Date: Fri, 11 Nov 2016 16:25:51 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Majah And the Amazing Foot Long

This story was initially posted in 2007 and is tied to another recently
posted story titled "Adam's Return To Paradise" It is not meant to even
remotely real. Just a "what if" story that depicts sexual contact between a
male over eighteen and one under eighteen. There is a note at the end of
the chapter. N-joi

Hugs,
Tag_m

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He had the unlikely name of Majah if you can possibly imagine any parents
giving a white boy from New Mexico such a name. I say white boy but I found
out later he had just enough American Indian or possibly Mexican blood to
give him a slight tanned look, a very light brown, so he wasn't exactly
white. The "J" in his name was soft, like in Mah Jong, a sort of "zzhh"
sound, and he liked to be called Maj or Majie.

At barely thirteen, looking maybe 10, Majie was as cute a button and no
bigger than a minute, the top of his spikey brown hair barely reaching my
chin, and I'm only five foot seven. He was a skinny little thing, giving
the impression of being underfed but I'd seen him eat and underfed he
wasn't. Maj had bright blue eyes, a small nose with a few freckles that
were all but invisible. His smile was ever present, his perfect lips a
great frame for bright sparkling white teeth of which the two top front
were slightly crooked.  He was the kind of kid that men and women alike
wanted to cuddle and hold because he was just so fuckin cute. Believe me,
he had no objections to such behaviors, reveling in physical attention.

Majie also had an eleven and a half inch cock.

That's right, you heard me. Eleven. And a half. Inches. Give or take a
fraction.

Circumcised.

With a perfectly shaped and beautifully proportioned head.

I swear to god. I measured it myself as Maj wasn't sure, nor was he
concerned about it. The stupendous appendage wasn't fat necessarily, or
thin, but of a nice girth befitting of the young boys' slender build. But,
because of its length it seemed thinner than it was.

I about shit my pants the first time I saw it and I'm still amazed to this
day when I cast my gaze on the cute little boy with a python hanging gently
between his slender thighs, and almost between his knobby knees.

How do I know this, you ask? Well, therein lies the story.

Majah and his single mother showed up at my small, 2 story 14 unit,
apartment building one day in early June and rented a large one bedroom.
The building clientele is middle aged or older, many of them are single
women so our environment is pretty quiet most of the time. It's not that I
don't like children, it's just the way things have worked out the past five
years or so. Given than, I was leery of renting to a young single woman
with a small boy but they both presented well. Nicely dressed, quiet and
soft spoken, I felt they might fit in okay, not disrupting the serenity of
our humble home.

And, the apartment had been empty for two months, something I'm never
comfortable with since the apartment building is my primary source of
income.

Majah's mother, Serena, worked a low level secretary type job in one of the
business buildings downtown having transferred here from somewhere in the
southwestern US. Her application listed another source of income but what
it was, was not made clear, nor was it any of my business.

I ended up with Maj sort of by default. His mother was gone all day and
sometimes into the night, the latter on dates I supposed. I mean, hell, she
was young, not uncomely so I was sure she wasn't at a loss for male
company. If she was, much to her credit, she didn't bring her date's home,
although it did create a situation where her son was alone a lot.

I spend much of day cleaning and pruning the walled grounds of my little
domain, keeping the gardens and walkways tidy and looking sharp. It was
early one morning that Maj approached me there as I was weeding.  He had
walked up and just stood politely watching me until I looked up at him and
was presented with his signature smile. He introduced himself, asking that
I call him by one of his nicknames, which turned out to be Maj most of the
time. I told him he could call me Eli, short for Elijah and we became fast
friends almost from the start.

Not having a thing to do, not knowing anyone or where to go, he offered to
help me in my chores, something I was a little loathe to do because it gave
me a great deal pleasure. It actually gave me more pleasure than my custom
built Harley. I made the decision because I felt sorry for him but also
because he was so fucking sweet and so fucking cute. I loved boys. Always
had. I just hadn't pursued them although I had more than my share of male
encounters with adults.  Still I did have more than a few encounters with
teenage boys and relished them in my memory over the years. In all fairness
however, I didn't engage Maj's help for that reason, I just enjoy boys,
even in nonsexual situations.

