Date: Mon, 15 Mar 2004 16:46:14 -0800 (PST) From: tag michaels Subject: The Player IV I felt lazy. I didn't feel like going to work and with my job I could afford to take a day off here and there without a problem or censure. The day looked to be nice; warm with some clouds and enough wind to take the edge off the heat. I decided to take a ride so tossed my towel and some board shorts into my backpack with a quart jug of ice water and some cold chicken from the night before. I hadn't been up the West side in months so strapped my backpack to the seat, fired up the bike up and took off. I rode all the way out to surfer beach in Makaha then decided to continue on to Yokohama's, the last beach on that side of the island. I sat and stared out at the aquiline water, listening to the soft waves as they tumbled onto the soft white sand, allowing my brain to think of anything it wanted or nothing. I began to get hungry so sat at a picnic table with my chicken and water. There didn't appear to be anyone within a hundred yards of me and even then only a few other people on the beach so I was surprised when a voice beside me said, "Hey." I turned to see a local boy about thirteen years old, maybe, standing a few feet away. He was about five foot three and if he weighed one fifteen I'd have been surprised. Like most local boys who spend any amount of time at the beach he was fairly tanned, the whites of his eyes and teeth along with the pink of his tongue, creating a contrast to his bronzed skin. He was wearing faded board shorts with a flower print and no t-shirt and judging from the exposed strip of white skin at the waistband, he didn't appear to be wearing any underwear either. His body was fairly well defined for a boy his age, his belly flat and taut, sloping gently into the waistband of his shorts and into what might be a promising boyhood. His pitch-black hair was a little long, almost hanging in his large dark eyes. I saw all this in a flash and decided that the boy was cute, darned cute. He approached when I made eye contact with him and from barely five feet away said, "I suck your dick for piece of chicken brah," dick sounding like deek. Now, there was an offer if I ever hear one. "Hhmmm," I said. "Suppose I'd rather suck your cock instead?" He smiled. "Da'd be okay too brah, I no mind dat." "How about if we do both, for two pieces of chicken." He smiled even bigger and stepped closer, "Dat be mo' bettah. "And if I said no, then what?" He shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno brah, I be hungry but maybe suck you dick anyway. If you like dat I mean." I gestured for him to sit down and indicated that he could have a piece of chicken, which he took and ate slowly, indicating to me that he either was very polite or wasn't starving or both. When I asked his name he said it was Kamana, his friends called him Kam. I told him my name. "Why aren't you in school Kam?" "No want go today," he said as he worked his way around the drumstick in his hands. "How old you?" "Does it matta?" He said that in a friendly tone. "No, not really." "I make thirteen las' mont." He finally said. When he finished the chicken leg I told him he could have another piece and indicated the water bottle if he wanted a drink, which he took by upending the bottle and squirting into his mouth so as not to touch his lips to the spout. We both ate another two pieces with little talk and when it was all finished he gathered the bones up in a discarded paper towel and took them to a trash can about ten feet from the table then returned and sat back down. Taking a small amount of water he did his best to clean the grease from his fingers. "So, we suck cock now eh?" he said with a winning smile. "I didn't give you the chicken just so I could have sex with you Kam." He nodded his head then said, "Ya brah I know dat but you know, if you like em I glad to suck you dick an let you suck mine if you like dat." Having the cute young thing suck on my cock sounded like fun. Finding out what he had under those shorts sounded like fun as well but where to do it, was the question on my mind and I asked him about that. "Come, we go, I show you one place." He got up and I followed him to the bike where I handed him the backpack to put on. I fired the thing up; he climbed on and directed me to head back toward civilization. About a mile down the road he pointed to a small dirt side road that looked no more than a trail. I turned off and followed it about another hundred yards or so. It was wide, flat, with no ruts at all and the end was a small grassy clearing completely shaded by huge trees. It was at the foot of a high rock hill and there appeared to be no other way into the place but the one that we'd come in on. A rather interesting little love nest all in all. Kam got off the bike and un-slung the backpack then walked over to the middle of the clearing and waited for me. As I approached, he simply smiled at me, untied the laces of his board shorts and let them drop to the grassy ground. I stopped an admired his body. As I'd said, he appeared firm and flat, standing in front of me fully naked confirmed that. His belly did indeed slope beautifully into his pubic bone; the latter well defined. At the apex rested his boyhood, about five inches of circumcised dusky flesh that was slowly responding to the situation. At the base of his cock was a smattering of dark hairs, mostly straight, and sparse enough to count if I'd had the inclination. His balls were smooth and hairless, a round sac beneath his rising pole but not held tight like a little boy. "You like em?" he asked with an impish smile. I nodded my head as he absently rubbed along side of his balls, causing the whole works to move. His dick was about half hard as I moved in close, looking down into his smiling face and I grasped onto it. His cock was warm to my touch and hardened almost instantly into it's full size, a rigid five inch piece of young teenage flesh. "MMMM," he said softly, "You hand feel good on my dick. You take you pants off eh, lemme see you dick." I released his pride and joy and stepped back. His small hand took over, slowly