Date: Tue, 18 Sep 2007 06:37:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: Joey's Declaration

This is yet another story, story being the operative word, of a hot
teenage boy having sex with an adult male. It's all from my head, not
from real life, at least as far as I'm concerned. If you aren't supposed
to be reading this stuff for whatever reason then you should leave now.
Otherwise, forever hold your dick but as always, N-Joi
Hugs Tag_m

For more than 75 other Tag_m stories go to the prolific author link.


It was one of those bizarre circumstances, twists of fate, acts of God,
call it what you will. On the other hand, maybe it wasn't all that
strange. But as I watched the fourteen year old boy God walking toward
me, it hardly mattered what you called the situation that brought him to
my large motel room. He was dressed, if indeed dressed actually described
it, in a shorty t-shirt that barely covered his flat belly button. It was
black and had "just do it" in white lettering underneath a pair of
equally white stick figures, one bent over with the other standing close
in behind it. The standing stick had his hands on the other's hips and
overall it was a clear depiction of anal sex.

Beneath the shirt and barely covering what appeared to be some healthy
boyhood charms was a bikini style underwear in lime green. The satiny
fabric in front and back were held in place by the thin strand of an
elastic waistband and as far a fabric goes, I'd seen dinner napkins that
had more square inches to them. The front pouch was narrow and allowed
for plenty of pale skin between its edges and the boy hips, showing off a
good inch or two of pubic bone. While the pouch seemed pretty well filled
and barely able to keep the boy's charms in check there wasn't a sign of
any stray hairs which made me wonder if he trimmed or simply hadn't
matured yet; in the hair department that is cuz from what I could see the
rest seemed to be developed nicely.

While I hadn't seen the back of the boy while dressed that way I had seen
him plenty that day, the night before. At the reception that night he'd
been wearing a pair of black cotton pants that fit him like a glove and
showing off a tight and firm little ass that held the promise of being to
die for.

His name was Joey and he was the only boy child of one of my little
sister's best and oldest friends who'd popped out four girls before her
son was born. His father, Gerard, had been my best friend in high school
then my roommate through college. I'd introduced him to Joey's mother
during Christmas break of our freshman year of college and they'd married
the day after graduation and had their first child six months later. My
great grandmother would have said that the baby must have been born with
tennis shoes on in order to get there so much ahead of schedule.

Gerard and I had majored in geology, scored in the top two spots of our
graduating class and gone to work for the same oil company. Together, six
years before, we'd been among the first to be kidnapped in the Middle
East, a situation that had been covered up by the oil company and both
governments. I'd been present over the two weeks that Gerard had been
tortured and subsequently killed, losing two fingers on my right hand and
a toe from my left foot as well as numerous broken bones and internal
injuries in the process. I'd been allowed my freedom in order to explain
to the suits and higher ups what the stakes were going to be in the game
they were all playing.

I'd been sworn to secrecy about the entire affair and my bank account
swelled by some two million dollars. Between her husband's large
insurance policy and her payoff Candy received twice that. She never knew
how her husband died and I would never tell her.

My name is Jonah Joseph Stapleton and because Gerard hated his own name
his son had been sort of named after me; Joseph Jonah or Joey. Amazingly
Gerard's last name had also been Stapleton although we weren't even close
to being related.

I'd seen the boy quite a bit over the years so we knew each other very
well and had always gotten along even better. Unlike many adults I'd
shown plenty of interest in his various toys and action figures as he'd
grown up and had even played games with him on his bedroom floor, doing
battle in the way that boy's and action figures do. I'd performed all the
parental tasks when he was a baby, went to his sports events whenever I
could and was pretty much an additional father sometimes. For a variety
of reason's I hadn't seen Joey for a couple of years and Goddamn had he
grown up in the interim. The kid was a fucking hottie, pure and simple.

No more than five foot four Joey was slender without being skinny. His
medium brown hair was worn long, covering his ears, dangling into his
eyes and curling at the shoulder. It wasn't straight but had some body to
it, many of the ends starting to bend out so that if he grew it longer it
would have some definite wave to it. There were strands of three
different shades of blonde shot through it, the kind of coloring that was
natural and not professional. His hazel eyes were flecked with gold, were
quite large and dominated a narrow face with high prominent cheek bones.
His nose was a tad bit wide but nothing that detracted from him in any
way. Joey had perfectly shaped and very kissable lips that covered a pair
of front teeth that were a little larger than normal. The rest of his
ivories were seemingly normal in size but they weren't pressed in close
to each other and in the front were very slightly spaced. He truly was a
beautiful boy and the less than perfect features made him seem more real
and accessible than say another child whose beauty was so complete, so
total that many people seemed to be afraid to engage with them. Yep, Joey
was a little hottie all right.

How I'd come to find him in my motel room was quite simple. My sister's
youngest daughter was getting married and everyone was in town for
wedding. When they got to their hotel it seemed that the single room that
had been booked for her only son had been overbooked, Candy called my
sister for suggestions. My sister offered to let him share a room in her
home with a couple of cousins but Joey didn't know them and was rather
adamant about his mother finding other arrangements. That led to me being
called and subsequent housing arranged that met with Joey's enthusiastic
approval.

"I think this is going to work out very well Jonah," his mother told me
on the phone. "Joey's been having some difficulties in school and being a
little troublesome at home. Hell maybe he's gay but whatever it is
perhaps he'll take the opportunity to talk to you about it. You've always
been his favorite non family member you know." My ears perked up at the
gay comment and I wondered what or why she had chosen to make it. I
should state here that I came out in my freshman year of college, Gerard
finding me with another student in our room one night. He was totally
cool, never rejected me.

"You're my best friend dude," he said with a tear in his eye, "ya know?'
I did know and thanked him. Shortly after that I came out to my family,
who already knew or at least suspected, and from then on didn't do much
to hide my orientation although I didn't take out ads in the newspapers
either. I must say that working in the Middle East provided some
interesting experiences during the years I worked there. Some of those
young teenaged Arab boys were very talented and equally enthusiastic.

