Date: Sun, 11 Apr 2021 21:51:24 +0000 (UTC)
From: tague michaels <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Traveling Boy

On the recommendation of a friend I elected to get away for a week and
drove to a more southern state for a change of scenery and weather. Read
that as trading rain and cold for bright clear skies and sun, finally.

The area was in the Sierra Nevada mountains close to the entry point to a
national park. A number of small towns were scattered all throughout the
area, towns with populations under 7k people. Towns that had that old
pioneer feel but mixed with the newer box stores, fast food places, medical
clinics and lovely little parks.

There were a number of motels but not the modern glass and chrome joints
which was fine by me. The place I stayed was slightly out of town and like
every other building close by was built into a hillside.  This place was 3
stories, the top level parking was a narrow strip carved out the hillside,
just as the main level was. The poor bastards on the second level had to
use stairs going up or down to access their rooms.

Behind the narrow upper parking area was a 20 foot tall retaining wall that
created another ledge that another building sat on which contained 2 side
by side units that were essential 1 bedroom apartments. It was there that I
was lodged. It was fenced on 2 sides, the building and the sheer rock cliff
wall providing security for the other two sides. There were also bushes of
some sort outside the fence that helped provide a fair amount of
privacy. It turned out that the other unit was occupied by a woman, her
teenaged son and their older golden Lab.

The driveway up to the units was about 100 feet long but the grade was
steep. I parked in front of my room, got out with my dog, 110 pound German
Shepherd of direct east German show and working lineage, and went
inside. It was quite spacious, had a kitchenette with a dining count,
living area and separate bedroom and bathroom. I peeked out the window and
saw my neighbor boy sitting in the sun reading, the dog at his
feet. Although he was facing partially away from me I could tell that the
boy was naked.

He looked to be 14 or 15 years old, had a head of auburn colored hair of an
average length meaning it covered the top fold of his ear, hung across his
forehead just above his eyebrows. I didn't want to startle or embarrass him
but wanted to let Kip out while I unpacked. So I slid opened the door
causing the boy's head to shoot up revealing a shocked face. He wasn't
particularly cute nor was he ugly, just a plain boy.

"Sorry, I didn't want to disrupt your moment but I wanted to let my dog out
while I move my stuff into the room. He's friendly as hell but I don't know
how your dog might respond.

"Umm yeah she's cool," he said, setting his book on his lap to cover
himself, not that I could see anything. "Sorry about this but I wasn't
expecting anybody." I waved my arm in dismissal.

"Don't give it a thought," I said, "I'm not the least bit bothered by naked
boys. I was a PE teacher for a while." Not true about the teacher part but
very true about seeing boys naked. "Heck I might want to go naked too, if
you don't mind."

"Umm okay, I guess that's cool. Let your dog out." Kip and I went out the
door and I released him so of course he bounded over to meet the lab. "This
is Lola," he said so I introduced him to Kip. Neither dog exhibited any
aggression so I asked if he could keep and eye on them while I moved my
stuff in and he said he would but that he'd run in and get some clothes
on. I told him he didn't need to do it just for me because I truly didn't
care.

"I'm Cooper," I said, extending a hand. I had come around to face him a
little bit but he remained covered.

"Knox," he said taking my hand. I left and got my stuff out of the car and
into the room then 10 minutes later peeked out the window. If he was still
naked I'd strip and go out, otherwise not. He had put on a pair of shorts
and a t-shirt so I went out to plop down in a chair next to my new friend.

"Dang," I said with a grin, "I was hoping to work on my all over tan."

"You still can, I don't mind," Knox responded.

"Not if you're not," I countered, "that would be too weird." He agreed but
said maybe another time to which I nodded my head.

We chatted and swapped information. Knox was 14½, his mother was a
traveling nurse which meant they would be in one place for 3 months then be
offered another location to go to. They'd been here for a month. His mom
worked a lot, often taking double shifts, so he was alone a lot.

"Well, I can fix that for you Knox," I said, "If your mom is okay with it,
you can hang out with me and maybe show me around a bit."

"That would be great Cooper," I'm sure my mom would be okay with that,
she's pretty chill. So you seen naked boys because of being a PE teacher?"

