Date: Fri, 25 May 2007 20:43:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: Loving Kristoff II

When I came out of the shower Kris had rolled onto his belly with one leg
pulled up at the knee. I stood and stared at his glorious eight year old
boy's butt, the fleshy orbs pushing out from his lower back like a pair
of globes. They were separated by his dusky crack, opened wide enough to
not quite give up his puckered core. His smooth young balls rested on the
bed between his silky thighs, the folds of skin attached just below where
his little hole was hidden away. This particular view was one of my all
time favorites and I'd never tired of seeing the guys I'd been with posed
in such a manner. I never even considered that I'd ever see a preteen boy
like this but I had and I loved it. I wanted to go right over and peel
the boy open like a shrimp and feast on his smooth wrinkled butt hole and
the underside of his little boy nuts and drive him crazy with lust.

But I didn't. Instead I tugged on fresh boxers, grabbed another cup of
coffee in the kitchen and padded down the hall to my office to get some
work done. That's where Kris found me a half hour later. He came through
the door and headed toward me, his glorious body still naked, his cocklet
in its default state and bobbing as he walked. The smile on Kris's
beautiful face told me that I was the best thing that he could see right
then.

"Morning baby boy," I said, spinning my chair away from my desk. Kris
took that as an invitation and after kissing me good morning, began
crawling up into my lap. I had to make some adjustments for the little
guy and it only took a moment before he was curled up in my lap, arms
around my neck with his head resting on my shoulder. I had one arm
wrapped around his waist and the other under his slender little butt to
support him. The way he sat, his balls had dropped between his legs so
were resting against the underside of my palm. That didn't go unnoticed,
by either of us.

"Your warm hand feels good against my balls uncle Mark," Kris observed
not seeing any reason to move. As tempted as I was to gently squeeze the
future sperm makers I didn't. I wasn't prepared to instigate anything
sexual with the boy although I was willing to play along behind his lead.
And Kris was ready to lead.

"I really liked what we did last night," he said softly, "I want to do it
some more. Can we Uncle Mark, can we do that stuff again. I really liked
how you made me feel and your sperms squirting out was so cool to watch."
I felt my cock start to inflate as I listened to Kris, the memories of
the night before flooding my brain.

"You're getting a boner uncle Mark, I can feel it," the God in my lap
observed. Kris moved just enough so that his soft smooth nuts rested
fully into my hand and out of reflex I squeezed them gently causing Kris
to moan slightly. "I think I like having my balls played with and pulled
on uncle Mark, is it like that for you too?" I nodded my head, noticing
in the process that Kris's little cocklet was at full stand, the blue
veined shaft all but quivering in the air.

Kris moved his hand down onto the protrusion in my boxer and the feel of
his little hand as he gripped me sent a flood of warmth through my body.
Once again I was surprised at myself for responding to an eight year old
boy the way that I was.

"Can we go back to your bed Mark," Kris whispered and I could only nod my
head. Holding onto the cuddly bundle of boy, I stood up and padded back
up the hall to the master bedroom and lay him gently on the bed. Kris
played with his raging young cock while attentively watching me drop my
boxers, seven plus inches of fully hard adult male cock all but leaping
out to greet the boy.

"I can't believe how big your cock is uncle Mark," he said, reaching out
to grasp onto the stiffened shaft. I let the boy play with me as my
boxers dropped to the floor and I stepped out of them, bringing myself
right up to the edge of the bed. "How big is it?" he asked and when I
told him he just sighed and said he hoped that his cock got that big. I
assured him that I thought it would.

I crawled over him, Kris continuing to hold my cock and turning onto his
side as I lay on the bed next to him. I reached over and took hold of the
boy's raging little boner and squeezed it a few times before stroking
him, sliding the foreskin back and forth over his cock head. Foreskins
kind of amaze me a little. I mean the hole is often so tiny but stretches
out to accommodate the width of the head and then the thickened cock
shaft. In my sexual life I'd not had a whole lot of experience with uncut
guys so being with Kris was a learning experience for me on a variety of
levels.

"Will you make me cum again Mark?" the little boy asked me, his deep blue
eyes looking into my face with longing.

"How about if you do it Kris?" He said he didn't know how, which might be
sort of true. "Well sweet boy you have to learn sometime and now's a good
time to start. Most boys, use a thumb and one or two fingers," told him,
"like this." I grasped him thusly and stroked a few times. "When boys are
uncircumcised, like you are, sometimes they will pull their foreskin down
and not keep sliding it back and forth of the head. Sometimes a boy's
cock dries out inside the foreskin so jacking off like that could be a
little painful." I showed him what I meant as I went along. "Other boys
might slide the skin back and forth over the head while others might keep
their cock head completely covered and just moved their finger back and
forth on the head." I showed him that technique as well. Despite my lack
of true experience I'd seen plenty of movies and images on the internet
so understood the basics of self love on an uncut cock.  Even at that,
many cut guys used the same techniques, just without the extra skin.

