Date: Wed, 28 Aug 2019 12:56:43 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Loving Kristoff II

When I came out of the shower Kris had rolled onto his belly with one leg
pulled up at the knee. I stood and stared at his glorious eight year old
boy's butt, the fleshy orbs pushing out from his lower back like a pair of
globes. They were separated by his dusky crack, opened wide enough to not
quite give up his puckered core. His smooth young balls rested on the bed
between his silky thighs, the folds of skin attached just below where his
little hole was hidden away. This particular view was one of my all time
favorites and I'd never tired of seeing the guys I'd been with posed in
such a manner. I never even considered that I'd ever see a preteen boy like
this but I had and I loved it. I wanted to go right over and peel the boy
open like a shrimp and feast on his smooth wrinkled butt hole and the
underside of his little boy nuts and drive him crazy with lust.

But I didn't. Instead I tugged on fresh boxers, grabbed another cup of
coffee in the kitchen and padded down the hall to my office to get some
work done. That's where Kris found me a half hour later. He came through
the door and headed toward me, his glorious body still naked, his cocklet
in its default state and bobbing as he walked. The smile on Kris's
beautiful face told me that I was the best thing that he could see right
then.

"Morning baby boy," I said, spinning my chair away from my desk. Kris took
that as an invitation and after kissing me good morning, began crawling up
into my lap. I had to make some adjustments for the little guy and it only
took a moment before he was curled up in my lap, arms around my neck with
his head resting on my shoulder. I had one arm wrapped around his waist and
the other under his slender little butt to support him. The way he sat, his
balls had dropped between his legs so were resting against the underside of
my palm. That didn't go unnoticed, by either of us.

"Your warm hand feels good against my balls uncle Mark," Kris observed not
seeing any reason to move. As tempted as I was to gently squeeze the future
sperm makers I didn't. I wasn't prepared to instigate anything sexual with
the boy although I was willing to play along behind his lead. And Kris was
ready to lead.

"I really liked what we did last night," he said softly, "I want to do it
some more. Can we Uncle Mark, can we do that stuff again. I really liked
how you made me feel and your sperms squirting out was so cool to watch." I
felt my cock start to inflate as I listened to Kris, the memories of the
night before flooding my brain.

"You're getting a boner uncle Mark, I can feel it," the God in my lap
observed. Kris moved just enough so that his soft smooth nuts rested fully
into my hand and out of reflex I squeezed them gently causing Kris to moan
slightly. "I think I like having my balls played with and pulled on uncle
Mark. Is it like that for you too?" I nodded my head, noticing in the
process that Kris's little cocklet was at full stand, the blue veined shaft
all but quivering in the air.

Kris moved his hand down onto the protrusion in my boxer and the feel of
his little hand as he gripped me sent a flood of warmth through my
body. Once again I was surprised at myself for responding to an eight year
old boy in the way that I was.

"Can we go back to your bed Mark," Kris whispered and I could only nod my
head. Holding onto the cuddly bundle of boy, I stood up and padded back up
the hall to the master bedroom and lay him gently on the bed. Kris played
with his raging young cock while attentively watching me drop my boxers,
seven plus inches of fully hard adult male cock all but leaping out to
greet the boy.

"I can't believe how big your cock is uncle Mark," he said, reaching out to
grasp onto the stiffened shaft. I let the boy play with me as my boxers
dropped to the floor and I stepped out of them, bringing myself right up to
the edge of the bed. "How big is it?" he asked and when I told him he just
sighed and said he hoped that his cock got that big. I assured him that I
thought it would although that was no guarantee.

I crawled over him, Kris continuing to hold my cock and turning onto his
side as I lay on the bed next to him. I reached over and took hold of the
boy's raging little boner and squeezed it a few times before stroking him,
sliding the foreskin back and forth over his cock head. Foreskins kind of
amazed me a little. I mean the hole is often so tiny but stretches out to
accommodate the width of the head and then the thickened cock shaft. In my
sexual life I'd not had a whole lot of experience with uncut guys so being
with Kris was a learning experience for me on a variety of levels.

"Will you make me cum again Mark?" the little boy asked me, his deep blue
eyes looking into my face with longing.

