Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2018 04:04:22 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Old Goat

This story was borne from a dream that involved some young teen boys
sipping whiskey with an older man, seemingly a mentor. There wasn't any sex
but it was implied in the dream. So, as I lay there in that half awake mode
and gently fondling my raging hard on, I envisioned the opening scenes. I
hope it works for you. N-joi

Hugs,
Tag_m

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The boy stood before the man, almost at attention, his eyes facing the wall
above the man's head. His uniform was spotless and without any creases or
wrinkles, the recently minted14 year old clearly wearing it with pride.
Maximillian had been the same way when he and his twin brother had attended
the very expensive, very exclusive private school, lo those many decades
ago.

Maximillian reached out from where he sat and gently pushed against the
boys' crotch, the lad standing stock still as if he were a dog in a
show. He gently fondled at the boys' trousers, feeling the kid up for a
moment then sat back.

"So, Mister Johns here tells me that you need my help," Maximillian said,
leaning back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. He was referring
to the 17 year old upper classman that had accompanied the boy and was
standing directly behind him.

"Yes sir, I do" the boy said with determination.

"And you're aware of what the exchange will be both today and for, how many
more visits?"

"Yes sir. Three additional visits sir, I understand and accept the terms."

At this point I should explain Maximillian Gotaris, that is Go-Taurus,
hence the nickname he bore throughout his school and college years was The
Goat, or just Goat. Now that he was a silver haired man half way through
his 7th decade, behind his back it was The Old Goat. Maximillian was aware
of that but didn't give a shit. He had more money than Croesus, and more
power and influence than Alexander The Great. Because of those facts, he
was able to do things for people, kind of like The Godfather only on a more
grand scale or in some cases, such as this one, a smaller scale.

The boy desperately wanted to get in onto the Lacrosse team at school but
didn't quite have the chops so, Maximillian would make a phone call and it
would be taken care of. But that only got the boy into the team. Once
there, the boy would have a probationary period during which he would have
to come up to the team standards. If he didn't, oh well, goodbye. If
necessary, Maximillian would tutor the boy himself which meant more visits
with the man.

"Well then, let's see what we have here," Max said and moved forward to the
edge of his custom built chair. He reached up and undid the boys' belt,
then zipper, then tugged his slacks down, revealing a pair of classic white
briefs. Max felt the boy up a little bit, reveling in the soft squishy feel
of his genitals. He finally hooked his fingers into the waist band and
tugged them down to the boys' ankles, then simply admired the landscape in
front of him.

Typical of early adolescence, the boy looked to be nicely enough endowed
although not overly so, and clipped. He had a nice tidy nest of dark brown
hair at the base of his cock, but it was still sparse enough to see skin
through. His balls were totally smooth and hung nicely, one egg below the
other. Max could almost hear the sperm churning inside him. In Gorat's
humble opinion, a boy was just as pleasing to look at soft as much as a boy
hard.

"You are a very comely boy Mr. Dean," Max said soothingly.

"Thank you sir; you are kind to say so." Indeed, Charles (not Charlie)
Dean, or Chaz to his very close friends, was a fairly good looking
lad. Roughly 5'6, slender, smooth of face with a slight smattering of
freckles across the bridge of his nose and an equally slight amount of red
tinge in his cheeks. His chestnut brown hair was clipped short per the
school's standards and slightly spikey in the bangs. Max admired the gently
sloping tautness of the boys' belly, the deep creases that separated his
pelvis from his hips and culminated in all that made him boy.

"No," Max said softly, "I'm not kind to say so, I'm honest, now let's see
if we can't blow some life into this lovely appendage." Max leaned forward
and simply pressed his face against the boys' groin and inhaled deeply,
taking in the heady fragrance of a healthy teenage boy. Max fairly swooned
at the odors that assaulted his highly sensitive olfactory organ and
thought to himself that this boy could very well get the Goat hard, a state
of being that was becoming more difficult to achieve and thus less frequent
than Maximillian would like.

Max could feel the boy begin to respond, his cock starting to press
slightly against the mans' face. He leaned back, saw that indeed it was
true, then moved his head and placed it over the end of the boys' cock and
swallowed it down like an oyster. Max put one hand on the boys' ass,
reflecting on how small but firm the cheek was. Max had every intention of
fucking the boy, or at least trying to. Max's prodigious pecker seemed to
be working against his desires these days and just because Max willed it to
rise, more often than not the goddamned thing refused to.

