Date: Tue, 15 Mar 2011 16:17:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Instructing My Son VIII

More twists and turns. Again, there are a few discrepancies between earlier
chapters and later ones, most notably the timeline. Not to worry however,
you probably didn't notice. N-Joi

Hugs
Tag
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It was weird to me. I never really imagined that it would be
possible. Alright, that's not how I meant that. I knew it was possible, I
guess I just didn't think it was possible for me. It was.

"Are you okay Loren," his still high pitched voice asked softly in my
ear. I nodded my head. Yeah, I was okay. A little breathless, in a little
pain, a little uncomfortable even, but I was okay. The weight of him lying
on me was practically nothing because he didn't really weigh much. His
slightly less than 9 inch cock, that was buried as far into my body as was
humanly possible, was a different matter at least from that position.

"Should I go ahead and start Loren; should I fuck you now?" I nodded my
head and squeaked out a yes. Devin started the process, pulling out a
little ways then moving back in. The boy was respectful, in that, he didn't
move quickly or slam his monstrous cock into me. He moved slow and
steady. It didn't take too long before the pain was completely gone,
replaced by feelings of pleasure.

London had fucked me on numerous occasions, had in fact fucked me just
before Devin had, but it was like comparing a pencil to a hammer
handle. Still, having my son plow my tight ass was a wise preparatory
move. I knew from experience that the position we were in wasn't the most
fulfilling, as it were, so I had the hung young thing stop and pull out of
me. I quickly rolled onto my back and pulled my legs back as Devin got into
position, guided his swollen cock head to the target and slipped gently
inside.

"Gosh dad that looks so hot," London exclaimed from beside us. Despite
having cum not 5 minutes before, my son was fully hardened and slowly
stroking himself. Devin bottomed out then put his hands behind my knees and
held my legs back for me then proceeded to resume fucking me. I really
preferred that position for a number of reasons but a big one was that I
got to watch the expressions on his smooth young face as he bred
me. Watching it go from awe, to bliss, to wonderment as he allowed nature
to take him through the creating of life process only enhanced the feelings
that I was already experiencing.

"What's it like dad having Devin's huge cock in your butt? Do you think
I'll be able to take it, to have him fuck me?" The image in my brain of
having my young son, a boy smaller than Devin in all ways, with Devin's big
cock shoved up his little asshole caused me to shiver with excitement. It
was going to be hot to watch, that's for sure.

"It feels okay baby boy," said, casting a glance at his face. "Devin," I
said, getting his attention, "put your arms under my legs then lean
forward." It took him a second but he managed it and once he was there
said,

"Oh man Loren, that's even better." With that he began giving me a better
fucking, pulling over half way out then plunging back inside of me until
his balls stretched out and his pubes poked my butt.

"Fuck dad," London said, drawing out the F word, "I'm gonna be able to cum
just looking at that. Gosh I can see everything from here. "He had moved,
of course, to a spot behind us so that he did in fact have a clear view of
Devin's big cock as it slid in and out of my body. "Devin's balls hang so
low dad, it's unbelievable. I felt London's hand brush against my inner
thigh as he reached in and cupped the young teen's heaving nuts, the owner
of said nut having stopped movement to allow my son to explore his body.

"That feels good London," Devin panted, sort of glancing over his shoulder
at my son. As soon as London let go Devin resumed his action. In time I
would hope to teach the boy how to move his tiny little butt from side to
side, to chance his pace and his direction in order to provide and even
better experience for both himself and whoever he was loving but for now I
was happy just having him plow me.

Since his head wasn't that far from mine I reached up and put my hand
behind his head and gently pulled it down as I raised my own. He knew what
I wanted and even though we had not kissed before he seemed more than
willing to give it a try. Our lips met about half way and pressed against
each other. It was kind of a lame kiss in that the boy had little to no
experience but still he tried, and still his lips were nice and soft and
felt good regardless.

"I don't know how long I can go without putting my sperm in you Loren," he
said. The boy still hadn't gotten into the swing of using slang terms,
which was kind of endearing.

"You go ahead baby, cum when ever you want to." It was our first experience
together, the 3 of us, and I had wanted to have the young boy drive his
cock into me from the first time I saw it in the pool house a few days
before.

After Devin had said he didn't want me to offer him money I promised him
that I wouldn't unless I had him do some actual work on the property. That
being said we were interrupted by his mother calling his name from outside
the pool house so he quickly put everything back in place and the 3 of us
went out to greet her.

Lynda was one of the house maids, responsible for the overall and always
needed dusting sweeping and moping. I saw where Devin got his looks, or
lack of, as she was a rather mousy and plain looking woman. Before that
moment I hadn't had much of an opportunity or need to talk to her but that
changed right away.

