Date: Thu, 2 Jul 2015 12:27:45 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Encounters With Boys VI

As stated, the stories in Encounters are simply little vignettes that I
don't want to work into a full story. However some of them have potential
and One Little Indian Boy has been made into a full length story with 8 or
so chapters. If you'd like to see a second chapter to any of the dozen
vignettes in the folder let me know. It might be possible. Otherwise n-joi

Hugs...tag_m

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Yard Sale Treasure

I've said it before and I'll say it again; they're everywhere. All you have
to do is look around and sometimes be willing to take a risk, be willing to
make the first move as it were. Boys, boys, boys; the world abounds in
teenage boys, those exotic beautiful creatures for whom the world is a
playground. Svelte boys, chubby boys, lithe athletic boys, white black or
brown boys, it's all good.

Teenage boys, whose cocks are hard most of the time probably because their
thoughts turn to sex on the average of every 17 seconds. That's a
fact. Teenage boys, whose tender young balls are churning with young boy
sperm, that gooey boy goodness that boys are so fond of extracting out of
those delicious eggs and are willing to accept a hand, or mouth, from
another person to achieve it. Plus they can be quite brazen about it but so
can I. In either case I'm the guy that will help them
out. Every. Single. Time.

So it was that I was out for a cruise on an atypical hot Saturday afternoon
in early June. I typically work in my yard and gardens in the morning
before it gets too hot. Along about 11 or so I'd hop in the shower then
jump on my Harley and ride for 2-3 hours or more. Most of the time I didn't
have any real destination or plan; just wanted to get my knees in the
breeze and cruise.

On this particular day I was riding the back roads around the base of the
Cascade's. The rectangle of land between I-90, I-5, the Cascade Mountains
all the way down to the Columbia River was a tangle of 2 lane country
roads, especially around the base of Mount Rainier. The roads offer plenty
of curves, plenty of forest and scenery and a ton of tiny towns like South
Prairie, Buckley, Carbonado, Cascade Junction, Raymond, Burnett, Orting,
Wilkeson and more. Some are cute little towns with a few of the obligatory
chain stores, and others that are nothing but a gas station and a few
homes, areas too small for a police department or a fire department. It was
exactly on these roads that I had encountered Caleb in Cherry Boy, an
encounter in chapter 3, some 4 years or so before.

So there I was, sailing along and enjoying being in the wind, always treat
for me. There were lots of bikes out, lots of waves from fellow riders or
their passengers. I was on a rare straightaway, that being about 400
hundred yards long, a yellow highway sign indicating a road on the right up
ahead. I started to gear down and as I approached the road on the right I
saw what appeared to be a yard sale in a driveway almost at the beginning
of the side road. The road seemed to head off almost parallel to the road I
was on for about 50 feet then took a sharp right. The yard sale was smack
dab on corner of the sharp right.

Now, most of that isn't important and of equal unimportance is the sale
itself. I don't give a shit about those things, never have. However, it
appeared that said sale was manned only by a boy. Understand that all of
that registered in my brain over the course of say, 5 seconds and before I
knew it I was past the road. My brain also filtered through the rest of the
information which was that there didn't appear to be a house within a
quarter mile of that one. A yard sale, or garage sale, in the middle of
nowhere was for all practical purposes a waste of time. Plus there wasn't a
hell of a lot of traffic on the road, in fact, little to none. I figured
there must be a story behind that. Besides, there was a boy there.

So I grabbed the first opportunity I could to turn around and go back. What
the hell, I didn't have anything else to do with my time. Three minutes
later I was putting into the driveway. I put the kickstand down and as I
was getting out of my gear the aforementioned boy approached and waited
patiently until I stepped off the bike. The first thing he did was look at
the front of my jeans. That was fine because I looked at his, and he knew
it.

He was 13 or perhaps 14, hard to tell sometimes but he wasn't tall, maybe
5'5 and if he weighed a buck twenty I'd be surprised. He had straight brown
that hung over his ears, past the bridge of his slender nose and huge hazel
colored eyes, and beyond the collar of a mottled grey t-shirt by Tommy. A
silver chain necklace hung outside the shirt.

