Date: Sat, 7 Feb 2015 21:47:49 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: The Mysterious Dragon boy I a repost This story was initially posted in 2006. It's one of my favorites so I am electing to re-post it with. I have made a few modifications and added some new scenes. For those of you who remember the story I hope you find this re-post as satisfying at the original. ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ I actually dreamed about this exact boy, in this exact setting the other night. It was so powerful that I got up at 4:30 in the morning and began writing this story. It seemed to take on a life its own which has caused me to wonder just where that all comes from. Since it's a little out of my general range of writing, I'll look forward to hearing from some of my regular readers to see how you like it. As always, N-joi Hugs Tag M ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Although it seemed like I was out in the middle of nowhere I really wasn't. It was just that the weather that gave off that impression. I had heard about the shop where I was headed from a sales clerk at a store I frequent in my quest for dragon things. I collect them, dragons that is, and while it isn't a preoccupation it is sort of a hobby. Honestly it's probably more than a hobby. The shop was located in what had probably been a large grocery store, like a Safeway or some thing like that, at one time. The building was one of those places where the original business and gone out of business, the building probably sat empty for a dozen or more years then someone got the bright idea to divide it up into little sections and lease them out to people who wanted their own little cottage business. Kind of like those frickin antique malls that seem to litter small towns all over the country, a hundred and ten individual little shops, cubicles really, where people hock everything from broken records and tacky fake floral arrangements to actual antiques. The owners rent the space, tag their stuff with a stall number and price, then the customers take it to the front desk to pay for it, allowing the owners of each little stall to go about their day to day business, which was usually a regular job somewhere else. So I somehow managed to find the place despite the driving rain which been coming down like a double cunted cow pissing on a flat rock all morning. Given that it was no wonder that I almost missed it. The large parking lot had maybe three cars in it and the few windows at the front of the building seemed dark, as in, nobody home. Of course the half dozen slots closest to the door were all marked blue in accordance with ADA laws so I had to park seventy five feet away. By the time my mad dash got me to the front door my hair was dripping in my face, my t-shirt was soaked and my board shorts weren't far behind. Inside, I went to the check out area where an old woman with blue hair was doing some mindless task and inquired about the dragon place. She pointed a bony finger and in a dry crackly voice said, "All the way to the back and up the stairs. Don't know if anyone's in though, they come and go through the back door." I wound my way through the little cluster of little stalls wondering if people actually bought some of that shit, knowing that someone did so then wondering more about what kind of person would put that stuff in their home. As I got to the back of the building I could see a row of large mirrored windows up close to the ceiling, the sort of thing stores used to house administrative offices as well as to intimidate people out of shoplifting. I found the stairs easily enough and tromped on up, water still dripping from me and tried the door at the top only to find it locked. Disappointed I retrieved my hand and was going to turn away when I heard what sounded like an electronic click. I tried the door handle again and found that it turned so opened the door and walked into an experience that would shake me to the core and alter a great many of my beliefs and perceptions about things and life in general. The room that I entered became obvious that indeed, it had been the offices of the original occupants of the building. There was a service counter immediately inside the door and to the right, the windows behind it looking out on the expanse below, a veritable cluster fuck of junk. There was not another soul in sight. There wasn't a soul in sight up there either. I allowed my eyes to gaze around; first at the various racks of clothes that covered most of the floor space and then to the walls that were also covered with all manner of clothing hanging from hangers or otherwise attached to the wall. There didn't appear to be much wasted space "Dude, you're soaked," a somewhat high and melodic voice said. I turned to see a boy standing there who must have been bent down behind the counter when I came in. Anywhere from twelve to fourteen years old, he was possibly one of the most beautiful creatures I'd ever seen. I got the distinct impression that he had probably been pale at some point in time but right then he was more of a bronze tone, that golden color that only blondes or other pale skinned people get from spending a lot of time in the tropical sun. His hair, although bone dry, was the color of damp sand, a little long with the top combed to the side. It reminded me very much of a young Brian Wilson on one of the early Beach Boy album covers. His face was totally smooth and blemish free, crystal white teeth behind perfect lips an almost blinding contrast to a face that appeared to be a classic oval. Framed by thick sun