Date: Sun, 27 Mar 2016 17:31:05 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Shaen I

This story was initially posted in 2003 as part of series of boy encounters
titled "The Player." With Nifty's assistance I will be re-posting that 8+
chapter series as well. Shaen has 5 chapters that will be posted over the
next month or so.

This particular part was prompted by a boy I know who looks just as I have
portrayed him except for the nudity. I have never seen him naked but
judging from the bulge in his jeans I'd say description is pretty accurate.
I'm choosing to do a story about him separately just because I wanted
to. None of it is true except for his description, all of it is fiction,
please remember that and enjoy.

Hugs,
Tag

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My name is Derrick, my friends all call me "D". I am a lover of adolescent
boys. While the chapters in THE PLAYER talk about multiple boys, this story
is solely about Shaen.

My neighbor Keiko caught me in the driveway after work one evening and
wanted to talk. Her nephew Shaen was going to be spending a couple of weeks
with her and did I remember him? I had actually been introduced to the boy
not long after I had moved into the house two years before. I halfway
remembered him as a small, quiet and rather cute boy but that was about it
I told her that.

"Well, I was wondering if you might be able to spend some time with him
D. He's been lifting weights a lot, wants to play football when school
starts again and frankly I don't have a lot of time to deal with him, much
as I'd like to, what with my new job and all. Besides, he's been pretty
sullen and a bit oppositional the past year or so and I'm not even sure how
to talk to him. I'm only taking him for the two weeks because my sister
doesn't have any place else for him to go while she's on the mainland
taking some classes for her job. I know it's a lot to ask D but I could
really use the help."

Keiko knew that I taught martial arts, knew that, besides being an
independent real estate broker, I worked with teens and that I was fairly
successful with adolescent boys. Was I ever!  She would have me arrested
had she known. On my own behalf, I don't go after any boys, let alone
straight boys. I work with lots of boys that do not share my bed and that's
okay but there are boys who seem to make themselves available to me and I
work with plenty of straight boys as well as gay or bi boys.

In any case I told her that I would be willing to spend as much time with
Shaen as he was willing and my time permitted. She thanked me saying that
he would be flying in from the Big Island on Saturday morning.

So, Saturday morning I had the car at the foot of the driveway giving it a
weekly bath when Keiko pulled into her driveway next to me. Well, almost
next to me. Our driveways were separated by a waist high Hibiscus hedge
that runs from the street to the lava rock wall that separates our garages
and continues around my entire property. Keiko exited the car and I was
quite surprised at the boy who came around the back of her SUV. It was not
the boy I had met briefly two years before.

This one was about five foot eight, slender, and cute as all hell
underneath the black ball cap worn backwards. His skin tone was a light
brown that reflected some Asian and or Polynesian blood, typical of many
locals. His face was sort of diamond shaped, narrow at the temple, high
cheekbones being the widest point and narrowed to his chin. Large dark eyes
with a very slight almond cast along with matching dark brows and lashes
were the main attraction on his smooth face. The boys' lips were on the
narrow side and he had a few tiny moles, the kind that were almost
freckles, as they were not elevated. There was one mole on the left side of
his face about even with the outside of his eye and level with the bottom
of his nostril. On the right side there were three of them in a sort of
large triangle.

Keiko re-introduced us, Shaen's handshake fairly gentle in my hand. He said
hello but his mouth had no smile, in fact he looked almost sullen.

"Damn Shaen, have you ever grown since the last time I saw you, wow," I
said with a smile. He simply nodded his head.

"You might want to buddy up to D," Keiko said to the boy, "he's got a full
weight set in the garage." She paused for a heartbeat then added, "And a
swimming pool."  To me she said, "He's weight training."

"Really, going out for football?" I asked him, knowing that many schools
started training as soon as school was out for the summer.

"Yeah," he said. Still no smile. "I lift with a couple of my friends almost
every morning."

