Date: Thu, 14 Oct 2010 07:06:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Encounters With Boys IV

Once gain, stories of men with boys under the age of 18. There is no truth
to these stories at least as far as my life goes, they are merely
fabrications of my overly active imagination. I am planning another chapter
but it will contain second encounters with some of the boys in this
series. Don't know which ones quite yet.

IF ANY READER has had a brief encounter like these with a boy and is
willing to share it, perhaps it could find its way into print. If you're
interested contact me.

Hugs,
Tag_m


An Entrepreneurial Boy

It was 6 in the morning and I headed out to the annual summer community
picnic and gathering in town where I grew up. I couldn't live there as an
adult but I liked to go back once a year to catch up with old friends. It
was a 2 hour drive that spent 45 miles or so on a 4 lane state highway then
dropped to 2 lanes the rest of the way. I always left early in order to
avoid the traffic on the 2 lane road. A majority of the drive would be in
the county and actually pretty relaxing as long as I didn't get stuck
behind a line of campers, trailers and motor homes.

I stopped at a mini-mart gas station to gas up then headed toward entrance
to the highway for my first leg of the journey. A block away I could see a
person at the foot of the freeway entrance and as I got closer I could see
that it was a kid. Seeing hitchhikers out that early in the morning were
unusual enough but seeing an adolescent anywhere that early on a summer
weekend morning was unheard of. Naturally I stopped.

The boy opened the door and looked in giving me my first look at a good
looking boy maybe 14 years old. He smiled then just started to get in the
truck, forcing me to pull my camera to the center of the bench seat. I took
off as he buckled his seat belt.

"Where you headed," I asked him, glancing over in his direction. He nodded
his head in the direction we were headed and said,

"That way." Okay, not a lot of information there.

"How far?"

"Till I get out." He said it with a genuine smile so I didn't take it as
his being a smart ass as much as perhaps protecting himself. He didn't
bother to ask me where I was headed. I guessed that he'd get out when he
wanted to or when I was no longer going in the direction that he was.

My name's Kurtis, Kurt," I said.

"Tallon," he responded. I liked his voice, which still had a small degree
of lightness to it. He was well into puberty but still had a way to go
before he came out the other side, at least as far as his voice was
concerned.

"You like to take pictures Kurt," he asked. I explained that I did, that it
was sort of a hobby.

"You want to take some pictures of me," he asked.

"Why would I want to do that Tallon?" The boy didn't skip a beat.

"Because I'm young, I'm cute, and I'm sexy," which he was. Dark hair worn a
little long without being shaggy; an almost perfect and smooth face from
what I could tell, and large doe like eyes provided the evidence for his
statement. Then he dropped a little bomb.

"Besides, you like boys." I was a little shocked. Okay, he had me dead to
rights on all accounts but I wondered how he arrived at that conclusion so
I asked him.

"Simple," he said with a grin. "The equal rights sticker on your front
bumper, the rainbow sticker in your back window and you practically stared
at my dick when I opened the door and then got in the truck. And you're
trying not to look at it now."

I didn't say anything for moment but finally, "So, I assume that if I
wanted to take some pictures of you it would cost me."

"Ten bucks for nudes and twenty if you want me to get a boner. If I jack
off for you it might cost you more."

"Depending on...", I asked

"Whether you got a nice dick or not. Fuck, if you got a nice dick I might
do it for free."  The boy was a burgeoning entrepreneur.

"Look, I'll give you a sneak preview." With that, he unbuttoned and
unzipped his jeans then lifted his slender butt up off the bench seat and
tugged everything down to his knees, sat down and pulled his hoody up to
reveal a flat belly and all that made him a boy, or at least most of it.

Okay, I was driving and couldn't exactly stare but the highway I was on was
pretty straight so I did take a couple long looks. The boy looked healthy
enough, his softened cock lying lazily in the crease of his thigh. Because
his thighs were mostly together one of his balls was partially visible
while the other was still squished between his hairless thighs. The whole
works was topped off by a medium sized nest of black curls that appeared
nicely trimmed but was most likely au naturel.

He sat there for a good 30 seconds then put his clothes back in
place. "Well?" he asked after he'd buttoned back up. I didn't say anything,
trying to think it through but my thoughts were interrupted. "If you want
to do it you have to take the next exit," he told me.

I reasoned that it was probably a safe bet. It was too early on a Saturday
morning in August for a set up. I took the next exit, Tallon telling me to
go right at the stop sign at the bottom of the off ramp. We had been
traveling in the county, few houses or farm being visible from the
highway. We continued to be surrounded by forest for a mile or so on the 2
lane country road we were on then all of a sudden the land on our left was
practically barren. It had been logged off although it appeared that
selective cutting had been done so anything under a certain diameter had
been left. Ahead I could see a chunk of un-logged land sitting like an
oasis amid the otherwise cleared landscape. As we approached that island of
green Tallon told me to slow down and watch for a small access road and a
moment later I saw it and pulled in, only to be blocked by a gate. It was a
typical access gate to a logged area; a single yellow bar of steel that
stretched across the gravel road about three and a half feet off the
ground. It would be locked, the padlock protected by a box of welded steel
plates that didn't have a bottom and whose front was only half the length
of its sides.

