Date: Tue, 6 Mar 2007 16:13:23 -0800 (PST)
From: Jeff Spencer <jeffspencer69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Clash of Cultures, Part 5 (M/b, oral)

Clash of Cultures, Part 5 (M/b, oral)

This story involves descriptions of a sexual encounter between a man and a
boy. Be warned, and do not read if reading this type of story is illegal
for you. It IS fiction. If you like it, drop me a line at
JeffSpencer69@yahoo.com.

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    * Blue Eyed Accident
    * Boy Beach
    * Chris and Terry's Neighborly Adventure
    * Clash of Cultures
    * Dream
    * Jeff Comes Out
    * Jiffee Lube
    * Justin's Story
    * Lick It or Ticket
    * Locker Room Lovers
    * Loving Ryan and Chris
    * Me and Bobby McKee
    * Meeting Timmy
    * Pleasure Island
    * Queer Factor
    * Tony and Me
    * Weekend at B.A.'s
    * Writer's Block
    * You and I at the Arcade
    * Your Dream
    * Pool Boy

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As I came back to consciousness after a day of wild, ball-blasting sex with
nine beautiful young boys, all between the ages of 10 and 14, I found
myself surrounded by all the furnishings of the typical Intensive Care Unit
of a hospital. Not that I'm any expert on what they look like. There were
some sort of machines making soft beeps, located behind my head, but I
couldn't turn my head to see what they might be for. I had some sort of
bandage on my head, one that limited my movement. In addition, I had a dull
pain on the left side of my head. I reached up to touch it, and found thick
bandaging there.

I was lying there wondering what had transported me from a group fuck with
young, teenaged boys, here to a hospital bed located, well, I had no idea
where. I was just starting to think about looking for someone, when a nurse
came bustling through the door.

"Oh! You're awake," she said, smiling at me.

"Um, yeah. Why am I here?" I asked.

"You don't know?" she asked, obliquely, I thought.

"No," I replied. And I wasn't about to tell her where, so far as I knew, I
had just been.

"Well, you were in some kind of baseball accident, and you had, have I
mean, a severe concussion. You nearly died," she finished.

"What the fuck...oops, sorry," I said. "How did that happen?"

"Well, you were playing in a game against the Cardinals, and you got hit in
the head. I think it was when the thrower threw it at you."

"You mean the pitcher? When he pitched it to me?"

"Okay," she said agreeably. "Anyway, they said you didn't move a muscle and
the ball slammed right into the side of your head, shattering that little
plastic hat that you baseball players wear sometimes..."

"The batting helmet," I said.

"Yes, that," she said. "Anyway, you went down like a sack of, well, you
know, and they brought you here. It was very close, you could have
died. I'm surprised you're even awake now. Look, I have to get your doctor,
I think he's still in the hospital somewhere.

Well, from that point, it was a big hubbub, with doctors looking at me, and
the press wanting to get in for interviews, and of course, my team manager
and my agent both trying to get in. I didn't have any relatives, nor a
girlfriend to come see me. The whole concept of a `girlfriend' seemed so
strange to me now, after the extremely realistic experiences I'd had, or
thought I'd had, with a group of beautiful young sexy British boys. I
wanted to give that experience a lot of thought, because, frankly, it was a
dream I desperately wanted to revisit.

But first I had to deal with the things in front of me. My team manager,
`Cappy' Anderson, came in to see me, and asked how I was doing, where it
hurt, what I remembered of the accident, all of that. He told me that the
Cards' pitcher who had hit me, felt really bad and had been in to see me a
few times while I was unconscious. "Don't blame him, Jeff," Cappy said.

"I don't," I assured him. "I don't even remember it." I DID remember that I
had ALMOST been hit by a pitch in St. Louis, but that I'd avoided it at the
last second. Which was the `real' recollection?

Cappy and I shot the breeze for a while, then Cappy looked me in the eyes.

"Look, Jeff, there's something you need to know. We've got a new owner, and
he's looking to unload as many big contracts as he can. I think he's gonna
try to dump you - you're making a lot, and you're getting up there in
years..." That sounded funny coming from a guy in his mid-fifties, talking
to a guy in his thirties, but deep down I knew the score - it's a hazard of
this line of work.  To update the old expression, professional baseball
players are `$500 million a dozen'.

"I'd encourage you to look for outside work. You can try hanging on, if not
here, then for some other team, but you know your stats have been
declining. If it was the old ownership, they'd keep you around after all
you've done, maybe set you up to be a coach, you know, but this new guy..."

"I get the message," I said. "I appreciate the heads up."

"I figure I'm gone after next season," Cappy said. "I'm sorry, Jeff."