So, the night before the wedding I arranged to pick Joey up at his
mother's hotel and take him with me. I was driving my 55 t-bird, a show
quality car that I took on a road trip once a year during the month of
August. Joey had always loved the car and getting into it that night was
no different.

"Oh man Jonah I love this car so much. Can you leave it to me in your
will?" I looked at him askance. "Well, who else would you leave it too?"
Joey was also very well aware of my sexual orientation, knew that I had
no kids and only three nieces. I laughed and ruffled his mop-ish hair
telling him I'd think about it.

That night we sat side my side on the sofa in my suite and watched a
movie, both of us in boxers and t-shirts. When we went to bed that night
Joey kissed me on the lips, something he'd done all of his life when
saying goodnight or goodbye. I was a little startled but said nothing,
savoring the taste of the maturing boy. We lay facing each other.

"I've missed you being around Jonah and with my dad gone too it's been
kinda hard lately." I could hear the catch in Joey's voice and reached
out and touched his cheek. That was all it took. He melted into my arms
and began crying. I held him tightly, rubbing the back of his head and
down onto his smooth back, feeling the developing muscles of a fourteen
year old boy both front and back. I could also feel his cock pressed
close to mine and neither of us made any move to alter the situation.

I cooed into his ear telling him it was okay that everything was going to
be alright and that I was there for him. We stayed like that until he
calmed down, a good five minutes, and when he was okay he moved back but
only slightly. He rubbed his eyes.

"I seem to be doing that a lot lately." When I asked if he knew why he
shook his head saying he didn't have a clue. I suggested hormonal
changes, not having his dad or even me around much and at his age he
really needed male guidance. He said that was probably it. He yawned
hugely then kissed me again, this time with much more tenderness than. "I
really do miss you Jonah now that we live so far away. I wish there was
some way I could see you more often.' I kissed him back and said that I'd
do my damnedest to make it happen. He rolled over and backed into me,
clearly wanting to be held and I didn't deny him. I wrapped an arm around
his chest and he held it close to his body and pushed his slender little
butt firmly against me. His ass was definitely worth being pressed
against.

I woke in the middle of the night with pressure on my raging hard cock.
It wasn't unusual; I generally got up at least once during the night to
relieve a piss hard on. While it may have started as a piss hard on, that
wasn't what was stimulating Mr. one eye at the moment. I was lying on my
back and could feel Joey's hand as it explored my tumescent shaft, gently
using his fingers and moving up and down it slowly as though playing a
flute. I allowed my eyes to open very slowly to allow enough slit to see
by. The room was very dimly lit, a low watt bulb in the living room of
the suite providing the illumination. Joey was on his back, his hand down
inside his boxers and clearly jacking his own cock, although not
necessarily with an outcome in mind, just to stimulate himself in an
already stimulated situation.

I didn't move but allowed the boy to continue to explore me. There wasn't
much chance of me cumming and I knew that his adolescent curiosity was
what was driving him. I was quite surprised however when he stopped and
took my lax hand from where it rested on the bed between us then let it
rest on top of his rigid boner having moved his other hand out of the
way. I wanted desperately to feel the boy up, to see how big he was then
do to him what he wanted, which was to make him unload the sweet nectar
of his fourteen year old balls. I didn't do that however because I was
not absolutely sure of Joey's motivation. Had I known that it wasn't just
normal male curiosity I might have done something different but I didn't
know, any more than I knew when his father had done the same thing to me
during our junior year of high school when we'd spent one of our many
nights together and his house or mine.

I'd been one hundred percent positive that Gerard wasn't gay. We'd seen
each other naked a hundred times by virtue of gym class and showers after
games. We'd seen each fully hardened in the morning as one after the
other we staggered to the bathroom to relieve a swollen bladder and on
more than one occasion we stood side by side bent over with stiff cocks
held downward to piss a dark yellow stream into the toilet. Gerard and I
had even jacked off together, as best friends often do, more than a few
times throughout our high school years and more than once after dropping
off our dates for the night having scored nothing from them, not that I
was trying but Gerard had been.

Thinking back on that, remembering my best friends eight and a half
inches of teenage cock, I wondered if his son had inherited that
particular feature and he felt large enough where my fingers rested but
at that moment in time I refused to allow my fingers to flex and find the
definite answer to that question. Joey finally gently removed my hand and
slipped quietly out of bed and left the room although I did get a brief
glimpse of the protrusion at the front of his boxers. He went into the
living room, closing the door between us so I took the opportunity to
drop my boxers and jack off, lying at the very edge of the bed and
shooting a copious amount of sperm out onto the carpet as I thought about
what it would be like to be with Joey.

I loved boys although that part of my sexual orientation wasn't known, at
least by anyone but Gerard who fully understood that in the Mid East that
type of arrangement was quite common. I'd had my share of adult men in my
life as well and Gerard and his family had even met one or two of them
but my love was of teenage boys and Joey was a perfect specimen of what I
loved.

I finished off, wipe my oozing cock head with the edge of the bed cover
then pulled my underwear back up and lay on my side, drifting back off to
sleep just as Joey returned to the room. I was facing in that direction
and noticed that his underwear were hanging much more naturally.

Joey hung out with me all of the next day after checking in with his
mother. Needless to say all of the women were busy as only women can be
at this, their most desirous of ceremonies and the preparation thereof.
After our morning showers, Joey hung around in the living room wearing
only a large bath towel which at times almost gave up a view of his
boyhood charms. I was tempted to engage him in the kind of rough and
tumble tickling play that he'd loved as a boy but I thought that might be
a bit to over the edge as well as obvious although his behavior seemed to
become more flirty and even sexual. He'd even commented about liking to
be naked at home and asked if all guys felt that way so I confirmed his
suspicions. I finally asked him why he didn't just take the towel off and
be done with it.

"I don't want to shock you Jonah," he said with a smile.

"Why should I be shocked Joey? I've seen you a million times, washed your
little butt and dried off your penis." He smiled and said,

"I'm not a little boy any more Jonah, I grew up." I nodded toward the
slight bulge at the appropriate level of the towel.