The old man's other hand cupped the child's balls and here again his heart
fluttered with joy. Having a teenage boys' smooth warm sperm makers in his
fingers was still a thrilling event even after all these years. Seems the
boy thought so too because he moaned softly and his cock went to full on
tumescence inside Max' mouth which thrilled the Goat to no end. He backed
off a little to enjoy the view, young Charles' now full engorged cock right
in front of his face, close to 6 inches of teen flesh standing hard and
proud.  There was hardly anything so beautiful as a young teenage boy with
a raging boner; so virile, so strong and ready for action.

Max nodded to the boy behind Charles who had unzipped and lowered his
trousers and underpants to reveal his own raging 7 inch cock. The boy,
Dwight Johns, stepped forward and put his hands on the younger boys'
shoulders and began kissing his neck and licking at his ear, his stone hard
boner pressed against Charles' ass crack. Charles moaned at the intense
feelings ripping through his virgin body. Yes, virgin. Charles had never
been with anybody, a rare feat in their private school. But then, this was
the boys' first year.

Dwight had eye balled the younger boy for some time but hadn't managed to
tumble him. Nobody had, according to Dwight's friends and spies. When the
kid had come to him for help, it was a no brainer for Dwight who, in his
dorm room later got his cock sucked by a gorgeous 10 year old while
thinking about fucking young Charles. He had told the boy that there would
be a price and what that price might entail and while Charles considered
it, his desire to play on the championship Lacrosse team allowed him to
agree, even though he did not yet know the full terms of service, as it
were. Thus, a phone call was made by Dwight and here they stood.

The Goat moved his hand farther back between the boys' legs and allowed his
fingers to explore Dwight's balls for a moment, noting that they had been
recently shaved. Max had tumbled the now 17 year old when Dwight was barely
9 years old and fucked him on his 3rd visit to Max's. Dwight had cried out
when Max impaled him but then there wasn't a boy alive that hadn't cried
out when Max entered their tight little boy pussies. And well they should
have. Max sported 9½ very thick inches of cock and had since he was 15.

He and his twin brother Randolph had been the hit of their private school
since they were 7 years old, then mostly because of their beauty. At 11
years old they hit 5¾ inches and already had the beginning wisps of
hair, and both were making sperm although it was of the clear and watery
variety. At 13 years old they were7¼ inches, hit 9 inches half way
through their 14th year. Plenty of their professors had been fucked by the
twins, more than a few of them in the same encounter. By the time they had
graduated, the twins figured they'd fucked 300 or more boys and didn't
bother to count the adults, both male and female. At this point in the
Goat's life he figured he had been with roughly 10,000 boys, not that he
reflected on it much.

Another note should be taken about Maximillian. While he was pushing 77
years old it didn't mean he looked like an old goat. In fact, he had
maintained his college weight his entire life. Because of his upbringing he
carried himself upright, shoulders back and projected an image of power and
authority and had the wherewithal to back that up. His white hair was
neatly styled, his face was fairly wrinkle free and he had all his original
teeth. In short, the Goat was a handsome as well as imposing man and it was
few indeed who thought otherwise.

Maximilian moved his hand and worked his fingers up between Charles' firm
cheek and found the boys' asshole and began rubbing a finger tip back and
forth over the wrinkled muscle. Oh, to lick that lovely pucker, to taste
the boys' core. Max actually felt his cock begin to stir at the image that
had formed in his septarian brain.

Max had continued to suck the boys' cock, could tell that the kid was as
hard as he'd ever been in his young life. He could also tell by the sounds
the boy was making, his rate of breathing that it wouldn't be long before
his balls gave up their gooey prize, that elixir of the gods, young boy
sperm.

Max pulled his hand back, put it into the pocket at the side of his chair
and pumped lube into it. He then returned it between the boys legs and
motioned for Dwight to step back, which the older teen did. The two had
been through this routine many times. Max proceeded to smear the end of
Dwight's cock, the boy holding it down for Max to get to, and spent an
extra moment massaging the swollen head and thus working the older teen
into even more of a frenzy. Max then went back up between the boys' legs
and inserted his slippery digit into the boys' pussy.

Charles wiggled and squirmed at first having figured out what was going to
happen, but his two partners held him tight. "Just relax baby," Dwight
cooed, "it will be fine, you'll be okay." As Max finger fucked the boy,
Charles relaxed and began to moan softly and eventually began to gently
fuck the Goat's mouth. Max smiled to himself. He figured that he might just
have a keeper, a boy that would return to his house and to Max' bed
willingly. He also knew that Charles could well be a conduit for other
boys, just like Dwight was, and might even take Dwight's place when the
older teen graduated even though there were other boys who would vie for
that privilege.

