Date: Tue, 12 Nov 2019 19:25:35 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Hunglings Boys with large endowments is a reality, not a fantasy. Uncommon, absolutely, but unheard of, not at all. Wow. I make this claim from experience as a junior lifeguard at our local swimming pool throughout high school and college, at having seen thousands of family oriented nudist photos as well as attending nudist resorts and having monitored hundreds of boys providing urine samples as part of the juvenile justice system. Most are average, some are small and there are those that are above average and some that are way above average. And they aren't all black boys although I've seen enough of those. I grew up with a kid who was the youngest of 6 boys and all of them were hung like goddamned horses. Seriously. The 9 inch range by age 15. My friend was 7 inches at 13 and my own son sported almost 7 inches when he was 13 years old. I was not as fortunate. In my early 20's I had a 14 year old lover who sported 8 thick inches of cock. I wonder often what happened to him, how his life turned out. So, this story deals with hung boys. Like another story of mine, ENCOUNTERS WITH BOYS, this one will be comprised of 2 separate vignettes that come from recent dreams I've had. I know, lucky me. Also, I know the kid in the first vignette which may be why I dreamed about him. Although it never went past the part where his father commented about him, he does have a significant bobble in his shorts and did have prior to his current age of 14. N-joi Tag_m ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Brionni: His name was Brion but as a child we used the diminutive form Brionni, much like Carlitos vs Carlos and many other boy's names in Hispanic based cultures. Brion was the son of a good friend of mine, an adopted son that is, because my friend Dustin definitely didn't sport a big cock, at least from what I remembered from middle school PE classes. Dustin had married a gal with a 4 year old boy so I'd been around Brion since he was that age. A cute boy, although not stunningly so, Brion was a very sweet natured kid with sandy blonde hair, the color that might be dark blonde or light brown, depending on who was calling the color. As an "uncle", I attended Brion's games as much as possible, watching him run the football, wrestle, and play third base. Brion's face was slightly narrow and he sported a pair of medium blue eyes with amazing lashes. Brion had been physically demonstrative with me since day one, insisting on being held, given kisses goodnight and the like. I'd seen him naked after baths, his little uncut cock bouncing as he walked, but that pretty much went by the wayside by the time he turned 7. As he hit his teenage years, Brion shot up, hitting the 5'7 mark by age 13. He started wearing sport shorts about that time as well. Like many boys, Brion preferred sport shorts to jeans and when I asked him about it once he said, "Better access, especially when you pop a random," at which point he used both hands angled inward and chopping down toward his groin. I had to laugh at the phrasing since I'd never heard the term. "Random," I asked chuckling. He nodded and grinned. "Yeah, you know, like when you pop one in math class or something." "Yeah I know," I laughed, "I just never heard it stated that way. Still though, it's harder to hide than if you're wearing jeans, no pun intended." "True, but maybe sometimes you want to show it off a little." I laughed again. "Never showed it to me," I said." Now; Brion, like his parents, were well aware that I was gay and it had never influenced their behaviors one iota and in fact Brion had asked me the typical questions as he'd gotten older. "You never asked," he retorted. "Like I would ask you that." He shrugged his shoulders. "Why not, other people have." I wondered aloud why that might be. "Because I'm kinda big." So, there it was. I figured that Brion was above average considering the wobble in his shorts when he walked. It hadn't gone unnoticed that the wagging at the front of his shorts was quite a bit lower than other boys. Then I got a shocker. "Maybe I'll have to show you sometime Deke, I know you're interested," he said wistfully. My name was Deacon I hated it, so people called me Deke. I told him that was his choice but I would never ask. "But would you look away," he asked me and I shook my head. "No, that would be disrespectful." Some months later his parents and I were sitting and chatting and sipping some beers when the boy came out onto the deck, clad in the usual shorts and a hooded sweatshirt. "I'm gonna go shoot some hoops with the crew," he said, the crew being a group of neighbor boys that he hung out with. I wondered once if they were all playing the typical show and tell games. There were a few hotties in the group. The 3 of us watched him walk away and down the steps to the back yard. I ogled his tight little ass which the shorts highlighted nicely. "You can tell he's not my son," Dustin said, looking toward me, "that kid is gifted." Dustin blew out a mouthful of air and his eyes opened wide in that universal sign that says, "seriously I'm not joking". His wife Hailey laughed and cuffed him playfully on the shoulder and said, "Oh stop it." Dustin then did a little chopping motion about 3inches up his forearm from his wrist for a more accurate description and got another slap and stop it from his wife. She turned to me and said, "it is true though." "Just sayin," Dustin said, "the kid is well endowed." I figured that Dustin had seen Brion unclothed on numerous occasions since the family did a lot of camping and RV-ing which meant communal showers or at best changing clothes together. How his mother knew, I had no idea. Probably the typical morning hard on or other innocuous encounters that families have. A few more months passed and Hailey texted me. We frequently traded jokes or stories about work or other sorts of thing. This one was a little different. "Brion is home on Spring break and said if you're not doing anything to go over and give him some company." That wasn't an unusual request, in fact it happened curing most of his breaks since my breaks coincided with his. I'd often picked him up and took him out to lunch or a flick or any number of other activities. "Okay," I texted back. "Just go ahead and go in Deke, he'll likely be on his X-box or something and wouldn't hear you or wouldn't want to break away." I chose to take my bike since the weather was nice and rightfully figured that Brion might like to take a short ride somewhere, a not unusual occurrence. I parked the bike in the large gravel lot that was their