Date: Tue, 8 Mar 2005 22:32:34 -0800
From: Kevin Harness <kevroc54321@tns.net>
Subject: Hands On My Heart, Part 1

Hands On My Heart
Part 1

This story contains descriptions of actors playing gay characters of legal
age and below 18.  These actors engage in consensual sex in this story,
however your government, local laws, statutes, etc may not allow you to
read this story.  You are not supposed to be reading this story if you are
not 18 years of age.  All that being said, I write this story for true
boylovers and the boys that love to be loved, everywhere, anywhere

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"Michael?  Can you help me with this?  I can't seem to get it."

Trevor was having a tough time getting his game program to load on the
computer, having tried it several times already.  Despite only 14 years
old, he was a virtual whiz at computers, having taken his first one apart
when he was 8 just to see what it looked like inside.

Unfortunately, his dad didn't particularly appreciate his youngster's
inquisitiveness, as it was their only computer.

"I'll see what I can do," Michael said, "give me a minute.  I'm just
finishing up on the dishes and my hands are wet."

"Okay.  Thanks."

.......................

Michael had first met Trevor on one of the boy's Cub Scouts camping trips.
Michael was a great outdoorsman, and was relating to Trevor's father that
he loved helping kids, loved camping, and to let him know if they ever
needed an extra pair of hands.  They lived about 3 doors from each other
and always saw the other in their front yards watering the flowers, lawn,
washing the car, taking out trash, and had waved at each other for a couple
months when Michael wandered down to say hello and meet the guy he'd been
waving at.

Michael attended a couple of campouts, but hadn't done more than hang back
and get used to being there, help a few of the boys pitch their tents, and
gave a short talk on the second outting about how to use a compass and the
stars to find your way if you ever got lost.  He'd wanted to go more than a
couple times but customers need software techs on the weekend too, and
things just seemed to get in the way.

Mr. Landry worked as a corporate tax consultant who was out of town a lot,
and Michael worked as a computer software consultant.  He sold used
computer systems on the side, as he was always helping clients to upgrade
to better systems.  He was having a software and computer yard sale one day
and Trevor, then 8, had wandered down to gawk at the stuff.

"Hi," Michael opened.

"Hi," the boy said back.

"I'm Michael, remember me?"

"Yeah, you gave the talk on compasses," the blonde boy smiled back.

"That's me.  You like computers?" Michael asked.

"Yup, sure do" Trevor returned.  "I took my dad's apart to see how it
worked inside.  He wasn't very happy."

Michael laughed, "Well, it sounds like you just found out where the
screwdrivers were instead of asking, eh?"

"Yeah, pretty much," Trevor said.  "You selling these?"

"Yup, yard sale stuff."

"Wow.  Cool.  I wished I had a computer."

You could have dropped a truck into the void.

"You have any money saved up?" Michael asked.

"Mmmm, `bout $15 dollars, plus my mom pays me $5 for mowing the lawns each
week."

"Wow, that's pretty good."  Michael thought for a second.  "You want a job
mowing some more lawns?"

"Can I have a computer?"

Michael laughed, "Well, that's sorta what I was getting at.  I normally
sell them for $100-200.  But if your mom and dad say it's ok to mow my
lawn, sure, we can work out something."

"Really?" Trevor asked, dumbfounded.  "I could have a computer?"

"Well, if y........."

All Michael saw was elbows, heels, and blonde hair whooshing in a wind
created by how fast Trevor raced off toward his house.

What a cute boy, Michael thought.  He was a dyed-in-the-wool boylover, a
true believer in the heart and care of the boy.  To him, separate the fact
that he was gay, boys were the salt of the earth, deserving of care, love,
understanding, and attention.  His usual attraction was to boys quite a bit
older than Trevor, but a cutie was cutie and Trevor was pretty darned cute.
It wasn't like a sexual attraction, particularly.  It was just that Trevor
was striking, and it's hard not to notice a boy so beautiful that he'd
stand out in a crowd of any number of boys.

