Date: Sun, 9 Nov 2008 11:35:14 -0800
From: tague michaels <tagmichaels@gmail.com>
Subject: Boy Bait

These two boys really do exist and look exactly as I have described
them. They have said hello to me a couple of times when I've been outside
but that's it. There has been no other communication; I have not seen
either of them undressed in any way shape or form so what they look like
beneath their clothing is purely speculation and fantasy on my part. I do
know that one of the boy's name is Logan. After hearing them talk while I
was in my yard one day I had the brilliant idea for this story; another
"what if." It does depict sex between an adult and a teenage boy so the
usual platitudes apply.

As Always N-Joi

Hugs

Tag Michaels aka Tag_m


For many people the recession, that wasn't quite a recession according to
George "Woodenhead Bush, hit many people hard. As everyone knows by now it
was the housing lending market that caused it and thus the housing market
was taking the biggest hit. It wasn't a problem for me.

It was a buyers market and I was fortunate enough to be able to take
advantage of it, buying homes that were about to be foreclosed on. It
worked out well for everybody concerned and I got quite a few houses at a
very, very good price. Don't get me wrong, I didn't fuck anybody over, but
people who are about to lose their home and thus their credit can be
grateful for the intervention. The banks were just as grateful.

I was able to pick and choose so managed to parley some good investments
coupled with some inheritances over the past thirty years into a collection
of a dozen and a half homes. Yes, I said inheritances-plural. I had been an
only child, had a couple of maiden aunts on both sides of my family and was
the favorite over the few cousins on both sides of the family. For
instance, my grandmother had been the favorite of one of her childless
aunts and her husband so inherited he aunts' property, jewelry and
furniture and I gotten their 1958 Lincoln Continental Mark III. Christ what
a fucking boat that car was but was cool looking and in beautiful shape. I
still have it. My mother and I both inherited from my grandmother then I
inherited from my mother as well as my father. See how it works? I had been
the beneficiary in three similar circumstances.

As a young man fresh out of the Air Force my father had been fortunate in
1960 to get his hands on a McDonald's franchise. It had been the first one
within five hundred miles so by the late seventies he had been able to
finance seven more and picked up some Subway franchises along the way as
well as a bunch of stock in Microsoft. I was born in 1963 and started
working in one or the other of the franchises when I was ten. Obviously I
was only doing menial stuff after the stores were closed but still I
started learning how things worked. By fourteen I was working behind the
counters and by sixteen I was managing a store. I was also getting my cock
sucked by any number of the boys who worked for me and I'd be a liar if I
told you that it wasn't a reciprocal arrangement.

That had started when I was thirteen and one of our sixteen year old cooks
showed me a nudie book one night after we'd closed the store. This was way
before the "open 24 hours" craze. My dad was going to be late picking me up
and had asked Mark to stick around with me and he'd give him a ride home so
Mark wouldn't have to take a bus. Mark was always telling me about girls
he'd fucked and I'd always get a boner and he always knew it. I sort of
looked up to Mark.


So that night he asked if I wanted to see some naked girls, I did, he
popped open the magazine and I popped an instant chubby. He asked if I
jacked off and with a blush I nodded my head. He said he did too and
looking at the magazine made him want to do it and did I want to do it with
him. Of course I did so we went into the bathroom and laid the full color
magazine on the counter and dropped our pants. Mark seemed huge to me at
the time especially compared to my pencil dick. Still, Mark praised me for
my size as well as my cuteness and when he said I could touch his dick if I
wanted to, I did. I was hooked on cock the second I wrapped my small hand
around his seven inch pole and more so when he took hold of mine. We jacked
off together and I was sort of fascinated watching Marks big hairy balls
jump all over the place. Watching our actions in the mirror above the
counter and sink was hot as all hell to me. When Mark squirted he shot a
stream of juice clear across the counter top which impressed the living
shit right outta me. My offering was pitiful in comparison but still it was
the most cum I'd made yet in my young sperming life.