"How about if you do it Kris?" He said he didn't know how, which might be
sort of true. "Well sweet boy you have to learn sometime and now's a good
time to start. Most boys, use a thumb and one or two fingers," told him,
"like this." I grasped him thusly and stroked a few times.

"When boys are uncircumcised, like you are, sometimes they will pull their
foreskin down and not keep sliding it back and forth of the head. Sometimes
a boy's cock dries out inside the foreskin so jacking off like that could
be a little painful." I showed him what I meant as I went along.

"Other boys might slide the skin back and forth over the head while others
might keep their cock head completely covered and just moved their finger
back and forth on the head." I showed him that technique as well. Despite
my lack of true experience I'd seen plenty of movies and images on the
internet so understood the basics of self love on an uncut cock.  Even at
that, many cut guys used the same techniques, just without the extra skin.

I took my hand away so that Kris could take over, my own right hand going
for my cock and tackling it man style in a full forward grip. Kris watched
and asked if that's was how adults did it I explained that once a boy's
cock got big enough to do a full grip then they at least used it as part of
the tricks they used to jack off. Kris didn't understand the word so I took
twenty second to go through the numerous terms for male self love.

I watched as Kris began what would become a life-long process, jacking
off. Like most young boys he used a thumb and two fingers and like many
uncut boys he slid his foreskin back and forth over his swollen and
sensitive cock head. Like most males, Kris kept his eyes focused on what he
was doing, glancing over at me every so often to see how I was
progressing. Because he didn't have any sexual fantasies to help him along
like a more mature or experienced male, the little boy's orgasm was a
little while in coming, no pun intended.

Then he surprised me. I'd been watching him carefully, much more interested
in his body and what he was doing than my own. I'd admired his smooth young
balls as they moved with his stroking. Then he reached down and clasped a
hand on his inner thigh right alongside his nuts. I'd seen many males of
all ages do that, had done it myself. I didn't know just what it was about
it though that made it hot or exciting or whatever. So I was surprised that
a boy who'd never before jacked off would do what experienced males did. I
watched as his fingers prodded his balls a little bit then pulled on the
bottom of his bag. My free hand went to my crotch as well, grasping onto my
balls and tugging on them. Kris saw me and asked the question.

"Doesn't it hurt to pull on your balls like that Mark?" I shook my head and
explained that most males found it stimulating to fondle, tug, cup, or
otherwise pay attention to their balls especially when doing what we were
doing.  It wouldn't do but the little God had to do the same thing then
exclaimed that it felt awesome good.

"It makes the skin on my cock tighter too Mark and look at how red the head
is." He'd pulled it all down and of course, his raging little cock was
vibrating from the skin being pulled tight and he was right, his cock head
was practically a beacon he was so far up into a fog of hotness. I told him
that if he kept it tight then used some sort of slippery stuff like
conditioner or something and just stroked the head the feelings were more
intense than he'd ever felt before. Of course he wanted to try it right
then and there but I convinced the child that he could wait for another
time.

And so we went on, man and beautiful young boy, lying side by side and
sharing an intimate moment that millions of other males in virtually every
culture on the planet had shared for a millennia. I had been present
before, watched teenage boys while they loved themselves so the idea wasn't
novel but with Kris it was a whole new ballgame in a way. He was a young
boy in his very first sexual awakenings. It was all new to him and I could
only imagine the feelings that had to be tearing through that beautiful
young body.

I could tell as Kris got close. He stroked faster, his breathing quickened,
his belly muscles were tensing involuntarily as his he neared his
orgasm. The expressions on his smooth face flowed through a variety of
emotion from intense concentration and focus, to the half surprise at what
he was feeling, to an almost shocked looked as though he couldn't believe
how good his body was feeling in that instant. And then it happened, as
with most young boys, without warning.

His entire body went rigid for a moment, he stared open mouthed at his
crotch and he moaned, almost a small high pitched scream as his body
vibrated and shook with a powerful cumming. After the initial wave of
feeling his head fall back and his eyes closed but only for a moment. In
the early stages of masturbation boys seem to have to bear witness to the
miracle of their bodies and so their eyes are mostly glued to their
crotches as though they might miss something important.

It was hot as all hell to see and brought my own sperming on very quickly
but I kept it at bay. I knew that Kris would want to watch me cum but I
didn't want to interrupt the intense pleasure that he was going through. I
slowed my stroke, slid my hand up and squeezed hard on my cock head then
slid back down, squeezing my rigid shaft as I went, until I reached my
smooth, shaved balls and tugged at them a bit.