On that first day I found out a great deal about the boy since he was full
on outgoing and willing to chatter along about himself. I was totally
astounded to learn that he was thirteen, having reached that milestone in
Memorial Day. I tried not to look too surprised at this but he went on to
say that most people had always figured him to be much younger than he
was. But he didn't seem to mind. I found that he had been raised mostly by
his mother's parents in rural New Mexico, his school being a three room
affair that taught six grades.

His grandparents were good Christian people who had worked their farm for
years before leasing out the thousand acres and retiring on it. He had few
friends, no close neighbors so spent most of his young life fairly
sheltered.  Apparently his mother came and went, trying to set down some
roots in order to provide some solidarity for Maj but always falling
short. So, the boy lived mostly with his grandparents and from time to time
with his seemingly brainless mother. And here she was, trying to make it
work once more time only this time she moved four thousand miles away from
home not four hundred.

Her general method was to attempt her parenting skills during the
summer. Within three months it would have failed for whatever reason and
Majie would be back with his grandparents so it turned out almost like a
summer vacation with mom. Whether or not Serena planned it that way was is
open to question but it did keep Majah's schooling consistent and there was
a lot to be said for that.

So now, Maj was slated to enter seventh grade, he was on an island four
thousand miles from the security of his grandparents and he was a little
bit concerned about that. That he told me this entire story before lunch on
our first time together was testimony to the boy's concerns and fears,
although at no time during the discussion did he actually vocalize serious
fear or worry but it was certainly implied. At least I picked up on it.

The boy worked well with me I thought, following directions and doing as he
was asked with seemingly endless energy. I noticed on more than one
occasion that he tugged at his groin through his baggy pants, something
many adolescent boys did. For the most part I didn't think a lot about it
but it got to where I wondered if he was okay, although he didn't appear to
be in distress nor did he say he needed to go to the bathroom or to quit
working with me and leave for his own apartment. So I shined it on.

It came time to break for lunch and I invited him up to my apartment, which
was the third level of the building. I had the two apartments combined into
one when I bought the apartment building so it was done to my
specifications, meaning it was a large, and very open floor plan, both
inside and to the outside, which had no walls separating the living area
from the patio area.  Almost eleven hundred square feet in size, the patio
especially was my haven, my sanctuary. The entire perimeter was a box hedge
four feet high. Trees, chosen for their smaller but full foliaged stature,
dotted the area providing shady areas and creating a very park like
atmosphere three stories above ground. There was also a small swimming pool
that had needed complete renovation but was now fully functional and used
oft used along with a hot tub.

Despite its height, we were perched on a hillside so there were no other
buildings near by that were taller so the unobstructed view during the day
was ocean and the high hotels and condos of the tourist area, Waikiki. At
night the view was lots of lights and quite beautiful. The overall layout
also allowed me to run naked whenever I chose without fear of being
observed by anyone unless they were using binoculars in one of the much
taller buildings over a half-mile away. And who gave a flying fuck anyway.

Majie roamed around all the while exclaiming how great the place was, then
settled down and chatted with me while I finished preparing sandwiches,
chips and soda for our meal which we would eat out on the patio. I noticed
a few times then, and even during the meal that he tugged at his crotch and
again, I chose not to mention anything to the boy but I was beginning to
wonder about a possible health concern. After lunch we continued to sit
under a large shade tree on the patio and sipped raspberry iced tea and
again, Maj tugged at his groin. I finally decided to make the plunge.

"Maj," I said softly, "I don't want to get personal but I notice that you
seem to have a problem down there," and I pointed to his groin. "Are you
okay, do you have a problem or is there some way I can help you?"

The cute little guy was quiet for a moment then explained,

"Well, my underwear is kinda uncomfortable so I kinda have to keep tryin to
make it more comfortable. I think it's cause they're too small for me. I
told my mom I needed some new ones but she hasn't done anything about it"

"Aahhhhhhh," I said nodding my head. "Well then, that makes sense, I've had
that problem myself. May I ask what kind of underwear you wear."

"Uummm, I think they're called briefs, you know, regular underwear that
aren't boxers."

I nodded my head again then asked, "Well, maybe boxers would be more
comfortable for you" I suggested.

"No, I don't like boxers very much, they aren't comfortable to me."

"Okay" I said, "I can understand that, I don't like them either. I prefer
to feel a little more...secure if you know what I mean, not have everything
kind of wobbling around."  I couldn't think of a more delicate way to
phrase it.

He nodded his and smiled, "yeah, me either." He didn't seem the least bit
phased by the topic of discussion, which surprised me a little bit.

