Date: Fri, 15 Dec 2006 12:45:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Jeff Spencer <jeffspencer69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Clash of Cultures, Part 2 (M/b, oral, anal, romance)

This story may involve descriptions of sexual encounters between males of
different generations. Be warned, and do not read if reading this type of
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I drove on dejectedly to my hotel, a 45 minute drive from the set for the
commercial, through mile after mile of Kansas corn fields, just starting to
brown.. I cursed my timidity in failing to ask the director where the boys
were staying, but I knew what the environment was like then, too.  Internet
predator `exposes' every week on network channels - who knew what was legal
and what wasn't?  In my mind, entire vistas of sexual activity had been
opened up to me, things that I had never dared consider before. Sex with
another male - how did I feel about it, now, in light of my day?

I thought that perhaps I could do those things with other guys. Sucking
their cock, certainly.  Having my own cock sucked, licking a guy's ass
hole, kissing him, my dick sliding into his tight hole, all of these things
gave me an electrical tingle in my crotch, a very pleasurable feeling.

Then, when I specifically considered doing sexual things with Jeremy, and
perhaps the other boys, picturing their sweet faces, and sweet, naked
bodies, and imagining what their bodies might feel like in contact with
mine....worse, not even knowing what Jeremy's exquisite body looked like
bare, free of all encumbrance (since that pleasure had been cut short), my
cock grew intensely hard, strong waves of desire running through me. The
corn passed me by, softly whispering, but telling me nothing.

I wasn't sure that I was necessarily attracted to other men, though I was
certainly curious now, but the thought of having sex with a pre or teenage
boy, was now exciting. And the thought of making love to Jeremy was
overwhelming, and made my misery all the worse. I parked the car in the
hotel's parking lot, then dragged my small suitcase with me to the lobby. I
checked in, and was slightly mollified to find that I was in a luxury
suite. "At least I can rub one out in a nice room," I thought. As I walked
through the Plaza's immense atrium, I thought that Jeremy might have been
impressed by its size and grandeur.

My suite, a real suite, not one of the semi-suites they kept booking us
into on team trips, was on the top floor, the Sixth. I put my stuff away,
then headed down to the lobby bar, the Water's Edge Lounge. I really needed
a drink, and a chance to consider what had changed about me in the course
of less than 24 hours. Ordering a Glengoyne single malt, neat of course, I
sat at a small table there in the bar, watching a soccer match, between two
English League teams. That just made my pain worse, and it suddenly
occurred to me that I was infatuated with Jeremy, or worse, in love with
him.

I was deep in thought, certainly perplexed at my current state, when I
became aware of a young boy, blond, crossing the floor of the bar from the
entrance, headed directly for my table. Jeremy?  Here?

As the boy came closer, my heart beating more rapidly now, I saw that it
wasn't Jeremy at all. In fact, I had no idea who the kid was, or what he
wanted, until he spoke.

"You're him, aren't you? You play baseball, I've seen you on TV! Could I
have your autograph?" spilled out of the boy as he neared my table.

"Okay, kid, I'll be happy to. Who do I make it out to?" I said.

"Make it out to `Jeremy, With Love'," he said.

"Excuse me?" I said, not believing my ears.

"I said, make it out to Jerry W. Glover, okay?" he said.

"Oh, sure," I said. Scrawling out a `Wishing you well,' I handed the boy a
cocktail napkin with my signature. "Now, you better get out of the bar,
kids aren't supposed to be in here."

"Thanks, sir," he said, politely. He turned to walk away, then turned
back. "Did you recover okay?" he asked, obliquely.

"Recover? What do you mean?" I asked.

"That beaning you got in St. Louis. I heard it was pretty serious..."

I smiled. Injury reports sometimes get blown out of proportion on the fans'
Internet message boards, and while getting hit by a pitch in St. Louis had
significance to me, it was really pretty routine. "I didn't get beaned,
kid. The pitch just hit my arm. And I'm fine, thanks." He looked at me
oddly, then turned and continued out.

