Date: Sat, 16 Jan 2010 07:14:16 -0800 (PST)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Morgan

Another story of man and boy and graphic sex. If you stay, you're
responsible for any feelings that are generated from reading the story.
There is no truth to this story at all. I did dream about Morgan and some
of the scenes in the story but that's all. AND, it isn't alluding to
Morgan, the hunky young porn sensation of the 70's. Excerpts for other
stories are at the end of this one.  That being said; N-Joi

Hugs
tag

It was without a doubt the single most unusual experience in my life, and
believe me, being a gay man in the late 60's and into the 70's I'd had a
fair amount of unusual and sometimes hard to believe experiences. It was a
time of free love which meant a lot of sexploration and coupled with the
Stonewall riot in New York well, as I said, there were a great many
opportunities.

I was going to a rock concert that summer night but instead of driving all
the way home afterward I had elected to stay the night at a motel that was
fairly close to the interstate but still off of the beaten path. Actually
it was called a motor hotel, one of those places that started popping up
alongside major highways all across the American countryside during the
50's. People at that time were just starting to become more mobile,
electing to drive themselves instead of using the usual public
transportation. Instead of rooms the place I had chosen were individual
cabins that, on the whole, were fairly spacious. They were set in pairs
amongst trees, a very rustic sort of setting.

I checked in just after lunch and was sitting on an Adirondack chair on the
tiny front stoop just killing time when a VW micro bus pulled up, going
slowly and checking the cabin numbers. A typical red body and white roof,
it had the classic louvered side windows and I could see that someone was
riding shotgun. The driver, who seemed to me wasn't old to have had a
license for more than a half hour, asked if the cabin was number 8. I
noticed that his voice sounded like it hadn't seen puberty for very long
which was consistent with my first thought about his driver's license. I
said that it was, he nodded his head in thanks then parked in the
appropriate slot next to my car.

The boys got out and it. His buddy didn't look any older. Both were as
smooth faced as could be, the driver sporting dark brown hair that went
past his shoulders. The boy with him was blond, his hair a thick and
somewhat shaggy mop that was reminiscent of the surfer boy style of a few
years before, easily covering his ears and almost falling into what turned
out to be magnificent blue eyes.  Both boys were slender, the driver stood
a solid 5'7 and the blond a little shorter than that, and were dressed in
the typical teenage uniform of 501's, sneakers and t-shirts with rock band
logos; one of Grand Funk Railroad and the other the cover from the Led I
album.

As they came by me the blond smiled, asked how it was going and answered
"cool" after I said "okay". As they continued passed I focused on their
delicious little asses then noticed that the blond leaned into his friend
and said something. As he waited while his friend fought with the lock on
the door of their cabin the blond looked back toward me, nodded and smiled,
holding my gaze until the door was opened and he slipped inside. I found
that whole thing quite interesting.

They came back out a few minutes later, wandered back by me to their van
then came back, each with a travel bag in their hand. They had scoped out
my car on the way by, a 67 Dart, and must have noticed the bumper stickers,
one that said "The Doors of Perception" another one that says "Clapton is
God".

"You're a Doors Fan," the blond boy stated as they stopped in front of
me. I nodded my head. "So, are you going to the concert tonight?" I said
that I was and he said "us too."  The conversation extended to where are
you from and it turned out that we were from the same mid sized town 2
hours away. I said that I was on summer break from state university which
led to a discussion of ages; me being 22, the driver as I suspected was
barely 16 while the blond boy had just turned 15 the week before. "This
concert is a birthday present from my gramma," he explained. His voice was
deeper that what I would have expected for a boy his age, certainly deeper
than his friend's.

"My name is Morgan by the way and this is Jeremy." We did the handshake
thing that was typical of the day; hooking our thumbs together and wrapping
our finger across the back of the other person's hand.

"I'm Colin," I told them.

"Well, we got hours before we have to leave," Jeremy said, "you wanna do a
number with us Colin?" I shrugged my shoulders, said sure. I wasn't a
really big pot smoker but I indulged from time to time and the prospect of
hanging out with other people instead being by myself was appealing. The
fact that my new found friends were a couple of really cute teenage boys
certainly helped in the decision making process.

We walked over to the micro-bus and climbed inside, leaving the two side
doors open. The middle seat had been removed so there was plenty of room to
loll about on the floor which was covered in a deep blue shag
carpet. Morgan sat with his back against the rear seat while Jeremy pulled
one of those bank deposit bags out from behind a corner of the paneling and
started rolling a joint while I looked around.

The thing was pretty well decked out. The walls were paneled up to the
windows which had curtains of an American flag design, all of which were
pulled back so that light streamed inside. The ceiling had one of those
retractable sun roofs that were made of a heavy canvas or something and
this one was wide open. The windshield was split and each side could open
outward separately. When I glanced back at Morgan he was watching his buddy
pretty intently while one hand seemed to be absently pushing at the red
print cloth that had been used to patch the crotch of his well worn
jeans. I said push but he was also sort of cupping at his stuff as well. He
saw that I had noticed what he was doing but didn't seem the least bit
concerned about it.

