Date: Mon, 8 Mar 2010 10:13:37 -0800 (PST)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Curious Boy

This story was originally intended to be bi-sexual but as usual I felt that
I needed to lay some ground work before going there. I hope that it's
satisfactory as it is. There is no truth to it. It's a story. I'm not a 31
year old college professor nor is there a boy anywhere in my life, let
alone one that looks like Ryder. I rather wish there were, not for sex but
simply to gaze upon. The story contains sexual activity between a man and a
preteen boy. If you don't like this sort of thing, if it's illegal where
you live, perhaps you consider leaving and going to Reader's digest home
page. Otherwise, N-joi

Hugs
Tag_m

I pretty much knew when I first began the relationship with Ryder that the
hot little 12 year old really was a straight boy at heart. I knew that the
sexual experiences that we shared were centered around his curiosity as
well as his getting off as often, and in as many ways, as possible.  I had
no doubt that the boy loved me, maybe even as much as I loved him, but
there was no way I ever expected that he and I would be lovers beyond his
teenage years let alone for the rest of our days. In fact if we were still
sexually involved past his 15th year I would have been surprised.

I didn't particularly believe that, like me, he was bi-sexual either. Okay,
I honestly don't know if I'm bi or not. I mean, I was married, had fathered
2 kids that I never got to see once the bitch left me, although I was
required to send the support checks. The reality was that I was seriously
attracted to boys; boys between the ages of 12 and16 although the closer to
the beginning of puberty the better. Unfortunately I hadn't had a whole lot
of experiences with boys. Some, yes, but the grand total was barely into
the double digits. My masturbatory fantasies almost always centered on a
boy or boys. Every so often they would involved the female of the species
but only if it was intergenerational, that is, a young boy with an older
woman, a man or a boy with a pre-pubertal female. But those were few and
far between.

No, I figured that I was mostly gay, if there is such a thing. I'd had my
share of sexual experiences as a teenager but hadn't been with a female
until I was in college. I plowed that field for awhile, eventually got
married but divorced within 6 years. While the reasons for the divorce were
varied I'm sure that part of it was because I didn't fuck her enough. I was
busy jacking off thinking about being with boys.

I met Ryder while I was teaching at a community college in a medium sized
city of a hundred thousand people. He and his mother moved into an
apartment in the building where I lived in early January. She and I ran
into each other as I was coming out of an elevator and she was waiting to
go in, carrying a laundry basket filled with the usual cleaning agents and
tools.

"Professor Anderson," she said, the shock of seeing me quite
apparent. Gabrielle, her nickname was Gabby of course, was in one of the
classes I taught and I was her advisor. Gabby was a beautiful woman. In her
late 20's she was the typical high school cheerleader type: long blond
hair, big tits and a tight little ass.

"Hey Gabby," I responded, "Are you moving in?"  She nodded her head,

"Yeah; me and my 12 year old son. Do you live here?" I confirmed that I
did. I wasn't thrilled with the idea of one of my students living so close
to me. It wasn't that I had anything to hide particularly; I just wasn't
keen on the idea. However, hearing that she had a 12 year old son sparked
my interest. It wasn't that I intended on making a play for him but given
how attractive his mother was I was sure any child of hers had to be cute
and thus provide some new fantasy material at least. Boy howdy was he.

I ended up meeting him later that day as he was carrying a large box from
their car to the apartment and noticed immediately that Ryder took after
his mother in a variety of ways. If I was attracted to women I could have
fallen for Gabby but loving boys as I did, my heart flipped at the sight of
Ryder.  He was a compact boy, about 5 feet even, and couldn't have weighed
more than a buck ten, and that was being generous. His sandy brown hair was
slightly long and shaggy but didn't detract in any way; in fact it gave him
a bit of an impish look that enhanced his large hazel/green eyes. His face,
wider at his cheek bones and more narrow toward the chin, was smooth and
blemish free. The pale skin was soft looking, his nose narrow and slightly
bobbed, his lips the most perfect and most sensual that I'd seen in some
time.