I looked at his ass as he walked out. No reaction, no excitement. I was
really confused by this point. I'd cum in a twelve year old boy's mouth,
and I'd wanted to suck his hot little dick, but here was another fairly
cute kid of the same age, and I didn't find him sexually attractive,
thankfully. If I WERE a pervert, I was a very specific kind of
pervert. Just as well, I figured. I had enough problems as it was.

After wasting an hour at the lounge, I finished my drink, and headed
upstairs to my suite. The indoor view from an upper floor in those
atrium-style hotels always terrifies me a little, because of my fear of
heights. I tend to sidle along the exterior wall of the rooms, away from
the ledge, my eyes focused on the carpet.

Unlocking the door, I let myself in, and placed the keycard on a small
empty ledge by the door. I always try to remember exactly where I place it
when I first enter a strange hotel room - I can't tell you how many I've
misplaced otherwise. Then I turned on the TV. Something seemed a little out
of place, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Then it struck me. The air
conditioning was on, but the air in the room seemed heavy and humid. `What
the fuck?' I said to myself. The bathroom door was partially closed, and
the light was on. I knew I hadn't left it that way. Then I heard water
sloshing around in the tub.

"Crap, what now?" I said out loud. Easing the door open, I heard a young
voice pipe up, "Hi Jeff!" Looking into the mass of bubbles nearly filling
the large tub, I saw Jeremy's sweet face, clean and unsmudged now, his hair
damp and wildly tousled. His smile lit up my soul.

"What are you doing here?" I cried. "I mean I'm happy, but-"

"I just told the desk clerk you were my father, and he handed me a key
card. I left it by the door for you. And we're staying here, too. I guess
whoever made hotel arrangements got lazy. Um, would you like to take a bath
with me?" Then I noticed the neat pile of his clothes on the toilet.

Did I want to take a bath with him? Oh, yes! I quickly stripped off my
shirt, then pants, followed by socks and finally underpants.

My cock was very stiff, and bouncing like I was 14 again. Jeremy's eyes lit
up when he saw my dick so hard, and slid over in the tub to leave room for
me. I slipped in next to my sweet Jeremy, and immediately took his warm,
slippery naked body in my arms. We kissed, lightly at first, then more
deeply as my fingers sought out Jeremy's hard young rod, all of 4" long,
with a small blond bush at its base. His pink sack of balls, warm and
clinging, clamored for my touch, too, floating against my fingers.

"Mmm," moaned Jeremy into my mouth. His dick was stiff and firm under my
fingers, hot and the beat of his heart throbbed through the vein on its
underside. I waved aside the bubbles around it, I wanted to see this
beautiful boy's penis, and kiss it, and suck it, and make him happy. His
body was warm and smooth against mine, and we rolled around like two randy
porpoises mating.

His small hand went down between my legs, cupping my hairy ball sack, and
gently squeezing my heavy balls, then stroking up and down the 8" shaft,
like climbing a tree. The sensations were the most exciting I'd ever felt,
and I was afraid I'd cum too soon if I wasn't careful. I lay on my back in
the tub, and Jeremy lay on top of me, our cocks touching happily, and we
resumed kissing, a tender, passionate meeting of man and boy.

I could feel shivers of delight passing through Jeremy's slim body as he
lay on mine, his muscles flexing and stretching as a cat does, exploring
the sensations of feeling a man's hard muscles against his own, testing
strength against strength, and happily concluding that he was secure in the
arms of a much stronger force. I felt as though I could do anything at all
to Jeremy, and he would happily comply, though I only wanted to do what
would bring him pleasure.

His lips were warm and soft on mine, his breathing slower and unhurried
now, security giving him patience to enjoy the journey of lovemaking. His
breath was warm and sweet, his long eyelashes a gossamer touch against my
cheeks, his light bangs a teasing caress of my forehead.  My arms entwined
around his small body, my hands and fingers explored and caressed his
smooth back, upper back sloping into lower back, rising abruptly at the
round pillows of his beautifully warm bottom. Underneath his silky smooth
flesh, I sensed a steel, which surprised me. Jeremy's feminine nature
seemed to clash slightly with hard muscle, though he was outwardly slim and
sylph-like.

