Date: Thu, 31 Dec 2009 14:25:23 -0800 (PST)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boy From a Dream

I really did dream the two opening scenes as well as the lunch scene on the
beach. I woke up and lay in bed going over it before finally getting up and
putting it to paper. I hope you enjoy it. Whether it continues depends on
feedback that I get from the story.  Hugs, Tag

Other of my stories that began from a dream I had:

Mysterious Dragon Boy -- posted 2.19.07
Cuddling Boy -- posted 4.27.09

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He was just about as cute as any boy I'd ever seen. He was dark skinned but
not African continent dark more like southern European dark which shouldn't
have been a surprise since that's where I was vacationing. Pitch black hair
of course but not stick straight. It had some wave, some movement to it and
was worn a little long, not quite in his large dark eyes but close. His
perfectly shaped lips had a very slight pink cast to them and created a
terrific frame for crystal white, orthodontist straight teeth. His smile
could light up a room. I would have judged him to be 14 or 15 years old.

He was wearing a pair of bikini briefs, or something like them; light blue
with a panel of thick horizontal stripes in dark blue across the front
stretching from hip to hip. The briefs seemed about two sizes too small for
him. He was reclined, resting back on his elbows facing me. The crotch of
his underwear, if that's what they were, was narrow like a thong causing
the skin and a small portion of his balls to peek out of the sides of the
fabric. He was smiling, seemingly unfazed by the fact that parts of his
boyhood charms were open to view or perhaps he was inviting me to explore
them.

The next thing I remember is the boy sleeping in a large overstuffed
chair. Again he was partially reclined, half way between being on his back
or on his right side with his hips tilted so that they were a little more
horizontal. His bottom leg was cocked at the knee with his foot hooked
behind the knee of his top leg which was angled more straight with the toes
and the ball of the foot touching the floor.

He was wearing boxers. The color was again a light blue in a pattern of
small diamonds. His cock was sticking up out of the fly hole, a good 3
inches of thick hard brown flesh. In his sleep, only an assumption on my
part, the arm that he was lying on reached up and grasped onto the thick
shaft and pushed downward, pressing his underwear flat to his pubic bone
and exposing most of his magnificent cock to me. The hand then pushed his
boyhood pride and joy downward so that it angled more toward me. He moved
his hand back up, his dusky foreskin almost covering the swollen head, and
forcing a large glob of precum that had been on its way to freedom, up out
of his cock. It appeared to be almost a teaspoon of semi watery liquid that
could easily have been mistaken for a full ejaculation. The glob hung there
for a moment, gravity pulling it down until it touched his boxers while the
other end was still attached as though caught between his cock head and his
foreskin. His hand slid back down and as if it had been released, the big
glob of cum dropped off.

I woke up; the images still crystal clear in my mind, my own very hard cock
needing the same kind of attention that the boys' cock had; a squeeze and a
push downward as if to stretch out a muscle that that had been inactive. My
erection however was not from sexual arousal but a need to piss so out of
the bed I went and padded into the bathroom where, bent over from the
waist, I unloaded a heavy stream of liquid into the bowl.

Finished, I left the bathroom and went out through the open French doors
onto the balcony and gazed out over the town. I was fairly high up on the
side of a hill so the town was below me, a few lights twinkling in the
predawn darkness, the ocean a blacker mass that stretched across my entire
field of vision. As the warm air caressed my naked body I reflected on the
dream, or more appropriately, the boy in the dream.

I'd had precognitive dreams my entire life, or at least as far back as I
could remember. Identified and named by Carl Jung, pre-cog dreams are those
that are considered foresight, the kind of dreams that are sometimes the
origin of those de-ja vu moments in life. I'm not saying that the real life
experience totally matches the content of the dream but generally there
were enough similarities for me to recognize the connection between the
dream and the real life experience. For example one night I had some vivid
dreams or dream about motorcycles. At the time I didn't own one, wasn't
planning on buying one nor did they occupy my waking moments in any way
shape or form. The dream was still vivid when I woke up. I had decided to
take a day drive to visit family, a trip that was over an hour and a half
each way. Throughout the trip on the open highway I encountered a bunch of
different motorcycle clubs out for their first spring run of the year, many
times more bikes than I'd seen on the road for the previous 5 months.

So, as I stood there on the balcony, I considered the boy in my dream and
wondered if I was going to experience him or the dream in some way on my
trip. Needless to say I certainly hoped so. I sat and read for a few hours
then started the process of being in the day. Two hours later I was
showered, fed, and driving up the sparsely occupied coast highway, the top
down on the Alfa Romero Spider I had rented for my stay. I wasn't going
anywhere in particular, just sightseeing, and hoping to find a small patch
of sandy white beach where I had some semblance of privacy in order to sun,
swim, and eat my prepared lunch.

