Date: Fri, 26 Sep 2008 18:15:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: Encounters With Boys

This is a series of short little vignettes that have to do
with adult & minor males in sexual situations. If you
shouldn't be here for some reason ... blah blah, blah. Some
of these have the potential for a longer story but I doubt
that I'll pursue it. Some of these are true stories others
are not. You are free choose to believe what ever suits your
fancy. Regardless, N-joi
Hugs
Tag_m


Encounter 1

It was about 7:30 in the evening and I'd had to make a last
minute run to Home Depot for some things so that I could
start my project early on Sunday morning. I first saw the
boy as I was trying to make a turn from one aisle to the
other in the parking lot and he was walking from the store,
presumably to a parked vehicle. I started to turn then he
turned toward where I was which means I had to stop for him.

About thirteen he was a slender blond cutie wearing those
sports shorts, in his case blue with a white band down the
leg that boys and girls seemed to affect with regularity.
What was readily apparent was the fact that he had his hand
on his crotch cupping his stuff in that off hand,
unconscious way that boys often times do. Well, men to it as
well.

So he kept going as did I and our paths crossed again less
than a minute later and as he did the first time he did one
of those dodging moves that people do when they're facing
each other and both move to go around the other only to find
the other person going in the same direction. So you
automatically go to the other side but so do they. So that's
what happened. He smiled and waved, using the hand that
wasn't otherwise occupied with his boyhood pride and joy,
and I waved back and smiled.

I parked and fiddled with my list, got the brackets that I
was returning along with my cell phone, opened the door and
got out, then hit the remote to lock it. I'd watched the boy
go to a smaller motor home and enter it, the doorway facing
the street and not the store. We both headed toward the
entrance and our paths converged once again.

"Sorry `bout that," he said in a voice that was headed
toward deepening but still had some way to go.

"No worries," I responded.

"Sometimes I'm such a blond," he said and being a blond
myself I pointed to my head and readily agreed.

"That's depressing. I hoped I'd get over it when I got
older." He said with a grin that showed off straight white
teeth.

"Well I'd like to think that it gets better with age but
there're plenty of things that we don't grow out of," I
said.

"Like what else," he said as he cupped his stuff and
squeezed it a little as his eyes drifted toward my crotch.
I decided the kid might be a player so took a chance which
would either get my ass kicked by his father if he chose to
tell him what I'd said, or I'd get a knowing nod. We stopped
to allow a string of cars that were driving past or turning
into the aisle where we stood.

"Well," I said with a much lower voice and a conspiratory
glance around us, "Always checking to make sure I still had
a dick," I told him, nodding at his hand and groin. I got
the knowing nod along with the smile.

"You still do that?" he asked as he let his hand drop.

"Oh yeah; man's best friend isn't always his dog.

"Or a boy's," he said for clarification.

We began moving, closing the gap between the store and
parking area and as much as I wanted to keep the word play
going I started veer toward the collection of gas grills.

"I'd love to keep on chatting with you." the boy quickly
picked up on the pause.

"Jay," he said.

"Kevin," I responded." But I need to check out the grills so
maybe I'll see you around."

"That'd be cool," and as he headed for the doors I admired
his butt. Just before going inside he looked over his
shoulder, saw me looking at him and smiled. Five minutes
later I saw him standing at the return counter with a man,
presumably his father. He was standing sort of sideways to
me and leaning on the counter. He didn't see me but I could
see his left hand, hidden from view from just about any
angle except where I stood. I leaned against a small counter
that displayed a bunch of "how to" and "Ideas" magazines and
watched as he kept on groping then leaving it alone only to
return to a grope. The cycle continued like that for a few
minutes until he turned his head and saw me. Smile nod.

Their transaction completed, Jay and his dad turned and
headed out of the customer service kiosk. Jay went for
another grope but this time it seemed like he focused on his
balls which presented me, and anyone else who might be
looking, a clear outline of his cock. Looked pretty nice,
maybe five inches give or take.  He smiled at me again but
kept on going.

I got my return taken care of and went on about the rest of
my business. Ten minutes later found me in the lumber
department where I ran into my young friend and his father.
Jay was standing idly while his father talked with what
appeared to be a store manager and his hand strayed to his
crotch about once a minute. As he saw me on the next aisle
over, spying me through the piles of stacked wood. He rubbed
his dick again.

"Excuse me dad," he said. "I'm gonna go lay down my stomach
is kinda sore."

"Okay son but I'm going to be at least another half hour
maybe longer." The boy nodded and started toward the front
of the store then turned toward me and indicated that he
wanted me to follow. I wasn't about to turn down whatever
the boy was offering so I headed toward the exit, leaving my
shopping cart along the way. As I rounded the corner of the
motor home I saw Jay waiting for me with the door open.

"Come on, we don't have much time," he commanded. I followed
him inside and closed the door behind me. "Fuck I'm so
horny," he said, "Can I suck your cock?" I didn't ask any
questions but simply tugged my cargo shorts and boxers down.
Jay dropped to his knees in front of me.

"Fuck nice cock Kevin," he said as he cupped my seven soft
inches. He squeezed and fondled, cupping my balls then took
the head of my still mostly limp dick into his mouth. The
warmth of him got me full on boned up in short order and I
must say the boy had some experience at sucking cock because
he did a very credible job although his mouth got sore after
about two minutes.

"You wanna suck mine?" he asked as he stood up. The front of
his short were tented out so in answer I grasped at the
cloth covered stiffness for just a second then reached up
with both hands and pulled his clothing
down. I loved 13 and 14 year old boys and Jay was right
there with those things I loved most.

Five and a half inches of stone hard teenage cock stood
proudly at attention in front of his slender flat belly and
a very slight patch of dark brown moss. His balls hung
loosely below his boyhood pride and joy, the smooth hairless
sac pressed against on pale thigh. I took hold of his
rampant cock, squeezed and stroked it a couple of times then
got to my knees in front of him. I pulled it down and licked
the swollen head causing him to moan then put my mouth over
it and took the entire thing inside. The fragrance of a
growing boy was cloying.

"Oh fuck," the boy gasped as my throat muscles massaged the
sensitive flesh for just a second before I backed off. I
cupped his nuts and stroked his cock as I suckled him and it
wasn't long before he muttered that he was going to cum.
Like any boy his age could last long at all when someone who
sucked a mean cock was doing that exact thing with them.

"Ohh fuuuuuck," he groaned and I felt his dick thicken then
the warmth of his sperm as he emptied it into my mouth. Jay
managed a couple of good squirts before he slowed to oozed
then the sensitivity was too much for him so I had to stop.

I stood up and continued to gently stroke him reveled a
moment in post orgasmic bliss.

"That was awesome, the best," he said then reached for my
cock again, which was still hard and still fully exposed.
"You want me to make you cum?" he asked. I asked if we had
time and he said we did. I nodded my head and he went back
to his knees and back to sucking my dick. I knew it was
going to take a while so I put my hand on the shaft and
began stroking it, jacking off while he sucked me. Like I
had done to him, Jay cupped and fondled my balls as he
sucked me. Looking down on the cute young smooth face helped
get me to where we both wanted me.

"I'm gonna cum pretty soon," I told him. He stopped sucking
long enough to tell me to cum in his mouth then took me back
inside again. I put a hand on his head and slowly undulated
my hips, fucking his willing mouth and in no time at all I
was there. I told him I was, he kept on sucking and I
started cumming. To his credit Jay didn't pull away and took
every drop of the four solid jets of sperm that I pumped
into his mouth along with the oozing.

I finally pulled away and he stood up and I saw a small drip
of cum running down from the corner of his mouth. That was
fucking hot to see I must say. I wiped it off for him and he
said thanks. I could have stayed with the boy for hours but
that wasn't going to happen. I did ask if he wanted to hook
up some other time. He told me the general area where he
lived but said that it was unlikely that we would run into
each other. We said our thank you's and goodbye's and I went
back into the store to finish what I'd started. I've had a
few such experiences with boys but Jay was about the cutest
one of the batch.

Encounter 2

I'd gone to Safeway for the usual beginning of the week
lunch things. When I first saw the boy I wasn't sure if it
was a he or a she. He was standing sort of sideways to me
and talking to a man and a woman. Short, slender, in jeans
and t-shirt, he could have been a twelve year old girl. The
shaggy dirty blond hair had plenty of loose curl in to help
complete the already confusing image. I also heard his voice
which didn't help sway me one way or the other in terms of
his sex. Boy or girl, it had a dynamite ass which wasn't
obscured by the usual over sized t-shirt that kids wore.
Instead, the olive green camo shirt fit the child well, the
bottom hem barely past his her waist.