I took my hand away so that Kris could take over, my own right hand going
for my cock and tackling it man style in a full forward grip. Kris
watched and asked if that's was how adults did it I explained that once a
boy's cock got big enough to do a full grip then they at least used it as
part of the tricks they used to jack off. Kris didn't understand the word
so I took twenty second to go through the numerous terms for male self
love.

I watched as Kris began a life long process, jacking off. Like most young
boys he used a thumb and two fingers and like many uncut boys he slid his
foreskin back and forth over his swollen and sensitive cock head. Like
most males, Kris kept his eyes focused on what he was doing, glancing
over at me every so often to see how I was progressing. Because he didn't
have any sexual fantasies to help him along like a more mature or
experienced male, the little boy's orgasm was a little while in coming,
no pun intended.

Then he surprised me. I'd been watching him carefully, much more
interested in his body and what he was doing than my own. I'd admired his
smooth young balls as they moved with his stroking. Then he reached down
and clasped a hand on his inner thigh right alongside his nuts. I'd seen
many males of all ages do that, had done it myself. I didn't know just
what it was about it though that made it hot or exciting or whatever. So
I was surprised that a boy who'd never before jacked off would do what
experienced males did. I watched as his fingers prodded his balls a
little bit then pulled on the bottom of his bag. My free hand went to my
crotch as well, grasping onto my balls and tugging on them. Kris saw me
and asked the question.

"Doesn't it hurt to pull on your balls like that Mark?" I shook my head
and explained that most males found it stimulating to fondle, tug, cup,
or otherwise pay attention to their balls especially when doing what we
were doing.  It wouldn't do but the little God had to do the same thing
then exclaimed that it felt awesome good.

"It makes the skin on my cock tighter too Mark and look at how red the
head is." He'd pulled it all down and of course, his raging little cock
was vibrating from the skin being pulled tight and he was right, his cock
head was practically a beacon he was so stimulated. I told him that if he
kept it tight then used some sort of slippery stuff like conditioner or
something and just stroked the head the feelings were more intense than
he'd ever felt before. Of course he wanted to try it right then and there
but I convinced the child that he could wait.

And so we went on, man and beautiful young boy, lying side by side and
sharing an intimate moment that millions of other males in virtually
every culture on the planet had shared for a millennia. I had been
present before, watched teenage boys while they loved themselves so the
idea wasn't novel but with Kris it was a whole new ballgame in a way. He
was a young boy in his very first sexual awakenings. It was all knew to
him and I could only imagine the feelings that had to be tearing through
that beautiful young body.

I could tell as Kris got close. He stroked faster, his breathing
quickened, his belly muscles were tensing involuntarily as his he neared
his orgasm. The expressions on his smooth face flowed through a variety
of emotion from intense concentration and focus, to the half surprise at
what he was feeling, to an almost shocked looked as though he couldn't
believe how good his body was feeling in that instant. And then it
happened, as with most young boys, without warning.

His entire body went rigid for a moment, he stared open mouthed at his
crotch and he moaned, almost a small high pitched scream as his body
vibrated and shook with a powerful cumming. After the initial wave of
feeling his head fall back and his eyes closed but only for a moment. In
the early stages of masturbation boys seem to have to bear witness to the
miracle of their bodies and so their eyes are mostly glued to their
crotches as though they might miss something important.

It was hot as all hell to see and brought my own sperming on very quickly
but I kept it at bay. I knew that Kris would want to watch me cum but I
didn't want to interrupt the intense pleasure that he was going through.
I slowed my stroke, slid my hand up and squeezed hard on my cock head
then slid back down, squeezing my rigid shaft as I went, until I reached
my smooth, shaved balls and tugged at them a bit.

Kris's body finally relaxed and he stopped jacking off but kept on
playing with his cock; squeezing it, sliding his foreskin up as far as it
would go, pushed his rigid cock around with hand and at times pressing it
against his panting body. He finally spoke.

"Oh my gosh Uncle Mark that was awesome," he exclaimed, looking at me
through eyes still half lidded in the afterglow of an orgasm. "Are you
gonna make your sperm now? I want to watch you squirt your stuff out."
The boy rolled to his side and watched as I began to stroke myself again
and because I'd kept myself pretty much on the edge it didn't take long
before I peaked.

