Date: Tue, 27 Sep 2011 18:55:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cherry Coke

This really did happen to me recently, which of course prompted the
story. It is all true up to the boy coming back into the sandwich shop with
his soft drink container but he didn't bring me a cherry coke. He went to
the soda machine for his free refill. But he did look at me when he came in
and again as he passed the front window when he left. I have no intention
of seeking him and no intention to try to get to know him. N-joi

Hugs,
Tag_m

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The first time I saw him he was wearing an apron and ball cap from Papa
Murphy's. That in itself of course wasn't unusual or strange. The strange
and unusual part was that he was standing at the counter ordering something
in the gourmet sandwich shop next door to Papa Murphy's. He was Asian,
Japanese I thought, looked to be 14 but considering that he was working he
had to be at least 16. That wasn't particularly unusual either. Sometimes
those Asian hide their age extremely well. He wasn't very tall either, 5'4"
maybe a tad less. When I walked behind him I couldn't help but look at his
butt, noticing that it wasn't any wider than an 11 year old boy. The great
part was that he wasn't wearing baggy jeans like so many boys these
days. His were nicely form fitting, outlining his rounded butt very nicely
indeed. He had looked at me when I came through the door, not quite staring
but almost.

It was a Saturday evening and I'd gone of the shop for a quick bite. I paid
my greetings to the owner, Trahn, over the glass fronted counter and
ordered my Philly Steak and fries. I cast glances at the boy and at least
once he looked in my direction and in my fantasies I hoped that he was
checking me out too. After chatting with Trahn for a moment I went back up
to the front and stood on the other side of the boy to pay for my meal and
get a drink cup. From the corner of my eye I could tell the boy was looking
at me and I smiled inwardly.

Cup in hand, I wandered around the end of the waist high counter to the
drink machine and unloaded ice into the cup. I moved my hand to push it
under the cherry coke lever and saw a little sign on it that said "out". My
heart sank. I very rarely drank soda but had gotten on a cherry coke kick
since I'd been frequenting the sandwich shop and that's what I drank. I
turned around to see the boy all but staring at me, but not my face, his
eyes were cast downward so that he'd been looking at my ass, and for just a
brief moment, my crotch, before his eyes snapped upward to my face.

"Ming," I said to the owner's helper at the cash register. "Don't tell me
you're out of cherry coke." Ming's brows furrowed and she called to Trahn,

"You ordered cherry coke didn't you?" Tran replied that he had but it
hadn't come in yet. The boy still watched me, his arms crossed at his
narrow chest. "Ming, my world is shattered because you don't have the
cherry coke. Now what am I going to do?"

The boy jumped in, looking directly in my eyes. "You can get cherry coke
next door at Papa Murphy's," he said with a grin, his voice not yet
deepened by puberty, if it ever would be, and having that particular
inflection that gay boys often have. It offered me the opportunity to stare
at his face for a moment. The boy was cute as the dickens, period. His oval
eyes were dark of course, his brows a medium thickness offering contrast to
them. His nose was mostly flattened and slightly broad, typical of many
Asians. His mouth was small but the lips sensual and inviting and of course
his teeth were a nice bright contrast to his olive skin tone. There wasn't
a blemish in sight, nor did I see any hair other than what decorated his
eyes and was on his head, the latter short and close to the sides and neck.

I chuckled at the boys' statement. "I'm sure that would go over well with
your manager. I think I better pass on that." I turned for a moment to get
a different soda then turned back. "On the other hand, here you are so
maybe getting a cherry coke from there would be okay." Of course I had no
intention of doing it but it gave me the opportunity to continue to engage
verbally with the boy and to look at him and hope to burn more of his cute
little face into my memory.