Right off the bat she thanked me for the raise and the bonus stating that
now she could afford to get Devin some new clothes. If the boy was
embarrassed by that statement he didn't show it. After she was finished
gushing over her good fortune I jumped in.

"Well Lynda, if I had my wishes I'd say to spend the money on things that
you might have more need for. When London and I get back from New York in a
few days I'd be more than happy to take Devin out and get him some new
clothes." I could tell from the expression on her face that she wanted to
argue with me about it but I went on. "You know, my son doesn't have any
playmates here and it seems that he and Devin have hit it off pretty
well. I'd like for Devin to come to work with you some times, now that
summer break is here, so that he and London can get to know each other
better." Unless the woman was completely clueless, which I would find out
later was the case, she knew that her boy didn't have many, if any friends
and having London as a friend would be a boon to him in more ways than she
could comprehend.

She looked at her son and then at me, back at her son then said, "Well, I
guess that would be alright, if you say so Mr. Carter, Devin and Mr. London
becoming playmates. I'm not really sure about the clothes part though. What
about the money, what would the other staff say?"

"Well, I would suggest that you not tell them anything. After all you got a
bonus just like they did so it wouldn't be unnatural for you to purchase
clothes for him. As for the money I think you already know that whatever
money I spend on Devin would be a drop in the bucket. It would be like
pennies really." I was already getting an idea that the woman wasn't the
sharpest tack in the box so I didn't want to overwhelm her.

"It'll be okay mom, I promise," Devin had said, moving from underneath the
arm that I had draped across his narrow shoulder and going to her
side. That the boy could run circles around her was obvious and even
further confirmed when she said, "Well alright Devin, if you say so." and
that was that.

London and I along with Childers had flown to New York the next morning by
helicopter at Straub's suggestion. Yes, we could drive but it would mean,
at a minimum, 5 hours on the road to and from. It was easier to fly in to
the Port Authority heliport and have a limo service in the city pick us up
there. When we landed a newer Rolls was waiting for us which quickly
whisked us to our apartment building that overlooked Central Park.

Not quite the Dakota in terms of name identification, it was very
sumptuous. In an older building, it took up half of the top floor, had at
least 12 foot high ceilings, 11 rooms which included 4 bedrooms and
servant's quarters, fireplaces, a full blown large kitchen, lots of marble,
hardwood floors. The view of Central Park from high arched windows as well
as a 400 square foot terrace was magnificent. The terrace had a great many
plants, not the least of which was trees in huge pots.

With Childers as our guide we went out to the best eateries in the city,
did a few obligatory tours between getting fitted for more formal clothing
which included formal evening wear for both of us as well as hand made
shirts and shoes. Childers had excellent taste in clothing; dressed as he
was in a stunning 3 piece charcoal pinstriped suit complete with a blood
red tie and matching handkerchief in the front pocket. It was a little
strange at first, spending the kind of money we did for London's clothes
knowing that the boy would likely outgrow them in a matter of months. I
don't know exactly how much money we spent but I don't think that 20 grand
would be an excessive guess.

London and I had sex of course but it was mostly limited to hands and
mouth. I had Childers in the apartment after all. We flew back home after 4
days but stopped in Hartford to spend some time with Straub after speaking
with him by phone. I had also requested that a car pick us up and drive us
back to The Oaks. I had a bit of a hankering to see the lay of the land as
it were. So it was that when it was time to leave we were met out front of
the building by a long black Rolls Royce.

Straub explained that it was a 1991 Phantom VI Mulliner Park Ward
Limousine. It was the last year of the nicely curved roof and trunk
lines. Aaron had refused to buy anything newer stating that they were just
too boxy, had no character. The rear door was opened and revealing interior
that offered plenty of space even if the rear jump seats were in use. The
upholstery was black leather, the carpets dove gray, the wood burl finish
that housed a small TV and bar gleamed.

"Wow," my son said as he stepped inside. "Look dad it even has curtains on
the windows." Indeed it did. Jason, my driver and bodyguard for the week
pointed out the intercom button in the event that I needed to communicate
with him when the window between us and the front compartment was up. We
shook hands with Straub and were on our way.

It was an uneventful drive for the most part albeit a quiet one. I had
never been in a Rolls Royce out on the highway so I wasn't prepared for the
smoothness or quietness of the ride. We arrived at the Oaks just in time
for dinner and since Elizabetta had been aware of our arrival we basically
walked in, refreshed ourselves and sat down to eat. After dinner Childers
and I sat down for an hour of going over things. I had a great deal to
learn about running a large estate and staff even though Childers did the
grunt work. We often included London in our sessions so that he would learn
as well. That evening Childers informed me that he'd found what he thought
would be an acceptable replacement.

