Date: Tue, 3 Aug 2010 05:20:19 -0700 (PDT) From: Tague Micheals Subject: encounters with boys III It's been a year since I did anything with this particular collection. I've been meaning to and now that I have, I hope that it meets your approval. Once again, these are stories from my brain, not my real life. Don't I wish. Some of the bits a pieces are true but I won't tell you which ones or in which stories. Just flow with it, in any manner which works for you. Hugs, Tag_m Mountain Of Fun I'd been invited to attend the July wedding of one of my closest, if not best, friend. He and his fiancé Jessica were avid skiers and had decided to hold the ceremony at the base lodge at one of the ski resorts that dotted the mountain range that ran from Northern California clear up through Washington State and into Canada. The wedding dinner however was going to be held at the restaurant located at the summit. To get there one had to take 2 separate ski lifts, the second one climbing at an angle that had to be close to 50 degrees. I could manage it but I wondered about some of the grandma's. Like many of the quests, I was staying at the lodge, which was mostly just a hotel 6 with faux Bavarian décor. On the morning of the wedding Justin came knocking on my door about 8. He was a little keyed up but hey, it was his wedding day. Justin and I had known each other since we were 11 and at 24 we were still close. He and I had discovered Playboy magazine together and all of the stuff that goes along with that. While he was a straight boy at heart he was more than willing to engage in boy play throughout his puberty years and believe me we engaged together on a regular basis. Needless to say boy play had meant something totally different to me. When I finally admitted to myself that I was queer, Justin was the first person that I told; we were 15 years old. "Yeah, I know Colton," he said, an arm draped over my shoulder, "I was wondering when you were going to figure it out." He kissed me on the cheek, said he loved me no matter what and would always be there for me. Justin had met many of the boys and then men that I dated, although men is a sort of relative term because sometimes they tended to look young and many of them were younger than me. He never said a word to me about the ages of anyone I dated, even though a couple of them were under age. He knew the difficulties of being a gay boy, God knows I'd cried on his shoulder often enough when we were teens. He seemed to understand completely when, at age 16, I was going out with a 22 year old college student. Justin knew the kind of shit that gay kids went through at school and empathized with me about how scary it was to trust another boy my own age. It was that understanding that brought him to my door on the morning of his wedding day. After the usual round of "I can't believe I'm doing this" Justin got down to the reason for such an early visit. "Look, I kind of need a favor Colt and you're the only guy I know who can do it. Jessica has a family member who has admitted to me that he is having some sexual identity problems. Why he chose to tell me I don't know but he did. In any case I told him he could talk to you, that you'd keep his secret and maybe give him some advice or direction." I nodded my head and asked who the person might be. "Well, I promised him that I wouldn't "out" him." I reminded Justin that he'd outed me with the guy and Justin admitted it was true but also said that he knew I would understand in this instance, which I did. I just wanted to pitch him some shit. "In any case, he knows who you are and may or may not approach you. The one thing I have to say about it though is that you can trust him completely, no matter what." Well now, that seemed a little more cryptic that I generally like and the expression my face must have registered that. "What I'm saying, among other things, is that he might want you to, ahh... show him some stuff, ya know?" He must have read my thoughts because he said he wasn't giving me permission to, if that's how it felt, just giving me a heads up which I assumed tied in with the "trust him completely statement. I nodded my head, we were on the same page. So it was that I found myself scanning the throng of people milling around the gardens and outside chapel area where the ceremony was going to take place, wondering who Justin had been talking about. Because he and Jessica were so athletic a great many of their friends were athletic as well so the term "tight body" was very apt. They were a comely lot as well, men and women alike, so doing a little fantasizing helped stave off the boredom of standing around waiting for things to happen. There were some very hot prospects, guys that didn't have a girl on their arm, and there was one extremely cute and hunky thing that I was all but staring at when a voice beside me said, "Excuse me, Colt." I turned to see Kyler standing there, Justin's future brother in law. I'd met the boy on a plenty of occasions, not the least of which was during some of the "all age" touch football games that we got going during the spring. Kyler was a very cute boy who was about 3 inches shorter than my 5'9. Dark brown hair usually worn a little scruffy, that day it was brushed back neatly. He had a smattering of freckles around his nose with large brown eyes that reflected his genuine intelligence. He looked quite dashing in his tux. "I hope you're not mad at me cuz Justin asked me to be his best man. I mean, I know you guys are like best friends." Kyler's voice was still slightly high pitched and struggling for some base tone. "No, not at all Kyler," I said with a smile, then leaned in to him in a conspiratorial manner, "honestly, I don't like standing up in front of crowds so in a way you saved me." He smiled, clearly relieved. "Are you going up to the summit for dinner?" I shrugged my shoulders. While I said that I could manage the dizzying ride, I didn't relish it. "I'm not going, I'm acrophobic," he said. It was clear that he was embarrassed by that admission. I put my hand on his shoulder, "I understand, I get a little anxious myself." He smiled again, a really nice smile I might add. "If you don't go maybe we can hang out," he responded, a slight hint of hope in his voice. I said sure, he said see ya later, and headed off while I went back to scanning the crowd. It wasn't long before I spied a really hot looking blond guy who looked to be in his late teens. He happened to make eye contact with me and nodded his head. A few minutes later he headed toward me and as I watched him it seemed that he might be a little light in the heels. As he got closer he seemed to get younger and I pegged him at about 16 or 17 years old. "You're Colton, Justin's friend," he said, making a statement not a question. I nodded my head and he introduced himself as Harrison. "Justin said that I might be able to talk with you after dinner some time. You are staying the night aren't you?" I nodded my head and he said "good" and that he was looking forward to seeing me later. As he walked off I checked out his ass and decided that more investigative time would be an excellent idea. Over the next half hour a few other guys seemed to be checking me out, or it's quite possible they just wondered who I was. Jessica's family was very well to do and ran in a different crowd that I did so perhaps it was just that I was an unknown. A few more people introduced themselves and then the ceremony began so I sat down and observed. Afterwards another kid came over and introduced himself, and once again said that Justin had told him that we had some things in common that perhaps we could talk about later. I nodded my head and said that would be fine. Finally, after some toasts under a large canopy those who were going up to the summit for dinner headed toward the first ski lift and the rest of us headed to cars to go home or the lodge to change clothes. "Hey Colt." I turned to see Kyler heading toward me. I waited for him to catch up then resumed walking. "What are you gonna do for the rest of afternoon?" I shrugged my shoulders. "Got no plans," I said. He asked if I wanted to take an easy hike so I said sure. We went to our respective rooms, changed, then met in the lobby and headed out. Like me, Kyler was dressed in cargo jeans, t-shirt and sneakers. Amongst other things I noticed that the kid was wearing a size 10 shoe which seemed a little out of place on a narrow and short frame. We made idle chatter as we walked, sometimes side by side and other times single file, me following. I couldn't help but admire the boys' slender butt, the globes held in place nicely by the pants. After a good 20 minutes on a trail where we didn't see another soul Kyler headed off on a steep hillside. I assumed he was following a trail but I couldn't really discern it. I asked him if he knew where he was going and he said he did, to trust him. The trail steepened but being completely surrounded by fir and cedar trees there were plenty of supports. The trail seemed to level out a little bit then angle up again, the incline requiring the use of tree limbs and brush to get up. All of sudden we came out onto a small clearing not much larger than your average bathroom, and we were looking out on a deep mountain valley that seemed to go on for miles and there wasn't a building in sight, or a road, or any other sign of civilization. "Cool huh," he said. Indeed it was. We must have