stroking his cock as I bent down and undid boots and peeled them off along with my socks. I stood up, pulled my t shirt off then unsnapped my jeans and pulled them down, along with my underwear allowing seven plus inches of half hard cut cock to bound out like a puppy dog. Kam's eyes went wide open when he saw it. "Ho brah, dat da biggest dick I evah see." He barely waited for me to stand back upright before grasping onto my swelling flesh, his grip causing it to go fully hard in an instant. I reached down and grasped his flesh as well and there we stood for a solid minute each exploring the other and I can't speak for the boy but I was getting hot. Without asking, Kam dropped to his knees in front of me and took the fat head of my cock into his mouth and suckled it, his tongue exploring the head and cleaning off the precum. He moved more of me into his mouth, taking in a couple inches then bobbed there for a dozen strokes making little mewing sounds as he sucked. He then took my cock out of his mouth and began licking up and down the shaft, rubbing it against his face as he licked on the side of the thick warm skin. He finally stood up, and still holding onto my cock stood on his toes and kissed me, a passionate tongue mauling kiss, his nostrils flaring from his heavy breathing. "Oh brah," he said when he finally broke away, "I want you dick in me so bad brah." He melted into my arms at that point, hugging me tightly with his one available arm, the other hand still gripping onto my cock like a four year old with his toy. The thought of fucking the hot young thing had entered my mind and I figured that it might just be possible. After all, I do carry pillow paks of lube in my backpack for just such emergencies. But, first things first. I dropped to my knees and looked directly at his almost smooth flat body, flat except for the five inches cock in my face and the delicious looking nuts underneath it. His cock was so inviting I could almost have just looked at it for awhile. Almost. I leaned in, cupped his soft smooth balls in one hand and took in the musky odor of boy, reveling in his scent for just a moment then taking the head and the entire shaft into my mouth until my nose hit his sparse pubic hairs. I pulled it almost all the way out immediately, licking the swollen head as I hit the end, then went back for seconds. "Oh fuck bra, you suck so good, bra dat nevah feel ladat befo'. He talked softly as I sucked him and it didn't take long for his words to change. "I gone cum brah, fuck I gone cum." And cum he did. Not a lot but I felt at least three small shots of warm boy cum fire into the back of my throat and slide down toward my belly. I quit movement, allowing him the serenity of his sperming by not continuing to move about on the sensitive head of his young cock, and felt his flesh pulsing gently in my mouth, his body slowly squeezing out the last few drops of his tribute to Eros. I finally turned the still rigid hunk of boy cock loose and stood up. Kam melted into my arms, pulling my head down so that he could kiss me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth as his firm little body pressed into mine. "Dat da bes' suck I evah' have brah, now mebee you give da bes' fuck." I went for my pack and pulled out the small lube pillow paks then returned to where kam stood, absently stroking his cock which hadn't diminished in size at all. He led me to a tumble of rocks and earth where he sat, then laid backwards. He then raised his legs and placed them on huge boulders that sat on each side of where he lay. In effect it was like a Dr.'s office table, the rocks acting like stirrups so that the boy's ass was spread wide open, his dark brown wrinkled hole inviting me in. Obviously this boy was no virgin. "Come brah, you fuck me now, eh." I stepped up to him, ripping open a pillow pak and slathering my throbbing dick with lube. I opened a second one and smeared the stuff all over and into the boy's tight hole then slipped a middle finger inside of him. "Ooohhh ya, brah," he moaned as I began finger fucking him, massaging his prostate a little bit in each pass. After a moment I slipped a second finger in him, stretching his muscle out in preparation for the onslaught of my fat cock. I had a little lube on my other hand so wrapped it around Kam's rock hard young cock and stroked it slowly, concentrating on the swollen head and it didn't take a whole long time before he said, "Oh fuck brah, put it in me, put you big dick in my okole brah, you fuck me now brah." I was amazed at just how perfect a fuck platform the earth was going to make as I slipped my fingers out of the boy's asshole and quickly put the head of my cock in. He winced in pain but said to keep going. I watched, as I usually do, as inch after inch of my hard flesh disappeared inside the boy's body until my pubes were touching his skin. He reached down and put his hand on my lower abdomen where it was touching his ass. "Ho brah, you got it all in, I took all you dick brah." He had a smile on his face, and his tone of voice indicating pride at the accomplishment. I began the process, sliding about half way out before going back in. About every fifth stroke I ground my ass in circles or just wiggled it back and forth, causing my cock to bang against the walls of his insides. All the while, Kam was moaning. I began to pick up speed. I loved fucking teenage boys and when I fucked one for the first time, I seem to get hot pretty quick. Fucking outside helps enhance the feelings, my balls swinging in the wind and all and perhaps even the possibility of getting caught. You can call it what you want but I was getting hot. The boy was tight, my cock hadn't been inside a boy for a while and it liked being where it was. Kam scooted his butt down further, opening himself up even more and his moaning took on a deeper tone, his breathing more rapid. "OH fuck brah, fuck me wit you big dick, stuff dat ting in my ass brah, oh fuck, I gone cum brah I gone fuckin cum so hahd brah." His eyes were closed, head moving from side to side as he jacked furiously on his stone hard cock. I felt the tingle in my belly