Maximillian had a half dozen such boys within his constellation, boy's who
were willing to do almost anything that Max asked and many things that he
didn't ask for. These boys reveled in the attention, the power, the things
that Max could and would provide them throughout their lives and of course
they loved the sex. They loved double teaming younger boys, and sometimes
little girls with Max. The Goat's mansion was a safe place to explore all
manner and form of debauchery without fear of condemnation or
recrimination. Nobody fucked with the Goat; nobody. Because of the
benefits, boys didn't look elsewhere for that type of entertainment.

Max had continued to fondle Charles' balls and his butt so when he felt the
kid was ready Max tapped Dwight's hip. While Dwight gently got Charles to
move into the position he wanted, Max pushed a button and the seat of his
chair slid quietly forward. Much like the seats in an expensive car, Max'
large chair could be adjusted in a myriad of ways. In this case, the seat
moved forward a good 6 inches beyond the arms of the chair. Charles leaned
forward and put his hands on the chair arms to brace himself.

The position was a little difficult for both boys since they still had
their slacks and underpants puddled around their ankles. Yes, Max could
have had them both naked which would allowed for many and varied
configurations and better positioning. But for Max, there was something
highly erotic about a boy getting sexed with his clothes still on, as if he
were in such a hurry that he didn't want to take time to disrobe, or
perhaps he was being taken against his will. Didn't matter much, it was
still hot as hell.

Max felt Dwight get into position so reached around with both hands to peel
the boy open and fully expose his pussy to the older teen. Max felt
Dwight's swollen cock head at the edge of his knuckles then the wiggling
and worming until the boys' body gave away and let Dwight inside.

"Aggghhh," Charles cried out and his body stiffened.

"Relax baby" Dwight whispered to the boy. "Breathe, keep breathing, push
down like you're trying to shit, the pain will go away soon." Max could
feel Charles' boner start to wilt so put a little more effort into sucking
the boy, not that he wasn't already. He continued to keep one hand on
Charles' ass, the fingers resting against Dwight's stiff flesh. The other
hand went back to the smooth balls that practically touched his chin, to
fondle and stimulate, which seemed to work.

Dwight finally deemed it safe to continue and began to slowly and gently
push his cock into the 14 year old's ass until his balls rested against
Maximillian's fingers. To his credit, the boy had taken it all without a
murmur of pain. Dwight started the process slow and easy, pulling about
half way out of the boy before slowing going back in. Max' fingers were
right there feeling on the action. He stopped sucking Charles for a moment
and went about licking the boys' balls and even sucking each one in turn,
into his mouth. It didn't take long before Max heard the soft moans of
pleasure from above his head. Max slowly stroked Charles while he played
with the kids' balls then licked the stiff shaft as well as the head and
lapped up some seeping precum.

Dwight picked up speed and began thrusting a little harder into the tight
confines of Charles' tight asshole. Max went back to sucking his cock
again.

"Oh god," the boy moaned as his breathing picked up. He began pushing
backwards a little to meet Dwight's thrusts, wanting more cock in his
ass. Finally Charles groaned, "More. Fuck me more please, fuck me more, oh
fuck." Max knew it wouldn't be long before the boy spurted. Dwight knew not
to cum in the boys' ass. He and Max had already worked out a little routine
that they often used during a boys' first time with them.

By that time Charles was whimpering. The sound of bodies slapping together
resounded in the large room. Dwight was pounding the boy good and hard.

"I'm going to cum," Charles blurted out. "Fuck me hard Dwight, fuck me hard
jesusfuckingchristalmight," he practically yelled. Max felt the boys' cock
swell against his lips then the warm nectar of his balls, shooting into his
mouth. Max didn't swallow for he fully intended to give the boys' sperm
back to him but still, he was surprised at the volume the kid made.

"Oh my god oh my god," he continued to moan as his young balls were drained
out every last available drop of sperm. Charles would reflect later that it
was the best cum he'd ever had in his entire life including his first
one. A tap on the hips from Max notified Dwight to pull out, which he
did. As soon as he was separate, Max tugged Charles downward and being off
balance the boy fell across Max's lap but Max was prepared.