traveled around the backside of one of the mountains that surrounded the lodge. "This is magnificent," I told him and thanked him for showing it to me. The day was perfectly clear and despite the elevation the temperature had to be hovering in the low 80's. "I love coming up here, even in the winter although it's a lot harder of a climb." I imagined it was. We were quiet for a moment and what Kyler was thinking I didn't have a clue but I was thinking what a great place it would be to have sex. I was kind of an outdoor person in that regard. I'd had sex outside in a whole bunch of different environments but nothing like this. "What are you thinking," Kyler asked softly. I looked sideways to where he was sitting on the moss covered ground. "Honestly?" He nodded his head. "I was thinking about how cool it would be to have sex up here." He smiled, crystal white perfectly straight teeth almost blinding in the summer sun. "I know, I've thought that too." I nodded my head in understanding and as I turned back to the view he added, "I did yesterday." My head all but snapped back to him. I arched and eyebrow while thinking that the kid was a little player. He certainly had the looks for that's for damn sure. I just wondered where he gotten the girl from, although there were plenty of them his age at the wedding. "Really?" I said. "Well, sort of, I mean, I was by myself." He got a rather sheepish look on his face and I doubt could have looked more sheepish if I'd actually caught him in the act. "Sweet. It's a terrific place for it that's for sure," I said, turning my head back to the view again. We sat there quietly and while I was looking at the view I could tell out of the corner of my eye that Kyler was watching me. "I think I'm gay," he practically blurted out. Justin said I could talk to you about it." I nodded my head, my brain going a zillion miles an hour. Kyler was the last person that I'd have thought that Justin had been referring to although I don't know why I would have thought that. Now the conversation that morning made perfect sense; the "you can trust him completely no matter what," for instance. "So, tell me what's on your mind Kyler." He did exactly that. He shared all the concerns, the fears, the self doubt, the second thoughts, the beating himself up; everything. But, he didn't cry and he didn't whine and I didn't butt in, just nodded my head from time to time. Finally he heaved a big sigh and sort of sagged where he was sitting. I gave him a moment then added my two cents worth which included my own struggles and how I worked through them. I told him my first real boyfriend was a guy that was six years older than I was. That perked his head up a little bit. "I think that's kind of what I want, at least for now." He was quiet for a second the added, "I guess what I really want is to have sex, guy sex, ya know. I want to see what that's like. I've sort of dreamed about it and, well, jacked off thinking about it but that's it." I nodded my head. I told him that finding an older guy shouldn't be too much of a problem but he just needed to be careful. He agreed completely, said that worried him too. Then he dropped the bomb. "Well, I was sort of hoping that maybe you could be my first, uhmm, experience Colton." I looked at him, saw the nervousness, the fear of being rejected or worse, laughed at. "You said this was a great spot for it," he said with a smile and a tone of voice that was slightly blaming, for lack of a better word. I was at a bit of a loss. Now that it was out on the table I wasn't sure how to proceed. It seemed a bit crass to just rip our clothes off and go at it, whatever "at it" might mean. "What exactly did you have in mind Kyler?" He shrugged his shoulders then said, touching, kissing maybe, sucking definitely, although he didn't think he was quite ready for fucking. I nodded my head then reached over and put my hand on his neck and gently pulled. The boy didn't resist and our lips met about half way. The first few kisses were the short, peck type of kisses but after four of those I kept my lips pressed against his and moved them a little bit and he followed suit. Before I knew it Kyler turned, moved to his knees and put his hands on my shoulders as if to prevent me from leaving which of course was about the furthest thing from my mind. I let the hand on his neck slide down to his back and rubbed gently then pulled him to me. What happened was that he draped himself across my lap as though he was a baby being held. My other hand moved quickly to support him as we continued to kiss although both our mouths and moved to a more open position and his arms went around my neck. I used both hands to move him onward, twisting my body at the same time to that Kyler ended up on his back alongside of me. We continued to kiss while my hand moved down over his chest then onto his hip and down his thigh a little bit. The boy automatically moved his legs open a little further and on the return upward I rubbed on his inner thigh and slid my fingers inside the leg of his shorts a little bit then kept on moving, pressing, and stopping on his crotch. I could feel the firmness of him. We continued to kiss, my hand continued to move, up underneath his t-shirt and onto the warm, firm flesh of his upper belly and then his chest. He finally stopped kissing me and turned his head to the side and sucked in an inordinate amount of oxygen. I rubbed up to his nipples, did a pass over each one of them, then traced the crease between them back down to the waistband of his shorts where my finger crept underneath. My fingertips hit the waistband of his underwear almost immediately and I slipped beneath those as well although not very far. I rubbed from side to side as I came back out and went back to his crotch and discovered that, most likely, he was full on boned up. Kyler turned his head back and looked at me through half lidded eyes then put his mouth against mine, wide open this time and we started kissing again. His tongue pushed into my mouth in a tentative search for my tongue, found it and began pushing against it and at the same time I unsnapped his shorts and pulled the zipper down. I quickly ran my hand around the waist and pushed, Kyler lifting his butt up off the mossy ground to allow me to get the shorts down past his play area. When his butt returned to earth I put my hand on his crotch again and felt the soft cotton of briefs and the hard flesh of cock. I pressed my palm into his dick and my fingers moved in a circular motion against his balls and in that process I felt the leg of boxer briefs. Kyler broke the kiss again but this time turned his head toward my body which opened up his neck and ear, two of my favorite boy hot spots. I kissed him softly on the crook of his neck and the boy shivered. I wrapped my fingers around his rigid cock and squeezed up and down its length, judging his size and he shivered again. He felt respectable enough. I continued to present his neck with little kisses while my fingers slipped underneath the waistband of his underwear, raised the elastic to allow better access then slipped in far enough to once again grasp onto his stone hard pride and joy, reveling once again in the warmth of his flesh and hardness of it. Kyler gasped in response to this first groping of his boy stuff. I felt his moss, letting my fingers trail back and forth through the small patch of hair then moved upward and felt around his swollen head my fingertips finding the dampness of his arousal. I let go, moved my hand to the side once again and tugged. Kyler lifted his butt off the mossy bed and I quickly maneuvered his briefs down to his knees then moved them, and his shorts down to his ankles. When he lowered himself again Kyler allowed his legs to splay open as far as they could naturally go. I smiled inwardly. There was just something about being hard and having your legs spread as far as they could go. I guess it was about making sure that everything was accessible as possible. I sucked the boys soft neck quickly then moved my body enough so that when I turned my head I could easily see all that made him a boy. Seeing a young teen naked and hard, or even soft for that matter, was always exhilarating but seeing a boy for the first time was just plain exciting. Knowing that a boy was being viewed thusly for the first time in his life by someone other than himself just put me over the top. I turned my head. I was looking down at a perfect boy and I don't mean just his crotch but everything from the crown of his head to his toes. I pushed his shirt up to neck and just stared at him. Lean and taut, his belly went downward then sloped gently into his pubic bone, the creases of his hips accentuating what came next. He was larger than I would have expected, larger and thicker. Easily six and a half, perhaps seven, inches of boy cock quivered in the air, proud and firm above his belly. The underside of the head was red tinted, all of the angles of the rim curved. I watched as blood pulsed through the shaft causing it to jerk slight with heartbeat. The patch of hair underneath the base was a light black in color, old enough to have curl to it but not yet thick enough to block the light colored flesh from which it sprouted. I grew about and inch up his pubic bone and a little less than that on each side and had started its encroachment onto his sac. The sac. Totally free of any hair except that which I just mentioned, his