Date: Mon, 28 Dec 2015 02:07:49 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Christmas Boy

A friend, and occasional suck Buddy, and I were visiting his relatives for
the holidays a couple hours from where we lived. We were staying in a
motel, a somewhat nice motel too I might add. It had a nice large lobby
with plenty of sofas and arm chairs set in 4 different conversation
groupings along with table and lamps. It also had 3 separate areas of just
2 chairs table and lamp for couples or singles. Said furniture was all done
in a sort of country design of heavy wood while a chairs and sofas were in
a dark brown faux leather style, all plushy to sit in. one wall was
dominated to a 2 story flagstone fireplace that actually had a real fire
going behind the 2 foot glass doors. Each door was framed in brass which
extended from the hinge side out onto the glass in the form of a tree
branch with leaves and everything.

One each side of side of the fire pit were large cubbyholes that held
rounds of wood ready to be tossed onto the fire. A good 5 feet above the
pit was a wood mantle that was simply a 4 inch by x 8 inch hunk of wood
easily 12 feet long. Above that hung a gigantic framed picture of
snowcapped mountains that looked as though they could be the same mountains
that towed above and behind the motel. Similar framed photos lined the dark
wood walls throughout the lobby, large photos that helped enhance the size
of the lobby. All in all it was pretty nice for a small out of the way city
of 25 thousand people.

Our room was on the third floor and much to my surprise it had a small
lobby of its own complete with sofa chairs table and lamps just like the
ones downstairs. The little lobby was between the 2 wings of the motel and
the cool thing about it was that it had a certain semblance of privacy. The
entire place was set up in a sort of Z format. Imagine the lobby to be
rectangular. One wing jutted off it from the top left end while the other
jutted off from the bottom right end. Thus while in the lobby you couldn't
be seen from either hallway. Not that it mattered to me, just saying. Of
course to the place was practically deserted, not more than a dozen cars in
the lot.

I am an early riser for one thing and my friend is not. For another he
loves watching TV which I basically hate; unless it's football. I usually
set my laptop up in the room and work on stories which is fine for normal
hours but as an early riser it means I have to turn a light on which always
makes me feel guilty although he says it doesn't bother him. Still. I also
tend to wake up in the middle of the night at times and at home, I go to my
desktop to get some work done.

So, this little lobby thing worked out great for me. I was close to the
room and not in the middle of traffic. I was there about 6 pm, working away
diligently to get another story done for Nifty when he showed up and
flopped down onto the sofa in the way that only teenaged boys seem to do.
I glanced at him and smiled, got a slight smile in return.

The boy was blonde, looked to be 13 maybe 14. His hair was long, the golden
strands falling over his eyes, over his ears and spilling over the neck of
his t-shirt. He was wearing the obligatory sport shorts, sneakers without
socks. He sat there, slouched down barely 3 feet to my left.

"Damn you sure type fast mister," he said, his voice slightly beyond the
high pitch of a young boy but not for more than a day or two I was
sure. Indeed I was good for 65 words per minute with few mistakes other
than the ones that the laptop seemed to make for me. I really needed to
learn to keep my palms up off of it the pad as well as learn to type in its
more cramped space and thus avoid keystroke commands that did all kinds of
things to a document that I didn't order.

"Thanks, I do pretty good. My name is Tague," I said, ever hopeful that a
boy might recognize my name and perhaps provide fodder for a new story, or
even a chapter encounter. I've written more than a few stories that way.

"Jaren," he said and extended his hand, which I took. His handshake was
relaxed and actually quite pleasant to the touch.

"Bored are you Jaren?" He gave me a sweet little grin and nodded his head.

"Totally," he responded.

"Let me guess. You're traveling with parents who are basically boring, you
have at least 1 little brother or sister who are, you should pardon the
expression, fucking pests, and you're visiting relatives that are equally
boring and there's nothing to do." Jaren smiled and nodded his pretty
blonde head.

"Pretty close. I'm with my mom and my twat of a little sister. The family
is mostly boring and I'd rather be hanging out with my... Friend." My
little ears perked up on the pause but I didn't say what I was thinking.

