Date: Sun, 20 Dec 1998 16:34:58 PST
From: "Robert J. Cutter" <cutter57@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Museum Days and Boys - Part 1" (Man/boy)

Disclaimer: The following contains detailed depictions of consensual sex
between a man and a boy. It is a work of fiction. If this or any other
aspect of male/male sex offends you, or if you are averse to anything
homosexual, please go elsewhere. Thank you. 

			   MUSEUM DAYS and BOYS
			 Part 1 - Tourist and Todd

What is about boys that make them so totally desirable, so utterly
irresistible, so thoroughly alluring and so infinitely lovable?

Is it their immature bodies with all those delightful soft curves and the
unmuscled arms and legs?

Of course, it is all of the above -- and more. It's their voices, their
soft skin, their big eyes, their beautiful, perfectly shaped bottoms. And
it's the light dusting of hairs on their arms and legs and the heavenly,
sweet smell of boy sweat.

I find that as I am getting older my desire for boys is getting stronger
and stronger. I find they are getting more and more beautiful and
tantalizing to me. They inhabit my dreams and my waking hours. Is it an
underlying desire to return to my own youth? Or is it the never-ending
quest for youth itself?

I never felt this way when I was a teenager or young adult or even as an
older adult. But now, in my late forties, I feel this incredible desire for
the soft warmth and incredible touch of boy flesh against my body. I dream
about having a smooth, young, fresh smelling boy occupying my bed with me
as we cling to each other for compassion and love and understanding.

As for me, I always thought that I was most ordinary looking and I
certainly am. I'm short (5'-8"), dark (brown hair, brown eyes), slight of
build (140 pounds) and a bit on the hairy side. I knew that my appearance
would never be a magnet to attract interested boys or young teens, so I
contented myself with just looking and eventual self-gratification.


On a business trip this past summer to Washington, DC I made an incredible
discovery. I found the absolutely best place to view these wonderful,
blossoming sexual creatures.

I arrived on a Sunday evening and checked into my hotel. I was staying in
one of those great old Washington hotels that had been totally renovated in
recent years. My company provided me with a beautiful suite and I was quite
content with all the amenities and services.

I had not been to the Nation's Capital since I was a teen, and there was
much to see. Monday was totally occupied with business matters. On Tuesday,
however, I purposely skipped plenty of dull and repetitive business
symposia to begin the necessary sightseeing. The East Wing of the National
Gallery, the Vietnam Veteran's Memorial and the Holocaust Memorial were all
on my list, as well as the National Air and Space Museum of the Smithsonian
Institution. And that is where I discovered absolute boy heaven.

The Air and Space Museum is an unbelievable magnet for boy of all ages,
sizes and colors. They come with parents, grandparents, tour groups, youth
groups, camp groups -- and by themselves. And since there is absolutely
no admission charge, one can walk in and out with no problem and visit as
many times as one wants.

On my first visit I basically saw the exhibits; it's a great museum for
anyone interested in the history of flight and space exploration and even
for those who aren't. After walking around for a couple of hours (it is
very large) I began to take notice of some of the young boys that were
there. As I neared a big "Star Wars" exhibit the population of these
marvelous creatures increased exponentially. This area was a powerful
magnet within the bigger magnet. I lolled around the vicinity for about
forty-five minutes, my eyes coming to rest on two particularly cute young
boys sitting on the floor near the front of the improvised theater setup. I
figured they were both about ten or eleven, each with short blonde hair and
nicely tanned body. They were wearing those baggie shorts (I loathe them),
loose tank tops, sneakers (no socks) and backward ball caps. I was able to
see their gloriously smooth underarms and magnificent smooth chests when
they lifted their arms in mock swordplay.