His butt wriggled under my fingers, his soft voice a giggle into my own
mouth, Jeremy enjoying the pleasure of a man's gentle touch on hidden
parts. "That feels nice," he whispered, his breath a rush of pleasure
across my ear lobe. His voice was thick and rich with desire. My fingers
explored the rise of his bottom, full soft roundness with muscle underlying
its globes. He flexed his muscles to tease me, soft pillows becoming small
iron cannonballs, then pillows again, effort punctuated by more giggles and
explosions of breath. Jeremy amused me so much in his childish play, so
sweet and innocent at times, so mature and worldly at others.

My fingers moved closer to the valley between those warm globes, my desire
to discover the texture and heat of his intimate boy opening building and
more urgent in me, even as a nursing kitten hastens its search for the
mother's nipple the closer it gets to the source. His small bottom rotated
around slightly, the angle changing slightly to allow a digit to more
easily delve, hot tub water sloshing around us, continents of bubbles
drifting into me, then drifting away.

His face buried between my jaw and throat, Jeremy gave his silent assent
for the meeting of my fingers and his shy rear opening. My forefinger
touching lightly over the crease to the oval puckered ring of his anus, the
muscle flexing and contracting with each clumsy touch of my finger, but not
a word from him, only his arms around my neck, pulling me tighter and
closer to him, the eagerness and assent evident in his body's responses.

The heat incredible, like a small volcano opening, my index finger
insistently pushed directly into the center of that tight boy pussy, the
tightness giving way as Jeremy willed his body to overcome instinctive
reaction to consciously give himself to me. My finger slipped slowly inside
the silky opening, slick and molten, a fluid tunnel, grasping but
caressing, my finger in as deep as it could go. Low moans in Jeremy's
throat, vibrating through my collarbone, to my eardrums, his soft lips
working unconsciously against the skin of my throat as his kisses caressed
me and expressed his desires.

In a ritual older than mankind, my finger slipped slowly out of the willing
boy's tiny opening, his pink anus reluctantly allowing the pleasurably hard
invader to leave, his round bottom itself in disagreement with my finger's
departure, rising up with the finger to keep it within. Still, the long,
stiff invader of the boy's perfect ass nearly out, fingertip maintaining
only a tenuous presence in the tight notch of his delectable ass, suddenly
plunging deep within, encased on all sides by slickly caressing rectum,
Jeremy's sighs of pleasure transmitted through my body by his voice and
breathy excitement.

"Oh God, Jeff," Jeremy murmured, "You feel so right, so deep inside me."

"And you feel so right for me," I replied quietly into his tousled brown
hair. "I want to be in you, to be with you, to be of you," I whispered, an
expostulation from deep within my heart. My finger continued its pleasant
rhythm, fucking in and out of my new love, bringing us both incredible
pleasure and delight. Jeremy's body quivered on mine, with long, slow
streams of sensual electricity. I almost felt the ecstasy coursing from his
body to mine, then back again.

I felt hot wetness on my neck, then Jeremy looked up at me, tears coursing
from his brilliant blue eyes. "I love you, Jeff," he said. "I always have,
even before you existed. I just knew that you would be there, someday." His
words made little sense to me, but his meaning was clear. I chalked it up
to his passion. He returned his face to its resting place against the soft
curls of my chest hair. I mulled over his words. There was no question in
my mind that I returned his feelings. I had never felt the kinship, the
bond, the oneness that I felt with this young boy, one that had developed
in less than a day, incredibly.

Could it be a silly crush? A carnal attraction to `forbidden fruit'. Of
course, blinded by love, one can never be sure of one's bearings, but it
didn't seem to me to be the case here. I had experienced crushes on girls
as a boy in high school and college, but never to the depth and degree I
felt for Jeremy, and ever since I had left college, experience in the world
had left me cold to such surface attractions. Needless to say, I'd never
experienced real love until now.

"Jeremy, honey, I want you to stand up," I said. "I want to show you how
much I love you."

He raised himself up on his elbows, sharp points pressing against my hard
solar plexus, his blue eyes searching mine. "You love me?" he squeaked with
delight.

