Date: Sun, 2 Sep 2007 19:11:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: Galen's Notorious Bulge

This story is inspired by a boy that I actually know. I've described him
exactly as he is. That is the only thing that's true about this story.
Not only is nothing else true about it, other than the author's note
toward the end, I have no intention of trying to make it come true. So,
keeping that in mind please enjoy the story for what it is, a story and
as always, N-Joi
Hugs
Tag_m



We'd elected to buy the house from my family since no one wanted to see
it go outside the family and my brother and sisters already owned their
own homes. So, my partner and I sold our townhouse in San Francisco and
moved to the outskirts of the Portland area and bought the house and six
and a half acres for a mere four hundred and sixty five thousand dollars.

We'd purchased the run down old building in San Francisco with another
couple for virtually pennies on the dollar. We'd done some needed repairs
then sold off most of the units, and took the next twelve years to
restore our huge open three bedroom unit on the top floor doing a great
deal of the work ourselves. Sweat equity; I loved it and so did Xionel.
My partner's name is pronounced as though it had a Z instead of an X at
the front and generally went by the nickname Xi or Zi. Anyway, it was a
good thing we didn't mind sweat equity because we were going to go
through it all again.

This time though the house was in the country or what had been solid
country ten years before. It was the largest plot of land in an area that
had been sold off in three quarter acre plots over the previous ten years
or so. It was still country, the property being at the end of a long
private road, and although not packed the houses were now closer
together. Fortunately most of the properties still had a large amount of
trees and ours led the pack. My father had planted a fifteen foot deep
row of Cedar trees around the entire perimeter so now, forty years later
it provided an almost impenetrable wall of privacy. If that weren't
enough, later on he'd fenced the entire inside with six strands of barbed
wire in a successful effort at keeping their Siberian huskies inside.

The house was a two story four bedroom three bathroom country home with
covered decking around most of it. An attached two car garage an large
shop area sat at one end. Initially the rock garden's had flourished with
hundreds of flowers that my siblings and I had spend countless hours
weeding and complaining about it. A three foot wide irrigation ditch ran
right through the middle of the property and along side the house
providing a lovely relaxing tinkling sound as it poured over the rocks
that covered the floor of the ditch.

My father had been dead for over twenty years and my brother had helped
mom out with the yard work but it was a daunting job at best and so
eventually things fell into disrepair. After mom died it only got worse
so that when we bought it the job seemed almost impossible. Xi and I both
figured it to be a three to four year project at best which was fine
except that this time most of the job would lie at my feet.

My partner was a well sought after international business consultant
whose specialty was the Asian market and required him to travel almost
seven months out of the year. His language skills, he spoke six fluently,
as well as his family contacts put him into the half million dollar a
year bracket. Needless to say his money along with the four million we
put in the bank after selling the townhouse allowed me to stop working at
the ripe age of forty four and I did it with a smile on my face. I'd put
in my twenty years as a consultant, made a bundle of money and was ready
to become a country gentleman, sort of, and my partner supported me in
that decision. There was one other consideration however and that was the
accident.

About the sixth year in the townhouse a large wooden beam had fallen and
I was within striking range. It crashed into my right side, shattering my
forearm and wrist as well as right leg and foot. I'd had numerous
surgeries to fix things but still set off metal detectors. Now, six years
later and lots of physical therapy, I still didn't have nearly the
strength in my right arm that I'd had and arthritis had set in the wrist
ankle and foot. Not working, no matter how physically easy it might seem,
looked pretty good to me. And it lent itself as part of the reason we
hired people. There was some stuff I simply couldn't accomplish or,
accomplish without pain.

Since Xi was gone on business trips for weeks at a time we decided that
hiring a yard boy to help with the work would be a good idea. As we'd
done in San Francisco, we elected to look for a high school student to do
most of the grunt work. They generally worked cheap, could use the money,
didn't mind the scattered hours and were often pleasing to look at and
for a lover of teenaged boys like myself, well, it was a no brainer. Over
the years we'd had some hot looking youngsters work for us and more than
one that shared our bed; or my bed specifically as my partner preferred
older men and was monogamous but graciously allowed me a dalliance now
and again as long as I followed certain rules of engagement that we'd
agreed upon long ago.

