Date: Mon, 10 Feb 2003 21:40:54 -0800 (PST)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: I'll Try The McBoi

This story contains graphic depictions of sex between a male over the age
of eighteen with a male under eighteen. If you are offended by such things,
or it is illegal in your area, then perhaps some alternative form of
entertainment should be considered. Needless to say, copying any of this
material could result in the interference of your relationship with the
living. I addition, everything about this story is exactly that, a story,
except the part about seeing a dazzlingly cute boy in McDonalds last
Sunday. But that's it. I didn't talk to him, had never seen him before that
day nor since. I have never had sex with such a boy, in fact, no boys,
despite any fantasies I may have experienced at some point in my
life. Please, just enjoy the story.... Tag


Fuck he was cute. Jumpin fucking Jesus Christ he was so fucking cute.
Undeniably, unarguably, inexorably drop fucking dead cute. Maybe even
beautiful. And I suspected that, if aware of his beauty, he wasn't aware of
the depth of it.

It was early Sunday morning, and I was standing in line at McDonalds, a
crowded one at that. He was standing in front of me, sort of, and waiting
like the rest of us to order. The place was a fucking zoo of people coming
and going.  You know, the usual confusion in a crowded Mickey D's. As a
result some of us didn't stand in just one place but had to move about
slightly to accommodate the crowd. And as a result of the low level
commotion I got to scope the boy out. Thank god for dark sunglasses.

He came up to my chin, which made him about four foot eleven, maybe five
feet tall and I figured him to be eleven or twelve year old. His short,
styled, light brown hair was streaked blonde by the summer sun and his skin
was a nice golden color for the same reason. His profile showed a baby
smooth face, small nose with freckles dotting it, a few larger freckles or
even moles on his ear and one on his slender neck.  I checked him out, all
but staring, again, thanking god and Wal-Mart for the sunglasses. He was
wearing a white T with a logo of one of the local tourist attractions, the
bottom portion of his compact boy's body covered in tan cargo shorts, which
were not of the usual baggy type, but tighter and showing off his
deliciously slim boyish ass. Untied brand name sneakers adorned his small
feet, no socks. His tanned legs showed the very beginnings of darker hairs,
lending the notion that he would be growing them in other areas currently
hidden from view. At one point I had a brief opportunity to notice that his
underarms were not one of those areas. During the course of the ebb and
flow or humanity he was turned almost facing me and my heart melted as he
looked at me and smiled, his grey eyes twinkling and his sparkling white
teeth all but blinding me. Oh my fucking god he was so cute and I was glad
for the long shirt I was wearing cause I started to pop a woody just
looking at the young Adonis. When he wasn't looking at me, I scoped out the
front of his cargos and could see a slight protuberance, which told me he
was indeed a growing boy.

The line was moving slowly and all of a sudden the person in front of my
little god backed up causing him to do the same. I didn't have time to move
and he stepped on top of my leather sandaled foot quite firmly. My hands
automatically went to his shoulders to catch him if he went off balance but
he didn't.  He turned to me right away.

"I'm so sorry, are you okay, did I hurt your foot, oh man I'm so sorry," he
said, looking up at me. I melted once again as I looked into his beautiful
face. I shoved the glasses up onto my hairline and said to him,

"No, no it's okay, I'm okay really," giving him my very best and sincere
smile.

"Are you sure?" he asked back.  I nodded my head and assured him that I was
just fine and thanked him for asking. When he turned back around he was at
the front of the line so he ordered, got this food and went upstairs. I
reflected on his voice, slightly deep. Not deep but deepening, an
indication of testicular growth, I thought to myself, then bet myself then
and there that the boy's tender young balls were making sperm. I eventually
got my food and wandered upstairs as well since all of the booths on the
bottom filled with parents and kids. I walked around the room and found
nothing, every table was full and I was resigning myself to eating outside
when a voice said,

"Hey, over here," and I turned to look. There, in a little seen out of the
way nook, was my little godchild and he was waving me over.

