Date: Fri, 14 May 2004 14:25:41 -0700 (PDT) From: tag michaels Subject: Jamie's Awakening This is yet another story that contains sex between two males, one a minor, one not. If that is a problem for you in any way shape or form, then perhaps some other endeavor would better suit you. As stated in the first sentence, this is a story. Any resemblance to a real life person is most probably coincidental considering the amount of Caucasian males on the planet. Although I have personal acquaintance with three Jamie's, two of them are female and the other, a cocaine addicted male over the age of forty. I just like the name. Chapter I I looked down into his beautiful face, the almost porcelain skin glistening from a very light sheen of perspiration, his medium blonde hair damp from an earlier shower as well as from our current exercise. His eyes, framed by thick, dark blonde brows and long luxurious lashes, were closed, and slight smile of contentment played across his perfect lips. I reveled in the boy's beauty, the slightly high cheekbones, aquiline nose, and absolutely perfect skin. His hands rested on my shoulders, as much for support as to be connected to my body even more than we already were. I pushed into him again and his eyes opened about half way to reveal stunning blue irises. I guessed that the throes of lust prevented a very wide-open eye, at least for the moment. As I pulled back out of him and prepared for another thrust, he moaned slightly. While my cock was slipping gently back inside of him, I lowered my upper body and kissed those perfect lips, feeling the intensity of his response and, for some reason, I thought back to the first time I'd seen the young Norse God. I had been driving home from work and had just turned onto my street as he was turning, heading in the opposite direction, on his skateboard on the sidewalk to my right. I didn't get a real good look because he was going fairly fast and I was working at paying attention to where I was going. That particular corner was a blind one, the high stone wall surrounding the corner house blocking the view. The few kids that had gotten hit at that intersection were way outnumbered by the amount of close calls. The neighbors had petitioned the city for stop signs but to no avail so those of us who lived there were careful to a point of being hyper vigilant. At any rate, I did get enough of a look at the boy to almost break my neck turning my head, not sure of what I'd seen. Even from that first, very short encounter, I knew that the boy was beautiful and had I been a praying man, would have asked the creator to influence the crossing of our paths again. soon. As luck, or god, would have it that happened the next day as I was leaving for work. I was coming out the front door and hearing the familiar sound of a skateboard I looked toward it. Here he came, gliding down the sidewalk toward me, his face a mask of concentration on the task at hand so that he didn't see me at all or if he did he didn't really register my presence. He was facing toward me so I got a fairly clear shot of him for a good five seconds, plenty of time for me to assess his beauty, which appeared to verge on extraordinary. He was soon gone and I was left with a longing for more. I loved teenage boys. I loved watching them be and do what seemed to be common of teenage boys the world over. I loved being around them, talking with them, hanging out with them. They were often times open and honest in their search to figure out just who they were and how they fit into society at large. And while it wasn't the most important issue, I loved having sex with them. Boys were so curious and so willing to try new things. They tended to be excellent students with a desire to get things right and the willingness and stamina to keep working to make that happen. And, while beauty wasn't the only criteria for me in an endeavor to be with a boy, it certainly helped to stimulate that desire and this boy stimulated me like no other boy I'd ever seen. I definitely wanted more and I decided on the spot that, short of kidnapping him, I would get to know him better. That happened a few days later. It was a Saturday morning, the day I usually wash my vehicles, and that included my collector's car, a show condition 1967 fuck me red Corvette. A hard top convertible, it housed a 427 cubic inch engine, four speed, black leather interior with air, AM FM, side pipes, and spinner knock off's on the wheels. The car was hot looking and I got lots of looks from people of all ages whenever I drove it, the deep rumble of its monster engine catching their attention, its' looks holding it. I had finished my daily driven car, a Midnight black Acura GS-R, and had rolled the corvette to the bottom of the driveway for its' bath. I had finished the bath part and was doing the drying when a voice behind me said, "Dead cool car." The accent was thick and heavy, definitely not an island boy and most probably not an American boy. Scottish would have been my first guess. I stood up and turned to see what had to be the most beautiful boy on the entire fucking planet. Well. Okay, maybe not the whole planet but if you picked a thousand boys at random, this one would rate right up at the top for drop dead cuteness. He looked to be about seventeen or so and if he'd been wearing looser fitting clothing, he could easily have been mistaken for a girl from a distance. Up close however there was no mistaking that he was all boy. He stood, a casualness like only a teenage boy can achieve, holding one end of a skateboard who's other end rested on the sidewalk at his feet. Slender, he looked to be about five foot eight or so and probably weighed in at about a buck and half. He was wearing baggy jeans with the knees worn out and the hems frayed all to hell, and an oversized deep blue t- shirt that had CKY, whatever that was, emblazoned across the front in white block lettering. Black DVS shoes completed the typical skater attire. His tousled looking blonde hair had a half assed part on the right side and was worn long, bangs below the eyes and at the bottom of his ears, the back a little bit beyond collar length. His blue eyes stood out against his very white and clear complexioned skin, the latter telling me that he hadn't been in the islands long or else he stayed out of the sun. religiously. Considering that he had a well used skate board in his possession, the newcomer idea seemed the best fit. He had a chain collar around his neck, one of those big things that a lot of fringe kids wear but what you might also find on a neighbors Pit Bull. The watch on his left wrist, a silver, garden variety Casio it looked like, appeared to be the only