"So, let me guess," he said, "your wife is watching a boring TV show,
probably one of those girl type shows, so you come out here."

"Pretty close. It's a good friend and he's watching the food channel or DIY
and I'm not a TV fan except for football."

"What team," he asked, avoiding the other bit of information.

"Go Hawks," I said by way of response. Jaren's face lit up.

"Serious? I love the Seahawks." The little hottie went on to comment about
the last game, Rawls and Lynch's injuries and other team related stuff.

"So, is your friend like, a boyfriend or something," he asked after a
pause. I shook my head.

"No but we play around from time to time. You okay with that?"

"Totally." He paused again. "I have a boyfriend." I smiled at him.

"I know." The expression on his smooth young face was classic.

"What? How could you know that?" I leaned forward a little bit and put my
hands out in front of me and wiggled the fingers. I added some theater to
my voice and made my eyes look a little crazed.

"Because I am the all-knowing Oz," The boy laughed and I went on.

"Because you started to say you would rather be with your boyfriend but
caught yourself and said friend."

"I did, didn't I?"

I nodded my head, "You did." I had continued to type so he finally asked
what I was doing.

"I'm working on a story."

"So you're a writer. Is it like for a newspaper or do you write books?"

"I write stories for a web site called Nifty," I said. Jaren's eyes lit up
like a Christmas tree.

"No way. My friends and I read stories from there all the time. I wonder if
I've read any of your stuff. What is your..." and he stopped cold and shook
his head. "No; no way." He just stared at me for 15 seconds.

"You're the Tag Michaels guy?" I grinned and nodded my head then clicked on
my email icon which was already opened. I turned the laptop toward him so
he could see the screen.

"Dude you are the best freaking writer. We love your stories especially the
ones of boys being in love and stuff. Of course we like the man and boy
stories too. Are any of the stories real?" I went on to explain that some
of them were real, some were personal stories that my fans had shared with
me that I worked into a story but most were from my own fantasies.

"Well you sure do have some cool fantasies. Have you ever written one about
hooking up with a boy in a motel?" Okay, my dick started to throb.

"Sure I have." I went on to give him the titles of a few with that
theme. Jaren smacked his forehead.

"Of course. You just wrote a story about being in a hotel or a cabin with a
boy and hooking up with another boy. I wasn't thinking. A couple of my
friends loved that story, especially the part with the boy named Jaxxon. Do
boys really have dicks that big?" I nodded my head.

"Sure, sometimes," I said. "Of course most boys are average, 5-6 inches but
there are plenty of boys who are above average and a few that are way above
average. My first lover was 14 years old and had 8¼ inches of thick
cock."

"I'm glad I'm at the top end of being average," he said with a little
pride. "So you have been with boys before?" I nodded my head.

"A few but not a lot. What about you?"

"Do you mean fantasies or for real?"

"Your choice, either or both?" He thought about it for some seconds.

"I've done some stuff with boys and I have a boyfriend, at least I call him
a boyfriend but maybe he's just a good friend. Really all I've done is some
cock sucking and jacking off and stuff. We've talked about fucking,
especially after reading your stories, but it hasn't happened so far. Most
of my friends are okay with sucking and jacking off but kissing and fucking
and stuff sounds too gay to them." I nodded my head in understanding.

"Sounds like you might be all for doing more stuff but they aren't, is that
correct?" Jaren nodded his head then brushed his hair back out of his
eyes. The boy had amazing eyes, a sort of blue grey framed by thick lashes
and brows. I thought he was cute before but when his face was fully exposed
he was beyond that. There was a little in-congruency in his story so I
asked for some clarification.

"A lot of my friends like the stories about boys being with little girls or
women. I guess I'm the one that really likes the boy love stories and the
man boy stories. But my friends don't really know that."

"And your fantasies?" Jaren seemed a little shy about answering that
question but he finally did.

"I want to be held and kissed and stuff like that." He paused then in a
soft voice said, "I want to be fucked and I think I want a man to do it
because I think a man would have more experience and be more gentle and
understanding." I sympathized with the boy but I was also more than willing
to help him out, I just wasn't sure about making that move. At that moment
my cell beeped a text so I checked it and discovered my traveling mate was
ready to head to dinner.