I kept going, trying to figure out a way to see his her face
when the trio moved and kid turned in my direction and
looked right at me. Still not sure, I allowed my eyes to
quickly scan the front of his low hanging jeans, and got my
confirmation, definitely a boy. Not a large boy necessarily
but there was enough of a bulge to confirm that he wasn't a
she.

The dark blond curls softly framed a diamond shaped face,
wider at the cheekbones and narrow at the chin. Huge brown
eyes dominated the top portion and perfectly shaped lips and
white teeth drew the eye to the lower part and his lips
parted in a smile to show off his pearly white teeth. The
kid was cute as all hell, a pixie sort of kid and one that I
would have loved to bed. Of course I'd love to bed just
about every boy I see but this one was, if not one of a
kind, certainly very memorable.

I went about my business which brought me into contact with
the boy again although he was engaged in conversation with
the couple he was with and didn't particularly acknowledge
me.  The next time I saw him he was walking down an aisle in
front of me. There was no one else in the aisle but the two
of us and I was grateful as hell for that. Like boys these
days his jeans were hanging off of him but this was beyond
most of what I'd seen so far. I swear to God and all of his
children that most of this boy's entire ass was hanging out.
His jeans were so low that he walked with his knees bowed,
like boys do to prevent their pants from falling to their
knees. His blue patterned boxers fit his narrow butt well
and were indented into the crack of his ass and all but
separating the glorious orbs. He stopped to look at
something and as I passed I couldn't help myself so quietly
I said,

"I don't want to rain on your parade but in this little town
the police will give you a hundred and ten dollar ticket if
they see your butt hanging out like that." It was true. Like
many town across the country the suburban town we were in
had enacted that law. "Don't get me wrong, I don't mind it,
but some of the retired people do. Just so ya know." He
looked right at me and smiled as he hiked his jean up. I put
my palm up and said,

"Honest, don't pull them up on my account. I rather enjoy
the view." I don't generally put myself out there quite like
that but figured the kid wouldn't mind. He didn't but smiled
again and said,"

"Thanks. And thanks for the warning." I went back to my own
business. I saw him again later in the checkout line
chatting with the couple I'd seen him with. His body was
facing me but his eyes were focused on them. He reached up
under his t-shirt to rub his chest and gave me a great shot
of a very flat lower belly and about five inches of boxers
and a lump of what I assumed was the root of his boyhood
pride and joy. The kid was definitely someone I'd love to
explore more thoroughly.

I moved into line behind the trio and again admired the
boy's ass when he hiked his jeans up where they belonged,
not that they stayed there very long. The trio made it
through the check out and parted, the couple saying,

"See ya later Joey." Ahaa, so now I had a name to go along
with the jack off fantasy that I would undoubtedly have
about the boy. Joey headed out the door; I slogged through
the check out system and headed out the same door the boy
had gone through. I saw him sitting on a bench against the
wall and when he saw me he waved and smiled and I waved
back. I wished like hell that I had a legit reason to go in
his direction but I didn't and headed for my car instead.

After I unloaded my stuff I headed toward the cart return
bin and saw that Joey had started to walk across the parking
lot but had been stopped by one of the local cops, who had
gotten out of his car and was talking to the boy. The cop,
who had to fresh out of the academy, was pointing to
Joey's sagging jeans and thus answering any question I might
have had about what was going on. I took a deep breath and
headed toward the two, calling out from about thirty feet
away.

"Joey." The boy turned and the officer looked up as I quick
walked toward them, my hand waving.

"Where did you go; I was looking all over for you." The
officer looked me up and down for a second.

"You know this kid?" he asked with a certain degree of
attitude.

"Yes, he's my nephew, he's visiting from Cincinnati," I
lied.

"Well if he's going to be out in public around here he needs
to keep his pants up. We have an ordinance about excessive
exposure of undergarments." I was tempted to ask just how
they defined excessive but kept my mouth shut.

"Well he's only been here a few days officer; I'll make sure
it doesn't happen again."

"Next time it's a hundred and ten dollar fine," he said. I
told him I understood and looked at Joey.

"Let's go home," I said and started toward the car. The boy
walked right next to me so I threw my arm around his
shoulders and hugged him a little closer. "Play along with
me, I said under my breath. The boy put his arm around my
waist and we headed toward the car, a Platinum Edition of
the Hyundai Sonata. I pulled the keys and hit the remote
then took my arm away allowing Joey to go around to the
passenger side and get in.

"Thanks for saving my ass," he said as soon as we closed out
doors. His voice was still had a way to go before he was
fully out of puberty, the rather high tonal quality almost
like music to my ears. Since I'd already dropped a few hints
and he seemed friendly enough I took another risk.

"Well, it's a pretty nice looking ass; definitely worth
saving," I told him. He smiled, seemingly not in the least
intimated by my statement.

"Thanks. You wanna see it again? It's the least I can do
since you just saved it." Rather a bold young thing I
thought as I considered the implications of what he'd said.
He took my pause for something else.

"You like boys don't you? I don't mind if you look at me.
It's kind of sexy actually."

"Well I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't interested Joey but
where do you propose we hold the viewing" I asked.

"Well, you told the cop we were going home so, let's go
home." Sometimes I loved the pure logic of boys his age as
well as their ability to cut right to the chase. I had
nothing to do lose but a life time of freedom if he chose to
claim sexual abuse later but I figured that wasn't going to
happen so shrugged my shoulders and headed toward my home,
two miles away.

"So how'd you know my name?" I told him and he responded
with "What's yours?"

"Isaac." He nodded his head.

"I'm not from Cincinnati," he went on, "I'm from Reseda.
That's like, part of LA." I knew that but didn't say
anything. "I've had men try to pick me up before but I
always told em to fuck off."

"So; why the change of heart?"

"They were mostly just old fuckers and you're not. Actually
you're sort of good looking. and young," he added. I wasn't
really, young that is. I was two years past thirty but I
looked ten years younger and had retained my young man's
softer good looks. "Besides I got a friend who let a guy
look at his body and he says it's kinda hot and I sorta
always wanted to try it and since I'm away from home." he
let the sentence trail so I could fill it in however I
wanted. I chose to ask how he ended up where he was at and
he said that he was visiting an aunt who was kinda grouchy,
like she was on the rag all the time. I nodded in
understanding choosing not to ask the circumstances of what
appeared to be a sort of banishment. I asked about the
couple he had been talking with and he said they were
neighbors of his aunt's.

I hit the remote for my garage door as we turned the corner
where my house sat and by the time we got to the top of the
driveway I was able to go straight in, closing it behind us.
We entered the house through the laundry room and I
deposited my sandals at the shoe rack located next to the
stacked washer and dryer. Joey was smart enough to do the
same before following me into the kitchen where I deposited
the two plastic bags then put the milk into the fridge and
the ice cream into the freezer.

My home is a very open floor plan so when I turned, I saw
Joey in the living room standing in front of a belly high
book case and looking at the wall above it where my
collection of martial arts weapons was arranged. He was
standing with his arms clasped behind his neck which seemed
to pull his t-shirt up a little. His jeans hung low on his
hips and once again gave up a fair amount of his tight
little butt and once again the fabric of his boxers seemed
to inch into the cleft of his cheeks leaving very little if
anything to my active imagination. I walked over and perched
on the arm of a sofa that sat ten feet from where he was
standing.

"What are those?" he asked, standing on tip toes and
pointing to a pair of Sai's. The move gave up even more of
the boy's ass and I wondered for a moment just how he was
keeping his jeans from falling to the floor. I explained the
history of the weapon while my eyes feasted. He asked a few
more questions, each time pointing, which cause his shirt to
rise and showing me boxer clad cheeks. Joey finally turned
his head and looked over his shoulder at me.

"So, how long to I have to keep showing you my butt before
you make a move on me?" I was more than a little surprised
but frankly I had been wondering the same thing. He had only
agreed to show me his ass, nothing more, and so far he'd
lived up to that statement. I'd wanted more than that and
apparently he was willing. He'd turned his head back toward
the wall then surprised me again by leaning his upper body
down and resting his elbows on the top of the book shelf
which pushed his little ass out toward me.

I got up and walked over to him and gently rested my hands
on his slender hips and gently rubbed my hands on the
exposed expanse of boxers. Bent over like he was, his jeans
were half way down his butt, I dropped to my knees, put my
fingers in his back pockets and slipped them down to his
ankles. Joey used one foot to hold the other pant leg in
place then pulled his foot out and repeated the move then
used a newly freed up foot to shove his jeans off to the
side. The entire time he stayed bent over, his cute little
butt practically in my face.