"Do you think it's safe to burn this here or should we go into the woods,"
Jeremy said as he did final twist on the ends of the joint. I poked my head
up and looked around, didn't see anyone but there were 2 other sets of
cabins within eye shot. I suggested that we adjourn to the woods just to be
on the safe side. We climbed out, locked the doors of the bus then followed
a trail about 100 feet into the woods where we agreed that, unless someone
was playing Robin Hood of the forest, we should be out of view from
anybody.

We spent the next 5 minutes in the usual pot smoking ritual; inhale deeply,
hold it in while passing the joint to the next guy then exhale forcefully
when the joint got back around to you and doing it again. There wasn't much
conversation and what was said was done so in a high pitched voice designed
to speak without exhaling and thus losing your smoke. We managed about four
good hits apiece and another little toke each off the roach. Jeremy pinched
the last little bit out with his fingers then dropped it on the ground and
proceeded to unbutton his jeans, hauled his dick out and pissed on it but
he was turned slightly so that I couldn't see his stuff. Morgan, on the
other hand, was facing his friend, gave a casual glance at Jeremy's crotch
then looked at me.

"A regular boy scout isn't he," the boy said with a smile. His left hand
continued to work at his own crotch and I couldn't help glancing at it. I'd
cast a few looks while we smoked and the kid had a nice package going on. I
would have loved to see it but didn't imagine that was going to be
possible. I mean, he didn't seem like a gay boy but then, who did. I knew
that I didn't look, act or sound queer but I damn sure was. I knew it when
I was like, 9 years old, and I'd been sexually active since I was 12.

We headed back to the cabins and I was asked if I wanted to join them in
their cabin and listen to some tunes. I didn't have anything else to do so
I said that sounded cool. Back at his bus Jeremy opened the back and pulled
out a stereo system; a small receiver and cassette deck combo and a pair of
speakers. Morgan reached in and grabbed a couple of tape boxes, one of
which he handed to me, then grabbed what appeared to be a folded blanket,
purple at that, and we followed Jeremy to their cabin; Jeremy of the
slender ass clan.

Boys with asses that narrow always amazed me. I wasn't a fatty by any means
but my inseam wasn't twice the inches of my waist. If that kid was wearing
a men's 27 inch waist I'd be surprised. Morgan on the other hand was a
little stockier, had what appeared to be a little more of a bubble butt.

Inside their cabin Morgan flopped down on the sofa while Jeremy set the
stereo up which took about a minute. He asked what I wanted to hear, I
shrugged my shoulder and said anything he wanted as long as it wasn't Tull.

"I don't like him either," Morgan said from his corner on the sofa, "I
fucking hate Jethro Tull." To many people the band was identified as a man
named Jethro Tull and not the name of the group. What went in was one of
the cassette's from the Woodstock set which led to a discussion around
"who's your favorite band," "album" etc. Morgan kicked off his shoes and
socks, which seemed like a good idea, so I did the same as did Jeremy. I
was surprised though when the young teen tugged his t-shirt off as well.

"I seem to get warm really easy when I smoke pot," he said by way of an
answer. I was sitting on the other end of the sofa which also faced where
Jeremy was sitting and caught what looked like a raised eyebrow, as if
questioning his friend's statement. As we talked Morgan seemed a little
fidgety and his hand trailed back and forth across his chest and abdomen,
both of which appeared nicely defined.

The discussion went on, moving into the arena of personalities and band
antics which included some of the stories about Led Zeppelin's behavior
during their stay at the Edgewater in Seattle. Morgan said he'd heard that
the plaster casters were at their hotel and when they saw Plant's cock one
of them said "Ho he's mucho grande". I said that I'd heard that story too
and judging from some of the photograph's I had seen of him it did look as
though Robert was hung pretty well. Morgan was nodding his head as I said
it and afterward said "I thought so too."

I found it interesting that a 15 year old would make such a comment but the
next few moments would be even more interesting. Morgan's legs were already
stretched out in front of him in that typical way that boy's have. As the
talk continued on he stretched his body even further, his arms raised above
and behind him. It gave me a terrific shot of his body; the complete
flatness of his belly and how it sloped into the waistband of his jeans,
the center of his stomach slightly higher than the crease of his hip and
thus creating little tunnels down into the jeans. I couldn't help but
notice the bulge at his crotch but it was soon covered as both hands went
to the front of his jeans and pushed in an effort to stretch his shoulders
and back.

"I'm getting really warm Jeremy." Morgan said, interrupting the other boy.

"Okay, well do what you usually do," Jeremy responded. Morgan looked toward
me then back at his friend.