driveway and head up the steps and into the house. I headed down the hallway to the back of the house where Brion's bedroom and bath were located, not bothering to announce myself because it wasn't necessary. So, when I passed through the doorway there was the boy, on his back with his shorts down to his knees with his blanket covering his lower legs. Brion was pounding his cock with his right hand, which blocked a lot of the view, and had a magazine propped up on his chest with his other hand. It was only a 3 second shot because he caught me out of the corner of his eyes and quickly tossed the magazine to the floor and drug his blanket up over his body. "Fuck, mom didn't tell me you were coming." "Sorry about that but she didn't tell me you might be cumming either," I quipped. "Very funny," Brion retorted but he wasn't pissed. I walked over and flopped down next to him on his bed. "Don't let me stop you B. Were you close?" He nodded his head. "Well, go ahead, I'll wait." "You're gonna watch me jack off?" I nodded my head. "Sure, why not? You wouldn't be the first boy I've watched squeeze the weasel. You might even find that it raises your heat level, makes you even hotter." "That's fucking funny," he said, "You've watched other boys do it.?" I nodded my head and he wanted to know how that happened. I said it wasn't important but maybe I'd tell him after he was done cleaning his sperm up. The boy paused a second then said, "I'll do it if you do it with me." I gave him a raised eyebrow. "No big deal, I've done it with other boys. Come on, take your pants off." That said, Brion shoved his blankets down and reveal his raging hard cock and what a cock it was. I sported 7 plus inches and while his dick didn't dwarf mine, it was noticeably larger. Brion turned out to be 8½ inches, fat inches I might add. He had a nice nest of brown hair at the base of his rigid pole and his large balls hung fully between his thighs, seemingly devoid of hair. He took hold of his cock and stroked himself slowly, moving his foreskin back and forth over the swollen, red tinged head, his tumescence making it even larger that it normally would have been. "Jesus Christ," I said in appreciation. "Yeah, I know. I'm a hit in gym class now take your clothes off," he said as he brought his knees up and shoving his clothing down and off then lay back, fully naked in all of his teenage glory. I stood up and stripped naked, Brion watching intently as he slowly manipulated his boyhood pride and joy. "Nice one Deke," he said, but it's not hard. "Yeah, well, it takes a minute," I said as I flopped down alongside him. "I can help." With that, Brion leaned over, took hold of my dick, flopped it around a little bit then put his mouth over the end and began sucking me off. To say that I was shocked wouldn't cover it. Never have Brion made any overtures or hints about me specifically or boys in general. I'd always had the impression that girls were all that mattered. I know, some boys can hide it well but still. I gently rubbed his back as he suckled. It didn't take long for the boy to bring me all the way up and after that he rolled onto his side to face me. "I never done that before, how was it?" "Fucking great. Can I return the favor?" He said he hoped so and rolled all the way onto his back. I rolled toward the boy and spend a few seconds admiring his body. His long thick cock hung in the air above his well defined torso, moving gently with each beat of his tender little heart. The was magnificent, beautiful and eminently desirable. I reached over and took hold of hard warm cock and stroked him a few times, skinning his foreskin back and forth over the sensitive head before leaning down and taking him into my mouth. Brion flinched a bit then relaxed back onto his sheets and sighed heavily as I sucked his cock, something I'd thought about, even fantasized about for 3-4 years. As I suckled I picked up the slight taste of precum left over from his earlier ministrations, a slight bit of a urine taste as well as a slight hint of Axe body wash. My own cock throbbed as I worshipped him and I wondered ever so briefly where it all might lead. I certainly didn't envision it going anywhere near something regular, that is, seeing him again and engaging with him but who knew. I sucked on Brion for a good minute, longer than he had sucked me, fondling his heavy balls encased in their smooth silky sac. Brion moaned and groaned and sighed while I worshipped his favorite body part, wondering if I was the first to suck his glorious young cock. "You're gonna make me cum Deke," he finally groaned so I backed off, albeit reluctantly. I wanted to taste his sperm, knowing that it wouldn't have the almost sweet flavor of a boy new to the sperming world. I rolled back and propped myself on an elbow above him, looking down into his pools of his hazel colored eyes. "Do you want to cum or do some other things first," I asked him. He said cum. "By your own hand or mine?" "Yours," he said in a husky voice. I took hold of him then moved between his legs, which he spread open for me. His nuts hung almost to the bed sheet. I used my other hand to cup his large eggs then began to jack him off. I loved watching a boy jack off but didn't mind doing the task myself, knowing that most boys loved to just lay back and do nothing once in a while, letting someone else work their bodies into a sperm spraying event. I watched the various emotions play out on Brion's smooth face, seeing the ebb and flow of emotion that raced through his body, a virginal body I was sure. "I'm really close Deke," he groaned after a minute. Another 20 seconds stroked by. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, make me squirt," he groaned then cried out and thrust his tender little ass up off the bed. I'd kept his foreskin retracted, admiring the red tinged fat head, so none of his ejaculate was obstructed. The first jet was a thick stream of gooey boy goodness that that blasted forth, splitting into a pair of droplet letting streams that hit the kid right between the eyes and causing him to flinch. "Oh fuck Deke, oh fuck oh fuck," he groaned as 4 more jets of the stuff shot up and left white slashes on his chest and his belly. From that point there were 3 more small squirts then burps of cum until he stopped. I continued to stroke him, letting his foreskin get back into play, and milking him dry. The boy made quite a bit of juice. I let go then scooped up a bunch of his cum and took hold of my own cock. I stayed mostly on my cock head, squeezing it and twisting my hand around it while my other hand tugged on my balls. Brion opened his eyes and watched me while