He guided the boy so that his head rested against Max' shoulder and looked
down into eyes that were half closed and clouded in lust but still
aware. He was still hooked at the ankles, but his legs splayed out even
further. The Goat leaned his head down and Charles knew what was coming and
didn't move, in fact, wanted it to happen. His mouth opened and Max pressed
his mouth to the boys' and opened it, letting Charles' sperm flow back into
his teenage body. At the same time, Max' free hand went to the boys' crotch
and began fondling his balls then moving up to his cock to squeeze and
stroke the stiff flesh before moving up underneath his uniform shirt to rub
his belly then his chest all the while feeling the taut muscle of a growing
boy.

For his part, Charles threw an arm around Max' neck and moaned loudly as
his cum was returned to him. Like all boys, Charles had tasted his own
sperm on more than a few occasions, just not that much or in that
manner. He bucked his hips up against the Goats' hand and moaned a little
more and held on a little tighter as he swallowed his gooey boy goodness.

Max was not prone to stop right then. The boy was clearly up into a fog of
hotness and seemed inclined for more activity, which he was going to
get. Instead he continued to kiss the boy, deep throating the youngling who
kept on with his moans and groans and seemed to cling even tighter to the
Goat. Dwight had moved to the side of the chair, duck walking because his
movement was also hampered by his clothing at his ankles. The older boy
stood there stroking his thick hard cock and fondling his heavy balls.

Max broke the kiss and hugged Charles' head to him, the boy allowing
himself to be cuddled like a small child. "You are a very desirable boy
Charles," the Goat murmured to him. "Your young cock tasted very nice in my
mouth and your sperm was quite delicious. I will look forward to being with
you." Charles shuddered slightly as Max moved his hand back down to play
with the boys' genitalia, finding him still rock hard.

Dwight nodded to the Goat, indicating that he was close. "Come now my sweet
boy, we have more for you," Max said softly and loosened his arm. Charles
opened his eyes and looked up at the Goat admiringly then turned his head
to see Dwight jacking off right next to him. Max helped the boy raise his
upper body and just in time.

"Here's my cum for you," Dwight groaned. A great stream of sperm shot out
onto Charles' upturned face running diagonally from the right side of the
boys' hairless chin, up across his lips and tip of his nose and across his
left eye. Charles quickly opened his mouth wide and the second shot went
right inside with a little dripping down over the boys' chin. Between the
two boys they managed to get Dwight's cock into Charles' mouth where Dwight
continued to jerk and squirt, loading the boy up. The Goat knew just how
much cum the older teen made and wondered briefly if Charles would choke
but he did not.

"Don't swallow it all Charles, I want you to give me some," Max whispered.

The boy groaned loudly and managed to thrust his hips and Max turned his
head to watch the boys' cock begin spurting cum onto his heaving
belly. While he had seen such a thing before it was still unusual for a boy
to squirt twice in the space of what; 3 minutes. The Goat quickly took hold
of the sperming cock and stroked it hard and fast and garnering more moans
and groans from its owner.

When Dwight finally finished and stepped back, Charles sat up and in
moments his mouth was plastered against the Goat's mouth once more,
transferring the fresh squeezed boy juice into Max's mouth. The boy didn't
stint on using his tongue either, instead pushing it against Maxs' tongue
with force and energy.

When it was all over, Max let the boy fall back just enough so that he
could groom him, licking the sperm from Charles' face. The cute young 14
year old smiled and purred at the attention and when it was finished the
two kissed again.

Max got Charles to his feet then stood in front of him. To his surprise the
boy melted into the Goat's arms for more kissing, clothing still down
around his ankles so his still hard cock pressed against Max. He let his
head rest against Max and murmured,

"When can I see you again sir." Max ran his hands down to grip the boys'
butt.

"Why don't you call me in two days, on Friday night. Perhaps you could
spend the night with me."

"I would like that very much sir," he said into Maxs' chest. That done they
separated and as Charles got his clothing put back into place the Goat
asked him to not play with anyone else for the time being and if he could
to not jack off until they met again. The fresh fucked teen promised, Max
kissed him quickly again and told Dwight to give the boy his private number
and the two left. Max then made his way down a series of hallways toward
his indoor swimming pool.