A few days later Mark asked if I wanted to do it again. With our pants
down, he said he's show me something new if I wanted and of course I
did. He said he'd suck my cock if I'd suck his and I readily agreed. He sat
me on the counter, the laminated top a cold shock to my slender little bare
butt and promptly took my rock hard little boner into his mouth. I thought
I was gonna die. I leaned back against the mirror and reveled at the
feeling that were tearing through my young body. I could see that Mark was
jacking off while he sucked my dick, his arm moving rapidly. It only took a
minute or so before I came and because it was all so new to me I didn't
have time to warn Mark and squirted my sperm into his mouth. I thought Mark
would kill me for that but instead he moaned and sucked harder. He suddenly
jerked then laid his head on my thigh moaning loudly. His arm had slowed
down so I wondered if he had cum while he sucking me off and as it turned
out he had. The problem with that was that he shot between my legs and
since my pants and underwear were down around my ankles some of his cum
dripped into my underwear. We learned from that experience so after that we
always took our pants and underwear off before we started.

Anyhow, Mark was really apologetic about it and tried to clean it out as
best he could but secretly I didn't mind. He said I didn't have to suck his
cock in return since we had both already cum but if I really wanted to we
could do it another time. I nodded my head in agreement.

I eventually did suck Mark and I fucked him, all right there in a
McDonald's restroom. Mark fucked me in there too, me lying chest down on
the counter while he stood behind me, hands holding onto my hips as he
drove in and out of my tight little ass. I watched us in the mirror and
when I came I swear I saw stars. The expressions on Mark's face told me he
loved everything about what he was doing.

Mark initiated a number of boys like that and I helped on more than one
occasion. Doing three ways was fun but initiating a new boy into the mix
was always a kick for me. Mark left when he was 19 but over the years I'd
probably been with a hundred boys that were gleaned from the workforce of
both McDonald's and Subway. But I digress.

My mom died from cancer when I was 16 and my father died of a heart attack
two weeks after my 18th birthday. Dad had been working on the roof of a
house he and my uncle had been remodeling. If the heart attack hadn't
killed him instantly he probably would have died from the fall off of the
steep pitched two story house onto the concrete driveway. I'd pretty much
been managing the franchise businesses since I was 16, with my dad's help
of course and the accountants who handled all of the financial stuff. My
dad had backed away to devote more time to his lifelong hobby of remodeling
fixer upper houses with my uncle. Their father had been a carpenter and
both boys had grown up working with him at that profession as much as I had
in the franchise business. Despite my involvement with the fast foot stores
I also managed to find time to work some with grandpa and my father so had
a fair amount of experience in the remodeling business too.

I sold the franchises in 1989 but kept the Microsoft stock. I could have
retired easily at the ripe age of 26 but got my real estate license
instead. Shortly after that, because I knew a guy who knew a guy, I
invested a hunk of change in a new company called Starbucks as well as some
dot coms. I unloaded all of it before 9/11 and still didn't retire even
though I could have.

I followed in my father's footsteps and started buying and selling fixer
upper houses in the early 90's. Besides learning a lot of stuff from my
dad's dad as well as my father and his brother I also enjoyed the process
of making something better or more appealing. I'd gotten to know some
friends of Bill W in 1987 or '88 who convinced me to get my hands on a
couple of older houses with five or more bedrooms and rent out rooms to
people in recovery. It paid the mortgages and even if it fell a little
short from time to time I had plenty of money to make up the difference
which also allowed me a tax write off.

By the time that 9/11 occurred I owned a real estate management business
that also handled the six or seven houses that I owned. I let someone else
run that business while I still bought and sold fixer uppers, keeping those
that I felt were worth keeping for one reason or other.

I was also nearing the age my father had been when he died however there
were some huge differences between us. I had indulged in the fast foods
when I was younger but by fourteen had gotten past that, at least the
McDonald's part of it, relying on Subway if I was working there. Apart from
that I had gotten involved in sports during and after school, ate healthy
at home, and eschewed junk foods of all kinds. As an adult I continued to
swim when I could, practiced Hung Gar and even taught a seniors class three
mornings a week at a local Y, guiding the oldsters through Qi Gong
breathing exercises, easy stretches, a hand set and a sword set, using
sticks and not swords for the latter. I enjoyed it quite a bit. The point
of all that is I easily looked and passed for ten years younger than I
actually was. I liked to think that I aged kind of like Robert Redford,
very slowly, retaining my boyish looks much longer than most.

There were always teenaged boys in any neighborhood where I was working on
a house and in many of those neighborhoods there was at least one boy who
was willing to play. One only had to lure him or them out and that required
bait. That's right, bait.

