Date: Tue, 13 Jun 2006 11:15:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: Flat Bellied Boy  pt. II

Chapter I

We didn't talk for a good three minutes. I could have but I'd learned
long ago that silence was okay and I wasn't one of those people that
needed some kind of interaction going on all the time. If I were then I'd
have chosen a different profession. No, if Mason needed to talk, to
process, to vent or whatever he'd do it in his own time. And of course he
did.

"Ya know Jon I really liked being with you like that this afternoon. I
like how we are right now, just hanging out and talking and its okay that
we don't have clothes on either. But I guess what I don't know is if I
want to do it again, the sex stuff I mean."

He seemed to be struggling a little bit and as much as I wanted to jump
in and help him out, I didn't. This was something that he needed to
figure out on his own, just like the zillion other boys who've been in
the same situation have done, were doing, and would do, as long as man
and boykind were on the planet.

"Don't get me wrong," he finally said, "Oh man I loved having you hold me
and touch me and jack me off and I loved watching you do it too. It was
the hottest. I guess I just need to figure stuff out." He was quiet again
and we sat like that for another few minutes before I decided to toss in
my two cents worth.

"You know Mason," I said quietly, "you're going through the same thing
that most boys go through at some point in their teenage years. You're
caught between the fantastic feelings of sexual activity with another
human being and what it might mean, especially since it's with another
male. And you're right, you do need to figure it out and you will, almost
every boy does. So, what can I do to help?" He looked at me and started
to say something and I held my hand up. "I'll tell you what I can and
will do."

"First of all I'd be a liar if said that the time we spent together today
wasn't fantastic and that you aren't the hottest thing I've been with in
a long time. I'd be a liar if I said that I didn't want to do it again.
And again. And again." He smiled at that and I went on.

"But I'm going to leave that all up to you. Just like today, anything
sexual that happens between us will be your decision totally. You will
decide the when and the what. I am willing to help you explore your
sexuality to whatever degree you wish and I will commit to you right now
that unless I'm on my death bed, I will never refuse you. But you're
going to have the responsibility of communicating your needs and desires
to me though because I'm not a mind reader. Okay? That means you have to
be clear about it. You know I like to roam around my house nude and if
you want to be naked around me that's fine and I won't take that as some
sort of hint that you want to play unless you do or say something that
confirms that. Am I making sense?"

"Yeah," he said nodding his head, "just cause I get a hard on doesn't
mean you're gonna jump my bones, I'm gonna have to either tell you to do
something with it or put it in your hand. Or your mouth," he added with a
laugh. I nodded my head,

"And I'm not trying to influence you either Mason, I just want you to be
comfortable, ya know." He got up and came over to me, took my hand and
pulled, indicating that he wanted me to stand. When I did he enveloped me
in a hug, a tight one at that, and just held me. I was very conscious of
the fact that our cocks were pressed against each other and it was a
testimony to my will power and life experiences that I stayed soft.

"I'm really glad that I met you Jon. I really needed someone like you in
my life, still do. I know it's all gonna work out one way or another. I'm
very grateful that you're such a patient man." He pulled out of the hug
then leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek.

"Thank you Mason," I said softly, "that means a lot to me and for what
it's worth I'm really glad I get to be a part of your life. Except for
the next few hours," I added in a more serious tone. "I have a script
treatment that I have to get finished so I'm going to go into my office
and do just that. You're welcome to hang out, watch TV, go work out in my
gym, go skate and come back, whatever you want to do."

"Can I take Pepper out Jon?" I nodded my head told him that was a grand
idea, to go ahead and run him through his paces and feel free to walk
him. Mason had seen most of Pep's tricks and the dog proved willing to
follow the boy's commands when Mason had given them.

"If you can be back here in a couple of hours I'll take you to lunch."
The boy readily agreed so we headed into the house, me for my study and
Mason upstairs to get dressed and as I watched him walk in front of me I
felt my heart, along with my cock, twitch at the sight of his deliciously
slender little butt. The kid was a winner there was no doubt about that.

I went to my study, fired up the computer and ninety minutes later had
completed the project I was working on. I printed it and put it into an
overnight FedEx package, taken from a stash I kept on hand, then went
upstairs to shower and get dressed. I came out of the shower to find
Mason sitting on the chair in my dressing area and as I went about drying
myself off, covering up seemed a moot point, I asked how things had gone.
He replied that Pepper had done great and it had been a lot of fun
playing with him. I was sure that the dog had a blast with Mason. I just
didn't get around to actually playing and roughhousing with Pepper as
much as I'd like to.

I whipped the towel around and dried my back off, the movement causing my
cock to swing back and forth which was not at all lost on the cute boy
sitting less than five feet from me and making no bones about watching my
groin.

"Do you shave down there Jon?" he asked. I nodded my head and said that I
did and he asked why. I told him I liked the look and that guys I'd been
with liked it as well.

"Don't you worry about cutting your balls with the razor or something?"
he asked and I chuckled and said that I was pretty careful. He seemed to
mull on that as I hung up my towel then went about pulling some white
cotton boxer briefs from my drawer.

"I guess it does look kind of hot. Kinda makes your cock look bigger too.
Do you like those underwear Jon? I've always wondered how they felt." I
told him I did and that although my waist was bigger than his, he was
still more than welcome to try on a pair anytime he wished. I finished
dressing, using the tan cargo shorts and polo shirt that I'd worn earlier
and eschewing socks because I chose to wear sandals.  Downstairs I
grabbed the package and we headed out to the garage where I elected to
drive the Dodge Crossfire.

The car was my one real leap into the sporty type of world. I enjoyed it
a great deal and driving it was a blast.

"You must be pretty rich Jon," Mason commented as he caught a glimpse of
the vehicles parked in the three bay garage; the Crossfire, a late model
midsized Dodge truck, and the year old Infinity Q35.

"I wouldn't say rich Mason but I'm certainly not worried about where my
next meal is gonna come from." In fact I guess I was rich, given the
aforementioned treasure trove that I'd gotten with the house. Aside from
the antiques there were paintings stored in the attic in slender weather
proof tubes. Some of the names of the artists I didn't recognize but
Kandinsky and Chagal I definitely did. I soon learned about Stolyarenko,
Malevich, Lissitzky among others and while some of the collection was
prints, there were also some original paintings. Amongst the things that
I'd found were some letters, written in Russian which I'd taken to a
cousin of mine who'd married a Russian immigrant. The man translated the
letters for me, most of which were mostly chatty but also guarded.

As much as could be gleaned it appeared that the writer had sent his wife
and three very young daughters to America just weeks before the October
Revolution of the early 20th century. There were veiled references to the
paintings, asking that the recipient "take good care of the children's
drawings." Apparently some of the paintings had been sent over time and
it sounded as though the writer actually knew some of the artists. There
were still things in the attic that I hadn't gone through so who knew
what else lurked up there.

