Date: Fri, 23 May 2014 03:52:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: David-A Boys' Story 7

It was so delicious waking up with the awesome young boy in my arms, I
didn't want to move for fear of waking him but soon found he was already
awake.

"How long have you been awake baby," I asked, kissing him on the neck.

"Oh I dunno," he answered hugging my arm a little tighter, "half an hour. I
didn't want to disturb you, besides, I know that I will have to share you
with everyone else soon and I wanted a little more time with you by
myself."  Not only was he adorably cute, he seemed to be a bit of a
romantic as well. I found it all very sweet and quite unusual. I mean,
fuck, he was only eleven. But what the fuck, I was only thirteen.

I rolled him over, gave him a long deep kiss then pulled him up out of the
bed, not oblivious to his hard little dick, and headed for the shower. We
soaped and lathered and laughed, he commented on how cool my shower was, I
got him to cum and then we headed out, dried, dressed and went downstairs
for breakfast.  Dom and Franklin were almost finished with their meal and
both greeted us warmly. It was a cardinal rule to never discuss our sexual
experiences or the prior evening at any meal in the house because some
guests may not approve of the situation. Aside from that, it wasn't in good
taste, as it were. Judging from the look on Dom's face though, his evening
with Franklin was similar to the one that Nikki and I had spent together
although I would bet that the intensity of feeling, and maybe even love,
from our room far surpassed theirs.

That night Misha joined us and that experience was also filmed. The bed got
a little crowded at times, what with four boys going at each other but we
did manage somehow. Dom was quite taken with Misha so I got to spend a
majority of time with Nikki. During the course of the evening though, every
one kissed, sucked, licked, and slurped on everyone else. We managed a suck
chain, everyone sucking a cock at the same time. Misha and Dom both worked
Nikki over while I fucked him, one having his pretty little cock in their
mouth and his mouth over the other's ones cock then we did the same to Dom
while Misha fucked him.

Misha and I fucked the twins while they lay side by side on the bed, close
enough to kiss, as were Misha and I. The twins fucked Misha and me but
their dicks were still too little to create a lot of feeling. Those two
deliriously beautiful boys were insatiable but Misha and I seemed more than
capable of being able to manage their newly discovered sexual energy, the
two of us expending what seemed like, quarts of sperm before the night was
out. We went into the room about seven and when Misha and I finally fell
into my bed, it was two in the morning.  We did have a food break about
eleven o'clock. Sexually busy boys need energy and Nathan brought us a
variety of odds and ends to nibble on along with ice cold milk.

I got to spend more time alone with Nikki, making it all the more difficult
for us both when they finally left three days later. The twins would come
back to the ranch the following year and by then both boy's cocks had
matured into nice sized weapons that no longer shot blanks. Nikki and I
still had serious hots for each other, and when he fucked me, unloading his
boy sperms inside me, it was unbelievable. In fact, Nikki and I remained
friends and part time lovers for many years and when Dom died in a skiing
accident before their twenty first birthday, Nikki lived with me and Cody
for about 4 months while we nursed him through his grief. But all of that
is another story, or two.

Franklin was quite grateful to me for allowing the film to be made, John as
ecstatic. I came away from the experience with my stocks tripled plus a new
one, five more little gold bars in another beautiful wooden case, my
account expanded by eighteen thousand dollars and, partnered with the
twins, owner of a beach rental property in Barbados. That was just from
Franklin and John. The other two guests who were present during the whole
thing anted up another ten thousand. I heard from Andy that the two of them
came no less than six times during the first night's action and walked
bowlegged out of the viewing room pledging to Franklin that they would be
more than happy to provide a home for the twins if it ever became
necessary.


I spent thanksgiving alone with Anthony. I learned more about his life, his
childhood spent partially in Switzerland, his love of art and attempt at
being an artist, and subsequent life spent as a high powered art dealer. I
asked Andy to make a copy of the video with the twins for Anthony because I
knew he would love it, and knew it was safe in his possession.  I did not
go past my old house, did not try to look up my mother.

Andy, Anthony, Misha and I spent Christmas through new year's day in
Cancun, Mexico which was a blast. We had gotten our passport some months
before, Andy thinking it might come in handy at some point in
time. Although Misha and I scoped out some way cute dark skinned boys, we
didn't try to pick up on any of them. I met the man who owned the jet, and
the condo in Hawaii so now knew who the Mr. Bill was that Alika had
referred to.  Bill DeMarc was quite a handsome gentleman about Andy's age
and was in Cancun partially for the holidays but also to discuss business
with Andy. He said that he heard that we had met Alika and kind of
chuckled.