"When we're at home he usually just gets undressed," Jeremy explained. I
shrugged my shoulders again.

"I don't care Morgan, if it makes you more comfortable," I said, trying to
be as casual and nonchalant as I could. In reality of course the idea of
seeing that cute young thing naked got my heart to beating.

"Are you sure Colin," he asked even as his hand went to the top button of
his jeans.

"Yeah. I played plenty of sports all through high school; naked guys don't
bother me at all." I tried really hard to maintain
nonchalant-ed-ness. Jeremy went on talking while Morgan unbuttoned his
jeans then rose up enough to slide then from under his butt then worked
them to his knees. Like most boys he was wearing white cotton briefs. He
stopped then reached down to begin pulling one leg off.

"Could you hand me my blanket Colin," he asked pointing to where it sat
against the far wall. I said sure, got up and grabbed it and took it to the
boy who by then had the jeans almost all the way off. Standing above him
while he finished the job I could see straight down between his legs and
believe me when I tell you, it seemed to me that his underwear was
filled. Using his foot Morgan slid his jeans to the side, looked up at me
and smiled, said thanks, as he shook the blanket out and draped it out over
his body. As I sat back down Morgan continued to fumble under the purple
shroud and I knew that he was taking his underwear off and I even got a
quick glimpse of naked thigh until he sat back and pulled the blanket up to
his neck and sort of hugged into himself and sighed heavily.

I had to wonder what this boy was up to. I'd seen people engage in some
unusual behavior when they were high but according to Jeremy his friend's
behavior wasn't unusual even though the boy's had only known me for a half
hour. Could Morgan be that trustful, that unselfconscious or was there
something else going on. Could he be gay? Could he be bi-sexual or part of
the burgeoning segment of youth that was more open about sexual
experimentation than previous generations? I had no idea but I certainly
knew that seeing that young beauty fully naked would be better than the
concert that night and if by chance I could "be" with him, well, fuckin-A
if I wouldn't do what I could to make it happen. Jeremy too if he was
interested.

While we talked Morgan seemed to be in constant motion, moving from one
position to another. At one point he sat cross legged on the sofa, another
he had his legs tucked under him. When he moved from that position the
blanket sort of rose up and gave me another glimpse at pale flesh, that of
a butt cheek, but only for a moment as his legs went straight back out in
front of him again. One leg slipped out from beneath the blanket exposing
it to mid thigh. I noticed that it had a smattering of light colored hair.

The discussion came around to David Bowie, both boys thought he was too
weird, then that segued into the Rolling Stones, all three of us
contributing to the conversation. A comment was made about his big lips
then Jeremy repeated that popular rumor of Mick and David being caught
naked in bed together. While that discussion carried on it seemed that one
of Morgan's hands slid down under the blanket between his by then parted
legs.

"What about Rod Stewart," Morgan said, "Having to go to the hospital to
have his stomach pumped and they got like, a gallon of cum. I heard that he
was at a party and sucked a bunch of guy's dicks and they all came in his
mouth and he swallowed it." Morgan was looking at me as he made those
statements. I shrugged my shoulders.

"I don't know. I mean, you hear about rock starts doing stuff like that all
the time," I said. "Doesn't matter to me I still like their music."

"I'm hungry," Jeremy said, interrupting the thread of the
conversation. "You think there's a store around here somewhere?" I said
that there probably was one somewhere along the road that fronted the
motel.

"Let me give you some money," I said, standing up and pulling out my
wallet. I gave him a ten, he asked what I wanted, I said chips, pop,
whatever. As I sat back down Morgan leaned over and down to reach his jeans
and gave me a great view of most of his butt. As he sat back down with his
wallet in his hand he glanced at me and said sorry.

"It's cool," I responded. He handed Jeremy some bills saying that his
friend knew what he liked. Jeremy said that he be back and headed out the
door.

"So," Morgan went on as if there had been no lull in the conversation at
all. "Yeah, I don't care what people do either; it's their own thing man,
ya know." He seemed to think about that for a moment. "Still, a gallon,
that's a lot of jizz."

"I know, that's why I don't believe the story," I said. Morgan had turned
so that he could face me, leaning back against the corner of the sofa.

"Really, why not?" Before I could answer he uttered, "shit." One foot shot
out from under the blanket and he bent that leg at the knee, bringing the
foot back toward his head and grabbing onto that ankle to help. At the same
time put his other foot flat on the sofa. The combined movement pulled the
blanket up enough so that I got a fairly clear view of the boy's balls,
hanging between his thighs and what balls they were.

The boy's sperm makers looked fairly big and from what I could see, they
were totally smooth. One large orb hung lower than the other, the sac
holding them riddled with blue veins. Morgan was busy doing something with
the big toe of the foot that was close to his face. He finally laid his leg
back down, leaving the other foot the flat on the sofa. He repeated his
question.

