Date: Sun, 01 Nov 1998 18:29:43 PST From: Jeffy Subject: "Y" Boy "Y" Boy by Jeffy All of the usual disclaimers apply. This story is entirely fictional. No house pets, rain forests or lab animals were harmed in the writing of this story. It is intended for adults only. You can send comments or constructive criticism to Jeffs71@Hotmail.com. Flames will be ignored so don't bother. Otherwise, enjoy! Chapter 1 The Boy Let me start by introducing myself. My name is Jeff, and I'm 37 years old. I'm 5'7", 175 lbs. (solid, I work our almost every night at my local "Y"). I have a decidedly average cock at 6" and only average thickness, and I'm fairly hairy (all of the men in my family are). Oh yes, and I'm also a Boy Lover. Not a rapist, not an abuser, not a sadist, a lover of boys. I will never force any boy to do anything he doesn't want to do. The other night I went to the Y as is usual for me, and I discovered that it was the first night of swim team for the kids. Needless to say, the place was a total madhouse, with boys and girls running around and yelling at the top of their lungs. I could only smile and shake my head at the sight of the coaches vainly trying to restore some kind of order. I asked at the desk and discovered to my surprise that all of the swimsuits were custom made and had to be individually fitted (I had to restrain my impulse to volunteer for the job immediately!); this was why all of the kids had to be there that night. I walked into the locker room, as usual walking through the boy's locker area to the men's lockers (I bless the designer of the building every time I go there). My attention was immediately caught by a GORGEOUS boy of about 11 or so getting into his newly fitted swimsuit. He had brown hair cut in a bowl shape, slim muscular body, and a great tan. My heart started to pound wildly as he dropped his shorts and stood there, nude, while he straightened out his new speedos before putting them on. He bent over, still unaware that I was watching him, and gave me a fantastic view of his snow white buns; as I watched, mesmerized, his rosebud anus winked at me! I was in lust! He put on his swimsuit and straightened up, tying the strings in the front. Then I got a look at his face. Slight features, dark brown eyes that you could lose your soul in, high cheekbones, sensual lips, square chin, and a snub little button of a nose. My heart beat even more wildly in my chest, if that was possible. He saw me and smiled the cutest little smile I have ever seen. Then he arched one eyebrow, as if to say "Did you enjoy the show?" and said "HI!" in the most adorable voice I've ever heard. Of course, I did the suave, debonair thing and fled immediately to the men's locker room in complete panic. I could think of nothing else all night as I worked out (have you ever tried to do Stairmaster with a raging hardon? I don't recommend it, especially wearing compression shorts!). I could not believe that I had panicked like that. Good job dummy, I thought, the most adorable boy you've ever seen, naked no less, wanted to talk to you and you ran! Eventually, exhausted and dripping, I went to the men's locker room to shower and cool down. I was so distracted that I forgot to detour through the boy's side of the lockers. I showered and left, depressed. Chapter 2: Cory The next night (Friday) I also went to the Y to work out. Usually I skip Friday but that week I decided to go. As was usual for a Friday they were not busy at all and I took my time around the track and on the Stairmaster, still thinking of the beautiful boy that I had seen the previous night, hoping I would see him again. An hour later, totally exhausted, I went back to the locker room to shower. The place was deserted. Fine I thought to myself, I was in no mood to be with anyone anyway. Then I saw him, standing 3 feet away from my locker. The same boy! He had just finished swimming, and stood there in his blue speedos dialing the combination on his lock. In a daze, I walked over to my locker and unlocked it. He jumped, obviously startled, as I said "Hi dude!". He gave me another beautiful smile that I felt all the way down to my toes! I then proceeded to get undressed, as did he. I couldn't believe it! He was sneaking peeks at me when he thought I wasn't looking! I decided to let him look all he wanted, so I turned to him (totally naked now) and held out my hand. "Hi, I'm Jeff. Haven't I seen you here before?" He turned, also naked (he was slim, with nicely defined little muscles and a fantastic 2.5" little dick lying on top of hairless small nuts). He took my hand and said, "I'm Cory. Nice