Kris's body finally relaxed and he stopped jacking off but kept on playing
with his cock; squeezing it, sliding his foreskin up as far as it would go,
pushed his rigid cock around with hand and at times pressing it against his
panting body. He finally spoke.

"Oh my gosh Uncle Mark that was awesome," he exclaimed, looking at me
through eyes still half lidded in the afterglow of an orgasm. "Are you
gonna make your sperm now? I want to watch you squirt your stuff out." The
boy rolled to his side and watched as I began to stroke myself again and
because I'd kept myself pretty much on the edge it didn't take long before
I peaked.

"Here it comes baby boy, watch," I panted then my own body stiffened, cock
and all, and my cock head spat out a glob of white goo onto my belly. That
first little offering was followed by a jet of sperm that left a white
streak half way between my nipples and my belly button. After that, another
three squirts of nut nectar splattered my lower belly before my cock slowed
to an oozing that dribbled down over my thumb and into my pubic hair.

"Boy I can hardly wait till I make sperms," Kris said, not for the first or
the last time. "Does it feel as good for you as it does for me Uncle Mark?"
he asked. I told him it was pretty darn awesome but that I didn't know
because I couldn't really remember the feelings from when I was his age.

Kris rolled over and kissed me on the lips. "I'm really glad you showed me
about doing this Uncle Mark and I really do want to learn more things to
do." I kissed him back, told him it was my pleasure and that we would see
how things went. Meanwhile my cum was cooling and running and I needed a
shower. Kris's eyes lit up over that prospect and of course he asked if he
could take one too. And of course I said yes.

That day was one that required me to have to work so Kris was left to his
own devices, which never posed a problem. If he wasn't on the X-box then he
was watching a movie, reading or in the pool. Kris and I got plenty of
quality time together so when I had to work he was very good about it. As I
was getting ready to head to my office the front door bell rang and I
opened it to find Adriel, my lawn boy perched on my stoop.

"Hey Mark," the boy said in a voice that hadn't run into puberty yet. He
wore a huge genial smile that showed off his perfectly straight and crystal
white teeth. Those teeth were a heavy contrast to his brown toned skin,
huge dark eyes and the mop of black curly hair that framed his perfectly
smooth, oval face. Adriel was full blood Greek, born in the US of an
immigrant couple who owned a Greek restaurant in town; a very successful
one at that. He had an older brother and sister both of which were out of
high school and were world class model material and at thirteen their
little brother was no different.

To say that the boy was gorgeous really would be a gross understatement and
like his sibling's he didn't seem to notice it or if he did he didn't show
it for he was about the nicest and sweetest boy imaginable. A whole lot
like Kris. Adriel was a rather small thirteen I thought. The boy was barely
five feet and a slender hundred pounds maybe. I didn't know if his family
were late bloomers or if it was just Adriel because his older siblings had
filled out very nicely.

"Is it today Adriel?" I asked and the boy smiled and nodded his head, the
curls bouncing a bit as he did. Adriel did my lawn as well as a number of
other lawns in our upper middle class neighborhood. He'd knocked on my door
about in mid February, clearly getting a jump business, and offered his
services. By way of credential he'd brought my attention to a couple of
other yards he'd done, offering a little photo album for proof. He seemed
to know what he was doing, was cute as all get out and polite to match, so
I gave him a shot and had never regretted it.

"Okay, you're the boss," I told him, waving him into the house. I guess I'd
probably noticed him before, I was human after all but I sort of viewed him
in a different light. As he came through the door I first admired his
narrow chest and flat, taut belly for the boy was shirtless in the mid
morning heat. As he passed I sort of appraised his slender butt, the orbs
nicely outlined in the deep blue satiny material of his sport shorts, and
judged it a ten.

As we passed through the living room on the way through the house, Kris and
Adriel said hello to each other, having been introduced at my house and I
guess, seeing each other in the community on occasion.

"Is Kris naked?" Adriel asked when we passed out of earshot. I nodded my
head. The adorable young thing had been curled up in a chair reading and
while you couldn't really see anything it was pretty clear that the boy
wasn't wearing any clothes. I was only wearing boxers and a long T but
Adriel had seen me dressed thusly on prior occasions.