He had the most beautiful brown eyes and long eyelashes, dark blonde
eyebrows, a nice angled nose, framed in a slender but well-proportioned
face, several tones of light blonde with very slightly wavey hair, a bit
longish all around, and just messed
 up enough to be an attractive style all in itself.  Trevor wasn't slender,
nor muscular.  He was in-between, not displaying the usual boy-fat that
seemed to adorn boys his age.  He had that peach-fuzz almost irridescent
blonde hair on his arms.  And then there was that smile he'd given Michael
just before he zoomed off toward his house.  It was as though he was a
younger version of his dashingly handsome, beautiful older self.  Those
boys that you look at when they're young and you just know they'll be
totally killer when they're older.  That was Trevor.  It was hard to not
see that smile, happy beyond belief, and watch those thoughts cross his
mind that he too could be a big guy, maybe have his own big-world stuff,
and learn how to run a computer and be cool.

As he bounded off toward his house, Michael couldn't help but smile.  Boys
were just soooo cute.

About 10 or so minutes later a lady was being towed down the street by an
insistent, blonde boy.  The boy chattered out words at 70-80 mph, and it
was all the mom could do to be led (dragged) down the street by her son.

"This is my mom Michael.  I brought her down so she could talk to you."

Michael laughed a little, and the mother responded by laughing, too.

"Michael," he said, sticking his hand out once again for a handshake.

"Mrs. Landry.  Well, Laura will do.  I'm sorry, I don't mean to bother you
but..."

"Michael, tell her about the computer," Trevor insisted.

"Trevor," his mom began to admonish.

"It's ok, Mrs......uh, Laura.  It's ok, no problem.  Your son was looking
at the computers.  He said he'd taken his dad's apart to see what it looked
like inside, and asked if I was selling these.  I am, it's a yard sale.  I
do software and computer consulting, and sell comps on the side."

"How much do they usually go for?" she asked.

"Well, usually $100-200.  But I did offer Trevor a job mowing lawns, if you
and...Mr. Landry want to discuss it and see if that'd be ok with you."

Laura turned to Trevor, and said, "Trevor, at $5 for lawns, $200 would take
you most of a year to pay off.  I don't know..."

"I'll do it, mom, I promise, " he pleaded.

"I have an idea, and you're welcome to modify this or come up with any plan
that you want to.  These are just extras for me, sort of something I do for
fun and to get ride of the extra parts I accumulate when I get customers to
update to a bigger and better system."  He waited to see what Mrs. Landry
would say.

"Uh...." she began.

"Mom, p-l-e-a-s-e!" Trevor said, "we we already talking about getting me a
simple computer I could use for games and stuff."

She turned to Michael, "What was your idea?"

"The cost of the computer for Trevor would be $100 complete.  Well put the
computer in my dining room, and after he mows my lawn each week, he can
have half an hour of computer school to get rolling.  When half of the
computer is paid for by mowing lawns, we'll move the computer to your
house.  If he quits mowing lawns before it is paid for, it comes back to me
and I'll pay him off for what he's earned."

She made a face like she was impressed and nodded her head, "I'll talk it
over with his dad.  I think that sounds too generous of you, though."

"Not to worry, I love tutoring, obviously love computers, and Trevor needs
a computer."

"YES!" Trevor leaped off the ground and clapped his hands in the air.

"I'll put one of the computers aside so we've got one set in case I get a
run of buyers between today and whenever you and Trevor's dad get back to
me."

"That's very nice of you.  I think we can get back to you tomorrow morning
after church.  Will that be ok?" Laura asked.

"Totally fine," Michael said.

"COOL!" and Trevor again leaped off the ground, clapping his hands.
Delight would have been an understatement.

"Thank you, Michael," Laura said putting out her hand for a goodbye
handshake.

"You're more than welcome," he replied.

"Come on, Trevor, let's not bother Michael any more, he's got some
computers to sell here," his mom said.

Trevor didn't want to not do what his mom said, but he clearly wanted to
hang around his computer and Michael and just be there.

"It's ok if he wants to hang out, I'm just sitting here reading and waiting
for a few people to show up.  It's no trouble, if it's ok with you."

She looked at Trevor, whose eyes were lit like Christmas tree lights, and
who smile seemed to be the happiest thing in town.

"You behave, and if Michael says go, you come right home, ok?"

"Ok, mom."

She walked off back to their house, and Trevor hung behind.

"High five, buddy," Michael stuck up his hand for a swat.

Trevor leapt up and smacked Michael's hand smartly, "WOOHOO!" he yelped.

They both smiled for a few moments, then Michael said, "Ok, you're gonna
need a chair.  Grab one of those folding ones out of the garage on the left
side.  You thirsty?"