"There you go," he responded, the smile still on his smooth young face. I
filled my cup then turned to go find a table and the boy continued to look
at me for a moment then re-engaged in conversation with Ming. I picked a
table just down from where he stood behind him and all but stared at his
ass. Goddamn it was slim. I'd wished that he hadn't been wearing the apron;
I would have loved to get a glimpse of his crotch. I loved the guessing
game. I'd seen plenty of naked Asian boys and men both on the net and in
person, the latter for a variety of reasons. I knew that, on the average,
Asians tended toward smallness in the cock arena. That being said, I've
seen and been with a few that weren't average. I remember a hot young
Filipino boy that I'd been with a few times who sported almost 8 inches
when hard. You just never know.

Regardless, I kept an eye on the boy when no one else saw that I was
looking. When he finally left he cast a glance at me and smiled and when he
turned left on the sidewalk he looked through the window in my
direction. When Ming brought my sandwich I commented on the boy, that he
seemed like a nice kid and the fact that it was a nice gesture to allow him
to come in their business while they were working. She said that he was a
really nice boy and that many of the young people who worked there came
over for drinks because Papa Murphy's only sold beverages in the can or
bottle. Also, because she allowed the kids at least 1 free refill.

I went about beginning to eat and a bite later I saw the boy coming back
through the door, this time with a paper coke container. I figured he was
going to refill his drink but instead he came over to my table and handed
it to me.

"Here's your cherry coke," he said with a grin. "I took one of Ming's cups
and filled it from one of our cans. I couldn't really walk out of the store
with a can in my hand." I smiled and thanked him.

"I owe you one," I told him. The boy nodded his head and said he would take
me up on that. He started to walk away but stopped and turned back toward
me.

"I could use a ride home tonight," he said quietly. I didn't miss a beat
but asked what time. He said 9, then added, "You probably should wait down
by the hardware store though." I nodded my head and said I'd be there.

"I'll look forward to it." He walked out and again looked back through the
front window at me before walking out of my sight. I dwelled on that as I
ate. I didn't really contemplate the notion that I was a good 25 years
older than the boy. That wouldn't matter to him, at least in the sense that
it would to American kids. Boys from other cultures often sought out men
older than themselves, Asian boys particularly. They tended more toward
respect for their elders and appreciated the benefits of being with an
older man. Then again I was a pretty well put together older man.

At 43 I retained a mostly trim figure. I worked out regularly and generally
ate fairly healthy, that all adding together with a good genetic
background. I had been with more boys and young men who were considerably
younger than I as opposed to men closer to my own age. My dark brown,
almost black hair had very slight traces of grey, my teeth were in good
shape, and dove grey eyes seemed to have an alluring appeal. I'd done
pretty well.

I finished my meal and left. I was parked in front of Papa Murphy's and as
I opened my car door I saw the boy handing a couple of pizza's to a
customer. He looked out the window, saw me, and smiled as he nodded his
head. He now knew to look for a black 72 Vette at the hardware store. I
headed home with a smile on my face and went about finishing the work that
I'd been doing all day, putting the finishing touches on a kitchen
remodel. About 8:15 I decided a shower was in order during which I took the
razor to my crotch, clearing out the stubble from the past week. While I
didn't know for sure that the area would have a visitor before the night
was over, I didn't want to take any chances on the boy getting whisker
burn.

I was at the appointed place 10 minutes early so was watching when the boy
when he left the store. He stayed on the sidewalk as opposed to cutting
across the parking lot so he was hidden behind parked cars and out of sight
completely for a moment due to the configuration of the strip malls
building. He came back into view and finally left the walkway and came
straight on toward me. He had a back pack slung over one shoulder which I
figured the apron was in; his ball cap was still on his head. I liked boys
in ball caps. For me it brought more focus to the face and often times
covered unruly hair or a bad hair cut or high forehead. As the boy got
closer I was able to see his crotch and was pleasantly surprised to see
that it wasn't at all flat. Instead there was a bulge there and not the
full and rounded kind of bulge that was shaped like an athletic cup but the
kind of bulge that was more prominent toward the bottom of the zipper and
this one seemed angled a little toward his left hip. I didn't mind a small
cocked boy you understand. Any cock is good cock but a boy with a larger
dick offered more possibilities in my humble opinion and the possibilities
with this boy just expanded.