"Cool," I said back. "Tell you what, why don't you get settled in then come
on over and I'll show the weights and we can talk story." He nodded his
head and went to the back of the SUV to take out his luggage. Keiko smiled
and rolled her eyes and I simply winked back at her and nodded my head in
an, it'll be okay sort of look.

About thirty minutes later Shaen came wandering back over as I was putting
the finishing touches on the car.

"I'll just be a second," I told him to which he responded it was okay. He
walked around the Eclipse and coming back to my side said that it was a
pretty sweet car. I agreed with him as I bundled all the grooming stuff
into the canvas bag I use for washing and waxing then said,

"Come on, I'll show the weight set," and headed into the garage past my
bike and depositing the bag on a workbench and going through an open
doorway. My weight room wasn't really a room but an area occupies the area
at the far end of a large covered lanai that fronts the garage and most of
the house. It had a wide-open view of my entire back yard which is mostly
swimming pool, gardens and shrubs all surrounded by a ten foot lava rock
wall.

Shaen nodded his head as he scanned the entire place and said "sweet",
without a smile then went about checking out the rack of free weights. I
watched him as he hefted different sized plates then put them back. He had
a slender, tight little ass that moved nicely under his surf shorts, below
that legs that were mostly smooth, a small amount of light brown hairs
growing on his lower calves. I noticed too that the t-shirt he was wearing
fit him quite well and didn't hang on him like shirt do on many teens. His
biceps and forearms seemed nicely shaped as well for his age, large but not
huge.

I manage to get a quick glimpse at the front of his shorts and noticed that
he seemed to fill them out very well. I didn't have a single clue if this
boy was open to the idea of playing around, in fact his demeanor indicated
quite the opposite but hey, I'd been surprised before and I was sincerely
hoping that I would be surprised this time as well because I really wanted
to bed this hot looking young thing.

"So," he said after checking everything out, "will I be able to use this
stuff D, I mean, how's this gonna work?"

"Let's go inside and get a drink," I said and headed for the sliding glass
door into the kitchen. I asked him what he wanted to drink, offering a
variety of non alcoholic beverages and he opted for ice water to my
raspberry iced tea.

"I work out in the mornings and I can also add an evening workout to my
schedule. I don't allow anyone on the property if I'm not here so how does
seven sound, both morning and evening?"  He said that would be fine. He
understood my not wanting people here when I was gone and since he'd
figured that he wouldn't get any training in while he was here, what I was
offering was great to him. We agreed that he would come over at seven sharp
and work out for an hour or so. Any thing over and above that we would
negotiate as we went along.

"I have a fair amount of free time over the next few weeks Shaen," I told
him, "so maybe we can hang out and do stuff, that is if you'd like to."

"That would be great D. I don't know anyone and I know my auntie won't have
time to drag me around so hanging out with you sounds like fun." And then
he smiled. Not a big smile but the beginning of one never the less.

"You know, you should smile more often Shaen, you wear it well." He blushed
at that.  I hadn't taken the bike out for a few days so asked if he'd like
to take a cruise somewhere to which he nodded his head. I could see a smile
starting at the corners of his mouth while he seemed to work hard and
suppressing it. This was gonna be interesting.

"So, why don't you go tell Keiko what we're doing and throw on some shoes,
we don't ride with slippers. He said okay and I showed him out the front
door and if the paintings on the wall of my living room caught his
attention he didn't show it. I tossed on some shoes, snagged the bike key
and headed out the front door myself.

The bike was idling in the driveway when the boy returned and I gave him
the pep talk. Sit close, don't wiggle, knees in close to me, hands on my
waist. Don't have to wrap them around me but the have to be there so you
can hold on to me if necessary. He nodded his head, the solemn look still
adorning his cute face and I straddled the hog, put the kickstand up and
motioned him to get on. He did as I had asked and once in place we headed
off down the street, the pipes on the bike interrupting the usual silence
of my neighborhood.