"Yeah among other things," I said. "I've seen em naked and hard as well as
jacking off and even some cock sucking." That shocked the teen and of
course he wanted to know how that happened.

"I was a pretty chilled out teacher and the boys knew it.  And you know
that boys are horny buggers and don't mind showing off their stuff. I think
sometimes they were just testing me or trying to shock me. They knew they
were safe around me which they thought was pretty cool. That's why they
didn't mind showing off their boners and didn't bother to hide when they
jacked off in the shower or the locker room. I even showered with them a
couple times when I got the bucket of Kool aid dumped on me."

"I never seen a man naked before," the boy said. All of a sudden Lola got
all excited and went to the door to their unit with Kip right on his tail
and a moment later the door opened and a woman came out. She backed up when
she saw Kip but I put him in a sit position.

"That's my mom," Knox said and we both stood up. Knox was a little shorter
than my 5'9 inches. His mother shorter than that. I could see where the
boys looks, or lack thereof, came from. She was a mousey sort of woman with
thin brown hair and the scrubs she was wearing didn't do a thing to enhance
her in any way.

"Mom this is Cooper, he's in the unit next to us and that's Kip. This is my
mom Janice."

"Jan," she said extending a hand and offering a rather weak handshake and a
tired smile.

"Cooper says I can hang out with him during the day and I can sorta show
him around and stuff." She looked at me and I just gave a slight head
nod. If she wanted to know something she'd have to ask; I wasn't
volunteering.

"And what is it you do Mr... umm, Cooper?

"I'm on contract as a trainer and consultant for a medical records
system. I set it up, teach people how to use it, among other things." She
asked which one and when I told her, she nodded her head. "This hospital
uses that product." I wasn't aware of that fact as I wasn't the "go to" guy
for this area, although I did often travel out of my own area on
business. We talked very briefly about the system then she said she had to
take a quick shower and get back to work.

"He has my permission to hang around with you," she said to me, "and don't
hesitate to say no if need be. Nice to meet you," and she went."

We looked after her until the door closed and Knox said softly, "she works
too hard. I worry about her sometimes." Since he was standing right next to
me I draped an arm across his shoulders and without hesitation he leaned
into me and put his arm around my waist. I gave him a slight hug which he
returned.

"Well, I've got to get unpacked Knox and you're welcome to hang out and
chat." He said okay so we went into my unit where I began the process. We
chatted some more while I went through the process and I learned that they
had a home about 60 miles from the city where I lived. So far they'd been
in Texas, Oklahoma, Colorado and now Northern California.

"Are those your underwear," he asked when I pulled a stack of AE 3" trunks
out of my suitcase and deposited them into a drawer. I said they were then
set the stack on the bed so he could look at them, which he did. My
collection was rather extensive, very mixed in colors and designs. "I never
seen ones like these," he said, holding up a pair. All I have is Jockey's;
plain old tighty whities."

"You're more than welcome to try some on Knox," I said. "And if you like
them maybe we could see if there is an outlet store around and go get you
some."

"That would be cool," he said, "the trying them on. I don't know if my mom
would go for getting me new ones."

"How about this. How about you try some on and see if you like them then
we'll look to see if there is a store within 100 miles and if so we'll go
check them out and I'll treat you to a few pair." The kid seemed shocked
that I'd do that and said so.

"Look, it's not that expensive and trust me, I can afford to spend some
money." At that I shucked my 501's and button down shirt and stood before
him on a pair of pink trunks with a design of mouth lops and teeth in
various stages of being open. Scattered in and around them were sets of
closed blue lips.

"Wow," the boy said as he all but stared at my bulge, "you wear pink
underwear? Isn't that, well, kind of..."

"Gay," I said, picking up the pause and finishing the sentence. "Not at
all. Most makers of men's underwear offer a variety of colors and prints
and pink in one form or another is quite common." Knox was trying to
maintain eye contact but alternated between there and my crotch which, I
must say, is impressive enough, especially in underwear that cups and holds
my stuff.

I took my time digging out a t-shirt, one of over a dozen that I had
packed. I had over 180 dealer themed Harley Davidson t-shirts and the one I
chose was from Grand Canyon Harley Davidson. Yellow, it had the classic rat
fink, a design by Ed "big daddy" Roth. This one of course was on a Harley
with ape hangers and lots of chrome.