Ryder and I hit it off that first day. I overheard his mother telling him
that she needed to get to work and that he'd have to fend for himself in
terms of dinner. Clearly the boy wasn't all that thrilled with the idea and
I found out from him later it was mostly due to his being new to that part
of the city and not knowing anyone. I intervened and offered to stand him
to his first meal. Gabby was both gratified and reluctant; not wanting to
intrude on me but I was fairly insistent, assuring her that it was not
problem. I elected to take him out to a burger place close to the college
and afterward we took my remote controlled car out to the parking lot and
ran it around until it was almost too dark to see. From that point on we
were friends.

Because Gabby was in school part-time and worked full time Ryder was alone
a great deal. The boy's father had not been in the picture since Ryder was
2 and part of the reason that Gabby moved was because she had broken up
with her boyfriend of 4 years and moved out of his house. She had confided
in me that the man wasn't all that fond of children and while not abusive
to Ryder, he didn't spend any time doing things with the boy. Like any boy,
Ryder seemed to need a positive adult male in his life and so it was that
he gravitated to me quite easily. His mother seemed to feel the same way
about her son's need and allowed him to spend as much time with me as I
would allow. Again, she was reluctant in the beginning but saw how close
her son and I became in such a short time. Fortunately Gabby didn't see me
as "mate material" and gravitate to me like her son did. That would have
posed some serious problems all the way around.

The relationship became physical fairly quickly and of course was initiated
by Ryder. It began, typically, with goofing around; tickling, pushing and
other sorts of things that boys do to get physical attention. It progressed
to an arm around the waist when we were walking somewhere, hugging hello
and goodbye, cuddling on the sofa while watching TV. Kissing was added to
the mix but that was primarily when he was saying goodbye and then only if
his mother wasn't present. It didn't take long before he told me that he
wished that I could be his dad.


One of the classes that I taught was on sex and sexuality and as such I had
a variety of books on the topic which of course Ryder discovered fairly
early on. In keeping with that and his age it wasn't a big surprise when
Ryder first asked questions about sex. Bear in mind that this was the early
70's and the internet had not yet been invented and boys his age often
retained their innocence, often times into their teens. It is equally
possible that for one reason or another his mother recommended that he talk
to me if he had questions.

Ryder's initial questions had to do with physical development. Small in
stature for his age, the boy apparently wasn't developing as fast he would
have liked, but then what boy did. So it was, about 5 months into our
relationship, when he proudly announced to me that he'd "finally started
getting hairs on his dick."

"Ya wanna see em Thomas," he asked excitement and pride quite evident in
his still high pitched voice. I was pretty sure he knew what I'd say or he
wouldn't have asked so when I said yes he quickly unsnapped and unzipped
his jeans then pulled the waistband of his white cotton briefs down,
keeping all but the base of his cock hidden. I got to my knees for a close
up view and indeed there some light blond strands at the base of his
boyhood pride and joy. "Feel how soft they are," he said so I put my finger
against his pubic bone and gently rubbing it back and forth a few times.

"Yep, they are very soft," I told him then stood up. "I'm very proud of you
Ryder," I said as he re-zipped and buttoned and as soon as he was done he
hugged me. I hugged him back, loving the feeling of having the boy in my
arms.

"Do you think I'll be making sperm soon Thomas," he asked me.

"If you aren't making sperm already then it shouldn't be too long before
you are."

"But how will I know," he asked. I was a little puzzled by his question,
assuming that just about any 12 year old boy would know the answer to that
question. My education, training, and teaching experience kicked in and
reminded me that people learn at different paces.

"Have you not started to masturbate Ryder," I asked him. He shook his head
so I asked him if he knew the basics, knew how it was done.

"Well, sort of I guess. You just move your dick around." I nodded my head.

"Well, it's a little more complicated than that but essentially I suppose
you're right."

"Can you show me Thomas; can you show me how to do it?"  If I was surprised
by his first question, I was shocked by the second one. Showing the
adorably cute boy how to engage in a male's favorite and time honored past
time was something that I would love to do, had even jacked off fantasizing
about it. But fantasizing about it and doing it were two distinctly
different things, one of which was a jail-able offense.

"Umm, well, I..."

"Please Thomas. I really want to know about that stuff." The boy wasn't
exactly pleading but close to it and it was a behavior that I'd not seen
from him before.