"Go on, stand up, pup," I said, and he scrambled to stand astraddle my
body, as I sat up straighter in the tub. His 5' tall, barely 100 pound body
was a torrent of clear water racing down his flanks, followed at a more
leisurely pace by billows of bubbles, like grand dames in a processional
preening for the crowd of onlookers. His body creamy and pale, perfectly
complected, his chest and stomach nearly flat, his belly button charmingly
small and wrinkled, the beginning of his groin a smooth vee of boy flesh,
flat and pointing to the object of my interest, a few blond, downy hairs
sprouted at the base, sign of his new found virility.

His cock was still relatively small, 4" when erect, and at that point it
was quite erect! It pointed steadily and easily at me, at a 90 degree angle
from his body. Small jerks at each heartbeat betraying the total depth of
his excitement, over and above the steel-hard erection, that is.  Jeremy's
sweet, young dick was circumcised, the piss slit open and exposed, his head
a moderate red, though I sensed that, as he matured, it might tend to dark
red, crimson or even purple as an indicator of his excitement and pleasure,
but for now, a pleasantly modest red. The head, plump and round, appearing
like a soft ball of flesh. My finger brushing it, revealed a steel under
the velvet.

His piss slit was a deep pink inside, where it pouted open and closed for
me, shiny and glistening with liquid. I hoped there would be that for
me. The shaft ran straight and true, pink and solid, thick for a boy, and
standing out above the moderate sized sack below. His boyish ball sack was
pink, and wrinkled, with only a few light hairs noticeable, but I noticed
the two solid balls inside moving with their need for expression. His body
smelled like the most delightful combination of fresh, clean boy and the
lightly floral bubble bath.

My left hand caressed the underside of his sensitive sack, feeling its heat
and velvety texture, and Jeremy nearly jumped, then sighed. I pulled them
closer to me, as he came along, too. With his cock and balls now within
reach of my mouth and lips and tongue, I proceeded to give Jeremy the treat
I had wanted to give him so badly in the church cellar.

My lips formed themselves gently around the plump cock head, and I was
amazed to feel the beat of his young heart, like a bird's, through the vein
on the underside. My mouth pushed farther, and my lips slipped down, down,
down the hot, pink shaft. I smelled the musk that even a young boy
produces, when in the process of mating, more delicate than my own, and
much like a new wine, but rich with promise over the years.

I inhaled deeply taking in as much of his male essence as I could, and
wanting more. His dick was vaguely soapy and salty in taste, and silky in
texture, though underlain by steel. I felt Jeremy's fingers in my hair, as
his body sought to guide me in pleasuring him. His voice was a gentle coo.

"Please suck my dick, Jeff, it feels so good...your mouth is so hot, your
lips are tight on my prick, I must push it deeper, deeper...oh! I feel
pleasure rising in me already, Jeff..."

I've never been one to delay someone else's pleasure, perhaps a failing,
but I wanted Jeremy to cum in my mouth quickly, as if to seal our bargain
before he had a chance to change his mind. So I licked and sucked his
sweet, hard shaft, my tongue tickling and teasing that delightful pink
flesh, until I felt small quivers running through his young loins. Then I
tickled the bottom of his balls with my fingers, and pushed him over into
orgasm.

"Oh God, Jeff! I'm cumming, cumming, oh, it's in your mouth, oh, sorry, but
I must..." His expressions then broke into meaningless words, then grunts,
as I felt the hot splash of his creamy ejaculate jet over my tongue. Not a
mouthful, not the gallons found in erotic fiction, but enough to seal our
love, and of the richest taste and texture I may ever experience. I
treasured it, and will do so forever. It was my first taste of another
male's semen, and I thought it the greatest taste on God's green earth, and
perhaps in his heaven, too.

His hips were moving of their own accord, as he strove to bury his seed as
deeply as possible, my strong hand keeping him from pushing quite too hard,
and eventually he slowed his movements, then sighed. My mouth still held
his penis in a loving grip, but I felt it soften as his body returned to
other interests. His fingers still ran through my hair, and he whispered,
"I love you."