to meet you!" A feeling of total unreality washed over me. Here I was, naked, shaking hands with the most beautiful naked boy I have ever seen! I let our handshake linger while I checked him out. Cute face, nicely defined chest and tummy, big pink nipples (yummy, I thought to myself), gorgeous little cock and balls, and not a hair on him. He noticed my gaze and stood a little straighter, letting me look my fill. "Uh, I hope you don't mind that I'm over here. The boys locker room is such a mess, and these lockers are bigger." He stammered, a little tongue-tied. I guessed that he didn't have naked conversations with men too often. "No, of course not, I love kids" I smiled at him. If he only knew! He blushed prettily. Wow, I'm in LOVE! I thought. As we walked to the shower area together, he told me that he was 10 (almost 11) and that he loved being on the swim team. He was completely unembarrassed about being naked with me, and I had to think hard about work in order to keep from getting a boner. He also said that he had few friends and read a lot, mostly fantasy and SF. "Would you like to see my collection?" I asked him. "I have about 6,000 books at home, all fantasy and SF". "Wow! Really? Could I come over some time and look through them?" "Anytime kiddo. I'd be happy to have you over." "Thanks!" I watched as he slowly soaped his body, watching him run his soapy hands over his chest and nipples, his cute hairless underarms, his buttcrack, and finally his dick and balls. He gently washed his hairless 2.5" circumcised penis (which was absolutely perfect, I thought, the head a rosy pink in color). His balls were small and drawn in tight to his body. Uh oh, I quickly thought of work, of a car door slamming, of my third grade teacher, but nothing worked. I was getting a hardon! Shit! I turned away from him and hoped he wouldn't notice. Fat chance. As the conversation lagged, I found him grinning at me. "You have a stiffy!" he giggled at me. I blushed to the roots of my hair, which only made him laugh harder. Abruptly he stopped laughing. "It's nice." He blurted out. I stared at him, my mouth open in shock, and it was his turn to blush. "So is yours, honey!" I blurted at him. We just stopped and stared at each other for a second, both of us unable to believe what we'd just said (and heard). Abruptly we heard a woman's voice shout from the locker room door "Cory, if you're not out in 1 minute I'm coming in after you!" We both jumped. :"My Mom." he said. "One time she actually did that too!" I laughed along with him at that. "Where's your Dad?" "He left me and mom for a bimbo. At least that's what mom calls her. I saw him last Christmas. I really miss having him around sometimes." That bastard! I seethed inwardly, careful not to let it show. I reached out and gently cupped his cheek in my hand, running my thumb over one perfectly formed eyebrow. He looked at me and smiled. It was the most beautiful sight I'd ever seen in my life. "Gotta go" he mumbled. "See ya!" "Bye Cory, see ya around." He left the showers to quickly dress and leave, and it suddenly seemed like a much darker place. I couldn't stop thinking about him the rest of the night. I figured that I'd either made a friend, or the police would be knocking on my door soon. How could anyone walk out on that smart, sensitive, wonderful kid? I jerked off three times that night (I'm usually a once a night man) thinking of Cory. Chapter 3 - The Meeting The following Tuesday I arrived at the Y in high spirits. I had worked late on Monday and didn't work out. And Tuesday was swim team night! Maybe I'd see Cory. I had been able to think of nothing else all weekend. I was running a little late (train delays out of Penn Station), and I walked in and heard a bright voice chirp "Hi Jeff!" There he was! My little blond angel! Standing beside him was a blond woman in her mid thirties, about 5'6", with high cheekbones, blue eyes, and a killer figure. Her face was strong, full of character and intelligence, if not beautiful in the classical sense. "Jeff, this is my mom, Catherine. Mom, this is my friend Jeff." Corey gushed. I was stunned. His dad left THIS for some bimbo!?! Was he out of his fuckin' mind! What a fool! I quickly composed myself as best I could. "Pleased to meet you!" I held out my hand. She gave me a sharp look (could she see what was on my mind? Lord, I hoped not!) "Cory's a great kid." "Nice to finally meet you Jeff. Cory's talked about nothing else all weekend." I couldn't help it; I blushed. She gave me another sharp look and said, "We need to talk. Cory, you wait here, OK Hon?" He gave her an anxious