Date: Tue, 2 Sep 2003 16:28:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Player Pt. III

So, I had to do a seminar thing for a couple of days that took place at a
hotel down on the strip and right on beach. Hotels can be a pretty great
place to hookup with boys, although they're generally tourists, not that
being a tourist affects things, except that often they're up for playing
cause they're away from home. Even if you don't snag one there's generally
plenty of boys of all ages to at least look at and admire and so often they
wear those skimpy little Speedos. Yummy.

While I prefer boys that have started puberty I tend to look at almost all
males of any age. Can't help it. That was how a drop dead cute young thing
about 10 or so caught my eye in the first place. I was sitting in a chair,
having stepped out to catch some air and he walked toward, then past me
going to a drinking fountain. Blonde hair, blue eyes, slender, as white as
the driven snow, his pale skin a contrast to the dark colored Speedos he
was wearing. I scanned him as he walked by and his eyes caught mine,
eliciting a smile from him as he passed. He had just gotten out of the pool
so his skin was dripping water and his trunks were plastered to his skin,
like his hair, revealing his boyhood lump. When he went past in the
opposite direction a second later I noticed his slim little ass and
speculated that the kid would be a definite looker when he got older.

He wandered about ten feet away to where an older lady was sitting in the
shade and spoke with her a moment while he toweled off. I figured she was a
gramma or an auntie since the age difference was too great to be the boy's
mother. He turned and headed my way again and our eyes made contact,
causing my senses to heighten slightly. As he came toward me, he looked
back over his shoulder toward the woman and was saying something to her,
seemingly not paying attention to where he was going and before I really
realized what was going to happen the cute young thing was in my lap. He
turned his body forward in time to land with his face not more than a foot
from mine, one hand flat on my crotch, although his body blocked it so no
one could see. He smiled hugely, clear white teeth and said,

"Ooops, sorry bout that." My free hand and reached out to help brace his
fall and was resting on his hip just at his swimsuit line, my thumb
actually onto his lower abs and pubic bone. He pushed himself up and away
from me using my shoulder and my crotch, as leverage and I would have sworn
that he flexed his fingers a few times as he did it. The little frickin
stud was copping a feel off me. I smile back at him and said,

"Hey, I don't mind." I headed into my seminar, looking back over my
shoulder to where he was and noticed him staring back at me then he waved
and I returned the gesture.  Like I said, I'm just not into boys his age
but the entire short episode left me wondering about the kid none-the-less.

About an hour later I was out during a break in the program and sitting off
in a small grotto area away from the maddening crowds when the blonde boy
came by again and ran into the restroom there. It was smaller and out of
the way so not frequently used except by the few guests who knew it was
there. The older woman was almost right behind the boy and stood at the
door a moment and called his name, not really loud enough to gain attention
from others but certainly for the boy to hear.

"Ty, you come out of there right now." Of course he didn't and she wasn't
about to go in. I decided to help. I walked over and whispered to her,
asking if I might help her out. She nodded her head and I motioned for her
to over by a pillar and said I get him out. I wandered inside and saw the
boy, standing in front of the sinks and mirrors just looking at himself.

He saw me and said "hey" and I said hey back and said,

"Say aren't you the little squirt that went into my lap a little while
ago." He smiled and nodded his pretty little head, the hair now dry and
sort of fluffy.

"Hiding out from gramma?" I asked. He said yes but that it was his aunt not
his gramma. "Aahhhh," I said knowingly as I headed for one of the two
urinals where I pulled up and unzipped, the boy right on my heels. I pulled
out my cock not bothering to hide or cover myself. I looked over at the boy
who was looking down at my cock as he pulled the whole front of his Speedos
down to reveal his own little cock and his balls.

"So why?" I asked him looking to his beautiful smooth face.

"Why what?" he answered back, alternating between my face and my hanging
seven inches of flesh which was slowly letting out a stream of liquid.

"Why are you hiding from your aunt?"  He said cause she was sort of a pain
in the ass who mothered him too much.

"We're here on a tour, she's with a bunch of other old people and I got to
come along. It's mostly really boring." He wasn't peeing but mostly playing
with his cock and the damn thing was getting hard, probly from his
ministrations as well as looking at my dick. That happens to boys
sometimes. I commented that he was gonna end up with a woody if he didn't
stop and he smile another big smile then said,

"I bet yours get huge when it's hard."

"Unhuh," I said as my stream slowed to a dribble. I took my time shaking it
off, the boy watching the whole time. As I stuffed it back in my jeans he
said

"I'd like to see it hard mister," then he looked around, saw we were still
alone and turned to face me. We were only about a foot and a half apart,
his Speedos down far enough so I had a clear view of his now rampant little
four-inch circumcised boner and his balls. "Meet me here later, meet me
here at eight thirty." I looked a little askance and him as he pulled his
suit back up. "Please, I want to see your cock again."

"Ok, I'll try, but no promises." His face split into a massive grin and he
actually hugged me. "But we have to go out now, okay?" I said. He nodded
his head and we went for the door, he going first with me on his tail. His
Aunt was right there and he reached out for the towel she was holding and
wrapped it around his waist. That I could understand since his little boy
bone would have been fairly obvious to anyone who gave him half a glance
and cute as he was I'm sure he got his share of glances.


"Thank you.." the aunt said and I filled in the blank for her.

"D, people call me D, its short for Derek," I said taking her offered hand.

She nodded and indicated the boy saying his name was Tyson but everyone
called him Ty.

I shook the Ty's hand then said, "Well I gotta get back to my seminar." I
ruffled his hair and said, "see ya around," and headed off. The little
vixen was on my mind off and on the rest of the conference. As I said, I
don't generally play around with boy his age. It's not that I haven't, I
have. I just don't generally do it but this boy's precociousness had gotten
my attention and I decided that I would drop down later that evening, just
to see how things panned out.

I was there at the appointed time, sitting in a lawn type chair in a small
sort of garden grotto away from the pool but that had a line of sight to
the restroom. I had checked the aforementioned room and found it empty,
choosing to wait outside rather than in for some fairly obvious reasons as
the agreed on time came and went. It was closing in on ten minutes later
and I was gearing up to leave when the boy approached the restroom then
turned and walked toward me in the fading light, his smile pretty well
brightening the area up.

He was wearing dark blue shorts and a white t-shirt with a local kind of
logo on it. His feet were bare.

"Hey D," he said when he got closer, "I was afraid you wouldn't show up,
but I saw you from my room," and pointed at the west tower of the hotel,
indicating a high room. I told him I was about ready to leave and he smiled
again telling me he was very glad I didn't.

"Well," he began, "we can go up to my room if you want, I have my own cause
my aunt has to share a room with another old lady. It was part of the deal
for the trip I guess. She's out doing something with the old people and
won't be back for a while, and she doesn't have a key to the room, only I
do. And the front desk of course," he said with another award winning
smile. "Besides even if she did, all I'd have to do is yell that I'm naked
and she'd practically run the other way." At this point he laughed out
loud, a wonderful high, almost melodic girlish laugh.

I thought about it for a moment. It was a set up for a bust, not an
intentional one of course but accidentally. I figured that after today's
rescue from the bathroom I could talk my way out of the situation if the
aunt happened to catch me in Ty's room.

"Okay Ty, lead the way." Less than 10 minutes later we entered the boy's
hotel room where he seemed to become somewhat subdued, less enthusiastic as
he had been.

"Are you nervous," I asked him and he nodded his head, his flaxen hair
flopping as he did. I motioned for him to come to me then slowly unbuttoned
my jeans in front of him. He watched, eyes going from my face to my crotch
as I slowly unzipped my jeans and spread open the front, revealing the
black cloth of my boxer briefs.  Ty began rubbing softly at the front of
his own shorts as I pushed my jeans to the floor and stepped out of them.
I stood before him in t-shirt and boxers, my cock slowly coming to life but
not a lot. This was still a little strange to me, being with a boy his age,
an age I still wasn't sure of.

Ty stepped forward then and reached out to touch the growing lump in my
underwear and put his other hand inside the waistband of his shorts and
pushed them down to his knees the used both hands to push them to the floor
where he too steeped free. He was wearing tighty whities the traditional
white cotton briefs, the front poking out because of his hard little
cock. He then reached with both hands to feel the front of my underwear,
finding my half hard cock and squeezing it gently.

"It feels so big D," he said quietly. I slipped my hand into the waistband,
pulled it out and away from my flat belly, then tugged the fabric down
underneath my balls, seven plus inches of now almost fully hard man cock
bounding out like a puppy dog to greet the boy. His eyes went wide as he
beheld my thick fat cock, then he reached out slowly to grasp onto it with
both hands, squeezing me gently up and down the length of the shaft. I
pushed my underwear down far enough to snag them with my toes then pulled
them to the floor. Ty continued to grip me with one hand while the other
one went to my balls and cupped and fondled them.