"That boy is something else, destined for great things I am sure. Oh, by
the way" he added, "what was your impression of the sketches of you I had
placed in the condo?"  I told him I was quite impressed and that they
seemed to have been displayed well. He quite pleased to hear that.

That winter I learned to ski as well as snowboard and although I wasn't
much of a "skater" I sure took to the snowboard.  Since the ranch has such
wide open fields and we got plenty of snow, I also had lots of opportunity
to use our ski mobiles. Those are pretty fun too.

That winter didn't produce anything spectacular in the way of guests or
adventures.  It's not that I didn't have fun, I did, just nothing worth
telling. Misha and I continued to be lovers or boyfriends or whatever you
want to call us and enjoyed each other's company a lot.  I invested fifteen
thousand into stocks, about half in technology and half in pharmaceuticals,
and continued to watch my other investments grow as well. Along those
lines, I did meet a guest who was into precious metals and gems and after a
particularly fulfilling weekend, he gifted me with some uncut stones which
spurred me to begin collecting those as well. Of course I didn't really
have a clue about any of that stuff. I left it up to my broker and a few
other people that Andy recommended.

Winter left us and Spring sprung.  On spring break Andy and I flew the twin
to California to trade it in on a new plane. We stayed with the attorney
guy named Chamberlain, got chauffeured around in the Rolls and generally
had a fun time before flying back home in the new plane. I learned quite a
bit on that trip and got to fly a good chunk of it. Andy decided to hire a
private instructor for me and before school was back in session I was
taking lessons.

I also did a photo shoot for a major clothing line, which I can't name here
for obvious reasons, showing a new line targeting young teenage boys. The
cool thing about it was that they flew me to various parts of the country,
first class of course. I also banked twenty five thousand dollars, made
some new and influential contacts and I fucked another way cute boy model.

His name was Jamahl, he was Puerto Rican, fourteen, a rich brown color,
huge dark eyes with lashes so long I though he would fall forward from
being out of balance. His hair was long and parted down the middle, grazing
his shoulders. Because it was bobbed and not layered it was in ringlets
almost. Fuck me running was he ever cute and did he ever have a nice
body. About an inch or so taller than me, well defined, firm smooth chest
and abs and although the most I ever saw him undressed was in boxers, he
looked like he might have a pretty big cock. I noticed him watching me
between clothing changes so I began watching him too. After a few days of
working together, he said that he had seen the European magazine with me
and another blonde boy in it and said that the way it was shot made us look
like boyfriends. I didn't detect any meanness in his voice so I looked him
in the eye and said,

"Well, we weren't when we did that shoot, but we did become lovers not long
afterwards. Have been for almost a year now." His mouth kind of dropped
open at my honesty.  We talked a lot after that, during breaks, meals and
things. After dinner one night in my room, he asked me what it was like
being with another boy.

"There is nothing to compare it to" I told him. "It's so great knowing that
someone loves you and cares about you, I imagine just like if it was a
girlfriend."

`No" he said, "I mean being with a boy, you know, like playing with his
thing, kissing, sucking, or whatever stuff boys do." We were standing on
the balcony of my room, looking out on the city lights of Chicago. I turned
to him, and he looked at me, and I leaned in and kissed him softly on the
lips then leaned back, our faces still very close. I had taken him by
surprise so he had not really responded to me. I leaned back in and kissed
him again, this time a little longer, moving my lips a little more. He
responded by kissing me back, putting a hand lightly on my shoulder as if
to balance himself.  When we broke, he whispered,

"Mmmmmm, that was really nice, I think I like that." I leaned back toward
him and kissed him again this time my hand was holding the back of his
head, the other rubbing his back, and eventually sneaking underneath the
shirt he was wearing and rubbing on his soft warm dark skin. He held me
right back, putting passion into the kiss, and when I touched my tongue to
his teeth, he opened his mouth to allow me access. Jamahl's breathing was
becoming faster, low moans sneaking out of his throat and his body had
pressed up against mine.

