Date: Wed, 8 Nov 2006 06:33:36 -0800 (PST)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Player VII

A recent trip inspired this little adventure. I assure you that
both of these boys do exist as I have described them, their faces
and clothes I mean. I did not see their boyhood charms nor did I
touch them in any way. This is simply another one of my, "What
would happen if.." Experiences. So, enjoy the story. Will there
be more? I can't say. I'm trying to complete the next and
probably last chapter of Mysterious Dragon Boy and I have three
other stories I'm working on; 2 new ones and the next chapter of
Experiencing Angel. Time will tell.
As always, N-Joi
Hugs
Tag_M


"So can I ask you a question Dereck?" the cute young teen asked
in his slow southern drawl as we stood out on the darkened patio
of the restaurant, the music from the wedding reception muted by
the closed doors and the distance from the rest of the party. I
pretty much knew what was coming. It wasn't like I hadn't heard
that lead in before on one or fifty occasions and it almost
always had to do with cock, usually sucking it. I resisted the
temptation to guess and thus put the fourteen year old boy on the
spot and simply said,

"Sure, but call me D." He nodded his head then preluded the
question with the standard disclaimer of telling me I didn't have
to answer if I didn't want to and he didn't mean to be personal
but.

"Well, what's it like to suck a guy's dick? I mean, doesn't it
taste like piss or something? Don't you choke?"

"In answer to the last question, that obviously depends on how
big of a dick you're talking about, but no, I rarely choke and it
generally doesn't taste like piss. Most guys are fairly good at
hygiene and what its like really depends on is how into it a
person is. For me, I love it. I love how guys look, how they feel
to the touch, how they smell, I love just about everything about
guys. It really depends on the cues Tyrell.  If you're straight
then its tits and ass if you're gay then its dick and ass
although guys chests are attractive and their nipples can be
quite sensitive. However, if you're a boy it's mostly about the
feelings that come from being sexual. In general boys your age
are open to experimentation so just about anything you do
sexually is going to feel great." The cute young teen seemed to
ruminate on that then said,

"Well, I just sort of been wondering and there certainly isn't
anyone around here I could ask," around here being in North
Carolina. Based on my interactions with the sexy young thing from
that night as well as the night before, I decided to take a leap.

"I tell you what Tyrell. You know where I'm staying. I'm in cabin
eighteen, under the Maple trees toward the back. If you want to
come by and talk after you're done cleaning up here you're more
than welcome to. No strings attached, okay, no pressure because I
don't play that way." He nodded his head and said he'd think
about it then we both headed back inside to the blaring music and
throng of celebrating people.

I should explain here how I got there.

I was in a small town in North Carolina to attend the wedding of
the niece of a good friend. I'd known Andrea since she was eight
or so, had been a favorite "uncle." She'd moved to Ashville to
attend the University of North Carolina, don't ask me why, met a
young man, fell in love and you know the rest of the story. The
wedding reception had been held at the restaurant of the parent's
of Andrea's best friend and we all had gone there the night
before to get the place decorated. Tyrell, one of the busboys,
had been hired to do the cleanup stuff after the wedding.

Now, Andrea had known I was gay since she was able to understand
the concept and being a liberal young woman accepted and embraced
my sexuality completely. I'd visited her a couple of times and
all of her friends, her future husband and just about everyone
within fifty miles knew I was gay and at no time had I ever felt
anything but acceptance from all of them. Of course they all knew
that I was a martial artist and a sensei to boot but I really
don't think that had anything to do with the respect that I got.

I'd been introduced to much of the staff  five days before when
we'd gone there for dinner, Tyrell being one of those I was
introduced to. About five foot seven, the boy was fairly slender,
his mid ear length dark brown hair was somewhat wavy, flipping up
at his collar and behind his ears. In front, the bang was almost
falling into large hazel colored eyes that were framed by thick
brows and lashes that matched his hair color. I caught the boy
looking at me a number of times and when I nodded my head to him
he smiled, accenting his high cheekbones and flashing his pearly
white teeth then turned away. I knew the behavior and I knew the
look and I suspected from the first that he just might be the
first southern boy I'd get to taste. I was wrong on that count
however as he turned out to be the second but damn sure was the
cutest, not that the other two weren't cute as well.

Anyway, by some strange co-incidence, my first conversation with
the boy happened in the bathroom the night before the wedding
when we were all at the restaurant decorating. We stood side by
side at the urinals, a three foot wall between us providing
privacy and young teen asked if I was enjoying my stay in North
Carolina and of course I said I was.  I was a little surprised
that he initiated the conversation but one of the things I found
in the south was the incredible politeness, sentences almost
always ending in "sir". Tyrell was no exception. Once the ice had
been broken Tyrell felt safe enough to talk to me as we all went
about the work of making the large dining room more wedding
reception friendly. Once he was standing close by when my niece's
future husband asked why my partner hadn't come, assuming that I
had one since he knew that my invitation had "and guest" after my
name on the envelope. I'd responded that I hadn't been in a
relationship for a few years and Tyrell innocently commented that
it must be lonely. When I assured the boy and the small group
that I was definitely not lonely, the adults chuckled and the boy
got embarrassed, his pale face flushing, and turned away. He
later apologized to me privately and I reassured him that the
question, in fact any question, was fine with me, I had no
problem with it.