Childers contacted the organization where he had trained; the most
outstanding butler academy in the world. The man in question was 36 year
old, British, had graduated at the top of his class 17 years prior,
Childers explained.

"He has been employed by a very wealthy international banker until
recently. He is fluent in 4 languages, has had professional drivers and
house management training among other things and desires to live in the
United States as he has family members here." Childers showed me a couple
photos of and attractive man as well as recommendations from the academy
and his current employer. His name was Jensen. I gave Childers the go ahead
to hire him.

"On another note Mr. Carter, once he arrives and has settled in I would
like to request some time off." The man had not had any time off for almost
4 years and wanted to return to England to see what remained of his
family. I saw no reason to deny him that. We finished up and I went looking
for London which, in that house, took awhile. I found him in my bedroom,
asleep in the sitting area with the TV on. I got him up, undressed and into
bed then headed back downstairs to visit Aaron.

As a concession Aaron was wearing a pair of boxers and an oversized
t-shirt, his thinning hair damp from who knew what. He wanted to know how
the barbecue had gone and was curious if any of the staff children were
there and I told him they had.

"Oh yes, Elizabetta's son is a very hot little number. Has an older brother
who is also hot. I actually sucked the younger boy off a couple of times
when he was oh, 13 or 14. He was nicely hung if I remember correctly. You
might find him a suitable playmate for you and London." He went on to say
that he'd caught the twins jacking off in the theater one afternoon. "That
was fairly exciting. Didn't seem to bother them at all that I'd caught them
either." I asked him about Devin and the old man smiled.

"Kid's hung like a stud horse. I sucked his cock a fair amount of times,
thought about trying to get him to fuck me but never got around to it." I
told him that Devin had shared his experiences with me which caused the old
man to raise an eyebrow. I also shared the concerns the kid had over the
money, said he hadn't spent a dime because his mother would wonder how he
got anything that he might have bought. Aaron responded by saying that the
kid was smart as a whip and could have come up with some story for her
except that he was just really nice kid.

"The boys' mother is a stump you know. She's nice and she does her job but
she doesn't have the brains of a gnat." I nodded my head then went on to
tell him about the replacement Childers had arranged. He told me that
Childers had been offered a position at the International Academy in the
Netherlands but had turned them down in order to stay with Aaron. Aaron
sighed heavily.

"I met Childers when he was about 11 years old, took a fancy to him right
off the bat. I gave him his first blow job when he was 12. I grew quite
fond of the boy and when he offered to let me fuck him when he was 13,
well, I knew he would do anything for me. We became permanent lovers and I
tell you I've been with a lot of boys and girls but Childers was the most
passionate of them all. I know, that's a surprise. There wasn't anything he
wouldn't do for me. I brought him into my home as an adopted nephew, paid
for him to attend private school and then the International academy. Being
my butler was really the only way we could continue to live under the same
room once he became of age. I could take a woman as a concubine you see,
but not a boy or a man, and Childers refused to be a kept man in any
case. He wanted to be of service."

"Believe it or not the last time he fucked me was the night before I "died"
and it was sad for me, knowing it would be our last time together. He was
the only male over the age of 14 that I ever allowed to penetrate me and he
continued to service me through all these years. My wife knew but didn't
care. She adored Childers as well and for all I know he may have been
fucking her too." I was completely astounded by Aaron's revelation.

"Childers knows you're down here doesn't he Aaron?" The old man looked at
me then nodded his head slowly.

"Yes, he does," he said quietly. "It was Childers who identified the body,
had a local doctor sign the death certificate. I'd done a good job of
setting this thing up and paid a lot of money so there was no autopsy, no
investigation, nothing. I died, went to the funeral home and was cremated,
end of story. I wasn't going to tell you but I seem to be compelled to
share my life with you Loren, to unburden myself of some of the things I've
done." I thought that it must be very difficult for Childers, knowing that
his benefactor, his lover, was alive and well and he yet he couldn't be
with him. That was what was on my mind as I headed back up to bed.

The next day was rather dreary and wet. I had called Devin's mother the
night before and requested that she bring Devin to work with her and so
found the boy in the kitchen when I went in for my morning coffee. He was
seated at a small table that sat out of the way in one corner and greeted
me with a big smile then asked how our trip was and also wondered where
London was.

