Date: Sun, 28 Jun 2020 05:03:08 +0000 (UTC) From: tague michaels Subject: Hunglings 2 Two more vignettes. A recent visit to TOR provided some great material for these two little episodes. Years ago in the boy magazines where was a black kid who looked to be maybe 15 who sported a hose between his legs. On my recent visit to TOR I found a collection of black boy video and images. The second vignette is about one boy, maybe 14 years old with a gigantic cock. I am considering a chapter with second encounters with boys in both chapters of this story. Let me know what you think and which boys you'd like to see more of. Otherwise, N-joi my fantasy. Hugs, Tag_m ~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kaz I closed the deal on a house out in the burbs, a great accomplishment I thought for a young man just turned 23. Of course I had some help in that endeavor and while some might think it was bittersweet help, I didn't feel that way at all. I never really felt that I was handicapped even though I got a blue windshield tag within a week of getting my driver's license at 16. I'd gotten hit by a drunk driver when I was 11 years old which resulted in my left foot being crushed and subsequently amputated just above the ankle. The woman who had hit me had 3 prior drunk driving charges and was the much younger wife of a very powerful and very wealthy US senator. Between their insurance and a cash settlement from the senator, when I became a teenager I had half a million dollars in a trust fund and medical coverage on any accident related issues until I was 21 years old or graduated from college, whichever was latter. I also fucked the senators wife when I was 15 but that's another story. By the time I graduated high school the fund was worth 700K. While the loss of my foot hampered my little league baseball career it didn't prevent me from becoming an Eagle scout, a state wrestling champion and a state diving champion through 4 years of high school. In fact, what people thought of as a disability was mostly just an inconvenience to me and that not a very big one. Both of my parents were very supportive but also very encouraging. I was instilled with the believe that I could still do almost anything I wanted and was only limited by my imagination. "This may be unfortunate Scylen, but it doesn't have to be if you don't allow it to be," my mother said. "Sky," my dad said using my obvious nickname, "the world is still your brass ring, all you gotta do is have the guts and gumption to grab it." The accident definitely didn't hamper my sex life either, not that it was a real big thing at 11 years old but it sure got to be a big thing, literally and figuratively, when I hit puberty. Like many boys I engaged in show and tell with a few of my friends and by 12 years old I was the largest of my group of boys although most of them caught up with me by 11th grade. By that age we were all pretty decent cock suckers but it would be another year before we started fucking each other. By 14 the bulge in my singlet or Speedo garnered attention and invitations from boys on my team as well as boys on other teams. Seven and a quarter inches of uncut boy cock also garnered a great deal of respect but then so did my looks and the fact that I excelled at sports despite my physical impairment. A very cute blonde boy with hazel green eyes, a well-developed body and the hottest ass in the school earned me glances and overtures from girls and boys as well as teachers. Among my circle of friends mine was the cock they wanted in their assholes and I was more than willing to meet their needs. I got fucked by plenty of boys as well so it wasn't a one sided things at all. I fucked my first girl when I was 14, the 11 year old sister of a guy on my swim team. It was fun and all but I still preferred the company of boys and would my entire life even though I would eventually marry and raise 3 sons of my own. I did have the obligatory girlfriend in high school but fortunately she was one of those girls that loved watching boys do stuff together and since I wasn't all that into girls, I didn't mind watching my friends fuck her when we did 3-ways, or 4 ways. I graduated from high school at the top of my class and graduated with honors from a top university. A word from the Senator got me an interview with a small but prestigious company designing and testing soft and hardware. The interview took place just after Thanksgiving before I graduated college in January. I landed the 120K a year job easily but it necessitated a welcomed move to a warmer state and thus the purchase my first home. I rented an apartment for 4 months while I looked for a house and, as stated, found one in the suburbs. The area was one of the older bedroom communities adjacent to the city and not one of the two newer and more upscale additions on the South and