Boys can be very open, gregarious, curious, and willing to take risks but
few are the boys who will drop their drawers just because you ask them
to. So, you need bait. I don't subscribe to or use drugs or alcohol myself
so certainly don't approve of them to catch boys.  Boys respond to a
variety of things but I've found a few that seem to work well. An offer of
something exciting or challenging, electronic gadgetry, motorized things,
money, and porn or other sexual stimulus, and even food are among the top
things on my list.

Sometimes boys respond better when in the company of a friend. By that I
mean that boys often dare each other or use the "I will if you will"
approach on one another, or try to out do each other. That's especially
true if they're best friends or close friends. Once one boy makes the
initial move, whatever that might be, the other or others will generally
follow. Don't think that I invented this because I didn't. It's the nature
of boys. It's always been that way and probably always will be.


That's the way it was with Josh and Logan. They seemed like typical
fourteen year old boys and were so similar in appearance that they seemed
like twins from a distance. Generally they dressed in faded black jeans
held up by the popular wide, studded belt. Their top halves were usually
covered by an equally faded black, or other dark colored, t-shirt that
sported the logo of one rock band or another. Since both boys skateboarded
their feet were clad in typical skater shoes, also black, and scuffed from
use. Both boys were a slender five foot six and I do mean slender. Neither
one of their adolescent butts could have been more than 10 inches wide from
hip to hip. They wore their dark brown, almost black, hair slightly long
giving the impression that it was about six weeks past due on a trim, the
slight waves sometimes sticking out in various spots.

When I finally saw them up close I was taken first by their eyes, Josh's
hazel and Logan's a very interesting bluish gray. Both boys' faces were
smooth and blemish free although Josh had a very light mole toward the back
of his left jaw line and it appeared that Logan's upper lip was developing
a slight bit of fuzz. Both boys sported a small stud in their left ear and
had a couple of bracelets made of twine or hemp or some such thing that
kids wear these days on their left wrists. How I encountered them was this.

I'd managed to find a house with two acres of land in the semi-country that
seemed to suit my needs very well. The overall area was once a whistle stop
but once Safeway, a fitness center, restaurant and other such amenities
moved in it became incorporated into its own small township. Located about
thirteen miles from the edge of the large metropolitan city where I'd
purchased a bulk of the homes that I owned, there was lots of land that had
been farmland but was now sub-divided and sold in plots of up to two acres,
although some older and larger tracts of land still existed. The last and
largest was an eight acre plot of land what I expected would be snapped up
by developers and in fact I was considering it myself.

It was still pretty much country in that there were no businesses within
three miles of the private road that I lived on. I lived at the very end of
the three quarter mile long blacktopped road with no neighbors within 400
hundred yards. The reason for that was the road dipped and then rose before
it got to my house so in essence I was on a small knoll. The property on
both sides of the road in the dip was wetland and you can't build
there. There had been a home on one side close to where my house was but
that had been torn down some years before and as far as I knew the owners
weren't planning on selling anytime soon, which was a pity cuz I would have
loved to have it.

Most of the people that lived on the road were middle aged or older except
for one family that had a handful of kids under the age of twelve that
would ride their bikes, skateboards, or scooters to where my house was at
the end of the road. The main street that my road came off of was too much
traveled, had a 35 mile an hour speed limit, and had narrow shoulders with
ditches and no sidewalks so it wasn't a place for small kids or even bigger
kids to be riding walking playing or otherwise.

Directly across the road from where my road began was an older home and I
found out later that was where Logan lived. So it was that he and a friend
would sometimes use our road to skate or ride bikes on, especially since it
had that nice little dip to ride down into. All of the kids on the road
would say hello or wave to me if I was outside when they were out playing
but I never really talked to them much. If I was out front I could pretty
much hear a lot of their conversation if I really wanted to listen in but I
wasn't interested particularly. The first time I heard Josh speak I was
surprised at the deepness of his voice. Anytime I hear a boy with a deep
voice I wonder if his stuff is larger than normal.

So I'd seen the two boys at least a half dozen times and they seemed
friendly enough although they kept to themselves until one day one of the
boys asked if they could have some of the scrap lumber that I was piling in
the center of my circular driveway. They wanted to build a ramp for their
skateboards and bikes.

