Date: Fri, 10 Feb 2012 05:39:07 -0800 (PST)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: discrete inquiry

I've had an urge to do this type of story for some time. It wasn't until a
few days ago while working on something entirely different that the premise
came to me. I hope it's enjoyable.

Hugs,
Tag_m

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Are You?

A bi-curious but scared male? Do you think you might be gay but not sure?
Have you wondered what it would be like to be with another guy? Satisfy
your curiosity or explore your fantasy in a safe and discrete environment
at my home or in a place of your choosing. Explore your inner desires or
your curiosities with a handsome and healthy, 5'10", 28 year old male who
is experienced, gentle, kind and disease free. Experience only what you
choose and do so at your own pace. Minor role playing is an option. Your
safety and discretion are of paramount importance to me. Mood altering
substances, Sado-masochism, or dangerous fetishes not allowed. Email if you
have questions or need further information.

That was what my ad read in the alternative newspaper and website in a
northern city of almost 3 million souls, 5 million if you included the
surrounding area. My younger brother and I had inherited a very large
fortune when I was 18 years old and he 16 so I didn't have to work.  My
father had died of a heart attack when I was 12 and my mother had overseen
the businesses until she died in a horrible car accident. Fortunately both
of my parents had business associates and managers that had been with them
for some time so I wasn't required to take over that task. I did oversee
some of our philanthropic interests but even then I stayed completely out
of the limelight. While my companies and organizations were known world
wide, my face was practically unknown except for a few individuals and
those were not the type of people to answer my kind of ad.

I was pretty sure I was gay by the time I was 12 years old. My younger
brother is gay as well. I know our mother was disappointed when I, and then
Dominic told her, but we were her boys and she loved us unconditionally. At
13 I was still unsure my sexuality and frequented a chat room that was
popular at the time. I met a man there whom I sent a private chat to
because I liked what he said in the room. He befriended me and we emailed
multiple times a day for weeks. We chatted privately in the chat room every
night for at least an hour. I shared my concerns and my fears with him and
he answered any questions I had. We swapped pictures and I found him to be
a moderately handsome man in his 40's.

I finally took the plunge and asked him if we could to talk face to face.
I was surprised that he agreed to that but there were some conditions.
First, he made me choose where we would meet and second he said he wanted
me to be there early so that I could see him in person from a distance and
if I decided that I didn't want to meet with him then I could walk away and
he would be none the wiser. If I chose to do that he wouldn't be angry with
me and we could still continue to be friends and to meet online.

"It's important that you feel safe and secure Misha and so it's important
that you approach me.  Do you understand?"  I told him I did and we agreed
to meet under those conditions. I chose a specific spot at the largest mall
in the city, a place where I could observe without being seen.

On the Saturday that we met, I followed the directions and liked what I
saw. He was handsome, slender, and looked completely at ease as he sat on a
bench reading a paperback book and not paying the slightest bit of
attention to the hoards of people milling around him.

I came up from behind him and when I sat on the bench next to him he didn't
even look at me.

"Jayson," I asked. Only then did he turn his head and acknowledge me. His
smile was genuine; his grey colored eyes seemed to crinkle in delight at
seeing me.

"Misha," he said in a soft, soothing voice. We went to an Orange Julius and
talked for awhile. I had made the decision to have sex with him before I
met him although that wasn't a topic that had ever come up. I knew that he
might refuse me because of my age or for some other reason but I at least
wanted to ask him. We spend an hour just chatting about nothing in
particular and parted with the promise to meet on line.

That night I told Jayson my desire, my decision and he didn't say anything
for the longest time and I was sure I'd offended him in some way.

"I won't ask if you're sure or if you thought this through Misha because
I'm sure you have," he answered. We talked about the how and the where and
decided on a large and well known hotel on the outskirts of the city. He
would get a room and I could come in from one of the side doors and go to
the elevator and come up. We made arrangements for the following Friday
night. He would check in around 3 and then email me the room number. So it
was that I knocked on the door about 5 and Jayson let me in.

The room had a small sitting area and the bedroom was its own separate
room. I was nervous as a cat and Jayson knew it so suggested that we sit on
the sofa and talk a while, which we did. Because of his soothing voice and
easy personality I relaxed fairly quickly. Because of the small sofa and
the way we sat on it, our hands finally touched and then our fingers. He
suggested that he take the lead and if at any time I was uncomfortable, if
I needed to slow down or even stop, to please say so. I agreed to that.

"I think I want to kiss you Misha, if that's all right," he said. I nodded
my head and Jayson moved closer. He put his hand under my chin and gently
turned my head and tilted it and as his face came to me I closed my eyes. I
was immediately taken with how soft his lips were. After the first little
kiss he asked how I was and I said I was great. He kissed me again, and
then again and again, each kiss a little longer. I felt myself gently
falling under the spell and before I knew it, we were engaged in a long,
mouth open kiss. Feelings were flooding through my body and when Jayson
slid his hand up under my t-shirt and touched my skin for the first time I
thought I was going to melt.

He stopped kissing me and gently nudged my head to one side and kissed on
my neck causing me to shiver. Before I knew it my jeans were unbuttoned and
Jayson's hand was gently probing my hard cock through my underwear.

We ended up in the bedroom where he undressed me and gave me my first blow
job and then I returned the favor. I spent the night with him, showered at
least twice with him where he continued my education. We parted ways in the
morning after he made me cum two more times. I wanted to see him again but
he gently told me that it would be better for me to begin to seek out boys
my own age.

"I could spend days in naked in bed with you Misha but that wouldn't be
good for you so as much as I would love to continue to be with you I think
it's best if we do not. I would however, love to remain in touch with you
for as long as you'd like." We stayed in touch for a few years. When I
found the love of my life at age 14 I introduced him to Jayson and they
became online friends as well. Things change and people grow and often grow
apart but I continued to think fondly of the man who showed me what it was
to be a gay boy. It was my experience with Jayson that prompted me to begin
my quest to try and give back to other males who found themselves in the
same predicament that I had.

