Date: Sun, 13 Apr 2014 10:52:49 -0700 (PDT) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Nursery Rhime Another story of man and boy which of course means sex between man and boy. If, for whatever reason you shouldn't be there then go somewhere else. Other wise, N-joi and after you're done please make a monetary donation to Nifty to help support the web site. Hugs Tag ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ I had gone to a local smaller nursery because they had some statuary that I liked. Typically their prices were higher than the big chains but those guys didn't carry what I was looking for and Valley Nursery did. I'd done business there off and on over the past few years but as I said, their prices were high and the plants small. I had been eyeballing a particular statue since the previous fall and finally decided to go ahead and get it having cleared the spot where I had planned on setting it. Made of concrete, it was a Tibetan monk, although not a pot-bellied like a Buddha, sitting with feet crossed and hands resting in its lap, the classic lotus position. It had a base at least 2 feet wide and was probably 3½ feet tall. It had a brown-ish yellow-ish color to it; one that was supposed to make it look like it was an old piece. Flip it over and you saw grey, rather fresh, not aged concrete. So there I was, nosing around at some other things when a voice behind me said, "May I help you find something?" I turned to see a boy, maybe 14 could be 15, a rather strapping young lad, standing before me. He was cute; not drop dead cute or anything like that, but cute in a simple and wholesome way, a down home way if that makes any sense. You could tell by looking at him that he was a nice boy, a good natured boy. He was my height, about 5'7 and a half, slender but as I said strapping. His dark blonde hair was somewhat short but longer on the top and while the bangs fell over his forehead they didn't lay flat against it but were raised slightly off of the forehead. He had a sweet smile and I got the further impression that his sole purpose in life, at least at that moment, was to serve his customer. His name badge said Kevyn Rhime, in keeping with the new popularity of changing out the time honored spelling of an otherwise simple first name. But what the hell, my name was Shawn and my parents spelled it Choun. Go fucking figure. "Well Kevyn I was actually headed toward the statuary but these Lupines caught my attention." "That's a very good price on them too," he said. "May I get you a cart and small box to put some in?" Savvy kid as well. "That's a good idea Kevyn, thank you for asking." That said the boy headed away and I admired a very nice tight butt. Unlike most boys, Kevyn's 501's didn't sag or bag in the least but fit snuggly on a terrific adolescent butt. Not a big butt either but a perfect butt. I checked out some Delphinium's while I was at it and decided to get some of those as well. I liked the stall spikey flowers in my gardens as well as in vases in the house and both plants provided that. As Kevyn came back with a flat cart I cast a glance at his front and noticed that he filled it out nicely as well. He had a tasty looking bulge going and not one of those that looked like he was wearing a jock or a cup but one that bulged out around the bottom of the fly. It was the kind of bulge that briefs create when they're properly filled. "Here you go Mr..." and he stopped. I explained that my name was Shawn but then spelled it for him and he chuckled. "Yeah, I've gotten some crap from my friends about being all fancy schmancy and when you add my last name it's even worse. Kevyn then went about helping me pick out about 10 pots, choosing the ones with the most buds which of course were toward the back. In the process of picking out pots our bodies rested against each other a couple of times and it was gratifying that the boy didn't jerk away as many boys would have. He didn't press into me either so it was a nice pleasant contact. After setting the pots in cardboard containers Kevyn had a second thought and asked me to wait a moment. He then trotted off and again, I ogled his tender tight butt. He came back with a couple of plastic trays with individual slots for each pot. "These will keep em from falling all over the place." I really liked the boys' voice. It gotten past the high pitch of a preteen boy and was working its way toward the deeper adult voice that he would probably acquire in late adolescence. Still, I would bet that his voice cracked from time to time and undoubtedly caused him embarrassment. We made small talk as we wended our way through the aisles to the covered patio where most of the larger pots