"Yeah, that seems pretty obvious kiddo and I'm sure it pleases you to no
end." He nodded his head and said that most of the time it did. "Maybe
I'll show you before I leave."

"Then I'll have to show you mine," I retorted. He laughed and said that
he thought that was the idea.

Throughout the day Joey stayed physically close to me, found reasons to
touch me. Sometimes it was in making emphasis about something or to get
my attention. Other times it seemed to be done with purpose, once resting
his hand on my ass. Once he hugged me from behind, one of those moments
when people feel they need to be close to someone they care about.

During lunch he asked me if I'd ever been with a boy. I told him that
asking about things like that was kind of personal. He retorted by saying
that he was a personal kind of boy. He went on to inform me that he had
heard that in the Mid East and parts of Asia that men being with boys was
sort of accepted and common and since I'd spent a lot of time in that
part of the world, well. and he let it hang. I elected to not answer the
question, wondering where it was going and even hoping for a specific
direction. Joey gave me a look that said as far as he was concerned not
answering the question was in fact answering it and the answer was yes.

That afternoon we showered again and I was in the bedroom just lounging
when Joey got out, hair wet and messy, a towel draped around his narrow
hips. Like I had that morning I admired his body, the narrow chest
defined by creases between and beneath the pectoral muscles, small
nipples encircled by equally small areolas. His belly was flat but his
abs weren't yet solidly defined and the works sloped gently into his
pubic bone. The towel hung very low on his hips, on the verge of giving
up a fuzz shot and the front pushed out slightly where his young cock
hung.

"I'm surprised that towel stays in place Joey," I commented and the boy
laughed, his voice not yet deepening but working on it, and said that he
had lost towels before.

"Usually my hips and my big fat cock keep it in place though." I raised
an eyebrow, the doubting kind although I didn't doubt the kid was being
honest.

"What, you don't believe I have a big fat cock?"

"Well boys and men tend to brag," I told him.

"Yeah, I know. But I'm not." His back to me, Joey reached into his
suitcase and pulled out a pair of green and white striped briefs. He
undid his towel and went about drying his back and I could only imagine
his cock swaying in the wind. He looked over his shoulder and me, gave me
a mischievous grin then lowered the towel until his entire little ass was
showing.

"Do you think I have a nice butt Jonah?' he asked. Fuck the kid had a
dynamite ass, the pale globes protruding out from the small of his back,
his dusky cleavage begging to be peeled open to reveal the boy's core. It
was perfect; boy's butts just didn't get any better than Joey's.

"You have an incredible butt Joey," I told him, my voice unnaturally
soft. He thanked me then dropped the towel to the floor, grabbed his
underwear and proceeded to step into them, giving me a slight ball shot
as he did. Standing up and pulled them into place then went about the
process of arranging himself before turning to face me. Needless to say I
looked at the large bulge, and I mean to say it was large, his shaft
stretching out toward his right hip. And he didn't seem to be inflating
either so what I was looking at was a boy's cock in its default state.

"You may well be right," I said in a slightly husky voice. He got a
quizzical look on his smooth face.

"You may well have a big fat cock." He smiled.

"I told you," his said in a faux indignant tone, his large hazel eyes
twinkling and telling me he was playing with me. He nodded toward the
front of my boxers and said, "You don't look so small yourself Jonah." I
had started to inflate a little bit in the sexually charged atmosphere
but I simply shrugged my shoulders then he said with a grin,

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," then rubbed at the bulge of
his boyhood pride and joy.

"Maybe later, right now we have a wedding to go to."

"Promise?" he asked and I threw a pillow at him.

Joey stayed by my side the entire night and seemed even more attentive
that he had during the day. I didn't read anything into that but simply
put it off to his needing a male in his life and the fact that we had
both warmed back up to the way our relationship had been before.

After the reception we headed back to the hotel and Joey asked if he
could take another shower.

"You can take as many showers as you want Joey." It was afterwards that
he came out of the bedroom dressed, or un, in as I stated in the
beginning of the story. As I said, the pouch of the lime green underwear
barely kept the boys stuff from view, one that I was all but dying to
see. He smiled at me then turned to get a glass of water from the small
sink at the bar. The cloth at the back of the underwear barely covered
his crack, an expanse of flesh exposed on both sides. It was actually
hotter seeing him like that than that afternoon when I'd seen his ass
fully exposed. I was sitting in a large over stuff arm chair as Joey
turned and headed into the room.

"I remember when you used to hold me in that big chair at our house." I
nodded my head and he asked in a quiet voice,

"Am I too big to hold now?" I opened my arms.

"A boy is never to big to be held baby boy." He came to me and climbed
onto my lap and curled up like a cat, his head lying in the crook of my
arm which in turn was lying on the arm rest.

"I used to love it when you called me baby boy. It made me feel so good."
I used my other hand to push the hair from his face and he gently pushed
into my hand, almost like a cat might do. I continued to rub at his
smooth face using the back of my fingers and stared down onto him.

"I like making you feel good Joey."

"You always did," he responded, his eyes open for a moment then closing
again. "You always rubbed my back and shoulders and stuff." Not sure if
that was a clue or not and not caring, I slid my hand up under the t-
shirt and gently ran my hand up and down his back.

"I miss this so much Jonah," he said quietly. "I've missed you so much
sometimes that I cried at night." I leaned down and kissed his forehead,
my heart going out to the boy.

"I'm so sorry Joey, I didn't know. I promise we'll start doing things
together. I've missed you too and I've missed doing all the stuff we used
to do." I continued to rub his back, my hand moving down to the waistband
of his underwear, fingertips sliding beneath the elastic.

"I remember you used to rock me and pat my butt when I was falling
sleep." Another clue? I took it as such and gently patted Joey's ass as
well as rubbed slightly on the firm cheeks. I felt myself getting hard
and hoped I could contain my erection between my legs. I really didn't
want Joey to know how I was responding to the situation and I wasn't sure
why exactly. Was it because I didn't want him to get freaked out or, was
it because I was afraid that he'd want to go further and then what. He
was the son of my best friend after all and even though I might have
dreamed of being sexual with him over the past day, thinking it and doing
it were two different things.