I knew that there were hundreds, perhaps thousands of boys and men who
shared the same situation that I had. Sometimes strong overwhelming urges
and sometimes only vague feelings and attractions, and often a sudden
realization that you were different from other boys or men were frequent
feelings. Fear of rejection by family and friends with no place or now one
that you felt safe discussing it with were more common than not. Finding
someone with whom to explore those feelings and urges was not only
difficult but could be dangerous.

So I had decided on the course of action that led to my current
advertisement and launched it at the ripe age of 23. There was plenty of
trial and error and plenty of room for improvement. I learned as I went,
eliminating mistakes and learning to anticipate new ones. At the time of
that this story took place things were running quite smoothly.

The love of my life as a boy remains the love of my life and he supports
what I do 100%. He had the same issues as a young gay teen that I did. He
is aware of every contact that I get and every male that I spend time
with. And it's here that I must say that what I do isn't a ploy to attract
teenage boys. As a point in fact I rarely get inquiries from boys under the
age of 18.

In order to protect myself as much as I can, I make a point of not asking
the age of anyone who contacts me. In my initial response I request that
they keep that information to themselves, at least for the time being. In
my initial response I send a small questionnaire and ask that they answer
it honestly and return it. One of the things I request is that they be
within 15 lbs. of the average weight for their height, a height/weight
chart is provided. I request that they send me a picture of themselves but
only between the neck and navel as verification. A mirror picture is
acceptable. This also gives me an insight about their body hair. I also
request that they not be over 40 years of age, that they not have any
serious health issues but tell me of any health issues that they do have,
that they be fully ambulatory and not have any missing body parts.

One might say that by asking those questions I'm not really being
altruistic. That is true. One might also say that I'm not really interested
in helping all guys that have the kind of issues in question. That too is
true. But I might also respond that if I'm called on to be physical with my
inquirers, and I do mean sexual, I need to be able to respond appropriately
in a physical manner. I need to have some kind of turn on.  I do have the
right to refuse service, as it were. I have found that my questions tend to
weed out almost all of those types that I just can't bring myself to be
sexual with, no matter how much I might want to help them. It's not
perfect, but it's worked out pretty good so far.

If we're still in contact after 3 emails I request a picture and the rest,
they say is history. I'm a very good judge of people. I pay attention to
what they say in an email and more importantly what they don't say. I
haven't been seriously burned yet and never threatened or harmed although I
must say that harming me wouldn't be easy. I hold a high belt in Brazilian
Ju Jitsu.

Boys; yes I've had quite a few. Generally they're 17 to 18 years old
although I've had some that were younger.

About 3-4 years ago I got a typical email stating the usual story. He was
bi-curious, maybe gay, wanted to talk about that with someone and probably
explore it but had no one to turn to. I went through the usual vetting
process and the information that I got back fit my requirements, at least
up to that point. The photograph that I got back was a mirror reflection
with the flash protecting the face and nothing to use as a reference for
body height.

In the next few emails we discussed what Drew, that was the name that he
used, would like to do. The usual things were on his list; blow job-have
and get, kissing, hugging and holding and fucking and possibly getting
fucked. He wasn't sure about the last one yet. I asked if he'd heard of
rimming and he said no but didn't appear to shy away from it when I
explained it to him.

"I want to have my balls licked too Misha," he said. "I love my balls and I
love to play with them, almost more than my dick." Speaking of dicks he
said he was cut and I told him my hat had been removed at birth as well. We
finally got down to the arrangements and that's where things got a little
more strange.

First of all he didn't feel the need to see me in person first. I was a
little leery of that since generally that gave me a chance to check out who
I was going to be with. For some reason though, call it tuition or
whatever, I didn't feel like I needed to see him. Drew said that he would
have a room reserved at a well known and not inexpensive hotel downtown and
that too was out of the norm although it had happened before.

"The door will be propped open by the security bar so all you have to do is
come in and close the door. It will be dark except for the light in the
entryway but you'll be able to see when you get into the living room
because I'll have the curtains open. I need to keep my face hidden Misha,
at least for a little while. I hope that's okay." I asked if he was
deformed in some way. His exact response was,

"LOL!!!! No, it's just sort of a security thing for me." I asked if he was
famous or something. His response was,

"Not yet." That gave me pause for thought but the fact was, I'd had been
with more than 1 person who had the same notion about themselves.

So the day and time were set; a Saturday at 6pm sharp. I asked if we needed
to coordinate watches and he laughed again. As promised he emailed me the
room number an hour before and I showed up at the appointed time with
overnight bag in hand and, as promised, the door was propped open a
crack. I went through, closed and locked the door.

"Can you turn off the light please Misha?" The voice was high pitched so I
knew that I either had a boy on my hands or an adult with low testosterone
levels. I did as I was asked. The city lights were filtered through the
white gauze curtains and provided enough light to see by and I could see
Drew sitting in a chair, in a corner that protected his face from the
light. I could see that he wasn't very big, about the size of a typical
young teen, about the size I was when I had my experience with Jayson. I
set my bag down and settled into the sofa facing Drew.

"So, a little intrigue," I said, keeping my voice soft and non threatening.

"I apologize Misha but for now it's more comfortable to me." I said that I
understood. He was quiet for a moment.

"I'm a little scared Misha," he said in an equally soft voice and I could
tell that he was being honest with me. "I don't know what to do or what to
expect or how to start this."

"I understand Drew. From what I can tell you appear to be the same age that
I was when I had my first experience and I can tell you that I was scared
to death but I was with a man who was tender, caring, considerate and
kind. I try to emulate him and my experience with him for others and so far
it's been highly successful."