"Sure," Trevor said.

"Cool.  Would you grab yourself whatever soda out of my 'frig you want, and
grab me a Bud Lite?"

"Really?"

"Heck yeah, if that's ok.  Am I getting you in trouble?"  Michael asked.

"Nah, I get my dad beer all the time, but I didn't know about going in your
house."

"S'ok.  We're officially buddies now.  'Frig is on the right after you go
thru the door."

Trevor was back in less than a minute with two drinks which he handed to
Michael, then skidded back into the garage to grab his chair.

Toooo cute.

He unfold his chair, took his drink back from Michael who was still holding
both drinks like a statue, sat down, popped his drink open, took a swig,
and then looked up at Michael and smiled.

Trevor's mom and dad came back over the next day and sealed the deal,
making as sure as they could that Trevor fully understood that the
computer, used or not, was not a gift or give-away.  He had to earn it.

"In light of your offer to teach Trevor how to use the computer, I'd like
to thank you, but have an amendment to your idea," Mr. Landry stated.
"Trevor can have the computer in his room once it's fully paid for.  You've
already given us the lowest price, and am giving him a job to pay for the
computer, on top of which you've offered to teach him to use it."

"But dad, what if I need it for my homework, like for looking something up
or writing a paper?" Trevor whined.

"You'll just have to make do until you pay it off, Trevor.  That's the way
it would be with anyone else, in any other business deal.  You mow
Michael's lawn every week for twenty weeks, and it's in your room."

Michael had already been thinking of ways to help Trevor on his plea, but
it had nothing to do with where the computer was, so he'd agreed to his
dad's plan and offer.

Trevor mowed lawns for five months, got 1/2 hr lessons once a week on how
to run a computer, install programs, run a few correction programs, and in
general use the computer pretty well.

As far as his homework, he had Michael's ok to do whatever needed to be
done on the computer, no problem.  This made both of them happier.  Trevor
got to use his new comp to do his homework on, and Michael got to see
Trevor almost every day for at least an hour.  Trevor often stayed after
and had a soda or chatted about his day, a teacher, or some fun or perhaps
troubling thing that had occurred to him that day.

They developed an easy friendship, obviously both greatly enjoying each
others' company.  Michael never once made any sexual innuendos, and Trevor
never once doubted he was in the presence of someone who actually did
something that very few adults did.  He respected the boy for who he was,
didn't talk down to him or make less of him, and only seemed to want him to
do better, feel better about himself, and be happy.

About the third or fourth week into his lessons, Michael sat down to help
Trevor find a math reference on the computer, and Trevor was standing next
to him, watching, then moved over and sat on Michael's lap and watch
intently at what keys Michael pressed in what order, and what showed up on
the screen.

"Thanks, Michael," and he turned his head and kissed Michael on the cheek.

Michael wasn't taken aback so much as he was touched by the tenderness and
kindess that the boy displayed.

He kissed the back of his head, and said, "You're welcome, Trev.  My
pleasure."

Trevor turned toward Michael so he could fully see his older friend's face
and smiled one of those Trevor-smiles that could melt ice.

Then he turned back to his computer, and said, "Thanks Michael.  I think I
can get it from here."

He got ready to leave that evening to go home for dinner, and said, "Hey
Michael, do you think you could come to our Cub Scout meeting with us
tonight?  We're getting ready for a campout this weekend."  He paused.
"and I was wondering if you could go to that, too...."

Michael thought about it for a second, and said, "As far as the weekend,
I'll try.  What time is the meeting?"

Time seemed to blur for Michael, and the next thing he clearly remembered
was driving his pick-up full of camping stuff and Trevor and his dad to the
mountains a few days later.

It was not anything too special, particularly as far as campouts go.  The
idea was to teach the kids how to camp in the great outdoors, bond with
their friends, and have fun.  The were the usual ones - cooking, how to
clean dishes, teamwork, marching single-file on a trail, and even a
night-walk up to the top of a mountain to see the moonlit valley below.  It
was quite surreal, and Michael found himself staring for a long time at the
valley, the lighting, and the quiet.

"You ok?" Trevor asked, coming up to Michael after arriving at the summit
and talking with a few of his friends.