East sides. Despite it's being on almost an acre of land and having a large swimming pool out back, the house had languished on the market for 10 months and the price lowered twice. It seemed that people were a little squeamish about living in a house where a murder/suicide had taken place. I didn't give a shit about that. It's not like there were blood splatters left or anything and the fact was that the entire interior had been re-painted and carpeted. It was a single story 1950's era ranch style home laid out in a quasi "Z" design with a 2 car attached garage on one end facing the front of the property and the Master bedroom on the other end facing toward the back. It had 3 more bedrooms, 2½ baths, living and family rooms, large kitchen with a full dining room. On the back side of the garage was a chain link dog kennel and dog run. It was definitely more house than I needed but the price was amazing. The large swimming pool, old established landscaping and the fact that the huge property was fully walled and gated were big selling points to me. Although it had a security system I would be installing my own which would be highly sophisticated. The pool had been installed in the early 80's and the house had been remodeled just after 9/11 so there was little that needed to be done to it. Except the yard and gardens. The front lawn was knee high and the gardens overrun and there was a great deal of both. I had a decision to make the biggest of which was: do all yard maintenance myself or hire it out. I could do it myself, that wasn't a problem, but did I want to? I could also easily afford to have it done and it would free up my time, not that my time needed freeing up. That was where the story started. I had purchased a new Kia Sorento upon graduation from college because I'd already gotten the job and would have to move my shit which included a shit ton of electronics. I could have easily afforded an Escalade but that wasn't my style besides the Kia was much less expensive, had all the bells and whistles along with the best fucking warranty in the business. Among other things I was money conscious despite having a bunch of it. So there I was, one fine Thursday morning, the SUV parked on the concrete pad that perched in front of the garage front of the house and I had just finished unloading it. As I came out of the house there was a teenage boy coming around the front of the car. His eyes went immediately to the prosthetic I was wearing but he quickly recovered. As the distance between us narrowed I took him in. Somewhere between 13 and 16, he was a slender boy a little shorter than my 5"10'. His face was smooth as silk, his large eyes brown and his equally brown hair worn full and while not real long, the fullness and slight wave made it seem so. As it was it covered the top half of his small ears, and grazed the neck of his t-shirt shirt and the bangs would have been beyond his thick brows when wet,. He was cute as hell and definitely a boy I would love to bed. That feeling got stronger when I noticed the definite bobble in the sport shorts he was wearing and it wasn't right in front where one might expect it but considerably lower. "Can I help you," I asked him. The boys' grin showed off perfectly straight and brilliant white teeth. Did I mention that he also had perfectly shaped lips that begged to be kissed on. "My name is Jakob Kazinski," he said extending a hand, "but everybody calls me Kaz and I live a few blocks over," he added, pointing to his left. His voice was soft, not high but not yet in the deeper registers that he would eventually have. "I do a lot of lawn work in our neighborhood and was wondering if I could include you on my customer list. "I've done this yard a few times since," he paused, "the accident but the family quit using my services after the first of the year. Obviously." "Nice to meet you Kaz," I responded, "Scylen Bennett, friends call me Sky. As you can see I'm just starting the move in process. I'm supposed to be having furniture delivered right after lunch, the pool guys are supposed to be here any moment." As if on cue a medium sized cargo truck came through the open gate and rumbled to a stop in front of the garage. They approached, introductions were made and having serviced the pool before knew where everything was and headed around the end of the house to where the pool was. My attention returned to Kaz. Well, I suppose it would be easier to have you do the lawn work," I told him. "So let's talk details." As we talked I kept having the distinct feeling that I'd seen the kid somewhere but I couldn't bring the information to the forefront of my brain. The boy was familiar to me in a way that was more than simply having seen him in passing but I didn't have time to dwell on it. We agreed on Kaz taking on the task of being responsible for all of my yard and garden work which, after the initial job of getting it in shape, he'd go on a maintenance schedule of every 2 week. Kaz thought that was great. It turned out that I had zero tools so he agreed to accompany me on a shopping spree to the major garden stores. 