So it seemed that during the decoration as well as the reception
Tyrell seemed to find himself within my proximity quite a bit and
once he had turned quickly and quite by accident I found myself
holding the boy for a moment, my arms around his narrow waist and
his on my forearms, our faces only inches apart. He got
embarrassed again but didn't exactly rush from my embrace
although he smiled and gently back away, our eyes locked on each
other's. Fortunately no one saw what had happened or most likely
I would have lost the boy. Throughout both nights I had the
opportunity to touch Tyrell's arm or shoulder or even his back,
always conversationally or in passing and most of the time I'd
gotten a smile from him. When I said my goodnights and left the
reception I quietly reminded the boy that the invitation was
still open.

So it was that I wasn't at all surprised when I heard a soft
knock on my cabin door a little after midnight, some twenty
minutes after the reception ended. I opened the door to see the
boy standing nervously under the small covered porch and since it
was rather chilly I stepped aside and invited him in. He plopped
down on the sofa and accepted an offered soda which I pulled out
of the small fridge. We made small talk for a few minutes, got
quiet, then I told him I was sorry if I had embarrassed him when
I made the comment about not being lonely. The cute young thing
blushed a little bit and smiled then said it was it was okay, the
first part drawn to more or an ow as in short for ouch and Ki as
in kite. I rather liked his voice, one that wasn't fully into
puberty yet but working in that direction. I told him that I
preferred to date, as opposed to being with one person, although
truth be told, may gay relationships were sort of open. That
peaked his interest and he asked a few questions, seemingly
interested in my being with more than one person at the same
time. He naively asked how a person knew what to do in that sort
of situation and when I told him it was pretty easy to figure out
since there were plenty of body parts for everybody he blushed
again.

He changed tack and commented that I didn't seem like the regular
type of gay, that he would never have guessed I was gay. I nodded
my head and said that he'd be surprised if he knew that at least
one of his friends or other boys he knew was gay or questioning.
He wasn't quite ready to believe me but I said,

"Trust me Tyrell," then added, "I've already met one boy in this
town who is." The boy's eyes lit up and he slip forward on the
small sofa.

"Really, who is it?" I told him that I never kissed and told
which prompted him to ask if had actually been with the boy and I
nodded my head. Normally I wouldn't just offer up that
information but I figured that Tyrell was most likely ready to
experiment otherwise why would he be sitting in my motel room at
almost one in the morning, and needed a little bit of
encouragement.

"What did you do with him D?"

"Again, I generally don't kiss and tell but I think it's safe to
say that he got all of his questions answered before he left my
bed." I elected to leave out the part about my being in the boy's
bed, not mine.

"Do you always go with boys or do you go with men sometimes too,"
he asked innocently. I explained that I have been with both but
that I prefer teenagers and when he asked why I said,

"Well, generally because they're so curious, most of the time
they're willing to try things and because I know how intense the
feelings are for a boy and that's a turn on for me. Boys trust me
and when they discover that I'm a considerate and patient teacher
as well as lover they often make a return trip to my bed. And,
just so you understand Tyrell, just because I'm gay doesn't mean
that every boy I spent time with is gay. Teenage boys are all
interested in sex and at your age, having a same sex experience
is considered experimentation and not an indication of sexual
orientation, not even a little bit."

 I didn't generally go through that speech but I felt that Tyrell
needed some reassurance of some kind and in this case it seemed
to work. He was quiet a moment as if reflecting on the
information that I'd provided and after a solid minute I finally
decided to take the lead.

"Can I ask you a question Tyrell?" He nodded his head. "Are you
thinking that perhaps you're interested in having me show you
some things?" He didn't move for a good twenty seconds, which, in
a situation like that can seem like forever, then nodded his head
slowly. "Okay, tell you what," I said quietly, "how about if you
let me direct things. I'll keep it really simple and
uncomplicated. If there's something you want me to do then just
say so, alright?" Again he nodded his head but this time he
looked me in the eye and at the same time pressed the palm of his
hand into his crotch. I'd noticed that the boy had been doing a
little bit of squirming but I had elected not to comment on it.
Putting a boy on the spot is not the fastest way to get him out
of his clothes.

I stood up, at the same time telling him to get comfortable and
suggesting that lying on the sofa would be best. I would have
preferred the bed but sometimes boys get a little spooked at
that. I went into the bed room however and turned on a table lamp
then returned to the living room and turned that light off,
leaving the room bathed in indirect light. I went to where Tyrell
was lying on the sofa, his eyes following me, and knelt. When I
asked if he was ready he nodded his head.

I reached out and placed my hand directly on his crotch, aiming
for where I assumed his cock was, and discovered that he seemed
full on hard. I squeezed on the firm flesh a few times then found
the zipper and pulled it down. I let my fingers sneak inside the
opening and of course they ran smack dab into the rigid flesh,
now only a thin fabric between it any my fingers. Once again I
squeezed what I'd encountered beneath what felt like jockey
briefs. Tyrell's breathing was becoming a little more rapid and I
knew in my heart that the boy was dying to have his pride and joy
released from the confines it was in. I removed my hand from
inside the slacks and went to work on the belt and button then
pulled the flaps open to reveal the bulge in his pale blue
briefs. I elected at that time to just get the boy naked so put
my fingers under the waistband, lifted then pulled downward.
Tyrell helped by lifting his slender little butt off the sofa and
at the same time unbuttoning the dress shirt he was wearing. I
pulled the clothing to just below the knees knowing that in a
heightened sexual state most guys like to be able to spread their
legs open. That being done I took time to simple look at the
buffet of erogenous areas before me.