and statuary were stocked. I found out that he was slightly over 14½ years old, enjoyed sports and was a good student. I asked how it was that he was able to work at his age. "Family owns the place," he said with a chuckle. I was beginning to like this kid. We found the Statue that I wanted and Kevyn comment on how cool he thought it was. "Seems so at peace I guess," he said which I thought was a little deep for a boy his age. We got it manhandled onto the cart and I do mean manhandled. Fucker was heavy. "I need to take you home with me to get it out of the truck and into the garden," I told him. He laughed. "I would be more than happy to help you with it Choun," he said but you'd have to come get me and take me home and we don't even know where each other lives..." he let the sentence trail. I agreed with him and didn't pursue it, much as I would have liked to. Don't get me wrong, I didn't for a second figure that Kevyn would be open to any kind of physical interaction with me. I suspected that he probably hadn't even had any interactions with other boys; that was just the kind of boy he seemed like. That didn't mean I didn't enjoy being around boys; I did; a lot. Just hanging with boys and doing meaningless or even meaningful things was always a joy. Boys equated to joy in my book, all the way. I got my stuff paid for and we headed out to the parking lot where my truck was parked. About 15 feet away I hit the remote which chimed and caused the lights to flash. "That's your truck Choun," the boy asked, surprise very evident in his voice. I said that it was. "Oh man, we're neighbors. You live right around the corner from me, well sort of. You're down that dead end road where the guy has the ostriches on 332nd street." I was surprised, and pleasantly so doesn't come close to describing it. "Yeah, that's right." "You know the single story place right up from your road that has the white fence around it and the pond in back; that's where I live." "Oh, you mean the fence that took you hours to make white last summer?" I'd seen him before but mostly in passing. I remember his butt from then. "Yeah," he said, "what a pain that was. Gosh I love your truck, it is so cool." I owned a 20 year old Chevy Silverado that I'd picked up cheap, had the excess plastic rock guard along the bottom removed then had it repainted, leaving it mostly stock but adding pinstripes. Add a leather tonneau cover and wider tires with Cragars S/S rims and the truck garnered a lot of looks and comments. It was a sweet truck. We reached the truck, dropped the tailgate and I pulled the tail end of a thick tarp out to hang over the gate. Kevyn and I got the statue up onto the tarp then pushed it into the bed, the tarp sliding with it. The plants went in on both sides and it was done. "Well, I guess you get your wish of having me help you unload it Choun," he said with a smile that showed off his near perfect and crystal white teeth. "That is very true. When can you come over?" "I can't do it tonight but I have all day tomorrow free," he said. "My parents and sister will be gone all day. I detected eagerness in his voice. "Okay, what time should I pick you up?" he waved me off. "I can walk over Choun, it's barely a half mile I would think." "True, but you'd get to ride in the truck." He agreed that was also true. I asked him what time and he said he was up early so I shot 7 o'clock at him and he didn't bat an eyelash. "Well Kevyn it so happens that I too am an early riser so how about this. How about if I pick you and we'll go catch breakfast at the Harvest." The restaurant was a 4 star, well known for serving size, quality and taste." "You got a deal Choun," he said, offering his hand along with what I was identifying as a signature smile. "Oh look," I said as opened the door of the truck, "I probably won't be driving the truck as I don't want Mr. monk rolling around in the back so I'll pick you in my car and we can take the truck out later if you want." "Okay, I understand. What should I look for then. "The only car that will be in your driveway at 7 in the morning," I replied with a grin. Kevyn smacked his forehead with the palm of his hand in the classic "I'm such a dumb shit," move. Back home I parked the truck and decided to pull my car out to clean it up. I wanted to impress Kevyn and in the process hoped that I'd be able to figure out a way to spend more time with him, or him with me. I thought about the help I could use around my property, an acre and a half of most lawn and gardens. As I cranked the engine over and it finally grabbed I figured that the car would impress the boy. There is no car in the world that sounds like a big block dodge as it's cranking