"I have a dinner engagement Jaren," I said, as I packed my laptop up. "I'll
probably be back out here around 8 and I'm an early riser so will be here
around 5 in the morning if you want to chat."  I stood up and Jaren stood
with me.

"Thanks for talking with me Tague," he said, "I can't believe I met you."
We were standing toe to toe, he about 4 inches shorter than I, and Jaren
moved forward. Just before he kissed me quickly on the lips I noticed how
amazing his own lips were. They were perfect, almost girl like so perfect
were they. He gave me a quick peck then turned and hurried away. Well then,
I thought to myself as I ogled his tight little well-formed butt, I
wondered if the encounter would transform into a story.

We had dinner with a couple of my friends' cousins and afterwards they
wanted us to hang out and party which was definitely not on any to-do list
of mine. I pretty much avoided mood altering substances except for an
occasional craft beer. I had him drop me back at the motel.

"I could score tonight Jake," which was my real name, "would it be a big
deal if I spent the night somewhere else if that happens?" I shook my head.

"No, not at all but you should text me and let me know. Who knows, I might
get lucky m'self," I said with a grin.

"You got something going dude," he asked with a grin and a light cuff on
the shoulder. I shook my head and said no but one never knew what might
happen. He said he'd text and give me a half hour notice if he was coming
back. That said I got out of the car and went up to our room.

At that point I could stay in my room to write and didn't need to go out to
the lobby. However going out to the lobby was what I did. I was hoping
against hope that Jaren would be there. He wasn't when I went to my room a
moment before but hey, it could happen. So, I packed up the laptop, filled
my water mug with ice and water and headed out.

I got things set up and went to work. I considered writing a story about
the encounter with Jaren so started that process and outlined things
exactly the way it had happened. I got to right here, right now when the
boy came around the corner from the hallway where his room was supposedly
located. Jaren waved at me from 20 feet away, a big smile on his adorable
face.

"Hey Tague," he said cheerily as he approached. He was wearing a t-shirt
what went almost to his knees with nothing but bare legs and sockless
sandals below it. He was carrying a cell phone in one hand and a soda in
the other and flopped down onto an arm chair that was next to sofa that I
was parked on.

"How you doing Jaren," I asked. He shrugged his shoulders.

"Okay, no great shakes," he said, setting his phone down. "How was dinner?"
I shrugged my shoulders and fed back to him what he'd said to me.

"Working on a story," he asked and I nodded my head.

"Can I read it?" Understand that nobody reads my stories in real time. It
was all on the internet, for obvious reasons. Okay that's not totally
true. Matt knew that I wrote erotica and he had previewed some of my work
but not in my presence, it was always by email. The other part of course
was that the story was about Jaren and while I hadn't gotten there yet I'd
definitely get to where I would fuck the boy, among other things. On the
other hand, it could be the impetus to get him to actually make the move.

"You have to understand Jaren that this would be the first time that
anybody has read one of my stories in person with me." I turned the laptop
to face the boy. His eyes got a little wide at the first paragraph and of
course a little further on his jaw dropped open.

"It's about me," he said with a whisper, "you're writing a story about
meeting me." He looked over at me, surprise still etched on his smooth
face. Jaren turned his eyes back to the screen and a moment later he
grinned.

"You think I have a well formed butt?"

"Oh hell yes," I told him. "You've got an amazing butt." He read a little
further then sat back on the sofa and I turned the laptop back toward me.

"How would it end," he asked me.

"Don't know, but you've read my stories so that should give you an idea." I
paused for a moment then asked in a soft voice,

"How would you like to see it end?" He was quiet for a moment.

"In your bed learning how to be loved by a man." His voice was so soft that
it was almost difficult to hear. I gently shut down my computer then closed
the top and unplugged it.

"Are you sure," I asked him and he nodded his head. I stood up slowly then
Jaren stood. I tucked my laptop under my left arm and took the boys' hand
and led him away. I can't describe how that felt, leading a hot young teen
by the hand, headed to the Promised Land. I got my door opened and waved
him inside then followed him. There was only a small desk lamp on and Jaren
went to it and turned to face me while I set the computer down then stood
in front of him.