As I came around a tight curve and onto a quarter of a mile long straight
stretch I saw a truck stopped in the middle of the road just before the
highway curved again. An old farm truck, it appeared laden with crates. I
slowed and watched it start a left turn away from the ocean onto another
smaller road that appeared to head up into the hills, clearly not in a big
hurry. As soon as it cleared my lane I saw a figure standing alongside the
road and as soon as he, or it, saw me the right arm went out into the
familiar posture of a hitchhiker.

As I slowed and pulled over I saw that it was indeed a "he", a teenage "he"
and a cute one at that. Wearing jeans and an off white muslin crew neck
shirt with ¾ length sleeves, I wondered if this was the boy of my dream for
there were some similarities; the age, hair and facial features
specifically. When I stopped he was along side the front fender so walked
back and leaned over the door.

"Nice car Signor," he said with a beaming smile. "Can you give a poor boy a
lift?" His English was pretty good but carried the accent of his native
tongue.

"Where does a poor boy wish to go?" I asked, my own face affecting a wide
smile. He nodded his head in the direction that I was headed so I nodded my
head and told him to get in and started moving before he had his seatbelt
buckled.

"You like the Alfa Signor? Is nice car yes?" he asked as he looked around
the small cockpit of the car. In doing so he spied the small metallic
rainbow that was hanging off of the zipper of my camera case. I noticed
that he saw it and as our eyes met I knew two things; he knew that I saw
him look at it and he didn't care what it represented.

"You take pictures Signor?" I nodded my head, explained that I was the
travel editor for a major magazine but currently was on vacation, although
it was a working vacation. "Perhaps you would like some pictures of a poor
boy." I didn't miss a beat.

"Perhaps. Would the poor boy want money for those pictures?"

"That would be up to you Signor but a poor boy would hardly refuse monetary
remuneration."

"Those are big words for a poor boy."

"A poor boy is not necessarily an uneducated boy," he said with a huge
smile. I burst out laughing.

"Does the poor boy have a name?"

"He does Signor. My name is Donato and I am at your service." We had gotten
stuck behind another slow moving truck so I glanced over at him and raised
an eyebrow.

"My name is Cullen," I said and put my hand out. He took it in an easy
grip, said he was pleased to meet me. "What kind of services could you
perform for me Donato?" The boy smiled and I swear to god his eyes shot
downward between my legs for a split second.

"That depends on what a person might need." I thought on that for a moment
and wondered how far this could go.

"Well right now I'm looking for a secluded beach, or at least one that is
not crowded."

He seemed to give that some thought. "I know of such a place not far from
my home. I would be glad to show you but alas, I have other commitments.
Perhaps my brother, yet another poor boy, is free. If so he could take you
there." My heart sunk a wee bit because I was quite sure that I could
tumble the boy and I had no doubt he would make an exciting bed partner.

"Well mores the pity Donato, I would have loved to spend time with you."

"And I with you Signor I however if my brother is willing to go with you I
think that you will find that he might be able to meet your needs as well
as me." He paused for a theatrical moment then with an evil grin added,
"Well, perhaps not quite as well as me."  I wondered if that statement
carried some hidden meaning.

I drove on for another fifteen minutes while Donato and I talked a little
of our lives. He asked how long I was going to be visiting and I told him
at least a week. He told me that he had dreams of going to America so I
told him I'd give him one of my business cards and if he ever wanted to
visit I would be more than happy to show him around, even give him a place
to stay, to be of service to which he gave me a knowing smile. Overall he
seemed like a pretty nice kid.

The highway dipped down into an area that was barely above sea level, a
large valley opening up between the hills on the opposite side of the
highway. The boy pointed out a road that I was to take and less than a mile
up it he had me turn onto a dirt road. A quarter mile up there I pulled up
in front of an older farmhouse. Donato got out, asked me to wait a moment,
went into the house then came back out about 4 minutes later.

"Davi said he would be happy to take you to the spot that I spoke of. He
said he will stay with you and be your guide if you have need of one." He
pronounced the name with a soft A so it sounded like Dah-vee.  I told
Donato that would be great then grabbed my camera case and pulled a
business card from a side pocket. I took the time to write down the phone
number of the hotel I was staying at on the back of the card. I handed the
card to him, he looked at it and said that he hoped to see me in a few days
when I brought his brother home. As I looked up at him the door on the
house slammed shut stealing his attention so he missed the raised eyebrow
and questioning expression on my face. A couple of days?

"Ahh, here is Davi." I looked toward the house and saw a boy younger and
smaller in stature than I coming toward the car, a sports bag slung from
his shoulder. Where Donato was cute as the dickens as this boy approached I
could see that he was beautiful, an Adonis. First of all he couldn't have
been more than 2 inches over 5 feet tall and like his brother his body
appeared perfectly proportioned to his height. His hair was as black as
Donato but instead of being wavy it was a mass of very loose curls that
tumbled onto his forehead, stopping just above thick eyebrows. On the sides
it came down about half way over his ears while the back was a little
longer than collar length.