he idly ran his fingers through the mess on his torso. I was clear that I intended to shoot onto his body and he did nothing to stop me. A moment later I began spewing and while it wasn't the amount that Brion had produced, it had some distance and added to the mess on his chest and belly and finally on his cock and balls. He hadn't said a word during the event. "Wow," Brion finally said. "I haven't cum like that in a long time." I commented that he'd unloaded quite a bit of sperm and he just chuckled. I let myself fall forward, thrusting my hands out to keep off him and looked down into his half lidded eyes. "So, what brought all this on Brianni," I asked him in a soft voice. "Let me clean this mess up and I'll tell you." I moved from above him and he got up off the bed and went to his laundry basket, his very delicious butt swaying as he went, pulled out a shirt and began wiping the mess from his torso. "My friend McKenzie told me a few days ago that an uncle of his did him and he loved it." I knew Mac and was surprised that he'd had a same sex experience. The kid was a stone hottie and struck me as being totally into girls. "He's not gay but he said he wanted to try it, his uncle is pretty cool and that's it. He said they sucked and kissed and all kinds of stuff. Mac said it was hella fun and wouldn't mind doing it again but he's still massively into pussy. He said I should try it, that I might be happily surprised." He tossed the shirt into the basket and turned to me. "And," I asked, "are you pleasantly surprised?" The shit eating grin pretty much told the story but it soon disappeared as the boy melted into my arms. It had been awhile since I'd hugged on Brion, at least like I was then, a hug with meaning behind it. The warmth of his naked teenage body against mine sent a lovely thrill through me causing me to hug him a little tighter, which the boy reciprocated. I could feel his still half hard cock against me and as I was wondering where it might lead Brion said, "Mac's his uncle told him that if a guy doesn't have any beard or mustache that you couldn't really tell if it if you were kissing a guy or a girl. He said, lips is lips." "And," I said. "You don't have any hair on your face. Come to think of it you don't have much on your dick either." Reluctantly, I gently disengaged from him. "Yes, I do groom down there," I said, "because it pleases me as well as others I might be with. Are you suggesting that we kiss Brionni?" He nodded his head. "I never really done it before so I don't know how but I'd like to learn so when the time comes I get to kiss on a girl I'll know what I'm doing." "Fair enough," I said. I put a hand under his chin and tilted it up as I move my own face toward his. As I got closer Brion closed his eyes and I pecked him gently on the mouth, pulled back just barely and did it again, 3 more times, each time staying just a tad bit longer. Brion began to move his lips against mine and tilted his own head a little more. I back off on the pressure but kept my lips barely touching his and said, "How was that sweet boy?" He didn't pull his lips away as he said, "Nice." "More?" He mumbled a yes, our lips moving against each other as we kissed. I moved my lips fully against his then really began kissing, opening my mouth as did he. It turned into a long kiss and as I gently pushed my tongue into his mouth, Brion thrust his against mine. His arms went around me and held me tight and ground his waist against me, pressing his now fully hard cock into my own stiffening flesh. The boy was moaning softly as we made out and groaned even more as my hands slipped down and began to fondle his butt. God what an ass that kid had. Brion broke the kiss. "Fuck that was so hot Deke, let's go to my bed." He didn't wait for an answer but took my hand and moments later we were snuggled up facing each other. Brion's eyes roamed around my face a little bit. "You know what Deke, you're pretty hot. I think I've always kinda thought so but I guess I'm just realizing it." That said he pressed his mouth against mine and we went back at it, Brion taking full charge. The boy moaned loudly as he tongue fucked my mouth, pressed his rock hard groin into my hip. I pressed back against him, reveling in the feel of his stiff young flesh against me. Once again, my free hand ran down his back onto the mound of his boy butt. Brion finally broke the kiss and rolled away, gasping for much needed oxygen. He finally spoke. "Jesus that was fucking hot Deacon. I never would have though kissing a guy could be so hot. My dick is like steel," he said, grasping onto the rigid pole and stroking himself. "You like my butt don't you," he asked with a grin. "I love your butt sweet B," I said, using a term of endearment from his younger years. "I want to put my face in there and eat you." That caused a reflexive "eeeww" expression along with his asking the obvious question. "Because I love doing it and having it done and believe me, you would go crazy from the feelings." He didn't believe me, not that his disbelief was a surprise. "When did you shower last?" He said not even an hour before I got there. "Roll onto your belly," I commanded. He did so but I not before I saw the doubt in his doe brown eyes. Brion lay with his legs spread, offering up one of the best views in the universe. His dusky crack barely hid his most secret spot. The folds of the beginning of his sac ended with the eggs resting in a puddle of skin on the sheet. I kissed each cheek then peeled him open to reveal a mostly hairless puckered muscle. I leaned down and took a swiped with my tongue and Brion flinched, more in surprise than anything. Then I went to work. The effect was instantaneous. "Oh fuck Deke," the boy moaned almost immediately. I worshipped him thoroughly, working the muscle, licking down onto the sensitive folds of his balls. Brion began pushing back as if to force my tongue inside his virginal body. "Back up Bree," I said and moved so that he could raise his ass off the bed and he moved so that his ass was in the air and his face in his pillow. Obviously it opened him up admirably and allowed his heavy balls to go into full hang like fruit on a tree. I moved back in close and went back to work. The moaning, the groaning, the expletives came right away along with his putting one hand back there to pull his butt cheek open even further. I licked down onto the sensitive underside of his glorious balls and got even more moans. After a solid minute he stopped me. "I feel like I want something in my ass Deke," he said, looking back at me with eyes that were barely open. I asked if he had some lube and he said yes, reached