"That's a way cool shirt," Knox said as I slipped it on. "Do you have a
Harley too." I nodded my head. I rode a 2020 Street Glide Special CVO that
was custom painted to match my Navigator Reserve, a deep sapphire blue. I
pulled out a pair of khaki cargo shorts and put them on, reluctantly. We
headed into the living area of the unit where I quickly set up a pair of 24
inch monitors on the dining room table and hooked them up to my compact
tower. Knox thought that was a pretty cool set up. I then unpacked and set
up my Keurig.

"That's all done, how should we spend the rest of the afternoon," I
asked. Knox said he could show me around town so we hopped into the
Navigator, along with the dogs and headed out. Knox commented on the car in
general and the dog hammock specifically.

"That's a pretty neat contraption," the boy said. Indeed it was a nylon and
rubber unit with clips that hooked around the base of the headrests on the
front and back seats and created a hammock so an animal couldn't fall down
between the front and back seats. They had side flaps ass with nylon lines
that looped over the "oh shit" handles above the back doors and clipped
into the top of the flaps. I didn't use them because the weight of my dog
ripped the top of the flaps where the tie down was clipped. Since the mat
itself was a little slippery I kept a cheap Walmart carpet runner on it for
dog stability.

So, off we went. The town and surrounding towns were in the mountains so
they were generally situated on multiple hills and valleys which added much
character. There wasn't a ton of stuff to see although the older parts of
town had some nice 18th & 19th century houses, buildings and churches
usually located on narrow winding streets and usually in the valleys for
protection from the weather.

We drove over to a small town about 40 miles to the east. It was pretty
much curves and very few straight spots, a great place to ride the
Harley. We killed off much of the afternoon and back at the motel I
declared that dinner was in order. Knox said that he'd eat at home and I
told him that I'd love to have him join me at some restaurant or other. Of
course he was worried about me spending money on him.

"Don't worry about it Knox, please. I have way more money that I need and
no kids or grandkids to spend it on so it's a pleasure to treat you." The
boy capitulated graciously and off we went to a place called Gus's
Steakhouse. The meal turned out to be surprisingly good, the bantering with
the wait staff entertaining.

"Are you always that way with people Cooper," Knox asked when we were
alone, "so easy with them".

"Pretty much. I like joking and playing with people and good waitresses
usually enjoy it and engage in it as well. A place isn't always about the
food."

"Oh gosh, I don't think I could do that," the boy replied. I explained to
him that he probably could but he didn't know how to go about it but that
would come with age and life experience. While we waited and during our
meal Knox and I spent time getting to know each other.

He was a few days shy of 15 and turned out that his birthday and mine were
one day apart. I vowed to myself that we'd celebrate it together. He would
be a sophomore when school resumed and would be strictly online, the
pandemic working in his favor in that regards, allowing his mother to
travel and Knox to go along. He'd never had a girlfriend, never kissed a
girl and didn't seem to miss it.

"I'm socially awkward," he said, "I don't have many friends and then only 1
or 2. I'm not really cute or have a great body, don't play sports. I guess
I'm kind of a loner. And really, girls sort of scare me. I'm not really
sure if I even want to have a girlfriend."

I commiserated with him, shared my story which was much like his until I
graduated college. I'd had a few girlfriends and never married. I preferred
to spend my time hanging out with guys. Knox smiled when I said that.

"Yeah, that's me too." The boy seemed to relax visibly and our meal was
delivered so we ate and engaged in small talk. The sun was down by the time
dinner ended, I got some desserts to go and out we went.

"Was it weird seeing boys with boners or jacking off," Knox asked. I said
that it wasn't a big deal in my opinion. I'd seen it frequently as a boy
and even engaged with other boys in jack off sessions, seeing who could
shoot the most or the farthest and that sort of thing. Knox said he never
had done anything like that and figured that it was kind of gay or
something so I explained boy behavior and the fact that same sex activity
was pretty common in early adolescence.

"What about being naked, like in our private back yard? I mean, did you
mean it about maybe wanting to do it?"

