Date: Sat, 10 May 2008 12:48:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boys Game II

Some people complain that many writers just dive straight into sex
without any story, a method of writing that I abhor and avoid
assiduously. However this chapter does exactly that and any reasonable
individual can see why. These boys have one goal and one goal only and
that is to have sex with a man and they are single minded in that
pursuit. So, if you want a long drawn out story perhaps the reader should
consider some of my other endeavors because that ain't gonna happen here.
Whether I continue with it is open to debate. Considering how low it took
to do this chapter, I seriously doubt it but with me, one never knows
As Always-N-joi
Hugs
Tag_m

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We made it to the appointed pick up spot and as we approached Paul rolled
the window down and leaned his upper body out and waved toward his
friends. The boys saw him and stepped out of the glass enclosed bus stop,
both of them waving back with the typical enthusiasm of preteen and early
teenaged boys. As we approached I was able to give both of the new boys a
quick glance over.

Neither of them was big but probably good examples of boys their age. I
could see that Stevie might actually be a little small, the mop of curly
medium brown hair a focal point. Paul had been correct about Tristan;
even from where I was I could see that the light chocolate toned boy
verged on beautiful. As we pulled up and stopped it became more apparent
and I felt my dick stir at the sight of him and what he wanted me to do.

The new comers piled in the back and began chattering like magpies, their
high pitched voices sounding a great deal like girls.

"Are we gonna go back to your house Gary?" Tristan asked after Paul made
the introductions. I said that seemed like the logical choice and in the
rear view mirror I could the boy see the smile on his face, the crystal
white teeth a highlight on his darker skin. Of course the new boys wanted
every detail of the encounter that Paul and I shared and on the way back
to my place, Paul told the story from the very beginning. Both boys were
excited about my shooting cum onto their young friends face and wanted to
know all the details of that event.

"I bet you make a ton of sperms don't you Gary? Does he Paul, does he
make a lot of sperm?" Paul agreed that I did and that it was hot having
it on his face.

"Tristan makes a tiny bit of sperm," Stevie volunteered and of course
that piqued my interest. While I wasn't going to complain about my
current situation, the fact was that I preferred boys who had sexually
matured, especially boys that were in the beginning of that stage, their
smooth young balls just starting to give forth the nectar of the Gods.
And I liked my boys with pubic hair, again preferring the beginning stage
of that event as well. I hoped that Tristan would fill the bill on that
count as well as the first one.

As I drove Paul's two friends fired a dozen questions at the boy.

"What was it like when he fucked you?"

"Did it hurt a lot?"

"Could you feel it when cummed in your ass?"

"Did you cum too," and on and on and on.

The three of them were very cute, gregarious, fun loving and totally
unselfconscious boys and I could see that the rest of the day, or however
long they were with me, was probably going to wear me out. And I looked
forward to it.

Inside my house the boys were a little more subdued, looking about like
cats in a new surrounding. That didn't last very long however.

"So where did he fuck you," Tristan asked. Paul asked me if he could show
them and I nodded my head. I followed the trio into my bathroom where
Paul pointed out the counter where I'd taken him, the cushioning towel
still there.

"Fuck that had to be hot as hell," Stevie commented.

"So, can we see your dick Gary?" Tristan finally asked.

"Right here?" I asked. The boy shrugged his shoulders as if to say why
not, it's as good a place as any.

I slipped my shorts and boxers down under my nuts then pulled my t-shirt
up out of the way to give them a full unobstructed view. I was totally
soft, the fleshy tube hanging in its default state, and since it was warm
my balls were at full drop as well. The boys were totally impressed.

"Fuck it's huge."

"Oh man how big does it get?'

"Look how big his balls are too and how low they hang."

"How come your balls are so smooth? I thought men's balls were all hairy
and stuff." I explained that I shaved and trimmed down there as it made
for a nicer look.

"Can we touch you and stuff," Stevie asked.

"Well I feel a little like an animal on display here boys with my stuff
hanging out and you all still got clothes on."

"Well fuck, we can fix that." They all started to disrobe and I suggested
we at least go into my bedroom. The boys immediately began taking of
clothes. I always find that watching boys getting undressed to be
somewhat erotic and this was no exception. Seeing boys clad only in
underwear is another favorite of mine so I suggested that we all stop
once we reached that point and of course Tristan asked why.