He didn't hesitate but came right over to the passenger door. I had the
panels off which enabled him to look through the opened top down at me. He
smiled at me as he opened the door and slid in, dropping his backpack
between his feet and as soon as he closed the door he turned to face me.

"Thanks for picking me up. My name is Shasa." He extended his hand and
offered me a grip that was as soft and gentle as his voice.

"Nicholas, Nick," I responded. "One of your parents is a Wilbur Smith fan."
He smiled again and said,

"You've read him." I nodded my head. Shasa is a prominent character in a
couple of Wilbur Smith's novels that take place in and loosely describe the
landing and taming of Africa by the English and Dutch. "I love your
car. It's a Corvette isn't it?" I said that it was, gave him the year to
which his response was, "cool."

"Do you know where Sanders road is, off of 135th?" I nodded my head
because, not surprisingly, it was only a couple miles from my house on a
side road from the arterial, just like mine was. "It's at the end." That
being said I fired the car up and let it idle for a moment, the low rumble
soothing to my ears.

The area we were in, where we lived, was basically country. The roads were
all 2 lane blacktop, the properties all small farms well into the 1960's
until people started selling off plots to developers. Fortunately they were
zoned for residential and the lots limited to ¾ of an acre or larger so
there were no crowded sub-developments. There were trees of course, most of
which were no more than 50 years old, added to landscape lots or left as
part of building lots. Where Shasa lived was an area closer to the lip of
the valley where larger homes had been built over the past 20 years and if
I remembered his road correctly, his would have been one of the ones that
were gated and shielded from outside view by 20 foot tall hedges or other
bushy plants and trees.

"Do you live around here? I'd guess you do since I've seen your car
before."

"Yeah, I'm down past the church and just before the old chicken ranch. Off
of 44th."

"I think that's close to where Greg lives, a kid in my grade. The place
where they have stacks of firewood." I nodded my head and glanced at him
briefly.

"Yup, that's it." He commented that we were almost neighbors and I agreed
with him that indeed we were. I turned onto Sanders and kept the car in 3rd
gear since the speed limit was only 30. As I neared the end of the mile
long road the boy reached into his pack and must have clicked a remote
because the gate on the right side of the cul de sac started to open. As
I'd figured, the property was behind a high brick wall with lots of plants
and flowers in front of it and large bushes behind. There were half dozen
cedars and firs on the property and between all the foliage they hid all
but the roof of the house and even parts of that were obscured.

The cobblestone driveway was lined with lots of shade plants and other
foliage and curved to the left to help provide privacy. It opened up to
provide parking in front of the house and 3 car garage and I pulled to a
stop in front of the brick walkway that led to the front door. Like the
front of the property the front of the house was bordered by gardens that
were a mix of large green leafy plants as well as a great deal of
color. The front door was recessed and the sidewalk to it was line with
flowers.

"Nice place," I said to Shasa. He turned in the seat to look at me.

"Thank you. Would you like to come in?" I didn't have a chance to comment
about parents or other adults because Shasa added, "My parents are in Japan
for a week on business. There's no one else here." In that case.

"Are you sure Shasa? He nodded his head.

"Yep, pretty sure." My response was to shut the car of. "Cool," he said and
opened the door. I followed the boy up the walk way, admiring his butt and
its gentle sway. He unlocked the door and went in quickly and went to a
keypad on the wall and punched in the alarm code then took his shoes
off. Seeing the neat row of footwear to one side of the entryway I followed
suit then went behind him into the living room and was almost stopped cold.
A wall of floor to ceiling plate glass looked out onto the valley and the
mountains some 40 miles away in the background. I imagined that sunrises
were stunning.