"You can sit here if you like," he said, his perfect lips a great frame for
his magnificent smile. "After all, it's the least I can do for squashing
your foot." I smiled and thanked him as I sat opposite of him in the tiny
booth, once again pushing the sunglasses to the top of my head.  "Is your
foot really alright?" he asked.

"My foot's fine really, you didn't step on it that hard besides, it was
worth it, I got to meet you." He blushed at that statement but also smiled
just a wee bit. I extended my hand and told him my name was Corey.  His
smiled broadened and shook my proffered hand saying his name was Re-ahn. He
spelled Rhian for me then said his friends often called him Rhee. It was
quiet for a moment while he allowed me to unwrap my meal and start eating.

"So, why are you glad to meet me?" he asked

"Well," I said after gulping down a mouthful of McMuffin, someday you are
going to be a famous model or movie star or something and I want to be able
to tell people that I knew you once upon a time."

The gorgeous young boy laughed at that, and then asked why I thought that
about him.

"Mostly because you're the most beautiful thing on the planet. I've been
around the beauty industry and photography for quite a while and I know it
when I see it and you are without a doubt the most beautiful, soon to be,
young man I have ever seen. And" I said as he started to protest, "I don't
say that to make you feel good, I say it because it's true." And I took
another big bite of my sandwich, and looking over the tops of my hands I
noticed that he had thick eyebrows and long luxurious eyelashes, the kind
of lashes that girls spend tons of money on products to achieve what this
darling cute thing came by naturally.

"Thank you Corey. Yeah, I've been told I'm cute; the girls at school can
get annoying about it sometimes. It's kinda embarrassing actually."

I told him that I understood how it might be although I had never had that
problem.

"Your not bad looking yourself you know," he said, quickly adding, "for an
older dude." The last was said with a smile so I knew he was making a
joke. Our knees and legs had been touching and I noticed that he didn't
make any attempt to move them like most boys would have.

"So speaking of age, how old are you Rhian," I'm thirty-one.

"I'm twelve, thirteen on Halloween, which is a crappy day for a birthday."
I allowed as how it was but it could have been worse, it could have on
April fools day. He laughed at that. I asked if he lived here and he said
that he was visiting his mother for the summer, he was from Seattle. I told
him I was originally from that area as well, only more eastern, as in
Spokane. He thought that was pretty cool.

"She's in real estate and has to work a lot so I have to get around on my
own, which isn't too bad cause the bus system is so good. I spend a lot of
time alone but I don't really get along with her all that good anyway,
which is why I live with my dad, so it all works out okay. Also, she has a
boyfriend so I think I sort of get in the way of that too."

"So how are you planning on spending this wonderful day then," I asked him.

"I was gonna take the bus to the beach and hang out, maybe go down to the
Walls or something, I dunno, just cruise." He said it with a shrug of his
shoulders, a certain resignation.

"Well," I drawled out, "I was planning on doing the same thing and in the
same area. I could drop you off if you want or you could hang out with me
for the day, maybe have lunch later, who knows, we can play it by ear."

His head perked up and he asked where exactly was I planning on going.

"You know that beach area past the walls with grass and stuff?" He nodded
his head saying yeah he did.  "Well I go to the area past the concession
stand. I don't like lying on the beach I prefer the grass. I don't like
lots of people and I like the idea that my stuff is safe if I go in the
water. Also, and this is important, there's parking close by."

"HHHmmmm," he contemplated. "I don't like all the crowds much either and I
don't especially like laying in the sand so it all sounds pretty good to
me. If you really don't mind, I'd kinda like to cruise with you for a
while."

Did I mind! Fuck no I didn't mind. My brain was racing as I thought of the
possibilities, some of which were innocent, and others that were just plain
illegal. Needless to say I intended sticking with the former but it doesn't
hurt to fantasize.

"If you're done eating then let's dig," I said to him. Rhian was carrying a
small backpack and I rapidly calculated whether or not it would fit inside
my backpack, which would then go on his back. I was on my bike and it would
be impossible for the boy to hold on to me if I was wearing a pack. Once
outside we walked across the parking lot and around the corner of a small
building to where the bike was parked and where Rhian stopped abruptly, and
I would guess, almost shitting his pants.