"Here it comes baby boy, watch," I panted then my own body stiffened,
cock and all, and my cock head spat out a glob of white goo onto my
belly. That first little offering was followed by a jet of sperm that
left a white streak half way between my nipples and my belly button.
After that, another three squirts of nut nectar splattered my lower belly
before my cock slowed to an oozing that dribbled down over my thumb and
into my pubic hair.

"Boy I can hardly wait till I make sperms," Kris said, not for the first
or the last time. "Does it feel as good for you as it does for me Uncle
Mark?" he asked. I told him it was pretty darn awesome but that I didn't
know because I couldn't really remember the feelings from when I was his
age.

Kris rolled over and kissed me on the lips. "I'm really glad you showed
me about doing this Uncle Mark and I really do want to learn more things
to do." I kissed him back, told him it was my pleasure and that we would
see how things went. Meanwhile my cum was cooling and running and I
needed a shower. Kris's eyes lit up over that prospect and of course he
asked if he could take one too. And of course I said yes.

That day was one that required me to have to work so Kris was left to his
own devices, which never posed a problem. If he wasn't on the X-box then
he was watching a movie, reading or in the pool. Kris and I got plenty of
quality time together so when I had to work he was very good about it. As
I was getting ready to head to my office the front door bell rang and I
opened it to find Adrial, my lawn boy perched on my stoop.

"Hey Mark," the boy said in a voice that hadn't run into puberty yet. He
wore a huge genial smile that showed off his perfectly straight and
crystal white teeth. Those teeth were a heavy contrast to his dusky skin,
huge dark eyes and the mop of black curly hair that framed his perfectly
smooth, oval face. Adriel was full blood Greek, born in the US of an
immigrant couple who owned a Greek restaurant in town; a very successful
one at that. He had an older brother and sister both of which were out of
high school and were world class model material and at thirteen their
little brother was no different.

To say that the boy was gorgeous really would be a gross understatement
and like his sibling's he didn't seem to notice it or if he did he didn't
show it for he was about the nicest and sweetest boy imaginable. A whole
lot like Kris. Adriel was a rather small thirteen I thought. The boy was
barely five feet and a slender hundred pounds maybe. I didn't know if his
family were late bloomers or if it was just Adriel because his older
siblings had filled out very nicely.

"Is it today Adriel?" I asked and the boy smiled and nodded his head, the
curls bouncing a bit as he did. Adriel did my lawn as well as a number of
other lawns in our upper middle class neighborhood. He'd knocked on my
door about in mid February, clearly getting a jump business, and offered
his services. By way of credential he'd brought my attention to a couple
of other yards he'd done, offering a little photo album for proof. He
seemed to know what he was doing, was cute as all get out and polite to
match, so I gave him a shot and had never regretted it.

"Okay, you're the boss," I told him, waving him into the house. I guess
I'd probably noticed him before, I was human after all but I sort of
viewed him in a different light. As he came through the door I first
admired his narrow chest and flat, taut belly for the boy was shirtless
in the mid morning heat. As he passed I sort of appraised his slender
butt, the orbs nicely outlined in the deep blue satiny material of his
sport shorts, and judged it a ten.

As we passed through the living room on the way through the house, Kris
and Adriel said hello to each other, having been introduced at my house
and I guess, seeing each other in the community on occasion.

"Is Kris naked?" Adriel asked when we passed out of earshot. I nodded my
head. The adorable young thing had been curled up in a chair reading and
while you couldn't really see anything it was pretty clear that the boy
wasn't wearing any clothes. I was only wearing boxers and a long T but
Adriel had seen me dressed thusly on prior occasions.

"Why isn't he wearing any clothes?" the dark skinned beauty went on.

"I guess he doesn't like wearing them if he doesn't have to," I said by
way of explanation, to which the Adriel replied,

"Yeah, I guess I can understand that." Out back I let Adriel into the
shed then went back into the house to work. The sound of the mower
cranked up before I made it to where Kris sat.

"Do you think you might want to at least wear underwear when we have
other people in the house Kris?" I asked. I didn't want to make the boy
feel uncomfortable, which he didn't appear to be in his nudity, nor did I
want to force him into something.

"It's only Adriel Uncle Mark but if you want me to I will," he said,
looking up from his book. I shrugged my shoulders, said he could do what
he wanted I guess and went off to work. About an hour later I ran into a
problem that necessitated my having to go out to COMP USA for some
hardware. I headed into the living room to tell Kris that we had to leave
and didn't see him. a quick search found him outside by the pool still
reading his book although he had put on a pair of deep red brief's.

"Hey Kris," said approaching him, "I need you to get dressed sport. I
have to go get some stuff for my computer." Well there was a minor glitch
and that was that Kris was in a good part of his book and didn't want to
have to leave. He wasn't whining about it, just making a statement.
Coming from a similar background I understood his reluctance and said so
but the fact remained that I needed to go.