"I'm kind of scared Tag," he said.

"So am I Jaren. I don't do this every day. My name is Jake though, okay?"
He nodded his head. I turned and went to the bathroom and turned the light
on then pulled the door about half way closed, returned to where Jaren
stood and turned off the desk lamp. We had enough light to see by but still
provide some privacy.

"How about if take the lead for now? I'll go slow and if something happens
that you're uncomfortable with just say so. No harm, no foul, okay?" He
nodded his pretty little head. "And you don't have to ask permission to do
something. You have permission to explore and do what comes naturally. If
you want me to do something just tell me and I'll do it. Okay? He nodded
his head again.

"Just like in some of your stories, huh?" It was my turn to nod my head. I
kicked off my shoes and started to unbutton my jeans and Jaren started to
tug his shirt off but I stopped him.

"How about if you leave your shirt on for a little bit?" He said okay. I
got my jeans off and left my own shirt on then stepped up to him and put my
hands on his narrow shoulders. I gently pulled the boy to me and hugged him
which prompted Jaren to hug me back. I let my hands roam around his back a
moment then lifted his chin and kissed him gently on the mouth.

Jaren responded right back, his arms around my shoulders tightening
slightly. I broke the kiss, then kissed him again. When I broke it the 2nd
time I reached down to take hold of his t-shirt.

"Let's get this off sweet boy," I said and proceeded to tug it
upward. Jaren raised his arms to help out and when it was off I tossed it
to the floor and took mine off.

"Cool underwear Jake," he said. I was wearing a pair of American Eagle
Brazilian style trunks in a light pastel green.

"You too Jaren." The boy was wearing a pair of regular briefs in black with
a deep red trim. Jaren was a slender boy with a typically defined young
teenage boy body, all the creases and crevices in the right places. I
reached out and cupped him, discovered a raging hard young cock nestled
inside the fabric and got a sigh.

"Oh my you're very hard Jaren." He nodded his head then put his hand on the
front of my briefs.

"Oh my gosh you feel huge Jake." I wasn't particularly although the 7¼
inches were fairly thick. I leaned down and kissed him again then led him
to the bed and tugged the covers back. I climbed on and Jaren was right
behind me. Facing the boy I snuggled up to him.

"You are a very beautiful boy," I said softly and before he could respond I
began kissing him again. We held on to each other, our mouths pressed
together, wide open. My hand went down his back and onto the glorious orbs
of his tight little butt and I reveled in the feel of him. Jaren pressed
his waist against me and gently ground his hard cock against mine.

I slid my hand under the waistband of his of his briefs and touched his
flesh. His butt was warm to my touch, the fleshy cheeks pliable under my
fingers. I let my fingertips enter his crack but didn't go any
further. Jaren broke the kiss.

"I need to be naked Jake," he panted, "I need to let my boner out." We
hadn't pulled the covered up so I got to my knees while Jaren went onto his
back. Looking down on him lying there, so cute, so ready and willing, so
virgin, made my cock throb. I knelt next to him, hooked my fingers in his
underwear and tugged. The boy lifted his tender young butt up enough for me
to get the garment down and as I proceeded to do so he reached out and took
hold of my stone hard cock still held in check by my briefs. I slid his
briefs to his knees and as I got them to his ankles and off of him I
admired the young teen. The kid was truly gorgeous.

His cock was raging hard and hung in the air above his taut bell, an easy 6
inches of pale flesh lined with blue veins. Beneath his boyhood pride and
joy was a nest of curls the color of wet sand. His pubic hair was growing
in but was still a small patch restrained to his pubic bone and thin enough
that his pale skin could be seen through it. The boy was uncut, his cock
head about halfway out of his foreskin, both red in color from trapped
blood.

Below his gorgeous cock hung an awesome set of boy balls, the matching eggs
encased in a smooth hairless sac, one orb slightly lower than the other. It
was light enough in the room that I could see the very beginning of his
butt crack before it disappeared beneath him.

"God you're fucking amazing to look at baby boy," I said, my voice husky
with wanting him.