"Well, for me, seeing boys in underwear can be hot besides sometimes its
fun to sort of build the tension and," I stopped for emphasis, "sometimes
I like to undress the person I'm with." That got a toothy grin from the
beautiful young boy. We all stripped to our underwear and I got a bit of
a surprise. While Paul of course was still in his cotton briefs and
Stevie was wearing a pair of South Park boxers, Tristan was wearing deep
red jock type underwear, the front and back separate pieces of cloth with
only the elastic band at the hips. From what I could see the boy seemed
to fill both front and back out nicely.

"You want to undress me mister?" Tristan asked in a seductive voice with
a matching pose.

"Or do you want me to me do a strip for you?" Stevie piped in.

"What was it with these kids," I thought to myself. I wondered where the
hell they had learned this sort of stuff and more over how this
assertiveness slash aggressiveness slash seductiveness had developed.

"He does a pretty mean strip," Paul informed me, "even if it's only
underwear." Well hell that would solve the problem of how to go about
things.

"Sure, why not," I responded. I moved to a padded bench at the foot of my
bed, the kind one sits on when putting on shoes, and beckoned Paul and
Tristan to come to me and had them stand on each side of me. Seeing
Tristan up close made me even hotter to get the boy naked and do all
manner of things with him. I had the boys face the room so that we could
all watch Stevie do his thing and of course my eyes lingered on the dark
skinned boy's narrow butt. It appeared glorious in the red cloth that
exposed a great deal of the fleshy globes that protruded nicely outward
from the small of his back. I was dying to pull the cloth off and bury my
tongue inside the dusky cleft.

I put an arm around each boy's waist which encouraged them to moved in as
close to me as possible. I rubbed gently up and down on their flat
bellies noticing the difference immediately. While both were flat, Paul
still had a little bit of baby fat but Tristan was flat as a board and
firm, his belly button a definite "outtie" to Paul's "innie". We watched
as Stevie begin to undulate, his hands rubbing up and down his belly and
chest and down onto his hips. He turned around and slowly moved his
skinny little butt in circles, his hands rubbing on the cheeks as he
pushed them out toward us. My hands moved higher and rubbed on the boy's
chests, tweaking little nipples and earning sharp intakes of breath from
both of them.

As my hand's moved back south and my fingers grazed across the edge of
their waistbands, Tristan leaned harder against me, the warmth of his
young body transferring to mine. He placed an arm across my shoulder and
as his hand relaxed there his fingers gently moved back and forth on the
top part of my chest. In front of us Stevie had turned a full circle,
undulating his front at us while his hands rubbed at the front of his
boxers then turned so his back was to us. We all watched as he pushed his
underwear down below his butt then bent over and pushed it out at us. His
hands reached back and pulled the small cheeks open to reveal his
puckered hairless butthole, the area almost as white as new fallen snow.
To my surprise one hand went back to the front and snaked back between
his legs and a finger slid upward and began rubbing back and forth across
the muscle.

"Fuck he's so good at this," Paul groaned. Paul's arm draped over mine
and began rubbing at the front of his briefs and I assumed he was young
boy hard. I understood then that the two boys had been more than friends;
they'd actually gone past the boy sex part to become lovers, boyfriends.
I figured that it was time to start the serious exploration of Tristan's
body.

I allowed my fingers to slide in under the waistband up to my first
knuckle and rub gently. Tristan's fingers stopped moving, an indication
to me that the boy was wrought up in anticipation. I slipped the fingers
out then slid my hand down the front of his thigh, the fingers in close
to his boyhood charms. In front of us Stevie was facing us again and
pulling the leg of his boxers up until his hairless balls were exposed.
He felt and tugged the smooth sac for a moment before replacing the leg
and concentrating on the front of the underwear, rubbing and gripping his
hard cock and using his hands to frame the stiff shaft. His eyes were
half closed and the boy was licking at his lips. Clearly he loved doing
what he was doing and I could envision him on a pole or stage when he got
older.