So it was that I was at the local mini-mart and asked Matt, the regular
checker who was also gay, if he knew of any local boy's that did odd
jobs. He said that there was one particular young man that he knew of
whose card should be posted on the local bulletin board on the wall by
the door.

"Odd name," he told me, adding with a leer, "and apparently.gifted." I
scanned the board and found a 3x5 card advertising stating that a high
school boy would do any odd jobs. There was a number that said to call
Galen. I asked Matt if that was who he was thinking of and he nodded his
head. "That's the one alrighty." I called the number later that night,
told the person who answered what I was calling for and he said that he
would leave a message for Galen and thanked me for calling. Three days
later I was considering looking elsewhere when I got his return call.

"May I speak with Justin please?" The voice was soft but confident and
had the deepness of a boy becoming a man.

"Depends on who's calling," I responded and he laughed.

"This is Galen, someone called about having yard work done."

"Ahh yes Galen, thank you for calling." We talked a few minutes and ended
by having him come over to the house that evening to see what was needed
and discuss the other considerations.  I was in the house when Xi, who
was puttering out front, called on my cell phone to let me know that
Galen was there so I headed out through the mud room and then the garage
to meet him.

He was fifteen feet away when we saw each other and we both smiled albeit
for very different reasons. I'd seen this kid around our small community;
places like Safeway, Schuck's, and the like. I remembered him well for in
those brief encounters in passing I'd noticed the large bulge in his
jeans.

After reading his advertisement I had been concerned about his age,
sixteen, and whether or not he'd have the upper body strength to do the
wood splitting, one of the major chores that had to get done before
winter. As a kid we used to use the fireplace as auxiliary heat but since
we put in a new heating and air con system we planned to use it more for
ambience during the colder months. In any case I had some hellishly big
ass rounds that needed to be taken down to size. I needn't have worried.
The boy coming toward me had biceps, forearms and shoulders that said he
was used to hard work. The chest beneath the old but somewhat tight t-
shirt seemed to back that up. I was sure the kid could swing an axe or a
maul with no problem. I say tight t-shit but that was only the upper body
for the boy narrowed down considerably at the waist so the shirt was
actually loose at the waist of his old and faded 501's.

When we shook hands he didn't attempt to do the grip thing but was
gentle, which surprised me. Galen was almost exactly my height, five
seven and an inch. His dark brown hair was cut short, no more than an
inch or so long, the seemingly thick collection of protein strands lying
close to his head. His smile was incredible, the kind that comes from a
clear conscious and a good heart, which I would soon find was altogether
true. His skin tone, a nice summer brown, indicated to me that he was an
outdoor boy, that inside pursuits such as TV or gaming weren't of
particular interest and I would find that to be true as well. His face
was smooth; blemish and hair free and his gray eyes twinkled when he
smiled.

Overall Galen was a very cute boy but not in any way model cute. Galen
was cute in the innocent, wholesome, country boy sort of way cute if that
makes any sense. Close up and not moving I verified that the boy appeared
to be hung very nicely. During our conversation later I had an
opportunity to glance down at his package which of course almost every
gay man has an obligation to do. The kid had a bulge that verged on
massive, and strained at the fabric of his jeans.

There are bulges and there are bulges. Galen's wasn't the kind that just
poked out a little in the front either at the top of the zipper or in the
middle. Nor was it the kind of bulge created by a hanging cock. It wasn't
the sort of bulge that kind of gave the impression of the owner wearing
an athletic cup and giving off that sort of pushed out bulge and it
wasn't the kind that outlined its owner's boyhood pride and joy. No,
Galen's bulge was a mass that sat toward the base of the fly of jeans and
toward the right side, pushing the fabric out as well as downward. It
wasn't because the jeans were tight to begin with either rather it gave
the impression of something very large at rest, nestled in the confines
of the boy's briefs. I managed a glance or two during the time we talked
and figured the kid would most definitely be above average, maybe way
above average and I also figured that getting a hard on inside those
jeans would create a great deal of pain for the cute young teen as that
cock wouldn't have much room to expand freely.

We talked about what I'd need and when I asked about the money he said
that what ever I wanted to pay was fine with him. I shook my head.

