Date: Thu, 21 Sep 2006 05:20:15 -0700 (PDT) From: tag michaels Subject: Skeeter Knew Another intergenerational, totally made up fiction story of man and minor boy. It bother's you, better leave. I was tired. I'd been in airplanes and airports for the better part of twenty hours and I don't sleep well in such situations despite being in first class. I'd gotten on the ground about twenty minutes to seven, picked up my rental car and headed toward my older sister's place for a shower, a tall chilled glass of Riesling and a long fucking sleep. She and her husband were away for a week on a second honeymoon so had farmed out my two nephews, leaving me to have the house to myself, which suited me, just fine. Don't get me wrong, I adore my nephews but I needed sleep badly, unobstructed sleep preferably, and that would only happen if no one else were in the house. I stopped at the locally owned super market a few blocks from my final destination to pick up a bottle of wine and a few other necessities. I was looking at some body wash, trying to decide what brand to try when a voice that sounded like it was struggling with puberty broke my concentration. "May I help you find something?" I turned to see, standing before me, the goddamn cutest young boy I'd seen in a long time. I say young but I mean young teen. About three inches under my own five foot nine, he was slender but not in a skinny way. His complexion was pale but smooth as a baby's butt, long brown lashes batted lazily above large hazel eyes. His hair was mostly blonde, but of a variety of shades, and pulled back into a ponytail that grazed the middle of his shoulders, the hair below the black scrunchy hanging in ringlets. The boy's lips were a perfect shape and a perfect pink shade and when he smiled at me I wasn't surprised to see straight white teeth. "Pardon me," I asked and he repeated the question, a smile gracing his smooth beautiful face. I glanced at his name tag and saw that his name was Mark and next to it was one of the red stickers that stores place on items when they go on sale. The sticker said: Today's Special." You know there was no way in hell, tired or not, that I was going to let that pass without comment. "Well I was looking for one of you." He looked a little puzzled and I nodded at the sticker. "You are today's Special aren't you? What isle do I find you on?" That won me a huge smile and a very snappy comeback. "Over by the chicken," he said, batting his eyelashes, "but I'm the last one." I nodded my head, smiled and said I'd take him. That got me an even bigger smile that was interrupted by his name being called over the store's intercom system. "Gotta go," he said and headed off at a trot to the front of the store, providing me with a glimpse and a slender boy-ish butt hidden under dark slacks. I went about my business, paid for my things and headed out into the parking lot where, amazingly, I saw the cute young Mark helping an old lady into the car parked next to me. He offered me his signature huge smile when he saw me approaching. "So, leaving without taking me huh?" he asked as I approached. "Not by choice I assure you." I fired back at him. "I get off at ten," he said quietly, his smooth face taking on a serious expression. I fully intended to be sound asleep by ten and told him so and his expression took on a pout. "Trust me I feel the same way but I'm exhausted and need a great deal of sleep," I told him. The boy surprised me, as if the whole conversation wasn't already a surprise, "Maybe tomorrow then," he said in a voice that had a hopeful sound to it. I nodded my head and said perhaps. Fifteen minutes later I was letting myself into my sister's house, a large old two storied home on a quiet side street lined with Elms and Oaks. I set my overnight bag on the floor, found a chilled glass in the freezer, poured a solid seven ounces of wine into it along with a couple of ice cubes then headed down the creaking stairs to the family room and spare bedroom. I stripped down then padded into the bathroom and took a hot shower, luxuriating in the waterfall of warmth as it cascaded down over my body. I left the shower, not with a little reluctance, and standing in front of a mirror and drying off I contemplated what I saw in front of me: a slender thirty three year old male who looked ten years younger. I admired my body, rather proud that I had kept it in shape since my college years, although it seemed that it was taking more time and energy to do so. I was well defined, pecs standing out nicely, as were the muscles of my belly. Looking further down I smiled at the thought of Mark connected in some way to the eight and a half inches of thick flaccid cock that hung from the apex of my legs. I felt myself stir just a little at the thought as I roughly dried my balls and my cock, squatting slightly to get back underneath my smooth, low hanging nuts. I say smooth because I shave down there, keeping my fat balls and my asshole completely hair free and trimming the thick black nest of hair at the base of my pride and joy trimmed up and restricted to my pelvic bone and thus resembling a fourteen year old boy. I didn't bother to put any clothes back on and sat naked on the cloth sofa while I watched some mindless TV and finished off my second glass of wine before rinsing out the glass and replacing it with water as well as ice cubes from the spare freezer in a small room off of the family room. I padded back into my room and started to close the door then figured it didn't matter because there was no one else here but me so left the thing half open and climbed into the queen sized bed and snuggled down under the covers. I was asleep in minutes. I was dreaming of someone working on a house, the thumping of a hammer hitting nails, then voices. As I slowly came to the surface I heard, "You're such a pussy. I told you there's no one here now quit dicking around and come over here." I recognized the voice of my seventeen-year-old nephew Skeeter. His name is actually Paul but he's been called Skeeter since he was a year old. I opened my eyes to see my gangling nephew sitting on the sofa no more than fifteen feet away, resting against the arm his back toward me, and his long legs stretched out across the cushions. He was rubbing the front of his worn jeans and that brought me right up out of my sleep. I'd never seen him naked, never seen his cock but the bulge in the front of his jeans since he was thirteen indicated that the boy was well enough endowed. It seemed likely that I was about to get some confirmation. "You're sure," I heard a voice say. I knew the voice, was pretty sure it was another boy: one of Skeeter's many friends. I'd never figured my nephew to be gay but all things pointed toward an impending gay experience. "Yes Goddamn it. I told you, they're gone for another five days now get over here." Another boy came into view and imagine my total surprise at seeing Mark, the boy from Safeway. Imagine even more surprise as the cute young teen knelt beside the sofa and began undoing Skeeter's belt, then his jeans. Once that was done; Skeeter lifted his slender butt up so that Mark could get the Jeans down to Skeeter's knees, exposing the expanse of red plaid boxers whose front was bulging upward from an obvious erection. Mark then began feeling and stroking the hard cock that was hidden under the fabric. "Go on, suck it. You know you want to, you always do," Skeeter commanded. Mark hooked his finger beneath the elastic waistband, lifted then pulled downward as Skeeter once again lifted his butt in an effort to help. "You might as well take them all the way off," Skeeter said, "they're gonna be that way later anyhow. Mark did as directed and thus gave me my first view of my nephew's endowment. The boy looked almost as big as I was, the fat circumcised head looking toward its owner's face. Mark took hold of the stiff flesh and held it upright and stroked it a few times. The boy was definitely well hung. Mark lowered his head and licked the swollen head of my nephew's cock before taking it into his mouth and bobbing there, taking an additional three inches of the stiff teenaged flesh into his mouth. "Oh fuck yeah," Skeeter moaned. "I swear to god Mark you suck cock better than any girl I know." The blonde haired boy sucked on my nephew's granite hard cock for a good three minutes, seemingly taking in more of Skeeter with each downward movement of his head. For his part Skeeter sat there and accepted Mark's worship of his boyhood pride and joy without touching the other boy at all. "Stop, let me move," Skeeter finally said. Mark did as requested and stood up and began removing his clothes while my nephew rearranged