and knew I was there, right alongside him. "I'm there Kam," I whispered, "I'm gonna cum, oh fuck I'm gonna cum." I wasn't lying, I did. Boy did I cum. I felt my whole body break out in chicken skin as my cock swelled inside the boy's tight ass and my body pumped out jet after jet of hot cum inside his body. Kam quickly moved his feet to my chest and wiggled his butt back and forth as he moaned out in his own orgasm, droplets of his young sperm flying out almost to his dark nipples. His ass wiggling was hot as hell and I felt the tingle again as my body experienced the brief moment of a second, but dry, cumming. We both slowed to a stop and everything was quiet, except for our heavy breathing. He finally opened his eyes, still only about halfway though. "Doan take you dick out yet brah," he whispered. "I like how it feel in me." I told him I had no intention of taking it out any time real soon. He dropped his legs to my side but the fit was tight, the boulders being very close in. I leaned down, told him to put his arms around my neck and when he did I told him to hold on then lifted him up. His weight pushed my cock a little deeper into his body causing him to moan and smile at the same time. I turned around and sat back down with him on my lap, my still hard cock keeping us connected. "Ho brah, I like dis," and he put his lips to mine, kissing me hard, his tongue meeting mine for a moment then searching around the inside of my mouth. He finally broke the kiss but kept his face in close to mine, the ever present smile still there. "You da bes' mister. You have come back and fuck me mo time, eh?" He knew my name but in Hawaii kids often call adults Mr. or miss. At least until they got to know you pretty good and even then. Kam sat on my lap, giving me little kisses and wiggling is slim tight little ass eventually moving from gentle afterglow playing to serious fucking. How or when we moved from the one arena to the other I couldn't say but happen it did and Kam was working on me, his eyes closed, head moving on his narrow shoulders and the litany of words. "Oh brah, you dick feel so fucking good in me, mmmmmm, oooohhhhh, fuck brah I love you dick in me brah," and more. My hand moved to his hips and butt, pulling him to me, encouraging his fucking me, my own hips moving as much as they could to meet him, to force as much of my rock hard cock into his young teenage ass as I could manage. When I finally came it was with force and fury and I cried out as cum fired up my tube and blasted into Kam's body. When I finally subsided the young boy laughed then moved his upper body away from mine in order to grasp onto his own cock then jack off, coming fairly quickly, the small amount of fluid popping out of his slit and sliding down the head onto his thumb. Time passed and after a little more kissing, hugging and holding, my cock softened and slowly oozed out of him, causing a low moan from the loss. When I finally dropped the cute young boy off at the Seven-Eleven in Makaha, he had my phone number and I had his promise to call me for another hook-up. "I promise brah. I like you dick too much brah to no see you again," he said with a smile and walked into the store without looking back. Chapter II As I've said before, boys that are willing and ready to play can be found practically anywhere and everywhere. About the only place I haven't found a boy that wanted to play was a funeral home, probably cause I'd yet to have any reason to be there. But I've gotten about as close to that situation as possible. I'd been sitting in my Dr's office situated on the fifteenth floor of a hospital for about twenty minutes of what was supposed to be an hour wait. I'd had some blood work done and the good doctor wanted and needed me to wait. I supposed that I could have left but it was that hour of the day where traffic was heating up and given the fact that it was the beginning of a three day weekend and the weather was totally abysmal, going home and waiting it out wasn't an option and there was no place close by worth my time and travel either. So, there I sat, reading National Geographic's that were three years old. I gave him a first glance when he came through the office door, a second glance when I heard his voice. Maybe fourteen, he looked full on Japanese and was fairly plain, in my opinion fairly typical Japanese. With light brown Asian coloration, he was fairly slender, about five foot seven or so and weighed in about one fifteen. His pitch-black hair was short and spiky, his flat nose supporting smaller-ish, round wire rimmed glasses; something else I found to be typical Japanese. I was struck by his voice because it seemed unnaturally deep for a boy his age, a trait that I automatically attributed to larger, more sexually developed balls. Right or wrong, it was my own thing. He came over and sat down across from me, our chairs separated by a low table covered with magazines on health and medicine. He sat with his feet flat and semi outstretched which caused his pants to form more around his covered boyhood. That certainly looked promising. He made eye contact with me and smiled, revealing white teeth with a set of those newer plastic braces. Instead of detracting from his looks it sort of enhanced them, making him seem a little bit cuter. His eyes traveled down to my crotch, lingered a moment, then went back up to my eyes. Another smile. The receptionist called out a name, Jason, and the boy stood up, giving me a better view of the crotch of his jeans and as he turned, I noticed that it seemed a little bit bulging and sort of moved a little bit as he turned and went back over to the front of the reception desk. "Your mother say's she's going to be at least another forty minutes." He returned to his seat and the same kind of position he was in before where he picked up a magazine and begun thumbing through it. Holding it with one hand, his other hand went down to rub at one side of the bulge at his groin then went back to holding the magazine. I stretched my legs out, allowing my own crotch to be clear to the boy's vision, doing a little bit of flirting and inviting, just