"Take your cock out, I need to see your boner Jake," he said, his own voice
deepened in lust. I knee walked closer to his head and invited him to
unwrap me. Jaren reached out and did to me what I had done to him, slid my
briefs to my knees.

"Jesus what a fat cock," he exclaimed. I flopped onto my back, stripped my
underwear off then rolled back into him. We wrapped ourselves up in each
other's arms and went back to making out. I loved laying with a naked hard
boy in my arms, the warmth and feel of his skin, his hard cock pressed
against me, my hands roaming all over his body.

Jaren was moaning softly as he worked to get as much of his smooth young
body against mine as he possibly could. He tossed a leg up over mine which
gave me the opportunity to rub down onto his butt. This time I explored his
split more thoroughly, running a finger across his puckered muscle, down
along his perineum and onto his tender young balls. The move seemed to make
the boy hotter than ever.

"God I'm gonna cum if we don't stop for a sec," he groaned. He reached down
and took hold of my cock and began stroking me. "I really wanna suck your
dick Jake," he said so I rolled onto my back and spread my legs.

Jaren slid down the bed and took hold of my cock and held it closer to his
mouth. "I love how you smell down here," he said. Jaren licked all over the
swollen precum covered head before taking me into his mouth and giving me a
very credible blow job. I could hear the boy moan softly as he honored me,
gently stroking my shaft as his lips and tongue worked my sensitive cock
head. I reached out and rubbed his back but couldn't quite reach his butt
because he was parallel to me.

Jaren worked on me for a good 5 minutes before he stopped. "Goddamn my
mouth gets sore sucking your cock Jake." I told him I understood

"So I guess it's my turn to taste your beautiful cock then Jaren." That
said I slid down the bed until I was face to face with all that made him
boy. I reached between his legs to cup his smooth balls, loving the feel of
the warm satiny skin in my hand. I hefted and tugged on the delicate orbs
for a moment before moving my hand up to take hold of his cock.

The boy was hard as stone, his flesh warm against my fingers and palm. I
stroked him a couple times, sliding his foreskin back and forth over his
ultra-swollen cock head before licking all over the head. Jaren moaned
softly as I worked on him and when I finally took him into my mouth he
gasped loudly.

I lowered my head, taking the boy all the way to the root, my nose poking
his balls. I didn't stay but went back to the top and worked the top third
of his boy pole. Jaren's hands went to my head to ruffle my hair and he
started to gently undulate his hips, fucking my mouth a little bit. It
didn't take long before he was ready to cum. I was more than willing to eat
his young sperm but I really wanted to watch him shoot first and I told him
that as I moved back alongside of him.

"I want to see you shoot your sperm too Jake," he said.

"How long do you have sweet boy?"

"All night. My mom and sister are with the family and I didn't go because
I'm sick," he said with a sly grin. "I've got my cell phone just in case
though. I leaned in and we kissed some more then I leaned back.

"Well then let's make you shoot your sperm Jaren." I moved away from him
and took hold of his cock and began jacking him off. "Wanna kiss a little
while we get you there?" Jaren nodded his head so I leaned my head in and
we went through the mouth wide open thing. We stopped a few times and just
tongued outside our mouths and at one point I sucked on his tongue like it
was a cock. The boy moaned loudly and all but clung onto me. He finally
backed away.

"Oh god Jake I'm really close, really close," he panted. I watched his taut
belly constrict and relax, not of his doing but naturally as the feelings
of impending orgasm flooded his young adolescent body. "Oh Gaaawwd," he
groaned and thrust his waist up, arching his back.

I felt his cock thicken in my hand, made sure his foreskin was pulled down
and a second later a healthy stream of sperm blasted out of his cock head
and hit him on the neck. Jaren had raised his head in order to watch the
fireworks; what boy doesn't.

"Oh Jesus," he moaned as a second squirt popped out and landed much lower
and from there it was oozing, fast at first and then almost nothing. I
leaned down and put my mouth over the end of his cock and began cleaning it
off, savoring the almost sweet taste of young sperm. God I loved boy sperm.

Of course his cock head became too sensitive so I took my mouth away and
went for the cum on his body, licking it up like a mother cat cleaning her
young. Jaren lay there panting like a marathon runner and allowing me to do
my work.

