Date: Sat, 28 Nov 2009 07:02:58 -0800 (PST)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Arrynn

A story of man and boy as well as boy and boy. If such things are upsetting
or illegal for you then it is suggested that you look elsewhere for
entertainment.




"By the Gods A-Ron, I swear by all that's holy you're better'n any punani
I've ever had and I've had plenty," he whispered softly in my ear, his
beard tickling my skin.  I relaxed back into him, warmed by his body and
comforted by the strength of his arms. My name is Arrynn but he tends to
pronounce it at times with the emphasis on a hard A when in reality there
is no syllabic emphasis. Instead of Aaron, which is how everyone thinks
it's pronounced, it's actually like the word cairn without the c. I've
learned to settle for something in between, something half way between
air-un and airn, something softer than Aaron but not as soft as Arrynn,
something that hints at the Y.

"Oh!" You say. "Do you have to spend so much time explaining it?" Yes, I
do. It's the only thing I have left that my parents gave me, the only thing
left from my previous life.

"Thank you papa," I responded and held his heavily muscled arms tighter to
my chest as I tried to push my ass back into him a little more as if to get
every possible millimeter of his huge cock all of the way inside of
me. Despite what one might think I felt safe, secure, and cared for;
especially when he fucked me.

He wasn't really my father, more of a caretaker, a guardian I guess you'd
say. He'd found me wandering the streets when I was eight years old, cut
and bleeding. It was said that the explosions were caused by leaks in old
gas mains and exacerbated by the volatile chemicals used or manufactured in
the factories. I had also heard the word saboteurs used but I didn't know
what it meant and it really didn't matter much to me anyhow. Regardless of
the cause, everyone and everything I'd ever known had been lost in the
blink of an eye in the massive explosions that completely leveled 15 city
blocks in every direction; heavily damaged or destroyed everything for
another three miles beyond and damage diminishing the farther away you
got. Anything made of wood within 3 miles, and that included the hovels
where most of the factory workers lived, had been reduced to
splinters. And, reportedly, the explosion broke windows up to 40 miles
away. I doubt that a nuclear blast would have done much more damage.

I had been lucky, if being homeless and without family, friends, or
anything else that I'd known could be called lucky. Wearing a very light
shirt, a cap and trousers, I'd been walking away from the blast so the back
part of me caught the brunt of it. I'd been flung forward, breaking my
right arm when I unconsciously tried to brace myself for the fall, which it
didn't, and my face got introduced to gravel and macadam. I still have a
slight scar on the tip of my chin.

Johan's hand slid down until his fingers brushed into the hair at my crotch
then wrapped around my half hard cock. In the last year he had often
commented that, based on my cock alone, I could well be his narif maneete,
his blood son. A third of the way through my 14th year, I was slightly over
8 inches from root to tip when my foreskin was pulled back. Johan was
probably 3 inches longer than me and easily as thick as a grown man's
wrist.

My 11th birthday was the first time that he'd put that monster inside of me
and the pain had been incredible. Despite all the time spent preparing me,
his licking my tender little butt hole and inserting fingers until I begged
him to put something bigger than his fingers in there, it had hurt. But I
hadn't cried.

While 10 was the age that Johan had determined a boy eligible for actual
fucking we had been sexually interactive since I was 9 ½ years old even
though he'd had plenty of opportunity before that to fuck me. Johan could
also have left me to die on the streets, a fate that thousands of others
had met. He could have turned me over to the authorities which, because of
the overwhelming number of homeless and injured, would have likely ended in
the same manner, my death. Instead he'd taken me to his home, he had
rescued me.

Johan had stripped and bathed me then helped to clean and patch the
numerous cuts, pulled dozens of splinters and bits of glass from the back
half of my body. I had been inside of what was later called the 3 mile kill
zone and at that distance the force of the explosion forced the flying
debris through my shirt and trousers embedding them in my back and the
backs of my arms and legs. Had I been facing the other way there is little
doubt that I would have been blinded, that is, if I had lived.

I had been given drugs to kill the pain as my left arm was set and a needle
and thread were used to sew shut some of my deeper cuts. I don't remember
much of that period for I was in shock, had lost a lot of blood. I found
out later that it wasn't Johan that had fixed me up but an actual doctor,
although one who had long since lost his right to practice medicine
legally.

It had taken more than a month before I was able to wear clothes and even
then it was uncomfortable. Until that time I wandered around his house
naked, although wandering didn't quite describe my movement as much as
hobbling did; and that at a slow pace. In fact it was a solid week before I
could even get out of bed, or so I was told. Johan never said an unkind
word to me as he cleaned up bed blankets that I had shit and pissed on. He
never complained about having to feed me until I could feed myself, and
never complained about having to clean up after my feeble attempts to feed
myself with a right arm that had pulled shoulder muscles and a severe wrist
sprain. I was instinctively left handed.

When I had decided to become sexually interactive with Johan it wasn't
payback for all that he had done for me nor was any kind of payback
expected. At no time did he ever hold that over my head. And it wasn't
because he was a nice man for in almost all other aspects of his life he
wasn't particularly a nice man. Johan worked mostly outside of the law. He
got things for people, he did things for people; things that they couldn't
or didn't know how to do or get for themselves. He was a protector to many
and no matter what services he performed for people those services always
came at a price. My protection, his care of me, did not.