Out in traffic I went straight to FedEx and unloaded the manuscript then
headed downtown to a little Italian place that I liked. Talk over lunch
was light and non goal oriented with Mason being as animated as he'd ever
been. It remained that way over the following week. Mason continued to
come to my home or we'd run into each other at the vacant lot next door
and still end up in my kitchen for a cold drink, snack or lunch. He
continued to do what he'd always done and so I was given ample
opportunity to feast my eyes on his partially exposed torso, the flat
tanned expanse of belly that I'd first seen. I also got glimpses of his
butt whenever he was hunkered down to pet the dog or tie a shoelace or
for whatever other reason.  I don't think that there was any difference
in that behavior at all, in other words, he didn't do it with any more or
less frequency that he had before. The only difference was my perception
because I'd seen the entire package so that memory completed in my mind
what the boy wasn't showing me in reality.

I chose not to run around naked in my house either, not wanting to put
any kind of undue pressure, influence, or other negative vibe on the boy.
Of course Mason commented on that.

"I thought you like being naked in your house Jon," he commented one day
as we sat sipping soda on the back veranda. I explained the undue
pressure piece and he commented that he wouldn't consider it being
pressured.

"I would also feel a little uncomfortable wandering around naked with you
in the house fully clothed." He smiled and said he understood that
completely then added with a slight leer,

"Of course, I don't mind looking at your body. It's kina hot." At the
time he was sitting without a shirt on, his entire upper torso completely
bare. That, coupled with the fact that he was sitting in a typical
teenage boy fashion with his long legs stretched out in front of him,
gave me more that my usual view because the waistband of his jeans were
lower. And, like so many thin boys, when he sat like that the waistband
of his pants weren't loose against his body but sort of raised up off of
it so you could see down inside and a casual glance allowed me to see the
very beginnings of his pubic hair.

I would have loved to have knelt between his legs, unsnapped and unzipped
his worn blue jeans and pulled his cock out for fresh air; and a tongue
bath of course.

"Now I feel a little guilty that I'm stopping you from being comfortable
I your own house," he said. I assured him that he needn't feel guilty at
all.

"Still," he said then stood up, unsnapped his jeans, pushed them to the
floor and stepped out of them and stood facing me for just a moment. I
reveled in the sight of him barely three feet from my face. His young
cock was in total repose, the head fully covered by his foreskin, the
smooth bag of his balls hanging low and easy between his thighs. His nest
of black pubic hair was mashed flat from his jeans but his nuzzling the
medium sized patch with his finger tips sort of fluffed it up a bit.

"That better," he asked with a smile and scratched under his balls.
There's something about that, when first getting naked, the urge to
scratch one's balls. I dunno.

"Much," I said, standing up and doing the same thing the boy had done
while he sat back down and watched me with casual interest while he
sipped his Coke.

"I really do like looking at your body," he said after I'd sat down.

"Yeah, well I feel pretty much the same way Mason." He wanted to know if
that was normal, enjoying looking at naked guys. I told him it depended
on a lot of things but that in my humble opinion, guys looked at or at
least paid attention to other guys. "We're mostly always comparing in one
way or another Mason and our bodies are part of that. I wish my stomach
looked like yours. I admire it a great deal as I've never had one so I
say that from an aesthetic standpoint and not a gay one.

As we talked he absently played with himself; tugging on his balls,
moving his cock around or squeezing it or some other activity. I didn't
think he was intentionally trying to get hard but of course that was the
end result. Seeing that made mine twitch just a little.

"Oh jeez," he said looking down at his fully engorged cock, the head
poking out from beneath his foreskin.

"Yeah well it'll do that when you keep poking at it," I said with a
smile. He told me he hadn't done anything for a couple of days. I told
him he was more than welcome to use the bathroom.

"Do you have a porno or something Jon?"

"Not in the bathroom," I responded and he laughed. I said that I did but
that it was all gay and he said he didn't care. Amazingly he'd never seen
a porno movie of any kind. I stood up and Mason followed suit, rock hard
young cock standing proudly at attention. "Come on," I said.

He followed me upstairs to my bedroom where I pulled out a DVD and
slipped into the player and turned on the fifty inch wall hung plasma
screen and started to leave the room.

"Where you going Jon, aren't you going to do it with me?" I told him that
it hadn't occurred to me and he said he would feel better if I joined
him. How could I refuse an invitation to jack off with a cute young
teenage boy? I couldn't. I wouldn't.  Mason had sat down on the small
settee in my sitting room and when I moved to sit in an easy chair he
patted the seat next to him and asked me to sit there. Okay.

Mason went about slowly tugging on his balls and slowly stroking his cock
or squeezing it, over all just keeping a hand busy on his boyhood parts.
I sat down and began working on my own anatomy. Needless to say the
situation lent itself to a rapid inflation of my cock.

"I can't get over how big you are," Mason said, looking over and down at
me. Overall I think he spent at least as much time watching me as he did
the action on the screen which, appropriately enough, was a hot young guy
jacking off. I did the same thing since I'd seen the film quite a few
times. Like many guys Mason went through a variety of motions; stroking
one minute, holding down at the base of his cock while squeezing his
other fist over the swollen head the next minute, reversing his grip,
tickling his fingers on the sensitive underside of the head. Most boys
learned what felt good pretty early in the game and Mason was no
exception. I was dying to introduce him to his prostate, assuming that he
hadn't discovered it already, but as I'd said, that was all up to him; it
was all going to happen according to his schedule and for the moment it
appeared that simple masturbation was what he was interested in.

"Oh man Jon, it's hot being here, watching you beat off and doing it with
you," he said as his breathing began to come quicker. Again, I was
sitting to his left so had an unobstructed view of the boy loving
himself. I watched as he got closer, tightening his muscles and his belly
convulsing as the feelings roared through his fourteen year old body. And
then he was there.

"Oohh god," he groaned. We both watched as his cock head spit out the
first jet which landed at his nipple. Satisfied that he'd witnessed the
initial sperming, his head fell backwards and he stroked faster. I
watched, mesmerized as his body gave up pulse after pulse of cum, leaving
a trail of splatters from his belly button to his nipple. Fuck, it was so
hot that it helped me get to my orgasm. I had staved it off so that Mason
could watch, hoping that he'd want to.

"Oh fuck Mason, here I go," I moaned as I felt the swelling and tickling
and then my cock erupted. Like Mason, I watched the first shot then
looked over at him and the slow moving hand on his teenage pride and joy
as my balls turned loose a veritable flood of white goo.

"Oh man I can't believe how much stuff you make Jon," he said as my cock
finally slowed to an ooze.  Yeah, well he wasn't the first person to make
that observation. We both just sat there panting as cum dripped off of
our purplish cock heads onto our bellies, hands resting on the sofa,
neither of us touching our dicks.  On the screen the scene had changed to
two guys who were just finishing a deep throated kiss and we watched as
that cut away to them doing a side ways sixty nine.

"What's it like kissing a guy?" I told him that when your eyes were
closed, unless the guy had facial hair, lips were lips and that guys lips
were as soft as girls. He seemed to mull that over. "And sucking on a
cock," He added.