other jewelry he wore. "Thank you," I finally managed to say. "It's a Corvette aye," he asked as much as stated and I wondered just where he'd moved from, because the accent seemed to have been watered down a tad, as if he'd spend much time in the states. "Sixties I would guess," he added as he stepped closer and looked the car over while I continued to wipe the beads of water from the Vette's highly waxed surface. His voice was soft and not as deep as I would have thought, which caused me to re-consider my assessment of his age. "Yeah, sixty seven," I said, looking at his back, focusing momentarily on what looked like might be a very delicious butt, before he turned back to face me. "I'm Sean," I said, extending my hand toward him. "Jamie," he responded with a handshake that was gentle without being feminine. It was nice to shake hands and not have it turn into a grip contest like so many guys do. As he retracted his hand I noticed that his fingers were long and tapered, great for piano or guitar I thought to myself. "So Jamie, you live close by?" "Aye, my family moved in over on the next block," he said, nodding his head in that general direction. Further dialog indicated that family was his mother who had divorced his father a year or so before and moved with the boy and his sisters to Connecticut where they were staying with his mother's family. They were originally from the Orkney Islands, which, if I remembered correctly, were situated just North of mainland Scotland. His mother's family was modestly wealthy, owning the house that he and his mother were currently staying in. They'd come, along with his aunt, to stay the summer and see if Hawaii was to their liking, in which case they would stay. His two older sisters were staying on the mainland, one in college the other recently married. "Well you certainly don't look like you've gotten a whole lot of sun," I told him. He smiled shyly, flashing brilliant white, straight teeth. I melted. "Most of my ancestry is Northern Europe. My mum says our skin doesn't seem to take to color very much." Neither of us had much else to say so Jamie said he was headed for the neighborhood seven eleven to grab a soft drink. I said it was a pleasure to meet him (oh boy was it) and that I hoped I'd see him again soon. He smiled and said he hoped so too then dropped the board and was away before I could say another word. I finished with the Vette and moved it back into the garage and rolled my bike out for its bath. I ride a Big Dog, the Chopper model with a kicked out front fork, tons of chrome and what isn't chromed was black with deep crimson flames. It's fast, it's loud, and it's a ton of fucking fun. I had just finished drying it off when cute boy returned on his board. "That is one sick bike Sean," he said as he stopped and began looking it over carefully. "I used to ride my friend's dirt bike back home, but I never been on anything like this before." I could practically see the boy drool. The thought of him riding behind me, close in to me with his adolescent cock maybe pressed against my back made me drool so I posed the question. "Would you like to go for a ride? I was gonna take it out so you're more than welcome to come along." "I'd really like to but I'm not sure my mum would approve," he said with some disappointment. "So, go ask," I responded in what came out sounding like more of a command that I would normally have used. He gave me a sort of look that I couldn't quite place and in a more quiet voice said, "Okay." I reflected on that last little interaction as the boy headed away and I cleaned the rest of the water off the bike, wondering what it was about and not coming up with any immediate answers. Jamie came back less than five minutes later, the grin on his face telling me it was going to be okay. "Mum said it was okay. Not at first though, I had to tell her that I met you almost right after we moved in and I talked with practically every day. It helps that she knows your house and thinks it right cool and she's seen you when you're dressed for work so she knows you're not a crazy or anything." His statement made me wonder if I had paid that much attention to things in our neighborhood. I certainly hadn't missed on the gorgeous hunk of teenage flesh in front of me now had I? "Okay," I smiled back at him, "I can live with a little bit of a white lie." I told him to go ahead and set his board on the porch while I retrieved the buddy seat from the garage. It's a small thing with suction cups that hold it in place on the fender and is designed to carry someone although not overly comfortably. When it's off, it allows for a sleeker look of the bike. I got it in set in place then explained the rules to Jamie. "I need you sit with your knees pressed in against my legs and your hands on my waist," I said showing what I meant and explaining that he didn't have to hold onto me but that his hands needed to be where he could hold on if he needed to. "You lose about sixty percent of your upper body strength when you hold on to the back fender like so many guys do cause they're worried about how it looks holding on to another guy. I'll need you to sit straight and not turn your body to look at things, only your head and that in a smooth, not a jerky motion. When I turn lean with my body, don't try to stay upright, it will throw off the balance of the bike and make it harder for me to control. You'll need to trust that I am not going to dump the bike. You can talk to me of course, since you'll be right behind me. Okay, any questions?" "No, I got it," he said, then added, "And I trust you Sean." I started to get on the bike but stopped. "One last thing," I said as I reached down the front of my jeans to arrange myself. "You might want to get your stuff higher, more in front of you than underneath. This isn't real comfortable and your balls will get mashed otherwise." He smiled and without another thought thrust his hand down his pants and did what I had just done. I climbed on, fired the bike up and let it idle while I reached behind and pulled the passenger pegs down. Once that was done I told him to climb on. He settled in behind me and as I had hoped, I could kinda sorta feel his teenage pride and joy against my lower back. This would be a fun ride. I dropped the thing into first gear, idled out of the driveway, and didn't get any higher than second gear until I pulled out onto the four lane surface street that ran parallel to our neighborhood three blocks away. Once I was out of the restrictiveness of a residential area I kicked the thing in the ass and we took off in a bellowing of thunder and a hearty hi `o fucking silver. Jamie held on tight and I could hear him