"No, no, no Galen, never sell yourself short," I informed him with a
smile that he returned.

"Well how about minimum wage, eight fifty; that would be fine."

"I was thinking more along the lines of ten dollars an hour. You're gonna
do some hard work and from what I hear, you're a hard worker so I have no
doubt that I'll get my money's worth." The boy's eye's smiled along with
the rest of his face. This was way more than he bargained for. We
discussed some time frames that he could work around, shook hands again
and he headed toward his truck. I couldn't help but stare at his butt, a
delicious mound that projected outward from what had to be barely a
thirty inch waist. I didn't start any plans to bed the kid, I didn't do
that, but I sure as hell thought about the possibilities.

"He's a rather hot little thing" Xi said as Galen drove away and I
heartily agreed with my lover. Even though he wasn't attracted to
adolescent boys my partner could still appreciate them.

"That he is," I said wistfully, "that he most definitely is."

Over the next few weeks Galen and I worked side by side at a variety of
tasks. I found him to be a friendly, engaging and open boy. He was never
in a bad or down mood but always ready to smile which he did often. I
found him to be an intelligent young man as well with a variety of
interests and a seemingly open attitude and desire to learn more. While I
didn't ask, from the very beginning I imagined him to be of a religious
family as he never cursed, nor did he ever speak ill of anyone. He was
the most optimistic, genial, and seemingly well balanced boy I'd probably
ever met.

Over those weeks I'd had plenty of opportunity to observe the boy without
his knowing it and all of my early assessments were proving true. He had
an ass to die for, the globes seeming firm and muscular. Watching his
biceps and forearms move as he worked was like artwork in motion. And
then there was the bulge. Galen's bulge never diminished; in fact in some
jeans it seemed even larger. And unlike some boy's bulges, there wasn't a
delineation between his cock and his balls; the mass was just exactly
that, a mass, a large mass.

In those first weeks Galen never worked with his shirt off so it was some
time before I finally got to gaze on what I would discover to be an
incredible body. I did however get some glimpses of what his clothing was
keeping hidden from view. There were times when he'd have to reach up,
dragging his t-shirt hem up and giving off a shot of his flat and muscled
belly. Other times, when he bent over or squatted down, I discovered that
he seemed to favor briefs and on more than one occasion I discovered that
the boy was going commando so I was rewarded with an inch or two of
delicious boy crack.

Galen never talked about girls or sex and I was beginning to wonder if
the boy was a normal red blooded teenager although I never had any reason
to suspect that he wasn't. He did talk about sports, notably swimming and
wrestling, and I made a point to attend every match the boy would ever be
in for the rest of his life. When we were out away from the house and
needed to relieve ourselves we both simply wandered away from where we
were working and went. Like me, Galen seemed to be one of those boys that
unsnapped and unzipped in order to have easy and unobstructed access to
the spout. It was during what I supposed was one of those moments that I
discovered that my yard boy was indeed a red blooded teenage boy.
Although it seemed at first that he was pissing, he wasn't.

Galen had access to the property at any time he chose to be there outside
of the hours when I actually needed his help for a specific project. On
more than one occasion I came home to find the boy there and going about
the chores set out for him. On this particular day I went into the house
and grabbed a couple of Thomas Kemper sodas, Black Cherry for Galen and
Vanilla Cream for me, and headed out to find him as I didn't see him in
the immediate vicinity. We had been working on a project in one of the
more secluded garden areas so it was there that I headed. I could have
called out to him but didn't. Honestly I had hoped to catch in some sort
of atypical Galen behavior. I did.

I was walking on the recently uncovered flagstone walkway, being
purposefully quiet, and came around a bushy corner to see the boy
standing off to a side. His back was to me but it was clear that he was
jacking off. Good for him, a little sperming in the great outdoors, and
what guy over the age of twelve hasn't done that. His t-shirt was pulled
up slightly revealing the skin at his lower back. His head was sort of
relaxed back, his right arm moving in the ages old and easily identified
motion. His left hand was down the back of his jeans and seeming to be
rubbing on his butt cheek but as I watched it moved forward and began
paying attention to his balls. I heard him groan then his head dropped
forward, I assumed to watch the fireworks, then rolled backwards again.
He seemed to gyrate his narrow hips, moving them forward slightly as
though fucking the air. I smiled to myself, wishing to hell I'd been in
front of him but happy for what I did get, seeing the adorable boy in the
midst of a very private moment.

