Date: Sat, 9 Oct 2010 19:47:39 -0600 From: bob boylover Subject: Summer-With-Michael-1 All the usual disclaimers apply. Fact or Fiction? It's in the reader's interpretation! I live in a high-rise, down town apartment in a large city in Canada and have resided here some 10 years. Knowing most of the other long term residents came naturally, as I'm a very friendly, outgoing, middle aged single man. Mostly it was just a friendly "hello," and idle chit chat while riding the elevators, just casual relationships other than a personal friend, Kevin, who lived two floors below my 25th floor suite, who, like myself, is gay. People are shocked when they learn that I am, in fact, gay. I'm a very masculine, sport loving, in decent shape and considered good looking, but keep my sexuality in check with most of the other residents as well as colleague's at work. I'm not ashamed of my sexual preference, it's just plainly no body's business! I'm basically a boy lover at heart, turned on by youth aged 13 to 16 years old, of which I've been fortunate enough to have had several sexual encounters with over the years. "Gay for pay" type boy's with very little risk involved and certainly no emotional hang-ups to cloud my judgement when I occasionally indulged in the "forbidden fruit!" The city in which I live is renowned for it's mild winter weather, sadly to say, attracting a great number of transient runaway's who frequent the down town area, eventually hooking up with other street kid's and becoming drug dependent, thus learning about "survival sex" fairly quickly! Crack cocaine is of epidemic proportions lately. Some boy's become so desperate to feed the habit that prices for sex become very competitive amongst them! Ten dollar blow jobs in a car are not unheard of, quite negotiable indeed! I've had boy's stay over night, willing to do anything sexual and as many times as I can muster up the ability to perform, for a measly thirty bucks! Anyways, last June I ran into one of my elderly neighbour's, Edith, who lived on the third floor. She had purchased a gas barbeque and asked me to assemble it for her whenever I had the time. I promised that I would come down later that day to help her out. I often did little thing's like that for her as she is a sweet, little old lady. As she ushered me into her suite, I was introduced to her grandson, Michael, who was 12 1/2 years old. Cute as a button with brown hair and eyes to match, a somewhat dark complexion being of Italian decent I deduced, since Edith was Italian. He was a little big for his age, not overly tall, just larger boned than most boy's his age. He was hot! His strikingly handsome features had me gaga! Edith informed me that Michael was her daughter's boy from Toronto and would be spending the summer with her. I also learned that Michael was a little slow, not mentally handicapped but only the learning capacity of a 10 year old and attended a special school which had just let out for the summer. Michael may have had a learning disability, but to my astonishment, possessed an unbelievable knowledge about NHL hockey. Edith said that he "eats, drinks and sleeps hockey!" He knew the names and stats of every player on the Toronto Maple Leafs, his favourite team, as well as other's. Being Stanley Cup play off season, he knew the standings of every team vying for the covetted championship which he didn't hesitate to engage me in conversation upon discovering my own fondness for the sport. He was dressed in a T-shirt and a nylon bathing suit as he sat on the floor Indian style watching me assemble the barbeque. I found out he was waiting patiently for me to finish so Edith could take him down to our indoor swimming pool. It was all I could do to concentrate on the task at hand when I was treated to the sight of a testicle slightly peeking out the left leg of his short bathing suit! There was no doubt in my mind that the boy had a nice set of balls and I wondered if he had a nice big cock to match! Impure thoughts about thing's I'd like to do with him scrambled my brain! I'd never really thought about boy's that young before and the fact that he was Edith's grandson, I tried desperately to put him out of my head and curtail the growing of my stimulated cock! As we talked about the swimming pool he informed me that he couldn't swim and used those silly water wings, which in my opinion, no kid would ever learn to swim wearing! I was quite the avid swimmer, the only real exercise I did, and used the pool often. Having been a lifeguard when I was a teen, and taught many kid's to swim, it's all about arm - leg coordination and offered my services as swim coach to Edith, taking me up on my offer immediately! I met them at the pool area after fetching my gym bag with swim suit and towel, having changed in the small men's change room which also housed a hot sauna that I like to stoke up to it's full potential, pouring water on the hot lava coals and sweat my ball's off after swimming. Edith was reading a book while she sat on a pool side lounge chair. Michael was tossing and chasing a tennis ball in the pool wearing his stupid water