balls hung fairly low between pale creamy thighs, the weight of them pulling out all of the wrinkles except at the very top where it began it's hang from the base of his cock. "You're unbelievably beautiful," I whispered. I reached out and cupped his nuts which got me a sharp inhalation of breath. They were warm and soft in my hand. I set them back down gently that took hold of Kyler's cock, squeezed and stroked upwards as I leaned in closer. I inhaled deeply, taking in the heady fragrance of a young teenage boy, admired the single, large glistening drop of precum that I'd forced up out of the tube. My tongue snaked out and took the boy honey from his slit and I savored it for a moment before I opened wide and took him in. I felt Kyler's body stiffen then relaxed as I began giving the first, long awaited, blow job of his life. I continued to stroke him using only my thumb and index finger while the rest of my fingers pushed and played with his balls. I put my face all the way down against his body and felt his cock head against my throat muscles which earned another gasp. I knew that the boy wouldn't last very long, what boy does, and paid close attention to his breathing, noticing that it was becoming faster. Just about the time I decided to stop he said he was close to cumming so I took him out of my mouth and jacked him off. I loved how his balls moved up and down with the motion of my hand, the skin almost staying in place but the eggs inside moving. All of a sudden Kyler grunted, I felt his cock thicken against my fingers then watched a little streak of sperm fly out and land above his belly button. The next squirt was more of a glob that burped out, barely cleared my fingers and fell on his pubic bone. My eyes went to his face and watched the intense play of emotions that played across the blemish free landscape, his mouth partially open in awe of what his body was feeling. I felt the next emergence of his cum slide down over my fingers, the stroking motion causing it to sort hang for a moment then get bucked off. The show was over and I slowed way down, getting a little more residue but wanting to keep some semblance of feeling going for Kyler, knowing those afterglow feelings very well. I finally let go of his cock, licked his sperm from my fingers then cupped his sac, tugged lightly on it, then continue to feel him up for a moment. The boy lay there with his eyes closed and his belly rising and falling fairly rapidly but in a second it began to slow and a moment later he opened his eyes. He gave me a slow lazy smile and exhaled somewhat forcefully. "That...was...fucking...incredible." I said I was glad he liked it. "I really like kissing. I could lay here and kiss you for hours." I told him I felt the same way. "Can I do some stuff for you too Colt?" I nodded my head then he said he needed to clean the cum off first. I rolled over and pulled a couple of large leaves off a Salmon berry bush and handed them to him. He went about it as though he were wiping a baby's ass, including the facial expression. That always amazed me. Before cumming and even during it guys are pretty well fascinated by their sperm but after we cum it becomes something much less interesting, and often times, close to disgusting. When he was done Kyler managed to get his shorts and underwear off then reached over and rubbed at the front of my shorts which were bulging out. He commented on how hard it felt and how big it felt. He unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned then unzipped me and pulled the flats of my shorts open to reveal a pair of silk boxers in purple and gray vertical stripes. He reached in and grasped onto me through the fabric then asked if I could take them down, which I did. "Oh my gosh," he exclaimed when he'd freed up just about eight thick inches of stone hard man cock. "It's so beautiful Colt. I love looking at guys dicks, and their balls. With that said he grasped onto me and squeezed up and down the length then moved his hand down to cup my nuts. "You shave don't you?" I nodded my head and he commented on how soft my balls were. I told him his felt the same way. "I want to try and suck you," he said, his voice deepening again. I didn't bother to answer because one was needed. Kyler leaned over and opened his mouth and took my swollen head inside. I closed my eyes and reveled in the feeling of his hand and mouth, warmth emanating from both. To his credit Kyler covered his lips before he started to suck and he tried to stoke me at the same time but like many boys with their initial sexual encounters they concentrated on one thing at a time. The boy gave it a good shot though despite the fact that my cock head filled his mouth. He bobbed there for almost a minute-another-kudo for him-before he had to stop, saying that his mouth was sore. He did keep on jacking me off however and in the interest of helping him out I reached down to pull on my sac, one of those things that I love. "How long does it take for you to cum," he asked, his enthusiasm seeming to wan. "It can take awhile. How about I get me there and you can finish it off?" He nodded his head so that's what I did. I also reached down between us and played with his dick, which was still ragingly hard. I finally got there, told him to take over and as I came told him to hold me tighter. He did and I squirted, a good five jets of sperm that landed on my upper belly, the fifth one actually oozing out and followed by another three oozes which ran down over Kyler's fingers and dripped into my fuzz. He finally let go, gently laying my cock down, which I thought was a nice gesture. He commented on the amount of sperm I made, wondering out loud if he'd ever make that much. I assured him he would. It more than two leaves to get me cleaned up and since Kyler was still hard as a rock I asked him if he wanted to cum again and of course he nodded his head with enthusiasm, what boy wouldn't. We kissed some more, lying there with our bodies pressed against each other. I ran my hand down over his butt, squeezing and kneading the wondrous flesh, wondering if I'd every get to put my face in there, or even my cock. I ended up sucking his dick until he came, squirting a small amount of sperm into my hungry mouth. When it was over and we were getting dressed Kyler asked if we could do some more stuff together. "My room has a door into the room next to me," he said with excitement, "maybe it's empty and you could switch into it." I gave that some thought and wondered how Justin might perceive that but really knowing how he would view it. I didn't think anyone else in the group would notice at all. I voiced my concerns then said, "Well, we can see, it doesn't hurt to ask." Kyler hugged me tightly then we headed back down to the lodge. Cherry Boy I'd been riding non-stop for almost an hour in 80 plus degree weather. I was on a somewhat narrow, curvy country road that seemed to go nowhere in particular although I knew that it ended somewhere. There had been little traffic, only a few cars or beat up farm pick up trucks. My ass was sore and I needed to piss but there hadn't been any shoulder to speak of so there was no place to pull over. The road wound through foot hills and along side picturesque valleys and while I could see farms and farm houses scattered here and there, driveways or private roads were few and far between. During my 6 hour ride that had started about 10 that morning I had come across a number of little mom and pop stands that sold fresh fruit and vegetables often grown in their own garden's but sometimes bought cheap from the orchards or huge commercial farms that populated half of the state. So, rest and piss, rest and piss, was pretty much dominating my thinking, as I kicked the bike down to 4th gear to negotiate an "S" curve, according to the yellow road sign. Just before I came out the other end I passed a large chunk of plywood with the words "Cherry's ahead" roughly painted in bright red on it. The ersatz sign was propped up against a bush on the side of the road. Sure enough, 100 feet past the sign there was a small stand sitting at the back of a small turn out, a similar sign tied to the back of an old, rung back kitchen chair. The stand was a small folding table with an old blue plastic tarp held in place by an aluminum frame at the front end and tied to the mirror and bed of an old '52 5 window "Jimmy". I downshifted quickly, the pipes popping, and pulled off the macadam onto the hard packed dirt. Two huge Harlequin Great Dane trotted over to greet me, tails wagging and tongues hanging out. There was a spot of shade toward the tailgate of the truck and it was there that I dropped the kickstand and shut the bike down. The dogs braced each side of me, sticking their big heads in close for a pat, which I gave them. "Out," a slightly high pitched voice commanded and the dogs backed off immediately and sat 10 feet away watching me as their owner was stepping out of the head high reeds that grew at the edge of the small turn out. A tow headed boy, maybe 13, possibly 14 stepped onto the dirt and headed toward me. "Howdy," he called out, the w almost non-existent. The boy was about 5'5 or so, dressed in well worn dungarees, a more well worn hickory shirt with the sleeves cut off and cowboy boots that looked like they'd reached the end of their road but I suspected fit the boy like a glove. As he approached I could see the ice blue of his eyes, lips