to start; none. Then there's the sound of a big block rumble and my built 440 6 pak most definitely rumbled. When it was all said and done it was putting out close to 600 ponies. I let the engine warm up then backed it out onto the pad where I did my car stuff and shut it down. I had picked the car up fairly cheaply about 15 years before, and when I say cheap I mean I damn near stole it. Time and about 35 grand restored the '72 Charger almost back to its original state. It was painted the stock Hemi orange and had all the stock decals on the hood back end and door skins. It rode on stock spoke rims with upgraded rubber and the interior was all stock vinyl with original gauges and radio. It had a Hurst pistol grip 4 speed running gears to the 8¾ inch 3:55 posi rear end. The license place read SIZZLIN; and it did. I spend about an hour on in, although it was already pretty clean, in fact it rarely had the opportunity to get dirty. As I dropped into bed that night I was wondering what tomorrow was going to bring, how things were going to go with Kevyn. I pulled into kevyn's driveway at 7 sharp the next morning, shut the car off and got out. Wonder boy came bounding out the door a moment later took about 4 steps and stopped dead in his tracks, his arms wind milling, his baby brown eyes wide open. "This is yours too Choun?" Of course he didn't want or need and answer. Kevyn walked slowly to the car then slowly around it, taking his time, until he made a full circuit and ended up next to me. "Wow. I've seen this go by a few times and wondered who owned it. I was going to ask you yesterday if you knew but I forgot all about it. Awesome license plate too. You have a rainbow sticker on the frame though. Does that mean that you're gay Choun?" He stopped himself. "I'm really sorry; forget I asked that, it's none of my business." "Well since you already asked the answer is yes. Is that going to be a problem for you?" Kevyn shook his head vigorously. "No, no, Choun, not at all, please don't think so, okay?" "Okay, sure, I'm good as long as you are." He said he was good. We got, buckled up and I started the car. The expression on Kevyn's face was classic. I was tempted to open the thing up but it was Sunday morning in a residential area so I waited until I got to a more commercial spot a couple of miles away. With nothing in sight, as soon as the light turned green I dumped the clutch and lay two wide strips of rubber though the intersection and 50 feet beyond before letting off the gas. Kevyn laughed gleefully while holding on to the arm rest and the seat. "I've never known anyone who was gay before," he had said as left his driveway. I told him he probably did but just didn't know it and he asked why I would say that. I explained the fear that many gay people have of being bullied, teased, ostracized and beat up, to name a few things so they tended to keep that information to themselves. He said it made sense. 15 minutes later we were seated in an out of way booth that Sienna, the hostess, knew I liked. We ordered breakfast and made small talk while we waited. Just as the food arrived and the waitress left Kevyn said, "I was wrong about knowing a gay person. There is a gay kid at school although I don't know him know him, just know who he is." Kevyn stabbed a sausage link and chewed off half of it and when he swallowed it he said, "Seems like a nice enough boy. I've thought about talking to him but just haven't." "Really," I said around a mouthful of almost chewed hash browns. "How come?" Kevyn shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno." His lack of eye contact hinted at a different answer. "Hhmmm; could it be because the only people he hangs out with are the least popular kids in school and you're concerned that if you even talk to him other kids might think you're gay?" Kevyn had a mouthful of food but nodded his head ever so slightly as he finished chewing then swallowed. "Yeah, that's pretty true. Sad isn't it?" "Yes Kevyn it is sad but it's also probably the most common reason gay kids are ostracized and picked on. And the thing is that some of the boys that do the teasing and bullying are engaging sexually with other boys." "What do you mean Choun," he asked, his curiosity clearly peaked. "Boys between the ages of say 12 & 15 often engage with another boy or boys by jacking off together, trading blow jobs, even fucking," I said, choosing the slang terms purposely. "The thing is that for the most part they aren't gay and don't see their behavior as being gay. They're just wanting to get off, to cum, that's a way to do it without having to do it all by yourself. Boys typically grow out of that phase or get girl-friends