"Signor Cullen this is my brother Davi." I put my hand out and the young
God took it, giving me a gentler shake than his older brother. In that
brief moment I took in his face; that of a young boy on the cusp of growing
into a young man, still slightly round with slightly defined cheekbones. He
was completely smooth and but for a small mole or freckle at the outer
corner of his upper lip he was blemish free. His eyes were huge and were
blue, something uncommon but not unheard of in olive skinned races. The
lashes that helped frame those spectacular eyes were long, luxurious, and
full. His nose was narrow without being thin and below his nostrils was a
well defined cupid's bow that helped accentuate lips that were sensual and
full. His brilliantly white teeth were not quite perfect but I certainly
didn't care, the imperfections were minor.

"Signor Cullen," he said in a voice that had entered puberty but hadn't
been there for long. I was almost too stunned to say anything but before I
could Donato spoke up.

"I will leave you now; there are things must be attended to. Take care of
him Cullen," he said to me then to his brother, "Have fun Davi." The
younger boy hugged his brother then kissed him on the mouth, said something
in their native tongue then thanked him. Donato opened the door for him but
before he could get in I took the camera case and slipped it between the
seats into the storage area. Davi got in, stuffed his bag down between his
feet then buckled in while I closed the door. Off we went.

Nothing was said while I traversed the dirt road but once on the blacktop I
punched it, spinning the tires and laying down a little rubber causing the
young God next to me to laugh. As I was moving through the gears I asked
Davi how far up the road we had to go.

"Not far Signor Cullen, just over one and a half miles. It is a little
tricky to get into so I should explain it to you as we go. First of all
it's right at the beginning of a sharp curve to the left. Secondly you must
stop in the road and back into the parking space. If you miss it then you
must continue down the highway for three miles to turn around and come back
to it. The problem is that coming from that direction one can't see if cars
are coming so it's very dangerous to cross over into the spot. One almost
has to come back here and turn around then make another attempt." I was
beginning to wonder if this was going to be worth it. Surly there were
other spots. As if reading my mind Davi said,

"I know it sounds complicated Signor Cullen but you must trust me, you will
find it worth the effort." I glanced over at the boy, silenced once again
by his beauty. He had his smile on so I simply nodded my head. As we got
closer Davi turned around to look behind us. "No traffic so it should be
easy." We traveled another 300 yards before I pointed out the upcoming
corner. I checked the rear view mirror and saw a car in the distance.

"Stop just next to the second big yellow sign then back in." He was
referring to a series of signs with big black arrows on them indicating a
sharp corner. I did another check behind me; saw that the car was closing
the gap.

"Hold on Davi," I told him and as I got to the first sign and hit the
brakes and stopped dead on next to the second one. I looked in the rear
view mirror and sure enough there was a small gap in the rocks. I slammed
the car in reverse and spun the tires, let off the gas, then eased the
sports car underneath the limbs of overhanging trees into the graveled
spot. Ten seconds later the other car went around the corner.

We got out and I surveyed the area; it was downright cool. Large enough to
hold a mid-sized car, the Alfa fit nicely. It was surrounded by rock on two
sides and about halfway across the back with a ten foot wide opening on the
ocean side. It was kind of like a U with a hole in the corner. The hillock
of rock on the ocean side had plenty of local flora, trees and bushes that
hung down over the front opening low enough so that the leaves and smaller
branches would have drug across the top of a larger car. I reached back in
and grabbed my camera case, the canvas tote that had my swim suit, lunch,
and towel. Davi had already taken his bag out so I hit a button and the
retractable top began to move back into place, a mechanical feat that
peaked Davi's interest greatly. Once in place and locked Davi bade me
follow him down the side of the cliff which would have challenged a
mountain goat. Seriously it wasn't bad. I got to watch the boys' slender
little butt move about under the loose cotton shorts that he was wearing.
We finally managed to hit sea level about 100 feet down, then scrambled up
over a rock outcropping then dropped down onto white sand in a magnificent
little cove.

Shaped like a crescent moon it was about 150-200 feet long and maybe 50
feet from the water to the foot of the hill behind it. About an equal
amount of water sat between the beach and the open ocean, the mouth of the
cove, and thus the beach, was protected by rock the projected from each
side toward the middle like a set of pincers.

"It's beautiful Davi, absolutely beautiful."