in case. The movement was not lost on the boy. Still looking at the magazine he did the same. Five minutes passed and his hand moved again only this time it snaked down inside the front of his jeans and stayed there a good fifteen seconds while he scratched, readjusted, or just plain fondled. I didn't know and didn't much care what the reason was. We were around the corner from the desk and there was no one in the office so were essentially in private. He removed his hand, glancing at me over the top of the magazine in his hand, his eyes moving from my face, blatantly to my crotch, then back to my eyes again. I smiled at him while my eyes did what his had done. Then he did something that took me by surprise. He nodded with his eyes and his head, ever so perceptively, toward the door, the smile still on his face. I nodded and stood up then headed toward the door and once outside the office walked over to the floor to ceiling windows that over looked the freeway. A few minutes later I heard the office door open then snap shut. "Pssssst," I heard. I turned and saw the boy nod at me to follow him. He walked down the hallway and stopped at a door, pulled some keys from his pocket and unlocked it and stepped in. I reached the door as he went through, the boy holding it open for me and once in he closed it softly then turned a deadbolt. I looked around to see a room obviously in the stage of remodeling, the limited light provided by a small lamp in what might eventually be a reception area. "My mom's a pediatrician and this is going to be her new office. No body has keys except these, my mom's." That said he went on, "So, you want to see my cock? I want to see yours." He was unbuttoning his jeans as he spoke figuring that since I followed him, I must be as interested as he was. He was right. The pants were fully opened, the white cotton of tighty whities clearly visible. Equally visible was the bulge I'd seen beneath the jeans. He stepped closer to me, his hand rubbing at the front of his underwear as I unbuttoned and opened my own jeans and once that was done, the boy pulled the front of his briefs down, freeing a large half hard boy cock. He shoved the briefs and pants down so that his balls were also free from the fabric and allowed me to take in his body. The boy was hung, pure and simple, an atypical Japanese trait. I was looking at a swelling circumcised cock that had to be eight inches long and fairly thick. His pubic hair was pitch-black and mostly straight, something I'd found fairly common with Asian males. His patch wasn't very large, seemingly restricted to the base of his magnificent cock. The balls underneath were smooth and hairless, a medium size. I pulled my own underwear down underneath my own smooth-due to shaving-balls, the head of my own seven plus inches of cock on the rise. "You got a pretty nice cock," he said as he stepped closer and reached out to grasp onto my dick, his grip encouraging a rapid growth situation. I did the same, my hand encircling his growing shaft and squeezing gently, feeling his boyhood thicken and grow rigid in my hand. "Let's go in the back," he said huskily. He turned and headed through a doorway, a hand at the back of his jeans holding them in place but not pulling them up. I could see a few inches of dusky butt cleft on what might just be a fairly delectable ass. What could I do but follow. We entered another room, mostly finished, where an examination table sat. The boy immediately kicked his sandals off while he tugged off his t-shirt, a movement that allowed his jeans to fall to the ground and giving me a much better view of his ass. My first ass-essment had been correct. He turned to face me, his huge cock sticking out from his slender body almost cartoon like, his smooth balls grazing the waistband of his underwear. I peeled my own clothes of as he began stroking his cock, eyes on my crotch as I undressed, and when I was naked he said, "Lay on the table, I want to suck your dick." I did as I was asked, legs spread for my examination. The boy slipped his briefs off and moved next to the table and began fondling my cock, slowly stroking it. He then held it upright, leaned down and took the thick head into his mouth and sucked it. His tongue explored my flesh, licking at the slit and around the gently curving edges of the head. Holding the head with his mouth, he switched hands and while the new hand held the shaft and gently stroked, the other hand went to my balls and fondled them, rolling them softly in his hand. My own hand wasn't far from the hose protruding from his taut pubic area so I let it drop over the edge of the table and grasp onto him. He turned his body so that I could have better access to him and I stroked and pulled on his young teenage monster cock as he continued suckling mine. I glanced down at the cock in my hand and saw a fair amount of liquid oozing from the tip so slid my hand over the swollen fat head, tightened my grip on the warm flesh and twisted my hand, smearing the precum all over the sensitive glans. The boy gasped audibly at the motion and actually took my cock out of his mouth to breathe. "Ooohhh," moaned out, his head drooping onto my belly. I started to swing my legs off the table to sit up. "I want your cock in my mouth Jason, trade me places," and I slid off the table. Using the built in step at the end of the table, he stood then sat on the edge, legs draped over the side and I got between the smooth thighs, opened them up and dove in. I licked at his smooth ball sac, nudging the eggs inside around with my tongue. I licked up the shaft then moved to the side of the table where I had full access to him. "God you've got a huge cock for a boy your age, how old are you?" He smiled and told me he'd be fourteen in a week then said he got lots of comments from boys in his gym class, having the biggest cock among them, a fact I had no doubt was true. I held the pulsing thick boy dick in my hand and took the head into my mouth along with about two inches of the shaft. While I'm pretty good at sucking cock, this one was one of the bigger ones in my experience and taking more than I did