I have about twenty-five grand into my scooter, originally a stock 1200 cc
Harley. The engine had been completely reworked, the frame cut low and the
front end kicked out about five inches with wrap back handlebars. With the
exception of the tires and seat, anything not chromed, which wasn't a lot,
was painted a brilliant red murano pearl with a very thin black cherry pin
strip design running throughout. The non-spoke wheels are solid and chromed
with a special design cut into them creating a wicked medieval sort of
look.

"That's your bike," Rhian said incredulously. "Oh man Corey that is so dope
I'm not kidding." He walked around it, looking in closely then stepping
back.

"Yup it's mine," I said, not a little pride sneaking into my voice. I
explained the backpack situation to him and we unhooked mine, readjusted
his inside of mine and got it strapped to his slender little back. I
explained that I wanted him to hold on to my waist at all times and when I
leaned into corners to lean with me. He put his sunglasses on and I
exchanged mine for my riding goggles then I climbed aboard and fired the
monster up, the straight pipes rattling the windows on the building next to
me. I pulled down the passenger pegs and he climbed on behind me, wrapped
his arms around me as directed and we tore off in a burst of thunder. The
ride along the boulevard and into Waikiki was glorious; Rhian's arms tight
and low on my waist, his excited laughter like music in my ear.

I found a spot to park, as I usually do, at the edge of a red zone. One of
the beauties of a bike is that you can park almost anywhere and be pretty
much exempt from getting a ticket. I backed the bike in so it sat
perpendicular to the curb and had Rhian climb off before I dropped the
kickstand and dismounted. We walked onto the grass and headed toward the
beach fifty feet in the distance and found an un-crowded spot to drop our
stuff. Two minutes later the towels were laid out and we were dropping our
clothes.

His body was as beautiful as his face. He sported a firm defined chest with
small nipples, tight abs that sloped gently but firmly into his pubic bone,
which dropped into the waistband of his black Speedos. Yes, my cute young
thing wore those tight, barely concealing swim trunks and his preteen
boyhood was all but displayed for me. He filled it out nicely, the bulge
maybe a little large for his age and size but nothing extraordinary. His
legs slipped out the leg holes and, while not pencil thin, weren't huge and
muscled although they were well toned and tanned. He was a sight to behold
and I beheld him as I let my own beach jeans fall to the ground, revealing
my standard board shorts, which Rhian commented on.

"I like those shorts, I'm gonna get some one of these days." I commented
back that I liked his as well. He thanked me and added that he had been on
a swim team for three years and that's what they wore. I now regretted not
joining swim team when I was in school.

We headed for the water, swam about, splashed and generally soaked for a
good half hour before we got out. I headed straight for the outside shower
to rinse the heavy salt off and the sand out. Rhian followed me and stood
under the shower head next to me, both of us performing the ritual, opening
the waistband of our suits and allowing water to rinse both the front and
the back, accompanied by a hand to insure the various nooks and crannies
weren't missed.

Back at the towels we lay down to soak of the sun. It was there that, after
about ten minutes, Rhian commented on the people around us.

"They're all guys Corey, there aren't any girls."  I agreed with him then
told him that this was the gay part of the beach and asked if that was
okay. He said that it was okay and of course asked if I was gay. Here was
the choice point, do I or don't I. I must have paused a little to long in
the deliberation when he said,

"It's okay with me if you are, I mean, you know, what you do is your
business."

I explained that the answer to the question was more complicated than
that. If I said no, and he, Rhian, was gay then he might feel like his
sexuality wasn't something he could safely discuss with me. If I said yes,
and he wasn't gay, then he might suspect my motives for spending time with
him, for bringing him here. If he was homophobic then that could complicate
things even more. He nodded his head, said he understood. After a few
minute he said softly,

"You forgot the third option Corey." When I asked what that was he said,
"What if we were both gay, then what." I had avoided that one purposely but
this smart young thing caught me out.