"How old were you," he asked. I really liked his voice. It had a sweet and
clear quality to it, the voice of a boy on the verge of changing into a
young man.

"Thirteen and a half," I responded.

"The same age as me. Is it okay that I'm a boy Misha? Are you
disappointed?"

"Not at all Drew and it's perfectly fine with me that you're a boy. I hear
me in you when I was your age."

"What was your first time like Misha? What did your man do?"

"His name was Jayson and he was 40 some years old. He asked me at the
beginning if he could take the lead and that I could stop him at any time,
tell him to slow down at any time or ask him to do something to me at any
time." I went on to explain in some detail about what the experience had
been like and Drew listened attentively.

"Did he, you know, do it with you?"

"Did he fuck me? No but he allowed me to fuck him. In some ways I wised
later that I'd asked him to do that but when I found my life partner a year
later I was glad that I could offer myself to him as a virgin."

"It sounds wonderful Misha. I hope it goes that well with you and me." I
told him there was no reason for it not to. The boy was reflective for a
moment then asked, "Would it be okay for you to hold me a little?" My
answer was to pat the sofa next to me so he stood and walked the dozen or
so steps then sat down. I extended my arm so that as soon as he sad I could
drape my arm over his shoulders. He leaned his head against the front of my
shoulder and upper chest. I didn't get much of a look at him but what I did
see was a baby face, lots of chestnut colored hair that didn't quite hang
in his face but almost. He was wearing a t-shirt with a logo but I didn't
see what it was. His lower torso was clan in jeans and socks but no shoes.

"You smell nice," the boy whispered. I brought my hand up and began gently
pulling my finger through his hair as if pulling it out of his eyes and I
felt him physically relax. I moved my other arm so that it rested on his
chest and by reflex he held it to him albeit gently. I let my fingers rub
back and forth without any pressure to speak of and it seemed like he
snuggled in a little closer.

One of Drew's hands fell away from my arm and rested on my thigh where he
gently rubbed in much the same fashion as I was rubbing his chest. After a
good 4-5 minutes of sitting there quietly he said,

"I think I need to take my jeans off Misha." I assumed the boy had gotten
hard and that it was getting uncomfortable.

"If you don't mind I'd like to take them off for you Drew," I whispered. He
nodded his head so I moved my hand down to the waistband of his jeans but
he stopped me.

"Wait,' he said then stood up and faced me. I reached out and unsnapped
then unzipped his jeans. The tail end of his t-shirt was covering my hands
so I couldn't really see what I was doing. After I'd gotten that far I
reached into the waistband and started pulling his jeans down, working hard
to keep his underwear in place. He hadn't said anything about them coming
down yet and besides, it was erotic as hell to leave them in place. I've
always felt that a little coverage was better than full nudity, at least
for awhile. When I got his pants to his ankles Drew reached out and put his
hands on my shoulders for balance then lifted one foot after the other in
order to get them all the way off.

As I said, his t-shirt was fairly long so I didn't see anything, which was
still fine with me, but the boy changed that. He reached down cross armed,
grabbed the hem and pulled his arms up pulling the shirt with them exposing
his torso. He was wearing a pair of purple briefs with no fly, the kind
popular with European boys. It was clear that he'd gotten an erection, the
outline of his hard cock pointing straight up. He didn't appear to be
massive, but did seem large enough, probably over 6 inches or so and that,
along with the medium sized bulge at the bottom indicated that he was
probably a little above average for his age. His belly was mostly flat but
he still had a slight amount of baby fat. Drew let me look at him for a few
moments then said,

"Will you take your jeans off too please?" I stood and when I put my hands
to my waistband he said, "Let me please." I took my hands away and he went
about doing the same thing that I had done to him. I kicked my shoes off
while he did the first part then he crouched down to get the legs
off. Before he was done I pulled my shirt off so that when he finished the
boy was facing my crotch. I was wearing briefs as well and was about half
way hard so the 7½ inches of cock were angled upward toward my right
hip. He didn't stare but he got a good look before he stood up. We just
stood there for a moment in the dim light, looking at each other.

Drew's face was a little rounded but he was still as cute as all hell. He
had large hazel colored eyes that matched his hair and were framed by thick
brows that were slightly darker. His nose was small and just a tad broad
and below it he had perfect, full pink lips seemed to beg to be kissed. I
put my arms out to him and he moved in close then wrapped his arms around
me and held me. Because I was taller than Drew his face rested against my
jaw so one arm went around his head and the other his shoulders. I could
feel his hard young cock pressed against me and the warmth of his body and
the softness of his skin felt wonderful to me, as it did for Drew.

"You're so warm Misha," he said quietly.

"So are you Drew, and infinitely huggable." I let the hand on his back rub
downward but stopped at the waistband of his underwear then moved back up.

"You can touch my butt if you want," he said quietly. I told him I wanted
to touch his entire body.

"I want to touch you too Misha. Maybe we should go to the bedroom." I said
that was a great idea so we separated and he took my hand and led me into
the bedroom. Like the living room the night curtains were open so light
from the city through the gauzy curtains provided plenty of light to see
by. The king sized bed was already turned down so Drew climbed on giving me
a quick glimpse of his delicious little butt before rolling over and
sliding under the covers. I climbed in behind him and we lay there facing
each other for a moment.

"I'd like to kiss you Drew," I told him. His response was to move his face
closer to mine and a moment later out lips touched. The boy began moving
his lips against mine immediately which lead me to believe that this wasn't
his first non-family member kiss. His had rested on my hip, mine on his
shoulder as we kissed and a second later it moved down and too hold of my
cock.