I felt it was time to get down to serious business with Tristan and since
my hand was rubbing on his right thigh that seemed an appropriate place
to start. With fingers facing inward I moved my hand toward the bulge and
when my fingers touched it I found hardness, as if that were suppose to
be a surprise. I pushed at his hard cock, moving up and down and gauging
his length then simple grasped onto him and getting another sharp intake
of breath. I felt like I needed to pay equal attention to Paul and
started inward to ward his little boner but he stopped me.

"Don't worry about me Gary. Tristan is the one who really wants you
besides I'm gonna go to Stevie in a minute." In front of us the stripper
boy lowered his boxers and took out his ramrod hard cock, the pale flesh
very similar in size and shape to Paul's. He began stroking it slowly,
his slender hips thrust forward as it to give himself some extra length.
Given permission to concentrate on Tristan, I swapped hands so my left
hand took hold of his pride and joy and my right moved to his glorious
butt. I felt on his cock and judged him to be a nice five plus inches
then slowly stroked on him for a moment before sliding my fingers beneath
the red fabric to grasp onto his bare flesh.

Warm to the touch, Tristan had to be as hard as any boy his age ever had
been. I cupped and hefted his tender young balls, growing eggs that fit
better in my palm than my fingers. That got another gasp. I moved upward,
feeling his dick as I went and at the tip pulled on his foreskin a little
bit then stroked him, covering and uncovering his cock head. I loved
uncut boy cocks and had often wished I still had my foreskin, just like
many other circumcised men and boys.

In front of us Stevie continued to do a bump and grind, openly jacking
off in a slow sensual rhythm. The expressions that crossed his smooth
face clearly indicated that the young boy was in his element. Paul left
my side and went to him and, standing behind his friend, reached around
and rubbed on Stevie's chest and belly.

"They really do love each other," Tristan said softly and I silently
agreed with him. As my fingers felt at the base of his cock I could feel
some hair, a small smattering of soft strands. My own cock was pushing at
the fabric of my underwear, straining to be free which was what I wanted.
I really wanted to see my boy, wanted to have him naked before me so I
could gaze at him. I let go of his dick, moved both hands to the
waistband of his briefs. With one hand on the front and one on the back I
tugged them down over his delicious little butt and his boyhood charms
then pushed them to the ground. As he stepped out of them Tristan turned
to face me. He was perfect in every way.

Tristan's cock was indeed about five inches long and stood proudly in
front of his body, the raging hard flesh bobbing slightly with each beat
of his boy's heart. His foreskin was full retracted exposing a silky head
that was flushed with blood. His balls were totally smooth and beginning
to drop, the individual orbs clearly visible in the soft dark skin of his
sac. At the juncture of his cock and flat pubic bone was the beginning of
his pubic nest, the two dozen or so black hairs less than an inch long.

I wanted to devour the beautiful young thing right where he stood. I
wanted to kiss his lips, suck his cock, eat his tight little asshole and
fuck the shit right out of him all at the same time. Instead he stepped
closer and started to sit on my lap facing me. I moved my thighs closer
together to give him a seat and he took it, resting his weight on me
close enough that our raging hard dicks were touching through the fabric
of my underwear. He put his arms around my neck and brought his face
close to mine, his eyes roaming over me as though attempting to commit my
features to memory. Then he leaned in and kissed me.

I was surprised, although I shouldn't have been, at what a good kisser
the boy was. His mouth was wide open, the lips moving as they should and
his tongue probing gently into my mouth to find my tongue and introduce
itself. I ran my hands up and down his smooth back, reveling in the
muscle of a growing boy. I cupped his slender butt, ran my fingers up and
down his crack, grazing the puckered muscle of his hole and touching his
hanging nuts with my fingers.

"You want to put your big hard dick in there don't you?" he asked after
breaking the kiss. I nodded my head. "I really want it in there too
Gary," he said softly, "I want you to fuck me bad. But I want to play
first." Tristan crawled off of my lap and reached for my waist. I lifted
my butt up so that he could undress me, slipping my underwear down then
off. I let my legs splay open and he wasted no time getting to his knees
between them.

The beautiful dark skinned boy took hold of my cock and stroked it a few
times before using his other hand to cup and fondle my nuts.