"Well, if that were the case a number of things could happen, one of which
is that you might find that I could mentor you, we could talk about
sexuality, you might find answers to questions that straight guys couldn't
have a clue about." Up till now my eye contact had been roaming around but
I looked at him and added,

"It could also lead to a sexual encounter." I rolled onto my back and
closed my eyes. A few minutes later he asked,

"Corey? Do you think it's a bad thing for boys to have sex with men."  I
contemplated the question and formulated my answer.

"No, not necessarily. I think many boys seek out older men as role models
for a variety of reasons. Even straight boys do it. I think if the boy does
that and it's sexual, if the boy's experience is fun and exciting and
joyful for him, then it's okay. It's not okay when men take advantage of
boys, hurt them, exploit them."  He was quiet for a moment then said, still
in a soft voice.

"You still didn't answer my question about being gay."

"Yes Rhian, I'm a gay man." I was till on my back, choosing not to look at
him, letting him go wherever he was going to go with that. He chose to be
quiet. Then he said "That's cool Corey, thank you for trusting me and for
telling me. Ten minutes later he said in a whisper,

"Gosh look at that, I don't know how guys can wear those things." I rolled
over and followed his gaze to a middle-aged guy wearing a thong, his tanned
ass cheeks hanging out and of course when he turned his cock hanging there
in the cloth as well.

"Me either" I said in a conspiratorial whisper. "I can't imagine walking
around with cloth stuck in my butt like that. There's another thing that I
don't get," I said, nodding my head off to the side, indicating another
middle aged guy with a gut in a tight Speedo. "Few guys can wear a Speedo
and look good, that guy isn't one of them."  Rhian laughed at that and
agreed. After a few minutes he asked,

"Do I look good in Speedo's?" I turned my head and said,

"You look terrific in them, I could watch you all day." He giggled and
blushed a little and I poked him in the ribs in fun. He asked if I had
sought out older men when I was younger and I said that I had, that I
hadn't felt particularly safe with boys my own age besides I wanted a man
to teach me stuff. I didn't want to fumble around like other boys my own
age and probably feeling sneaky and ashamed. He asked if it was okay for
me, did I enjoy it and I told him it worked out great, I got what I needed
and wanted, which was some learning about being a gay boy, then a gay
man. He seemed to accept that and was quiet again.

Then he nodded toward another couple of younger men and said,

"Gosh look at the front of their thongs Corey, their things look like
they're huge, and indeed they did look to be above average, which may be
why they were wearing the thongs I told him. He chuckled at that and was
quiet for a moment. "Can I ask you another question Corey?" I chuckled and
said of course he could.

"Are you that big, down there I mean?"  I smiled and said,

"No Rhian, I'm not that big, in fact I'm pretty average I think."

He thought that over for a moment then said that he thought he was pretty
average for a boy his age too. We were laying on our sides facing each
other, only a foot and half or so apart. He looked around quickly then
pulled the front of his Speedos down, letting his pride and joy flop out,
his balls following suit.

"What do you think Corey," he said looking at me, "Am I average." I looked
down at the soft penis hanging across his upper thigh and wanted to see
more, much more. I also wanted to gobble the whole thing up.

"Well, it's kind of difficult to say when it's laying to the side like that
Rhian but off hand I'd say it's nothing to be ashamed of. You'll
undoubtedly grow into a respectably cock young man." He laughed at the
"respectably cocked" part then thanked me as he tucked himself back in,
arranging himself then asked,

"Can I see yours Corey?"  Fuck I would love to show him mine, most
definitely nothing would suit me more than being unsuited in front of this
gorgeous young thing.

"Well, undoing board shorts is a little more involved Rhee, I don't think
I'm prepared to attempt that here on the beach."

"Maybe we could go somewhere and you could show me. How about your place,
can we go there."  Fuck! My brain went into overdrive with the turmoil of
the situation. This amazingly beautiful child was so forward and so fucking
hot. And he was twelve years old. But then I thought back to me when I was
his age. I knew what I was doing when I sought out older men and I
suspected that Rhian did as well. My experiences were great, none was a dud
nor did I harbor any negative memories. Damn sure if I spent time with this
beauty, he would go away with memories that would provide jacking material
for him for the next decade I swear to god.