himself on the sofa, getting on his knees and pushing his slender butt out while leaning his head on the back of the sofa. His desire was clear. I watched as Mark removed his shirt, shoes and socks then undid his pants, the same black slacks he'd been wearing in the stored. He was wearing red cotton briefs that bulged visibly from the erection they were holding at bay. But not for long. The boy slipped them down and freed up yet another beautiful and healthy boy cock, this one matching Skeeter's in size. Where Skeeter's pubic patch was typical of boy's his age, that is, thick and spread out, Mark's nest of dark brown fuzz seemed more confined to the base of his raging hard on. His balls, low hanging orbs, were held by what appeared to be a smooth and hair free bag. My attention focused on Skeeter, whose nuts were hanging between his thighs like so many peaches on a tree, hairy peaches at that as my nephew's balls were fairly fuzzy, as apparently was his asshole. "Did you shower tonight Skeeter?" Mark asked. "You know I need your ass clean and not all stinky." Mark was slowly stroking his fat teenaged cock while taking his time about getting down to the business of rimming the exposed asshole on the sofa. "Yeah now come on, eat me out Mark," Skeeter said as he reached one hand behind him and pulled a butt cheek open and fully revealing the puckered muscle of his asshole. Mark got into position, sniffed once or twice to make sure Skeeter had been telling the truth, decided it was safe and dove in, licking and slurping all over the target area causing Skeeter to moan out loud from the pleasure. Mark moved downward, licking onto the loose skin of Skeeter's boy bag and the eggs that were hanging in the air. "Oh fuck yes Mark, lick my balls," Skeeter moaned in a husky voice filled with raging teenage lust. "Suck on my nuts." Mark moved back and forth between nuts to hole, the owner of said body parts moaning loudly as the cute young blonde boy worked him over, until he could stand it no longer. "Okay Mark you can stop now." The boy again did as he was asked, moving back away and standing up. Skeeter rolled over and sat on the sofa, his legs splayed wide open. He stroked his cock, a raging hard pole, in a full hand grip, his balls rising and falling with the action. "Where do you want me?" Mark asked and I saw that he'd pulled a small bottle of lube from someplace and was smearing his asshole with it. "Same as last time," Skeeter answered. Mark poured some lube in his hand then went over and grasped onto Skeeter's stone hard cock, Skeeter holding it upright for his young fuck friend. Once it was done Mark wiped his hand on a small towel that he must have brought down with him then moved to the sofa and straddled Skeeter's lap. Skeeter held his cock upright for the boy as Mark pulled open a butt cheek and showing me a hairless hole which caused me to wonder if the boy did some razor work on his boy parts. Mark lowered himself until the fat swollen cock head touched the wrinkled flesh then allowed himself to sit and in a flash my nephew was inside. "God that hurts," Mark groaned and didn't move, allowing his muscle to adjust to the invasion of Skeeter's cock. "Fuck I wish you'd do something to help prepare me a little better," the boy said in a bit of a complaining voice. "Like what, finger fuck you or something? Yuuck, you know I'm not gonna do that any more than I'm going to suck your cock Mark. I don't like being sexy with boys except to let them play with me or fuck them. I like girls. The only reason I fuck you is for practice for when I'm with a girl. Besides, if I cum with you first then I'll last longer with Ashley later. Besides, girls don't like to suck cock and they sure ain't gonna lick my asshole and my balls like you do. And if I'm honest, you're actually a better fuck. Your asshole is so tight dude. I really like fucking you so lets quit talking and get to it, okay." My nephew has described the sexual belief system of most straight teenage boys quite succinctly I thought. Both of my hands were at my crotch slowly stroking almost nine inches of rock hard cock and tugging on my sperm filled balls while I watched Mark slowly take in every inch of my nephews cock until he was seated firmly on Skeeter's lap. That he had taken it all was apparent by the way Skeeter's balls were sort of bunched up and being mashed by the weight of Mark's body. "Christ you're so fucking tight Mark," Skeeter moaned quietly. "No pussy is this tight unless it's like under ten or something I bet." Mark started to move; rising slowly up until he was half cocked then sat back down. He picked up a slow rhythm, seemingly not in any hurry to cum or to make Skeeter cum. He reached behind himself and felt where the shaft entered his body, then down further to feel and cup Skeeter's balls. The kid looked like he knew what he was doing and from the sound of things, he'd been doing it with my nephew. I had slipped the bed covers down to allow myself more unobstructed access to my crotch as I watched the teenaged porno show going on before me. I'd wondered if the boys would have seen me had they looked into the room through the half opened door. Maybe, but it was pretty dark. Skeeter had turned on a low watt floor lamp so the light was pretty much restricted to where they were. At that point however it didn't matter to me if they saw me or not. I was dying to get involved, to participate in the act in some way. Being with one teenaged boy is great, two would be fantastic although I had no intention or even real desire to be sexual with my nephew despite how well endowed he was. My curiosity about his body had been satisfied and that was that. Given the conversation I'd overheard, it didn't seem real likely that he would have any interest in doing much with me either and I wasn't the type of guy who like one way sex. I liked my boys to be interactive so yeah, if I were lucky enough to join them it would have been Mark that would have been my choice of playmates. "Okay, lets change positions Mark," Skeeter said, bringing my attention back to them. I watched as Mark slowly raised himself up and Skeeter's fat seventeen-year old cock plopped out and smacked his flat belly. Mark stood and faced me, his boycock at full on stand and pointing almost straight up in the air. I really wanted the thing in mouth, wanted to taste his boyhood and perhaps even the juice from the smooth, low hanging balls that he was tugging on absently. "Go ahead, lets do it like we did the last time," Skeeter commanded. Mark knelt at the end of the sofa with one knee on the seat cushion and the other on the arm which spread his butt open a little more and in this case revealing the gaping hole, his balls swinging slightly in the air as he adjusted himself. Skeeter stepped up and, holding his flesh missile downward put his cock head against Mark's flesh and slipped right back inside of the boy. Once the head was engulphed Skeeter put a hand on each of his lover's hips and slipped all the way inside then moved his own slender little ass around in circles and side to side before taking up the motions of the reproductive act. Skeeter's butt cheeks opened slightly then clenched together as he fucked Mark, soon reaching the point where he was almost slamming his cock into the boy's tight ass. "Goddamn I love fucking you," my nephew moaned as he rammed his cock into Mark, "you're the best. Fuck if you had tits I probly wouldn't bother to fuck anyone else." For his part Mark seemed to be bearing the entire thing rather stoically. He had both hands on the back of the sofa and wasn't even touching his own stone hard cock. Then all of a sudden Skeeter almost screamed out. "Oh fuck oh fuck Mark, I'm cumming." He rammed his cock in hard then pulled back on the slender hips and held himself tight to Mark's body and ground his pale hips back and forth a few times then went back to fucking, sliding his big cock in and out of the orifice that held him. He finally stopped, his back rising and falling with his heavy breathing. He didn't move for a moment then slowly slipped out of the boy-gina that he had deposited his sperm into. "Fuck Skeeter I wish you could wait just a little bit longer before yanking your cock out of me." As Skeeter stepped away I could see his cum slowly leaking from the doughnut hole that was Mark's asshole. "Yeah, yeah but I gotta go. If I'm late Ashley will be pissed then she won't let me fuck her." Mark had gotten up and was standing facing my nephew who was examining his still hard cock, looking for traces of Mark I assumed. He picked up his boxers and roughly cleaned his pole from head to pubic nest then handed them to Mark, telling the