I continued to rub his butt and his back and the boy seemed to almost
purr at the attention. I looked down at his exposed neck, looked at the
soft crook where neck met shoulder.

"Know what else I remember baby boy?" I asked and he said what. For an
answer I leaned my head and put my lips against the soft warm flesh of
his neck and kissed him then nuzzled my lips there. Joey gasped audibly
and moved his hand up to my head to hold me there. I kissed and nuzzled
and even sucked at the soft flesh and Joey moaned in pleasure and I heard
a mumbled,

"Yes." I knew then that it was going to happen and I knew that Joey
wanted it as much as I did. I let my legs open enough for my cock to rise
and push against the boy's hip letting him know that we were on the same
page. I moved my mouth up slightly and breathed in his ear.

"Oh God Jonah," Joey moaned as he turned his lower body into a little
more upright position., his hand pulling me in tighter to his head. I
licked at his ear, took the entire thing into my mouth and sucked it,
letting my tongue explore the sensitive inner part. My hand moved to his
front and moved up to his chest where I rubbed his nipple then tweaked
it, bringing blood to the little nubbin of flesh and hardening it and
causing Joey to gasp even more. I could feel his little heart beating a
hundred miles and hour, a clear indication of what was happening in his
young boy's body.

He pulled his head from mine and looked into my eyes, his eyes full of
lust as well as trust, then he raised his head and pressed his lips
against mine and shoved his tongue against my lips. I opened up and
allowed his tongue inside where it met mine and the two pieces of flesh
engaged in the time honored dance. Joey reached up under his shirt and
took my hand then moved it down and pressed it against his fully hardened
cock where I automatically grasped onto his flesh. He inhaled deeply at
my touch.  The boy was definitely his father's son. My fingers slipped in
under the fabric and I felt him, felt the warm firmness of him and the
soft nest of hair.

I needed the visual; I needed to see the boy so broke off the kiss and
looked down. His cock was pushing at the fabric so I used a couple of
fingers and pulled him out, freeing up his more than respectable young
hard cock. I stroked him, squeezed him, felt his boyhood pride and joy,
earning a gasp as I did it. I let my hand fall away from his cock and
move down to cup his sperm makers through the silky fabric of his
underwear then moved back to his cock once again reveling in the firmness
of him.

I looked back down into his face then leaned down and kissed him again, a
mouth open deep throated kiss. When we broke off his mouth went to my
neck where he kissed me, the moved up to my ear where he tugged gently on
my ear lobe with his teeth.

"Love me please Jonah. I need you to love me," he moaned. Without a word
I slipped my arm under his legs and stood up then carried him to the
bedroom and lay him gently down. The boy really was light as a feather.
I sat next to him at the edge of the bed and looked down on his body, the
lime green cloth hiding only his balls and the base of his cock which,
for all purposes, looked magnificent as it stretched out toward his hip.
I reached out, hooked my fingers into the waistband and maneuvered it
over his dick then slid everything down to his knees and then all the way
off, the simply looked at all that made him a boy.

I was about seven and three quarters inches when fully engorged and the
boy lying in front of me was at least that, his flesh stretched up to his
belly button. His balls hung loosely at the base of his magnificent cock,
wrinkled with a slight amount of hair growing at the top where it started
but segued into a smooth hairless sac where his eggs were held, one
slightly lower than the other. As I'd surmised, his hair was a tight nest
of dark brown curls that was restricted mostly to the base of his dick,
although it was somewhat high as well. Close inspection revealed that he
wasn't shaving, it was natural. The boy was incredible although his boy
stuff looked a little unnatural on such a diminutive body but, like his
father, he'd grow into it.

"I grew up huh Jonah?" he asked as he tugged his t-shirt up to his neck.
I nodded my head.

"You sure as hell did. You're magnificent Joey, truly magnificent."

"Let me see you. Take your underwear off," he told me as a hand absently
squeezed his rock hard young cock then played with his balls. I stood up
and unceremoniously pulled my boxers down below my nuts then shoved them
all to the floor allowing my own hard cock to pop out like a cock in the
box.

"You too Jonah," he said softly, "you're pretty nice yourself." I knelt
on the bed and Joey moved over for me and I lay down next to him.

"Let's get this off," I said taking hold of the t-shirt and together we
got him naked as the day he was born. I leaned down and kissed him then
keeping our lips together, slid down so that I was lying next to him. We
kissed, open mouthed, tongue battling, and nostrils flaring while hands
explored each other's body. Joey went straight for my cock and felt me up
and down, gently squeezing and stroking then cupping and tugging on my
own equally smooth balls. Not naturally smooth of course. Joey was the
first to break the kiss.

"I want to suck on your cock," he whispered. "I been dying to suck you
for two days. Well, years actually." That surprised me and we would talk
about his sexual infatuation for me later. I rolled onto my back and Joey
slid down on the bed then draped his upper body across mine. I felt him
take hold of me then the warmth of his mouth as he took my cock head
inside. It was like an electric jolt at first and that wasn't caused just
from having my cock sucked. I'd had more boys suck my dick that you can
imagine. No, it was about Joey, that's what did it. I relaxed and enjoyed
the feelings that were ripping through my body. My hand moved down and
rubbed his side and hip as he worked on me and judging from the job he
was doing, it seems as though my cute young boy had been down that road
before. He cupped and played with my balls as he suckled me even going so
far as to run a finger down along my perineum although he stopped quite
short of my asshole.

Joey finally took my cock from his mouth and went about licking all over
the swollen head then putting just the head back into his mouth and
moving his lips back and forth over the sensitive rim. A few minutes of
that and he stopped, turned back around and came back up into my arms for
more deep throated kissing.