would be difficult if not impossible. Jason lay back on the table while I paid homage to his award winning boyhood, stroking him as I suckled the upper regions of his cock. As with most young teenage boys, it didn't take long and there was little warning. One minute I was stroking and sucking the next I felt his body stiffen, the thick cock in my hand swell and I quickly moved my head. "Oooohhhhhh," he moaned as the water hose in my hand almost exploded. A thick ropy strand of cum fired out the slit and landed on his slim chest between small nipples. The second jet did the same, the third one didn't go as far, the fourth less than that. The rest of the squirts were more like gurgles, spitting out little globs that barely cleared the head or just oozing out the slit, sliding down the head and dripping on my fingers or his heaving belly. The boy made a pretty fair amount of sperm for a youngster. Things were quiet for a moment as his breathing then he finally opened his eyes and smiled. "That was pretty fun," he said as he sat up. Looking down at his messy torso he asked me to get some paper form the bathroom around the corner. When I returned he was standing up, his cock having softened to about half way. I cleaned him off, and he allowed me the liberty of doing so commenting that he sort of liked that, nobody had done if for him before. When I was done he asked if I wanted to cum. When I told him it wasn't necessary, and it wasn't, he almost insisted. "I love watching another guy shoot and I'd really like to make you do it." I knew that it would take forever but I also wanted to have him touch me, to stoke me so I agreed and lay back on the table. He went to work immediately, stroking the shaft, licking at the head, sucking on it for a few minutes at a time while I went about playing with his cock and causing it to grow back to it's full length. My other hand went between my legs, pulling and squeezing on my balls. I finally had to take over the stroking while Jason did my balls and eventually I came, my own cum shooting like always to my chest and all over the front of my body. Jason was impressed. "Ho, that's a lot of sperm," he said. "I never seen that much. Of course I haven't seen all that much 'cept mine but still." He brought me more paper and took the liberty of cleaning me off, doing so gently and with care. We were left with my dick slowly drooping and his fully raised. "You wanna cum again?" I asked him. He smiled, looked at his watch and said he had about fifteen more minutes before his mom would be ready to go so yeah, he'd love to come again. I asked him he had last showered and since he'd had swimming after school, it had been about ninety minutes before. "Have you ever been rimmed?" He had a questioning look on his face as he shook his head no. I told him to turn around and lay across the table and when he did as I asked I got to my knees behind him, and rubbed and squeezed on his butt, finding it fairly firm. I licked up and down his gluteal cleavage, trying to get underneath to lick at the underside of his soft sensitive balls. He spread his legs further for me to do just that and when I reached them his knees sagged slightly. I placed my hands on each cheek and peeled the orbs open, revealing his dark wrinkled inner core. I sniffed once, detected a very slight musky odor, a little chlorine and, of course, healthy ripe boy and then I dove in. I licked at his tight hole, flicking my tongue on it and all around it. This was Jason's first rim job and he appeared to fall in love with it right away, pushing his ass backward to open himself up even more. He even reached behind and pulled open one cheek allowing my hand to snake between his legs and do a stroke from behind on his big thick young teenage boy hard cock. He began moaning loudly as I worked him and once again, it didn't take a very long time before he almost yelled out that he was cumming. I stroked him harder, worked at trying to force my tongue up inside his asshole and felt the muscle constrict with each squirt, his cock doing the same thing in my hand. Later, as we dressed, I asked if he'd ever had a lover. He said no, that he'd only played with a friend of his but that another friend had been with an older guy, which is why he decided to flirt with me to see what happened. "So you've never fucked a guy or been fucked, is that right?" "No I haven't but I really want to try it. My main friend isn't really interested and my other friend, well, he's got someone so I guess I'll have to wait." "How would you feel about hooking up with me?" I asked him. His face lighting up told me his answer. We found a piece of paper and pencil and I gave him my cell number and we ended our little interlude with his promising to call me soon so we could get together. My blood tests turned out to be okay, no problems but I won't say the time waiting was wasted by any means. Chapter III I was at the grocery store doing some long put off restocking of my larder and as such had a cart filled to the top. The bag boy, a really cute young local Hapa (Hawaiian-mix) lad named Kemana, had been a passing acquaintance in the store for more than a year and often chatted with me if he had the time and the chance. On this particular day he was bagging and when he asked if I wanted him to help me out with the bags I said sure. Like so many local boys he was cute as all hell. A medium brown skin made darker by sun and surf encased a stocky five foot six and a hundred thirty pound frame. Like many island bois his hair was short and spiky and bleached a yellowish blonde that was in need of a touch up. He had large hazel colored eyes with requisite thick girlish lashes, perfect lips and teeth with a ready smile and a very light smattering of dark hair starting to grow on his upper lip, a cute boy trying to cultivate that first real sign of being a grown up. "I love your car brah," he said as we loaded the bags into the trunk area. I been wanting an Eclipse, I got a couple of grand in my savings account, maybe I can make a down payment, you think? I love your wheels to, where'd you get em?" I told him I ordered them from