We got down onto the strip, that mile long stretch of beach, hotels and
tourists traps and almost immediately ran into a group of ten or so guys
that I often ride with. They flashed hand signs to me and, not needing an
invitation, I slid in at the end, joining the group for whatever run they
were on. The first stop we made, I introduced Shaen all around and it
turned out that one of the guys actually knew him, having known Shaen's
father and Shaen when the latter was a young boy. His father was still in
prison on drug charges so that subject wasn't discussed at all.

As we headed back on the road, I noticed that the boy's hands had moved
farther forward onto my abs, and that he retained a more constant pressure
as opposed to before where his just let his hands rest against my rib
cage. If I cracked the throttle a little bit his hands would hold tight to
me, a feeling I wasn't uncomfortable with at all. We were out about four
hours, stopped for lunch along the way and then headed back home. As he
dismounted I noticed that the boy seemed a little bit squirmy then just
took the chance and readjusted his crotch.

"Balls a little mashed," I asked with a slight smile. He nodded his
head. "I should have told you, when you get on the bike reach in and pull
everything up just a little bit so your balls are a little more in front of
your thighs instead of being between them. You probably didn't notice that
most of the guys did that before climbing on." He said that he had noticed
and wondered about it but didn't ask.  I nodded my head and said,

"With me Shaen, anytime you have a question, ask it. I won't laugh or put
you down, not ever and the only way any of us learn stuff is to ask
question, okay? There's no such thing as a stupid question and believe me
with the boys I work with I've been asked everything." He nodded his head
again and asked his first question.

"Like what, what kind of questions to they ask, other boys I mean?" I
explained that they ask about anything and everything from cars to music
and why is something in particular the way it is, or why do people do what
they do, but a lot of stuff they want to know about has to do with sex. He
asked for something specific at that point.

"Well, I had a thirteen year old that wanted to know why his dick was so
hard every morning." Shaen finally smiled. "But boys most often want to
know about their own bodies and they compare with other boy's. What's the
average size of a cock, how does sperm work, how can you stop the thing
from getting hard even when you don't want it to be, that sort of
thing. Sometimes when a boy knows me pretty well, it gets more personal,
like why does my cum smell the way it does or is it weird to taste it, when
will my balls start getting hairs on em, why are there hairs anyway, stuff
like that."

"They actually ask stuff like that?" he asked.

 "Oh yeah, think about it, how many times have you wondered about something
but didn't ask cause it's so embarrassing.  They even get to where they'll
share some of their experiences with me, like how far they shot when they
came the night before or how much cum they made or how many times they
roped in a day." The last part got another smile from him and why
not. There isn't a teenage boy alive that hasn't been proud of his
ejaculatory abilities at one time or another and who doesn't have at least
a passing interest in the feats of other boys.

"So, no matter what, always ask, okay?" He nodded his head and I said, "So,
you wanna go for a swim?"

"Yeah, that sounds great," he said with yet another little smile. We went
through the garage and out onto the lanai where we both untied and removed
shoes, then socks and standing up pulled t-shirts up over our heads and
tossed them on the chaise lounges. Then the first real comparisons started
and his was frickin nice. Very well defined, his chest sported small
areolas and nipples and his abs were almost ripped, a well defined, clear
six pac.  His surf shorts hung low on his narrow hips, the front being
pulled downward by the package they contained revealing his tan line and a
belly that drifted nicely into his pelvic bone, the creases of his hip and
pelvis very well defined.

"You have a fucking awesome body Shaen," I told him. "Fuck." He had been
checking me out as well and commented that my body looked pretty good too
and he was right. Not to brag but I spent a lot of time working an already
naturally nice body into one that people often gave a second glance or even
a stare at. I'm not buffed up or anything but it's all firm and well
defined.

"How come you don't have a happy trail D, I thought grown guys all have
em." He was referring to the trail of hair from the pubic bush to the belly
button.

"I keep it shaved."  He thought about that a moment and asked why. I told
him just because I liked a smoother hair free look is why. "I see you're
starting to grow one yourself," and I touched the sparse light colored
hairs that were beginning to grow on his firm lower torso.