"I love your cock Jonah," he said. I love how it looks and how it feels
in my mouth and my hand." He said this while paying much attention to
that which he professed his love for. I kissed him again.

"So, I don't want to pry but it seem as though you've had some experience
at oral sex. He shook his head.

"Nope, this is my first time. It's just that I've seen plenty of pictures
and movies on the internet and there's a web site that has tons of
stories and some authors are very descriptive so I was just sort of
following directions." I nodded my head.

"Well turn about is fair play and I'm dying to put my mouth down here," I
said, squeezing his dick for emphasis. He smiled and went to his back and
I slid down to pay homage to his boyhood charms and charming they were. I
took hold of him and stroked him and began by licking instead of sucking.
His swollen head was shiny from his leaking precum and I wanted to taste
him. Like virtually all precum I've tasted, Joey's was pretty much sticky
and that's it. I cleaned the entire silky surface however then slipped my
lips down over the head. I jacked his thick cock while I bobbed my head
on his head, avoiding any of the shaft for the time being.

"Oh fuck Jonah that feel so good," he moaned, his hands in my hair and
his slender hips undulating slightly. I let my hand fall and pressed into
his balls, pushing them against his crotch and getting a moan. I cupped
and tugged on his sperm makers and almost feel the boy honey inside
queuing up for ejaculation. I then elected to give him is first every
full on blow job and sunk my head down until my chin touched his nuts and
my cheek was in his pubic hair. The boy was a mouthful, no doubt about
it, but one that I could handle. It took about four bobs like that, my
throat muscles squeezing his swollen cock head before he moaned out.

"Fuck you're gonna make me cum Jonah."

Well now, that was the goal after all wasn't it. Knowing the capacity and
recovery rate of teenage boys I knew darn well that Joey could cum now
and most likely again within fifteen minutes if that was required of his
adolescent body. I also knew that he could do it willingly. I took my
mouth from him long enough to tell him my plan then went back to sucking
on his cock, reveling in the feelings of it in my mouth and on my tongue.
Joey's panting became more rapid, the contractions of his belly muscles
more intense and I knew that he was very close. Once again I removed
Joey's wonderful cock from my mouth and jacked him off.

I love the taste of a young boy's sperm but I also loved to watch boy's
squirt. I remembered well the first time that I'd cum at the hands of the
obligatory older boy. Having my hard young dick touched by someone else
for the first time had been incredible and when I finally came it was the
first time that I'd shot sperm to my neck which in itself almost
overshadowed the other feelings.

I lay beside the boy stroking him, my eyes watching his smooth young
balls rise and fall in tandem with my hand as well as watching the
emotions play across his equally smooth face. It didn't take very long
until he groaned, thrust his hips off the bed, and his cock thickened in
my hand and erupted. I was not disappointed in the least.

The first volley of white goo was more of a spit that didn't contain a
lot of liquid but it did end up between his nipples. Two and three were
large amounts of cum in five or six inch streaks that seemed to hang in
the air like a 747 coming in for a landing before splattering on Joey's
heaving chest. I swore afterwards that I could have reached out and
snagged his sperm right out of the air. The next three jets were small in
liquid and shorter in distance and from then on it was simply globs of
whiteness that oozed out of his swollen head and down across my fingers
where the ongoing action sort of flung some of the stuff onto his belly.

Joey had relaxed back onto the bed, his hands gripping the bed covers as
his fourteen year old body started the slow return to normal. Well almost
normal since he most likely would retain his erection for quite a while.
He'd also want to make me cum, see how much sperm an adult male could
make. It was the nature of a young teenage boy caught up in a fog of
hotness. It was also the nature of my body to take forever to cum when
someone else was jacking me off, even if it was a boy as hot and sexy as
Joey. I started the process, grasping onto the shaft just below the head
and stroking myself.

"Wait Jonah, I wanna watch but I need to clean my cum off," the boy said
then rolled off of the bed and went into the bathroom and returned,
wiping himself down with a hand towel as he walked. His still fully hard
cock bobbed in the air as he moved providing me with a wonderful visual.

He climbed on the bed and did the obvious, asking if he could jack me off
so I explained the problem but told him he could finish me if he wanted
and of course, he wanted. He asked if there was something he could do. I
could think of a hundred or things and maybe someday, the spirits
willing, we'd experience them together but for then I told him if he
turned around I could play with his dick and he would play with my balls.
He actually draped himself across my thigh facing me with his upper body
sort of between my spread out legs. I handled his stuff with the two
fingers and thumb of my right hand, once again loving the warm firmness
of his boyhood. His nuts hung down onto his thigh, puddled there, begging
to be felt. I heard their plea and rescued them, fondling the wonderful
eggs.

Joey was doing the same to me, cupping and tugging on my large balls and
before I knew it he began tea bagging me, licking the sac and moving the
oval orbs around with his tongue. His eyes were closed and judging from
the low moans coming from his throat along with the easy thrusting of his
hips, I guessed that the boy was loving what he was doing.

All things considered it didn't take me long to get where Joey and I
wanted me to be and I told him that. When I got to the edge I let go and
the boy took over, grasping onto my shaft and stroking me as though it
were his own. His grip was very firm and his stroke was sure and steady.

"Here it is baby boy, here it is," I moaned out. My fingers and thumb
went ballistic, feeling on Joey's smooth nuts as my own tingled and then
let loose with their nectar. We both watched as my dick erupted, seven
jets in total splattering my chest and belly before my cum just oozed out
and down over Joey's fingers. I was a little surprised at both the amount
and distance considering that I'd cum barely twenty four hours before.

"Wow that's a lot of sperm Jonah," the cute young teen said as he
continued to milk my pulsing dick. It finally ended and he rolled away
from me then grabbed the hand towel and went about cleaning me off and
being very gentle with my swollen dick head. Done, he tossed the towel on
the floor and crawled back up into my arms.

"That was so much fun Jonah. I been wanting to do that forever it seems
like." I kissed his cheek and told him I understood. He pulled his head
back and looked into my eyes.