"It is Signor Cullen and very private as well." I could see that. I set my
tote in a small spot of shade, laid a blanket and my towel out in the sun,
and began to undress. I generally wore a very skimpy suit, not quite a
thong, but had elected not to wear it until I got to where I was going
because it wasn't real comfortable underneath clothing, if you get my
drift. I supposed that I could simply turn my back on Davi while I
changed. I glanced over at the boy who had taken his shirt and sandals off
and was working at the drawstring of his shorts. I couldn't help but admire
his body, not that I could see a whole bunch of it at that moment.

I shucked my cargo shorts and clad only in boxers went to my tote and
pulled out my suit then turned to see where Davi was and got a delightful
surprise. The boy was facing away from me, was completely naked, and was
bent over slightly and stepping into something. I was immediately taken by
a couple of things. His tan was total; there were no lines that I could see
from where I was. His ass was to die for and for a brief moment I got a
view of the underside of his balls as he stepped into the garment.

I quickly shucked my boxers and, facing away from him, stepped into my own
clothing. Pulled up and into place, I ran my fingers around the leg holes
in an attempt to get my stuff arranged. When I turned around Davi was
facing me, his gorgeous blue eyes locked onto my crotch. Turn about was
fair play because I was all but staring at his as well.

To say that the young boy was clothed would be a misnomer because
technically he was covered but only barely. Davi was wearing something akin
to a Japanese fundoshi which is nothing more that a strip of cloth that
covers the genitals. A length of string through the top of it ties it in
place while another string tied at the bottom goes though the crotch, up
through the gluteal cleavage and attaches to the top string. What Davi was
wearing, or not as the case may be, was a deep red that went well with his
skin tone and that was held in place by something thicker than string.

As I started toward him he stood motionless, arms at his side and I took in
the sight of him. His body was well defined, possibly from working on a
farm. His pectoral muscles stood out slightly, the indentation of his
breast bone and the creases beneath helped with the definition while small
nipples and areolas broke up the dark landscape. The center crease of his
abs went all the way to his belly button, a small projection on an almost
flat surface. The horizontal lines of his abs were in place as well, moving
to the sides where they melted into the sharp lines of the outer part of
the muscles that angled inward to create the classic V. Just outside of
those lines were curves of his hips and pelvis crease which arced in and
downward to create a second V, both of them disappearing beneath the red
cloth that covered his boyhood charms.  And what boyhood charms they
appeared to be.

The bulge of Davi's young cock was clearly evident and ended at the very
top of the cloth and slightly to one side and since I couldn't see any
outline of the head I assumed that he was uncut. The bottom bulged out as
well, seeming to barely contain a set of balls that were holding sperm that
was ready to be released. A very small amount of hair was peeking out at
the edges of the red fabric.

"My God you're beautiful Davi," I said softly, stopping about 8 feet from
him. He smiled and said,

"Thank you signor Cullen, I am glad you think so. You are quite handsome
too." Davi didn't hesitate to scan my body and I felt myself straighten
slightly, wanting his approval. While not as defined as the boy in front of
me, at 32 I was in very good shape. I did the gym 4 times a week and swam
twice a week. I ate fairly healthy and the rest was genetics. At 5'8 and a
hundred sixty I knew that I looked okay, if not good. The light green swim
suit I was wearing helped enhance a softened 7 ½ inches of moderately thick
circumcised cock. My bush was kept trimmed and my balls shaved so no hair
was visible.

"You are wearing a fundoshi," I said and he nodded his head, pleased that I
knew what it was.

"I made it myself. Do you like the color? Do you think I look good in it?"
I nodded my head appreciatively.

"The only way you could look better is if you weren't wearing it," I said
seriously. His hands went to toward to where it was tied on his left hip.

"I can take it off if you wish Signor Cullen," he said, his voice entirely
serious. I shook my head.

"No. No I it's fine, honest." Then the boy got coy with me, affecting a
slight pout.

"You don't wish to see my body Signor Cullen?"

"I cannot imagine anything that I would like more than to see your body
Davi." I replied softly, "You are possibly the finest specimen of a boy
that I've ever seen." He arched an eyebrow at me as if to say "well".

"Sometimes it is more, uumm, stimulante -- more mysterious -- when one is
dressed as you are."

"Aahhh, I understand. Yes, there will be time for undressing later," and
again he looked at my crotch.  "Come, let us test the water," he said,
turned and walked to where small waves were lapping at the sandy shore. I
followed behind him, admiring his ass, the pair of firm looking globes
pushing out slightly from the small of his back. Davi waded in to just
below his balls the dove under the water, emerging 10 feet away. I wasn't
far behind him surfacing a few feet away from where he stood, his soaked
hair was almost flattened against his head and his ever present smile
plastered to his blemish free face.

"I will be going to the beach now," Davi said and proceeded to leave the
water. I treaded water and watched his magnificent ass as it cleared the
water. Based on our conversation earlier and what Davi had said there was
every likelihood that I would see the boy sans his fundoshi and that made
my dick stir a little in the warm water of the little cove.

