Date: Tue, 15 Apr 2008 05:44:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dimitri's Hustle

Another story of sex between an adult and a minor. If for some reason you
shouldn't be here then go, go, go. Otherwise enjoy the tale. There is
more to come.
Hugs
Tag_m



I was minding my own business. I was swinging. Yeah, as crazy as it
sounds I was sitting in a kids swing in a little neighborhood park and
swinging. I did that from time to time when I needed to ruminate or if I
just needed to let my own inner boy out to play. I'd always loved to
swing, had gotten my only broken bone, an arm, falling out of one when I
was six or maybe seven.

The park was across a small side street from a large oval track and both
were across an arterial street from a new middle school. Well, the school
wasn't really new but had been heavily remodeled in the past 3 years so
it looked new. While the track was used for the obvious reason, the
grassy center was used for soccer and football games as well as PE for
the students. Quite a few people in the neighborhood used it for walking
or jogging or sometimes tossing a ball with their younger kids.

I wasn't technically part of the neighborhood although that didn't
matter. I lived about a mile and a half from there but drove down three
to four times a week to jog or swing. Over all it was a nice area. Many
of the homes on the side streets were fifties style but there were plenty
of newer seventies style as well as brand new million dollar homes,
especially on the hillside overlooking the valley.

Until the late sixties there had been plenty of farms there; mostly the
five to ten acre size but also some larger twenty plus acre spreads. Over
the years the larger farms had been subdivided into half to full acre
plots, the subdivision necessitating many private roads to get to most of
the houses that were built on the lots.

That's where I lived, almost at the end of one of the private roads that
had seven other homes on it. Mine was a seventies style one level home
with two car attached garage on almost a full acre. The two bedroom two
bathroom house had been my first home purchase when I'd gotten it a year
before at the ripe old age of twenty five. I loved my house and the land
that it sat on. It was actually sort of in the country with three sides
being forested lands. I had thirteen huge fir and cedar trees on it along
with a great deal of lawn and gardens and only two neighbors that were
close by but not right next door.

I suppose I could have built one on my property, a swing that is, but
that would have been somewhat silly since not only did I not have any
kids and didn't plan on any; I didn't have any visit me either. All
fourteen of my nieces and nephews, courtesy of four older brothers and
one sister, were scattered up and down the East coast and here I was on
the West coast. I didn't have many friends and what friends I did have
didn't own kids either, so.

As I said I'd gone to the park and the track on a regular basis, always
to swing or jog, not to look at boys. That isn't to say that I didn't
like looking at boys. I'm a boy lover so I did and I do like looking very
much. I liked being with them even more but I wasn't on the hunt for
them, I wouldn't take the risk. So I never went to watch the sports
events that went on there, didn't hang out at the school pool pretending
to be an uncle or any of those other stereotypical behaviors that boy
lovers engage in.

For the most part I got my stimulation from the internet; for the most
part. I'd been with a boy or two since moving to the area, each of those
encounters initiated by the boy. All but one of them were young teens
doing what I'd done when I was a young teen and that is seeking out an
older guy for sex. I'd also had sex with boys my own age or a little
younger when I was a mid to older teen and in fact had gotten caught by
one of my brothers when he came home unexpectedly. I was fifteen and
Jared was thirteen and we were lying side by side on my bed each with the
other's rock young hard dick in our mouths; sort of. Jared had a
difficult time with mine as I was well above average in the cock
department, just like all of my brothers. I on the other hand had his
four and a half inch cock buried all the way down my throat. I was a
pretty good cock sucker by that time.

Joshua, my brother, had been kind about the situation and we talked about
it after Jared went home. Josh warned me to be more careful about being
caught and also let me know that Jared was on the edge of being too young
for a boy my age. He told me that it was pretty normal for boys to
experiment with each other and that at some point in time I would likely
discover girls and grow out of it. I didn't, grow out of it I mean. I did
discover girls and didn't like it or them. I loved boys, period end of
story.

I knew from a young age that I liked boys. I liked being with them,
hanging out with them, playing with them and being naked around them. I'd
had sex with another boy when I was seven, the two of us taking turns
sucking each others hard little boners. I would have had sex with one of
my brothers had they initiated it but they didn't. I'd seen them all
naked throughout the time I was growing up. We'd shared bedrooms and
bathrooms, had camped together, gone to the pool together and all that
stuff. They were all quite tolerant when at eleven years old I copped a
boner in the shower while out camping.