When the presentation was over, the kids slowly ambled towards the exit. I
unwaveringly kept my eyes on these cute young guys from a discrete
distance; this wasn't easy to do in that extremely crowded environment. I
seemed drawn to them as if I had no control over what my body was doing or
where my body was going. These two boys seemed to be friends and stayed
together. They walked to the front exit. Outside, in the broiling hot sun,
they joined a large group of about twenty other young boys (and girls) who
were then herded into a non-air-conditioned school bus. Those poor kids, I
thought.

I walked back to my hotel; the broiling sun did not bother me at all. The
picture of those two adorable boys was playing like a tape loop in my
brain. I got back to my beautifully air-conditioned suite and immediately
jacked off. That tape was playing endlessly -- recreating those marvelous
scenes over and over again.

The next day (Wednesday) I went to a few meetings in the morning and then
to the East Wing of the National Gallery in the afternoon. There were two
great exhibits: mobiles by Alexander Calder and paintings by Mark
Rothko, two of my favorite American artists. It was a great afternoon of
viewing art but not so terrific on boy watching. One usually doesn't bring
rambunctious little boys into fine art museums.

Thursday would be my last full day in Washington and I wanted to return
home with plenty of pleasant memories. So after an early morning business
session, I went to the National Air and Space Museum again. No better
sights in DC, I figured. Again there was a plethora of cute young boys. I
sat down on a bench and began scanning the daily crowd. It was a very
choice selection day and I was smiling to myself as my eyes flitted around
from boy to boy.

"Hi!" I heard a small, high-pitched voice say. I looked around ... and
damn near had a stroke! There he was! Sitting right next to me! It was one
of the kids from my first visit, and really the cuter of the two. "You
weren't here yesterday," he says rather straightforwardly.

His remark practically took my breath away. "That's right," I managed to
stammer out. "I was at another museum."

"Yeah? Which one?" he asked.

"The National Gallery."

"Oh, yeah. I been there. It's okay."

"Do you come here every day?" I asked, remembering that he had noticed my
absence yesterday.

"Almost. I like this place. The air conditioning is great and it's just an
awesome place to hang out."

"Do you live nearby?"

"Nah. I take the Metro in from the suburbs."

Now I'm thinking to myself, `Why would a suburban kid take the Metro every
day into Washington to hang out at a museum? Hmmm.' "You live in the
suburbs?"

"Yeah, in Virginia. My name's Todd."

"Hi Todd. I'm Lloyd." We shook hands. The feel of his soft, warm hand in
mine gave me an immediate thrill. Was my wildest fantasy about to come
true? He had obviously sought me out, hadn't he? So what would be my next
move? He was so tempting looking, with his short shaggy blonde hair, soft
brown eyes and little pug nose sprinkled with a few freckles. He was tanned
and looked fit. He was wearing a red tank top again and dark blue baggy
shorts. I noticed that he sported a tiny gold button earring in his left
ear lobe. He carried a backpack with him, which rested on the floor between
his legs.

"I saw ya the other day. You were lookin' at me and my friend." I caught my
breath but continued looking him directly in the eyes. He smiled a wondrous
little boy smile. "I like it when older guys look at me," he almost
whispered. "It makes me feel very, very sexy." He flashed me a very
seductive smile that initially shocked me, but I returned it with a smile
of my own.

"How old are you Todd?"

"I'm ten; be eleven in three months." He looked down to check on his
backpack, then up at me. "How old are you?"

This one really caught me by surprise, but I answered honestly. "I was just
forty-seven last month." He slowly moved his hand onto my knee.

"I see you're wearin' a wedding ring," he stated rather matter-of-factly.

"Yes. I was married for twenty-three years." I paused, and then slowly and
gently placed my hand on top of the one he had on my knee. "We were
divorced two years ago."

"Yeah. My folks are divorced too," he said rather forlornly. "I'm livin'
with my grandmom in a trailer park for now. Don't know who'll get me when
school starts again."

"Sorry to hear that. I know divorce can be very hard on kids."

"How come you still wear your wedding ring?"