"Yeah," he said with a hint of pride in his voice. "I like em." When I
asked him if he knew why he shook his head and I explained that it was an
outward sign of maturity, like facial hair. Girls have breasts boys have
hair.

"Obviously, there's a lot going on down there," and I pointed to his
crotch, "but you can't exactly go around showing that off now can you and
generally speaking you don't announce to the world when your cock and balls
start to grow and you begin to produce sperm either. Think about it,
remember back when you first were starting to cum and you wanted to
announce it to the world cuz it's really a big deal for a boy but who can
you tell besides one or two of your very best friends, and sometimes not
even them."  He blushed again big time, which only made him cuter. "So," I
went on," the hair is nature's way of confirming your sexual maturity, both
to you and to the world at large. Of course it's a sort of subconscious
thing but that's what it's about. I have em, I just prefer to keep em
shaved."

His face was returning to its' natural shade as he nodded his head and I
motioned to the pool. "What do you say we get our mature bodies into the
water?" and without waiting for an answer I dove in, the coolness being a
shock from the eighty-six degree temperature outside. I knew that I had
taken a chance with Shaen, going as far as I did, but he had asked. I just
gave him a little more information than he was prepared for but one of the
things I have found is that once that barrier has been broken a boy will
feel free to talk about stuff that he has questions about, something that
boys and men don't often have the chance to do. Time would tell.

We swam and played, used the diving board and just generally relaxed. We
talked about life in general, nothing of any real importance, just the
getting to know you thing. He didn't have a lot of friends, his mother
keeping a tight rein on him, but a lot of that was choice too. Although he
had quite a bit in common with most of them, he said that there just seemed
to be something missing. Ooohhh I thought to myself. A primary indication
orientation confusion. Interesting.

I climbed out of the pool and went about trying to wring the excess water
from my surf shorts and Shaen followed behind me doing the same thing. I
walked over to a cupboard by my washer and dryer and pulled out two towels
and went back, tossing one to Shaen, then went about toweling off. Once I
had most of the excess water off I undid my surf shorts, tugged them off
and casually laid them on the concrete to dry. Shaen wasn't exactly staring
at me but he was doing some sideways glances probably unsure as to what I
was going to do next as well as wondering what he should or could do.

"Too much water, and besides I have a tan to maintain," I said to him. I
was wearing dark blue boxer briefs and added, "If you weren't here I'd
wouldn't wear anything. As you can tell," and I waved my arm in a panoramic
move, "it' quite private. But since I have company I'll stay clothed." He
nodded his head and continued to dry off. I asked if he wanted something to
drink, he nodded yes and I went into the house, returning with a thermal
carafe of raspberry iced tea and glasses on a tray. Shaen had elected to
take his shorts off as well and was laying in the chaise lounge, wearing
his boxers. I set the drinks down between us, poured us both a glass and
lay down to sun.

We stayed there for the better part of thirty minutes before I got up and
dove into the pool again, almost losing my underwear in the process. When I
surfaced on the other side I turned in time to see Shaen walking to the
pool's edge and diving in. I noticed that his boxers got pulled down by the
dive too but I also noticed, just before he dove in, the movement at the
front of his underwear.  The boy appeared to be fairly well gifted and I
felt my own cock stir slightly at the thought of what might be concealed
under the fabric.

I did a few laps and Shaen joined in, keeping pace with me for three
lengths of the pool before we both climbed out. We both went about
squeezing the excess water out, the cloth of my briefs holding much more
water it seemed than Shaen's boxers. We talked a little as we dried again
and I thought I saw him glance at my crotch a few times but wrote it off to
teenage male curiosity. It was getting on toward supper time and I asked if
he was hungry and would he like a pizza and got nods to both questions. We
decided what we wanted and I called it in.  I suggested that he should
probably let Keiko know what was up. He nodded his head and took the phone,
called her and cleared it before handing the phone to me.