up to the front of his bed and handed me a tube of lotion. "Not your dick though, it's too big." I said that I'd use a finger then had him roll onto his back and hold his legs out of the way. That too was a glorious sight, his heavy balls hanging almost to his asshole. I lubed up a finger then took hold of his cock again and began stroking him, sliding his foreskin back and forth over his fat swollen, red tinged cock head. I gently worked my finger into him then leaned down and took his stone hard cock into my mouth. I didn't really bob my head too much but mostly worked on the head as I slipped my finger all the way up his ass. I found his prostate right off the bat and began massaging it. "Oh shit fuck shit damn," Brion groaned loudly. "Oh my god Deke that feels fucking awesome. You're gonna make me cum really fast. While that hadn't been my intention it was still doable. I continued to finger fuck Brion while I sucked his cock and for his part the boy put his hands on the sides of my head and tried to move his hips at least a little bit, a natural reflex to breed, to push his hard young cock forward and hopefully into a tight warm hole. And then he practically screamed. "Aaaaiiiieeeeee," he bellowed out as his prostate harden against my finger and his asshole grip it just as his cock thickened against my lips. The force of his ejaculation almost choked me. "Oh god oh fuck oh fuck oh god," he cursed as he held my head firmly in his hands, thrust his ass up off the bed and fired a ton of sperm into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, not losing a drop as I kept up the assault on his asshole and his cock. Brion finally let his body fall back onto the bed, his arms splayed out to the sides, panting like a marathon runner. I continued to suck him but only for a moment before I backed off. I started to take my finger out of his ass but he stopped me. "No Deke, leave it in for a minute." I did as he asked and we both just stayed in place. My cock was throbbing hard but I chose not to do anything about it at the moment, wanting to see if Brion was going to want to engage in further exploration. He finally told me to go ahead and take my finger out, which I did, albeit, slowly. I got up and padded into the bathroom, washed my finger, then returned to the bedroom to find Brion still lying there. I flopped down next to him and didn't say a word. "I'm not gay Deke," he finally l said. "I really like girls a lot." "For what it's worth B, I don't think you are either. But I suppose you're re-affirming that because you've loved what we've done so far and that sort of scares you a little bit." He looked over at me. "How could you know that Deke?" "Because I've heard it a million times from boys. You see sweet B, teenage boys think that kind of stuff is reserved for gay guys when the reality is that it isn't at all. You'd be surprise at the number to totally straight guys that like anal penetration or even just ass play. Women too for that matter. That doesn't always mean they want a cock in their ass but sometimes it does. Has nothing to do with gay or straight, male or female. Teen age boys and even a lot of men are missing out on the pleasures that their bodies can provide because they think only fags do it. Wrong on all counts." I gave that a moment's rest then went on. "It doesn't mean that a person is bi-sexual either. They might be, but it isn't a given. It just feels good and often time, as you've found out, it doesn't really matter much who is doing the work, a boy or a girl" "That's all true but I'm still not going to start doing it with boys. I'll do it with you because you understand it and all." He lay there quietly, idly playing with his balls. "How come the inside of my asshole was so sensitive? Even the outside but the inside was like crazy feel good." I explained his prostate gland and asked if he'd never put a finger or anything else in his ass before and he said no but he might start trying more often. I gave him an atta-boy. I explained further that that area was rife with nerve ending so almost any play, inside or out, felt good. He was quiet a while longer then said "How about if I come stay at your house for a few days?" It wasn't an unusual request as Brion spent time at my house throughout the year, generally during his school breaks. And actually, we were about due for a visit. "Sure, I got no problem with that," I told him. CODY's MASS I was standing alongside my car on a quiet, less traveled country road at 9 on a quiet Sunday morning. I figured it was the fuel pump, again, and wondered why I was continuing to have problems with it and resigned myself to the fact that I'd probably have to buy a new one, not a rebuilt, even my own rebuilt. It was frustrating as fuck. The car was a '67 Dodge Dart, my first car at age 16. My dad and I had rebuilt it, cherried it out, and it had served me well through the years. Although I'd bought drove and sold 100 cars over the years, I'd kept the Dart because of the memories. A few years before I'd started turning it into a hot rod. I started with a 426 hemi mill that I'd rebuilt, bored and stroked, ported and polished, balanced and blueprinted. On top it sported dual quads on a ram air induction, and at the bottom a racing cam. I'd beefed it up to where it was turning out close to 790 hp. The stock pistol grip 4 speed delivered the horses to a Dana 3:73 posi rear end. Even with the headers corked it emitted a loud and very deep throated rumble when idling and a roar when it was punched. Either way it sounded much like a lion and said "you gotta be a fool to fuck with me." I'd gotten plenty of recognition at the local drag strips, local meaning within 200 miles of the town where I lived with 20 thousand other souls, and a few car shows. Cosmetically it sported an air grabber hood with blacked out scoop, the rest of the car newly sprayed with a stock 1967 competition orange. It had the swinger stripes in black wrapped around the tail, oversized tires on the back, all 4 tires mounted on Cragar s/s wheels. It looked great, it sounded great and it ran like a champ, 99% of the time. I'd owned and operated a mechanic's shop since discharging from my obligatory 4 year stint with uncle whiskers. There hadn't been a war going on at the time so I spent my time in the motor pool on a large army base and picked up extra coin from doing side jobs for people. I'd been around cars my entire life, coming from a family who had 2 generations of mechanics before me. Everybody was a mechanic, even half the women, which of course endeared me to the film "My Cousin Vinnie". Like many of the males in my family, I worked hard