"I just never thought of taking it off; I've been wearing it for so long, I
guess."

"You got any kids?"

"Yes, I have three: two boys and a girl; the boys are identical twins."

"That's neat! Do you have any pictures of `em?"

"Yes I do." I took out my wallet and showed Todd the pictures of my kids
that I always carried with me.

"Is that your wife? I mean ex-wife," he said with an embarrassed expression
on his face.

"Yes, that's Pat."

"She's pretty and your sons really look alike."

"They do indeed. My daughter is getting married next spring and my sons are
in college." I looked at my watch. It was getting close to noon and I was
feeling a bit hungry. I think all the adrenaline pumping through my body
was rally burning up the calories. "Would you like to get something to eat
in the cafeteria downstairs?" I asked.

"Sure. I like the food here."

We seated ourselves after selecting our lunches. He ate rather slowly,
occasionally glancing up from his food to look at me and giving me small
smiles. I don't remember a damned thing I ate that lunchtime -- I was
consumed by Todd's presence. He was so damned adorable. When we were
waiting in the cafeteria line I got a whiff of his wonderful all boy smell;
that must have done some very strange things to my brain cells.

"Whatcha do?"

"Do?" I answered rather perplexed.

"Yeah, for your job."

"Oh, that! Well I'm a vice-president of a large telecommunications company
-- you know, a big telephone company."

"Hey, that's really cool. Where do ya live?"

"I live in Chicago. When I was married I lived in a suburb north of the
city, but now I have an apartment in the city."

"I never been to Chicago. Is it nice?"

"I love it. I think it's a really great city. Lots of things to see and do
all the time. It really is a wonderful place to live and work."

"Whya here in DC?"

"Well, there is a conference of telephone company managers here this week,
and my company sent me to attend." We continued to eat; however, most of my
time was spent drinking in every drop of this adorable creature. "What
grade are you in?" I asked.

"I'm goin' into the forth grade." He blushed and added, "I was left back
one year `cause when we moved once I wasn't smart enough."

"Where are your parents?"

"My pop is in Texas. He's a sergeant in the Army. My mom, I don't know. My
grandmom says she's in New York -- or Boston."

I was starting to feel very sorry for him. As a father myself, I tend to
have tremendous sympathy for all kids, especially those in difficult
positions in their lives. Of course, this could all be one terrific put up
job and totally bullshit. I wondered ...

After we deposited our trays in the collection area, he turned to me and
asked, "So whatcha gonna do now?"

"Well, I thought I'd go back to my hotel, shower, shave and take a nap. I
have a cocktail reception and dinner party to go to tonight. It's going to
be a late night for me."

"I see." He looked down on the ground, then up at me again. He squinted a
bit as he was looking into the sun. "Can I come with ya?"

My heart absolutely leapt into my throat -- I know, because I felt it
lodge there. "That--would be--fine with me," I managed to croaked out, "but
don't you have other things to do this afternoon?"

"Nope!" He just smiled up at and took my hand into his. He was so adorable
that I could not possibly turn down his offer. We walked the short distance
to the hotel. I was worried about being recognized by my fellow conference
attendees and being seen with a small boy going up to my room. But my fears
were groundless and as I unlocked the door, Todd bounded into the room and
immediately made himself comfortable.

"Wow! This is just totally awesome! I love it!" he exclaimed as he looked
around my suite. He threw his backpack on the floor and walked around the
whole place, opening every door. When he came back into the sitting room,
he sat on the edge of one of the sofas. I just stood there like a zombie,
not knowing what to do next. Todd slid over a bit, an invitation for me to
sit down next to him. I did and I could feel the warmth of his small body
being absorbed by mine. We just sat there in that position for a few
minutes. He looked up at me and smiled slightly. His full, rosy lips looked
so inviting -- so absolutely enticing and inviting.