As I came to a stop the boy jumped out, tugged a key from his pocket and
reached both hands up inside, fumbled around a little bit and a moment
later swung the gate open. As I passed through he closed it and got back
into the truck. I continued slowly on the road, brush sometimes touching
the sides and top of the truck as I passed.

"This is my grandparents property," Tallon started to explain. We went
around a small bend and were suddenly in a small clearing with a tumbled
down raw wood home at one edge. Half of the roof was caved in providing
proof that the cabin hadn't been occupied for probably 50 years. "My
grandpa grew up in that cabin so when he had the property logged a couple
years ago he kept this 5 acres chunk. Kinda cool huh?" Indeed it was.

Tallon got out of the truck, pulled his hoody off and draped it over the
side of truck bed. He then kicked off his shoes, his socks, then took his
jeans off and laid them on top of the hoody. Wearing only bikini briefs and
a t-shirt he started to explain a little about the property then commented
that if I was gonna take some pix then I'd probably need my camera. Silly
me.

I took a couple of shots of him, some casually posed and others of him in
motion. The outside temperature was warm, seventy plus I would have
guessed, so not uncomfortable at all. Tallon finally pulled of his
underwear but kept the shirt on, a visual that I had always found erotic in
its simplicity. His cock hung nicely, probably stretched as far as it could
go without having blood trapped in it, the circumcised head reaching just
past his balls. I got more pix of him, both front and back before he took
the shirt off.

He did some poses against the truck, easy non erotic poses that anyone that
was fully clothed would make. Then he started the sexual stuff and his
boyhood responded accordingly. He got things going then took his hands away
and we both watched his cock rise from about 10% hard to full on tumescence
to stand proud and tall in front of his adolescent body. Needless to say I
got pictures.

"You're hung pretty nicely Tallon," I said as I snapped away. He thanked me
then said,

"How about if you take your clothes off too Kurt? After all, this could end
up being a freebie for you." I handed the boy the camera and he quickly
aimed it and snapped a few as I undressed and when I was done I stood still
and allowed him to get some nudes of me. He took some without my face in
them then said, "You gotta pretty nice dick dude, you gotta promise to
email these to me." That gave me some hope that I might be able to see the
kid again.

I was easily seven and a half inches hard and 6 inches around. I kept my
balls shaved along with my asshole and my bush trimmed to resemble a 14
year old so my moss looked a lot like Tallon's. I was very healthy, height
and weight appropriate, and I worked out 4 times a week which included
swimming. I probably wouldn't win any contests but in my 30 years I'd never
had any complaints, ever.

I some more images of him posing, playing with a nipple, fondling himself,
bent over so his balls hung like fruit on a tree and there were even some
pix of him pulling his butt cheeks open to show me his puckered little hole
which seemed to be free of hair.

"Ya know, I'd really like to suck your cock Kurt, would you be up for
that," Like I would ever say no to a hot young teenage boy that asked to
suck my dick. Oh hell no! So I nodded my head and he closed the already
small gap between us and dropped to his knees in front of me.

Tallon took hold of my rigid cock firmly and without any tentativeness. He
squeezed up and down the length of me while nodding with approval. His free
cupped and fondled my balls and I heard him murmur "so smooth and soft,"
before leaning forward and kissing the sac of eggs. He pulled the shaft
downward while leaning forward then proceeded to lick the seeping precum
from the head. Of course I got pictures, then he looked up at me with those
big doe eyes, smiled, and took the swollen head into his mouth.

Warmth radiated outward from the contact point and I inhaled sharply. It
had been a while since I'd been with a boy and it was thrilling to be doing
so again. Tallon moved his head up and down my cock, taking in about half
of it before moving back, his tongue taking swipes at the head when he
could. One hand continued to stroke me while the other kept working my
balls for a minute then moved around to cup my butt cheek and allow a
finger to trail up and down the crack. All of this told me that the boy had
more than a cursory knowledge of, and experience with, boy to boy sex.

Soft moans came from his throat a clear indication that Tallon liked what
he was doing but finally stopped and stood up and moved my arms away then
stepped in and planted his lips against mine. The kiss was no more
brotherly than the cock sucking. The boy pushed his tongue into my mouth
while pressing his raging teenage boner against my belly and my equally
hard cock.

"You wanna do me?" He asked in a voice husky with lust. My answer was to
hand him the camera and drop to my knees. I took a moment to admire him. I
love boys, I love looking at their naked firm bodies almost as much as I
love touching and playing with them. Tallon's cock pulsed in front of me,
moving slightly along with his heartbeat. His balls, smooth medium sized
eggs, hung temptingly, begging to be touched with hand or tongue. His cock
head was shiny from the copious amount of precum that was leaking out and
running down the groove of the head below his piss slit.