and move on in that direction." We ate in silence for a brief time, said silence interrupted by the waitress asking how we were doing and did we need anything. "I guess I have heard about boys doing that, you know, locker room talk at school and stuff." "But you never have," I asked softly and Kevyn shook his head. "No. I've been kind of invited by a couple of boys. My best friend Donovan has hinted at it in before and once when I was sleeping at his house and we were in his bed with the lights out he said he was really hard and really horny and said he wanted to jack off and would I do it with him." "What did you say?" "I told him my stomach was sort of aching and I just wanted to go to sleep and rolled over. A little later I could hear a rustling sound under the covers and his breathing got deeper and he sort of grunted then everything stopped. I knew he was doing it; did it. I knew he had cummed." I waited for the boy to go on but he didn't and while I had a couple of questions I kept them to myself. We continued to eat, Kevyn declaring the food as good as he'd heard it was and the portions were crazy big. "Gosh Choun," he said as we headed out the door, a satisfied expression on his smooth face, "I almost wanna just lay down and take a nap." "Well," I said, "we've got all day, we can lay around for a little bit if you'd like." That said I draped an arm across his shoulders and was surprised at how quickly and how close he cuddled up to me, placing his arm around my waist. I could see a couple of guys standing by my car, looking it over and when I hit the remote they jumped slightly. "Yours," one of them asked as I approached which I thought was pretty much a stupid question but didn't say anything. "Very sweet ride," he said with a grin so I thanked him. "Yeah well you didn't need to take up 2 parking slots," someone said from behind me. I did in fact pull in diagonally, taking up 2 slots to avoid door dings and other parking lot mishaps. I also did it farther away from the restaurant. I turned to see a tubby guts guy lumbering toward us having gotten out of one of those 4x4 trucks that you need steps to get up into. It had an extended cab so it too crowded over the lines. Covered in mud, the windshield had a crack all the way across the bottom and from what I could see there were plenty of large dents in it. Certainly not well taken care of. "It ain't that cool you need to block the parking slots." I looked around at a parking lot that was maybe ¼ of the way filled. "Really," I asked, glancing around at the mostly empty lot. "Yeah, really," he said, puffing himself up, the threat clearly implied. "Look, why don't you hike your fat ass into the restaurant and have a triple order of fat and starch to keep your strength up," I said, gently pushing Kevyn to one side. Fat ass' face went full on red and he thrust an arm out at about half speed with the intention of pushing me. Not a good move on his part. I grabbed the upright fingers with both hands squeezing them together and bent backwards fast and hard. The only place for the guy to go was down onto his knees or else experience a full set of snapped fingers or broken wrist or both. "You mother fucker you're gonna break my fingers," he whined. "That's possible but you attacked me and there are witnesses. Now, maybe you're hung over, maybe your dog died, maybe you're just a fucking asshole. None of that is my concern. I'm going to let go and I am going to get in my car and drive away. You are going to stand up and continue into the restaurant. If you even think of doing anything different, including going back to your truck, what you're feeling right now is nothing compared to what you will feel. Do we have an understanding?" The entire time I kept my voice low and even while continuing to exert pressure on his fingers and hand. He didn't answer so I asked again while ratcheting his fingers back farther. "Yes, yes we do," he groaned. I let go, directed Kevyn to get in while I got in and fired the car up. The spectator crowd had grown to almost a dozen who started cheering at the distinct rumble of the car. I let it warm up which didn't take long while fat ass had gotten up and was standing off to the side holding his hand. I backed out, got the car straight and dumped the clutch causing the back tires to burn and smoke for about 15 feet then let off and coasted out onto the road and drove away. "I'm sorry you had to see that Kevyn," I said as we headed toward home. "Perhaps you thought my response unnecessary but I assure you, the guy was looking to push someone around and no amount of talking was going to change that. By baiting him I threw him off his mark. Guys like that believe