I lowered my head slowly until I found that my lips were touching his. I
placed a light kiss on those moist, appealing lips and felt him move closer
to me as he kissed me back. I brought my arms up and gently wrapped them
around him and started hugging him close to my chest. Todd moved his small
arms around my neck and placed his hands on the back of my head. I could
feel him begin to open his small mouth and he began to nibble on my lower
lip. I was absolutely blown away. This young boy was making love to me. To
me! I was captivated and enraptured by him.

I slowly opened my mouth and his small tongue began its exploration. Todd
stroked my tongue with his and ran it over my teeth. He started sucking my
tongue and driving his as far back as he could get it. I was getting so hot
and was breathing so heavily that I was getting extremely lightheaded; I
thought I would pass out.

After a minute or so, I became a little braver and began to push my tongue
into his small mouth; I didn't want to choke him or anything, so I did it
very slowly. He seemed to enjoy it very much and we both played tongue tag
for about five minutes.

Todd bent down to untie his sneakers; he stood up and held out his hand to
me. I stood up and he led me to the bedroom. He bounced on the edge of the
bed once or twice, slipped off his sneakers and then scooted over and lay
back in the center with his head on the pillows. His gorgeous little body
was spread out before me. I could see a small tent in his baggie shorts
where his little cock was and I knew my jeans were mighty tight in the
crotch region. He looked at me and smiled and I smiled back at him. He put
his hands behind his head and made himself very comfortable -- and
incredibly inviting.

Todd looked at my crotch and began to giggle a bit in a wonderful high
soprano voice. "Your dickie looks like he wants to get out."

"Yeah, he does, doesn't he?" I blushed as I said the words. "In a minute."
I just wanted to look at him ... and to keep looking at him. I just wanted
to keep my eyes moving over and over and over that beautiful boy form lying
in front of me. He was gorgeous and I was totally captivated by him.

I never had a boy in this position before (or any position, for that
matter) and my senses were beginning to overload. I tried to think of what
I should do next, but my mind was a complete blank. "Just do what you think
is natural," I kept repeating over and over to myself. "Do to him what you
would like done to you!"

I looked at Todd again and smiled nervously. He returned my shy smile with
a great big one of his own. This was one gorgeous, sexy kid! I positioned
myself next to him and moved my hand over the tent in his shorts and slowly
rubbed it. Todd inhaled quickly and closed his eyes. I rubbed a little
harder and could feed his iron bound little cock twitching away under my
hand; he was breathing heavily.

"May I take your shorts off, Todd?" I asked rather sheepishly.

"Of course," he said softly. "You can take off anything you want."

"I don't want to do anything that you don't want me to do. Is that
understood, Todd?"

"Yeah, it is. What if I want you to do something different that I like?"

"Then just ask me, okay?"

"Yeah, that's okay."

I gradually opened the belt on his baggie shorts and undid the snap. I was
feeling absolutely giddy; I just could not believe my good fortune at
having this incredibly beautiful boy in my hotel room and I was now slowly
undressing him. I slid the zipper gently down and pulled the bottom of the
shorts down to his ankles and off. He was wearing sparkling white Jockey
briefs and his little dick was propping them up.

"I put on brand new Jockeys today, just for you," he whispered. "And I took
an extra long shower this mornin'."

"For me? How did you know we would meet again?"

"Oh, I knew!" he said in a forced whisper, giving me a slightly lewd
smile. I just *knew* that this kid was a great hustler and probably an even
better bullshitter.

I rubbed my hand over that miniature mound and felt the incredible warmth
generated by his genitals. I looked up at his face and he had his eyes
shut. He was breathing rather heavily through his nose and was holding his
arms out wide on the bed. I stared lovingly at those beautiful, hairless
armpits of his. "Later. Later," I told myself. I lowered my face to his
crotch and was rewarded with an explosion of wonderful boy fragrance. It
was paralyzing: I did not want to move. I inhaled deeply, trying to
catch every molecule of his redolence, of this gift from Todd. It was
amazing!