"Well, think about it," I said, "I mean really, how much cum do you make
when you jack off? Most guys I know, and that includes me, don't get much
more than a tablespoon, two at the most. You know how many guys you'd have
to blow to get that much cum; a hundred at least, and how long would that
take. Man, your mouth would get sore." Morgan seemed to think about that.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I make enough stuff but a gallon is quite a
bit." His hand had slipped under the blanket and seemed to be fiddling
around down there. "Maybe it was only a quart or something."  I shrugged my
shoulders, well aware that the boy readily admitted that he jacked off. I
mean, every guy did it and they knew that every other guy did it but to
admit that to an almost stranger was pretty different.

"Do you mind if I stretch my legs out Colin," he asked. I said sure and
started to get off the sofa but he stopped me and said if I didn't mind
he'd just let his legs rest on mine. I shrugged my shoulders. Morgan
readjusted himself on the sofa, sliding down toward me so that his head
could rest on the arm. He stretched his legs out and as he did it pulled
the sheet down and since it had already been at his waist the movement
pulled it down even farther.

"So, you said," he went on, "most guys you know." I tried to keep my eyes
focused on Morgan's deep blue eyes and hear what he was saying but it was
difficult because now a good three inches of pale cock was sticking out
from beneath the edge of the sheet, laying on his flat belly and pointed
toward his belly button, almost reaching the nubbin of flesh. I noticed a
couple of things; it was still soft, it was thick, and it was uncut, his
foreskin fully covering the head and creating a nipple of flesh at the
tip. Boys with a hat were a rarity in my experience.

"Huh," I said, "Umm I didn't hear your question." Morgan offered me an
indulgent smile and repeated his question.

"How do you know how much cum guys make? Do you rap with guys about it or
have you, you know, like jacked off with them?"  I started to answer but he
went on. "I mean, I've jacked off with a few friends, even Jeremy. It's
kinda fun, and sexy." I noticed a twinkle in Morgan's eyes as he said it.

"Yeah, well, I think most guys do that at least a few times when they're
young."

"What about when they get older; like you?" He asked. His voice had a bit
provocative tone to it. Morgan's calves were on my thighs and my hand had
been resting just about his knee. I moved it up slightly so that it rested
more on his thigh. The cute young blond moved his other leg outward and
planted the foot on the floor.

"I have," I responded softly.

"Do you feel like it now?"

"What about Jeremy?"

"He doesn't care. He probably figures we're doing something," Morgan
said. "He knows that sometimes I get horny when I toke. Not always but
sometimes."

I moved my hand up and took hold of his cock and squeezed gently. He was
still totally soft so the flesh was quite pliable. A small part of the
sheet was caught under my palm so using my other hand I tugged on it,
pulling it all the way down to his upper thighs. The kid was the most
gifted male that I'd ever seen and on his smaller body it looked even more
incredible.

His perineum was clearly visible, running from the tip of his cock all the
way to his balls which hung low and heavy between smooth pale thighs. As I
said, they appeared to be hairless when I first saw them and closer
inspection proved that I had been correct. I let go of his stiffening cock
and rubbed the large orbs. I got a deep sigh for my efforts and Morgan's
deep blue's closed as he relaxed into the feelings that were ripping
through his body. I went back to his cock, now about half way hard, held it
upright and stroked it a half dozen times, sliding his foreskin back and
forth over the head and helping to bring him to full tumescence. I couldn't
believe how big he was; easily 9 inches or more and as thick as my wrist.

"Do you think your mouth would get sore," he asked.  I shrugged my
shoulders and with my hand still wrapped around him, I managed to slide out
from under his legs and kneel on the floor beside him. Morgan watched me
through half lidded eyes, a slight smile forming on perfectly shaped
lips. The first thing I did was let go of his dick and heft his nuts, the
bag o' balls filling my hand, the loose skin almost spilling out over the
sides. I wondered for a second how much liquid they were going to make.

I set them back down then leaned forward and buried my face in them drawing
in the pungent and intoxicating fragrance of a maturing boy. I put my lips
against the sac and nuzzled it, pulling some of the soft skin with my
lips. I pulled my head back and just looked for a moment. I loved the sight
before my eyes, a fully erect boy, heavy balls in their natural hang, the
skin resting against smooth flesh, the crease of his pubic bone as it
disappeared behind the soft skin, the wrinkles and folds of skin where it
fell away from the base of his cock then smoothed out wrinkle free.

Morgan's moss was a mass of dark blond curls that wasn't all that large. It
didn't extend to his pubic creases and couldn't have been more than 2
inches high. I guessed that the boy shaved but he must have done it that
morning because I could see any stubble at all, the exposed skin seeming as
smooth as a baby's. The large vein that threaded up the side and fed blood
to the thing looked almost as big as the tube of his urethra.