I broke this kiss, our faces still close, I kissed him again, and again,
quick little kisses with eyes open. He smiled at me, his teeth literally
sparkling in contrast to his brown skin as he kissed back.

"Do you want to find out more about what it's like to be with a boy," I
asked softly. He nodded his head so I took him by the hand and went back
into the hotel room. Our rooms were not the standard hotel rooms but were
suites and had separate living room and bedrooms, the bath being off the
bedroom. Once in the room, I turned to him and kissed him another quick
peck, then put my hands on his chest and started unbuttoning his dress
shirt. I kissed his neck, he shivered and moaned. I slipped my hand inside
his now open shirt and rubbed his firm belly, moving up to his equally firm
chest to rub and tweak on a nipple, which hardened almost instantly in my
fingers. He moaned some more and when I licked and blew in his ear he
started to shake.

I tugged the shirt off and lowered my lips to his chest and licked on a
firm brown nipple before sucking it into my mouth. Jamahl uttered his first
gasp. One hand was behind his back, rubbing gently on it, the other on his
hip, giving me balance. I slipped the one hand inside that back of his
waistband and felt his firm ass from outside his underwear. While
continuing to suckle him, I glanced down to see the front of his pants
bulging, his hard teenage cock trying to escape. The hand on his hip
slipped to the front and rubbed on his bulge, causing a louder moan to
escape his lips. I moved to the other nipple, causing it to match its hard
little twin. Jamahl's hands were on the back of my head, rubbing it,
running his fingers through my hair.

The pants he was wearing were elastic banded, snap and zipper. I popped the
snap and lowered the zipper and slid my hand inside and found his big cock
immediately. And it was big, maybe even bigger than mine, I wouldn't know
until I actually saw it but I knew it wasn't a small one. I squeezed on his
tight flesh through his boxers, causing more moans. I pushed the pants down
far enough where gravity took over for me and lowered myself to my knees,
my face directly in front of the missile that was making his boxers stick
out a mile. Still gripping it, I found where the head was and brought my
mouth to it, wrapped my lips on it and blew hot breath through the cloth.

I kept that up while a hand snaked up under the leg his underwear and found
his balls, big balls, big smooth soft balls, as big as mine, balls. His
knees buckled slightly at this newest intrusion, if in fact intrusion is
what it was. I stood up, led him to the bedroom by his big hard cock and
laid him down on the end of the king sized bed, his feet on the floor. I
slipped my fingers in the waistband of his underwear and pulled gently
downward, Jamahl lifting his slender butt to help me. And it was freed, a
dark brown anaconda laying on his belly past his belly button. God what a
magnificent cock. Now I understood what people thought when they saw mine
for the first time and why they were so attracted to it.

In a race, our two hard boy cocks, would be head to head, so to
speak. Jamahl's was long and uncut, thick, veined, with a head as big as a
young boy's closed fist. His big fat hairless balls hung lazily between
dusky legs, also devoid of hair. I slowly undressed in front of him and
when I dropped my underwear, his mouth did like wise. I am sure that the
thoughts going through his head were the same as what went through mine
when I saw his cock, stickin out like a fishing pole from my slender body.

"Gosh David," he said in awe, "your cock is as big as mine is I think" and
he stood up right in front of me.

"Fuck, we could practically duel with these things" I was thinkin as we
stood close together, our cocks standing up leaning against each other. It
was difficult to tell without a measuring tape but the two hunks of teenage
boy flesh looked pretty much the same size. We walked over to a mirror and
looked at our reflections side by side. It almost seemed unnatural, and I
spose it was, two slender young teen boys with huge cocks. Jamahl had more
hairs that I did, with a little trail starting up to his belly button,
where mine was still a nice neat little patch, which I intended to keep by
using a razor.

I dropped to my knees and began licking on the fat head, lapping up the
precum that was leaking out the slit, before taking the head into my
mouth. I suckled on it, causing Jamahl to begin moaning again. I tried to
suck some of his thick shaft into my mouth but could take a small amount of
it. Still in all, it tasted really good, and since the dark skinned boy had
never had his big cock sucked, it was all good for him. I licked down the
underside of his cock to the set of peaches hanging at the base and I
hefted and lightly squeezed them before washing them with my tongue for a
half minute before standing up. I kissed him again, deep, tongue searching,
open mouthed, before leading him back to the bed and lying down next to
him.