laugh as I banged second gear and kept on accelerating. The short sissy bar helped prevent him from going anywhere but even if it hadn't been there he wouldn't have been able to dislodge me. "This is so, so dead cool," he said into my ear and I only nodded my head as I decelerated into third and stayed at the speed limit. I took a slow cruise down toward Waikiki and ran into four friends of mine who were out killing time before the heat of the day became oppressive, although on a bike it's a lot more tolerable. They were going to do the short loop, through Waikes out toward Hawaii Kai and around that end of the island to Kailua and Kaneohe then loop back over the H3 to the Moanalua freeway and back to where we started from. I asked Jamie if a two hour ride would be okay and he said yes so we were in. I always enjoyed riding in a group, it suits my ego just fine but it's also about comradeship and the like. Jamie hadn't been much of anywhere on the island so it was a pretty big deal to him and since I always enjoyed playing the tour guide, it worked out for me too. What really worked out for me was having the cutest boy imaginable riding behind me with his hands at my waist. I noticed that they pretty much stayed there the entire trip and I'm here to tell you, I didn't complain. We stopped from time to time to rest our asses, piss, and for some of the guys, have a smoke. My friends introduced themselves to Jamie and all spent time chatting with him on our stops, including him in whatever discussion was going on. We had decided early to stop at the bottom of Red Hill at Da Big Kahuna's for a lunch of Kahlua Pork sandwiches and garlic cheese balls, the best on the island. Jamie had a small vegetarian pizza telling me on the side that he didn't eat meat. "Ahh," I said supposedly knowingly, "A vegan." "Oh, no Sean, I still eat dairy and some seafood so vegetarian would actually be the correct term." He was cute as he said that I wanted to just kiss him right then and there. Needless to say, I didn't. "I haven't eaten meat for almost two years Sean," he said, adding that he didn't like the idea of an animal dying so that he could eat. In any case, as we finished our meal, the owner, Glen, just happened to be there so I introduced him to Jamie who, as we were getting ready to leave, was rewarded with one of the house desserts, a chocolate cream pie sort of thing that is decadent beyond belief. Back at my house, I parked the bike in the driveway and we both got off and stretched out. "Damn, I need a swim and a soak in the Jacuzzi," I said nonchalantly. Jamie agreed with me as he did side bends to loosen his back and sides up a little bit. "You're welcome to join me if you'd like, I have both." He seemed interested that I had the requisite equipment and said that he'd like to do that but that he should probably head home since his mother might be wondering where he'd been. "Well, you are more than welcome to come back over if you'd like. Tell you what, if you do decide to come back over, just walk through the front door and you'll see the door that opens onto the back yard. Just come on through. If you don't come back down today please know that you're welcome any time, honest." I smiled at the last and held my hand out. Jamie took it and as we shook, he thanked me for a great morning saying he'd like to do it again sometime. "Hey dude, Thank YOU. It was the best company I've had in a long time. Like I said, you're always welcome here." I watched him as he skated away, waving at me over his shoulder, the other hand clutching the bag with his gift dessert in it. "God what a boy he is," I thought to myself. "What I wouldn't give to strip him naked and. I needed a shower badly so moved the bike to its place in the garage and headed into the house. Chapter II I went inside, depositing my shoes at the door, then went into my room and stripped off my clothes. A swim was definitely in order so I headed out through my French doors and onto the lanai and dove into the pool. Surfacing, I decided to do a half dozen laps before climbing out and dropping into the Jacuzzi. I fired up the jets and laid back to relax. My back yard is completely surrounded by a ten foot high wall of lava rock and almost the entire inside perimeter is covered in tall bamboo and various flower gardens. The neighbors on all three sides had done plenty of planting on their property as well so my back yard was about as private as anyone could hope for. The Jacuzzi sits as one end of the pool and is under a pergola, or arbor, that was covered along the sides and across the top with night blooming Jasmine. The entire structure provided protection from the sun and at night the fragrance of the Jasmine was almost cloying. I was laying back, relaxing and enjoying the massaging bubbles on my body and wishing that I'd thought to bring a glass of ice water or raspberry ice tea or something. I was contemplating getting out and going over to the small refrigerator to retrieve something, anything when a voice said, "Hey." I turned to see Jamie coming through the door and wondered how the fuck I was going to get out without exposing myself to him. I really hadn't expected him to come back, thinking that since he'd been gone the entire morning his mom would probably want him to stay close to home. Wrong on that one. "Oh, hey Jamie," I said as he approached me. I sat up so as to cover my stuff in the bubbles. I was about to tell him about my surprise at seeing him so soon but he took the lead. "My mum and auntie are out doing something or another and left a note saying they would be back later so, I decided to take you up on your offer." He got a funny sort of look on his face and added, "I hope its okay." "Sure, you bet Jamie, of course its okay." He smiled and started taking his clothes off. "But I have to tell you, I really wasn't expecting you to come back so, well, I'm not wearing any board shorts or anything." His shirt was off, and the jeans were unbuttoned and starting to come down when he stopped for a moment. "Um, should I go or something Sean. I mean, what do you want me to do?" I could see that the darling boy was in a bit of a quandary and I felt a little bad that I'd put him there. "Well, tell you what. Why don't you go ahead and hit the pool and I'll go put on some shorts." He nodded his head and pulled his jeans down and stepped out of them, revealing a dark blue bathing suit like what boys on the mainland would wear. I took the time to admire his body as he kicked his clothes into a pile. He wasn't buffed but he seemed muscular, nicely defined pecs and abs evident. His belly was taut and sloped gently into the waistband of his swim suit, the front of which