"You know," I went on, "I wear boxer briefs. They're cotton like briefs,
they have elastic leg bands like briefs, but the front part, the pouch area
is larger and not as tight fitting as briefs. Maybe that would be something
you could try out. You're welcome to try on a pair of mine if you like. I
know I'm bigger in the waist than you are but at least it might give you an
idea of how they might fit and if you like them we can go to the Jockey
store and pick some up in your size."  I didn't expect they would fit the
smaller boy perfectly but hey, I had a thirty inch waist, and was in pretty
good shape for an almost forty year old so the idea would probably serve
its purpose.

Maj seemed to give that a little thought then said that yeah, he might want
to try that.

I smiled and stood, he stood with me and I ruffled his hair and told him
all he needed to do was ask and I'd make it happen for him. We returned to
our duties and knocked off about five and I thanked him profusely for his
help, again, ruffling his hair, which he seemed to enjoy greatly.  Maj
headed to his apartment and I went up to mine.  I left him with the open
invitation to come up any time he wanted. There was also the understanding
that if I was busy or couldn't have him stay for whatever reason, I would
let him know that, and he'd understand. He agreed that would work out okay.

The next few days were much the same, Maj and I working together in an easy
companionable way. He seemed to enjoy the work and even more, he seemed to
enjoy the close physical contact with me, often placing himself right next
to me and even initiating bodily contact. On the third day I suggested that
we take the afternoon off and use the pool or go to the beach, which was
only a half dozen blocks away. Maj was very excited about the beach idea
and ran off to his apartment to change and was knocking on my gate ten
minutes later. I bussed him in and when I came out of my bedroom saw him
standing at the edge of the living room and patio. He turned when I
approached and I got my first glimpse of his body.

Although he was small, his body was nicely defined, firm in the chest with
small areola's and brown nubs of nipples. His belly had no fat, was slim,
his abs well defined, from farm work I imagined, and sloping nicely into
the waistband of his dark blue swim trunks, the kind of trunks we all wore
as kids, loose in the leg with the netting inside to hold your stuff in
place. His legs were slender but looked okay on him, the slight brown of
his skin detracting from the skinniness that pure white would have
enhanced. I did glance at his package and noticed as he walked that there
didn't seem to be an excess of loose fabric, the whole package seemed to be
sort of solid which was sort of unusual given his size and age but I didn't
think much more about it.

We went downstairs and climbed on my bike, a low slung 5 year old Harley,
and headed out, Maj's arms around my waist, his finger tips slightly inside
the waistband of my board shorts. He held on tightly, laughing melodically
in my ear as we picked up speed.  Having a bike allowed me a wider choice
of where to park, often at the edge of or even in the red no parking
zones. The city has an extreme parking problem so the traffic cops allow
bikes a lot of latitude.

The beach wasn't crowded, the waves were about two to three feet, and Maj
played like the child he was, diving into waves or letting them hit him and
toss him freely about. We played together as well, pushing and dunking and
all those other beach kind of games that people play. He asked to ride on
my shoulders into the oncoming waves and we gave that a couple of tries
which gave me the first indication that perhaps that area hidden from view
wasn't necessarily proportionate to the rest of his diminutive anatomy. I
mean, I could definitely feel pressure on my neck from him and that
surprised me.

I also spent some time throwing him into the oncoming waves, picking him up
in my arms and tossing him. I'm fairly strong and he was quite light so it
wasn't a problem. He held onto my neck when I lifted him, our faces being
quite close and once or twice he held on tight, feigning fear of being
tossed into the water, laughing and giggling the whole time. At one point I
actually found myself getting hard from the close contact with him and had
to make sure that it died back down before getting into shallower water. We
lay for a while on the beach drying off before heading back to the
apartment where Maj followed me up stairs as opposed to going to his own
place.

I have an outdoor shower nozzle in one corner of the patio for rinsing off
sand and salt from beach trips and went directly to it for that purpose
taking care to rinse my crotch and my ass as sand has a way of collecting
in every crease and crevice. Maj watched carefully and when I got out to
dry he stepped under the spray and went through the same motions I had.  I
was drying off in front of him then did as many people do in the presence
of others and wrapped the large beach towel around my waist, reached up
underneath and tugged my swimwear off. I cast the board shorts to the side
then went about drying my intimate parts with the towel still at my
waist. Again, Maj followed my lead and when he cast of his trunks he almost
sighed as he dried off his crotch. I tried not to stare or appear to watch
his intimate areas although I was very curious indeed. I became even more
curious when he stood up and there wasn't much of a bump in the towel where
his cock would normally be, like mine was.