"Why isn't he wearing any clothes?" the dark skinned beauty went on.

"I guess he doesn't like wearing them if he doesn't have to," I said by way
of explanation, to which the Adriel replied,

"Yeah, I guess I can understand that." Out back I let Adriel into the shed
then went back into the house to work. The sound of the mower cranked up
before I made it to where Kris sat.

"Do you think you might want to at least wear underwear when we have other
people in the house Kris?" I asked. I didn't want to make the boy feel
uncomfortable, which he didn't appear to be in his nudity, nor did I want
to force him into something.

"It's only Adriel Uncle Mark but if you want me to I will," he said,
looking up from his book. I shrugged my shoulders, said he could do what he
wanted I guess and went off to work. About an hour later I ran into a
problem that necessitated my having to go out to COMP USA for some
hardware. I headed into the living room to tell Kris that we had to leave
and didn't see him. a quick search found him outside by the pool still
reading his book although he had put on a pair of deep red brief's.

"Hey Kris," said approaching him, "I need you to get dressed sport. I have
to go get some stuff for my computer." Well there was a minor glitch and
that was that Kris was in a good part of his book and didn't want to have
to leave. He wasn't whining about it, just making a statement. Coming from
a similar background I understood his reluctance and said so but the fact
remained that I needed to go.

"Maybe Adriel could watch me while you're gone," he suggested. I considered
that, reluctantly, but I considered it. I knew that the boy did babysitting
for extra money and given his nature I'd bet that he was pretty good at it
as well as being conscientious. Adriel was raking the lawn on the other
side of the pool so I called him over and asked him.

"Sure Mark, I can do that. I'm almost done too so we can play and stuff,"
he said. What the heck.

"Okay, well I should be back in about forty minutes I told the two boys and
headed in to get dressed. Ten minutes away from the house a thought
occurred to me and when I reached for my back pocket I discovered that I'd
left my wallet on my dresser so I turned around and went back. I went
straight into my room and had no sooner grabbed my wallet when I heard Kris
say,

"Gosh Adriel yours looks like mine." The voice came from the small covered
lanai outside my bedroom. At one end of the house the lanai offered some
privacy from the rest of the back yard. I have filmy white cotton curtains
that block the light but allow me to see out without anyone being able to
see in very easily, not that anyone would be back there anyway. Heavier
drapes were pulled back to the edges of the wall of glass. I left my
sliding glass door open most of the time during the summer to cool the room
down without having to resort to the air-con.

I stepped over closer and through the curtains saw the two boys standing
facing each other, both with their underwear and shorts down just below
their balls and showing off their boyhood pride and joy to each
other. Neither boy was hard although it looked like the older boy was
responding.

Adriel was as appealing between his legs as he was everywhere else. As I
had imagined, his lower belly melted into his pubic bone in a gentle
fashion, the area highlighted by the crease of the separation of hips and
pelvis. He wore a small patch of dark black hair, below which hung a good
five inches of cock that was the same color as the rest of his body, the
head covered by a dark foreskin. His balls were dark as well and formed a
hairless, wrinkled bag beneath his dick.

"You can touch it if you want," the older boy said and of course my little
Kris did not need a second invitation. The little boy reached right out and
took hold of Adriel's thirteen year old cock; slipping his hand underneath
the brown fleshy tube and cupping it in his small hand. Both boys began to
respond fairly quickly at that point, Adriel doing so much faster and
stretching out to his full 5 inch length fairly quickly. My own cock had
the done the very same thing in my shorts. Adriel reached out and took hold
of Kris's little boner and felt the boy up as he was being felt.

"Umm, have you ever seen Mark's?" the older boy asked, causing my eyebrows
to rise considerably. Kris nodded his head in assent then Adriel said, "I
bet its huge isn't it?"  Kris nodded his head and said that he guessed it
might be. "Oh man I'd love to see it," the brown skinned little God said
and I though I was going to faint.  I'd had my share of experiences with
teenage boys when I was one and a handful as an adult but they had been few
and far between. I was more than a little excited at the idea of being with
Adriel.

"Have you ever, umm, like sucked on a cock?" Adriel asked. Kris nodded his
head and I was really scared that he was going to give up the experience
he'd had with me the night before but he didn't. He kept on slowly stroking
on Adriel's full on hard young cock as Adriel did his.