"No problem, Cappy," I said. "I'll ask Tolliver to see what he can
find. I've got some money socked away, too." `Tolliver' was Tolliver
Sebastian, my agent. Cappy looked relieved, and then we got around to
catching up on the other guys. After another hour or so, Cappy said, "They
told me to keep it short, so I guess I'm over staying my welcome. You take
care, Jeff, and I'll be in to see you again tomorrow."

"Thanks, Cappy," I said. "Say hi to the guys for me." The conversation had
worn me out, so it wasn't until the next day, after they moved me to a
regular room, that I was able to get ahold of Tolliver. He came right over.

"It looks like I'm out of baseball, Tolliver," I said, after he settled
down in a chair next to my bed. "My playing days are done." I explained
what Cappy had told me. Tolliver said he'd check it out, then come to see
me again to discuss options. So, the next day, his butt was right back in
the same chair next to my bed. Tolliver was a very hard-working agent.

"Okay, you're right," he said. "I've been planning for this day, we both
knew it would happen, one way or another. I've got some choices for you to
make." He outlined some small businesses I could become involved in, that
were relatively low risk, but that would require my personal involvement.

"I dunno, Tolliver, I just don't see myself running a McDonald's," I
said. "Nothing against the food, I'd just rather eat food than cook it."

"Well, the problem is, there's not that much for an English major, even if
it WAS at an Ivy League school. And your baseball career pretty much only
prepared you for...well, baseball.  Now, there WERE those local commercials
you did around town. Did you ever think about acting?"

I gave a start at that - it was at an acting job, in a commercial, where
I'd met the boys who still filled my mind with wonder. It was still hard to
consider that a dream, though clearly it was only a dream, a wonderful,
delightful dream.

"Yeah, maybe we could do something with that," I said. "Would you get on
it? But give me a little time to convalesce, okay?"

"Sure thing," Tolliver said, rising. "I'll call you in a few days." While
Tolliver was working on that, I called Jordan Sinclair, my lawyer, to alert
him to Cappy's warning. With that information, Jordan was able to craft a
very nice buyout from my contract, when the new owner, sure enough, tried
to get rid of me. He'd get his way, alright, but he'd pay for it!

So it was a few months later when Tolliver brought me an offer from Capcom,
the electronic game software manufacturer. I'd done a couple of local
commercials, playing off my celebrity, and it looked like Tolliver was
parlaying that into a national, or even international gig. As he outlined
the commercial, the hairs on the back of my neck raised up.

"You'll be playing the owner of a workhouse in a kind of Dickensian
setting, you know, like Oliver Twist, and the gag is that the kids want the
sponsor's game cartridges instead of food - you could have a lot of fun
with it- What?" he asked, as I sat there with my mouth open. The
description was nearly identical to the beginning of my dream - THAT dream!

"Um, nothing," I said. "It sounds very interesting. Find out more."

"You got it," he said. As it turned out, instead of a game player as it was
in my original dream, it was for a game cartridge, and the manufacturer was
Chinese instead of Japanese, and it was for global sales, not just in
Japan, and it was to be filmed in Birmingham, Alabama instead of Topeka,
Kansas, but, damnit, it was really the SAME FUCKING THING! Would I meet
nine luscious, sexy boys, and fuck them six ways to Sunday, as I had in my
dream? There was only one way to find out.

So Tolliver arranged the deal, and after I passed the requisite screen
test, a few weeks later I found myself in my hotel room in the Renaissance
Ross Bridge, in Birmingham, Alabama. I called the casting director, and
said, "I'd like to meet the other cast members, maybe buy them lunch so we
can all be more comfortable with each other - kind of a getting to know you
meeting - can you arrange that?"

"Well, that's a little unusual, but if they're willing, sure, since you're
paying," she said. "They're staying at your hotel." My dick started to get
hard at that. She arranged a room in the back of Brock's, one of the
restaurants in the hotel, and I went down to meet the boys.

When I got there, they were already seated. Each and every boy was exactly
as I remembered them, physically, at least. Exactly! The nine boys were,
well the only way I can think to describe them is, `beautiful'. They were
all about 12, give or take a year or two. All around 5' tall, around 100
pounds. They all showed the distinctive, attractive appearance of boys from
the British Isles, ruddy cheeks, freckled cheeks, long bangs, hair messily
over their ears, clear eyes, sweetly crooked white teeth, pug noses and
perfect complexions. Slim, adorable, precisely as I had remembered them.

Perhaps more shocking, their chaperone was a perfect ringer for Brother
Sybilious, who I remembered as the mysterious man who had done so little to
keep the boys and I apart. It was incredible to me that, what I had viewed
as `real life', and experienced as clearly as what we call `real life',
could now be re-creating itself for me. If it had, indeed, been a dream,
then even more incredible that it would be matched by circumstances so
nearly exactly alike.