"Well, I don't know how to describe that Mason except that it's fun doing
it and getting it done." He absently played with his balls, or rather the
skin of his smooth bag, pulling on it gently. His cock was softening,
lolled off to one side, resting on a hip, the head having crept about
half back inside its covering. I loved looking at his body and could have
stayed there for hours gazing at it, admiring the creases and bulges and
smooth tight skin. The fact of the matter was that my cum was both
cooling and running and since I hadn't showered that morning I figured
that should be my next endeavor.

"Oh man that's sorta gross," Mason exclaimed and I looked at the screen
even though I knew he was referring to rimming. Sure enough, one guy's
face was buried in the other guy's smooth asshole, licking and slurping
his way to heaven while his partner moaned.

"Yeah, a lot of guys think that same thing until they have it done Mason
and then it's a different story. I've gotta shower, your welcome to join
me if you want, other wise clean up however you want to." I stood up and
headed to the bathroom. Mason stood right behind me and followed suit.

"You mean you've done that Jon, licked a guy's asshole?" he asked as we
headed toward the shower, a rather skeptical tone to his voice.

"Sure, it's great having it done and doing it. I must have been your age
the first time it happened and I've been a believer ever since. The key
for me is that the area be fully cleansed first. Some guys like a little
sweat and musky flavor, not me. But fully cleaned and rinsed it's
hygienically safe. It's not a gay thing either, the asshole I mean. Once
a straight guy discovers the pleasures to be found down there they become
believers as well." I got the water where I liked it and moved under the
spray then moved aside to let Mason wet himself down.

"There's a great many things that couples can do together Mason that are
both safe and fun and once you've gotten a little older and tried some of
them you'll discover just what I'm talking about." We were both using the
liquid body soap and going about the standard cleansing rituals.

"Back washing is one of those things so if you want, turn around and I'll
do yours for you."  Mason was all for that and turned around to face a
wall. As I went about soaping him and rubbing him down we continued to
talk.

"So are you gonna be my teacher Jon?" he asked as I started to massage
his shoulders. I told him that was his decision to make and that I would
be honored but who ever he chose to teach him anything, they should be
someone he could trust not to hurt him or lead him astray.

"God that feels good," he moaned as I worked my fingers into the muscles
of his shoulders and then down his spine. He had leaned forward to brace
himself against the wall, his legs spread slightly and his butt pushed
out.

"I trust you Jon," he said and I thanked him for it as I approached the
twin orbs of his slender butt. Oh man did I want to have a meal in there,
not to mention burying my cock between the firm fleshy muscles.

"You've got a terrific butt, you know that Mason," I told him as I soaped
and rubbed the orbs, pulling them gently apart in the process. I decided
to take a risk but asked first.

"Would you like to me wash inside there?" He hadn't cleansed there yet
and it needed to be done and since I was already there.

"Sure, I guess, I mean if you want to." Oh I wanted to alright. I applied
a liberal amount of soap to my fingers then started about the middle of
his gluteal cleavage and quickly went down and in.  Mason had spread his
legs ever further to allow me access but I pulled one cheek open slightly
anyway. My fingers grazed across the puckered muscle at his core a couple
of times as I soaped the area then my finger tips concentrated on it,
moving back and forth and the very tip of one slipping just inside the
ring.

"Oh fuck," the boy moaned as I worked at his hole then moved my fingers
back and forth from front to back again. On the forward motion my fingers
pushed against the underside of his balls, moving them upward until they
touched the eggs and on the third such trip forward I allowed my fingers
to grasp onto the hanging sperm makers and tug slightly. Mason's breath
was picking up speed and his moans became louder as I worked his tight
little hole and his nuts. I finally stopped and pulled the detachable
spray head down and rinsed him off, directing the spray up in side and
using my fingers to get all the soap out. Of course the spray on the
underside of his balls made him jump and giggle and turn away from the
pressure of the water.

He turned and leaned back against the wall, his cock full on hard and
jutting up and away from his body.

"Liked that huh?" I said nodding toward his rampant boy hood. He nodded
his head and observed that I must have enjoyed it as well. I glanced down
at my own fully engorged cock and told him that I did enjoy it but that
bringing him pleasure was as much as a turn on for me as actually doing
it. He asked if I wanted him to do my back and of course I agreed and of
course what he did was mimic my actions including the washing of my
asshole.

"It's kinda fun washing in there too. I mean, it's weird feeling," he
said when he was done, adding, "But I don't think I'm ready to put my
tongue in there."

"Well, maybe some day you'll let me put my tongue in there, then we'll
see, how's that?" He nodded his head.

"Yeah, maybe; meanwhile what are we gonna do with these?" he asked,
grasping onto his own cock and stroking it a couple of times, "wanna
teach me something new?" The smile on his face made him even cuter than
he was normally, his straight white teeth all but gleaming against his
darker skin tone and his hazel colored eyes twinkling.  I did have
something in mind and I told him so.

I lathered my hands with the soap and spread it all over my belly, my
stone hard cock and down onto my balls, the latter done just for the
feeling and not for what I had intended. I then did the same to Mason,
using one hand to tug on his sperm makers, pulling the foreskin back as
making the skin of his hard cock taut before sliding my soapy tightened
fist up over the head. The young teen gasped at the feelings and sagged a
little bit then commented on how much better that felt having me do it
than when he did it to himself.

Once we were both slimed up I pulled him to me and put my hands on his
glorious ass and held him tight then undulated against him.

"Oh my," he said, putting his arms around my neck to help hold himself in
place as he resisted my pressure, pushing his hips against me. I pushed
back up against the wall and began rubbing against him, our hard cocks
pressed against each other between our slippery bellies. Our faces were
only inches apart and we simply stared into each other eyes as we
simulated fucking. Mason's eyes were half closed and an equally half
smile played across his lips as he pushed against me, our cocks slipping
and sliding against each other. I leaned my head forward and kissed the
soft crook of his neck, tenderly at first and then with pressure.

"Oh Jesus," he gasped and his body shivered in my arms. I sucked and
kissed on his neck, pushed my cock harder against his belly, undulating
my hips and causing both cocks to move up and down in the simulated
slippery sheath of our stomachs.

"Oh God Jon," he moaned softly, his arms tight on my neck and holding me
against him. I could feel my balls begin to boil, knew that it wouldn't
be long before I was ready to cum. I enjoyed frottage immensely and
hadn't done it for awhile so reached my heat level pretty quickly. Mason
was right there with me.

"Oh FUCK," he groaned and pushed hard against me, moving his hips side
ways while he humped his cock into me. That was about all it took for me
to orgasm as well. Mason's body shuddered against me as my own body began
its orgasmic convulsions. I practically sunk my mouth into his neck as I
pulled his firm little butt as tightly as I could while pushing him
against the shower wall, my groin pushing into his and mashing our cocks
against each other and our bellies. My cock oozed a good six jets of cum
before it slowed down and as it did, I did.

Instead of gripping Mason's butt I began rubbing it, moving my hands all
over the smooth skin, gently pulling the orbs apart and letting them fall
back together. I finally had to pull my hands loose as Mason relaxed his
weight back against the wall but kept rubbing gently up and down his hips
and thighs, my fingers trailing across the last remaining evidence of his
fall from the week before.