"Is this okay D, I mean, he's been with you all day?" I assured her that it
was and not to worry.  "Well okay but if he gets to be a pest you send him
home." I assured her I would. Shaen had heard the conversation so when I
hung up he said,

"She thinks I'm being a pest huh," but didn't wait for an answer instead
asking, "Is it okay D? I been here all day. If you want me to go home I
can." Something in his voice struck me and my heart went out to him.

"No Shaen," I said softly, "you're not being a pest at all, I enjoy your
company, honest. Trust me, if I need time alone, I'll let you know." He
nodded his head in the affirmative. The conversation stalled at that point
so I said, heading back out the door,

"I'm gonna get out of these wet clothes." I picked up my towel and wrapped
it around my waist then reached up underneath and tugged my underwear down
then stepped out of them and proceeded to dry of my groin and butt with the
towel still in place. Shaen appeared to have second thoughts and I chose to
essentially not pay attention to what he was doing but concentrated on my
own task.

"Boy does that feel better," I said as I put my foot on a chair so I could
dry farther down my leg. Shaen had elected to go along with me and got out
of his boxers as well before going through the drying motions. I picked up
my now dry surf shorts and tugged them on under the towel, and again, Shaen
followed my lead. Once I had them fairly well in place I took the towel off
which of course exposed the top of my pubic bush and, through the laces,
the base of my cock. Paying attention to what I was doing I pulled them all
the way up, put the Velcro fly together and tied the laces. Shaen had been
watching, and as I looked up, I caught a glimpse of his hair, a dark brown,
as he tucked in and laced up.

I asked Shaen to bring the carafe and glasses into the house while I tossed
my towel and underwear in the washer along with Shaen's things and got it
started. He was walking through the door as I finished and went behind him,
reveling in the sight of about two inches of his butt crack, white against
the tanned skin three inches above that.

"Oh my," I thought, this is gonna be interesting.  "Where should I put em?"
he asked, turning toward me and I pointed to a spot on the counter.

"Right there Shaen, thanks." He set the tray down and I stole another
glimpse at his front, the almost perfect young body, the drop in the front
of his shorts so low that I could make out the very top of his pubic
hair. Mine wasn't any better. Board shorts are loose to begin with but
without underwear on they really tend to hang. Fortunately both Shaen and I
had bodies, read that as hips and asses that the hanging shorts looked okay
on. Not in public of course but certainly in the privacy of a home. I knew
well that how I looked was not lost on the boy as his eyes strayed to the
front of my shorts.

"How far down do you shave D?" He looked down at his own front then said,
"at least a little bit of my fuzz shows but there's nothing showing on
you."

"Actually I do quite a bit of trimming down there..." and then the doorbell
rang with the arrival of dinner interrupting that train of thought. "I'll
show you what looks like sometime if you want but for now, let's eat, I'm
starving."

"Hey D, here's your Pizza," the delivery boy said when I opened the
door. He raised an eyebrow as he looked at the amount of exposed flesh I
was showing and raised it again when Shaen came into view.

"Pay attention Jeff," I winked at him as I handed him the cash.  Jeff had
been a student of mine and we had been together a couple of times so he
suspected that Shaen was going to share my bed, if he hadn't already.

"Want me to stop by after I get off... Work I mean?" He said with a smile.
I thought about that a moment, asked him what time and when he told me I
told him to call me when he got off work and I'd decide then. He smiled a
big one and left.

We headed for the kitchen, pizza in hand, Shaen in front of me and again I
all but stared at the delicious ass before my eyes. His butt moved nicely
out and away from the small of his back, two perfectly shaped orbs that
begged for attention and again I felt my cock stir in my shorts.

As we sat down at the kitchen counter and began devouring the grand slam
pizza Shaen asked about Jeff. I told him that the boy had been a student,
was still a friend and sometimes came over after work because he didn't
really have anywhere else to go except home, the last part a small lie.