Jamahl wanted to touch me like I touched him, and reach out to feel my
dick, to squeeze on it, to heft up my fat balls as I had done to his. All
the while he was sort of whispering to himself and I caught things like,
wow, oh man, so thick, and things along those lines. He stroked on me a
little bit before asking if I shot very much cum and how far it went.  I
told him maybe we could shoot, take a shower, then come back in and
play. He thought that was a good idea so we lay on the bed, turned in to
each other, stroking each others huge fat cock. I stopped and grabbed the
lube from the nightstand and dumped some on both our cock heads then
gripped his and squeezed and twisted my fist around it, spreading the goo
and creating feelings in Jamahl that I don't think he had ever felt
before. I leaned into his face and kissed him as I softly battered his cock
head until his moans got much louder and his breathing so much faster.

"Oh hell, I'm gonna cum David, I'm gonna squirt my cum, oh man," he moaned
out at me. I moved off the head and just stroked him, feeling that big
stick of flesh get bigger in my hand before the thick head erupted in a
geyser of foaming cum. "AAAAHhhhhhhhhhhhh" he said, thrusting his slim hips
in the air, as jet after jet after jet flew out of the end of his garden
hose to his chin, his nipples, his neck, and finally slowing to a mere slow
drizzle onto his upper belly. God that boy could make sperm. His fat balls
must be working overtime making the creamy white goo which looked all that
much whiter against his dark skin. It was hot as hell watching him so I
scooped up some of his sperms and went to work on myself, mauling my
swollen cock head with his cum and lube until I felt the familiar tingle.

"Oh man, oh god, oh fuck, uuuuuggggggggghhhhh" I moaned. I quickly got to
my knees and stroked my shaft causing it to fire its load out onto Jamahl's
taut belly mixing with his sperm. It kept on firing, a total of five times
until I just oozed out of my swollen red cock head.  Jamahl watched the
show intently, his big dark eyes riveted on my cock until I finally slowed
down and stopped, my breath coming in ragged gulps almost. I finally got my
breath back and we looked in each others eyes and laughed. I threw a leg
over his body then laid on top of him, our cocks side by side between us
and our young cum mixing together on our bodies. I ground my hips a little,
then humped on him, our quart of cum providing plenty of lube for the
movement.

"This is a fun way to cum too Jamahl, maybe we can try it before we go
home. He put his arms around my waist and said,

"That was so awesome David, thank you so much. I think that doing anything
sexy with you will be fun." I kissed him again and said,

"Then let's go take a shower and I will show you lotsa fun sexy things and
got up off the bed, pulling Jamahls hand then leading him to the shower.

I showed him shower games and soaping and thoroughly cleaning another
boy. I showed him spots on his body that he didn't know existed, at least
not as "hot spots."  When I washed his tight puckered ass hole I thought he
was gonna fall to the shower floor. His dark snake penis stayed hard all
through the whole thing and when it was his turn to wash me, he did a very
credible job.

"I can't get over how huge your cock is David" he said while soapin `n
strokin me. "Not all that many people have seen mine but the look they get
when they do..." and his voice trailed off. "Of course I haven't seen many
others either" he added, "but I have seen enough to know that mine is
pretty huge for a young boy and seeing yours makes me feel a little more
normal. For awhile I thought I was a freak or something. What's it feel
like to have a boys cock in your ass David, I have always wondered that."

I explained that it depended on lots things but when a cock as big as his
or mine first goes into a boy, it generally hurts. "That depends too
though" I added, "on how good your butt as been prepped up and how hot you
are. When I am with a boy, I put a finger in first and fuck him with that,
then I use two, then maybe even three. I have already licked and sucked and
slurped and tried my best to get him hot so by the time I have fingers in
him, he begs for me to fuck him. When a boy gets that hot, it doesn't hurt
nearly as much and the hurt goes into feeling good pretty fast." I told him
I had fucked quite a few boys and one or two men so had it down pretty
good.