Before the explosion life had been difficult enough for most people that I
knew and certainly my family was no exception but afterwards it became a
real struggle. Because of Johan I never lacked for food or clothing and as
I said I did not lack for decent medical care whereas many people died
because the sparse resources of the city became totally overwhelmed.

 No, I became sexually interactive with Johan because I truly loved him and
I wanted to do for him what the other boys that he brought home did for
him. There had been women too but they were few and far between. Johan
shared his sleeping area with boys, always younger teenage boys, boys
generally not old enough to drive an automobile, not that there were many
of those available, boys not old enough to work in the factories, not that
there were many of those left immediately after the explosion.

The first time he brought a boy home I thought that he was going to send me
away, put me back on the streets where he had found me. Johan must have
sensed my fear for he took me aside and explained that the boy was just a
hutura, a plaything. I didn't understand and he could see that.

"Would you like to come with me and watch us Arrynn," he asked me gently. I
nodded my head. He put his arm around my shoulder, carefully because I was
still healing from my injuries and my left arm was still in the cast. He
beckoned the boy to come to him and the three of us went into Johan's
sleeping room. Johan sat on the edge of the frame of his sleeping area, his
bed, and had the boy stand in front of him. He began to undress the boy,
caressing the boy's slender chest once the shirt was off. Johan then untied
and unlaced the front of the boys' trousers and pulled them down to his
ankles. The boy did nothing to cover himself, allowing me and Johan to see
his pego, his cock, which was soft and hanging front of him. I was amazed
that the boy had hair down there, although it didn't seem to be a whole
lot, and I saw that his marbles seemed to hang so much lower than mine
which actually hardly ever hung at all. Until then the only naked body I'd
seen had been my own.

Johan reached out and took hold of the boys' cock and began playing with
it, squeezing it and moving his large hand up and down on it, and cupping
the boys' marbles. The boy closed his eyes and the smile that spread on his
young face told me that he wasn't in pain; that he was enjoying whatever
Johan was doing to him. And I saw his cock get all hard. Then Johan
surprised me by gently making the boy step backwards then getting down in
front of the boy and putting his mouth over the boys' cock and moving his
head back and forth on it. The boy placed his hands at the sides of Johan's
head at the same time as his own head rolled backwards and he moaned
loudly. It took a moment to realize that the moan was of pleasure, that
Johan wasn't biting the boy's pego. Johan's hands had moved to the boy's
slender butt and was rubbing and squeezing on the cheeks and seemed to be
pulling the boy toward his face. The boy began pushing and pulling his hips
and helping to move his cock in and out of Johan's mouth.

My hand went to the front of my trousers and squeezed at my own cock which
had gotten quite hard as I watched Johan and the boy. I didn't understand
that at all but I wasn't bothered by my body's reaction either.

Johan finally stood up and bade the boy to take Johan's clothes off,
specifically his trousers since Johan was already peeling off his
shirt. The boy got to his knees and when he pulled Johan's trousers and
short clothes down his cock sprung out and upward almost hitting the boy in
the face. I'm sure that my jaw was hanging down to my chest for Johan's
cock was enormous. As long as my arm between my wrist and my elbow it
looked as thick also. I thought it more like a tree limb sticking out from
a wild mass of black hair. Johan's marbles weren't marbles at all but balls
the size that a child might toss about in the back yard. They hung large
and hairy beneath his huge cock.

I wasn't the only one who had been surprised for initially the boy's head
snapped back as though confronted by a Dharti, the large snake that
inhabited the jungle. As I stepped closer the boy reached up and took hold
of the thing and peeled the foreskin back to reveal an angry red and
swollen head. The boys' fingers seemed to barely reach around it and when
he opened his mouth and leaned forward I couldn't believe that he was
actually going to get any part of the thing in his small mouth. The boy
managed to get the head inside and then a little bit of the shaft. He moved
his head back and forth and because I was closer now I could see his cheeks
move in and out and realized that he was actually sucking on Johan's cock
and thus surmised that was what Johan had been doing to the boy.

I wasn't sure why anyone would put a piss tube, or in Johan's case a piss
pipe, in his mouth. That didn't make sense to me. Judging from the
expression on Johan's face it made perfect sense to him as well as feeling
good. I knew that squeezing my cock, pushing and pulling on it, especially
when it got hard, felt wonderful. The same with my marbles when I tugged or
felt on them just as the boy was doing to Johan although Johan's sac filled
the boys' hand to overflowing. The boys' hand was moving on Johan's cock,
sliding the skin back and forth as he sucked it and I wondered why he was
doing that. Eventually I would find out that there were lots of things that
boys did to themselves and each other that felt good and was fun.

"My mouth gets sore from such a huge cock," the boy exclaimed as he stood
up to face Johan before looking toward me. It was the first time that the
boy had spoken and I found that I liked how his voice sounded; older than
my high pitched voice but not nearly as deep as Johan's. I noticed too that
the boy was pleasant to look at. While he had some dark hair growing at his
cock, his face and under his arms were as smooth as my own. He had large
dark eyes, a small button nose and somewhat full reddish lips. His teeth
were quite white, his hair a longish tousled black mass on his head. I
glanced at his cock which had continued to stand proudly in front of his
flat belly until that is, he covered it with his hand and began squeezing
and stroking it.