"That's right you teach some kinda karate or something. That's why the big
kick bag is outside." I nodded my head and explained that I still taught
classes at my dojo and tried to work out at least three to four times a
week.

"Cool. Do you think you could teach me some stuff while I'm here?"

"Absolutely, I'd be glad to." He smiled again, showing off perfect pearly
whites.

"I'm glad we hooked up D. I was thinking this was going to be a way boring
two weeks but I think now that it's gonna be great." I smiled back at him
and told him I thought so too. My washing machine stopped so I went out to
change the loads over then returned to the kitchen. Shaen was leaning back
in his chair and I asked if he'd had enough to eat. He patted his flat,
muscled belly and nodded his head so I cleaned the table off, tossing out
the single piece that was left.

"So, he said slowly, "how come you shave so far down," inclining his head
toward my groin. I told him that I had done it on a bet once and liked how
it looked so kept it that way. It took a little more upkeep of course, just
like shaving a face but overall it wasn't bad.

"So do you go right down into the bush or take it all off?" I chuckled and
said that I kept some hairs there, pointing to the visible line, probably
less than he had normally but some none-the-less. He seemed to ponder that
and I knew that curiosity was almost killing him but he couldn't' find a
way to ask me to see what it looked like. I gave him an out.

"Say, want to hang out in the Jacuzzi a while? I'm way to full to work out
and there isn't much else going on."

"Sure." He got up and followed me outside where I grabbed a couple of fresh
towels from the cupboard. We walked over to the weight room end of the
building where the Jacuzzi was and dropped our towels. I immediately began
unlacing my board shorts saying,

"Clothing is optional and I prefer none most of the time, especially in
here, don't ask me why cause I don't know. You are free to stay clothed if
you want, and I won't be bothered about it one way or the other so no
worries." I let my shorts drop to the ground allowing Shaen to view my
crotch if he chose to. He chose to but didn't stare, just looked at me a
moment and I stepped into the water and sank down onto the seat and lay
back with my arms splayed out beside me on the edge of the tub.

Shaen stood at the edge a moment undecided so I closed my eyes, thinking
maybe it was privacy he wanted. I heard the Velcro on his shorts come
undone, then the rustle of clothing, then the noise of the water moving as
he stepped down into the tub and sat down. I heard a contented sigh escape
his throat so I said quietly,

"Feels good doesn't it, the heat, and just relaxing in it?" He said that it
did, although it was a bit strange, being naked like that with another guy
and all.

"I know, I was like that at one time too but you know, you get used to it
and realize it's just us guys. No different than being in the changing room
at a public pool really."

"I spose. Or gym class either." We sat there luxuriating for a while, not
saying anything and while my eyes were closed I had no idea if Shaen's were
or not. I was dying to see his body but I didn't want to push things any
further than I already had, although I did have one other trick up my
sleeve. After about fifteen minutes I opened my eyes, saw that Shaen's were
closed and looked toward his groin. Of course the water distorted
everything but he did appear to be larger than average.

"How are you doin Shaen," I asked. He opened his eyes and said he was
feeling pretty good although it was hot.

"I know, that's why I'm gonna go for a swim then maybe come back in," and
with that I stood up in front of him, my cock now eye level about three
feet from his face. I stepped up out of the tub, turned, and walked the few
feet to the pool and dove in surfacing about half way down the pool then
turning to see where Shaen was only to have him surface a few feet off to
one side of me.

"That feels good," he beamed, "the water feels so much cooler." I agreed
with him as we both stayed in place treading water. I swam to the edge of
the pool and climbed out, Shaen following fairly closely.

"I think I'm done with water for awhile," I said and headed toward the
Jacuzzi to pick up my towel. Shaen had been fairly close behind me and when
I stood back up with my towel I caught my first quick glimpse of his
body. Fucking A, it was almost glorious. He bent and got his own towel and
began wiping himself down and when he did his face and hair, there it was
before me.