His arm finally slowed and I could tell that he was milking his stiff
cock so I stepped back around the corner about ten feet and called out
his name. I waited for a five count then continued on just as he
acknowledged verbally that he was there. As I came around the corner he
was turning back toward me, his clothing back in place. Well mostly. The
mass was stretched out to the right side and I could easily see that it
almost reached the high point of his hip. Fuck the kid was hung like a
stud horse.

"Here ya go," I said with a smile as I handed him the soda. The
expression on his face was one I hadn't seen before which I could
understand but I didn't say anything. He mumbled a thanks and I set my
soda down then walked over close to where he'd been standing.

"Oh man I gotta pee," I said. I undid things and kept my head pointed
down at my crotch as so many guys do but let my eyes roam the area. I
spied parts of his boy honey on the ground, one streak at least three
feet from where he had been standing. The white of his sperm stood out in
contrast to the area around it and from I could tell it seemed that my
yard boy produced a fair amount of liquid. I looked over my shoulder in a
casual way and asked how the project was coming and he said it was fine
although his voice seemed a little deeper than usual and also subdued.
Once again I smiled to myself.

We didn't work much longer and headed back to the house where I invited
Galen inside for another soda and snack. He'd been rather quiet since the
incident and so declined my offer which was a bit unusual so I commented
on it and asked him what was going on. It was a testament to Galen's
honesty and openness that he came right out and told me.

"I'm sorry for what I did out there Justin," he said in a soft voice, his
eyes looking at his size ten and half shoe. "I didn't mean for that to
happen. I shouldn't have disrespected you like that." Ooohhh boy did this
kid have a lot to learn.

"Okay first off Galen, expressing yourself sexually would never under any
circumstances be disrespecting me and there's no reason to apologize as
far as I'm concerned. Secondly, and I know this is hard to believe, but I
was a boy once upon a time and as a man I still understand the urge to
gain release, sometimes at the oddest times and in the oddest places." He
looked up me then with a look of curiosity in his beautiful grey eyes.

"Galen, I've done just what you did all over this property since I was
able to ejaculate. I've dumped more juice on these grounds than you can
possibly imagine, the most recent being three days ago." He really looked
at me strange. "What, you think adult men don't squeeze the weasel too?
It's not limited to boys by any means at all." He laughed finally then
said,

"No but you're with Xi why would you need to do that?"

"Being in a relationship has never stopped any male from masturbating
Galen. Besides sometimes he's not right there when the need or urge
strikes. At the risk of disrespecting you I'm sure that your father still
relieves himself in that way from time to time." At that the boy got a
very distasteful look on his face.

"I don't even want to contemplate that," and he shivered slightly. I
laughed.

"The point is Galen that masturbation is the most important, common, and
meaningful private experience that males over the age of twelve engage in
most of their lives. Been that way since time began and it isn't going to
change anytime soon."

"Okay," he finally said, "but still, nobody's ever seen me do that before
and it's embarrassing. I mean, I know you saw my stuff on the ground."

"Galen, I'm a gay man, sperm is a thing of beauty to me, okay." That got
another laugh out of the boy. "So are you telling me that you've never
done that with another boy, jacked off I mean." Another curious look
caused his brows to furrow and he shook his head.

"No, why would I do that, I'm not gay." I smiled and explained the facts
and reality of boy play and mutual sexual encounters of the various kind
and the fact that gay had nothing to do with it. Boys were boys and
teenage boys were horny little things and I ended by telling him he'd be
amazed at what some boys will do when they're in a fog of hotness. He
just shook his head in amazement.

A little more discussion revealed that he'd never had a sex education
class. He'd been in a Christian school until age fourteen and then went
to public school by which age sex ed was no longer taught. When I asked
him about the typical father son lecture or the guy talk that always
takes place among boys he shook his head. Essentially the kid knew very
little about his body or the facts of life. He knew the basics of course
but beyond that he was very uneducated and naive.