"Well, Ryder, that isn't exactly the kind of thing that an adult shows a
boy how to do. I could explain it to you I suppose." He seemed a little
disappointed but agreed that would work. I decided that using one of my
books might help so went over to the wall of bookshelves, searched for a
moment then pulled a thick tome from the shelf. The book was one of those
over sized hardbound volumes, like an atlas, with heavy gauge paper and
glossy photographs and had been published in Sweden in the 1965. I headed
toward the sofa where Ryder joined me and typical of his behavior he
snuggled up close to me.

"Before we start Ryder, I need to ask you not to share what I'm doing with
your friends. I mean, you can tell them whatever you want about what you
learn but please keep me out of it, okay?" He nodded his head in agreement
and I opened the book, thumbing the pages until I found what I was looking
for.

The place I stopped at began with a series of photographs the first one
being a row of males that started with a boy about 5-6 and ended with an
adult male. They were all naked of course so it showed the growth and
maturation process which was particularly evident in the crotch. I thumbed
to another page that was a series of images, 6 to a page that showed the
area between the navel and knees of a male standing up. Judging from the
size of the genitalia, body development and lack of body hair except a
small patch of dark fuzz at the base of the softened cock, it appeared that
the model was a boy between the ages of 13 and 15.

The pictures began with the boy standing with his arms at his sides and his
cock, about 4 inches or so long, in its default state. The next 5 pictures
showed the cock in various stages of erection ending with it fully erected
and standing proudly in front of its owners' flat belly, the hairless sac
of balls in full hang, one below the other.

"It got alot bigger," Ryder exclaimed, pointing at the last photo, "and the
head looks red." Indeed the appendage had stretched out to a good 6 inches
and the head was engorged from the excess blood that was captured
there. The next series of pictures showed the boy gripping his hard cock
with a thumb and two fingers, starting at the middle of his dick then
various positions moving upward then back downward. One could also see a
difference in how the boy's balls hung when the fingers were all the way up
or all the way down. There were 10 of them so it gave a good depiction of
the topic at hand, so to speak. The next series of images were closer in
and showed a small amount of sperm oozing out of the slit then more and
more until there was a stream of cum running down the underside of the head
and onto the boy's fingers.

The next series of images would have been considered pornographic if seen
on their own or in anything other than a legitimate educational text. The
purpose was to show that ejaculations were not all the same and most of
them depicted the subject lying down. Where one image showed the model with
a puddle cum or drops of cum directly under the spermy head of his cock,
others showed the chest or bellies of the model with sperm splashed all
over the place, some in large drops and of course some in slashes of thick
white goo.

The sizes of cock, balls, and pubic patches were varied indicating that a
number of models were used. Some of the cocks were uncut and the foreskins
were in various stages of full and partial retraction all of which prompted
more questions from the cute young thing seated next to me. Looking at the
pages caused me to begin to harden up and while I'd used them for jacking
off from time to time I think the reason for firming up that time was
because Ryder was looking at them with me and I wondered if it was having
the same effect on the boy. I got the answer to that question immediately.

"Gosh," Ryder said softly, "looking at this makes my dick go hard. Is it
spose to do that Thomas?"  I chuckled a little.

"Well, I don't think that "supposed" is a word I would use but certainly
the word "can" or "does" is appropriate. Looking at photos like this causes
plenty of guys react that way Ryder." His hand went to the crotch of his
shorts and pushed at whatever he found, which I assumed to be his rigid
cock.

"Does it do that to you too?" I told him that sometimes it did and when he
asked if I was hard right then I had to think about what to say then nodded
my head. "I don't feel so bad then," he said, palm still pushing slightly
at his groin. I asked why he might feel bad about it and he said he wasn't
sure but that having that happen while looking at guys seemed weird. I
explained that it wasn't weird at all. He seemed to understand.

"Are there any pictures of girls in there," he asked quietly, as if his
mother might somehow hear him. I smiled and said there were but I wasn't
sure I wanted to go quite that far with him and explained that there might
be other sources for that information.

"Please Thomas," he asked. "I'm really curious about that stuff too and I
trust you, you're my best friend. Please?" The best friend part probably
had more bearing on my decision than anything else. Without saying anything
I flipped to the part of the book about female anatomy and
maturation. Again there were images of females, this time from the neck to
mid thigh, starting at about 5 years old and ending with a fully matured
female. The ones of girls around puberty and a little older were the most
interesting as we saw the labia begin to enlarge as well as the boobs, the
clitoris become more visible and of course the growth of pubic hair. Those
images showed the beginning of hair growth with a few strands around the
slit, going to a strip of moss just around the slit and progressing to a
full on snatch thatch. We saw the change in tits as well. Of course Ryder
asked questions and I answered them. He was also curious about the clitoris
and it's function so I explained even more.