The boy must have figured that my pause was building up to a rejection.

"Please Corey," he whispered, "can we go to your house?" It didn't come
across as desperate or whining, just a simple question.  I smiled at him
and nodded my head in a "let's go" motion then stood up. The boy was on his
feet in a flash and gathering up his things. We were still damp so just put
on our t-shirts, stuffing our pants in the backpack and heading toward the
bike, this time Rhian walking quite close to me, close enough so that our
bodies touched about every fifth step. On the ride to my condo he held on
much tighter and I reveled in his touch, the feel of his solid body against
mine.

I live in one of those high rises on a hillside that offers a view clear
into next week. The grounds are gated, requiring a code to be punched into
a keypad, which I did. I shot through the opening as soon as the bike could
safely manage it, causing Rhian to hold on tighter, and parked in my usual
spot where we dismounted then headed for the elevator and blasted on up to
the eighteenth floor. Little was said by either of us until we entered my
living room, at which point Rhian uttered "oh my god" as he stared through
the gauzy white curtains out of the floor to ceiling wall of glass out onto
the city and Diamond Head. The sliding glass doors were open to the
balcony, and a slight breeze wafting gently on our skin.

I opened the backpack and pulled our towels out, suggesting that we toss
the damp stuff into the dryer and headed toward the little laundry nook by
the entryway. Rhian followed me and watched as I undid the laces of my
board shorts and tugged them down, freeing the object of his desire, six
and a half inches of circumcised cock. The boy had pulled off his t-shirt
while I undressed and all but stared at my crotch as he tugged his Speedos
off and handed them to me. He was glorious. Totally gorgeous. His was,
without a doubt, the perfect boy's body.

His pubic bone, his lower abdomen, dropped into a perfect V, the creases
where the hipbone joined well defined. His little nest of dark brown pubic
hair could only be about six months old, if that, and was confined to the
area at the base of his young boy cock. And that was the most perfect piece
of flesh I could ever have imagined. It wasn't quite long enough to
actually hang like mine did, but was in between jutting out or arching out
from his firm young body, the perfectly shaped head resting on the tender
young balls hanging loosely beneath it, which were of course hairless and
smooth.  I imagined briefly how soft they would feel on my lips, how his
beautiful cock would taste in my mouth and my cock began to rise, rather
swiftly I thought.

"Gosh Corey you're getting hard, oh man and fast too.

 "That's because you are the most beautiful boy I have ever laid eyes on
Rhian, it's responding to you" I said softly. He blushed, said thank
you. "I see that you aren't going to be soft much longer either" I told
him. Indeed, his young flesh was responding to the sexually charged
atmosphere, rising from repose and beginning to stand proudly out and away
from his body and growing into a firm pole about five inches long and of
medium thickness.

He came over to me and touched my cock, gripping it momentarily.  "I want
you to teach me Corey," he said in a quiet, almost small voice. "I want you
teach me about being a gay boy." I nodded my head in total
understanding. Like millions of gay teens before me, I had yearned to know
what to do, how to act, how to deal with my sexuality and channel my
hormonal drives and instincts in a direction that made sense to me. This
beautiful specimen of boyhood, hell of maledom, was no exception. He knew
that he liked boys and not girls.  He knew what he was doing and he knew
that it was right for him. That wasn't my dick talking either. I'd been
there, I knew the signs and I knew that I could take him where he wanted
and needed to go. I knew that what happened in the next hour or so, he
would forever view in a positive light, that this would not be a memory
abusive for him. I knew too that if it went as I envisioned it, the rest of
the summer might well provide a collection of such memories, to be shared
with other partners that he would have throughout his life. And just maybe,
he would pass them on to other teenage boys who were seeking help in coming
to grips with their own sexuality.

I placed one hand on his shoulder and reached down with the other to clasp
his hard young flesh, squeezing it gently, knowing that, aside from its'
owner, I was the only one to know it's feel.

"Your hand is so warm on me" he said quietly.  I let my hand move south,
and holding on to his soft boy bag and squeezing it as well, causing him to
moan softly.