"I only did it once and for three seconds is all." When Adriel asked if
Kris wanted to suck on him, the little guy said he really didn't know how
to do it so Adriel volunteered to teach him. Kris nodded his head and said
okay.

"First you cover your teeth like this," the young teen said, showing Kris
what to do. Then he got to his knees in front of Kris and took hold of his
rampant little cocklet and stroked it a couple of times then leaned forward
and licked at the swollen cock head a few times before putting his mouth
over it. Adriel kept two fingers on Kris's cock and put his other hand on
the boy's butt and began to move back and forth. Kris's eyes closed and the
expression on his smooth cute face clearly told me what he thought and felt
about the whole thing.

Adriel bobbed there a good fifteen seconds before stopping and standing up.

"How was that Kris?" he asked as he absently stroked and squeezed on his
raging boy boner. Kris allowed as how it was the best and wanted to try it
on Adriel, who had no objections to that. As my young boy god dropped to
his knees I shoved my elastic banded shorts and boxers down far enough to
get at my own stone hard cock.

I stroked myself firmly as Kris took hold of Adriel's dark skinned meat,
slid the foreskin back and did exactly what Adriel had done; licked over
the swollen, lighter colored head before taking it into his mouth. I
thought I was gonna cum on the spot. The sight of Kris's perfect lips
closed down on Adriel's cock was incredible and I so wished that it was me
he was sucking.

That Adriel was in heaven was made clear by his moans and in seconds he was
gently fucking into Kris's mouth. Kris took the liberty of playing with the
boy's dusky colored balls as well, tugging on them as I had mine the night
before. All of a sudden Adriel pulled away and took over, his thumb and two
fingers working only under the head of his cock, covering and uncovering
the tip of his cock head. Kris backed away slightly and watched with rapt
attention, his hand still on Adriel's balls. Although Kris was a novice, he
knew what was going to happen. And it did.

Adriel's cock slit was uncovered when the first spasm hit and I watched as
a small stream of sperm shot out and fell to the wooden decking of my
lanai. The rest of his boy honey made its way into the world by mostly
oozing out through his foreskin but with enough force that it landed in a
long drip down his fingers. It was over almost before it began and Adriel
moved to the long stroke, sliding all the way down to the base of his
cock. Then Kris surprised all 3 of us by leaning in and taking Adriel's
spermy cock head into his mouth and sucking him until it became too
sensitive and Adriel back away with a slightly high pitched boy's giggle.

"That was awesome Kris, I never had that happen before," he said as the
adorable little blonde boy stood up.

"I had to Adriel, I wanted to see what sperms taste like. Kinda funny taste
though," he said as if running his tongue around in his mouth and giving
the product a good assessment.  "I need to cum really bad too Adriel," Kris
said and began jacking off as he stood there.

"Let me help," the older boy offered and dropped back down to his knees and
began sucking Kris off, moving his smooth face all the way to Kris's pubic
bone before backing off. He held onto the glorious globes of my ersatz
nephew's butt and encouraged the younger boy to fuck his mouth. Kris didn't
need any further instruction and before long the cute young thing was
humping, moaning, holding onto Adriel's curly head and crying out as his
body went through the throes of a dry orgasm. He wasn't alone although mine
was far from dry. I stroked myself firmly, tugging my nuts as much as my
cock and eventually spitting a half dozen jets of my own thick cum out onto
the carpet before I moved into ooze mode and I had to work at staying on my
feet.

Things were mostly quiet for a solid minute, the only real noise being
Kris's heavy panting. Adriel finally took his mouth away, somewhat
reluctantly it seemed to me, and stood up. His cock had softened a little
bit and once again I admired not just his boyhood charms but all of him. I
wondered if I had a chance of being with him.

Kris fell into Adriel's arms, much as he had my own and thanked him
profusely for helping make him cum. The two boys stood there for a moment
then Kris said that they should probably go do something else in case I
came back. Adriel asked the boy again if there was any chance that he'd
somehow be able to see my cock. Kris said that maybe if they were swimming
when I got back they might convince me to swim with them. Adriel pointed
out that he didn't have a swim suit.