and played hard, developing an addiction to alcohol before I got out of the Army at age 22. Fortunately it hadn't caused a problem on active duty but the same can't be said about my civilian life. It cost me 2 wives, 4 kids I saw a few times a year, and a handful of girlfriends. I wasn't a mean drunk by any means, never got into any legal trouble, but I was a drunk and I was drunk a lot. I was currently 6 years sober and not in a relationship, or even dating for that matter. I discovered that I was doing just fine without a female in my life. Besides, I love boys. God, I loved boys. Teenage boys. Sadly I didn't have one in my life and hadn't for many years. Too difficult in a small town. From time to time I'd manage an on-line hook up with an adult through craigslist and travel to wherever. From time to time I was lucky enough to catch 18-22 year old guys, many of whom were looking for their first time experiences. At 43 years old, I passed for 30, I had all my dark blonde hair and all my teeth, was slender with a body that was quite pleasing to look at, the small firm ass and a 7 plus inches of cock both a highlight and a hit. So, there I was, standing on the thankfully wide shoulder of the old country road kicking myself in the ass for having forgotten to bring my cell phone with me, a not infrequent behavior. I would have to walk the half mile over to the McGinnis place and see if Bob or Marge could run me back into town where I could bring my tow truck out and cart the goddamned Dart back to my shop or at least use their phone and have my employee Harry bring the truck out. I hated like hell to leave it on the side of the road but didn't have much choice. I hit the power locks and was ready to start walking when a crunch sounded behind me. I turned to see a boy on a bike coming to a stop about 5 feet from me. I noticed a few things right off the bat. The bike was an expensive touring model; the boy was maybe 14 years old slender tall and quite cute; and the bulge in his black spandex riding gear created a somewhat large mass. "Having a bit of trouble sir," he asked in a voice that midway between young boy and matured teen, a very pleasing sound. "Yeah, mechanical problem and I don't have my cell phone with me." His smile was large and bright, his perfect lips framing equally perfect straight white teeth. "I can help you with that." The boy straddled his bike, his bulge resting on the cross bar or top-tube and reached up to retrieve his phone from its pocket at the right breast of his shirt. He unlocked it then handed it to me. "Thank you," I said as I took it. I called one of the guys who worked for me so see if he could bring the truck out and rescue me. While I dialed, listened to the phone ring and waited I noticed that the boy seemed to be eyeing my crotch while trying hard not to be obvious about it. That was okay by me because I was doing the same. Harry finally answered his phone. I explained the problem, Harry said he'd be there but it'd be a half hour at least. What could I do but accept and hung up, handing the phone back to the boy. "Stuck here for awhile huh," he said and got a head nod and a yeah from me. "I'll hang out and keep you company," he said. "I'm Cody by the way," he added sticking his hand out. "Cooper," I said, taking the offered hand, "Not necessary but thanks," I told him. My name was John Cooper but I'd been called Cooper since I was a preteen. The obvious nickname was Coop. "Hey, you might need a phone in case of an emergency. I mean, you could fall and cut yourself walking in the woods to take a piss. Then you could bleed to death and I'd feel guilty." The smile on his face told me he was playing around. "Speaking of piss, I gotta take one. Where should I go?" I directed him to the side of the road we were perched on, the ditch, or even the woods and brush some 10 feet from the shoulder. "Hell there's no traffic, you could piss in the middle of the road if you wanted," I said and the boy agreed. "Would you mind," he asked me and I shook my head and said not at all. That said he asked if I could hold his bike while he pissed, and I did. He actually went right to the middle of the road and shoved his clothing down far enough that half his ass was in the wind, a really nice ass I had to admit. "I like pissing outdoors," he said, half turned toward me. I couldn't really see much but knew about there where the head of his cock was and to me it seemed long. "Most boys do," I said then added, "seems like you been holding that for a while," and he nodded his head. It wasn't quite a river running between his feet but it was still a heavy stream. He finally finished and shook off then flipped his cock back inside the spandex then turned to come back to where I was standing, working at the bulge in his clothing. "Kinda cramped in there," he said by way of explanation. "I don't doubt it," I said with a grin. "And why do you say that," he asked, knowing full well what the answer was going to be, or at least what it should be. "Well, your riding gear doesn't exactly do anything toward obstructing your bodily charms now, does it?" Cody looked down and the mass and grinned. "I suppose not. Bodily charms," he said as if it was a term he'd never heard before. "Do you think they're charming," he asked provocatively. "I can't say since I can't see them but your riding gear does lend credence to the notion," I responded with a straight face. "Maybe I should show them to you then you could decide," he said coyly. "That certainly would dispel any doubt but that's entirely up to you." "But would you look?" "I would have to wouldn't I? I mean, if you went through the trouble of showing me then it would be very disrespectful of me not to look, wouldn't it." "I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours," he said, his voice now softer and seemingly deeper. The mass seemed to be moving and Cody seemed to be aware that I noticed it. "Are you proposing that we just hang it out right here in the wind?" "Well, we don't have anything else to do," he said, "but I suppose you're right. So, what kind of car is this." He asked, changing direction seamlessly. Looking it over he said, "It looks like a hot rod." "It is a hot rod," I said then went on to tell him about the car, leaving out a whole shit ton of things that he wouldn't understand anyway. "You have a shop on that dead end road just before the bridge over the river don't you?" I was a little surprised but nodded my head. "I've seen people working there and I think I've seen you there too. My family lives in that Victorian sort of place on the hill." I knew the house he was talking about, and it was a