Date: Sun, 30 Sep 2018 04:48:09 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Doing Boys in a Coach

What spurred this story was simply a fascination I have for custom motor
coaches, which I will never own, and GSD's, which I do own. Mine aren't
named Alexander and Hephaestion, names that my more well-read fans will
recognize. Of the two, I prefer the dogs but let's face it, custom motor
coaches are pretty fucking nice. I figured it would make a nice basis for a
story, so here it is. More in the set up than sex but we'll get to it. More
than one chapter? Yes. How many, I don't have a clue. N-joi

Hugs,
Tag_m

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I thrust as deeply as I could into the boys' ass, reveling in the grip that
it had on my cock. I was fucking him from behind, although not on his side
and not face down but in between those two positions, his right leg cocked
up at the knee. I was above him, my head about level with his so I had a
terrific view of Leo's cock sliding in and out of the boys' mouth. I leaned
down and whispered in his ear.

"Are you loving getting fucked in both ends Tye?" The boy groaned and
nodded his head, his lips still wrapped around Leo's 6 inches. I reached
under him and cupped his hairless balls for a moment then moved higher and
took hold of his raging hard cock and gently stroked him, sliding his
foreskin back and forth over his swollen cock head. I had continued to fuck
him in a nice steady little rhythm, the feelings of lust raging through my
body.

His name was Tye, it wasn't short for something else, he was Chinese, had
turned 12 years old 45 days before. The boy was smooth as a billiard ball,
cute as the dickens and, I discovered, was a die-hard sex addict. He was
one of Leo's boys, Leo being one of my oldest friends, now general manager
of my engineering firm, and as much of a boy lover as I was. When I asked
him if he wanted to go on a 4 day trip for the maiden voyage of my new
custom built luxury motor coach he readily agreed but suggested that we
bring Tye along.

"The coach needs a proper christening Gabriel." Most people called me Gabe
but Leo had always called me by my full name. He was right of course. The
coach did need a proper christening. I looked around at my luxurious
surroundings as I drove back into the slender young thing, filling him up
with a skosh under 8 thick inches of cock. I was still a little surprised
at what I'd done and where I was at.

So, the set up.

I had been raised on some very clear work ethics. Work hard, save plenty,
retire early. There were some other axioms but they all pretty much
supported those first 3. "Any job worth doing is worth doing well". "Take
care of your pennies and the dollars will take care of themselves." You've
heard them, same as I did.

I began hearing the basic message from the time I could hold a rudimentary
conversation, about age 5. Sure, the message was simple at that age but
clear none the less. As I got older the message was fleshed out, examples
provided, the whole 9 yards. Work hard, save plenty, retire early.

Being the oppositional defiant one in the family I argued against it, or if
not exactly against it, certainly not for it. "What about play time,
vacation time, that sort of thing. I want to be able to do stuff when I'm
young and not wait til I'm an old fart and can't do stuff." I was 11 at the
time.

"Well son," my dad said, "I do like your grandfather did, and still does. I
plan a week off every quarter, without fail. As you become more settled in
adulthood and your work environment, you can take more time off, work and
time allowing. Vacations and down time are important, even if you don't go
anywhere or do anything." I followed plan most of my working life.

So, I started working at age 10 doing odd jobs, lawns and the like. I went
to college, graduated then went to work for a small engineering firm, which
I bought before I was 28. My grandfather and my dad loaned me 100 grand
each, with interest mind you. "Nothing is free." "You can't get something
for nothing." "There's no such thing as a free lunch."

I worked hard, caught some breaks, hired good people and put money in the
bank. Then 2 significant things happened. The first was that I had an offer
to sell the company. I was reluctant because I hadn't been extended an
invitation to continue working there in any capacity and I didn't envision
starting over. Plus, I wouldn't have had enough money to retire as
comfortably as I liked. Sure, I could have managed but I didn't want to
just "manage" or "get by".