"No, I mean with you, not just anybody. I been wanting to do stuff with
you since I was like, eight or so. You must not remember all the times I
touched your dick when we were wrestling around and stuff. I always tried
to make it look like an accident. Remember when you used to dry me after
my bath and sometimes I'd get all hard and stuff. I was dying for you to
touch me there and I was dying to see your cock, to see how big it was
and stuff." He leaned in and kissed me. "I been hot for you for a long
time my sweet man." He snuggled his head into the crook of my neck and
shoulder and I held him, running my hand up and down his back and not
shying away from his delectable butt. I was very aware of our hard cocks
pressed side by side together.

I thought back to all the time I'd spent with Joey but none of what he'd
just told me came to mind. I must have written it off at the time as
normal and or accidental behaviors.

"So now what baby boy? Where do you want to go from here?" He didn't
hesitate one bit.

"I want to do it all Jonah. I want to keep sucking your cock and have you
suck mine, at the same too like in a sixty nine. I want to taste your
cum, I want your warm sperm on my face, I want learn how to rim and
mostly I want you to fuck me and maybe even fuck you."

"That's a pretty big Christmas list there kiddo," I said with a chuckle,
thinking that it pretty well matched my own wish list. "Do you think we
can accomplish it all in the next few days?"

"If we start right now we can," he said seriously. "Or I can come live
with you."  That shocked the living shit out of me and because my hand
stopped moving on his body Joey could tell. He rolled away from me.

"Wouldn't it be great Jonah? We could do stuff all the time if we wanted.
And I'd be a good boy, honest." Joey wasn't quite pleading with me but it
wasn't far off.

"Are you suggesting that we become full time lovers baby boy?" he nodded
his head. The look on my face gave the impression that I must have been
less thrilled with the idea than my young lover was although that wasn't
the case at all. I was busy problem solving it.

"Wouldn't you like that Jonah?" he asked, a tone of concern in his voice,
"or maybe you don't want a kid around that much." I pulled him to me and
held him for a moment.

"And your mother Joey, what do you suppose she might have to say about
that?" He shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know. I've been kind of giving her a hard time so she might
actually agree with it. We can always ask though can't we? Can we Jonah,
can we ask?"

"We can," I replied after a pause, "but lets see how the next day or two
go, okay. Let me handle it though, okay, who knows she might even suggest
it." He nodded his head. We stayed like for only a moment before Joey
moved away from me.

"I guess we might as well start doing the other stuff then," he said with
a mischievous grin then turned around. I slid down on the bed to
accommodate him and as soon as his rock hard cock was in my face I began
loving it again, using my tongue and lips. Joey was doing the same with
me, holding my cock and sucking on it while he slowly stroked me. Because
he was on his side, his balls hung down onto his thigh again so I licked
at them and that gave me yet another idea. I reached over and pulled on
his top leg, encouraging the boy to roll over. That done, he was in one
my most favorite positions; face down, legs spread, balls resting in a
puddle on my chest and his dusky crack almost in my face, barely hiding
the core of him.

I raised my head and licked that the soft smooth folds of his sac as it
hung from it's beginning at his asshole and the boy moaned and wiggled
his tight little ass at the intense feelings. I was glad to hear that
he'd wanted to rim because rimming a young teenage boy has got to be one
of the great pleasures of sex, at least for me. With both hands free, I
put them on his hips and gently encouraged him to push his butt backwards
toward my face and he readily complied. I peeled his butt cheeks open and
gazed lovingly at the center of him; a pink and wrinkled muscle that had
but one or two hairs starting to grow. I leaned in and my tongue snaked
out and took a swipe at him. After that I simply buried my face in his
warmth and ate my way to ecstasy.

"Oh fuck Jonah," Joey moaned out after about thirty seconds. He kept
pressing his ass back as if to force my tongue up inside his tight little
hole, which coincidently, had been my goal as well. His waist was high
enough off my chest so that I could reach beneath him and stroke his
cock, an undulating motion on his part helping to encourage things by
fucking into my tightened fist.

I love cumming and I love rimming and every so often I get to cum while
I'm rimming a hot young boy and for me, it's almost a good as when my
cock is buried deep inside a boys ass. I felt that beginning to happen.
Joey was doing his best to suck my cock, taking time out when his mouth
got sore to lick at the head and the shaft then returning to sucking me.
The familiar feelings started and I took my mouth from Joey's puckered
oyster to tell him I was close to cumming. He redoubled his efforts and
licking sucking and stroking and I did the same. Joey came first.

I heard the moans, felt the pushing of his cock into my hand and knew
that the boy was there. I pushed my tongue as far into his muscle as I
could and put an iron grip on his nail hard cock.

"Ooh god," he cried out and held my cock against his smooth face as he
jacked me off. I felt his asshole twitch against my tongue and it took my
over the edge. I felt my cock thicken and the release of the first jet of
cum then Joey's mouth cover my cock and capture the rest of them. It took
a moment but I finally felt the warmth of his young sperm as it poured
out onto my chest. We both continued to stroke and leak and eventually it
all came to an end.

Joey rolled off of me and lay on his back, both of us absently fondling
our stuff. "Jesus that was intense as all hell," he informed me, his
belly heaving as he worked to catch his breath. "Your cum has a sort of
different taste to it Jonah. I can't say exactly what but just
different." How well I knew that, having swallowed more than a few
gallons of boy cum over my lifetime. "I read that having your butt hole
licked felt good but that was awesome. I can't believe how good it feels.
Is it fun doing it too?" He didn't wait for an answer but commented that
it must cuz it sure felt like I was having a good time in there. Indeed,
I was. I always do.

Joey's cum was cooling on my chest and beginning to run to the sides so I
told him I was going to take a quick shower. He offered to join me saying
that he was still a little sticky from his first squirt out.