"Do girls masturbate?" I explained that masturbation was more prevalent in
older females than younger and of course the boy wanted to see some
pictures. I flipped back to the masturbation section, found what I was
looking for. The images showed the females on their backs, legs spread and
focused on their groin. Clitorises were very evident along with fingers
rubbing on them. There were some images of women using dildos as well, the
photographer having gotten right up close to the action.

"Gosh seeing that stuff makes my dick even harder and my belly tingle
Thomas," Ryder said, looking up and me. I told him I understood
completely. His next question was expected and I figured "what the hell; in
for a penny in for a pound," so I turned the pages to what he had
requested.

These images were of adults of course and showed a female being penetrated
by a male. One series showed it from above, looking down and another set
showed it from behind and between the models legs. Both of them appeared to
have been single frames taken from a film. The ones from behind the models
were the most graphic I thought because we saw the woman's legs spread open
and the man poised above her. On his hand and knees, his legs helping keep
the woman's legs spread open, his cock was angled downward toward the hairy
gash of her sex. His large balls hung in air, dangling like so much fruit
and looking as though sac had fallen out of his exposed asshole. The second
image shows the man's ass a little lower, with his cock head right at the
entrance, directed there by the woman's fingers. That was followed by the
head having disappeared inside, then his cock half way in and ended with it
all the way inside with his balls resting against her flesh. The female had
been partially shaved so it was easy to see every crease, fold, and
protrusion as well as how much the woman's cunt had stretched to
accommodate the man.

 There were some images of the woman sitting on the man both facing to the
camera and away. These were in a series as well so we saw everything from
only the head being inserted to nothing but balls visible. Needless to say
Ryder was almost breathless and his hand was busy at the crotch of his
shorts.

That section was followed by a section that was very Kama Sutra like with
single images of couples in various positions. Needless to say we couldn't
really see the actual penetration in most of them but that didn't really
matter. Ryder asked to see the boy masturbating pictures again so I flipped
to that section and after looking at them for a good two minutes, Ryder
continuing to fondle at the crotch of his shorts.

"Gosh I feel all nervous like, and anxious. I mean, I feel all sexy and it
makes me want to rip my clothes Thomas," he said and I noticed that his
voice tone had dropped a notch indicating that he was all up in a fog of
hotness.

"I understand completely Ryder," I said. "This is where most guys would
want to masturbate. It relives that nervous and anxious feeling."

"Well can you show me how to do it please?" I gave that some careful
consideration and while I was thinking he said "please" again, his voice on
the verge of desperation. I nodded my head.

"Okay Ryder but you have to promise not to say a word to anyone.  I could
go to jail for a long time because of it." There was a certain amount of
desperation in my own voice. Ryder promised he wouldn't, then asked what he
needed to do.

"I guess you should start by taking your pants down." I suggested that he
might be more comfortable lying down so stood up to give him room.

"Gosh Thomas it looks like you're hard too," he said, looking directly at
the front of my Dockers. Looking down I saw that it was indeed quite
apparent.

"Maybe we should do it together," he suggested. That thought had crossed my
mind but I figured that if we did it together he would do his and I would
do mine and I really wanted to do his. I wanted to be the first to go there
with him, to show him the pleasures of being touched by someone else, the
pleasure of experiencing an orgasm.

"Well, let's get you taken care of first, okay, then I'll think about
it. Ryder stretched out on the sofa but rested his head and shoulders on
the arm so that he easily see everything that happened to him. Once he was
settled in I knelt next to him, reached down and hooked my fingers in the
waistband of his shorts and underwear. Ryder lifted his narrow little butt
up off the sofa and I slid his clothing down at the same time that he
pulled his t-shirt up. The boy was everything that I ever dreamed of and
hoped for.

His cock was stone hard, quivering, standing almost straight up in the
air. About four to four and a half inches in length, he was circumcised,
the head seeming to be a perfect shape. His balls were totally smooth and
one was still held between his thighs, the other one more visible.