look, but nodded his head. His mom and I moved a few feet away. I eyed her in sheer terror. She put her hand on my arm and said, much to my surprise, "Thank you!" "For what?" "Being nice to my son. Ever since his dad left, he's been very leery about adults, especially men. He's had trouble in school, and been in a lot of fights. I'd hoped that moving would help him make a new start. He said that you talked to him like he was a person, not just a kid. And that you were a science fiction fanatic" she grinned, "just like him." I grinned right back at her. "Yeah, he's got me pegged." I laughed. "We're kindred spirits." I sneaked a peek at Cory, watching us anxiously. I have him a big wink and he grinned from ear to ear at me, heaving what looked like a big sigh of relief. We chatted for a few more moments, about her, my job her job, other things, and me. She again put her hand on my arm ("Jesus," I thought to myself, "this is much woman.") and told me "I can see why Cory trusts you after just meeting you once. And I think that you just might be kindred spirits, at that." "Huh?" I responded intelligently. "Are you free for dinner Friday night?" she inquired. "Uh, well, um, yes I am." "Good! Why don't you meet Cory here on Friday and bring him home? It's not far and he knows the way." "Uh, OK." I responded. Without another word she started walking out, leaving me staring dumfounded. Cory smiled, gave me a big hug, and walked out with her. One way or another, I couldn't wait for Friday night! Chapter 4 - Dinner is Served... My train was late that Thursday (again!) so I didn't see Cory until Friday. I arrived at the Y at my usual time, and Cory was there waiting for me, grinning from ear to ear. He ran up to me in greeting, and I put my arm around him (the feel of his strong, small body against mine was almost more than I could stand) and tousled his hair. He grinned even wider. "Hi champ!" I said, "What's cookin'?" "Mom is!" He replied, giggling. "All day long." "Mmmmmm, sounds good to me." I replied. "When is she expecting us?" "Not for a while. We have time to work out if you want to." He looked a little anxious. "Sure, I'd like that. Do you want to see if a racquetball court is free? We could play a game or two." I'd put my stuff in my gym bag that morning, hoping I could talk him into playing. I also had my spare racquet in my bag, for Cory to use. The grin vanished, as if someone had turned off a light switch. He looked at his feet. I gently placed a finger under his chin, forcing his head up to look at me. "We don't have to play. I'm sorry if I upset you Cory." I looked straight into his eyes. "Please, tell me what's wrong. Maybe I can help. Even if it's just by listening." It was obvious that he was upset, and at that moment I only wanted to take away his pain and replace it with joy. "Uh, well, my dad and I used to play a lot." He said in a trembling little voice. I waited, but he didn't seem inclined to elaborate. "So when I asked you if you wanted to play, it brought back memories of him?" "Uh huh, I guess so." He replied Then he suddenly looked determined. "Yeah, I'll play." "You sure? We don't have to, we could run or do something else..." "I'm sure. Let's play!" He still looked like had had swallowed something unpleasant. We went inside to change and see if a court was free. It turned out that all of them were. Looked like it was another slow Friday night at the Y. That suited me just fine. Cory didn't say a word as we changed, and I sensed that he wasn't in the mood for small talk. I was now determined to find out what was bugging him, even if I had to pull it out of him with pliers! I enjoyed the sight of him changing, getting into his gym clothes. He pickled up the racquet with a trembling hand. I sat down on the bench next to him. The locker room was eerily silent. Then, I picked him up bodily and sat him in my lap, holding him close. He threw his arms around my neck and began to cry, big, gulping sobs as if his world was ending. I just held him and stroked his hair, telling him that it was OK, to cry it out. It took a while after he calmed down, but I managed to get the story out of him. It seemed that when he was little, he loved to go to the Y with daddy to play racquetball. He was naturally curious and liked to see the men naked in the locker room, and loved being naked with them. One night, when the Y was crowded, he got a stiffy in the locker room. Hid daddy then slapped him across the face hard, calling him a faggot. Some of his daddy's friends (I now had a full-fledged hatred for the bastard) noticed and started to tease Cory (and