I introduced myself, and sat down at the head of the table. The boys each
introduced themselves, sounding as I remembered them, with musical young
voices, and all the unconscious gestures that young boys make as they
communicate, so charming and amusing. I was feeling at ease, and wondering
how and when we could return to our lovemaking, or if they, too, had
experienced dreams like mine, and were eager to feel a man's cock in their
hands, or mouths, or even their asses.

I was surprised, then, at the course of events.

"So, you lads are all from the same school?" I queried, expecting to hear
that was, indeed the case as in my dream. I glanced over at Jeremy, or at
least, the boy I remembered as Jeremy. He looked bored and restive, and he
certainly didn't bestow any longing looks on me. In fact, I think he
positively glared!

"No, sir," several of them piped up. "We're from various parts of the
country, Britain, sir."

"Oh, I was under the impression..." I began. I glanced over at the Brother
Sybilious look-alike, and he was smirking, rather rudely I thought. He
spoke up.

"Allow me to introduce myself, Mister.....", he began, smoothly.

"Spencer, Jeff Spencer," I said, somewhat confused.

"Ah, Mister Spencer, then. The American baseball player, correct?" he said.

"Yes," I said, already starting to deflate a little (emotionally - my dick
was confused by events - the boys were cool to me, but still quite
beautiful!)

"Yes," he said rather dismissively. "The base-ball player." That's how he
said it, stretching the word out as though it were some juvenile
undertaking, which I suppose it is. It still grated, though.

"My name is Stanley Perkins, and I represent the Empire Talent Agency. We
were tasked to find a suitable crop of young, male actors to star in a
television advertisement that would be filmed here in the States. The boys
were discovered throughout Great Britain at casting calls, and I think we
have a lovely cast of orphans here." He tittered at his joke. The boys
continued looking bored, though a few seemed interested in the
conversation. "Most of the boys are amateurs, but they show great aptitude
for acting. I believe they'll hold up THEIR end of things."

That challenge, again, implicit in his tone of voice, if not his words.

"Great," I said, now at a loss for words. I decided to talk to the boys
closest to me as we ate, and to observe the others, particularly Jeremy,
during the course of the meal. The boys I talked to were unfailingly
polite, but I noticed that not a one of them showed any affection for, much
less recognition of, each other, not even the boys who I remembered as
being intense lovers.

My heart sank as it dawned on me that I might not be able to re-create the
relationship I had with, I swear, these very same boys. The love, and
pleasure, I had felt with all of them had been the most intense I had ever
experienced. Moments of time in my dream with Jeremy held forth the promise
of eternal delight - before. Now, he slumped in his seat, occasionally
talking to the boys next to him, but with hardly a word or glance for me.

Now, Brother Sybilious, or rather, Stanley Perkins, seemed to go out of his
way to insult me, contempt for my profession, and assumed acting skills
dripping out with every word.

"I understand the whole of your dramatic portfolio consists of
advertisements for local automobile dealers, is that correct? No local
ground beef steak establishments to your credit?"  The jerk couldn't even
say, `hamburger joint', without being snotty. "And were you taxed to
respond to other thespians of your calibre, or were you simply the
`spokes-person'?" Again, drawing out the word. "Do you long to be a Quiz
Master on some American television show?"

The smirk on his face as he insulted me infuriated me. It was all I could
do to keep from getting up and smacking the grin off his face.

"I can see that you already have a plan for these boys, and I don't want to
interrupt it," I said. "I only wanted to introduce myself and welcome you
all to the United States. I have some things to take care of, so if you'll
excuse me..." I rose, and walked out of the room, to the murmurs of the
boys' voices.

I was steaming as I returned to my room. I was also hungry, as we hadn't
even gotten to the meal, and I was both disappointed at how things had
turned out with the boys, and annoyed at how antagonistic Sybilious, rather
`Perkins', had been. I called room service, and ordered a hamburger meal -
`ground beef steak', my ass! Approximately 45 minutes later there was a
knock at the door, and I went to let the guy from room service in.

When I opened the door, I was surprised to see no food, but rather the
infuriating Stanley Perkins standing there. "Do you mind if I come in?" he
said, already brushing past me.

"Make yourself at home," I said ironically, as the words came from over his
shoulder, he being halfway into the room.

"I want you to stay away from these boys," he began, without prelude. "I
don't want your filthy fingers touching what is mine." I was
dumfounded. His?

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I said.

"You contemptible American oaf, you have no business being involved with
these boys. They're much too good for scum such as you..." I couldn't
believe what I was hearing.

"Who do you think you are, you arrogant fucker?" I countered, not exactly
getting into why he was acting like this, but making myself feel better. I
glowered at him. He looked at me as though I'd crawled out from under a
rock.