Michael had always been in the habit of telling Trevor exactly what he was
thinking, what was going on, etc, and so he said, "Wow.  The lighting of
the whole valley by moonlight is like from a movie.  Pretty incredible.
Makes me remember something my Scoutmaster told me years ago when we were
looking at the way a sunset made the clouds look, 'Always remember that
everything can be viewed in a different light.'  Pretty cool. "

"Wow," Trevor said and paused for a long time, thinking.  "That is pretty
cool."  He looked out at the oddly-lit valley for a long time, and then
sorta remembered he was a kid or something, and said, "Hey let's go over
here," and pulled on his friend's hand and carted him off to meet a school
friend or two.

Michael became a regular at the scout campouts for years, eventually
wearing his own scout uniform, helping with the weekly meetings, with his
buddy Trevor habitually by his side.

There were many times Trevor's dad was out of town for meetings and
campouts, and Trevor was welcomed to catch a ride with Michael whenever he
wanted.  It was more a case of Michael's going because of Trevor, and
Trevor wanting to go because of Michael and the fun they invariably had.

One time a while back, when Trevor was 10, he was getting sleepy in
Michael's lap around a campout campfire, and his dad was sitting across
from them.  Michael was more than willing to have Trevor there, and it
wasn't the first time that his 'lil buddy snoozed out on his lap.

Michael whispered, "Trev, it'd be cool to go hang with your dad.  He needs
some company.  I like hanging with ya and you're welcomed to be with me
anytime, but let's never make your dad feel unwanted or whatever, 'k?"

Trevor whispered "ok", waited a little while so it wouldn't look like
Michael had told him to go, and got up and went over to his dad and hugged
him and crawled into his lap.  His dad smiled and talked with him for
awhile, then Trevor finally fell asleep and they went to their tent.

Michael smiled.

The many times Trevor's dad was out of town, he'd often watch a movie with
Michael and then go home.  He'd always sit next to Michael and put his head
on Michael's shoulder, but as time went on across the months, he wanted to
sit in Michael's lap and be held.

Michael didn't want to give the kid the wrong idea.  He had to develop on
his own, go his own direction, and judge and decide for himself.  There was
a large amount of trust between them, and that could easily be misused.
And it wouldn't have been fair.

It was obvious that Trevor liked Michael a lot.  Michael adored the boy.

And he never hid from the boy who he was, or what he was.  Trevor had free
run of the house, and one day when he was 12 or so he'd seen a framed
photograph in Michael's bedroom of a boy.

"Who's this boy?" Trevor asked one day.

"He a boy I loved a lot when I lived in northern California," Michael had
replied.

"How come you had to move?" Trevor asked, trying to include the idea that
Michael had moved, had loved the boy, etc, all in his attempt to understand
all the significances.

"Work was better here than there, and it wasn't much of a choice," Michael
explained.

"Wow.  I'll bet that really sucked," Trevor responded.  "Did he like you a
lot, too?"

"Yeah, he did.  He was pretty upset that I had to move, but he and his
parents were already going to move to the East Coast for the same reason -
his dad got transferred by his job."

Trevor had continued to look at the boy's picture, studying the boy, his
expression, while absorbing Michael's story.

"Geeze," was all he said, and he set the picture back down.

Another time, not too much after his having looked at the picture of the
boy - Trevor was maybe almost 13 or so, he asked Michael if he'd ever had a
girlfriend.  Not did he have a girlfriend, but did he e-v-e-r have a
girlfriend.

"Nope, not me," Michael said, laughing.

Trevor laughed too.

Michael knew the boy could add two plus two and get four.  He just didn't
know if he had bothered to do the addition yet.  It didn't matter to
Michael.  He of course hoped that it didn't matter to Trevor either.

It didn't seem to, ever.

Trevor never stopped hanging around, long after his computer was at his
house.  He still mowed Michael's lawn, and bought many additional items for
his computer from Michael and the local computer-geek store.  He'd call
Michael and ask him to come over and help him fix something, or come over
and just hang out and talk for a bit.  He wasn't always over at Michael's,
but often enough to be a fairly permanent fixture.

Then one day not too long ago, Michael and Trevor were watching some horror
movie, and Trevor asked if he could get a soda.

"Sure Trev, long as you get me a beer, too," Michael teased.

Trevor, who had been sitting on Michael's lap kicking back watching the
movie, put it on pause and turned around and faced Michael.