a catalog I'd gotten from the mainland and he asked if he could look at it sometime. "Sure, you're welcome to come over anytime and look through it. Hey, maybe we could even take the car out and you could drive it." His face lit up like zillion watt bulb. "OH man D, you mean it, I could actually drive your car. Brah that would be so awesome. When?" I asked him what time he got off that day and he said in about an hour. I asked if he had plans, he did not. I asked if I should pick him after work and his huge smile told me I could, his voice corroborated it so I agreed to come get him. I was there at the appointed time Kemana was waiting for me, the ever present smile on his cute face. He climbed in on the passenger side, buckled up and looked around the cockpit, commenting on one thing or the other, lastly commenting on the intertwined colored rings hanging on a piece of leather from my rear view mirror. It's actually a bracelet or anklet and was a gift from gay client that I had helped get into a condo that he really wanted. I told Kemana that and the conversation change without further comment. I was pretty sure that the boy had his license but asked anyhow. "Yeah, he said proudly, " I got it last month when I made sixteen." I knew that he was probably pretty young but that was the confirmation that I hadn't had. I asked if he'd driven a stick before and he said that he had. We headed out of the city proper and I pulled over to let him take over. We drove for about a half-hour, headed nowhere. Talk was at a minimum, as I wanted him to pay close attention to what he was doing. Traffic in Honolulu and its environs can be a stimulating experience that requires constant attention, even by experienced drivers. He'd headed back toward town and he asked again about the rims and I said if he wanted we could stop by my place and he could check out the magazine I got them from. He was excited about the proposition so I gave him directions and he got us to my driveway. At the front door I keyed in the alarm on the keypad and we went in, leaving shoes in the entryway as is customary in Hawaii. "Want something to drink?" I asked him. He said yes and I offered my all time favorite raspberry iced tea. "No kidding, that's my favorite to D." I went into the kitchen, poured two large glasses and returned to the living room. Kemana was looking at the books and artwork that practically filled the shelves that take up a full wall in my living room. As I've said before I have a fair amount of gay oriented literature as well as male oriented art work and that was where the cute sixteen year olds' attention seemed to be focused. That was generally the case when boys, or men for that matter, were in that room. His attention seemed focused on the statue "Afterglow" a six inch high figurine of a boy sitting in another boy's lap, facing each other, naked. He turned when I stopped next to him, seemingly a little flushed in the face. I handed him the chilled glass. "Interesting piece of art yes?" I asked him. He nodded his head as he took a sip then said, "Yeah, and they're naked too, why is that do ya think?" I explained the title of the piece and that it was a favorite position after sex, hence the name, but also a common position for sex itself both gay and straight. "You mean like, the one boy has his cock inside the other one?" "Yup, turn it over and look." He set his glass of tea down and carefully picked the piece of art up, turned it over and looked and sure enough the boys were in fact connected and he commented on that. "Gosh the boy's cock sure looks big." I commented that indeed it did, electing not to tell him that I'd actually had sex with the big cocked boy, which is another story entirely. "So, he said as he put the piece back down, "is that your favorite position?" I wasn't sure just where that was going but I had an idea. "Yeah, as a matter of fact it is. I like it because it allows the couple to really hold each other and kiss easily while still connected. It's hard to do that in the regular position." He seemed to take that in then added quietly as he turned to look at me, "With girls or with guys?" I don't lie to people and I saw no reason to start then. "With guys. I am a gay man Kemana, yes." I thought I saw almost a sense of relief pass through his body for a quick second then he said, "That's way cool D. I mean, I sorta kinda think I might like guys too. I mean. I seem to think about em a lot and sort of fantasize about em and stuff when, you know." And at that he gave the universal sign for jacking off. "I understand and you're not alone. A great many boys have questions, are confused, and have a difficult time finding someone to talk to about, let alone do the actual talking." 'Did you have trouble D?" I told him that I hadn't, that I knew early that I was gay. I'd had an affair with an older man who showed me quite a bit about being a gay boy, not just the sex either. We talked some more about being gay, including some of the actual sexual activities, which prompted me showing him a copy of THE JOY OF GAY SEX that he found very interesting. Of course he wanted to know if I'd done some of those things and he sort of chuckled when I told him I'd done most of them. "I can only imagine it D," he replied with a shy smile. "I don't even know any gay people, well, other than you." He was quiet a moment then said, "Hey, maybe you could show me about being gay." He realized what he's just proposed and tried to back out of it with the only kidding statement. I smiled at him and told him that I would be honored to help him if he decided that was what he wanted to do. "It's kind of embarrassing talking about it like that, ya know. I mean, I wouldn't even know where to start and I think I might feel sort of weird." "HHmmm, I can understand how you might feel. Tell you what. I'm hot and sort of sweaty. What do you think about taking a swim?" He said he didn't have any board shorts with him and I told him I probably had some that would fit him but hey, considering the discussion we'd just had, perhaps not wearing board shorts would be an option. He considered that offer for