"You seem big Misha," he said after feeling up and down the length of me,
then put his mouth back against mine and kissed me even harder. I moved my
hand down onto his butt and gently rubbed and kneaded his flesh for a
moment then slipped my hand inside and rubbed his bare flesh. Drew moaned
softly in his throat then tried to worm his hand down inside the front of
my briefs. I rolled away from him, lifted my ass up off the bed and slid my
underwear down and then off before rolling back toward him and kissing him
again. Drew's hand went straight for my cock, took hold of me and began
stroking me slowly. I put my hand on his dick and did to Drew what he was
doing to me except he still had his briefs on.

"I want to see you Drew," I told him. The boy did the same thing that I had
done and rolled to his back and slipped his underwear down, pulled his legs
back and slipped them off then lay flat again, his arms at his side. Even
in the dim light I could see that he was beautiful.

Drew's cock was at full stand, stretching as I had guessed to be close to 6
inches, and hanging in the air above his belly. His balls hung gently
between his thighs and from what I could see there wasn't a hair on them. I
could see a small patch of moss growing at the base of his cock and it
appeared to be a dark brown verging on black color which wasn't too much of
a surprise.

"God you are beautiful," I whispered. I reached over and took hold of him
and stroked him a few times then moved my hand down between his thighs to
cup and fondle his smooth balls which earned me a huge inhalation of
breath. I moved over closer to him and held his dick upright and stroked
him again. I didn't ask because I didn't think it was necessary but leaned
down, placed my mouth over the end and closed it then proceeded to suck the
boys' cock.

Drew's hands were in my hair in an instant. His hips thrust up off the bed
briefly then he relaxed back onto the bed. I breathed in the heady
fragrance of a young growing boy, a sweet but musky odor that I loved. I
continued to suck him, stroking his cock and swirling my tongue all around
his sensitive cock head. He allowed me to pay homage to him for about a
minute before he stopped me.

"I wanna do you," he said. I slid up alongside him and before he could move
down I pulled him into my arms and started kissing him. Drew responded
enthusiastically, giving me a full mouth kiss. I held onto him and rolled
him on top of me, the boy going willingly, and not breaking the kiss in the
process. I ran my hands up and down his back then onto the fleshy orbs of
his butt where I squeezed and kneaded.

"You've got a dynamite ass you know that" I said after breaking the
kiss. Drew giggled, said he was glad and that given a chance he might want
to investigate my butt a little more closely.

"But for right now I want to investigate your cock." He slid down, moving
between my legs until my cock was freed up for his inspection. "You've got
a really nice dick Misha," he said, "And you shave down here too." Indeed I
did. I only kept what I called a number 14, a patch of hair about the size
of an average 14 year old, at least in my experience. I kept everything
else down there as smooth as a billiard ball. Fortunately I'm not real
hairy so there aren't any heavy lines of demarcation.

"How do I do this," he asked me so I told him and showed him and he went at
me with plenty of enthusiasm. Drew tried to use his tongue as he suckled me
and had some success. Multi-tasking on a cock would take some practice.

"Hey" I said, stopping him. "If you turn around I can enjoy you as well."
He did as I asked but I wouldn't let him lay beside me; I directed him to
move above me as I had every intention of acquiescing to his request of
getting his balls licked. He straddled my chest and presented his most
secret spot to me along with the sensitive underside of boy balls. I took a
moment to admire the geography; the tight puckered muscle of his honey pot,
the sac of nuts that hung in front of my face like ripe fruit. I took in
the folds of skin that started just below his hole and developed into his
scrotum and in all that I didn't see even so much as the beginning of a
hair.

I raised my head and breathed in, didn't detect anything unpleasant.

"I washed real good less than 2 hours ago Misha if that's what you're
wondering." I smiled then stuck my tongue out and began licking his soft
nuts, pushing the medium sized eggs around. The boy moaned loudly as I
washed up and down the sac, getting close to his hole but not going
there. I loved rimming a boy, honest I did, but I wasn't in too much of a
hurry. My understanding was that we had all night and I intended to use as
much of it as I could to explore every inch, every crack and crevice of his
young God's body.

Drew went back to sucking my cock and I pulled his down so that I could do
the same. As I sucked him I hand my fingers tickle the underside of his
balls all the way up to and including his asshole, testing the muscle,
feeling every inch of flesh that was available to me. We didn't stay like
that very long before Drew started to roll off of me and when he did he
turned around. The boy's hazel eyes were barely open, a sure sign that he
was way up in a fog of hotness.

"I need to cum bad Misha," he said in a husky voice while gripping his
raging hard cock and stroking it a few times. "Can you make me cum?" Damn
straight I could. Drew had rolled onto his back with his legs spread. I
straddled one of them and for just a moment admired how his balls hung. I
loved a boy's ball, I loved how they rested against a boys' crotch,
suspended in the soft skin of a scrotal sac, one orb often slightly lower
than the other. The beginning of life teemed inside those wonderful orbs
and I was going to free up a million or so of the little wigglies and
hopefully provide their owner with the best cum he had ever experienced.

As I reached down with my left hand I asked if he'd ever tugged on his
balls when he jacked off and he nodded his head, giving me a lazy grin at
the same time. I wrapped my hand around his sac, encircling the top of the
skin with my thumb and middle finger and at the same time took hold of his
cock and began to stroke him. I stopped and got off the bed and said,

"Back in a second." I left the room and came back with my overnight bag and
pulled out a bottle of lube. "Ever use this stuff?" He shook his head. I
went into the bathroom and came back with a hand towel.

"You got a really nice dick and a cute butt, you know that Misha," he
said. I thanked him as I poured some lube into my right hand and got back
into position straddling his leg. This time I slid my tightened fist up
over his swollen cock head.

"Oohhh God," he groaned and his body jerked as if it had been given and
electric shock. I tugged on his balls, allowing the free fingers to play
around with them, while I jacked Drew off. I took my time though, wanting
to build the tension in the boy and hoping to determine when he was about
to cum then stopping for a moment to let the fog level dissipate before
going back to it. Drew reached out and took hold of my cock and began
stroking it then asked me for the lube. He poured some in his hand then
went back to jacking me off; the lube creating intense feelings for me and
taking my heat level up quickly.