that their size frightens everybody and wins him battles. Obviously that isn't completely true." Kevyn was quiet for a moment. "I understand Choun and I think you're right. Gosh I can't believe how fast you moved. I didn't even see it happen. Is that like karate stuff or something." I explained that it was Brazilian Ju-Jitsu but what I didn't explain was how I let the guy off easy. Back at my house I put the Charger in the garage and led Kevyn to a quiet shady little spot in my garden where we plopped down on a wooden bench. I was surprised that the boy sat as close to me as he did given that he had plenty of space on the other side. I didn't comment. "It's so peaceful here Choun," he said. I said that it was a perfect place to sit back and relax and let breakfast settle. He chuckled and agreed. We both stretched our legs out, clasped our hands on our laps and closed our eyes. A couple of hummingbirds close by was reason to open our eyes then close them again. It was quiet for a good couple of minutes. "You know when my friend Donovan wanted me to jack off with him? I really wanted to do it." "Yeah," I said, "why didn't you?" I hadn't opened my eyes because I hadn't detected any movement on the bench and assumed that Kevyn's eyes had remained closed as well. It took him a moment to answer then finally, "I don't know Choun." I let that lie there a moment. "Probably because you don't want him to think you're gay, even though he initiated it. Maybe you're afraid that you might like it and that he'd see that and think you're gay or if you liked it you might think that meant that you're gay." Again, Kevyn didn't say anything for a while. When he did talk his voice was very soft. "I got hard listening to him Choun; really hard. I wanted to roll back over, throw the covers off and watch him while I jacked off too. I felt on my boner and rubbed it and stuff and I actually did jack off after he quieted down but I moved just my wrist and I did it slow so I wouldn't make any noise. When I squirted it was very powerful, the feelings were so strong I wanted to like, yell out or something. I filled my briefs with my sperm I made so much of it and I had to sleep with it in there. Gosh it was such a mess and in the morning it was all dried in my hairs and on my belly and even my pee hole." I opened my eyes and turned my head toward the boy then turned my body on the bench so that I was half facing him. Kevyn did the same. I had put my arm on the back of the bench so that my hand was against his back and when he turned Kevyn did the same, his arm resting on top of mine. "I'm going to take a grand leap her Kevyn and with your permission make an observation." He nodded his head and said okay. "I've listened carefully to everything you've said and I will tell you it's real close to the same kinds of things I've heard from other boys and I've heard from quite a few times over the years. I have to wonder Kevyn, do you think you're gay or suspect you might be gay and that's scary to your for some reason. Is it that fear that's holding you back because if you did do something with another boy it might confirm those fears?" Kevyn's face got an expression that might be a bit of sadness, or resignation or something. "I think so Choun, I think I might be." I reached out with my free hand and gently touched the side of his face. "I am really proud of you for being able to admit that Kevyn and to share it with me. Believe me I know how hard it is to say that out loud and to another person. If you can, tell me the reasons why you think that might be true." He went on to say the usual things; that he likes looking at other boys in the showers at school, he's wanted to do stuff with other boys like jacking off and even sucking and getting sucked off. He wasn't sure about getting fucked but he thought it would be cool to fuck a boy. He didn't think about girls much, didn't even look at them really. Much of that wasn't uncommon for boys in early puberty but then he tossed in the clincher. "When I jack off all I think about is boys, never girls. I think about being with this boy or that boy, there are plenty of cute boys in my school and in sports that I think about." "What are your fears Kevyn?" "That I'll be like that boy at school, that all my friends will tease me and hate me and stuff like that." I asked if the boy school was a flamer, a swishy gay boy. "Oh yeah, he walks talks and acts like a girl. He even wears a little make up around his eyes and stuff." When I asked what his family would make of his being gay he shrugged his shoulders and said he wasn't sure but it would probably be okay. "You won't turn out like that boy because that isn't who you