a moment then nodded his head. "Okay." I stood up, said to follow me, and headed out through the sliding glass doors from my dining room. Once outside, I pulled a couple of towels from an outdoor cabinet and tossed them on a chaise lounge then began pulling my clothes off and dropping them on the concrete that bordered the pool. I didn't watch Kemana, wanting to allow him some privacy but just went about my business and once nude, took three steps and dove into the pool, surfacing in the middle. I turned back to where I'd come from, saw him mid dive and in a millisecond he was under water, surfacing close to where I was treading water. He had a smile on his cute face and said that he'd needed that, the cool water. I agreed with him then started for the side of the pool where I stood feet flat in the water. Kemana followed me but being shorter he had to continue treading water. I reached out toward him, encouraging him to come closer, which he did. I took an arm and placed it around my neck at the same time telling him to put his legs around me. When he did so, our faces were only inches apart. "There," I said, "now you don't have to waste a bunch of energy staying afloat." I could feel his balls against me and slipped my hands under the water, one to hold him at the back, the other going underneath and holding his slender butt. That got a smile out of him and he snuggled in a little closer and I felt his rigid cock against my belly and felt my cock thicken and stretch out in the water beneath us. "Am I too heavy for you D, I can move off ya know." "No, you're not too heavy and why would I want you to move. I enjoy having you this close." He smiled and said that made him feel good, sort of special. We stayed that way for a few moments, my hand rubbing up and down his back, both of his hands on my shoulders. I finally asked him if he was ready to get out of the pool and when he nodded his head I moved toward the shallow end and as I started out I slipped my other hand under his butt to support his weight. He got the message that I was willing to carry him out of the pool and pressed his entire body against mine, resting his head on a shoulder. Once on dry land I bent slightly to allow the boy to dismount, as it were, without getting hung up on my full on stiff dick. We stepped away from each other and simply looked, checking each other out. I was looking at a fairly firm mid teen body. Slender but not thin, I could see that his body was fairly well defined, right on down to the six inches of cut boy cock that was sticking up in the air. His pubic patch, flattened by the water, was a rectangle at the base of his pride and joy, wider than it was high, black as night but seemingly a tidy nest. His balls looked like they were mostly hairless and were a round sac beneath his cock, not hangers like mine tended to be and not held tight like a little boy. All in all it was a nice sexy package. "Jeez D your cock is so huge. Gosh it makes mine look like a little kids." He stepped closer. "Can I?" he asked extending his hand forward slightly. I nodded my head and he grasped onto my dick and like any other boy or man, he squeezed it gently up and down the full seven plus inches of its hard length. In turn, I took hold of his dick and did the same thing, causing his breathing to come a little quicker. His hand moved to my balls where he hefted and fondled the package, commenting on how large and heavy they felt. "I bet you blast a lot of cum," he said, almost in awe. "Keep this up and you'll find out," I responded to which he chuckled, "Me too." I decided to accelerate matters so got on one knee and pulled the rampant piece of flesh downward then leaned in and took the satiny head into my mouth. Kemana let out a moan as he experienced the long dreamed of first blowjob. I bobbed on his dick, taking most of it into my mouth, the head banging off the back of my throat on the down gulp. I held onto the shaft and stroked it while I suckled him, my other hand squeezing and tugging on his nuts. The boy put his hands on my head and began the time eternal movement, slowly fucking into my mouth. I wanted to watch him cum as I usually do the first time with a new boy. I loved watching them unload their fresh young teenage sperm, watching the expressions on their smooth faces as they make their first tribute to Venus at my touch. I stood up and led him to where the towels were, handing him one and taking one for myself and doing a quick dry. Kemana did the same then I laid him on a chaise lounge and went back to work, resting my head on his taut belly while I sucked and stroked his pulsing boy cock. "Fuck D I'm gonna shoot really fast." I continued my efforts for a moment or two then removed my head and stroked his cock a little faster, making his balls jump with each stroke and bringing the boy to his crisis. I felt the flesh thicken in my hand and Kemana moaned out his ugggs and oohhh's and ahhh's as his teenage cock erupted, his body pulsing out three solid jets of sperm then slowing down to four more squirts that diminished in strength and volume until his penis slit was simply oozing the thin white fluid of his balls and prostate down over my thumb. I allowed my hand to glide up over the head of his cock, gently rubbing his cum all over the sensitive glans. That lasted about three seconds before he started giggling for me to stop. It takes some practice to hold still while someone else does that too you, something he might eventually learn. "Fuck that was awesome," he said between panting breaths. I smiled then leaned down and licked the cooling sperm from where the first two jets landed between his small brown nipples. "What's it taste like, someone else's cum?" "Just like your own," I smiled at him, the smile I received back telling me that he's sampled his own wares. I grabbed a towel and wiped him down, being extra gentle with his slowly softening cock. When I was done I got up and went into the house and brought out our glasses of iced tea, refilled of course. Kemana was still lounging in the same spot, his cock having returned to almost it's deflated state, his breathing