"He'll probably be as horny as the rest of us," my brother Jamie had said
with a chuckle. I had no idea what he was talking about.

"And as well hung," observed Taren, my then seventeen year old brother. I
wasn't sure what that meant either and wondered about it as my brothers
all moved about in the shower area, their long thick penises swaying and
moving about. Even Joshua, who was barely thirteen at the time, had a
large cock that hung well below his smooth balls. I noticed that other
men or boys who came in to use the shower all but stared at us and later
I would remember that scene and understand why. We were giants among
midgets, comparatively speaking. I started measuring myself at ten due to
the prompting of my best friend Chickey. Chickey was his nickname cuz he
hated the name Chester and I can't say as I blame him. He and I messed
around together until he moved away when we were twelve. In any case I
discovered that when I had a boner it was five and a half inches long and
by fifteen just slightly over nine inches long and quite thick. My balls
were large as well and hung low between my thighs. All of my brothers
developed in the same manner so I guess that day in the shower would have
been like being in the snake house at a zoo to those who'd never been in
our collective company before.

The first man that I'd been with praised me over and over again for my
beauty and my size. I was thirteen, my cock measured seven and half
inches when hard, I had a small patch of dark brown pubes and I'd been
shooting sperm for almost a year. I'd flirted with the guy, a college
student as it turned out, at a local bookstore where he was studying and
I was, well, trying to pick up a guy. I'd wanted to learn stuff and boys
my age only knew two things, sucking cock and jacking off. I wanted more.
Stephan, the college guy, offered to buy me a milk shake chatting for
twenty minutes and in the process I made a play for him. I don't need to
go into the details but we ended up at his apartment above a garage owned
by an old lady.

"God just looking at you makes my dick hard Cam," he said to me as we
stood facing each other in his living room. My name was Cameron but
everybody called me Cam except my mom when she was pissed at me.

"Really," I responded, "Let me see it." He kicked off his sneakers, undid
his belt and the button on his jeans and shoved them down to his knees
along with his boxers then pulled his shirt up to give me a good view of
what he had. He was full on hard but still a little smaller than me,
something that I'd already gotten used to. He had a thick nest of black
hair at the base of his cock and his balls were also somewhat hairy.

"You're turn," he said so I went through the same ritual that he had.
"Jesus fucking Christ," he exclaimed as soon as he saw my ramrod hard
cock. He pulled his shirt off and kicked off the rest of his clothes and
stood before me fully naked. It took me ten seconds to do the same. He
asked if could suck my cock and I told him that was what I was there for
so he dropped to his knees. He took hold of me, stroked me a few times
then put my cock in his mouth. Not all of it of course but as he bobbed
his head back and forth he managed more than half. I was in heaven.
Stephan was way better than any of the boys my age.

He stopped after a bit saying he didn't want me to cum too fast and asked
if I wanted to suck him. My answer was to get on my knees and do the same
thing he'd done to me. It was different for me since he was way bigger
than any of the boy's cocks that I sucked but I managed. He pulled away
from me after about a minute and suggested we go to his bed.

"Have you ever been kissed?" he asked me as we lay facing each other and
stroking each other's dick. When I shook my head he asked if I'd like to
try it and when my head went in the other direction he lowered his head
put his lips to mine. I loved it right off the bat. His lips were so soft
and pliable and when he put his tongue in my mouth I readily shoved my
tongue back at him.

"I want to make you cum," he said after kissing for a bit. I saw no
problem with that and told him so.

"Fuck your cock is fantastic, you're whole body is fantastic," he said as
he took hold of me and began stroking. He sucked on me for a minute then
just jacked me off. It didn't take too long before I was moaning loudly
then shortly after that I told him I was gonna cum any second. I'd jacked
off almost every day since I learned how to do it so knew my body
responses pretty well.

"Hold it tighter," I finally moaned and when he did I came, a short
little plop of sperm followed by a jet of creamy white goo that landed
between my nipples. Stephan immediately put his mouth over my cock head
and took the next three or four jets of my warm jizz before it slowed to
a dribble. That was pretty much par for me; between two and five squirts
with the rest of it oozing out. Stephan told it was the sweetest sperm
he'd ever tasted.