"That was fucking incredible Jon," he finally said. Our faces were still
within a foot of each other and for a moment Mason's eyes roamed over
mine but kept coming back to my lips. I knew what was going through his
adolescent mind and he eventually reached a conclusion. He leaned forward
and kissed me on the lips. It was a short peck, less than two seconds,
but apparently long enough for him to comment that I was right, they were
soft.

I pulled back from him then re soaped my body and his and cleaned the
sticky goo off before rinsing us both off and leaving the shower. Mason
had commented about we'd done and I explained it to him, what it was
called, and that it could also be done in bed using lube. He said that
sounded interesting which led me to believe that the experience might be
looming in our future together.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you," he said as we were getting dressed
downstairs, "my grandmother would like to meet you. I told her that I
spend a lot of time with you. She said that she's been quite impressed
with what you've done with the house so that gives her two reasons to
"make your acquaintance" as she puts it."

"That's more than fine with me Mason, why don't you invite her down
tomorrow for coffee." He said that she would probably love that and that
he'd ask her and call me later. I'd given him my phone number early on
but until then he'd not seen any reason to use it.

After Mason left I reflected on the small turn of events. I was planning
on spending a few days in Los Angeles as a movie I'd worked on was
premiering and I had other things that needed to be taken care of. I'd
been considering asking Mason if he'd like to go since he seemed to be
free of other obligations. Meeting his grandmother would certainly be a
big step toward making that a possibility.

Chapter II

Meet her I did. A rather small woman in her mid seventies, Harriet was a
nice enough lady, clearly not very educated or sophisticated, which was
fine. She'd appeared to have gussied herself up for our soiree, wearing a
nice summer print dress, make-up, and what looked like a wig of a medium
ash brown color. She was one of those older women who clutched her purse
straps with both hands at that undeterminable spot below her breasts and
above her waist, something the Freudians would most likely have plenty to
say about.  She wore open toed sandals which made it much easier to climb
the stairs and she clucked and ooh'd and aah'd as we toured the house. Of
course Mason was practically apoplectic as we entered the master suite
but I reassured him with a hand wave behind his grandmother's back.

"It's been awhile since a lady has graced my boudoir Harriet," I said
smoothly as we entered the sitting area and she giggled like a school
girl. I elected to not take her any further into my room, allowing her to
glance around from where she stood, then ushered her out almost as
quickly as I'd ushered her in. The relief in Mason's body language was so
visible that it could have been read by Ray Charles.

Out on the veranda I served fresh brewed coffee from Ethiopian beans
along with little Russian tea cakes that had been baked that morning at a
bakery I favored. Pepper had been out back and of course joined us as we
sat down. Mason asked if he could show his grandmother some of Peppers
tricks and of course I allowed him to and of course she was thrilled to
no end. So was the dog. We swapped the usual personal information and
since I had worked in the industry Harriet was interested in which movie
stars I'd met and that sort of thing and of course she was suitably
impressed. Mason got bored and took pepper out in the yard to play.

 During a lull in the conversation she said she needed to thank me, which
of course almost floored me. She went on to explain that Mason seemed to
be benefiting a great deal from his association with me. While he'd
always been fairly positive around her he seemed to be even better and
his moods swings were totally gone whereas before it seemed like the
littlest things set him off. He seemed happy.

"It's all due to you Jon," she insisted, "I know it is. He talks about
you quite a bit you know which was why I was glad that you invited me
down today because I felt that it was high time that I met you." I nodded
my head in understanding. She went on. "I'm really too old to be raising
a teenager, let alone a boy, although Mason's father was never any
problem as a child. I don't understand what his mother sees in that
asshole; pardon my French, that she married. They came up and visited one
weekend, stayed in a motel but I tell you he was just way too hard on
Mason. And the very idea that Mason might be a homosexual, why my Lord
that's the most preposterous thing I've ever heard of. Homosexual
indeed," she huffed. She rambled on a little more in the same vein,
putting down Mason's stepfather then went back to my being such a
positive influence on the boy, "maybe even a, whaddayacallit, replacement
father."

"Surrogate father," I suggested to which she nodded her head and went on.
Since she seemed to be in a mood to extol my virtues I figured that was
as good a time as any to ask her about taking Mason on a week long trip
with me to LA so I asked. I explained that I hadn't even asked Mason
because if he couldn't go it would just disappoint him and he'd had
enough of that. I explained that I would be attending a premier which of
course excited her to no end.  I figured that if I'd offered to take her
she'd have raced home and packed a bag.

"Well I suppose it would be alright. I should call his mother and ask her
though," the old woman said reflectively.

"I can understand your thoughts on that Harriet but do you think that's a
wise idea. I mean, might not the asshole, you should pardon my French,
suspect that Mason might be taking up with an adult homosexual?" It was
clear that the notion had never crossed the old lady's mind because when
I mentioned it her eyes got as big as saucers.

"Why I never thought of that. It's ridiculous of course. I know you're
not a homosexual, I can spot one a mile away."

"Well thank you for your confidence but that guy is still likely to jump
to conclusions. I would really like for Mason to be able to have this
experience Harriet. I think it would be good for him." I didn't feel like
I was playing Mason's grandmother because I truly believed what I'd told
her. I would bet even money that the jerk would jump to the conclusion I
stated and get Mason's mother to quash the trip.

"Hhmmm, I see your point and you're right of course. I think that the
trip would do him a world of good too Jon so perhaps we'll just keep it
between us." I thanked her and she waved it off, adding, "You a
homosexual, the very idea," she as though I might just as well have wings
sprouting out of my back. Considering that I was going to be spending a
week alone with her cute as all hell grandson, I might well have had
horns sprouting, but not from my back.

"Who's a homosexual?" Mason asked, having come through the door at just
the right time.

"Oh nothing Mason, nothing at all," she said as she stood up, "I should
get going, wouldn't want to miss my soap."  I escorted them both to the
front door; Mason choosing to go home with her out of politeness saying
that he might come back down later if that was okay. I assured him that
it was okay.

Mason did elect to come back down later and almost as soon as he came in
the front door he asked me about the trip I was taking.  I guess Harriet
felt the need to impress her young grandson with the notion that she and
I had a more than just casual chat.

"My grandmother said you're taking a trip Jon. Where are you going?" I
was glad that Harriet left me at least some thunder. I explained that I
was flying to LA for business what would include attending a movie
premier and that I would be gone for a week.

In his usual manner, Mason had a hand up his shirt rubbing his upper
chest and in the process allowing me yet another look at his torso. I
have to say that I didn't think that I would ever tire of that view and
even though I'd seen him fully naked, seeing him that way highlighted
that part of him that was so appealing to me. I could look at his taut
smooth skin for hours, reveling in the sight of the beginning of his V
and dreaming of where it led to, even though I had already been there,
his pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Well, tube of gold. God he was
a sight and I felt my cock stir as I tried to refocus on what he was
saying.

