down and finally stopped. It was then that I noticed the sweat running down chest and sides. I was panting like a marathon runner just as the boy attached to my body was. Tristan's eyes were closed and he seemed like a dead weight in my hands. He wasn't moving except for his heavy breathing and I wondered if he'd fainted. I seen that happen before and since he was breathing so heavily I knew he was okay. It was then too that I noticed that Stevie and Paul had separated and were watching us closely, waiting for their friend to open his eyes which he finally did and rewarded us all with a weak smile. "Holy fuck," he finally said in soft hoarse voice. "Amen," I responded in an equally soft voice. "Oh man you guys that was awesome to watch," Paul told us then looked to Stevie who nodded his head in agreement. "Can you guys help him sit up?" I asked and as they did Tristan reached out and put his arms around my neck. I held his weight as I proceeded to sit down on the bench with the warm bundle of boy in my arms. I'd no sooner relaxed my own weight than Tristan planted his lips hard against mine in an incredibly passionate open mouthed kiss. I held him as tightly as he was holding me and kissed him back with just as much passion. It had indeed been an incredible experience. After breaking the kiss Tristan rested his body against mine, he head on my shoulder. I held him, rubbed his back, and kissed his cheek and ear, the latter making him shiver. Both Paul and Stevie started asking their friend question so he had to sit back up and answer them, his arms still around my neck or on my shoulders as if he had no intention of ever leaving me. As it turned out Tristan didn't leave me and at sixteen is my lover and my best friend. I don't want to go into a great deal of detail over the rest of the day. Suffice it to say that I fucked Stevie, that all three boys fucked me as well as each other and of course I fucked Tristan, once again as we sat on the bench. It was a delightful orgy and an experience that the four of us would share over and over again as the boys entered and worked their way through puberty and early teenage hood. From time to time they would ask to bring a friend into the mix and that always proved exciting. Tristan and I became steady lovers as I said. The boy loved me as much as I loved him and we both loved sex. He initiated a great many of the interesting experiences that we shared together over the next four years and still does today. Perhaps I'll take the time to share that although part of me is reluctant to do so. Paul and Stevie's encounters with me slowed down after they turned thirteen and that was okay. Tristan has yet to have a boyfriend other than me. "Why should I settle for hamburger," he once said, "when I can have steak. Other boys don't know anything like what you do Gary." As Tristan aged his body changed. At sixteen his cock is a big as mine and his balls match it perfectly. He shaves his pubes to reflect that of a matured thirteen year old boy, keeping a nice patch at the base of his pride and joy. He keeps his sac as well as his asshole completely free of hair as do I. He loves to fuck me and I loved the feeling of having him driving his adolescent cock into my asshole but he really prefers to be a bottom and I'm more than happy with that arrangement. >From time to time he brings another boy into our home and bed. We both love having a younger teen in our mix, love watching him fuck one of us or us fuck him. We really like it when the boy is inexperienced, getting hot as all hell watching the boy see and do things that he's never done before. We had one boy, Adam, who was a hot and well hung almost fourteen year old, spend a number of weekends with us. At almost nine thick inches long, his was the biggest cock I'd had the pleasure to know. He lost his virginity in my ass and then lost it again with Tristan in his tender young ass. He was a horny young thing, willing to try anything, and the combinations we came up with did the Kama Sutra proud. Tristan's parents know about us, have met me and allow us to be together, although they aren't all that thrilled about the situation. It was nip and tuck in the beginning but the fact that I was helping their son go from almost failing grades to consistent honor roll student as well as other things went along way to gaining their acceptance of our relationship. So we get to spend one night a week together as well as many weekends or at least weekend nights. Tristan insists that he's going to be with me for the rest of his life and doesn't seem the least bit phased about the almost fifteen year difference in our ages. For me, I love him dearly and I'm grateful to have him in my life.