I wanted to see him cum too and he wanted to cum for me but he said it
would take too long if I tried to jack him off so he'd do it himself
unless I was willing to try something else.

"You mean like fucking or something?" I asked. He smiled and shook his
head but added that hopefully some time in the future that would happen
between us, that is if I was going to see him again, and again after
that.

"Of course I'm gonna see you again. That is," I said after a pause and a
smile, "if you want to. I wanna try all kinds of stuff," I told him. He
kissed me and rolled over to get something out of the drawer in his night
stand, rolling back to me with a bottle of liquid in his hand. He poured
some on his belly and his dick then did the same to me. He squeezed and
stroked on my still hard and now slippery cock a few times and I thought
I was gonna die. He wiped his hands off then said he was gonna lay on top
of me but only use enough weight to able to rub our dicks against each
other.

Stephan held most of his weight on his hands and knees and lowered his
body until it covered mine. It was pretty cool because it felt only
slightly heavy, mostly his body felt warm and really good.

"How's this?" he asked.

"Good," I whispered and then he began to move his body against mine like
he was fucking me. I had done something like this before only then I was
rubbing my hard cock against the mattress or a pillow. Doing it against a
writhing human being was a whole different story. The feelings were
incredible. Stephan did a slow undulation, grinding his cock against my
belly and my own rock hard cock. His face was above mine, his eyes
looking into mine.

"Fuck Cam you're the most beautiful boy I've ever seen," he whispered. I
knew I was cute, I mean, I'm not stupid and I have eyes. My parents were
very handsome people and my brothers and sister were all very attractive.
I'd had more than my share of girls giggle around me, send me notes and
just flat out tell me how cute I was.

"You're body is so tight, so smooth and you fit so good under me." He
continued the slow grind against me as he talked and I found that I liked
being talked to while being sexy. My body was pretty firm thanks good
genes and a very athletic lifestyle both with my family and solo. I
played all manner of sports and as a family we camped and hiked all over
God's green earth. Like my brothers I was a little bit tall for my age,
about five six or so and my body fat was at a minimum. My dad was a
sports doctor, my mom a nutritionist nurse, and both had excelled at
sports from grade school through college and dad even qualified for the
Olympics at one time in his life but an injury prevented him from going
further. So, being fat or unhealthy was not an option in our family. I
was slim, trim, and very firm.

"God I'd love to fuck you Cam," he whispered and began kissing at my neck
and driving me wild. My feet were flat on the bed and I used them for
leverage to push back against Stephan and grind my body against his. If
this was how fucking felt then I was would let that man fuck me til the
cows came home.  He picked up speed, moving his dick all over the place,
his breathing got quicker and all of a sudden he rolled off of me and
grabbed hold of his dick telling me to jack him off. I quickly grabbed
him and he moved his hand. I held his cock tightly and began jacking him
with a rapid jerking motion.

"Oh God oh fuck yeah, make me cum Cam, make me shoot my sperm out, oh
yeaaaahhhhhhh." He shoved his ass up off the bed, his cock got harder in
my hand and he shot. Oh man did he shoot. I big thick wad of cum blasted
out his piss slit and clear up to his neck. It was followed by five more
jets of sperm that landed all over his chest and upper belly. When the
squirting stopped cum kept coming out of his piss slit like a slow moving
stream, the white goo running down over my fingers and into his pubes. I
kept it up even after it stopped, knowing how it felt to me, until he
said I could stop. I quickly took hold of my own slippery dick and jacked
off, my hand focusing on the now ultra sensitive head, until my smooth
nuts gave up another sperming. There wasn't nearly as much stuff as the
first time but it sure felt as good.

"Fuckin A Christ that was hot as fuck," he finally exclaimed. He was
right about that. We took a shower together and Stephan introduced me to
the delights of washing another person and getting washed. He also gave
my butthole its first licking and I immediately turned into an aficionado
of that practice. I came one more time before he took me close to where I
lived and dropped me off.

I got together with Stephan about once every two weeks or so for the next
year and he taught me most of what I now know about sex and helped me
learn my body's hot spots. He had me fuck him on our second visit
together and I tell you that when I sank my rock hard boner into his
tight ass that first time I thought I was gonna faint. He said the same
thing to me after we both came and lay together in his bed. I finally let
him fuck me about the fourth or fifth visit and while it was fun and
okay, I found that I preferred being the fucker as opposed to the fuckee.
That was until I let a younger boy fuck me. I discovered that getting
fucked by a younger, and usually smaller cocked, boy was fucking
awesomely cool. Part of it was knowing what the boy was feeling that
first time he got to fuck someone. Perhaps I'll tell you about my
adolescence in another story.