He was setup in a small open space at the foot of a gravel driveway, forest
all around us except for the little plot of mown down grass. A small older
model travel trailer sat between his wares and the forest, I presume to
give him respite from the sun, and in front of that a high sided utility
trailer made from the bed of an old Chevy truck.

"Thought you could use some company so I stopped by," I said. The boys'
face went from somewhat sad or bored to quite glad in a heartbeat. He
looked around then back at me and said,

"Pretty damned boring out here." His voice had not yet achieved the
deepness so desired by boys his age. His slender body was working on it but
it was a work in progress.

"You should smile more often, it really opens your face up," I told him, my
own smile showing that I was playing with him a little.

"Not much to smile about," he responded, "til you came by."

"Not a whole lot of traffic," I asked.

"How about none," he said. That of course prompted the question in my mind,
why.

"Well, I suppose the first question is why," I said to him. The answer to
that is that your parents made you. The next question is why. And the
answer to that mostly likely is that it's a punishment for some dastardly
deed." He nodded his head.

"Parent, as in mom. I don't know what dastardly is but it must mean
horrible and you're right." I nodded my head.

"What did you do?" I swear the boy blushed slightly and again, looked at
the front of my jeans.

"Well, it's kind of embarrassing," he said, a catch in his melodic voice.

"Probably something I would have done," I said and he nodded his head
again.

"Probly."

"Let me guess. Your little brother either caught you jacking off or found
your stroke book and told mom because he's kind of a little shit bag pest."
The kids' jaw dropped a mile.

"What the hell; are you a mind reader or something," he asked, finding my
observation clearly incredulous. I laughed.

"No just observant. Some of the things you got for sale here are younger
boys' clothes and newer than what you would have worn. As for the jacking
off part, all boys jack off, hell all men do, it's just that boys do it
much more often. My name's Andy by the way." I offered my hand and as the
boy took it he said,

"Garrett. Yeah, the little shit bag found my magazine and went straight to
mom. I didn't get in trouble for having it, just for not hiding it better
so that little shit face Conrad couldn't find it."

"I guess you guys share a room." He nodded his head.

"I hate it. So, do you jack off," he asked.

"Of course I do but not as often as you do."

"How often," he asked, clearly interested. He glanced at the front of my
jeans.

"About once a week unless something sparks my attention then it's more than
that."

"Damn, I no way could I go that long without doing it."

"Yeah, I can relate to that. Say, is there someplace I can take a piss," I
asked him. Again, the boy looked right at my crotch.

"Sure, follow me." He turned and I followed a very nice bubble butt. This
was a boy who stuck to the tried and true; 501's that actually fit and
didn't sag. Jeans that held his tender little butt like a pair of
hands. Jesus.

"It's funny," Garrett said over his shoulder, "I was just gonna take a piss
myself."

"Yeah? And jack off in the process I'll bet." He stopped and turned and
looked at me with a huge grin on his face.

"Damn it to hell you are a mind reader." My dick started to inflate.

We went to the other side of the 2 trailers and into the woods just a bit
and when Garrett started to unbutton so did I. The boy wasn't shy about
exposing himself, as boys usually are, but simply undid his buttons then
shoved his clothing down and pulled his t-shirt up, showing me 5 plus
inches of circumcised boy cock that was about half way hard. The boy was
going commando. I quickly dropped my own clothing, although I wasn't boned.

"God what a big cock you got Andy," he said with a smile.

"You got a pretty nice stinger yourself Garrett," I said which earned me a
laugh. "I had you figured for a briefs boy," I told him.

"When I wear underwear it is briefs," he said. He let his dick go untouched
and as my flow started I simply looked at him just as he was looking at
me. The boy had a nice set of balls that were totally hairless which wasn't
a surprise given that the patch of dark brown hair at the base of his cock
wasn't all that big or thick.