are. He's the way he is because that's him. It would as hard for him to act butch as it would for you to be a flamer. Next, if people at school don't think you're gay now, they won't unless you tell them. I would bet that if they are your friends, they will stay your friends and won't give a fuck if you're a fag or not." "Do you think I'm gay Choun, or might be?" "I can't say, it's only a guess, but it seems like a good possibility." He nodded his head and slumped his shoulders. "Come here," I said, putting my arm on his shoulder and tugging gently. Kevyn moved into my embrace, such as it was due to positioning, and let me hold him and he held me back. It was nice. "You don't have to make any decisions about anything Kevyn. Just stay the way you are." "I know Choun," he said. "But I kind of want to try some stuff and I feel stuck. I can't take the risk with Donovan or the other boys who asked me." He was quiet and I just rubbed his back and let him be quiet. "I wish..." and then he stopped. I asked the obvious question but he shook his head in a "no" motion. "Go ahead Kevyn, you can tell me." He shook his head again so I let it be. "I wish," he finally said, "that you could do that stuff with me. I know you can't because it's illegal besides you're a man and I'm just a boy, a kid." He let out a heavy sigh. I let that rest a little bit the stood up and encouraged Kevyn to do the same. When he did I reached out and began to undo the buttons on his 501's. "You granted my wish," I said in answer to the perplexed expression on his smooth young face, "by coming over to help with the statue. Now I'm granting your wish and if that's not okay just say so." I managed 3 buttons on the old worn jeans then dropped to my knees and tugged them down. The boy definitely filled his briefs all right and I reached out to cup the still soft and squishy bulge causing him to sigh. I tugged the briefs down to reveal an easy 7 plus inches of soft but hardening boy cock and a low slung sac of nice sized balls. His nest of curls was a dark brown or just slightly black color resting at the base of his cut cock, his balls almost completely smooth. I hefted the tube of flesh and felt up and down its rapidly swelling length reveling in the warmth and texture of his pride and joy. I raised my hand, placed my mouth over the head and moved my own head forward as I closed down. "Oohhh," he whispered above me. As I sucked I shoved his jeans and briefs to his ankle the reach around and cupped his butt cheeks, kneading the firm flesh while trailing a finger at the edge of his crack. I stopped sucking for a moment and had him sit down, legs splayed over, his cock by then standing tall and proud between hairless thighs, his balls resting on the wooden bench. He was definitely 7½ inches at least. I pulled his boner toward me while I leaned forward, we met, and I sucked him again. Kevyn began moaning softly and put his hands gently on my head and tried thrusting his hips up in the natural reflex of having a blow job but it didn't take long before he asked me to stop. "I'm going to cum real fast Choun and I want to wait so I can suck you too, that is if you don't mind." "I never mind having my cock sucked by a boy, especially a cute one," I said as I stood up. I unbuckled my belt, unsnapped my jeans and unzipped them, pulling the flaps open. "Do you want to finish the unwrapping," I asked him. evyn's answer was to scoot forward to the edge of the bench and feel the rigid tube outlined in my purple briefs, a pair from Papi called dusk to dawn. "My gosh you feel huge Choun," he said in a hoarse voice. I wasn't really, not much, if any bigger than he was. Kevyn slipped his fingers in the waistband and tugged the garment down, taking care not to hook the head of my cock and allowing it to stand fully upright against my belly. He slid everything down to my knees and began exploring. "You still have your foreskin," he observed, "and your balls are big and smooth. Do you shave down here?" I said that I did. He cupped my nuts and stroked my cock, watching the foreskin slide back and forth over the head. "I guess we're close to the same size huh?" He pulled the stiff flesh down and opened his mouth, covering his teeth as he did, then put it over my cock head and closed down. I loved the warmth of a mouth when it first closed on my cock and having a cute teenage boy doing it made things that much sweeter. Kevyn started the process, moving his head to and fro, taking as much of me into his mouth as possible. It is such an awesome sight to look down on the face of a young boy who has his sweet lips wrapped around your cock. I reached out and very gently rubbed on Kevyn's cheek and he