Soooo, there I was swinging at that time of day where the setting sun
pulls the remaining daylight out of the sky like a tub draining its last
bit of water. Spring was in the process of springing and while the
evening had a slight bite to it overall it wasn't too bad. I saw him come
through the opening in the chain link fence, moving around the concrete
pole that was set in the middle to prevent bikes and other wheeled
vehicles from coming in. At first I didn't recognize him because the
familiar longer and somewhat shaggy haircut had been replaced by a
considerable shorter non-style but I did recognize the familiar white
Nike sport shorts and grey hooded sweatshirt.

I'd seen the boy on numerous occasions when I was jogging at the track
and like many other frequent visitors we'd gotten to the point of saying
hello in passing. He'd actually sat down next to me on a bench once when
I was taking a breather and another time as I was leaving the restroom he
was coming in and we ran smack dab into each other. My hands went to his
shoulders and his to my chest. We both laughed and tried to get around
each other but made the common mistake of going in the same direction and
laughing again. He boldly put his hands on my hips, his thumbs sort of
sneaking inward toward my dick and moved me to the left saying,

"You go that way and I'll go this way." His voice was still in that high
melodic stage and when he laughed he could be mistaken for a girl if you
weren't looking right at him. We laughed again and started to move but it
seemed like neither of us was in any hurry to break contact, at least I
wasn't anyhow. When he finally did let go, his hand swept downward across
my crotch in a casual and seemingly accidental move. As I stepped out
into the open I looked back over my shoulder and saw that he was watching
me go, his smooth face sporting a very big grin.

"Hey," he said as he approached the swings. I "hey'd" him back as he set
his backpack to the side and took the swing next to me.

"You got your haircut. I didn't' recognize you at first." His thick,
platinum blond hair was now about an inch and a half long everywhere on
his head except his neckline and over his ears and just sort of lay
there. It looked cute on him but then just about anything would look good
on that kid.

"Yeah, Spring training and all that," he said in his high voice. When I
asked what he was training for he told me he was in track and swimming
and I shared what sports I'd been in when I was boy.

"My name's Cameron," said extending my hand, "My friends call me Cam." He
took my hand in a soft grip.

"Dimitri," responded, "but my friends call me..Dimitri," he ended after
the pregnant pause and with a straight face.

"Blazing Saddles," I laughed and he nodded his head.

"Yepps. My mom calls me Dimmy sometimes and that was okay when I was a
little but I don't like it much; sounds to close to dim witted. So
Cameron," he said as he sat in the swing next to me, "are we friends now,
should I call you Cam?"

"I would like to think we're friends Dimitri so Cam is fine."

"I see you come here often, to swing I mean. You like to swing?" he said
in more of a statement than a question. I said that I did, that it
reminded me of being a boy and it was like letting my inner boy out to
play. I'd learned than in college psych classes.  He nodded.

"Do you miss being a boy, do you like being around boys, does it remind
you of being a boy?" he asked as we started a slow swing in tandem. A
rather bold boy, it seemed to me.

"Yes to all three," I said with a smile.

"Me too," he responded, "the being around boys I mean since I'm still one
myself. What do you miss about being around boys." I told him and he
nodded his head saying he felt the same way, that he liked the same
things I had when I was a boy.

"Did you ever swing doubled," he asked and I nodded my head. "Ya wanna
try it, with me?" The light bulb went off in my head as I realized that
Dimitri was making a play. I honestly don't know how I missed it before
but then I'd been engaged in many conversations with boys that weren't
designed to go anywhere.

"Do you think we can?" He nodded his head and stood up as I stopped my
swing.

"Grip the chains up high," he said indicating where I was to put my
hands. That done, he grabbed the chain just beneath mine then hoisted
himself up and shoved his sneaker clad feet between my waist and the
chain and lowered himself onto my lap. He maneuvered around a bit to get
comfortable, or as comfortable as one might get in such a position.

"There, how's that?" he asked softly. His breath had just the barest hint
of sweetness to it; most likely the tail end of a mint or candy taken
some undetermined time before.