"Okay," I said, "but where are you doing to use it and where are you going
to put it when you're not using it?"

"Well if its okay with you we'd like to put it here," the boy said,
pointing to the exit side of my circular driveway. "When we're not using it
we'll put over there against the blackberry bushes," he told me as he
pointed to a spot alongside the old driveway to the property next to me.

"Okay that sounds reasonable," I told him. "I'm Tony by the way," I said
extending my hand.

"I'm Logan and this is my friend Josh," he said. Both boys shook my hand
although neither of them offered a grip from hell which I was glad for. I
showed them what they could take so they picked out what they wanted and
threw the stuff together on the road and tested it. It looked pretty lame
to me so I wandered over to where they were putting the ramp back together
as the plywood kept coming off its blocks.

"Let's take this stuff over to my workshop and see if we can't build you
guys something that works better."

I stopped by the scrap pile, had them pick up some stuff that I pointed
out, and we headed into my shop. Both boys were immediately taken by my
resto project; a '72 Charger Rallye. It's a hot little car powered by a 340
magnum and 3:72 rear end, has a pistol grip four speed, muscle bulge hood
and more. I'd had the paint done recently so the deep blue color, white
side stripes with blacked out hood and tail section shone under the shop
lights.

We got to work on the ramp; the boys do most of the work with me
supervising. I'd skated some when I was a kid so knew what was needed but
encouraged them to help in the design. The entire situation was typical boy
bait; the car, the building of their ramp, and the fact that they got to
use power tools to build it. I could have knocked it out in a couple of
hours but with the boys doing it we were at it for much longer but when it
was done, the boys beamed with pride. The ramp was easy to dismantle and
put together and could be raised or lowered for boards or bikes. I'd had
them rivet a piece of sheet metal at one end so there was no bump when as
they entered the ramp.

One of the things I noticed was the interplay between the two boys. Their
banter was playful but at times sexual with the obvious referrals to the
smallness of one or the other's genitalia. Josh used the F word then
apologized and when I responded with "I didn't fucking give a rat's ass how
they talked," they became more relaxed and animated. I suspected that they
played together from time to time as best friends often do. In any case, to
say that we bonded during the building session would be a misstatement.

We took time out for lunch so I ordered a pizza and provided Thomas Kemper
soda; both more boy bait. We ate out on my deck, a 1200 square foot expanse
of cedar that was great for entertaining. The entire huge back yard was
impressive and both boys allowed as how it was way cool what with all the
flowers, tinkling water fountains, huge trees both in my yard and the
forest that literally surrounded almost the entire property.

"You could run naked back here and no one would notice," Josh commented.

"I do," I said with a smile.


"Alriiight," he responded.

Back in the house I gave them a tour and they were suitably impressed with
my martial arts weapons collection and Josh asked if I could teach him some
stuff, which I readily agreed to do. The other thing that impressed them
was the 60 inch plasma in my family room.

"I bet porn would be awesome on that thing," Josh said.

"Indeed it is," I said with a knowing grin on my face. Both boys gave me a
surprised look.

"Dude, you got porn?" Josh asked as though I was fibbing. I nodded my head.

"I'm a guy and a single one at that, of course I have porn." At that
statement Josh's hand rubbed at the front of his jeans.

"Fuck can we see some," the boy asked, clearly excited at the
prospect. Logan ribbed his friend.


"You're such a fucking horn dog."

"So are you. You just don't want to admit it. You'd love to see some good
porn," Josh retorted as he rubbed again at the front of his jeans which, I
had noticed before, he seemed to fill out nicely. Neither boy was saggin or
baggin so throughout our morning session I'd seen plenty of boxer
waistbands, belly shots, crotch shots and almost butt crack shots. I was
lovin it.

"Well," I said, jumping into the fray, "perhaps we can consider that at
another time. We've got a ramp to finish."  Finish the ramp we did, lugged
it out to the road, and the boys immediately gave it a two thumbs up
approval.

From that point on the boys and I were friends. They would often come to
the house whenever they came down the road, sometimes just to visit. Josh
started working out with me three evenings a week and I hired both boys to
help me around the property as well as with some of the other houses I was
working on; more boy bait. It took about six weeks before the first sexual
encounter and of course it was Josh who initiated it.