There were plenty of adults that helped direct willing or appropriate boys
in the Goat's directions, many of them having been his boys when they were
young and many owing their current employment to Maximillian in some way
shape or form. This boy he was going to meet had aspirations of being a
diver, but his family couldn't afford a trainer. Max had been in
competition diving since he was 8, and among other accomplishments had
earned a spot on the US diving team. He had been destined for the Olympics
when his twin was killed in a motorboat accident in the South Pacific. Max
had been devastated and didn't have the energy to practice, let alone
compete, and stepped away from competition entirely. It didn't hamper his
talent or abilities one whit and he had continued to dive throughout his
adult life, just not in competition. He also continued to teach, coach and
mentor "appropriate" boys, hence, that afternoon's meeting.

The boy he was meeting had been referred by an older cousin, Jim, whom
Maximillian had helped out some years before. The young man had contacted
Max, they talked, and thus the meeting was set. Max walked into the pool
room where the boy and the cousin were waiting. Greeting and hugs were
given, a bit of small talk made then introductions.

"This is my cousin Keir," the current college student said. "Keir, this is
Mr. Max." The two shook hands, the Goat taking note of the soft,
tentativeness of the boy.

"It's a pleasure to meet your sir," the boy said, his high pitched voice
like a fine melody to the Goats' ears. Maxs' eyes drank the boy up. Five
feet maybe, hair the blonde color of damp sand with various lighter and
darker shades shot throughout. He wore it long, covering his ears, curling
at the neck of his t-shirt, and hanging over his eyebrows onto his
eyelids. It had been some months since it had been trimmed to the ends
didn't have any definition to them and he had the beginning of some wave,
so it didn't just lay flat to his small head. Thick eyebrows could be seen
under the strands of his bangs and large hazel brown eyes were highlighted
by long thick lashes. His face was entirely smooth, blemish free except for
two very small on the right side of his face. One was on the shelf of his
cheek bone, the other an inch and a half or so lower and a little farther
in, even with the outer part of his eye and on the point of his cheekbone.

"And how old are you Keir," Max asked.

"Ten years old sir," he said, again thrilling the Goat with his high
pitched voice. It had been awhile since Max had been with a preteen boy and
he was looking forward to spending some quality time with this boy. When
asked, Keir responded with "yes, I want to be a competition diver." Max
asked if he'd brought a swim suit with him the boy nodded his head. To his
cousin Max said,

"2 hours." The young man nodded his head and turned to go. To Keir he said,
"Well, let's get into swim gear and see how you do." He led the boy to the
changing room where he pulled his own Speedo off a rack and began to
undress. Keir seemed a little hesitant.

"Go ahead and set your clothing on the bench there," the Goat said. Max
shed his clothing fairly quickly, the boy a little slower. Max took his
time once he was naked and of course Keir looked and of course his
beautiful eyes went wide at the sight of the Goat's cock and large low
hanging balls. Down to his brightly colored briefs the boy turned away and
dropped them and quickly stepped into his bright red Speedo. The sight his
small naked butt and the barest bit of his balls caused the Goat's heart to
flutter.

Max stepped into his bright blue speedo and was adjusting himself when Keir
turned to face him, he too adjusting his young boy package. "You look very
nice in your speedo Keir," Max said. Indeed, for his age, the boys' body
was nicely defined, and those creases tween hip and pelvic bone were deep
enough to slide a little finger down into without disturbing the swim
gear. Max reached out for the boys' hand, saying "Let's go see what you've
got Keir.

They spent the next 40 minutes with the Goat running the kid through his
paces and while Max was somewhat impressed he could see plenty of places
for improvement. It gave the man plenty of reasons to put his hands on the
boy, adjusting his body for various reasons. It also gave him reason to
gently pat the boys' narrow little butt after a good dive or just in
general. Keir didn't seem put off by the physical contact one iota.

Max also did some diving, an everyday ritual for the man and of course his
young protégé was mightily impressed. The pool was full on Olympic
quality with the requisite diving platforms as well as diving boards.

"Gosh Mr. Max I hope can be as good as you some day," Keir said excitedly
after the Goat performed a series of acrobatics from the 10 meter platform
and the diving board. The Goat assured the boy that if he followed all
directions and practiced every day he could be a champion. Obviously, Keir
beamed at the idea.

They sat on a poolside bench and Max explained to the boy that he had
potential but that he would need to practice at least 4 days a week. Keir
vowed that he could and would do that but finding a place to do it was
going to be difficult. Max smiled to himself. Perfect. He went on to
explain to Keir that the boy could practice here but that 4 days a week
would pose a problem for Max, only a partial lie. The Goat suggested two
weekdays and perhaps a longer day on a Saturday or Sunday. Keir thought
that was a splendid idea.