His hands felt strange on me, soft, and smaller than most of the boys I had
been with. His touches were tentative as if he wasn't sure if he should be
doing what he was doing.

"Your balls are really big too," he said in a small voice. He looked up at
me and added, "I hope I get as big as you when I get grown up. I wanted to
see him as well so simply dropped to my knees in front of him.

 "My turn," I told him and reached out to the waistband of his
underwear. He looked down at me as I hooked my fingers then pulled out and
down, exposing his pulsing white cock and balls, which appeared to be in
the process of dropping. I pulled the underwear down to the floor and he
stepped out of those as well. I leaned forward and licked the underside of
his cock, which was pointed straight up in the air. I put my hands on his
slender little hips and licked up and down his shaft and onto his smooth
hairless balls.

He moaned as I licked on him and all but fell down as I maneuvered myself
and managed to get the shaft into my mouth and suckle him till my nose
touched the smooth skin of his pubic bone. His hands went to the sides of
head and held on as I sucked his little cock, and he began fucking into my
mouth, instinct taking over where experience left off.

"Oooohhhhh gosh ooohhhhh gosh," he moaned and I stopped what I was doing
then encouraged him to get down and sit on the bed. I sat next to him and
asked how that felt.

"Oh man that was cool nobody ever did that to me before. What does it taste
like D, my cock? What does a cock taste like, can I taste on yours. My own
dick was standing pretty straight itself and he reached over to take it in
his hand. I lay backwards, fully exposing my manhood to the boy, then slid
my way up so that I was fully on the bed. I sat up enough to get my shirt
off then lay back down while Ty had held onto my cock and not let go. Once
I was settled he put his face in close and licked at my swollen cock head.

"What's that sticky stuff, is that sperm stuff?" I explained precum to him
and he proceeded to lick more of it, taste it, proclaim it wasn't bad and
went back for more. He opened his small mouth wide and to the head of cock
inside, his teeth scraping the ridge and causing me to jump till I
explained what he needed to do. He held onto the shaft as he suckled,
trying to get more of me inside his mouth but I was too big, he was too
inexperienced and he choked, quickly releasing me and sitting and coughing.

I explained that it took time that he needed to go slower. I gently pushed
him back on the bed and began sucking on his cocklet. It was nice size for
his age and I began to wonder if I'd misjudged his age. I sucked the entire
young shaft into my mouth, again, all the way to his pubic bone. I could
smell the essence of boy, the odor all young boys have before puberty. I
fondled his balls while I nursed on his cock and he spread his legs wide to
allow me access to him. He was moaning as I worked on him, his slender
young body jerking from time to time as feelings he'd never felt tore
through him.

Clearly this young thing had never been down this road and as his breathing
became faster I knew that he would orgasm soon. I concentrated just on the
head of his cock, sliding back and forth over it, my lips pressed tightly
and increasing the sensitivity. And then he was there.  He almost screamed
out as he raised his hips up off the bed, trying to stuff all of his
boyhood into my mouth. His slender body was all but thrashing about as he
came, his head rolling from side to side. As with all orgasms it was soon
over, although I think non spermers have a longer one than the rest of
us. he finally sank back to the bed breathing as though he'd run a
marathon. I broke away from him and, propped on an elbow, looked down into
his beautiful young face. He finally opened his pretty blue eyes and smiled
up at me.

"What happened to me? I never felt anything like that before. My cock has
tickled really bad before so I stopped playin with it. Is what happened
part of that?" I nodded my head and explained what had happened to him and
that he could make his body do that almost any time he wanted to. He asked
if my body did that and I explained the difference, which got his
attention.

 "Will you do that for me, make the sperms D?" he asked eagerly. I told him
I could but that he could also do it if he wanted to, and of course, he
did. Being a boy he knew how to stroke a cock and grabbed on with both
hands and began moving them up and down.

"Gosh it's so hard and big I can't believe mine will ever get this big," he
said as he slid up and down on my cock. It takes awhile for someone else to
jack me off, to make me cum and so Ty's hands got tired before I was
ready. I gently took over for him and began stroking, slowly at first then
picking up speed. Let's face it we can always get ourselves off faster than
anyone else can. I had Ty turn so that I could play with still hard cock
and balls while I jagged and as I got close I told him to watch close.

"Here it is Ty, it's gonna squirt," I moaned out through rapid breaths and
indeed, there it was. My fat cock head erupted a good six times shooting
thick globs of cum to my chest and down my belly. As it slowed, I gently
stroked, milking the last drops out to dribble down over my thumb.

"Wow that was cool," the boy said, his eyes wide open. He put his finger in
the slime on my belly and rubbed between fingers, feeling the texture
before putting it to his nose the sample the odor.  "Smells kind of funny
but not bad like," he commented adding, "What's it taste like?"

I told him it varied between guys and whoever was doing the tasting but
that the it did no harm and in fact men and women ate it daily when their
partners shot off in their mouths, although probably more men that women
did it. He elected to not taste it and rubbed it off on his own little
tummy.

I spent about three hours with the boy, the phone ringing somewhere in the
middle, his aunt calling to see how he was doing and saying she was going
to sleep and would see him in the morning. During the course of my stay I
taught him about rimming, which he loved, showed him his prostate, which he
loved even more. I brought him off while I was finger fucking him and that
orgasm was better for him than the first one. I showed him how sensitive
his little nipples were and taught him how to kiss. He learned how to suck
cock a little more, chose not to rim me or feel my prostate but did manage
to lick on my ball sac. He ate my precum but elected not eat a full on load
of sperm. At one point I lathered up our groins and had him lay on top of
me and go through the motions of fucking, his cock slipping and sliding
against my skin. I held onto his boy butt the entire time, feeling his
asshole, gripping on his tender cheeks. When he came it was incredible for
him and he kissed me hard on the lips, bringing me off as well. We showered
a couple of times and of course I showed him some fun things to do in
there.

I found out that he was eleven going on twelve, small for his age by his
own admissions.  At one point while I was sucking his cock and just
nuzzling around his pubic bone I actually saw the beginnings of pubic hair,
those white downy soft hairs that were the beginnings of sexual
maturity. He was pretty excited when I told him about it. We exchanged
email addresses and still stay in touch. He's fourteen now and he's kept me
abreast of everything. Using pictures taken with a digital for
documentation purposes I've seen the growth of his pubic hairs as well
growth of his cock, now about six and half inches. I have pictures of one
of his first spermings as well as one where his whole front seems covered
in cum, his as well as his boyfriend at the time.  I've been with him
through four boyfriends and have nudes of them as well as the two of them
together. I walked him through his coming out to his parents and his
parents are considering allowing him to come to Hawaii this coming summer
and stay with me. Since he is currently without a boyfriend, he told me
having my big fat cock shoved up his ass would be the first order of
business. Needless to say, I'm encouraging his parents to let him make the
trip.

I was at that conference for three days, Tyson was the first day and it
took the remaining two to finally hook up with a second boy. I actually had
seen Michael on the first day when I has seen Ty. About fourteen or so, he
was a stocky boy, not fat but certainly the kind who would buff up nicely
as he aged. He was olive skinned with short cut black hair and proudly
sported the sproutings of black hair on his upper lip. He was wearing the
regular kind of swim suit and was not wearing underwear, the lack of leg
lines being the first evidence and the almost clear outline of his cock
head under the dripping fabric offering even more proof.  He was a cute
kid, not drop dead by any means, but still attractive. I didn't really give
him any more thought until we started running into each other the next day
and I mean that literally.

I was going into the men's room and he came around the corner and not
paying much attention, ran right into me. He was flush up against me, and
looked up, although he came to my chin.

"I'm so sorry," he said as he disengaged from my arms, which had all but
wrapped around him in reflex.

"It's okay," I told him with a big smile. I never mind being cuddled up to
a boy, even if it's an accident.

It happened again later when neither of us were paying attention. I had
gone into the little bathroom where I had been with Ty and had just
finished taking a piss. I was leaving and he was coming in this time and
the same thing happened. As I disengaged from him it appeared as though he
had a hard on, the front of his suit more protruded that it should have
been. He smiled at me, apologized again went straight into the only stall.

"HHmmm," I thought to myself. That was interesting. The next day we ran
into each other when he was coming out of the elevator is was going in. He
smiled again but stepped back inside, saying it was the wrong floor. As the
doors closed I extended my hand.

"As long as we keep meeting like this, my name's Derek, my friends call me
D.  He laughed and shook my hand saying it was strange how that happened
and said his name was Michael.  I asked him how he was liking his visit and
he said it was okay although he was with his grandparents so it was kind of
a drag. He wanted to get out and do some other stuff and they were sort of
sticks in the mud. I wondered what he meant by other stuff and asked him.

"Just seeing things maybe meeting people."