Tyrell was all boy where it counted, a six plus inch tube of
flesh hanging in the air a good two inches above a very flat and
seemingly taut belly that bobbed slightly as his young heart
pumped blood through it. He was cut and from where I was it
appeared as though his cock head was in perfect proportion to the
shaft, a medium girthed pale shaft. His nest of hair, as black as
that of his head, seemed confined to the base of his boyhood
pride and joy, not yet encroaching into the crease between his
pelvic bone and thighs but filled out upward on his pubic bone.
His sperm makers hung fairly low, medium sized eggs in a mostly
hairless bag. I reached out and took hold of his cock and the boy
gasped at my touch. I held him upright, saw the shiny residue of
arousal and licked it from him eliciting another intake of
breath. I lowered my head and took his swollen flesh into my
mouth and closed my lips.

I slowly stroked him, that is, when every inch of his cock wasn't
inside my mouth. I let my tongue explore the satiny surface of
his cock head, feeling the stickiness of precum as it leaked out.
I let my hand move lower and cup his balls, hefting the nuggets
and gently tugging on them and getting yet another gasp. My left
hand traveled north after rubbing on his belly and sought out a
nipple. I thought about sucking it as my fingers enticed it to
firmness but figured if things went well I'd have plenty of
opportunity to breast feed on the boy.

I figured that Tyrell would be like just about every other boy
I'd ever known and not be able to last very long, the feelings of
his first blow job being too incredibly intense for the boy so I
concentrated on the cues. He started gently lifting his hips
slightly in opposition to my head bobbing and getting a little
mouth fuck action going and then simply muttered and "oh fuck."
As much as I love eating a young boys cum I prefer to watch him
cum that first time I'm with him. I love watching the emotions
play across a boy's face as he experiences his first sperming
with me, the rictus of pain or intense pleasure that then changes
into something that looks more like awe at what's happening to
his young body then finally relaxing as he rides the pleasure of
an intense orgasm.

I removed my mouth immediately, felt his cock swell in my fist as
he thrust his hips up against my stroking hand. The first
offering was a small glob that sort of plopped out and dropped
close to his belly button. The second shot was the volley, a
stream of thick white goo that landed almost at the boy's neck
leaving a four inch gash of white. The second third and fourth
shots were similar in amount and distance, splattering the area
between his neck and lower chest in boy sperm. After that his
cock slowed to an oozing dribble, his cum slipping down over the
top of his cock head and onto my fingers. I continued to stroke
him, grasping tightly at the base of his cock and moving upward,
milking the tube to clear out all of the nectar that his balls
had released. The thing finally oozed to a stop and I let go.

I stood up, needing to readjust myself as my dick was more than
crowded. Tyrell had opened his eyes and resumed slowly loving
himself as he watched me.

"Are you gonna jack off now D?" he asked and when I put it back
on him and asked if that was what he wanted he nodded his head. I
unbuttoned, unzipped and shoved my slacks and underwear down then
stood before him, my cock sticking out in his direction. His half
lidded dark eyes opened wide as he saw my cock for the first
time. "God you're big," he whispered. "Take your pants all the
way off D."

I did as the boy asked while he did the same then stood next to
the sofa looking down at him. "Now what?" I asked. I figured that
I'd play along with whatever he was willing to do.

There are a lot of guys who say that young teenage boys don't
have fantasies beyond tits, pussy and getting their cocks sucked.
That's pretty much horse shit in my humble opinion. Boys these
days have seen it all by the time they're thirteen if they own
computer. Straight boys have all kinds of fantasies so what makes
any one think that queer boys don't have fantasies that are just
as complicated or detailed.

"Jack off," he said, pushing his shirt away from his slender
chest. I didn't need to ask for further directions. The boy
wanted to wear my cum. I started stroking, sliding my hand up and
down my cock, the boy below me doing the same thing to his own
boyhood pride and joy while his eyes were focused on me. He
elected to take the liberty of reaching up with his free hand and
cupping my nuts and squeezing them tenderly. Like most guys I
have the ability, generally, to bring on an orgasm quicker or
slower depending on what peripheral things are going on. Having a
cute young teenage boy as an incentive certainly helps bring it
on.

"Where do you want it Tyrell?" I asked him and he said to mix it
with his. From that height I was as likely to spray the boy's
chest as well as the back of the sofa so asked if I could try
something and he gave me the go ahead. Since he was already
closer to the edge of the sofa I moved over him and knelt one leg
between him and the sofa back, the other still flat on the floor,
effectively straddling the boy. I stayed high enough up so that
he could reach his cock between my legs, although my jacking
caused my balls to rub back and forth across his forearm, not an
unpleasant thing in the least. Tyrell's breathing was beginning
to pick up pace again so I concentrated hard on getting to a
point that we might actually be able to cum together. I wondered
if the boy was interested in finishing me off, actually taking a
hand as it were in making me cum, and decided against asking him.
He hadn't actually shown an interest in my stuff other than to
cup my nuts so I assumed that he was in more of a receiving mode
than anything more mutual. Too, some boys feel that actually
touching another guy makes them gay so they're willing to do
almost anything else as long as they don't touch.