"God I love your cock Gary, its so big. I can hardly wait for you to put
it in my ass." That made two of us. Tristan leaned forward and licked my
swollen cock head, cleaning the seeping precum off. "I want to taste your
cum sometime to Gary," he said then opened his mouth and took me inside.
I swear to God no blow job ever felt so sweet and I leaned back against
my bed and reveled in the feelings. In front of me Stevie had pulled his
underwear down and Paul was on his knees before the boy kissing all over
Stevie's rigid cock, his balls, and his pubic bone, the look on Paul's
face one of ecstasy and Stevie's a look of love.  Paul finally took
Stevie's cock into his mouth and began sucking the still little shaft and
Stevie began to gently undulate his hips, fucking his hard young cock
into his lover's mouth.

Tristan finally stopped, let me know his mouth was getting sore and stood
and crawled up into my lap and kissed me, his soft tender lips forcing my
mouth open so that his pink little tongue could get inside and play with
mine. When he broke off the kiss I told him I wanted to suck his cock and
he smiled at me. He stood up, one foot on each side of me and leaned
forward placing his hands on the bed and moved his hips forward. I took a
moment to admire his body; the flat taut belly and how it flowed into the
pubic bone. And then there was all that made him a boy; his raging boner,
the soft smooth bag of balls that hung in the air between his dark
thighs, the little bits of hair that were beginning to show his growing
sexual maturity. He was beautiful and it made my dick throb again as I
thought about being buried deep inside his slender body.

I let my upper body rest on the bed as I reached out and took hold of his
rampant penis and directed it to my mouth. Tristan moaned loudly when I
close down over his boyhood pride and joy and began sucking him. I
reached behind him and held onto his tight little butt and did what Paul
was doing on the floor; encouraging my young lover to fuck my mouth which
he did in a slow rhythmic motion. I peeled his cheeks open and slid a
finger inside and rubbed it against the puckered muscle of his hole
causing yet another moan from him. He was the sweetest tasting boy I'd
ever been with I swear to God.

The boys on the floor were moaning loudly and I heard Steve tell Paul
that he needed to be fucked and right away. The boys came over to the bed
and watched Tristan and I for a moment and Steve had to try and suck my
cock, which of course I didn't mind at all. I reveled in the feelings of
having a cute young boy at each end of me and felt my balls roils and
boil so I stopped sucking on Tristan and maneuvered my way out from
underneath him.

"The lube is in the nightstand if that's what you need Paul," I said to
the boys. Of course that was exactly what they wanted and as Paul went to
get it and Stevie climbed up on my bed, Tristan moved down and back onto
my lap and planted his lips against mine in a passionate kiss usually
reserved for people much older. The boy was definitely in a fog of
hotness.

"Do you want to fuck me while Stevie and Paul fuck?" he asked me after
breaking off the kiss. Our faces were only inches apart, the boy's large
dark eyes staring into mine and practically hypnotizing me.

"I would so love to fuck you Tristan," I whispered, "but I think I should
get you ready first. I'm pretty big and I don't want to hurt you." He
nodded his head, asked me what I wanted to do so I told him. I moved the
bench just far enough from the bed so that the gorgeous boy could lie
face down on it with his feet planted on the bench with me between his
legs. That way I could eat his little butt while he watched his friends
fuck on the bed in front of him. I sat there a moment staring at the
globes of his tender little butt and the dusky crack that hid the core of
him. I reached out and pulled his cheeks open and exposed the small
wrinkled muscle that I would be penetrating, first with my tongue and
then with seven and half inches of rock hard adult male cock. I moved my
head forward and made my tongue snake out and taste the boy's hole. Once
that was done I went to town, licking and slurping all over the entire
area and causing him to moan and wiggle his tight little ass.

On the bed in front of me I could sort of see Stevie on his hands and
knees cross ways on the bed in front of Tristan and Paul, holding his
hard little boner down, moving in close.  I knew when Paul penetrated
Stevie's tight little ass because of the moan so I stopped eating Tristan
and looked. Tristan and I both watched as Paul pushed all the way in
until his smooth hairless pubic bone rested against his cute young
boyfriend's ass. Tristan looked over his shoulder at me.

"That's what I want to do Gary."

"Now," I asked him and he nodded his head.