"Would you like me to make you squirt before we continue." Johan asked the
boy who responded with an enthusiastic nod of his head. I figured that
somehow Johan was going to make the boy pee and of course I wondered first
of all why, then how.

"Fetch the small bottle of cooking oil from the stove Arrynn," he said to
me and when I returned with it the boy was lying on the sleeping covers
with his legs draped over the frame. Johan had me hold the bottle while he
pushed the boys' legs back fully exposing his poop hole. I sort of leaned
in closer because I'd never seen one before and found it to be rather
interesting. I was shocked when Johan leaned forward and began licking at
the wrinkled muscle. Of course my little brain was overflowing with
questions but I had learned early that when my protector was engaged in
something I was not to bother him with questions. If he wanted me to know
what he was doing or why he was doing it he would tell me, often explaining
things in detail and sometimes letting me try my hand at it. In this case I
had no desire what so ever to try my hand at it, or my tongue as the case
may be. However it was interesting to note that Johan seemed to enjoy it
although not as much as the boy who was moaning with sounds of pleasure and
reaching down to pull his butt cheeks farther open than they already were.

Johan finally leaned back and asked for the bottle, poured some of the oil
on his finger then handed it back to me. He then slid the oiled finger
inside of the boy's poop hole and began moving it in and out. While he did
that, Johan leaned down and licked at the boy's smooth sac of marbles for a
moment or two then pulled his head away. He then held the boys' hard cock
upright with his thumb and fingers and began moving the skin up and down,
covering and uncovering the head of the boys' cock. The boy moaned loudly
and Johan called for me to stand next to him and watch, which I was more
than willing to do.

"Now watch closely Arrynn so that you may learn something." The boy's hands
were at his side, clutching at the blankets then he raised his head and
looked toward where Johan was doing stuff to him. His eyes weren't nearly
as large as they had been; in fact they were almost closed as though he'd
just gotten up from sleep. He groaned out loud and then an amazing thing
happened. A stream of the whitest pee I'd ever seen flew out of his pego
and landed on his chest. That was followed by yet another stream that
landed just short of the first one. The boys' belly was constricting and
convulsing as though he were throwing up and he was panting heavily. The
white stuff, which I decided wasn't pee, began sort of oozing out of the
boy's cock and running down over Johan's fingers.

Johan slipped another finger inside the boy then stood up, leaned down and
licked the white stuff off of the boy's belly all the while moving his
fingers in and out of the boys' poop hole. I watched as the boy reached out
and took hold of Johan's cock and began stroking it just as Johan had done
to him. I wondered if the white stuff was going to come out of Johan's cock
like it did the boy, assuming of course that it was the stroking that
caused it.

Johan finally stood back up which pulled his cock out of the boys' hand. He
asked me for the oil again but when I tried to hand it to him he told me to
pour it slowly onto his cock. I thought that was very strange but did as he
asked. As I poured it Johan smeared the stuff up and down and all over his
thick Dharti like cock then told me to stand to the side, pointing to where
he wanted me. He moved in close enough to the boy that his cock was resting
on the boys' cock and balls. Before I knew what was happening Johan pulled
his fingers out of the boy then pushed his cock at the boys' hole.

"No, please, it won't fit mister please, your cock is way too big," the boy
cried out. Johan raised the boys' legs, wrapped his arms around his thighs
and shoved hard. Apparently his cock must have gone inside the boy because
he let out a piercing scream, his whole body stiffened up, and his hands
beat at the bed covers. Johan quickly moved his hands underneath the boys'
knees and pushed his legs way back so I could see that indeed, Johan's big
cock had gone inside the boys' poop hole. Not only that, he kept pushing
until his body was against the boys' body. Once there he started to pull
back out, stopped half way and went back inside. On the bed the boy was
sobbing, his head was rolling from side to side and his entire body
continued to look stiff as a board. It seemed like he was trying to get
away but Johan held him tightly as he picked up speed.

"Settle down boy," Johan said in a gruff voice, one that I'd only heard
once from him. "You knew you were going to get fucked when you came with me
so settle down or you'll not be paid." The boy quieted down some but was
still sobbing. Johan had picked up speed, was taking his thick cock almost
all the way out of the boy then shoving it back in, hard. I started to hear
a whacking sound as his body slammed into the boys' body. It sounded almost
like a child being spanked and I suppose that, in a way, he was.

"You're so tight boy I expect that I'll spew quickly," Johan said. He moved
the boys' legs so that his ankles rested against Johan's shoulders then
Johan leaned forward and began moving with renewed energy. I noticed that
sometimes he moved his butt from side to side as he was pushing his cock in
the boy. I moved to stand behind him and could see his large balls swing in
the air then get mashed up against the boy's butt. I wondered if that hurt
because whenever I'd smacked my marbles like that it hurt like nothing I'd
ever felt before. From in back I could also see Johan's hairy poop hole
open up when he pulled his cock out of the boy then close again when he
moved forward. I was mesmerized by the entire thing, having never seen
anything like it until that day. It seemed to make my own cock be harder.