The boy had made some veiled references about my having porn and saying
they might be able to watch some porn at a later date. So it was that he
actually brought it up after our workout one evening. The workout had
involved some new moves which required me to put my hands on the boy's body
to fine tune stances and moves. Some of those hands on were on his butt and
because he wore sweat pants I got more of a feel of him than if he were
wearing jeans. Other hand placements were on his back, legs or thighs and
some even low on his flat belly when I reminded him where he needed to
breathe into. I'd put my hands on him on other occasions as well but this
one must have had more of an impact on him. Perhaps it was because of my
holding him from behind with my crotch up against his butt, or even face to
face with our groins all but touching as I taught him how to break
holds. However, it seemed as though he was sporting more of a bulge that
usual that evening and of course I found out why.

Generally we wiped down and drank a soda out on the deck after a workout
but since it was raining that evening we had our sodas in the family room.

"Hey Tony, now might be a good time to look at some porn, like you said we
could." He took the bait so I looked at him, nodded my head and told him it
was as good a time as any then told him to look in the third drawer down in
the cabinet where the TV sat. I waited for his response so wasn't
surprised.

"Dude, you've some gay stuff in here too," he said and I told him I was
aware of that.

"Are you gay Tony?" I'd been waiting for that question so was prepared.

"Does it matter?" he shook his head, said no but was just curious.

"Yes, I'm gay but don't let that get your boxers in a bunch." He laughed
and said it was impossible because he wasn't wearing boxers. He pulled out
a pussy flick, one of four that I kept around for boys that viewed
themselves as straight. After the first time many boys I'd been with wanted
to see a gay flick. They said they wanted to see what it was all about even
though 90% admitted afterwards that they'd done some of that stuff with
another boy. Of course I was wondering how this little episode would turn
out.

I had found Logan to be cuter than Josh, more shy or reserved, and it
seemed from what I could tell probably a tighter body. I had no doubts that
the two boys had played with each in some fashion or another I just hadn't
had the confirmation.

When Josh returned to the sofa he sat on the cushion next to me and once
the flick was running the boy's hand didn't leave the front of his
sweats. The movie had been stopped in play so the TV screen was filled with
a white guy's cock and a trimmed pussy on a black woman. She was in the
saddle facing the camera so we saw her fingers rubbing up and down on her
bared clit while the guys cock slid in and out of her cunt, his shaved
balls hanging low between his thighs.


"Fuuuuuck that is so awesome," Josh said softly, "I never seen black pussy
before". I watched as his hand slid in under the sweats and could see then
that he was wearing a jock strap. He glanced my way more than a few times,
watching to see if I was as hot as he was. I'd loosed the string of my gee
pants at the very beginning and had my hands on my crotch before he had.
Josh all but groaned as the guy pulled out of her cunt to reveal eight
inches of rock hard cock and start to jack off.

"He's as big as Logan," the boy muttered under his breath. Well, that
confirmed some suspicions at least. Josh pulled the front of his sweats
down and revealed a jock strap that could no longer contain his stuff. I
quickly followed suit as the boy watched me and not the screen. I was
wearing briefs, which I almost always do when working out, and was filling
them as much as the cute young teen next to me was. We both kept rubbing at
our fronts and just as the guy came I said,

"Might as well just take em off," I said to Josh who only nodded his head
and all but peeled his clothing down around his ankles while staring at the
cum shot which was bigger than life size and in full living color. Josh
couldn't contain himself any longer.

"Tony, dude, I wanna cum so bad," he said in a voice deepened with lust. He
looked at me, saw my cock out and lying on my belly and said "Nice dick
dude," then leaned back, pulled his t-shirt to his neck then put his hands
at his sides so I could view him. I complimented him back for the boy and I
were just about equal; seven even inches of stone hard flesh. Josh's pubic
hair was a light black curly mass that was centered mostly on his flat and
well defined pubic bone. His balls were still mostly hairless and hung
beautifully between his smooth splayed out thighs. He stared at my dick a
little longer and I swear he almost licked his lips then his eyes returned
to the screen.

The guy had finished cumming and the camera panned to another bed where a
black guy was eating out a white girl's pussy. Seems it was more than the
boy could stand.