Fortunately the suite's bathroom had a separate tub and shower, the
latter having plenty of room for the two of us and it was there that I
taught the adorably cute teen about the meaning shower play. When I
washed his genitals and asshole the boy returned to a fully aroused state
so it wouldn't do but what I had to drop to my knees and suck his cock
after rinsing the soap off. I cupped and fondled his smooth balls as I
deep throated him and if he hadn't finally pulled his raging dick from my
mouth I probably would have tasted a full load of his sperm. Like most
young teens, Joey did to me what I'd done to him, the only difference
being that he wanted to rim me. I wasn't about to disappoint the boy.

I bent over and leaned against the shower wall and Joey got onto the
shower floor behind me. He peeled my cheeks open to reveal a puckered
hole as smooth as his own. He commented on that, got the answer that I
shaved, then wasted no time getting his face in there and tongue bathing
the sensitive muscle. He even ventured down onto the folds of my bag,
licking the smooth skin and moving the eggs around in the air.  I love
rimming and getting rimmed and in no time at all Joey had my heat level
up to boil over. I pulled away from him and as soon as he stood up he
melted into my arms. I gotta say, there isn't much that's more fun in the
world than having a wet squirming boy in your arms.

"That was cool Jonah, I really like doing it. I'd never have thought
licking an asshole could be so hot." I agreed with him, running my hands
up and down his wet back and onto the glorious globes of his glutes. I
reached around in front and grasped onto his stone hard cock and squeezed
him.

"I'm thinkin that I'd like to have this in my ass."

"Serious?' he asked me with a big smile. I nodded my head so twelve and a
half minutes later we were on my bed with my legs pulled back. We'd dried
quickly and I showed him how to prep a guy before fucking him. Part of
how I did that was to slip a lubed finger up inside Joey's tight little
hole.

"Fuck I love that spot in there," he moaned as I rubbed against his
prostate. I wasn't surprised that he'd already done at least some
exploration into the region. I doubt that one out of a hundred boys
hasn't at some point in their young teenage lives. After a few delicious
moments of my finger exploration I had him do the same to me, working up
to two fingers. And then the time came for the cute young teen to lose
his virginity.

I loved having a young teen fuck me. I knew well the intensity of the
feelings that he was going through, much more intense that what I felt as
thirty plus year old male. Being a boy's first fuck was even more intense
for me and as I watched my little hottie get into position I felt my
heart pick of speed.

I held my legs back as he knelt before me, felt the warmth of his swollen
cock head against my hole then the pressure of his trying to get inside.
He pushed harder and I relaxed even more and then in a flash Joey was
inside of me.

"Go ahead baby boy, put it all the way in," I moaned to him and five
seconds later the boy was buried as far inside of me as he was likely to
get, his hairs touching my thighs and his balls resting just below my
asshole.

"How does that feel?" I asked him and the boy looked at me with a smile,
his eyes half lidded due to the feelings of lust roaring through his
virginal body.

"Incredible. Should I go ahead and do it now, should I fuck you Jonah?"
he asked, his voice deepened from the feelings he was experiencing.

"Yeah baby, fuck me good." Fuck me good Joey did. Despite having cum
twice in less than forty five minutes I didn't expect the boy to last
very long. That first fuck, that first time of having your hot hard ultra
sensitive young cock buried in a tight hole generally takes a boy to the
sperming stage in a very short period of time. However young Joey
surprised me, lasting a good five minutes before his smooth balls
unloaded their boy honey for the third time of the evening.

Joey started the motion, pulling half way out then sliding back inside of
me, his eyes glued to his dick as if to make sure it was really
happening. He finally raised his head and looked at me, the feelings of
lust very clear on his smooth face. I had him put his hands under my legs
and push backwards, giving him a different angle, one that would be
better for both of us. Without being told Joey picked up speed and moved
his slender little butt, going into me a little more from the sides. He
dropped his waist a little bit, causing his cock to move against the top
of my bowels, all the time his balls smacking against my ass. It was at
that point that I gave serious thought to pressing the issue with his
mother about the boy living with me. Playing sexy with the hot young
thing on a regular basis seemed to me to be the epitome of life.

"I'm gonna cum soon," Joey panted so I took hold of my cock and began
jacking off. I could control my ejaculation very well and so intended to
cum along with the boy, the event taking place less than a minute later.

"Oh fuck Jonah, oh fuck," he groaned and I felt his cock thicken against
the walls of my rectum. Some guys say they can't feel cum when it's
deposited inside their bodies and some guys can. I'm one of the cans and
as soon as his dick swelled up I felt the warmth of his nectar as it left
his body and entered mine. I jacked furiously and by the third squirt of
his sperm my own body was reacting causing my asshole to constrict
against his cock each time I squirted.

"Oh shit oh God," Joey cried out, the mixed look of pain, pleasure and
awe etching his face. I'd caused him to have a double orgasm, I was sure
of it. Joey finally slowed down and stopped while my own cock moved to
the oozing stage.

"Let my legs down baby then lay down on me," I told him. A moment later I
had the warmth of his body pressed fully against mine. We kissed, long
and deep then he lay his head on my shoulder. I rubbed his back and down
onto his butt, pulling the cheeks open and closed as I kneaded them and
keeping the boy inside of me for as long as I could. I had no doubt that
he would return to his default state, his cock finally softening and
slipping out of me. Two minutes later it happened and we both moaned at
the loss. Once again we lay side by side holding each other until my
cooling cum forced us to the shower.

"How long have you known you were gay Jonah," he asked later as we lay in
the bed, soft light from the living room allowing for a small degree of
visibility. I told him I pretty much knew since I was eight or nine and
he said it was the same for him, although he didn't really know the word
gay or what his attraction to boys and me was all about.

"I think I've loved you even longer even though I didn't know what that
was about either. If I could live with you, even for a short time, it
would be like a dream come true," he told me. I held him close, all but
stunned by his revelation. I'd had plenty of boy lovers but none on a
long term basis and never as a live in. Now that I wasn't in the throes
of lust and heightened sexual awareness I had to question whether or not
I was ready for that or even Joey for that matter. An intimate loving
relationship was not something that fourteen year olds had a clue about
but I wasn't about to debate that with at that moment. We'd have to play
things and out, see where they went, and if more discussion was needed,
which was probable, then so be it. In that thought process I realized
that I was ready for Joey to be a live in lover.