daddy) about it. His father became totally enraged at that point and I gathered that a small-scale riot erupted in the locker room. The next day at school all of the other kids knew about the incident and began calling him a fag (and other things). He began fighting a lot, and his grades started to slip. Daddy picked about that time to run off with a bimbo ten years his junior, not even bothering to leave a note behind. I looked at Cory's tear-stained face and smiled gently at him. "I'm not your daddy, honey. I would never hit you for something that is normal and natural." He smiled tentatively at me. "Would you still like to play?" I asked him. He nodded yes. We played 2 quick games, and every time he became too intense I would do something to distract him, like bouncing a ball off of my own head, or tickling him until he begged for mercy. I noticed that he played very well for a boy his age. By the end of the hour, we were both sweaty and breathless. We went to shower. The locker room was still deserted, for which I was profoundly grateful. We both quickly stripped and I was again mesmerized by the sight of Cory's nude body. He was so perfect, so beautiful. I could smell his clean boy sweat, and it was driving me crazy! Control, Jeff, I said to myself. We walked into the shower area and began to wash. He turned to me with a grin of pure mischief, and said "Would you wash my back?" My heart pounded and the blood roared in my ears. I took the soap and began to wash his back. His skin was so soft and warm that I nearly lost control of myself. I had a raging, pounding hard on that felt like it would explode any second. I finally finished with his back (I had not gone down any further that the waistline where his tan stopped). He again turned to face me, and noticed my pounding dick. "Wow!" was all he said. I wanted to say something but I was incapable of forming a coherent sentence through my haze of lust. I then got the shock of my life as Cory reached out, wrapping his smooth little hand rather firmly around my throbbing member. I reached out to touch his slender 3" erect cocklet when we heard that locker room door creak open. We both jumped like we had been scalded, finished showering and went to get dressed. We never did see whoever had opened the door. He grinned at me the whole time we were getting dressed. I grinned right back at him. When we got into my car, he saw the bottle of wine and chocolate cake that I was bringing to dinner. Bribes for both mother and son. He only said "I love chocolate!" As I followed Cory's directions to his house, I thought hard about what had just happened. He had made the first move, and that was as it should be. But how should I respond? And how far was he willing to go? I resolved to myself that I would never hurt this wonderful boy. I was stunned as Cory then directed me to make the next left. This was my street! Could it be? Yes, he lived 3 buildings down from me, in one of the 2 bedroom townhouses. It looked like I would have to go back to church, because I now had evidence that God did indeed exist. I stopped the car and Cory started to get out, but I placed a gentle hand on his bare thigh below his shorts and said, "Let's talk a minute. OK?" He became serious as he saw my face. "Cory, I care about you very deeply. I'll never hurt you. All you have to do is tell me no." He looked at me shyly, amazed that an adult would talk to him in such a straightforward manner. He then threw his arms around me and said, "I love you!" Dinner was a great success with both the wine and cake being consumed in record time. Cory had us in stitches the entire time with his clowning around. It turned out that he did imitations, and he was good at it. I almost wet myself when he did his Newt Gingrich imitation! All too soon the dishes were piled into the dishwasher and it was time to put him to bed. His mom came out of his room and gave me a strange look, followed by a warm smile. "He wants you to tuck him in." She informed me. I smiled and said that of course I would. I walked into his room, and found a sleepy (and naked) Cory in bed on his belly with the covers pulled down to mid thigh. That sight was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. His butt was perfect, white and muscular. Without being asked, I began to caress his bare back. He just smiled. On impulse I turned the covers down further and began to massage his dainty little bare feet. I was in boy-heaven! He sighed in pure pleasure and completely relaxed, becoming a boy version of Jell-O. I returned to his bare back, keeping my touch light, using long smooth