I reached behind me and found the boy's balls, the eggs moving
about in tandem with his jacking motion. He groaned as I played
with his sperm makers, letting my finger move downward to trail
up and down at the beginning of his crack. I sensed that the boy
was getting close so decided that I could go any time, that if he
wasn't there when I went off the act of getting splattered with
my warm cum would probably get him the rest of the way.

"I'm ready Tyrell, here it goes," I breathed quietly as I felt my
balls tighten. My cock swelled a half second later and I groaned
as the first jet of sperm shot up through my eight inches of dick
and flew out the tip. I'd kept my cock pointed more perpendicular
to my body so that the boy could wear my sperm and while I should
have calculated it happening, I was a little surprised that it
turned into a facial, or at least a partial facial.

The first shot of cum blasted the boy just beside his left
nostril, the shock of being hit causing him to jerk quickly. It
left a trail of white goo down over his lips, which were slightly
open, and onto his chin. To his credit the boy didn't close his
eyes but watched intently and I heard him mutter a "yes" half
under his breath as I shot again, then another six full jets of
an equal amount of cream. Tyrell groaned out loud just after my
third shot, his arm picked up speed and I felt the warmth of his
sperm as it hit me about mid back. By the time my cock was
reduced to dribbling Tyrell's chin, neck and upper chest were
awash in cum, mine mixing with his. I had felt at least four hits
against my back as the young teenager spermed out for the second
time in less than fifteen minutes, a testimony to the
recuperative powers of adolescents. I felt his arm slow down
about the same time that mine did and like I had done to him, I
milked my cock, forcing the remaining liquid up out of my
urethra. When I felt I was done I leaned forward and drug my
dripping cock head against his belly in an attempt to wipe it off
but of course that didn't work. All it did was mix our cum
together, sort of like stirring milk into pancake batter. Sort of
smelled like pancake batter too.

I put my weight on my standing foot and moved from above the
naked, cum covered boy then stood to the side and watched him
come down off of his orgasmic high. Tyrell opened his eyes and
looked at me, wiped my cum from his lips and said quietly,

"Jesus fucking Christ wasn't that was something !" I nodded my
head and agreed with him. It had been intense for me as well.

"I'm thinking that a simple wipe down isn't going to be really
effective Tyrell. I'm going to take a shower, would you like to
join me?" The boy agreed with me and three minutes later we were
both rinsed off. I asked if he'd let me wash him and he nodded
his head. I grabbed the bottle of scented body wash and began the
process, having to be careful not to bang my arms or elbows in
the rather confined space. I loved bathing a boy, running my
soapy hands over his smooth body, feeling the growing muscle,
knowing that he was experiencing yet another new situation with a
different set of feelings. Tyrell returned the favor, washing
down every bit of my body, handling my boyhood parts with
gentleness while commenting on how big everything was.

"Do you actually get this into a boy's butt," he asked as he
soaped down my half hard cock. When I said that I did he wondered
briefly how that might feel and I told him that it depended
entirely on the boy and how hot I could get him before I  put it
inside of him.

"At the risk of scaring you to much, we can try it if you'd like
Tyrell." He gave that some thought as I turned the water off and
we got out and dried off.

"I can't tonight D, I should be getting home, but I'll think
about it. How long are you going to be here?" I told him and he
nodded his head. He left ten minutes later, eschewing my offer of
a ride saying that he didn't live all that far. He hugged me
before he left and then quickly kissed me on the lips, taking me
by surprise.

"I've wondered that would be like," he said, stepping back with a
smile. I told him there was more to it than that and if he chose
to return then we'd explore that practice as well. He nodded his
head saying,

"I'll call you," he said as he waved the piece of paper with my
number on it then stepped out into the cool night air.

Chapter II

As I said, Tyrell wasn't my first taste of southern chicken.

I'd had a half a day to kill and had spent most of it wandering
up and down the curving streets in the old town area. What had
originally been the kind of businesses that were the staple of
any small town, those businesses had moved into new and larger
buildings as the town spread outward. The old brick buildings and
storefronts had been transformed into businesses that were the
more modern staple of such towns; antique stores, gallery's, day
spa's, stores that peddled locally made arts and crafts, coffee
shops and small restaurants that called themselves bistro's or
other equally misrepresented names.

I had first spied the boy in a music store that was filled with
the electronic gadgetry that youthful musicians favored as well
as a fair amount of acoustic instruments. The store also
advertised music lessons and given the shape of the black rayon
case the boy was carrying strapped to his back when he walked
through the door I assumed he was there for guitar lessons. He
looked to be either a small twelve to thirteen year old or a
younger boy, large for his size. He was dressed in a well worn
olive green pair of loose fitting cargo style pants with ties at
the cuffs, a black t-shirt under an old dark blue plaid woolen
work shirt worn open. The frayed ends of the pants were piled
against the top edges of a pair of brown Vans.

He wasn't extremely cute but was more of a plain looking lad, his
pale face rounded with no real discernable features. He wasn't
fat and he wasn't ugly by any means and would likely grow into a
somewhat cute young man. His medium brown hair was worn somewhat
long, kind of like the early Beatles style, the stick straight
but seemingly thick mop bouncing about his head as he walked or
turned rapidly. He gave me a smile as he edged past me in a
crowded aisle, politely saying excuse me sir in a high pre-
puberty voice. His gray eyes, framed by rather thick brows and
long lashes, seemed to twinkle when he smiled at me as though he
knew something that I didn't.