"He's still upstairs asleep," I told him. "I was thinking about taking a
morning swim, want to join me?" I swear the kid got a sparkle in his eyes
then said that would be nice. One of the kitchen staff brought my coffee
and Devin and I got up and left. We chatted as we headed down the various
halls and stairs that led to the basement. In the locker room I told him
that I wasn't planning on wearing a swim suit and again, he smiled, then
said that was fine, that most of the time he and Aaron didn't either.

We started the undressing process, the boy seemingly sneaking little
glances in my direction. When he got to his underwear I noticed that what
he was wearing appeared way to tight for him as well as worn and rather
dingy. They also seemed to struggle to hold the boy in place. I watched as
he slipped them off and was again amazed at the sight of him. I quickly
slipped my own clothing off and just stood there in front of him, the boy
looking at my crotch without shame.

"You got a nice one Mr. Carter," he said. I told him he could call me Loren
and he nodded his head. I felt myself begin to harden and it didn't go
unnoticed by Devin. "It looks like you're getting a boner Loren," he said
quietly. He stepped up to me, reached out and took hold of my cock and
squeezed. "I've never seen a man's cock get hard. Aaron never did, he said
he was too old. It's so warm." He let go and I sat on the bench in front of
him, noticed that his own sausage seemed to be on the rise. I reached out
and took him in my hand, sort of, since half the thing extended past my
palm.

"That feels good Loren," he said quietly. I squeezed and stroked him until
he was fully hardened, continuing to be amazed at the size of the kid. I
leaned my head down as I raised the stiffened shaft up then took him into
my mouth. Devin inhaled sharply the moment I closed down on him, not that
there was much room in there even with my mouth wide open. The first
thought that ran through my brain was that he was going to rip me open when
he fucked me.

Devin put his hands on my shoulders as I began to suck him, moving my head
back and forth as much as possible, which wasn't a whole lot. I stroked him
with one hand while the other moved underneath and cupped his heavy balls,
hefting and gently squeezing the large smooth sperm makers.

"Oohhh," the boy moaned as I worked him. I really wanted to get him into a
bed but that wasn't going to happen in the immediacy. He finally said he
was going to cum pretty soon so I stopped.

"Would you like to try to suck mine," I asked him. Again, the boy nodded
his head vigorously while telling me he had never sucked on a cock before
but had wanted to really bad. He got to his knees on the tiled floor and
took hold of my cock and pulled it downward. I watched him cover his teeth
with his lips before he put his mouth over my swollen head and closed
down. The boy bobbed his head a little as his tongue moved over the satiny
surface of my cock head, cleaning off the seeping precum. I reached down
and grabbed hold of his monstrous cock and gently stroked it while he did
me.

Needless to say the boys' mouth got sore fairly quickly and he backed away
then stood up. I asked him if he'd like me to make him cum and got the head
nod again. I told him to sit on the bench while I straddled it next to
him. I moved in nice and close, draped one arm across his narrow shoulders
and grasped onto his pole with the other hand. He practically leaned into
me as I began to jack him off.

The hand on his shoulder moved and I let my fingers gaze up and down on his
smooth face and I swear the boy almost purred. "Have you ever been kissed
Devin?" He shook his head as he looked at me. I leaned my face toward his
and the boy turned his head upward to give me access and a second later our
lips touched. He had no experience at kissing so didn't move his lips too
much but after the first few pecks seemed to get the hang of it. My fingers
gently held cupped his jaw line and I held him in place as I opened my
mouth which caused him to do the same. In a second it turned into a full
blown kiss with Devin moving his lips against mine and when my tongue
slipped into his mouth the boy didn't flinch but pushed his tongue back
against mine. I felt ripples of pleasure slide down my body.

Being with a new boy for the first time was exciting as all hell and my
body was responding to it appropriately. I finally broke it off and the boy
inhaled deeply.

"My gosh that was nice Loren," he all but gasped.

"Let's make you squirt your sperm out," I said and focused on that
task. Devin reached between his legs and cupped balls as I jacked him off,
continuing to be amazed at how much cock the boy had. It didn't take very
long.

"I'm gonna squirt pretty soon Loren," he panted and sure enough I felt his
cock thicken against my hand. "Oohhh gosh," he managed to squeak out before
a glob of cum shot out of his dick and landed on the floor. It wasn't a
whole lot but the next one was. It was a long stream which didn't really
fly out but sort of burped out and draped down over my fingers. There were
a few more such globs but it seemed like there wasn't really any pause;
that the next one came burbling out before the one before it had
finished. By the time he really did finish, his sperm was dripping off my
fingers and onto the tiled floor in an almost steady stream. His cock head
continued to ooze the stuff out, all the while Devin was panting like a
racehorse.