Before we agreed on any solid terms for a sale the second thing happened. I
won a lottery. Yep, no shit, I won a fucking lottery. A freak accident I
assure you because I rarely bought lotto tickets. It wasn't a huge one, 27
million and some change. I asked my dad and my gramps about retiring and
got the same answer which was; if you think you can live as comfortably as
you'd like..." I was a good little investor, lived well but not beyond my
means, in fact, I lived under it. But there were things I wanted to do so I
decided to go into semi-retirement. I was just shy of 37 years old.

I chose not to sell the company and promoted one of my top guys to run it,
a guy I trusted implicitly since we shared some of the same hobbies, one of
those being boys. Leo and I met in college, discovered by accident that we
both loved boys, specifically young pubertal boys, those making sperm or on
the verge of it, but not limited to that factor by any means. We rented a
small 2 bedroom house so our predilections were kept private. As such, we
shared plenty of teenage boys throughout our college life and into our
working lives and when times were a little barren, we shared each
other. While we were both versatile, he was more of a bottom and I more of
a top, so it was a Jack Spratt sort of situation.

So, my quasi-retirement meant that I'd be able to devote my time to a
couple of things that were nearest to my heart. One of those was traveling
the US and the other was my two GSD's, Alexander and Hephaestion.

One of the things I'd been taught from a young age was to give back to the
community so at 14, I volunteered at the local animal shelter mostly
cleaning cages. I loved being around the animals although honestly, I could
do without the cats but I loved dogs. We ended up adopting a 2 year old
German Shepherd male that became my best buddy of all time. He had been
well enough trained when I got him but I took it to the next level, taught
him a lot of fun tricks.

Because Bandit was so well mannered I was allowed to take him to work with
me and it was there that I got noticed by a gal that ran a German Shepherd
rescue organization in our part of the state and offered me a position with
their organization. I accepted and began working there when I had the
time. Mind you I still had a part-time paying job as well.

Through those experiences I came to love GSD's, which is their official
name; German Shepherd Dog. They are hard-working, highly intelligent and
highly loyal animals which complimented my own personality. Yeah, I was in
the upper percentile when it came to intelligence and IQ although a few
points short of being a MENSA candidate.

Bandit died during my second year in college and I didn't have the time to
replace him so went dog-less for the next 5 years then got another rescue
Shepherd. Jax was 5 years old when I got him, and like Bandit had some
decent training. Sadly, he died a few years later, and I experienced some
more dog-less years. I was 34 when I got the brothers from a very high end
breeder. With Alexander and Hephaestion I went into full on training and at
1 year old began Shutzhund training. Since I was now planning on doing some
extensive traveling, the personal protection portion of the training had
the potential to be highly beneficial.

So, the traveling part. I had already given the idea considerable thought,
done plenty of research, asked some questions and laid some basic
plans. Winning the lottery gave me the money to put the plan into action
immediately. Because I was traveling with 2 dogs that weighed around 105
pounds apiece, traveling by car and staying in motels or hotels wasn't an
ideal situation. Towing a travel trailer wasn't my idea of fun either and
most of the motorhomes I'd looked at were too small or didn't offer the
amenities that I wanted, and they weren't really large enough. So, I had
already decided on a luxury motor coach.

There are plenty of companies that make custom motor coaches; Marathon;
Thor, Majestic, Volkner, Featherlite, Liberty and the list goes
on. Generally speaking, they are basically the same. Master bedroom with
private bathroom and shower, a half bathroom and either bunk beds or living
room sofa's that make up into extra beds or both. They all had kitchen's
and appliances, but style, size and appearance were all varied. They all
had plenty of storage with roll out drawers or shelves. They were all laid
out basically the same although there were variations in floor plans. Most
came with high quality wood cabinetry and molding with high end
countertops, marble or tile, custom ceilings and most had 2-3 slide outs,
some had 4 or even 5.

The support systems such as AC, generator, water both hot and cold,
exterior electric and water hoses and of course undercarriage storage,
leveling systems were all pretty much the same. It was only a matter of
size, power, or other such variables. All had window awnings, interior
electric window shades at least 2 big screen TV's inside and one
outside. As they say, however, the devil is in the details and that would
end up costing me about 2½ million bucks before it was done. It would be
worth every single penny. Even my dad and grandpa thought so.