"Like girls?" I asked. He said no right off the bat then sort of caught
himself and blushed. I fully expected him to recant but he didn't. The
doors opened and we both walked out, heading in the same direction, and he
asked if I lived here, was properly awed when I said I did and said,

"You could probably show me around a little bit. If I could get away from
my grandparents that is." he added.

"I could do that Michael, if you wanted to, it's only a matter of setting
it up." I had reached the sign in table for the conference and he looked at
me and smiled then said,

"I'll work on that. See you around D," and headed off to who knows where.
I didn't see him during any breaks or over lunch and only got a glimpse of
him with an elderly couple walking into a Red Lobster as I was leaving the
hotel later that afternoon.

He was waiting for me the next morning and we talked again briefly, he
reiterating his boredom and adding that they were leaving the next day.

"Have you figured out how we might hook up?" I asked and he said that the
only thing he could think of was just telling them that he was going to
walk Waikiki that evening and meet me somewhere. I told him that was fine
and suggested that perhaps he could catch me after the conference. He said
he'd do that but maybe even see me at lunch or something, which is what
turned out happening and also gave me another clue as to his motivations.

I was sitting off to a side and saw him in the pool. He waved and climbed
out, once again, the fabric clinging to his body making his boy cock stand
out to a degree. Of course being cold it probably wasn't exhibiting it's
full potential for me. He grabbed his towel and came toward me while he
rubbed his face and hair, the front of his suit bobbing where his cock was
handing. He sat in a chair facing me, about four feet away and asked how I
was doing, what was going one, just small talk. I told him I as fine,
nothing exciting happening, just small answers. His towel as sort of
jumbled in his lap, his hands resting there as he talked. I allowed my eyes
to scan over him, admiring his body as we chatted about nothing. His chest
was adequately defined, his brown nipples being a few shades darker than
the rest of his skin and so standing out slightly. I noticed a slight
coating of hairs starting to grow on his legs as well as his arms and
decided that he was, all in all, a pretty cute boy. His legs moved to and
fro as we talked, his knees coming together then moving apart. I hadn't
noticed at first but a hand had snuck under the towel, just about the time
that he asked if I had a girlfriend.

"Nope," I said, "don't need one of those right now." He said that he didn't
either, in fact had never had one.

"So, then, you're the vestal virgin," I said with a smile. He blushed and
nodded his head and I told him it was no big deal that I had been till my
late teens.

"It'll happen one day, when you're ready." He said that he was ready then
and it wasn't till later that I realized he meant right then and there, not
just biologically.  One hand was still under the towel so being me, I took
the plunge and asked,

"Problem," nodding toward his crotch. He blushed and shook his head no then
yes.

"Ah," I nodded my head sagely. "It woke up and you weren't expecting it."
He blushed again but nodded his head. I explained that it happed to all us
but it seemed to happen more when we were his age.

"Don't worry about and don't be embarrassed in front of me, okay?" He
nodded his head and his hand went back to work, albeit only slightly. I
noticed it and commented.

"Keep that up and it's gonna spit at you." He laughed, a wonderful sound of
a boy whose voice was breaking into young adulthood.

"Sometimes I can't help it D. The feelings get so intense I almost just
have to do it." I nodded my head and agreed with him.

"Or have someone else do it for you." I knew I was taking a risk there but
what the fuck, the kid had a boner, was telling me all about it and all but
jacking off in front of me. I didn't have anything to lose.

"What do you mean?"

"Just what I said, having someone else jack you off, make you squirt. You
haven't done that yet?" He shook his head.

"Wanna try it?" He nodded his head again, this time with some vigor. My car
was parked one floor above us in the garage. "Come on," I said, standing
up. He waited a moment then stood up, keeping his towel in front of his
swimsuit. We took the escalator, then walked through a doorway and down the
line of cars to the end. I always park in a corner hoping to limit the
chance of damage. I hit the alarm button as we got close, Michaels eyes
widening at the sight of it. I opened the door and suggested that he lay
his towel on the seat so it didn't get wet.  He did so and was situation
when I got in the driver's side.

The front of swim trunks were standing out, clearly he was still hard. I
asked if he wanted to go through with this, and he nodded his head yes. I
asked if he was a little nervous and he nodded his head and I explained
that was natural, I was a little nervous too. I told him to adjust the seat
back a little bit and he did, sitting about half way between up and
prone. I asked if I could touch him and he nodded his head and whispered
"yes".

I put my hand on his front where his cock obviously was then put my hands
in the waistband telling him it would be more comfortable if these were
down. He lifted his butt and I slipped the suit down past his knees,
reveling for the first time in his naked body. He was rock hard, about five
and half or so inches long and cut.  His balls made a neat package, hanging
gently between smooth thighs and some hairs were visible on his bag,
although not many. The base of his pride and joy sported a tight nest of
pitch-black pubic hairs that had not yet grown beyond that neat patch of
early boyhood and started into a man patch.

I reached over and grasped onto the organ and felt up and down it's length
and Michael sighed with my touch.

"You got a nice cock for a boy your age Michael," I praised him. "Nice
balls too." I cupped his boyish sperm makers, eliciting still another sight
as I fondled him.

"I'm gonna make you cum now, okay?" He nodded his head again and I grasped
back onto his rigid cock and began stroking him gently. He closed his eyes
and moaned softly, one hand at his side, the other on his chest and belly,
rubbing slowly.  I held the warm flesh almost upright as I stroked, dying
to put my mouth on it.

"Can I suck on you?" I asked and he uttered a quiet yes without opening his
eyes. I lowered my head to his little one, licked off the precum and took
the head into my mouth. Fuck I love tasting a boy's cock for the first
time. I don't know what it is but I love it so much. My fingers played with
his balls as I sucked up and down in his shaft, his moans becoming more
audible. I knew it wouldn't take long, boys being boys, and I wanted to
watch him squirt more than I wanted to taste his young virgin sperm. I
removed my head and stroked him and in less than a minute he was there.

"Ooohhhhhh" he moaned out once as he thrust his hips in the air. His cock
swelled in my hand then erupted in four squirts of fresh warm teen
juice. He didn't squirt far or much, the globs landing on his heaving belly
where I attempted to keep them somewhat close together for the cleanup
process. He lay there for a good two minutes, allowing his breathing to
return to normal before opening his eyes and looking at me through dark
irises, a smile spreading on his face.

"OH man that was awesome D. I bet that's the best one I ever felt yet and
you're sucking on me was so totally great."  He looked to his belly and
added, "Didn't make much sperms though." I took another plunge and said
that was because he'd already jacked off at least once that day to which he
blushed, smiled and nodded his head.  "How do you know so much D?" he asked

"Well having been a boy once and now a man I understand how the body
works. Besides, it's not like you're the first boy who's trusted his body
to me." He asked what I meant so I told him the story; that I was gay, had
been since I could remember and I seemed to attract boys who wanted to
engage in sexual activity with me.

"You have sex with boys like me?" he asked as I wiped the cum off of him
with a hand towel I keep in the car.

"Sure. There are tons of boy's out there who want to know about sex. Some
are gay or think they are, other's are boys who just want to get off. All
of them trust me to be gentle with them and unlike boys their own age, I
don't tell others about it, I don't tease them about doing something new or
act stupid and I don't fumble around cause I know what I'm doing. Although
I've been with men, I love boys. I think boys are the most incredible,
exciting and fun creatures that God put on the earth." He smiled hugely at
that, a hand having found his softening cock and was playing with it.

"Can we do more stuff D? Can maybe I sneak away from my grandparents and we
can go somewhere and do some more stuff. That would be so awesome and I
want to see your cock too and maybe even suck on it. I always wondered what
that was like."  I told him I'd be honored and asked if he could meet me
here at the car or downstairs after the conference. He said he'd try real
hard. Speaking of hard, his cock was getting there again and I pointed out
that we needed to get out of the car or he was gonna have another
problem. He laughed and tugged his swimsuit back up and we got out and
headed back downstairs. Along the way I found out that he had just turned
fourteen a month or so before, had been jacking off almost since he was
twelve, had thought that he might be gay but wasn't sure cause he still
like to look at girls boobs and stuff but sometimes he jacked off thinking
about a guy.

"In fact," he whispered, "yesterday when you ran into me I was going into
the little bathroom to beat off and it was cause of a guy." I told him I
had thought so but then we were in the midst of people so the conversation
had to end.

"So," I said, "Hopefully later." He smiled and nodded his head.

He wasn't there when the conference ended so I hung around a little bit
just in case. After fifteen minutes I headed to my car and got there to
find that he wasn't in sight. "Oh well," I thought to myself, "too bad,"
and wished that I had told him where he might meet me later on the strip. I
got in, fired the car up and let it warm a little before pulling out of the
stall and heading for the exit. Fortunately I was going slow and heard my
name called. Looking in my rearview mirror I saw the boy running out from
between parked cars toward me, waving his arms. I hit the brakes and
reached over to open the door. He slid in, panting as if he'd run a
marathon, and closed the door. I let the clutch out and we coasted forward
to the tollbooth where I paid and slipped through the raised barrier.