large old Victorian place and a nice one. I'd been inside frequently as a kid because a good friend of mine lived there. "Have you found the hidden door in the banister going up to the second floor," I asked him. Said banister was probably 2 feet wide and hollow inside. It didn't go anywhere but was fun to hide in none the less. Cody seemed quite surprise at the revelation and said that he didn't know about it so I explained where the trip button was to open the door at the top of the stairs. That led to a discussion about his family moving to town, from whence they came and why they came and all that "get to know you" shit. Much to my surprise I saw my car carrier coming down the road toward us and as it got closer I saw that it was Mick Driving and not Harry. Mick was the youngest of my employees, a 2 tour combat vet who was almost supernatural when it came to auto electronics. The red headed bull of a young man pulled up in front of the Dart and piled out. "Harry said you needed a pick up and I was free so I came out." Clearly he did. "Fuel pump again," he said, rather than asked and I nodded my head. Mick went about doing the things he needed to do and 10 minutes later the Dart was being drug up onto the now tilted truck bed and 10 minutes after that we were heading down the highway with Cody seated between us. We got the car unloaded and the truck parked then Mick climbed on his hog and roared off down the street, the exhaust rattling the windows of the few empty buildings left on the dead end street. Inside my shop I got my first look at the kid without his bike helmet. As stated he was tall and slender, extremely cute, made even cuter by his hair which was a tapered mass of curls. Kept tight on the sides, the top was much longer, allowing for his hair to form into his natural barrel curls, a seeming popular trend these days. His nose was somewhat broad without being fat, his eyes large and brown. At the other end, a set of very inviting lips and white teeth finished things off. As I would find out later, Cody was a spitting image of Marc Gomez, a teen Instagram star apparently. "You want to come upstairs for a soda or something," I asked Cody and got a bright smile and a head nod. I led him to the large service elevator along the wall that also held my office. "So, do you live here Cooper?" I nodded my head and explained that since I owned the building and had the space, it made sense. The building was a larger old shop and offices that had been built in the early years of the 20th century as an office building of sorts, went belly up in 1930, was gutted and turned into a machine shop. Some time in the mid 50's had been turned into a shop and offices for a large trucking company that moved out of the area at the end of the 1980's then sat empty for 15 years. It had a hell of a shop, 10k square feet, and complete with a 3 car racks and a pit for working underneath vehicles, and enough space to work on 10-15 vehicles at a time. The entire second floor had been used as a storage area, a large section of which I had remodeled into a sort of apartment after my second divorce some 7 years prior. "Yeah," I told him, "on the second floor. Would you like to see it?" Of course the answer to that was yes. I led him over to a service elevator, the kind with the wood slatted door that opens upward and was big enough to hold a dozen people and not be crowded. The elevator opened onto a hallway and wall. To the right was a bathroom and laundry room, just in case I needed to change out of dirty greasy grimy clothes. We turned left and 15 feet down was a large barn style wood plank door on an exposed railing. I slid it open and in we went. "Holy shit," Dallas blurted out." Indeed, holy shit. So, first off there weren't any real interior walls except for the half bath off the kitchen and the toilet area for the master bedroom; the space being, for all practical purposes, wide open. The wood plank floors, ceiling and open beams had all been sanded and polished to a high shine and the brick walls pressure washed. The living room, or social area, was situated to the left when you entered, close to an exterior wall and a row of arched floor to ceiling windows some 14 feet high. The pair of 9 foot sofa's, the 3 arm chairs and oversized coffee and end tables sill looked small in the otherwise open space. The kitchen and dining area was to the right and a little farther back, the wall of cabinets and appliances essentially free standing except for the fact that behind that wall was a half bathroom with a space of about 15 feet between it and another exterior wall. The dining table was an antique table that seated 12 that had been left behind. A good 20 feet past the two main areas was a raised flower bed that acted as a wall of sorts. Easily 20 feet long and 4 feet deep and 28 inches high, it was filled with tropical plants such as palms, dieffenbachia, huge dracaena, Bergenia, coleus, banana trees and more. At one end a monstrous Swedish ivy hung from the ceiling, it's thick mass of tendrils easily 15 feet long. At another spot about midway along the garden a gigantic Monstera Deliciosa hung in a deep round pot that was easily 6 feet across and was hung with large link chains because of its weight. Light was provided by a skylight directly above the plants, which was prompted the designer to suggest the garden. The purpose of the wall was to offer privacy from the sleeping area on the other side but plants weren't relegated just to the garden wall. Huge plants and trees were placed strategically throughout the entire living space. They, along with other things, helped absorb sound and thus negate the echo that would normally be present in such an open space. Among the other things were embassy flags, the 20 x 36 foot kind, that were hung from the ceiling and against walls in various places around the area. I'd gotten them from an army buddy who had access to such things. I had specifically chosen flags were essentially just wide stripes without any other designs such as Armenia, Madagascar, the Netherlands, Gabon, Germany and the like. Lastly were the 2 dozen leaded stained and glass windows. When I'd purchased the building, for a very good price I might add, I found a bunch of stained glass windows stacked against a wall in a room that would eventually become the toilet and bidet area my bathroom in. All were still in their original frames and had no cracks or broken glass or missing lead. Why they were left there was beyond me. In various sized and shapes, some of them were huge, easily 10 feet tall, the kind that might have come out of places of worship. Some of them were ecclesiastical