I opened my mouth and licked at his little dick through the white cotton of
his briefs. It twitched so cutely as I licked at it. It was like a tiny toy
-- touch it and it begins to move. It was absolutely delightful! I was
totally enthralled!

I reached to remove his little tank top. He sat up slightly as I lifted it
over his head and I was captivated by the beauty of his flexing abdominal
muscles. And then he lay back again. Having this lovely near naked creature
in front of me overwhelmed me. He was gorgeous. My eyes could not leave his
body; if the hotel were burning down, I'm sure I would have preferred being
consumed by the flames, just as I was being consumed by the flames of
desire at that moment.

I began to lightly rub both of my hands over his beautiful, softly defined
and endlessly inviting chest. His two tiny rose-pink nipples soon became
erect and I could feel them as my palms played against his gossamer-like
skin. I let my hands wander a bit, and I slowly began to rub my hands along
his beautifully unmuscled arms. Those arms were so smooth and sprinkled
very lightly with tiny blonde hairs, which I found to be incredibly
exciting. I started to rub up and down his gorgeous legs. His thighs were
so smooth, with a light scattering of those sparkling blonde hairs. I could
not believe how lustrous his skin was.

"Why don't ya take your clothes off?" Todd asked.

"Would you like to take them off for me?" I asked in return.

He gave a tremendously big smile. "Sure," he said as he sat up. He started
to unbutton my short sleeve shirt and gently removed it. I wasn't wearing
an undershirt and my bare chest was immediately exposed to him. "I like you
chest," he said. "It's so nicely hairy." He rubbed his little hands through
my thick chest hair and I thought I would come for sure right then. He
flicked his fingers and nails across my nipples and I became slightly
dizzy. He pinched them and I was sure I was going to faint. He sneaked a
finger or two into my armpits and as I raised my arms slightly he snaked
his little tongue into my hairy pits. I knew for sure that this was the way
it was meant to be. I was meant to be with a boy-child for the rest of my
life -- and he hadn't even removed my slacks yet!

"I love your body, Lloyd."

"And I am absolutely crazy about yours, Todd." We smiled at each other and
we kissed again.

I was sitting on the bed with my feet touching the floor. Todd began to
undo my belt. I stood up and let them drop to the floor and I stepped out
of them. I was wearing white silk boxer shorts and my cock was sticking
straight out the front opening. I am not a big person and I do not have a
big cock; it's a bit smaller than average, about 5-1/2" long and not too
thick at all. I always thought it was the proper size cock for a boy
lover. I am very hairy in the crotch area, as I am all over my body.

As I sat down again, Todd wrapped his small, warm hand around my cock. It
was such an incredibly warm wonderful feeling, like having my entire being
surrounded in an enveloping covering of silk.

"Hey, you're uncut, just like me," Todd said matter-of-factly.

"You're uncut?" I asked as if in a daze.

"Yeah. I really like uncut men. They taste so great and--" He left that
unfinished.

I was so turned on and excited; I knew that I would have to get some
assistance before we progressed too much further. "Todd, I'm going to need
... to get ... some relief ... and pretty soon."

"I can see. Okay, just lay back." I did as he instructed and he began to
lower my shorts to my feet and took them off. "Get in the center of the
bed." I maneuvered myself onto the bed and lay on my back as Todd continued
to play with my cock with those incredibly small, warm hands. "You have a
beautiful body, Lloyd."

"Thanks, Todd. Don't you ... think it's too ... hairy though?"

"Oh no!" he whispered in my ear. "I think it's just wonderful. I like lots
of hair; it's so manly and comfy."

"Don't you ... think my cock ... is a little small?" I had always been
slightly ashamed of my undersized equipment. I know my wife had been.

"Oh, no! It's the perfect boy size," he said soothingly. "It's a beauty."
Him saying that my cock was beautiful was another hot jolt to my already
palpitating body.