boy to use them to catch cum leaking from his ass, then reached for his jeans and stepped into them. "Aren't you even gonna wash it?" Mark asked. Skeeter shook his head. "Ashley won't even touch my cock let alone suck it besides if I do get to fuck her it'll be kinda hot knowing that your ass juices are being shoved into her cunt." "Okay. So what am I supposed to do?" "I dunno; stay here if you want to. Jack off, take a shower, I don't care. No one's here so you have the place to yourself; just don't leave a mess." "What an asshole Skeeter." Mark said. "Shit you just fuck and run, don't even help me get off. I don't know why I bother with you." Skeeter stood up and, having tugged his unlaced sneakers on and having kept his socks and t-shirt on the entire time, he was ready to go. "You put up with me because you love having my big fat cock shoved up your ass and since it's the only cock you're getting it's either me or a dildo or something. See you in the morning maybe." And with that my nephew headed up the stairs and left the adorably cute young blonde boy standing there with his still hard cock in his hand. "What an asshole," Mark said as we both listened to Skeeter's footsteps as he crossed the kitchen floor headed toward the front door and thus his next, with any luck, fuck of the night. "I do all the work and get almost nothing in return," the boy muttered to himself as he stood, slowly stroking his raging boner. "Fuck, if you'd just kiss me once, if you'd just stay inside of me a few minutes instead of cumming and pulling out, if only you could love me back, just once." The look of sadness on the boy's beautiful, smooth face was almost heartbreaking. I started to get up out of bed, to go to him, to comfort the boy. Oh sure, I was more than willing to have sex with him but in the immediate moment I honestly wanted to hold him and tell him things would be alright. I debated between being naked or putting on boxers. I didn't want to put undue pressure on the boy but on the other hand seeing me naked might make him feel less exposed, as it were, less vulnerable and uncomfortable. I slipped out of bed and padded toward the door, almost nine inches of stone hard man cock bobbing in the air in front of me. Mark moved toward the sofa and sat down, placing the underwear underneath his butt so as not leak out Skeeter's cum on the cloth. I watched for a moment as the boy let his legs splay open and began stroking his cock, his balls rising and falling between his thighs with each movement. His other hand went to a nipple on his nicely defined chest and began squeezing and rubbing the brown nubbin. I loved watching a boy make love to himself remembering my own feelings when I was a boy and knowing how intense they were. Christ I had jacked off two to three times a day, sometimes more; especially during the summer when it was so hot and my young body wasn't contained by layers of clothing. Memories flooded through me as I watched the boy, his eyes closed, a look of relaxed concentration on his beautiful face. I wanted to do that for him, to lovingly stroke his cock and allowing him to relax and enjoy the ride. I wanted to do it all with him, eventually stuffing my cock up the boy's ass and giving him the fuck of his life. I stepped through the door into the larger room, the carpet deadening my footsteps, and stood in front of him. "I can do that for you if you like," I said quietly. His eyes flew open, and of course the first thing he saw staring at him was my cock, then his eyes moved up to my face. To his credit he didn't let go of his cock although he did stop jacking off. Neither of us said anything for a good twenty seconds, both of us looking the other over; Mark deciding what he wanted to do and me hoping he would allow me access to his body and given the fact that he hadn't moved, I suspected that would be the case. "You're bigger than Skeeter is," he finally said quietly. I nodded my head. "So, do you want me to suck you off or something?" he asked. I smiled. "Well, while that sounds pretty enticing, I was hoping for something a little more mutual. I'd love to suck you off as well." That elicited a winning smile from the boy. He let go of stiff pole that was pointing toward his beautiful face and almost touching his flat belly button then let his legs lay open about as far as they would go. He rested his hands on the sofa on each side of him and said, "Help yourself." I did. I stepped up, got to my knees up close to the front of the sofa between the boy's silky white thighs. He was, I thought, well proportioned down there as well; a compliment to his beautiful face. His cock pulsed with each beat of his little heart, the seven plus inches of blue veined teenaged boy cock jerking slightly. His balls appeared mostly hair free, most of the fuzz at the beginning of his sac where it fell away from the base of his boyhood. The egg like orbs rested at the bottom of the smooth skin, one touching the sofa, the other hanging gently above it. I leaned in close, first taking in the odor of him. Clearly he hadn't showered since I had seen him at the store. The rich combination of groin, sweat, and his own natural scent was not in the least overpowering, something I don't care for, but just enough to clearly indicate that Mark was indeed a healthy growing teenaged boy. It was just as I like it. I slipped my fingers under his nuts and lifted them, feeling their weight, then leaned in and licked at the soft smooth skin and pushing the eggs around a little bit before sucking one of his medium sized balls into my mouth. The boy gasped at the new feelings and one hand went reflexively to the side of my head as I rolled the sperm maker around in my mouth. I let his nut fall out of my mouth; kept my hand under his balls while the other grasped onto his cock at the base and pulled it upright. I stroked him a few times; admiring the underside of what looked like a perfectly shaped darth Vader helmet type circumcised head. I licked his cock, slathering the sensitive glans and eliciting a low moan from him. I rose up higher on my knees, removed my hand from his sperm laden balls and slipped it behind him in the small of his back then lowered my face and took his swollen cock head into my mouth. "Oh gaaawd" he groaned as my tongue swirled all over the head, lapping up his sticky precum and exploring his slit, before sneaking all around the rim. Once I'd done a lap or two I lowered my head and took a solid four more inches of warm hard cock into my mouth. I raised my head and lowered about five times, the tip of Mark's cock head hitting the back of my throat where I clenched the muscles on it. "Christ I'm gonna cum really fast," he moaned, that information only spurring me on to sperm him out. I continued to suckle the boy and as predicted I sensed his orgasm coming on. I took my mouth from his rigid flesh and stroked him fast, my thumb sliding up and down on the underside of his cock as I jacked him off. I felt him thicken in my hand then his entire body went rigid as he erupted, and man what an eruption. The first squirt blasted all the way up to his neck, hitting his Adam's apple and leaving a four-inch streak of white goo headed downward. The second third and fourth ones didn't go quite as far but contained an equal amount of liquid, leaving what looked like a white claw mark slash on his chest and one nipple. From then on it was mostly large droplets that dotted his flat, heaving belly and then that slowed to a oozing that dribbled down over my fingers. Mark allowed his body to relax against the sofa as I continued to slowly stroke him, prolonging the post orgiastic feeling and coaxing out every last drop of boy nectar that his balls had to offer. Before it was finished however I took the head back into my mouth and drank from his faucet, tasting his adolescent juice for the first time. I didn't get to stay there long however as his cock head became ultra sensitive, a typical after cum experience that all males go through. He giggled and gently pushed my head back so I left him, reluctantly. I stayed where I was and leaned against one leg, my arm across his smooth quad muscle, and looked into his large, half lidded eyes. "So, how was that Mark?" I asked, not because I needed to know if did a good job or not cuz I knew I had. The question was more about how he was doing after finally releasing his obviously pent up sperm. "Awesome. I never had my cock sucked before." That totally shocked me. "Really?" I asked. He shook his head. "I know. You're wondering how it is that I'm getting fucked by... you're Skeeter's uncle right?" I nodded my head, said my name was Ethan, and he went on. "That I'm getting