"Why don't I take these all the way off," I suggest and he nodded his
head. Once his clothes were off he let his legs spread out and his balls
hung between his pale smooth thighs. I could see a few of the hairs poking
out around the base of his cock and the desire to put my face in there to
suck and lick and just take in his odors was almost overwhelming. I reached
over and took hold of the rampant little cock between my thumb and two
fingers, then wrapped my fingers around it and gave it a good squeeze
before returning to a fingers and thumb grip. Ryder inhaled sharply.

I began to stroke him, sliding the skin up and down, watching his balls
rise slightly as I did it. Ryder's eyes closed briefly as the brand new
feelings ripped through his compact little body for the first time in his
life.

"Gosh that feels good Thomas," he said quietly.

"I'm glad that it does Ryder. It's going to get even better in a few
moments. I continued to admire his young body as I jacked him off. As I
said his belly flat and taut and because he was lying flat, the points of
his hips rose up on each side of him. His skin looked so soft and smooth. I
wanted to run my fingers and then my lips and tongue over every single inch
of his body. I looked at his cock, swollen and flushed red with blood, and
thought of the day that I was going to suck him somehow knowing that he was
going to let me.

Ryder's breathing started to come a little faster while occasionally a low
moan came from his throat. I saw his belly constrict and relax as his body
geared up for what was likely the very first orgasm that the boy would
experience.

"Oh gosh Thomas it's starting to tickle," he said and after a second added,
"really bad Thomas."

"Stick with it Ryder," I said, "you're almost there," gripping his cock a
little harder and moving a little faster. Then his entire body went stiff,
his hands pressing into the sofa at his sides.

"Oh god, oh god," he cried out as entirely new and incredibly intense
feelings rippled through his body. His cocklet got a little harder against
my fingers and thumb and then wonder of wonders, a little blob of liquid
popped out the slit and landed on his belly. Ryder was breathing very
heavily by then but had relaxed his body and I continued to jack him off. A
little more liquid oozed out and the show was over, until the next time.

"Well, it looks like you're a sperming boy now Ryder," I told him. The boy
opened his eyes, looked at me, and then at the small drop of cum on his
lower belly. I'd wanted to wipe my finger across his sperm then lick it off
but didn't because I knew that he would want to investigate, and he did.

"Weird," was about all he said after rubbing the droplet between his thumb
and finger, sniffing at it then wiping it on the sofa. He looked at me and
smiled. "I did it didn't I?"

"You sure did Ryder." He seemed about as proud as any boy who'd had his
first liquid orgasm and I was extremely happy for him.

"Are you going to masturbate now Thomas?" My cock was as hard as it had
ever been, uncomfortable in my cargo shorts. Still, I was a little gun shy
about exposing myself to a 12 year old boy. I wanted to, believe me, but
still it was a little scary.

"Please Thomas. I'll never tell a soul, honest and true, I wouldn't. I
really want to see how a man does it, to see a man's dick and stuff." I got
to my feet, told Ryder to scoot over so the boy sat upright, still leaning
against the corner of the sofa. I don't know why I didn't just shuck my
clothes right where I stood but I didn't. I unbuttoned my pants then sat
down on the sofa next to him. I pulled my shirt up under my chin, hooked my
thumbs in the waistband of shorts and briefs, lifted my butt enough to get
my clothing lower than my cheeks, then shoved everything down to my ankles
and sat back.

Ryder's eye went wide open and his jaw dropped slightly then he could utter
a "Holy smokes." I am about seven and on quarter inches when full tumescent
and right then, I was full on boned up. I'm fairly thick as well, my cock
head about as swollen as one can be. My balls tended toward being heavy,
and while not huge, I believe they're bigger than average, and thus were
hanging low enough for the skin to touch the sofa cushion under my butt. I
started shaving down there after my wife left me, thinking that it made my
groin area look younger than my 31 years, and my stuff look bigger, as if
that were even necessary. As such, my balls were completely smooth and the
thick nest of black curls at the base of my dick were kept in a neat patch
that didn't extend to my hip creases or more than 3 inches above the base
of my dick. Ryder simply stared at it for a good 10 seconds after his first
utterance.