"Exactly," Kris told him, "If we want him to swim naked with us then we'd
already have to be naked." Adriel smiled. I wiped my dick off and tugged my
clothes back into place as I was headed out my bedroom door to get out of
the house. I jumped in my car and took off only to get around the block and
park.

"Okay," I thought to myself, "Is this what I want? What exactly do I want?"

I spend the next ten minutes exploring those two questions. I sensed that
Adriel was trustworthy and wouldn't say anything to anyone about me being
naked around him. However there was still that slim chance. Furthermore
what if the boy wanted to explore other things with me, and I sensed that
wasn't out of the question by any means. If so, was I better off
orchestrating that to take place when Kris wasn't with me, not that I
wouldn't love to be with both adorably cute boys at the same time. I
started the car and drove slowly home thinking that I'd play it by ear and
see what happened. As it would turn out, my orchestration didn't go as
planned.

As I walked slowly through the house the anxiety in my belly began to grow
although when I reached the French doors leading out side I was a little
bit surprised. The boys weren't naked at all, well kind of. Both were
dressed as I'd left them, Kris in his briefs and Adriel in his shorts and
were sitting under an umbrella playing backgammon. I wondered what had
transpired and found out as soon as Kris saw me.

"Uncle Mark can we go swimmin? We waited till you got back cuz we didn't
get permission before you left." Ahh, my ever thoughtful young lad. I
nodded my head,

"Sure you can, thank you for waiting to ask." Kris was a more than able
swimmer and diver but still, he knew that he still had to ask. "Okay but
Adriel doesn't have a swim suit with him. Can we swim naked?" I swear that
the adorable and precocious young thing all but batted his big blue eyes
when he asked.

"Well, yes or you can wear your underwear, whatever you're both comfortable
with." I knew well what Kris was comfortable with but could only guess for
Adriel, although nudity was part of their plan to get me naked as well and
I hadn't yet decided how I was going to deal with that.

Kris jumped up and was out of his briefs before Adriel was upright. I felt
a little bit self conscious about just standing there and watching the
gorgeous thirteen year old undress and I was sure that Adriel was feeling a
little of the same. Kris fixed that by coming right over to me while asking
me to swim with them. I demurred.

"Come Uncle Mark, go swimming with us. You can toss us into the pool like I
like you to do." Still I waffled as I watched Adriel from the corner of my
eye until he stood there facing me in all of his boyhood glory from barely
five feet away. The boy's body was all but perfect; the various muscles
just beginning their definition, although his chest was already there. As I
said before, his dusky belly was flat and taut and sloped gently into his
pubic bone and all that made him boy. His cock hung limply, resting against
the round hairless sac of his adolescent sperm makers, the small nest of
black curls at its base adding a slight contrast to the rest of his smooth
body.

"Well I don't know about that Kris, I mean, I'm an adult after all and
being naked around you is one thing but aahhh, being naked around another
boy is something else."

"It's okay Mark," Adriel piped up in his melodic voice as he walked toward
me, his uncut cock bobbing ever so slightly. "You're a boy just like us,
just a bigger boy is all. Besides, I seen men naked before and I promise I
won't tell anybody if you swim with us, honest." The look on the boy's
smooth cute face was one of classic sincerity.

"As long as you promise Adriel," I said with equal sincerity. "You know
what people would think about it if they knew." He nodded his head and I
acquiesced, stepping away from Kris who had taken my hand when making his
request.

"The fact is I prefer swimming nude as well," I said as I peeled my shirt
off then kicked off my sandals. Both boys watched raptly as I slipped my
shorts and boxers down together then stood up, allowing Adriel to get a
good close up look. The boy practically stared but caught himself and
turned away slightly as if embarrassed to be looking.

"So, let's swim guys," I said, as much to save Adriel as anything else. He
and Kris ran for the pool and I admired his firm tight little butt, the
darker gluteal cleavage hinting at the charms that it was hiding. The boys
hit the water in well executed dives and I was right on their tails.

The boys dove from the board, ran and frolicked and all the while I
watched, admiring the smooth beauty of their youth. I got out of the pool a
few times myself just to allow Adriel to see me as much as possible, as
that had been the goal of the exercise. Of course Kris wanted me to toss
him and I did. Adriel wanted me to try and toss him as well and I gave it
my best shot. Needless to say that in the process of getting him up into a
position to do so I found my self face to face with his boyhood charms and
they were charming. Once he leaned forward and literally planted his fleshy
brown cock against my lips and nose. I was very tempted to swallow him on
the spot but resisted the urge, although my own dick was responding
slightly to the situation.