The room itself was large, at least 40 feet long and a good 20 feet deep,
the floor was hardwood laid so it created a pattern. The area was open to
the dining room as well as a gourmet kitchen that was nestled to the left
when we came in the front door. It was darkening but in the twilight I
could see more flower gardens and another riot of color. Shasa used a
remote to turned on a table lamp in a far and thus provide some low
lighting.

"This is magnificent," I said, meaning it completely. I worked hard on my
property and the eventual goal was to have something that looked as good as
what I saw.

"Thank you. My mother spends a great deal of time to keep it looking like
it does. "I'm going to open a beer, would you split it with me?" I rarely
drank but wasn't a teetotaler. I was concerned about an adolescent drinking
however but elected to only say yes. Shasa walked over to the kitchen while
I looked around the room. A brick fireplace and bookshelves filled to the
brim dominated an end wall. Other walls contained art work, an eclectic mix
of Japanese and modern with some statuary on the tables and larger ones on
the floor. The furniture was mix of sofa's tables and arm chairs. Shasa
returned a moment later with a small tray and two short crystal glasses
filled with a golden ale. He held the tray out to me and I picked one of
the glasses. He set the tray down, took the other one and sat in the middle
of a sofa so I sat in the corner a few feet from him.

"I'm allowed to have a small glass of wine or beer, like this, on
occasion. My parents believe that responsible drinking is healthy, needs to
be taught, and often social drinking is a part of the business world that
my father lives in. They know that I will likely drink, such as this, while
they are gone. I tell you this so that you don't think that you're
encouraging the corruption of a teenager." He said it with direct eye
contact and a grin.

Talk was light while we sipped the beer. When asked he said his father
owned an import business along with a half dozen fast food places that
included the Papa Murphy's where he worked. His mother had managed some of
the restaurants and still did most of the accounting and payroll.  He asked
what I did and I told him I was a metals buyer for a privately held machine
shop. I asked where he went to school which was a well known private
school, a soon to be sophomore. We finally finished the beer and he took
the tray and glasses into the kitchen.

"I really need to take a shower Nick. I get sticky at work, do you mind?" I
said no and was going to ask if I needed to leave but he short circuited
that. "It'll only be 5 minutes. Will you stay?"

"If you'd like me to." His response was another grin and a nod of his
head. Shasa left the room, heading down a hallway opposite the kitchen. I
got up and strolled over to the bookcases and was looking at a collection
that was as eclectic as the art work.

"I didn't think to ask but would you like to take a shower as well." I
turned to see Shasa standing not 10 feet away and while I tried to take in
his whole body, my vision was drawn to what he was wearing or not as the
case may be. His upper body was bare and on the other end he was wearing
what would be best described as yellow bikini briefs but they were see
through, a very fine, very sheer. The thickest fabric was the hem that ran
around the waist and the leg holes. The rest was a sheer fabric that hid
nothing. The boys' balls bunched at the crotch and his cock reached toward
his left hip, a somewhat thick brown tube. Because it was turned inward I
could see the entire underside ridge of the head. I have to say that it
almost reached the hip too and because the fabric narrowed down to less
than 2 inches wide, that was about all that was visible through the
fabric. His pubic hair was pitch black of course and restricted to a small
area above his cock but it appeared to be trimmed fairly short. His balls
appeared to be smooth and a thin seam of the fabric ran up across the sac
and the base of his cock to the waistband. His body was typically Asian
slender and all of the requisite creases and crevices were nicely defined.

"Would that be after your shower?"

"No silly, with me," he responded, rather coyly I thought.

"I can't think of anything that I'd rather do than take a shower with you
Shasa." He waved me to come with him and turned, giving me a terrific view
of his butt, the globes held close together by the small garment. His butt
was small, both wide and tall, not much of a crack, but the orbs pushed out
nicely enough from the small of his back. I followed him into a large
bedroom that was dominated by a pedestal bed with matching comforter and
pillows of blood red kanji's on black. The background had a smattering of
bamboo stalks sans leaves as well as small cherry blossoms. The background
was done very lightly so was only really visible from close up. A myriad of
stuffed animals including a huge Panda were lined neatly from side to
side. The room was neat, everything in place.