"Now." Since the lube was within reach I had him hand it to me, which he
did, then smeared his little hold along with my throbbing hard cock. I
was so hot to fuck the kid that I about came as I rubbed the stuff into
my swollen cock head. I went about putting a finger in him first, driving
it in and out a dozen times or so before slipping another finger inside
of him. It was interesting to watch his smooth young hole expanding to
accommodate the width but his moans of pleasure told me he wasn't in any
pain. I managed a couple of ins and outs before he demanded that I put my
cock inside of him. I stood up and stepped into the narrow gap between
the bench and the bed. He was just a little to high so I pulled him down
slightly then stepped up to the plate, peeled open one cheek and put my
head to the tight little target and pushed. Amazingly I slipped inside of
him without much work.

"Stop Gary," he groaned, "let me get used to you." I stood and stared.
The position that Tristan was in, the fact that his butt was slightly
over the edge of the bed, caused him to open up naturally, his legs
spread sort of like a frog. It was hot as all hell so when he finally
told me to go ahead and put all of my hard fat dick-his words- into his
ass-his words again- I did it with more joy and pleasure than I'd felt in
years. I loved fucking Paul earlier but putting my cock inside of Tristan
was almost beyond words. He was a beautiful young boy on the verge of
becoming a full fledged young man. And he was as tight as a camel's ass
in sandstorm. I felt my belly tingle and my heavy balls roil as I pushed
every single millimeter of cock into him until my hairs touched the brown
skin of his butt. If there was a heaven I was most assuredly in it.

In front of us his lover friends were doing just that, loving each other.
Paul was holding onto Stevie's slender hips and sliding his cock in and
out of his friend's ass with a look of bliss on his smooth face. I
proceeded to do the same thing, pulling almost all the way out of Tristan
before moving back inside of the boy. I reached up and put one hand on
his head and ruffled his thick hair to which he responded by raising his
head and pressing it into my hand. Paul glanced over at us and smiled.

"It's great isn't it Tristy, having Gary's big cock in your ass?"

"Yeah," the boy responded in a throaty voice filled with lust. I picked
up a little bit of speed and began coming almost all the way out of
Tristan before moving all the way back inside of him. I moved both hands
back to his waist in order to help keep him in place as I fucked him.
Tristan's hand were on the bed along side of his head which moved from
side to side as I loved him, low moans and groans  reminding all of us in
the room of the feelings that were tearing through his body.

In front of us Paul picked up speed and was hammering his young dick into
Stevie's asshole and Stevie was responding by telling Paul to do it
harder and faster and before long Stevie almost screamed out as he went
through the throes of a dry orgasm. His cumming took Paul over the edge
and he too was all but crying out as his young body experienced its own
cumming. As they slowed down Tristan asked me to stop.

"I want to turn around and see your face Gary," told me, looking over his
shoulder. I slowly pulled out of him and the boy wasted no time in
flipping over onto his back. He put his feet back onto the bench and I
immediately slipped back inside of him. Because of how he was perched on
the bed his weight wanted to carry him downward so my body was the only
thing that really kept him actually on the bed. It also opened him up so
that I had as much of my cock as possible inside of him. I put my hands
on his butt and held him as I began to ram into him, slamming my cock
into his tight young ass. His large eyes are almost closed but not quite
and the expressions on his beautiful face were worthy of winning awards
in photography had only someone been there to capture them.

Tristan was a young boy experiencing the first of the hottest sexual
experiences of his young life, the most intense feelings of loving and
fucking that he'd so far experienced. He whimpered as I drove into him,
almost in a frenzy; the power of my body colliding with him capable of
causing bruising in any other situation. I felt my body gearing up for
release and knew that it would be powerful.

"I'm gonna cum soon baby," I groaned out but all he could do was not his
head. His mouth was all but hanging open as he gulped in much needed
oxygen, his slender firm chest rising and falling rapidly. I raised my
arms and pulled his legs off of the bench and held his weight as I
slammed my stone hard cock into his asshole and came. Jesus fucking
Goddamned Christ did I cum.

I heard myself moan loudly but it was almost like it was someone else. I
saw bright spots in front of my eyes and had to close them as I felt
vertigo envelop me. I heard Tristan cry out in a high pitched voice and
felt his asshole constrict against my cock as he came. I heard Paul and
Stevie say something but it didn't register as my body convulsed and I
injected squirt after squirt of sperm into Tristan's body. It was the
most powerful orgasm that I had experienced in many years. I moved my ass
to one side when I was out of him and slammed back at an angle. I raised
his ass a little higher so that I was driving straight into him and still
my body pulsed out cum. And then it was over; not quite that fast but in
retrospect it seemed like it.