"I gotta cum right fucking now dude," he groaned and began stroking his
cock rapidly. Josh was right handed and sitting to my right so I got a full
on view as the boy as his smooth young face constricted with the incredible
feelings that ripped though his body. He thrust his hips up slightly which
pushed his leg into mine. His cock spurted out a jet of white goo than
landed high on his belly and was followed by three more decent ones then
burped out a few more before slowing to an ooze. After a half dozen more
slow strokes Josh took his hand away and absently played with his balls.

"You gonna cum Tony," he asked. I nodded my head went to town. To my
surprised Josh shoved his sweats and jock off then moved almost against me
and stared raptly at my crotch and since I was left handed he had as much
of an unobstructed view as I'd had.

"Here it comes Josh," I moaned. My belly tingled at the idea of a cute and
almost naked fourteen year old boy watching me cum and my body didn't
disappoint either one of us. I hadn't cum for a week and when that happened
I usually fired off a good one. The first shot hit my neck, the second
above my left nipple, the third along side the hard little pink nubbin, the
fourth lower and so on until after the seventh one, I too slowed to an
ooze.

" Fuckin A that was a choice cum shot dude," Josh said. He'd turned
slightly to watch me and had placed his hand on my thigh. At that point I
somehow knew that the kid was going to be willing to do more than just jack
off with me. I finally let go and relaxed back into the sofa panting like a
racehorse. Josh kept his hand in place but sort of leaned against me. We
sat quietly for a minute or two then I curled my toes and grabbed my briefs
and brought them up to I could grab them with my hand. I took the
opportunity to wipe Josh's cooling sperm from his body before doing my
own. He didn't say or do a thing but sat quietly while I groomed him.

After I completed cleaning myself I tossed the underwear on the floor and
sat back. Josh was still resting up against me so I allowed myself to lean
against him. He moved back, peeled his t-shirt all the way off and before
he was done mine was coming off. When we leaned back it was against each
other.

"Maybe next time, well, umm, I could do you if you'll do me," Josh
practically stammered. Clearly the boy intended to do round two and just as
clearly he was a little shy about asking although he didn't actually
specify just what "doing" each other meant.

"Fair enough," I responded as the TV screen continued to offer up stimulus
in the way of body parts in action.

"Could we maybe, umm, watch a gay one," he asked tentatively. I'd wondered
if my new young friend was as curious as I thought he might be and it seems
my intuition was running true.

I stood up and went to the gay collection and pulled out one that I thought
he might relate to. It had a guy who was about my age with a guy who was
eighteen but looked fourteen. The film seemed sort of patterned after one
that Morgan had done in the sixties or seventies titled THE PAPERBOY. Our
youngster comes to collect and the older guy, dressed in a short bathrobe,
has him come in the house so he can write the boy a check. Meanwhile a
porno is playing on the TV and I don't suppose I have to explain the plot
any further since I was almost living that scenario out at the moment.

"Gosh that boy doesn't look any older than I am," Josh stated as the camera
showed the boy standing on the man's front porch. I explained the situation
to him. Like Morgan had been, the "boy" was a handsome young blond and was
dressed in summer clothing, that being shorts that were shorter and much
tighter than a boy would wear and a t-shirt that was cut shorter to show
off his flat muscled belly. The man heads out of the room to presumably
write a check or get money while the boy stands in front of a large color
TV watching a guy drill a girl like there was no tomorrow. The camera moves
front back to front, shows the kids face then his hand groping and pushing
at the front of the too tight shorts. In short order the hand moves and the
camera pans to reveal the outline of his stone hard young cock which
appears to be somewhat large.

The man enters the scene, sees what the boy is doing then moved to sit on
the sofa behind where the boy is standing. The camera moves to show us the
boy's ass which appears glorious underneath the shorts he's wearing. The
man fondles the boy's butt and we get the idea that the two of them have
done this before. The man reaches around and begins pressing against and
squeezing the boy's stone hard cock causing the boy to moan with
pleasure. The guy's hands move to the waistband and pulled the shorts down
over the boy's ass. The camera is now at the side so we see just how
glorious the boy's ass really is; twin orbs that push out from the small of
his back into a pair of fleshy mounds that beg to have a face or a cock
shoved between them. We also see the boy's cock which sticks up and out
from his body like a branch on a tree.