strokes. After a few minutes of this it was clear that he was fast asleep. I wanted to touch him all over, fuck him, take him right there and then, but I controlled my baser instincts and tucked the blankets around his sleeping form. I kissed him softly on the cheek. There was a sound from behind me and I turned, startled. His mom stood there smiling gently at me. How much did she see, I wondered? We walked into the living room and she made coffee. She threw her arms around me and squeezed me tight! I was amazed beyond words. "Thank you!" She said. "You don't know what a difference you've made to my son. He is like a different boy, like before his father left." "I really care for him. He's captured my heart, the little stinker!" That got another smile from her. "I know he loves you too." I became aware that my mouth was open and shut it with a snap. "Catherine," I began, "You need to know some things about me." My next words would either cement our budding relationship or put me in the deepest darkest jail that they could find. "I...." Catherine interrupted me quickly, "I knew that Cory was different than the other boys from an early age. I guess it's instinct or something, but I could tell. So could his father. For all of his faults he was perceptive. He tried to make Cory tough, to make a man out of him, but I knew the truth. Then the asshole left us because he couldn't take it any more. Knowing his son was gay." She fixed me with a stern look. "You'd better be good to him, or so help me I'll cut your balls off and jam them down your throat!" Yow! Threat and promise, all in one package. I had no doubt that she meant it, too. Silently I got up, went into the kitchen, and got a big butcher knife. I handed it to her, getting a startled look in return. "You can use this knife to do it with if I ever hurt him." I stated quietly, looking deeply into her eyes. Much to my surprise I found understanding there. "My God, I think you mean it!" "I do, Catherine. I'm in love with him. Your baby is safe with me. Unlike some, my big head still works when the little one wakes up!" We both laughed at that. "I have another thing to tell you though. Here's my business card. Notice the home address and telephone number on the back." She looked incredulous. "That's just down the street!" "Yep. The question is, should I tell Cory?" She looked uncertain. "I don't know, Jeff. I'll leave it up to you. It seems that I can trust your judgement." "Thank you. That means more to me than you can know." My voice was husky. "I had a miserable childhood. I'm determined that Cory will NOT go through what I had to. I knew that I was gay from very early on. The other boys began to get interested in girls, and I began to get interested in the other boys. I wondered what wrong with me, why was I different? I was terrified that someone would find out, so I had no friends. I couldn't let anyone get close to me or they'd find out my secret. That's why I read so much, it fills the void, at least a little. When I was 12 I tried to talk to my mother about it, in a very roundabout fashion. She looked me in the eyes and told me "I'll be GODDAMNED if I'll raise a faggot!" Thanks for the support mom." I was weeping openly now and Catherine was looking at me with compassion in her eyes. "I couldn't tell my dad since his usual solution to my problems was a backhand across the face. We lived in fear of him, never knowing if the psycho or the nice dad would come home. If he'd had a bad day, we knew we were in for it, my brothers and I. I considered suicide very seriously in my early teens, and again in my mid-twenties; fortunately I was much of a coward to actually do it. I've always figured that I'd get old and die alone." I could feel the tears streaming down my cheeks. "So you see, I KNOW what he's going through. I know the pain and confusion that he feels. I know I can help him avoid some of the mistakes that I made." I finally ran out of words. "I've never told this to another soul Catherine. Thank you for listening." Strangely enough, I actually did feel a little better. Now she was crying too. She gently held me close as I cried myself out. I hadn't cried since I was 12, even at my mother's funeral. Finally I got up to leave. She gave me a warm goodnight hug. I didn't know that Cory had heard every word. Chapter 5 - Weekend Workout That night I couldn't stop thinking about both of them. Cory was such a nice, smart, gorgeous kid and his mother was so damn understanding. What should I do now? What was right? What was best for Cory? As God was my witness I hadn't the slightest idea what to do