"Gosh Eli it feels so comfortable to not have clothes on sometimes," he
said as he rubbed gently on the front of the towel in a smoothing down sort
of motion. "Sometimes when I'm home alone I don't wear clothes and I almost
always sleep naked." He said this all quite unselfconsciously and without
any hint of sexuality about it. I guessed he was referring to his tight
underwear and how it was so much more comfortable for him without it.

"Well Majie, I can understand that totally. In fact, I often wander around
here without clothes on."

"You do," he asked with perhaps a small bit of relief in his young voice.

"I do," I responded. There was a moment of silence as we sat side by side
on our lounge chairs. "You know Maj, I don't want this to sound weird or
any thing but I feel like we know each other well enough that I can say
it. If being naked is more comfortable for you then I'm okay with that and
you can feel free to be naked anytime you're here if you want. In fact, if
it would make you feel more comfortable, I'm not opposed to wandering
around in the nude too, just so you don't feel alone or anything. Your call
Majie, your choice."

He didn't respond right away but finally said, "D'you really mean that Eli?
It really would be okay with you if I didn't wear clothes when I was here?
Or maybe just wore a towel like now maybe."

"You bet Maj, what ever you need to do to feel comfortable is fine with
me."  He seemed to dwell on that for a little while as I got up and went
into the kitchen and grabbed a couple of glasses of raspberry iced
tea. When I returned he had taken the towel off and it was lying casually
across his lap and down to his knees, although one thin leg was draped over
the edge of the lounge revealing flesh almost to his hip.  He took the
offered mug of liquid, thanking me.

"I've never been naked in front of anyone Eli, never. I've never seen
anyone else naked either. I think I'd like to maybe try it, I think it'd be
okay but it's a little scary, ya know?" He made the statements quite
casually, no fear or excitement, like he was considering trying a new
vegetable or something.

I chuckled and told him that I wasn't exactly in the habit of wandering
around starkers in front of others either so it would be a little bit scary
at first for me too.

He laughed and we sipped our iced tea in silence for a bit. Then he said,

"You know Eli, if it's okay with you, I think I'd like to try on that
underwear you told me about."

"Okay," I said. I got up and headed to my room, returning a moment later
with a clean pair of gray boxer briefs which I draped over his shoulder and
he took with his hand.

"You can go in the bathroom to put them on if you want Maj or I can leave
for a minute." The boy looked back over his shoulder and smiled at me as I
passed by him.

"No, that's okay Eli, I'm okay." So I lay back on my lounge chair while he
held the briefs up in front of him. His chair was next to mine, about three
feet separating them and he sat up, swung his legs over the side away from
me and stood up, leaving the towel on the lounge. I looked appreciatively
at his slim little boy's ass as, bent over, he lifted a foot to put through
a leg of the underwear.

It happened so fast that I wasn't sure I saw what it was that I thought I
saw. You know, like, you saw something but the idea of what you thought you
saw is so outlandish that you feel kind of foolish even thinking about what
you thought you saw. And I thought I saw movement between the boys slender
tanned legs but the movement wasn't all that far above his knee. I shook my
head, like I was clearing cobwebs out or something and by that time Maj had
his other foot through the other leg and was pulling the cloth up over that
delicious little butt and then standing up and working at readjusting
himself in them. A lot of readjusting I thought for such a little guy.
Then he turned around.

It's hard to really describe what I was looking at. I mean, remember, this
little pixie was no more than four foot eight and ninety pounds of almost
rail thin and extremely cute little boy. My underwear were too big at the
waist for the boy so he held them up as he looked down then at me and asked
how they looked.

`How they looked' I thought to myself, `was fucking full.' The pouch was
pushed out as was the cloth of one leg. `Fucking A' I thought to myself as
I all but stared.

"Uummmm well Maj," I drawled, "it looks like they might be a little better
than what you were wearing before," I said slowly.