Shasa kept going so I followed him into his bathroom, another large, open
room. The shower was toward the back and appeared to be a large room, a
good 10 feet wide. A 4 foot wide wall divided the area creating equal size
openings so that one could enter from either side. An electric towel warmer
rack was mounted on the outside of it. The room was easily 5 feet deep and
the floor was actually wood grating. Narrow 4 foot tall windows were
centered in the outer wall allowing plenty of light during the day.

"You can hang your clothes on the hook behind the door Nick," he told me. I
proceeded to undress and watched Shasa lean around the wall and turn on the
water. I began to disrobe and was down to my boxers when Shasa turned to
face me and without fanfare slipped his underwear off then walked toward
me, his cock swaying as he moved. I could see now that the boy was
uncircumcised, his balls were indeed smooth as silk, and his cock was
easily 6 or more inches long. He smiled and stepped past me to drop his
underwear in a hamper and as he came back I'd stepped out of my boxers and
pushed them against the wall. As he came back by me he said "come on," took
my hand and led me to the shower. I stepped into an exquisite experience.

At the moment water was pouring out of a rain maker shower head on the
ceiling. On the wall where the water controls were, 3 squares of stainless
steel faced inward and a matching trio was set into the opposite
wall. Shasa directed me to stand in the exact center then flipped a control
alongside each set and I became drenched in spray. The boy adjusted the
heads so that I was being hit front and back from my knees to my neck. He
finished it off by flipping a switch on a side wall the cast the entire
room in a deep blue light.

I watched Shasa grab a wash cloth and squirt what I thought was body soap
into it then said. "Let me wash you Nick." I stood still and the boy
surprised me by applying the cloth back and forth between my shoulder
blades then stopped. He shut the water off behind us and grabbed a
contraption that I hadn't noticed, from against the wall and unfolded it.

Imagine four legs like a chair with a crisscross of thin metal strips
anchored about and inch above the rubber tipped bottoms which allowed the
corners to stretch out kind of like a camp chair. Like a camp chair, it had
a thin piece of canvas attached to 2 of the posts creating a back rest. A
loop of canvas hung down on each side from where the back was
attached. About half between the metal and the back strap Shasa pulled down
a piece of wood like a ping pong paddle which were braced with a piece of
metal was attached to the leg and the bottom of each paddle from
underneath.

On the other end he spun a metal rod anchored on the left side around and
dropped the eye of free end over the top of the right pole. Two paddles on
the second set of poles folded outward. I had an idea about where this was
going and Shasa confirmed it for me.

"Step inside and sit on these little seats, rest back and put your feet on
those," he said, pointing out each of stage, "and you can put your elbows
in these loops." I did as I was told and a moment later I was sitting, my
ass fairly low and my feet spread out which completely opened my entire
crotch up for any number of things.

"Are you comfortable Nick," Shasa asked, looking over each of the places
where my body touched the contraption. Surprisingly enough it wasn't bad.

"Yeah, I am Shasa." He smiled at me, said good, then went to work. He
squirted soap into his hands then straddled my body and put his arms out
and began lathering my head. Needless to say my eyes were about level with
his boyhood charms so I took the opportunity to stare at them.

His balls were at full hang from the heat, a decent sized sac of
eggs. There wasn't a hair in sight but I couldn't tell of it was natural or
shaved. I could see though that there wasn't even any hair at the beginning
of his sac at the base of his cock. The tube of his cock swayed gently as
he moved, his fingers massaging my scalp. His pubic hair was clipped short
and I guessed that the reason was because most Asian's moss is stick
straight and tends to stick straight out like thatches of dried grass
giving a very unruly appearance. I could see the very tip of Shasa's cock
head peering out from his dusky foreskin, the satiny flesh a slight pink in
contrast. I noticed again the girth of him and while it wasn't a fatty it
definitely wasn't a pencil dick. I felt my own cock begin to swell slightly
in anticipation of having him inside my mouth.