bleached brows and the longest, fullest lashes I'd ever seen on a boy, his large eyes were the most stunning green color I had ever seen, so green that they seemed unnatural. I was tempted to ask if he was wearing contacts, but resisted. "Here," he said as he started out from behind his mid waist barricade that separated us and handing me a towel as he moved. I noticed that he appeared to be about nose height to me as I began drying my hair off while he talked. "You can take your shirt and board shorts off and hang em in the back room. I got a heater going in there to dry my clothes too," he said. I wasn't sure that I heard him correctly so asked him what he'd said. "Your clothes brah, they're soaked. You can dry em in the back room. If you want to." I then noticed that the boy was wandering around in boxers, the plain white wife beater style undershirt he had on just long enough to cover the essentials. Damn my bad luck. "What about customers, what if someone comes in?" I asked him. He rose up on tiptoes and stretched out his body as though to peer out of the windows on the other side of the counter then dropped back flat on his feet. "Well, I don't that think we have to worry too much about that," he said in a voice expressing confidence in his statement. He then padded over to the door and turned the deadbolt. "There, problem solved. Now give me your shirt and shorts and I'll hang em to dry." "Are you serious?' I asked and the boy smiled, probably because of the look of incredulity on my face. "Sure, why not. It's just two guys here. What, you no lahk me see you in you BBD's?" he said, his voice and tone lapsing into the rapid speech of full on pidgin. What could I do but laugh. "Serious man, come on." He turned and walked away, clearly expecting me to follow him, and I admired what little I could see of his slender little butt pushing out slightly under the t-shirt. I followed him through the maze of clothing racks to a room that was large enough to hold a beat up sofa, small fridge, sink and counter, clearly a staff lunch room in a former life, and all of which looked as though they were manufactured in the nineteen fifties or sixties. In front of the counter a small, old fashioned forced air heater sat facing the counter where a similar undershirt and faded pair of cut off jeans were draped, the hanging material moving slightly from the heater's air flow. "Just hang em from the counter top," he said then stood with his arms crossed, waiting for me. I was more than a little wary and except for three things I would have declined but the facts were these: I was soaked and more than a little chilled; the door was locked so there was no obvious danger of anyone coming in, and I dearly loved teenage boys, especially young teenage boys and cute ones at that. This boy filled the bill entirely. "You're sure about this?" I asked him and he nodded his head, flashing me his sparkling teeth. "Oh yes, I'm sure." I set the towel down and peeled the wet t-shirt off my skin and the boy all but gasped. "Brah," he exclaimed with awe. "Nice ink. Who poked em?" As I said, I collect dragons and that included tattoos. I have a set of them; the heads starting above each nipple with the bodies stretching up over my shoulders and spread across my upper back. My dragons are the European style and not the Chinese variety which for me tend to look too comical sometimes. Mine were fierce dragons, one in red tones and the other in blue, with angry expressions on their faces and flames coming from their wide open fang filled mouths. The boy walked behind me to see where the ink went and I felt his light touch as he ran his fingers over my damp flesh as if to make sure they weren't three dimensional. "Brah doze are so cool brah, dey killah tats." It amazed me how easily the boy slipped back and forth between good grammatical English and pidgin, the local dialect of the islands. "You really are into dragons," he said as he came back around to face me. Take your board shorts off," he commanded as he took my t-shirt and wrung it out over the sink then draped it along side his things on the counter. He turned back to face me and watched as I shoved my wet board shorts to the floor and stepped out of them then went about drying my upper body. He placed my shorts along side everything else then turned back and looked me over like a drill sergeant doing an inspection. I was wearing dark blue boxer briefs, the damp cotton fabric hanging loosely on my body. "You should take those off too man," he said casually, but his look was essentially saying "how could you possibly wear those". "What am I suppose to wear if I do that?" I asked him. "Brah," he said looking at me like I was the village idiot, "look around, you're in a fricking clothing shop. I think we can find something you can wear, or you can just wrap a towel around you until your underwear dries. Where did you get those?" he asked changing the subject and nodding at my briefs, "I never seen those before. Are they comfortable?" I nodded my head while thinking, "The boy had a point, after all." I couldn't imagine walking out of the place without buying something. But I decided to test the limits a little bit anyhow. Wrapping the towel around my narrow waist and reaching up underneath to tug my briefs off I asked, "I don't suppose you have any dragon underwear in here?" He gave me an "are you kidding me" look. The kid was a bit of a wise ass but not obnoxious about it. I liked that. He hiked his t-shirt up to his nipples. The boxers he was wearing were yellow and covered with a red pattern that I could then see were small