I rubbed and kneaded his butt cheeks then slid my hands up
under the legs and rubbed at his hips. I wanted his cock but
was still a little wary so I pulled my hands out, rubbed his
butt a little more then his hips again and from there I
moved one hand around to his front. My fingers ran up
against his dick which was pushing at the front of his
underwear, hard as stone. I gently squeezed it with my
fingers and got a sharp inhalation of
breath. He didn't feel real big, probably five inches or
less, appropriate for what I guessed was a thirteen year old
boy .

I took my hands back and slid back up under the legs of his
boxers, moved my hand around and again ran into his cock. I
gripped his warm flesh and squeezed gently again and again,
the boy moaned.

"Take my underwear off Isaac," he told me, his voice more
husky than before. I removed my hands and did as he asked,
slowly slipping the waistband down over his body and
exposing his dynamite ass for the first time. He stepped out
of his boxers then turned around. He was gorgeous. Four and
half to five inches of slender, rock hard boy cock stood
proudly at attention in front of him, his t-shirt puddled
against the base of his dick and hiding his pubic bone from
me. He fixed that problem quickly then stood before me naked
as the day he was born.

Joey had a small amount of moss growing at the base of his
dick, the strands a very dark brown. His balls, smooth and
hairless, hung loosely below his raging hard cock and I
could almost hear the sperm inside the small eggs gearing up
for release.

"I know you were interested in my butt but I want you to be
interested in my dick too." His pelvis was thrust forward
provocatively as he leaned back, resting his elbows and
upper body weight on the top of the book shelf. I reached
out and took hold of the rampant little pole and stroked it
a few times before using my other hand to cup and tug at his
balls. I looked up and saw that Joey's eyes were closed, his
perfect mouth slightly open, and the overall expression on
his smooth soft face one of pleasure. I didn't see the next
expression but I heard his groan as I put my mouth over his
cock and closed down on it.

Joey's body went rigid for just a moment as his cock head
bounced off the back of my throat and my lips gripped the
base of his pride and joy. I took in the fragrance of him,
the mix of sweat and the almost sweet odor of a growing boy.
Both hands went behind him to grip, knead and fondle the
globes of his butt while Joey's hands rested against the
side of my head as if to hold me still as he began a slow
undulation, gently pumping his cock into my mouth. His
breathing became faster and low moans began to escape from
deep in his throat.

"Wait," he finally said, pulling his dick from my mouth. "I
don't want to cum yet and I want to see your dick." That was
a reasonable request so I stood up and Joey watched raptly
as I took my clothes off starting with my shirt and ending
with my boxers.

"Dude you're huge," he said with some awe in his young
voice. I wasn't really, only slightly over seven inches
long, but to a young boy who apparently hadn't seen that
much cock I guess I was. He reached out and took hold of me
and felt up and down the rigid length of me.

"It's so hard and soft at the same time. And warm. Your
balls are big too. I bet you make a ton of sperms." The cute
young teen held my nuts and pulled gently on them. "You mind
if I try and suck you off?" I told him to go ahead. He got
on his knees and took my cock in his hand then pulled it
downward, leaned forward and closed his mouth down over the
head and a few inches of the shaft. He gave it a good go,
bobbing his head to and fro and using his tongue every now
and again. His other hand was very busy cupping my balls
and, looking down at him, I couldn't resist putting my hand
gently on the side of his head. He actually pressed his head
against my hand so I ruffled his hair a little bit. He
finally stopped and stood up, working his jaw.

"Mouth gets sore," he said by way of an unneeded
explanation. "I really need to cum Isaac. Can we like, go to
your bed or something." I nodded my head and two minutes
later we were sprawled on my king sized bed, man and boy
ready for action.

"I can't get over how big your dick is," he said and reached
over to hold and stroke me. Since we were so close I did the
same to Joey using a thumb and two fingers to accomplish the
task. It didn't take long before his panting accelerated and
he told me he was getting close. I rose up on my elbow to
take full charge of his slender young body and continued to
jack him off.  A moment later his cocklet thickened between
my fingers and thumb and he squirted. Well, he dribbled
first then squirted; a nice healthy little stream of watery
sperm that landed above his belly button. I continued to
move my fingers up and down on his cock, managing to coax
out a little more liquid that oozed down over said fingers.

I finally let go of him, reluctantly of course. I did
continue to rub him on the inside mid thigh area while I
admired his body and he recouped his energy and eventually
opened his eyes and shot me a lazy, satisfied smile.

"That was fucking tic; thank you," he said.

"The pleasure was all mine," I responded, "well, okay not
all mine." I moved my hand up and scooped his boy nectar
with my fingers then licked it off. "Mmmmmm yummy."

I rolled off of the bed, returned to the bed with a warm
wetted washcloth. With a knowing smile I held it tight to
Joey's balls and got a heavy low moan. I gave it a few
seconds then moved up and wrapped it around his cock and
squeezed for a few more seconds before I repeated the
procedure on a nipple, tweaking the rosy little nubbin
through the still warm cloth. Each stop garnered a reaction
indicating pleasure. I tossed the washcloth in the general
direction of the bathroom door then slid up a long side the
boy and rubbed his chest.

"You sure know how to do a bunch of feel good stuff," he
said, looking into my eyes. I told him that he was a good
student and with plenty of practice he'd know all of it.

"Well I don't have a lot of time today," he informed me
after looking over my shoulder at the clock. "But we can
hook up again if you want to." I most assuredly did and I
assuredly told him so and asked how much time he had left
right then and how would we contact each other.

"I have enough time to make you cum and I think it's better
if I call you and not the other way around." I agreed to
both statements. He draped across my thighs facing me so I
had easy access to his dick while he stroked on mine. For
good measure he took it into his mouth and sucked on me for
a minute or two then went back to serious jacking. It took a
good three to four minutes before I finally came; the
process speeded up by my fondling of Joey's stuff. My orgasm
wasn't anything spectacular in terms of a cum shot but it
did produce a fair amount of liquid that pooled in my belly
button as well as covering the area around it. Joey was
suitably impressed and was quite vocal about it.

We cleaned up completely then I took Joey back to where I'd
found him and dropped him off with his promise of getting a
hold of me within the next few days. He never did call me
and I never did see him again. I didn't go out of my way to
look for him but I did keep my eyes open. I thought I might
have spied him with a couple of other boys his age but when
I turned around and went back they were no where in sight. I
enjoyed my time with Joey and would have loved to spend more
but that's just the way it goes.



Encounter 3

I had earned spending money for the past three years baby
sitting. At
sixteen I was in high demand because I was so good with
kids, even the most unruly of them. In those three years I'd
seen plenty kids, both boys and girls, naked. With the girls
it had often been at some point during the bathing process
or where they gave up a crotch shot accidentally and often
unknowingly. Boys, on the other hand, were totally opposite.
Yes I'd seen them in some part of the bathing or bedtime
process but girls were generally somewhat shy and reserved
about their nakedness. Boys practically threw it in my face,
sometimes just showing off, sometimes reveling in the fact
that they could run around naked and not be embarrassed by
it or get in trouble for it. I didn't encourage such
behavior with the boys but I didn't discourage it either.

Discipline was rarely an issue, again mainly with boys, and
maybe that was because most parents gave me permission to
"paddle their butts" if I needed to and they said it in
front of their kids so everybody was clear. Most of the time
it was a matter of sending them to their rooms, or turning
off the TV or some other non physical method. There was the
occasional swat on the butt but that was about it, except
for one boy.

Now, before I go any further I should say that at no time
did I ever engage in anything sexual with the girls and
there were very few times that there was anything sexual
between me and the boys. I'd seen plenty of their hard
little cocks, often by accident and sometimes by their
showing it off, but I generally shined it on. There were a
few times that I played with their little woody's but there
was that one boy and my experience with him transcended
everything I'd ever experienced  and to this day it remains
high in my memory banks.

Anaken, yes from star Wars, was a feisty twelve year old
when this story took place. I'd been watching him for over a
year and a half and at twelve and a few months he could be a
handful. Some days he was mellow other days he wasn't.
Discipline with Anaken while frequent, was usually minor,
and there were only a few times that required a spanking.
One of those times I'd threatened to take his pajama bottoms
down, turn him over my knee and paddle his bare butt. That
was like a challenge to the boy and it resulted in me
following through with my promise.