"Okay look. You're almost seventeen years old Galen and there appears to
be a great deal about life that you don't know about or understand, a
great deal of it natural and normal stuff. I'd rather you not grow up to
be
an ignorant conservative extremist that denies anything and everything.
So here's the deal. Crazy as this may seem, if you have questions at all
about anything at any time you have my permission to ask, in fact I
encourage you to do so. I will never laugh at you, tease you, or think
you're weird. Again, I've been gay all my life and sexually active since
I was thirteen and I learned about sex at the hand, well and mouth, of a
college boy. No matter what it is, I've most likely been there and done
that and I've got the t-shirt to prove it." He laughed and shook his head
again.

"I dunno, I mean, you saw my stuff out there," he said nodding his head
in that direction.

"Well if it'll make you feel better I'll walk over there and jack off on
the lawn and you check it out." He laughed again.

"Why would I want to check out another guys sperm?"

"Because you're a boy and teenage boys are very curious about anything
and everything to do with sex. You probably wonder if you're the only boy
in the world who jacks off. You're not. You probably worry that doing it
five times a week or more is wrong and you're sick. You aren't. You
probably wonder if you're the only boy who bones up in English class for
no reason at all or puts a sock on his hard dick and humps his pillow in
the dark of night until you cum or jacks off in the shower because it
feels great and besides, like the sock thing, it's easy clean up." He was
looking at me like I was a mind reader or something.

"Tell me that you haven't glanced at other boys in the shower at school
to see how you compare to them." The boy got very flushed which was quite
cute, his eyes back looking at his shoes. "That's perfectly natural
Galen, all boys do it and often times men too, they just don't admit it.
It's sort of important to us to see how we, you should pardon the
expression, stand up to the next guy."  He chuckled again.

"Yeah I've done that," he admitted then added, "I'm sure glad I don't
have a tiny one like some boys." I nodded my head.

"Yeah, well there's little doubt about that." I got the curious look
again and once again I sighed, deciding to take a huge risk.

"Can I be perfectly candid with you Galen?" He nodded his head so I
plunged on. "Okay, yeah, I've checked you out and," I nodded toward the
notorious bulge, "that's a pretty clear indication that you're not small
by any means." He had another strange look so took another plunge, put a
big smile on my face and said,

"And you got a dynamite butt too." He laughed out loud and shook his cute
little head again.

"I suppose I should be flattered huh?" I nodded my head then said,

"Look, you're a good looking boy in the prime of adolescence. People of
both sexes and of all ages are going to check you out so you may as well
get used to it. He was quiet a moment and I let him be until finally he
said,

"You know a lot of stuff Justin and you're right I have been curious
about a bunch of stuff. Maybe I'll take you up on your offer and ask
about things." I nodded my head, we talked a little more then he said he
had to get home. We shook hands.

"Thanks Justin. I really mean it." I knew he did. He started to walk
toward his truck and I watched his delicious ass. He stopped a moment and
looked back over his shoulder and down at the glorious glutes. "Do I
really have a nice butt?" I smiled and nodded my head.

"Oh my God you have no idea." He smiled and thanked me again and waved as
he headed out the circular drive.

After that Galen was almost like a different boy. It was like we'd become
best buddies. Until that time there had been little to no physical
contact between us but Galen changed that, initiating it in a variety of
simple and normal ways that boys engage in. And the questions finally
came; typical, varied and sometimes unannounced and in doing so he took
on the casual terminology and forgot the technical.

"Do most boys taste their cum? Why do I shoot real far sometimes and
other times I don't? Are everyone's nuts so sensitive? Why do I squirt
fast sometimes and other times it takes forever?" "What's tea bagging?" I
answered every question to the best of my ability and knowledge. We
covered the topic of fingers up the butt as well and once again the boy
blushed like crazy when he admitted that he'd done it and even more so
when he admitted that the feelings had been incredible. He laughed when I
told him the area was as much for recreational use as it was a waste
elimination plant then went on to explain his prostate.