Todd started licking my ear and kissing me lightly on the lips. I started
moving my hand to my cock. "Don't touch it!" he said rather loudly. "That's
my job." He began to lick my nipples and they became fully erect very
quickly. He nipped at them and pinched them in his small fingers and made
soothing love to them. He then started on my underarms again. This was
really driving me wild. I never had anybody pay such close attention to my
armpits as this kid. The effects were heavenly. He pulled the hairs with
his lips and teeth and the power was gargantuan. He licked and nipped at
the hairs on my chest while his hands continued to play all over my
body. He slowly but steadily made his way to my groin. I had real
difficulty keeping my hands away from my dick; it had been so long since
anyone had performed any kind of lovemaking to my body that I was unsure of
what to do.

When he reached the center of things, he lifted his head and looked at my
genitals. He smiled and placed his hand under my ball sac and lifted the
scrotum very gently. He began to move my balls around in his small hands
and gently squeezed them. I could not believe how passionate and wonderful
it felt. This kid was doing things to me that I had only dreamed about in
my wildest and most adventurous fantasies. He had absolutely no
inhibitions.

He lowered his head and started licking my sac. I started to squirm and
move my hips slightly. He then took one of my balls (the lower hanging one)
into his small, warm mouth and proceeded to roll it around, while
simultaneously licking at it with his tongue and sucking at it. He also
lightly bit my hairy ball bag. The sensation was totally beyond anything I
could have imagined. I began to moan and flap my widespread arms while
whipping my head from side to side. Todd just continued to work on my
nut. When he finished one he went to work on the other. Again it was an
incredible experience. I was panting and moaning and calling out his
name. I could not remember *ever* feeling like this.

When he finished sucking and licking my testicles and scrotum, he started
nuzzling behind my ball bag. This drove me close to the brink. He licked
this area with his warm tongue, which he had managed to harden.

"Oh, Todd!" I moaned loudly. "Oh, Todd, I'm getting real--real close!"

"Okay, Lloyd, don't worry. I'll take real good care of you," he
whispered. He immediately started to lick the head of my cock. He pulled
the foreskin all the way back, exposing the sensitive head. I've never
produced much pre-seminal fluid but Todd said, "Oh, Lloyd, look how much
pre-cum you have. It's really wild! It's fabulous! I'm gonna lick it all
up." He began to lick the head of my cock and I thought I would die! I
couldn't believe how great it felt. He licked around and around the head;
he was sucking softly on the head when he pushed his tongue into the piss
slit opening. He continued to work around the entire head and soon
afterward took it entirely into his small mouth. It was unmitigated and
unimagined bliss!

Todd drew the head and about one-inch of my cock stem into that warm, wet,
and incredibly comforting mouth. He ran his tongue under the shaft and the
feeling was sensational. His small hand was holding the exposed shaft and
jacking me. I knew I didn't have much time left, but he continued his
fabulous ministrations.

"I'm coming, Todd, I'm coming--" I yelled as I shot barrage after fucking
incredible barrage of my semen into that small boyish mouth. He just
continued to suck and suck and lick and lick, taking and swallowing all of
my ejaculate.

As my cock slowly began to soften, he continued to lick up every bit of
cum. He paid particularly close attention to my foreskin as it began to
cover the cock head again. He dove his tongue under that precious skin and
played with it most wonderfully and soothingly.

As I felt myself coming down from that incredible high, I was totally
drained. I was floating and could not feel anything except an exquisite
elation throughout my body. It was everything I had envisioned over the
many years of my active fantasy life. I seemed to be one with the bed and
the room .. and Todd.

			       End of Part 1

Author's Note: This is the first part of a projected three part story about
Todd and Lloyd. If you have any comments (good, bad or indifferent) please,
please let me know at my e-mail address: cutter57@hotmail.com . I will
appreciate all critiques and will answer all e-mails (hopefully).

Thanks,
Robert J. Cutter