When I'd stood Anaken back up in his feet after seven or
eight good smacks, up his hands went straight to his crying
eyes and he totally didn't know or seem to care about the
fact that his cock was stone hard and sticking proudly in
the air in front of his boy-ish belly. I'd gotten a little
hard when I'd done it but seeing Anakin's very hard, and
somewhat large for his age cock, my dick went boner
ballistic in seconds. I had to leave him and go straight to
the bathroom where I jerked my pants down and furiously
stroked my then fifteen year old cock until it spurted out a
ton of sperm. Didn't take that many strokes either.

When I returned to the living room Anaken had stopped crying
and as soon as I sat down he climbed up into my lap and
hugged my neck.

"I'm sorry I was mean to you and didn't listen to you Jared.
Please don't be mad at me." I wrapped my arms around his
waist and back and held him close to me, loving the feel of
his compact young body so close to me and inhaling the sweet
air that boys his age seem to give off.

"I know baby boy," I whispered into his ear. We stayed that
way for a good two minutes before he got down and I noticed
that the front of his pajama bottoms was tented out. Anaken
didn't seem to care and I pretended not to notice.

So it was that some six months later we had a revisit to
that scenario. Anaken's parents were gone overnight and I
was staying at their house. The boy had been up to his
mischievous tricks all evening and had been given several
warnings. What happened was, I was in the master bathroom
shower when I got drenched in cold water. Through the
frosted glass I saw a shadow jump down off the toilet and
run out of the bathroom door.

I quickly shut the water off, got out and did a quick dry
off and stormed into the bedroom, fully naked. I was really
pissed and when I saw Anaken lying on his parent's bed I
went over and jerked him off of the bed. I quickly turned
him around, yanked his pajama bottoms down to his ankles,
tossed him across my lap and blistered his bare naked little
bottom. He hadn't been wearing a pajama top so there we
were, the twelve year old boy's slender little bottom in the
air and quickly turning red from my hand as he lay across my
equally naked lap.

I stood up, told him that had been a very stupid and
dangerous trick to pull. His cock was full on hard and had
most definitely grown since the last time that I'd seen it
hard many months before. It didn't matter though because I
was still really pissed and after the quick lecture turned
him back over my knee and gave him another four or five
swats. His arm was flailing around in an attempt to get his
hand back behind him to ward off my spanks. When I pushed it
away it down and held it with my arm it sort of pushed his
hand into my pubic hair and onto my soft dick. That got my
attention and I stood him upright again. He was really
crying and rubbing his eyes which caused his cock to waver
slightly. It was all I could do not to stare that time.

Anaken had to be five inches or so long and from what I
could tell there wasn't a hair in sight on his slender body.
He'd lost a lot of baby fat over the past four or five
months so his belly was flat and slowly dissolved downward
into a classic V which culminated at his aforementioned cock
and a soft hairless bag of balls that hung loosely below
that. While still hairless the boy was as big as thirteen
and sometimes fourteen year old boys that I'd seen naked. I
felt my cock start to rise at the sight of him. I loved boys
and sandy haired Anaken was rapidly climbing to the top of
the list.

Under five feet tall with a very nicely developed body, the
boy had large hazel colored eyes and a bobbed nose with a
very slight smattering of freckles. His smooth face carried
a bit of flushing at the cheeks and generous lips that
covered sparkling white teeth, one that had a very slight
chip on the left front tooth. I dropped my hand into my lap
as he took his hands away from his eyes.

"I'm really sorry Jared," he sniveled then surprised me by
climbing up onto my lap and hugging me very tightly. "I
can't help it sometimes Jared, I just seem to get into
trouble." I hugged him back which only made him get closer
to me which in turn shoved his rock hard earlypubescent cock
into my stomach. I let a hand slip down to his waist while
the other one moved across his shoulders.

"I love you so much, I wish I could always be a good boy,"
he said into my ear. My heart went out to him and I rubbed
up and down his back and onto the nicely padded cheeks of
his butt. I let that hand slide down and stay there under
his little butt to help support him but also to keep my now,
rock hard boner, from going up and slapping the boy on the
ass. I really didn't want him to see me like that then ask
the questions and then who knew what would happen. Well, I
knew what I wouldn't mind happening but again, I didn't want
to encourage that either.

"I love you too baby boy," I whispered in his ear. His arms
tightened around my neck and he gently pushing his cock
harder against me and then the little shit undulated his
hips a little. I felt his stone hard cock rub against my
belly and I froze, not wanting to move in case he stopped. I
absently rubbed my hand back and forth across his butt,
moving softly so that I didn't cause any pain on his already
bruised flesh.

"I like being your baby boy; I like your hand on my butt
like that." Be wiggled a little bit for emphasis and again,
rubbed his hard cock against me. I wasn't sure but I thought
I detected an increase in Anaken's breathing; the boy was
getting turned on by what was going on, by what he
was doing. Then my fingertips grazed across his balls. I
felt myself freeze for a moment wondering how he would
respond to my touch, accidentally thought it was, and was
surprised at the response.

"That felt good Jared, do it again." He whispered. When I
didn't react he added "Please." The three "magic" words that
all children grow hearing: please & thank you, weren't
generally a part of Anaken's vocabulary. I was so surprised
that I did it; I let my fingers move back and forth across
his hanging nuts a couple of times which earned a moan and a
tighter hug from the boy.

"Jared." He whispered, his voice deepened by the feelings
that must have been ripping through his young body.

"Hhmmm," I responded in his ear.

"Put your finger in my butt." I was totally shocked, stopped
all movement, but he was ahead of me. "Please, I really love
it when I put my finger in there I know it will be even
better if you do it. Here," he said and still holding on to
me, leaned over grabbed the intensive care hand lotion that
sat on the nightstand. "Use this, it works real good, I use
it all the time." When I didn't respond he sat up, moved my
arm and then maneuvered my hand in close and pumped some of
the yellowish colored cream in my finger. He set the bottle
down and moved back in to hug me tight and in the process
raised his butt up off my lap a little bit.

I reached behind and beneath him, used one set of fingers to
pull one cheek open then used the fingers of the other hand
to find his puckered little hole. I had done this to myself
so it wasn't like it was totally new to me. I'd even done it
to a couple of boys that I'd had sex with. I figured out
where the target was, put my slathered up middle finger
against the firm wrinkled flesh and pushed. My finger
slipped right on inside of him and I slowly kept it moving
until it could go no more.

"Ooohhh yessss," Anaken moaned softly in my ear and relaxed
his body down onto my finger then wiggled his little butt
back and forth.  "Fuck that feel so good." he said. I had
never heard Anaken use that word before so that was another
surprise. "Lay on your back Jared," he commanded softly and
when I did he moved his body a little farther up on mine.
"Now fuck me with your finger."

By that time I was hotter than a three dollar pistol, my
stone hard cock rested against my lower belly only inches
from Anaken's body and I desperately wished that it and not
my finger was embedded in the boy's tight asshole. I moved
my finger in and out a little bit and Anaken began moving
his hips along with me, thrusting down as I pushed my finger
inside of him all the while grinding his cock into my belly.
His mouth was up along side of my head and his breathing
sounded like a freight train. I could hear little sounds of
mewing escaping from his throat as my finger made love to
him. I moved my free hand down and began stroking my
throbbing cock.

"You have a boner don't you? You're jacking off aren't you
Jared?" he whispered. I squeaked out a yes.

"I think we'd both be happier if your cock was in my ass
instead of your fingers," he said rose up on his hands and
looked down into my eyes.  He surprised me again by lowering
his head and kissing me on the lips, then climbing off my
lap.

"Fuck Jared you got a big one." We were both looking at the
same thing; seven inches and some change of the hardest
sixteen year old cock there ever was, rising proudly up out
of a mass of curly black hair.

"Can I touch it?" I nodded my head. What the fuck we'd
already gone this far and as far as I was concerned there
was no real reason to stop.

"It's so hard and warm," Anaken said softly. "Oh man I
really want it in my butt Jared, really bad." I'd never
heard Anaken beg before but that was what was in his voice.
I still had no voice so only nodded my head.

He grabbed the lotion, smeared my cock with it, which felt
really good by the way, then smeared his asshole. He wiped
the residue on his own engorged dick then told me to lean
back and rest on my hands. He immediately straddled my lap,
reached behind himself and took hold of my dick. Now, I'd
been there before, fucked a boy or five, but they were my
own age. I was fourteen when I first fucked my friend Alan
and he fucked me in return but I'd never done a preteen boy
before and despite how big Anaken's dick was he was still a
twelve year old. It wasn't that I had any morals
particularly, it just hadn't presented itself and I hadn't
really considered it.