The boy and I made eye contact a few more times before he was
called into a private room for what appeared to be a lesson and
once again while he was in the room. I wasn't exactly looking for
him or at him when he smiled at me through the window that made
up the top half of the door, but smile he did and I nodded my
head toward him in response before he went back to what he was
doing, fingers on one hand dancing on the fret board while his
other middle finger and thumb plucked the strings. He seemed to
be pretty good, at least his fingers were moving around with
speed and what appeared to be confidence.

I left the store and wandered around for another hour and
eventually asked a sales person in an antique mall where I might
get some decent coffee and good pastry, a mid afternoon snack
that I'd taken to recently and without hesitation she directed me
to a hard to find place called the Cellar. Located in the street
level basement of an old building, one entered from a short alley
on an equally short side street that was downhill from the street
that I was on. I was making my way there when I heard cries
coming from a between two old buildings.

"Leave me alone, I didn't do anything to you." The voice sounded
as though it belonged to a child and I felt my heart rate
increase slightly as I envisioned a child in distress. I took
another two steps forward and peeked down the narrow walkway and
saw three males standing over a figure lying on the ground.

"Shut up ya fuckin fag," one of the standing figures said then
kicked the one on the ground who yelped in pain and tried to move
away which earned him another kick. I walked rapidly toward the
group and as I approached saw that they looked like teenagers,
all seemingly old enough to have drivers licenses.

"I'm gonna break your fag fingers so you never play that axe
again," another boy said as he bent down toward the figure on the
ground.

"Hey, I'm a fag," I shouted as I approached the group, remaining
unnoticed until I spoke up. "How would you like to play that game
with me," I added, by then less than ten feet from to trio of
miscreants. One member of the little group, a boy who appeared to
be the oldest stepped toward me telling me to mind my own
business. I didn't care for the boy's posture; saw the right fist
closing for a punch. Without missing a step I launched into a
front round kick that simply popped him on the side of the head.
I could easily have put him down but being a kid figured that a
little aggressiveness on my part might alleviate any further
physical violence. As it was, the kid stumbled sideways, his face
a mask of surprise at the speed of my un-telegraphed kick.

"So, you wanna play with a fag that's a little more your equal
and not a young boy?" I asked the group in general. The boy that
I had kicked had been propelled into the side of one of the
buildings. As soon as I spoke he began edging toward the street,
his back pressed against the old brick until he was out of my
range, then he ran. The other two boys pushed past me and
followed suit. I watched them briefly then directed my attention
to the figure on the ground and saw that it was the boy from the
music store. He had managed to get up on one elbow and I bent
down on one knee, asking if he was alright.

"I'm okay," he said, his eyes watery, "my knee hurts a lot though
and my hip. I could also see that he scraped the side of his face
a little bit, probably from having fallen on the rough asphalt
surface of the narrow alleyway.

"You mind if I look at your knee?" I asked him and he shook his
head sideways. I untied the string at his cuff and slid the loose
fitting cloth upward until it was above the knee then gently
probed it with a fingertip. The boy winced as I pushed on the
hamstring at the back of the knee. Having been in martial arts
for years, I pretty much knew that his wound was more painful
than serious and told him so. I slid the cotton fabric back down
his slender leg, noticing the very slight amount of barely
visible brownish black hairs that seemed to be trying to let
their presence be known. So, the boy most likely had pubes.
Interesting.

"Let's see if we can get you up on your feet," I said, reaching
down under the boy's arms. He placed his hands on my shoulders
and I stood up, lifting him off the ground and standing him
upright where he simply looked up into my down turned face. He
turned away and tried to stand on his own, favoring his injured
leg. Clearly the boy was going to need help moving around, at
least for the moment, and I said as much. I bent down and
retrieved the guitar case and handed it to the boy who slipped
the straps around his shoulder then reached behind and put an arm
around his waist beneath the guitar. The boy did likewise to me
and we hobbled him out onto the narrow side street then over to
where the bakery was located some thirty feet away.

Inside, I set the boy down in a chair, first taking the guitar
from his back and setting in a chair beside him. I asked for the
restroom, left, then returned with a dampened hand towel to wipe
the grit from the boy's face. He allowed me to go about my
ministrations, looking up and me as I worked, his eyes roaming
over my face as though trying to memorize my features. I noticed
the absence of any facial hair on the boy's soft pale skin and up
this close to him, noticed that he was actually cuter that I'd
first assessed him to be.

"So, are you really gay?" he asked quietly, first looking around
to make sure that no one was paying attention to us, and they
weren't because the only "they" were the people behind the
counter and they were busy with other things.

I looked in his eyes briefly then went back to dabbing at his
face. "Unhuh," I mumbled.

"Cool" he said, excitement present in his voice.

"Why is that?"

"Cuz you're the only other gay person I've ever met. Oh, thanks
for saving me from the freaks," he added as an afterthought.

"You're welcome. uhm, I don't know your name," I said, finishing
what I was doing and looking him in the eyes.

"My name is Andrew, actually Andrew James Banderling the third,
but most people call me Andy, I nodded my head then said,

"So Andy, the way you said that indicates that you think you're
gay?"

"Don't think; I know I am," he said with a sense of pride. When I
asked how old he was he said that he was twelve and a half and
that too was said with a sense of pride.

"And you think that you are or might be gay?" I asked quietly. He
shook his head.

"Like I said, I don't think it; I know I am."