I continue to stroke him although slowly, trying to keep up the afterglow
for the boy. I finally stopped and sat for just a moment while Devin worked
at getting his breathing back to normal. I wiped his cum off my hand then
smeared it over my own cock head and began to work it, stroking just on the
sensitive head. Devin turned to watched me then stood and straddled the
bench like I was, our legs touching and his big dick towering over
mine. Remember that it wasn't that much bigger than mine, it was just that
he was so much smaller.

"Why did you put your sperms on your cock Loren?" I explained that it
worked as a lube. I was closer than usual, probably due to the
circumstances. I concentrated on using my fingertips to slide up and down
over the sensitive underside of my cock head and was rewarded a moment
later with a powerful orgasm.

The first three jets shot out onto Devin's lower belly which caused the
boys' eyes to open in surprise. The next few oozed much like his had but
since his cock was so big I lay mine alongside his and my cum oozed out
onto his still nail hard shaft and swollen cock head. I moved into a slow
nurturing full handed stroke.

"Gosh that's a lot of sperms Loren," the boy said with awe in his high
pitched voice. Since I did in fact make a lot, I wiped it up with my
fingers, smeared my cum on his cock head then wrapped my fist around it and
twisted my hand. The boy gasped loudly, his eyes all but rolled in his head
and he exhaled heavily. I took hold of his shaft to keep the thing from
moving and worked over his cock, squeezing, twisting and constantly moving.

"Oh god Loren I'm gonna cum again, oh god." I moved off the head as the boy
came again, his cum shooting out and landing on my inner thigh. There was
only one shot however, the rest was oozing and not a whole lot of that
either. Devin's eyes were closed through the whole thing and his jaw was
almost hanging open. The plain looking kid with the huge cock was
definitely in awe.

I slowed down then finally stopped and sat back on the bench, my eyes still
glued to the deformity that rose up from the small young teen's crotch,
white goo hanging off the tip like a fishing line. Devin finally opened his
eyes, sort of, and shot me a lazy smile that reflected satisfaction. He
moved toward me so I put my arms out and he moved the rest of the way and
planted his upper body against mine and hugged me. I hugged him back,
reveling in the feel of him.

"That was awesome Loren," he whispered in my ear then sat back down. "This
will be so much more fun that being with Aaron cuz you can get hard and
make sperm and stuff. I liked it when he played with me and made me cum but
this is way better. Thank you.

"Thank you Devin. I'm really glad that you enjoyed it and I know that
London will be happy too."

"So are you and London really playing sexy?" I nodded my head. "That's way
cool I think. I don't have any guys in my life to do anything with, and I
don't mean just this stuff." It was kind of sad and I vowed to try and
include the boy in things that London and I did as much as possible, not
just the sex.

"So, was that the first time you've been kissed Devin?" He smiled and
nodded his head so I asked him how he liked it and got a shit eating grin.

"It was great Loren; I really liked it a lot." I reached my hands for him
again and he came in close and we kissed a little bit. I tried to give him
the general idea without actually talking and I think the boy got it. When
we broke it we talked a little bit about it. My dick had gone down mostly
but Devin was still mostly hard, which I pointed out. I suggested that we
swim for now since London would be waking up soon if not already. He said
that was okay and so into the pool we went. I began doing some laps and
Devin continued to practice his breast stroke.

I finally got out of the pool about 20 minutes later, Devin right behind
me, and we headed to the showers. I really wanted to play some more but I
didn't want London wondering where I was at or worse catch me playing with
the ultra hung young boy. Not that London would mind or be jealous; I just
didn't want that to happen. It was amazing watching Devin in the shower,
watching the hose swing and sway and watching Devin watching me. It seemed
that the boy was very interested in sex and that was pretty exciting.

We finished, dressed, and headed up the back stairs to the second floor and
the master suite to find London only to discover that he was already up and
gone. We traipsed downstairs, checked the library quickly before I jumped
on the walkie talkie for Childers who informed me that London was in the
breakfast room.

`Oh Yes, the breakfast room, how could I not know?' Christ, how many people
have a goddamn breakfast room anyway. The aforementioned room is a lovely
smaller room on the other side of the kitchen that overlooks the terrace,
gardens, pool and the like. Done in lighter pastel colors it has lots of
glass and plants and is more light and airy which makes it feel much less
confining that the formal dining room or the informal dining room.

"I've started a German pancake sir," one of the kitchen staff said as I
passed through the kitchen. "Would you like bacon and eggs or something
else with it this morning?" I told him whatever he cooked would be fine and
kept going.