"You'd love to get your tiny little dick inside these boys, into their
tight little asses and cute little mouths, fucking their tight holes, and
perhaps also partaking of their sweet little boy cocks, and I have no
intention of letting that happen. They will learn how to take a man's cock
from an expert, not an amateur," he snarled, his open hand whirling around
to slap my face.

"Cocksucker!" I bellowed, picking him up and throwing him into the wall. He
whoofed with the blow, and before I knew it, we were wrestling on the
carpet, back and forth, bodies sweating, faces glaring and red. "You want
to know what I can do with my cock?" I asked rhetorically, with him on his
stomach, face down. I began ripping his pants off his hips, and it almost
seemed as if he were aiding me, or at least not doing much to stop me.

Soon enough, I had his pants and underpants down off him, his butt
naked. He seemed to raise up his hips, and I quickly unzipped and pulled my
intensely hard dick out. "Fucker, I'll show you," I grunted, thrusting the
head of my cock into his pulsing brown hole, not caring if I hurt him or
not. My cock pushed past his, at first, resisting ass hole, and he moaned
with pain. Certainly I didn't give a shit whether it hurt him or not, I was
somehow, on some primal level, dominating this man who's been a pain in MY
ass, both here and in my boy dream.

I thrust and withdrew, thrust and withdrew, over and over, fucking his
rather enjoyably hot and tight ass hole, and to my surprise, he seemed to
enjoy it too, moaning with pleasure.

"Oh YEAH! Fuck my tight ass, baby! Make me your hot slut, fuck my hole!
Fuck, your cock is so fuckin' big it's splitting my little ass in two! I
love it! Fuck yeah, stud, cum in my ass, fill my hot pussy with your man
cream!!" I had to admit that his lewd words were exciting me, and I could
feel the overwhelming urge to jet my jism inside his hot rectum. My hips
slammed into his soft ass, my balls banging against them too, from the
force of my thrusts, until hot jets of sperm shot through my dick, into his
tight, grasping man cunt.

I felt immense satisfaction at dominating his insolent ass, until I heard
him laughing softly.

"I wondered how much provocation it would take before you'd do that," he
said. I leaned back on my heels, in some confusion. He rolled over, his
lower half quite naked, his dick hard and maybe 7" long. He began stroking
it.

"I mystified you in your past dream...and I continue to mystify you in THIS
dream," he said.

He knew of my boy dream, then, that I'd seen and talked to him before. But
then...that meant it hadn't been a dream at all. And what did he mean by,
`this dream'? I was still struggling for the questions I should ask, when
he gestured for me to wait.

"Ahh, yeah that's good," he moaned, as his hand traveled up and down the
shaft of his cock, which grew a deeper and deeper red. "After so long, I'm
still my own best lover," he said, his hips lifting, his hand a blur
now. Suddenly, three jets of thick cum shot from his piss slit, and landing
in pools on his stomach and streaming down his thighs.

He soon relaxed, his face returning to its normal imperturbable
expression. "Now, I suppose you'd like an explanation," he said.

"Uh, yeah," I said.

"Well, from the beginning of time there has been a battle for the souls of
man. You know, the whole `God vs. Devil' thing...." My eyes were bugging
out a little.

"Mmm, okay," he said. "Perhaps you'll have questions later. Anyway, humans
DO have souls, let me make that very clear to you, and there ARE two
parties vying for those souls."

"And you would be the `Devil' part of that?" I asked, not really believing
any of this, but trying to figure out where he was coming from.

"Don't get ahead of me," he snapped, fire in his eyes. "It's not so easy,
and certainly not fair, to turn this into a good/bad, black/white
thing. But yes, I DO represent one of the parties, and the competition is
for the souls of those nine boys that you've come to know, and, honestly,
for your own."

"C'mon," I said. "You're expecting a lot from me, telling me you're the
Dev- well, someone collecting souls. That's something out of a scary
movie."

"You were in love with Jeremy, before," he said. "You'd never had sex with
another male, certainly not with young boys, but you fucked, and sucked,
each and every one of those boys, in your `dream'," he continued. "It was a
dream, and it wasn't a dream. What you see around you, is a dream, and it
isn't a dream." This was getting awfully deep for me, if I were to believe
him.

"But, your perception of that which is around you, is irrelevant. You must
focus on those boys.  For your role in this dream, and in those to follow,
is to save them."

"Save them?" I asked. "How am I supposed to save them?"

"I KNEW you'd finally ask something intelligent, if I stuck with it long
enough," he said, rolling his eyes, still incongruously naked and dripping
with cum.

"These boys are all doomed, if nothing changes. Doomed to lives of
desperation, and eventually degradation, disease and death - death of the
soul." He paused.

"Nice alliteration," I said. He grinned.

"Thanks. They tell me I'm good with words," he said. "Anyway, each of the
boys is gay. But they don't KNOW that they're gay. And each of them lives
in a world where gayness is, well, call it a `mortal sin'. And the result
of that will be, um, you remember, the `desperation, degradation, disease
and death' thing."