fucked by Skeeter yet haven't ever gotten a blow job." "The thought crossed my mind yes but it's not necessary for you to tell me your life story Mark. It's really none of my business." The boy raised up slightly and tugged Skeeter's boxers from underneath his ass, gave them a cursory check before cleaning his cooling cum from his torso. "We talked at the store today didn't we?" he asked and when I nodded my head he said that I looked different without any clothes on. I allowed as how that was understandable since he probably wasn't focusing on my face. That got me a wonderfully melodic laugh. "So, do you want me to get you off Ethan?" he asked with a smile. It wasn't at all necessary for me to ask if that was what he wanted to do so all I did was stand up and step forward. Mark started to sit up and I shook my head "no" then straddled his lap. Since he was slouched on the sofa already, once I was in place my cock was lined up perfectly with his smooth pale face. "Fuck you're so big," he commented as he grasped onto the shaft that was already pointed toward him. As Mark leaned his head forward I moved my hips toward him. The boy's tongue snaked out and licked at the tip, cleaning off the precum that was, and had been, seeping out. With one hand holding my cock and the other tugging and fondling on my balls, the boy took me into his warm mouth. I reached behind me and took hold of the still rigid piece of flesh that was resting on his taut belly and gently stroked it, mimicking the action that Mark was doing to my cock. My other hand went to the side of his head where my fingers alternated between gently rubbing in his hair and the side of face. I slowly and easily fucked his mouth, the warmth of him coupled with the work that both of our hands were doing, bringing me closer to cumming that usual. Granted it had been months since I'd been with a boy, or a man for that matter, but still, being with this beautiful and well endowed child got me there quicker than usual. "I'm almost there Mark," I whispered to the boy who renewed his efforts to encourage my sperm to leave my balls and go... well wherever he decided to make it go. Turned out his mouth was where he wanted it. He began to jack me off faster, suck a little deeper and tug on my balls a little more firmly and that took me over the edge. "Oh fuuuuuck Mark," I groaned as my body went through all of the orgasmic feelings while it unloaded a million or so sperms into his mouth. The boy swallowed greedily, every single drop of my cum going quickly down his throat to die, unappreciated, in his belly. As usual it was over too soon but unlike most boys, I'd trained myself to be able to manage the post orgasm sensitivity so allowed Mark to continue to suckle and lick on my cock for a short while. Of course he noticed my lack of post sperming squirming and passed comment on it so I explained it too him as I raised my body so that he could sit up. Once he was there, our faces were much closer to each other and both of us took the time to take in the other's features. As I'd said, his face was as smooth as a new born baby's butt although I could detect a light smattering of small white hairs on his upper lip. As we stared at each other it seemed as though time stopped, even though it only last about ten seconds. Mark moved his head toward mine ever so slowly and, remembering his self-talk, I pretty much knew that he wanted to be kissed which fit it quite nicely with my own desires. I loved kissing and boys were the best. Not necessarily in terms of quality but just because they were boys. I tilted my head as it moved toward his and we both closed our eyes at the last moment. As usual, his lips were soft and pliable, his breath sweet but with a small lingering odor of my cum. The first kiss was more of peck, although slower. "That was nice," he whispered as we moved our faces apart about two inches. "I know," I responded then put my lips back against his where they stayed for at least thirty seconds, starting in a small lip to lip action and ending in a mouth open tongue battling, nostrils flaring thing. We broke apart for a moment then went right back to it, Mark's hand at the back of my head pulling me back to him for the next go around. It was clear that the boy wasn't experienced but he sure made up for it in enthusiasm. When we broke off that time he explained it to me. "God I've wanted to do that for so long," he said though heavy breathes and when I asked what he meant he went on. "Until just now I've never been kissed except by my relatives and only the females of course." While my mind wasn't exactly reeling I was pretty darn curious about what this beautiful boy's experiences were. Watching him with Skeeter I had assumed he had been sexually active for some time but instead of commenting on that, I addressed the fact that his skin was getting cooler as was mine. "How about if we continue this discussion in the shower Mark," I asked him. I didn't need one but he did, at least his asshole did. I fully intended to worship the core of him with my tongue and I preferred my asshole's clean and generally that meant freshly groomed thank you very much. "Yeah, I'm feeling a little bit sticky," he said by way of an answer so I stood up and offered a hand to the boy, which he took, and pulled him to his feet, the action also pulling him into my arms. He didn't give it a second thought but put his arms around me and leaned his head into my chest. I encourage him by wrapping my own arms around his slender body, both hands finding their way downward onto the fleshy globes of his butt. Handling him like that only made me want to put my face in there even more. The boy was still hard, my own cock having returned almost to its default state, and pressed his stiffened flesh into my belly. "Much as love holding you Mark, I'm getting chilled. Let's get into the shower." I broke away from him but took one of his hands and led him into the bathroom. Wrapped in the warm steam and hot water, Mark told me his story. He had lived in town most of life, had met my nephew Skeeter about a year and half earlier through a mutual friend. Even though Mark didn't drink he still attended parties as a way of socializing and was generally a welcome participant despite his being three years younger than most of the people Skeeter hung out with. When I interrupted with the obvious question he told me he was fourteen, then went on with his narration. "I play music and know a lot of mean card tricks." He told me. "Anyway, one of Skeeter's favorite expressions was suck my dick and one night he was at my house about three quarter of the way hammered. He'd been talking about some girl and I told him that she was a dyke and he said that suck my dick thing, which I'm pretty sick of, so I told him if he'd show it I'd do it. Well, he looked at me, then unbuttoned his jeans and told me to take his cock out. I told him I knew he was a pussy so he went all the way. We were sitting on the sofa in my living room, my parents were out for the night, so he stood up in front of me and pushed his boxers and jeans down to his knees. His cock was about half way hard already so I sorta knew that he was serious about the whole thing. So was I. I'd known I was gay for a couple of years but had never done anything with anybody. I'd never seen another boy's hard cock before and you saw how nice Skeeter's hung, not as nice as you are of course," he added with a smile and took the liberty of reaching over and giving my dick a little squeeze. "I was excited but scared. Skeeter was always talking about fucking some girl so I figured he was totally straight but there he was, his big cock growing bigger in front of my eyes. When I hesitated he told me I promised so was I gonna suck it or be a pussy. His voice had gotten deeper so I knew that he was feeling sexy and that pretty much helped make my mind up. I took hold of his cock and jacked him a little bit which made him step even closer to the sofa." "Go ahead Mark, do it," Skeeter whispered, "So I did; I sucked his cock. He was all moaning and shit and telling me how great it felt and all that kinda stuff. He told me when he was getting ready to cum so I stopped sucking him and just jacked him. He shot clear over my shoulder and hit the back of our sofa. After he was done I asked him if he was gonna do me and he laughed, telling me that he would leave the cock sucking to me." By that time in his story Mark and I had both finished washing so I offered to wash his back for him. I soaped my hands and massaged his shoulders, eliciting moans of pleasure. When I got down to the glorious orbs of his butt I said, "You've got a terrific butt Mark. I'd love