wings which, as I removed without delay, noticed a few dark brown hairs under his arms. The boy was well into the puberty stage! My perverted mind was back in full swing thinking about how much pubic hair he would adorn down there, again, wondering about his genitals! I began the swim lesson holding him on the surface with my hands placed on his upper chest and lower abdomen and had him kick his legs and rotate his arms simultaneously, then letting him go on his own. He floundered time and again, panicking shortly after he was under his own propulsion. He had gotten out of the pool to go for a pee and his wet swim suit clung to his crotch displaying a detailed outline of his goods! Could a twelve year old boy be that well endowed? I couldn't resist the urge to cop a feel of whatever treasures he had hidden inside his swim suit! I repositioned my hand from holding his abdomen to his crotch. Just one time, accidently of course! What a feel I got! I could feel a longish, chubby cock in the palm of my hand, I could even ascertain the fact that he was circumcised! My cock was already hard at that point but now it felt like my bone was going to burst right out through the pee slit! I held my hand there longer than normal as he kicked and waved his arm's awaiting my release to swim on his own. If he cared where my hand was he didn't show it. Not even to look at me with a brief puzzled look on his face, so I used that manoeuvre several more times, getting braver by gently squeezing his cock and braver yet, feeling his ball's between his thighs. Fuck, the boy was hung! Still he made no sort of objection to my groping his genitals. Did he like it? I was hoping so much that he'd get an erection which would have verified his pleasure. I was toying with the idea of sliding my hand under the leg of his swim suit and getting a damn good handful of his jewels, when Edith thwarted that plan announcing that they had to leave as they had dinner plans at a friend's place. As they were departing we made plans to meet for another lesson at the same time the following day. I went into the sauna and beat my 7 inch meaty cock to one hell of a wicked orgasm! Then again that night in bed. It was difficult for me to believe that I was so turned on by such a young boy, who, mind you, had teenage sized genitals. I was beating myself up pretty good over it, though! The next day was Saturday, as I impatiently awaited Edith and Michael's arrival, I utilized the time to swim my laps. I briefly had the notion to call Edith and tell her that I'd pick up Michael on my way down so that she didn't have to, allowing me to be alone with him, but I quickly dropped that idea for fear of, what? I didn't quite know. I had made my mind up that I wouldn't try anything again. He was way too young and I felt guilty about Edith and stuff. They were ten minutes late for our appointed time and I suddenly had a panic attack! What if Michael told her that I had felt him up? I had convinced myself of this in short order and was visibly trembling in fear, when in they came! Pleasantries exchanged, I got on with his lesson carefull to stay clear of his crotch but after I while, my panic attack having subsided, my lust got the better of me once again! I managed a few little feels but not as aggressively as I did the day before. He was doing much better, he was acquiring the coordination and swimming further on his own. He was so proud of himself! Both Edith and I giving him cheering encouragement and clapping each time he went greater distances. Once again, Edith advised that they had to go. She explained that Saturday night's were her bingo night, meeting her friends for a bite to eat prior. Michael hemmed and hawed for two reasons. One, he wanted to practise his new found swimming ability longer, and two, a major NHL playoff game on TV that night with the Toronto Maple Leafs verses the Montreal Canadians! He didn't want to go to bingo and miss the game. He was literally crying in disappointment, obviously unaware of his grandmother's evening plan's until then. Before I could stop myself from putting my foot in my mouth, I blurted out that he could watch the game with me in my suite. His eye's wide as saucers, he was then begging Edith for permission, who relented after she was certain it was no inconvenience to me. I assured her it wasn't and that he'd surely like watching the game on my big screen TV! He went absolutely snaky at that revelation, giving me a big hug and kiss on the cheek. I told Edith that I was going to order a pizza, so he would have something to eat, again he couldn't contain his excitement, pizza was his favourite food, hugged and kissed me. Since the game wasn't for several hours yet, we could continue swim lessons. Edith advised me that she'd be home by eleven at the latest, she would call me to let me know exactly when she was home. My mind was then reeling. What the fuck did I just do to put myself into tempation, lock, stock and barrel! Alone for several hours, could I keep my hand's off him? Was I on the slow road to jail? But my cock had made up it's own mind. Thinking with the