By now he had rinsed me all off and he hugged his slippery dark body to
mine and kissed me a few quick pecks and said, "I think I want you to fuck
me David. Maybe not tonight but before we finish this shoot I want this
inside me" and at that point he reached between us and gripped onto my rock
hard dick and squeezed it.  I told him I figured that could be arranged and
kissed him back. Then I asked him if his chaperone would let him sleep in
my room for the rest of the shoot. He said he didn't know but since the man
was his father's employee, he, Jamahl, would order it and the man could do
nothing about it but complain to Jamahls father, which Jamahl doubted he
would do. The dark skinned beauty came from a wealthy family whose
patriarch was a somewhat strict employer. Jamahl was an only child whom his
father doted on so had been fairly sheltered most of his life, and although
he was given almost anything he wanted, Jamahl wasn't spoiled in that he
didn't take advantage. He was, as they say, a nice boy. And gorgeous.

I, on the other hand, never traveled with a chaperone. Andy knew fuckin a
well I could take care of myself in most ways. I had been studying Aikido
and weapons with him almost since day one so physical protection was not an
issue and he trusted me not to put myself in situations where I needed to
use my training. He also trusted my judgment in other areas. I guess you
would say I was much older than my years when it came down to it.

Oh sure, when I was out in public there were always chaperone's, or
bodyguards, call em what you will but once the day was done I was on my
own, and I liked it that way. Sometimes I would go to dinner with a
magazine or clothing line executive, sometimes I would have dinner in the
hotel dining room and sometimes I would order it sent up. Once, Robin
Williams and I ran into each other in the elevator headed down to
dinner. He remembered me from California so we ended up having dinner
together which was pretty cool because other movies stars and famous people
came over to our table to say hello and I was introduced to them. A man who
Robin later said was a producer, gave me his card and said if I ever wanted
to be in movies to call him and he'd make me a star. After the guy left
Robin said that was probably true.  A photographer asked to take a picture
of us and was given permission. A few weeks later a friend at school was
all excited as she showed me a People Magazine with the picture in it. I
didn't like the way my hair looked.

Jamahl and I got out of the shower and dried off, helping each other of
course. We went back into the bedroom and were laying on the bed kissing
when the phone rang. It was for Jamahl so I handed it over and listened to
a torrent of Spanish after which he hung up. "Well that settles the
sleeping arrangements," he said. I smiled and we got back to kissing when
the phone rang again. It was Misha calling to see how I was doing. He asked
if I was with someone and I told him about Jamahl.

"You wouldn't believe it Misha," I said, "his cock is as big as mine and he
makes tons of boy sperms." Misha laughed and said I should take some
pictures so he could see what the boy looked like. We talked a little while
more, said our "I love you's" then hung up. Jamahl asked what Misha thought
about him being with another boy.

"He trusts me," I explained. "He knows I love him and its ok for me to be
sexy with another boy as long as I'm careful."  Jamahl had not taken his
hand off my swollen fat cock the whole time and gave it a little squeeze
then kissed me and said,

"Then let's be sexy."

I told him what Misha said and I asked him what he thought of me taking
some pictures of him, of us together with the digital camera Andy had
gotten me for Christmas. He thought about it for a minute and said it would
be ok on two conditions. One was that no actual prints be made or that they
be published or distributed in any way. Misha, or some other close friends
seeing them was ok but nothing more than that. I said that was fine as I
didn't want pictures of me floating around either.

"And the second condition" I asked.

He smiled his beautiful smile and said, "I get copies of everything before
we leave and the first condition applies to me too."

"Done" I answered back, giving his fat dark sausage a squeeze. So I got out
the camera and tripod and got it set up.  Jamahl and I posed for a bunch
ofs pictures over the next few days, among the good ones were us standing
side by side with soft and with hard cocks, us lying on our backs and
having just cum and our sperm all over the place, dueling dicks, and one
with us hard and precum pouring out of our cocks and stretched out almost
to the floor. Our cocks look like fishing poles. Overall I must have taken
two discs of pictures and Misha, Andy, and Anthony loved every one of
them. Even today I look at em every once in a while and am amazed at the
two slender young teen boys with man sized cocks. Hard to believe it's me
sometimes. I left the camera set up so we could take more pictures of us
being sexy.

Anyhow, after taking a few pictures we went back to bed to play, kissing,
and licking each other. I rolled him on his belly and licked his boy hole
which drove him crazy. I love doin it from behind a boy cause his balls are
hanging down right there and every boy I have ever been with is way
sensitive there so when I lick up and down there and in his hole and on his
soft balls well, he goes crazy and gets way hotness feelings and he gets em
way fast. Jamahl was no different, and from the moans and "oooohhhhh's" and
"mmmmm's" I guessed that he was gettin way hot from the feelings.