As soon as it was done I started stroking my cock. I moved and straddled
the boys' thighs as I worked my dick, Jaren opening his eyes to watch. "I'm
almost there baby boy," I groaned and a moment later I shot. Oh boy did I
shoot.

Like most guys sometimes I cum hard and fire volleys and other times it's
much less spectacular. This one was awesome. Sperm shot out in 5 solid
streams all the way to Jaren's face and chest leaving 5 inch long gashes of
white goo on his chest. From there it was burps in globs that peppered his
lower torso, his still hard cock and his balls. It was a mess and Jaren's
lower jaw hung open in shock.

"Holy shit Jake do you always make that much of sperm?"

"Usually but it doesn't always fly out like that." Jaren went about rubbing
my gooey goodness into his body, seeming to enjoy the viscous liquid.

"How about a shower sweet boy?" Jaren grinned so I got off the bed and
reached out to him. He took my hand and I tugged off the bed and onto his
feet then into my arms for more kissing.

"Gosh I love this so much Jake," the young hottie said as soon as we broke
apart. I held him for a moment and whispered,

"I know sweetie, believe me I know." I let him by the hand to the bathroom
and got the water going in the glass enclosed shower. Once done I let him
inside and began a new experience for the boy. I told him that I wanted to
wash him and Jaren gave me the go ahead.

I soaped my hands and started on Jaren's shoulders and got immediate groans
of pleasure. I worked his arms, down his back and onto the glorious orbs of
his boy butt.

"You have such a delicious butt Jaren," I told him.

"Delicious enough to eat," he asked coyly.

"Absolutely. I'm dying to put my face in there."

"I've heard that it feels good even if it sounds kind of nasty."

"Well most guys feel that way until they have it done and they become
serious believers of it." That said I soaped my hands again and stood
alongside of him. One hand began work on his balls and his still rock hard
cock while the other slipped between his cheeks to rub his puckered hole.

"Fuck," the boy almost growled as I worked his hole then gently inserted a
finger up inside of him. I found his prostate right off the bat and when I
massaged it Jaren went wild.

"God what are you doing Jake," the boy all but yelled out. "Jesus damn fuck
that feels good. I'm gonna cum again if you don't quit." I elected to take
my finger out of him and as soon as I did Jaren turned, went into my arms
and plastered his mouth against mine. I didn't mind at all. I loved having
a naked wet boy in my arms.



"Goddamn that was fucking amazing Jake." I explained his prostate gland,
surprised that he hadn't discovered it. "I sure love having my butthole
played with. I knew it was sort of sensitive but not like when you play
with it. Can I wash you now?"

I gave Jaren the go ahead and he went through essentially the same
progression that I had done to him. The boy didn't shy away from asshole,
rubbing against it, washing it and sliding a finger inside of me. He wasn't
hesitant about it either but went after me with confidence. He also worked
my cock and my balls.

"I love how a butthole feels Jake," he said, "and balls too. I really like
balls," he said. "I like how they look and I sure like how they feel too."

"Me too," I admitted, "and I want to lick and suck on yours; your balls and
your butthole." Jaren grinned hugely.

"I'm okay with that." We got out of the shower and as we dried off I
elected to tell him about Matt's possible return to the room.

"Gosh Jake, is he going to want to do stuff with me too?" I shrugged my
shoulders.

"Matt likes boys as much as I do but he's pretty frightened by being with a
boy because of the consequences if he got reported. I honestly don't know
what he would do except that he wouldn't be pissed or anything. He would
probably want to watch and most likely would get naked and jack off while
he watched us."

"What about if I asked him to join us," the boy asked.

"I don't know. Is that something you'd like to do; be with 2 men?" Jaren
shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm very happy just being with you Jake. You're awesome as fuck. Being
with 2 guys does sound like fun though. Is Matt cute" Does he have as big a
cock as you do?"

"Yeah, he's a handsome guy. Dick isn't quite as big as mine but dick size
isn't everything. It might be kind of hot for you to suck his cock while I
fuck you?" That got me a huge grin.

"Are you planning on fucking me?"