"Well they feel better through here," he said as he rubbed on the bulge of
his groin. He let go of the waistband and the weight of the package pulled
the front of the underwear down fully exposing the V of his pubis and the
small amount of short brown hairs that were growing there. It seemed that
the base of his cock and his hips were the only thing preventing the
underwear from falling all the way down. He looked at me and smiled and
said,

"Well maybe a smaller pair would work, maybe we could go get some and try
them Eli, okay?" I nodded my head in agreement as he pulled the cloth all
the way off, letting them fall to the floor and he stepped out of them then
bent down, picked them up and reaching out to hand them too me.

"Thanks though Eli," he said, his smile continuing on.

All I could do was stare at the wonder a mere four feet from my face.  It
was almost a caricature, one of those cartoons where the artist enhances
the more prominent parts of the models' face. Hanging between that slender,
small, cute as hell, boy's legs was the longest cock I had ever seen in
true life. I'd seen things like that on the internet but generally on a man
and not a boy and certainly not this young, this small.

It hung almost to his knobby knees, the slender light brown flesh
contrasting slightly with the darker tanned skin of his slender legs. It
wasn't really very thick, probably about three to four inches around and
the head at the end, a perfect size for the penis attached to it.  At the
base of that garden hose was the beginning of a small nest of downy looking
brown hairs and underneath all that his boy balls. Fortunately, I thought,
their size wasn't proportionate to his cock, otherwise it really would have
made him look like a freak. As it was, they weren't small but of a medium
size, hairless, and hanging low between his pale inner thighs.

I heard him say something then had to shake myself and get back to reality.

"Are you okay Eli, is something wrong?" he came around the chaise lounge to
stand in front of me, the snake only a foot from my prying eyes.

"No. No Maj it's just that seeing you naked startled me that's all. I just
wasn't expecting that, that's all."

"What Eli, what weren't you expecting?" he asked, concern creeping into his
young voice and making it seem higher than it already was.

"Well Maj, the size of your penis, I mean, it's huge, it's bigger than
anything I've ever seen and I just wasn't expecting to see something that
big on a young boy."

He looked down at the snake hanging between his legs then back at me.

"You mean everyone doesn't look like this Eli," he asked curiously.

"Uummmm no, Maj, in fact very few men, even adult men have what you have."
I felt compelled to show him what I meant and undid my own towel and let it
fall open, exposing my six and a half inch, fat cock to the boy.

He looked down at mine, then at his again, then at me. "Wow Eli, you're
right they are different. Why is that?"

I explained to him that it was genetics and that sometimes abnormal things
happened to an individual that made them stand out from others and that
what he had between his legs, only about one male out of a million probably
had.

He got sort of a pained expression on his face then said, "Does that mean
I'm a freak Eli."  I went to him and pulled him to me and held him, his
pretty little blonde head pressed into my chest.

"No Majie, you're not a freak, okay? Yes, you have what very few guys have
and most would love to have. As you grow into a man, the rest of your body
will grow, although I would think that your penis has probably gotten as
big as it will. Anyway, when you are a man, it won't look quite so out of
place as it does now. No worry though, since no one else knows about it
you're secret is safe with me."

He hugged me tightly and said into my chest, "Thank you Eli, thank you for
being my friend."

I loved holding him, feeling the warmth of his little body against me. The
down side was that it was also going to give me a woody which would become
quite noticeable if I didn't break away from him. I broke the hug and
looked at him.

"Well, I guess we got over the scary part about bein naked huh?" I said
with a smile. He smiled back at me, nodding his pretty little head.

He looked down at my cock, which was waking up a little bit then commented,

"Yours is fatter than mine is though Eli," and at that he gripped onto my
cock and squeezed it, holding his in his other hand. "Gosh it's getting
bigger Eli."

"Yeah Maj, it does that when someone holds onto it like you're doing." And
to demonstrate I took hold of his monster cock about half way down it's
length and squeezed it gently as he was doing to me. I moved my hand
farther down toward the head and felt his young flesh begin to respond to
the warmth and pressure of my hand. Knowing I was the first person to touch
him made my own cock harden even quicker.

I liked how his cock felt but damn the thing was so fucking long. I reached
down and grabbed onto it with my other hand and still there was flesh
extending beyond both of my close fists. Jesus Christ on a cracker I was
looking at the 8th wonder of the world. Hell I was holding it

"That feels good Eli, you're hands on my thing like that." he whispered,
feelings of young sexuality beginning to flow through his body. "I kinda of
like how yours feels in my hand too," he said as he continued to squeeze on
my now, almost full hard cock. "The head is so much fatter than mine too
Eli and so are your balls," and at that he hefted my fat nuts with his free
hand.  It was interesting to note that despite the boys' seemingly
sheltered life at least he'd been around enough boys to have learned the
slang terms. I wondered how much more he actually knew.