".. Miss you Jon. We been together every day for almost a month it seems
like. Gosh it's gonna be boring as all hell." He had a look of
disappointment on his face that made me feel just a little guilty, but
not too much. "So when will you leave and how long will you be gone," he
asked.

"Well," I said, drawing it out longer than I really needed to, "I thought
we'd leave day after tomorrow."

"Oh, so soon, gosh I" . he stopped, paused, then went on. "You said we;
is someone going with you?" The look on his smooth young face was one of
curiosity but also a certain sadness I thought. I didn't get a chance to
answer right away because he went on. "Do you want me to watch Pepper for
you while you're gone Jon or is he going with you? Need me to watch the
house or take care of the gardens and stuff?" I shook my head.

"No, I'm going to board Pepper in a kennel. He's used to it, he'll be
okay." Of course Mason commented that wouldn't it be better if Pepper had
company, that he would be more than happy to watch the dog for me.

"Well I appreciate that Mason but you can't hardly watch Pepper if you're
with me in LA," I said with a perfectly straight face. He didn't get it
right away and when he did, the look on his face was like a short series
of expressions starting with confusion, then understanding, then elation,
followed by disappointment or sadness. The expressions were accompanied
with words as the boy processed it all within about fifteen seconds.

"Oh man, I can go with you?" Happiness followed by sadness and, "Oh man
Jon my grandmother won't let me go and even if she did she'd have to call
my mom and you know Dick the dick will talk mom out of it."

"Well, Harriet and I talked about that and she isn't going to bring it up
to your mother so unless you don't want to go."  I left the sentence
trailing. His answer was to be in my arms hugging me in less time than it
takes to type out the telling of it.

"You mean it Jon? I can really go with you?" I put my arms around him and
held him.

"Yup, that's what it means Mason," I whispered in his ear, "That's
exactly what it means."  By unspoken mutual consent we broke off the hug.
Mason had a tear in his eye that he wiped off; rather unselfconsciously I
thought.

"I'm sorry Jon; it's just that life's been kinda shitty since my dad left
four years ago. Nobody's done much for me. I mean my grandma's pretty
nice and all letting me stay with her but, well, you know what I mean." I
did know what he meant and I told him so adding,

"Okay but you have to understand that part of this trip is business for
me so you will be spending some time alone unless I can figure out a way
to keep you occupied and to that end I have some ideas."

"Okay, whatever you say Jon, I'm just glad to be able to go with you." He
was pensive for a moment then asked,

"What should I take for clothes? What will we be doing?" As usual we'd
ended up out on the veranda, the cooler part of the house where Mason
sat, legs stretched out and shirt up gently patting his belly.

"Well for starters you'll need a swim suit, second, some nice slacks and
a button down shirt and dress shoes, or at least shoes that are in a
little better shape than those," I said, nodding at his feet then ending
with, "I don't suppose you have a tux?"  The poor kid's face fell clear
to the floor. He sucked his legs up close to the chair and crossed his
arms over his chest; purely unconscious defensive moves. I felt bad.

I got up and went straight to his chair and squatted down in front of
him. "I'm only messing with you Mason. I know that you probably don't
have any of those things and certainly not a tux; not very many men keep
those in the closet. We'll both get fitted for tuxes as soon as we get
there. As for the other clothes we'll probably be eating in some
restaurants that have a dress code so we'll have to go buy you some
things that will get you in the front door." It took a moment before he
allowed the scowl on his face to be replaced with a smile.

"You had me scared for a minute Jon." I apologized then stood up.

"So unless you have something else planned how about if we go shopping?"
He seemed a little reluctant and when I asked him why he sort of hemmed
and hawed, seemingly not sure how to say what he wanted to say so I said
it for him.

"Look, you're probably thinking something along the lines of how much
it's going to cost, how you could never pay me back or any number of
variations on that theme. So let me be clear Mason. I'm doing it because
I like to. I have plenty of money and very little family to spend it on.
I know that your mother isn't sending a lot of money to your grandmother
and she couldn't afford to spend a lot of money on you either. So, we're
going to go buy you some clothes. You are going to help pick things out
and you're not going to worry about the cost. Okay?"  He nodded his head
so I stepped back to give him room to stand up.

The shopping trip was mostly uneventful. There were a couple of upscale
men's shops in town and we visited both of them, picking out two pairs of
dress pants, one black one dove gray, with belt to match. Add four dress
shirts and a tie that would go with all of them, a universal sports
jacket and we were good to go; which we did, after we got him a pair of
dress shoes and socks to go with them.

The next stop was a department store that carried a lot of Tommy Hilfiger
wear that provided us with casual wear: new jeans in both long and short
leg and a couple of more casual button down shirts and a pair of board
shorts for the pool. The jockey store provided us with underwear.

Now that was interesting. Mason generally didn't wear underwear because
he liked not wearing them. He admitted that it felt sexy going without
them and having gone through that phase myself I could understand that.
The other problem was, according to Mason, he'd outgrown what underwear
he did have. He tried on boxer briefs and didn't like them all that much.
He tried on some bikini style briefs, liked them and asked me how they
looked on him. Fucking great is what they looked like on him. He tried on
boxers and said he kinda liked those as well. I had gone into the
dressing room with him, at his request of course, so went through the
entire process of getting undressed, putting on one pair, taking them
off, trying on another and so on. He elected to go through the process
without another stitch of clothing on so that he could see how he looked
in the mirror. When it was all said and done he stood there, holding each
one and looking them over, stark naked the entire time. I was starting to
get a woody over the whole thing and told him so and of course it
wouldn't do but what he had to swing his little butt in circles, which
caused his cock to fly about as well.

"Look, go ahead and take some of each if you want to Mason, they come two
to a pack but I swear I'm tempted to just drop down and suck your cock
right here," I said in a whisper. He laughed, pulled his jeans back on
and we headed out where the boy picked out 3 packages each of boxers and
bikini briefs as well as a package of white wife beater undershirts.

In the car on the way home he started laughing and when I asked him what
he was laughing about he said,

"That was funny what you said in the dressing room about sucking my cock.
Would you ever do something like that?" I asked him if he meant his cock
specifically or a cock in general and he said in general.

"Oh heck yes, in fact I have actually." His face registered a look of
surprise at my disclosure and of course he wanted to know about it. I
told him it was with someone that I'd been seeing for a couple of months
and we were in a similar situation and he got hard so I'd sucked his
cock, with his permission of course," I added.  I told him that the added
danger of being caught sort of make the situation more hot. After two
blocks of silence he said,

"So what about my cock specifically?" I allowed for a moment of silence
before going on.

"Well if our relationship had progressed to that point and you were up
for it, so to speak, I wouldn't hesitate." More silence, then,

"Do you want to? Suck my cock I mean." I told him that I was more than
willing to do that for him.

"But do you want to?" He asked. The boy was putting me on the spot and I
wondered just where the discussion was headed.

"Yes Mason, I do. I would love to be able to share that experience with
you," I said quietly.