just a few shades lighter than the cherries he was peddling, and a perfectly clear, albeit nicely tanned, complexion. "Hey," I offered back as I stepped off the bike. "That there's a mighty fine looking motor bike," he said in a sort of drawl. The appreciation for machinery was very evident in the sparkle of those incredible eyes and slight smile on his lips. I stretched, then pulled a bottle of water from the saddle bag and drank heavily as the boy walked around the bike, nodding at the chrome and custom paint. He was a really cute kid. His, overdo for a cut, mop of blond hair almost hanging in his eyes helped enhance his looks instead of detracting from them. "Wanna buy some cherries," he said when he was done looking. "Maybe but what I really need is to take a leak." I swear to god the boy looked right at my crotch, lingered for just a moment, then looked at me. "Well I was just thinking on takin a piss m'self," he said, "so come on I'll show you where." But first he turned to the dogs. "Boys, post," he commanded and the dogs sprang into action, one sitting between my bike and the road, the other one going around the truck and, I assumed, sitting on the opposite side of the little fruit stand. "Come on," he said so I followed him to where he'd come out of the reeds. He parted the tall green strands and told me to be careful and to step all the way through and not wade in else it would break the reeds and show that there was a trail there. I watched as he took a large step through then followed him. He squeezed past me and made sure the grasses were back in place then squeezed past me again, this time putting his hand firmly on my ass. "Follow me," and follow him I did, admiring the swell and sway of his slender butt. I heard the babbling of brook and a moment later we came to it, a little clearing alongside a stream that was running over rocks into what looked like a nice sized pool then flowing out the other side. Off to one side was another blue tarp draped over a rope that was tied to a pair of Alder trees creating a tent. Underneath it were a couple of air mattresses, rolled up sleeping bags, a lantern and a cooler and a still damp bath towel hung from a stump of a tree branch. He went past the sleeping area to a spot alongside the creek at the lower end of the little clearing and beckoned me over. "We piss in the water and not on the land." Without hesitation he began to unbutton his jean, looked at me and smiled. "Come on over here long side me. I ain't gonna bit ya." Its not often that one gets an invite to hang his dick out alongside of a cute young teenage boy that's doing the same thing. They're generally quite shy about that sort of thing. I stood next to him and quickly unbuttoned and unzipped and as I was reaching in to pull my cock out over the top of my underwear the boy shoved his jeans down and pulled his shirt up. I understood then why he wasn't shy. He looked to see if I was looking and smiled when he saw the expression on my face. "Name's Caleb," he said. I nodded my head and went about shoving my jeans and underwear down then pulling my shirt up out of the way. Turn about was fair play and boy looked at my dick without even trying to look like he wasn't. "Andy," I replied. I started to piss almost immediately while nothing came out of Caleb's uncircumcised hose. Yes, I said hose because that's what it was. Arching outward from his flat pubic bone, not hanging, was at least 8 inches of cock possibly more. It looked so unnatural on his thin frame as to be unbelievable and it made his balls looks small. "That's a fine looking dick ya got there Andy," Caleb said with as much appreciation as he'd shown my bike. I told him he was sporting a mighty fine cock himself. The boy chuckled and said, "Muh pappy says I'm hung like a stud horse. Of course so is he, and my brothers." I continued to pour water while Caleb remained drip free but it seemed as if he were starting to get hard. Then he surprised me. "Ya can touch it if'n ya want, I don't mind a'tall. Course, I'd like to return the favor." "What about your stuff." I said nodding toward the road. "And I don't really want to leave my bike unattended." He waved his hand in a dismissive manner. "Jeb and Jubal kin take care of that. Those ole boys'll tear up anything, man or beast, that even looks like touching my stuff or yours but afore that they'll bark like the dickens to let me know if anybody stops. Hell I come down here and beat mah meat purty near ever day I'm out here selling," he said with a grin. "Sides, you're the only person been by in hear an hour." "Confederate generals," I said. Caleb nodded and winked. I was referring of course to the dogs, named after Jeb Stuart and Jubal Early. "You know your history," he said. I finally stopped pissing and shook myself off. Meanwhile Caleb's cock was still in the wind and had risen to be just about perpendicular to his slender body. He turned to face me, looked directly at my cock which had also started to rise. He moved closer and, using his hips, wagged his cock back and forth as if trying to engage my cock in some sword play, something that I hadn't seen since I was his age. I looked at his moss, a nice little patch of sandy blond hair that was restricted mostly to the base of his pride and joy. "Ya know, ah might'nt mind suckin that thang, if'n ya don't mind that is. I haven't had a dick in my mouth for some time." This was about as bizarre an experience as I'd ever had in my life. I might have expected it had I been in the Ozarks or the Smokies or the blue ridge some where but this was the west coast for Christ's sake. My cock reached it's full length of about 7˝ inches but wasn't fully hardened. Caleb reached out and took hold of my dick and began to stroke me, clearly he'd done it before. It felt good, I couldn't help but want to feel his so reached out and took hold of him, reveled in the thickness of such a young boy, the warmth of him. I skinned his foreskin a couple of times before he let go of me and dropped to his knees. He took hold of my cock, pulled it down and licked the precum off the head before putting it into his mouth. I looked down at him, taken in by his beauty and the serene look on his smooth face as he took at least half of me in his mouth before backing off. Lower still, I saw his hand working his monstrous cock in a slow repetitive stroking motion. He kept up on me for a solid minute before he stopped and when he did, he pressed his face against my crotch alongside my balls and inhaled deeply. Finally standing up he said, "Gawd damn but ah love that smell," a huge grin on his face. He nodded down in the direction of his dick. "Ya wanna give it a go?" I had nothing to lose although I was a little concerned about his hygiene but hey, I'd sucked my share of sweaty cocks before. I knelt before him and without ceremony took him into my mouth. Quite the contrary to being musky I picked up a very faint odor of Irish Spring along with the scent of a growing boy. With one hand on his cock and the other on his balls I began to suck Caleb's dick, sliding the foreskin over the head and sucking it into a nipple before drawing it back behind the head again, my lips replacing the natural covering. "Oh yeah, ya done this before Andy, ah kin tell." I wondered just how much experience this youngster had under his belt, no pun intended, but decided it didn't matter much. He was a more than fine specimen of boyhood and I wanted to focus on him for jack off purposes later on. Caleb put his hands gently on the sides of my head and began to move slowly in short strokes, fucking his young cock into my mouth. He finally pulled away from me and stood up while he pulled his t-shirt off revealing a very well defined body for a boy his age. I assumed that reflected a great deal of hard work around a farm. "I've a mind to git nekkid," he said as he crooked a knee and began to take off a boot. I asked about his family, wondering more specifically about his father and uncles, as images of Deliverance ran through my brain. He gave me the dismissal wave again and said his pa and brothers were gone on a buying trip and wouldn't be back til this time the next day. By then the other boot had come off and he had shoved his jeans to the ground, kicking them off to stand fully naked before me. He was a God. Caleb's body almost looked gym toned, everything but his crotch a golden tan color. His chest was bulked up slightly, the creases beneath and between the pectoral muscles very clearly defined. The definition continued downward to a 6 pak, the edges of the muscles arcing downward and eventually creating a classic V that culminated all that made him a boy. His cock was fully hardened, the red tinted head poking out from beneath his foreskin which was also red at the tip. Despite being as hard as it probably ever got, the thing weighed to much to stand fully upright instead pointing upward about half way between his belly and what it would have been if standing straight out from his slender body. What the fuck. I pulled my shirt off then bent and untied my riding boots, got them off along with my socks then pulled the left pant leg up to reveal a small pistol in an ankle holster. "Looks like a Walther," the boy said and I nodded my head as I unstrapped the holster and lay it on my shirt. My pants and boxers quickly followed suit, lying on top of the pistol and I stood before the Caleb as naked as he was. He looked me