dragons in a sort of curled position, their bodies wrapped around so that their tails almost met their heads. Along with the pattern I noticed a bit of a bulge in just the right place then glanced at his belly in the process. What I saw was as tanned as the rest of him, his tummy totally flat and somewhat muscled for a boy his age. "Interested?" he asked, looking at me with what I thought was a rather coy smile. I could play that one. "Very," I said, my eyes lingering a bit at the spot where his cock head pushed the fabric out. I say cock head because I thought I could barely make out the ridge of it against the yellow back ground. Too, that may have been wishful thinking on my part. "Follow me," he said, dropping his shirt back into place and brushing past me, heading out the door. "What size?" he asked over his shoulder. I had a thirty one inch waist, not much different from when I was close to the boy's age. I was a slender, not skinny, five foot seven and at twenty five still passed for seventeen sometimes. Like the boy I was a dark blonde and my blemish free face was devoid of hair as well. Oh sure, I had to shave but if I went for three or four days without it there wasn't enough difference to brag about. The boy rummaged around through one of the circular racks then pulled out a pair of briefs and when I say brief, I mean brief. They weren't your standard tighty whities but were the French variety with no fly and a somewhat high cut. They were a burgundy sort of red with about three larger multi colored dragons in the fabric. "Here, try these on." I liked the garment right away but wasn't quite sure I wanted to test drive them in front of the boy. "Ya got any boxers?' I asked him. He shook his head. "Not in your size." I paused and he picked right up on that. "So, do you want to try them or not? It's all I got." The boy was a little huckster that was for sure. He knew that it was almost impossible for me to turn down the opportunity for what had to be a somewhat unusual pair of skivvies. I reached out and took the underwear and looked them over as if deciding. "Here, if it will make you feel more comfortable." And with that he peeled his t-shirt off revealing that the chain I had noticed around his neck held a St Christopher's medal. "There, now we're even; sort of." I took a moment to admire his body. Like I said, he was well tanned, and well muscled, not a lick of fat anywhere. His upper torso matched the lower, his pecs well defined by his breast bone, the crease running all the way to his navel, and the crease underneath them enhancing the overall look. I held up the briefs in my hand, looked at them, then at his boxers, then the briefs and then his face. "I wouldn't exactly call this even," I commented. Now, get this. I wasn't expecting him to do anything about that, I was only stalling for time. I really did want the underwear but I really was a little self conscious about running around in public, as it were, in them. The boy rolled his eyes in mock frustration told me to wait where I was standing then went to the front of the store and behind the counter. I watched as he ducked down, fiddled around a little bit then stood back up and returned to where I was. The boy had changed into a pair of briefs that were identical to the ones in my hand, only smaller and his appeared to be a size smaller than he should have been wearing. The waistband was at least five inches below his flat belly button and tugged downward in the front, giving me a super view of where his lower belly melted into his pubic bone in a beautiful classic V shape. His boyhood pride and joy bulged, pushing against the cotton fabric, his cock laid to the side toward his hip. His cock was all but visible, the circumcised head now very clearly outlined, giving the impression that he seemed to be well enough endowed for his age and size. His balls pouched out below the shaft, the fabric tight enough that I could make out each individual sperm maker. "This make you feel better?" he asked, his arms out perpendicular to his fantastic slender body. My answer was to bend down and pull the underwear on up underneath the towel, which in itself wasn't all that big. The boy simple watched with feigned indifference, a couturier waiting for his customer to get clothed. Once in place I tugged the towel off and the boy's expression went from indifference to interested in a nanosecond. He walked around me, looking at my butt then put his fingers in the waistband and adjusted slightly before coming back around to face me. He dropped to his knees so that he was looking directly at where my cock was, then slipped his fingers inside the waistband of both legs, his fingertips gently touching my balls, and then pulled the fabric down slightly, seeming to give my nuts a little more room to breathe. "Keep that up and you're gonna give me a woody," I told him. He looked at me strangely, as though he didn't understand what I was saying. "A boner," I added for clarification. He smiled then stood up and looked me in the eye and said, "And that would be a bad thing? So how do they feel?" They felt snug is what they felt. I sport seven and three quarter inches of fairly thick circumcised cock and it was straining against the fabric. "A little snug," I told him. "They look snug, about like mine," he said, cupping his own genitals. "But you wear them nicely," he said with a smile, "Very nicely. They do loosen up a bit though. Well," he added with a leer, "as long as that snake in there doesn't grow any." I couldn't believe this kid and was beginning to wonder if the whole thing was going to