"Gosh Thomas, it's huge," he said, his voice indicating his awe. "Can I
touch it?" I nodded my head and the boy moved closer to me, putting his
feet on the floor then reaching over and taking hold of my cock. He
squeezed up and down the length of me, as if to gauge its firmness. The
feelings of another hand, a boys' hand, on my cock shot waves of pleasure
though me. It had been 10 years since a boy had touched me and Ryder's
touch brought back memories of my youth, my college days, and a 16 year old
boy that I'd hooked up with.

"It's so hard and warm," he said as he stroked me a couple of times, "and
your balls are huge too. I bet they make a ton of sperm." He was quiet for
a second, his eyes taking me in. "Do you want me to masturbate you Thomas,"
he finally asked. Of course I did want him to jack me off or at least keep
his hand on me, playing with my stuff, but I knew that it might take
forever before I squirted.

"Do you want to try? It generally takes awhile for me to cum," I
responded. He had a questioning expression on his smooth face. "Cum is the
slang term for sperm, to cum means the sperm coming out or the overall
feelings of having an orgasm. As long as we're on the topic, guys don't
generally use the word masturbate, that's for teachers or parents talking
to their sons. The general term is jack off, but often guys say beat off or
jerk off.  But there are tons of other terms like whack off, bone off, pull
one off, stroke the joker, spank the monkey, slap the python or the snake,
choke the chicken, flog the dolphin, squeeze the weasel."  As I said it, I
don't think I'd ever realized how many animals were included in the
description. Ryder smiled at me and said,

"Well, okay, which one do you want me to do?" I had to laugh but simply
told him to call it whatever he chose but to go ahead and do it if he
wanted to.  Ryder maneuvered his body then took hold of me again and began
the process, stroking me 3-4 times then asking if he was doing it right. I
explained that there was no right or wrong when it came to jacking off and
guys usually found some techniques that they favored, but he was doing
fine. Actually it was more than fine for me, it was great. The boy went at
it with enthusiasm, gripping me firmly about mid shaft and managing a full
length stroke.

"If your arm gets tired let me know, okay, cuz it takes me a lot longer
than it does you." He made eye contact with me, nodded his head, and
refocused on my dick and what he was doing to it.

"What's that shiny stuff coming out Thomas," he asked me. I tend to make a
fair amount of precum and now that my underwear weren't in place to soak it
up, there it was, leaking out of my piss slit.

"It's called precum Ryder. It leaks out when a guy is hard and feeling
sexy." I explained the purpose of the gooey stuff which Ryder seemed to
simply accept. About 2 minutes into it Ryder changed hands and I wasn't yet
feeling any of the familiar tingle that told me I was getting closer.

"I have an idea, if your willing Ryder." He asked what. "How about if I
sort of lie on the sofa and you kneel along side and if you don't mind, let
me sort of play with your cock and your balls, that should help speed
things up." He said that was fine, we both moved to new positions and as he
took hold of my cock and returned to stroking it I reached over and began
fondling the boy. I started with his delectable balls, cupping and gently
squeezing the soft orbs. That brought a smile to the boys' face.

"That feels really good Thomas," he said. I felt things start to happen in
my balls, my belly, the signs of building up to orgasm.

"What you're doing feels pretty good too," I responded softly. I moved my
hand up and began stroking him again, closing my eyes for a moment to allow
my fingers to be my primary sense. When I opened them I could see that
Ryder was beginning to tire so reached down and gently enclosed my hand
over his and began jacking myself off. To his credit the boy didn't try to
take his hand away but let hold it there. From there, the feelings came
quicker and it only took a half minute before I told him that I was going
to cum and when I asked if he wanted to do it he nodded his head so I took
my hand away.

"Grip it a little tighter," I whispered and almost as soon as he I groaned
out loud and the first of six solid volleys of sperm shot out onto my
chest. Considering the length of my cock it wasn't that big of a reach but
still and all it impressed the hell out of the youngster.

"Wwwooooww," Ryder exclaimed after the third squirt, drawing the word
out. He continued to stroke, I continued to play with him, and my cock
continued to ejaculate, cum finally oozing out and running down over the
boys' fingers then dropping onto my heaving belly. "That's a lot of stuff
Thomas," he said, "does it always shoot out that much?"

"If I were to do it again in a few minutes, or even later today, not
usually, but if I wait for a few days, say three or four or more, yes it
would be about the same."