Drew moaned as I loved him, sometimes his eyes open, sort of, and other his
eyes were closed. I watched his emotions play across his smooth cute face,
the peaks and valleys of his feelings clearly reflected there. I felt my
own orgasm building so worked at bringing Drew off as well.

He grunted loudly and I knew he was there. I kept my hand off of his cock
head, tugged a little harder on his balls and a second later felt his cock
thicken in my hand as he thrust his hips up slightly. A split second later
we were rewarded with a stream of young sperm that shot up onto his chest
alongside his left nipple. There wasn't a lot of it, but enough to make a
clear mark. Two more squirts were mostly large globs that landed on his
belly and after that it was oozing.

Drew had stopped jacking me off while he came, which was no surprise really
but when he was finally finished he went back to it, working his hand up
and down over the head. It only took a moment before I was there and I told
him to stay off the head. He had raised his head enough so that he could
watch so when the first thick jet of cum shot up onto his chest his eyes
widened appreciably. My sperm had landed up close to where his cum had
landed by his nipple and left a 6 inch long streak downward. The tail end
of the squirt ran out and down over his thumb. 4 more squirts very similar
to the first one in size and distance left his torso splattered with the
gooey stuff. After that it was mostly large globs in a lot of liquid that
almost poured out of my cock head, ran down over his thumb and onto his
balls and his thigh. Because he wasn't really keeping my dick in one spot
he managed to even get a large glob that fell down into the crevice between
his smooth balls and his inner thigh, which I thought was pretty hot.

Drew finally stopped tugging on my dick. "Jeez Misha that is a lot of
cum. Do you always make that much stuff?" He was looking down at his torso
then ran a finger through the mess.

"No, only when I'm with a boy that's as cute as you are," I said. Drew knew
it was sort of BS but he liked it just the same. "Come on," I said, "let's
take a shower and I'll show you some other tricks." I got off the bed and
reached out a hand for him then led him to the bathroom.

After getting rinsed off I treated him to a shoulder massage then washed
him from head to toe and didn't miss a thing including his puckered little
hole. After rinsing the soap off I dropped to my knees and sucked his cock
again, since the thing was stiff as stick. I tugged his balls and played
with them as I sucked him until he told me to stop or he'd cum again and he
wanted to wait a little bit. It wouldn't do but that he wanted to wash me
so I allowed him to and like me he didn't miss a trick.

"It feels weird," he said as he ran his fingers back and forth over my
hole. I agreed with him. He took time out to suck me off and staring down
at his absolutely cute face I felt my heart lurch a little bit. God he was
cute. When he was done I lathered up our crotches and hugged him to me,
holding his incredible young butt and began dry humping him. Our cocks were
both at full stand and mashed against each other between our slippery
bellies. Frottage is a great deal of fun as well as erotic and a wonderful
safe sex practice although I didn't need to practice safe sex with the
boy. We kissed as we moved our bodies against each other which added to the
already stimulating experience. Drew began to undulate against me, fucking
against my body. My hands on the orbs of his butt, pulling and pushing
certainly didn't do anything to discourage such action.

"Would you like to fuck me Drew," I asked him softly, my mouth right up
against his ear. My hot breath in the sensitive organ caused the boy to
shiver almost violently against me.

"I wouldn't mind doing that, yeah. I'm not sure that I'm ready to get
fucked though Misha, is that okay?"

It sure is and I wouldn't expect to fuck you although having a finger
stimulating you while getting jacked off is a pretty exciting experience."
He said he might consider that. We rinsed off and I followed him back to
the bedroom, ogling his adorable tight little ass as it swayed in front of
me. He got on the bed then flopped down face first with one leg brought up,
cocked at the knee. I stared for a brief moment. I considered that to be
one of the best, most erotic poses there was. A glorious butt, a delicious
crack and almost the hole which was barely hidden, the gentle folds of
flesh as the fell away from his most secret spot and ended with his balls a
puddle of smooth flesh on the bed. My dick twitched in anticipation.

I sat down on the bed and rubbed his butt, trailed a finger up and down his
crack. Drew wiggled his ass a little bit and moaned into the pillow. "I'm
going to treat you to another incredible experience baby boy," said. I
maneuvered my body so that I could peel his cheeks open. I started at the
wrinkled muscle for just a moment before putting my face down there and
licking him. Drew moaned as brand new feelings ripped through his 13 year
old body. I licked down along his perineum and onto his balls causing the
boy to squirm.

"Roll onto your back Drew," I finally said and he did so, automatically
pulling his legs back to offer me his little delight. I went back at it
mauling his puckered muscle with my tongue. Once again I licked upward and
onto his balls, sucked one of the orbs into my mouth and rolled it around
before letting it plop out then returning to his boy hole. Drew was moaning
loudly as I rimmed him and had reached down alongside his body and pulled
his cheeks even farther open. I wanted to drive my cock into his tight
little boy pussy, wanted to feel the young muscle grip my hard cock as it
slid in and out of his body and showing him the ultimate pleasure of ass
play. As he'd said before, he didn't think he was ready to try that and I
certainly wasn't going to pressure him about it. But he tentatively agreed
to allow a finger up inside there and right then seemed to be a very
opportune time to bring that up.

"Drew, I'd like to slip a lubed finger inside of you," told him. I got a
head nod. I reached over, grabbed the lube, slathered a finger then moved
alongside the boy. "I'm going to suck you while I do this, okay?" He
muttered a yes. I got into position then changed my mind. I wanted Drew to
have the ability to move his hips a little, a natural reaction when a male
is up in a fog of hotness. I propped myself up on some pillows and had him
straddle my chest, explaining as I went. He grinned at me, his eyes heavily
kidded and got into position. I reached between Drew's legs and used my
free hand to pull a cheek open and when I found the target I let my finger
rest at the opening and told the boy to hold his cock down to my mouth
until I could get the head inside. He did as I asked as I pulled my free
hand back and placed it next to his sac. All at one time, I slipped my
finger up his butt, swallowed about half his raging hard cock and cupped
his smooth balls. Above my heard I heard a loud and deep groaning sound as
I began a multi-sensory assault on the young teenage boy.