"Okay well, I can't look at your hip without you taking your
pants down so let me check that knee again." I felt around it,
the boy winced a few times. "I'm guessing you'll be okay, have
your parents put ice on it and check it again later tonight and
again in the morning."

"Are you a doctor or something?" He didn't wait for an answer.
"My parents aren't home, they're on a business trip, won't be
back till next week. My sister is taking care of me and I don't
think she's gonna know what to do." His cell phone rang and
judging from the conversation I determined that it was his sister
and she was worried that her brother wasn't where he was supposed
to be. He told her where he was and said he would be waiting
outside and hung up. `Hey, why don't you call me later and see
how I'm doing," he said, holding his cell phone out for me. I
nodded my head, pulled mine out, got his number, then we stood up
and he snuggled up to me much as he had for the trip into the
store. It seemed that he might be hugging me a little tighter
than the first time.

We made it to the sidewalk as a new, dark blue Jag pulled up and
a pretty teenage girl bounced out and rushed to the curb. She
fussed over him then thanked me and asked if he was going to be
okay because she had homecoming dance that night. I told her he'd
most likely be fine. I got him into the car and just before they
drove off he mimed for me to call him then held up seven fingers.
I nodded my head to him.

For lack of anything better to do I called Andy a little after
seven thirty.

"I wondered if you would call," he said, then added, "I hoped you
would." I asked how he was doing and did he ice the knee. He said
kind of okay and no, he didn't really know how to do that.

"Can you come over and show me the right way to do it D?" he
asked. I tried to side step the question but when the boy all but
pleaded with me I caved in. He gave me directions, which seemed a
little complicated although he insisted that it wasn't. I found
the housing development without incident, it was the curling
roads through the heavily wooded area that posed a problem. Too I
was gazing at the size of the few homes that I could actually see
in dwindling light, the rest hidden my trees and shrubs. I
finally found the right driveway and headed up it, coming out in
front of a large brick home with a view clear into next week,
what I could see in the encroaching darkness that is. I pulled my
rental up under the portico and as I stepped out and onto the
first of three steps to the massive double front doors, one side
opened and Andy stood there with a smile. He was wearing a red
tartan patterned bathrobe, his damp hair suggesting a recent
visit to the shower.

"Hey D," he said with a award winning smile, "come on in." I did,
and after closing the door the boy led me into a large living
room, a fire blazing in a large stone fireplace providing
ambience and warmth to the dimly lit room. He sat in an arm chair
with his feet up on a matching footstool while I sat in a similar
chair angled toward him. We made small talk, and when I asked
about the knee he said it still hurt to walk on.

"Do you want to look at it?" He asked. By way of answer I stood
and moved to the footstool. Andy put his feet on the floor and I
sat, sliding the stool closer to him. The boy spread his legs out
which allowed the front of the robe to slide open and when I
reached down to actually feel his knee he pulled that side of the
robe open, exposing his thigh all the way up to the white cotton
briefs he was wearing. I couldn't help but look briefly at the
bulge where his young balls were comfortably hiding, the rest of
him covered by the other flap of the robe.

I proceeded to feel the knee area and the boy winced slightly
when I poked at the hamstring. It would most likely be sore for a
few days.

"Will you look at my hip now too D?" he asked. I nodded my head
and Andy managed to get to his feet and pulled his robe open and
held it off to the side giving me a full on view of his flat
belly and underwear and leg. The boy looked to be healthy enough
for his age, the white cotton fabric bulged out in the right
places. He turned his upper torso to look down at what he was
doing which was to pull the waist band of his underwear down so I
could see his hip. He could just have easily pulled the leg up
but chose not to for whatever reason. Keeping his eyes on what he
was doing allowed me to get a look at his exposed pubic bone and
what I saw was the evidence of puberty. Not a lot mind you. The
boy couldn't have started growing hair more than a month or so
before as the scraggly black strands were short and few enough to
count had I the time to do so. Instead I focused on the boy's hip
and the slight bruising that marred his otherwise smooth pale
flesh.

I poked gently at the spot and a little gasp of breath indicated
that the area was indeed tender. I sat back but Andy didn't move
for a moment then looked down at his exposed flesh, then at me.
He smiled.

"I started getting hairs finally," he said with pride.

"I can see that you have," I said looking back at the area.

"Wanna see em all?" he asked, adding, "there's no one here but
us." He didn't wait for an answer but pulled the other side of
his briefs down giving me a full view of us pubic area and the
base of his boyhood pride and joy. Indeed the boy had about
twenty hairs in various stages of growth.

"That's very nice Andy, you're definitely growing up."

"But I wish my dick was bigger. It seems too small to me." What
that the boy tugged his underwear down, freeing up all that made
him boy. "What do you think D, is it big enough?" Indeed the boy
wasn't badly hung for his age. About three inches of pale
circumcised young cock hung before my eyes, the smooth hair free
balls beneath it already dropped and hanging freely between
smooth milky thighs. As I watched, the blue veined tube started
to grow.

"I think you might be a little big for your age actually Andy," I
told him, looking into his eyes and the boy smiled.

"I think it's getting bigger though D. It seems to do that a lot
more than it used to." I looked back down and saw that the boy
was correct, his cock was sticking straight out from his body,
half way to its full launch position. "If you touch it I think
it'll grow faster," he said quietly, his rather high pitched
voice taking on a slightly deeper tone.