"Sure I did. I like being naked outdoors. Heck I've even gone to nudist
resorts. It's really kind of refreshing, liberating." Knox was thoroughly
flummoxed at that.

"I'd be afraid to get a boner," he said. I told him that at resorts it
wasn't a big deal, people sort of expected it and all you need to do was
toss a towel over your dick `til it went away or go somewhere private and
take care of it.

"You know what Knox? Maybe we should consider trying it when we get back to
the motel. It's dark out so you might be more comfortable and besides, it's
a good way to practice it. And the air is still quite warm so it would be
more comfortable," Knox nodded his head.

"It might," the boy said. We didn't talk much on the short trip home and I
assumed that Knox was mulling over the "should I" or "shouldn't I" argument
with regard to nudity. What that told me was that he was leaning toward
giving it a try. I wasn't harboring much hope that the boy would be open to
playing and that was fine. I liked being around naked boys even when it was
a platonic situation.

Back at the motel we let the dogs out into the yard. I asked Knox what he
wanted to do and he shrugged his shoulders. "It's kinda scary and I'm
afraid I'll get a boner."

"I know what you mean. Something I learned when I was your age was that if
copped a boner in a situation like that instead of hiding it you just put
it out there and strut it like it was the biggest baddest dick in the
west." He actually laughed at that.

"Tell you what Knox. You go over to your unit. I'm going to strip down and
go outside and plop my ass in a chair. I'll have my underwear with me. You
decide what you want to do and come out and join me. If you have any
clothes on then I'll put my underwear on, okay?" He nodded his head and
went into his unit. I did as I said I would, stripped and went out and
plopped my ass into a chair, briefs hanging on the arm of the lawn chair.

Five minutes later Knox came out. He was completely naked but held his
briefs in front of his crotch and kept it there until he sat in the chair
that was half way between facing me and being next to me. I made no attempt
to cover myself up, leaving my legs stretched out in front of me and feet
slightly apart. There wasn't a great deal of light but there was enough to
see by but enough for either one of us to see the other's plumbing and Knox
all but stared at mine, but only briefly.

"So, how to you feel so far Knox?"

"I feels good Cooper. It was easier than I thought. The darkness helps."
The boy continued to glance at my crotch so I said,

"You ready to try the next step?" Of course he asked what that was so I
stood up facing him from 4 feet away. His eyes widened as he got his first
clear close-up of my dick. I'm a healthy boy, closing in on 8 inches at a
full soft hang. My balls are large as well and since I kept my balls
completely shaved and my pubic hair trimmed so I looked bigger.

Knox took his eyes away and looked in my eyes then back at my cock. "It's
okay to look Knox," I said, "that's part of the reason we're here isn't
it?" He nodded his head and just as I was about to ask him to stand he
stood up, draping his briefs across the arm of his chair.

I was surprised and more than a little pleased. "You're a healthy boy
Knox," I said softly. Indeed, 6 or more inches of flaccid cock hung from
his groin, a set of low hanging balls behind it. The bush of hair at the
base of his pride and joy was red, his balls smooth. He was uncut and the
glans of his penis was barely peeking out from under its fleshy hat. His
boy meat was already beginning to inflate.

"But you're huge Cooper," he said then groped his cock first then cupped
his balls. "I'm getting a boner," he said and made a half hearted attempt
to cover himself.

"It's okay, in fact it's cool," I responded. "Look, so am I." The boy
stared at my slowly rising cock which seemed to accelerate his own
uprising. "Why is that?"

"Because it's a sexually charged situation. One of them starts and the
other gets a little hot over it and his starts too. It's like we know how
another boy feels so we feel the same. May I," as I asked and reached
toward him. Knox nodded his head and when I took hold of him in and
underhanded grip he groaned heavily then closed his eyes and when he opened
them looked down to see my hand wrapped around his cock and gently stroking
him.

"It's very cool that you're uncut Knox, I said, "Not a lot of boys are."

"You too" he said, "can I touch you?"  I nodded my head and said that I'd
hoped he would. The boy took hold of me, by all accounts, the first cock
other than his own that he'd ever laid a finger on. He felt me for
firmness, squeezed up and down my growing shaft then stroked me too.