The flesh in my hand continued to harden quickly and it wasn't long before
I held it upward, stroking it gently with both hands, which was akin to
stroking a baseball bat. I swear the kid could have bent over and sucked
his own cock and not just the head either. Damn!

Maj began breathing faster, he looked up into my eyes, his hands still
fondling me. I could see the intense feeling that were ripping through his
young virgin body being reflected in his facial expressions and his body
language. I gently stroked the sausage in my hands while thinking to myself
that this was the first cock that I could hold both fists around as I
jacked it.

Like most inexperienced young boys Majie mimicked me, doing to me what I
was doing to him. The boy began to gently stroke me but of course he only
needed one hand, not both. And like most males, not just boys, his eyes
were pretty much glued to what we were doing.

"God Eli," he whispered, "the head is really red. My dick head gets like
that too sometimes, when it's really, really hard. Why does it do that Eli,
get so red I mean?"  He didn't wait for an answer. "Gosh this feels so good
Eli. I never done this to my cock before, moved my hand on it like this."

I had a few questions of my own for the boy but I didn't think that right
then was the time to play 20 questions. Unless I missed my guess the barely
teenaged boy should be about ready for and orgasm. And unless I missed my
second guess I would bet that it was going to be his first sperming. Now
that even was always special. Sure enough.

"What's happening Eli; I feel strange, I'm getting butterflies in my belly,
oh gosh my thing is tickling so bad oh man Eli, oh man, it feels like I'm
gonna pee oh gosh." I felt the club in my hands thicken and looked down
just in time to see a white glob of goo fly out the head and hit me in the
belly. I continued to stroke his firm young cock, encouraging another
squirt of sperm that landed almost next to the first one, and then the slit
dribbled a little, the watery liquid running down the underside of the head
then falling onto my wrist.

He looked into my eyes again, the pretty blue orbs full of trust. "What
happened Eli, what did you do to me?"

"Well Majie," I smiled back at him, "you just came; you just made
sperms. That hasn't that ever happened to you before has it, the white
stuff coming out of your cock?"

He shook his head as he told me no, nothing like that had ever
happened. He'd had some real funny feelings some times lately when it got
all hard like it was now but nothing like what just happened.  "Nothing has
ever come out of dick but pee Eli," he said, his smooth young face a mask
of sincerity. He look so serious that I almost laughed.

I gave a brief, and I do mean brief, explanation of that particular body
function.

"Well, that felt so good Eli you're doing that to me, gosh. Does it feel as
good to you too when I hold your thing like I am and move it like this?" He
was stroking me as I had stroked him and I told him that yes, it felt
really great what he was doing and if he kept it up then I would make sperm
just like he had.

"I want to see your thing do that Eli, should I keep on doing this, am I
doing it right," and he kept right on, his eyes now intent on his work and
not having eye contact with me. I continued holding on to his hose pipe
which hadn't lost much of it's firmness in my hand so that, plus having
this darling cute young thing jacking me off I knew it wouldn't take long
before I came. About a minute later I was at the edge.

"It's gonna happen Maj," I said lustily, "I'm gonna cum, hold it tighter
Maj, stroke it faster, oh my god." The boy picked up speed and all of a
sudden my cock was blasting its load straight out and onto Maj's flat firm
lower belly in five or six jets, where most of it stuck. Before my cock was
done some of the sperm started running slowly down toward his sparse pubic
hair. My knees were weak, I though I was gonna drop to the floor the
feelings were so fucking intense.

The ejaculation finally stopped, I finally let go of Maj's cock which stood
out from his slender body like an oversized limb on a small tree. Mine
wasn't losing any of its vigor either.

"Gosh Eli that was awesome oh man can we do that again will I make that
much stuff when I get older, gosh you sure made a lot of it, look it's all
over me." I would learn that when Majie got wound up he rattled of
questions or statement. He looked down at the goo on his belly and ran his
finger through it then put the finger to his nose and smelled it, then put
it to his lips and took a small taste. As the boy did that I answered his
questions.

"Yes Majie you'll make more and more sperm as you get older and yes we can
do that again. In fact there are lots of thing we can do that feel just as
good and even better, that is if you want to try em" I said to him.