Galen also gave up the t-shirt from time to time. The first time I gazed
over his body in that state I felt faint. The kid was ripped and
everything I had imagined. Well defined from neck to pubic bone, the boy
had muscles not often found on boys of any age and few adults that
weren't gym rats. His pecs were well formed, the requisite creases
between and beneath them, deep. His belly was rippled from his abs and
his lower belly was so taut that I figured I could actually manage to get
a finger down the crease of his hips and pubic bone between his jeans and
his bronzed flesh. Galen's boyhood pride and joy was so heavy that the
waistband of his jeans didn't go straight across his belly from hip to
hip but was dragged down, dipping a good three inches lower than most
boys would have. That was no mean feat considering he didn't wear the
saggy baggy jeans that so many boys favored.

"My God you're incredible," I said in open admiration the first time and
after that I swear that on more than one occasion the boy kept his shirt
off just for me.

Needless to say we covered the gay thing and just about every aspect
possible of it from "how did you know and why don't you seem gay," to
"doesn't it hurt when." with a considerable amount of time spent on blow
jobs. It was all pretty typical boy stuff. He was a little surprised when
I told him that even many straight men almost preferred oral sex to
actual intercourse. He smiled when I told him that most guys had
fantasies of just laying back and doing nothing while they got worked on.
Also was the fact that the mouth and tongue created a whole lot more
sensations than simply moving your penis in and out of some hole. Then
there the fact that mouths and lips could often exert more pressure than
the vagina did not to mention that while getting one's penis sucked on,
with any luck at all a boy could get his balls played with too.

"Overall it's a winning combination which is why so many teenage boys do
it with each other, especially straight boys." He blushed when he
admitted that getting sucked was one of his primary fantasies too and I
nodded my head in understanding. At no time did I ever make sexual
innuendos or overtures toward Galen rightfully figuring that if he was
interested he'd let me know. Okay, well the sexual innuendo thing did
happen once.

It was the last week of August and Galen would be going back to school.
He'd done a fantastic job, much of the stuff I couldn't have done without
his help. When I paid him on Friday he was shocked at the extra fifty
dollars.

"I like to reward people when they do good work Galen and you're the best
worker I've ever had. I'd give you a blow if I thought you'd sit still
for it but since that ain't gonna happen then it's the money." He smiled
then asked if that was the going price for a blow job and I roared with
laughter. He was headed out to his truck but stopped and looked at me and
said,

"And I wouldn't be so sure of myself if I were you." While very surprised
I didn't skip a beat.

"Yeah well, you let me know when you're ready hot boy," I retorted and he
pointed an arm with extended index finger in the manner that said "you
can bet on it."  I was under no illusion at that time or any other that
Galen participating in any activity even remotely connected to sex was
rated at the bottom of the list of possibilities in the world at least in
my opinion. It was even listed lower than the second coming of Christ and
hell freezing over.


***********************************AUTHORS
NOTE*************************************
Dick size of boys: Some guys don't believe that teenage boys can be hung
like adults, sometimes as early as thirteen or fourteen. Most guys don't
understand that it's not unusual for boys to reach sexual maturity by age
fifteen. When I was at UCLA I discovered, after almost a year of rooming
together, that my adorable roommate was thusly hung. Kerry measured out
at 9.4 inches long, a length he told me he'd achieved before he was
fifteen. Incredible as it may seem, he has six brothers the youngest of
which was seventeen at the time, all of which are equally endowed and all
of whom reached maturity in the same time frame as Kerry. I got to
witness that for myself in our sophomore year when he invited me to the
boys annual Memorial Day skinny dip party at their parents home in
Beverly Hills. It was something the boys had done for years when their
parents were on vacation, a couple of first cousins also joining in the
party. Wives and girlfriends were not allowed but it wasn't a gay thing
by any means; just boys getting together. I felt like I was in the snake
house at the San Diego zoo for even the cousins were well hung and they
made me feel small despite my own seven and a half inches. In addition a
friend of mine is a probation officer and part of his job is monitoring
urine testing of the boys on his case load. He confirmed having seen
plenty of well endowed young teens including a thirteen year old that he
swears had to be ten inches long. And the kid was white. Are big cocked
teenaged boys common? No, but they're not a rarity either although in the
black population it's been proven to be more common.
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It was mid October. Xi was in China on business having to do with the
upcoming Olympics. The weather had turned pretty cold all of a sudden and
over the past ten days we'd had bouts of heavy rain. I'd even started
using the fireplace. Galen and I had worked for a couple of hours that
Saturday but the weather was threatening to go to shit soon so we quit.
Galen was headed home and I had gone in the house for some reason or
another and ten minutes later the deluge hit. After five minutes of
downpour that I could barely see ten feet into I headed out to close the
driveway gates and the garage doors. I was surprised to see Galen still
there and bend over with his upper body under the hood of his truck and
fiddling around with the engine.