over, appraising me. "What say we lay down," and without waiting for an answer he walked over to his sleeping area, bent over and hauled the sleeping bags off of the air mattress. I admired his balls as they hung in the air below the wrinkled muscle of his hole. If he cared one whit that he was showing me his most secret spot it sure wasn't noticeable. I saw then that it wasn't an air mattress but 2 of them stacked on each other for he pulled one off and lay it next to the other one then quickly covered it with a sleeping bag then looked at me. "This oughtta do us fine." I agreed and walked over to join him, lying down along side the boy. "How do ya think we oughtta go about this?" I shrugged my shoulders and asked him he usually went about it and he laughed. "Well I usually get to suckin then sometimes fuckin, depends on who I'm with." "Have you ever tried kissing," I asked him. The expression on his smooth tanned face said that he'd never considered such a thing. "I'll give it a try if'n ya wanna teach me," he said. We were lying facing each other so I gently pushed on his chest to motion him onto his back. The kid was solid as a rock. He went though and I propped myself up on an elbow above him then lowered my face toward his. His eyes stayed open until the last moment and then I kissed him, an easy light pressured kiss. I backed off then did it again, barely brushing my lips against his. The third time I pressed a little harder and moved my lips. Caleb's mouth remained motionless for a moment then he started to move his soft lips against mine. Less than 20 seconds later we were both mouth wide open. My hand trailed up and down his chest, brushed a nipple, moved down to the outside of his thigh then back up on the inside. I stopped to cup and tug at his balls at the same time I thrust my tongue into his open mouth. Caleb's arms went around my back and my shoulders and he held on as though he thought I might leave him. His hand slid down onto my butt to knead and squeeze and I heard a low moan escape from somewhere deep in his throat. I finally broke the kiss in order to get in a large gulp of air, Caleb did the same. "Sweet fucking baby Jesus you know how to get a boy all het up Andy. I'm hotter'n a pancake griddle." I lowered my head and kissed him again but the next time I broke it off I went for the soft crook of his neck and heard him moan loudly. "Goddayam you make me wanna cum right now," he whispered in my ear. Making that boy cum was my intended goal. I quit sucking on his neck and moved down to suck a nipple. He was taken completely by surprise and arched his body in response to the intense feelings that were ripping through his young body. He relaxed back onto the mattress. I suckled Caleb's nipple for a moment then moved further down, meeting the end of his cock just about his belly button. I turned my head to look the thing in the eye then snaked my tongue out to clean off the shiny liquid that was pretty much covering the tip of his cock and the foreskin that still had the head practically covered. I gripped onto the thick shaft and put my mouth over the end, foreskin and all before skinning it back and proceeded to suck the boy off. For all of the experience that Caleb seemed to have, he was still a boy and still didn't have a great deal of experience and staving off an orgasm. He still got hot pretty easily and he still came with little to no warning. I continued to maintain a tight grip on his cock as I stroked the oversized hunk of teenage flesh and I continue to exert as much pressure with my lips as I could. My tongue kept swiping at his piss slit and cleaning off the sticky precum as fast as it leaked out. Beneath me Caleb was moaning softly and thrusting his narrow hip up and down in tandem with my movement. "Oh shit fuck," he moaned and I quickly took my head away and jacked him off, working to keep his foreskin down so that his exiting sperm wasn't blocked by anything. Still it didn't shoot very far and I suspected that he'd already been down to the creek that day to "beat his meat." Still he burped out three fairly good sized globs of cum and after those offerings continued to oozed the stuff in globs of sperm that was floating in a sea of semen. When he's slowed down considerable I put my mouth back over the spongy head and went back to sucking him, licking up as much boy honey as continue to leak out. The feeling finally got to intense and he gently pushed my head away. I quickly got to my knees and began to jack off. I was close enough that Caleb could reach out and fondle my balls as I brought my self to the edge of orgasm and all but leapt over it. My first offering shot out onto the boys' chest leaving a 6 inch streak of white from just beyond his far nipple to a spot a couple inches below it. Before the second squirt could eject Caleb put his hand over my cock head and as my sperm oozed into it he began squeezing it, rubbing my cum into my flesh. It felt weird then ultra sensitive. The boy continued to keep his hand there until he felt that I was finished then put his hand to his mouth and began licking my cum from it. I finally let go of my dick but fondled my balls, gently scratching or tugging at the freshly emptied eggs. Caleb seemed invested in getting every drop of my sperm from his hand and fingers then proclaimed it was mighty fine tasting juice, better'n his brothers' or his pappy's. Why I should have been surprise at that incestual revelation I have no idea. "All that kissin stuff seems more fun that just a suck n fuck," he said with a smile. "I could get to lik'in that. Makes me think about havin you fuck my ass." In the post orgasmic dysthymia that I was feeling I began thinking about my unattended motorcycle, despite Caleb's confidence in his dogs. I voiced my thoughts, Caleb seemed to understand and began quickly wiping our sperm from his body. I got dressed with the boy following quickly. When I asked for something to drink he went over to the creek and pulled out gallon jug of water and handed it to me then put it back when I was done. We headed back up the trail and when we parted the grasses the dogs were still in the same spots but had turned to see us, tails wagging. We no sooner got there and a car went by, hit the brakes and made a quick turn into the spot at the far end. A family of 5 got out, did some stretching and came over to the table. They asked if Caleb had any water or soda's for sale and the kid reached down to a cooler that was beneath his table and pulled out a bottle. "Two bucks," he said to the man who seemed glad to pay it. I found out afterwards that Caleb's dad got it by the case at Wal-Mart for about a half a buck a bottle and changed the label's. After the family piled back in their car and left Caleb asked if I'd be interested in staying the night at his camp site. "I bet we could have one hell of a time Andy," he said with a smile. I still had about a 2 hour ride before I got home but I hadn't eaten much and was beginning to get hungry. If I was going to play with this youngster for any length of time I'd need to build my strength up. "I don't know Caleb, I need to eat dinner or something." "Well," he said, drawing the word out, "there's gas station and diner yonder about 6, 8 mile where this road meets route 418, food's right tolerable." I thought about it for a moment. "What about you, what are you going to eat?" He said he had plenty of cold foods in another cooler by the creek. "How about you ride up to the diner with me," I suggested. He fidgeted a bit and I figured that he probably didn't have the money to spend. "I'll stand you dinner." He seemed to consider that. "Well, I ain't never rid a motor bike," he said, his mouth spread in what I was considering was a signature grin. "Ya got a deal." One Little Indian Boy I actually see this boy once in a while. In real life he's 19 but I was so taken with his looks and stature I had to do a story so imagined him at 13-14. I have not seen him naked nor have I had any sexual contact with him nor will I ever have. This is only a story and one that I hope you enjoy ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I had just gassed up outside of Ephrata in I-90. Coming from Kalispell where I'd been visiting friends and doing some fishing on Flathead, I was headed toward home. Well part of home, because I had two, places I stayed that is. The place that I was headed was the family farm on the Snohomish river. 