"It's so hard and so warm," he whispered, "doesn't feel like mine at all."
I didn't feel the need to comment so simply squeezed his cock as a way of
acknowledgement. Knox surprised me by dropping to his knees in front of me
then leaned in for a closer look. He felt on my balls as well, hefting and
then tugging on the sac of eggs. He slid my foreskin back and forth over
the swollen head then he looked up at me then back at my cock. The next
time he looked up at me I nodded my head.

"Cover your teeth," I said softly and mimicked what I meant. Knox leaned
forward again, opened up wide and slipped his mouth over the end of my
cock. It was the most beautiful sight ever. Knox bobbed his head to and
fro. There wasn't any tongue action, there wasn't any stroking or playing
with my nuts, just a cocksucking in its' most basic form. No complain from
me. I let my hand rest gently alongside his head and I swear the boy leaned
into it ever so slightly.

He finally stopped and stood up commenting that his mouth got sore. "It
seems like I've want to try that for a long time." I asked him if it was
everything he hoped it would be and nodded his head while offering a
lopsided grin. The boy was climbing up into a fog of hotness.

"How about if I return the favor Knox," I said and got a rapid head nod in
response. I dropped down, admired his raging stiff dick, checked out the
red hair, skinned his foreskin back and forth a little before taking his
cock into my mouth and swallowing the entire thing which earned a very loud
gasp from the kid. I began to bob my head, taking in about half his cock
with each dip. I fondled his balls with one hand and clutched his small
butt with the other and it only took a moment before Knox was gently
fucking my face. It also didn't take long before he said he would cum if I
didn't stop. I was more than willing to gobble the teen's sperm but I
wanted to see him shoot first. I stood up facing Knox.

The boy was clearly up into a fog of hotness but I asked how he was doing
anyway.

"This is really great Cooper," he said, his voice deepened in lust. "I
never though doing stuff with a guy could be so exciting." He gently
fondled his cock as he spoke.

"There's a whole lot more we can do, if you want to that is."

"Like what?"

"Kissing and hugging, touching and feeling, jacking each other off, the
list goes on."

"Does that include fucking," he asked and I nodded my head.

"Sure it does although there's other stuff that can be done to lead up to
that. How about if we crawl into my bed." He thought was just fine and said
so. I took his hand and led him into my unit and to my bed and quickly
tugged the covers down.

"You've a nice butt Cooper," the boy said as I was getting the covers
down. I turned to face him and said thank you then turned him around.

"Likewise," I told him. In face he had a rather small butt for his height,
narrow that is. He had a nice butt crack as well and by that I mean, not
too short or too long, either of which created a different and often less
cute ass. I reached out and gently pulled him into my arms and just held
him. Knox didn't retreat at all but melted against me and reset his head on
my shoulder.

"It's nice holding you Knox," I whispered as I ran my hands up and down his
back and onto the glorious globes of his boy butt. I moved my head and
began kissing his neck with little pecking kisses. Of course I was in the
crook of his next and the boy shivered from the tickling feelings. I kissed
a little hard and moved up and gently breathed in his ear which caused more
shivering but also soft moans. Still he didn't try to get away but seemed
to press against me even more. I continued to kiss on his neck and boy
continued to squirm and moan.

Knox finally backed away a little bit, looked me in the eyes then leaned
forward. I tilted my head and our lips met. They were little kisses at
first as if he were exploring the field a little before committing but when
he committed, he was all in. Knox pressed his mouth against mine and shoved
his tongue against my lips so I opened up for him. We held each other
tightly as our tongues battled and his moans got even louder. I finally
broke the kiss and took him to bed where we melted back into each other's
arms went back at it.

Knox went from shy boy to a very receptive, even assertive sexually charged
teenager, the last a bit of redundancy. I moved him onto his back and took
over. I ran my hand up and down his side, his chest and to his cock as we
deep throated some more. Knox finally broke it off.

"I need to suck your cock some more Cooper," he groaned. I simply turned
around so I was facing his crotch and he mine and we went to town. Knox
went after me like a dog after steak. I could hear him moaning softly as he
suckled and I was doing the same. Both of us had our top foot flat on the
bed so our crotches were opened up for access. Knox played with my balls a
little bit as he sucked. Clearly he wanted to multi-task but was still too
inexperienced to do it well.