"If you're gonna do it, do it right." "No half measures". "In for a penny,
in for a pound". Seriously, the axioms never stopped.

Let's start with what I didn't need. An extra half bath was unnecessary as
were extra sleeping spaces although I would choose to keep the area where
stacked bunks would go but use it for storage as well as sleeping area for
the dogs. I didn't need a walk-in closet or a wardrobe closet except
something small for a couple of jackets, I didn't need a lot of sofa
although I'd end up with a short one. I didn't need an oven because a
convection microwave would be sufficient. I didn't need a dining table,
more specifically I didn't need the traditional dining table.

Remember, I owned my own engineering company and that gave me contacts in
all kinds in the design, manufacturing and fabrication worlds. So, what I
ended up with was a compilation of multiple companies' styles and ideas but
a one off that, as an end product, admittedly was illegal but fucking
amazing.

I started with a chassis that was similar to what Volkner built and so had
to trade some general storage on the undercarriage for the ability to carry
a car. More on that in a minute. I added 3 feet in length to the frame and
body making it 48 feet long, and an additional 4 inches to the height. I
elected to go with 3 slide-outs; one that ran almost the entire length of
the drivers' side and extended out a whopping 15½ inches. It included
the living area, kitchen, bathroom and bedroom. A second large slide out on
the passenger side extended that side of the living area, extra counter
space, refer, bunks out14 inches. The last one expanded the dresser area of
the bedroom, pop-up 50 inch flat screen tv and various storage. Needless to
say, that when slide outs were in, it created a narrow path to the bathroom
and bedroom but the living room and kitchen were still habitable.

Overall it was arranged thusly. Entry was in the usual place at the front
of the coach. Retractable steps dropped so you could step into the coach
then the usual steps led up. A retractable floor could slid into place once
the door was closed so the stairwell was covered. Both the driver and
passenger seat could turn facing toward the back. Looking from the cockpit
back there were two swivel recliners on the passenger side, one on the
right. Just beyond the single recliner was a small sofa that was facing
forward. Behind the sofa was the kitchen area including sink, dishwasher, 3
burner conduction stove-top and wall mounted convection microwave and
countertop.  Opposite the sofa end and kitchen was a short, 2 person
countertop for eating and a residential size reefer with bottom drawer
freezer and door mounted ice maker and water. It should be noted that the
recliners had retractable desk tops for a laptop, eating or whatever. The
side with the pair of them had something additional. Between them against
the wall was a cabinet about 12 inches deep and about 22 inches wide. The
top could be popped open and a tabletop could be lifted up and dropped in
place between the 2 seats to used for dining, as a desktop or whatever.

Just past the reefer were the 2 bunks, the bottom one given over to the
dogs for their bed. The other one was used for storage. Opposite that and
butted up to the kitchen was the bathroom which included a built-in glass
sink that was under lit and gorgeous at night, a full bidet style toilet
with dryer, and a shower that would hold 2 people, had a fold down mahogany
seat, a ceiling mounted rainmaker, built in wall shower heads and the
typical shower wand. It was all marble inlaid and quite beautiful.

Beyond that was the bedroom with a king sized bed. A quarter of the bed at
the head tilted up to allow walking space at the foot of the bed when the
slider was closed. There were night tables on both sides as well as I-pads
that could control everything in the coach. Across from the bed were built
in dresser type drawers and a 50 inch flat screen that popped up when
needed.

The car: I had given a great deal of consideration to what would be the
least expensive and take up the least amount of space which meant less
major customizing of the coach body, and would be able to handle two full
grown dogs. So, I had decided on a Mini-Cooper convertible. I happened to
know guys in the auto repair, restoration, and customizing arena and they
agreed with me so kept an eye out for a damaged Mini and held on to it for
me. What we did was chop the windshield down 4 inches and rake it backward
a little and a rag top was custom made to fit. They created fold-in mirrors
and also added hydraulics in order to lower the car as much as possible
which meant some work on the fenders and wheel wells. All of it was done to
make it as small as possible for storage in the coach's undercarriage. I
would end up having it painted to match the coach.