476 acres of farmland and fields with the requisite horses, cattle and cats and dogs. The other place was a two bedroom house in the Montlake area, a short hop from the UW medical center, where I lived most of the time while I was attending medical school at the University of Washington. I was currently on summer break and relishing every bit of it. I had big plans to do nothing; absolutely nothing for the next month and with my parents, as well as my own, money that would be very easy. Oh, I had promised my family that I'd do some work around the ranch, and I would, but not before I'd gotten in some solid relaxation. It was about 4 in the afternoon and I was looking forward to being home in a little over 3˝ hours and I'm sure that Snookie was as well. Snookie, Snook or Snooks for short, was my best buddy. A 5 year old Hovawart, he was loyal, protective, loving and laid back, the perfect dog for me. I'd gotten him as a 6 week old pup when I was discharged from the Navy and trained him myself. I took him everywhere with me. I was 200 feet from the westbound onramp when I saw a car that had come off the freeway stop at the bottom of the ramp with a turn signal on. The passenger door opened and a guy got out, quickly closed the door, then ran across the 4 lane road to the onramp, where I was about to turn. The guy, it looked like a guy, stopped about ten feet up the ramp and waited. Clearly he was hitchhiking. I didn't generally pick up hitchhikers and not for any particular reason. Much of my generation thumbed everywhere although I'd never had a need or desire to do so. Sure enough as I started to turn, the obligatory arm went out and an interesting arm it was. It was in a cast, at least what I could see for most of it was covered by the arm of the jacket he was wearing, and yes it was a he. A fairly young he at that. As I slowed to stop just short of where he stood I noticed a number of things. Clearly he was a native boy, he couldn't have been older than 14 and that on a good day, he indeed had a cast on his right arm and it looked as though there might have been some bandages on his left hand. Oh, did I mention that he was as cute as any boy I'd ever seen anywhere. I stopped and he stepped toward the door then stopped because Snookie was right there wanting to introduce himself. I told the dog to stand down then jumped out and ran around to the other side and opened the door for the boy then took the pack that was slung over his right shoulder and dropped it on the floor behind his seat. He climbed in and I reached over him to grab the seat belt to hook him in before closing the window then the door, trotting around to my side, jumping in, buckling up. "Better say hello to Snookie before he licks you to death," I told the boy so he reached back with the casted hand and let the dog sniff him before he rubbed Snookie's muzzle. I headed onto the freeway and got us up to speed before either of us said anything and I started the conversation. "My name's Dakota," said, glancing at him. I extended my hand and the look he gave asked if I just plain stupid or a special kind of stupid but he extended the casted hand anyway so I closed my fist and gently knuckled bumped him. "Sonny," he replied in a voice that had started puberty but had a ways to go before it made any difference in his voice. "My name is Raymond but everybody calls me Sonny." "Where you headed Sonny?" He shrugged his shoulders and after about a 10 second delay said, "I don't know. Bellingham, maybe Oregon." He didn't offer up any more information but asked where I was headed. I told him and he asked if it was close to I-5 because he figured that would be the quickest way to get to where he needed to go. I explained that I lived maybe a half hour from there. The boy didn't seem to want to talk so I didn't press it. Obviously he was on the run and there was a 50% chance that the cast and his bandaged arm were part of the story. I glanced at him from time to time and the few things I could tell were: he wasn't very big, that he had long hair, French braided down along the hairline on each side then put into a pony tail that seemed to go half way down his back and he needed a shower. It wasn't that bad but it was there. Having his clothes washed was right up there on the to do list as well. Snookie finally decided that no more pets or rubs were forthcoming so lay back down on the seat. Forty minutes later we were coming on to Ellensburg, the last place with a variety of options for food. Everything from there to Seattle would be fast food or diner fair. "I'm getting hungry sonny. I haven't eaten since I left Montana. Are you up to eating?" He nodded his head. I caught the exit that I knew had access to the most restaurants and a few minutes later pulled into a parking lot. He managed to get the door open but the seat belt was causing him some difficulty. I reached across him again, unbuckled it then stepped out of the way. He mumbled a thanks as he stepped past me then waited while I put out some water and food for Snookie then we headed inside. We managed to snag a booth in the front window so I could keep and eye on the Jeep since it was open and I had stuff inside, not that anyone would try take anything with Snookie on the case. I looked at the boy and when he finally made eye contact I asked if there was anything in particular that he'd like to eat. He shrugged his shoulders. "I'm guessing that having both of your hands slightly incapacitated might impose some difficulty with certain food choices," I said and he gave me a blank look, then said, "It might." He opened the menu and began looking it over while I continued to look him over. While I hadn't been able to look at his face but for a moment, what I did see made my heart jump a little. Sonny's skin tone was a nice, native brown with the high cheekbones typical of Plains Indians. He had large dark eyes framed by thick brows and decent lashes. His forehead appeared to be a little less than 1/3 of his facial length, equal thirds considered to be perfect by those people that determine such things. His chin seemed a little narrow but that may well have been an illusion caused by the sharpness of his cheekbones. From what I'd seen he was blemish and hair free and possibly one of the cutest boys, native or otherwise, I'd ever seen in my life. "At the risk of being directive we might want to consider an appetizer plate," I said, pointing to an image of it on his menu. He looked at it then nodded his head. We closed the menus and before I could say anything else the waitress was right there with large glasses of water. A grandmotherly type she clucked over Sonny's injuries and the boy actually smiled at the attention, showing plenty of white teeth that, while maybe not orthodontist perfect, were certainly magazine cover perfect. And, if it were possible, he looked even cuter. The smile was still present when he turned to face me for the first time since he gotten in the Jeep. "Where were you at in Montana?" He asked. I told him, explaining that I was on break from school and he wanted to know what I was studying. "Why a doctor," he asked sincerely. I explained that my father had been a very successful surgeon up until his death, his father had been a doctor and professor at Yale medical, and his father before him had been a physician. My mother was also a doctor, although retired and volunteering overseas, and her father still taught medicine at UCLA. I have three sisters that are in medicine as well. I'd been a medical specialist in the Seals, found that I had an aptitude for it, along with other talents that were more destructive than constructive, and decided to go for it when I'd been discharged. "Which," I said, "gives me a perfect segue to asking what happened to your arm and hand." His face clouded over and he became guarded again, clearly his injuries weren't something that he wanted to talk about. After a second I said, "Okay, we don't have to talk about it but that cast looks pretty shoddy and worn out. I can get you into the med school to have some new x-ray's done of the arm and put a new cast on it for you, also change the bandages on your hand." His response was, "Maybe." He was quiet again and I gave him another second or twenty then asked where he was coming from. He said that he'd left the Standing Rock Reservation 4 or 5 days before. He'd done a great deal of walking. When I asked what his tribal affiliation was he said Lakota Sioux. His eyes got wide when I asked which band. "Oglala," he said quietly. I nodded my head then offered a greeting in the most spoken dialect of the Sioux. His eyes opened even wider but before he could answer I told him we might be related somewhere in the past, that I was Hunkpapa. "Of course if I cut my finger I'd be out of the tribe but still, I claim decendency." I went on to explain the matrilineal connection and felt that the boy listened with an attentive ear. Knowing that we shared some common history seemed to make a difference to him, which was pretty common in Indian country. Our meal came and Sonny started the process of wiggling out of the zippered sweatshirt that he was wearing. I got out and helped him by pulling on a sleeve cuff. Once it was off we both dug in, eating more than talking. I couldn't help but notice that he had problems maneuvering the fingers on his left hand but still, he practically wolfed his food down, bits and pieces dropping onto a dirty t-shirt. We finished by each having a piece of apple pie that Sonny said was pretty good and I felt was soggy and mostly tasteless. When we were finished I needed to wash my hands, the collection of finger food we'd eaten had greased up my fingers, and in the restroom Sonny went into the stall and I used one of the urinals. I heard him curse under his breath and figured that he was probably having difficulty with the zipper as well as getting his dick out through his underwear, if he was wearing any. I asked if he needed some help and he said no, a little sharply. I didn't take it personally, understanding that it was frustration at being handicapped. A moment passed then in a soft voice he said, "Can you help me please." I went into the stall and he turned to face me with his arms in a position allowing me to help. I had him turn back around to face the toilet, reached around his waist and got the button undone. He'd already gotten his jeans unzipped so I slipped my fingers into the waistband of