I ran a hand between his legs and feel his ass then took a chance and
slipped in between his cheeks and gently rubbed his asshole. Knox moaned
even louder in response and sort of wiggle his ass a little so I kept it
up. Once again it was Knox that broke it off.

"I gotta fucking cum Cooper, I need to cum really bad. My balls ache and it
feels like my cock is gonna rip open." The boys pretty hazel green eyes
were barely slits.

"Wanna try something different?" He didn't hesitate but nodded his head. I
got up and snagged my lube and went back to the bed and moved between his
legs.

"Are you gonna fuck me," he asked tentatively.

"Yeah but not with my dick. Trust me Knox, you're gonna love this." I lubed
up my finger and then his dick and moved in close. I took hold of his cock
and then slipped my finger up his ass. It was tight of course but after two
or three in and outs he was pretty slippery. I went to town.

I jacked him off as I finger fucked him and watched the emotion play out
across his smooth pale face. When I found his prostate, Knox went wild.

"Holy fuck Cooper," he groan and tried to raise his ass up off the bed a
little bit, wanting more finger insider of him. I stayed on his prostate
and worked his cock head and it didn't take but about 45 seconds before he
was ready to cum.

"Oh fuck Cooper, oh fuck oh fuck oh FUUUUUUCK," he cried out. I felt his
cock thicken, his prostate harden and he fired. Oh god did he fire. A long
stream of sperm shot all the way and hit his cheek bone and left a streak
of white down across his jaw. A second stream went to his neck. All the
while Knox was crying out as though he were dying and trying to push his
ass even farther up off the bed. All in all the boy gave up 7, yes, 7 jets
of high quality teenage sperm that all but splattered his entire torso. The
boy was quivering and shaking and crying out, his face a reflection of pain
and pleasure, the two emotions sometimes undiscernible.

I continued to stroke him, his cock still oozing sperm that ran down over
my fingers. I finally let go and wiped up some cum and went to work on my
own needy dick. Knox opened his eyes to watch. It didn't take long before I
was firing copious amounts of sperm onto his chest then onto the end of his
cock. The last bits dripped off onto his balls. My finger was still deep in
his ass so I slowly pulled it out and got a sigh from the boy.

I leaned forward and dropped down, my palms on the bed alongside Knox and
breaking my fall. Our torso's touched but only barely. "So, how was that
sweet boy?" Knox had put his arms around my neck so raised his head and
kissed me tenderly.

"Gosh Cooper it was amazing. What is that spot in my ass that's so
sensitive? I never felt anything like that before. This was so much fun."

I explained his prostate then went on about ass play and some of the other
things that guys can do together. Knox seemed to think about that a moment
then kissed me again.

"Are you gay Cooper? You know so much about gay sex stuff."

"Yes, I am, although bi-sexual might also apply. However, ass play and the
asshole specifically aren't just a gay playground. Plenty of totally
straight guys like ass stimulation and so do a lot of girls. Plenty of
straight guys like having a dildo in their ass but no desire to have an
actual live cock in there. Sexuality isn't just black and white, it's much
more. So, you can enjoy all of the stuff that we just did and more but it
wouldn't mean you're gay. Does all that make sense?" He nodded his head.

"Yeah, it does, thank you for explaining it to me. Honestly though I have
wondered if I might be. I've wanted to try and suck a cock since I was like
11. In locker rooms at school or at the public pool I like looking at other
boys, I like how their cocks look and always wonder what this boy or that
one would look if he was hard. When I jack off I think about girls
sometimes but also boys. I've wondered what it would be like to get fucked
and your finger in my butt felt so good that I know for sure I want to try
it.

"I can't say that you are or aren't gay Knox and in the long run, it
doesn't matter. Enjoy yourself while you can, things will work out one way
or the other." I leaned down and kissed him. "Let's go take a shower." I
moved from above him and stood up, offering him a hand, and tugged the boy
to his feet.

The shower was quite spacious and appeared to have been updated fairly
recently. I got the water going and in we stepped then went through the
process of rinsing. "How about you let me wash you Knox. I think you'll
enjoy it.

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