At least seven, maybe seven and a half inches of thick circumcised teenage
boy cock was hanging peacefully between light brown hairless thighs, the
skin a contrast to the more tanned skin on the rest of his body. The heavy
balls beneath the brown sausage hung gently in their smooth bag, a small
amount of hairs seeming to sprout there. His dark brown pubic patch was
thick but not unruly, being fairly well confined to his taut pubic bone. He
moved the towel from his face and caught me all but staring at him.

"What?" he said with a little concern, looking down to see what I might be
looking at.

"Well, nothing unless you want to count the fact that you have the most
magnificently perfect fucking body I have ever seen in my entire life." And
it was true, he did. "My god look at you. You're perfect Shaen, I swear to
God. You are what the ancient Greeks would have called the epitome of a
male beauty."  Now he really blushed.

"I don't mean to embarrass you Shaen but really, you are quite
magnificent."  Clearly the boy was at a loss for words so he said,

"Thank you D. I don't think so but thanks anyway. You're pretty buffed up
yourself ya know. There's nothing to not like about your body either." I
was standing arms at my side fully facing him. I wanted to gobble up his
cock so badly that I could feel my own flesh starting to respond at the
sight of him.

"I see what you mean about your shaved hairs," he said, looking at my
crotch. "It makes a nice neat little patch. It looks like your sac is
shaved too, did you do your balls?"  I admitted that I did and of course he
was curious as hell about that and all I could say is that I liked it like
that, the skin was so much more smooth and soft. He looked at me a little
weird but didn't say anything as he went about finishing his drying.

"I suppose it makes all your stuff look bigger without the hair there huh
D?  I wonder if it would make mine look bigger if I shaved."

I chuckled again and told him he was already pretty big, anything bigger
would scare people away. He got a little red but clearly the praise was
welcomed. I decided to take a plunge since we were just standing around
naked and shooting the breeze and asked,

"How big does it get when it's alive?" After a little thought he replied,

"Not that much really. I think it's about eight inches long and it seems to
get fatter too and the head gets bigger."

"Hell the head is already the size of a small child's fist Shaen I can't
imagine it bigger than it is. I mean, mine gets bigger too but not much
bigger than it already is, pretty much like yours I suppose." I could see
his boyhood pride and joy start to thicken and rise a little as we were
talked about it and that action wasn't lost on Shaen either and he wrapped
the towel around his waist. I chose not to say anything but did as he did
and covered myself up. We made small talk from that point on as darkness
settled in. The dryer went off and I retrieved our clothes, both of us
dropping our towels on the lanai and pulling on underwear and surf shorts.

"Nothing like putting on underwear right out of the dryer," I said. "Damn
that feels good, almost sexy don't ya think?" I asked. Shaen nodded his
head in ascent, saying he felt the same way about it.

"I spose I should be getting home D, I been here all day, my auntie would
probably like to visit a little bit." I agreed and said I'd see him at
seven in the morning and walked him out through the garage then closed the
door and locked it and went into the house just as the phone was ringing. I
answered and it was Jeff wanting to know if he could come over. I told him
to come ahead and fifteen minutes later he was knocking on my door.

I let him in and the first thing he asked was if my cute young friend was
still here. I said the Shaen had gone home and would be over in the morning
to lift weights. Jeff came up to me and kissed me full on the lips, tongue
and all.

"God I'm so horny I can't stand it D, lets go take a shower and fuck."  We
went to my room and stripped then went straight into the shower, with me
following Jeff and admiring his cute little ass. Jeff was sixteen, a
Filipino Caucasian boy with brown skin, black hair and fucking Filipino
cute. Like many Asians he wasn't terrible big, being about five foot five
and slim. Below the waist he was about the same, five, five and cut but I
loved having him inside of me. He was almost perfect for my tight little
asshole.

In the shower we went through all the regular motions, soaping each other,
rinsing. I dropped to my knees and placed my mouth over the end of his
swollen cock head and suckled the boy. I let one hand play with Jeff's
delicious ass while the other one tugged on his hairless balls.