I started by licking his balls, pushing the orbs around or lifting them
with my tongue, before moving up the shaft, treating it like a melting ice
cream cone. I lapped up the precum, the tangy boy honey stimulating my
memory of other boys' juice. Finally I pulled the stiff flesh down and
placed my mouth over it and Tallon moaned audibly. From the time my knees
the hit the ground and as I sucked his boy cock I heard the camera click
and whir as the teen documented the experience. After playing with his nuts
a little I wrapped both hands around him and cupped a cheek in each hand
and pulled him to me until my chin felt his sac and my nose was pushing
into his moss.

"Oh fucking shit," he moaned loudly as his cock head was squeezed by my
throat muscled. I relaxed my grip a little and moved my head back, then
tightened it again and once again Tallon's was a loud guttural moan. I
continued to do that to the boy while kneading his butt, pulling the cheeks
open and actually trailing a finger down across his puckered hole. After a
good 3-4 minutes he finally spoke.

"I'm gonna fucking cum in your mouth really soon Kurt and you won't get any
cum shot pictures."  Reluctantly I release the boy and stood up. We had
been standing next to the truck so he set the camera down and came right
into my arms and crammed his soft full lips against mine. His hands held my
head while he deep throated me and mine wrapped around his slender body and
rubbed from neck to butt. We pushed and thrust at the waist, cramming our
hard cocks against each other's and each other's belly.

"Fuck dude I really wanna do a lot of stuff with you but this isn't the
place or time," he said, looking at me with eyes that were barely open. The
kid was clearly as hot as a boy could get, or damned fucking close to
it. He sank down onto the soft, mossy ground, lying on his back with his
feet on the ground and his legs splayed open. He took hold of his raging
boner and stroked himself roughly a couple of times. I'd grabbed the camera
and got pictures which were great because they showed the beginning of his
butt crack, the small separation of flesh and muscle where his asshole was
hidden and his wonderful balls in full hang. I snapped images that got his
face as well, the eyes closed in response to the feelings of self love
roared through his adolescent body.

I loved watching a boy make love to himself in that time honored manner. A
boy knew well every inch of his own body, most if not all of his hot spots,
all of those little things that were a huge turn on for him, the things
that took him to the point of no return and the ultimate goal of
ejaculating the life producing sperm from his sensitive balls.

I watched and snapped as both hands took hold of his cock and he thrust his
hips upward, fucking his warm fists. Then one hand stayed and jacked off
while the other moved upward and pinched a pink nipple enough to make him
gasp. I moved to the side and dropped to one knee in order to get it all
and close ups too.

"It's almost there Kurt," he said softly, looking at me. The boy was cute
and seeing him in the throes of adolescent sexuality was awesome. His hand
went back to his nuts, pulling and tugging on the smooth hairless sac and
then he groaned loudly and raised his head. Boys have to watch their cum
shot, it's like a rule or something, and Tallon was no different.

The first shot hit him right along side his half opened mouth and draped
down over his chin, then end of it falling on his chest. The next one got
his nipple, the third one below that and the next one hit alongside his
belly button. None of those were just simple globs of sperm either but had
droplets that fell from the mass to splatter his heaving torso little spots
of white. From that point his cock continued to ooze boy honey but not a
slow ooze, the faster oozing that caused it to drop quickly onto his lower
belly, creating a puddle of sperm.

The boy was panting heavily as he slowed down and the hand on his balls
quit tugging and started fondling gently, a typical post sperm out
reaction. "Now you Kurt; I want to watch you cum." I started to set the
camera down but he asked for it so I handed it to him and began to jack off
for the boy. Tallon continued to lie on the mossy ground, but rose up onto
an elbow to snap some pictures then just watch me. I continued to look at
his crotch as I stroked, imagining my lips around his still hard and cum
dripping dick. I imagined my mouth filling with his seed, tasting the
nectar of his young balls.

"Here it comes Tallon," I finally said and he quickly got the camera in
position as I sank down to my knees on the ground and rested on my
haunches. I barely got my left hand on the ground behind me for support
when my cock erupted in a torrent of sperm, firing out long ropey strands
of the stuff. I managed 5 good squirts of diminishing volume and distance
before the fireworks were over. I continued to stroke of course, my dick
continued to ooze and I wanted to encourage it. When it stopped I did what
Tallon had done and that was to gently fondle my drained balls as if
rewarding them for having done such a fine job.