"Not bad." I kicked us off and together we started the process of gaining
some height.

"I bet it's been awhile since you been this close to a boy," he said. I
looked as closely at his face as I could in what was left of the light
provided by Mother Nature combined with the light provided by the city
courtesy of the street light on the corner. His eyes were a clear
cornflower blue; his skin like porcelain; smooth and totally blemish
free.  He sported moderately high cheekbones that had the slightest hint
of color to them, a color that matched his full and perfect lips. Thick
dark brown eyebrows and long lashes completed the picture of one of the
most beautiful and perfect boys I'd ever seen.

"Long enough," I answered, adding, "But not as long as you might think."

"Oh really," he responded with a white, tooth flashing smile. "And how is
that you were this close to a boy Cameron," he asked in what I thought
was a tone of voice that told me he suspected the answer but wanted me to
actually say it.

"Lets just say we were close friends," I responded

"Do you think we could be close friends, you and I?"

"I don't see why not. I'd say we're pretty close right now." He smiled
and we continued to swing until finally, his face in close so close to
mine I could practically count his eyelashes, he asked,

"Have you ever been with a boy?" I thought about it for a moment, thought
about answering with another question or popping off some remark but in
the end I simply nodded my head.

"I bet you would be good to a boy. How long has it been?" Nosy little
prick I thought to myself but answered him anyway, wondering exactly
where this was going.

"A little over a year," I said quietly as my mind brought the memory of
Patrick to the forefront of my brain. A somewhat smallish fourteen year
old, Pat had been a quiet reserved boy that became somewhat more animated
in the bedroom, or the back yard, or anytime his pants were down and he
was hard. Pat had managed to spend the night with me once and I swear the
kid came seven times before we both fell asleep exhausted about one in
the morning. I'd fucked him three times, once in the moonlight on the
deck in back of my house. He'd fucked me with a great deal of enthusiasm
as well and I have to say that having his six inch cock up my ass was a
pleasure that I'd jacked off in memory of for some time afterward. I
never saw or heard from Pat after that night; had no idea what ever
happened to him, but his memory lingered on and I hoped he was safe.

"That's a long time Cameron," Dimitri whispered, "Too long. I think that
I should change that for you." He surprised me by putting his face in
even closer, looking at me in the eyes before closing his and kissing me
lightly on the lips.

"Put your hands on the chains under my legs." I wondered what he was up
to but did as he asked. "Keep swinging," he said, looking at the ground
each time we started our descent. "Hold still, he said. "When I tell you
to, tuck your legs back under the swing and don't move." He then rested
his lower calves on my shoulders which cause his upper body to lean
backwards slightly. We did two more passes and at the peak of the third
he yelled, "Now," and in a heartbeat he was gone. The fucking kid did a
back flip off of my lap about seven feet off the ground landing perfectly
in the sand that surrounded the swing. I dropped my feet to slow down,
dragging them in the rut below the swing, then stopped completely on the
return trip forward.

He walked toward me and was standing right in front of me when I finally
stopped and put my arms around my neck. "You were perfect," he said and
kissed me again lightly. He glanced around then said quietly, "Put your
hand up the leg of my shorts." I paused and he told me it was okay no one
could see us or tell what we were doing. He was standing so close that
our legs were touching so I did as he asked and slipped my hand up under
the satiny cloth of short until I ran into his balls and discovered that
Dimitri wasn't wearing underwear. I cupped his soft young sperm makers
causing the boy to sigh lightly then moved a little higher and felt his
cock touch my wrist and went higher still until the fleshy tube was
resting in my hand. He was about half way hard when I first made contact
with his boyhood pride and joy and fully hardened when I turned my had
around wrapped my fingers around it, feeling his sparse patch of hair in
the process.

"I'd say we were becoming close friends Cameron," he whispered, "but I'd
like to become closer. Can we go to your car?" I nodded my head and stood
up. On the way to the parking lot he told me that he'd also been in
gymnastics since he was five. I had no doubt about that. His uncle had
been a famous gymnast in the Ukraine and had coached a number of Olympic
hopefuls in his lifetime. He asked if I'd been in sports when I was a boy
and I told him the very short version of that story.