responded by leaning his head into my touch, his eyes remaining closed and soft moans coming from his throat. I wondered then if I was going to be fortunate enough to spend more time with this boy. Kevyn continued to suck for a few minutes then stopped and stood up. I reached down and cupped his balls, dragging them up then letting he fall gently from my hand. "Are you having fun?" The boy grinned, nodded his head and said he was. "Are you ready to cum?" He nodded his head again and once again he said yes. "But I want to try one other thing first." When I said okay he moved his head toward mine. I tilted my head and he did as well and our lips met. His first kiss was awkward and he pulled away within 3 minutes. "Let me show you," I said. I took his head in my hands, told him to open his mouth then just let his mouth do what mine did. I put my open mouth against his and began moving it gently and Kevyn managed to follow quite nicely. It only took a moment before the kissing became quite serious, garnering moans and a pressing together of bodies, hard cocks mashing against each other. I ran a hand up under his t-shirt to rub his chest while the other went to his tight butt. One of Kevyn's hands went to my cock then he captured his as well and he held them together and stroked us. We broke the kiss seemingly by mutual consent. I looked into eyes that were half way shut in lust then kissed him quickly on the lips. "Time to cum Kevyn." He nodded his head. We sat on the bench and loved ourselves, each watching the other. The boy liked to play with his balls while he jacked off while I alternated between tugging my nuts and tweaking a nipple. "I'm gonna cum really soon," Kevyn finally said then quickly added, "Here it is." He grunted as a thick stream of sperm shot to his chest, followed by another and yet another all of them hitting his chest and all of them leaving droplets of cum along their trajectory. The next was a small squirt and I figured it was about over but was wrong. The next one followed the first 3, long ropes of gooey boy goodness that splattered his chest. The next one was similar to the other long ones. From there the squirts were shorter and his balls finally stopped at 8 although individual globs of sperm continued to ooze out and run quickly down over his fingers. "Holy fuck Kevyn," I said and reached over to wipe up some of his sperm. I soaked my cock head in his juices then stroked myself to an orgasm while the boy watched intently and played with his balls and his cock. My offering was about half of what the kid made which still made a mess on my belly. After my cum stopped leaking I sat there quietly, thumb hooked around the base of my cock and fingers all gently moving and rubbing my balls. "Wow," Kevyn finally said, "that was fun except I'm covered in my sperm." I glanced at the boy and indeed it seem like someone had just taken a cup of cum and poured it on him. "Take your shirt off and hike your clothes up and we'll go in the house and clean you up." He did, and we did, electing to use the utility sink in my garage and the industrial roll of paper towels. I have to say that the boys' chest and stomach were very well defined; lots of creases in all the places where they should be. I was dying to see Kevyn naked and was pretty damned sure that would happen and a second later Kevyn verified the probability. "This was so awesome for me Choun," he said after putting his shirt back on. "Can we do it again, can we do more stuff? Gosh I would love to be naked and in bed with you." He paused for a moment then sort of hung his head. "Jeez I can't believe how forward I'm being. I'm really sorry. I put my hand under his chin and gently raised it. "You don't need to apologize for anything Kevyn, especially to me. This was fun for me too and I was just thinking how much I would love to see your naked body and the best place for that is in bed so you and I are on the same page. I leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips. "That was nice," he said quietly after I backed my head away. That said I did it again only stayed there longer before backing away. His eyes remained closed, a very slight smile on his face while an "Mmmm" ushered from his throat. I could sure do that for a long time." "Well look, how about if we get the monk in place and the plants in the ground then we can spend the rest of the day in bed naked, or outside naked, or in the shower naked or wherever you want," I told him. The boy leaned forward and kissed me. "Wherever is fine; as long as we're naked. >>>>>> <<<<<<<<<< >>>>>>>>>> <<<<<<<<<< This is my 200th story. All of my stories are posted here, exclusively, at Nifty.org for your enjoyment.