"It's tough trying to piss through a boner," he said and just about that
time he started his stream which of course arced up and away because by
then he was fully hard.

"Do you like, shave down there Andy? Your balls look totally smooth and
your hairs patch is small." I nodded my head and said that I did. He asked
why I did that.

"I like how it looks and besides, that way boys don't hair in their teeth."
Granted that was a risk but a safe one in my opinion. That earned me a very
toothy grin.

"Do boys have their mouth down there a lot?"

"Not nearly as much as I would like," I responded.

"I never tried that," he said, cupping his fully hanging nuts. "My friend
Jamie and I were gonna but we haven't gotten around to it."

"I'd be happy to volunteer for that experiment; that is if you don't mind
older equipment." I had finished pissing so shook off but made no attempt
to tuck myself back in. Garrett all but stared at my cock, which was moving
past half mast on its rise to glory.

"Okay," he said softly and squeezed on his own fully engorged boner and
moved right up to me, letting his jeans fall to the ground.

"What about your family Garret?"

"My dad's an underwater welder and in Alaska right now and mom left with my
little brother and sisters for Moses Lake, taking our horse over for
stud. She won't be home til late tonight or maybe even tomorrow." I reached
out and took hold of his cock and squeezed up and down it's length which,
as I stated was around 5 to 5 1/2 inches. The boy groaned softly at my
touch and reached out to do the same to me.

"I can't believe how big it is, and so hard. Your balls too," he said as he
reached out with his other hand to cup and fondle the medium sized eggs. I
did the same to Garrett, loving how his soft sooth balls felt in my hand.

"What are the chances of getting naked Garrett," I asked him. The boy
stepped back and pulled his jeans back up.

"We can go into the trailer," he said. "It shouldn't be too hot quite yet."
I told him I wanted to move my bike so went outside and did just that,
moving to the other side of the trailer. I then went inside to fin Garrett
splayed out on the little bed stark naked, his rock hard cock hanging in
the air above his flat belly. He was facing me so his delicious balls were
hanging in full view. I wanted to lick them. Intended to as a matter of
fact.

Garrett watched me undress and grinned as I approached the bed, my cock
starting to bone back up again.

"You want to suck me first or the other way around?"

"I never done it so maybe you should show me how," he said. I crawled up
alongside the little cutie, showed him how to cover his teeth then moved
down alongside his waist.

I took hold of Garrett's hard cock, held it upright and lowered my
head. Once I closed my mouth I swallowed the boy to his pubes and this time
he really gasped.

"Fuck," he muttered. I held his cock and stroked him gently as I suckled,
allowing my tongue to swirl all over his sensitive swollen cock head on the
up suck and leaving it alone on the down suck. I moved my hand down to play
with his balls, loving the feeling of the silky soft smooth sac and the
cute little eggs that it held. In doing so I allowed a finger to trail
along his perineum, getting him used to being touched between his balls and
his tender little asshole.

It wasn't long before the boy was gently thrusting his hips up off the bed
in order to fuck my face. I had no problem with that. It wasn't long after
that that he said he was going to cum if I didn't stop. So I stopped and
slid back up alongside him.

"That was awesome," he said in a husky voice, his eyes half closed in lust.

"I'm glad you thought so," I responded with a smile. "Do you want to try
it?" The kid nodded his head and slid down into position. I love watching a
boy suck my cock. Just a huge turn on for me, the visual. But when it's a
new boy AND it's his first time ever putting a cock in his mouth, well,
that's something else entirely. I've been lucky enough to have it happen to
me a lot and there have been times when I almost shot right at the get to.

I watched the incredibly cute young teen as he eyeballed my cock then put
his mouth over the head, closing his eyes as he did so, and start to
suck. Goddamn those pretty lips wrapped around my shaft was amazing and I
allowed myself to moan softly. I reached out and put my hand at the back of
his head, not to push his head down but simply to let him know I was there
and loving what he was doing.