I could go on for hours about the amenities but will keep it short. First,
every available space from ceiling to floor was utilized for storage so
there were cubby holes everywhere, many of them completely hidden. The
counters end tables and ceiling had curved lines to them for esthetic
purposes, and more storage. It was decked out in plenty of dark wood and
lots of chrome. There was a ceiling mounted 40 inch TV screen in the
cockpit which dropped down and moved 18 inches toward the living area so
could be seen from anywhere including the bedroom if the door was open. The
area where a half bath would have been housed a stacked washer and dryer as
well as more storage. All shelves were on slide rails. For instance, on the
wall between the reefer and bunk beds was a floor to ceiling pullout
cabinet with a dozen bin type shelves for canned goods and the like.

All of the floors were tile and heated, the ceiling contained open and
recessed lighting and was fully designed so it looked like something out of
Las Vegas. Doors were electronically driven pocket doors. The one for the
bedroom was wood framed floor to ceiling glass and had a massive oriental
dragon etched into its frosted surface. The one for the shower was clear
glass but with the touch of a button went opaque for privacy.

The cockpit was like that of a commercial jet and every single facet of the
coach could be controlled from there but there were also programed I-pads
all over the place to accomplish the same thing. The dash had a pair of 10
inch screens, one for GPS and entertainment, the other to show any of the
10 outside camera views which covered 360 degrees as well as monitoring a
myriad of functions. Both could be voice activated. it had variable cruise
control, parking assist, lane departure warning system and every other
possible amenity that was available and a few that were designed just for
me. Of the two rear axles, one was a tag axle to assist in turning,

The under carriage storage ran the length of the coach on both sides, had a
storage space at the front and part of the 3 foot extension on the
back. The car bay was on the passenger side, was 13.5 feet long, allowing
for barely 3 inches of clearance both front and back for the Mini. Unlike
the rest of the storage doors which opened out like a regular door, this
one opened up, parallel and almost flush with the coach's body. The
hydraulically operated floor was lowered to the ground then the leveling
jacks took over and raised the entire coach except the carriage up another
6 inches or more. Then the carriage rolled out to load the car. Because the
fit was so tight there were stoppers for the front tires on the
carriage. Once the car was parked on the carriage, the hydraulics lowered
it to virtually flat against the carriage. The carriage was rolled in, the
jacks lowered the coach, the carriage then raised up into place and the
door closed.

On the slide out above the car bay a 50 inch flat screen TV was mounted in
the wall and hidden by a door. It was attached to an arm that could be
pulled out and turned in any direction one wanted. There was more storage
on that side and the entire driver's side also had storage compartments but
mostly they held the aqua hot system, various electrical panels, sewage
drain, spare hose and extension cord and batteries to run everything. The
coach was powered by a 650 hp Cummins diesel motor that had been worked
over for efficiency and power.  Again, there's more so do a search for
luxury motor coaches and you'll pretty much know what I got.

ANYWAY!

I won the lottery and immediately called a meeting of all my head people,
put Leo in charge, and didn't go back to the office for months and even
then it was at night. It would have been too much disruption with people
pointing, asking questions and all that. I did give the go-ahead to
complete the Mini so the motor coach people could plan around it and I paid
off all my debt, which didn't amount to 100 grand.

I had time on my hands and figured that if I was going to own and drive a
50 foot long 15 ton rig it would behoove me to get some practice in. So, I
rented motorhome for a week, got a 2 hour driving lesson that was minimally
helpful and went on my way.

Now, I have to point out that, while I hoped that on my travels I might
have an opportunity to tumble a boy or two or three, I didn't spend all
that money with the express purpose of picking up boys. For that kind of
money I could have thrown hundred bills at boys for their bodies but I
prefer to buy my food not my lovers. So, I spent a week on the road, spent
plenty of time in empty parking lots practicing backing the thing up and
even parallel parking it. It was an uneventful week except that I felt much
more confident about my ability to handle the coach.