I slid my finger in and out of Drew's tight little butt. I found his
prostate right off the bat and continued to move my finger back and forth
over the sensitive gland. I moved my mouth on the boys' cock but he read
the situation clearly and began to gently and slowly fuck my mouth. Drew
leaned forward enough to put his hands on the wall above me for balance and
stability as he fucked his first hole, or at least I thought it was his
first. I continued to play with his balls, wiggling my fingers on the silky
flesh and moving the eggs around inside. Needless to say that, despite
having cum less than half an hour before, the boy was ready to squirt
again.

"I'm getting close to cumming Misha. Should I cum in your mouth?" I let him
know that had been my intention. I took my hand from his balls and put it
on his ass and encouraged him to keep fucking my face while my fingertip
concentrated on his the small nut of his prostate. Less than 20 seconds
later he groaned loudly, his cock thickened against my lips and his
prostate hardened against my finger. I felt the warmth of young sperm coat
my tongue and quickly swallowed his offering. There was more although not a
great deal and swallowed it all, savoring the sweet and slightly salty tang
of young boy sperm. I quit sucking him because of the sensitivity of his
post cumming cock head and just lay there, barely moving my lips while he
continued to move his very hips slowly. I stopped finger fucking him as
well but didn't take my finger out of his butt, knowing that he would
experience a sense of loss when I took it out. Drew finally stopped and
started to pull away so I gently pulled my finger out of him. When his cock
came free of my mouth he moved to the side and I slid down on the bed and
as soon as possible he was in my arms with his mouth pressed against mine.

"That was pretty incredible. What was that spot in my butt Misha?" I
explained his prostate to him as he snuggled against me, his head on my
chest. We lay there quietly for almost a minute when I heard the rumble of
his stomach.

"All that exercise makes me hungry," he said.  I asked what he'd like to do
about that and his obvious response was "to eat." When I asked what he'd
like to eat he said spaghetti and meatballs. I pulled away from him
slightly and looked down.

"Is that your favorite food?" he nodded his head the put it back against my
chest. I asked if he wanted to go out or eat in and he said in. I untangled
myself from him and called down to the restaurant and asked if they had it
on the menu which, sadly, they didn't. I knew the city very well and knew
that there was a very good Italian place not far from where we were at so
looked up the number and called. They knew me, said that they would be
happy to deliver a couple of dinners and could have it to me in 25
minutes. I suggested a little clean up and told Drew to wait while I got
out of bed and went to the bathroom. I washed my finger off then got a warm
washcloth and went back to the bed. Drew had rolled back onto his belly and
again I admired his tender butt as I approached. I pulled a cheek open and
proceeded to clean the boy as if he was a baby and he allowed it without
complaint. I returned the cloth to the bathroom and snuggled back up with
him.

We lay there quietly for a bit and drew finally asked, "Will I be able to
see you again sometime if I want to Misha?" I told him the same thing that
Jayson had told me.

"I won't be able to do that Misha. I know I'm going to be famous and I
can't have anyone even think that I'm gay, even though they probably will
anyway but still I won't be able to do anything that would give them reason
to think so." He raised up and looked at me.

"I really loved being with you so far Misha and I know that we're not done
but later on I know I'm going to want to do some guy stuff and there isn't
anyone that I'll be able to go to or trust." I nodded my head.

"Well I tell you what Drew. Before you leave I'll give you my private email
address as well as my private phone number and we'll play things by
ear. How does that sound?" He said that would be great. I knew that dinner
would be arriving soon so suggested that I get up, put on a robe and get
ready to answer the door. Or we could get dressed. I asked if wanted to eat
naked in the living room and of course I got a bug grin. When the knock
came on the door I answered it and set the things on the table in the
living room and Drew came in, his tender young cock finally in its default
state and swaying as he walked.

"You've got a terrific body Drew," I commented as he came up to me. He
grinned and offered himself up for a kiss, which I took, then shrugged out
of the bathrobe and we sat down to eat. Talk was light and I asked him what
he was going to be famous for.

"I play a couple of instruments but mostly I write my own music and
sing. I've had a couple of things posted on you tube and have gotten a lot
of hits." I asked him if he'd sing something for me after dinner but he
stood up, cleared his mouth and began to sing. His voice was clear and
sweet as only a boy his age could be and he was completely on key. I put my
fork down and simply listened to him and almost forgot that he was
naked. It was amazing, he was amazing. Within a year I would look back on
that little private performance and smile knowing that no one else in the
world had that experience with him and likely wouldn't for some years to
come.

When he sat back down I didn't say anything for a while. "That was amazing
Drew." The boy almost blushed.

"Thank you." We finished dinner and sat cuddled on the sofa looking out
from the 28th floor onto the sprawling city. We talked about his dreams,
his fantasies and his fears his liked and his dislikes. We began making out
again and took turns sucking each other's cocks before moving back to the
bedroom. Drew licked my hole as well as my balls and declared that he
enjoyed doing both of those things. I showed him the pleasure that his
nipples could bring as well as a variety of other "hot" spots on his young
body.

Drew fucked me about 20 minutes later. I wanted to be on my back, to look
up onto the boy's beautiful face and watch his emotions reflected there as
he lost his virginity. He finger fucked me first to get me prepped although
his cock size wasn't a problem for me. My partner was hung much like me so
I was used to it. The expression on the boys' face when he slid his cock
inside of me was one of wonderment and awe. He kept his eyes on the action
as he slid inch after inch of his 13 year old cock inside a tight warm hole
for the first time in his life as if to make sure that he wasn't dreaming.
I had him lean forward on the bed in order to get the best depth which also
brought our face closer.