"Sometimes I want you to Jon, then sometimes I'm not so sure," he said in
a voice as quiet as mine had been. I stopped for just a moment as my
gates finished opening then drove in, heading for the open garage door.

"Being unsure about something like that is normal Mason. It's a big
decision but it will get figured out one way or the other; that I promise
you." He nodded his head and as quiet as I pulled the car into its space
and as I shut it off he started to say something then stopped.

"What," I asked him and he shook his head saying it wasn't any of his
business and I told him to go ahead and ask.

"Well," he said slowly, "the other person that you were with, was it a
boy, like me?" I wondered how long Mason might have been harboring that
question, guessing that it would crop up sooner or later and I'd decided
long before that if he ever asked I would be honest with him about my
relationships.

"Yes Mason, he was a boy, much like you."

"What happened to him?"

I asked what he meant although I knew what he meant and although I might
never know for sure it may well have been one of the reasons Mason was
being cautious about getting involved with me. I got out of the car, as
did Mason, popping the trunk latch as I got out.

"Justin, that was his name, found a boy closer to his own age and he
gradually spent more time with the boy and eventually the sexual part of
our relationship ended although we're still close friends." He seemed
content with the answer and didn't pursue the topic any further, at least
not at the moment.

We took all the clothes upstairs to my room where we got all the tags and
things off.  I suggested that he leave the dress clothes at my place
since we'd pack everything in my luggage but told him he could take any
or the other things home if he wanted. He decided to leave everything
since he'd only have to bring it back the next day.

"Even the underwear?" I asked him with a smile. Mason allowed as how he
probably should get used to wearing them again, that is if he was going
to wear underwear during the entire week that we' d be gone.

"Well you can wear them or not as you see fit Mason," I told him, "but I
think that the slacks will fit a little better with underwear on." He
nodded his head and without another word dropped his jeans and peeled off
the t-shirt he was wearing. He stepped over to my bed where he picked up
the dark blue striped pair of bikini briefs that he'd tried on and pulled
them on.

"Do you think I look good in them Jon?" he asked as he walked over to my
full length mirror, made a few adjustments then turned and looked as his
butt, which the garment made look even hotter, then turned back around
and inspected the bulge at the front.

"You look very good in them Mason," I said with conviction, then added
with a leer, "You look good out of them too." He laughed, looked himself
over again then came back toward me.

"So which do you like best, in or out?" I told him that really depended
on the circumstances, that if we were being sexy then he'd almost
certainly have to be out of them but for the moment I was more than
content to enjoy him in them."  He smiled at me again and we went back to
unwrapping, pulling tags and pins and putting all the discarded material
in one of the shopping bags. Mason made no attempt to put more clothes
on, choosing to remain in the bikini briefs and allowing me ample
opportunity to continue to feast my eyes on his body. I knew that I had
the patience of Job but I've gotta say, watching that boy move around
with barely any clothes on and those he did have on enhancing his boyhood
charms, did nothing for my heart or my cock. When he finally left to go
home some thirty minutes later I was almost glad to see him go. I
recognized that I was really getting a thing going for the boy.

Mason didn't show up until after seven the following evening. He was
staying at my house that night because we were leaving for the airport
early the following morning, so he elected to spend the entire day with
his grandmother since he was going to be gone for a week. All of it was
fine with me as I had plenty to occupy my time, including getting Pepper
to the kennel so when the boy finally showed up I ready to rest.

I needed to take a shower as I'd spend time in the gardens and Mason
stated that he probably should as well since he'd done practically the
same thing, mowing his grandmothers lawn and other odd jobs around the
house. Needless to say I offered to share my shower with him and of
course Mason accepted. I smiled to myself as he stripped his jeans and t
shirt off to reveal that he still had on the bikini briefs from the day
before. He commented that he should probably wash them and since I was
doing a load that evening I offered to do that for him as well.

The shower was eventful only in that I got to wash his back, electing to
do his butt cheeks but avoid the more personal cleansing of his asshole.
He did the same for me and we both managed to get the job done without
popping wood. Afterwards I started the laundry, made a huge batch of
nachos and we watched a mindless action flick in my bedroom, that being
the only TV in the house. After switching the laundry over to the dryer,
I was ready for bed by nine fifteen.  I gave Mason a choice of sleeping
in a room of his own or bunking in my king sized bed with me. He didn't
bat an eyelash and chose to sleep with me but didn't seem to inclined to
take off the fresh pair of bikini briefs that he'd donned after our
shower so I left my underwear on as well, climbing into my large bed from
the other side.

There was a very soft light in the room, cast through the gauze of my
curtains from the streetlights outside. We talked, Mason having a slew of
questions about our impending journey together. As we chatted softly, he
had turned to face me, alternating between scrunching a pillow under his
head with his arms around it or propped up on one elbow, or the in
between position of his head propped up on an open hand. Somehow, over
the space of ten minutes, he seemed to have inched closer to me so that
we were only about eighteen inches apart. Since it was a warm June night
we were only covered by a single sheet and that only from our waists down
and of course when he was propped up I was presented with his torso, a
view I doubt that I'd ever get tired of. When he lay on his back, the
sheet bulged nicely right along with him. I was glad that he'd chosen
that style of underwear for while boxers were often more comfortable,
they didn't nothing for those of us who were a little voyeuristic.

"You like the bikini briefs better than boxers," I commented during a
lull in the conversation and after he'd reached down and adjusted himself
over the sheet. He smiled and said that he did.

"They're sort of sexy feelin and I like that part but I know that you
sorta enjoy seeing me in them so that's another reason for wearin em."

"I see," I responded with a smile. "So you like feeling sexy huh?" The
boy shot me a big smile and nodded his head.

"Yeah. I mean it happens a lot to me anyway but lately it seem to happen
more and wearing these underwear seems to makes my stuff seem bigger and
that makes it  even more, what, intense or something."

"Really?" I asked, not all that surprised. I remembered being Mason's age
and the first time I put on a jock strap. Like any boy I was concerned
with the development of my apparatus and wearing the jock the first few
times made it look bigger, which made me feel horny and necessitated my
taking the garment off and jacking off, although sometimes I left it on,
pulling the pouch off to the side and doing the deed that way. Judging
from the amount of pictures I'd seen on the internet as an adult it
seemed as though I wasn't alone in those feelings or that behavior.

"Yeah, like right now, just talking about it makes me get kinda tingly in
my belly and even my balls. Why is that Jon?" He asked as he reached down
and pressed his hands onto the aforementioned bulge. He was lying on his
back so had full access to himself with both hands and didn't seem too
inclined to remove them.  I explained the physiological changes in his
body and how lots of feelings were more intense and when our organs were
restricted like that, pressure seemed to enhance those feelings and that
a lot of men choose their underwear just for that reason

"Just like when you squeeze your cock when it's soft Mason. It feels good
but not nearly as much as when you're hard."

"Like now," he said, pressing and squeezing himself.