"Oh man," he finally said. "I had to talk like crazy and by the time they
let me go I thought I'd miss you. So, where are we gonna go, can we go to
your house?" I said that we could do that since I needed a shower anyway.

"Besides, where else could we go be naked?" I asked him. He only smiled

At the house he was as enthralled as any other boy at the artwork, the
sculptures and that's where I found him when I returned to the living room
after my very quick shower.

"These statues are so cool, where did you get them?" I told him the story
at which he was totally surprised.  "You know the boy, the one with the big
cock, that's amazing D," he said with a broad smile. Indeed it was I told
him, indeed it was.

I was wearing only a towel around my waist, seeing no earthly reason to put
on clothes that were only gonna come off anyhow. Michael came over to me
and said softly,

"Do I get to see your cock now? I nodded my head and undid the towel,
allowing it to drop to the floor.  The boy stared at it for a moment or two
then said,

"Gosh it's so big. Can I touch it?" and when I nodded my head he took the
shaft in his hand and squeezed gently. Needless to say it grew to its full
length in record time as the cute young teen handled it.

"Oh man I can't believe how huge it is D. No boy in my gym class has a cock
like this." One hand moved lower to cup my balls, to fondle and hold them,
feeling their weight. "You balls feel heavy. I bet they're filled with
sperms. Can I make you cum, can I see you squirt out your sperm D?" he
asked.

"Sure, but tell you what, let's go into my room where it'll be more
comfortable, okay?" He nodded his head as I picked up my towel and headed
for my king sized playground. I turned to face him, looked at him for a
brief moment then reached down and grasped the bottom of his t-shirt and
lifted it up over his head, the boy raising his arms to help out. I dropped
to my knees and unsnapped the waistband of his short, unzipped and opened
them to discover his dark patch of pubic hair. The delicious young thing
came prepared to play.

"I figured it'd be easier without underwear," he said with a smile. I
tugged the fabric down, allowing his rock hard boy cock to out to get air,
the head almost pointing at me. He stepped out of them and I just knelt
before him and feasted my eyes on his firm young teenage body, his boyhood
pride and joy standing at full attention, a slight drop of clear liquid at
the tip further indicating his arousal. His balls hung loosely in their
wrinkled sac, a few hairs sprouting here and there on the smooth surface. I
leaned forward and took the head into my mouth, my hands going to his hips
to hold and guide him. I sucked down onto the shaft, taking about half of
it in before sliding back toward the tip then returning downward. The boy's
breathing had become more rapid, his hands moved to the sides of my head
and his fingers rumpled my hair, tensing and relaxing on my scalp like a
cat kneading bread.  I took in his fragrance as I sucked him, a mixture of
soap along with the emerging musk of a sexually charged boy. It seemed he
had showered recently so rimming him was almost a certainty.

"Stop D," he moaned, "or I'm gonna cum. I want to suck on your cock first."
He pulled away from me so I stood then moved to the bed and lay on my back,
my legs spread in invitation. He scrambled up after me and went straight
for the gold, grasping onto my cock and lowering his mouth to the swollen
head and taking it into his mouth. I flinched and explained about keeping
his lips over his teeth, which he did immediately and went back to
work. Needless to say, the boy couldn't take a lot of me into his mouth but
he tried. My hand had been rubbing along his back as he suckled and I grew
bored fairly quickly. I love having a boy suck my dick but I like to be
occupied with his body as well.

"Turn around and lay beside me Michael so I can suck on your cock at the
same time." He did as I asked and I immediately began by licking on his
balls, the bag hanging down slightly onto his hip. I sucked a testicle into
my mouth and gently tugged on it while rolling it about before letting it
plop out. Michael was licking and sucking and slurping and stroking and
otherwise giving my rigid flesh, as well as my smooth balls, a thorough
going over. I sucked his cock and let my free hand rub down under his balls
toward his center, the boy opening his legs a little further to allow me
access. My fingers trailed up and down his smooth crack and up along the
seam of flesh that ran from his nuts to his asshole although at this point
I had not yet encountered that tight bud of muscle.

I reached a hand over his hip and fondled a butt cheek, pulling it open and
letting it close then finally keeping it open so that the fingers of my
other hand could investigate further inside. Using the back of my other
hand, I pushed the bottom cheek away and exposing the boy's hole for the
first time. I let my fingers trail back and forth across the sensitive
muscle and was rewarded by louder moans from the boy's mouth, although my
cock muffled the sounds. I moved my body downward slightly so my face was
closer to his balls than his dick and began licking and sucking on them
again, this time moving farther down underneath them. He wiggled and
squirmed at the new feelings, the underside of his tender young nuts being
more sensitive. I wanted to lick his hole, I was dying to bury my face
between the soft smooth boy-ish cheeks and pay homage to that temple of
male love.

I pulled on his leg and told him to swing it over and sort of get onto his
knees. He knew what I wanted him to do and complied so in a flash his young
balls were hanging before me and above them, his gluteal cleavage and the
target of my desire. I licked at the underside of his balls, now totally
exposed to me, while he tried to maintain and continue sucking my cock. I
gently opened his up and saw his center, the tight wrinkled muscle of his
boy hole. I raised my head and sniffed, smelling soap, and feeling safe,
let my tongue flick out and lick at him. He was busy on my dick so didn't
really notice much. He did notice when I just stuffed my tongue and began
licking with earnest, attempting to get my tongue inside of his body. His
moans got much louder and he ceased sucking my cock, allowing his head to
rest on my hips as I licked and slurped his core causing even more new and
intense feelings to rip his body apart. He pushed backwards, helping me to
gain even more access, clearly wanting to experience even more feelings. I
wrapped my arms around his hips and pulled him even tighter, blocking my
nose and making it impossible to breathe without moving away from him.

"Oh God oh God D I want to cum now oh God," he whimpered. I rolled him over
onto his back, moved along side and began sucking his cock once again, my
hand alternating between fondling his balls and stroking his cock. It only
took a second before I felt his cock swell, his whole body tense and a long
moan escape from him.  The warm liquid hit my mouth with force, splashing
to the back of my throat and sliding down my throat. He grunted and groaned
as I felt his dick constrict at least five times, pumping fresh boy sperm
into my willing mouth. I stopped all sucking motion on the head of his
cock, knowing how sensitive it would be. My hand continued to slowly stroke
his rigid shaft, milking every last drop of fluid his young balls had
produced.

I finally let go, both hand and mouth and lay next to him, gazing into his
face, the yes still closed but the mouth open and still taking in air at a
fairly fast pace. His breathing finally slowed and he opened his eyes and
smiled at me.

"That," he said slowly, "was fucking awesome. I never knew my butt could be
so sensitive, oh man D I couldn't believe it when you licked in there. Is
it fun to do it, I can't imagine it but boy you sure seemed to enjoy it." I
explained rimming to him and the joys it produced no matter what end, so to
speak, a person was on.  He rolled onto his side and looked down to my
still hard cock, saw the precum leaking from the slit and asked what he
could do for me, and did I want to cum.  I told him he could do as he
pleased so he leaned down and began sucking on the head, tasting my leaking
precum, and taking the head and some of the shaft into his mouth. He
stroked the shaft as he suckled, doing a fairly credible job. I rubbed his
smooth back as he worked and felt myself coming to the eventual conclusion
and told him so.

"You might want to move your head sometimes soon Michael cause I'm gonna
squirt." He stopped sucking and said to tell him just when it was gonna
happen then went back to work, concentrating on the head and bobbing up and
down on it, his lips tightening on the edges. I got there quickly and told
him so just in time. He moved his head and I moaned out,

"Faster, stroke me faster Michael," and he did as I asked. My cock swelled
in his hand and erupted, blasting globs of cum onto my chest and my belly
in half a dozen powerful squirts before slowing to a dribble.

"Wow that was cool D, that's a lot of sperm way more than I make for sure."
I told him that I did indeed make a lot of liquid and that he would also as
he grew older. It didn't appear that he had lost much of his hard on so as
soon as I cleaned myself off I asked him if he was ready to try something
new. He nodded his head so I had him lay on his back, grabbed the lube from
the nightstand and slathered the middle finger on one hand.

"I'm gonna slip my finger up inside your bottom Michael. It's not going to
hurt at all and if you don't like it just tell me and I'll stop, but I'm
pretty sure you'll find this quite....stimulating.  He said okay and spread
his legs as I lay down beside him. I took his cock in my mouth and began
sucking him, getting him warmed up before moving my hand and finger into
place.  He was moaning softly as I worked his cheeks apart, found his hole
and slid my finger in to the middle knuckle and stopped.

"How's that feel," I asked him although I didn't really need to ask.