Being a newly minted cock sucker Garrett wasn't really able to multi-task
so one hand rested on my belly while the other rested against my
balls. That was okay because just having contact with my balls was good
enough for me, although a little fondling and tugging would have made it
that much nicer.

Garrett continued to bob his head and when his mouth got sore he stopped
and just licked on the head like a lollipop then went back to sucking
me. The kid did a very credible job for his first time on the pipe. He
finally stopped, worked his jaw back and forth a little as he came back up
alongside me.

"That was pretty cool Andy," he said with a smile. "I wouldn't mind doing
more of that."

"I wouldn't mind being your practice partner either plus I can show you all
kinds of feel good stuff."

"Like what," he asked. Since we were so close I leaned my face toward
his. Garrett knew what was coming, how could he not, but he didn't flinch,
he stayed put. I kissed him gently on the lips 3 or 4 times, each time
about a 2 second count.

"Things like that, and a lot more."

"Well I sure liked that." I took it as an invitation and went back for more
only kissed him longer and on the 3rd one I opened my mouth and encourage
Garrett to do the same. Once we were there Mother Nature directed the young
teen and his arm went around my neck. It was Garrett who introduced his
tongue first and I responded. The moaned softly as we open mouth
frenched. I reached down and took hold of his raging cock and began jacking
him off which earned me even more moans. He finally broke the kissing.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum Andy," said quickly, rolling onto his back. I continued
to stroke his red headed cock and a moment later it thickened in my finger,
he groaned and thrust his little ass up off the bed and a nice little
stream of sperm shot up onto his right nipple. Garrett's head was raised up
off the bed to watch the show, just like every other male on the
planet. The second squirt wasn't much and the rest was a small amount of
oozing.

Garrett let his head fall back onto the bed and lay there panting. I
continued to slowly stroke him while I leaned down and licked his sperm
from his chest and then the rest from his belly and his cock head.

"That was amazing Andy, thanks," he said.  "Why did you lick up my sperm?"

"Because sperm from a boy your age is very tasty Garrett. Haven't you
tasted your own cum?" He grinned and nodded his head. I asked if he tried
his friends' sperm but he shook his head.

"I kinda wanted to though. Hey, when you cum maybe I can taste yours." I
said he could but it wouldn't taste the same. Young sperm is quite
different than sperm of a boy even a year older. He asked if I was gonna
jack off so I went to my back and proceeded to do the deed.

"Gosh your balls sure bounce a lot," he observed.

"If you hold em they won't," I suggested so he cupped my nuts and fondled
them while I jacked off. It didn't take long before I was blasting white
gooey juice onto my belly in big healthy globs.

"Fuck that's a lot of cum." Clearly the boy was impressed as most boys his
age are prone to me. Garrett stuck his finger in a puddle of the stuff and
sucked licked it off. He got a funny face.

"Tastes weird Andy. Smells weird too like pancake batter or something." I
laughed and said I though the same thing when I was a boy. Hell as an adult
I still thought so. I lay back and gently played with my dick.

"Now what," Garrett asked.

"Whatever you would like Garrett," I responded, "I don't have anywhere to
be and nobody to tell me different. He thought about that for a moment.

"Well you did say that you had other things to show me, besides kissing I
mean."

"That I did, that I did."

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B Ball BJ Boy

So, there was this park close to my house that I would wander over to at
various times but often times after dinner. Mostly it was just to watch
boys because it was a place where boys tended to congregate. They had a
pretty decent skate park, a couple of tennis courts as well as basketball
courts, a field with a baseball diamond on one end and a soccer slash
football field at the other end.

I had picked up boys there fairly often over the past couple years. Most of
the time it was a quick blow job, other times a mutual jack off session and
other times I actually got to fuck a boy right there in the park which was
a little risky to say the least. More than a couple of times I got repeat
action from a boy and sometimes he brought a friend with him and a few
times we took it back to my house.