now. She knew what I was and didn't think I was evil, or to call the cops on me. I went to bed that night in a state of total confusion (and arousal). The next morning I got up early and went to the grocery store, the cleaners, the bank, my usual running around. I got home and started to lug my various stuff into my apartment (it seemed that I had only bought heavy things at the grocery store). I had just grabbed a bag of sodas when I heard a familiar voice say, "Need some help?" I turned around to see Corey standing there with a cocky grin on his face. "Hello, Angel." It was the first time I'd called him that out loud, and I wondered how he'd react. Just then the bag split and dumped my sodas out onto the sidewalk. Mindful of Cory's presence I said "Rats!" He giggled again and informed me "I think 'shit' is the word you were looking for!" "Wherever did you hear such language? What's the youth of this country coming to? Where has all the morality gone these days?" I lamented. Well, as intended, this reduced him to a state of helpless giggling. I smiled and tousled his hair. He put his arms around me, still giggling. We picked up the sodas and my other groceries and went inside my apartment. The first things he noticed were my bookcases, all four of them, all bulging at the seams with books. "Wow! Have you read all of these?" I just looked at him. Everyone who saw my apartment asked me that, and I'll never figure out why. Of course I had! Why else would I have them? Cory realized this and just walked over to them. His eyes lit up when he came to a row of Amazing Science Fiction magazines from the '40s and '50s encased in plastic. I also had quite a few Analogs and Galaxys from the same period. For those of you who don't know, that period is (correctly) known as the golden age of science fiction. "Can I read these? Please? I'll be very careful, I promise. Pleeeeeeaaaaasssseeeee?" he begged. Now, quite aside from their monetary value, these were among the first SF I'd ever read. They were given to me by an aunt, and I'd rather have my liver pulled out than part with them. They were also rather fragile, despite the protection. "I don't know Cory. They're very old, and delicate. They are also my most prized possessions." I was really torn; I loved Cory, but.... then I hit on a solution. "You can read them while you're here, but you can't take them with you. OK?" His eyes, already wide, positively glowed up. His smile brightened the room and I felt it right down to my toes. "Thanks Jeff," he said in a quiet voice. He knew how much that decision had cost me. Then I asked him how he happened to find me. He stammered and blushed furiously. Then it hit me! He knew I lived in the neighborhood and was out scouting! I looked into his eyes. "Were you eavesdropping on your mom and me last night?" I demanded. He looked at his feet and mumbled "Yeah." I sat down on the couch heavily. He had heard it all. I wondered what he thought, hearing me cry like a baby last night. My mind whirled in confusion. I became aware that Cory was sitting on my lap, facing me, legs straddling me. His concerned face looked me anxiously from a distance of about a foot. "Are you OK? Should I get you some water? Some aspirin?" Then he grinned. "A heart monitor?" he inquired sweetly. How I was beginning to adore this boy! I came to my senses and began to tickle his ribs with one hand while holding him with the other. He tried to get away but I had him trapped. I stopped after a few minutes and looked at him seriously. We needed to talk. "Cory, did you understand what you heard last night?" "Yeah, pretty much. You like boys, right? I mean in general; and me in particular. Right?" "Yeah, you got it kiddo. How do you feel about that? And about what your mom told me about you?" "Well, I never heard a grown up cry like that before. I wanted to hold you, make you feel better, but mom was doing a pretty good job of that. An then what you both said," he halted for a moment, then went on, "I've known I like guys for a while now, that I was different from other kids, I just didn't want to admit it to myself. Does it make me a fag?" He waited in fear for my answer. I smiled but inside I heard an echo of my own feelings, many years before, and I wanted to weep. "Cory, just trust yourself and don't bother about labels, OK?" I know you're a little afraid but you feel that you need to explore this facet of yourself. Just don't force it. If it happens, it happens." "OK." Then he smiled and leaned forward. "Let's start exploring!" he said, and then he kissed me square on the mouth. Chapter 6 - The Moment of Truth