London was sitting at a table for 10 with a large glass of orange juice and
reading a book. He smiled and got up when we came in the room, gave me a
hug and kiss and said hey to Devin then asked what we were going to do
today. I said that I thought we'd do some clothes shopping and my son
responded with `again.' I reminded him that hiking boots and other more
durable outdoor wear were in order considering where we lived besides I
wanted to get some new clothes for Devin, who got slightly embarrassed by
that statement but didn't say anything. Under his breath London said,

"I thought we were gonna, you know, do sexy stuff with Devin." Equally
under my breath I told him I wasn't sure how we would go about that without
arousing some kind of suspicion by staff or accidentally getting caught by
staff. The Devin surprised me. Being equally conspiratorial he said,

"Aaron has another house that he took me to sometimes, just for that
reason. It's a small house, well, smaller than this one, and it's sort of
hidden away by walls and gardens so it's very private."

"Do you know where it is Devin," I asked, continuing to speak in a soft
voice. He said that he kind of did but couldn't be sure.

"But Childers knows." I didn't ask the boy how he knew that but overall,
that didn't surprise me. I was trying to figure out a way to find out when
the staff came in with breakfast, the 3 inch high baked pancake catching me
by surprise. Everything was set on the table, the pancake cut into pie size
slices which caused it to deflate, and then we were left alone.

We kept talk light as we ate and when we were done I called Childers for
some direction. It was mostly for clothes shopping and where to go but I
also wanted to know how I was going to get there because I didn't want a
driver. Needless to say the older man provided that information and a whole
lot more. He gave me the names of stores that I might want to visit for
what I needed.

"As for driving Loren there are 4 vehicles at your disposal. Mr. Nussbaum
has a delightful Continental GT but sometimes he prefers something a little
less outré in which case he would use the Dodge. There is also the Rolls as
well as a Ferrari." The older man paused for a moment then said,
Mr. Nussbaum also has a smaller home that he used when wanted to get away,
have some private time." He handed me a hand held GPS system and said that
he had already entered the address. I heard what Childers said as well as
what he didn't say and was once again grateful that I had him around. As we
headed out he said, "The keys are in the ignitions Sir."

As I said, it was a wet and dreary day so we grabbed jackets and headed out
to the garage. As Childers had said, all four cars were there. The Ferrari,
which I discovered was a 599 GTO sat there looking mean in it's `fuck me'
red gloss paint. The Bentley Continental GT looked like a fast family car,
which it was and of course the Rolls was `The Rolls'. The inconspicuous car
was a 1969 Dodge Charger RT. Pitch Black with the tiny round stock hubcaps
it looked innocuous, unnoticeable except maybe by automobile
aficionados'. Oh, and the heavily tinted windows.

"This is the one that Aaron used when we went to his other house," Devin
told us. I opened the drivers' side door and got a bit of a
surprise. Bucket seats, a pistol grip 4 speed and, as promised, keys in the
ignition. London got in the back while Devin and I got in front. I put the
car in neutral and turned the ignition which seemed to have a bit of a drag
to it which gave me the feel of a low battery but when the thing fired up I
about shit my pants. It was loud, then sat and rumbled, the entire car
shaking slightly from the bridled power. It was then that I saw the barely
noticeable hood emblem; HEMI. I looked up and saw a pair of metal clasps on
the visor and pulled the visor down. Spaced about 4 inches apart were two
remotes. I pushed the one on the right and the door behind me began to
open.

"Does Aarons other house have a gate Devin?" He nodded his head and told me
that the clicker opened the garage door but the gate opened automatically
when the car got within 50 feet of it. I put the shifter in reverse and
slowly let the clutch out and it caught about half way and the car slid out
of the garage.

"So, shopping or play," I asked. The answer was unanimous so I turned on
the GPS and after pushing a few buttons saw that it was 10.4 miles from
where we sat. I cruised down the gently curving driveway and as I neared
the front entry the wrought iron gate began to open. I coasted through the
high arched limestone entry way and following the electronic voice
directions turned left onto the country road that fronted the property. It
appeared to be stick straight for at least a quarter mile, maybe more and
since there wasn't another car in sight I punched it. The car gave a
throaty roar as it shot forward, both rear tires burning rubber. Just
before it red lined I banged second, caught a little more rubber and we hit
60 miles an hour practically before I had time to blink. Both boys laughed
out loud and so did I as I slipped the car into third.