"You're hard now?" I asked, knowing full well that he most likely was. He
nodded his head and pulled the sheet down to reveal that the bulge and
changed from being a lump to more of a tubular shape as his cock had
stretched off to the side facing me. He definitely filled them out and
even in the soft light I could see the darker spot in the red cloth that
marked his leakage.

"They look ready to burst Mason," I said quietly, "May I? I asked,
extending my hand toward him. He nodded his head, moved his hands away
from his boyhood charms, and I rested my hand where his had vacated. He
was as hard as any boy ever had been and I allowed myself to gently
squeeze up and down the length of him before cupping his balls and giving
them a little squeeze as well.

"God your hand is so warm Jon. I like it when you touch me like that, it
feels good," he said quietly, his eyes closed as though he were savoring
the moment. "I think I'm ready, you know, for that other thing."

"What's that Mason," I asked in a voice as quiet as his.

"You know, to be sucked. I mean, if you want to, I think I want to try
it." By way of an answer I moved closer then bent down and placed my
mouth over the projection of his hard cock head and breathed out heavily,
enveloping it warm breath. A loud moan from above me told me I was on the
right track. I moved down the shaft doing the same thing, blowing hot air
onto his sensitive flesh and even managed to do his balls.

I took my mouth away and put my hand back, gave his cock some more firm
squeezes then slipped my fingers down inside the waistband of his briefs
and lifted up. Of course his cock, freed from containment, sprung up to
its natural position, head pointing north. I leaned down and licked the
exposed underside of his cock head, eliciting another moan, before I
managed to get sit up and using my other hand pulled the fabric down
while Mason lifted his slim little butt up off the mattress, doing his
part to help the unclothing process. Once the underwear were past his
cheeks he relaxed and I kept my eyes glued to his boyhood pride and joys
as I pushed the red cloth past his knees, his ankles, and tossed the
clothing to the floor.

He really was magnificent to look at. His body was so firm and smooth,
the whiteness from his waist down a contrast to his golden upper body.
His cock rested there, hanging above his flat taut belly as though
defying gravity, his smooth balls giving in to it and hanging low between
equally smooth thighs, their weight giving the impression of acting as a
counter balance to the thick hard cock above them. Small red veins were
clearly visible, running all through his hairless boy bag. His foreskin
was fully retracted, the swollen head almost purple from its tumescence,
the shaft actually moving with each pulse of blood.

I reached over grasped onto the hardened flesh and squeezed it gently
then stroked it a few times, ever amazed as his foreskin slid up over the
head and back down again. The tip of his cock was shiny from leaking
precum and I leaned in and licked it off then proceed to run my tongue
all over the perfectly shaped head. After a lap or two around the silky
textured cap I opened my mouth and took him inside.

I loved putting a boy's cock in my mouth for the first time, especially
so if it was the boy's first time ever. I had been in the position more
than a few times so when Mason gasped and his body went rigid for a
moment I wasn't overly surprised. I held onto the shaft and gently
stroked it while moving my head up and down, taking enough of his hard
young cock into my mouth for the head to bounce off the back of my
throat. After two or three such movements I slid his foreskin up to cover
his cock head and explored it with my tongue, feeling the hole and
putting the tip of my tongue inside, then pulling it up further with my
lips and sort of sucking on the skin. I took it almost completely out of
my mouth and when I slowly pulled the skin back down I slid my tightened
lips just as slowly downward, recovering the head with lips and mouth as
soon as his foreskin uncovered it.

"Oh fuck Jon I'm gonna cum really fast," Mason moaned out. I could see no
problem with that plan so after a few trips pretending that my lips were
a foreskin I went back to sucking and stroking. His breathing was coming
faster, his belly convulsing as his body moved into the last of the pre
sperming stages. And then it there! His body tensed, his cock thickened
in my mouth, he pushed his hips upward as though to stuff every inch of
his teen age cock into the warm confines of my mouth and he cried out,
all of it happening in the blink of an eye and my mouth was flooded with
warm gooey boy sperm.

"Oh God oh shit oh fuck," he moaned as his cock pulsed out jet after jet
of cum which I  did my ever lovin best to swallow as soon as it left his
young body. Mason's body stayed tensed, slightly raised off of the bed,
until after the sixth or seventh pulse then relaxed with a groan. I
stopped the sucking motion and tongue action on his cock head knowing how
sensitive he would be but I kept on stroking, milking his cock for every
last drop of liquid that got stranded in the shaft after the initial
spasms that forced the bulk of his reproductive juices up out of his body
stopped. Finally even that was over and reluctantly I took my mouth away,
although I continued to fondle him, causing him to giggle. Seems that
Mason was one of those boys whose entire groin was sensitive after he
came.

I slid up along side of him, finally letting go of his cock and propped
up on an elbow and looked down at him, my hand gently rubbing his chest.
I just stayed there looking at him, his eyes closed, his breathing still
somewhat rapid, and admired the smooth contours of his fourteen year old
face. I could see the fine mist of hairs that were starting on his upper
lip, still white and barely visible. He opened his eyes and smiled.

"What?" he asked softly.

"I was just thinking how fucking cute you are and how much I'd like to
kiss you," I said softly.

"Then you should Jon. I think I'd like that." I lowered my head and
gently touched my lips to his and we both manipulated our mouths into a
kiss. I wanted more and kept my head there, putting my mouth back against
his after the first kiss, staying longer the second time. He put his arms
around my neck and pulled me back for the third kiss, this time his mouth
was open wider and the pressure he used told me that he too wanted more.
I slipped my hand up under his arm and put my fingers against his smooth
cheek about the same time I pushed my tongue tentatively forward as
though testing the waters. Mason opened his mouth wider and let me in
then pushed his tongue against mine. And then he surprised me.

One minute I was on my side with my head bent down kissing him and in a
flash he pushed me over onto my back and reversed the roles without
breaking the kiss. No sooner was I on my back and I felt his hand
grasping at my cock feeling and squeezing me, stroking my cock through my
underwear. He was breathing heavily, as though he were in a state of
advanced sexual stimulation which seemed unlikely since he'd cum barely
four minutes before that. I was well aware of the recovery time for
teenage boys but this seemed a little out there even for an adolescent.
His cock was still rock hard, its presence against my hip providing that
information. I didn't stop to dwell on it however as his hand seemed to
be trying to get down in side my underwear and he still hadn't broken the
goddamned kiss.

I finally had to stop, not that I wanted to really, but I needed to catch
my breath. And I wanted to be naked. I was a little curious as to just
what Mason had in mind considering how aggressive he was being with my
parts.

"Here let me help you Mason," said, reaching down with my free hand to
get my briefs off. Mason helped with his hand and between us we managed
to free up my cock, which bounded out to greet him like a puppy dog. Once
I was naked the boy's hand went right back to what it was doing,
squeezing, fondling and tugging.

"It's so hard Jon and it feels, I dunno, different somehow than mine
does." He moved down closer to look at the object of his attention then
said, "How do I do this Jon, suck on your cock?" I asked him if he was
sure that was what he wanted to do and he nodded his head.

