Date: Tue, 25 Dec 2001 16:18:17 -0800 (PST)
From: skaar skaar <skaaroz@hotmail.com>
Subject: Boy Narcissus - After Summer - Part II

"Guys like me. They think I've got a nice body. I
think you like me"

I stood, almost in a trance. My hard-on tented my
boxers as I towered over this little dude. He glanced
at my boxers and took a half step towards me. I
could feel my face redden and my heart pound. A little
rivulet of sweat ran down my bare torso from my
armpit. He gently reached forward and softly
stroked my cock through my boxers. I stood motionless,
frozen to the ground. A thrill of excitement ran up my
body making me tremble.

A look of surprise and confusion crossed his face.
"You've never done it
with a guy, have you?", he said quietly.

"No", I said. And until that moment, I never thought I
would.

                       ***

I stared into the boy's huge eyes, took in the
yellow-blonde locks that highlighted his honey-brown
hair, his deep golden tan, his smooth
never-been-shaved face, then down to his broad
shoulders, large defined pecs and deep brown,
silver-dollar-sized nipples. He was an Adonis. And it
was this sheer, undeniable beauty that enveloped and
entranced me.

"I'm straight", I said, feeling stupid as soon as I
said it.

"Me, too", he said. Then, quietly but purposefully
after a pause: "But you want me".

He moved closer and put one hand lightly on my chest,
moving it slowly towards my nipple which he encircled
with his fingers, lightly, gently, and expertly,
sending flames through my torso and causing my
rock-hard cock to spasm twice involuntarily.

He took my hand and moved towards the weights bench. I
followed, as if I was on autopilot, unable or
unwilling to hold back. He guided me to the bench,
motioning for me to lie on my back. My eyes ran over
this young god - his supremely fit, toned young torso,
his hairless chestnut skin, his huge, proud and hard
boycock, his hairless, heavy, pendulous balls.

I trembled slightly, as if cold, as he sat on my
waist, his weight squeezing my cock, still hard in my
boxers, against my lower abdomen.

He stared, fixing his gaze on my eyes, like some
siren, temptress or seductress, before running his
fingers down my chest. My cock throbbed in its
confines mercilessly.

He leant forwards, not taking his eyes off mine, his
face inches away, pausing, as if to see my reaction.
Forward further and his lips gently touched mine, his
locks of silk caressing the side of my face. My mouth
opened and his tongue expertly flicked mine. I closed
my eyes and felt our mouths clamp together in hot, wet
passion. The heat overtook me as we hungrily explored
each other's mouths as if it was the most natural,
God-given thing to do, my muscular arms encircling his
hard young body, his hips grinding down on my cock.

He raised his hips, reached back and deftly pulled my
boxers down. The feeling of his satin-smooth skin next
to mine sent wave after wave of ecstacy coursing
through my body, my cock feeling like it would
explode.

His lips left mine and I opened my eyes to see him
lean back, his deep brown six-pack rippling, before
slowly lifting his hips, grasping my cock firmly and
holding it upright, and lowering himself onto me.

Heat. Unbearable, exquisite heat surrounded and
engulfed my cock in its silken embrace. He lowered
himself further, his gaze fixed on mine, as my eyes
rolled and I stifled a groan of sheer, unmitigated
animal pleasure.

Down, down. He lowered himself what seemed like
several feet in one silken movement, the nerve endings
on the head of my cock begging for mercy, until his
full weight was on my hips. I looked at him agape,
able to breathe only in short, staccato gasps. I felt
myself inside him, part of his exquisite beauty,
bonded and coupled, unwilling and unable to separate
from our lustful communion.

Slowly at first, he raised himself, then plunged his
weight down on my cock. Then faster, breathing more
heavily, as I writhed and spasmed in sheer unbridled
joy and passion. His chest expanded and contracted,
his washbaord tensed and relaxed with every up and
down movement. His cock twitched and throbbed visibly,
with pre-cum glistening on its shiny head.

I groaned audibly as I felt tidal waves flow through
my body, crashing towards the inevitable destination I
knew was approaching. I tried to speak, but the words
fumbled in my mouth. He gently touched my lips. He
knew.

I began to pant, my own six-pack was as hard as steel
and pumped like I'd never seen it, every sinew and
fiber in my body contracted in a mixture of pleasure
and pain, my skin felt as if it was on fire, my balls
like they would explode like grenades. Then it came.
One long contraction that came deep within my core,
causing my back to arch, my lungs to seize, my eyes to
roll back and my teeth to clench. A familiar, but
never so intense, burning sensation spewed forth from
my cock deeply embedded in this bronze Adonis. I
gasped and drew breath through clenched teeth. Again,
and even more intense to the point where everything
around the boy in my vision blackened. And a third,
and even more painful-pleasurable explosion.

A stream of hot jism shot past my head as the boy
leant back, shooting his own load. A second splattered
on the wall behind my head. The excitement sent
another spasm through my body as my own juice spurted
again with renewed vigor deep in his core. His third
spurt hit my cheek, a fourth my chest and a fifth and
maybe sixth my abdomen. I stared enrapt, my own orgasm
seeming to match his, seeming to continue
relentlessly.

I gasped for breath. I couldn't remember the last time
I'd breathed in the past five minutes. My cock issued
its last loads, my body twitching, butterflies deep in
my soul, almost like laughing hysteria rising.

Exhausted, sweating and panting, we looked at each
other. Who was this boy? What was the magic he
possessed? How could I feel this way? How could I have
reached heights of animal passion, lust and ultimate
ecstacy that I had never before experienced or dreamt
possible? And how could it have happened with him?

I was confused, bewildered and, I think, a bit in
shock, overcome by what I had experienced and how it
had occurred.

And still not a word was spoken, as he raised himself
off me, releasing my still hard cock from its warm
inner glove. I closed my eyes for what I thought was a
second before feeling a gentle kiss on my lips. I
looked to see him, fully dressed, leaving.

                         ***

Boy Narcissus will return. In the Fall series, he will
reach a coming of age where he fully realises his
power, this time over those younger than himself.
Readers who would like to see this, should email me at
skaaroz@hotmail.com for further episodes to be posted
with the preceding four.