I felt the tip of my swollen cock head touch the boys'
puckered up hole then the weight of his body as he bore down
on me and before I really realized it my cock had pushed
inside of him. Anaken gasped then said,

"Pull my cheeks open Jared." I did as he asked and allowed
my fingers to touch my dick where it had entered the twelve
year olds body. I finally took my hands away when he sat
fully on my lap, impaled on my cock. I'd put my hands on
Anaken's waist and his had moved to my shoulders. He sat
there a moment, his eyes closed, and his breathing somewhat
fast. I watched his narrow chest rise and fall, looked at
his smooth face whose expression was one of peacefulness. He
finally opened his eyes and looked into mine and a slight
smile spread his lips a little.

"It feels so good. It's everything I ever wanted it to be
Jared, thank you." I was a little confused by that
statement. Did he mean I personally was what he wanted or
did he mean having a dick inside of him in general? I didn't
get any time to ponder the question because he started to
move upward, stopped about half way, then sat back down and
repeated the motion and the boy started to fuck me. He
smiled at me and leaned forward to plant his tender lips on
mine for a little kiss. When he started to pull away I put
my hands on the sides of his head and pulled him back. I
began a kiss that moved from chaste to open mouth and Anaken
went right along with me. He started to move a little faster
then broke the kiss.

"What ever you do don't take your cock out of me when you
cum, okay. I want you to put your sperm in my ass. Promise
me." I promised, as if I'd even consider not shooting my
love juice into the boy. I reached down and took hold of his
cock and began stroking it. He moaned at my touch then
leaned his upper body back a little to give me more room.
His balls bounced against my lower belly when he was in the
down position and swung nicely when he was up. The two
actions didn't take long to get Anaken to where he wanted to
be. He started to undulate his hips forward as he lowered
his body onto mine then backwards on the rise back up my
pole.

"AAhhhgggg," he suddenly cried out then sat fully on my lap
and began grinding his slender little butt in every
direction imaginable. I felt his dick thicken in my hand and
watched as his swollen cock head burped out a little stream
of sperm, most of which landed on my belly but the remainder
slid down over my thumb. The action of his cumming caused
his asshole to constrict against my cock and that combined
with seeing his cum shot took me where we both wanted to be.

"I'm gonna cum Anaken, hold on," I panted. My hands went to
the boy's hips and began pushing and pulling while my own
hips thrust upwards and I came in one of the most glorious
orgasms that I'd had in a very long time. It was almost like
my first time all over again.  "Oh fuck, oh fuck," I moaned
as my balls gave up at least six strong jets of sperm. Like
he had done to me, I held the boy in place and worked my
hips all around and shoved them up as far as I could in an
attempt to get every available bit of my cock up inside of
his tight little asshole. For his
part Anaken held on tight and tried to meet my thrusts and I
have to say he did a very credible job.

As usual it was all over before I wished it to be and I
assumed the boy attached to my lap felt the same way because
of the sound he made when I finally stopped moving.

"That was incredible Jared," he said, looking into my eyes
from only inches away. He leaned in and kissed me, not hard,
but long none the less.

"I've been wanting to do this with you forever."

"Really," I asked. He nodded his head

"Yup. The first time I put my finger in there I was thinking
about you and wishing it was your cock. Then when I found
that really sensitive spot I really wanted your cock in
there bad. I'm sorry I had to be bad and get spanked but I
couldn't think of any other way to make this happen." I
thought to myself that he could have found a different way
but at that point it didn't really matter. He got what he
wanted and I got something I never expected. I hugged him
tightly and told him it was okay and that I really liked
what we had done.

"It's called fucking, you fucked me and I loved it and I
want to keep doing it with you," he informed me.

I didn't see a problem with that at all. An hour later I had
him on his back with his legs almost back over his head and
screaming like a wounded eagle as I drove down into his
tight little hole. Needless to say the screaming wasn't a
result of any pain the boy was feeling. I hadn't gone
straight to fucking him however. We had uncoupled, showered
together then went back to his parent's bed and explored
each other's body with hand, tongue and mouth. Sucking his
cock had been fantastic and Anaken did a very credible job
on mine.

During an interlude he told me that he'd been exploring his
butt hole for six months or more and that he'd had a crush
on me almost since the first time we'd met; he just didn't
know how to go about letting me know that.

"Now that you're finally fucked me we can do it all the
time." I didn't see any problem with that either. We slept
together in his parents bed, woke the next morning and after
our morning ablutions I fucked him again before breakfast.
His parents were home by two o'clock that afternoon and I
headed home, tired but excited about what had happened and
what going to happen in the future.

Only there wasn't a future.

Anaken's parents had been gone overnight because his father
had an early morning appointment for a job interview and had
accepted it when offered the position. The family was gone
two days later, leaving the packing and moving to a
professional company. I found out about the whole thing a
week or so later through the people who had referred me to
Anaken's family. I never saw Anaken again and I wondered how
he had fared. I wondered why he hadn't called to tell me he
was going. I wondered a lot of things and got answers to
none of them.

Encounter 4

I hated the first two weeks of September and it was all
because of the fair and not just any fair but the oldest and
largest fair in the state.

Traffic was fucking horrible. It was the first day of the
fair and Traffic was fucked up from about nine in the
morning til ten or eleven at night. Both directions on the
freeway, main thoroughfares, side streets
and even the goddamned alleys, all were a cluster fuck.
Traffic revisions only made things worse and that was
compounded by the fact that you couldn't see the revisions
until everybody had to merge into one lane. For three blocks
in any direction from the fairgrounds pedestrians added to
the melee and the closer to the fairgrounds the more
congested it became.

And then there was the parking issue. The lots filled up
fast, then the side streets, so anyone who had spare room in
their yard and the various businesses close by all offered
fair parking for a hefty price.

South Hill was where all the major shopping was located and
every possible way to get there required one to deal with
fair traffic.

 I hated the fucking fair.

On a positive note, as least as far as the pedestrians were
concerned, there were the teenage boys; lots of them.
Because the weather was still warm they generally wore
shorts of one kind or another and many of them wore tank
tops or wife beaters undershirts. Yeps, the eye candy almost
made the entire affair less of a debacle.

So, the first time I saw Tallon was in the dreaded side
street traffic which, at the time, was at a standstill. The
two lanes headed in my direction were stopped because of the
train tracks ran right through town and the freight trains
were generally quite long so traffic could be held up for
five minutes at a pop even without fair traffic. I had
noticed the white, newer model "jimmy" as it inched forward
in the lane next to me then stopped, it's tailgate about
five feet in front of my left front fender. We'd been
sitting for about two minutes when the passenger side door
opened and a boy climbed out.

Dark skinned, he appeared to be of Pacific Islander decent
as opposed to African or Caribbean, his age about fourteen.
His black hair was a mass of large loose curls that stopped
short of his shoulders and as he came toward me I couldn't
help but notice a smooth young face. I also couldn't miss
the bob at the front of his black and white shorts. He came
around the back of the truck he'd just vacated and reached
over the tailgate and provided me with a nice expanse of
black underwear, briefs if I wasn't mistaken, that covered
his narrow butt. He turned around with a skateboard in hand
and started to cross in front of me but stopped. I waved him
to go ahead and he waved thanks at me along with a big white
toothed smile and once on the sidewalk dropped his board and
hopped on. As he passed by the passenger side of my truck I
again took in his cute looks as well as the bobbing motion
at the front of his shorts. If I wasn't mistaken, the boy
appeared to be nicely endowed.

The next time I saw Tallon was as he shot out of a driveway
on his board, saw me in time to skid the thing sideways but
he still slammed hard into the driver's side fender of my
truck. I was on the wrong side of the already narrow street
because a large truck with heavy equipment on a trailer was
parked on my side. The street was an old one that hadn't had
curbs put in and often time hedges came almost to the edge
of the street.

Fortunately I had been barely crawling along so stopped and
jumped out and squatted down next to the boy who was lying
on his side with a hand resting on his left hip his face
winced in pain. I dropped into a squat beside him and asked,

"Are you okay? What hurts."

"My hip."

Can you get up?" As he tired to move into a sitting position
it was clear that it was going to be difficult. I also saw
that there was a tear in the side of his shorts so glanced
at my truck and saw a piece of thread
attached to a rivet. I'd lost a piece of trim but the rivets
that held it in place were still hooked into the fender. I
worried that the boy had been cut.

"Here, let me help get you on your feet," said. I hunkered
in close and put my arms under his and lifted him to his
feet, or at least foot since he tried to keep weight off of
his injured side.