And then it all came in very close to my face as Shasa leaned forward and
reached out for a detachable shower wand. I wanted to much to lean forward
and put my lips around him but didn't. The boy was still soft and I wasn't
quite sure where all of this was going to lead so it was important that
Shasa make the first move toward taking things to the next level.

"Close your eyes just in case Nick," Shasa told me then added, "even though
I know you want to keep them open."  The kid knew full well what he was
doing. Once my hair was rinsed he leaned forward again bringing his boyhood
charms in close to my face. I could see that he was beginning to swell, his
cock sticking out far enough to see his slit. Shasa finally leaned back and
reached over to grab the wash cloth then began to gently wash my face and
neck then down onto my chest. He maintained eye contact with me through
most of it, finally breaking it off and moving from above me to get more
soap. I saw then that his cock was no longer hanging but actually starting
to point toward my solar plexus and not my belly button.

Shasa then knelt beside me and washed my back, using his bare hands, and
using a great deal more pressure he worked at massaging my shoulders and
neck. He didn't stay there long but got the wash cloth again and worked his
way down my back and onto whatever part of my butt I wasn't sitting on. He
didn't get to my hole but he as close as one could without touching it and
coming in from the side his fingertips pushed my balls around. The boy then
moved along side me and began to wash my chest and lower belly making sure
that his hand didn't run into the head of my fully hardened cock.

"I see that little brother is awake," he said soothingly, washing down onto
my upper thighs and continuing to avoid my boy parts. When he stood to add
soap to the wash cloth I finally got to see him fully hard; it was a great
sight. Shasa's cock had stretched out close to 7 inches but without a
measuring tape I couldn't know and I didn't need to. It was standing tall
proud and hard in front of his taut belly and the foreskin was now almost
fully retracted and his cock head was swollen and tinged red as was the
foreskin that was piled up at the top of the shaft like a fallen tube sock
around an ankle.

He stood close to my head as he squirted soap onto the wash cloth and I
could see the shiny pearl of precum at the tip of his cock head. He looked
at me looking at him. "Do you like my little brother Nick?" I nodded my
head.

"Very much Shasa." My elbow still in the sling, I pivoted my arm to reach
out to him and the boy giggled and turned.

"Not yet Nick, but soon." That statement gave me hope as well as
confirmation that this little encounter was indeed going to go somewhere,
hopefully before the boy had his next birthday. He moved down level with my
waist then threw one leg over my waist so that he was faced away from
me. He then bent over slightly, placed a hand on my right leg for balance
and started to wash my foot and then up my leg. The view was
incredible. His balls hung low, the fold at the center of his sac starting
just below his puckered hole, running along his perineum and becoming much
more defined where it separated his balls.

Shasa switched legs then moved backwards, bringing his buffet of boy parts
closer to my face. I could make out the wrinkles of his most secret spot as
they spiraled inward to soft indent that was the hole itself. His balls
swayed slightly as his upper body moved as he washed me. His cock was so
hard that it continued to stay up close to his belly so all I could make
out was the sides of the shaft. He moved back even farther and his hand
moved up between my legs and began gently washing my balls, then going
underneath to my asshole. He moved the rough cloth to and from across my
wrinkled muscle and even pushed a covered finger tip into the hole itself,
not penetrating but damn near.

I reached out and cupped Shasa's balls and the boy sighed loudly. I hefted
and gently tugged on his honey jars reveling in the soft texture of his
scrotal skin. Shasa's hand moved from my hole and up to my cock. He
discarded the cloth and used his hand to grip and stroke me causing little
jolts of electricity to shoot up through my body. If the boy had been able
to get closer or I had the wherewithal to raise my upper body I would have
buried my face in his ass and washed the entire area with my tongue.