I took hold of his magnificent cock once more and began stroking it. I was
amazed at his foreskin and how it slid so smoothly back and forth over the
swollen head. I had done a group thing once during my first year in college
and there had been a boy there that was uncut but I'd not had the
opportunity to play with him. I put my face in closer, held his cock steady
but retracted his foreskin. His cock head was swollen and its color
slightly red tinged from the rush of blood, the tip shiny from leaking
precum. I opened wide and took it into my mouth and began sucking him.

From my right ear I heard Morgan gasp as I worked over the sensitive spongy
head, my tongue exploring the curves and ridges. I began to slowly stroke
him as I lowered my head and took in more of his thick shaft until my
throat muscles could grasp at the tip of his cock head. I pulled back up
and at first pulled the skin down, tightening the flesh of the head and
pressing my lips tighter as they passed back over the ridge. I moved my
hand all the way up, forcing his foreskin back into a nipple and suckled
that, my tongue exploring the nubbin of soft flesh and working at the hole
for just a second before pulling the skin back down. This time my lips
followed right behind it, covering his flesh with mine as soon as it was
uncovered. I moved at a medium pace, not wanting him to cum too soon but
not wanting to necessarily be there blowing him when Jeremy walked through
the door. Still my mouth started to get a little sore so I pulled my head
back and just watched for a second as I continued to jack him off.

"Undo your jeans Colin, take your dick out for me," Morgan said. I let his
cock down gently then faced the boy a little more, watching his smooth face
as I undid my jeans. The boy's eyes were focused on my crotch, about as
much as half closed eyes could be. Clearly he had no complaints thus far. I
managed to get undone and shove my jeans and briefs down to my knees
allowing my fully hard cock to spring out.

"Nice," he said as he reached out and took hold of me in an underhand
grip. I was just about 7 inches but not nearly as thick as Morgan was. His
hand and fingers were soft and warm, felt good as he gripped and stroked
me. I leaned back over him, took hold of him and stroked him again and
rested my lips against his pubic hair and my lips again went to nuzzling in
the soft fuzz. I moved up a little further to his pubic area and could feel
the firm muscle below his soft skin. I kissed his flesh, nuzzled my lips
against.

"Go higher," he murmured in a voice thick with lust. I did as he asked,
moving onto the more pliable area of his lower belly. "Here," he told me,
his finger razing over the nubbin of flesh of his belly button. I put my
lips there, kissing and licking at him and the boy god moaned louder and I
thought I heard him mumble "yeeess". I'd never known a guy who was
sensitive there and clearly it was a hot spot for Morgan so I licked,
kissed, tongued and generally worked my mouth a goldfish when it eats and
was rewarded by Morgan's hand in my hair.

I moved down and went back to work on his cock, stroking and sucking for
all I was worth while he continued to jack me off. The hot young teen made
no comments about sucking me off so I didn't bother asking. If it happened
it happened and if not I was still honored to be paying homage to the most
magnificent cock I'd ever been privileged see let alone work on.

"I think I'm gonna cum pretty soon," he told me. I took my head away and
began to seriously jack him off. Glancing down at his balls as I stroked
him, I saw the eggs move inside of the soft pliable skin. Morgan's balls
were too big and heavy to jump about like smaller balls could.

Morgan's breathing seemed to quicken. His eyes were closed, his face
contorted and relaxed as his body registered varying levels of feeling and
then he was there. His mouth dropped open at the same time his cock
thickened against my grasp. My eyes went back to his cock which was at
about 50 degrees to his body when the first offering burbled out of his
piss slit and started down over my thumb. Before it got there the next
squirt pulsed out and a long stream shot out with smaller droplets falling
out onto his body and a moan came from deep in this throat. The next one
was smaller the fourth another long squirt and followed the path of the
first one and left another 4 inch gash of cum on the upper part of his
chest. Again, smaller droplets fell away from the mass to land on his lower
belly. Two more large squirts finished off the majority of his ejaculation
but smaller amounts continued to ooze out of his cock head and run down
over my thumb and drip onto him.

During his orgasm Morgan continued to hold onto my cock but had stopped
stroking and as it wound down he still gripped me although not
tightly. Although I slowed my stroke down I continued to jack him, wanted
him to reap the afterglow feelings. Finally it all came to an end and
reluctantly I let his cock rest on his belly. he was quiet for a solid
minute while his breathing returned to normal and I gently stroked my dick

"That was pretty great Colin. Are you gonna cum? I love watching a guy
cum." I reached over and scooped up some of his cum with my fingers,
smeared it all over the head of my dick and went to work. Morgan kept his
hand down there but he moved it to my balls and played with them, gently
squeezing and tugging on them. I ended up needing more of his sperm but
after the second application I was pretty much ready to go and told him
so. 30 seconds later I was spraying the front of the sofa with my cum,
about 5 solid jets of the stuff. Morgan seemed pretty impressed and said
so.