"You know," Leo said to me one night after a late meeting with my
management team, "you might want to look into staying at nudist resorts
from time to time. I know of a few where you can usually find quality play
time. Besides, the hook up fees are often lower, especially if you're an
AANR member." I gave that more than a little consideration, promptly joined
the organization.

It took 3 months for my build to be completed and during that time I rented
a motorhome 4 more times, going for the bigger ones. I didn't go anywhere
or do anything really, it was just about getting more practice driving the
thing. I stay at a couple of nudist resort, met some nice people, saw a few
boys that I would love to have entertained. It would be nice to believe
that people were friendly because I do have a very nice body for an almost
40 year old, and a more than above average cock. No, it was the dogs.

GSD's are one of the most recognizable dog breeds on the planet, and
probably the most desired. They garner respect from everybody. Having one,
almost guarantees making new friends. Having a pair of them pretty much
rules out NOT making any, especially when the dogs were almost perfectly
matched and even more so when they're at the top of the heap for desirable
beauty and perfection. And, they are show trained, extremely talented and
knew how to pose. That pretty much sealed the deal. And I met a lot of
people. As I said, I'd seen a few cute boys, and at one resort actually met
a boy named Kadyn.

He was a cute enough boy, but not in any spectacular way. He was a young
13, as in seemingly turned so barely days before. At maybe 5'5, Kadyn was
slender to a point of being considered skinny, thus every crease of his
torso was quite defined. His brown hair was way beyond shoulder length both
front and back and he was a rich brown color from his crown to his toe
nails. There was nothing pale about him except possibly his heritage, the
sun seeming to countermand that. Clearly the boy had spent more time out of
clothes than in them in recent months.

Kadyn sported a nice little uncut cock, probably 4 soft inches of slender
flesh that might go 5 inches hard. He had the slightest smattering of black
hair trying to sprout at the base of his favorite body part. His medium
sized balls hung quite nicely in a silky smooth sac. I had just managed to
get my RV parked and gotten out to get things hooked up when the boy popped
around the tail end of the bus.

"Hey," he said with a welcoming grin, "need some help getting set up?" His
voice wasn't even close to changing and had a nice ring to it as well as
traces of an accent that I figured, rightly as it turned out, from a
southern state.

"Sure," I replied. I would always accept help from a boy, especially a
naked boy.  He extended his hand immediately and we traded names. I gave a
short whistle and the boys came down the stairs.

"Whoa," the boy said, backing up.

"Sit," I commanded immediately, although they would have anyway. "Friend,"
I said then introduced them and invited Kadyn to step forward. "Shake," I
commanded and each one in turn offered a big assed paw to the boy who took
them with a giggle.

"They are very awesome dogs," the boy said, then, "named after Alexander
the Great and his longtime best friend and lover," the kid said which
shocked the piss out of me and he could see that. "I read a lot," Kadyn
said by way of explanation, "Besides Alexander is one of my hero guys." I
released the boys who moved in for pets and attention and of course cold
noses went straight for his crotch although they typically wouldn't have
had he been wearing clothes. As I said, they are very well trained.

I was still fully clothes so once the hookups were done we went inside so I
could activate the slide outs before becoming de-clothe. It was a little
weird stripping in front of an almost stranger and a child to boot, but
sort of fun too, I mean, not having to worry about any consequences.

Kadyn stared at my cock for a brief moment when my underwear came off but
didn't say anything, instead said he'd take me around and show me the
resort.  And he did. The place wasn't one of those fancier ones with a
small grocery store and restaurant, rooms to rent although it had cabins,
and the like. It did have a club house that had a large hot tub, sauna and
showers. It had a big ole stone fireplace that had burned up a forest of
firewood over its many years. There was an outdoor pool without diving
board and somewhere into the forest that was part of the 800 acres were
streams and even a very large pond for swimming.

"Do you play chess Gabe," he asked and I said that I did. "I haven't been
able to play for a while, would you play me?" I said I'd be happy too but
to not expect a very rousing game, I wasn't that good. Kadyn giggled and
said it didn't matter, he just needed some practice. He paused for a moment
then added, "and the company."