Shasa moved back down and stepped back over me and told me to close my eyes
then turned on the water. All of the 6 jets and shower heads began covering
me in a warm gently rain. I felt Shasa's hands run over my body quickly,
helping rinse the soap off. He worked my balls and my cock gently, scooped
water up to rinse out my hole then returned to my cock. Then I felt the
warmth of his mouth close down over my cock head and the boy began sucking
me. I didn't last long.

"Go ahead and get up Nick," he said, his voice now more husky than
before. I managed to get up out of the contraption and Shasa immediately
folded the paddles back into place then brought the legs together like a
camp chair and stood it against the wall. He began quickly washing his body
including his crotch and hole and when I asked if he wanted me to do it he
said no, I'd get a chance at doing it next time.

"I just want to get washed and dried and into bed with you." I watched him
clean his body then shampoo his hair, his raging boner bobbing around like
a buoy. When Shasa was finished he shut the water and light off and I
followed him out of the shower where he handed me a towel and we quickly
dried off. He then took my hand and led me back into his bedroom to the
kind sized bed and pulled the blankets down. Shasa had me sit on the edge
of the bed then got to his knees between mine and reached out to take hold
of my cock.

"You're so big and strong and hard Nick," the boy said, a tinge of wonder
in his high voice. He leaned his head in and I thought he was going to suck
my cock but he didn't. Instead he pressed his face against my balls and
breathed in deeply. Shasa moved his face to the side, pushing in between my
balls and inner thigh, his lips working against the smooth skin. He wasn't
kissing exactly, more like nuzzling, like his lips were just exploring the
territory.

"You sac is so soft Nick," Shasa said huskily then went back to nipping at
the flesh gently with his lips then licked it a few times. I sat there
watching him, eyes closed and murmuring softly to himself almost like a cat
with catnip. He finally rose back up on his knees, for they had been
bent. He draped an arm across my right thigh, pulled my cock toward him and
licked at the sensitive underside of the swollen head. He moved topside and
cleaned off the precum that had oozed out then opened wide and took me
inside.

I reveled in the warmth of the boys' mouth on me as he slowly moved his
head up and down, taking in a third of the shaft with each dip. Shasa
slowly stroked me as he suckled, his tongue continued to work over the head
when he had the room to do so. He wasn't particularly skilled, that was
evident, but like cocks, there's no such thing as a poor blow job, at least
from a boy.

Shasa finally stopped and stood up and absently took hold of his own raging
hard on and squeezed it. He looked at me through eyes half closed in lust,
not that there was a great deal of difference between that and how wide his
eyes were usually open. Some Asians eyes are so slitted that sometimes one
wonders how large their field of vision truly is.

Shasa put his hands on my shoulders then knelt on the bed, straddling my
lap then rested there. "Do you like being with me Nick," the boy asked. I
had put my hands on his narrow hips as much for something to do as anything
else.

"I do Shasa," I responded. He didn't say anything, letting his eyes roam
over my face as if memorizing every feature, the leaned his head in, tilted
it and gently put his lips against mine. He kissed me, and again, it didn't
appear that his experience base was very large but he certainly gave it the
old college try, or high school try as the case may be. I responded in
kind, moving my lips against his as if attempting to give the boy a
lesson. He grasped the principles quickly so it didn't take long before our
mouths opened slightly. There were no tongues but that was okay. My hands
had moved from his hips up to his back where they gently rubbed.

Shasa finally broke the kiss and rested his forehead against mine. "Oh
Nick," he said. "I really don't know what to do. I mean, I can figure it
out as I go, I've seen in on the internet. but I've never done any of this
before and want to learn. Do you mind teaching me Nick? Will you teach me
about loving a man?"

I ran my hands down onto the rounded orbs of his slender little butt,
squeezed them a little then moved back upwards.

"It would be an honor to teach you Shasa. I can't think of anything I'd
rather do."