"Good," was all he said through his breathing. I slipped the finger in all
the way and slowly worked it back out and thus began finger fucking the
young teen's virgin asshole. I aimed for his prostate, making sure I grazed
over it in both direction and soon he was moaning loudly.

"Oh fuck D that feels so good what you're doing, oh man." I had a big
decision to make. Did I want to make him cum while I massaged his prostate
or did I want for him to lose his virginity in my ass. Both were quite
tempting and I had a though. Maybe I could do both. Since the lube was
close at hand I grabbed it and poured some onto his throbbing cock and
stroked his shaft a few times, sliding up over the head and almost causing
the boy to faint from the feelings. I took some residue and reached behind
me and wiped it across my asshole, then slowly removed my finger from him,
causing a moan as I left him empty. I had him slip a pillow under his ass
and lower back then straddled his waist.

"I want to put your cock inside me Michael, is that okay?"

"You mean fuck you D?" he asked and I nodded my head.  "Yeah, okay," he
said with a smile.

I reached around and grasped onto his shaft, bend over a little bit and
aimed his flesh missile to the target. When I felt the head at my hole, I
pushed backwards and he slipped inside of me. I knelt straight up then, and
began to sit down on his lap and slowly took all of his cock up inside of
me until I was resting on his body.

"Oh god that feels so incredible oh man it's so tight on my cock D," he all
but whispered.

"I'm glad you like it Michael. Now, reach down and pull open your cheeks
for me." H did as I asked and I reached behind me, made right for his hole
and slipped my finger back inside. Over all it wasn't the most comfortable
position I'd ever been in gut it would work.  I began moving on him,
letting his cock slide in and out of me a little bit and just wiggling my
ass around, giving him the sensation of fucking. His hands and moved to my
hips and his own hips began moving underneath me, instinct taking over for
the boy. I managed to slip my finger in and out of him, fucking him while
he fucked me. My own cock was rock hard again and I suggested that he lube
the head of dick for me and could sort of jack me off while we fucked.

I"ll bypass the play by play stuff but suffice it to say that in less time
that it takes to brew a pot of coffee both of us were spewing forth sperm,
Michael's going up my ass and mine blasting clear to his chest. I kept
massaging his prostate as he came and the boy bucked his hips like an
unbroken pony, thrashing his head from side to side screaming out,

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck" Things eventually died down and our breathing
slowed and Michael regained his composure.

"That was awesome, I can't believe I actually fucked you. What's it like D,
having a cock up your butt I mean, doesn't it hurt and stuff, could you
feel it when I came in you, gosh your finger inside of me was totally great
and so sensitive when I squirted." I chuckled, which caused my asshole to
constrict and since his dick was still inside of me Michael felt it and
started to laugh too.  I had pulled my finger from him and then the
laughing made his cock squish out of me with a plop, leaving me feel sort
of empty. I leaned down and kissed him causing a look of surprise on his
smooth face.

"That was weird, why did you kiss me?"

"Cause I like to kiss, it's erotic, it's fun." He contemplated that for a
moment then reached out for me so I leaned down and he kissed me back,
broke away, thought for another second then pulled me for still another go.
He broke that one then said, "it's not bad, I think I could like it
especially when I was really hot.

We climbed off the bed and went straight for the shower where we soaped and
played, Michael learning some new tricks. He didn't get to hard though
since he'd already cum four times that day and it was barely
suppertime. After drying off I asked him if he was hungry, he was, so I
ordered a pizza and we sat around and talked, naked until dinner got
there. After dinner we played some more, most of which was un noteworthy
which is not to say it wasn't fun. Sex with a hot young teenage boy is
always fun. They're generally so eager and ready to try new things. I
didn't fuck Michael although I wanted to. He did fuck me again, this time
in the missionary position which gave him all the control. The look on his
face when he came was so totally priceless; I wished I'd had a camera. I
took him back about nine; he kissed me long and hard and thanked me greatly
for making his vacation so great.

Chapter II

One Saturday I had taken the bike out for a ride and had stopped at a
popular beach area to rest my ass. I love my bike but armchair comfy it
ain't. Anyway, I was standing looking out at people sunning and surfing and
just having fun and heard a voice behind me call my name, a little surprise
in it's tone. I turned around to see a quite cute local boy probably
fifteen or so, about five foot six, slender build, surf shorts and slipper
with a bear upper torso, and not a bad one at that, standing five feet
away. He wasn't well defined by any means but all the requisite parts were
all accounted for including a flat belly. He looked vaguely familiar but
that was about it.

"It's me, Kekoa, remember me?" he asked in a soft voice, faintly
effeminate. Of course I remembered him but it'd been three years since I'd
seen him and he'd been a skinny little twelve year old at the time. He
definitely wasn't that now. He wasn't drop dead cute but he weren't no
throw away either.

"How in the fuck are you Kekoa?' I asked with a huge grin. "My god you've
grown." He smiled and said that indeed he had. The last time I'd seen him
he was in a behavioral health hospital due to his acting out behaviors and
when I went to visit him the conversation seemed to center around other
boys on the unit and jacking off.  Clearly at that time, he'd finally
entered puberty so needed to share that with me in what was an acceptable
manner, to him at least. He'd always listened to me, had been fairly well
bonded with me until his mother and pulled him from the place and left the
state, ending up in bum fuck Egypt somewhere.

"How have you been? Where have you been? I've missed you ya know," and
threw and arm around his shoulder and hugged him. His left hand grasped my
hand as it rested on his breast and the other slipped around my waist, the
familiar position that we had both comfortable with. He explained that his
mom had moved them all to Colorado Springs where she had a sister, had
gotten a job, and Kekoa being what he was with regard to his controlling
mother, had acted out, got in trouble and ended up in another group home
for six months. He finally had done some growing up emotionally, decided
that he could manage to live with his mother who really wasn't all that
bad, so got this shit together and things had been mostly fine ever
since. He was here visiting his grandmother but was flying out the next
afternoon for a few days on Maui before heading back to the mainland.

"I'd like to spend some time with you D, that is if you don't mind." Heck
no I didn't mind. I'd invested about seven months into this kids life as a
volunteer worker, a sort of big brother if you will. There had never been
any sex or even so much as a hint of it between us but we had gotten pretty
close and he'd given me a huge hug, telling me he loved me the last time I
had seen him. His mother had pulled him abruptly and not only didn't we get
to say goodbye, I didn't even know he'd gone until two weeks after the
fact.

"I'd like that but what about Gramma?" I asked. He said that she'd really
liked me and since he'd been here almost two weeks already she probably
wouldn't mind. I explained that I was on my bike and he only smiled and
said cool. His grandmother was only about five blocks from the beach so we
climbed on the bike, Kekoa wrapping his arms around my belly without
hesitation, and we rode off to get permission for him to be with me.

She was glad to see me. We'd stayed in touch for about 6 months after the
boy had left, she having no more of an idea of where he was than I
had. Then her cell number was disconnected and that was that. I never felt
comfortable enough to go to here house so simply lost touch. She was more
than fine with Kekoa spending the afternoon with me, knowing how our
relationship had been before. He changed into some beach jeans and t- shirt
and we were off.

We left her home and headed into town, to no place in particular, although
Kekoa wanted to visit, to bring me up to speed on what he'd been up to the
past three years and find out the same about me. There wasn't a plan;
either about where we'd go or what we'd do and there wasn't a goal to have
sex before it was all over with.  Much as it may surprise you, I didn't
have sex with every boy I knew, and I knew lots of em, nor did I want to
have sex with all of em. Kekoa and I had a non-sexual relationship before
and there was never so much of a hint of being anything different and in my
desire to spend time with him as a teen; it still didn't enter my mind.

For lack of a better place to go I headed for my place. Kekoa held on to my
belly fairly tightly, holding his body close to mine and his head close to
my ear, commenting on things we passed or saw and generally just being
sociable. Once at my house, we dismounted and I said,

"This is my place. I don't know where else to go really unless you want to
eat so I hope this is okay."

"Absolutely okay D," he said with a smile. I am a little hungry but maybe
you can scare up something or we can order a pizza or something." I
wondered about how he would react to the artwork in the living room so I
detoured from the front door and elected to through the garage and out onto
the lanai in the backyard. I'd had my suspicions about the boy since the
first time I met him although at his age then, it's always difficult to
tell with a boy which way he might fall. I had my suspicions now, given the
way he presented, as I said before, a very slight femininity in his
speech. I was comfortable with Kekoa knowing I was gay and figured that
whether he was or not, my being gay wouldn't affect him one-way or the
other.

"Wow, nice place," kekoa said as he walked through the doorway and caught
his first view of my place. "Pool and everything," he added as he walked
around a little bit. "How long have you lived here he asked?" as he
wandered to where I was sitting in a chair by my lanai table.