15 some minutes later I approached the guarded entrance to a gated
community and was passed through without being stopped. Large, stately old
homes crouched behind walls of foliage, brick, stone or other types of
material or combination thereof. "Its right up that street," Devin said,
pointing to a side street off to the right and as we turned he told me it
was the house at the very end. As we approached I saw parts of a roofline
through heavily leaved trees, the property surrounded by red brick pillars
set 15 feet apart and connected by black wrought iron fencing whose
uprights looked to be set on a 10 inch center and whose 9 feet tall tops
were spiky spears. As promised the gate started opening as I approached it
and we passed through. A short curved driveway ended in front of a 2 story
brick, Georgian style mansion replete with at least 3 chimneys, black
shutters at every window and a two columned entryway. A touch of the second
clicker opened the door to one of the 3 bays in the attached garage.

"Honey's, we're home," I called out but of course the boys didn't have a
clue what that was about. Inside I found 2 other cars; one an older t-bird,
as in '55-57' and the other one I didn't recognize although it was an old
car. Long and black it was a 2 door and I could see red interior but that
was it. When we got out I checked it out and found it to be a Lincoln
Continental Mark II but had no idea what year but it sure was a boat.

We followed Devin in into the obligatory mud and laundry room where Devin
took off his shoes so London and I did the same. We took a right turn just
inside a large kitchen and down a hallway to the open, 2 story foyer at the
front of the house. A wide stairway led to the second floor and another
hallway took us to the master suite, a large corner room with its own
balcony that overlooked a large backyard, swimming pool and gardens. For a
love nest it was pretty darn sweet.

We sort of just stood there for a minute, none of us quite sure how to go
about doing what we were there to do. It seemed a little too cold and
calculated, planned. Devin appreciated the dilemma and saved the day as it
were.

"Sometimes Aaron liked to undress me." I asked the boy if he liked that and
he smiled then nodded his head. I knew that London liked it too. It worked
for me too cuz I liked undressing boys. We decided to have them stand side
by side while I went through the motions, shirts first then pants then
socks. After I got the shirts off Devin said to London,

"I never played with another boy before and after we talked in the pool
room at your party and I got to see your cock and stuff I went home and
beat off thinking about stuff we could do." I rubbed and pushed at the
front of both boys' jeans before unsnapping and unzipping them.

"I thought about being with you too Devin. I've only been with one other
boy. I didn't beat off but once when my dad was sucking on my cock I
pretended it was you. No offense dad," my boy said looking down at me. I
had Devin's jeans down first, said no offense taken as I slipped them off
then rubbed at the host that was rising in his briefs. I moved my hands to
London's jean and London's hand replaced mine at Devin's front causing the
plain looking boy to sign with contentment.

"Can I kiss you Devin," London asked and of course the boy said yes. I was
moving London's pants past his knees when he turned slightly, leaned
forward put his lips against Devin's while lifting first one foot then the
other in order to get the pants all the way off. I glanced up and watched
the two youngsters kiss, London's hand on Devin's butt and Devin's on
London's shoulder. Yep, I thought to myself, this is gonna be a whole of
fun. I rubbed at my son's fully hardened cock as it pressed against his
briefs before slipping them down then off. As I moved to Devin's briefs the
boys' hands changed; Devin's hand gripping London while my son rubbed at
Devin's narrow chest.

I hooked my fingers in the red trimmed elastic waistband, pulled out and
then down, freeing up the hose like cock. As he stepped out of his
underwear I heard London almost gasp. "Fuck Devin." Again, the young boys'
cock wasn't that much bigger than mine it was just that his body was so
small and compact.  I took hold of the raging pole, pulled until the head
was looking at me then put my mouth over it and began to suck.

"Oh man Dad," London exclaimed as I took in and released a good 5 inches of
young boy cock. London still stood close to the boy and when I felt
movement I glanced sideways to see Devin's fingers wrapped around my sons'
cock and slowly stroking it. After a few minutes I switched cocks and
suckled London for another few moments before stopping and standing before
the 2 naked boys.

"Can I try to suck your cock Devin," London asked.

"I wish you would," the small young teen said, one hand absently playing
with his low hanging balls. London got to his knees and did what I had
done; pulling the large dick downward then simply put his mouth over the
head. I practically came as I stood there watching my young son sucking on
a monstrous cock, his mouth open wide and his cheek bulging outward. Devin
was looking down at the action then looked at me through half lidded eyes
and gave me a lazy grin.

I quickly got undressed and stood next to Devin and put and arm across his
shoulder then bent and kissed him. This time he was ready for me, this time
he had at least a small bit of practice and wasted no time in opening his
mouth to allow our tongues a mutual exchange of information. I felt
movement then my cock head heat up from the warmth of my son's mouth. It
didn't last real long before London stood up and Devin said he wanted to
suck on London. I suggest that we move to the bed and once we were settled
Devin crawled up next to him.