"Come over here and watch Arrynn," he commanded and I returned to where I
was beside him. He was pumping his cock pretty hard, the smacking noises
were pretty much drowning out the boys' cries. Then all of a sudden Johan
pulled his cock all the way out, wrapped his hand around it and began
moving his hand back and forth on it fast. His other hand moved down to
play with the sac of balls and he was panting as loud as the boy had been.

"Now watch Arrynn," he said and a low moan came out of his throat and a
blast of white stuff shot out and landed on the boy's neck and
chest. Another one flew out, and then another so the front of the boys'
body had slashed of white all over it. Johan then shoved his cock back
inside the boy and went back to doing what he'd done before. He kept that
up for another moment then pulled his cock back out. The boy was still
tearing and wiping his eyes but if I had to guess, with Johan's big cock
finally out of his poop hole he had to be feeling better.

Johan moved back out of the way and before he lowered the boys legs I could
see that his hole was opened and not a tight little muscle like it had been
before Johan stuck his cock in there and white stuff was leaking out a
little bit. I wondered if that meant that the boys' shit would just fall
out into his clothes from then on and I shivered at the thought. I wondered
too if white stuff was leaking out then Johan must have put some in
there. I was a little amazed considering he'd shot a lot of it onto the
boy. I was full of questions that went unasked.

Johan reached down, took the boys' hand and pulled him into an upright
position then kissed the boy full on the mouth and wiped the tears from his
cheek. The boy tried to smile but was having difficulty with it.

"There now, that wasn't so bad was it?" You are lucky that I treated you so
nicely and didn't just up and fuck you like a dog." Johan patted the boys'
damp cheek and ordered me to get a cloth with warm water on it and when I
brought it too him Johan tenderly wiped the gooey white stuff from the
boys' body. He then went over to where his chest rested against the wall,
pulled out a leather sack, poured some coins into his hand and gave them to
the boy who finally managed to muster up a slight smile and muttered a
"thank you." Johan told him to get dressed and left the room, his big cock
swinging in the air as he walked. I heard him go into the water room and
assumed that he was going to clean himself up.

I didn't know what to do so just stood quietly as the boy got dressed,
pulling his pants on rather slowly. I saw him wince in pain a couple of
times. When he was done he picked the coins up off the bed and put them in
his pocket and looked at me for a moment.

"Did he do that to you," he asked, nodding his head at my cast. I shook my
head.

"What happened?" When I didn't answer he said "The explosion?"  I nodded my
head then he nodded his.

"Lost my da, now it's just me and my ma and two little brothers. It's why I
do this, for the money. You have to do this too?" I shook my head.

"He doesn't mess around with you?" I shook my head.

"He will, one day." I shook my head again. I had decided that I didn't want
any part of that. I didn't want to have to suck Johan and I certainly
didn't want that monstrous pego in my poop hole.

And I didn't and Johan didn't force me. We talked about it though. When
Johan got out of the water room the boy was gone and I was sitting on a
chair in the main room shivering like a frightened rabbit.

"What is the matter Arrynn," he asked and I shook my head, my eyes glued to
the floor between my feet. He came up to me, put his hand under my chin and
gently lifted my head until I was looking at him, tears rolling from my
eyes.

"You are afraid that I will make you do such things." It was a statement
not a question. I only blinked at him, too afraid to even wipe the tears
from my cheeks. "I will never ever do that to you unless you ask to be
involved. You are like a maneete to me, a son. I would never force you. Do
you understand?" I nodded my head and he smiled at me, bent down and kissed
me gently on the forehead. "There are many boys, such as that one, that do
those things for money while some do it for the fun of it. I do it because
I love boys but I don't want a permanent boy lover, especially since you
are living with me. If there comes a time when you want to try some of
those things then it is only for you to ask. If you wish to watch me with
other boys you only have to ask." He then told me that he had work to do,
asked me if I was going to be alright and when I nodded my head, he patted
me softly on the cheek and left. For all his gruffness Johan could be
kindly.

While Johan brought many boys to the house it would be almost a full year
before I would be present while he did things with them. Most of the time I
would be reading in the main room when I heard the noises; screams,
sobbing, but also the sounds of pleasure for not all of boys experienced
pain when Johan fucked them, or at least not severe pain. I never heard any
sounds of slapping or hitting however for Johan wasn't like that, at least
not with his boys. People who crossed him were a different story. Sometimes
I would talk with the boys before they left the house when Johan was either
cleaning himself up or sleeping. Of course most of them were curious as to
why he brought them home as long as I was there to service him and all were
surprised when I told them that I did not have sex with Johan.

As I said before all of the boys were in their teen years and it seemed
that Johan's favorite were boys at the beginning of their teen years. All
of the boys were comely, a few could be considered beautiful by any
standards. Most were boys that looked and acted like boys while some seemed
more like girls, softer looking and acting.