"Fuck that kid's bigger than Logan," Josh muttered beside me, his hand
playing roughly with his balls. I wondered just what Logan must look like
for indeed the boy in question was very well endowed, almost nine thick
inches of nail hard teenage flesh. His pubes were trimmed to better reflect
a teenage boy and his large, low hanging balls were smooth as a billiard
ball. With the shorts barely below the boy's butt cheeks the man reaches
around and begins stroking the boy. At that point I decided to take a
little chance and, looking out of the corner of my eyes, I reached over and
took hold of Josh's cock for the first time. The boy didn't say a word but
splayed his legs open for me then reached underneath my arm to take hold of
my dick and slowly stroke it. A soft moan escaped from his lips and I
wondered which part of what was going on caused it.

On the screen the man pushes the boys' shorts to the ground and we see for
sure the boy wasn't wearing underwear. He then turns the boy to face the
camera, which moves in order to catch the actions, then hold onto the boys'
cock and begins licking all over the entire head before taking the boy into
his mouth.

"Dude that is so hot lookin," josh groaned as he gripped my dick even
tighter. The man put one hand on the boys' ass while the other went to the
front of his bathrobe which he opened up to reveal yet another large and
very hard cock. He slowly stroked his cock as he suckled the boys' large
dick, the boy moaning loudly at what was happening to him.

Josh surprised me then. He took his hand from my cock, moved down the sofa
a little bit then leaned down, stuck his head under my arm. He took hold of
me again but moved his head in closer and took my dick into his mouth and
began sucking. I slid a little lower on the sofa as I reached over and
rubbed at his thigh a moment then reached around to retake his dick into my
hand. Josh turned his lower body slightly to allow me better access to his
boyhood pride and joy.

Josh did a very credible job, taking a good four inches of me into his
mouth and bobbing up and down on it. His hand moved to my balls and moved
the large sac around, pushing them up high then letting them back down to
fondle and tug on them.

On the screen the man turns the boy back to face the camera then directs
the boy to bend over which the boy does as he reaches around and pulls open
one cheek. The man uses a hand to pull open the other cheek to expose the
boys' tight puckered and hairless muscle. The man then leans down and
begins licking at the boys' asshole.

"Fuck dude that looks sick, do guys really do that?" josh asked as he sat
back upright. I wasn't sure whether sick mean good or actually sick but
didn't bother to ask. When I said that they do he asked why and I told him
because both giving and receiving could be very hot. On the screen the man
continues to rim the boy's ass while his other hand reached between the
boys' legs to play with his nuts and stroke his dick, the boy meanwhile
moaning and groaning in pleasure.


"Have you ever done that Tony?" he asked and I told him that I did. I loved
doing it and having it done and added that perhaps another time, if he
wanted to, I would show him just how good it felt. He said okay but sounded
a little dubious. I leaned over and down, took hold of Josh's cock and
began to suck him. The boy slid down on the sofa and spread his legs as far
open as he could while I bobbed up and down on his dick. I loved sucking a
teenage boy's cock, loved the feeling of it in my mouth but also the
knowledge that he was experience some of the most intense feelings a boy
could have, just shy of fucking or cumming that is.

"Oh man dude, is he going to fuck that boy?" I knew that on the TV the man
had taken a bottle of lube from between the sofa cushions, slathered his
big hard cock and then the boy's asshole.

"Oh fuck he is, he's going to fuck the boy," Josh said his voice tinged
with excitement. I continued to suck the boys' cock and play with his nuts
and like I had done, he reached down and took hold of my cock and stroked
me while his other hand rested on my head. On the TV Josh watched as the
boy back up then lowered his ass toward the man's big dick then the camera
panned in to show a close up as the man's swollen cock head penetrated the
boy.

"Stop, stop, you're so big," the boy cries out and the camera stays there
showing us how the boys' asshole is stretched out to accommodate the man's
large cock. Josh's fingers started to move in my hair and he began to
gently undulate his hips. The camera moves back as the boy begins to sit
backwards, his young asshole taking every inch the man has to offer.