I felt a little out of place afterward so went into the bathroom and wet a
washcloth. After cleaning my hand and my dick off I re-wetted it and headed
back to clean off Morgan. Jeremy came though the door at the same time I
did but didn't say a word about his friend lying naked on the sofa, his
cock still about half way hard and his chest splashed with his sperm.

"I got chips and coke if that's okay," was about all he said, looking at my
cock which was sticking out of my jeans.  I went about cleaning Morgan's
body then wiping cleaning off the front of the sofa before returning the
washcloth to the bathroom and heading back into the main room after putting
my dick away. Jeremy had deposited all but 3 cokes in the small fridge in
the equally small kitchenette and was walking back into the room and
straight to the chair he'd commandeered.

I sat back down on the sofa and on the other end Morgan had sat upright and
cross legged. It was hard to drink a soda while lying down. Speaking of
hard, his huge cock was still about half way there and lying on the left
side, the head resting on his hip. If Jeremy was bothered at all by his
friend's continued nudity he didn't show it.

"Did you resolve the Rod Steward issue?" I nodded while Morgan gave him an
edited version of our discussion.

"Although," he added, "Colin makes a fair amount of sperm." I wasn't sure
but I thought that Jeremy's expression was one of appreciation.

"So did you get it out of your system," the older teen asked his
friend. Morgan smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

"Maybe; I'm not sure yet," he said. His right hand moved to his crotch and
the palm rested at the juncture of his cock and his sac and pressed
downward then the fingers cupped the heavy sperm makers.

"Well you got time before we have to leave for the concert," his friend
said. Morgan looked toward Jeremy then back at me. He paused for a moment
as if considering something then said,

"Jeremy doesn't generally participate but he likes watching me do stuff."
If the older teen had any concerns about his friend offering up personal
information he didn't seem fazed by it. The three of us engaged in more
conversation, much of it about rock bands, some about the war, and the
political upheaval going on in our beloved country. At no time did the
blond god make any attempt to cover himself up nor did he spend much time,
other than to satisfy an occasional itch, touching or otherwise fondling
himself. His cock did return to its default state and even at that it hung
large and thick between his thighs.

The discussion turned to Janis Joplin and the reported sexual appetite of
the Big Brother front person. I had heard of a few of her exploits myself,
not the least of which was her stopping and all but kidnapping a boy she
saw on a sidewalk in LA. Apparently she saw him, stopped and talked to him
and practically dragged him into her car and took him home and fucked his
brains out for 2 or 3 days. The three of us talked about the episode ending
with our take on it.

"Well I'm not sure I could just run off with some chick and fuck her for a
couple of days," Morgan told us. Jeremy agreed with him but I took it a
step further, stating that I knew that I couldn't and of course Morgan
asked me why.

"Well shit, I don't particularly like girls. I've been with a couple of
them but it just doesn't do it for me. I prefer to be with guys; guys are a
lot less complicated." Neither of the boys seemed bothered in the least at
my revelation.

"Does that mean that you only fuck guys now," Morgan asked. I nodded my
head. I was prepared to say that I didn't mind getting fucked as well but
held my council. It was weird but there were plenty of guys that felt it
was okay to pitch but not necessarily to receive and while pitching was my
more dominant side, I did allow for the reversal of roles from time to
time. Needless to say I'd already wondered what it would be like to take
all of Morgan's healthy cock up my ass; I just hadn't decided if I wanted
to or not.

"Well I wouldn't mind fucking a girl," Jeremy reported, "but I don't know
if I could just up and fuck some girl off the street just like that and
especially not one that looks like Joplin does."  I agreed with the second
part of the statement. Janis wasn't all that attractive to me either.

"I don't know," Morgan said wistfully. "I guess I'd like to fuck a girl but
sometimes when I've seen pictures of their naked pussies it almost makes me
wanna hurl. I think to myself, Jeez, I gotta put my dick in there, what if
I don't get it back." That caused Jeremy and me to laugh.

"Exactly," I said, "that is exactly how I felt about it when I was like 13
or 14. Now it doesn't bother me at all because I know that I don't have to
go there."

"Have you ever..." Morgan started to ask then stopped.

"What?" I asked him, pretty much knowing what he was going to ask. He shook
his head. "Have I ever been fucked? Is that what you wanted to know?" He
had a sort of sheepish look on his face but wouldn't say anything. "Yeah, I
have," I said, glancing at Jeremy then back to Morgan. "It's okay, I don't
mind talking about it and I obviously don't mind doing it. I mean, I'm more
dominant by nature than a submissive but I've done it with a couple of my
boyfriends mostly because they wanted to see what it was like. It's okay,
just different is all."

"I've wondered about that," Morgan said, "what it would be like to get
fucked. I've just never had the opportunity, or maybe met a guy that I
liked enough to let him try it, although I'd let Jeremy if he wanted to."
Once again, judging by Jeremy's lack of expression or comment I assumed
that the two boys had engaged in that discussion before. "What's it like
Colin, I mean, does it hurt, does it feel as good as say, getting your dick
sucked or cumming; although I can't imagine anything feels as good as
cumming." Morgan's hand had slipped down between his legs and had wrapped
itself around the boy's cock.