"I love how your body feels Rhian," I said huskily. "It is so totally
awesome." I led him by the hand to my bedroom, and guided him onto my king
sized bed. Like the living room, the outer wall is almost solid glass, the
sliding doors open so that the room was both well lighted and cool, the
gauzy white curtains moving gently with the breeze. I gazed at him briefly
as he lie there, feasting my eyes on him and could feel my cock twitch in
anticipation of having him, and even grow a little harder, if that was
possible.  I hadn't been this hard in years and the skin was stretched
almost to a point of being painful. I knew that my first orgasm would
probably help to resolve that feeling.

I lay down next to him, propped on an elbow and looked down into his
beautiful face, gazing into his stunning grey eyes. I put my hand on his
chest and rubbed him gently, grazing across his small nipples, then
trailing downward, across the hard flat belly and onto the lower abdomen
and firm pubic bone. My fingers touched his patch of hair and I rubbed it
with my fingertips almost as though scratching an itch, and his boy boner
grazed the back of my hand. My hand moved downward further, along the inner
crease of his smooth thighs. He spread his legs open farther to give me
access and I rubbed gently, his balls grazing the back of my hand just as
his cock had. I turned my hand turned over and cupped that soft bag,
feeling the eggs inside for a moment before my hand slid upward to the
place where his bag began to fall away from his cock. My thumb and
forefinger gripped onto the base of his rigid dick and squeezed gently
before my fingers splayed out and grasped the entire pole and squeezed and
stroked his firm young flesh. I held his pulsing young cock upright and
noticed a single drop of clear liquid at his slit. I leaned down and licked
it up and his body tensed in reaction then relaxed again.  I put my lips
against the flesh of his perfect cock head, allowing them the feel the
texture of his satiny skin, then slowly let them slip down over it, like a
living condom. He moaned at the feelings tearing through his body, feeling
never before experienced. I sucked on the head for a moment then licked all
around it, my lips still holding it in place. Slowly I swallowed his rock
hard boyhood, taking all of into my mouth until my lips reached his downy
soft pubic hair and the hanging nut sack.

I kept his cock there, the head at the back of my throat and suckled him,
my throat constricting on the head.  Rhian groaned loudly, his hands had
found my head and his fingers were rubbing it through my hair. I withdrew a
little bit then began bobbing up and down on him, coming all the way up
until my lips grazed over the sensitive edge of his cock head then
swallowing him whole again. The young boy began thrusting his slender hips
in unison with me, gently fucking his boycock into the warm recesses of my
mouth.

"Oh gosh Corey I think I'm gonna squirt out," he moaned, tension in his
voice. I removed my head from his cock in order to watch. There would be
plenty of opportunity to devour his young sperm; I wanted to see him shoot
it out first, wanted to see and feel his fresh boy sperm.  I kept my face
close but out of his line of fire as I stroked his flesh, his moans getting
louder. I knew that his release was close, that his tender young balls were
ready to give up their delicious creamy nectar. It happened without
warning, as is often the case in young sperm makers. I felt his flesh
thicken in my hand and he thrust his hips in the air, his slim young butt
clear off the bed as his cock head erupted. It spat out a semi-thick glob
white cream that landed right on his belly button. A second glob landed
just below that and the show was over. He relaxed back onto the bed, his
breathing ragged. I leaned down and licked up his cum, rolling it in my
mouth before swallowing it. The liquid was almost sweet to my tongue, the
boy not yet mature enough to produce the more salty and slightly bitter
sperm of an older boy.

His breathing began to slow and he said, "Gosh Corey that was the most
awesome thing I ever felt. I never knew my thing was so sensitive, oh man
that was so great."

I crawled up along side him and looked into his adoring eyes and told him
it was the most awesome thing for me too, being the first person to taste
his young cock, to eat the product of his balls.  He asked how his sperm
tasted to me and I told him it was the best thing I ever ate in my life. He
laughed at that, a sort of melodic sound.