I had more than a few props at my disposal, such as my own basketball or
tennis racket and balls. Sometimes I was a jogger or just doing stretching
exercises or Martial arts forms, latter of which always got boys'
attention. Sometimes I was walking my dog, a beautiful Belgian Malinois
named Mose, or running him through his paces. Mose was an extremely well
trained boy.

There were a million ways to engage a boy. I found that evenings were best
because often times it was getting dark, the boy didn't have to be home for
dinner, there were fewer people in the park. Boys sometimes would gravitate
to me for one reason or another, often just to chat believe it or not.

So it was that the somewhat rangy boy came over from the basketball court
where he'd been shooting hoops to where I was tossing a Frisbee for Mose on
the emerald carpet of grass alongside the court. He looked to be 15 or 16
years old, was about 5'9 or so, he was slender, his long legged sport
shorts and ratty tank top helping to enhance his height. His dirty blonde
hair was in need of a cut, a trim wouldn't do it. Because he had some curl
to it, the mop was rather unruly but didn't detract from a smooth nicely
shaped face.

"What kind of dog is she," he asked, his voice marching quickly to the
deeper voice of a young man.

"It's a he and he's a Belgian Malinois," I replied, Mose having come
alongside me to greet the boy although waiting for my okay to actually do
so.

"A what," he asked. I repeated my statement to which he said, "Looks like a
German Shepard."

"Well he is part of the Shepard family but he's Belgian," I
explained. "He's dying to greet you but won't until I allow it. Do you
mind?" The boy shook his head and I release Mose who stepped up for a sniff
of the boys' crotch, which is what I wanted to do. Judging from the wiggle
two things seemed apparent to me. One was that the boy was nicely hung and
the other was that he wasn't wearing underwear.  The boy rubbed Mose's head
and said,

"Why do dogs do that; always going for a crotch or an ass?"

"They identify by smell and can determine a number of things from that
information such as your sex. I would guess too that after a day that you
might be slightly ripe down there which makes your scent stronger and thus
more enticing to a dog." The boy grinned.

"Yeah, it's probably a little ripe. I showered about two after gym class"

"Well there you go. I'm quite sure that he'd wash you if you let him," I
commented. The boy gave me an odd look but it was more about curious as
opposed to disgust. I was sure the boy was envisioning his balls getting
licked, and why not. That was a typical boy fantasy.

"Really, why?"

"Because of the odor and also because of the salt from sweating, even if
you haven't sweated a lot. Besides, dogs can identify hundreds of
individual scents. For instance, when you smell a pizza you smell the
combination of ingredients in the pizza. A dog can actually identify the
individual ingredients. So, your body fragrance is highly enticing to a
dog." He seemed to think about that for a moment.

"Have you ever let him wash you?" I nodded my head.

"Not Mose specifically but I did when I was your age, and perpetually horny
and hard, which I am sure you can relate to.  I let a neighbor's dog lick
me, quite a bit actually. Honestly it was incredible. Of course I jacked
off and the dog had to lick up my cum too."

Understand that, yes, I was fairly assertive as well as open with
people. That doesn't mean I would just blurt shit out but I had gotten
pretty good and knowing when or when to say the kind of things that I said
to the boy. It is always a risk to do so but the worst that could happen is
that the boy would leave in disgust, thinking me a freak or worse. It all
depended on how the boy responded to what I'd said. In this case the boy
continued had elected to move farther into the topic and not change the
subject or leave which gave me the opportunity to advance my position.

So, at that statement the boy actually groped at his cock. "Bet that felt
good," he said, his voice softening as if to say it would admit how he was
feeling.

"Yeah it did but as you know, the head gets pretty sensitive after you
shoot your sperm out so I had to cover the head and let him lick my shaft
and of course my balls where some of the stuff went. I swear to God that
the boy groaned and groped again.

"Makes you hard just thinking about getting your balls licked, doesn't it,"
I said with a chuckle. By then it was too late for the boy to back out, he
had to continue the conversation.