Tallon sat the camera down, grabbed some moss and began cleaning his
cooling sperm from his body. "That was pretty intense Kurt," he said. My
breathing started to slow down and I simply agreed with him. When he was
finished Tallon got to his knees and moved up close and wrapped his arms
around me and for the third time in 15 minutes pressed his lips against
mine. This time it wasn't filled with passion, more like gratitude or
thanks. It was relaxed and easy and I reveled in the feel of the boy's warm
body against mine. My cock had diminished but Tallon's was still at least
semi-hard and I wondered if the boy was wanting to have another go at it. I
reached behind him and cupped his delicious little butt in my hands.

"You're a hot little number you know that?" I told him. He rubbed his waist
against me and said,

"I know." Tallon stood up and went to the truck and started to get dressed
so I grabbed the camera, got a couple of shots then began doing the same.

"It would be hot to be with you again Kurt, maybe with a friend of
mine. Maybe we can hook up at your place, you know, if you want to." Being
with Tallon had been hot and fun. I couldn't help but wonder what it would
be like being with him and another boy like him.

"Is he a hot boy like you," I asked him, mostly kidding.

"Hot enough but not as hot," he said, emphasizing the last 2 words. We got
in the truck and headed back out to the highway, locking the gate behind
us. At the entrance to the freeway he said he was going to get out and head
back to the city. He kissed me again.

"Look" he said, "There's a web site, " and he gave me a name. "Check it
out, get an online name and meet me there at 9 Wednesday night. I'll get
the pix from you then and we'll set the rest of it up. That sound cool?" It
definitely did. He told me the name he used on line and I gave him one that
I'd used before on a few other sites. "See you then," Tallon said, and
climbed out of the truck. I watched him walk under the freeway overpass,
headed for the eastbound on ramp, admiring his slender little ass for a
moment then headed west.

Quality Room Service

It really was a paradise, an island paradise at that. If it hadn't been for
Jonathan I would have either stayed home or gone some place lame and staid,
like Cleveland or Fargo. Not that I'm dissing those places you understand,
hell I'd lived in Minneapolis with Jonathan for 5 years, it's just that in
my mind they aren't terribly exciting and certainly aren't exotic in any
way shape or form.

I had cared for Jon the last 6 years of his life because there wasn't
anyone else. When he finally passed away, just before all the new
treatments rendered HIV/AIDS something less than an absolute death knell,
he left me virtually everything except a couple million that went to AIDS
research.

On his deathbed Jonathan had told me to get away, take a year long trip,
live life a little bit before I settled back down to the mundane task of
day to day living, not that I would ever have to. "You're young, handsome,
fit as a fiddle; go find some boy to get your blood running again."
Jonathan knew everything there was to know about me, had known for years
that I liked boys, hell I was a boy when he first met me, albeit almost of
legal age.

I had been a candy striper at a local hospital when we met then became a
nurse's aid. I'd given Jon his baths and I'd wiped his ass almost more
times than my own. He knew I wanted to become a nurse and offered to pay
for school if I would be his caretaker while I went to school and his nurse
afterward. "You're very pleasing to the eye Dana, and you're gentle and
caring and I have more money than I could possibly need; you would make
more money than anyplace else too." But it wasn't the money;' Jon was
really easy to work for and I had genuinely cared for him.

So, after he died and I inherited almost everything, I sold the house and
headed for the South Pacific or thereabouts. Jonathan had told me a couple
of times of an island resort that was somewhat exclusive and beside suite
like rooms in a main building also offered small cottages, each far enough
from the other for privacy and as well as seclusion. "You really must go
there Dana, after I'm gone. I insist, in fact consider it my last dying
wish."  That is where I elected to stay.  I was escorted to my cottage by a
very beautiful young woman clad in what I considered to be localized
attire; a glaring white sarong of sorts, ankle high sandals and large
hibiscus blossom attached at her right ear to hold back long flowing black
hair. She showed me through the cottage then said that my servant would be
there shortly to assist me. I told her that I didn't particularly want a
servant but she didn't particularly listen and left, closing the door
behind her.

Ten minutes later there was a soft rap at the palm frond door of my
cottage. I rolled my eyes and was prepared to turn away whoever was
interrupting my solitude. I opened the door and was immediately spellbound;
any thought of turning him away vanished.

Standing before me was an adolescent; at least I thought he was. He was
probably 5'5, three inches shorter that me, and slender, typical of males
in that part of the world. He was wearing a pair of white cotton pants and
a white top that was similar to a martial arts gi top in that one side
crossed over the other and tied at the opposite hip. The fabric was loose
and somewhat blousy, also typical for that part of the world.

The white of his garment was a sharp contrast to the mocha color of his
skin. A perfectly oval face, there wasn't a blemish to be seen
anywhere. Huge dark eyes, very slightly oval, with thick black brows and
lashes highlighted the top third of his face while full sensuous lips
brought attention to the bottom. Red tinged with a perfect cupid's bow they
created the frame for crystal white teeth. His nose was narrow, rather
aquiline, providing the best possible visual connection between the other
two features. His hair was of course pitch black and was cut in sort of a
bob only the ends were somewhat grown out so it didn't look quite like a
bowl cut.