"Well I sure don't want to wait three or four days. Heck I don't want to
wait three or four hours," he said. He had already let go of my dick then
turned his hand every which way in order to fully investigate the white goo
on it, sniffing it, touching with the fingertips of his other hand. He then
pressed another finger into the stuff and slowly separated them, causing a
silver strand to stretch from one finger to the other until it broke; a
pretty typical boy behavior.

I had let go of his boy stuff and my hand found its way to my dick where it
squeezed and stroked gently in the typical afterglow of a sperming.  When I
chuckled at his statement about not wanting to wait he asked,

"What?" I went on to explain that was pretty typical of boys when they
first discovered the feelings of orgasm; that they wanted to do it again
and they generally did. I further explained that, boys his age often jacked
off every day, or almost, and sometimes 2-3 times in one day. I told him
that boys often jacked off together and that competitions about how much,
how far it could shoot, who could cum the fastest or hold out the longest
were quite common.

"Boys do it together," he asked as if not sure that heard me correctly. "Do
they do it to each other like we did?"

"Oh hell yes," I said with a grin. I was hoping to get the boy to that
point, to somehow offer up the idea that sexual interaction didn't have to
be limited to mutual masturbation, and he got there on his own. "Boys do
all kinds of stuff together Ryder; it's really quite common, they just
don't talk about outside of their little circle."

Needless to say he was curious and wanted to know what kind of things and
I, being ever the teacher, told him. Ryder, being ever the boy, was eager
to try some of them. I, being ever the boy lover, readily agreed and Ryder,
being ever the boy, didn't want to wait but wanted to get right at it.

"Right now," I asked him.

Ryder nodded his head vigorously then nodded toward the living room
window. "What else are we gonna do, it's pouring down rain."

"Trudat," I said sitting up, and picked up my underwear and began cleaning
off my cum, which was running down my torso in a variety of directions.

The need for further discussion didn't seem apparent to either of us. We
both took our shirts off and for a moment simply stared at each other's
naked body and I would be hard pressed to decide which of us was the most
curious. We were both still fully hard but while Ryder's pre-teen cock
stood tall and proud in front of him, mine was somewhere between that and
pointing straight out. At 30+ years old I was in pretty good shape, a 4 day
a week regimen at the gym helping keep my muscle mass up and my fat content
along with my waist, down. Ryder on the other hand had a terrific body.

He was, as I said, completely smooth except for his head and now, the base
of his boyhood pride and joy.  He had not yet started to really develop the
musculature that that would give him great definition but the lines and
creases were; under his pecs and between them, that line running all the
way to his outtie belly button. The lines that marked the outer sides of
his abdomen were slight at the top but after they made the curve inward
they deepened slightly. Just to the outside, toward the bottom of those
lines were the deeper creases of his hips, angling down and inward to
create a classic V, at the bottom which hung all that made him boy. Well,
at the moment, not all of it was hanging. Ryder's legs were still somewhat
thin although one could see that his quads were starting to bulk up,
creating a tapering to his knees. There wasn't a hair in sight unless one
was very close and could see the smattering of very short pale colored fuzz
that would some day darken.

"I can't believe how big your dick is Thomas," Ryder said, breaking the
quiet of the viewing ceremony.

"Thank you," I responded. "I think yours is terrific for a boy your age. I
believe that it'll fit perfectly in my mouth." That earned me a huge grin
along with,

"Well, what're standing here for, we're burnin daylight." I laughed large
at that.

"Indeed we are." I stepped over to Ryder and dropped to my knees in front
of him, took hold of his raging hard cock and pulled it down while rising
up on my knees. I admired it only for a second before dropping my mouth
over and taking the entire thing in until my nose poked him in the
belly. Above me I could hear Ryder gasp as completely new feeling tore
through his young body. I put my arms around his hips and his butt and held
him loosely in place while I proceeded to give the boy the first blow job
of his life and if I had my say, the first of many blow jobs. I swirled my
tongue over his silky cock head as I bobbed back and forth and frankly, I
could have stayed and sucked his cock until he gave up his second offering
to Eros but Ryder had other ideas.

"Stop Thomas," he said, gently pulling back from my greedy mouth. "I want
to try and suck yours."  Reluctantly, I let go and stood up. I'd had an
idea about maybe sitting on the sofa or even going to my bed but once again
Ryder had other ideas. Like I had done, he dropped to his knees and since
my cock was already practically looking the boy in the eye he didn't kneed
to pull it down very far.