was mostly indiscernible, that is, whatever his boyhood was it wasn't being revealed. And of course, he was white as the driven snow. "You really do need some sun," I said with a laugh. He admitted that he did then turned and ran to the pool and dove in. I took that moment to get out and head to the cupboard by the side of the house to get a towel. I didn't look to see if the boy was watching me, it didn't matter at that point. Besides, all he was seeing was my ass. No big deal. I snagged a towel, wrapped it around my waist and headed into the house and saw that Jamie wasn't paying me any attention but was doing laps as I had done. Less than five minutes later I was back outside, my privates covered by a pair of board shorts very similar in color to Jamie's swim wear, a fact not lost on the boy as he climbed out of the pool. "You like blue too Sean?" he asked. I nodded that I did and he said that it was his favorite color as well. He left the pool and we both sunk into the Jacuzzi. I'd brought a pitcher of ice water and two glasses which I set within arms reach. "Do you swim naked a lot," the boy asked. I told him that I did since the property was fully protected from prying eyes. Jamie said that he'd never done that. The frigid waters that surrounded the Orkney's were never warm enough for much of any swimming let alone skinny dipping. Of course they had public pools but one can hardly go nude there. He was quiet for a moment then said, in a voice that was softer than his normal voice, "You didn't have to put on board shorts for me. I mean, it's your home and all, you should be able to do what you want in it." "Well," I replied wistfully, "thank you for that Jamie but you after all are still a minor, I'm assuming that you're under eighteen and besides, we don't know each other well enough for me to risk doing that." "Well, it's true that I'm still a kid, I'm fifteen and a half and you're right, we don't know each other well enough for that." He paused then added, "but we might some day." I was too busy pondering the fact that the gorgeous hunk of teen age maledom in front of me was still under sixteen so I didn't catch the full impact of the statement that he'd made. He brought my attention back to that topic. "Do you think we'd get to know each other well enough to not worry about swimming nude in front of each other?" "It's possible Jamie," I said. "I guess time will tell." Neither of us said anything for a little while when he said, "It wouldn't bother me you know. You're being naked I mean. It's not like I haven't seen guys in the public pools or gym class or stuff. I wouldn't go running out screaming or anything, and I wouldn't think that you were like, trying to move on me or something." I wasn't wondering where in the hell that was all coming from since I'd had plenty of teenage boy's share my bed and body and I'd heard a great many little speeches that sounded similar to this one. Essentially it translated to: "I'm interested, curious and willing if you will take the lead." Now, don't get me wrong. I didn't know that for a stone hard fact that was what he was saying but I was sure leaning that way and I'm not one to let an invitation, veiled, or un, get by without some sort of comment. "That's cool Jamie. I mean, it's a responsible position to take. I'm glad to hear that you don't sound homophobic and that's healthy. I feel the same way that you do. Being around guys who are naked or being naked doesn't bother me either. And you're right, my being naked wouldn't be like making a move on you and I would not interpret your being naked, if you chose to be naked, as a move on me either." I stood up and stepped out of the Jacuzzi saying that I needed to hit the pool and cool down a little bit. Jamie allowed as how he felt the same so stood up as well. I couldn't help but allow my eyes to play over his body and I could never be totally sure but I sensed that the boy might have been starting to catch a little wood. We swam for a little while, ended up doing a little horse-play, trying to dunk each other and Jamie initiated it. Later we sat in deck chairs and sipped ice water and chatted. Jamie told me about growing up in the Orkney's his father working in the fishing industry, mom and emergency room nurse. Jamie was the youngest of three kids, having two older sisters who were out of the home. He and his Da didn't get along well even when Jamie was smaller and it got worse as he became a teenager. A rough and tumble hard working man, he wanted his son to be more like him. His Da didn't care for the long hair, the skater clothing, or seemingly much else about his son, calling him his youngest daughter when brassed off with Jamie. The boy's mother on the other hand had encouraged the more dominant, gentle side of her son, praising his writing and art. Jamie's mother was his sanity and it was to her the boy went to for advice or even simple conversation. I was a little surprised at the similarities that Jamie and I shared. My father had worked in the lumber industry, another hard working and hard playing profession. Both of them drank beer but it sounded as though Jamie's father might have some problems with drinking. While my father didn't ostracize or put me down, he tried to get me to be the kind of boy he was which included contact sports, fist fighting if necessary or sometimes not. While he didn't always push me toward being like he was at my age, he turned his head at some of them such as drinking with my friends on weekends and generally raising hell. Like Jamie's mother, mine also encouraged my softer side, shielding me from my father's testosterone influenced recommendations although I wouldn't have called either one of my parents my sane reserve. I didn't really need one. Jamie's favorite color was deep blue, Indigo. Mine was cobalt. He played guitar and in fact had formed a garage band at home and another with some new friends in Connecticut. Neither endeavor ever went anywhere. I had played piano, teaming up with some friends and forming a garage band that played blues and rock. We never went anywhere either. Neither of us had much need for alcohol, despite our fathers both having a large appetite for beer, although we'd both experimented to some degree. Other drugs were never an option for either of us. Both our fathers wanted us to play football, or at the very least watch televised games on the weekends, baseball, and other popular team sports, both Jamie and I preferred more solitary pursuits that didn't require four or more other guys in order to play. He skate boarded; I loved roller blades. We both tended to be loners, that is, we formed a few friendships instead of being social butterflies. Dinner