2 hours later I had everything I, or in this Kaz, would need for any outside work. Besides the usual shovels, rakes clippers and the like I bought a Husqvarna TS 348XD riding mower with a 3 bagger lawn catcher and towable lawn cart. I also snagged a lawn trimmer with multiple attachments. As I said, I had almost an acre of land and along with lawn and gardens were some massive old oak and other trees. I also picked up a Weber gas grill because I did like to grill. The stores elected to deliver everything that afternoon by 4. Shopping took us to lunch so I asked about a good place to eat and Kaz suggested a place called Diverse City "They're very diverse Sky. They make great sandwiches and subs, pizza, burgers, hot dogs and hand cut fries and tater tots which came plain or with additives. They have a huge list of shakes malts and sodas as well as beer and everything they make is delicious." It was located in a warehouse type building with tables and seating for a couple hundred at least. The big three food types each had their own order counter which meant burgers and dogs at one, pizza at another and subs and sandwiches at still another. There was a separate beer counter as well. I was given a ticket, told to punch the 3 digit number into the device at my table and the food would be brought out to us. We hauled our drinks off, found a table and punched our number it. "What it does is match up our seat location our order number on an electronic board and they find us that way." Kaz explained. At that point we made idle chatter. I discovered the boy was 14, an only child living with his mother, Dad a KIA in the sandbox. Mom worked at the county courthouse as a department supervisor, Kaz was going into 9th grade, got good grades was on the school swim team, didn't have a girlfriend then added with a grin, "or a boyfriend." I told him about my growing up, the accident, my sports history, college, work and the fact that I didn't have any romantic interest in my life and with my own grin added, "girl or boy." All the while we talked I continued to have the feeling that I'd seen the kid somewhere somehow but didn't mention it to him. I knew I'd figure it out eventually, or not. Our food was brought out and we began to nosh, continuing to chat. "Not having foot doesn't seem to slow you down at all Sky," he observed and I agreed that it didn't really and that other than the first 6 months to a year after the accident I never really considered myself to be handicapped. "Didn't stop me from getting the window tag and soon the license plate. No reason not to take advantage of better parking." To be honest though, I didn't use the handicapped card all the often, choosing instead to walk the little extra bit. My cell phone interrupted us and it was the furniture company letting me know they were 10 minutes out so we finished up and headed back home. "How about if you start working for me Kaz," I said, "at least until I can get settled in." He said that would be great then asked about the money. "How does 15 bucks an hour sound?" The smile on his face said it all but he said yes. At my home I asked him to put the tools in the garage then join me in the house while I went to direct the delivery guys who showed up right on my tail. Kaz showed up about 10 minutes into it and helped me get my equipment set up. "This is a lot of computer stuff Sky," Kaz said as we unpacked stuff and started setting it up on my work benches. Indeed it was. I had 3 desktops, a half dozen monitors none of which was under 30 inches, and a couple of laptops. My pride and Joy was a Cray which set me back 25k. I had enough computer power in that room to run a small city and of course the best software available and my own security system which I won't elaborate on but which I determined to be un-hackable. There was a variety of other electronics that I used in my business but I won't delve into that. "Jeez, I bet porn would look great on that big screen," the boy said with a grin while nodding at my 65" curved screen. I let my mouth spread into my own grin and said, "No comment." My cell phone rang and I answered it to the announcement that my lawnmower and weed whacker would be delivered in 5 minutes so off we went to the front of the house. By the time that was done it was getting on to dinner time and Kaz had to get home but said he'd be back in the morning and I set the alarm and went back to my apartment completing my move the following day with help from Kaz. The following week Kaz spend at least half of each day at my house and I was there most of the time. My job allowed me