I elected to do some laps having neglected my regimen for almost 4 days and
started for the far end of the cove. As I was swimming I glanced at the
beach and saw that Davi was lying on his back soaking up the hot sun. I
wondered briefly if, when I went back onto the beach, the vision from my
dream was going re-appear in the form of the boy God that was lying up
there.

I figured that 10 laps equaled about a mile so did an extra 5 just for good
measure then floated around for a few minutes before walking out of the
water up onto the beach. Davi was still lying in the same spot, legs spread
out to gather the sun and as I got close to him I slowed down. Even in that
position he was a pleasure to look at, his belly more concave, his chest
above creating almost a ledge that enhanced the look. I wondered what path
a drop of water would travel if let loose on the end of his rib cage. I
could clearly see the very beginning of his gluteal cleavage, the thin
white cord emerging from the crack and attaching to the bottom of the piece
of cloth that, at the moment, wasn't giving him complete coverage. The
smooth skin of Davi's balls was creeping out the sides of the red cloth,
the actual testicle on one side causing a lump at the edge of the
fabric. Oh, to go down there and pull that cloth to the side.

As I got almost to him Davi rolled slightly to one side and placed what was
then the foot of the top leg flat on the sand to keep him in place while he
reached for a bottle of water that was sitting at the top corner of his
towel. The move caused his balls to shift under the cloth, gravity pulling
them to one side. He saw me and offered me a drink which I gladly took. The
bottle had been frozen and the thawing caused a great deal of condensation
on it and after taking a small sip I handed it back to Davi who held it
against his face, cooling his skin down.

"Did you have a good swim signor Cullen?" I nodded my head, said that I
did. "I think I need to dip and cool off," he said and started to get up so
I put a hand down for him and pulled him to his feet. On his feet we stood,
almost chest to chest for a very brief second, eyes locked. I wanted to
kiss him. The moment passed, he smiled, let go of my hand and headed toward
the beach but about 10 feet away he looked back over his shoulder, saw me
watching after him, smiled, and kept going. God that kid had a great ass.

I went to my towel and lay down to let the sun dry me. I was propped up on
my elbows half watching Davi and half just taking in my surroundings but as
he came out of the water our eyes locked. I could see his smile from 25
feet away. As he got closer I could see that the front of his fundoshi was
pulled down from the weight of the water that it held, said water dripping
from the bottom of it. Apparently Davi was conscious of it as well for as
he walked both hands went to the pouch and squeezed, forcing the water
out. Next his hands went to his head and ruffled his hair getting the
excess of water out and allowing for the partial return of his curls.

"Are you getting hungry at all Davi?" He nodded his head

"A little." I bade him sit down on my blanket while I pulled things out of
the basket. He did so, sitting with his feet flat and his arm resting on
his knees. The move forced his package to squish between his thighs which
in turn forced more flesh to peep out from underneath the pouch of cloth
that was trying to restrain it. Once again I was tempted to reach over and
touch him; but I resisted.

I pulled out a half loaf of bread that had been baked that morning, a round
of sausage and a block of cheese along with a knife to cut things with.
There was also a bottle of wine that had been wrapped in soaking wet towels
and put in the freezer over night so now it was quite chilled. I laid
everything on a small cloth then used a small cutting board to handle the
cheese and sausage. Since I didn't have 2 glasses I offered Davi to drink
from the bottle.

We ate and talked and learned a great deal about each other. He was the
youngest of 5 brothers, 3 of them worked the farm that belonged to their
parents while an older brothers were both off a university learning
something. At 13 years and 8 months he too was looking forward to
completing his required education and going to an art institute to learn
clothing design. Donato and their next oldest brother Angelo had no
aspirations beyond running the family farm.

The boy's parents were lost in an accident on that very highway that we
came out on. It is thought that some people driving recklessly had run
their slower moving truck off of a cliff. No one was ever found or
convicted of the any charges. Aside from that he was attending school at
secondary level, was quite good at arts and acting, not bad in languages
but horrible in math. I related what I did for a living and where I worked
and, like his older brother, Davi harbored a dream of going to America some
day although his desire was to study there.

"I'll tell you the same thing I told Donato, if you wish to come to America
I would be glad to have you stay at my home as well as show you around.
Davi almost shook with pleasure at the prospect. So did I.  "Tell me more
about clothing design. Have you done anything other than what you're
wearing? He explained that he had and at such time as I returned him to his
home he would be more than happy to show me some of those things. I of
course said that I'd be glad to look at them, perhaps even take some
pictures.

"If you're serious about school I would be willing to show some pictures of
your work and speak with some people that I know who might be able to help
you achieve that."