"Is this your house," I asked and he nodded his head. When I
asked if anyone was home he shook his head. "Well let's get
you inside." I maneuvered my way around so that I could
support his injured side and he slipped an arm around my
shoulder for additional support. We managed to get up the
two steps then onto the covered porch and into the living
room where I lowered him down onto a somewhat threadbare
green sofa.

"I'll get my first aid kit from the truck," I told him and
ran outside. I moved my truck into the driveway, got the kit
from behind the seat and went back into the house. The boy
was still sitting on the sofa resting against the back
clearly in some degree of pain.

"I think I may have cut myself," he said. For the first time
I noticed his voice, not high but a little on the deep side.
When I asked where he pointed to the front of his hip to a
point level with his pubic bone and most likely level with
the base of cock. When I asked where he hurt he motioned to
both hips, one that hit the truck and the other the concrete
when he fell.

"Well I guess you better get out of your shorts." He looked
a bit askance at me and what he saw was a man that looked
about 4 years older than he was but in reality was ten years
older. I was sure that the look of concern from the ice blue
eyes at the moment dominated my narrow and somewhat tanned
but wrinkle free face.

"It's okay, I'm a pediatric nurse. My name's Wade. What's
your name and how old are you?"

"Tallon," he responded, "And I'm fourteen. Are you really a
nurse?" I nodded my head, my short cropped sandy colored
hair not moving a lick. He asked what pediatric meant and
when I explained it he said, "I spose you've seen quite a
few boys.stuff," he said rather than asked.

"Hundreds," I said with a slight smile.

"Well, I guess it's okay if you see mine then." He tried to
lift up and take his clothes down at the same time and when
I saw the grimace on his face I suggested that he
concentrate on getting his butt up off the sofa and I would
take his shorts down. He nodded his pretty little head, put
his fists into the sofa cushion and straightened his arms
out. I quickly slipped my fingers into the waistband of
whatever I could and pulled the clothing down below his
knees.

There's something very erotic to me about helping a boy get
undressed, nursing situation or otherwise. I'd been licensed
for eight years and still never tired of seeing boys naked
or partially so. I suspected that most boys didn't mind me
seeing then in such a state either; being a nurse sort of
legitimized it in a boy's mind.

So, I slipped his shorts and underwear down and uncovered a
glorious sight. Tallon was very nicely developed for a boy
his age. At least seven and half inches long, the thick
brown tube hung down over an equally nice matching sac of
balls the entire set almost touching the cushion he was
sitting on. The base of his boyhood pride and joy contained
a nice patch of  pitch black hair which had begun it's move
down onto the wrinkled beginning of his ball sac.

He indeed had a nice little cut exactly where I'd predicted
so I snagged
an alcohol pad in order to clean it. The move required me to
lay my forearm across his lap and thus the base of his cock.

"Ouch that stings," he said as I ran the cold towelette
across the cut. "Your arm's warm too," he added. I let the
cut dry while I looked at both hips then wiped one side
clean with a fresh towelette. There was some bruising on the
other hip and I also happened to notice some darker
coloration beginning on his inner thigh, almost hidden by
his balls. When I pointed it out he said that the end of his
skateboard had snapped up and caught him there as he was
going down. I asked if he wanted me to look at it and he
nodded his head.

I reached in and took hold of his balls and held them up out
of the way while I gently poked at the spot. The boy was a
nice little handful and I suppose I could have let go
earlier than I did but I didn't.

"Have you ever had a boy get hard when you were working
him," Tallon asked.

"Sure, it happens all the time," I said and I wasn't lying
either. Teenage boys could get ramrod hard in second just
from someone looking at their stuff let alone touching it.

"Well I think that's happening to me," he said so I looked
and sure enough his cock was on the rise, and fairly rapidly
I might add. "It's just that nobody ever touched my balls
before," he told me.

"Well I should be done in a second."

"It's okay you don't have to hurry. It feels kinda good." He
had already spread his legs wider for me and his cock had
reached its zenith, thick and heavy looking as it stood
proudly in the air.

"How does my body compare to other boy's you've seen," he
asked as I gently let his balls hang free and looked him the
eyes. His was a typical teenage boy question and one that
I'd been asked more times than I can count.

"Well Tallon I'd say you're right up there at the top of the
pile. You my friend are a very well endowed young man."
Well, the boy certainly beamed at those words. I went about
crushing a chemical ice pack for his bruised hip. When I
asked if he had a towel or other cloth to put between the
pack and his hip he told me to just use his shorts. I pulled
them off and he told me to take the underwear as well as it
would allow his legs to sort of spread out, he would be more
comfortable. That being done I slipped the ice pack into the
leg of his shorts then held it against his hip.

I was still on my knees and now was between his legs. It
wouldn't have taken much to just, lean down and take that
gorgeous cock into my mouth and, if I wasn't mistaken, give
Tallon his first blow job. His hand reached down and took
hold of his dick and squeezed it a few times as well as
giving it a stroke or two.

"Feels good doesn't it," I said. He nodded his head and said
it felt better when I did it. I reminded him that I hadn't
done it that I'd only held his testicles.

 "Well, I don't spose you'd consider holding them again," he
asked, his voice seemingly a little deeper from the lusty
feelings that were tearing though his fourteen year old
body.

"Move your leg so I can look at that bruise again," said by
way of a more legitimate excuse to fondle the boy's smooth
heavy sac.

"Fuck that feels good," he whispered as I cupped his balls
and held them
up out of the way. "Have you ever, you know, done anything
with a boy, you know, like, jacked him off or." he let the
sentence hang, his unspoken words clear to me. I nodded my
head.

"There have been a few times, especially when a boy couldn't
do it himself." That statement was true. I'd had plenty of
boys who were incapacitated for one reason or another and
couldn't obtain some release or relief on their own. The
incapacitation usually required me to bathe them, which in
turn created the gallant reflex which then begged the
question. I'd been more than happy and willing to help them
out. More than one boy, in a stated of extreme arousal had
begged me to suck them off and when they got to that point I
knew that it would remain a secret between us. Yup, I'd had
plenty of boy's cocks in my mouth, plenty of their sperm
down my throat and in a few cases their cock up my ass. I'd
also fucked my share of boys. Tallon asked the question.

"So then, would you do something to me?" When I asked him
what that might be he said that he'd never done anything
with anyone before so anything I did would be a first.

"So you mean jacking you off?" He smiled and nodded his
head.

"Yeah. And maybe, well, you know, maybe suck me a little
bit."

Now what the hell was a little bit? If I put a boy's cock in
my mouth there wasn't going to be any "little bit". I let go
of his balls, gently letting them fall back to full hang,
then reached up and took hold of seven and a half, or more,
fat inches of fourteen year old cock. I loved boy's cocks.
Actually cocks were cocks it was just that boys seemed to
get so much more pleasure from being handled than men did.
Tallon was no different than any other boy I'd had the
pleasure to be with.

"Oohhh," he moaned as I squeezed up and down the rigid
length of his cock. I pulled him more upright and squeezed
and stroke at the same time and increasing the amount of
precum that glistened at the tip of his swollen cock head.
God what a beautiful sight he was. I leaned forward and took
in the fragrance of a growing teenage boy, a fragrance that
should be in a bottle. I allowed my tongue to snake out and
lick the sensitive underside of the perfectly shaped head
and earned a gasp in the process. I worked my way up and
licked up the sticky residue of boy elixir and got even more
of a gasp. Tallon's breathing was becoming quicker but when
I closed my mouth down over the head and two inches of him
he inhaled sharply and froze for just a second. I kept doing
what I was doing; he relaxed back into the sofa and groaned.

Tallon was a mouth filler and I did my best to fill my mouth
with him, taking him in until his swollen cock head pushed
against my throat muscles. I constricted them against his
flesh, massaging it and earning more groans along with his
hands at the side of my head.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum really fast if you keep doin that," he
said in a husky voice. Considering that his spermage was the
ultimate goal I didn't stop or slow down. I jacked the boy
off as I sucked is thick cock. He began breathing heavier
and faster and slowly undulating his hips up into my mouth.

"Oh fuck sake's here it come," he panted so I took my mouth
away and stroked him vigorously. I felt cock thicken in my
hand, heard his deep, loud groan then watched a stream of
white arc out of his cock head and land with one end
touching a brown nipple and the other end a good three
inches below that. His first squirt was followed by three
more before I took the pulsing, spurting flesh back into my
mouth and swallowed the rest of his young offering to Eros.