"Okay baby boy, love me. Fuck me good Drew, fuck me hard." I whispered. He
began the movement, pulling out and pushing in and it didn't take long
before he had a good steady rhythm going. His face was a mix of pleasure
and pain, of awe and pride that he was doing what a boy was supposed to do,
using his hard young cock for its secondary purpose in life; to fuck.

I reached around and put my hands on his ass, reveling in the feeling of
him. "God your cock feels so good inside of me Drew. I want to keep your
cock in me forever," I crooned to him. The boy picked up speed and his
balls began to whack against my butt. Drew's cock was almost perfect for
me, it fit my hole well. He opened his eyes about as much as he could and
looked down on my face.

"Are you having fun baby boy," I asked him.

"Fuck yes Misha. I can't believe how this feels. My God." I was a little
surprised at the language because I'd never heard him curse or text me in
curse. He kept on fucking me and I could tell that he had to be getting
close.

"Fuck me hard baby. Fuck me hard and shoot your sperm into me. Give me some
of you forever Drew, god make me cum Drew, fuck me into cumming." All of a
sudden he was there. Drew almost roared as he began squirting his young cum
into my ass and the feelings I had for him, for the experience, took me
over the edge as well.

"Oh fuck baby boy I'm cumming too." I began shooting wads of cum out onto
my belly and I could tell from the expression on Drew's smooth young face
that my asshole was constricting against his cock and then he groaned. I
knew that he'd had a second orgasm, that rare thing that guys sometimes
get. He continued to fuck me, moving his narrow little ass from side to
side as he drilled his teenage cock in and out of my ass. Drew's mouth was
hung about half way open as feeling that he'd never dreamed of let alone
felt, ripped through his innocent body. Goddamn I loved being a boy's first
fuck.

Drew finally slowed down and then stopped. He was breathing heavily and I
could each throb of his heart through his cock. "Can you lay on me baby
boy?" He lowered himself until he rested against me. I held him tightly,
kissed him, then just held him some more. I loved holding a smooth warm
boy, especially like this, with spent cock still stuck in my ass. He let
his head rest on my shoulder.

"That was incredible sweet boy," I said softly in his ear. "That was
probably the best fuck I've had in a long time. You were so good, so
strong. I feel like having you fuck me all night long." I loved talking to
a boy like that after he fucked me. It made them feel so powerful in terms
of their self-worth. The fact was that I loved talking to them like
that. We lay there like that for a solid minute or more and I could feel
his young cock shrinking, an event that Mother Nature built in to males for
a reason.

"It's gonna come out Misha," he said and in fact his cock squished out of
me like a melon seed, much to my dismay and his. "Do you want me to move,"
he asked and I shook my head and said I didn't. I loved having him lie on
me, loved having the continued body contact.

We finally had to move however because my sperm was cooling and starting to
run. We got off the bed and headed to the shower where we quickly rinsed
off. We processed what that had been like for him which of course was only
short of miraculous in his mind.

"It was so tight on my cock Misha and it felt so, incredibly awesome. Is it
always like that?" I suggest that it probably wasn't for most of us mostly
because the first time was in fact the first time; all new and
unexpected. "Is it fun for you too?" I explained that it was although I was
probably more of a top than a bottom. My partner was more of a bottom than
a top so it worked out well for us.

We went back into the living room and I pulled the tiramisu from the small
fridge and we ate it sitting on the living room floor. We ended up back in
the bed doing pretty much what we'd done before. There was lots of cock
sucking, rimming, kissing and hugging. I wanted to get him off doing
frottage so lubed up our cocks and the surrounding area. I took the
dominant position and lowered my waist to his then began the process. I
humped against him, our hard cocks mashed between our bellies and against
each other. I felt the feeling rise and ebb, hear the boy inhale sharply at
times and moan at other times. Because he's cum 3 or 4 times already we
managed to move like that for an easy 20 minutes. When we kissed it was
with a great deal of energy and enthusiasm. Clearly Drew was being taken
back up the escalator of hotness.  The boy was pushing and humping and
grinding against me almost furiously. He crammed his lips against mine,
shoved his tongue into my mouth and breathed heavily through his
nose. Finally he said,

"Misha I think I want you to put your cock in me." His voice had deepened
considerably and his eyes were once again sagging to a point of almost
being closed. I looked down at him as I continue to rub against him.

"Yes, I'm sure, I'm positive, just put it in me. Put it in me now." I knew
better than to have any more dialog with him. Because my cock was so slimy
with lube and precum I didn't feel like I needed to add any to his puckered
hole. I moved off of the boy, sliding down between his hairless thighs and
immediately pushed his legs back, revealing his hole. I moved in quickly,
put my swollen cock head next to it and pushed. Surprisingly it slipped in
quickly and easily. Drew gasped at the invasion of his most secret spot. I
stopped moving but he told me not to.

"No don't stop Misha, put your cock all the way inside of me." I did as the
boy asked, watching his face intently for any sign that I needed to stop or
pull out of him. I got none. His eyes were closed and his face grimaced in
pain a couple of times but eventually my pubic hair was touching his flesh
and I was all the way inside of the boy. Drew's asshole wasn't any
different than any other asshole except that it was his and it was at the
other end of a darling, cute face, an incredibly cute face. I didn't wait
for him to give me the go ahead but started to fuck him. I went slowly and
deliberately using about half my cock length. He finally opened his eyes
and shot me a lazy smile.

"How are you doing baby boy?"