wrong head, as the expression goes. Thought's of sucking his boy cock and balls, could he cum yet, I wondered? As well as visions of him bobbing on my cock had me hard as rock!We swam for a while longer, him, proud as punch, my erection having subsided somewhat, but certainly not my lust, I suggested we have a sauna. He informed me that he'd never been in one before, so off we went with predetermined ulterior motives on my mind, an opportunity to perhaps see him naked! Once inside the men's change room, I removed my swim suit as I told him that since it was a men's only sauna, and the ladies had their own, guys didn't wear anything and that swim suits wet with chlorine pool water combined with the extreme heat of the sauna could cause a burning rash. Pretty ingenious of me, wasn't it? As he stared at my semi erect cock which was growing by the second in anticipation of whether he would follow suit and remove his own. I wrapped myself with my towel as I didn't want him to see me fully erect, at least quite yet! He appeared to logically accept the rash theory, turned his back to me, pulled down his swim suit and bent over to pick it up off the floor. I got a beautiful view of his bubble butt and his low hanging balls! Disappointedly, I didn't get a full frontal view as he reached for his towel and wrapped it around his waist. I felt that it wasn't modesty so much as his proximity to the bench and simply convenient for him, as well, him seeing me, covering up my own nakedness, he followed my example. I chose the first tier bench to lay with my back against the wall and legs flat on the bench. Michael assumed the same position at the opposite end, our feet almost touching as we made small talk. He wanted to know the purpose of a sauna and I explained that the heat makes you sweat out dirt and toxins and the moisturizer cream I was spreading on myself softened my skin. I stood up, removed my towel spreading it on the bench and began to spread the cream on my ass and genitals. I didn't care that he saw my cock in all it's glory now. He stared while I slowly, erotically rubbed it onto my cock and balls, the slightest smile on his face. I sat back down in the same position but with my left foot on the floor and my right knee bent and leaning on the back wall, giving him a clear view of my manhood. We resumed our conversation about the virtues of a sauna, telling him that I thought he should apply some cream as well, offering to do it for him and not giving him an opportunity to reply, had him standing in front of me. I sat proper and began creaming his shoulders, arms and back, then his chest and belly. I suggested he remove his towel to allow me to do his hips and legs. Without the slightest hesitation and much to the satisfaction of my perverted state of mind, he removed the towel, placing it on the bench. His flaccid cut cock hung about 3 inches and was as thick as my thumb. The heat of the sauna made his hefty balls hang about two inches lower than his cock. A small patch of brown pubic hair, more than I thought a 12 year old would have, accented his beauty. The boy was nicely hung to say the least! I was in la la land as I stuttered my words telling him how impressed I was with his manhood. He obviously liked when I said "manhood" as he made a broad grin, revelling in pride. I could have left it at that, my desire in seeing him naked, but no, thinking with the proverbial "other head," I asked him if I could touch him there as I again flattered him with praise. He shrugged his shoulders to which I read to be a green light, "go ahead, what's the big deal" type gesture! One hand kneaded his silky balls while the other gently squeezed his velvet cock. Something made me ask him if anyone else had ever touched him there. To this day I don't know why that crossed my mind. I was shocked to learn that indeed his gym teacher, Mr Simms, had touched him several months ago to perform a "nernia" test! That's what he called it. I knew he meant "hernia" and I urged him to tell me more as I continued to play with his genitals. One day after gym class and the boys were changing out of their gym attire, his teacher told Michael to accompany him to what I surmised to be a medical room. Clad in just his underwear, the teacher instructed him to lay down on a bed so he could check him for indications of a hernia, then pulling down his underwear and fondling Michaels cock and balls. The teacher then told him that he needed to get an erection and not to be embarrassed so that he could do the test properly. He admitted that his "wiener" got big as his teacher rubbed it and felt his testicles. He says it last only a few minutes and his teacher told him to get dressed. There is no doubt in my mind that the teacher was a fellow boy lover. When I asked him if he had an orgasm and squirted, he was puzzled not knowing what I meant. Obviously, he'd never had an orgasm! That was about to change.I wanted more than that teacher was satisfied with! His cock was made to be sucked and sucked good! I gave him a quick sex ed course. He already knew how babies were made so it made it easier telling