I let go his now smaller cock, looked up at his red-flushed face, and said,
"I love you, too, Jeremy." He sat down in the water, now cooling, on my
lap, with its quite noticeable boner, and giggled. Wrapping his small
fingers around the thick shaft, he said, "Save that for later!"

Then we both stood up, water racing down us both. I helped him step out of
the tub, then grabbed one of the plush bath towels and began patting him
down all over, making sure to squeeze his delightful buns, and stroke his
cute little cock. He squealed with delight.

"Hush!" I said. "That's how we dry each other in our locker room, so be a
man about it!" in mock-severe tones.

"Really?" he said, eyes wide, looking up at me.

"No, not really," I said. "I'm afraid that you and I would be drummed out
of most locker rooms in America for this sort of behavior."

"Oh, that's too bad," he replied. "I'd like the world to see how much I
care for you." His eyes welled up with moisture. "But I understand." Then
he hugged me, his dry body against my wet, my hard cock pressing into his
stomach. "And, I think you care for ME," he teased, caressing my stiff
penis. Then he leaned down and kissed the tip. I felt a shiver of pleasure
run through me.

We finished drying, and Jeremy walked along, picking up his discarded
clothing. Every time he bent over he gave me a lovely show of his
delightful ass cheeks and the pretty opening hiding there, and my erection
strained further. He heard me groan, and looked around, then grinned. He
wiggled his ass saucily, then, his own boyish excitement getting the better
of him, jumped on the bed and, to my utter shock and delight, assumed a
position on his hands and knees with his beautiful bottom up in the air,
and his face down on the pillow between his arms.

"Jeff, please, would you...make love to me, as a man makes love to his
woman, here?" his small voice, dreamy and so full of need filled my ears,
like the trumpet of God.

"Yes," I croaked brokenly, my voice faint as that of a newly revived
Lazarus. "Yes...yes...YES!"  I rushed to the bed, my cock more than ready,
standing at the edge of the bed, cock to tiny ass hole, the bottle of slick
lotion so conveniently and thoughtfully provided by the hotel right there
for my use. It couldn't have been planned better.

I slathered the creamy liquid all over the long red shaft, then slowly
slipped it inside Jeremy's tight pink hole, one slippery finger again and
again, followed by two, then eventually, three.  Jeremy's response was to
wiggle his pale, hairless bottom happily at the contact and the invasion,
and coo delightedly.

"Oh, Jeff, I love feeling you inside me! I want to feel your giant cock
fucking my boy cunt, making me yours, filling me with your hot cum! Please
fuck me now, please shove your dick all the way inside me, split me in two
with happiness!" Jeremy's words of entreaty persuaded me, and I fit my
thick cock head, red and swollen, already leaking a fat white pearl of
creamy pre- cum, into the now-slippery notch of Jeremy's luscious butt.

I hesitated, not wanting to hurt my beautiful boy, when he pushed his lush
bottom back onto me, my cock head slipping into his puckered
opening. Apparently he knew enough to relax his sphincter muscles and avoid
the anticipated pain. I took the hint and, once in, pressed forward, my
shaft sinking into the most incredibly hot, tight and silky pussy it had
ever been in. Jeremy groaned beneath me as I sank deeper inside his
delightful body.

"Yes...yes...yesssss!" he moaned. His hips made a small rotational movement
as I slipped in, then began pulling out, our fucking movements nothing
original, but for me at least, the greatest moment of all time. Apparently
it was good for Jeremy, as his cooing and moaning, and the re- inflated
size and hardness of his boy penis attested, confirmed by my hand as I
stroked up and down his shaft gently with my right hand.

"Jeremy, your hot boy pussy is so fucking tight, and slick on my cock,
baby," I moaned, already losing control. "God, I just want to fuck, and
hold and kiss and love you, forever and ever!" I could feel jolts of
electricity forming at the base of my balls, then shooting upward through
my dick, increasing in strength every time I moved within him.

"Oh, yesss, fuck me Jeff, fuck me HARD, cum inside me, cum now, fill me
with your cum!"  Jeremy moaned, pushing back into me, wanting my load of
man cream so badly. My hips shot forward, my 8" dick burying itself deeply
inside Jeremy's tight, hot rectum, my seed spurting thickly, in numerous
gouts of male cream deep inside Jeremy's ass, both of us gasping together
in pleasure, need and fulfillment.