This was my all time fantasy come to life! A beautiful, horny boy was sitting on my lap kissing me! After a moment I began to kiss back. My senses were overwhelmed by his taste, his clean boy smell, the feel of his strong little body in my arms. We kissed, and he rather hesitantly opened his mouth a little. I ever so gently opened mine and let my tongue slowly slither into his mouth. He tasted to pure, so clean; his mouth was to hot and wet. I felt an almost electric shock when out tongues touched, and then we were tongue dancing madly, swapping gobs of saliva. I gripped him a little tighter and opened my mouth completely, as did he. I began to systematically explore his hot mouth with my tongue, and he was moaning and squirming on my lap like mad. I extended my tongue still further and began rimming the entrance to his throat. He abruptly quieted on my lap, becoming very still except that he began rubbing his crotch against mine, dry-humping me. I increased the speed of my tongue and felt him speed up the bucking of his hips. As he began to hump madly, I extended my tongue all the way down his throat; he abruptly went rigid on my lap, bucking and moaning, and I realized that he'd had his first orgasm. I broke the hiss and held him in my arms as he came down from his orgasmic high. My dick was leaking pre cum like crazy and my skin felt like it was on fire! He leaned against me, panting and sweating. Gradually he quieted. I looked at him, both of our chins wet with saliva. That had been one sloppy wet kiss! Finally he recovered enough to say "Thank you!" "I should be thanking you, Honey. You are incredible. Was that your first orgasm ever?" "Yeah, it was amazing. Now I know what the big deal is about having one. I can't wait to have another!" "Why wait?" I said to him and began to remove his shirt. He raised his arms to help. He was so gorgeous! Clear pale skin, large pink nipples (about the size of quarters) slightly sticking out, and a defined boyish chest and tummy. I kissed him on the mouth briefly, but I had other things in mind. I worked my way down his neck, kissing, licking, gently nibbling; I paused at the spot above his pulse so I could feel it beating in him. Then I began licking and sucking on every inch of his boyish breasts, cupping them firmly, working on the hard little nubs of his nipples. I sucked hard on one as I played with the other, and he groaned ecstatically. Then I did something I had always dreamed about. Holding his hands above his head, I began to lick every inch of his bare, hairless underarms. He moaned appreciatively as I sucked on the most ticklish spot, right in the center of his left underarm. I quickly switched over and did his right one. He tasted clean, a little sweaty, and smelled of something I can only describe as Boy. Suddenly my dick could take no more and I shot the biggest load of my life into my undershorts. I felt the first pulse and tried to hold back, but I might just as well have tried to hold back the ocean. I grunted loudly as I shot my load. This time I sat there panting, trying to come down from my orgasm. Cory just looked at me and demanded, "Did you cum? I wanna see it!" "Yeah lover," I replied weakly, "I did. You can see it just as soon as I find the strength to stand up and get a towel." He just sat on my lap, waiting patiently. I got a towel from the linen closet and Cory resumed his perch on my lap. I got the impression that he intended to make it his favorite spot, which was just fine with me. I then began to unbutton my pants as the smell of fresh cum filled the room. "I've smelled that before!" Cory exclaimed. "But I can't remember where." I took off my underwear and Cory looked curiously at my cum soaked crotch. "Go ahead, touch if you want to." I told him. He took some cum on his finger and sniffed at it, and then stuck said finger in his mouth. I couldn't believe this! My dick started to stir again. He repeated the action several times, getting a good taste of my cum. "Like it?" I asked him. He just nodded absently, lost in the experience. Then he reached out and took my cock in his smooth little hand, again gripping quite firmly on my now ultra-sensitive organ. "Eeeeeeeyyyyiiiiiiiii!" The sound seemed to erupt from my guts. Cory didn't let go for a second. "Too tight? Oh, sorry." He loosened his grip a little. With his other hand he started to explore my hairy balls. It felt incredible. OK, enough was enough! It was time for us both to get naked. I stood briefly to take off my pants, dislodging Cory from his perch. He didn't let go of my dick, even to the point of switching hands when