to bury my face in there." He laughed and said that Skeeter had told him the same thing once, about his butt being cute, not putting his face in there. "No way in hell would Skeeter ever consider licking someone's asshole. Personally I think it's hot as hell doing it, but never had it done to me of course." He turned around to face me, his young cock at rigid attention. "Is your face the only thing you want to put in there?" he asked with a leer as he grasped onto my fully softened cock. I smiled and kissed him then reached around and turned the water off since his back had gotten fully rinsed off. We stepped out and began drying off. "So how did things progress to Skeeter's fucking you Mark?" I asked him. The boy reflected a little on that as he dried himself off. "I dunno, I guess it just sort of happened. I liked hanging out with Skeeter without the sex but naturally sucking him off became pretty routine, like a couple of times a week. Some things, like licking his ass, I initiated. Like I said, I've known I was gay for a couple of years so looked for gay sites on the internet. When Skeeter asked if he could fuck me I was pretty well interested in finding out what it was like so agreed to it. Needless to say Skeeter isn't at all interested in helping me prepare so the first time hurt like a mother fucker but of course it got a little better by the time he came but still hurt. I've never cum when Skeeter fucks me because he doesn't really last that long. I was surprised that he lasted as long as he did tonight. Anyway, once he cums he's done and never once has he even asked if I wanted to get off." The boy was sounding a little saddened at that revelation and I didn't blame him. One way sex can be okay but a steady diet of it would wear most people down. I vowed that I was gong to make the boy feel loved as long as he was with me. We finished drying off, the chill quite noticeable, so I suggested we climb into bed. Mark was more than agreeable to that idea and scampered ahead of me, allowing me to watch his delectable ass as he headed for the bed. There, under the covers, the adorable cute young teen snuggled up to me, one leg thrown over my hip as we lay facing each other. I held him, one hand trailing up and down his smooth back and down onto his butt. I let my fingers gently explore the insides a little bit, grazing across the puckered muscle of his hole and down to the soft folds of his bag and his balls. "I love being held like this Ethan," he whispered. "I've wanted something like this for so long it seems like." He moved his face, closing the inches that were between us and kissed me, giving some small short kisses before pushing against me and keeping them there. Further down, his waist followed suit, moving in tighter and pressing his hard cock against my lower belly. I felt my own cock begin to take on a life of its own as blood poured into the fleshy tube, was captured and held there by the one way valves. Mark's tongue pushed against mine and I responded in kind, exploring his flesh and the inside of his mouth. By the time we'd broken the kiss my cock had grown to its full length and risen up between mark's thigh's and was resting against the crack of his ass. "Just dying to get in isn't it?" he said, reaching behind himself to rub his fingers against the underside of the shaft. "It seems as though it is. But first things first," I said, gently pushing him away from me so that I could start the process by kissing the soft crook of the boy's neck, which of course turned out to be hot spot. I didn't stay there very long, electing to move to the next stop on my agenda, a rosy little nipple. I licked at the small nubbin of flesh a few times before taking it into my mouth and sucking it like babe. Mark gasped audibly and his hands went to my head as though to hold me in place as I nursed at him. I allowed my free hand to continue on its journey south, my fingertips trailing lightly across his smooth skin. When his hard cock head poked my wrist I moved around it onto the face of his hip and kept going until my arm was stretched out to its full length then started the return trip on the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh. Mark spread his legs a little further in anticipation of my coming into contact with his balls but as soon as the back of my thumb came into contact with his bag my fingers went back onto his upper thigh. I made a couple of trips in this manner while I continued to nurse at his teat and I knew from my own past experience that he was most likely dying for me to fondle all those things that made him boy but I didn't. I knew I was making the boy as tight as a piano wire but that was part of the fun, for both of us. I finally let go of the, by then, hardened nipple and kissed downward onto the flat muscled surface of his upper belly and only turned my head when his cock head touched my cheek, the boy's advanced stated of excitement letting itself be known by the sticky residue that was left on my cheek. I turned and admired the source of the leakage, the perfectly shaped head flaring out from the shaft in perfect symmetry. The tip was shiny from the leaking precum and I allowed my tongue to snake out and clean the satiny surface, the pressure moving his cock around as it hung in the air above his smooth flat belly. My other hand finally gave the boy some release by moving up underneath his hairless boy bag and cupping his balls then grasping the entire works and tugging downward, causing his cock to rise in the air. The young teen groaned once at the pressure and warmth of my hand on his sperm makers then again as I lowered my head down over his swollen cock head and closed my mouth over his warm hard flesh. I bobbed my head there for about fifteen seconds before Mark passed comment. "Oh fuck Ethan," he whispered as he gently pushed my head away, "I'm gonna cum really fast if you don't stop. Turn around so I can suck on your cock too." I could find no fault with the boy's logic so did as he asked and in less time than it takes to tell the tale I felt the warmth of his hand as he grasped onto my cock followed closely by the warmth of his mouth. Because he was more on his side than his back, his balls followed gravity and were lying down onto his inner and upper thigh. I held onto his cock and rubbed it against my face as I licked at the bag `o balls, its blue veins standing out against his pale skin, and reveling in the varied texture of both of his boy parts. I really did love the feel of a warm hard cock against my face so kept it there, rubbing it back and forth as I licked on his balls and the base of his rigid young flesh. At the other end Mark was doing a very credible job of sucking my cock and between the two of us doing our job, my heat level rose pretty quickly, as did Mark's. "This is so fucking hot," he finally said, panting. "God I love sucking cock so much and been wanting to do this, a sixty nine, it seems like forever." That being said he went back to doing what he loved with one arm thrown over my hip; hand on my ass. We both continued to work on each other's cock, sucking, licking and nuzzling and during the process I reflected a moment on how much I too loved cock. And I really did. In fact I love everything about a male body. Between their legs, every male seems a little bit different to me, all of them a work of art. I've never met a cock that I didn't like. The heavy balls lying lazily across his inner thigh prompted some attention so I gave it to them, licking and sucking whatever I could. I adjusted my body slightly so that I had some access to the more sensitive underside of the sac, gently working my way toward the core of him. Since his outer leg was upright, the foot flat on the bed behind his other knee, I used a hand to encourage him to swing it over my body, which he did. The action then gave me what I consider one of the best views of a naked boy: his crack staring at me, opened until his hole was just barely concealed, the skin holding his balls spilling away from its source, the eggs resting in a puddle of loose wrinkled skin on the bed, or in this case my chest. I felt my cock stir at the sight. Much as I love looking I needed to put my face in there, to slather my tongue all over the tight wrinkled muscle. I rose up somewhat on one elbow then reached forward with my free hand and opened the boy up like a peach. The core of him was as I suspected, tight, dark skin around the edges but the muscle itself a nice pink-ish color and not a hair in sight. I loved em like that. Mark knew what was coming an raised up slightly on one knee then pushed backwards, the movement causing his smooth balls to hang in front of