to work from home better than 70% of the time, a situation that worked well for me and that I appreciated. By the end of the week my yard and garden's looked amazing, my house was completely set up and functioning beautifully. Kaz helped me get my security cameras and other little goodies set up and then tested. Everything worked perfectly. We got to know each other much better throughout the week. I discovered that Kaz was 14, making 15 on New Year's Day which surprised me because he looked closer to 13, despite his height. He was surprised at my age as well in that I looked younger and wondered aloud how a guy my age could afford the things that I had. I had not mentioned my financial situation when I explained my accident but decided to tell him about it right then. Kaz became more demonstrative in that, he initiated physical contact but in the way that boys normally do, horse play and gentle pops on the shoulder. The first time I draped my arm across his shoulders he melted right into me and after that he did the same to me from time to time. The subject of girls came up toward the end of that week and of course and that led to a discussion of sex. He'd never had a girlfriend and thus was a virgin. The topic of masturbation came up and Kaz shared freely about the frequency of his self-abuse stating that it was less then when he first started at age 11. "Yeah well, daily excursions was quite common in a boys' early sperming stages and multiple times in a day weren't uncommon," I told him. He asked how often I did it and I said it depended but at the moment, because I was so busy, it had been almost a week. "Oh man Sky, I bet that would be a mess," he said. "I've gone like, 3 days and when I did it my cum went everywhere." I admitted that was the case for me as well. After dinner that night I got to thinking about what Kaz had said and the vision of the boy naked and hard and beating his meat came to mind. I decided to jump on TOR and go to the BV4 website. I was feeling a little horny and the website would provide some great visual stimulus for a jack off session. I opened the tab on adolescents in the video section and scanned the list. It had been well over a 6 weeks since my last visit so there was plenty of new material. The heading "new from KidPole", and dated the day before, caught my eye so I clicked on it and got the shock of my life. That's where I knew Kaz from; I'd seen a few previous posts by him. The preview images showed the boy standing naked in front of a mirror in a bathroom, his long cock hanging softly between his legs looked out of place on his narrow body. If he was less than 9 inches I'd have been surprised. Another image showed him standing sideways to the mirror, his hard cock sticking straight out in front of him. I quickly downloaded the zip file then noticed his password: skylvr. My heart did flip flops. Once the file was downloaded I opened it up. There were 6 videos and a couple dozen images. The images were a variety of dressed and undressed, soft and hard cock. The kid was amazingly hung. I checked out the videos, some of him stripping then wagging his cock like boys tend to do. Simple stroking and squeezing and feeling his balls. The longest clip was 7 minutes and started with him fully clothed and stating "This is for you Sky." He stripped down, worked his cock into a hardened state, bent over and sucked himself, stroked his cock with both hands, stroked it with one hand while he fondled and tugged on his large balls. Turned and spread his cheeks, offering his hole to me and then fingering it a little bit saying he wished it was my cock poking him. He talked quite a bit throughout the flick, saying how much he wanted me, how much he wanted to be naked and hard with me, to suck each other's cocks and for me to fuck him. When he finally came it was an explosion of sperm that shot out in big globs and splattered the mirror he was standing in front of. He ended it by blowing a kiss to the camera and saying he loved me. I watched it a couple of times, working my own cock into a rigid state then firing my own sperm up onto my chest, neck, chin and belly in an orgasm that left me shaking. As I came down, I started to wonder how to deal with it, with him. I was more than willing to go down that path with the boy. It turned out to be a case of Occam's Razor and happened the next day. Despite the water being clean and warm, I had not used the swimming pool since moving in due to it needing a part replaced, which had happened the day before. Besides being busy with me Kaz had a fairly large customer base that took up a lot of time. When he showed up the next day he had a big grin on his face and when I asked why he said, "I have a free day for a change. My two clients for today cancelled." "That's great Kaz," I said. He went about his work and finished just in time