"My name is Hajii sir," he stated in a voice that retained some of the
lightness of a boy but the promise of a young adult. "I am here to serve
you. May I come in?" There was absolutely no way I was going to refuse this
young God, no way I was going to send him away. I stepped aside and he came
into the room, leaving his sandals at the door.

"May I check your suite sir, to make sure everything is satisfactory?" I
loved the sound of his voice, and while he spoke perfect English it had an
accent that was somewhere between British and something else that I
couldn't readily identify. I nodded my head and the boy immediately went
from room to room, opening cupboards and checking behind doors before
returning to where I still stood.

"Everything is in order sir. Is there anything that I might get for you or
do for you?"

"Well Hajii I'm not exactly sure why you're here or what it is you can do
for me." He smiled slightly, not a grin, but enough to show some teeth and
I thought I detected a twinkle in his eyes.

"I am here to attend to your every need sir within reason of course. I will
fetch your meals should you choose to eat here, making sure that the lazy
kitchen louts do their job, that your food is hot or cold as need be and
that your food is arranged perfectly. If there is something else you
require I will do my best to provide it for you. I will turn down your bed,
help you to dress or undress, run your bath, bathe you if you like. I am
adept at massage, I can mix island drinks. I will put you to bed and will
sleep on the small sofa in your room should you need me during the
night. If you wish I will serve you dressed or undressed or in a costume if
you desire. If you require a bed mate then I shall fill that need as well
or find you an adequate bed mate." I was a little shocked at that. Jonathan
hadn't mentioned any of this to me.

"Well Hajii, that is certainly a great deal to consider. A knock at the
door interrupted my train of thought and I watched as Hajii went to answer
it. He stepped aside immediately and a porter entered, leaving sandals at
the door. Hajii directed the man to put my luggage in the bedroom, which he
did, then left.

"I will unpack your things sir. Would you like me to prepare you a drink?"
I said that would be fine and when asked, told him I would leave it up to
him but didn't want something too strong or too sweet. What I ended up with
was a tall glass of liquid that had a slight coconut flavor. Hajii left the
room only to return less than 5 minutes later. I really hadn't brought that
much stuff. He brought the novel I'd been reading and set it down on an end
table.

While he'd been unpacking I had considered what I was going to do with him
which somehow segued into what he'd said about being adept at massage. I'd
been on airplanes for almost 11 hours and despite it being in first class I
was a little knotted up.

"Perhaps you would like a shower or bath sir followed by a massage?" I
nodded my head and asked if he was reading my mind.

"No sir but if you may forgive me for saying so you have been traveling for
some time, you look as if a shower and massage might be in order." I
smiled, thinking he was quite a polite young thing but told him I thought
it was an excellent idea. I stood up and followed him to the bathroom where
he started the water for me then stood to one side. Neither of us said
anything or moved for a good 30 seconds, Hajii looking straight ahead.

"Are you waiting for something Hajii?" He explained that he was waiting for
me to get in the shower then he would put my clothes in a hamper for the
laundry.

"If you would like I will leave the room sir." I thought about that and
wondered why I was being such a shy violet.

"No, I guess its okay Hajii. I'm just not used to getting undressed in
front of strangers, especially a boy." Not exactly true given that I'd had
an active enough sex life except for the past couple of years or so when my
time and attention were fully focused on Jonathon.

"I understand sir. I can turn my back if you would like." I almost laughed
but didn't. I set my finished drink glass on a counter then began to peel
my clothes off. In my underwear I stepped over to the shower and with my
back to the boy, dropped and then stepped out of them and moved around the
waist high wall into the shower. I turned enough to watch Hajii leave the
room with my clothes, observing his slender butt as he walked away from me,
snagging the glass as went by it.

I luxuriated under the water, cleaned myself using a very lovely scented
soap that had been provided. As soon as I turned off the water Hajii
appeared and handed a large bath towel over the wall to me.

"If you wish sir, take care of your private area and I will do the rest for
you."  Well now, that seemed like a spectacular idea; getting dried off by
a spectacular looking young boy. I did my crotch and my butt and stepped
out of the shower holding the towel loosely around my waist. Standing
behind me the boy took the towel and I let go. If Hajii had any reaction to
my naked ass I never knew it. He didn't hesitated but immediately began
drying me off starting at my shoulders and working down. He reached around
me to dry my chest and belly then dried my legs, front and back while still
behind me. When he was done he reached around me again and nimbly folded
the edges of the towel at my hip. I wondered how in the hell he'd gotten
trained to do all this.

I followed the boy to my room, this time admiring his butt from up close. I
didn't exactly feel my dick start to harden but it was close to it. "You
may lay on the bed sir," said, stepping aside and waving his arm in
invitation. "You may leave the towel on if you like, although it is damp."
The suggestion was taken and again, with my back to him, I dropped the
towel then lay face down on the bed, immediately taken in by the softness
of it.