"Your job now, over the next two weeks, inside of their, and your dreams,
is to introduce them to their true natures, one by one, ease them into an
honest appraisal of their natures - self lies will be their deaths, you
MUST remember that. And that will result in the loss of their souls, to the
forces of chaos, if you will."

"I was under the impression that YOU were `the forces of chaos,'" I said.

"That's why I told you not to get ahead of me, you cretin. It's not that
simple. I really DO want what's best for these boys, although most people
on this planet would condemn you for what you must do. Now, move on. As the
`chaperone' of these boys, over the next few weeks I will provide
opportunities for you to be alone with each boy in his dreams, as he will
be in yours, and for lack of a better term, to seduce him."

"Oh man", I said.

"Yes," he said. "I expect you to get to it as soon as possible. Oh, and I'm
going to make it interesting. I'm a BIG history fan." He stood up, pulled
up his pants, though his stomach and legs were covered with his own semen,
and left the room, not even looking back. I scratched my head in wonder.

I drew myself a hot bath, one of my favorite ways to relax, and lay back
enjoying the heat, feeling it loosen my knotted muscles. When I caught
myself dozing off, I knew I was ready for bed. I dried myself off, then
slipped between the cool sheets, and was asleep as soon as the pillowcase
pressed against my cheek.

Dreams - The Senator and the slave boy

I found myself in a large marble lined room, lit by some sort of lamps, and
covered with large thick carpets, and several couches that looked like
futons or divans of some sort. There were about a dozen other men in the
room, in various stages of dress, and about 20 or so young boys.  Very
young boys. I was dressed in a white toga with a crimson color border, as
were many of the men - the ones that still had clothes on. It looked like I
was in a Roman orgy, perhaps around the time of Julius Caesar.

All of the boys, those still clothed, were wearing plain white dress-like
garments. It was easy to see they had no underwear on, as the garments
ended at about the bottom of their ass cheeks.  Most of the boys were busy
with the men, and my cock sprung up stiffly looking at them, and what they
were doing. But I noticed one boy standing off to the side, looking
confused. I looked more closely at the boy - it was "Kevin," one of the
boys from the cast. He saw me, and gave a small cry, then ran to me.

"Jeff, it's me, Kevin. Where are we?" he asked, clinging to me.

"Unless I miss my guess, it's a Roman orgy," I said.

"What's an orgy? And why are we here?" he asked. His body felt nice pressed
against mine. I couldn't tell him why we were there, as Sybilious had told
me that revealing "the dreams" to the boys in the cast would condemn
them. I was there to save them.

"I think we're here to learn," I said. "And I don't think we'll be able to
leave until we do. I think this is a shared dream. You're dreaming it, safe
in your bed back in the hotel, and so am I. Here, sit on my lap," I said,
"and watch these people, and ask me questions about things you don't
understand."

As I lay back on the divan, he hopped up on my thighs, his bare bottom warm
against me. "What are they doing?" he asked, pointing at a man of about 25
who had a boy kneeling in front of him, and one behind him.

"Um, the boy in front is sucking on the man's penis, his cock, and the boy
behind is licking his ass," I said. Kevin wriggled around on my legs.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because the man wants them to," I said. "It feels good to have a man, or
boy, put his mouth on your cock. And it also feels nice to have a man, or
boy, kiss and lick your bottom."

"Oh!" he said in a surprised voice, then he was silent for a moment.

"It feels nice when I touch myself with my hand," Kevin volunteered. He
looked at me winsomely. "Y'know, here," he said, pointing at his lower
belly. "I guess it would feel even better if somebody's mouth was on
there. How would somebody's hand feel? I mean, somebody else's...not me?"
he asked, momentarily forgetting about the male-male sex going on around us
as he became absorbed in our conversation.

"Well, like this," I said, slipping my right arm around his fabric-covered
hip, and gently stroking the underside of his small ball sack. His balls
were hot and the skin covering them wrinkled and loose, quickly
goose-pimpling from my touch, his sack only finely haired.

"Wow," he said. "That feels REALLY good," he said. "Don't stop, please," he
whispered. "My penis feels really good, too," he said, breathing more
heavily. "But what about the boy behind him?" he asked, returning to the
events around us. By now, nearly everyone else was naked - it was as though
they couldn't see us, or were just absorbed in what they were doing.

And THAT involved all sorts of combinations of one or more boys on each
man. Men licking boy cocks, boys sucking men's fat dicks, boys with their
tongues inside of men's hairy ass holes, men with their mouths on boys'
hairless holes, hands frigging hard dicks, boys and men kissing - I was
hard, and found it so much easier to go through with the task Sybilious had
created for me - one of many.