"Come on, you can meet my parents," he said, his voice full of cheerfulness
again. We talked as we walked did the "get to know you dance". I discovered
that the boy was quite possibly a genius, was home schooled and never
attended any formal education classes, ever. I discovered he had recently
turned 13, and his family basically moved a lot and often stayed a nudist
resorts because it was cheap. His dad would take a job for a day or a few
months to earn money and off they'd go again.

After a short walk on a trail that ran alongside a dirt road we came upon a
camp site with a large army style tent pitched under so massive pine
trees. A well-tended, 90's era Dodge Ram was parked to the side. A man and
woman were sitting in plastic lawn chairs beside a small campfire, both
engrossed in their own book. The man stood as we approached, a welcoming
smile on his face, which happened to be covered in whiskers. Like his son,
a logical assumption on my part, his hair was almost waist length while the
woman's hair was cut very short and almost man-ish. Both were definitely
older than me, could be considered handsome enough, appeared to be fit as
fiddles, as brown as their boy, not particularly well endowed although
adequate I suppose, albeit completely ungroomed. Women can turn my head but
not hairy ones.

"Those are amazing beasts," he said appreciatively as he approached. "Max
von Stephanitz definitely knew what he was about. A genius. I'll bet they
aren't more than 2 generations out of Germany." Then, "Jascha Heifetz," he
said extending his hand, and grinning at my raised eyebrow. "This
month. Hell I might be Bruno Betzel or Alexander Hamilton next month. What
are their names?" I introduced him as friend to the boys then told him
their names. "Well played," he said referring to their names. "Personal
protection training too," he said, "scent trained as well?" I nodded my
head.  This guy was blowing my mind.

The average person is unaware that Max Von Stephanitz was the founder of
the GSD breed in the 1800's. I don't need to explain the other famous
names; like his son he knew where the dog's names came from and he
determined personal protection training in response to my introducing him
to the dogs first and foremost as "friend". He could tell by the expression
on my face that I was more than a little surprised.

"I read a lot," he said.

"I'm gonna take my chessboard over to Gabe's," his son said and got a head
nod.

"That's fine, we're leaving around noon on Thursday so make sure you're
back and packed by then." Another surprise. Today was Tuesday. While Kadyn
went into the tent to grab his board I made small talk with his father who
wanted to know what I did for a living. I explained my situation and he
nodded his head then engaged me in a conversation about some of the
theories of Archimedes and segued to Georgina-?uka Tesla, Nikola Tesla's
mother.

"Like is said," as he wound down, "I read a lot." I mentioned the fact that
his son had said the same thing on first meeting him and his father nodded
his head. "That boy is smarter than both his mother and me and we hold 5
Ph.D.'s between us and multiple masters' degrees. We live like this because
we can and we prefer it. We both do guest speaker shit or sometimes teach a
quarter at various colleges & universities and the like. My boy is like we
are, a free spirit. We allow him to pretty much do what he wants, have
since he was 6. We trust him completely and have never had any reason not
to. That's why he doesn't have to be back here until Thursday morning. Of
course, if he gets on your nerves send him home, but he won't. He's not
that kind of boy.

At that moment said boy came out of the tent with a very handsome leather
brief case. He kissed his father on the mouth during which the man patted
his son's delicious little butt and as we started to walk away he stopped
me and nodded at the chessboard,

"Oh, Gabe, might as well get used to the idea that you're get your ass
handed to you. Have fun you guys."

On the way back we talked some more, met some people who were quite nice
but more thrilled with the dogs. One guy saw the briefcase and commented
that I probably shouldn't count on winning any games against the kid. Back
at my motor home Kadyn put the briefcase on the dining table but made no
move to open it.

"Maybe we can play later, if that's okay with you Gabe."

"That's fine Kadyn, what should we do otherwise?" He smiled and stepped up
close to me and took my cock in his hand and hefted it.