"Sure it can hurt, especially if it's something as that monster between
your legs Morgan." Jeremy gave a chuckle and said amen. "But there are
plenty of things that you can do to help get a person prepared for it. I'm
sure you've been all up in a fog of hotness where you had to be sexy, you
had to cum, where you'd have done almost anything because you were so hot
for it, that the sexy feelings were almost overwhelming." As I talked I
glanced at both Jeremy and Morgan and from the way we were situated I
barely had to turn my head. Both boys nodded their heads at my
statement. Of course they did. There wasn't a boy or man on the planet that
didn't find himself in that position from time to time and when feeling
like that most guys would do just about anything anyone asked them to do.

"What kinds of things can you do to get all hotted up," Jeremy asked, the
source of the question a surprise to me. I suspected that the boys both
knew some things but probably not a lot.

"Well first of all you work on a guy's hot spots; like kissing or sucking
on the neck, sucking on or breathing in an ear, playing with nipples either
pinching or sucking and licking on them. In Morgan's case you seem to like
having your belly button kissed or sucked on." The boy nodded his head in
agreement and I went on.

"Most guys like their balls played with, some like their balls licked or
sucked on, then there's the spot in the crease of your inner thigh and
pelvic bone. Further down licking or tickling underneath a buys balls can
be really stimulating as well licking along a guy's perineum. Morgan asked
what a perineum was and I explained and he replied,

Oh yeah, I wondered what that was." I went on with my physiology lesson

"Then there's the asshole. Licking and sucking on it and of course finger
fucking are both real good turn ons for most guys. Neither of the boys had
apparently considered rimming and voiced their objections to it. I
explained the need for the area to be clean although some men enjoyed a
sweaty asshole. "Seriously, getting rimmed and doing it can be huge turn
ons for most guys. Aside from all that there are all kinds of stuff that
turns guys on so it's like you have to do some actual practice to find
stuff out."

Morgan's hand had already sneaked down beneath the blanket and it was
obvious that the boy was fiddling around with something or other. Jeremy
noticed as well and when he and I had eye contact he gave me a little smile
that said Morgan was gearing up for another, well who knew exactly what he
was gearing up for. Finally boy said,

"Well all that talk is getting me boned up again."

"There's a surprise," his friend said.

"So, what do you want to do about it Morgan," I asked him. He shrugged his
shoulders and said he was more than happy with what I did last time. I was
happy as well but given the conversation we'd just had I felt that it would
be cool to take him to the next level. Given the chance I wanted to fuck
the kid, if not before the concert then certainly afterward so giving him
an idea of the secrets of his asshole seemed to be in order.

"I'll be right back," I said, standing up and heading for the door. I ran
to my cabin and grabbed a bottle of lube and on second thought also grabbed
a Piccolo magazine. When I got back to the boy's cabin Morgan was gone but
before I could say anything Jeremy said that he was in the shower. I arched
an eyebrow and he said,

"Morgan said he wanted to be clean, just in case."

"Well, that was thoughtful," I responded, "Any idea what he has in mind?"
Jeremy shook his head.

"With Morgan it could be anything, I never know." I asked if Morgan had
ever done anything like this, with a stranger and Jeremy shook his
head. "Not that I know of. Maybe he feels comfortable exploring stuff with
someone he doesn't know. It's not like he gets like this all the time, and
generally it's just him and me although there are a couple of other friends
that he's done a little bit of stuff with, mostly just jerkin and suckin,"
he said. I nodded my head and wanted to ask if Jeremy was planning on
joining in on this go around but I heard the bathroom door open and Morgan
came out with a towel wrapped around his narrow hips. His hair was
completely dry so I assumed that he'd only cleaned the basement.

"Whatcha got?' he asked when he saw me. I held up the magazine and the
bottle of lube which he arched his eyebrow at, assuming I thought, that I
planned on fucking him. I asked if either boy had ever jacked off using
lube. They both shook their heads so I held the bottle up and as if doing a
commercial said,

"Lube; it's not just for fuckin." The both laughed.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Excerpts from other tag_m stories in the adult youth
catergory ~~~~~~~~~~~~

 THE PLAYER part I posted 11.08.06


They're out there, all you have to do is look and be in the right place at
the right time. They're young, they're cute as all hell, and they're ready
to explore their emerging sexuality, wanting to learn, to be taught, to
experiment. Many of them prefer the anonymity of hooking up with a stranger
or at best, someone maybe they've seen around but don't really know or
don't know very well. Someone who doesn't know their friends or family,
someone they don't see every day or all the time who may embarrass them by
acknowledging their existence at an inopportune time or in some other
way. Someone safe, someone like me.