him about orgasm and what it was, sperm, and how nice it felt when a guy had one. His cock began to get hard as I fondled him. I started lightly stroking him to full erection. Four, maybe 4 1/2 inches, meaty and thicker. I resisted the urge to suck him off right there and then. I sensed his embarrassment standing in front of me with his cock all big. I drew his attention back to my own hard cock telling him it was okay, guy's often got erections together and did what I was doing to him because it felt nice. I told him a white lie, that even hockey players did it! And other stuff! Hey, there's got to be gay hockey players somewhere, so it wasn't a real blatant lie! I told him we should get dressed and go up to my place and I'd show him more. Hanging on my apartment door knob was a plastic bag containing sweat pants, T shirt and socks. Edith had realized that he'd need a dry change of clothes. Aren't grandma's great? They think of everything! He wouldn't be needing them any time soon , though! I don't think my erection ever subsided on the trip upstairs. I led him into my bedroom and stripped myself naked, then him. I had him feel the hardness of my cock telling him that it was big and hard because of seeing him naked. I asked him if he liked it, he nodded his head and said "it's big!" I laid him on my bed, getting between his thighs and commenced fondling him. I tongue bathed his balls first, then sucked them into my mouth. They tasted every bit as good as they looked. We hadn't showered as I normally do after a sauna. His smell was invigorating. It didn't take much to stimulate his into a re-newed erection which I took in my mouth to it's base. He was startled for a moment as I told him to relax and enjoy it. I was bound and determined to bring him to orgasm and didn't care how long it took. The boy had to be capable of cumming! I worked a lubricated finger inside him. If he was startled before, he was in total shock at that! Again, I re-assured him, telling him to relax. I definitely felt him tense up when I hit his "joy button." I licked, sucked and masturbated him for close to an hour. My jaw ached. I asked him several times if what I was doing felt nice, he concurred it did! Then it happened. He said he had to pee. I told him to relax and let it go, it wasn't pee. It was what I told him about earlier. Suddenly, his body stiffened, his cock started pulsing and I tasted his virgin nectar! I was selfish and should have let him witness his first cum. That is important to a boy. Kind of a coming of age rite. It wasn't a lot, maybe a half tea spoon, three or four ejaculates, but it was tasty! After I sucked his cock to the very last drop, I crawled up his frame and hugged him, kissing him on the nose, then explained what he just experienced. I made a big deal out of it, telling him he was a young man now! He could make babies! I high fived him a few times, he was caught up in my enthusiasm, proud as proud could be, asking me if i'd do it again. I didn't have to ask if he enjoyed it after that statement! I promised him an encore later, between periods of the hockey game. I knew the next time wouldn't take as long getting him off. He'd be much more relaxed and comfortable with it. But now it was my turn. I rolled off him and onto my back telling him it was his turn to make me feel nice. He didn't hesitate for a second, getting between my legs and giving my genitals a thorough examination. He played a finger over my piss slit inquiring amount the vast amount of precum. I am a heavy secretor, especially when I'm extremely turned on like I was then! After I brief explanation, I encouraged him to squeeze my cock resulting in gobs more oozing out and down my cock head pooling at his grasping fingers. He didn't need to be told what to do. He began licking it up, telling me it tasted okay, then sucked my crown into his warm mouth. I knew I was going to bust a nut pretty quick and wanted at least a partial blow job. I placed a hand on his head and with the slightest pressure he got the message and took more cock into his mouth. With just a single caution about teeth, he was mimicking what I had done him. A quick learner, maybe not in school, but in cock sucking 101, he earned an A! The angelic sight adorned before me was erotic but when he forced his eyeballs up to see me and gave me half assed, mouth full of cock smile, I lost it! He certainly wasn't expecting it. Probably thinking that it would take more time like it did him. He didn't choke as I was expecting, instead he maintained his suction allowing his mouth to capture what wasn't spilling out the sides. I honestly had to stop him once I was drained. A lot of guy's have a sensitive cock when they ejaculate, fortunately, I don't. He pulled off me and hesitated, pondering how he was going to dispose of the contents in his mouth. I recommended that he swallow it or simply spit it out on me if he didn't like it. Much to my perverted satisfaction, he opted to swallow. There's something about a boy eating cum, so many spit it out at first opportunity or pull off your cock when they first reallize you're cumming!