"God yes," he groaned, his hand still busy.

"Yeah, me too. Have you have it happen, had your balls licked?" He shook
his head.

"It's great I'm here to tell you. How would you like to try it?"

"What; you mean let the dog lick my balls?" He sounded a little incredulous
at the notion, but not overly.

"No, but I'd be happy to lick your balls for you." He all but stared at me.

"Look, I love sex and it doesn't matter to me if it's a guy or a girl,
seriously."

"But I'm just a boy."

"So, you got a cock and balls don't you? Honestly I think boys are the
best. You've never done it so it's all new and I get to show it to you. I'm
actually glad you're a boy." He seemed to have to think about it.

"I bet you're hard as a rock and you really need to cum," I said softly and
he nodded his head.

"Come on, we'll go over here," I said, indicating the bleachers. It was
getting dark so we were pretty safe.

"Okay," he said, his voice already deepening in lust.

A row of large conifer trees backed the bleachers of the baseball
diamond. At the top right corner the limbs of one of the trees hung over
the bleachers and provided shade in the day time and some slight privacy at
night. In the dark it was impossible to see anyone that might be up there
and it was to that spot that I led the boy.

"I've been up here before," he admitted as we climbed the wooden stairs,
leading me to believe that perhaps he squeezed the weasel up that at some
point in time. I had him sit in the very corner and I got to my knees in
front of his splayed out legs.

"May I," I asked and he nodded his head. I snaked a hand up the leg of his
shorts and found his balls, cupping the sac of nicely sized eggs and
causing him to gasp. I moved up and found his rock hard cock and felt the
length of him.

"You're a nice sized boy," I mumbled and indeed he was. I worked up the
length of him determining that he was at least 7 inches long. I tried to
work the leg of the shorts up and his dick down but he stopped me.

"Let me take my shorts down," he said softly, raising his butt up and
shoving the garment to his ankles and letting his legs fall wide open and
tugging his t-shirt up to give me full access to him. The kid was very
nicely hung indeed, his circumcised cock definitely reaching more than 7
inches. I leaned in close and breathed deeply, taking in the scent of him;
the mix of boy, sweat, balls, and butt. It was incredibly intoxicating.

His large balls seemed completely smooth and hung beautifully below his
rigid flesh. His pubic hair was a nice sized patch of dark brown hair that
didn't continue onto his substantial balls. I put my face in and nipped the
loose skin with my lips and pulled on it slightly. I felt some small
stubble so knew for sure that the boy shaved. I moved my hand underneath
the sack of eggs and gently lifted them and began licking on one.

"Ohhh," the boy whispered softly. I continued to lick on one and then the
other, reveling in the softness of his skin. I finally set them down and
pulled his thick cock down and began licking all over the sensitive
underside of the swollen head.

"Oh fuck," he groaned as I worked on him, exploring the entire head with my
tongue and cleaning off precum as I went. I gave it a moment then took the
head into my mouth and began bobbing my own on teenage pride and joy. His
hands were busy gripping and relaxing on his thighs as I took him up into a
fog of hotness.

"Fuck, you better stop," he groaned, his hands on the sides of my head. I
took his cock out of my mouth and looked up at him, wondering if there was
a problem. "I want to do you," he said huskily. That caught me by surprise
but I certainly wasn't going to refuse him.

I stood up and tugged my own shorts down exposing a solid 7 inches of
raging man cock. The boy slid to the edge of the bench and took hold of my
cock, pulled it down and began sucking me like a champ. Before I knew it he
hand a hand on my ass and the other cupped my balls and was gently fondling
them, all the while moaning softly. I let my hands rest on the sides of his
head, the boy allowing me that contact, and I gently began thrusting my
hips, fucking his mouth. He moaned a little bit more then stopped.

Like I had done, he licked my balls, moving the eggs around with his
tongue. Like him, I was shaved and in fact had done it not 2 hours before
in the shower, something I did on a weekly basis or as needed. He could
probably smell the linger odor of shaving cream and Paco Rabbane 1 Million
body wash. And that may have prompted what happened next.