lead to something and that wonderment caused my cock to start to thicken. "What other dragon things you got?" I asked in an attempt to distract both the god like child in front of me as well as my lecherous thoughts. "Well let's see," he said turning to around the shop and giving me my first glance at his butt and since his briefs were very high cut, and the back very narrow, I saw a great deal of his flesh. My god what a butt that boy had. The twin orbs moved out and away from the small of his back, giving way to two globes that appeared firm under the thin fabric of his underwear. They were low enough on him that an inch of his crack was visible at the waistline and the very small of his back had a very light smattering of fine golden hairs. I wanted to bend him over and eat him right then and there. So far the boy was a perfect ten and I felt my cock start to thicken as I watched him. "Do you want clothes and if so what kind? Or do you want like, statues, calendars, pictures, and stuff like that?" He turned to look at me and I couldn't help but glance down at the bulge of his underwear. "Up here," he said with a smile and pointing to his head, "stay focused." I must have blushed because he giggled a little bit. I told him t-shirts for sure maybe a couple of button down Aloha type of shirts then we'd go from there. I should point out that everything in the store wasn't related to dragons, there were plenty of other designs, logos and such. It was just that he had a great deal more dragon styled items than any place else I'd seen on the island. During the Chinese year of the dragon a few years before, there had been a glut of shirts and things on the market but not so much anymore. Dragon shirts were getting more and more difficult to find. I had taken to wearing dragon shirts for work about three years before and it got to expected by the kids I worked with so that was about all I'd wear and the amount of t-shirts that I had left that I could work in was getting slimmer. The boy's store, I called it his although common sense told me it wasn't really HIS, had an interesting collection of designs that I hadn't seen before. I picked out eight or nine t-shirts as we roamed from rack to rack and when I was done he walked toward the counter. I got to watch his slender little but move as walked away from me and again was taken in by how fucking cute the kid was. He laid the shirts on the counter then came back, and for a brief, no pun intended, moment I got another glimpse at the bulge at the front of his briefs. Whew! We looked around and I found four button shirts that I liked, a couple of them by Hina Hina and quite possibly collectible some day. One of the shirts, sporting a tag that said Kalala and that I was really taken with was a white silk with a lot of swirls and things done in a light grey to simulate clouds. There were long dragons throughout the design that were done in varying shades of grey, some that was almost black, to give depth and definition. But the thing that really made it stand out was that the dragon's ridged back and its eyes were done in red, just subtle enough to give a light contrast. The boy found it on a rack that I'd looked at, rather cursorily I admit, but I had somehow missed that shirt. We hauled the button down shirts over and laid them on the counter along with my other stuff and once again I got to follow that cute little butt. I was getting used to wandering around in a pair of tight fitting briefs with a cute young teen undressed the same way. "Now what," he said, turning to face me and glancing at the bulge in my underwear as I approached him. "Up here," I said, mimicking his little speech from fifteen minutes before. "Why," he asked, stepping up close to me. "You got a great body and this," the boy said as he cupped my balls, allowing his palm and thumb to rest against my softened cock, "looks very nice." He held me for a good five seconds, moving his fingers and gently rubbing his palm against me and needless to say my body reacted immediately. He removed his hand and stepped back one step. "Sooo is there something else here that you'd like, something perhaps you'd like to see?" The boy's meaning was very clear. Not worrying about his wanting me to "keep focused" I looked down at his crotch. That he was becoming erect was also very clear. I noticed that his cock was pretty much underneath the body of one of the dragons printed on his briefs giving the impression that the dragon was three dimensional. "I think I'd like to pet your dragon," I said in a soft voice, then closed the gap between us and laid my hand against his cock, much as he had done to me, letting my finger wrap against the bulge that were his balls. He closed his eyes and moaned softly as I caressed his boyhood charms and I could feel him go to full on teenage boy hard. I fondled the boy a little longer than he had fondled me before I stepped back. He opened his eyes and looked at my crotch. "Your dragon seems to be drooling," he said nodding at my crotch and I followed his gaze. My cock had stretched out to almost its full length and amazingly the head of the dragon was situated so that my leaking precum had darkened the fabric of my underwear just below the dragon's mouth. "I don't seem to be the only one," I commented. He didn't even bother to look down. "What should we do about it?" I asked him. "Do you think that dragon drool will stain the fabric? I wouldn't want my new BBD's ruined." "I don't know," he replied thoughtfully, "but I would think that a bigger worry for you would be that your dragon would rip open your new BBD's. I