Davi seemed shocked at my statement then, in a quiet voice said, "Truly,
you would do that for me Signor Cullen?" I nodded my head. A single tear
appeared at the inner corner of one eye. Fortunately I didn't have any food
or drink in my hand at that moment. Davi literally leaped from where he was
sitting and was on me, hugging me tightly. The forward motion of his body
caused me to fall backwards with the adorable young boy lying on top of
me. His arms were on my shoulders and he was literally kissing me all over
my face. He stopped and looked down at me from no more than 6 inches away,
the smell of wine sweet on his breath.

"Signor cullen I cannot tell you how that makes me feel; that you, a
complete stranger would be willing to help a poor boy to come to his
dreams." The term poor boy seemed to be as much a family trait as beauty
was. "I would do anything you asked to be given such an opportunity. I
would be forever in your debt signor I."

The "do anything" statement had a somewhat special meaning for me in that
moment. A beautiful, young, and practically naked, teenage boy was lying on
top of me, his legs straddling one of mine. I could easily feel his boy
package pushing against my upper thigh while the knee that was between my
legs was pushed up against my balls. My hands had automatically wrapped
around him as we went down, one around his upper back and the other across
his naked butt. I could have laid there holding him for an indefinite
period of time.

"You would do anything Davi," I asked in a soft voice. He nodded his head
slowly, his large blue eyes roaming over my face and in a voice as soft as
mine he said,

"Anything." The hand that was on his magnificent butt moved down under the
orbs and came back up, straddling his gluteal cleavage so that the palm was
on one cheek and the fingers on the other. His right hand touched my cheek
very gently, the fingers played down toward my hairline. Neither of us said
a word for at least 5 seconds and then he repeated the word anything. His
head lowered toward me and his lips touched mine, soft and warm in a gentle
and slightly probing kiss that I responded to in kind. When he broke the
kiss he back off enough for our eyes to meet once again.

"I think this is where we get undressed." My answer was to move my left
hand down to his hip where the string of his fundoshi was tied and pull the
string. The bow undone, I moved my fingers to pull the two sides apart then
gently rolled the boy off of me and onto his back and me onto my side and
as I rolled I also propped myself up on one elbow in order to look down on
him. The move caused the cloth that had covered him to fall to the ground
between us so I was looking down to his now uncovered boyhood charms, and
completely charming they were.

Davi was well hung for a boy his age and size. Easily 6 ½ to 7 inches of
thick brown cock rested on his lower belly, the head barely peeking out
from beneath his foreskin. A small patch of pitch black curls poked out
from beneath both sides of his cock and his balls hung low and heavy below
the still softened tube of flesh in a smooth sac that only had hair at the
beginning of where it hung from his cock.

"Do I please you Signor Cullen," he asked, his voice still soft. I looked
down into his amazing eyes, allowed my eyes to roam across his smooth
beautiful face.

"You do more than please me Davi; you are beautiful and possibly the most
amazing boy I've ever been with." My admission to having been with other
boys was intentional but I didn't comment on it.

"You are too kind. I feel I am but an average boy," he said although a hint
of a smile indicated pleasure at what I'd said. "You too are a very
handsome man; more than a poor boy such as me deserves for his first
lover." That I was going to be his first almost shocked me to the core but
I stayed away from that statement.

"So, we are going to become lovers?" I asked.

"Oh yes Signor Cullen," the boy said looking up at me, "but first there are
two things. One, I must tell you that I am not doing so in trade for any
help you might provide me in reaching my goals." I nodded my head for I
believed the boy.

"And the second thing?" I asked him. He smiled, brought his head up and
kissed me gently on the lips.

"Take your swim suit off that I may see you." Our positions changed; as I
rolled onto my back I propped up on one elbow on his side. I hooked my
thumbs under the waistband, lifted my ass up and slid the suit down;
bringing my knees up to my chest maneuvered them off of my feet then
stretched out so that the hot young teen had an unobstructed view. View me
he did.

I had already started to inflate so my dick was lying up onto my belly. "So
big Signor Cullen," I exclaimed, "and heavy caglione; such heavy balls. Do
you shave down there Signor Cullen," he asked. I nodded my head. He put his
hand on my stomach just beyond the tip of my cock. "You do not have a
covering, why is that." I explained the custom of circumcision in the
United States to which his response was, "how silly to remove that which
brings so much pleasure." I nodded my head in agreement.

Davi commented on my abs as he rubbed back and forth and then moved his
hand downward and underneath my hardening cock. "He anticipates my touch
does he not," the boy stated more than asked.

"He does," I responded to which Davi smiled and replied,

"Then I should not disappoint, to disappoint would be unkind." I agreed
with him. The boy slipped his hand from beneath my cock then wrapped his
hand around it and squeezed. I don't think that I'd felt such excitement at
being touched since I was a young teen and experiencing my first
interactive sexual experiences. "It is so hard and warm," he said softly.