me and bringing his hole close to my face. My tongue slipped out of my mouth and made first contact. I explored the wrinkled texture of him, pushing my tongue into the opening. I traveled downward along the seam of flesh that resides there, running from his hole, up his scrotum to the base of his cock. I licked the under side of his nuts causing the orbs to swing slightly in the air. I moved back up and focused on his asshole, fully soaking the area with my saliva. At the other end the boy was moaning as he tried to keep sucking on my cock, the intense new feelings causing him to lose his own focus. "I don't think I can keep this up much longer without cumming," Mark finally panted. I could understand that. I remembered the first time I'd had my own thirteen-year old boy-gina worshiped by the tongue of a fifteen-year old boy. We had been in the same position that I was in then and I'd actually cum all over the boy's chest without even touching my own cock. "Okay then, we're gonna have to move baby," I said to the boy, who immediately rolled off of me and onto his back. I swiveled around and slid off the bed then took the few steps to my travel bag and pulled out a small bottle of Glide, went into the bathroom and snagged a small hand towel then returned to the bed, all the while my young lover watching my every move through half lidded eyes. The boy was definitely ready to be fucked and as I crawled back onto the bed and got between his legs he asked if I was going to perform that millennia old act. "Do you want me to fuck you Mark?" He nodded his head. "Very much so but it's gonna hurt cuz you're so fucking big." "Not necessarily," I responded as I poured the gooey liquid onto the middle finger of my right hand. "Hurt I mean but yeah, I'm rather large." I pushed his legs open and the boy cooperated fully, opening wide and pulling them back to open himself up for me. I admired his hole again briefly then started the process for his prostate exam. I slipped my finger inside of him in a nice easy motion, burying myself to the first knuckle. He groaned. I continued on until I couldn't go any more then started to back out. On the second trip in I hit his prostate and the boy went crazy. "Oh fuck you found that spot Ethan," he moaned, indicating to me that he too had found that spot at some time in his young life, just like many boys do, straight gay or otherwise. I continued to finger fuck him, moving back and forth across his gland while my free hand slowly stroked his rigid cock. It didn't take long. "Fucking Christ Ethan you better get your cock inside of me before I blast out all over the place," he moaned. Those were the words I'd been waiting for. It had been my experience that getting any male to the point of saying the words that Mark had meant that there would be less pain when they were being entered, particularly with a cock the size of mine. Anything six plus inches in girth being stuff inside most assholes caused pain, and the more prep work done beforehand meant the easier and less painful the penetration. I'd purposely kept the lube and hand towel close to me, rightfully assuming that I'd need them both again. Leaving my finger inside of the boy's tight little hole, I grabbed the lube and popped the top with my thumb, then poured the viscous on my own swollen cock head and half way down the shaft. I smeared the stuff over the entire surface of cock before wiping my fingers off on the towel. I knee walked myself into position then asked Mark to pull his legs back for me. "I'm assuming that you want me to face you Mark," I said, pretty sure that would be the case. He confirmed my question verbally as he grasped his legs from just behind his knees and pulled them back. I pushed my cock downward and nudged the very tip against the back of my finger and then in one quick motion I slipped my finger out and pushed my cock head in. Mark cried out and I didn't move a muscle. What I did do was put my hands on the calves of his legs allowing him to grasp onto bed sheets or whatever else was necessary for him to help deal with the pain of having his ass violated. To the boy's credit however he seemed to recover fairly quickly. Of course having been fucked not an hour before most likely helped. That and the prep work. "Fuck you're so Goddamned big Ethan," he groaned out. I silently agreed with him, my eyes focused on where our bodies were connected and my heart pounding at the very thought of being buried to my balls inside of the adorably cute young teen. It didn't take long before Mark gave me the go ahead and I watched carefully as his hole swallowed up inch after inch of me until there wasn't anything left to give. I stayed there a moment and reveled in the feelings of the boy's flesh wrapped tightly around the base of my cock before I started the show. I moved out of him about half way before returning, pressing my hairs against the pale expanse of his butt for just a moment before doing it all again. I moved slowly, taking my time because I wanted it all to last, for me and for Mark. The boy deserved much more than the slam bam thank you Sam that my nephew had been giving him. I knew that I could hold off for a while but the young teen that began moaning under me couldn't. I watched his face as I moved my cock in and out of him, the play of emotions across his smooth face telling me that he'd passed from pain into pleasure. I decided to change positions a little, my desire to be able to kiss the boy while I fucked the shit out of him, so stopped, put my arms underneath his knees and aimed my hands for the bed alongside of him halfway between his chest and his waist. The move surprised him, rolling Mark farther onto his back. He opened his eyes, well, sort of opened them, saw that my face was quite close to his and smiled at me. I lowered my head just as I was pulling my cock out of him and as our lips touched I drove back into him, the angle of penetration being almost straight down. The boy gasped as I bottomed out deep inside of him, grinding my hips a little to add some extra zing to the already intense feelings that he was experiencing, hell, the both of us were experiencing. "Ooohhh Gaaawwwd," the boy groaned out as he broke the kiss and I broke contact with his butt, my own butt headed back into the cocked position, cocked definitely being the operable word. "This is what I've been waiting for he said, looking at me through half lidded eyes, "This is what I've dreamed about Ethan," he panted, causing me to wonder how he managed the energy. I dropped back down into him, my pubic hair barely touching his warm flesh before retreating for yet another plunge down into the boy. That pretty well, shut him up. Except for the moans and groans I mean. Mark seemed to almost cling to me as though I might leave in the middle of the act or more appropriately, end before he was ready for it too. Given the way Skeeter treated Mark, that motivation made sense. To my credit I understood what was at stake there and vowed to make it the most memorable experience the young teen would have had until that moment in his life. Hey, maybe end up one of the top five in his entire life. I was pulling back out again. Having picked up speed I was pretty well drilling the boy, reveling in the feeling of his tight little asshole on my cock. I loved fucking boys; teen aged boys that is. Boys Marks age were, in my humble opinion, just about the best. I was a little amazed at how long the boy was lasting but then I figured that we'd only been at it for two minutes, maybe. Still, remembering my own youth, it was a long time. The thought no sooner and come and gone when Mark started letting me know that he was there. "Oh God, I think..." was as far as he got. "Ah, ah, ahhhh," he uttered at each thrust of my cock into his ass. His hands had been resting on my forearms but at the point the fingers gripped me, as did his rectal muscles as the adorably cute young teen experienced his sperming. As I said before, it had been some time since I'd had sex, my experiences being relegated to the tools at hand, so to speak. Mark's orgasm helped push me over the edge so that my own sperming was right on the tail of his, both literally and figuratively. I felt my balls roil and then give way, the fluids rushing up the length of my cock and unloading into the vessel that held me captive. I thrust down into the boy and slammed my hips from side to side creating different angels and thus different pressures for the both of us. I heard myself moan as I unleashed a virtual torrent of sperm into the young boy's body, a body that was bucking beneath me in the throes of its own orgiastic release. Fifteen seconds later it was all