When the boy had given me his cell number and asked me to call
him, I had wondered if perhaps he had an ulterior motive. It had
taken some thought on my part about whether to respond or not. I
don't generally get involved with boys quite that young and while
Andy wouldn't have been the youngest boy I'd been with, he
certainly ranked up there on the list. I didn't consider that
however. My experience has shown that when a boy gets that far,
he knows what he wants and what he's doing. I reached out and
grasped the boy's cock and squeezed it gently.

"Oohhhh," he moaned softly as he turned to face me. He held the
robe open with one hand, the other rubbing on his smooth flat
belly. I cupped his balls, the smallish eggs fitting easily into
the palm of my hand. He moaned a little more. The boy's flesh
firmed up hard as stone in less than twenty seconds. I let go and
his cock went straight up in the air, an easy four and a half
inches of stiffened boy flesh. I really wanted to suck him but I
was after all, kneeling in the boy's living room. I was a little
unnerved by that, despite his having said that his family members
were seriously occupied.

"Can I see yours D, can you show me your dick?" He asked.

"Is there some place else that we can go Andy? I'm a little
uncomfortable being like this in the middle of your living room."

"Sure, we can go up to my room, come on" he said. He pulled his
underwear up enough to be able to walk freely, his cock held in
place by the elastic waistband and his cock head peeking out from
underneath it, and headed over to the entry hall and the wide
curving staircase that led upstairs. I followed the boy, his
bathrobe open and kind of flailing as he walked, and at the top
of the stairs he went left and through the first doorway.

Andy's was a typical boys room albeit much larger than most. In
fact it was as big as my master bedroom in Honolulu. The
furniture was a matching dark wood including the queen sized bed
and it all sat on a beautiful hardwood floor with a large area
rug taking up most of the free space in the center of the room.
That was where he stopped and turned to face me, and expectant
look on his smooth young face.

Andy watched intently as I unbuttoned then unbuttoned my 501's
then hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my boxer briefs and
tugged the entire works out and then down underneath my own
balls. Andy let out a groan as he stared at my half hard cock,
the eight inches of man flesh pointed to a spot just above the
boy's knees.

"Jeez D your dick is huge," he said with awe in his voice. He
shoved his briefs down, stepped out of them and came forward,
stopping just in front of me. Andy pulled his robe apart and
exposed his boyhood charms to me then thrust his hips forward and
putting his hardened boy cock closer to mine. "Mine looks so
small compared to yours." Indeed, his moderately sized stiff cock
was much thinner than mine, the purplish colored swollen head
about half my size, and the five inch length at least three
inches shorter, he was still nicely hung for his age and his boy
parts were more than beautiful to gaze on. I told him that and he
looked up at me and smiled flashing his perfectly straight and
crystal white teeth then relaxed back. I decided, not that it
took a whole of brain cells, that playing with the boy was a done
deal and kicked off my boots then dropped my drawers as he looked
on, rubbing at the front of his crotch. My cock was at full stand
when I stood back up and watched Andy push his own clothing to
the floor and off of his slender shoulders then stand proudly in
front of me, naked as the day he was born but considerably more
matured. I pulled off my shirt and stepped up to the boy and put
my hands on the side of his head and looked down into his eyes.

"What do you want to do now?" I whispered.

"Everything," he whispered back at me, his large eyes filled with
trust and half lidded in boyhood lust. I lowered my and kissed
him briefly on his lips, reveling in the feeling of his young
flesh, made tender by age and inexperience. Fuck I loved this so
much; experiencing with a boy such as Andy, his sexual awakening,
his first exploration into interactive sex. I was a good teacher;
tender, caring, loving and considerate and I knew that any boy
would remember his experience with me for the rest of his life be
it gay or straight.

I broke the kiss and dropped to my knees in front of him and put
my hands on his narrow hips. I took a moment look over that which
made him boy. I admired the shape and size of him noting the
gentle and incessant throbbing of his cock as his heart pumped
blood through it. I looked at the hairs sprouting out around the
base of his young cock and on the firm flesh of his flat pubic
bone then let my gaze wander to the smooth wrinkled sac that held
the small orbs of his balls and could imagine the sperm being
manufactured there, the existing wigglies getting ready to
experience their destiny, or so they thought. I hadn't yet
decided whether I wanted to taste them or experience watching
them come from his body, a sight that always made me hot as all
hell. I didn't dwell on that for more than a nanosecond  but
leaned in and licked at the rampant flesh, swiping my tongue up
along the shaft and across the sensitive glans. I pulled the
stiffened flesh down and licked at the small slit where the
beginnings of precum was making its way into the world.

"Ooohhh," Andy moaned above me as I took his cock head into my
mouth and cupped his smooth young balls at the same time. I knew
the boy wouldn't last long, a matter of seconds most likely and
that was more than okay. He held onto the sides of my head and
thrust his hips forward the motion encouraged by nature and my
hands, which had slipped around to cup the fleshy mounds of his
tiny young butt. I felt his pubic hairs touch my lip as his cock
head touched the back of my throat and I clenched those muscles
against his flesh. I pulled my head back and made a return trip
three times before I took his pulsing cock out of my mouth and my
thumb and forefinger went to work stroking it. I got in maybe
four before his cock tightened in my hand and he spurted out a
glob of watery looking goo. I'd directed his dick toward me in
the event that the boy's young body had the ability to project
his sperm any distance and thus shoot the nectar of his balls
onto my chest where I could wipe it up and taste him.