I slowed down and finally stopped. It was then that I noticed the sweat
running down chest and sides. I was panting like a marathon runner just
as the boy attached to my body was. Tristan's eyes were closed and he
seemed like a dead weight in my hands. He wasn't moving except for his
heavy breathing and I wondered if he'd fainted. I seen that happen before
and since he was breathing so heavily I knew he was okay. It was then too
that I noticed that Stevie and Paul had separated and were watching us
closely, waiting for their friend to open his eyes which he finally did
and rewarded us all with a weak smile.

"Holy fuck," he finally said in soft hoarse voice.

"Amen," I responded in an equally soft voice.

"Oh man you guys that was awesome to watch," Paul told us then looked to
Stevie who nodded his head in agreement.

"Can you guys help him sit up?" I asked and as they did Tristan reached
out and put his arms around my neck. I held his weight as I proceeded to
sit down on the bench with the warm bundle of boy in my arms. I'd no
sooner relaxed my own weight than Tristan planted his lips hard against
mine in an incredibly passionate open mouthed kiss. I held him as tightly
as he was holding me and kissed him back with just as much passion. It
had indeed been an incredible experience.

After breaking the kiss Tristan rested his body against mine, he head on
my shoulder. I held him, rubbed his back, and kissed his cheek and ear,
the latter making him shiver. Both Paul and Stevie started asking their
friend question so he had to sit back up and answer them, his arms still
around my neck or on my shoulders as if he had no intention of ever
leaving me.

As it turned out Tristan didn't leave me and at sixteen is my lover and
my best friend. I don't want to go into a great deal of detail over the
rest of the day. Suffice it to say that I fucked Stevie, that all three
boys fucked me as well as each other and of course I fucked Tristan, once
again as we sat on the bench. It was a delightful orgy and an experience
that the four of us would share over and over again as the boys entered
and worked their way through puberty and early teenage hood. From time to
time they would ask to bring a friend into the mix and that always proved
exciting.

Tristan and I became steady lovers as I said. The boy loved me as much as
I loved him and we both loved sex. He initiated a great many of the
interesting experiences that we shared together over the next four years
and still does today. Perhaps I'll take the time to share that although
part of me is reluctant to do so. Paul and Stevie's encounters with me
slowed down after they turned thirteen and that was okay. Tristan has yet
to have a boyfriend other than me.

"Why should I settle for hamburger," he once said, "when I can have
steak. Other boys don't know anything like what you do Gary." As Tristan
aged his body changed. At sixteen his cock is a big as mine and his balls
match it perfectly. He shaves his pubes to reflect that of a matured
thirteen year old boy, keeping a nice patch at the base of his pride and
joy. He keeps his sac as well as his asshole completely free of hair as
do I. He loves to fuck me and I loved the feeling of having him driving
his adolescent cock into my asshole but he really prefers to be a bottom
and I'm more than happy with that arrangement.

>From time to time he brings another boy into our home and bed. We both
love having a younger teen in our mix, love watching him fuck one of us
or us fuck him. We really like it when the boy is inexperienced, getting
hot as all hell watching the boy see and do things that he's never done
before.

We had one boy, Adam, who was a hot and well hung almost fourteen year
old, spend a number of weekends with us. At almost nine thick inches
long, his was the biggest cock I'd had the pleasure to know. He lost his
virginity in my ass and then lost it again with Tristan in his tender
young ass. He was a horny young thing, willing to try anything, and the
combinations we came up with did the Kama Sutra proud.

Tristan's parents know about us, have met me and allow us to be together,
although they aren't all that thrilled about the situation. It was nip
and tuck in the beginning but the fact that I was helping their son go
from almost failing grades to consistent honor roll student as well as
other things went along way to gaining their acceptance of our
relationship. So we get to spend one night a week together as well as
many weekends or at least weekend nights.

Tristan insists that he's going to be with me for the rest of his life
and doesn't seem the least bit phased about the almost fifteen year
difference in our ages. For me, I love him dearly and I'm grateful to
have him in my life.