over except the afterglow. I continued to fuck Mark, slowly sliding in and out of him until I too stopped. I leaned down and kissed him lightly on the lips which startled him just a bit, since his eyes were closed, but as soon as he recouped he smiled and kissed me back. My arms were beginning to tire so I slowly started the move back to where I started; that being on my knees between his legs. Mark sighed as I let his feet and butt relax onto the bed. From that position I could see the white goo covering his lower belly. The boy had offered up quite a bit of liquid for a second cumming. I reached down and took hold of his still hard cock and stroked him a couple of times then fondled his smooth balls. The latter got him to giggling due his post sperming sensitivity which in turn made his asshole constrict on my cock which caused me to constrict those muscles. Mark smiled as he felt my cock twitch inside of him. "That was incredible Ethan," he finally whispered. "I wish it weren't over." "Who says it's over?" I asked him. I reached out, asking him to give me his hands, which he did. I explained what I was going to do and in the next moment he was up and straddling my lap, our bodies still connected by the eight plus inches of cock my cock still buried inside of him. "Oh my," he said after he was comfortably seated on my lap. He wiggled is butt a little bit as if testing things a bit. His arms were draped across shoulders and since he was so close, Mark leaned in and kissed me. This wasn't one of those peck and go thing either but a prolonged, open mouthed kiss. The boy was definitely a quick learner. "I could get used to this," he said softly after breaking away from me. I rubbed his back and down onto his butt, reaching in underneath him and feeling where I entered his body. "Me too but I gotta move cuz my knees are starting to hurt." I was still perched on knees and the boy's weight was making it necessary to move. With a little bit of juggling about we managed to get my legs stretched back out straight until the pain subsided then curled them back in. Mark moved about here and there, seeming to be quite interested in the dynamics of the position he was in which also created a variety of different pressures on his insides. He still hadn't cleaned the sperm off of his torso so I looked around, spied the handy clean up towel and grabbed for it then wiped the boy down. "It's so much different, being with someone who is like, interactive with me. I really hate how Skeeter acts with me. I mean, I like Skeeter and everything, I just don't like how the sex is but I guess I have to settle for what I can get." He paused a moment then said, "Unless you're going to be staying around awhile." He wiggled his slender little butt for emphasis, as though I needed any emphasis. I kissed him tenderly and responded, "I can't imagine anything I'd like more than to spend day after day in bed with you Mark but I have a home and job that need my attention." He gave me a faux pout then said, "Well I guess we'll have to make the best of the time we have." With that he began moving butt slowly; first back and forth then sideways. I thought that I'd been losing my erection but it that was true, then the boy brought it back to life in short order. Mark loved me as though he were born to it, which I suppose, he was. It started out with him holding me, his head resting on my shoulders, while he undulated his lower body in a slow rhythmic pattern. I allowed my hands to travel, equally slowly, up and down his back and down onto the dynamite globes that my cock was embedded between. It didn't take long for the boy's heat level to rise which seemed to necessitate his needing more room to move. He broke away from me and gently pushed me backwards indicating that he preferred me lying down, which I did. He reached behind him and put his hands on my thighs and used me for the leverage needed to rise his body up and drop back down onto my lap using my cock to keep him in place. His stone hard cock bobbed in the air as he moved and his smooth hairless balls alternated between hanging and being mashed against my pubic bone as he reseated himself. That always amazed me, how much abuse our balls can take when we're in the throes of sexual bliss. Perhaps Mark's knees got tired but in any case, he lean forward slightly and placed his hands on my chest and used that for leverage as he continued to move his body, fucking me. I watched his smooth young face, flushed with the intensity of sex, his eyes closed, his features an ever changing landscape as he drove his body down onto mine creating different pressures and different feelings with each movement. We stayed like that for a good five to eight minutes, our sperm building up, our bodies getting close to orgasm but fading gently away then building back up to it again. As I look back on it, I have to say it was one hell of a memorable bout. Mark went back to an upright position and began moving with more intensity and I knew that he wanted to cum. I took hold of his cock and began stroking him as his butt picked up speed, rising and falling and moving around with purpose. The only warning I got was an oh fuck. I felt his cock thicken in my hand then erupt, the force of the first shot propelling a glob of warm young sperm out onto my nipple. I didn't need to do any muscle contractions to bring on my own orgasm as I'd been staving it off, waiting for the boy so that we could experience it together. "Fuck I'm gonna cum baby," I moaned to him as I continued to stroke his cock, his cum not diminishing in amount but the force of his ejaculation lessening to something between a dribble and a short shot, the stuff making a puddle around my belly button. His asshole clenched on my stiff cock with each pulse of his orgasm, and it took me right on over the edge. We were both breathing like race horses as I pumped jet after jet of cum up into his body and his adolescent balls gave up their nectar in a likewise fashion. Mark settled all of his weight on me and ground his hips in every conceivable direction, moving my cock around like a stick shift inside of his tight little ass. I came a second time, all feelings but no extra liquid. As always it was over before it anyone would want it to be and I wondered briefly what it would be like to be able to call on those feeling at will. I expected that civilization would come to a screeching halt. Obviously tired and spent, Mark leaned forward slowly until his smooth slender body was able to rest on mine. Had I been less endowed that wouldn't have been possible and my cock would have popped out of his like a watermelon seed but that wasn't the case. I stayed inside of him, connected to the boy, and felt his heartbeat against my chest as I gently rubbed his back and reveled in the feelings of being inside of him. "You are a heck of a boy, you know that?" I whispered to him as I gently rubbed his head. He rubbed my shoulder in response and mumbled a thanks then we both just lay there quietly basking in the afterglow of a great experience. As usual it didn't last all that long. At my age, which wasn't all that old, the newness of sex had grown somewhat common place so the days of maintaining a hard on even after two or three sperm outs were long gone. Both Mark and I could feel my cock as it slowly retracted. "Oh no," he said in a faux lament, "I'm ready for it to go out." The words were no sooner out of his mouth when my cock squished out of him leaving us both a little sad at the loss. I rolled him to his side then kissed him, long but gently. "That was the most incredible experience I've had in a long time sweet boy," I said, looking into his eyes in the dim light. He agreed with me then added somewhat quickly, "I think I need to go to the bathroom Ethan." I knew the feeling and pulled away from him, allowing him to roll the other way and climb out of the bed. "Can we take another shower after I'm done?" Of course I told him we could take all the showers we wanted. He headed for the bathroom and I was a little surprised that he didn't bother to close the door. I couldn't see him once he was in there but certainly heard him as his long, wet sounding fart echoed in the toilet bowl. "Jeez," he laughed from the semi darkened room, "how rude." Of course his laughter caused the eruption of more air which in turn caused more giggling. I chuckled to myself knowing from first hand experience that somewhat embarrassing side effect of boy-boy intercourse. He finished soon enough and we took another shower, attending to the basics of cleaning up as opposed to more play. Back in bed we held each other and kissed a little while before a yawn reminded me