After feasting I rolled him over onto his back, marveling at the size of
him, the bag of man sized boy balls hanging between his smooth thighs. I
licked down there, nudging the sac out of the way and licking in the crease
of his leg and pubic bone. MMMmmmm so soft and delicious in there, and
sensitive too, judging from the wiggling that the virgin boy was doing. I
licked up his massive brown pole to the underside of his head and licked in
there. Precum was pooling on his upper belly and I rubbed his swollen cock
head in it then licked it off. Jamahl was moaning, and whispering my name,
his legs moving about from the feelings roaring through his body. I was on
his good side, the camera on the other so reached over and clicked a flick
of my tongue just barely touchin the fat head of his cock.

I moved farther up and suckled his nipple, my hand, covered with his
precum, squeezing and twisting softly on his cock head. His hand clasped my
head as I suckled him, my tongue licking his nipple nub as I sucked around
it.  "Stop," he whispered. "David stop or I'm gonna squirt."  And
everything stopped.

I laid up next to him and we kissed, deep, passionately. "I want to do
those things to you David cause if you keep doin it to me I'm gonna cum
again and I want to wait." Without further discussion he moved downward,
making a pit stop at my nipples and giving them plenty of attention, before
sliding south to the cock and balls that matched his, only in white of
course. He licked, he slurped, he sucked, he squeezed, while I moaned, I
groaned, I wiggled, and I squirmed. It wasn't that he was really good at
what he was doing, it was that I was his first. I was teaching him how to
be sexy with another boy and there is nothing like hands, or mouth on,
experience, and almost nothing that is as hot to me. Of course, I'm a good
teacher, and Jamahl was a fast learner.

He rolled me over and paid homage to my hole, licking and slurping and
trying to put his whole pink tongue inside me. His mouth traveled the white
path, from the underside of my fat smooth balls to my hole, and he missed
nothing in between or at either end and I got a good picture of his head
buried in my ass. I was hot, hot, hot, and it was time to fuck or be
fucked. I stopped his action, rolled over, pulled him up level with me and
wrapped him in a tight hug, kissed the shit out of him and said,

"Lover boy, I need to either have my cock inside you or your big cock
inside me, which would you prefer"

 "I think I want to have you go inside me David," he replied softly. "Are
you ok with that."  Ha, am I ok with that? I nodded my head yes before
attaching my lips to his once again in a tongue searching, mouth exploring
lip lock. I always keep lube and a towel close to my bed and being in a
hotel was no exception to that rule.

I lubed up some fingers then put my head next to the head of his large dark
flesh and extending my tongue out, licked the precum from it. My hand found
its way down under and I managed to slip one lubed finger inside his tight
virgin hole at the same time I swallowed his cock head. Jamahl gasped at
the feelings and it's anyone's guess which one caused the most sensation. I
slowly slid my finger in and out of ass, making sure I hit his little
prostate on each visit inside. Meanwhile, my mouth was working overtime on
his raging boy cock, applying sucking pressure to the fat head, sucking
down his shaft as far as I could go, pressing his cock into his firm flat
belly with my mouth and licking the underside of the head.

The dark skinned beauty was moaning and groaning like mad as I inserted
another finger into his delicious hole, stretching farther than it had
possibly ever been, at least from the outside going in.  I licked down the
length of his raging thick dusky shaft to the soft sac of eggs hanging
below. I licked and slurped on his smooth hairless bag, sucking his nuts
into my mouth and rolling them around. I knew that Jamahl would love that
and the goal was to get him as hot as a griddle before slipping my big pole
up inside his tender willing body. And hot he got. He was "oh man-ing" and
"Oh God-ing" all over the place as I worked my sexy magic on his untried
body.

I scooped up some precum from his belly and smeared it on the head of his
cock then began mauling it with my fist as I slipped a third finger inside
Jamahls ass. He yelped, and I stopped the finger movement to allow him to
adjust, while my other hand and my lips continued with their objective. I
slowly forced my finger up inside him until I hit his prostate and instead
of moving in and out, I ran my fingers back and forth across the sensitive
gland. That did it. The combination of my action on his fat dick head and
his prostate to Jamahl to the edge,

"OOOoohhhh god David," he whimpered "put your cock inside me, don't wait
anymore just put it in me David, oh god please." There are few things I
need a second invitation to and fucking a boy is one of them. I reached for
the lube, and while continuing my ministrations in Jamahl's ass, I managed
to pour some on my throbbing cock and smeared it all over. My fingers still
in place, I slowly maneuvered myself on my knees between his legs and got
my cock head in position before gently sliding my fingers out of him. As
soon as they cleared his hole I put my cock to it and pushed right in.