I told him and he commented that it was pretty cool. I asked him he wanted
something to drink and when he nodded yes I asked if my standard raspberry
iced tea would be okay and he nodded yes. I went into the kitchen and came
back with a pitcher and two chilled glasses, pouring one for each of us
before getting down to the business of catching up.  He said that his
mother had pulled him from the hospital, totally unexpected, and moved to
Kansas City of all places.  She had a brother who lived there, owned his
own construction business and had convinced her to come run his office for
him. That lasted for about seven months. They'd had enough problems getting
along before but being in a working situation together really had made a
mess of things. She moved them to Denver where she got a job in the
Sheriff's department and Kekoa ended up babysitting his two younger sisters
when his mom worked a variety of shifts. This worked well on one hand since
he didn't get along very well with his mother but it also meant that he
didn't get a whole lot of time for himself and of course, mom wasn't paying
a whole lot of money for his services.

"It's your job as part of this family," she'd harped. Of course the girls
were both under seven so much of the household chores fell on his shoulders
as well.

And so the conversation went, both of us sharing various things in our
lives as the noon time hour approached and the temperature continued to
rise as did out hunger level.  We went into the house and I threw some
water on to boil, pulled some frozen pot stickers out while I waited for
the water. Kekoa and I made small talk until he asked to use the bathroom
and wandered off, returning as the timer went off and I put the heated
things on a plate and set it on the kitchen table along with dipping
sauces.

"So what's up with the artwork on your walls D?  Looks a little, I dunno,
not what I would expect you to have in your house." His voice had a bit of
a sound to it, almost coy. I could play that game.

"Oh, just stuff that I saw and liked is all."

"And liked?" he repeated. "Looks pretty much like the stuff you'd find in a
gay guys house," he retorted.

"And how would you know what a gay guys house might look like kekoa?" I
asked with a smile on my face.

He looked down his nose at me, plopped a dripping pot sticker into his
mouth, chewed for a moment then said,

 'Come on D; don't tell me that you didn't suspect that I was gay three
years ago. I know you did cause I remember some of the things we used to
talk about." Kekoa was smiling as he talked.  "You know, I always thought
that you might be gay, or at least hoped that you might be. I always
thought you were so cool, I still do, and back then I was sort of
confused. It wasn't till after we moved that I really needed someone to
talk to and wished to hell that you had been there." He stuffed another pot
sticker into his mouth then added,

"So, what's the deal?"

"Yeah, I suspected back that you might be Kekoa but at your age then it's
so hard to really tell. Lots of boys seem like they might be then they grow
out of it, or cover it up or something. When I first saw you and heard you
talk today I was pretty much sure of it. As for me, yes, I'm gay. I've been
out since I was your age or even younger."

The boy had a Cheshire cat grin on his smooth face and asked,

"So, do you have a boyfriend or anything?" I shook my head no.

"Naw, I don't even date very much what with work and martial arts."

"So, what do you do about that, sex I mean? You can't just jack off all the
time," he said, the huge smile still adorning his face.

"I manage," was all I'd say to him. He nodded his head muttering something
that sounded like; I'll bet you do.

"So what about you?" I asked him. He shrugged his shoulders and said that
babysitting kept him pretty occupied. He said that he'd had a couple of
short-term kind of boyfriends that hadn't gone much beyond sucking each
other's cocks. He'd fucked his last boyfriend a couple of times though and
the boy wanted to fuck Kekoa but he wouldn't let him.

"Why not?" I asked him. He'd gotten up and set his plate in the sink.

"Honestly?" he said as we walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my
neck and hugged me slightly from behind. "I wanted you to be my first
D. I've always wanted you to be the first man to fuck me. I was depressed
when I got to my grammas and called to find out that you didn't work at
that same place you used to and I didn't have any other way to get a hold
of you. I couldn't remember your last name and neither could mom. When I
saw you at the park this morning I couldn't believe my eyes. I think I got
about half hard just looking at you. So, here we are, two old pals, both
queer as all hell, at least one of us is horny as hell for the other
one. What do you suppose we should do about that?"  My mind was racing,
right along with my heart.

"Well," I said in a cracking voice, "how about if we take a swim then a
shower then see what happens." I got to my feet as I talked, Kekoa stepping
back out of the way for me.

"I have a better idea," he said softly. "Let's take a shower, make
something happen, then go for a swim." He didn't wait for an answer but
took my hand and lead me to my bedroom, having found it when he went to the
bathroom earlier. I followed docilely thinking that boys today could be so
forward, knowing what they wanted and going right after it. Once there he
turned to face me, reached up and pulled my head down and kissed me full on
the lips. It wasn't a tongues searcher but it wasn't a peck either but a
long lips dancing kiss. When he broke away, he went about tugging my
t-shirt from my jeans then going up over my head with it. He ran his hands
up and down my chest and belly.

"You have such a great body D," he all but purred. He rubbed at my crotch
then unsnapped my jeans and slid the zipper down, spreading the flaps
open. He slipped his hand inside the jeans but still on the outside of my
underwear, rubbing mostly on my lower abdomen and pubic bone. We were still
close, our eyes focused on each other's eyes and his widened considerably
when he discovered my cock, still only about half hard, stretching itself
out sideways inside the fabric.

"Oh my D, what have we here?" He felt along the length of my shaft causing
it to continue its growth, almost in his hand. "God how big is it?"  The
question didn't beg and answer and I didn't offer one. Instead I reached
out and began trying to remove Kekoa's t-shirt. He stopped what he was
doing, pulled the shirt off, undid his jeans and dropped them, standing
before me in boxers that were tented in the front from his own young hard
cock.  I slipped my own jeans down and off as he was removing his so we
stood facing each other again, this time all but naked.

He melted into my arms and this time the kiss was spurred on by the heat
between us creating a lip crushing, nostril flaring, tongue battling
affair. My hands were at his back, running up and down his smooth but
muscled skin and down onto his butt. And what a nice butt it was, sloping
out and away from the small of his back and creating twin orbs that begged
to be kneaded and squeezed, which I did. My hands slipped under the fabric
and felt his ass, alternately rubbing and squeezing firmly on his
flesh. One of Kekoa's hands did the same thing to me while the other
attacked my front side, rubbing on my now full on hard dick through my
underwear, but only for a moment. He moved his hand inside and clutched
onto my cock, gasping slightly as he did so, and slowly stroked me. He
broke the kiss to take in oxygen and I moved my head to the soft crease of
his neck, kissing and sucking gently and causing his body to shudder
involuntarily at the feelings. He moaned and clutched me tighter.

My hands both moved around to his sides and held open the waistband of his
boxers then moved downward, slipping them over his hips and freeing up his
boy cock. One hand kept pushing the clothing down his legs, the other
seeking out his rampant boyhood and clutching him. My fingers found a
moderately thick sausage that seemed about six inches or so long. I let my
hand move south and found his balls, respectably sized eggs in a hanging
sac. I fondled them gently, tugging ever so lightly and eliciting further
moans from the mouth that was almost next to my ear.

Kekoa gently moved me away from him and dropped to his one knee, both hands
at the fabric of my Jockey's, moving them down and away from my skin then
both hands grasping onto my cock.

"God what a beautiful cock D," he said in a husky voice before guiding the
head into his mouth and sucking.  One hand moved to my balls, holding and
tugging them while the other hand held onto the base of my shaft and slowly
stroked as he began bobbing on about half my dick, no small feat. I allowed
my hands to run though his thick black hair as he suckled me for about a
minute before letting my dick plop out of his mouth then standing up again
and planting his lips to mine in yet another crushing, tongue battling
kiss.

It was me who broke the next time, dropping to both knees and coming face
to face with Kekoa's dark cock. It was as I suspected, about six inches
long and thick, its' circumcised head leaking precum. His bush was thick
and black as the hair on his head, his sperm filled balls handing nicely,
one slightly lower than the other between dark thighs. Fuck I loved the
dusky skin of local boys. I wrapped a hand around his butt; the other under
his nuts, tugging them down gently and thus pulling his cock downward then
leaned in and slurped the oozing precum from the swollen head. I placed my
lips over the entire head and bobbed on it, creating intense feeling to
flow through his young body, the effects reflected in his loud groans.

"Oh fuck D, do that too long and I'm gonna squirt in your mouth." I wanted
that very much but not quite so soon so I moved further on, taking about
half his fat cock into my mouth and bobbing back and forth there for a good
minute before letting it go and standing up.

"Let's hit the shower before we both cum," I suggested and headed for the
bathroom, Kekoa commenting on my ass as I walked away. The water adjusted,
we stepped in, rinsed off and since I was first, I squirted Gucci body wash
into my hands and began the process of washing Kekoa's body from neck to
knees and everything in between. I turned him around and did the same for
his back before slipping freshly soaped fingers inside his crack and
washing his tight little asshole. His hands were against the wall and
pushed his butt out, giving me better access to his core, looking over his
shoulder at me and moaning quietly. I leaned and kissed him as my fingers
ran back and forth over his tight muscle, one of them slipping up inside of
him in the process. I gently finger fucked him while my other hand went
around and began stroking his soapy cock and the boy began humping slowly
back and forth and creating the double action on his asshole and his cock.