"The boy behind him is kissing the man's ass, and it looks like he's
probably licking his ass hole, too."

"Eww," Kevin commented. "That's where poop comes out - I wouldn't want to
smell poop."

"No, neither would I," I said. "But what if the, um, poop hole was really
clean? You know, like when you get out of the bath tub." Kevin thought
about that.

"Well, maybe," he said. "Oooh!" He wriggled against me with pleasure. I
hadn't removed my fingers from his warm ball sack. As a matter of fact, I'd
been stroking my fingertips over him there, and now I moved my fingers to
his small, smooth and hot cock. It was most definitely hard.

"Have you ever thought about touching another boy, or even a man?" I
asked. Sybilious had said that all of the boys in my dreams were gay, and
that my task was to reconcile them to their inclinations. It seemed strange
that Kevin knew nothing of the orgy he had already been involved in, at
least, in MY memory.

Kevin looked at me seriously. I thought he'd answer, but he turned back to
look at the crowd of men and boys, seriously but happily entangled, and
moaning loudly. "What are THEY doing?"  he asked, pointing at a man sliding
his cock deep inside a writhing boy's ass.

"Um, he's fucking him," I said. "In the ass."

"Doesn't that hurt?" he asked.

"Yeah, it could, definitely," I said. "But...sometimes guys, boys or men,
WANT it to hurt, or they want to feel a man, or boy, taking them that way,
or they just want the rush you get from getting fucked there."

"But how can it feel good if it hurts?" he asked.

"I dunno, maybe I'm the wrong guy to ask, because I've never had a really
big cock up my ass," I said sheepishly. Then I realized what I'd
said. Kevin leaped on it.

"YOU'VE HAD a cock inside you? You're gay?" he said. I was at a loss for
words, I figured I'd scare him off. That showed how little I knew.

"That's wonderful!" he said. It looked like things might be easier than I'd
thought at first.

"You mean you're interested in having sex with another boy or...a man?" I
asked, holding my breath.

"Uh, no, no, I don't think so. It's just, um, interesting, I guess," he
said. This time HE sounded sheepish.

"You like feeling a man touching your balls, and your cock," I pointed out.

"Yeah, that's true," he said, thoughtfully.

"I guess I'd better stop," I teased him.

"NO! Um, no. I like it. I'd like you to do it more," he whispered, then
leaned back against my body, his small weight warm and moving against my
hard chest. He sighed. "I've...I've thought about what it would be
like...." he began.

"Being with another guy?" I said, as his hair teased my cheek. His body
smelled sweet and fresh.

He nodded, his head pressing against my shoulder now. I heard his breath
catch. "Is it wrong?"  he asked. "They're doing it, and they certainly look
happy." That was an understatement. One group of two boys and an adult male
featured the man between the two boys. The man's hard cock was sliding in
and out of one boy's tight, pink ass hole, flattening the boy's plump,
round butt cheeks with his thighs as he banged rhythmically into the boy's
hot ass.

The boy being fucked so deeply had his head thrown back, and it didn't
appear to be because of pain, but rather intense feelings of pleasure that
flashed across his pretty face, the pleasure of being fucked by a man's big
cock. When the man paused his rough attack on the cute little bottom, to
lean forward to kiss the boy, the boy responded enthusiastically, his
tongue spearing into the man's mouth, in a tiny mimic of the man's cock
spearing in and out of his ass. The boy's small cock was hanging down
between his legs, uncircumcised of course, but hard, the small, plump head
nearly out from behind the sheath. His balls rocked back and forth as the
man banged into him.

Meanwhile, the second boy, older than the first, slim but more muscular,
was crouching behind the man, his longer and bigger dick ramming into the
man's hole, hidden by his hairy ass cheeks.  This boy, too, had his head
thrown back in pleasure, the pleasure of splitting another male's tight
hole with his adolescent cock.

I turned my attention back to Kevin, though I had been vividly aware of his
body against mine as we both watched the orgy before us. I brought my
fingers to his cheeks, to stroke them gently, as his back was turned to
me. To my surprise, his cheeks were wet, warm, streaming fluid. "What the-"
I exclaimed. I gripped his shoulders and turned him around to face me. He
was light, just like a small rag doll.

Kevin was crying, hot tears running down his sweet face. "What's wrong?" I
asked, my heart skipping a beat. I pulled him to me, his breathing ragged,
his breath hot on my neck.

"I, I, want to, to....I want to make love to a man!" he gasped out. I
brought his face to mine, gazing into his lovely blue eyes. He looked down
to my lips, parted and expectant, then up into my eyes. After a moment, his
eyes drifted back down to my mouth again. I realized that my breathing,
too, was ragged and excited, and slowly our faces came together, lips
joining in the most natural way, an expression of love and affection
between a man and boy.