"I love your car by the way," he said was we crossed the street to get to
the big old boat. It had belonged to my grandfather and he gave it me
when he went into a nursing home. He'd owned it since it was new and
hardly ever drove it so even now it only had forty K on the speedometer.
The big old boat was a 1970 Chrysler 300 convertible. The exterior was a
gloss black, the interior a deep fuck me red leather. The car was only a
few thousand dollars away from being show quality, or at least show
worthy. The driver's side door armrest had a small tear in it as did the
carper under the mat. The left rear fender well chrome was dinged in a
couple of places and there was some marring on the huge rear bumper. No
matter I still got lots of stares and hand waves when I drove it on warm
sunny days. It had a 440 motor in it so gas mileage was out the door not
that I would have driven the car on a regular basis anyway.

There were two other cars in the lot, both at the front near the entrance
while mine sat dead center of the lot away from anything but a street
light. I asked how he knew which one was mine since we hadn't headed
toward any particular car yet. He hemmed and hawed, the only time I'd
ever see Dimitri without a ready answer.

"Have you been watching me Dimitri?" I asked in a kindly tone.

"No, well sort of kind of, yeah I guess I noticed you," he finally
admitted. I didn't pursue it at the time but later found out that he'd
noticed me because I was "so fucking handsome and hot looking" and he was
sure I liked boys and wanted to be with me. I clicked the remote which
cancelled the alarm system, the only addition I had made to the car and
we climbed in. I started the car and put the heater on high as Dimitri
looked around in the light provided by the streetlight above us and
praised the car then turned around to face me, his arm draped over his
head rest.

"So, do you want me to drive somewhere?" I asked and shook his head
pointing out that there were no houses at all within viewing of where we
sat and no way anyone would approach except from the front as the other
three sides were fenced in an eight foot high chain link wall. In any
case all but the windshield had been slightly tinted courtesy of my
grandfather and when parked I always kept the windshield blocked with a
nylon screen which was in place as we spoke.

"Do you want to touch me again," he asked provocatively and I nodded my
head. He raised the armrest that separated us on the sofa sized bench
seat and moved closer to his door so that I could move out from behind
the huge steering wheel. I slid over and reached out to put my hand on
the front of his shorts. Dimitri closed his eyes, let his hands rest on
the seat and let me feel him up.

He had returned to his default state so what I felt was a soft and
pliable mass of boy parts. It only took a few squeezes to start the
change and I began to feel his cock inflate with blood. Without saying
anything he slipped his hands into the waistband of his shorts, raised
his slender little butt off the seat and shoved the clothes to his knees
and let his legs splay open. He then pulled his sweatshirt up out of the
way and gave me my first of many glimpses of his boyhood pride and joy.

His cock was a rock hard six uncut inches, his foreskin still covering
his cock head and outlining the swollen flesh that it hid. At the base
was a small nest of brown hair and I do mean small, his pale skin easily
visible through the sparse fuzz. On the other side his balls fell away to
hang nicely between creamy pale thighs, the skin wrinkled at the top
where it started but pulled straight and smooth where his eggs were held
suspended in the air above, but almost touching, the cool leather of the
car seat. He was fucking gorgeous and I felt my own cock start to press
against the cotton fabric of the pants I was wearing, my boxers between
the pants and my flesh to keep the precum that would begin to flow from
showing.

I shut the car off then took hold of his cock, reveling in the warmth and
rigidity and stroked it a few times, uncovering and covering his cock
head. His was a perfectly formed cock, slightly curved toward the helmet
shaped head where the rim flared out over the back and came up to a soft
curve on the underside where his foreskin was attached.

"Do you want me to suck you Dimitri?" I asked.

"I was hoping you would Cam," he responded in a breathy whisper. I heard
the other two cars start and looked out through the screen to see brake
lights which were replaced by backup lights then ignored them and bent
down to pay homage to Dimitri's young body.

I breathed in deeply, taking in his fragrance which was all growing boy;
a combination of sweat and sweetness, crotch, and whatever his diet was.
I'd wondered about how to bottle such a fragrance often in my life. I
unhooded him and took his cock into my mouth and stayed there for just a
moment while my tongue explored his sensitive cock head. I then lowered
myself and took most of him into my mouth causing him to moan loudly as
his swollen head was squeezed slightly by my throat muscles. His fingers
roamed through my hair as I suckled him and my fingers continued to slide
his cock skin up and down. I covered his dick head with his foreskin then
sucked and tongued the little elastic nipple and when I retracted it
again I replaced it with my own lips which gripped his satiny flesh as
tightly as I could manage. I let my hand move lower so my fingers could
play with his balls then cup and fondle the hairless sac of sperm makers.
I loved a boy's balls and Dimitri's were no exception. He splayed his
legs even further apart and moaned as brought his heat level higher. He
finally pushed my head away.