that I'd still needed sleep. Mark was a little apologetic about keeping me awake but I quelled those thoughts right away, letting him know that I wouldn't have missed the experience for the world. He kissed me, rolled over and backed up into me so I draped my arm around his waist and held him to me, loving the feel of his smaller warm body against mine. I drifted off to sleep rather quickly. I woke about five hours later, or more appropriately, I was awakened. My cock was stone hard and being manipulated and I soon realized that Mark was working at trying to get the swollen head into his ass. He was still backed into me, sort of. The boy was in a more fetal position with his putt pushed out with the foot of his upper leg flat on the bed in the hope of opening himself up a little more in order to accomplish the deed. "You're probably gonna need some lube baby boy," I whispered. We hadn't bothered to turn off the light in the family room so the room was still bathed in a dim glow. "I already did," he said. I took over, grasping my thick cock in my hand while Mark controlled where the head was going. I felt pressure against the tip, a little more maneuvering on Mark's behalf then, "Ok, push" he whispered. I did. There was resistance of course but less than I would have expected. I felt his muscle give way to me followed immediately by Mark's gasp. Of course I stopped and of course he told me to go ahead and go all of the inside of him. Of course, I did. It wasn't the best position in the world, even for a longer cocked male like myself, but still I was inside of an adorable, sexy young teenage boy and that made up for any other deficiencies. Mark draped his leg over mine in an attempt to give us a better angle and I put my arm around his waist and alternated between holding and rubbing him and stroking on his marble hard young cock. I picked up a bit of a rhythm, sliding a solid six inches of cock in an out of the boy. Had he angled his upper body away from me I would have been able to give him all of my cock but he'd elected to stay in close which allowed for him to turn his head back around toward in order to kiss. That wasn't perfect either but in the throes of lust it didn't matter all that much. I held the boy in place as I drove into him, the moans and groans a indication that, best or not, the sex was still good and he was getting to where he wanted to be. I judged the sounds of his response to our love making and when I sensed that the horny young teen was getting close I grasped onto his stiff dick and stroked him, or at the very least allowed the action of my fucking him to shove his hardened boyhood pride and joy in and out of my closed fist. He didn't give a whole lot of warning other than his breathing but I felt his cock thicken so fucked him harder and stroked him faster. His cumming caused his asshole to constrict on my cock and under other circumstances it would have taken me over the edge but this time it didn't. Call it jet lag, or the more limited times we older guys can cum, whatever, it felt great but I didn't cum. The boy continued to shake, experiencing a fairly powerful orgasm as I fucked him, loud moans providing accompaniment. I felt his body go limp, knew that he'd moved from the active sperming stage to the afterglow stage and so slowed my movement inside of him to a more gentle stroke. My hand moved up to his chest and rubbed gently while I continued to kiss and nuzzle his soft neck until I finally stopped fucking him altogether. We lay there quietly as our breathing slowed then Mark finally spoke. "I'm sorry I woke you up Ethan but I was just feeling so fucking horny for your cock and well, since it was already about half hard, I couldn't help myself." I kissed his neck again and told him that it was more than fine with me, that loving him was more important than sleep. He commented that it didn't feel like I had cummed and I confirmed his suspicion adding that it wasn't always necessary for me to cum when my partner did, that for me, just the preliminary stuff was often okay. "When I get hard I gotta cum," he said, and I shared with him that most teenage boys probably felt the same way. He asked if I'd had much experience with boys his age and I told him that I'd had a few encounters although none of them were as cute as he was. That pleased him but as he started to speak my cock softened and squished out of his ass causing the cute young teen to moan at the loss. He moved away from me and reached down alongside the bed and came up with the washcloth and proceeded to clean his cooling sperm from his torso. He then crawled out of bed and went into the bathroom and since the only thing I heard was the toiled paper roller I assumed rightly that he was cleaning the lube from his hole. He came back, climbed into bed and quickly cuddled up with me, kissing me three or four little pecks then lying his head on my chest with his arm across my flat belly and sighed deeply, clearly a contented boy. "Thank you Ethan," he said quietly. Knowing what he meant I simply told him he was welcome. I finally woke about eight to find Mark gone from my bed then I heard the toilet flush and he came back into the room, his soft cock bobbing slightly as he moved. "I hope I didn't wake you up Ethan," he said as he stood next to the bed looking down at me. I assured him that he hadn't then swung my legs out and onto the floor and sat up before standing up, my half hard cock sticking out like a dead limb on a tree, except of course I was far from dead. Mark watched me, not moving and I guessed that he was feeling a little bit shy in the light of day, or perhaps thinking that I might feel a little awkward about what had happened. I put my arm out to him and he was up against me and in an instant his arms were around me and the slender boy was melting against my body, the heat from him warm against my skin. Holding a fourteen year old boy in one's arms was a pleasure that, in my humble opinion, everyone should experience. Well back asleep in each others arms and woke a couple of hours later. We showered and tromped upstairs in our underwear although we could have gone naked. Sure Skeeter could have shown up but it was doubtful and even if he did so what. He'd see me naked and of course he'd figure that Mark and I had sex. Who was he gonna tell? But we dressed scantily in any case, fixed breakfast then somehow, while cleaning up the kitchen we ended up totally naked. From there it was downstairs to the bedroom where I took Mark's other Cherry. He didn't last long but he gave it a good try, stuffing his teenage cock in my ass and fucking me with enthusiasm for about three minutes before he came. I jacked myself off so controlled my orgasm to co inside with his. He allowed afterwards that it had harbored on being mystical. Lazing in bed later Mark allowed as how fucking me had been fun and all but getting fucked was what he loved. So I did, or we did, however one wants to view it. Twice. Mark had to go to work that afternoon but vowed that if he could he'd come back that night, that is if I wanted him too. Along with a hard, tongue down his throat kiss while I stroked his softened cock and squeezed a tight cheek of his hot little butt I managed to convince the boy that I would love it if he came back later. Later that afternoon Skeeter showed up, gave me a hug and asked when I gotten in. He seemed a little flustered when I told him when I'd gotten in the night before and even more so when I said "yes" to his question about whether I'd seen Mark or not. He relaxed when I told him that I'd found the boy asleep on the sofa. A moment later the dryer went off in the utility room and I went back, gathered my clothes and came back through the kitchen on my way downstairs to fold and put them away. "Wait uncle you dropped something," Skeeter called out. I turned and the look on my nephew's face was priceless. What had dropped were a pair red underwear and considering the size of the garment that Skeeter held, it was pretty evident that they weren't mine, nor would they fit my nephew. "How'd these get in your laundry uncle Ethan?" my gangling nephew asked. I shrugged my shoulders and told him I had no idea. He gave me a look that said he didn't believe me but after a pause where we both simply looked at each other he nodded his head indicating that nothing more would be said about it. "So, are you staying tonight as well?' he asked and when I nodded my head he looked at me sort of funny then said, "Kewl, then I won't come by and bother you." It was my turn to give Skeeter a look and he said, "No, really, I promise, I won't." If there was a knowing smirk on the boy's face it was barely detectable.