One day Johan brought a girl home with him, at least I thought so, because
she wore a dress and had a very slight amount of cheek and eye color as
well as long wavy blonde hair. It was only afterwards that I found out that
it was a boy, a cheydari, a boy who makes himself look like a girl and acts
like a girl. We talked a little before he left and he even had a girls'
name. I didn't believe he was a boy so he pulled his dress up and pulled
his lace panties down and showed me his cock. He told me that he shaved
everything down there so it was soft and smooth for the men he was
with. When I asked him why he dressed like that he said because the Gods
made a mistake with him and made his outside look like a boy but on the
inside made him a girl. It was very strange for me and I wouldn't finally
understand it until later in life.

Very rarely did Johan bring the same boy home more than once and it was one
of those boys who persuaded me to watch him and Johan. His name was Keenan
and apparently Johan knew him fairly well because he asked him to stay at
the house and watch over me while Johan left the city on business. He was
only suppose to be gone over night but ended up being gone for three
days. I was worried to death but Keenan assured me that Johan would be
okay. During that time Keenan and I got to know each other pretty well. I
found out how he knew Johan and that Keenan actually worked for Johan
besides some times having sex with him. He found out why I wasn't having
sex with Johan and how it was all because of that first experience.

"Well that must have been frightening indeed Arrynn," he told me, "It's no
wonder that you choose not to share Johan's bed. But you will never know
the pleasures that can also be found with someone, it isn't all pain and
sadness you know. Perhaps you should watch Johan and me together it might
give you a different point of view. Maybe I could even show you a few
simple things so you can see for yourself," he added with a smile. I shook
my head while thinking "perhaps" as Keenan was a very handsome boy. His
face was smooth and clear, his eyes green, and he had a mass of brown
hair. Also he was kind and gentle with me.

Keenan had to sleep with me because there really was no other place to
sleep but on the floor as Johan's bedroom door was heavily locked. No one
was allowed in there unless Johan invited them and that included me.

"Your bed ropes need tightening Arrynn," Keenan said when he saw my
sleeping platform. He then went about pulling the dowels then tightening
the ropes that held the canvass to the support frame. I didn't have the
strength to pull the ropes tight enough then keep them tight while I reset
the dowel that kept them in place on the outside of the frame. Keenan did
the two ropes that held the outside then the top end rope before doing the
bottom and finishing with the two ropes on the other side.

"There that oughta hold us okay. I'll re-do it for you before I leave." He
then crawled underneath the frame and tightened the four corner ties that
held the thick foam piece to the canvass. Once done he crawled back out and
stood up. "Your bedcovers look fresh Arrynn," he said and I nodded my
head. "Perhaps we should bathe before sleeping." Again I nodded my
head. Keenan immediately pulled his shirt off then began unlacing the ties
at the front of his trousers. I tugged my shirt off as Keenan shoved his
pants to the floor and stood waiting for me. I tried not to stare as his
cock as I untied my laces and shoved my pants down then stepped out of them
one foot at a time. When I stood up Keenan simply took my hand and walked
me to the bathroom.

"We shall bathe together in order to save hot water," he said, adding, "is
that okay with you Arrynn?" I answered that it was although I was a little
nervous. Aside from my parents before they died, and Johan, no one had seen
me naked before and aside from Johan during the first few weeks of my
recuperation I'd not bathed with anyone before either.

In the bathing room Keenan led me behind the wall that separated bathing
from toilet and sink. We stood beneath the large round disc that the water
flowed from and Keenan pulled the chain. I quickly rinsed myself then
Keenan slid the chain into a Y shaped bracket mounted on the wall. The ball
on the chain kept the spigot open so the water would continue to flow. I
stepped back and watched Keenan go about soaking himself, my eyes all but
glued between his legs. Keenan's cock seemed long and thin to me although
not nearly as long as Johan's. I would learn that few men were as big as
Johan. There was a goodly amount of hair at the base of his cock but it
wasn't wild and bushy like Johan's. There was some hair on the sac of balls
that hung below, balls that weren't a large as Johan's but bigger than the
first boy that I seen almost a year before that.  I watched him pull his
foreskin back and rinse the head before reaching behind himself and getting
water to his hole. Once done he released the chain and the water stopped
and he reached for the soap and began washing himself down. I simply
watched him, watched his cock and swung lazily around, watching his balls
and they swung slightly between his legs. When he washed down there he did
it slowly as if petting a dog or a cat, lifting his balls and washing
underneath them and back toward his bunghole. He finished that and again,
reached behind him and washed his hole and when he was done he turned back
to face me, looking down at my waist.

"Well Arrynn it seems you like to look at me." I looked down and saw that
I'd gotten quite hard and I hadn't even noticed it. "My, you're pretty big
for a nine year old boy," he told me with a smile. "Would you like me to
wash you Arrynn?"  I could only nod my head.

Keenan got to his knees, turned me around and began washing my back, down
onto my butt and then each leg. He told me to widen my feet and I did, not
understanding why until his finger slipped in and began washing my
bunghole. I'd never felt anything quite like that in my life and it felt
very good and when he ran his fingers around my marbles I thought I was
going to drop. He finished after a moment then turned me around and began
at my chest then moved down to my waist. Keenan took as much care with my
hard little cock and my balls as he'd done with his own. As I watched him I
also watched his cock begin to get hard, rising like a snake between his
legs. He peeled my foreskin back and gently cleaned all over my cock head
then squeezed his hand over it as he pulled his hand away. If everything
else had felt good, that action was even better.