"Wait Cameron," he said in a voice made husky from his lust, "I don't
want to cum yet. Let me see your cock." Dimitri leaned back against the
door, kicked his shorts off and fondled himself and watched me. I
straightened up in the seat then hooked my thumbs in the elastic
waistband of my workout pants and my boxers and slid them down, lifting
my ass off the seat in the process.

"Holy fuck," Dimitri exclaimed, the wide opened whites of his already
large eyes making them seem larger. My cock rested against my lower belly
although the head was up beyond my navel. Such epithets were the general
rule of thumb whenever anyone, man or boy, saw my cock for the first
time. He moved closer and reached out almost tentatively, as though he
were getting ready to pet a lion, then tenderly wrapped his fingers
around the shaft. They barely made it.

"You're so huge Cam," Dimitri observed, "I've never seen such a cock
before." He got in closer and inspected me like an insurance agent
assessing damage before leaning down and closing his mouth over the
swollen head. My cock head is the size of a small apple but Dimitri took
me in without a problem which caused me to wonder how much experience the
boy had. He rested his head on my chest which caused him to lay in the
seat which in turn gave me access to his rock hard cock. When I took hold
of him the boy moved his legs to give me better access and I took
advantage of it. He moved his head up and down on me taking in an inch or
so of cock along with the head, moaning under his breath as sucked me. In
that moment I hoped like hell this wasn't going to be a one time deal.
Dimitri had it all; he was beautiful, had a great body and could suck
cock. I wondered briefly about fucking the boy and felt my balls tingle
at the thought of having him beneath me, legs spread wide open and a look
of rapture on his beautiful smooth face as I slipped all nine inches of
cock deep inside his tight little ass. It was then my turn to stop him
before I came in his mouth, not that I didn't want to, but I wanted to
see and taste his sperm first.

"My turn," I told him and gently pulled him away from my cock but he kept
on fondling my heavy nuts as he pulled himself up and planted his lips
against mine. His kissed me hard, squeezed my nuts one last time then
swung his leg over my lap and straddled me, his mouth still wide open and
pressed against mine. I wondered for a moment if he was going to sit down
and fuck me right there but he simply threw both arms around my neck and
continued to kiss me. He lowered his body so that his balls were hanging
on top of mine then began undulating his body slightly, dragging his nuts
up across the base of dick and pressing his cock into mine. I held his
head with both hands then ran one hand up under the sweatshirt and rubbed
his back feeling the growing muscle of a growing young teenage boy.

Dimitri stopped kissing me for a moment and worked to get the sweatshirt
off and when he did fell back into my arms, pressing his warm young body
against mine, and resumed a hot passionate kiss the likes I hadn't seen
for some time, especially in a boy. The kid was hot enough to fuck, hot
enough that I probably would have been able to get my thick cock up
inside him with a minimum of pain but I didn't of course.

"Are you ready to make me cum Cameron," he asked after breaking the kiss.
"I really need to cum bad right now." I agreed with him cuz I really
wanted to make the boy cum. I started to slide down in the seat and
Dimitri knew what I was doing so spread his legs to allow me to move down
until his rock hard boy cock was in my face. I cupped and fondled his
smooth hairless balls, stroked his nail hard dick, covering and
uncovering the swollen precum sticky head. He moved his butt forward, I
opened my mouth wide, and in he went. He moaned then leaned forward and
rested his arms on the seat back and began fucking his cock into my
mouth. I put both hands in his butt and was slightly surprised at the
firmness I found and not the usual fatty globes of most boys his age. I
gripped and squeezed the delectable globes, pulling them wide open and
exposing the core of him to cool night air in the car then closing them
again. He fucked my mouth in earnest, his voice moaning loudly above me.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum really soon Cam, can I cum in your mouth?" I nodded
my head even though I was dying to see him squirt, dying to see the
expressions on his smooth face as he poured forth his young tribute to
Eros. Maybe next time. I pulled one hand from his ass and returned to cup
and squeeze his balls as if to encourage them to unload. Dimitri picked
up speed, moving his dick much faster. I let go of his nuts and wrapped
my arms around his ass on his ass so his balls swung into my chin when he
was fully inside my mouth.