I removed his shorts. Naked he looked so hot! His 3" dicklet stuck straight up against the hairless belly. It was absolutely perfectly formed, with a slight upward curve, just like mine, and I could see it bounce a little in time with his heartbeat. I pulled him back onto my lap and kissed him deeply; it felt like every single inch of our skin was touching. I leaned back a little and looked at him. "Cory, I don't want you to be afraid to touch me. Just do whatever you like. The more you touch, the better I'll like it. If you're unsure, just ask. It's OK to talk while making love." "Are you going to fuck me?" He blurted out all at once. "Not today baby, and only when you are both ready for it and want me to. Not before. I'll never hurt you that way." He smiled again and began to run his smooth little hands all over my hairy chest. The feel of his hands on my skin was incredible! He played with my nipples, watching, as they became hard. Then, grinning wickedly, he began to suck my right one, hard. I could only moan and hold him close. Then I decided I just had to make this wonderful boy orgasm again. I pulled him close kissing him deeply, as I began to play with his firm boy butt cheeks. I squeezed and massaged them, getting a delighted squeal from him. Then I teasingly opened up his cheeks and stroked gently up his butt crack, pausing to caress his boy hole in a circular motion. He gasped loudly and became very still on my lap. I began to play with his hole more insistently, and he pressed back on my finger wanting penetration. I brought my middle finger to his mouth and told him to suck on it to lubricate it. He could taste his ass and I could tell it turned him on beyond words. I trailed my now wet finger around his hole, and then gently worked it in to the first knuckle. I rotated it in a circular motion to help loosen him up. He groaned, took his mouth from mine, and pressed his face against my chest. I eyed him with concern. "You OK there Angel? Am I hurting you? I'll stop if I am." "If you stop I'll die! Please, more, please, please, please!" I smiled and began to move him up to a standing position above me on the couch with my finger now buried in his ass to the second knuckle. He leaned over and grabbed the back of the couch to steady himself. This brought his dick up to my face level and I sucked it hungrily into my mouth. He tasted wonderful, a little salty, fresh and clean. I slowly explored the head, licking all the way around it, then letting my tongue explore the soft yet hard length of it. I could fit all of it into my mouth without any difficulty. On impulse I also sucked in his marble sized balls and rolled them around in my mouth. I heard my angel cry out and felt him arch his back, as he had his second orgasm. He remained hard in my mouth and I kept right on sucking. Barely a minute later he came again, this time he let out a bloodcurdling yell as he did accompanied by a truly huge back arching. He collapsed in my arms, spent. I gently stroked him for several minutes, telling him how much I loved him, what a wonderful boy he was, how special he was. Then he sat up and announced "I wanna make YOU cum!" He then got down between my legs and began to gently (he had learned) jerk me off. I smiled at him and he became bolder, lowering his head to lick the head of my cock. His tongue felt red-hot and I moaned loudly. The people downstairs probably thought someone was being murdered in here, but I was beyond caring. A drop of pre cum appeared at the end of my dick and my little angel licked it right off, then leaned up to kiss me on the lips. We tongue wrestled for my juice for a few seconds, then he returned to licking my dick like it was the world's best Popsicle. I could only close my eyes in pure bliss, so I missed seeing him lick HIS middle finger and gently insert it into my rectum. He then took about half of my cock into his mouth and began sucking like mad. His textured tongue worked the underside of my shaft, the glans, the head, and it felt like ten different kinds of heaven. It was too much for me, as I came in his mouth in a soul bending, stomach churning, earth shattering orgasm. When I returned to the here and now he was still sucking gently, trying to get the very last drop of cum out of me. I pulled him onto my lap and we enjoyed the afterglow of our orgasms. We playfully smelled each other's fingers and agreed that it was, as he put it, "max stinky". We washed our hands and went into my bedroom, still nude, to take a nap after calling his mom to let her know where he was. A nap with an angel. Heaven by anyone's definition.