"I like it when you call me 'Trev'," and he gave Michael a hug and got up
to go get the drinks.

It was another one of those touching moments where time stood still, framed
by the mutual compassion and feelings that they had for each other.  It
never ceased to amaze Michael that he could find yet another thing to
admire about Trevor.

But this particular time, Michael was somewhat stunned by his young friend.
He couldn't put his finger on it.

Trevor came back and popped Michael's beer and handed it to him.

"No one else calls me Trev.  Only you," he said, smiling.  "Well, a couple
other people try, but I tell them my name is Trevor."  He looked a bit
smugly at Michael.  "That's reserved for you."

"Thanks," and he smiled big back at Trevor, who was just sort of standing
in front of Michael looking at him.

Michael reached out, arms open, and Trevor fell in and they hugged for a
fairly long time.  Trevor let loose a little and so did Michael, at which
point Trevor scooted up and straddled Michael's knees, facing Michael.  He
wasn't a much of a small boy anymore, but Michael didn't mind at all that
his young friend was perched on his knees.  Nope, not at all....

"Do you like me because you're gay and I'm a boy?" Trevor asked
point-blank.  Not in an accusing way, just curious.

Anyone else might've been daunted by the question, but Michael and Trevor
always told each other to tell the truth.

"I like you because you're way cool, Trev.  We've been friends a long time,
have done lots of stuff for each other and had a ton of fun together.
That's why I like you.  I'm gay and I like guys, so that's sort of an extra
bonus I guess, if that's possible."

"So you do like me because you're gay," Trevor concluded, but with no
animosity.

"Primarily I just like YOU, Trev.  You're cuter than hell, like way, and
cute guys are a major plus to me.  But again, I like you because we've
become great friends."

Trevor backed up a bit, "You think I'm cute?"  and he got this coy yet
deadpan look on his face.

"Adorable," Michael said honestly.  "Come on now, you must get girls at
school always wanting to be friends with you and obviously trying to hang
around you.  You know?"

"Yeah, they try to hang with me all the time," was all he said back.

It was obvious this was all going somewhere, Michael just didn't know
where.  He sort of guessed the boy was trying to figure out something or
say something, because he was pretty sure the kid knew all this already.

"So, ok, we both know where I'm at.  And that you're my friend like
bigtime.  And, you look in the mirror every day and see a pretty good
looking blonde boy staring back at you, so you know you're not piggy-ugly
here....."

Trevor hesitated for a while, head hung down.

"I want to be like the boy in the picture," he said.

"What boy?  What picture?" but Michael quickly caught on about the time
he'd asked the question.

"The boy in the picture by your bed."

"The boy in the picture is unfortunately gone, circumstances and things
that couldn't be changed and so he's gone," Michael explained.

"No," Trevor said.  "Not that."

"What then," Michael softly coaxed.  "It's me, Trev.  You can tell me
anything."

Trevor's lower lip quivered a bit, and a couple tears streamed down his
face.

"I want to be loved."

"Oh Trev.  You a-r-e loved.  Your mom loves you.  Your dad loves you.  I
love you.  You're a wonderful guy, Trev.  How could some not love you?"

Trevor looked up and he made eye-to-eye contact with Michael and he began
to cry in earnest.  He fell forward and hugged Michael and sobbed a bit.
Not out of control, but quietly.

Michael knew.  But he didn't know how to handle it.

He had to try.

"Trev.  I do love you.  You don't have to be something more than you are
for me to love you.  I think you're wonderful, really."

Trevor sat back up, still straddling Michael's knees and facing him.

"But I don't care what people think I am.  I don't even know what I am.  I
just know that I feel better when I'm sitting in your lap and hanging with
you, Michael.  I know you're gay and I don't care.  It doesn't matter.
Like, at all."

Trevor had asked some of the typical, boy-growing-up sex questions over the
years they'd known each other, so Michael knew that this cute boy had a
grasp on what sex was.  Plus, school being school, he'd probably gotten
about 5 years of Sex Ed classes, too.

"Ok.  What then?"  There.  He'd asked the question.

Trevor moved his right hand and pointed at Michael's dick, and then he
pressed his index finger in and gently contacted it.

Michael groaned without even thinking or having a chance to try not to.

"That," he said, and then he point to his own groin, "and this."