Tallon's body stopped producing sperm, I kept his cock in my
mouth but didn't move much knowing how sensitive his cock
head would be. I
eventually took it out of my mouth and sat back on my knees
and waited for the boy to open his eyes, which he did, and a
slow smile spread across his smooth face.

"That was fucking incredible." I thanked him then asked how
he was feeling. He said exhausted and I clarified by asking
about his injuries.

"They're better but maybe just cuz my mind is off of em for
a little bit." He paused then said, "I suppose I should have
you look at them tomorrow, just to make sure there's no
infection or anything." He kept a straight face while he
said it but his large dark eyes seemed to sparkle. He
reached down and grabbed his underwear and cleaned the cum
from his torso.

"I can do that. What time?"

"How about ten in the morning." I stood up nodding my head
then put my first aid kit back together and reminded him to
keep ice on the bruises.

"See you in the morning," called after me as I headed out
the front door.

That he did; but that's another story.


Encounter 5

 I'd had to make a road trip and since it was spring break
from school I took my thirteen year old son and his friend
Jason. When I'd asked my son if he wanted to take the
overnight trip with me he was all for it but asked if Jason
could come along since Thomas would be alone most of the day
while I was working at my area management job.

A bit of a rambunctious kid, Jason was smaller and more
compact than most of Thomas' more gangly adolescent friends.
He also tended to engage in verbal byplay with me that often
had heavy sexual overtones and of course I readily engaged
him. Because my son and I had a very open communicative
relationship I knew that Thomas engaged in mutual jack off
session with at least three of his friends, Jason being one
of them. And, according to what Thomas told me, he thought
that Jason seemed willing to go beyond mutual masturbation,
not that Thomas was interested. In my own mind I agreed with
him.

Sometimes when Jason had spent the night he would wander out
into the living room where I would be sitting in the almost
dark listening to a soft jazz program that I liked sipping a
glass of white wine. My son tended to go to sleep earlier
than most teens whereas Jason appeared to be much more
nocturnal. The cute sandy haired boy seemed quite
comfortable wearing only briefs and a t-shirt around me and
you know I didn't mind at all.

A few of those nighttime excursions resulted in Jason and I
talking and he shared quite a bit of his less than stellar
home life with me and of course we ended up talking about
sex. Jason wasn't shy about fondling himself during such
conversations and even though it was pretty dark I was still
able to tell that the boy was hard as stone. He also didn't
make any bones about the need to jack off and had even made
some thinly veiled suggestions about me joining him. Much as
I was interested I had a wife and a young daughter who could
get up at any time and I wasn't hep to the idea of getting
busted in that sort of situation.

So, when Thomas asked if Jason could go with us I was more
than open to the idea.  I took the boys out to dinner and a
movie and we got back to the motel about ten. Thomas fell
promptly asleep facing the wall that separated the bathroom
and sleeping area which mean that Jason would have the side
that faced my bed from less than four feet away.

While Thomas slept onward Jason and I watched the news
sitting next to each other at the foot of my bed. Having
each taken showers, we were both wearing only Jockey's and
of course Jason's hands were in his lap fumbling about. I
pretended not to notice but could see him out of the corner
of my eye as he brought himself some wood, pressing his
hands against the fabric of his underwear on either side of
his boner thus making it all but impossible to tell that he
was aroused.

When it was time to shut the TV off we both stood up and
Jason did nothing to hide the tent at the front of his
crotch and I did nothing to avoid looking right at it while
Jason all but stared at the front of my bikini style briefs.
I wasn't huge by any mean, just under seven inches, but my
stuff pretty well created a bulge in the tight cotton cloth.

"Looks like you worked yourself into a frenzy Jason," I said
as I openly looked at his crotch. He smiled then thrust his
narrow hips in a slow but very erotic motion. I pulled the
covers down on my bed then lay on the bottom sheet without
pulling the covers up. I remained facing the other bed and
watched as Jason did the same thing. There wasn't that much
light in the room, motel curtains being what they are but my
eyes adjusted to it pretty quickly and I could see Jason's
hands from four feet away as they continued to play with his
boy parts. I felt myself harden at I watched him and thought
about the possibilities. If Jason was willing to play I was
more than willing to play with him, confident that Thomas
would sleep though anything but an earthquake.

Then the boy did a somewhat strange thing. He quickly pulled
the front of his underwear down to allow his hard cock to
spring out then put it back, giving me a quick flash of what
he had. I couldn't say for sure how big he was but it
certainly seemed enough. He engaged me in conversation,
sexual of course and over the course of five minutes he must
have flashed me at least a half dozen more times. I had to
reach down and adjust my own rigid cock and of course Jason
couldn't help but see me do it.

"Do you have a boner Pete?" he asked, using my first name
just like all of my son's friends did. I told him that I
did.

"Really? Can I see it," Jason asked. Before I could answer
he said he'd show me his then pulled the front of his briefs
down below his balls and held it there. He looked to be
about five inches long but it was difficult to tell with him
lying on his side and the room barely illuminated.

"Why don't you come over here," I whispered and slid back to
give him room, slipping out of my underwear as I moved.
Jason didn't seem to need to give it a second thought. He
slipped out of his bed, took his underwear off then lay down
facing me, the distance now limited to about eighteen
inches. I looked down at his dick, the five inch pole
standing proudly in front of his slightly pudgy pale belly.

 "Fuck Pete your dick is really great," Jason said, his
voice deepening as feelings of sexuality flooded through his
small body. He squeezed and stoked his own cock as he
verbally and visually admired mine. I decided to take a
little plunge and reached over to take over the job that
Jason was performing on himself and the boy readily moved
his hand out of the way.

"Fuuuck", he whispered as I wrapped my fingers around his
stiffened dick and stroked him. It didn't last very long.

"Lemme touch yours he said," I let go of him and lay back,
arms at my side.

"Shit it's so hard," he whispered, "and thick, and warm." He
stroked me a few times then said, "Can I suck your cock
Pete?"  I wasn't about to deny him but I wanted to know if
he knew what he was doing. I didn't want my
dick scraped by his teeth but I also didn't want to have to
stop and give him lessons once he'd started.

"Have you ever sucked a cock before?" I asked him. He nodded
his head.

"Yeah, I sucked off Ryan's dick a couple of times." Ryan was
one of their mutual friends, a dark haired cutie that Thomas
told me that he'd jacked off with. I hadn't asked for any
particulars from my son but had wondered what Ryan's dick
was like. The kid carried a respectable looking bulge in his
jeans.

"Go ahead on it," I told Jason.

"Cool," he whispered, draped his upper body across my belly
and took my nail hard dick his hand then put his mouth over
the top third. It was far from the best cock sucking I'd
ever had but getting your dick sucked by a young teenage boy
is always good in my book. Jason held on and bobbed his head
up and down in my lap, sliding his soft lips back and forth
over my swollen cock head. He stopped and licked all over
the head then went back to sucking on me. The boy lasted
about three minutes before he had to stop.

"Mouth gets sore," he said as he returned to his side facing
me.

"Yeah I know; it takes practice. Mind if I do you?" I asked
him. Of course he gave me the go ahead and go ahead is what
I did. Jason's genital area was like many early pubescent
teens. His cock wasn't much bigger around than my thumb and
if it made five inches I would have been surprised. The hair
at the base of his boyhood pride and joy was very sparse,
the individual hairs probably countable had I wanted to take
the time, and a medium brown color. Below that hung his
little sperm makers in a soft, smooth and completely
hairless sac.

I fondled the marble sized nuts a little bit before taking
his cock in my thumb and three fingers and stroking him.
Jason groaned at the new feelings then moaned even louder
when I took the whole thing into my mouth. He was easy to
suckle, the head bouncing off the back of my throat while my
nose nuzzled in his little patch of moss and my hand tugged
on his balls. Jason's breathing came quicker and he began
gently thrusting his narrow hips up off the bed. I didn't
figure that the boy would last very long and I was right.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum really soon Pete," he moaned softly, his
hands half holding my head as he tried to fuck my mouth. I
wanted to see him cum so took my mouth away and continued to
jack him off, taking swipes at his cock head with my tongue
as I stroked him. I managed about three quarters of a minute
before he gasped; his cock and body stiffened and he shot.

His first offering was a spurt of watery liquid that blasted
up and landed between his nipples. From that point it was
just dribbles down over my fingers and not a whole lot of
that. Jason relaxed back onto the mattress and lay there
panting as though he'd run a mile and I continued to slow
stroke his cocklet for a half minute before I finally let
go.