"I want to try to suck on your thing now Corey, I want to see you squirt
out sperms. I rolled onto my back and he moved directly to my groin, his
small hand latching onto my throbbing hard cock.

"Gosh it's so big in my hand Corey I hope my thing gets this big when I
grow up." He stroked on me, cupped my shaved and hairless balls, and got
his face down close to look things over, intently interested in everything
he found. He finally went back to my cock, holding it upright as I had done
to him. I make a lot of precum and he about it. I explained that it was
called precum and what it was for and then he licked some off and tasted
it.

"Little salty," was all he said as he went back and took the fat swollen
head into his sweet young mouth. Never has a pair of lips felt so
good. You'd think there wouldn't be that much difference, but having
Rhian's lips on my cock was fantastic. And he was so eager to please. He
sucked on the head then tried to take some of the shaft into the small warm
recess. He only got a couple inches before choking, taking it out of his
mouth quickly, still choking a little bit, then gamely returning to his
self appointed chore. I knew it would take forever, despite the novelty of
having my cock sucked by the cutest young boy I had ever feasted my eyes
on. I knew too that his virgin mouth would get very sore before I came.

"Sweet boy," I said gently, "why don't you let me jack myself off then if
you want, just before I cum I'll tell you and you can finish it off. It
that okay?" He said it was, so I proceeded to stroke my cock while Rhian
watched on, instinctively helping out by fondling my balls and gently
squeezing them. I let my free hand trail along his slender back and
shoulders as I jerked and it didn't take very long before I was ready to
blow.

"Go ahead Rhian, take it," and he did, grasping me tightly in his fist and
stroking me rapidly. Ten seconds later I grunted loudly and my cock began
it's eruption, jet after jet of thick white cum blasting forth, landing on
my chest, my belly, then slowing to a dribble that ran down onto Rhian's
thumb.

"Oh my gosh Corey you make so much of sperms, look at that and look how far
it shot out my gosh," he exclaimed excitedly. It was true, I'm a shooter
that produces copious amounts of liquid, much to the dismay of many males
who have had first hand experience, or mouth as it were.

My cock finally deflated and I asked Rhian if he was up for a shower, which
he readily agreed to. We climbed off the bed and walked through the doorway
into my bathroom. The shower was behind a gently curving wall and the
exterior wall had a window that also provided a view of the city.  I got
the water adjusted and got under the spray, inviting the cute young boy to
join me. We splashed and played there a while before I settled down to the
task for that we went there for. I use a scented body wash and squirted
some into my hands then told Rhian I was going to wash him. He allowed as
that was fine and held still for me as I rubbed down his neck, chest and
belly, the turned him around and did his shoulders and back, before
dropping to my knees and doing his slender little legs. Once all of those
things were out of the way I concentrated on the fun parts, planning to do
things that would take my baby boy to new heights.

Renewing the supply of body wash in my hands, I reached down and began
cleaning his pubic mound, his cock, and his balls, moving the movable
things around and gently applying pressure. I was working from behind him
and so slipped my other hand down to his ass, finding the white skinned
cheeks be fairly firm. I soaped both orbs thoroughly before working up and
down in his crack and about the fourth trip back down that wonderful little
slit, I slipped my fingers forward, grazing across his tight virgin muscle
until I reached the underside of his smooth ball sac. Rhian moaned loudly
as I moved back and forth, shortening my strokes until I concentrated
solely on his asshole. His cock had grown rigid in my hand and I stroked it
as I performed my other duty. His breathing was ragged when I stopped and
directed him toward the shower spray and, using the detachable nozzle along
with my hand, removed all traces of soap from his golden body.

"Damn that felt so awesome Corey, I never figured my bottom could feel so
totally awesomely good," he said, bright teeth flashing as he smiled.

"Oh there's even more if you're willing to try it, and it won't be painful
at all," I responded to him.

"Okay Corey I trust you not to hurt me."