During a free for all, when we were no more that a jumble of arms and legs
and other body parts, I felt the boy "accidentally" feel my cock as well as
my balls and on more than occasion. I was beginning to think that his
interested went beyond normal boyhood curiosity. I felt myself warming
greatly to the idea. Turn about is fair play and so I returned the favor,
allowing my larger hand to engulph the young teenagers wares and gently
squeeze them. Needless to say it had the desired effect and the next time I
felt it as it got pressed against my thigh, he was full on young boy hard.

I still wasn't sure just where I wanted to go with Adriel. Okay. I did know
where I wanted to go with the hot teen, I just wasn't sure of the when. In
any case I elected to get out of the pool and hit one of the lounge chairs,
both boys complaining, albeit not loudly, that they wanted me to keep
playing with them. I lay down to dry off, my legs spread wide enough that
Adriel, and Kris if he wanted to, could see everything I had. It was kind
of erotic frankly, although I remained in a default state.

The boys played a little longer and at least once seemed to be in a
conspiratorial post, heads close together, but I essentially pretended that
I didn't see them. Kris finally came out of the water and plopped down on a
chair to the right of me and after a moment called out to Adriel to not
worry about it and come sit down. Reluctantly the dark skinned beauty left
the pool and came to the lounge chair on my left, his stone hard young cock
wagging in the air in front of him like a blind man's cane. I chose to look
but not comment.

"I sorta can't help it sometimes Mark," he said, half hiding his rigid
little flesh missile as he sat down.

"Don't worry about Adriel it happens to all of us guys. It just happens
more to boys that adults."

"Why is that Mark, why does it get hard like that all the time and for no
reason sometimes." I explained the maturation process, how it was all so
new to a boy in puberty such as he was and how intense the feelings were
when a boy was hard and especially when he masturbated and the whole world
seemed focused on his hand. It was like that for men to I told him but just
not as intense as it was for young teenage boys.

"It happens to you too Mark?" the boy asked as he absently pushed against
his stiffened dick, moving it in a variety of directions. I admitted that
it did. He was quiet a moment then asked if I jacked off when it got like
that.

"Sure Adriel, most guys jack off their entire lives, just not as much as
they get older. I'll bet that you squirt at least four, maybe five times a
week and sometimes even more." The boy got a sheepish grin but nodded his
head, the drying curls bouncing a little at the movement. Adriel was all
but staring at my crotch so I actually stood up and faced him.

"I know that you're curious Adriel, all boys are, so go ahead and look all
you want, its okay." The boy leaned forward and inspected me like a prime
piece of beef. I suspected that he was dying to touch but I wasn't quite
ready to go there. All the while Kris was watching intently, pushing and
tugging on his fully hardened little cocklet. After a good minute I laid
back down.

"How come our balls are starting to hang down lower Mark? In the pool it
seemed they were, uumm, sort of tighter or something. I noticed it
happening before too?" I went on to explain about testicles and how sperm
was made there and that sperm were actually very fragile and needed to be
kept close to the same temperature. When they were cold the sucked up
tighter to the body to retain heat and when they were warmer they dropped
down so the sperms didn't cook in there. Adriel nodded his head in
understanding, his hand still busy mauling his stiff cock and occasionally
tugging or squeezing at his balls.

"I bet you make a ton of sperm huh Mark?" the boy asked as he unashamedly
slid his foreskin back and forth over his swollen lighter colored cock
head, stroking it a few times. "I mean I only been making sperm for a
little while so I don't make very much but I bet your big balls almost
cause a flood." I chuckled at the analogy.

"I guess it depends on how much is a lot Adriel. Compared to you I suppose
that I do." Now, I have to say that my cock continued to remain limp and
sort of draped onto on hip.

"Would you show me Mark? Would you beat off and shoot your sperm out so I
can see how much a man makes?" I hesitated of course.

"Yeah Uncle Mark," Kris added, getting out of his chair and standing at the
foot of my lounge chair. Kris was stone hard and making no mistake about
what he was doing, standing there in all his beauty in the bright sunlight
and stroking his cock. "Make sperm for us."