"Wow," he said after a minute, "that was way better than
when Ryan does it."  I didn't ask for clarification and
Jason didn't offer so I had no idea what exactly the boy
meant choosing to say instead,

"Well I'm glad you liked it. There's plenty more where that
came from."

"What about you? You want me to jack you off or something?"
I could think of a whole lot of something's that I love to
do to the boy but settled on a more simple solution to his
question by telling him I'd love for him to make me cum.
Jason got up and grabbed a hand towel that we both used to
clean up with then snuggled in close to me and took hold of
my cock and started to stroke me.

"I can't believe how big your dick is although I think
Thomas' cock is just about this big." While I didn't say it
out loud I agreed with Jason's assessment of my thirteen
year old son's endowment.

About a year before I'd walked in on Thomas while he was in
the bathtub. I was waiting on him because the two of us were
going out to see a shoot em up bang bang flick and were a
little behind the schedule that I'd set. When I walked into
the small bathroom Thomas was kneeling in the tub and facing
directly toward the door. His cock was full on hard and
thick, standing proudly in front of my then twelve year old
boy's narrow, flat belly. The rest of Thomas' body hadn't
hit his pubertal growth spurt yet so his dick looked
somewhat out of place on his young body, a body that I'd not
seen in the raw for at least one, maybe two years. Because
of the heat from the tub water, Thomas' balls were at full
hang, the totally hairless sac of good sized eggs almost
touching the water. While his sperm makers were hairless I
could see the smatterings of black hair growing at the base
of his pride and joy and felt a sense of pride at my son's
growth. It's now twenty some years later and I can still see
that image in my brain, a full grown man's genitalia on a
twelve year old body. I asked later in the car what exactly
he'd been doing and he said it was an experiment and while I
wondered just what that was I didn't ask. I did tell him
however that he was quite large for his age and I was
impressed and proud of him all of which caused my boy to
blush, and smile, at the compliment.

Jason kept up a good stroke on my dick and even got his head
down there for a couple of sucks. I figured that it would be
about midnight before I finally came so I suggest to him
that I do the job. He agreed but stated that when I got
close he wanted to take over and actually make me cum. So
that's what happened and as it turned out I hadn't cum in
almost a week, fucking my wife wasn't all that pleasant an
experience, so when I came I shot almost the same distance
that Jason had but left long gashes of gooey white from my
belly button to my chest. Needless to say the boy was
suitably impressed and quite vocal about it.

After I cleaned up Jason was ready to go again, wanting to
try something new, something different. He had never lost
his boner and as he lay there on the bed he continued to
fondle and stroke himself. He asked if I knew about that
spot up inside his butthole that felt so good when he
touched it so I explained the prostate and what its job was.
He said that other boys had talked about it, that he'd tried
it a couple of times and discovered how good it felt. When I
asked him, he said that he'd never cum with his finger in
his butt. Needless to say I volunteered to take him there.

"Did you wash really well down there?" I asked him and when
he said that he did I told him to roll on to his belly but
get up on his knees.

"You're not gonna like, fuck me or anything are you Pete?"
he asked me. I shook my head.

"No Jason, that is, unless you wanted me to. No, but I am
gonna show you something that will drive you crazy. The boy
got into position and I got behind him and took a moment to
admire the view in the dim light of the room. His small
balls hung between his pale thighs like fruit from a tree so
I cupped and tugged on the soft sac and earned a groan from
Jason. I peeled his cheeks apart then stopped.

"I think this would work better from a different position
Jason." I got on my back and directed him to straddle my
face with his head down toward my crotch.

"Oh, a sixty nine," he whispered, "cool." My head was behind
him so I reached up and peeled the cheeks open again and
this time got a close up of his hairless, pink puckered
muscle. Again, his nuts were hanging in
front of me so I licked up and down the underside of the
soft bag causing him to moan audibly. Since his face was all
but in my crotch Jason elected to put his mouth over my cock
head, without using his hands, and suckle. That only lasted
until I stuck my tongue up against his tight hairless hole
and began licking it. I ran my tongue over every possible
bit of flesh, four or five times. Jason pushed his body back
toward my face in an effort to create even more good
feelings, his vocal responses telling me how he felt.

I stopped licking for a moment to lift my head up and take
his smooth ball sac into my mouth and tug slightly, let them
plop out, and went back to licking his hole.

"Fuck, can you put your finger in there Pete?" he whispered
in a deep, husky voice. Clearly the boy was hot enough to
fuck but I doubted that he would allow me that luxury, at
least with my dick.

"Hold on," I told Jason, left the bed and went into the
bathroom to return with a little bottle of hand lotion that
the motel supplied and a hand towel. I got back onto the bed
but sat with my back against the headboard. I had the boy
straddle my body and move in close.

"I'm going to get my finger slippery and put it up your butt
and put your cock in my mouth," I explained. "You can fuck
my mouth while I finger fuck your ass." He nodded his head
and moved in closer. Once my finger was prepared I put my
other hand on his tender smooth ass and urged him closer
then captured his rock hard boner with my mouth. As I
swallowed Jason's cock I pulled a cheek open and got my
other hand up between his smooth thighs and slipped my
gelled finger up his asshole. I heard his gasp above my
head.

Jason began to slowly move his waist to and fro and my hands
stayed right with him, the free one rubbing and squeezing
his butt while the one moved a finger in and out of the
boy's tight little asshole.

"Oh fuck Pete," he groaned, "that feels so fucking good." He
put his hands on the sides of my head and picked up a little
speed, pushing and pulling his young cock in my mouth. His
dick was a perfect size. He could get it all inside my mouth
and it wasn't thick enough to choke me. I could feel his
balls against my chin and his sparse little pubic moss patch
against my nose. The feel of the smooth skin of his butt and
lower back against my hand helped to stimulate my senses to
a point where I could feel my own hard dick throb. Christ I
wanted to bury it up inside his ass. The thought of the boy
sitting on my lap with my dick sliding in and out of him
instead of my finger was almost overwhelming and started to
consume my thoughts.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck ooohhhh," brought me back to the immediate
reality of what we were doing. Jason was pumping his cock in
and out of my mouth rather rapidly and I suppose my hand
moving on his ass was probably helping to encourage that.
"Fuck I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum," he groaned. I kept my
finger up inside of him, rubbing back and forth across his
prostate gland and a moment later I felt the little nut
harden right along with his cock. Above my head I could hear
the boy almost whimpering as I felt the warmth of his sperm
as it shot into my mouth. I swallowed the nectar of boyhood,
savoring the taste and texture of his honey. My free hand
left his ass and went to my cock and began pummeling it and
before Jason was done unloading his cum into my mouth I was
blasting jets of my own sperm out into the world.

"Oohh," I heard Jason mutter as he stopped moving with his
body pressed into my face. "You shot your cum onto my butt,"
he said quietly then went back to fucking my mouth. I then
felt wetness on the back of the hand whose finger was still
working the boy's hole. I initially thought that it was
leakage from his ass although I had no idea what that might
be and it wasn't until after we finished that I found out
that my cum shot had
landed on the curve of his cheek right next to his crack and
hung out over it for a moment before the long strand just
broke loose and landed on me. In retrospect it was pretty
hot.

Jason finally stopped moving except to lean forward and rest
against the wall above my head. I kept on slowly pumping my
leaking cock until I was sure there was no more liquid to be
had then slowly pulled my finger out of Jason's ass and got
a low moan which I figured was due to the loss of said
finger in said ass. I knew that feeling.

Jason moved from his position and lay down on his back next
to me and didn't say anything for a good minute, his hand
absently playing with his stuff.

"Fuck that was awesome Pete. I never felt anything like that
before." I told him that I understood completely, that I'd
felt the same way the first time that had happened to me."
He wanted to know if it felt that good if someone put their
cock in your ass and I said that it did but that there were
other factors involved in that process and it wasn't just
the massage of the prostate that caused the exquisite
feelings.

"Well, maybe next time you can fuck me with your dick
instead of a finger." I told him that I would love to fuck
him anytime he was ready and willing to try it. He then
yawned hugely so I suggested that we call it a night. We
both got up off my bed; Jason to crawl back in with my
snoring son after wiping the gel from his asshole and me to
take another shower.

I never did get to fuck Jason. His father got a job
somewhere in the Midwest and the family moved about a month
or so after our encounter. Jason and Thomas stayed in touch
for awhile even after our family moved to another state and
I talked with the boy on the phone a couple of years later.
He'd called to talk with Thomas who was off doing something
or another. Jason didn't sound so good and I suspected that
he was doing drugs given the hints that he put out. Neither
Thomas nor I ever heard from him again so I have no idea
what ever happened to the boy.


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