His young lips were warm and soft, and pressed excitedly against my own,
his breath entering my mouth almost instantly, two people breathing as
one. My tongue instinctively sought out his mouth, spearing into him in a
simulation of the fucking we'd been watching. Kevin sighed into my mouth,
his tense body melting against mine. I became acutely aware that his cock,
still quite hard, was pressing into me, as I'm sure Kevin felt my larger,
thicker dick pushing into his stomach.

He giggled, and his small hand sought its way through the folds of my toga,
finally penetrating through to my nakedness underneath, his fingers
struggling to grasp around my thick pole. He gasped. "It's so HOT!" he
whispered, as his lips left mine, his hot, strawberry-scented breath racing
across my cheek. "And BIG!" I growled into his ear, licking the small
convolutions of his ear, and he giggled madly again. "That tickles!" he
protested, though he made no move to get away.

I slipped my hands under his shift, which barely covered his boyish ass as
he lay on top of me, and my hands caressed and grasped his tight, round ass
cheeks. Perfectly warm, smooth and round, like two ripe melons, I knew I
wanted to worship that ass, and that I would. "I'm going to make love to
you, Kevin" I whispered into his now wet ear, and I felt the small nod of
his head, with his long, straight hair rubbing against my neck.

"Okay," he whispered, almost imperceptibly. Perhaps he was giving himself
permission, even more than to me. I kissed him again, passionately and
reassuringly, then picked him up in my hands, his 100 pounds or so not much
of a burden, then lay him on his back on the divan, his legs splaying apart
as he fell gently to the fabric, his taut 5" dick standing up proudly for
me.

"How old are you, Kevin?" I asked.

"13...well, I'll be 13 in a few months," he said, his eyes darting to
mine. He was still a year or two from fully entering adolescence, but it
was clear that he was already experiencing the throes of sexual
interest. He looked relieved when I smiled back at him.

"You're very beautiful, Kevin," I said. "I think we're together in this
dream, so that you can discover how you want to live your life. Would you
like me to help you with that?" His body was slim and smooth, lovely, pale
complexion, with rosy cheeks and a smattering of freckles across his
nose. His 5" prick stood up straight, with all the vigor of youth, his two,
full balls pulled up underneath his rod. A small, dark ush adorned his
crotch. His dick pulsed with his heart beat, and a small bit of moisture
filled the small slit at the head of it.

"Please, yes Jeff, only please don't hurt me!" A small worried look fled
across his face.

"I would never hurt you, darling," I whispered, sitting next to him on the
divan. Our hips touched warmly, and he touched my leg with his hand,
smiling. I untied the rough, heavy thread holding his shift open, and it
fell away, exposing his entire naked body to me. From his neck, down his
chest, with its adornments of pale, pink nipples, to his stomach, still
showing a small bit of baby fat, his belly button clean and attractively
kissable, to the naked, small bush at the vee of his groin, centered with
his beautiful young prick and balls, a small gleam of moisture at its tip,
and his slim, divergent thighs, pale and hairless, leading to the sweetest
boy legs, carved by the physical exertions of a playful boy.

I kissed his sweet, red lips, plump and moist, our breath joining once
again, and he groaned with pleasure. His hot breath raced out of his
nostrils and over my cheeks, as he became more excited.  Then I broke our
kiss, his head raising up slightly as he sought to stay connected with
me. With a small mew of disappointment on his face, I kissed my way down
his body, my tongue anxious to taste him everywhere. My lips fastened on
his tender young nipples, sucking each lightly, and I heard him groan with
pleasure, and his fingers intertwined in my hair as he expressed his
pleasure with me by his touch.

His nipples were rough and thicker than the skin of his chest, but still
small and sensitive nonetheless. He arched his back upwards as electrical
sensations coursed through his small frame. "Oooh!" he groaned, his hips
rocking from side to side, as the sexual electricity running from his cute
young nipples, ran unerringly to his stiff young dick."Oh god, it feels so
NICE!" he exclaimed, and I thought his orgasm probably wasn't far
off. Still, I wanted to bring him as much pleasure as I could in this
dream.

I kissed my way down his stomach, with its slight bulge of baby fat, to his
inny belly button. It was clean and fresh smelling, like the rest of his
small body, and I tickled it with the tip of my tongue. Kevin giggled and
wriggled around as I touched him there, and tried to push my head
away. "That tickles too much!" he exclaimed, and I relented. He settled
down and his fingers returned to my hair, guiding me down his body.

I continued down his slim frame, his hips in their boyish vee, guiding me
to his hot groin and his erect cock. I held the 5" beauty at its base,
between two fingers, and lowered my mouth over his circumcised head,
swallowing the hot, plump, pulsing head between my lips, swirling my tongue
around the velvet covering his hardness.