Between us I could see that Davi had appeared to reach full tumescence, his
cock hanging in the air and pointing in my direction. Since my arms were at
my sides I pulled mine up and took hold of the boy and squeezed him much as
he was squeezing me. He gasped slightly; his eyes went wide open for just a
second before he closed them for another half count then opened them
again. I stroked him as much as the position would allow and, following my
movement, I did the same to me.

"I'd really like to suck your cock Signor Cullen but I don't know how. I've
never done it before."

"It's very easy Davi but first, it's okay to just call me Cullen. Would you
like me to show you how to do it or would you like me to suck you first?"
He thought about it then said to show him so I explained it and mimed
covering my teeth.

"Maybe you should do it to me first," he said, adding, "If you don't mind."
Oh hell no, I didn't mind; I was more than okay with that. We changed
positions again, Davi on his back and me propped up on my right forearm and
I reached down and took hold of his cock. Holding like that, being able to
look at is as I did, made it ten times better than when I'd held it a few
moments before. The boy was thick, hard, and warm and filled my hand quite
nicely. I stroked him a couple of times, always fascinated by the action of
a boy's foreskin as it moved back and forth over his swollen cock head, the
action forcing precum to the surface. I finally kept the foreskin retracted
and the cock upright and lowered my head, bound for destiny.

Sometimes I lick first, sometimes I suckle and this time I elected to do
the latter. I lowered my opened mouth far enough that when I closed my lips
they wrapped around his shaft just below the head. I let my tongue roam all
over the spongy surface, exploring the rim and then the slit, tasting the
residue of his leakage. Davi gasped at the feeling of having his cock
sucked for the first time and I felt his hand as it rested on my back.

I lowered my head further, taking in about half of him before backing off,
my hand moving back up along with my lips, then doing the same thing when I
went back down again. I then moved into a stroking and sucking mode that
were independent of each other and since he was long enough I could manage
that without punching myself in the chin when I was in the down position. I
eventually stopped the stroking for a bit and simply fondled and squeezed
balls, the soft hairless sac almost filling my hand. It elicited another
gasp from the young boy god below me.

"I will cum real soon if you keep doing that," he said, his voice husky
with the feelings of lust that were ripping through his teenage body. I
took that as a cue to stop, for both our sakes. I took him out of my mouth
and let his cock down gently onto his flat, taut belly then gently rubbed
it, feeling the stomach muscles tighten and relax along with his breathing.
I rubbed up onto his chest, reveling in the growing muscle there as well
then moved to a small nubbin of nipple and rubbed it until it hardened
beneath my touch.

Davi had simply laid there, his eyes closed at first then opened
slightly. With lids half closed the magnificent blue orbs scanned my face,
much as I was doing to him, taking in the smoothness of his skin, the brown
tone, narrow nose and full sensuous lips that partially covered crystal
white teeth. I had a strong urge to kiss him, to feel the lushness of his
lips against mine.

"How are you doin Davi," I asked him quietly. His mouth broke into a half
smile.

"I am doing very well Cullen. That was...magnifico," he said softly. I
couldn't resist the urge, lowered my head slowly in order to give the boy
time to give me a signal that kissing him wasn't okay. I didn't get any
signal which of course was a signal in itself and closed my eyes at the
last moment.

I was first taken by the softness of Davi's lips. I can't say, in
retrospect, that they were any softer really than any other set of lips
that I'd kissed over the years but in that moment they seemed to be. Just
before our lips touched he opened his mouth a little so that our first kiss
wasn't a squeezed lip, lemony sort of thing. I left my lips against his,
moving gently for just a moment and when I back away I didn't leave them
entirely. Instead I left them so that they were barely touching and mostly
just at the center. There's something extremely sensual about that, at
least for me, and while he had a moment to pull back completely, instead
Davi stayed there with me. I pressed back in, kissed him again, pushing and
releasing my lips against his then backed away about 6 inches. We opened
our eyes at the same time.

"That was nice Cullen. I think I like kissing, a lot." His voice was soft,
caressing. I leaned back down and we kissed again, soft gentle kisses. I
finally broke away.

"I want to try and suck you," he said. I rolled onto my back, Davi onto his
forearm and with his left hand he took hold of my rigid cock. He looked at
me, said "like this" and mimicked a cock sucking mouth to which I nodded my
head. He then leaned down and took me into his mouth for the first time.
With no experience at multi-tasking in such situations, the hot young teen
simply held on to my dick while he moved his head up and down. He did allow
his tongue to do some exploring however and I could feel it as it moved
around my swollen head creating ripples of pleasure through my body. I
reached out and put my hand on his side, rubbing down onto his hip and then
down onto the globe of his butt where I rubbed, squeezed a little bit then
moved back up to his hip.