This was not a rare occurrence and in fact I'd offered to loan him the
money for an engine rebuild or even a new motor. I'd even offered to co-
sign a loan for him to get something newer, knowing the boy would never
miss a payment. Especially since I was paying him enough to make a fair
sized payment. So there he was, drenched to the goddamned bone. I swear
his asshole must have been wet cuz water was literally dripping from him.

"Galen," I yelled through the noise. He turned and looked at me and I
waved at him. "Get your soaking wet ass in here," I yelled. He looked
into the engine compartment then back out and closed the hood and headed
to the garage.

"Come with me," I commanded and we went into the mud room where he stood
shivering. It's really the laundry room as well and almost the size of a
large bedroom. Amongst everything else it had a three quarter bath so we
didn't have to traipse unwanted stuff through the house. I pulled one of
the knee length bathrobes from a closet where we kept them for such
occasions and handed it to him then pointing to the bathroom said,

"Get in there and get out of those clothes then take a hot shower and
come into the kitchen." He nodded his head and turned to go. "And hand me
out those wet clothes before you get in the shower." He did and I tossed
them into the dryer shoes and all then went into the kitchen to make some
hot chocolate. Ten minutes later he came out, arms across his belly so
that it seemed as though his hands were keeping his boyhood pride and joy
from flopping around or poking out as he walked. I also got my first
glimpse of his legs; muscular with a medium sized growth of black hair
that was beginning to curl. I held out the sixteen ounce mug of steaming
hot chocolate and invited him into the living room where a fire was
roaring. He stood close to the fire for a bit while I dropped into one of
two overstuffed arm chairs and sat my chocolate on the small table that
sat between the two.

We remained quiet for a few minutes, something that both Galen and I were
more than comfortable with. He finally spoke. In an earlier time he would
have apologized for putting me out but we'd grown close enough that he
knew it wasn't a burden in the least and in fact was something he would
do if the roles were reversed.

"I guess I should get the motor fixed," he said with resignation in his
voice.  I agreed with him and we talked about what it would mean, what
would have to be done about it and of course, the cost and as always the
boy was upbeat.

"You know I made you an offer this summer and I'll stick by it. I'm
serious about you buying something else." He said he knew that but was
worried what would happen if he couldn't pay the loan. I told him that
was unlikely but I also had the choice of buying something outright and
having him pay me back but that my thinking was that going through a bank
would help him start to establish credit. He acknowledged what I said
telling me he'd been thinking about it alot. He was quiet a moment then
set his chocolate down on the table.

"You know I been thinking about something else a lot too Justin." I
nodded my head, no idea what was coming. "You told me to tell you when I
was ready." A light bulb went off in my head as the boy stood about five
feet of me. "I'm ready." I looked into his eyes, tinkling perhaps in
anticipation. I knew that he knew exactly what he was doing but I asked
anyway.

"You sure about this Galen?" He nodded his head and said he was very
sure. I signaled for him to come closer which he did. I reached up and
pulled the waist cord of the bathrobe then opened it all the way. I'd a
sworn that I was looking at one of Kerry's family members.

Hanging in front of my face was easily nine inches of thick flesh. The
head seemed as large as a small apple and hung a good four or more inches
lower than his balls which were still mostly a wrinkled sac closer to his
body. His lower belly, flat but muscled, sloped beautifully into a thick
nest of tightly curled black hair. Restricted mostly to the base of his
magnificent cock, it had not yet encroached into the deep creases between
hips and pubic bone. His balls, medium to large size eggs were also
covered with a smattering of black hair.