"Oooohhhh God, Ooohhhh fuck D, oohhh fuck," he moaned out when he broke off
the kiss. "God I wanna cum so bad, make me cum D." I let go of his cock and
slowly slipped my finger out of him causing him to groan and the immediate
loss of feelings. He turned and rammed his lips into mine, cramming his
hard cock against me. I held on tight to his ass, pulling him to me and
grinding my own hard cock against his, the soap creating a slippery
friction for us. The feelings were incredibly intense as our rock hard
cocks slipped and slid against each other between our bellies. I was at the
edge as well, arriving quickly as I usually do when I'm with a boy for the
first time. I knew that we'd both be able to cum again soon so allowed
myself to continue. I really wanted to see Kekoa sperm out for me but
elected to forgo that sight this time, holding on to him and grinding into
his body with force. We were both moaning, both fucking each other and we
both came, Kekoa first and me right on his tail.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh shit," he moaned and pressed harder, moved faster into
me and I knew he was cumming.  Watching his facial expression change,
feeling his body shudder with from the intensity of his teenage sperming
took me over the edge and I cried out as my own cum blasted out and smeared
against our bodies, our love juices mixing together along with the soap. As
usual when I cum in the shower, my knees went limp and so did Kekoa's and
we both struggled to stay afoot as we bumped and ground against each other
trying to make the orgasm last. Of course it didn't, and of course the
sensitivity in both spewing cock heads became too much and we backed away
from each other, automatically grasping each other's dripping shafts and
stroking, hoping to prolong the moment as our upper bodies met and our
heads relaxed on the other's shoulder. We held onto each other as our
breathing began to slow and subsequently our cock stroking.

"Goddamn that was the most fucking intense cum I've ever had in my life,"
Kekoa said through ragged breaths.  I had to agree with him that, if not
the most, then one of the most intense orgasms I'd had as well. There's a
lot to be said for frottage. We finally separated and I loaded my hands
with more soap and proceeded to wash both bellies, cleaning the soapy cum
mixture off then rinsing us both off. Kekoa's cock remained about
half-mast, mine somewhat more limp, but not quite at the default state. We
finished off and climbed out of the shower to dry off, each helping the
other out and turning that job into play.

When we completed that chore we went back into my bedroom and went straight
for the bed and lying in a classic sixty-nine. Kekoa's cock really is a
chubby and I enjoyed sucking on it as well as licking his soft balls as
they draped down onto his thigh. Kekoa was going at my cock with about as
much vengeance as I was going at him and it didn't take long before both of
us were full on rock assed hard and beginning to breathe heavier. I really
wanted to taste his asshole. I knew that he wanted me to fuck him and I
knew that in order for me to take his cherry with the least amount of pain,
I needed the boy to be hotter than a fresh fucked fox in a forest fire and
the way to get going toward that end, as it were, was to start working on
the target area. Besides, I love rimming boys.

"Kekoa, put your leg on the other side of me and straddle me," I said,
encouraging him by moving the leg in question. He did as I asked and in
seconds his cock was resting on my forehead. I pulled it down and licked at
slurped at the fat head before sliding backwards until his nuts were
swinging free above my eyes. God was a delicious sight. I licked and
slurped at his bag moving his delightful eggs about with my tongue. When I
began licking at the backside of them Kekoa started wiggling his butt from
the sensitivity.

I slid still farther back until I could look at his slender butt, the
gluteal crack in front of my eyes. I licked up and down along the seam of
flesh that started under his balls and ran to his boy hole, my hands
kneading the flesh of cheeks. Finally the moment had arrived and I gently
pulled the orbs apart, revealing his core for the first time. I knew he was
clean, I did it myself so raised my head and licked tenderly at his
hole. Kekoa moaned slightly, the noise muffled by my cock stuffed into his
mouth. I wrapped my hands up high and pulled, quietly requesting him to
lower his body for me and he did so, bringing his delicious but of muscle
closer. I held his cheeks apart and began paying homage to him in earnest,
licking hard at the muscle and trying to get my tongue up inside of him. I
went back to licking up and down the path from his balls to his ass hole,
this time servicing the hole as well as his balls and every sensitive spot
in between.

Kekoa had all but given up trying to suck my cock the feelings running
through him were so intense. It was intense for me as well and I began
squeezing my legs together as I worked him over, washing him better than
he'd ever been washed before. I eventually became tired and wanted to move
to the next level so I motioned for the boy to roll off of me and when he
did I came up and straddled his body, our cock matching up, and kissed
him. He was hot as all hell and his kissing expressed it, tongue battling
and heaving breathing through his nose.  I reached to my night stand and
pulled out a bottle of lube and small hand towel, then slid down Kekoa's
slender, licking here, sucking there until I reached his pulsing teen
cock. I stopped my movement, slathered up the middle finger of one hand
then lay beside him and began sucking on his cock again. I had one arm
draped over his leg so nudged the outer leg open farther with the back of
my hand.

He knew what I was going to do and complied, spreading his legs
wide. Continuing to suckle his deliciously rigid cock, my hand and fingers
moved about until I located my target and gently slipped a finger inside of
his tight virgin hole. I only went in to the first knuckle, resting and
allowing him to adjust to the violation of his most secret place. I kept up
the action on his cock, gently bobbing up and down the length. After a
moment I moved my finger further up inside his bowels until the knuckles of
my hand stopped against his flesh. I wiggled my finger around inside of him
causing a gasp and moan then began the motion, sliding slowly out of him
then back inside, gently finger fucking him and bringing his heat up. I
found his prostate and massaged it eliciting more moans and grunts. After a
good two minutes he cried out,

"Oh fuck D, you better stop or I'm gonna cum. You better put your cock in
me now while we have a chance."  Those were the words I was waiting for. I
stopped sucking him and told him to lube my cock up, turning my body
sideways to give him access since the lube was already close to his
head. He did as I asked, slathering the swollen fat head, mixing lube with
the precum that was leaking out like a faucet. I gasped slightly at the
intensity of the feelings. Once I knew I was prepared, I moved, sliding my
finger out of him and moving down between his legs.

I guided his legs backwards, folding them at the knees and pushing him
farther onto his back and raising his lower body then positioned myself
close in to him. With one hand I held my cock down, placing the head close
to his hole and moving it back and forth across the wrinkled surface
getting lube all over the place, which was the reason in the firs
place. And then I pushed inward, slowly exerting pressure until the head
moved past the tight ring of muscle and into him, then stopped.

Kekoa had been watching me the entire time, his eyes half shut with lust
and now his face had the expression of pain. Not moving and allowing him to
readjust is said, "Relax baby boy and breathe." He did as I suggested and
after a little bit nodded his head for me to go ahead.

Once the head was inside of him I put my hands on the underside of his
upper thighs and pushed his legs back, which opened him up and also braced
me. My gaze alternated between Kekoa's face and the ever-amazing sight of
my cock slowly disappearing inside of him, accepting the willingly gift of
his virginity. When I bottomed out I asked how he was doing.

"It hurts some D, not as bad as I thought it would though."

"Good baby," I said quietly with a smile and began the process of fucking
the cute young teen. I stayed on my knees for the first few minutes,
drawing slowly in and out of his tight young body allowing him to get used
to the action and hopefully replace pain with pleasure. That my goal was
being accomplished was reflected on his dark brown face, the eyes
fluttering open and closed, his lips forming a half smile as I drove into
him and the moans and "Oh god's being voiced low in his throat. He was
getting along great, his body having adjusted to me, the invasion of his
virgin ass by seven plus inches of thick cock.

"I'm going to change positions Kekoa, okay?" I asked him. He only nodded so
I draped his legs over my forearms and placed my hands on the bed next to
his hips, maybe a little higher, then leaned forward. The position rolled
Kekoa backwards, raising his hole to a vertical position and allowing me to
drive down into him, stuffing every inch of my cock as deep into him as
possible. It also allowed me to kiss him and I lowered my head, bringing my
lips to his and kissed him long and hard as I began moving my ass, pulling
my cock almost all the way out and driving back down into him. it didn't
take but a minute before Kekoa broke the kiss and gasped for air, our
kissing not allowing him to breath as deeply as he needed to, the breathes
now coming quickly and in a ragged fashion. Kekoa snaked a hand between is
and held onto his cock as I started fucking him even harder, ramming my
cock into his hole, the force almost driving him backwards on the bed.

" Oh fuck, oh Jesus fucking god, were about the only intelligible words
that flowed from his mouth from that point on, the rest was mostly babble
until he came.