for lunch. I tossed some hot dogs on the grill, hauled out some Tim's chips and soda and we ate on a shady part of the patio. As always, Kaz was relaxed and bantered lightly. The temperature was pushing 85 degrees. Kaz had taken his shirt off, not an uncommon occurrence, and gently fanned himself. The kid had a really nice body. He wasn't real buffed or anything but all of the muscles were well defined by the required creases and crevice's. His belly was totally flat and sloped gently down into the classic V which disappeared inside the waistband of his underwear of which an inch or so was exposed above the waistband of his sport shorts. "I think a dip in the pool is in order Kaz, what do you say?" "I thought it was broken," he responded and I said it was fixed. "Well shit, I don't have a swim suit with me. I suppose I could go home and get one." "Don't need a suit," I said back. He gave me a raised eyebrow look. "What? It's just us boys and nobody can see us. Besides, I got nothing to hide." I stood up and peeled my shirt off then quickly shucked my own shorts and underwear and stood for just a brief moment while he all but stared at my crotch. I kept myself shaved and while not as large as Kaz, I still sported a respectable 7½ thick inches of capped cock. I ambled to the edge of the pool then turned to look at the boy. "Don't tell me you're going to be shy," I paused a second then added, "kidpole" then dove into the pool. I wear a microprocessor prosthetic that is completely water proof so it can go in the water. As I surfaced in the middle of the pool I heard the splash of Kaz hitting the water and a moment later he popped up a few feet from me. "Fuck, now I'm embarrassed," he said sheepishly. "Why? The fact that I was in the BV forum should tell you I'm okay with it." I paddled the few feet between us and reached under the water to take hold of the python floating there. "What do you say about skipping the swim and going straight to my bed and give this thing some exercise?" Kaz simply nodded his head. Since we didn't have towels we just brushed off as much of the water as we could. As we walked to the house Kaz asked about my prosthetic being in the water so I explained it to him along with the fact that I had a couple of prosthetic feet and ankles. In my bathroom I handed him a towel and we both dried off before going to my bed and climbing in. "So, yes I've seen your videos, both the new ones and some older ones. What do you want to achieve here, with me," I asked him. "Everything Sky. I've never done anything with anybody, even jacked off with another boy but I know I'm a gay boy so I want to learn anything and everything you can teach me. I know it's only been a week but I think you're fucking amazing, I think I love you even though that sounds crazy as shit so I just want to be your student, if you don't mind. We were lying on our sides, close in and facing each other. I reached out and put my hand behind his head and gently pulled our faces together. "I have plenty experience and would love for you to be my apprentice," I whispered just before our lips touched. The boy was tentative at first although he did respond. I kept the kisses short, a series of little pecks during which his enthusiasm, or perhaps confidence, allowed him to become more responsive. It didn't take long before his enthusiasm really kicked and once that happened I stayed in place and gently pressed my tongue into his mouth. Kaz accepted it readily and shoved his own tongue forward to engage with mine. All the while our free hands were rubbing each other's back, or neck or some other thing. I finally reached between us and grasped onto his cock and squeezed up and down the now rigid shaft causing the boy to inhale sharply. Kaz was the one who finally broke away and was all but gasping for air. I gently pushed him onto his back and moved down the bed and came face to face with his cock. Jesus the kid was huge, the shaft stretching past his outie belly button. His foreskin was half covering the head and both were inflamed red. His balls hung low, heavy in their silky bag. "God what a beautiful cock you had Kaz," I said in a hoarse whisper. I held it up off his belly and place my mouth over and began to worship him. I was a fairly talented cock sucker but could barely manage a third of the boy, that owing partially to the thickness of him as well as the length. I stroked him as I suckled, uncovering the swollen head in order to focus just his sensitive glans. Kaz put his hands alongside my head and gently held it as he tried to move his hips a little bit in order to get some fucking action going. It didn't take long before he tapped out. "You're gonna make me cum Sky," Kaz said in a voice deepened with lust. "I want to suck on your cock too. After I explore it a little bit I mean." I left his crotch, although his