When he finished he stood up and his cock was sticking straight out from
his body. "It seems that I enjoyed washing you Arrynn as much you liked
it." His hand moved down and he grasped onto his hard cock and stroked it a
few times, uncovering and covering the head. I nodded my head, unable to
say anything to the older teen.

"Well then lets rinse and go to your bed and maybe I can show you some
other things that feel even better." With that he set the chain and he
rinsed me off. He turned me to face him then reached behind and pulled my
cheeks open and using his fingers helped get all of the soap from my
hole. As I lay against him, his cock lay against my side and I could fell
the warmth coming from it. He finished and shut the water off then we dried
quickly and went to my room. Keenan pulled the covers back and got in and
waved me to join him.

The room was dark so Keenan rolled out on his side and opened one side of
the curtains to allow some light in then climbed back in then sort of moved
up next to me.

"So, do you want me to show you some stuff Arrynn," he asked, quickly
adding, "I'll stop when ever you say and I promise not to do anything that
will hurt you." I'd given that some thought after he said it in the shower
and the fact was that I was curious as to what Johan did with the boys he
took to his room. I knew from that first time that not everything he did
hurt them. I also wanted to feel some of that closeness that I'd missed
since my parents were killed. I had gotten plenty of hugs and kisses my
whole life and while Johan hugged and kissed me a little bit I wanted more
that what he was giving. I wanted to be held, to be touched, not in a sexy
way necessarily but just physical contact.

"Okay," I responded in a soft voice. Keenan smiled then I felt the covers
move then the warmth of his hand as he rested it on my chest. He rubbed his
hand gently back and forth on my chest, his fingers grazing across my
nipples. I shivered slightly and giggled.

"Do you like that Arrynn," he asked and I nodded my head. His hand moved up
onto my neck then his fingers grazed softly against my cheek the moved
through my hair which was worn somewhat long then back to my face. "You're
skin is so soft and smooth Arrynn," he said in a quiet voice. "I like
touching you." Well, I liked having him touch me.

His hand moved lazily down onto my belly, working back and forth to my rib
cage then onto my hips. The anticipation of having Keenan touch my cock had
it stone hard and quivering and just when I thought that he was finally
going to do it his hand slid down my left leg then back up along the
inside. He rubbed, he squeezed gently as he moved up toward my marbles, my
balls. I moved my right leg outward to give him more room but again, just
before he touched my bag his hand moved up onto my right thigh and he
repeated the process. I had half way tensed my body for it and when he
skipped past my boy stuff I relaxed again. I heard Keenan chuckle softly.

"You're waiting for me to touch you down there aren't you Arrynn?" I nodded
my head somewhat vigorously. "I'm ready if you're ready," he said softly
and again I nodded my head. Keenan's hand moved slowly up the inside of my
left thigh, his fingers kneading the soft flesh until just before he got to
my stuff. His hand then turned over and his fingers touched my balls and
gently wrapped around the sac as his thumb hooked itself around the base of
my rigid cock and I gasped in response. He squeezed gently then slid his
fingers up and grasped onto my pego and stroked it a few times, sliding the
skin back and forth over the sensitive head.

Nothing in my previous experience had prepared me for how it felt when
Keenan first touched me there. Like most boys, I suppose, I'd played with
myself before so knew how sensitive my organs could be but having someone
else touch me there was the most incredible thing I'd ever felt.

"Do you like how that feels Arrynn," Keenan asked as he continued to slide
the skin up and down on my cock. I had started to breathe more quickly but
managed to say that it did. "You can touch me if you want," he responded
and as if to emphasis the statement his lower body moved closer and I felt
his cock touch the side of my hand which had been resting on the bed
between us. I readjusted my hand and took hold of his cock, the warm hard
flesh filling my hand. I slowly stroked Keenan as he was stroking me.

"That feels good Arrynn," he said. I could tend to feel self conscious, not
worthy or not as good as others so hearing the older teen tell me that made
me feel good. It made me want to do better so I squeezed him a little
tighter. After a moment or five Keenan let go of me and said,

"I'd like to put your cock in my mouth Arrynn, is that okay?" I told him it
was so he pulled away from me then pushed the bed covers down to my knees
and slid his body down on the bed.

"You have such a nice body Arrynn," he said as took hold of my cock and
stroked it a few more times as he rose up on his elbow. I felt proud at
what he said. I watched him lean his head down then felt the warmth of his
mouth on my cock then his tongue as it licked the head. The warmth spread
quickly from my cock to the rest of my body, almost like ripples on a
pond. I'd never felt such good feelings in my life and quickly understood,
at least in some part, why boys wanted to share Johan's bed.  Had I known
how good it felt I might have offered myself to him.

Keenan moved his head up and down, taking all of me into his mouth, holding
his lips tight so that they pressed against the head of my cock when they
moved against it. His fingers continued to stroke me as he sucked and my
body began to respond on its own, my hips moving slightly up and down
against his movement. It felt like my body was beginning to vibrate when
Keenan stopped.

"How was that Arrynn," he asked as he slid back up along side of me.

"It was wonderful," I told him, my breathing having gotten faster.

"Well, I'm wondering if you would like to try that on me, to suck on my
cock." I told him I didn't think that I could do it but I could try.