think they may be too small to contain such a monster." I had to admit that I was feeling cramped, very cramped actually. "Perhaps we should free him." The boy said and stepped up to me. Maintaining eye contact with me, he slipped his fingers in to the waistband of the briefs and pulled it out and away from my body before moving downward and thus freeing my stone hard cock. Only then did he look down and when he saw me he gasped. "My God you're huge," he whispered. He pushed the fabric below my balls then grasped onto my cock and squeezed gently up and down the shaft as though he were a blind boy gauging its size. "Are you sure this is safe?" I asked as the beautiful young teen fondled me. He nodded his head. "My sister is on Maui and won't be back until one at the earliest and besides, in this weather no one will be out shopping." The sound of the rain hammering down on the metal roof lent credence to the fact that it was still pouring outside. "Besides, no one has a key but my sister." We are quite safe," he said, quietly assuring me. With that statement said I bend down, pulling my cock from his hand, and scooped him up in my arms causing him to giggle and throw his arms around my neck in reflex. Without a word I laid him gently on the counter which came about to my waist and thus placing him in a perfect position for me. Looking down on his cock barely, concealed in his underwear I felt my heart surge. I put my hand over the bulge and squeezed him, feeling the rigidity of him. I allowed my other hand to gently rub his tautly muscled belly, moving up to his chest and a nipple. "God you're so beautiful," I whispered to him. "I want to do so many things with you." "I was hoping yourwould," he whispered back. I leaned my head down toward his. The boy knew what was coming and didn't make any move to turn his head. He kept his eyes open until just before our lips met then closed them. I kissed him tenderly, savoring the feel of his soft lips, detecting a slight sweetness on his breath. My hand moved down to his balls and I cupped them before slipping a couple of fingers inside the leg and touching the soft skin of his boy bag. He moaned and kissed me harder, putting his arms around my neck while he pushed his hips upward to meet the pressure of my hand. I needed the boy to be naked. I needed to see his firm young body in its natural state, to feast on all that made him boy. I broke the kiss and moved both hands to the waistband of his underwear. As I started to pull the fabric down the boy lifted his slender little butt off the counter to help facilitate his being naked. I slipped the cloth down under his delicious little butt before lifting the fabric in the front and pulling down to reveal the boy god to me for the first time. It was my turn to gasp. That which had been hidden from me thus far proved to be as beautiful and perfect as the rest of him. His rock hard young cock stood proudly at attention, its head raised off of his belly and pointing toward his chin. He owned a healthy five, maybe five and a half inches of boy cock with a nice even girth, pale blue veins running the length of his shaft. He had a very small patch of dark brown hair at the base of his pride and joy, clearly indicating that he hadn't had hair for very long, five or six months at the most. His balls hung gently between smooth golden thighs, one slightly below the other in a totally hair free bag that was shot through with tiny purple blood vesicles. The weight of his sperm makers caused the skin at the bottom where the eggs were held to be smooth, whereas the top still had all its folds and wrinkles where the sac began its hang from the base of his cock. There was nothing that I didn't want to do to this beautiful young boy and nothing that I wouldn't do for him. With my hand still on his cock I moved back up toward his face. "What would you like me to do?" I asked him quietly after another tender kiss. He reached over and grasped onto my cock and stroked me, his eyes watching where his hand moved. "I want to try everything," he said, looking at me while he manipulated my cock. I nodded my head and turned my body so that my mouth could reach his cock and he could still work on mine. I leaned down and licked at the underside of his cock head, washing the sensitive flesh with my tongue. I drew in the odor of him, the fragrance of a young teenage boy; a combination of that morning's soap, a slight sweat and the sweet smell of a healthy, maturing young boy, an intoxicating fragrance to say the least. My hand moved the shaft upright and I took him into my mouth and held him there while my tongue explored the silky head of his cock, lapping up the precum that was leaking from the tip. "Ooohhhhh," the boy moaned as, first I worked the head over then slid my lips down the shaft until my nose poked his little pubic nest. His grip tightened on my cock as I suckled him, his breathing became more rapid and I knew that it was unlikely that he would last very long at all. My mouth was the top end of the shaft when it happened, the moan, the thrust of his hips and the thickening of his cock. I quickly took my mouth away and managed one stroke before a dribble of watery white liquid popped out of the slit and landed just above his little belly button. His cock pulsed in my hand again and this time a stream shot out and splattered the crook of his neck, leaving a three inch streak heading toward his nipple. He managed about three solid jets of cum, his cock head oozing little globs of the stuff between the squirts and then oozing was all that it did. The warm white slime ran