Michael clearly didn't know what to say.  He looked down at where Trevor
was pointing, and it was obvious that Trevor was becoming erect.  That
didn't help at all, and of course Michael despite his best mental effort
not to, began to get hard too.

"Um, what about 'that', and 'this'?" Michael asked.  "We both know if ya
poke at them they'll get stiff."

"Michael, we've both seen each other naked a few times when we went
swimming or you or I took a shower.  I know you're gay and I've been
sitting on your lap forever.  I l-i-k-e sitting on your lap, and I like and
trust you."

Michael said, "Ok...."

"I just want to know what it feels like Michael," Trevor said.

"What 'it', in particular?"

"All the 'its', Michael."

Again, all Michael could say was "Ok...."

Trevor leaned forward and, pressing his hard boycock against Michael's,
hugged him bigtime.

Michael could barely breath.

Trevor let out an audible groan.

"Ok, let's talk for a second here," Michael suggested, and Trevor leaned
back to a body-upright position.

"Ok."

"Assuming you're talking about having sex, I have never tried to influence
you to be here for that, Trev.  Ever.  I just liked you.  And I didn't want
my being who I am or what I am to influence you, or to make you feel you
had to be different for me to like you.  If it has, I don't know what to
say.  I just liked you anyways.  Sorry."

"Michael, there's nothing to be sorry about.  I knew you were gay when I
was 8.  I just never cared about it.  You were just you.  You know?"

Michael nodded, again impressed.

"Michael?"

"What?"

"Have you ever jacked off and been thinking of me?"

Michael was sure he turned beet-red.

Trevor smiled, "I KNEW it.  Cool!"  Trevor beamed, proud.

"Okay, Mr. Smarty Pants, how about you?"  Michael couldn't bring himself to
ask the same question.

"Yeah, a lot."  Trevor blushed too.

They both were sporting class-A erections that strained at their clothes.
Trevor looked down at Michael's and again poked at it.

"Trev........."

"I know.  No one can ever know.  I can't say anything about it, or nothing.
You can't either.  We can't act any different in public or make any
comments that would make anyone think we did stuff.  Ever.  We both have to
be totally cool about it or it could screw both of us up like almost
forever."

Trevor beamed again.  "I've been looking stuff up on the 'net."

"Ulp," Michael said jokingly.  "I mean, yup."

Trevor cracked up.  "You're funny."

"You're cute."

"Did you and the other boy ever have sex?" Trevor asked.

"No.  It just wasn't where things went.  I never brought it up and neither
did he."

"Damn.  That had to be tough," Trevor said, leaning forward again and
pressing his still-hard boycock into Michael's, and hugging Michael tightly
again.

"Ughhh" he said and he pressed in, instinctively pumping his young, hard
cock and rubbing up and down for friction.

Michael kissed the top of his head, smelling his hair and losing himself in
a world of blonde and boy.  He moved Trevor's head up and kissed him on the
lips, then more fully, opening his mouth, sucking Trevor's lips, and
sliding his tongue in and probing around.  Trevor was groaning intently.

He sucked Trevor's tongue and his young friend thrust his wanton dick more
firmly into Michael.

Michael reached down and stopped his boy's pumping actions, not wanting him
to spurt in his pants and thus have to go home with a bleachy-smelling wet
spot on the front of his clothes.

"I'll do it for you first, and then if you want you can do it for me, too,"
Michael said.

"Okay," Trevor half-talked, half-panted.

Trevor stood up and Michael sat up, reaching for Trevor's pants button.  He
looked up to make sure it was ok, and Trevor nodded.  Michael undid his
pants and slid them carefully over his protruding dick, and Trevor stepped
out of them.  He moved Trevor around so that he was laying back on the
couch next to him, and kissed his legs, up the inside, and began to nuzzle
the underside of the boy's balls.

He didn't think it would be too long, so he tried to make it last while
still trying to make sure to keep the boy on the verge of cumming.  He
lifted the boy's shirt and kissed his stomach, licking and kissing his way
to the boy's nipples.  He only stayed there a few seconds each, knowing
that could set things off it done too long.

He kissed his way down to the boy's tight white undies, and kiss the tip of
his dick through the cloth.

"Oh geeze, Michael.  I almost can't stand it," he panted.

"S'ok, Trev.  Let me know if you begin to get toooo close, 'k?  I wanna be
ready for ya."