"If I may sir, to do an adequate job I need to straddle your bottom." I
told him that was fine. "With your permission sir I need to take off my
over clothes." That peaked my interest so I turned my head.

"What ever is easiest for you Hajii." I said. The boy quickly untied and
removed his top revealing a nicely put together upper torso. He seemed more
developed that his age would suggest; pectoral muscles very well defined
and actually protruding slightly. The line of separation between the
muscles ran south and continued on through a defined set of abs which was
also clearly outlined by the crease of the boys' hips. Of course everything
ended at the waistband of the pants he was wearing. I continued to watch
him take his pants off, bending at the waist and as the garment cleared his
body I got a little surprise. He laid the pants neatly on a chair and faced
me.

"Do I please you sir," he asked in a softened voice. I didn't get that he
was fishing for a compliment, he honestly wanted to know and it seemed
important to him. What he wore as an undergarment was similar to a
fundoshi; a long piece of cloth that is wrapped a certain way to cover the
crotch, sometimes the entire butt although sometimes like a thong, in the
crack. I couldn't see the back but the front was more than nice.

What Hajii was wearing was white, of course, but a very light weight and
thin linen. I could almost make out his boyhood charms as they nestled in
the soft cloth but what I could see was that he filled the cloth out quite
nicely. Also, the front was worn low so it highlighted the flat pubic bone
and the creases that helped make it so.

"You are an amazing boy Hajii and I mean that sincerely." He gave me the
briefest of smiles. "Thank you sir." I watched him go the closet, also saw
that he was wearing the cloth thong style in the back, his glorious butt
swaying as he walked. He returned with a medium sized bottle in his
hand. "May I massage you now?" Indeed he could.

I nodded then lay my head on the pillow, felt the bed move slightly as
Hajii got on and straddled me, then the weight of his body in the small of
my back and onto the curve of my butt. In a moment I felt the warmth of his
hands as he ran them over my upper back, smearing my skin with a pleasant
smelling emollient and then he went to work.

I was surprised at the strength in his hands as he dug into my shoulders
and worked on my upper back. I was also conscious of the warmth of his
groin in my lower back and the movement of what I assumed was his balls as
he moved his upper body. Hajii eventually moved so that he was sitting
below my butt and then, when he leaned forward, I felt the distinct
pressure against my crack. I knew that it was the boys' cock. He continued
to work on my back, leaning to and fro like a washerwoman doing laundry and
his cock continued to push against the crack of my ass. I felt myself
become stimulated by the movement, the carnality of it all.

After a total of about 15 minutes he asked if I was feeling better, I
was. Did I want to turn over and he would massage my chest, I did, but I
was also about half way hard.

"Umm well Hajii, I would but I'm afraid that my body has reacted to your
massage." The boy didn't understand.

"Did I hurt you, did I do something wrong," he asked me, a slight bit of
fear in his young voice. He had gotten off of me and was standing beside
the bed. I had turned my head to look in his direction and of course was
all but face to face with his groin which didn't help my rigidity one
iota. From that close I could make out the darker part of his moss beneath
the fabric.

"No," I said, looking up at him and chuckling. "I mean, down there," and
here I nodded at his groin. He still wasn't sure what I was talking about
so I spelled it out for him. "I mean, I started to get hard." I swear the
boy blushed.

"I am so sorry sir, I didn't mean..." I hushed him and told him it wasn't a
bad thing, I just wasn't sure I wanted him to see me that way. He composed
himself quickly.

"I understand sir but if I may say, that isn't unusual and I am trained to
not be surprised about such things sir. We are men here." I didn't comment
on that. "I am also trained to," and here he paused slightly, "to help you
relive the pressure if you would like." That certainly got my attention.

"Hhmm, in what way would you relieve the pressure?"  He said that he could
achieve that in any way I would like. I thought I heard a catch in his
voice. "Have you ever done that before Hajii?" I was curious as to his
training. I knew that in some cultures both boys and girls were trained in
the arts of love, often starting at a young age, usually by adults who were
assigned that task.

"So you have had some practice?" He nodded his head.

"Yes I have sir, although only on boys my age or younger. I have not been
with a man and I have never been penetrated sir, except for fingers." Hajii
didn't seem the least bit uncomfortable or embarrassed about making those
revelations. "For you sir, if you choose, you may use me as you would a
woman." The idea of fucking that young God did not help my erection to go
away, in fact, quite the opposite. I decided to go ahead with his
suggestion, that is, to have him relieve the pressure albeit not in the
manner that he most recently suggested.

I rolled onto my back and while Hajii looked straight at my dick no
reaction showed on his smooth brown face. "What would you like me to do
sir?"

"What I would really like is for you to remove the sash Hajii." His hand
went to his waist, found an end to the cloth and he tugged. It was tied in
such a way that a single tug would undo it because all it took from there
was for the boy to pull the fabric out of his gluteal cleavage then drop
the garment on the floor, which he did, and stood before me naked as the
day he was born.