"Ooooohhhhh AAAAHHHHHHHH," is about the only way I can describe the primal
cry that issued forth from Kekoa's mouth as he came, his body shuddering
and convulsing with each squirt of his sperming. I could feel his asshole
constrict on my cock and it drove me over the edge causing me to cum almost
violently inside of him. I braced myself up on my toes and ground my ass
around, creating different angles on my cock and thus inside of him. He
cried out again and as it turned out had experienced a double orgasm or at
least a longer one than usual. My own sperming was frickin vicious, as
intense as I've ever had and I felt at least six jets of sperm blast out of
my body into the young teen that was connected under me. I finally slowed
my movements then came to a halt, looking down onto Kekoa's face, his eyes
still closed and his breathing starting to slow down.

"Are you still with me," I asked quietly and he smiled and nodded his head
before opening his eyes, although they were still half closed in the
afterglow of fantastic sex. Our faces were still close and he reached up
with one hand, the other still on his cock, and pulled my head downward
until our lips met.

"That was all I expected and wanted it to be D," he said quietly after
breaking off the kiss. "It was fantastic, you are fantastic. Mahalo nui loa
for taking me there." I kissed him back and said that it was I who needed
to thank him by honoring me, by giving himself to me for his first time. I
let his legs down and told him to put his hands around my neck. He said he
had cum on his hand and I told him I didn't care. He did as I asked and I
told him to hold on, then moved to my knees and with a heave, pulled him up
and onto my lap.

His eyes shot open and he uttered, "Oh my" as my cock changed positions
inside of him.  I hadn't lost much of my hard on and neither had Kekoa
whose cock rested upright between our bellies. I held him close, rubbing my
hands on his back and we talked quietly, the talk of lovers still caught in
the feelings of sharing our bodies, kisses interspersed with words. We both
felt underneath, where my cock held us together, Kekoa commenting on how
good it felt having me inside of him. It didn't take a long time before he
discovered that he could move around and create intense feelings inside of
him which varied depending on how he moved. He enjoyed moving forward and
backwards, sort of humping and grinding his pelvis into me.

 About five minutes of that and he was moaning softly, his eyes closed
again and his head thrown back. I placed my hands on his hips and helped to
guide him as he made love to me. I leaned forward and suckled a nipple
through part of it but after a bit it was clear that a third cumming was on
the way. I reached over and snagged the lube, poured some directly onto the
head of his cock then gripped it in my hand and twisted it like a bottle
cap. Kekoa cried out as I massaged the head of his cock in that manner and
in a very short period of time he cried out once more.

"Oh fuck I'm cumming again," and cum he did. I had slid off his cock head
and just stroked him and when he came, the first glob shot straight up in
the air about a foot before returning to land in his pubic hair. Four more
jets followed although not as high and certainly not as much. After all,
the boy had cum three times in the past hour or so. I still hadn't cum as
he slowed his motions to a stop and his breathing slowly returned to
normal.

"You didn't cum did you?" he asked. I said that I hadn't but that it didn't
matter. I generally had my fair share of orgasms. He laughed which caused
his asshole to constrict on my cock, which was still hard as stone. I asked
if he was hungry yet and he said that he wasn't really, besides he didn't
particularly want to leave the position he was in.

"Your cock feels so good inside me D, I don't want to give it up."

"Well baby boy, we're gonna have to break up some time, we can't stay like
this forever."

"Trudat," he responded," but that doesn't mean right away. Besides, you're
still hard and haven't cum again.  I'm still hard and could probably manage
to cum." He was indeed still hard, although not quite as stiff as the very
first time around but hey, even teenage boys have their limits. My knees
had gotten sore and we'd moved to a sitting position, me on my butt with
legs stretched out in front of me and Kekoa still sitting on my lap.

"Wanna try something?" I asked him. He nodded his head so I laid back and
told him to swing his legs around so that he was facing the opposite
direction. I always loved doing gymnastic tricks while still connected to a
boy and generally boys were still limber enough to comply, although with my
martial arts training so was I.  He did as I asked and was soon facing away
from me. I managed to sit almost all the way up then told him to lay
sideways and as he moved so did I so that we ended up laying spooned
together, Kekoa still impaled by my hard cock.

I reached around his waist and gripped onto his shaft and stroked it while
I kissed his neck. I tried moving my waist a little bit, to get into a
little in and out motion but it was difficult. Kekoa moved his upper body
away from me slightly then raised his upper leg and draped it backwards
over mine. We spend the better part of a half hour connected in this
manner, both making different types of adjustments. He liked being able to
put his hand between us and easily feel my cock as it slipped gently in and
out of his asshole. We both liked that I also had access to his cock and
his balls and could fondle and stroke as much as I liked while we
fucked. Sometimes he could torque his upper body around and we could manage
kissing while I fucked him. We moved into a position where our bodies were
almost perpendicular to each other, our legs in a tangle but still
connected, my cock buried deep inside of him. The very hot and fun escapade
ended with Kekoa about half on his side and half on his stomach with one
knee brought up toward his head. I had managed to get back onto one knee,
with the other foot flat on the bed in a sort or marriage proposal position
with one of his legs in between mine. It was a tight position on my cock
and apparently a good one for the boy as well, considering the amount of
moaning he was doing. I kept my hands on one butt cheek, pushing it away
from me, opening his hole to the onslaught of my cock and watched in wonder
as I slid in and out of his asshole. I was driving deeply into him and all
but squashing my balls with each thrust. Kekoa's hand was busy between his
legs, stroking his cock as I fucked him and I felt myself reaching,
finally, the point of no return.

"Oh fuck Kekoa, I'm almost there, it's there baby it's there, oh
goooooooooooooooddd" I moaned out as I came, my sperm squeezing out of my
tube and into his. I ground my hips, forcing every possible micro inch of
my flesh inside of his body. Kekoa screamed out once again as he came,
jerking his cock furiously and sending his boy cum out onto my bed sheets
as I continued to drive my cock into him in an attempt to make the cum last
as long as possible. I finally collapsed onto his body, using my elbows and
knees to keep some of my weight off of him.

"It's okay D, put all your weight on my, I kind of like how it feels," he
said over his shoulder. I did as he asked and heard a sigh of contentment
leave his mouth as I settled onto him. We lay like that for a good five
minutes, not saying anything, making very minor adjustments in our
positions. My cock finally softened and slipped out of him, causing a moan
from him. I rolled off of the boy and onto my side and he immediately
rolled to face me and melted into my arms, kissing my lips, my eyes lids,
my cheeks before settling back in and laying his head against my
shoulder. I hugged him to me, reveling in the feeling of having a cute,
warm, freshly fucked boy in my arms, a feeling I loved dearly.

We lay like that for quite awhile before we finally got up. Kekoa had not
cleaned himself off after his third cum, let alone the last one, although
it had gone onto the sheets.

"I need another shower. I think my ass is leaking your sperm D," he said
with a smile. "Not that I mind that at all." We climbed out of bed, padded
off to the bathroom and took a long cool shower during which we hugged and
kissed and fondled and helped each other wash off. Neither of us caught
wood, which, considering the circumstances was understandable.

"I'm a lot more hungry now," I said, "how about you?" Kekoa said he was as
well and since it was about suppertime we got dressed and headed out to
eat, ending up at a popular local place.

"Can't get this stuff in Colorado," he said as he macked a mixed plate of
barbecue fish, beef, and pork.  Afterwards we drove around then headed back
toward his grandmother's place but stopped at a partially secluded beach
just short her home to say our goodbye's.

"I'm so glad to have spent time with you D," he said, a trace of sorrow in
his young voice. "It means so much to me that you took the time with me
back then, and even more so today. I hope we can stay in touch and I hope I
can see you again when I come back at Christmas. You mean a lot to me." he
leaned over and kissed me hard on the lips as though his statements needed
some sort of proof. I responded back in kind and when we broke away, there
were tears in his eyes.

 'I'm very glad to have spent time with you Kekoa. You're a really special
person to me too and now that we have each others email address we will
stay in touch." I started the car and drove him home. He gave me a tight
hug holding, almost desperately to me before giving me a quick peck and
getting out of the car.

We stayed in touch as promised and whenever he returned to the islands,
Kekoa would spend as much time with me as he could get away with. He became
a very adept lover, learned to fuck me but was primarily a bottom. He was
very clear about loving my cock stuffed up inside his ass and we
experienced more than one marathon, similar to our first one, over the
years. He managed to have a few boyfriends that he stayed with for a while
but never brought any of them home with me, preferring to spend his sexual
energy with me. I didn't complain. He was cute, personable and adored
me. By the time he was eighteen, his cock had finished its' growth, topping
out about six and a half inches. He worked out regularly and developed a
body that looked great in a Speedo and even better out of one.  He
eventually moved to Florida, has a lover that he's been with for a couple
of years and still returns to the islands at least once a year. And we
fuck, including his partner in the mix. His partner's a nice guy, but he
doesn't hold a candle to Kekoa.