"Maybe I could do a sleepover, so we could start early in the morning,"
Keir suggested then apologized quickly for being so forward. Max felt his
cock stir then told the boy that he wished that he'd thought of that
himself then asked what the boys' parents would say to that.

"It's just my mom and she would be fine with it Mr. Max." Max suggest that
they take a shower and talk then led the boy by the hand.

"Did you Jonathan explain to you how things work with me," the Goat asked
as they walked. Keir nodded his head.

"He said that you really like helping boys but nothing in life is free and
you might want to do some stuff with me, like as a payment?" Max nodded his
head.

"I would like to think of it as fair trade," the Goat said, "but I suppose
it amounts to the same thing. You get something, you give something. Did
Jim say what that might mean?" Keir paused before answering then nodded his
pretty little head.

"He said that it might mean playing sexy stuff." Max then asked if the boy
had done such things and got a head nod.

"I played a little bit with boys, like playing with on each other's boner
and sucking them. One, Jim let me help him make the sperm stuff, that was
fun."

"And you are willing to do such things with me Keir?" The boy nodded his
head and when Max asked if he would be willing to do so even if Max didn't
help him the boy didn't hesitate but nodded his head again. The Goat stood
and reached a hand out to the boy.

"Let's go shower and change Keir." The youngling didn't hesitate again, but
taking the old man's hand and off they headed to the shower. Once there,
Max asked the boy if he minded if the Goat undressed him and got a little
head shake. Max sat and had the boy stand in front of him then reached out
and gently slipped the speedo down, uncovering Keir for the first time. Max
thrilled at the sight of him.  The 10 year old's pale body was beautiful in
its entirety. His cocklet was clipped and shrunk, along with his small sac,
due to the pool water but Max could see the potential. He had the boy step
out of the speedo then turned him around and ogled his small boy butt then
gently rubbed the orbs.

"You are an adorable boy Keir," the Goat said with full honestly. Indeed,
the kid was. While he preferred sperming boys, boy who were early teen or
very close to it, Max thought that 10 year old boys should be a category
all to themselves. Close to the cusp of becoming sexually mature it allowed
for some fantasy about how a boy would develop and what he would eventually
look like when that happened. Too, the pubertal process had often started;
the balls dropping and the cock betting bigger and of course boners started
happening with more frequency.


"Thank you Mr. Max," the boy said softly. Max then cupped the boys'
genitalia and gently fondled the squishy mass and feeling it respond in his
hand. After a moment Keir asked, "are you going to be naked too Mr. Max?"
The Goat hadn't been necessarily waiting for the question, but it excited
him to some degree. By his thinking, when a boy asked such a question it
meant he was all in for what might happen, more eager than amenable. Max
stood.

"Would you like to do the honors sweet boy?" Keir nodded his head
vigorously, reached out and hooked his fingers into the waistband of the
Goat's speedo and tugged it down. The boy's eyes went wide at the sight,
even though he'd seen it not 45 minutes prior. He tugged the suit all the
way down and Max stepped out of it.

 "I can't believe how big it is," the boy said, clearly flabbergasted at
the size of the pale white python in front of his face. "Can I touch it?"

"Of course you can. I would be disappointed if you didn't." The youngling
reached out and took hold of the Goats' long thick cock and hefted it as if
judging its weight, his eyes glued to it as well. Max could see that Keir
was becoming stimulated by the action, his young cock rising quite
rapidly. The Goat willed his cock to rise for the boy but alas, it seemed
impervious to his will.

"Why is it not getting hard Mr. Max," the boy asked. The Goat explained
that when men got as old as he was it became more and more difficult to get
hard and eventually it would no longer happen. Keir asked if it still got
hard sometimes and Max said that it did. The cute young thing seemed to
take that as his own personal challenge.

"Well then I will do the best job I can to make it hard for you Mr. Max."
Nothing could have pleased Max more in that moment. By that time the
youngling was ramrod hard, 3½ of hard boy cock it Max wasn't mistaken
and he rarely was in such guestimates.

"I will certainly give you a chance to do that you sweet thing but for now
let us go take a shower." Max led the boy to the shower, a multi-headed
affair that squirted water from the ceiling and the walls, not to mention
the varied spray wands. He had a lighting system installed could create a
variety of moods so set it to a soft blue which keir acknowledged was very
cool.