cock followed me a little bit, and moved above him, lowered my head and went back to kissing him. Kaz threw his arms around my neck and kissed me with an equal amount of enthusiasm. Once I broke the kiss, I tossed a leg over his waist and, straddling his chest, moved toward his head, my raging hard on leading the way, bobbing and weaving like a boxer. Kaz took me in both hands, holding my cock like a little kid with a full glass of milk, which is kind of an apt analogy. He raised his head and let his eyes roam all over the end of it, sliding my foreskin back and forth over the swollen precum seeping head. After a moment his tongue snaked out and he took a lick, cleaning the sensitive glans. After some cursory cleaning he opened wide and took me it. Looking down on that sweet smooth face with my cock sticking out of it was incredible. I gently moved my hips in order to help the boy and I could hear him mew in response. Kaz moved one hand to cup my balls and fondle them as he suckled and I let my fingers ruffle through his hair. I reached behind with my other hand, found his cock and began to stroke it which seemed to spur on his sucking my cock. Kaz finally stopped but as soon as he took my cock from his mouth he rubbed it gently against his face, licked it a little then rubbed it against his face some more. All the while he was moaning very softly to himself. "Oh man Sky I need to cum really bad." "How about if I jack you off then," I suggested and got a vigorous head nod. I moved lower and straddled his things then took back ahold of him and began the process. I watched his face as I stroked him, watched the escalating emotion play out on his smooth skin. I worked his foreskin back and forth over the swollen head which earned me gasps of pleasure as intense feelings shot through his body. "Oh fuck Sky I'm close," Kaz panted, "really close. I had both hands on his cock and squeezed him a little tighter, especially at the top. It only took a moment before he cried out. I felt his cock thicken and fortunately I was on a down stroke of his foreskin was retracted. The explosion was miraculous. A long thick stream of sperm shot up and blasted his forehead and bangs, the end of it draping down across his face. It was followed by 2 more jets of equal volume and distance then 1 that was mostly just a burp of goo but still a copious amount. Then 2 more shots went to his chest and from there it was burps and spits of the stuff. I went back to moving his foreskin back and forth over the head until he giggled and had me stop. I let go, scooped up a wad of cum and began working my own cock, massaging my sensitive cock head which brought on my own sperming quite rapidly. "Here you go baby," I whispered and then shot. My cum shot hit his chest, the second splattered his still throbbing cock and his heavy balls. From there it was dribbling. I finally let go after a minute and just panted while Kaz gently fondled his balls and poked at his cock. "Wow," he finally said, "that was pretty amazing. I think I need a shower." I agreed. "Let's take one together and I'll teach you some more fun stuff," I said to him. That got me another huge grin. A Random Encounter I live in what some consider to be the country but not like forested country or places where you can find 10 to 100 acre farms, horse or cattle ranches and the like. However, most of the homes aren't window to window close either but are typically on ¼ to ½ acre plots of land. There are some farms in the 2-5 acre range and many have a horse or 3, some cattle or in some cases, Emu. Yeah, I know, right. Most of the properties have nice big fur, cedar, or maple trees scattered about. Mine has 9 such trees that, when cut, might fill up 3 or 4 logging trucks with logs. I have 3 cedar trees, one of which would take 3 people with arms stretched to encircle it. Most of the homes are at least 40 years old, many older, and as people moved out of the cities, more and more new homes were being built. In the last 5 years of the 20 years I'd lived there at least 3 dozen homes had built in the 3 by 2 mile area that I called home. Within 2 miles of my house and property is a middle school and 2 elementary schools and a couple of small city parks. Within 3 miles, a large nationally known grocery store, 3 Mexican restaurants, 3 teriyaki joints, a post office, laundromat, permanently manned fire station, that sort of thing. 