in nature but others were floral or geometric designs, some with colored glass and others with clear glass. Some were complimentary sets, as might be found on each side of an entryway. One was a triple set that was obviously from a church, a large middle section with a Christ like figure in it and two smaller pieces, one for each side each with a robed women seeming to be obsequious to man in the middle. The tops of the frames were arched exactly like one would see in a place of worship. Some needed the entire frame replaced, some had the frames sanded and stained while others were cleaned up and left as is. I a few hung in front of windows, a few hung helter skelter throughout the huge open space and a few were mounted on stands like floor mirrors. I even had 4 that were similar in nature mounted on a stand that could be turned in place like the old comic book stands. The actual living space occupied about 3500 of the almost10 thousand square feet of the space. At the far end I'd created a half court with a single BBall hoop, in one corner were 4 restored pinball machines, a regulation pool table and other play things. I had a storeroom that held a bunch of folding chairs because I sponsored a weekly AA meeting as well. Overall, the space was pretty incredible and could easily have graced the pages of any of the "home" or architectural magazines. Frankly it would be hard to imagine it being owned and lived in by a greasy mechanic, but it was. The best part, or at least one of the best parts, was the fact that I bartered with professionals I knew to do the plumbing, electric, and a variety of other tasks. After the "holy shit" comment, Cody went on to extol the virtues of my abode, asked lots of question and basically just sort of wandered around stunned. He was thrilled to tears at my bedroom which, like the rest of the place, was pretty open. The tub and shower area were situated in front of more tall arched windows so offered plenty of light. "Wow," he finally said as he stood in one spot and just turned around in a slow circle. Back in the kitchen area I pulled out a couple of cold bottles of Bunderberg Ginger Beer which wasn't beer but just damned good ginger ale. "This is really good Cooper," he said after a long swallow. "So," he said with a bit of a grin, "now that we aren't in public is this the part where I show you mine and you show me yours." I didn't answer him but just raised an eyebrow in question. Cody didn't bat an eyelash. "Okay, a shy boy," said, setting his bottle on the counter, "I'll go first." That said, he hooked his thumbs in the waistbands of his lycra riding pants and his briefs and tugged them down to his knees then stood back up, lifting his shirt in the process. Before me was one of the most magnificent cocks I'd ever laid eyes on. Hanging off that almost skinny body was at least 8 thick inches of uncut adolescent flesh. Having been in the military, I'd seen hundreds of cocks, some of them very nice indeed, but Cody's was the epitome of a great cock, especially on a boy his age. The patch of black hair at the base had obviously been trimmed, most likely shaved smooth at one time. Below it hung a large sac of eggs in a completely smooth sac. "Your turn," the boy said. I chose not to bother with unbuckling and all that and just sh oved my clothing down and like Cody, pulled my shirt up out of the way. "Nice," he said with a smile. I wasn't a big as the boy but I wasn't a skinny dick either. I hit the 7¼ inch marker when I was 17 and while I hadn't measured it since then, I don't think it grew any more. Like Cody I was uncut and like Cody I sported a nice set of hangers that were shaves smooth, just as the patch of moss at the base of my cock. Even though it was rarely seen, I still kept things groomed. Cody's gorgeous cock was already on the rise, typical teenaged boy. "Well, I guess he's anxious to perform for you Cooper," the boy said as his hit the quarter boner stage. The sight of Cody's springing to life cause my own flesh to begin the process which didn't go unnoticed. He stepped closer to me, within striking distance, his cock sticking straight out from his slender body so it gently smacked against my cock which in the same position, but not for the same reason. I figured that Cody's cock was too heavy to get the head pointing upward very much. "Oh look, they like each other," he said, as if they were two dogs meeting for the first time. May I," he asked, moving his hand tentatively toward the side by side hunks of flesh. I nodded my head. Cody reached down and wrapped his hand around both cocks and stroked a couple of times before putting his other hand down and doing the same thing with it. The feelings were extraordinary to me. As I said, it had been awhile since I'd been held and years longer since a teenage boy held me. The warmth of his hands, the feel of his grip, the feel of his steel hard cock against mine, all made my heart beat faster. Cody's eyes stayed pretty much glued to where his hands were but eventually he looked up and into my eyes, his brown orbs already beginning to become lidded. "I've wanted to do this forever it seems like." So, despite his assertive behavior and I read him correctly, it would seem that Cody had no experience what so ever. And that was fine. "Do you want to just stand here or would you rather take it to bed," I asked him gently. "Bed," he responded in a soft voice. That said, I backed away from Cody and got out of my jeans and briefs then my shirts while Cody did the same. Leaving our clothing where it lay, I took his hand and led him around the garden wall to my sleeping area. Cody inhaled sharply in surprise when he saw the area. My king sized bed was in a massive wood frame on a 2 short step dais and the entire "bedroom" area was covered by 4 x 6 foot snow white lambskin rugs. My dresser drawers were incredibly unique. Imagine 8, separate and individual, fully encased dresser drawers. Mine were attached to floor to ceiling lengths of brass coated stud link chain, each link about the width of a man's closed fist, certainly not your normal small size. The chain links weren't welded but were stretched tight as a drum when they were installed so the entire assembly didn't move when a drawer was opened or closed. The chains were attached to the corners of each drawer which were spaced about 4 inches between them. There were 2 columns of 4 drawers and were placed back to back as opposed to side by side. Two other lines of chain hung to one side of the drawers had a pair of rods between them for hangers, one above the other. Off to one side was the sink and free standing cabinet, a mirror mounted