down across my fingers and dripped onto his still heaving belly and making a small puddle of gooey, boy goodness. I was pretty surprised at the amount of liquid the boy produced and his cum shot was fantastic. I took my hand away and licked some of his sperm from my fingers, reveling in the almost sweet taste of young teenage boy nectar. Through it all his hand remained tightly wrapped around my cock, moving slowly on the shaft. I watched his face as he slowly returned to normal then opened his eyes. "That was downright cool," he said, "But now I want to do you, I want to make you squirt out." He indicated that he wanted to sit up so I stepped back, taking my hard cock away from him. Once up he slipped off the other side of the counter and ducked down behind it, returning with a rag that he was using to clean his cum off. Done, he handed me the rag, a small hand towel, then came back around to my side of the counter. "What should I do to make you cum too?" he asked. I asked him what he would like to do and as an answer he took hold of my cock and dropped to his knees, pulled the shaft down to his lips and cleaned me off with his tongue, much as I had done to him. Once that task was completed he took me into his mouth and sucked, bobbing back and forth on the head and about an inch or so of the shaft. I created a mouthful for the boy but he took to with enthusiasm, the soft mewing sounds coming from his throat an indication to me that his enthusiasm was genuine. The adorable, beautiful boy child stroked me as he suckled and since I was pretty much a celibate, that is, sexual encounters were few and far between, I knew that I too would probably cum pretty fast. I ran my fingers through his hair while he licked and slurped up and down my cock, taking little breaks from sucking to do so. I felt a rather large lump just behind one ear, the kind that you get when you get whacked in the head by something hard. But the boy was so cute; I was so hot, and horny that I paid it no mind after that, besides, my touching it didn't seem to bother him. About three minutes of the beautiful young god sucking me was all it took before I felt the familiar tingling, the warning signs, in my belly and in my balls. "I'm gonna cum pretty soon," I whispered to him which seems to give the boy renewed energy. He sucked harder and stroked faster. I was looking down at him, watching those perfect, sweet lips as they massaged the skin of my cock and when he looked up at me I lost it. My orgasm hit with the force of a tsunami. I barely felt it coming before it was already there. "Oh God," was about all I got out before my balls began unloading what felt like a record breaking amount of sperm. The boy tried to swallow it all but it wasn't working. I have to say that when I cum, I don't mess around about it; I make a fair amount of the stuff. In this case I made too much, it came to fast and I guessed that he was inexperienced, although the degree to which he suckled me belied that. My cum began leaking out the sides of his mouth and running down his chin but it didn't stop him; he kept on until there was nothing left. I felt weak in the knees and placed a hand on the counter top to help support myself while down below, the boy continued to suckle and milk me. The after sperm sensitivity started in, the tickling on my cock head too much and I pulled away from him then watched as he stood up, a smile on his beautiful face. Fuck it was hot seeing that drop dead cute boy with my sperm on his face. I took the hand towel and gently wiped him clean, the boy raising his head for me and waiting patiently until I was finished. When that chore was finished I leaned down and kissed him and he pressed his lips against mine in return. I was a little surprised when his tongue pushed against my flesh but opened my mouth to receive him. What started as a simple affectionate kiss turned into an open mouthed tongue battling affair that was a clear indication that the boy wasn't finished, not by a long shot. "Now what," he asked after finally breaking away from me. His hand sought out and found my cock, still hard, and began slowly stroking it. Not to be out done I did the same and discovered that he too was still hard as stone but that didn't surprise me none as young teenage boys are known for their ability to recuperate quite rapidly. "I can think of a lot of things," I told him, reveling in the feel of his youthful hardness. "Well," he said slowly, drawing the word out, "do you think your dragon will fit in my cave?" he asked coyly, squeezing my cock for emphasis, as though I needed any further clues to his meaning. I felt my heart skip a beat and my cock throb at the thought of having my cock buried deeply into this boy's incredible body. By the same token I was thinking about how it would feel having his cock shoved up my ass. I had never really bottomed much, having always had alternating feelings about it; hot for it once time and not so hot the next. It was a sort of hit and miss thing for me. At that time, with that boy, I was very hot for it. "I was thinking sort of the same thing, wondering how you might like to put yours in me." He smiled; that big grin that showed off his crystal white perfectly straight teeth and said he'd like to do that too. I glanced at wall clock that was hanging above the window, wondering how I'd missed it before especially since it had a dragon motif, and saw that it was almost eleven thirty. The boy followed my gaze and smiled. "We got plenny time fo' one, eh? You come back heah nex' week fo' da uddah one." I laughed at his thick pidgin accent and said