"Yeah, I really do." I showed him how to cover his teeth and cautioned
him against taking too much at one time or he'd choke.  Since sucking was
his goal that was what he went for. Eventually he'd learn licking and
nuzzling and the myriad of other things one can do to someone's hard cock
but Mason was all about sucking. And that's what he did.

I almost melted when he first engulphed my cock head with his warm mouth,
and I heard myself sigh as I closed my eyes and let my head rest back
onto the pillow. My hand sought out Mason's back and I rubbed it gently,
wanting to have as much body contact between us as possible. The boy did
a credible job for his first time out of the gate. It wasn't the best
blow job I'd ever had but it was from him and that made it a more than
pleasurable experience. He tried to add a little tongue action to my cock
head as he moved his own head back and forth and overall it was okay but
like all new cock suckers his mouth got tired pretty quickly and he
stopped. And like all new cock suckers he wanted to know if he did okay,
asking the question as he moved back up into a position along side of me.

"You did fine baby," I told him then leaned in and kissed him.

"Are you gonna cum now? Do you want me to make you cum?" he asked,
seemingly enthused by the idea of getting me off. The big problem of
course was that it might take awhile if Mason jacked me off. On the other
hand, one never knew so I made a suggestion.

"Sure if you want to. What you might want to do though is use your lips
and mouth on the just head of my cock, otherwise we might be here awhile.
And maybe you could turn around so that I can get my hands on your cock,
sort of maybe help things along." Mason smiled and turned so that we were
in more of a head to toe configuration. His stuff wasn't close enough for
me to suck on but I could look to my hearts content and fondle just as
much. And I did both. For his part Mason took to the task like a duck to
water, or a boy to cock, stroking my hard shaft while his lips were
planted on the tip of my cock. At my end, his balls lay down over his
thigh right in front of my face, his still hard cock sort of pointing
toward the bed, its weight pulling it downward. I reached up and took
hold of him and slowly stroked and squeezed him then moved my head
forward and took in the light aroma of boy before I kissed the smooth
eggs.

Balls are a turn on for me, especially teenage boy's balls. Dunno what
that's about, I just accept that it's one of my stimulants. I let my lips
nuzzle the soft skin of his bag kind of like a horse taking a sugar cube.
I kissed them, I licked on them, I just lay my face against them. At the
other end my own balls started tingling.

"It's close Mason, I'm close," I told him and it seemed to give the boy
an extra boost of energy for he gripped me tighter, stroked a little
faster. I was a little surprised at how fast I'd gotten there. When he
began using his tongue on the tip of my cock head it took me to where we
both wanted me to go.

"There it is baby," I blurted out, "I'm gonna.." and I groaned as my
sperm left the warm confines of my balls, mixed with semen and other
liquids and began racing up my shaft. I felt Mason's lips leave my cock
head just in time; felt the exquisite feeling of orgasm as the first jet
of warm cum left my cock. Mason had been lying with his jacking arm
across my belly, his upper torso resting sort of on my stomach but mostly
against my rib cage. When I came, I turned my attention in the direction
of the action just in time to see a glob of white arc over his upper arm
and land on my belly. That was followed by three more squirts just like
it but that didn't have the power so didn't quite make the distance and
landed on his arm and his triceps and sort of draping down along the back
side of it almost like a white gooey arm band. Mason kept stroking and I
kept cumming and where it was all going I didn't know and couldn't
possibly care. After the first shot I put my mouth back against his young
balls and breathed deeply, the fragrance of healthy young teenage boy and
the feel of his testicles on my lips enhancing my sperming.

As usual it was over too fast and while I relaxed on the bed Mason turned
and sat up.

"Man you shot out all over the place Jon," he said, obviously impressed
with my performance. He looked back over his shoulder, turning his arm in
order to see my offering stuck to his body. I told him to grab my
underwear off the floor and we'd use that to clean up the mess. He did as
I asked, cleaning himself first and then me, tenderly wiping the cooling
goo from my belly and pubic hair. It was then that I noticed a tiny
little spot of white on his cheek, realizing that he barely got out of
the way in time. I reached up and wiped it from him then pulled him down
for a kiss. The boy offered up no resistance what so ever in fact
embraced the act with enthusiasm.

"So Mason, what's going on," I asked after we broke the kiss and he lay
down next to me, cuddled in one arm with his hand resting on my chest.
"You seem to almost attack me there for a moment."  He chuckled a little
then said,

"I'm not sure exactly Jon. It's just that somewhere in that kiss I
realized that was what I wanted, to be sexy with you. I've liked looking
at your cock and stuff and wondered what it would feel like to touch you
and I've even beat off at home thinking about it. All of a sudden I was
just so hot for it, which is kinda strange since I usually don't feel
real sexy after I cum. I guess what was is that I sort of gave myself
permission to be with you like that and once I figured out that it was
okay it was like I couldn't get enough of you. It seemed like I'd wanted
to touch you all along and then I could and I couldn't wait. It's like
being hungry all day then finally getting all the food you wanted." I
could feel his cock resting against me, still rock hard and wondered
aloud if he wanted to do something about that. He did so we moved apart
and I sat up against my headboard and had Mason straddle me belly. All of
his lovely stuff was right in front of my face so I pulled his cock down
and took him into my mouth. I stroked him one hand and fondled his balls
with the other, gently tugging on the young sperm makers. It didn't take
long before he was fucking me, moving his waist to and fro, fucking his
cock into my mouth. I moved my hands to his butt and held on to the
fleshy orbs and encouraged him, all the while kneading the cheeks and
trailing a finger up and down his crack.

"Oh god Jon that feel so good what you're doing to me," he moaned above
me. He held onto my head, gently kneading his fingers into my hair and
scalp and holding my head in place for his cock. As I stroked and he
fucked, his foreskin would slide up over his cock head and as it slid
back I worked the tip of the head with my tongue. It didn't take long
before the boy reached his peak and as usual there was little warning
before he came. I heard an "Oohhh," then it happened and once again his
adolescent body was giving up the juice of life and like the last time I
swallowed every drop like a greedy dog at dinner time. Funny the eating
analogy's that I seem bent on using here. Once again it was over too soon
and he collapsed on the bed next to me, offering me another kiss before
he lay down.

"Gosh I love that so much. I mean I've always like cumming just like any
other guy but it sure is a lot more fun and more intense with somebody
else helping out." I agreed with him then asked,

"So do you think that you want to continue being together like this
Mason?" He nodded his head.

"Yeah, I do Jon. I love being with you, you're so awesome and patient and
stuff. I want to learn more stuff, as long as we go slow though, if
that's okay."

"It's more than okay Mason, we can go as fast or as slow as you like and
since we're going to be sleeping together for the next eight days I guess
we'll have plenty of opportunity to try out whatever you want." The boy
snuggled into me even closer, hugging me even tighter.

"Oh man Jon this is gonna be so fun a trip," he said with a yawn then lay
quietly in my arms.

"Indeed it was," I thought to myself as I started to drift off.

"I like it when you call me baby," he mumbled, the words barely audible.
"I like being your baby." That was the last I heard until the alarm went
off at five forty five the next morning.