with same type of chain as the drawers, beyond that was a huge 4 footed bathtub on a dais and the shower was in a corner with a common wall between it and the toilet room. On that wall were mounted a half dozen shower heads and above it hung a rainmaker shower head with 300 little outlets. There were no other walls, the shower was completely open, the tiled floor for it almost the size of my king sized bed. I led Cody up onto the dais and to the bed then climbed on, with him following. We lay on the top sheet facing each other, the rest of the blankets puddled at our feet. Our bodies were close enough that Cody could easily reach across and take back ahold of me. "Anything special on your bucket list Cody," I asked him. "A lot of things," he said as his face moved closer to mine. I let my eyes close at the last moment before our lips touched. Clearly, the boy had no experience in that arena either. But that was okay. "I guess I need practice," Cody said as he backed away slightly. "Next is cock sucking. Can you show me how?" "You bet I said," then went on to mime closing my lips over my teeth. I then slid down the bed for a close up confrontation with his amazing appendage. Christ the kid was big. I would learn later on that he'd been big even at 9 years old, significantly large at 12, pushing 6 ½ inches and bald as a newborn baby's ass. I took him in my hand causing him to inhale sharply, guessing that I might be the first to explore him. I stroked him a few times, ogled the heavy set of balls that hung from his body and almost rested on the bed sheet. I lowered my head, opened wide, then closed down on him. I could taste his precum, the viscous liquid right at the edge of moving from the sweet taste of young sperm to the more bleachy tasting juice of a mature boy. "Oh fuck Cooper," the boy groaned as I bobbed my head in his lap, stroking his thick cock and using my tongue for added stimulation. I didn't stay there long because Cody stopped me. "I gotta try it Cooper," he said, "I gotta suck your cock." I let go and rolled away, much like a contestant on one of those cooking shows. Cody moved down my body and pretty much followed what I had done to him, looking me over, holding my cock and stroking it a bit before covering his lips, which was done with a certain degree of theatricality albeit probably not intentional. Cody dropped his head, closed his mouth and began his first ever blow job. I was thrilled to be the recipient. He worked it for about a minute before he took too much and choked, quickly backing off and coughing heavily. I simply watched on, not much I could do, admiring his body. Cody's slender torso was well defined, probably from riding as well as other activities. All of the creases and crevices were very well defined, his muscles firm but not bulky, if that makes any sense. And then there were his boyhood charm. He was destined to be a very welcome partner, be them male or female and I was honored to be his first, if I read all of that correctly. Since he was laying perpendicular to me, I let my hand trail up and down his back and of course, onto the glorious orbs of his butt. The mounds rose up from the small of his back into very tempting hillocks of flesh, which I kneaded, as long as I was there. The feeling rippling through my body were exquisite and for a brief moment I wondered if the kid was going to want to make this a regular thing. I sure as fuck hoped so. "My mouth gets sore Cooper," he said as he backed away then moved back up alongside me. "You'll need more practice," I said. He reached over and took hold of my cock, his eyes looking into mine. "Are you willing to tutor me," he asked coyly. "If you'll have me, I'd love to tutor you." "Well, let's move on to kissing, shall we?" I saw no problem with that and moved toward him, Cody meeting me half way and turning his head at the last moment. Our lips touch and I moved mine gently against his, reveling in the soft warmness of them. Cody responded accordingly and in moments we were kissing heavily. "I gotta cum," he finally said, backing away from me, "can we jack off? I like jacking off." I certainly didn't have any issue with that and told him so. We both started the motion, each taking hold of our respective cocks and began sliding our foreskins back and forth over our hardened cocks. It was a pretty straight forward session. Cody said he'd never jacked off with another boy, or man obviously, and that it was cool doing it and watching someone else. "I think I'm gonna cum pretty fast Cooper," he groaned. Like most guys, in my experience I mean, Cody alternated between clasping his inner thigh alongside his balls, then cupping and feeling on the large eggs and just generally rubbing his belly, his fingers running back and forth in his pubic hair. "Fuck, this is so cool," Cody panted then rolled his eyes as, presumably, a rush of feelings shot through his adolescent body. I assumed he meant the act of squeezing the weasel with another person. I was surprised that the kid lasted as long as he did, moving on toward 5 minutes. Regardless of time he finally panted, "I'm gonna cum." Like most males that I was aware of, Cody looked down at his cock to watch the show. He was tugging pretty hard on his balls then quickly kept his foreskin retracted, groaned loudly, and shot. "Oohhh fuck," he groaned and tossed his head back which was probably a good idea in retrospect. His first jet of hot boy sperm hit just under his chin and that only because his head was tilted back and exposing it. the cool thing was that it hung there in the air for a good second before it fell and of course a second squirt of the stuff was already air born and sort of collided with the previous glob which was falling toward Cody's chest. "I'm there," I cried out and began firing off squirts of juice. I hadn't jacked off for at least 5 days so was a little bit backed up. Still, I didn't ejaculate as much as Cody did. The boy offered up 3 more good jets of the stuff before moving into the burping and then oozing stage. My own orgasm finally waned and then, like Cody, I just lay back panting. Neither of us said a word for at least a minute. "Wow," Cody finally sighed then looked over at me. "That was a great cum shot Cooper." "Not as great as yours." He shrugged his shoulders. "It's pretty much always like that." "So," I said, "hung AND a shooter. Can't beat that." "Was I a good cock sucker too?" I nodded my head. "I think I need more practice," he responded with a sly grin. "Practice makes perfect," I said. "I want to be perfect. Will you help me be perfect then?" I nodded my head. "Well. Let's take a shower and have lesson 2."