that would have to do then and asked who would go first. He said that it would probably take time for him to adjust to getting my big cock inside his butt. "No one has done that to me before so I think we should start earlier," he said, raising his head up for more kisses, which I was more than happy to acquiesce to. "Come," he said, taking my hand and leading me through the clothing racks to the back room. We went to the sofa and, once I was seated, the boy was straddling my lap, his arms around my neck, kissing me with a fierceness that took me by surprise. I ran my hands up and down his smooth back, feeling the muscle of a growing boy, then down onto the incredible firm globes of his butt. I kneaded the flesh, pulled the cheeks open as I did so and seeming to cause the boy to get even hotter. Keeping one hand on his butt, I moved the other to his front and took hold of his raging young cock, alternately stroking and squeezing it. "I'm going to cum really fast again if you don't stop that," he said, whispering into my air, his hot breath causing me to break out in goose bumps. "Then you better get your cock inside of me," I responded. He moved off of me and stood up then went to a battered old backpack sitting in a corner. I hadn't seen it there before but then I wasn't looking at the décor when I was in the room before, I was concentrating on the child god that had been and was, gracing my presence. He opened a zipper and pulled out a little tube and wandered over to me. I saw that it was KY jelly and was a little surprised at that. With so many other things on the market I wondered that a young teenage boy would have such a thing in his possession and figured that he'd managed to snag it from home, or stole it from a local drug store. As he approached me, his rock hard cock sticking almost straight up in the air, I wondered how we were going to do this. I was very disinclined to have him mount me from behind. I wanted to watch his beautiful young face as he fucked me, watch the play of emotion as he lost his virginity inside of me. I only assumed that he was a virgin, or perhaps it was part of my fantasy, I don't know. I just knew that he had to be facing me while he fucked me. The boy squeezed some gel into his hand then applied it to his throbbing cock, smearing the head and shaft, his eyes glazing over at the feelings that must have been roaring through his body. "Slide around so that your butt is resting on the arm of the sofa," he said. I noticed then, as he stood at the end of the sofa, that the arm would be the perfect height for the boy to fuck me. I reached to my other side and grabbed a back cushion then placed it so that it would support my upper back then swung my body around. With a little maneuvering I got into position, one leg resting against the wall behind the sofa and the other one pulled back and thus exposing my asshole to the boy, and anyone else who had been present to see. He squirted some gel onto his middle finger then smeared it all around my hole before slipping the finger inside of me. I let myself relax as the boy slid his finger in and out of me, his other hand slowly stroking his cock. I was getting hot really fast and it wasn't because of his manipulation of my asshole and subsequently my prostate. It was the whole scene; watching his smooth beautiful face as he kept his eyes on what he was doing; It was watching him in a most intimate act, that of loving himself; it was looking at that most desirable part of his body, his rock hard cock, smooth flat belly, small nest of pubic fuzz, his balls as they rose and fell with his stroking. "Go ahead," I finally whispered, "put it in me; put your cock in me before I cum." "He smiled at me then gently slipped his finger out of me then stood in close, holding his cock down with his fingers. I reached under the leg that I was holding back with muscle power and pulled my butt cheek open in an effort to help the boy. I felt the tip of his cock head touch my flesh, the pressure against my hole and then the pain as he slipped past the tight ring of muscle. "Oh fuck, hold on," I gasped and he did as I asked. "Are you okay, do you want me to take it out?" he asked, concern etched on his young bronzed face. I shook my head. "No, it's okay. It just takes a second to get used to it is all. He smiled at me then put his hand under the leg that I was holding back. "Here," he said as he placed his hand behind my knee, "This should help you a little bit." It did and so we stayed like that for a minute or so until I adjusted to him. I finally felt like I could continue so told him to go ahead. He kept his sparkling green glued to the area where our bodies met and watched intently as he slipped all of his cock inside of me until his pubic hair touched my ass. Once all the way in, he wiggled his tiny butt a little bit then started the process; sliding about half way out of me before returning to the warm folds of my insides. A look of rapture came over his face as he picked up a rhythm, his hips moving in and out as he fucked me. I was so totally in a fog of hotness that I couldn't believe it was really happening to me. It almost had a surrealistic feel to it, the beauty of the boy, the situation I was in, of being fucked and loving every thrust of it. "Oh gosh, oh gosh," he moaned, "I don't think I can last very long, oh gosh this feels so good." He began driving into me, fucking me harder, slamming his pelvic bone into my butt. I could feel his smooth young balls whacking against me and knew that I too was going to cum soon. I reached down and took hold of my cock and began