I'm sure that chin must dropped because he asked, "Do I please you sir?"
Hajii was every inch a boy; at least seven of them I would reckon, probably
more. His cock hung beautifully, the tip of the head barely peeking out
from beneath his foreskin. He was also fairly thick, all in all, larger
than most boys his age. At the base of the brown tube was a patch of pitch
black pubic hair that had at least an inch to go on either side before it
reached the deep crease of his pubic bone and wasn't more than an inch and
a half high. Beneath that hung a nice set of balls, one lower than the
other, in a completely smooth and hairless sac.

"You are the most beautiful boy I've ever seen Hajii," I said
softly. Truly, he was. I reached out and he stepped forward. I cupped his
magnificent cock in the palm of my hand and gently squeezed it. The boy
inhaled sharply and began to thicken immediately.

"Would you like me to touch you sir?" I let go of him and propped myself up
on one elbow and looked him in the eyes.

"When we are like this Hajii, you don't have to ask. Let your own curiosity
and feelings dictate what you do. I can't think of anything that I would be
offended by. In this, we are lovers and partners; you aren't my servant and
I your master. Do you understand?" He nodded his head and said that he
would try to remember that. Meanwhile I watched his cock continue to rise
until it stood proud and firm in front of his flat belly. I swear the kid
was bigger than me if only slightly; 7½ to 8 inches long with a very
respectable girth. Taking him inside my ass was going to take a fair amount
of foreplay.

"Would you like to touch me Hajii?" He nodded his head

"Very much sir."  The beautiful young teen reached down and took hold of my
cock and gently squeezed up and down its length, exploring, testing. My own
hand let go of his cock and cupped his balls, reveling in the feeling of
the soft and warm flesh. Hajii held my cock more upright and began to
stroke me and I elected to do the same for him but only for a second or 5.

"Come, lay with me Hajii." I moved over to give the boy room and a moment
later he was lying on his back next to me, me propped up on an elbow and
simply taking in the sight of him. Being able to feast my eyes on such a
work of art was almost heart stopping. Everything from his skin color to
the various hills and valley's of his body was glorious to behold. His cock
hung in the air above his flat belly, pulsing with each beat of his young
heart. Hajii's head was turned so he could watch me, the boy not quite sure
what his role for the moment was.

I reached out and rubbed my hand on his chest, reveling in the feel of
growing muscle, then down the slope of his rib cage to his belly and the
slight bump of his belly button.

"I like it when you touch me sir," Hajii said in a soft voice. I told him I
loved touching him as I ran my finger tips through his pubic thatch then
took hold of him again and stroked, admiring how his foreskin slid back and
forth over the swollen head.

"Do you mind if I suck you Hajii?" I don't know why I bothered to ask that
question but there it was.

"You may do as you wish with me sir; you need not ask permission for I am
here to serve you."

"Well first off, start calling me by my name which is Dana," I told him. I
leaned over, held his cock upright then lowered my head and took him into
my mouth. I'd retracted his foreskin so allowed my lips to explore the
ridge of the head, my tongue to explore the satiny surface and sample his
precum. I heard the boy gasp then felt his hand on my back and his hips
thrust upward slightly.

I suckled him for a good minute or more, alternating between stroking him
and playing with his balls. It didn't take long before his breathing
quickened and while I certainly wanted him to cum for me, I didn't want to
rush it either. I took my mouth away, licked all over his cock head, slid
his foreskin up into a nipple and sucked that into my mouth and twirled it
with my tongue. I went back to sucking him again and after another minute
stopped and moved back along side of him.

I looked down onto his face, and while his eyes met mine there weren't much
of them visible, his lids over half way closed from the lust that I
imagined to be pouring through his body. I lowered my head, Hajii knew what
was coming and didn't move except to open his mouth a little bit. I kissed
him lightly on the lips, repeated that action but on the third one left my
lips resting against his. I moved my lips in a kissing manner and the boy
responded accordingly which convinced me that kissing had been part of his
training. It only took a moment before his arms went around my neck and his
tongue pressed into my mouth to find my tongue and engage in battle. While
we kissed, my free hand roamed up and down his body sliding to the inside
of his thigh and coming up under his nuts and pushing the sac up as far as
it go stretch then gently lowering them again. I let my fingers rub in the
crease of his thigh, my hand continuing to rub against his balls before
moving up, stroking him a few times then continuing up to rub his chest and
a stiff little nipple.

When we broke the kiss Hajii rolled his head to the side and sucked in
oxygen, the move exposing his tender neck which I went for like a mosquito
for blood. He gasped loudly as I sucked in the soft crook and pulled my
head tighter to him. I was overjoyed that the boy was letting himself go,
allowing for free response to what was happening to his body and
restraining himself as it appeared he had been taught to do.