I poured hair conditioner into one hand then got to my knees in front of
him. I had him spread his smooth slender legs open for me then put the
lubed hand between them along side of his balls and ran my fingers across
his asshole, sneaking my middle finger into him a little bit on each
pass. I eventually slipped it fully into him and left it there, taking it
out only far enough to push it back in. My other hand cupped his balls as
my mouth slipped back over his throbbing little cock, swallowing it till
his pubes once again hit my nose.  I took my hand from his young nuts and
placed it on an ass cheek and proceeded to direct him to fuck me, sliding
his cock in and out of my warm mouth while my other hand did the same thing
to his tight virgin hole. In seconds Rhian was moaning loudly, his hands on
my head to brace him from falling over as his cock and his asshole were
fucked. I had been grazing my finger across his small prostate as my finger
slid in and out of his tight young hole and finally I just left my finger
inside of him to massage the gland, the technique taking the young boy to
the edge and all but throwing him over it.

"Oh shit oh damn Corey I'm gonna cum oh god here it is oh shit oh damn oh
shit, Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh" he cried out as I felt his prostate harden, his
cock thicken in my mouth then unload it's liquid into me in two small
squirts. I quit any movement on his cock, allowing him to control the
action, since I knew that he would be ultra sensitive. I waited a moment
before I slowly slipped my finger out of him, then pulled my mouth away
from his slowly deflating young cock, and stood up. No sooner and I reached
full height when Rhian melted into my arms, his own wrapped tightly around
my waist and his head pressed into my chest.

"Gosh that was the best yet Corey, thank you so so much for showing me that
and you're right it didn't hurt a single bit and the feelings were so dope,
so hot, oh man."

"I'm glad that you liked it Rhee," I said into his hair. "I like making you
feel good." We finished up with me doing a cursory wash of my body then I
stroked on my cock while Rhian fondled my balls. He wanted to feel my
prostate gland too so slathered a finger with conditioner and slipped it up
inside my ass. I directed him a little and when he found what he was
looking for I gasped in pleasure. I told him to rub across it as I jacked
my rock hard cock and in a short order I was cumming, my sperm splashing
against the wall in front of me. Rhian was excited about the whole affair,
commenting on how the gland got hard just as I came and how my asshole
constricted on his finger with each squirt. My orgasm finally died away and
I let go of my pulsing dick. I told Rhee to slowly take his finger out of
me and as soon as he did, he examined the digit to see if there was any
stuff on it, considering where it had just been. Satisfied with his
inspection, he soaped his hands as I soaped my groin then we both rinsed
off and got out, dried off and went into the kitchen to see what we could
rustle up in the way of snacks and drinks. We didn't even consider getting
dressed, choosing to wander about the condo in the nude. He was a total joy
to watch, his small muscles tensing and relaxing as he moved about.  His
pretty little cock was relaxed and the balls underneath swayed slightly as
he walked. And his ass! Fuckin-A his ass was so totally cute and I day
dreamed for a moment about how my face was going to feel buried inside
those delicious tight cheeks.

We talked as we snacked, Rhee wanting to know about my years as a teen aged
gay boy. I explained that, except for the men I was with, I had remained
closeted until I was eighteen. When I came out to my parents they told me
that had suspected for years but said nothing, waiting for me to tell them
in my own way and in my own time. A few of my closest friends had suspected
as well but like my parents, didn't say anything although my best friend
Robbie was a little put out that I hadn't trusted him enough to talk about
it. Rhian said that he had known for a few years that he was gay but kept
quiet about it, always looking for that special someone who would be
willing to teach him. Although he hadn't suspected that he would get his
needs met in quite the manner that he did, he was more than pleased.

"You are awesome Corey," he informed me. "I'm so awfully glad that we met
and that you're my teacher of being gay."  I told him that I was honored
that he had chosen me for what I considered, a most important place in his
life and that I didn't take the job lightly by any means at all. It was a
brief but emotionally charge moment for both of us.

"So," he said as the moment passed, "what should be do for the afternoon?"
I told him we could do whatever he wanted. We could stay and play or watch
TV or we could get out of the house and take a ride. We could whatever his
little heard desired, I was at his command.

"If we leave can we come back and play some more later," he asked with a
mischievous smile.

"We can do whatever you want to do baby boy," I responded. "Anything at
all."