his briefs right at his hips then pulled the front down so that his cock could flip. "A little lower," he said quickly, "you caught my nuts." I whispered sorry, did as he asked then stepped back. "You know, I think that a shower and laundry is in order Sonny," I told him. The sound of his stream hitting the water echoed in the stall and he asked me if it was bad. I told him I wouldn't have wanted to be stuck in a small closet with him for more than a few minutes and he actually laughed. Not a big laugh but enough for me to enjoy the somewhat high pitched sound. Sonny said that he hadn't showered in 5 days and I said I knew that and he chuckled again and apologized. I told him not to worry about it. He pissed for a good 45 seconds, which is a long time really, before it slowed to a dribble and then stopped. I figured he hadn't pissed for hours. His casted hand moved and I guessed that he was shaking off, then he worked to pull his underwear back up. I saw that he was struggling to get them in place at his hips so said "here," to give him some warning then reached around him again, caught the waistband and pulled them into place. "How's that?" he said it was fine so I got his jeans up, buttoned and zipped. I stepped out of the stall so that he wouldn't have to have eye contact with me and thus feel embarrassed about it. Outside I took Snookie for a walk to do his business in the vacant lot next to the restaurant then poured the water out of his bowl, stowed it and got back on the freeway. We still didn't talk to much, mostly because of wind noise, but the weather was nice and I guessed that Sonny had never been to this part of the country so was busy looking around at everything. He was especially attentive as we headed up into the mountains, the boy never having that high above sea level. It appeared to be cloudy on the western side so I stopped at Snoqualimie and put the top up before heading back down into western Washington. With things quieter we made small talk as we rode. Sonny had just completed 8th grade, and unlike most every other kid he knew, loved school. Life was tough on the rez but he'd managed to stay out of trouble, unlike me, I'd told him, then told him my story. I started acting out about his age for what ever reason. Maybe it was due to the huge social changes of the late 60's, or being different than my staid and proper parents and older siblings. Who knew and what did it really matter. At 17 I was given the choice of the military or jail and I chose the military. Somewhere I'd learned about the special forces and figured I was tough enough to be a navy Seal. I found out how tough I wasn't but I was stubborn. I discovered that I loved the physical discipline, loved learning the self defense stuff and how to shoot a variety of weapons. I also loved the camaraderie. I also came to the realization that I was gay although I didn't tell that part to Sonny. I think that I knew it all along, or at least since I'd started puberty. I'd done my share of messing around with other boys when I was in middle school; it was pretty common. But by 10th grade most of us, including me, were dating and getting laid. I was convinced that because I was plunging my hungry cock into pussy on a fairly routine basis that I was straight. While I was in the Philippines I'd been picked up by a 14 year old boy one night. I was fairly drunk and had somehow strayed from my buddies. The boy had taken me to his home and had his way with me and vice versa bit was more than strange since his family was in the house. When he sucked my cock it took me back to my middle school days and I'd discovered what I had been missing for the past 5 or 6 years. I fucked him that first night, my first time with a boy and I found that pussy just didn't compare to it. I asked the boy if I could see him again, which delighted him and his parents to no end. Of course I gave him money but I also made him promise not to have sex with other men. He promised me he wouldn't and when I finally left 6 months later I had no doubts that he kept his word. I didn't have any problems with him being with another boy however and that proved to be an interesting variation for me because on more than a few occasions another boy joined us. Spending an entire day, naked and romping with a pair of horny young Filipino boys was exciting as all hell. There were other boys in other countries but that's another story. In any case Sonny seemed to appreciate my story and may have created a little deeper friendship. I'd already decided that I was going to the house in Seattle instead of the ranch. I wanted to make good on my offer of getting his cast replaced, assuming that it would be necessary. It could well be that his injury wasn't healed and a new was warranted. I also wanted to get the bandages changed on his left hand. We finally made it to the city and Sonny's attention heightened from Factoria onward. The boy had never really been anywhere. I had taken 405 from 90 up to the 520 which dropped me off practically at my front door. We pulled into my house a little after 8. I jumped out to open the gate to my driveway and let Snookie out as well since he knew we were home and was excited as all hell. The dog immediately pissed on a couple of trees before I whistled for him to come then closed the gate behind him. Under the carport I unloaded my stuff and grabbed Sonny's pack as well and he followed me into the house. My place is a cute little bungalow that my parents had bought when they first moved to Seattle after WWII. As I said, it was a hop skip and a jump to the UW medical center and not that far from the hospitals on pill hill. Before my third sister was born they moved to a larger home and rented out the one I lived in. All of my siblings had lived in the house while they attended college since it had been paid for since before I was born and thus one less expense for my parents, although money was never a concern. Each generation had been very successful in their careers and their largesse had been handed down to their children. We entered into a moderately large room that was a storage, laundry & mud room and I immediately took my shoes off. "Are all of the clothes in your pack dirty Sonny," I asked, assuming he had clothes in there and he nodded his head. I told him to dump them out and while he did that I nosed around for a couple of empty and clean plastic bags, which I found. "Okay, here's the deal. Unless you have a better idea Sonny, I'll cover both of your hands and your arm in the plastic bags so you won't get them wet." "How am I going to wash then?" "Well," I said, "that's the rub. I'll take a shower with you and help." He got a confused expression on his smooth brown face. "I know. It's not the ideal solution for you but in the long run it's the easiest one. If it's any consolation I had to take showers with other guys all through high school and the navy. I've had to bathe a couple of guys before that were wounded and couldn't bathe themselves and I'm a doctor, sort of." I stopped there to let him digest that information. "I haven't been able to really clean myself well for 3 weeks," he said in a voice that even softer than his usual low, soft tone. I nodded my head. "Take your t-shirt and jeans off in here," I said, "I'm going to do the same. Then we'll take your braids out so I can wash your hair. He got a pained look in his eyes so I asked him what was going on. "I really like having my hair in braids Dakota." I smiled at him and said that I'd braid it afterwards and he gave me a very skeptical look. "Three sisters," I said by way of explanation. Truth was I could French brain with the best of them. We both stripped to our briefs, his clearly in need of a washing. I had him follow me to the bathroom where he sat on the toilet while I managed to get his braids undone and brushed out then I bagged and duct taped his arms. I got the water going then asked Sonny if he was ready. He nodded his head. I shoved my briefs down and stepped out of them and he watched me for a moment, looking directly at my crotch before starting the process of trying to get his down but was having trouble. "Here, let me help." I reached over and tugged them down, looking of course at his boyhood charms although it would have been difficult not to see them since they were right in front of me. He stepped out of them and by the time he'd straightened back up I was stepping into the bathtub shower combination with Sonny right behind me. As I got under the spray considered what I'd seen; about 5 soft inches of uncut penis with the foreskin about half way retracted. The hair down there was pitch black but there wasn't a huge amount of it and it was pretty much just at the base of his cock, medium size balls that seemed in full hang. After rinsing my front I turned around and tilted my head back under the spray and when I opened my eyes Sonny was trying hard not to look at my dick. I reached around and peeled a cheek open then motioned for him to come forward. We traded places, our bodies touching as we did so but it was unavoidable. My shower head was stationary so as he stood in front of it he used one of his bagged hands to scoop water up under his balls and when he flinched backwards I assumed that one of the more rigid creases scraped him. He turned back to face me and tilted his head back under the spray and I got a much better look at him. He was a growing boy but still young, his