rolled around as we swam, soaked, sunned and talked. I offered to fix him something to eat but Jamie said he'd probably best be getting home. As he pulled his jeans on over his swim suit I thanked him for spending they day with me and reminded him that he was welcome any time he chose. In return he thanked me and said that he definitely would come back over, tomorrow if that was okay. It most definitely was and I told him so. As he headed out the front door and looked over his shoulder at me his mouth split into a small grin "I guess we know each other now. I'll see ya tomorrow Sean," and he was off at a lope. It took me a moment to figure out what he was talking about and then I broke out in a grin. Yup, I thought, this has potential. Chapter III Over the next week or so Jamie and I spent a great deal of time together. Since he was new to the area he didn't know anyone, didn't know where to go really or what to do. He didn't know the bus system or his way around so he would have had a difficult time getting anywhere anyway. Since I worked my own hours, the benefit of being self employed and due to an inheritance, well enough off to not have to do anything, I was available to the ever cheerful, beautiful boy. I showed him much of the island, the places to go for various things he'd need as well as entertainment. We ate at many of my favorite places, watched sunsets, hung out at beaches but most of all, we got to know each other much better. I found Jamie to be kind and gentle with a great sense of humor, albeit dry at times. He was artistic, athletic at those sports he enjoyed, well read and intelligent. I liked the boy a lot and hoped that he would be open to moving into a more physical relationship although just being open to it wouldn't be enough, he'd have to initiate it as well. And there was hope for that, given the way he talked at times. We swam at various beaches and at my house as well but always clothed. From time to time he made comments about having gotten to know each other better until one day at my house it came to a head, so to speak. We'd hiked around Kaena point so were tired and a little bit sore, not to mention hot. "I could use a swim," I told him and he tiredly agreed, adding that he hadn't brought any board shorts with him which was a little bit unsusual. We appeared to be about the same size and I suggested that to him. He gave it some thought then said, "Ya know, you've been avoiding swimming naked because of me Sean. So, I'll do it if you will. I'm really okay with it and I think we know each well enough." And that is what I'd been waiting for from the boy. I nodded my head. "Okay, I'm too frickin hot to care." We both pulled our shirts off then socks. Pants were unbuttoned, unzipped and pushed to the ground and we stood for a moment, both wearing boxer briefs, his in an indigo blue, mine in a dark green. His body was lean but had some definition to it, the pecs visibly separated with small areola's and nipples in their center. His belly was flat and sloped down into his underwear, leaving slight creases as his hips. Jamie was looking me over as much as I was at him and or eyes met. We both laughed at the silliness of the situation and at the same time, just jerked our underwear down, pushed them to the grass and stepped out of them and stood facing each other again, but only for a moment. "Last one in," I yelled and headed for the pool, only ten feet away. We hit the water together, surfacing on the other side in a gasp of fresh air and laughter. As I was shaking the water out of my eyes I thought about what I'd seen. He was beautiful from head to toe, his center being highlighted by a perfectly magnificent piece of boy flesh. His cock hung gently between pale smooth thighs, a circumcised tube probably six inches or so long, which meant that when it was hard it would probably run seven. It appeared thick as well, perhaps thicker than my own. At the base of his pride and joy was a dark blonde, almost sandy colored, nest of tight curls that had not yet spread out like they do as a boy matures. His balls appeared to be of a medium size and hung freely under his cock, one slightly lower than the other in a sac that that was almost smooth with only a small of amount of hairs there. "Gosh that feels soooo good," he said as he treaded water next to me. I nodded my head in agreement. We swam about for a little while, maybe ten minutes before I said I was getting out, which I did. I walked over to a cupboard that I kept pool towels in, pulled two out and turned back toward the pool. Jamie had just stepped out onto the concrete edge and was walking toward me. His cock swayed as he walked, drawing my attention to the classic and perfect V that was his lower torso. I could feel my own cock stir at the sight of him. I would hesitate to call anyone perfect but fuck, this boy was close to being the perfect boy, in my humble opinion. He had the height, the looks, a build that was better than average without being buffed out, and the apparatus between his legs fit him to a T. To me he was the perfect boy. I tossed him a towel and noticed that he was looking at my crotch as well, checking out what I had to offer. I was cut, about six and half inches long and curved slightly to the left of my body. I had fair sized balls which were shaved smooth, and my black pubic patch was trimmed to cover about the same amount of area as Jamie's was naturally. We toweled off and when I asked him if he wanted something to drink he nodded his head, his blonde hair all a tumble. I told him to go ahead and sit in one of the deck chairs and I'd bring something out. When he turned to go and sit, I stared at his butt, a slender waist with a pair of orbs that moved out and away from his lower back, not a bubble butt and not flat. They appeared quite firm, from a lot of boarding I would have guessed. In Short he had a dynamite ass. Once again, perfect. I went into the house and three minutes later I set down a tray with a pitcher of raspberry iced tea and chilled glasses. I poured him a glass and handed it to him, for which he thanked me, and sat down to finish drying in the sun. We sunned and sipped in quiet for a good fifteen minutes before I said I was hungry and asked if he was as well. He was, so I got up and headed for the kitchen, the young Adonis right behind me. I pulled some chilled fruit and some sliced Havarti cheese from the fridge, directing Jamie to a cupboard where there were a variety of crackers and some tins of sardines and kippered herring. I asked him to bring in the ice tea while I set the rest of the stuff on the table. I watched as he walked back toward the house and once again admired his