"I was thinking of a different game for now called hide the weenie." That
said, he dropped to his knees and took me into his mouth and began to work
me into a full, you should pardon the expression, blown chubby. He cupped
my balls and tugged on them a little as he worked, all the while keep his
hands of his own cock was rose to full on tumescence very quickly. He only
stayed long enough for the desired effect then stood and moved against me
with his head tilted up. I quickly engaged the boy in a mouth open tongue
battling kiss that was accompanied by a great deal of moaning and hand
movement, notably on my ass.

"I'd love to have you cum for me Gabe," he said after breaking the kiss,
his voice a bit of a husky.

"All in good time Kadyn, I said. I snagged a place mat off the dining table
and slapped it down on the end of the counter top then slipped my hands
under his arms and lifted him up and sat his tender little butt on it. The
movement caught him by surprise and caused him to giggle. That done I moved
his legs farther apart and leaned down to capture his stone hard boner in
my mouth and proceeded to swallow him down to his balls. Kadyn moaned and
leaned back to rest on his elbows while I worshipped his sensitive
cock. Like he had done, I kept it short then stood fully upright.

"That was amazing Gabe," Kadyn said as he sat upright. We then hugged and
kissed some more and this time his hand snuck between my legs to take hold
of my cock and stroke me a little bit. After we broke it he said,

"Now will you cum for me?" I nodded my head and lifted him off the counter
but kept him in my arms and took him back to the bedroom, the boy having
wrapped his legs around my waist, arms around my neck and held on.

"Gosh you're so strong Gabe," he said. I didn't need to tell him he was so
light. In the bedroom I laid him down gently then lay beside him and pulled
him into my arms again and kissed him deeply, my tongue probing back to his
tonsils. Again, Kadyn groaned loudly and even more so when I took hold of
his raging cock and began to jack him off. It lasted a half minute before I
stopped.

"I want to see you cum first Kadyn; I want to taste your sperm," I
whispered to him. I continued to look down into his hazel green eyes as I
stroked him, taking a moment here and there to kiss him again. It didn't
take long before he said he was close, so I leaned back some in order to
watch the boy shoot. I loved watching young teen boys cum, to play a part
in the incredible feelings that raged through their inexperienced young
bodies, remembering back to what it felt like for me at that age.

"Oh gosh Gabe," he blurted out, "oh gosh." Kadyn's body went stiff, as did
his cock, and a moment later a thing stream of watery sperm shot out and
landed on his chest. It was followed by a few burps of the stuff that just
plopped out onto his belly. Still the boy was panting heavily. I continued
to stroke him but lowered my head in order to clean of his cock head and
spermy foreskin then moved up and licked his goo from his torso. It was
almost sweet tasting and not the semi-bitter taste of the sperm of a boy a
year older than him.

Things finally died down, Kadyn got his breath back and it wouldn't do but
we had to get some more kissing done to show his appreciation. "Now you
Gabe; you squirt your sperm out." I gave the boy a quick kiss then rolled
onto my back and went to work.

"Is there anything I can do to help," Kadyn asked.

"Sure. You can play with my balls, kiss on me, rub my chest and belly,
almost anything." That said, he rolled to his side and propped himself up
on one elbow then reach over and cupped my balls and began rumpling,
tugging, and generally feeling on them. I watched his face, saw the
intensity and focus and felt my heart thump a little. I also decided that
the boy was cuter than I had originally thought. Actually, it was probably
that I appreciated his looks more. Regardless, it brought me closer to
orgasm.

It had been at least 5 days since I'd last cum, and that a solitary
experience in my bedroom, watching a video of a man in the tight embrace of
a young teenage boy. The boy's legs were wrapped tightly around his adult
lover's waist, his arms around the man's neck, his head with its thick mane
of blonde hair thrown back. The camera panned away from his face and moved
down to settle on the man's ass as it moved to and fro, driving his cock in
and out of the boys' ass with ferocity. The camera moved farther then lower
and focused on the point of contact, of the man's cock as it worked like a
well lubricated piston in the kids' spread open asshole.