"I wouldn't exactly say that I was planning on it but you did say that was
on your wish list and being Santa Claus, I want to give you all the
presents that you wish for." We had finished drying off and gone back
toward the bed.

"Oh gosh Santa, I been a good boy so think I should get a cock in my ass
for Christmas." Jaren had affected an interesting coy pout as he said it. I
pulled the young hottie into me and went back into a tongue battling kiss
to which he responded with as much enthusiasm as I was and grinding his
cock into me in the process. I finally broke it off and got him back onto
the bed.

"I really want to eat your ass baby," I said to him. Jaren was on his back
so he simply pulled his legs back and held them out of the way, exposing
his totally hairless young boy pussy to me. God what a morsel it was. A
nice pink color with some darker skin around it, all puckered and
inviting. I got in close and took a couple of test swipes then went to
town.

I could hear myself moaning softly as I worked Jaren over. I washed the
entire area, concentrating on the small aperture that was the exact hole. I
worked up his perineum to his balls, licked all over the underside of them
then headed back down, licking and slurping the entire time.

Jaren was not quiet while I worshipped him either. Aside from the moans and
groans there were a few "oh fuck's" some "Goddamn's" and many "Oh yes or oh
god's" all of which spurred me on to do an even better job than I already
was.

My mouth finally got sore so I backed off and had Jaren drop his legs then
moved up between his legs and braced myself prone to his body. Jaren was
looking up at me through eyes that were barely opened. The kid was way up
into a fog of hotness.

I allowed a little of my weight to rest on him while we went back to
kissing. Jaren's hands were busy from my neck to my butt and everything in
between. I finally broke it but didn't move my head much. Jaren and I just
sort of looked into each other's eyes.

"You know this is a fun way to do sex too," I told him. "Smear everything
with lotion or lube or hair conditioner and grind against each other. It's
called frottage. It's great fun in the shower but also in bed." I kissed
him again then rolled from above him and once on my back Jaren rolled over
and lay partially on me, his leg draped across my waist and resting against
my hard cock and his chest on mine.

The boy just looked at me for a moment, his eyes all but closed. He finally
put his mouth against mine and we kissed yet again and yet again it was
powerful, sexually charged and all but yelling out promises of what was to
come. I really wanted to fuck the little hottie. I wanted to bury my cock
deep in his ass, to show him what it was like to be loved by a man, to feel
the pleasure of having a cock sliding in and out of his most secret spot. I
held off on my thoughts however. Jaren and I both needed him to make that
suggestion, to make that move. He did.

"I really want you to fuck me Jake," he said after breaking the kiss. His
face was only inches from mine. "But I'm sorta scared that it will
hurt. Will it' hurt I mean?" I could feel his raging hard cock pressed
against my hip, could feel the slight dampness of his precum as it seeped
out against my skin. My hand was gently fondling his tender butt, loving
the feel of his fleshy globe in my hand.

"I won't lie to you sweet boy. It will hurt. But I promise I'll do
everything to make it as painless as possible."

"How? What will you do?"

"Remember how it felt with my finger in your butt a little bit ago?" He
nodded his head and grinned. "Well that's what I'll do. I finger you with
one finger and then two fingers to get you loosened up a little bit. It
helps get your hole stretched and gets it used to having something in
it. Usually what happens is a boy, or even a man, gets so hot that they're
ready to cum but they want the cock in their ass. Typically they tell you
when they're ready. What I do is get into position with my fingers still in
your ass and quickly pull them out and put my cock head in then stop. The
idea is that when a person is so far up into a fog of hotness it lessens
the pain."

"Fog of hotness. I love that," he said. I told him that I'd gotten it from
a boy that used to email with quite a bit when I first started writing some
years before. Jaren laid his head on my chest and I ruffled his thick hair
taking some time to rub his scalp as well. The boy let out a huge long
sigh.

"I really want it bad Jake. I think I've wanted it since I was a little boy
but I can't explain it. I just know that I want it, maybe even need for it
to happen." I continued to rub and ruffle.

"I understand completely Jaren, I really do."

"I know, that's why I want you to be the first to fuck me."

At that moment my cell phone beeped with an incoming text.