"You don't have to get it all in your mouth; that would be too much for a
boy to do on his first try. You just do what you can." He showed me how to
cover my teeth with my lips before I slid down on the bed. Like Keenan had
done I rose onto my elbow and leaned in close.

I took hold of his cock and slid my hand up and down, watching his foreskin
move back and forth over the swollen head. It was weird seeing that on a
bigger cock like that and I noticed that the tip of his foreskin was kind
of red colored, as was the head. I spend a moment looking him over, seeing
how his large balls moved when I stroked him.

"When will I get hairs," I asked him and he said that he started getting
them when he was 12 and figured that I would probably start somewhere
around there. I put my hand between his legs and cupped his balls, the
large sac of eggs filling my small hand. I was surprised at how soft they
were. My exploration done, I took hold of him again, pulled his foreskin
all the way down, opened my mouth wide, remembering to cover my teeth, then
took the head inside and closed my mouth.

The feeling of his cock in my mouth was strange; hard yet soft and
pliable. Since they were so close I moved my tongue across the head and was
amazed by the texture of it. I moved my head up and down, taking a small
amount of the shaft inside, and moved my hand up and down, stroking him.

"Fuck Arrynn that feels good," Keenan said and at the same time put his
hand on my side and gently rubbed up and down, even onto my butt. Receiving
praise from Keenan made me want to do better, made me want to give him the
kind of pleasure that he had given me. I continued to stroke and suck,
trying to take a little more of him into my mouth and I must have been
doing a good job because he moaned softly and gently squeezed me as he
rubbed me. I found that I loved sucking his cock, loved making Keenan happy
and loved bringing him pleasure. I loved how he felt in my mouth and in my
hand and loved that he rubbed me and spoke soft kind words to me. But my
mouth got sore and I had to stop. I crawled back up along side Keenan.

"Did I do okay?" I asked him.

"You did wonderfully Arrynn," he told me. "You are such a great boy and so
cute too," he added then rubbed the side of my face. I couldn't help but
put my hand on his and press it lightly to my pale skin. "I could just hold
you and kiss you all night long," the older teen said in a soft voice that
was as caressing as his touch. "Have you ever been kissed Arrynn? I mean
really kissed," He asked, emphasizing the really part. I shook my head.

Keenan lowered his face to mine and kissed me tenderly on the lips. He held
it much longer than any kiss that Johan or my parents had given
me. Keenan's lips were soft and warm and I liked it a great deal. He pulled
away, asked me how I liked it and when I told him I did he kissed me again
only this time it was with more pressure and he moved his lips around. He
moved his hand from my face and down onto my chest and gently rubbed me as
he kissed me. I found my heart fluttering, I didn't want him to stop so
pressed my lips against his and moved my lips much as Keenan was moving
his.

When he broke away the second time his head moved downward and he kissed my
neck. I thought I was going to faint and felt myself inhale sharply. The
feelings were a mix of tickle and tingle and I wrapped one arm around his
head and the other his waist as if to hold him there. When he finally
stopped kissing and gently sucking on my neck he kissed me again on the
lips and I could feel his tongue pushing to get into my mouth. I opened and
let him in. I could feel myself gasping for breath, drawing heavily in and
out through my nose. Keenan pressed his lips harder against mine as our
tongue seemed to fight against each other.  isHis

Keenan's hand slid down and rubbed against my cock while his fingers
clutched my balls. I spread my legs open farther for him, not wanting him
to stop. He finally broke the kiss and looked down into my eyes.

"Fuck Arrynn I need to cum so bad." I gave him a perplexed look. I didn't
know that word. I mean, I did, but he was already there with me so it
didn't make sense. He furrowed his brows at me then said, "You don't know
what I mean do you?" I shook my head. "It means to squirt, to make my sperm
come out." I didn't know that word either, the sperm word I mean because I
certainly knew squirt.

Keenan rolled onto his back and took hold of his stiff cock and began
sliding his hand up and down on it; then I knew what he meant. "Oh, you
mean the white stuff." Although it had been a year since I'd seen Johan
with that boy, I remembered. Keenan nodded his head.

"You can help me if you want to," he said. When I asked what I could do, he
told me to play with his balls.  "You can kind of pull on them and squeeze
them and stuff and maybe even tickle down underneath them toward my
bunghole, my butt hole. He had me sit so that his other hand could play
with my cock and my balls and when he pulled and tugged on mine I figured
that was what he wanted me to do to his, so I did.

"Oh yeah Arrynn, you're doing real good. You're such a beautiful boy
Arrynn; I love your curly ebony hair and how it frames your face, and
contrasts your pale skin. It makes your grey eyes stand out. Those lips are
sure great for kissing too." I was beginning to blush from all the praise
that Keenan was heaping on me. Truth be known I was rather fond of how I
looked. Mostly I kept my hair tied back in a horse tail but when it was
down alongside my face it did make my skin seem even more pale.

 My parents had said that our family originally came from Eireland many
hundreds of years ago, before the dark war that almost destroyed the
world. They said that our people had been strict about marrying our own
kind to protect our race, our customs, our ways. I guess that it didn't
matter much now that so many had been killed in the explosion that took my
parents and family from me.