"Unnghhh!" Kevin articulated mindlessly, as his orgasm washed over him, and
his body thrashed about the divan. "Ohhh!! My peter feels so good!" I
chuckled inwardly at the term. His exclamations were quickly followed by
several small spurts of his cum, gooey on my tongue, tasting both salty and
sweet as I savored it in my mouth, still licking and sucking on his hard
little shaft.

I slowed my oral pleasuring of the boy's cock, as his sensitivity
increased, and soon was kissing his groin at the base of his slowly
softening penis, and stroking the underside of his ball sack, my fingers
randomly traveling further along the underside of that warm flesh. I wanted
to taste his ass hole before I was through, and I remembered that he had
been very interested in eating an anus in my first dream, the one where the
boys had engaged in an orgy with me. It was obvious, judging by Kevin's
actions, that he knew nothing of that dream, particularly as it reflected
knowledge and interests I was instructed to give the boys.

Reflexively, Kevin pulled his feet up, as his lower legs had been hanging
off the divan, until his feet were flat on the cushion, his knees
bent. This exposed the intimate crease between his legs, and I could even
see part of the dark brown pucker guarding his little anus. My mouth
watered at the thought of licking him there. I was all set to dive in, when
he spoke lazily, "Could I do you?"

"You mean, suck my dick?" I asked, surprised. He nodded his head, and
smiling shyly.

"Only don't try to put it all in, okay? Those men's dicks are really big,
and even if those boys can do it, I don't think I can. Least, not yet." He
grinned, and I returned the smile. I began undoing my toga, reminiscent of
the garb worn by the Roman senators on `Rome', which I'd followed on HBO. I
swore at the difficulty of getting myself naked before this cute young boy,
and his beautiful mouth.

I dragged it all off, and stood there naked. I'd been so wrapped up in
getting it off, that I missed the widening of Kevin's eyes at seeing my 8"
cock, standing at full staff. "I don't think I could do that," Kevin
warbled. "It's too big!"

"Why don't you try just taking the head into your mouth?" I said, showing
him just the swollen knob, by wrapping my fingers just under the head.

"Okay," he said, rising up on his elbows. I knelt by his head, offering my
dick to him, his mouth opening tentatively to accept it.

"Try to keep your teeth covered by your gums when it's in your mouth," I
said. "Penises are REALLY sensitive when teeth touch `em." I was speaking
from my experience with girlfriends, as the boys in my orgy dream had been
more experienced than I was finding them now. His lips felt velvety smooth
on my cock head, and once the purple head of my dick was in his mouth, he
started sucking on it, like it was a straw! "`Cock sucking' is just an
expression, Kevin," I said.  "You can just lick and kiss it, and that'll be
fine."

He took my cock out of his mouth. "I really want to do it right for you,"
he said. I really got off on him looking up at me so submissively, with my
cock in his hand, and I told him how hot he'd look with his mouth on my
dick, looking up at me, so he popped it back into his mouth, and did a
credible job of sucking cock. And sure enough, every time he looked up at
me with the shaft of my dick sticking out of his cute, boy mouth, I nearly
came!

Well, as you can imagine, having your dick in a cute boy's mouth is pretty
much stimulation enough - it's not like he has to be a pro at sucking
cock. I felt the undeniable urge to cum, and I didn't want to upset him by
flooding his mouth with my semen, so I pulled out of his mouth. He looked
hurt at first, as though he thought he'd done something wrong, but when I
quickly explained that I wanted him to see my cum shoot out simply because
he was so sexy, he was mollified.

I told him to cup his hand under my dick head as I jerked myself off, and
soon four quite large jets of white, sticky man cum filled his palm, a pool
of musky, bleachy smelling jizz. Kevin's eyes grew large as saucers as he
watched the loads come out in rapid succession, and he looked down at the
sauce musingly. I wondered how he'd handle it, when he made a decision on
his own, and began lapping at the glossy puddle of sperm with his pink
little tongue, then lapping it more eagerly after he considered the taste
for a few moments.

When he cleaned off most of his small hand, he looked up at me and said,
"Please sir, could I have some more?" Of course, having read the script, he
knew that was the catch phrase of the commercial we would be filming in
real life, and I laughed, then gathered his naked body in my arms, our bare
skin in full contact. I hugged him for all he was worth, that sweet little
boy.

I persuaded him to get onto his hands and knees on the divan, promising him
"one more lesson."  He did so eagerly, and I separated his perfect, round
ass cheeks, revealing his sweet little ass hole, one I had lusted after. It
pulsed open and closed a few times, and I kissed him gently there, my lips
fitting to his ass pucker, and sliding my tongue inside him as far as I
could, then lying down next to him, his small body in my arms, and we both
fell asleep.

I woke up in my hotel room, alone, the next morning, and prepared myself
for what the day would bring.

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