It happened as I'd hoped, the glob of sperm landing in my lower
chest. It was followed by a second glob and then some minor
oozing. I licked at the tip of his cock and it being sensitive he
giggled and backed away so I wiped the two globs of cum from my
body and put the finger in mouth, getting a good taste of the
boy.

"That was frickin awesome D, way better than when I beat off,"
Andy said, his soprano voice tinged with excitement. "Can I try
to do that to you D, to suck on your cock? It's pretty big but I
can try." Who am I to deny any boy the chance to try out his oral
abilities? I nodded my head, asked if we could get more
comfortable, and when he nodded his head I walked over and lay
flat on my back on the queen sized bed. Andy went right to town,
grasping onto my hard cock and stroking it a few times. He then
put his head down and took my head into his mouth. He was draped
across my body so I rubbed on his back and down across the orbs
of his butt and letting a finger trail up and down his crack. I
wanted to taste him there, to drive my tongue into the core of
him but I needed to let the boy do things at his own pace,
although I doubted that he would refuse if I suggested it. Andy
was doing a credible job, moving his head up and down, his mouth
warming a good two to three inches of me. I knew that it wouldn't
last very long however, that his mouth would get sore about a
couple of hours before I was ready to squirt, and sure enough
about two minutes into his first given blowjob the boy stopped.

"Gosh my mouth gets sore from doing that," he said, turning back
around to face me. I agreed with him and told him that with
practice he'd do just fine. "Are you gonna cum D. I'd like to see
you squirt out." I nodded my head and started stroking my cock.
Andy sat on the bed beside me and I asked if I could play with
his cock, still rock hard of course, while I did my part of the
job. He said I could, and I did, stroke his dick, play with his
hairless smooth balls. He asked if I wanted him to jack me off
and I told him it would take hours but that when I got close he
could take over if he wanted to. He wanted so I did, jacked and
fondled, and knowing that I was experiencing the boy's first
sexual experiences with him helped me get to where we both wanted
me fairly quickly.

"Ok Andy it's yours," I said as I felt my body reach its boiling
point. The boy took hold of my cock, wrapping his hand around the
shaft about mid between my nuts and the swollen head, and went to
town. "Hold me tighter Andy," I finally panted, "It's almost
there." And then it was there. My cock erupted in its typical
manner, the first jet of sperm arching up and away and
splattering my left nipple. The next three squirts went almost as
far with as much liquid. After that it didn't go all that far and
proceeded to make a mess of my lower belly and the boy's response
to it all was typical of those youngsters who first witness my
cumming.

"Oh my gosh that's a whole lotta cums," Andy state with
amazement, "do you always make that much of stuff?" I nodded that
I did, having taken over my cock and continued to slowly stroke
it. Andy rolled of off his side of the bed and went into his
bathroom where I heard water running, then he returned with a
warm washcloth and proceeded to clean my torso. I had sort of had
visions of sharing a shower with him but hey, one can't always
have everything. After my hygiene project the boy returned to the
bed and lay down alongside of me and just snuggled in. I wrapped
an arm around him to encourage him which had the desired effect
and he snuggled even closer. His hand slipped down to my belly
where it ran into the remnants of my hard on. He ran his fingers
lightly over the underside of the shaft, moving downward and
cupping my heavy balls the squeezing and fondling them.

"I hope my stuff gets as big as your D," he said quietly and I
assured him that it would definitely get bigger but how much I
had no idea. Meanwhile mine was growing bigger under the boy's
ministrations and as I was gearing up for another round my cell
phone went off. I unwrapped myself from the boy and fished the
irritating little thing from my pocket, answered, listened then
hung up.

"I have to go Andy," I told the boy adding that I had hoped to
spend more time with him. He responded by saying that was what he
had hoped for too and as I looked down at him, lying there on the
bed, his naked virginal young body waiting to be fully awakened,
I felt a pang at being a responsible person.

"Can I see you again before you leave," he asked and I nodded my
head then asked if he'd like me to make him cum again before I
left. Silly question. I went to the bed and lay down, telling him
to straddle my face. He did as I asked and as soon as he was in
place I took the rampant little cocklet into my mouth. I put a
hand on his narrow little ass and the other under his nuts and
encouraged the boy to fuck my mouth. I could hear him moaning
above me as I provided the mechanism for what was most likely his
first fuck into a warm and somewhat tight receptacle. Once again
it didn't take long before the boy was ready to cum. To his
credit he didn't stop to ask me if I wanted him to cum in my
mouth. Of course knowing young, early sperming boys, he probably
didn't have time to really think about it, didn't yet know his
body's cues to impeding spermatization. I felt the cocklet swell
and then the warmth of his sperm as it plopped into my mouth.
There wasn't much but he continued to experience the feelings
until his dick was way to sensitive to withstand much more
suction and he pulled away from me.

"That was great D," he said, moving up and away from me then
sitting on the bed. I looked over his cock, shiny from my saliva,
and wondered how he would feel about putting it in my ass. I
didn't have much time to contemplate it as I needed to get going
to meet my friend and his family for a last minute dinner
engagement and told him so. He leaned over and kissed me then
rolled off of his side of the bed while I did the same on mine
and within five minutes we were downstairs at the front door
where I kissed him goodbye and promised to call him the next day.