"I'm getting close Arrynn; do you want to help finish me off?"

I said that I would if he wanted so he told me what I'd need to do. His
fist seemed to be moving faster, as was his breathing. I could see his
muscles belly constrict and relax and wondered what kind of feelings were
going through his body. I wrapped my hand around Keenan's cock and began
stroking it like he had. I leaned my head down and put my lips around his
cock head and let my tongue swirl all over the tip as I stroked him.

"Oh yes Arrynn that's perfect," Keenan panted, "it won't be long now." I
kept up what I was doing for a short while longer before Keenan said
"Now". I took my mouth from his cock and leaned back a little bit and
stroked him a little bit faster.

"Hold it tighter Arrynn; keep the skin off of the head." I felt his cock
get thicker against my hand and all of a sudden a stream of stuff flew out
of his pee hole and landed on his chest. I was amazed. It happened again
and again and each time I could feel his cock pulse just before the stuff
squirted out.

"Oh gods oh gods," Keenan moaned and his hands clutched at the bed
covers. After four or five squirts the stuff kept burbling out of his cock
and running down over my fingers and dripping into the hair at the base of
his cock. He told me I could slow down and I could also let the skin go
back and forth over the head again and when I did it he sort of shivered. I
would soon find out how sensitive a cock head could get after a boy cummed.

His sperm felt warm and gooey on my fingers and I couldn't help but pick
some off with my other hand and rub it between my fingers. It was strange
stuff indeed. Keenan finally said I could stop so I did. I looked at his
body and the slashes of white that were all over it as though he'd been
clawed and white blood had oozed from the wounds.

"Where does that stuff come from Keenan," I asked him.

"Why, it comes from your balls," he told me and I wondered aloud why I'd
never had any come from mine. Of course I hadn't stroked it like that
before either. He explained that little boys didn't make sperm but that I
would in a few years, after I started getting hair on my pego. I sort of
wanted to ask him why he did that, made the sperm, but I figured that it
must feel real good or else why would someone want to make such a
mess. Instead I asked what purpose it had and Keenan explained that men put
it inside of women to make babies. Well I have to say, that certainly
caused me to form a whole lot of new questions but I didn't ask because
Keenan asked if I could get a cloth to help him clean up.

"Would you like me to make you cum Arrynn," he asked me after he finished
cleaning the cum off.

"I thought I was too little."

"You're too little to make sperm but not too little to feel the great
feelings of having a cum," he responded, "Would you like me to do it for
you?" I certainly liked it when he'd touched me and sucked me so I nodded
my head.

Keenan moved downward and put my cock in his mouth and started to suck on
me while his hand played with my marbles, my balls. All of it felt so good
that I didn't know which one I liked the best. Keenan then moved and knelt
between my legs, pushing them wide open. He leaned down and licked my balls
and the spot right next to them. The feelings were benair-excellent- and I
couldn't help but put a hand on Keenan's head.

He moved his head upward and pulled my cock straight up in the air and went
back to sucking it but this time his fingers moved up and down on it and
his other hand gently squeezed my balls and pulled on them. I couldn't help
but push my hips upward to meet his mouth. My breathing became a lot faster
and I heard myself moan softly and after a little bit it started to tickle.

"Oh gosh Keenan it's tickling so much," and just as I was about to push his
head away my body was taken over by feelings I'd never before imagined that
I could feel. It seemed concentrated in my pego-my cock-and my belly. My
body seemed to shake and quiver and I cried out, but not from pain by any
means. Keenan kept on sucking me and pulling on my balls and just about the
time my cock got too sensitive he stopped, stroked me a little longer then
crawled up along side of me. I lay there panting with Keenan, propped up on
an elbow, looking down on me, a slight smile beginning at his mouth.

"See what you have been missing sweet Arrynn," he said, then leaned down
and kissed me softly on the lips then lay next to me with his hand resting
on my chest. I turned my head to face him then returned the gentle kiss.

"That was very exciting," I told him. "I never ever thought my body could
feel like that." When he asked what I liked best I told him all of it. "I
liked being touched, being sucked on and sucking on you and the end when
you made me feel like that was perfect." He asked if I liked watching him
cum and I nodded my head telling him that was very benair-very
excellent. That seemed to be the word that I'd been favoring lately.

"I'm glad you like it Arrynn. There are plenty of things we can do that
don't involve fucking. I mean, I don't have to put my cock in your bottom
in order to have fun." He paused a moment then added, "Of course that
doesn't stop me from letting you fuck me." I reared my head back a little
bit.

"But why would I do it, why would you let me?" The simple answer was
because it felt good and was fun.

"So, if you trust me I can show you more stuff." I hugged him and told him
that I trusted him beyond belief and that I wanted him to show me stuff.
The lights then dimmed and went out as they did every night at exactly the
ninth hour. They said that power was too precious to waste when people
should be sleeping anyway. Johan said it was the government controlling the
people. It was quite dark; the sky had been overcast so the moon didn't
show. I snuggled into Keenan and he held me as I drifted off to sleep
thinking about what he'd said about fucking him. I didn't want to hurt him,
in my naivet? forgetting that he'd had Johan's huge cock in his ass and
since my cock was like comparing a finger to an arm it was doubtful that I
could hurt him.