5 miles away a Home Depot, Lowe's Costco, Walmart, Gyms and all the rest of small businesses that go along with that. You get the picture. About 6 blocks from my house is a nature preserve. It's about 5 acres in size, fully wooded, with blacktopped walking paths throughout, the requisite small wooden pedestrian bridges over stream beds that are dry most of the year, lots of big old ferns, salmon berry bushes and just general woods. On any given walk one would see a shit ton of squirrels, wild rabbits, opossum and sometimes racoons. It was a nice idyllic wilderness of sorts surrounded by humanity. A lot of people walked their dogs there. In the entire area of some 18-25 square miles where I lived there were few sidewalks and the streets didn't have much shoulder area so the preserve was a safe place to walk pets as well as just plain old walking for exercise. The place was rarely packed so there was a certain degree of privacy as well. There is a small building at the entrance to the preserve which has a storage area as well as small restroom for men and women. Outside are 3 old picnic tables but fires are grills are not allowed. Farther into the preserve and near the back is another small building with just a pair of bathrooms. I often walk in the park both for exercise and solitude. I enjoy the quiet, the smell of the forest and all the other greenery that goes along with that. In hot weather it's cooling but when it's raining or it has snowed it's especially pleasant and free of people but of course on does need to wear appropriate clothing. On that particular day it had been raining off and on and as far as I could tell, I was the only person in the preserve. So it was that I was out walking and decided to step into the smaller restroom at the back of the preserve and as I approached the building a boy came from another trail, headed to the same place. He was a black kid, which was a little surprising as I hadn't seen that many ethnic minority people in the area. He looked to be maybe 14, possible 15, had a somewhat wild mop of hair but was quite a cute boy, his face a nice rich brown color and completely hairless and blemish free. As we turned into the restroom it started to rain "Just in time," he said in a genial voice as we moved to the door, a pleasant smile of his face. "So it would seem," I said with an appropriate smile. The door to the small toilet area had an out of order sign on it so the small 2 person stainless steel trough was the only option. "Do you mind if we share," he said. I noticed his voice was still slightly high which also lent itself to the notion that the boy was closer to 14 than 15. "I don't mind if you don't," I replied pleasantly. Indeed I did not. I was highly attracted to teenage boys and this one was smack in the middle of my age range preference. Color wasn't even remotely an issue. We sidled up to the trough and went the through the motions, our arms actually gently touching each other to the lack of space. The boy didn't hesitate but shoved his pants and underwear down and of course I looked. "Jesus Christ," I said, "I don't mean to stare but..." He looked at me, his face turned slight upward due to his height. "It's okay," I'm used to it." The kid had, by far, the biggest cock I'd ever seen on a young teen and believe me, I'd seen plenty. Hell, it was bigger than 95% of adults I'd ever seen both in real life or in media. The kid was easily a darker version of John "the wad" Holmes. The thing was as long as my forearm, no kidding, and as thick as my wrist. The pink head was as big as a baby's closed fist. The boy let it drape over his opened hand and I swear if he closed his fist around his thumb and fingers would barely touch each other. "You got a pretty nice stinger too," he said with a grin, "for a white guy." Yeah, I was above average but nothing even close to what the boy was packing. "You can touch it if you want to," he said, "as long as I can touch yours." My answer was to turn toward him, reach down and grasp onto the thick brown sausage and gently massage it. I then noticed the vein that ran the length of his monster and thought about how fast he'd bleed out if the thing were cut. The took hold of my cock as well and we both went through the motions of stroking each other into full on tumescence. We quietly worked each other as the rain began to come down harder outside, a fact that pretty much dictated that we wouldn't be bothered by any strangers coming through the door. "I wouldn't mind sucking your cock," the boy said, looking up at me. "You don't have to suck mine but it wouldn't bother me if you did." "Go ahead," I told him, "I'll catch you on the rebound." The boy dropped to a knee, pulled my cock down then placed his mouth over it, the thick pink lips a nice contrast to my otherwise totally white shaft. The kid bobbed his head to and fro and it was clear to me that sucking cock was something he had plenty of experience at. He stroked me as he suckled and his free hand went below to cup my balls and fondled them while his lips and tongue did a very good job on me. He finally stopped after a solid 3 minutes of working me and as soon as he stood up, I went down. Face to face with his cock was almost a spiritual experience. I cupped my hand underneath it about half way down the thick tube