I finally rolled away and Hajii followed me until he was above me, his
crotch resting against my hip and one leg between mine. He looked down on
me, leaned his head down, and kissed me and I of course responded in
kind. My hand had been at his sides and I ran them up onto his back and
rubbed, moving downward to the valley at the small of his back then up the
other side onto the fleshy mounds of his butt. I have to say the boy had a
very delectable ass.

We continued an open mouthed kiss. He gently ground his hips against me as
I kneaded his cheeks, pulling them open. I wanted to explore his boy hole
and given that he was there for my pleasure, for my use, I could have but
didn't. I would get there in time but for right then I wanted to take the
boy along gently, don't ask me why.

Hajii finally broke the kiss and once again just looked into my eyes. He
was breathing somewhat heavily, in the throes of lust. I felt like it was
time to get the boy off. I loved watching a boy cum, loved being the one to
make him drain his balls of their honey, loved watching the play of emotion
as they went higher and higher and finally reached their peak and then
experienced the sweet release of orgasm.

I rolled Hajii over, switching places with the adorable young thing,
reaching down as I did it to take hold once again of rigid flesh. "I want
to make you cum Hajii." He gave me a questioning look. He didn't know the
word. "I want to make your sperm squirt out," I said for clarification. The
boy smiled and nodded his head. He certainly knew what that meant.

I had continued to slowly stroke him but after he knew what I was talking
about I slid down again to take him into my mouth. I deep throated the boy,
bouncing his sensitive cock head off the back of my throat then backed off
to service just his cock head. I took a moment or two to suckle his
foreskin into a nipple before plunging my head back down to engulph his
hard cock. He gasped when I did that, squeezed at his cock head with my
throat muscles. Hajii didn't have to tell me when he was getting close, I
could feel it.

I moved back up the bed and lay along side of him, gently kissing his lips
as I jacked him off. In between one of the kisses I heard a change in his
voice then backed away so that I could watch the show. I watched his facial
muscles go through the changes as he went through the hills and valleys of
impending orgasm, constricting the muscles as if in pain then relaxing in
bliss.

"Oohhhh," he moaned and I turned my attention to his waist. His cock
thickened against my fingers and I made sure his foreskin was fully
retracted when his cock head erupted. Afterwards I thought about how
appropriate that word was for his first squirt went all the way to his
chest, a long ropey strand of sperm that stretched from his neck to his
nipples. The second squirt was equally large and went almost as far and
both squirts had small droplets of cum that fell away from the larger globs
and left small white spots on his belly. From there it was mostly small
squirts that landed mostly around his belly button or simply burped out of
his cock head to run down onto my fingers, the motion of my jacking him
causing them to sort of fling off onto his body. Hajii had thrust his hips
upward to meet my hand for the first couple of shot but finally relaxed
back onto the bed as I finished him.

I continued to slowly stroke the boy, releasing his foreskin so that it
would ride back and forth over the head, creating more ripples of intense
pleasure. It seemed to me that, in general, uncut boys were more able to
stand the extreme sensitivity of their post sperming cock heads that those
of us who had been deprived of that glorious bit of skin. I finally,
reluctantly, let go of him, lowering his cock and not just dropping it. It
was already losing some of its hardness and rested against his body, the
head in a pool of cooling sperm.

I wiped of the cum from his chest and began to jack off. Using fresh
squeezed boy sperm for lube is a big turn on for me. That, coupled with the
fact that I hadn't been with anyone for over a year, brought me to orgasm
pretty quickly. Hajii was propped up on both elbows to watch and afterward
said that it was wonderful watching me squirt my stuff out-his words.

"Did my sperma help you to make yours Dana," he asked and I told him it did
then asked if he had ever used something slippery like to jack off. I had
to explain the word to him but he said no, he never had but he'd like to
try it sometime, soon. We got ourselves cleaned off then snuggled on the
bed.

"This was everything that I dreamed it would be like, being with a man. I
am so glad that you are my first Dana." I was a little shocked but he
seemed genuine and again, seemed to read my mind. "I know, we are supposed
to be trained to avoid feelings and involvement but I can't help it.

"I am super glad that you did. I loved every second of it Hajii and want to
do it again with you."

"Me too Dana. I know there's lots of other things we can do too and I'd
like to do them all with you, I mean, if you want too. We're not supposed
to ask." The boy seemed a little sheepish, his head down. I put my hand
under his chin and lifted it then gently kissed him on the lips.

"Okay but for the next 2 weeks I want you to promise me something."

"Anything," he responded, his face a complete mask of sincerity.

"If there is anything you want to do or try I want you to tell
me. Okay. And if we're in the middle of doing sexy things and you want to
touch or lick or, well, you know what I mean, you don't have to ask. You
can just do it, okay."

Hajii gave me a huge smile and said he would try then added, "I think I'd
like to try some kissing again then we'll see what comes up."

I think the boy had actually made a joke.

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