stroking it and apparently I was just in time. "Ooooooohhh," he groaned out in a low almost animalistic growl. I felt him thicken against my sphincter muscle then actually felt his cum as it unloaded inside my ass. My own orgasm was right behind his and I began shooting streams of sperm out onto my chest and belly. Until that day I had never in my life experienced so intense of an orgasm. The boy kept driving into me, stopping for a second to move his little ass in circles and push as far into me as he could before resuming his fucking. My asshole constricting on his cock must have had some sort of effect because he all but screamed out, "It's happening again," and his eyes rolled to the back of his head before he looked down at his cock almost in disbelief. He kept up his motion, sliding in and out of me but finally began to slow down then eventually stopped. My orgasm had subsided as well, my cock head oozing out the remnants of my sperming. We were both breathing as though we'd run a marathon and so were quiet for at least two minutes before he spoke. "That was so incredible," he said. "Oh man I never felt anything like that before in my life. Did I do good; was it fun for you too?" I nodded my head. "Oh yes. It was the best, I'm not kidding." He rubbed his fingers in my cum then tasted it just as I had tasted his. "You make so much of sperms, I can't believe it. I wonder if I'll ever make that much of the stuff." I assured him that he would but the expression on his face projected an inner feeling of doubt. His cock finally softened and he squished out of me, causing us both to moan at the loss. He stepped away from me, telling me to wait, went to the counter and grabbed another hand towel and returned then very gently cleaned my already cooling sperm from my torso. He then went between my legs and with equal gentleness cleaned the entire area around my hole. When he was finished I swung around and sat up and the boy was in my lap in a flash, his arms around my neck and his lips pressed into mine and his tongue seeking my tongue for more play time. "You must hurry now. My sister will be returning soon," he said as soon as he broke off the kiss. He left my lap then extended his hand for me and sort of helped me up off the sofa. My clothes were fully dried and I put them on, all but my underwear. I elected to wear the dragon briefs. As I put my other clothes on however, I was amazed that they had retained their softness and pliability, as though they had come out of a dryer, or had never been wet to begin with. The boy meanwhile left the room, heading back to the front of the store and I watched with longing as his naked little butt disappeared through the jungle of clothing. I joined the boy there a few minutes later and as I approached the counter I glanced up at the wall clock and noticed that it was now twelve forty five. I couldn't believe that we had spent that much time in the back room. The boy handed me a large white plastic shopping bag, telling me how much I owed him. I happily paid the price, much lower by far that I would have anticipated or would have paid almost anywhere else but the swap meet and possible even lower than that. I was going to put the silk shirt in the bag but the boy insisted that I wear it out of the shop. "But remember to hang the white silk shirt as soon as you get home and keep it under a plastic cover whenever you aren't wearing it." I thanked him and he in turn thanked me. He came around the corner and gave me a huge kiss and said, "You come bac nex' week same time eh? Den you gun fuck me ya?" I nodded my head, a little mesmerized by the boy and said that I wouldn't miss it for the world. With that I left. I was half way down the stairs when I realized that we hadn't even exchanged names. I'd spent almost two hours doing extremely intimate things with a young teen age boy, the most beautiful child I'd ever seen and didn't even know his name. I remember thinking about it a couple of times when we were together but I guessed that I was so caught up in the whole thing that I'd just spaced it out. I turned and went back up the stairs only to find that the door was locked. I hadn't even heard it click. I figured what the fuck, I'd see the boy in a week so turned and headed back down the stairs. As I walked down an aisle headed for the front of the store I turned for a last look hoping to see the little Adonis in the windows staring back at me with as much longing as I was feeling for him at that moment. Of course even if he was there I wouldn't have been able to see him because of the mirror image the windows produced. As I started to turn away I saw movement and focused on a set of large swinging doors against the wall under where the stairs were. A late middle aged woman had just come through them and was heading toward the stairs. I watched as she climbed them, a somewhat haggard look on her face, and at the top she fished around in her large purse and pulled out a set of keys and then went about the task of unlocking the door and disappearing inside. "Oh shit," I thought to myself, "is that the sister?" How could that be, this woman looked more like the boy's grandmother than a sister. Of course in Hawaii members of one's hanai family, people close to the family but not related by blood, often took on familial definitions like auntie, sister, uncle etc. so I went on my way without giving it another thought. I was concerned about going out in the rain with the shirt on, silk taking on water damage extremely easily. I was surprised to see that not only was it not raining, the sun seemed to be poking out.