"Harder Gabe," he had cried out, "fuck me harder, make me cum, Oohhh Jesus
fucking Christ," and then the boy screamed out as he came. I had made me
cum too, both in the video and in real time. Leo had filmed the session
while another boy was busy sucking his cock. The boy I was with had been
13½ old and as vocal and powerful a lover as any boy I'd been with. His
name was Kristoffer, never Kris, he was adorably cute and nicely hung for a
boy his age, easily Leo's size.

So, that played out in my brain as Kadyn played with my balls. I had
reached out with my free hand to gently rub on his shoulder and back, the
additional contact helping to bring things along.

"Here it goes Kadyn," I grunted. I slowed my stroke. It turned out as
expected, a glorious cum shot that splattered my neck and chest leaving a
long stream of white goo. A second and third jets did the same thing. There
were 3 more squirts which landed shorter and shorter on my torso and it
ended with3 burps of the stuff before the viscous liquid began to ooze.

"Holy shit Gabe," Kadyn said, clearly in awe. He asked the usual questions
about it and I answered the best I could.

"I need to take a shower Kadyn," I told him.

"I could probably use one too," he responded.

"Want to take one together," I asked and got a vigorous head nod so up we
got and to the bathroom we went. In this motor coach the master bathroom
was at the end of the bus, and while it was nice enough it wouldn't compare
to what mine would eventually look like. Still, Kadyn was impressed.

We got in, got wet, and I offered to wash him to which he readily agreed. I
got the usually groans of pleasure as I worked his shoulders and down his
back. I got the usual groans of pleasure as I worked on his tender little
butt, his hole and then his cock, back to full on boner, and his balls. I
had him bend over and used the sharp spray setting on the wand which
stimulated his hole quite nicely. When I was done with everything it
prompted some intense kissing and mashing of cocks together.

Kadyn offered to return the favor to which I was more than agreeable. The
boy did a credible job but then, how could being washed by a young teenage
boy not be credible? Answer-it couldn't. Of course, he didn't shy away from
anything and 5 minutes later we were back in the embrace and kissing like
the lovers that we were.

We got out and dried off then climbed into bed and snuggled up against each
other.

"So what now Gabe," the boy asked after a little bit of kissing, feeling
and hugging.

"It's up to you sweet boy, what would you like to do?" He gave that about a
second's thought.

"Everything. I want to do everything with you Gabe. I want you to fuck me."
He was quiet for a moment then went on.

"I've never been with a man before Gabe. I've play with boys, and even some
girls, but only boys and girls my age. When I was much younger my parents
explained sex to me and the fact that boys often want to play around,
especially nudist boys. They said that men and even women would want to
play with me too but asked me not to.

"It is always your choice son," Kadyn's father had said, "always. But your
mother and I are asking you not to engage with anyone more than a year
older than you. We would like for you to mature mentally and emotionally
along with your physical maturation and engaging with people older than you
has the possibility of having a deleterious effect on a child. We would
prefer that you wait until you turn 13."

"My parents never lied to me, ever," Kadyn said softly. "They never tried
to scare me into not doing things like many parents do. They didn't try to
direct my behaviors by shame or guilt either. They always just laid the
facts, as they knew them, out there for me and let me decide. I trust them
implicitly and always try to follow their suggestions."

"I think that's very wise of them Kadyn," I responded, and I wasn't lying
either. He smiled, gave me a quick kiss on the mouth.

"Thank you. So, this is my first time with an adult and so far it's been
perfect. But I want to do it all. I want to learn as much as possible. I
mean, I already know a lot but I know there's more and I want you to teach
me. That is, if you don't mind."

"I am very honored to be your first adult Kadyn and I mean that very
sincerely." He leaned over and kissed me again.

"I know you mean it Gabe; thank you." I went on.

"I would be happy to teach you what I know and, in that process, if there
is something that you want to know, or something you want to try you only
have to let me know or you can just do it if it seems the time is right."

"That would be awesome Gabe, thank you. I think for right now I just want
to cuddle and snuggle and talk."

That was more than fine with me, and I told him so.