Jamahl jumped slightly at that but my fingers had done their job and
stretched his tight young hole enough so that my big cock wasn't as quite
much of a shock to his system as it could have been. I put my hands on his
under thighs just below the knees and watched as his hungry young body ate
up inch and inch of my hard boy cock.  Oh god how I love that sight, and
knowing it was Jamahl's first time made it even more hot. Soon there was no
more cock to see, only a small patch of light brown hair separating his ass
from my lower belly.

I brought his feet up straight in the air, legs against my chest and leaned
forward around them to place my hands on his dark firm chest. His eyes were
half open, lust chemicals zooming through his now, non virgin, body. I
smiled at him and slowly drew my cock out about 3 inches and went back
inside him, just as slowly. I continued that motion, coming out a little
bit further each time until my cock head was almost free from his grip
before plunging back inside his tight warm cave. And then I picked up
speed. Jamahl moaned louder, emitting sounds of "uuummpphh" and
"aaaannnngggghghhh" each time I drove my thick white pole back inside him.
I wished I had a video of that scene, my taking of Jamahl's virginity. It
was so, so awesome.

My tempo increased, as did the feelings roaring through my young teenage
body and soon I was driving into him, my big balls whacking against his
ass. Jamahl had his hand holding onto my forearms, his head rolling back
and forth as he moaned and groaned.

"oohhhh fuck David, ooooohhhh fuck David, ooohhhhh god, oh man ohhhh ohhhh
oohhh" he whimpered as I slammed into him. He reached in with one hand and
grasped onto his bouncing boy bone and began stroking it before realizing
that all he had to do was hold it, my fucking him made all the movement
necessary. And I was there. I couldn't hold out my longer, the pressure on
my young cock was terrific, the expression on Jamahl's face so erotic and
hot for me, and knowing that he was experiencing his first sperming from
getting fucked by another boy, was all too much. I felt the tingle start in
my balls, roar up the length of my shaft and erupt into this beautiful dark
skinned boy's young body

"Aaaaahhhhggggggghhhhhh" I grunted as I sprayed hot cum up inside Jamahl's
rectum. I felt jet after jet leave my body and enter his as he began his
orgasm, moaning and almost yelling as his cock also began spewing forth
globs of gooey white cum. I didn't see where the first jets went, but they
cleared his shoulder, the subsequent squirts ending up everywhere from his
chin to his upper belly where his cock ended. I slowed my motion, not
wanting to stop but knowing I must. I did what I love doing and this was
pulling him up onto my lap, driving my cock a little farther into his
ass. He moaned and wiggled a bit then kissed me with all the fire and
passion he could muster.

"Oh man David that was so awesome," he whispered to me. "Thank you so much
for making me feel so incredibly good." I told him that it was a pleasure
teaching him and an honor for me to be his first lover. We sat there
awhile, kissing and hugging and talking softly to each other. It was great,
and it was late.

I finally pulled out of his warm body and let him into the shower where we
cleaned each other off, more efficiently than playfully this time. We got
out, dried off, and crawled into bed huggling with each other and falling
asleep in each others arms. I woke once in the night and Jamahl was spooned
into me with my arm over his shoulder and held close to his chest. I smiled
and fell back asleep.

We had a few more days of shooting in a few more cities which meant that we
had a few more nights together before we went our separate ways. Jamahl
fucked me the next night and liked it but he said that he much rather
receive than give. So we did. In many different positions as well as
places, including the shower, a floor in the living room of our hotel room,
and once standing up on our darkened balcony. And I managed to get some
great flicks.  The day we finished shooting, a reporter from one of the
teen magazines did a little blurb on us and took a couple pictures. That
ended up coming back to haunt me. Before I left town I had the photos
converted to a disc and gave Jamahl a copy. He and I emailed to each other,
ended up doing another photo shoot together a year later, and we remain
close friends to this day. We visit fairly often, either at Cody's and my
place or Jamahl's in Puerto Rico, and we frequently do three ways with him,
but that's another story.