"How would you like a little treat my sweet boy," Max said after getting
the water going and getting them both wet down. Keir didn't ask what, but
simply nodded his pretty little head with enthusiasm. Max explained to Keir
that he was going to wash the boy and proceeded to go about that task. The
boy was purring within seconds of the Goat's first touch, the man massaging
the youngling's narrow shoulders. In typical fashion, Max worked his way
down the preteen's body, getting a wiggle and giggle when he did the arm
pits. In his quest Mac bypassed Keir's waist and genitalia, saving the best
for last.

On his knees, the Goat eyeballed Keir's front and back and declared out
loud that the boy had a spectacular butt, which he did, causing Keir to
giggle.

"Have you seen lots of boys butts Mr. Max," Keir asked.

"Yes I have Keir, hundreds of them, maybe thousands," which of course was
acutely understated. "Your cock and your balls are very nice too sweet
boy," Max said soothingly then cupped the works with his soapy hand and
began to wash all that made Keir boy.

"Oh gosh Mr. Max, oh gosh," the boy groaned as Max thoroughly worked his
soft squishy balls and his still hard young cock. Max's other hand was busy
washing and kneading the flesh orbs of Keir's tiny butt, reveling in the
soft skin and pliable flesh. He allowed his finger to slip up and down the
boys' crack and eventually found his way to the puckered core of him. Keir
automatically stepped one foot outward to give the Goat full access to his
hole, all the while moaning loudly. Max assumed that it was the first time
anyone had touched him there once he hit 5 years old.

The Goat ran his fingers back and forth over the muscle, the tips running
into the boys' balls on each trip. He finally stopped and kept one digit
against the wrinkle muscle and began working the tip inside the kid. To his
credit, Keir responded with a loud groan and actually pushed down to help
facilitate the process.

Max finally stopped and got the boy rinsed off and began washing
himself. Keir asked if he could wash Max's cock and balls and got the go
ahead to do just that. Max looked down on the boy, admiring his focus, as
he diligently manipulated the Goat's soft genitalia. Max felt his cock
begin to respond, a thrilling moment to be sure. Keir noticed it as well.

"Am I giving you a boner Mr. Max; it sure feels like it."

"I think you are my sweet child," the Goat responded. "Perhaps we should
leave the shower." With that he rinsed off, both boy and man got out and
went about the drying process then max led the boy back to the pool area
and then through a closed door into a room complete with a king sized bed,
night stand and big screen TV.

"A bedroom," Keir said, surprise clearly evident in his high pitched voice.

"I thought it might be more comfortable if we're to play," the Goat
responded. Keir actually grinned then became coy.

"What kind of play Mr. Max?"

"I would very much love to suck your delicious cock my boy."

"Okay but there is one thing," he said. Max got a questioning expression on
his face but before he could say anything Keir added, "I want to suck on
your cock too Mr. Max. Or at least try to anyway." That said, the Goat led
the boy to his bed and once there, Max lay alongside Keir, propped up on an
elbow. He rubbed the boys' chest and belly then moved down to cup and tug
on his balls and raging hard boner.

"You have a wonderful body Keir, I want to do all kinds of things with it."
The boy giggled

"What kind of things do you want to do?" Max covered cock sucking and balls
licking then mentioned kissing, and rimming. Keir allowed as how kissing
might be okay but wasn't so sure about having his butt hole licked.

"What about fucking Mr. Max? Are you going to fuck me?" Max explained that
was possible but it wasn't definite. "I don't think I could get your huge
cock in my butthole though," Keir said, concern evident in his high pitched
voice.

"I understand. What do you think about another boy fucking you? With me
present of course," the Goat added, an obvious plan unfolding in his brain.

"I might do that," Keir said then added, "as long as his cock wasn't a real
huge one, I would let a boy fuck me."

"Well I think it would be quite a lot of fun to watch you with another
boy," the Goat said.

"So, Mr. Max," Keir said as he moved closer to Max, "Will you teach me how
to kiss?"

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AUTHORS NOTE: Forgive my absence but a month ago I was in a horrific car
accident that I managed to walk away from.

In addition, the day before that my external HD crashed and I lost 18 years
of work. That's all 283 stories plus completed chapters for 6 ongoing
stories and another half dozen new stories. I also lost my entire
collection of head shots of boys that I model my characters after. It's
been a devastating loss that I'm having difficulty dealing with. I will do
my best to continue writing but please understand I've lost some heart for
the work.