beauty. I really wanted to bed Jamie and it was all I could do not to make that obvious to the boy. We sat down to eat, still not wearing a stitch of clothing, and I showed him how I rolled the cheese up with a slice of herring or a sardine inside and eat it with fingers, or on a cracker. He said it was cool to eat like that, something that he never would have thought of, nor would his mum, and his Da would have probably bitch at him for doing. "Well in my house, just about anything goes," I told him. "And that would include not wearing any clothes," he said, rather than asked. "Yup, if it makes my guest comfortable. Are you okay with this Jamie? I can toss clothes on if it bothers you." "NO!" he said, blue eyes wide open. "No Sean, it's okay really. I just never done it before, you know, wandering around naked with another guy. I don't think I've even seen a guy over eighteen that was naked. It's just a little strange. But I kinda like it. There's something free about it." "I'm glad you're okay with it. I really don't wear clothes in the house much. Way more comfortable nude. Besides, I'm always in and out of the pool so it's convenient as well." We nibbled some more and Jamie said, "You got a pretty nice body Sean, you know that. I mean, I'd never really say that to another guy, but you do." "Thanks Jamie. You've a really nice body to, very pleasing to look at," which was a fucking understatement but I didn't want to scare the boy. He said he didn't think so which I thought was almost ridiculous. "Come on," I said standing up. He got to his feet and followed me into my bedroom where I turned on a light and stood him next to me in front of my full length mirror. "Look at you, you're almost perfect Jamie," and I went through what my thoughts were. I really wanted to touch him as I showed him what I was talking about but like I said, I didn't want to scare him. "And on top of that, you've got a really nice cock. It looks like a perfect size, how big is it?" I asked. The boy blushed as I spoke of his most intimate parts and told me he measured at just around seven inches and a good five inches around at least. "See, you're above average and I bet the girls just love it." I was stretching of course. I didn't think he'd lost his virginity yet but kids these days, and one as pretty as he was could easily be tumbled but he blushed again and said that he was a virgin that he'd never had sex at all, only a kiss or two. "Well, all in good time Jamie. It'll happen when it's spose to." He nodded his head then said, "Well, I guess I better be getting home Sean, I'll see you tomorrow." We walked out to retrieve our clothes and I watched as he stepped into his underwear, admiring his lithe body once again and feeling myself stir at the thought of him. I cleared the stuff in the kitchen and went back outside. Later, after he'd been gone for an hour or so, I found myself thinking about him, his wonderfully sweet, virgin body, and felt myself harden. My hands went down to fondle and encourage, and in moments my cock was full on hard and my belly a flutter with the anticipation of what was to come next, which would be me. I tugged gently on my balls while I stroked my flesh with love and care. It dreamed about Jamie's cock being at full young boy hardness, I dreamed of taking the swollen head of his boyhood into my mouth, tasting the nectar of his loins before swallowing three or four inches of his thick shaft. When I finally came it was fast and powerful, my cock thickening before firing off six jets of thick white fluid up onto my heaving torso. I finally relaxed back into my deck chair even more committed to bedding the young God who was occupying more and more of waking thoughts. Chapter IV Physical contact between Jamie and I was initiated by the boy and happened about three days later. It started as one of those pushing and shoving things that boys often engage in, testing themselves like puppies or kittens do. There had only been one other episode of nudity since that first one and had happened after another hike, this one to the top of Diamond Head. Like the first one, we stripped, hit the pool then lounged around in the buff. From the corner of my eye I caught Jamie checking me out, specifically my groin, and I purposely kept doing what I was doing to allow the boy to look to his heart's content. Also in the interim were various questions and even discussions that were related to sex, typical teenage information seeking behavior. Why do girls act the way they do; did I have a hard cock in the morning and why does that happen. Do girls beat off, how would they do it, do you think it hurts if a guy gets fucked in the ass, and any number of other questions directly or indirectly related to sex and sexuality. Anyway, we were in my back yard and he shouldered against me for whatever reason. I shoved him back and one thing led to another and we ended up facing each other then grappling. We somehow ended up on the grass wrestling about and I eventually got Jamie on his back. Holding both hands over his head with us both wiggling, him to get out of the hold and me to keep him there. In the process I ended up above him and my right knee on his crotch. I was more than a little surprised to feel his cock and it felt hard as a stone and huge. He kept wiggling a little bit until he realized that I knew he was fully erect and then we both stopped moving, looking into each other's eyes from less than two feet apart. His lips parted slightly and I lowered my head slowly, giving him the chance to move his head and when he didn't I gave him a quick kiss on the lips, then looked into his gorgeous eyes and rolled away from him. "I'm so sorry Jamie I shouldn't have done that, please forgive me," I said. I was more hopeful that he wouldn't feel offended or freaked out than I was sorry but I had to act the part of being remorseful. `That's okay Sean," he said quietly. He didn't say anything for a few moments, nor did we look at each other. "How come you kissed me?" "I'm not sure Jamie. I dunno, I guess it just seemed like the thing to do. It almost seemed like you wanted me to kiss you but I don't want to put that on you. Maybe I just wanted you to want me to. If that makes any sense." "I think I did want you to Sean. I mean, you felt my cock and so you know it was way on hard. I think maybe I did want you to kiss me. I just don't know." He seemed a little bit despondent, perhaps confused. "You know it's not that unusual for a boy to get hard when he's wrestling like that. It happens, beside there may have been some pressure on your cock and you know what that usually does," I said, slowly raising up my index finger in the age old gesture