of flesh. He was clipped so his entire cock head was right there for the looking. A pearl of clear liquid seeped from the large urethral orifice. I leaned and licked all over the swollen head before taking it into my mouth. To say that his swollen cock head filled my mouth was a gross understatement. Nevertheless, I went to work, suckling the spongy flesh and trying to get at least some of the shaft into my mouth and down my throat. It was difficult at best. I fondled his large black balls, the entire works filling my hand. "Fuck, that feels good," he mumbled above me, "better than my little brother." I found that interesting but didn't say anything because I had always been taught not to talk with my mouth full. I reached around him and clutched onto his black ass and kneaded the fleshy globes. I noticed that his was a small butt indeed and I wondered what it would be like to rim the boy. I worked him for as long as I could before finally giving it up and standing at which point we again took hold of each other's cock. I asked him how old he was and he said 14. I asked him if he ever picked up guys in the park before and he shook his head. "No, I never done nothing with an adult before. I never done stuff with a white guy either." "But you play with your little brother?" He got a sheepish look on his face. "Yeah, I shouldn't have said that." "I got no problem with it, as you might guess. How old is he?" "He's 12, cute as hell and has a pretty nice dick for a boy his age. Almost as big as yours. And he has a cute little patch of curls. So, can we cum now. I need to squirt." I nodded my head then asked him if he would like for me to jack him off and he nodded his head. I chose to move behind him and put one arm around his chest and up under his shirt so I could feel his skin. The other hand got busy stroking his snake like dick. I chose to take things a little further and leaned down and gently kissed his neck while I stroked him. The boy groaned and tilted his head in the opposite direction to give me better access. As most guys know it's very sensitive so he giggled more than a few time and moved his head back to stop me but quickly opened himself back up again. I moved to his ear and began blowing warm air into it which caused him to moan loudly. "Oh fuck, oh god," he groaned and pressed his body tighter against mine. I loved having my hard cock pushing at his butt crack, reveling in the idea of fucking him. I had never been with a black guy before but thought the kid was a perfect person to begin with. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," he finally panted in a husky voice. He dropped his head in order to watch the show and a second later his already thick cock thickened in my hand. I was leaning over him and watched as his cock erupted in a torrent of sperm. It was one of those orgasms where the stuff shoots out in multiple streams and in his case it went a good 18 inches out from his cock head. He pressed back against me, my raging hard on pushing tight to his bubbly boy butt. I watched as 6 solid jets of creamy white boy juice flew out of his cock, droplets of sperm dropping away from the main ejaculate as went through the air. Things finally died down but I kept on stroking him and whispering in his ear. "Is this fun, don't you love having someone else jack you off, I loved your cock, I want to do more stuff too." It was finally over and I stepped back from him. The boy turned and went into my arms and raised his head to kiss me. I brought him to me and plastered my lips against his and reveled in the soft sweetness of them. "Now you cum," he said after we broke the kiss. I proceeded to jack off while the boy watched and gently played with his own half hard cock and his balls. When I came it wasn't quite as nice a shot as his but it was still decent and of course he was suitably impressed and he commented on it. The show was finally over and I flung the sperm from my fingers and we both started to put things back in order. Outside, the rain had stopped but we could still hear the droplets falling off the trees. "I'd like to do this again, if you don't mind. Maybe we could go to your house or something so we can be naked and not worry about somebody coming in." "I'd like that," I said. "You said you've never been with a white guy before and I've never been with a black boy or a black man so I'd love the opportunity to explore you even more." The boy shot me a huge grin that showed off sparkly white teeth. "What's your name," I asked him, "I'm Chad." "Tyco," he said. We shook hands, a gently effort which I appreciated. As we headed out of the building we made arrangements to meet at the preserve the following day around noon. I watched as he walked off, ogling his slender little butt. "See you tomorrow Chad," he said, then disappeared down the trail he'd come in from.