"I love your dick London," the young teen said as he lay next to my
son. His hand was wrapped around London's rigid cock and slowly stroking it
while he looked my boy over. "You're getting hairs London," the boy said as
if it were the biggest deal in the world. "Are you making sperm yet?"
London nodded his head but added that it wasn't much to which Devin
muttered "cool."

I was lying on London's other side just watching and rubbing his slender
chest. It had been hot watching Toshi play sexy with London and it was just
as hot watching Devin do it, especially when I glanced down at the pole
that was sprouting between the other boys' legs. Again, I wondered briefly
what it was going to be like getting fucked by the boy and there was no
doubt that was going to happen, maybe before we left the house that day.
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For other stories about large cocked young boys go to the prolific author's
link at Nifty home page & scroll down to Tag Michaels:

David: A Boys Story...  I pushed my briefs all the way down, stepped out of
them, and stood fully naked in front of them, all seven inches of smooth
(almost eleven year old) cock standing at rigid attention. "Jesus fucking
Christ, lookit that size of that thing" said the older teen.

Majah & The Amazing Foot Long... At barely thirteen, looking maybe eleven,
Majie was as cute a button and no bigger than a minute, the top of his
spiky brown hair barely reaching my chin, and I'm only five foot seven. He
was a skinny little thing, giving the impression of being underfed. Maj had
bright blue eyes, a small nose with a few freckles.  He was the kind of kid
that men and women alike wanted to cuddle and hold.  Majie also had an
eleven and a half inch cock.

The Player-Mainland Sojourn series ..."You got a pretty nice cock D," the
boy commented. I figured that gave me permission to glance over in his
direction and I did. I'd seen quite a few cocks in my time, on quite a few
boys and men. The piece of flesh hanging in front of the diminutive 14 year
old boy was an award winner, one of the finest cocks I'd ever seen. The
thing had to be nine inches long, maybe longer, and of a nice girth, more
thick than thin.

Brotherly Instruction...  "How big is yours Jeff?" I asked my 15 year old
brother.  "Just a little bit over eleven inches," he said with pride. I
asked if everybody had cocks that big and he told me no, most people didn't
get past six or seven inches so I asked if I would get as big as him.
"Dunno Jace. Maybe. The twins are about eight and half inches now and
they're 13. Dad is pretty big so I would guess that you'll probably get
pretty big too, just like the rest of us

Galen's Notorious Bulge ..."You sure about this Galen?" He nodded his head
and said he was very sure. I signaled for him to come closer which he
did. I reached up and pulled the waist cord of the bathrobe then opened it
all the way. Hanging in front of my face was easily nine inches of thick
flesh. The head seemed as large as a small apple and hung a good four or
more inches lower than his balls which were still mostly a wrinkled sac
closer to his body.

Little Red Roosters ... "You ever get tired of being stared at?" I heard a
melodic voice ask quietly behind me. I turned to see a boy about my age and
size smiling at me and peeling his own suit which caused me to glance down
and discover that the boy that was hung like I was.

"As you can guess I get it a lot too. You got a nice one though." Like me,
he was a good seven inches long but had more hairs than I did, the patch of
black curls restricted to the very base of his thick boy meat. His balls
weren't quite as big as mine and didn't hang as low either but they were
just as smooth.  It turned out that we both started growing when we were
eleven or so and both had reached six inches before we ever had a single
hair. Both of our fathers had the facts of life talk with us early for both
fathers admitted that they too had matured earlier and faster than other
boys.

Morgan ...  The kid was the most gifted male that I'd ever seen and on his
smaller body it looked even more incredible. I let go of his stiffening
cock and rubbed the large orbs. I got a deep sigh for my efforts and
Morgan's deep blue's closed as he relaxed into the feelings that were
ripping through his body. I went back to his cock, now about half way hard,
held it upright and stroked it a half dozen times, sliding his foreskin
back and forth over the head and helping to bring him to full tumescence. I
couldn't believe how big he was; easily 9 inches or more and as thick as my
wrist.

Even Straight Boys Do It ... John Lee was the only black person I'd ever
known and of course to a small town boy in the sixties he was a novelty and
I'd been somewhat fascinated by him. The pink palms and soles of his feet
and pink tongue, a contrast to his deep chocolate brown skin, were amazing
to me. John Lee's cock was another source of fascination; heck, his whole
crotch was. First of all his dick was bigger than Alex's as if that were
even remotely possible. In fact when John Lee first saw my best friend's
dick he said,

"Sheeeit boy, you must have some nigger blood in you somewhere. I swear I
never saw no white boy with a dick that big." Alex was 8¼ inches at the
time.