representing a cock getting hard. Jamie shot me a wry smile, said maybe, then stood up, brushing the grass off his backside. "I guess I should go home," he said, looking at the ground. My heart was fluttering like mad, from hankering for the boy and from fear that he was upset with me. It didn't occur to me that he might be upset with himself for some reason. "Okay," I said and followed him to the front door and as he stepped through it I had to ask him, "Are you okay Jamie?" He turned to me and smiled, nodded his head and said, "Uhuh, I'll see you tomorrow Sean," and headed across the lawn until he hit concrete, hopped on his board and rolled toward home. I pondered the fact that on two occasions the boy seemed to have cut his visit short after a sex or sexually related incident. I wondered if he was embarrassed, scared, or what. I had quite a bit work for the next week so I only saw Jamie in the evenings, which were mostly uneventful with the exception that I met his mother, Lynn. I could see where Jamie got his porcelain looks the second I saw her and although I don't normally assess women, she could only be considered beautiful. She dropped Jamie off one evening as I was getting out of my car after work and Jamie asked if he could introduce us. "I know he spends a fair amount of time with you so I thought it a good idea that we meet," she said as she shook my hand. I told her that I agreed and she went on to say that if he became a pest at any time that I was to send him home and not feel badly about it. She said it with a smile and it seemed pretty clear that she adored her son and considering the smile on Jamie's face, I could see that he was as close to her as he'd told me. "Naw, he's a good kid," I said. "Some of the work I do is with kids and Jamie is easy, believe me. He's welcome here any time." She smiled, gave her son a look that expressed her love, a look that Jamie returned and got back in her car, telling him not to be too late. I asked Jamie about the fact that her accent barely had a hint of Scottish and he explained that she was originally from the US, had been working in Scotland where she met Jamie's father, subsequently married him and stayed. That explained why wonder boy's accent wasn't nearly as thick as some I'd heard, which I could hardly understand, much to the frustration of the speaker I might add. Friday evening had finally rolled around and Jamie came over as usual. I had the Vette out and was washing it so Jamie asked why, since I usually did it on the weekends. I told him that there was a gathering of hot rod enthusiasts the next day and we were meeting out at Waikele early the next morning. Jamie was excited and asked if he could go with me so I told him he could but that I would be leaving pretty early in the morning. He didn't skip a beat and said, "Maybe I could spend the night Sean, I mean if that's okay with you." I didn't have to give that any thought at all but said yes. He got very excited and said he'd go home and ask. I told him to wear long pants and a light jacket, the latter for the morning when it would be cold. He should also bring board shorts for when it got hotter later in the day. He was back twenty minutes later with a small overnight bag and a big smile. We made small talk over the next hour while we detailed the car, waxing the body by hand, and making sure every crack and crevice was clean as a whistle. It was close to seven thirty when we finished and put the car back inside the garage. We were both starving and a little heated and sweaty so I backed the bike out and we rode over to Kua Aina for burgers and a soda, catching the start of the weekly fireworks display that the Hilton puts on as we roared along Ala Moana Boulevard. Supper was good and afterwards we rode out to Hawaii Kai since it was still a little early and a warm night. We were back my place by nine or so and I told Jamie that I needed to take a shower. He said he felt that he needed one as well so could he take one after me. Of course I was all for taking a shower with him but given how things had gone the last time we were in such close proximity I simply said yes. I went first and while I was drying off Jamie climbed in, playing a little shy by dropping his underwear while turned away from me. That was fine. His comfort level was what was most important. I was lying on my bed in my own fresh underwear when he came out of the shower, drying off in the bathroom out of my sight. When he came out, he went to his bag, pulled out clean boxer briefs and pulled them on under the towel, dropping the towel after he was suitably covered. I had a small light on so the room was mostly dark yet light enough to be able to see. I got up off the bed and took Jamie's towel and headed for the washer outside. Jamie followed me and asked where I wanted him to sleep. I told him he could have the spare room if he wanted but that he could also sleep in my bed if he chose, since it was certainly big enough. A small smile started across his face and he said he'd rather not sleep in the spare room by himself. No problem with me. We were laying on the bed under the top sheet only, fairly close to each other, and talking about various things. Sometimes we were on our backs, sometimes side by side. I honestly don't know how it started but we ended up in another wrestling match, Jamie being more aggressive this time than the last. At one point he was almost on top of me, mostly because I let him but also because he seemed to be putting up a good fight and of course we each had knees in the other's groin but gently enough to not cause pain. I finally rolled him back over and was lying, my chest on his and once again I had his arms pinned. He wiggled and squirmed so I slid on top of him and straddled him, sitting on his waist. That he was hard as petrified wood was immediately apparent as I was sitting on him, my balls pressing against the base of his cock. I wiggled my butt a little bit, pressing into him and sort of judging his size and it felt pretty big. Like the previous time, I had his hands pinned above his head so I was leaned forward and our faces were close. We both stopped moving at the same time and looked into each other's eyes. My own cock responded, growing inside my underwear and pressing against Jamie's, the action not lost on the boy at all. It seemed like an eternity but was most likely only a minute. I moved my lower body against him slightly and he responded, pushing back against me. I slowly lowered my face toward his and he didn't move, our eyes glued to each other until the very last moment before our lips touched, Jamie opening his mouth slightly to accept mine. I put my lips gently against his and