The boy continued to suckle me, I continued to rub him and as I was
thinking about reaching over his hip to grab onto his cock he stopped and
simply stayed propped up on his arm but looked down into my eyes as I had
done to him moments earlier.

"Did I do okay Cullen," he asked. I smiled at him and told him that it was
excellent. "I'm glad," he responded then leaned down and kissed me. It was
a gentle kiss at first but he pressed harder and before I knew it he was
breathing heavier and his mouth had opened almost as wide as it could
go. Davi's tongue made the first foray, moving into my mouth tentatively
but when my tongue met his we both used more force. He backed away until
our lips barely touched but our tongues kept up a heavier contact. Our lips
went back together again in another full mouthed, tongue tangling kiss.

"Gosh that makes me ho caldo, so hot," he said huskily. I raised my head
and kissed him on his exposed neck and the boy shivered with pleasure. "I
think now it is time to cum," he groaned.

I gently pushed him onto his back and took hold of his raging hard cock and
began stroking him. I kissed and nuzzled his neck as I jacked him off and
in the process earning plenty of moans, groans, and grunts. I felt his hips
move in concert with my stroking, his pelvic bone rising to me on the
downward stroke.

"Aahhh Dio, aahh Dio," He cried out. I recognized "oh God" as well as the
fact that he'd reached squirt point. I leaned back just as I felt his cock
thicken against my hand and watched the first squirt of young sperm at the
hand of someone else. It erupted with force, a long stream of white goo
that landed on his chest leaving a slash of white 6 inches long. The second
jet was about as long but fell a little short of the first one. The next
four burped out onto his flat belly in shorter gashed and in between all of
them cum oozed out and down over my thumb then dripped into his moss. I
continued to stroke him but slowed down then gripped him tighter in the
down position and raised my hand slowly. Sperm seeped out and as I raised
his foreskin it formed a ring of flesh around the end of the head in which
an opaque pool of cum formed. It was almost like the dream that I'd had. I
leaned my head down and first tongued the puddle then sucked it up and
savored its tangy flavor. Davi giggled because of the ultra sensitivity of
his organ.

I gently let his cock down then reached lower and cupped his freshly
drained balls causing him to giggle again.

"Oh, my coglione so sensitive," he said. I took my hand away, reluctantly
then kissed him quickly on the lips, swiped my hand through his cooling
sperm, noticing that the young teen made a considerable amount of liquid,
then rolled onto my back and began to jack off. I concentrated on my cock
head, twisting my hand as though unscrewing a bottle top, while at the same
time using a short stroke that ran my hand back and forth over the rim.
Davi rolled back onto his side and reached over to rub on my thigh, more
specifically, gripping my inner thigh right next to my balls. That only
lasted a moment because he began fondling my balls, gently squeezing and
tugging on the sperm filled eggs. I hadn't cum in about 5 days so it didn't
take too awfully long before I was there. I slid my hand down off of my
spermy cock head and slowed my stroke.

The first squirt got me in the neck but that wasn't what made it unusual
because only a drop or two hit that high. The thing that made it
spectacular was that it was a somewhat watery sperm so that it was more
like shook up bottle of soda. My cum erupted in a dozen or more drops that
splattered my chest. And there were 5 more squirts of them, all just as
broken up into droplets and landing everywhere on my body. Imagine pouring
cupped hands full of heavy cream and sort of lobbing it into the air so
that it separated from itself in the air and just landed helter skelter in
droplets. I'd never seen anything quite like it, certainly not coming out
of my balls anyway. My torso was covered from my pubic hair line to my neck
with 60 or more drops and droplets of sperm that were already beginning to
run before the last 2 globs of the stuff was coaxed out of my dick to run
down the shaft onto my fingers. The expression on Davi's smooth dark face
said it all.

"Cazzo merde porca" which roughly translates to "Holy fucking shit."

"No kidding," I said as I slowed down and stopped stroking. I let go of my
cock and rubbed my balls a little bit, Davi having vacated them during the
eruption.

"Cullen you are soaked with your sperma," the boy said. "I have never seen
my sperm do that, break up into drops, mine is always creamy and, how you
say, gooey." He reached over and wiped his fingers through some of it then
examined it a little more closely. I agreed with him and told him that I'd
never experienced anything like before either.

"Regardless, I need to bathe." I got to my feet, Davi standing as well and
as we started toward the water the boy took my hand and held it.

"This was a wonderful thing, you and I. I have wanted to be so for a long
time. Thank you for helping my dream come true Cullen." I let go of his
hand and put my arm across the boy's narrow shoulders. He responded
immediately by putting his arm around my waist and snuggling in as close as
he could.

"You helped a dream come true for me too Davi," I said, "So thank you."

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