Pulling away from me he said, "Stop."  The boy quickly shucked his shorts
all the way off then lay on the wide bench. "Straddle me, okay?" I figured
the kid wanted to do a 69 and get his big cock sucked while he nursed on
mine. That was okay with me.

I kicked off my shorts and briefs then straddled his body with my face in
his crotch and mine in his, my left foot flat on the floor while my right
knee rested on the floor of the next step. I took his cock into my mouth
and started sucking him but the boy needed to do some adjustment and a
moment later he peeled my butt cheeks open and began licking my asshole as
if it were his last meal. I was definitely not prepared for that nor was I
prepared for the power that he did it.

The boy pressed his face into my ass and licked, slurped, kissed, and
sucked with such a vengeance that you'd think his very life depended on his
enthusiasm. I'd been rimmed more times than I could count but this boy was
like a boy possessed, moaning loudly as he ate me. He would stop for a
second and utter and "oh god" or "oh fuck" or something go right back to it
with as much or more force that he had before. His arms wrapped up around
my waist and my ass and he hugged me to him, forcing our flesh together.

I sucked his cock, stroking it as I did so, and felt my own heat level
rising.

"I'm gonna cum soon," the boy suddenly gasped then re-attacked my asshole
with more fury. I started working mostly on his cock head, pressing my lips
tight as the moved back and forth over the ridge. "Oh fuck," he groaned and
ate me harder as his cock thickened in my hand.

Typically I love watching a boy squirt his sperm, especially if it's my
first time with him. But hey, it was already dark and I wouldn't see much
so I had already made the decision to eat his gooey boy goodness. His cock
thickened and a second later my mouth was flooded with sperm. A lot of
sperm.

"Oh shit fuck," the boy cried out, almost weeping before pressing his face
against my puckered hole again. He thrust his hips upward and fired volley
after volley of his cum into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could and
still the stuff started leaking out around his cock.

"Jack me," I cried out, letting a mouthful of cum fall out onto his pubic
hair. He quickly moved his hand began stroking me hard while he continued
to eat my ass and got 6 solid jets of my sperm onto his torso for his
effort.

The boy continued to eat me but of course slowed way down then finally
stopped. He stopped stroking my cock too, and just let his hand drop away
on each side of his body. I took the liberty of moving from above him then
sitting my bare ass on the bench close to his head. We both were panting
heavily but not saying a world. He finally swung his legs around and sat up
then grabbed his shorts and tugged them on and stood up.

"I gotta go," he said rapidly and started to step away but stopped. Without
looking back he said, "Be her at dark tomorrow night and bring some lube. I
want you to fuck my ass. Maybe let your dog fuck me too." He then went down
the steps two at a time and was gone before I know it.

"Mose, heel," I commanded and my dog quickly leapt up from where he'd been
waiting patiently for me some 15 feet away. Mose had been through this sort
of thing before.

"What do you think of that boy," I said and ruffled his head and ears then
petted him. His tail wagged happily but he didn't offer his thoughts. I
ruminated over the experience and found myself quite taken by it. It had
been intense, no names were spoken, no thank you's were offered. He did
want a return bout the next evening and he wanted to take it to a different
level. Maybe let Most fuck him? That was pretty out there, not that I had
any objection to it. Most liked fucking humans, hell he liked fucking
anything. It would be hot to watch my big boy breed the kid. Probably have
to take him to my house to accomplish the deed though. Doing it in the park
was a hell of a risk.

I pulled my shorts on, stuff my briefs into the pocked and as I started
down the bleacher steps I decided that I'd be back the following night. I
wasn't one to pass up a chance to fuck a cute, big cock boy. As I passed
row 10 a body got up from the floor and stood before me. In the dark he
looked to be 12-13 but it was hard to tell.

"Fuck mister that was hot as fuck to hear and to watch. I cummed listening
to you guys. How about giving me a blow job too.