"How do I do this?" I told him all he needed to do was cover his teeth and
showed him what I meant. A moment later I reveled at the warmth of my
swollen cock head in his mouth. I would experience many more cock suckings
from Ryder's mouth but that first one was probably the best, at least on an
emotional level. Looking down and seeing his smooth face, eyes closed with
his long lashes resting against the lower lashes, and the pinkness of his
sweet lips wrapped around my cock all made my heart thump harder and faster
that it already was and my chest almost fill with pride. He didn't do much
more that hold onto my cock and just move his head back and forth on it. As
I said, I'm not huge but I'm not small either and it was about all the boy
could do for his first time but that too was part of the mystique, the
thrill. It was the adorably cute young preteens first time with a cock in
his mouth. Had he been able to keep it up for more than 2 minutes I might
have blown a load into him, and how fucking hot would that have been. Oh,
it would happen in time of course and I would be amazed at how much the boy
would swallow but seeing my sperm leak out of his mouth and run down his
chin would be amazing.

"My mouth gets sore," he said, letting go and standing up. A rather coy
look spread across his face and he said, "I guess I'll just have to
practice more."  I agreed with him.

"How about for now I just do you again," I asked him and my answer was a
huge grin. I wanted a different play ground however and suggested my bed
and it was there that I licked his cock like an all day sucker, introduced
him to tea bagging, which he loved, and actually sucked on his smooth, soft
balls. The boy was in 7th heaven and he wasn't alone. Having his balls in
my face, drawing in the musky fragrance of him was intoxicating to me. I
could have spent hours just on his growing sperm makers but didn't. I
proceeded to suck his cock, laying my head on his flat belly, my other hand
busy playing with his balls, trailing a finger along his perineum to the
beginning of his crack, tugging gently on his sensitive nuts as I bobbed my
head up and down. He was small enough that my tongue could continue to
explore every facet of his cock most of the time. It was more difficult
when the sensitive head was being squeezed by my throat muscles.

Ryder moaned and groaned, ran his fingers through my hair, made my head bob
up and down as his belly constricted then relaxed from the intensity of the
feelings that were running through him. Needless to say I made him cum and
my tongue immediately took the small bubble of sperm and worked it down my
throat. I kept on sucking and swirling knowing that very soon he wouldn't
be able to stand it and true to form a moment later he began giggling and
pushing my head away.

"It tickles too much Thomas," he said in his high pitched melodic voice. I
left him, reluctantly of course, and crawled up along side him and just
waited quietly while his breathing returned to normal. I was propped up on
one elbow, my other hand resting lightly on his chest and gently
rubbing. My cock was still stone hard but I was content, at least for the
moment, to not worry too much about cumming.

"Your hand is warm," Ryder said, finally opening his eyes and turning his
head to look at me. "That was really fun Thomas, I hope we can do it
again."

"We can do it as often as you like Ryder," I said softly. He asked if he'd
made sperm that time and I assured him that he had. The boy was rather
excited about that, as I'm sure every boy that was ever created had
been. Then he surprised me by rolling onto his side and leaning over to
kiss me on the mouth. It wasn't a long drawn out thing but it wasn't the
kind you give your father either. He backed his head off about 6 inches and
continued to look into my eyes. Ryder's eyes were amazing and I could have
stared into them for hours at a time.

"I love you Thomas," he said quietly then kissed me again and this time it
was longer. I had moved my hand to his side when he rolled into me and
began rubbing up and down his rib cage, feeling each one. When he back away
the second time his face remained close to mine.

"I love you too Ryder. I'm so glad that you've come into my life." He
kissed me again, this time tilting his head so that our noses didn't hit
each other. His hand, which had been resting on my chest, moved up and
slipped around my neck as if to keep me in place, as if I needed anything
other than his lips to do that. I allowed my mouth to open slightly and
Ryder followed suit, turning the kiss into one that was more romantic and
sexually stimulating.

"Me too Thomas," he said after breaking it off. He let his head rest on my
shoulder then adjusted his body so that he was more comfortable. Lying that
with Ryder in my arms was one of the most satisfying feelings that I'd had
in years. I closed my eyes and simply reveled in it, the warmth of his
naked young body against mine, the overall odor of him. I hoped to hell
that his mother didn't plan on moving soon.