"My God Galen what a magnificent specimen of young manhood you are," I
all but gasped out. It looked as though the snake like penis was already
beginning its rise to glory so I reached out and took it in both hands
and squeezed on it, it's hunky owner gasping as his virginal young body
was touched sexually for the first time. I continued to fondle the boy
with one hand while the other hand moved south and thoroughly explored
his sperm makers and elicited yet another sharp intake of breath. I got
the boy about half way hard then took the fat, swelling head into my
mouth and tasted the richness of him for the first time. I explored him
with my tongue for a half minute then asked if he would be more
comfortable in the chair or lying down.

"Lying down I think. Maybe here on the carpet," he nodded at the large
area rug that we were on. I let go of him and slid out of my chair as
Galen lay prone on the thick rug and spread his legs open, his cock
smacking his belly then lying still. I lay down along side of him and
took hold of the fully stiffened shaft, squeezed up and down its length
testing the feel and strength of it. God the kid was big. I draped myself
across his belly, held him upright and again licked all over the head
before taking him into my mouth and this time adding a whole bunch of the
shaft.

I'd had plenty of practice sucking on a big cock thanks to Kerry who was
bi and also shared a love of younger teenaged boys. During our four years
rooming together we'd both smuggled more than one lad into our bottom
floor corner room and shared him, always to the boy's infinite delight.
In fact, I can remember one time. but I digress. In any case Kerry and I
had happily serviced one another which included fucking and I have to say
that having his cock shoved up my ass was definitely a mystical
experience.

"Oooh gosh," Galen moaned as his fat cock head was caught by my throat
muscles and squeezed. I let my hand move down to play with his balls and
got another moan. I kept my eyes open the entire time, taking in the
sight of him in the event that this was the only time I'd see the boy
naked. He was without a doubt a perfect boy.

His breathing became more rapid and I knew that his sperm out was close
at hand. I moved my hand up and stroked his thick cock as I suckled him
but also moved off of his belly. I wanted to see him cum, to watch his
body and his smooth young face as it went through what would have to be
the most intense sexual experience of his life. I wanted to watch his
young balls give up their nectar, wanted to see how much cum he'd make
and far the boy could shoot. Of course his goddamned dick reached half
way to his neck so a face shot wasn't the least bit out of the question.
I wasn't disappointed.

"Oh man Justin I'm gonna squirt," Galen groaned and a second later his
cock swelled in my hand and he arched his back, his slender ass up off
the carpet which I'm sure helped gain more distance. I watched, all but
mesmerized as his cock erupted and jet after ropy jet of white goo shot
out onto his body, all except the first one went over his shoulder, half
of it hanging on his collar bone. The rest of them, some seven total,
splattered his neck, chest, nipples and upper belly before the shooting
stopped and the oozing began. He'd already relaxed back onto the carpet
and was breathing like a marathon runner. I continued to slowly stroke
him, milking the last bit of sperm from the thick tube and keeping some
of the afterglow feelings going for the kid.

I finally stopped and let go of him, reluctantly I admit and told him not
to move. I got up and went to the closest bathroom and returned a moment
later with a very warm wet washcloth and proceed to clean the boy up. He
almost purred from the attention especially when I rewet the cloth and
did his still fully hard cock and balls, that latter which has loosened
from the heat of the fireplace and were hanging admirably between his
smooth thighs.

"So was the experience everything that you expected?" I asked sitting
next to where he continued to lay naked on the floor. He smiled at me.

"It was more than I expected. Thank you Justin," he said softly. When I
asked if he thought he'd have any negative feelings about it he shook his
and told me that he'd given it a great deal of thought and knew full well
what he was doing and why.

"Okay, well I'll tell you what. It was great for me as well. If at any
time in the future you want to play just let me know, as long as Xi isn't
at home that is. That's one of the rules that he and I put in place. And
if you want to try some other things all you gotta do is ask, I promise I
won't refuse you." In making that offer I knew that Galen wouldn't abuse
it in fact I was in doubt at to whether he'd even use it. Of course I
doubted that he would have done what we had just done too so obviously my
judgment wasn't always sound.

"So if I'm feeling a little adventuresome some night, and it's not real
late, I can call and come over?" I nodded my head and told him I usually
went to bed around ten so he could judge things from there. He looked
down at his cock, felt the throbbingly rigid flesh then looked outside at
the ongoing deluge and said with his beaming smile,

"Well, how about right now?"