fuzz now flattened against his pubic bone. He was thin, almost too thin, the rest of his body smooth and hairless. He raised his hands to try and get all of his hair wet but I interrupted him. "Let me help you with that Sonny." I stepped up next to him and reached behind him to scoop his hair up toward the water. My cock essentially rested against his belly but there wasn't much I could do about it. When the hair was completely soaked I guided him forward a little bit then reached behind him with both hands and pulled his butt cheeks open and hoped that enough water got in there. When his hair was thoroughly soaked I had him turn and face the spray while I shampooed his hair, scrubbing his scalp with the balls of my fingers. I heard him sigh then saw his body totally relax. I smiled to myself. It took about a minute to get his hair washed and four times that long to get it rinsed but once it was done I wrung as much of the water out of it as I could then worked conditioner through it, particularly the ends. That task completed I grabbed the bar of Dial and began. I won't give a blow by blow description except to say that I started at the shoulders and left the good parts for last. I massaged Sonny's shoulders and I swear I could hear him purr. I enjoyed running my soapy hands over a boys' body and Sonny's was no different. I liked boys that were compact and Sonny was. As I said he was slender to a point of being skinny, about 5'4 and couldn't have weighed more than a buck fifteen soaking wet. When I did his groin I was kneeling beside him with one hand on his butt and as my other hand came up his inner thigh he moved his opposite foot outward. My hand was lathered and when I rubbed his balls they were slippery. Sonny gasped out loud as I fondled his nuts then moved my hand back and forth between his legs a couple times. I then handled his cock, soaping the soft flesh vigorously. I peeled his foreskin back and washed the head, squeezing it and causing it to squish out of my hand. All the action caused him to gasp again then I felt him respond to my ministrations. Using my hands as guides I turned him back toward the spray and gently cleaned the soap from his rapidly swelling cock head. I learned how soap affected me in that state when I was 12 and made sure it never happened again. I continued to fondle him while he was under the spray, the intention, honestly, to get the soap rinsed off. It worked but by the time I was finished he was half way hard and on his way to a full on chubby. I re-lathered my hand then went to his backside, slipping my fingers between his cheeks and running my fingers across the puckered muscle of his hole. I heard him inhale sharply again. In washing his hole my fingers moved far enough forward to push against the sensitive underside of his balls and I swear that the boy shivered. I turned him around again and peeled the cheeks open to rinse his most secret spot and lathered and washed him again. He had been clear about not doing a good bathing job for a while and while I wasn't positive the first trip through had felt just a little crusty on the softer flesh at the very edge of his muscle. If Sonny had any problems or concerns about me being there he didn't give me any indication of that. As I washed his hole, rinsed and re-washed I couldn't help but notice that he'd gotten raging hard, his cock standing proudly at attention. I could see the head peeking out from beneath it's little hat. The flesh a blushing red tone. I felt my own dick begin to rise. I stood up and backed him into the spray, letting the full force of it hit his hair. Sonny looked down at cock, which by then was pointing at his knee and not his toes, while I began quickly soaping my body. I made a production out of squeezing and tugging on my soapy balls as well as my cock. I did a quick pass over the head then told Sonny that I needed to rinse it so we traded places for a moment. After rinsing my crotch and cleaned my asshole I was full on hard, a good 7 plus inches of cock pointing to the ceiling. I moved Sonny back under the spray and made sure that all the conditioner was out of his hair then nodding toward his cock I said, "Taking care of that must be difficult for you with both hands messed up. How long has it been?" "Over a week," he said, his voice laden with lust. " Would you like me to relieve the pressure for you? I don't mind." He didn't seem to need any time to make a decision but quickly nodded his head. I reached for the bottle of conditioner and poured some in my hand then knelt before him. With my left hand I pulled his foreskin back then wrapped the hand around his smooth balls. The right hand went over his swollen cock head and I twisted the hand as though unscrewing a bottle cap. Sonny's mouth dropped open, he inhaled an inordinate amount of air and his eyes crossed then he shook his head. Clearly I'd struck a hot spot. I quickly ran my hand up and down the shaft, extending my tightened fist over back and forth over the head. I tugged on Sonny's balls while I jacked him off and before long he was panting loudly and I knew that he would squirt fairly soon. He did. The first jet shot up over my shoulder, just the end of it resting on the clavicle. The second and third squirts went pretty far too, splattering my shoulder, nipple and upper belly before the cocklet went into oozing mode and I continued to milk the boy for every drop that was in him. I had to put an arm around his waist in order for him to stay on his feet. The show finally ended and of course Sonny wanted to know if I was going to squirt as well. I asked him if he wanted me to and he said yes. I stood, squirted a fair amount of conditioner the palm of my hand and went to work. I was thinking that it would have been nice to have the boy help when he put voice to my exact thoughts. "If my hands weren't fucked up I'd help Dakota," he said, looking me in the eyes for a brief moment then returning his gaze to my crotch. My eyes were roaming over Sonny's body, taking everything in. He was wasn't particularly well built but all the crevices and creases were in the right places, his belly flat as a board except for those creases at his hips. An outtie belly button rested at the bottom of the crease that separated his pectoral muscles and there wasn't a trace of hair between that and the moss at the base of his still hard cock. Overall his body was no different than a million or so other boys around the world but his face was a different story. My free hand moved to cup and fondle my balls, and tug gently on them. "I like that too," Sonny informed me, "pulling on my balls when I jack off." As I closed in on my orgasm I wondered how long I'd get the boy to stay with me and whether or not he'd be willing to play some more. "Here it is Sonny," I said suddenly and we both watched as a long thick stream of sperm shot out of my dick and hit the boy in the crease between his balls and his inner thigh. That was followed by another one that actually landed on the underside of his cock about half way up and draped downward across his sac, the end hanging off his balls before dropping to the shower floor. Before that happened another stream erupted and barely missed his smooth nuts, the next one traveling even less. From there I got a couple of burps of sperm and the rest simply oozed out. I re-positioned my hand so that my foreskin slid back and forth over the sensitive head creating some great after cum shivers. I really felt sorry for boys or men that were cut. Poor bastards had no idea what they were missing. "Wow," was all Sonny said when I'd finally finished. It took a moment for me to catch my breath then I grabbed the soap and re-washed the boy's groin, cleaning my sperm off then turning him around to rinse him off. I skinned his little hat back to clear out any residue of his own cum then switched places with him to clean my own dick off then shut the water off. I stepped out of the shower first and got Sonny a towel then went about drying myself off. The boy continued to stay hard throughout the entire process. Done, I told him to wait a second, then opened the bathroom closet and pulled out a spray bottle and sprayed his hair, telling him that it was great for helping get the tangles out of long hair. He didn't ask why I had some and I didn't volunteer the information. I then sat on the toilet and using a vent brush that I'd also gotten from the closet, combed his hair out. "Are you going to braid it for me Dakota," he asked and I nodded my head. I traded places with him and proceeded to French braid each side then pull them together in a pony tail which I dried slightly using a hair dryer from the closet. When he was done he admired the job, surprised at what I'd done because I had braided his hair with an overhand movement which caused the braid to be underneath and not on top as is usually done. It was something that he'd only had done to his hair a few times before. "Now what," he asked. His cock had finally softened, something which I seemed compelled to comment on. "You almost sound sad that it deflated on you Sonny," I said as we walked to the laundry room to get a load of wash going. "Well," he said and didn't say another word. I turned and smiled at him. "Well," I said, drawing the word out just as he had, "let's take a look at your hands, maybe get the one in the cast washed and we'll see what happens from there. "Okay," he said with a genuine smile.