kissed him, our lips moving together as he responded to me. I pulled away and we both opened our eyes to look at each other, to make sure that the other one was okay with what had happened. My answer was his lifting his head to me and initiating the next kiss, this time with more passion as I pressed his head back into the pillow and he pressed his tongue into my mouth, both of us grinding our hips slowly, pressing into the other's rock hard cock. I finally rolled off of him, pulling him to his side, keeping my face close to his. My hand went immediately to the front of his underwear and felt the length and thickness of the flesh that my fingers found. God the kid was hung. Jamie's hands were not idle either, having sought me out and exploring the length and girth of my cock as I had done his. "Fuck, you're big," I whispered, our faces still only inches apart. "So are you," he replied huskily. My fingers found the waistband of his shorts and I pulled them down, Jamie lifting his body to help, and I managed to get them down below his balls, which was all I wanted for the moment. You wouldn't think the actual flesh could feel that much different but it did. My belly was roaring with butterfly's as my flesh gripped his, feeling the warmth of him. I squeezed and fondled the length of his young teen age cock, amazed again at how big he was. The thing wasn't quite as thick as my wrist but it was thick enough for me to wonder briefly how it was going to feel inside my ass, knowing that the boy was most definitely going to fuck me. The swollen head seemed as big as a baby's fist and I discovered his juices leaking out much as mine were. Jamie was trying to get my underwear off as well so I just rolled onto my back and dragged them off in one feel swoop, Jamie getting his the rest of the way off while I did the same. We took a moment to look at each other's wares and I was amazed at the sight of him, that large piece of flesh growing out from the perfect apex of his lower body and stretching up his flat belly to his belly button like a baby python. His balls hung sweetly between his smooth thighs and I could almost hear the sperm being manufactured and getting ready to rush up that thick shaft and burst out into the world. Fuck he was so fucking hot I could hardly believe that he was laying in my bed and waiting for me to love him. My own cock, almost as long but not as thick, lay much as his did, raised slightly off my equally flat torso. I rolled over to him, pushed him onto his back and pressed my lips to his again, the lust working through my body and almost taking over. I stroked on his fat cock, causing moans low in his throat, his breathing coming faster through his nostrils. I was dying to taste his boyhood, craving to take him into my mouth and pay lip service to him. "I want to suck your cock Jamie, do you mind?" "No, Sean, I want you to. I want to suck your cock too. I'm so fucking hot I can't hardly stand it. I really want to cum Sean, really bad." For a moment I considered kissing my way down his body until I reached his pride and joy but decided that we had plenty of time. He wasn't going to go running home this time. He was ready and willing to explore his sexuality and if we finally made it to sleep before midnight I'd have been surprised. I slid down to his waist and got a close up shot of that which made him boy. It was a solid seven inches and had to be six inches around. I grasped onto it and lowered my head to its' swollen head, admired it's beauty and symmetry a moment then licked the precum from the slit before running my tongue all over it's velvety surface. Jamie was moaning softly as I licked him then I opened wide and placed my mouth over the bulbous flesh and closed my lips over it. I loved its' taste and I suckled there a moment, sliding my lips back and forth over the rim of the head. Jamie almost screamed out from the totally new and intense feelings that were overwhelming his virginal young body. I wanted to taste all of him, I wanted to move downward and lick at the nice sized eggs at the base of his cock, to feel the soft smooth texture of the sac that they lived in. I wanted to explore every inch of his body but I wanted him to cum. I wanted to see his young sperm, I wanted to see it fly from his cock head, to taste his sperm, to have in my mouth and I wanted it all almost as much as he did. "Are you ready to cum Jamie," I asked him. "Fuck yes Sean, I want to squirt really bad," he said quietly. I went back to sucking him, actually just the head, as I stroked the shaft. I knew it would only be moments and I was quickly rewarded with, "Oh fuck, oh God," and I moved my head out of the way and stroked his faster, gripping the shaft tightly and sliding my thumb across the ultra sensitive underside of the head. I felt the flesh in my hand thicken as Jamie raised his hips up off the bed and almost yelled as his cock head erupted. He spit out five or six good jets of creamy white cum, the first ones reaching his neck and chest, the rest somewhere in between there and his cock head. I put my mouth over the head as soon as it slowed down and licked off the rest, tasting the nectar of his balls for the first time. I only got a few swipes before he started giggling and pushing my head away because of the sensitivity of post sperming. I crawled back alongside of the young Adonis and watched him, my eyes roving over all of his boy's body and admiring it all over again. Fuck he was beautiful. His sperm, thick and clammy, was beginning to run, gravity pulling it down toward his side. I scooped a great deal of it from his chest and, rolling onto my back, slathered the head of my own cock, mixing his boy cream with my own precum and mauling the head with a tight fist. Jamie opened his eyes and watched as I reached my own climax, sliding off the fat head and stroking the shaft rapidly until I felt the tingling at the base. I slowed my pace and milked my cock, cum blasting out the head it multiple squirts and landing on my chest and belly. "That was awesome Sean," he said as my cock continued to ooze out the remnants of my sperming. "I love your sucking on me and I'm really dying to suck your cock too." I rolled back to him, lay my chest on his, mixing our sperm on both torso's and kissed him. I broke away and looked into his eyes a moment then kissed him again, both of us getting into the passion of it. "I think we both could use another shower baby," I said after breaking the kiss. He nodded his head and added, "And since we know each other pretty good now I guess we could take it together, that is if you want to." "I wouldn't have it any other way," I said, kissing him again and rolling off the bed.