likewise. His eyes were closed against the sun but opened when I said, "Here." He took the drink and sipped it then went on to say that what I had done was the best feelings he had in a long time and thanked me for doing it to him. I thanked him for allowing me to do it. "So, can I try sucking on your cock D? I never done it before so you'd have to show me but I think I want to try it." Riiiiiight. And I'm gonna say no to a cute young teenage boy who wants to put my cock in his mouth. I was sure my dick twitched in anticipation. "Sure," I said to him. "Why don't we go into my room though? It would be much more comfortable." Laying on my bed, Kemana gasped onto my cock and stroked it a few times before leaning down to take it into his mouth. I reminded him to cover his teeth with his tongue which he did before taking the swollen head into his mouth. He bobbed there for about a minute before stopping because his mouth got sore from keeping it open so wide for so long. I could understand that as it took everybody practice to give a good long blowjob. "I'm sorry D but my mouth hurts too much. I wanted to make you cum." "Don't worry about it kiddo," I told him. "As for making me cum there are plenty of other things that we can do." I pulled the lube from my nightstand and poured it on the head of my cock and down the shaft. "There, wanna jack me off?" He smiled and nodded his head then grasped onto my cock and began stroking it. "Damn it's so frickin big," he said as he stroked. I told him how to squeeze and work on just the head and he took to it like a duck to water. It didn't take a whole long time before I was at heaven's door and I told him so. "Move off the head sweetie and just jack the shaft." He did as I asked and a moment later I felt the familiar tingle in my belly and balls and then it erupted. I managed four strong ropy strands of cum, all leaving a trail from my nipples to my belly button, the rest dribbling out and down over Kemana's fingers. "Oh man that's a lot of cum," he said as he let go of my cock and looked for some place to wipe his fingers off. "How about we take a shower," suggested and he nodded his head in agreement. I got up off the bed and we headed into my bathroom and climbed in. I made him stand still so I could wash him, allowing him to experience that grand event. I went from his head to his toes and I missed nothing in between, taking plenty of time washing his cock, balls, and asshole, the latter causing a great deal of comment in the form of oohhh'd and aahhh's as well as a few grunts and groans. After I rinsed him, Kemana wanted to do the same to me so he did and in the end we were both hard as stone and agreed that going back to my bed was the best solution to the problem. "Ready to try something new?" I asked him as we lay side by side on the bed. He nodded his head so I had him roll onto his belly while I repositioned myself between his legs and spent a few moments admiring his butt, the twin dusky orbs as well as the crack. With his legs spread, I could easily see his balls resting on the bed, the loose skin of the bag starting about two inches below his still hidden asshole. I loved the sight and gently rubbed his cheeks, slowly opening and closing them as I worked his firm flesh. I finally leaned down and licked up and down the crack a few times before finally prying the cheeks open to reveal the dark wrinkled muscle of his inner core. I leaned in and sniffed, picking up a mix of soap, muskiness and boy then flicked my tongue out and onto the center of the muscle. Of course he was hooked after the first lick. I went to work on him, licking and slurping all over the muscle, into the center and trying to open him up with my tongue. Kemana was moaning loudly as I worked him over. I gave his hole the best or at least the most erotic bath it had ever had. He was grinding his hips into the bed as I ate him and I knew that he'd cum if I didn't slow down. I stopped and moved off the bed only to get the lube from the nightstand. The boy had rolled to his back and smiled at me through have lidded eyes as he slowly stroked his rock hard teenage cock. As I got back between his legs I told him I was going to stick my finger up inside of him and was he okay with that. He nodded his head and spread his legs wide open. I slathered the middle finger of one hand then poured more all over the swollen head of his cock then grasped onto it and twisted at the same time I slipped my lubed finger up inside his tight butt hole. Between the two intense feelings the poor boy almost fainted. "Oh fucking god," he growled in a low voice as my finger grazed across his prostate and my hand mauled the ultra sensitive head of his cock. From time to time I slid down the length of this shaft and stroked it, sometimes rubbing and squeezing his balls with my lubed hand then returning to twist my hand around his cock head. I moved my finger steadily in and out of his tight little asshole and it didn't take a whole long time before Kemana was screaming out his orgasm. I moved off the head of his cock and stayed on the shaft, stroking it furiously while I kept my finger on his prostate and rubbed the walnut sized gland, feeling both of the objects swell beneath my touch. His cock erupted in white goo, the first jet landing at his neck the other three landing between there and his belly button and the rest oozing out, as usual, down onto my fingers. I milked his cock, working to get every drop out of him as I slowly slipped my finger out of his ass causing him to moan slightly. He rolled into me immediately and laid a lip bruising, tongue-battling kiss that took me by surprise and when he was done he nuzzled into the crook of my neck. "That was fantastic D. I never thought I could feel that good. I want to try that on you. After I get a little rest I mean." Rest is just what he meant because within about three minutes I felt his body relax and his breathing slow to almost non-existent. I reached above me to the headboard and found my cum rag and managed to get between our bodies to clean his cooled juices. With nothing else to do, I fell into a gentle sleep as well.