"I'm gonna cum really quick if you don't stop D," he said, "Let me suck on
your cock a little bit. Jeff did to me what I'd done to him, dropping to
his knees on the shower floor and sucking my cock a bit. After he'd had his
fill he stood and we embraced, kissing heavily.

When we broke it I turned him around and bent him over the pulled his butt
cheeks about and stared for a moment and puckered rosebud of his tight
little asshole. I only gave it a moment before I plunged in and began
licking the puckered muscle.

"Fuck I love it when you lick my hole D," the boy groaned, "It's almost
better than getting fucked." I worked all over the area, down onto the
sensitive underside of his balls, then back up again. "Put a finger in me
D," Jeff commanded. I stood up and got some hair conditioner on my finger
then slipped it up his ass. I was standing alongside of him so sucked on
his neck, licked in his ear, both of which were hot spots for the hot teen
boy and caused him to shiver with pleasure. I finger fucked his little
hole, wiggling my finger as I worked him. I managed to work a second finger
in him and it only took about a half minute before he was begging me to
fuck him.

I ended up fucking him right there in the shower, one of his favorite
positions, bent over and leaning against the wall. I worked my cock between
his butt cheeks, poking at his boy pussy and teasing him a little. I
finally managed to get it through the tight muscle and after giving him a
moment to adjust to me I slowly inserted it into his warm chute until my
hair was against his butt.

"God I love having you fuck me D; you're the best, swear to god. I held on
to Jeff's hips and began the process, pulling out about half way then
sliding back up inside of him. I fucked him good and hard for at least 5
minutes, slamming my stone hard cock in and out of him. I knew that Jeff
liked it that way, liked getting his ass slammed as opposed to a slow easy
fuck.

I watched one hand move from the wall and reach between his legs and begin
the rapid movement of jacking off. "Harder D, fuck my little ass
harder. Fuck, I need to cum so bad D, make me shoot my sperm out on your
shower floor." It was only a moment later before Jeff groaned loudly. His
asshole gripping my cock like a vice told me that he was indeed shooting
his sperm out onto my shower floor. That was about all it took to knock me
over the edge. I held onto the boy, crammed my cock as far into him as I
could go that ground my own narrow ass in circles before going back to
fucking him hard and fast. I felt my cock pulse out a solid 6 or 7 jets of
gooey goodness. I kept up the movement, albeit it slower, before finally
coming to a halt.

I gently pulled out of the cute teen who immediately turned, melted into my
arms and we kissed heavily. I groped his butt as we held each other,
reveling in the firm globes in my hands. "Jesus I wish I could live with
you so you could fuck me every day," he whispered into my ear.

"Then all my other boys would be left to fend among themselves," I
whispered back to him. Jeff was well aware that I spent time with other
boys and had in face joined in to double team a couple of them.

"Yeah, I know," he said. "It's only a wish but it sure sounds good."

I had turned the shower off before I started fucking him so turned it back
on, we washed our crotches then head to my for my bed where Jeff fucked me
long and hard, driving his cock in and out of me like a piston. We changed
positions about five times, moving from him being behind me and ending up
with me on my back, my feet flat on his slender chest giving me leverage to
move my ass and fuck him back while I jacked off. He came first, slamming
hot cum up inside of me and I came before the last jet of his sperm left
his balls. My cumming constricted my asshole on his cock and he screamed
out, saying he was having a second orgasm. Now that was cool.

After still another quick shower we sat out on the lanai, naked and
drinking a bottle of wine, soft music on the outside speakers. I rarely
drank and even then I restricted myself to a single glass.

"So what's the story with the new boy D," Jeff asked referring to Shaen. I
explained the situation briefly electing not to delve into the naked part.
"Well he sure looks edible to me, are you gonna try."  I told him I wasn't
trying and would let things unfold however they might.

"Shhhaaaa rrrrrite," he said casting me a sideways glance.  We cuddled into
bed about midnight and I fell asleep immediately.

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