After my dick softened a little, I lay down next to a tired Jeremy,
spooning with him, our bodies together. His body felt so much a part of
mine, and mine of his. Our naked flesh caressed each other heatedly. My
hand slipped over Jeremy's slim hip, to cup and hold his dick. It was soft
now, and his upper thighs wet and sticky on their fronts - he had cum from
being fucked in his sweet boy pussy, his boy cream splashing on his legs
and the sheet underneath us from an excess of joy.

His ass was soft and round and warm now against my pubic bush, and my own
soft cock, sporadic trickles of my cum leaking in thin, hot streams from
his relaxed anus, and dripping back onto me and down his inner thighs.

We dozed contentedly for maybe 15 minutes, Jeremy turning over in his light
sleep to be face to chest with me, softly nuzzling my nipples with his warm
lips, suckling gently. I held him there with me, happier than I'd ever been
before, until finally we both awoke, refreshed and together.  Jeremy leaned
on one elbow, looking over at me, face just inches away from mine.

"Jeff...would it be okay if I let my mates come visit with us...with
you...here?" Jeremy asked shyly.

"Well, as long as it's `with US'," I said, smiling down at him.

"Oh good," he yelped, abandoning me and rushing to the desk phone. Dialing
three quick digits, then a pause, he said, "Ethan, It's me, Jeremy. Jeff
finally showed up." There was a pause, then, Jeremy giggled. "Oh, YES!" he
said, and giggled again. "Anyway, we'd like you all to come up, it's Room
601." Another pause. "Yes, I said, `WE'. Isn't it exciting? `Bye." With
that he hung up.

"So, what did he say?" I asked curiously.

"He asked if you brought `that tremendous cock' with you," he replied
innocently, then broke into a grin. "They all greatly admired it, you
know." I blushed, though you'd think I'd be past that point.

While we waited for the gaggle of boys to show up, I put on a fresh pair of
boxer shorts and jeans, going shirtless. "You look so sexy like that,
"Jeremy observed.

"I'm old school, I can hardly wait for a crowd in the nude," I replied. "By
the way, aren't you all supposed to have a chaperone on this trip?"

"Er, yes, `Old Rotten Grotten'. Brother Sybilious Grotten, that is. But he
came down with the flu when we flew over, and he's laid up in his hotel
room. We check on him constantly to see that he's okay, and fed and kept
comfy, but he mainly sleeps."

"Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter's Dead," I said. Jeremy's eyes widened.

"I beg your pardon?" he asked, with a gasp.

I laughed. "Oh, just the title of a movie that was out about 15 years ago,
where a group of kids have to run things when their caretaker, er,
passes. It was just a movie reference, I didn't mean anything in regard to
your chaperone. As a matter of fact, do you mind if I look in on him? I'd
like to make absolutely certain that he's okay."

"I think that's a wonderful idea," Jeremy said. "He's in Room 217, next to
our rooms. I have his keycard, it's with the one the desk clerk gave me."

"Yes, where did you leave it, I didn't see it when I came in," I said.

"Ohh, they're on that ledge by the door," Jeremy replied, looking over in
that direction and giving a little nod. I was puzzled, as I only remembered
the one ledge, the one that I used. I put on my shirt, and shoes without
socks, then headed to the door. On the sole ledge by the door rested my
keycard, exactly where I'd placed it, plus two cards together, next to
it. I looked around. Only the one ledge, now holding three key cards.

"Jeremy-" I began.

"Yes, Jeff?" his small voice piped.

"Uhh, never mind," I finished. "Just be sure to keep the door locked until
you're certain your friends are here, okay?" I counseled him.

"Yes, sir," he said, obediently. "Hurry back, Jeff, I miss you already."
His voice held a faint plaintive note, barely noticeable.

I walked out into the open walkway, making sure the door was locked behind
me. I thought I'd keep an eye out for his friends, perhaps we'd pass on my
way down, as I was headed so close to their rooms.

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