He smiled and pressed into me, hugging me fiercely, his big hard cock
sticking out sideways from between our bodies far enough to hang a towel
on. "Thanks Eli," he said, his voice muffled because his mouth was pressed
again body. When he broke away he said,

"Oh look I got your stuff all over your belly Eli, I'm sorry." I told him
not to worry that it washed off easily. "In fact, why don't we go take a
shower Maj?"  The darling little thing agreed so I took his hand and I led
him into my bathroom and turned on the nozzles in the large open room like
area that I call a shower. Actually, I only turned on one of the three sets
of shower heads, not wanting to overwhelm my young lover boy.

Once I got us soaked I squirted liquid soap into my hands, guided him out
of the spray and proceeded to wash him down, starting at his neck, working
down his shoulders and back, adding a little bit of massage as I went. I
added soap as I needed, washing down his legs, doing his feet before
turning him around, his magnificent cock almost slapping me in the face and
causing Majie to laugh as I ducked away from the swinging appendage.

I started at his smooth young face, gently rubbing his skin but staying
away from his eyes and his mouth. I moved down onto his slender but firm
chest, did his armpits which made him squirm and laugh. I then massaged his
breasts and rubbed on his nipples, the first sexual attention I had paid
him. since we'd jacked each other off and squirted.

"Oh gosh that feels so sensitive Eli, I didn't know that nipples could feel
like that." I tweaked one of the little nubs a little harder and he moaned,
the first sexually induced moan of his short life and if I had anything to
say about it, the first of many.

Applying more soap to my hands, I moved to his firm and gently rounded
belly, then down onto his pubic bone and into his little hair patch,
feeling the downy softness of his fuzz. I slid my hands down the inside of
his thighs causing his hairless balls to graze the backs of my hands and
then moved one hand backwards to his asshole while the other gently kneaded
and soaped his smooth young balls. He spread his legs automatically, giving
me much access and I washed back and forth under his crotch. I allowed my
fingers to move back and forth across his tight virgin little hole,
reveling in the fact that I was the first to touch his puckered muscle.

Majie's boner was at full stand and leaning against my stomach, his hand on
my shoulders to prevent his falling over as erotic, horny, sexy feelings
poured through his body, possibly even probably for the first time. He
moaned softly, his eyes closed as I stroked on him. I continued to work on
his ass hole while my other hand stroked and washed the long hard fleshy
pole that was standing up between us.

"Gosh it feels really good when you touch my bottom like that. I never ever
thought that spot would feel so good Eli, gosh." I told him there was even
better feeling to be had in that area and I would show them to him later.

I finally decided to stop, moved him under the spray and began rinsing his
small firm body off, making sure that I got inside every little nook and
cranny while eliciting more moans.  I soaped my hands and started washing
myself but Maj stopped me, requesting that he be allowed to do so stood
still and let him have his way with me.

He was quite gentle as well as thorough and pretty much duplicated the
things I did to him, even making sure that he did my asshole, which he did
with vigor. He stroked my cock, fondled my balls and generally gave me a
thorough going over before directing me under the shower and getting me
rinsed off.

Once done, we stepped out, did a quick dry then went back out to lay on the
chaise lounges, both of us fully engorged, Majie's stretched out beyond his
belly button and almost to his fucking nipples. Christ that thing was big.

As we lay there, we both looked at each other, unashamedly, drinking in the
sight of each other's hard cocks. I asked Maj if he'd ever sucked his own
cock. I mean, what the fuck, the thing was practically in his face when it
was hard. Self sucking was a logical assumption but he said no, he never
had, it never occurred to him, which also meant that he'd never been sucked
off nor had he ever sucked another cock.

"What's it like Eli, having your thing, your cock, sucked on like that," he
asked as he absently stroked on his big hard cock or fondled his balls. I
told him it felt great whether you were doing it and having it done.

"Is it something that you would be willing to try Majie," I asked him, "To
have me suck on your cock and maybe you try to suck on mine."

"Yeah," he said with a huge smile, "I'd like to."

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I hope you enjoyed this. I actually know a small 13 year old boy who also
has an unusual name much like Majah's which is what prompted the story. The
boy has huge feet, which of course myth tells us, means that he has a
huge...	I seriously doubt that and have absolutely NO intention what so
ever of trying to find out. It would spoil the fantasy. Let me know what
you think and whether I should continue.

Hugs
Tag_m