"Ok.  I'll try."

Michael lifted up the front of the undies so that Trevor's dick sprung
loose, and Michael then pulled them downward.  Trevor lifted up to let them
come all the way off.  Michael gently kissed his balls, but could see the
boy's cock straining hard at its skin.  He was 100% excited and hard, and
couldn't be far off.  He grasped the base of the young boy's dick and
kissed the tip, and then slid down on Trevor for his first-ever blowjob.

Trevor's back arched up, and Michael flowed with him, kneading the boy's
balls gently with his other hand.

Up and down, slowly at first, then a little more suction and speed, and
Trevor began to breathe heavily.  Seconds.

Michael purposely picked up more speed and increased the tempo, and sucked
at the tip, then up and down for a few.  Suck at the tip and lick, up and
down for a few.

He felt the boy's dick increase in hardness and his legs tense up a bit.
Michael then super-rapidly went up and down, and took his hand off the
boy's balls and reached up and stroked his stomach, nipples, and chest.

"OHHHHH!  Oh my GOD!!!  UGH-UGH-UGH-UUUUUUUUUUGGH!!!!" and he spurted
several times into Michael's mouth.

Michael sucked and licked gently, milking the last drop of semen out of his
boy's dick.

Trevor looked down, and Michael looked up, smiling.

"Oh we've GOT to do that again, like about 5,000 more times.  Holy geeze!"

"Oh, ok, if you insist," Michael joked back.

They rested for a bit, and Trevor lifted his head and looked anxiously at
Michael.

"Can I try?"

"Hell yes you can try," and Trevor was already up and switching positions
before Michael could even finish what he was saying.

"Just put your tongue like this," and he showed him, "and keep the dick
going at an angle so that it's away from the teeth.  Other than that, I'll
let you know when I'm about ready to cum and you can either pump me or let
it cum into your mouth.  At that point you've got the option to spit or
swallow.  Your choice.  Any questions?"

Trevor shook his head no, and was smiling like a kid in a candy shop.

He went to work immediately.  Michael had coach him to adjust his mouth
angle a couple times, but he generally got the hang of it and did fine.
Trevor mimicked Michael's actions, and kissed around, up under hit nuts,
fondled him, sucked on his nipples (at which point Trevor's cock was
against Michael's side), sucked well, and jacked him when his jaws got
tired.

"How am I doing?"

"I've got a beautiful blonde boy that I love and adore and am best friends
with giving me his first delivered blowjob, after having me suck him off to
his first oral sex cum ever.  I'd say I was just about in heaven, Trev."

Trevor smiled and said, "Well, let's complete that trip," and he began
doing the suck-the-tip alternated with the long-up- and-down strokes with
his tongue placed perfectly.

It didn't take long at all.

"Okay Trev, don't stop.  I'm cumming real, real soon."

Michael began to pant and breathe heavily, too, and the more noise he made,
his Trevor intensified his efforts and speed.  In an instant Michael took a
sharp intake of air and began grunting, hardened up, and his balls pulled
up.  All too familiar sounds for a boy who jacked off nearly daily and knew
what most of the cumming signs were.

Michael squirted hard and long into the anxious boy's mouth, who suckled
and pulled cum out of his dick as though it were a straw.  It seemed to go
on forever.

That was a few months ago.

........................................

"You about done with those dishes?" Trevor playfully taunted as Michael
walked into the room.

"Yup, just in time, apparently."

After a bit, Michael suggested a virus scan because the computer was acting
strange, and there was no reason for the game not to load.  Trevor was on
it in a heartbeat.  He'd brought his comp over to Michael's after about 2
hours of trying to get it to work right.  He set it up to scan, and got up
from his chair.

"Thanks, Michael."

"Welcome Trev."

"I still like it when you call me that."

"I know," Michael said, and Trevor stepped in for a nice, full-body hug.

"Um, that scan should take about half an hour.  You done with chores?"

"Yup.  Except for one," and Michael kissed the side of Trev's neck, which
always got Trevor hard immediately.

"I may have a similar task at hand, it seems," Trevor replied.

Michael slid his hands under the back of Trevor's jeans and underwear,
grasping a butt cheek with each hand, still kissing Trevor's neck.
Although his reponse was muffled, but he was pretty sure Trevor got what he
said.