"Oh Fuck oh shit," he groaned and slowed his fucking motion and I felt
him thicken against my lips then felt the warmth of his sperm as it
poured into my mouth; two healthy squirts before the oozing. I pulled him
to me and greedily sucked him wanting every drop of life producing boy
cream. As always it was over way too soon and the ultra sensitive
feelings on his cock require Dimitri to pull his cock from my mouth. He
moved off of me and draped himself across my body in the same manner as
when he sucked my cock only this time he was higher up. Once again he
draped an arm around my neck and put his soft lips against mine and
kissed me deeply, a typical post orgasm kiss with lots of feeling but
without the intense passion.

"Oh man Cameron you suck a mean cock," he said with a smile then pecked
my lips again. "But so I do too so let me make you cum and I want you to
cum in my mouth too." With that he slipped down to the floor of the car
between my spread out legs and began giving me the most pleasure that I'd
had in more than a few years.

Dimitri started by commenting on big and fat my balls were as he cupped
and fondled the sac. He then began washing them; licking all over them
and pushing them around with his mouth and tongue while a hand moved
upward and took hold of my rigid cock and slowly stroked me. After
covering my bag in saliva he rose higher on his knees, pulled my rock
hard cock upright and repeated the action on the swollen head before
taking it into his mouth. He bobbed his head a few times then lowered it
until a good four inches was inside the warm confines of his mouth. I was
impressed and wondered just how this boy, who could be no more than
thirteen, could manage the thickness of my dick as well as the length.

Dimitri hadn't been lying or bragging, he did suck a mean cock and from
the expression on his smooth pale face and the sounds coming from deep in
his throat, he seemed to love what he was doing. He stroked and sucked
me, his free hand tugging and squeezing on my balls. I put a hand gently
on his head and ruffled my fingers through his thick almost white hair.
It had been some time since I'd been with a boy and watching the almost
beautiful boy that was attached to my cock got my heat level up pretty
quickly. He'd said he wanted me to cum in his mouth and I had no problem
with that but he didn't know just how much liquid I could produce,
especially when I hadn't had any release for a few days and I hadn't.

"I'm gonna cum pretty soon Dimitri," I finally moaned out, "do you really
want me to cum in your mouth?" His answer was to nod his head without
missing a stroke.

"I'm there Dimitri, I'm gonna cum, oh fuck I'm gonna cum." And I did. I
felt my balls start to roil, my belly constrict, then my cock thicken in
the boy's mouth as my sperm raced up the nine inches of shaft and erupted
into his mouth. Dimitri's eyes opened wide as his mouth filled with the
white goo from my nuts but he didn't stop. He swallowed as fast as he
could but still sperm began to leak out around his lips and run down his
chin. Eight solid squirts later I knew the best was over. He continued to
stroke me, milking every last drop from my cock before he finally took me
from his mouth. He wasted no time in crawling up onto my lap to begin
kissing me with a ferociousness that one would expect of an older person
and not a young boy. I managed to get my own cum smeared on my face but I
didn't care. This kid was hot to look at and be with as well as being
caught up in his own extreme fog of hotness. I wanted to take him home
with me and spend countless hours rolling around naked on my king sized
bed with Dimitri in my arms. Funny thing; he had the same thoughts.

"I should probably get going Cameron," he finally said after settling
down in my arms to be held, his firm little butt nestled comfortably on
my lap and his side pressed against my still hard cock. "I want to be
with you again but not in your car. Is there somewhere we can go, your
house maybe." I gave that some thought, oh about five seconds worth.

"I think so Dimitri." This was a Thursday evening and since he had no
school or obligations for Friday night or Saturday could he come over
then. I saw no problem with that plan. Dimitri slid from my lap and got
dressed while all I had to do was pull my pants and underwear back up
into place. I drove him to a spot close to his home promising to meet him
about seven in front of the little park. He gave me a long, tongue
swapping kiss.

"This has been so much fun Cam, I can hardly wait till tomorrow night."
With that the beautiful young thing was out the door and headed down the
small dimly lit side street. I turned around in a driveway and headed
home, my brain in overdrive about the evening's events. I was hoping that
Dimitri would spend the night on Friday and felt my cock started to re-
inflate at the prospect.