"I'm doing great Misha. I thought this would hurt a lot more but it doesn't
it feels really good. I slipped my arms under his legs and leaned forward,
placing my hands on the bed level with his chest. Only then did I begin to
fuck the gorgeous 13 year old harder. From that angle I was driving almost
down into Drew and each thrust caused him to grunt slightly. I continued to
watch his face and saw the reaction to the ebb and flow of feelings that
were flooding his tender young body. I loved fucking a boy. I loved fucking
a boy as cute as Drew and I really loved fucking a boy as cute as Drew with
the sweet gentle personality that he possessed. It made me want to make it
the best fuck I'd ever give.

"Oh god Misha, Oh god," he moaned deeply as I power fucked him. I slid my
thick cock in and out from the side, from a position raised up on my toes
and then lower, each angle creating different feeling inside the boys' ass.

"Harder," he said in a deep but soft voice, "fuck me harder Misha." I felt
my balls swinging then smacking into him enough that it would have hurt
like hell under any other circumstances. I slammed into the boy with every
fiber of my being.

"Fuck I'm cumming," he cried out all of a sudden than almost started
screaming, sounding much like a little girl. I felt his asshole twitch
against my cock and drilled him harder bringing on my own orgasm.

"Fuck Drew here's my sperm," said, my own voice deepened heavily by lust. I
fired jet after jet of warm cum into the boy reveling in the feeling of
having bred him, of now owning a small piece of him, of creating a memory
that would last his entire lifetime. I stopped and ground my ass in
circles, pressed into him as far as I could go then started fucking him
again. I lowered my head and pressed my lips against his and he threw his
arms around my neck and kissed me with as much vengeance as I was kissing
him. When I broke it off I could see tears in his eyes, large drops of
water running down his cheeks. I was worried that I'd hurt him but a moment
later his eyes opened and he gave me a lopsided grin.

"They're happy tears Misha, honest. Can you try to lay on me now," he
asked. I was long enough that I could manage that so let his legs down then
gently lowered myself onto him. Drew had put his hands on my hips at first
and as I settled in he put his arms around my back and rubbed it, moved
down onto my butt and rubbed me there.

"If wasn't going to be famous I think I could live with you as a full time
lover." I raised an eyebrow, wondering what change had come over the boy
but knowing that he most likely had just discovered the true Drew, or
whatever his real name was. It happened like that sometimes.

"I'm not sure how my partner would respond to that but thankfully I don't
think we have to be too concerned, since you're going to be famous and
all."

"Yeah, I know." We lay just breathing until my cock squished out of him
then I rolled onto my side and pulled him to me. We kissed and gently
rubbed on each other until he yawned hugely.

"Come on; let's get you clean up baby boy." He looked at me.

"You know what? I really like hearing you call me that. I like being your
baby boy Misha." I kissed him, rolled off the bed and like the first time,
offered him my hand. Our shower process was much amended this time around
and when we were done we crawled back into bed and snuggled, spooned front
to back. I held him gently, reveling in the feeling of having a boy close
to me like that. I remember my early teen years when I'd cuddle with Anton
every night when we slept together. It didn't take long before Drew's
breath evened out and he was snoring quietly. I lay there awake, wondering
what his future was going to be like, would be become famous, like he
believed. I finally drifted off to sleep with Drew still in my arms.

I woke in the middle of the night from a dream to discover it wasn't a
dream. Drew was still backed up to me with his hand behind him trying to
get my cock into his ass. I was hard as stone but the position was all
wrong.

"Hold on a second Drew." I turned over and grabbed the bottle of lube off
the night stand, slathered my raging hard on and then smeared his
asshole. I had him hold a leg up out of the way then guided my cock head to
his hole. It took a little maneuvering but I got the head inside. This time
he asked me to wait so I did until he finally told me to go ahead. I
slipped all the way inside of him then pulled his upped leg back and draped
it over mine. I reached around his waist and held him while I pushed my
cock deep inside of him. I fucked him that way for a good 10 minutes and
while not the best position it was still fun and different. I enjoyed
holding a boy like that while I loved him. It gave me opportunity to play
with his dick, stroke him, and even play with his sac.

"Love me like before Misha," he finally said so we uncoupled, he rolled
onto his back and I entered him. I slipped my arms under his legs and was
soon slamming down into him with a great deal of force. Drew was moaning
loudly, rubbing my back, kissing my face. We finally came together in a
crashing orgasm that left us both breathing heavily. When I was done he
asked me if I could take it out then put it back in from behind him, just
like we started. I did and the boy worked to get his body into a position
where I could hold him and still stay inside.

"What an awesome way to go to sleep Misha," he said. I kissed his neck and
blew in his ear then just held him and he did fall asleep with me still
inside of him.

We played around again the next morning. Some cock sucking and Drew fucking
me again rounded out his sexual experience. We showered again, had
breakfast delivered and ate naked on the living room floor again. We talked
about what the entire experience was like for him.

"I think I really like being with a guy, at least with you Misha. I know
that soon, I won't be able to do anything like this. I know that some stars
have done that, have come out, but I don't think I'll be able to. My fan
base is going to be preteen and teenage girls and be being gay could have a
huge bad effect on my career." I agreed with him wholeheartedly. He
reiterated his desire to be with me again in order to get his "dick fix" as
he called it, which made me laugh. I told him he had my numbers.

We kissed and hugged and said goodbye and Drew said he'd never ever forget
me. I pledged the same to him. I left the hotel first and headed home to my
sweetheart Anton and told him the whole story. He said that Drew sounded
like a very nice boy and that if our paths crossed some time in the future
Anton wouldn't be opposed to my spending time with the boy and said that he
wouldn't mind meeting him, if the opportunity came up.

Within a year the boy had indeed become famous and within 2 years there
couldn't have been more than a dozen people on the planet who didn't know
who he was. Of course they didn't know him by Drew.

Did he stay in contact with me? Did he come back to me for his "dick fix"?
I can't say and I won't say. I promised him, and I keep my promises to
everyone who makes a discrete inquiry.