"Fuck I can't believe that. The kid took it all, every inch," Josh
groaned. I knew that the boy was now sitting on the man's lap, totally
impaled by his cock and that the camera moved to the front so we can the
boy's entire body and the man's cock all the way up his ass. The mans puts
his hands on the boys' hips and the boy begins to move, fucking his ass
onto the huge pole that's rammed up his ass. The man then reaches around
with one hand to pull the boys' sagging nuts up out of the was so we can
see his cock moving in and out of the boy. The boy then leans down and
begins sucking his own cock head and jacking himself off.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Josh moaned, this is gonna make me cum dude." That
was what I was hoping to hear. I wanted to drink Joshs' sperm, wanted him
to unload his teenage balls into my mouth, wanted him to experience what it
was like to cum inside a warm mouth, no knowing whether or not he'd been
there before.

"Fuck me harder, make me cum in my mouth," we hear the boy in the film say
and the man tries his best to fuck the hell out of the boy. All of a sudden
the man pulls out and begins jacking off with a fury. We see his cock spit
out a stream of cum that splatters the boys' hair where it's hanging from
his forehead.

"Oh fuck yeah," the boy moans and the camera sees his first volley of sperm
before the boy places his mouth back over his cock head and jacks his big
cock. The man's cock continues to squirt out stream after stream of cum,
one volley actually hitting the boys' chin when the boys' head was back
during his first squirt.

"Oh fuck," Josh moaned as he thrust his hips up. I felt his fingers grip my
hair as his cock thickened against my lips and he began to pour his young
sperm into my mouth. I continued to jack him off, encouraging his cock to
give up every drop of cum that his balls produced. On the camera the man's
cock slows to a dribble and we see a little sperm leaking out of the boys'
mouth to run down his shaft and onto his finger.

Josh let go of my cock and I took over, jacking myself off as the boy on
the camera sits up and leans back against the man then lets a mouthful of
cum leak out and run down his chin while we see his bangs literally awash
in the man's cum, part of which is hanging down onto the boy's face. I took
my mouth from Joshs' cock, turned more onto my back and looked at the TV as
I came, four or five volley's of cum shooting up onto my belly. On the
camera the man reaches both arms around the boy, one to hold him while the
other plays with the boys' cock and his balls.

"Now it's your turn to fuck me," the man tells the boy. I sat up and
grabbed the remote and hit stop. My thinking was that Josh probably needed
to get home, was probably sated after two orgasms in less than half and
hour. I was also figuring that I'd try to use the next scene as bait to get
the hot young kid to get naked with me again. It seems I was right on both
counts.

"Dude that was so hot. Does the boy get to actually fuck the guy?" Josh
asked. I nodded my head and said that it was and added that the man fucks
the boy again before it's over.

"No shit! Dude I gotta see that but I have to get home." He paused then
asked, "So, you drank all my cum, what's it like doin that?" I reached down
to grab my already cum soaked boxers and told him it was great that
swallowing a guys cum could be pretty hot. He thought on that a moment then
said, "Well, I guess I'll have to try it then." I thought on that for a
moment then took another chance.

"So you and Logan haven't done any stuff together," I asked. Josh shook his
head.

"No, not really. I mean I've seen him naked a couple of times and once I
saw him hard. We woke up late and had to get into the shower and out of the
house in a hurry. He seemed a little embarrassed to let me see him like
that but not too bad since I was hard too. You know what it's like in the
morning." I nodded my head and told him that I certainly did then went on.

"You commented twice during the videos that Logan was pretty big."

"Yeah he is. Bigger than me and you but not quite as big as that boy," he
said pointing at the TV. "I guess he must be at least eight inches long and
he seems pretty thick too."

"So, have you ever wanted to do stuff with him?" I asked, not expecting an
answer but got one.

"Oh yeah. Dude, don't you think he's hot. I even jack off thinking about
being with him sometimes."

"Well you're a pretty hot boy yourself," I told him which caused him to
blush a little. "So have you ever been with another boy?" He shook his head
and told me that he'd jacked off with a couple of other boys before but
never touched one or did anything else with them. He'd wanted to but didn't
want them to think he was gay, which he wasn't, or so he said.

Josh stood up and bent over to retrieve his clothing. I watched as he
tugged it on, working to get his softened cock into a comfortable position
inside his jock. I pulled on my gee pants and shirt while Josh finished
dressing.

"So how about if I drive you home, it sounds like it's continuing to pour
outside." The boy was more than willing to accept a ride so we tossed his
bike into the bed of my truck and headed out. As I dropped him off he asked
if we would be on for Thursday night and I assured him we would be.