..."Oh man D you're big," the 13 year old said, coming closer to me. I
stood, unmoving as he took the liberty of grasping onto my rising appendage
and squeezing it gently which brought it to full glorious hardness in
record time.

"You're turn," I reminded him.

"Oh yeah, sorry." He let go, stepped back, and undid his belt and jeans,
letting the loose fitting garment drop to the floor, his baggy t-shirt
covering most of his plaid boxers but not the hard young cock underneath,
which was poking out in the front. Terrin pulled his shirt up and off,
revealing a firm chest and taut lower belly. He wasted no time in pulling
his boxers down as I had and allowing his young boy dick to pop out,
greeting me like a puppy dog. Terrin was about six inches or so, cut, and
slender. His nest of pubic hair was still a neat little patch at the base
of his boyhood pride and joy, and his smooth hairless balls hung freely
between equally soft, smooth thighs.


 THE MYSTERIOUS DRAGON BOY part I posted 2.19.07


The boy had changed into a pair of briefs that were identical to the ones
in my hand, only smaller and his appeared to be a size smaller than he
should have been wearing. The waistband was at least five inches below his
flat belly button and tugged downward in the front, giving me a super view
of where his lower belly melted into his pubic bone in a beautiful classic
V shape. His boyhood pride and joy bulged, pushing against the cotton
fabric, his cock laid to the side toward his hip. His cock was all but
visible, the circumcised head now very clearly outlined, giving the
impression that he seemed to be well enough endowed for his age and
size. His balls pouched out below the shaft, the fabric tight enough that I
could make out each individual sperm maker.


"Sooo is there something else here that you'd like, something perhaps you'd
like to see?" The boy's meaning was very clear. Not worrying about his
wanting me to "keep focused" I looked down at his crotch. That he was
becoming erect was also very clear.  I noticed that his cock was pretty
much underneath the body of one of the dragons printed on his briefs giving
the impression that the dragon was three dimensional.

"I think I'd like to pet your dragon," I said in a soft voice, then closed
the gap between us and laid my hand against his cock, much as he had done
to me, letting my finger wrap against the bulge that were his balls. He
closed his eyes and moaned softly as I caressed his boyhood charms and I
could feel him go to full on teenage boy hard.  I fondled the boy a little
longer than he had fondled me before I stepped back. He opened his eyes and
looked at my crotch.

~~~~~~ The following are excerpts from stories posted in the Gay-Young
Friends category ~~~~~~

A Boys Diary – posted 1.15.10

"You never heard of sperm before, or cum?" I shook my head no. "Do you want
to see some?" again I nodded my head. "Do you want to help me do it?" That
didn't take a lot of brain cells to answer. "What do I have to do?"

First of all he directed me into the larger stall in the back where he
locked the door once we were inside. He shoved his clothes down then
gripped his cock and stroked it then let go told me to go ahead and do it
for him. I stood beside him and began stroking his cock. He began moaning
right away and saying things like "Oh yeah" and "hold it tighter". That
certainly cleared up one mystery which I would have to tell Chu about. The
boy had his hand on my shoulder and his breathing started going faster and
he told me to jack him off faster, whatever that meant, but I figured it
had something to do with sliding my hand on his cock so I went faster. I
felt his cock get thicker in my hand then the boy groaned and moaned out
sort of under his breath,

"Oohhh fuck yeaaaaahhhh," and his cock started squirting out white stuff
onto the concrete floor as his balls bounced around like crazy.

Even Straight Boys Do It posted 7.15.07

So, if that part is clear, let me move on to the purpose of this
story. I've done a fair amount of thinking about it over the years although
now that I'm pushing fifty I don't think about it as much as I used to. And
now that I'm a professor of psychology at a major university, when I do
think about what happened, I do so with fondness and acceptance that it was
a normal part of adolescent growth, that we weren't alone in how we felt or
what we did. Since time immemorial and in almost every culture in the
world, boys have had similar types of experiences, and I kept that firmly
in mind when I accidentally walked in and caught my thirteen-year old son
and his best friend, lying fully naked, side by side with each other's hard
young cock deep down their throats.

I left the room immediately, and later, when they sheepishly approached me,
clearly embarrassed to tears, I explained to both of them that what they
were doing was okay. They were okay and that such boy play was normal. Of
course they both pleaded that they weren't gay and I agreed with them that
most likely they weren't and that it wouldn't have mattered if they were. I
then asked them both about their masturbatory fantasies, which they shared
with red faces and for the most part, cocks weren't part of their dreams. I
assured them both that same sex play was a normal part of being a teenage
boy and not to worry about it at all, that they'd most likely grow out of
it in time. The conversation ended on a high note although I asked Terrin
to use a little more discretion when he and Sam were going to play and not
use the family room, at least in the middle of the day.

So. On to my story, which remains very clear even to this day.