We fell asleep in each others arms and I woke up with Joey spooned to me,
his breathing soft in my ear. My cock was pounding with the need to piss
so I gently removed myself and took care of that ablution then headed to
the living room to make coffee. It was about seven forty five and I was
into my third cup of coffee when the phone rang and I answered it to hear
Candy's voice.

"I'm betting that you're still and early riser Jonah," she said, "and
since Joey isn't I figured we might be able to talk without his little
ears burning." I agreed with her but said I needed to close the door
between the bedroom and living room.

"So, how's he doing? Has he talked to you at all?" she asked when I
returned. I told her that he had and gave her a very slight overview
leaving his sexual orientation out of the story but she asked anyway. I
dodged by telling her that wasn't my place to say one way or the other
and that was something she'd need to ask her son. Having known me for so
many years Candy accepted the statement at face value without reading
anything into it.

"Overall we're having a great time Candy. I think having a positive male
role model in his life right now is very good for him."

"I agree which is why I've been looking into military schools for him." I
was shocked by the statement and asked if she was serious. She was. She
was having a difficult time handling Joey and with two teenage girls in
the house there was more than enough drama. She was worried about his
getting involved with alcohol or other drugs. She was worried that she
simply wouldn't be able to control him.

"I understand your concerns Candy but I don't think military or any other
private school is the answer. I would like to suggest an alternative
solution," I said and when she asked what that was I told her.

"I think it would benefit him greatly, we get along terrifically, you
know I have the time and energy for him and money isn't an object. We can
try it for a school year and reevaluate the situation next June. He'd be
free to come home as often as the two of you wanted and frankly I'm
rather bored right now. I can stand a challenge, not that I believe for a
second that Joey would be a challenge but it would certainly be a
change."  She didn't answer for a moment but when she did her voice was
soft.

"Do you mean that Jonah? I mean, I really don't want to send him away to
a school but I'm at a loss for what to do. Having him live with you does
seem to be the best solution, at least for now." I agreed with her then
asked her if it was okay if I discussed it with Joey to see how he felt
about it. I promised not to bring up anything about her considering
sending him away for that would accomplish nothing positive.  She gave me
permission and we agreed to meet for an early lunch around eleven.

I had more coffee then adjourned to the water closet for my second
ablution of the morning, took a quick shower, then went into the bedroom
and lay down next to Joey who was sprawled out on the bed in one of the
most erotic positions I can imagine. He was face down, arms wrapped
around a pillow with one leg straight and the other bent at the knee and
brought up toward his waist. He glorious ass was in full view and his
balls were resting on the bed in a puddle of soft hairless skin, the
folds reaching upward to his hole where it all began. His dusky crack
barely covered his inner secret place and even though I'd been there
already it still made my dick start to harden. Fuck if I had to wake up
to that every morning I'd die a happy man.

He rolled over in his sleep so I got the full unobstructed view of  the
front side, his large cock fully hard and pulsing gently with each beat
of his resting heart. His balls, warm from the covers and sleep, hung
loosely in their smooth sac, the eggs a tempting target for my fingers
and tongue. He was, overall, a gorgeous boy and I felt my heart lurch as
I watched him, a picture of innocence with young adulthood right around
the corner. I felt myself begin to choke up a little bit so rose from the
bed and returned to the living room to read and watch CNN.

I heard Joey get up a little after ten and go to the bathroom. He came
into the living room afterwards, glorious in his naked boyhood, his cock
almost fully returned to its default state, the head looking at the
floor. He stood in front of the chair I was sitting in, hands on his hips
then swiveled those slender hips causing his cock to swing around. I put
my paper down and opened my arms in invitation then cuddled him once he'd
settled into my lap. He was still warm from the bed and I reveled in the
touch of his skin against mine.

Joey reached up and kissed me then relaxed back and put a hand on my
chest, found a nipple and began playing with it, not so idly either.

"You wanna play a little bit? Or a lot?" he asked. I rubbed his butt, a
finger trailing lightly along his gluteal cleavage.

"I'd love to but we have to meet your mother for lunch in forty minutes."
He gave me a pouting look. "I have an idea though and encouraged him to
get off my lap and follow me into the bedroom where I bade him lie on the
bed. I began fondling him, bringing the boy to full tumescence in less
than a minute. I then grabbed my lube, slathered a hand and took hold of
his rigid warm flesh. I began stroking him, sliding my fist up and down
over his swollen cock head. I pulled down on his balls, tightening his
skin and thus making him that much more sensitive and causing him to gasp
and moan as I brought him to an earth shattering climax. He was "aww-ing"
and "ohh-ing" as I kept my hand on the thick shaft and encouraged his
balls to give up five or six volley's of fresh squeezed sperm before he
slowed to an ooze and relaxed his body on the bed sheets. I continued to
milk him then let go, his cock resting on the puddle of cum on his belly.

"We really need to get going baby boy so if you need to shower you better
get to it." He pouted at me again then rolled off the bed and went to do
his duty. He came back six minutes later, drying himself as he walked,
cock and balls moving as he moved. I was already dressed and ready to go
so sat in a chair and watched Joey do the same. I loved watching a boy
put his underwear on or take it off, finding somehow erotic.

"So are you gonna talk to my mom about me living with you Jonah?" I
hemmed and hawed, making like I'd changed my mind earning myself as an
almost grief stricken look from him. My heart went out to him for teasing
him like that.

"I already spoke with her this morning." That got his attention.

"And?"

"I brought it up and well, she agreed." I didn't get any further because
Joey was in my arms, hugging me and thanking me and hugging me some more.
I finally got him to disengage and we stood there looking at each other.
I explained that we'd try it for a year and reassess next June when
school was out. He'd be going home for holidays or whenever he wanted to
visit.

"Meanwhile you need to get dressed," and as he turned I swatted him on
his tight little butt. Ten minutes later we were headed out the door and
the beginning of a whole new adventure.