"Maybe Adriel could watch me while you're gone," he suggested. I
considered that, reluctantly, but I considered it. I knew that the boy
did babysitting for extra money and given his nature I'd bet that he was
pretty good at it as well as being conscientious. Adriel was raking the
lawn on the other side of the pool so I called him over and asked him.

"Sure Mark, I can do that. I'm almost done too so we can play and stuff,"
he said. What the heck.

"Okay, well I should be back in about forty minutes I told the two boys
and headed in to get dressed. Ten minutes away from the house a thought
occurred to me and when I reached for my back pocket I discovered that
I'd left my wallet on my dresser so I turned around and went back. I went
straight into my room and had no sooner grabbed my wallet when I heard
Kris say,

"Gosh Adriel yours looks like mine." The voice came from the small
covered lanai outside my bedroom. At one end of the house the lanai
offered some privacy from the rest of the back yard. I have filmy white
cotton curtains that block the light but allow me to see out without
anyone being able to see in very easily, not that anyone would be back
there anyway. Heavier drapes were pulled back to the edges of the wall of
glass. I left my sliding glass door open most of the time during the
summer to cool the room down without having to resort to the air-con. I
stepped over closer and through the curtains saw the two boys standing
facing each other, both with their underwear and shorts down just below
their balls and showing off their boyhood pride and joy to each other.
Neither boy was hard although it looked like the older boy was
responding.

Adriel was as appealing between his legs as he was everywhere else. As I
had imagined, his lower belly melted into his pubic bone in a gentle
fashion, the area highlighted by the crease of the separation of hips and
pelvis. He wore a small patch of dark black hair, below which hung a good
five inches of cock that was the same color as the rest of his body, the
head covered by a dark foreskin. His balls were dark as well and formed a
hairless, wrinkled bag beneath his dick.

"You can touch it if you want," the older boy said and of course my
little Kris did not need a second invitation. The little boy reached
right out and took hold of Adriel's thirteen old cock; slipping his hand
underneath the brown fleshy tube and cupping it in his small hand. Both
boys began to respond fairly quickly at that point, Adriel doing so much
faster and stretching out to his full length fairly quickly. My own cock
had the done the very same thing in my shorts. Adriel reached out and
took hold of Kris's little boner and felt the boy up as he was being
felt.

"Umm, have you ever seen Mark's?" the older boy asked, causing my
eyebrows to rise considerably. Kris nodded his head in assent then Adriel
said, "I bet its huge isn't it?"  Kris nodded his head and said that he
guessed it might be. "Oh man I'd love to see it," the brown skinned
little God said and I though I was going to faint.  I'd had my share of
experiences with teenage boys when I was one and a handful as an adult
but they had been few and far between. I was more than a little excited
at the idea of being with Adriel.

"Have you ever, umm, like sucked on a cock?" Adriel asked. Kris nodded
his head and I was really scared that he was going to give up the
experience he'd had with me the night before but he didn't. He kept on
slowly stroking on Adriel's full on hard young cock as Adriel did his.

"I only did it once and for three seconds is all." When Adriel asked if
Kris wanted to suck on him, the little guy said he really didn't know how
to do it so Adriel volunteered to teach him. Kris nodded his head and
said okay.

"First you cover your teeth like this," the young teen said, showing Kris
what to do. Then he got to his knees in front of Kris and took hold of
his rampant little cocklet and stroked it a couple of times then leaned
forward and licked at the swollen cock head a few times before putting
his mouth over it. Adriel kept two fingers on Kris's cock and put his
other hand on the boy's butt and began to move back and forth. Kris's
eyes closed and the expression on his smooth cute face clearly told me
what he thought and felt about the whole thing.

Adriel bobbed there a good fifteen seconds before stopping and standing
up.

"How was that Kris?" he asked as he absently stroked and squeezed on his
raging boy boner. Kris allowed as how it was the best and wanted to try
it on Adriel, who had no objections to that. As my young boy god dropped
to his knees I shoved my elastic banded shorts and boxers down far enough
to get at my own stone hard cock.  I stroked myself firmly as Kris took
hold of Adriel's dark skinned meat, slid the foreskin back and did
exactly what Adriel had done; licked over the swollen, lighter colored
head before taking it into his mouth. I thought I was gonna cum on the
spot. The sight of Kris's perfect lips closed down on Adriel's cock was
incredible and I so wished that it was me he was sucking.

That Adriel was in heaven was made clear by his moans and in seconds he
was gently fucking into Kris's mouth. Kris took the liberty of playing
with the boy's dusky colored balls as well, tugging on them as I had mine
the night before. All of a sudden Adriel pulled away and took over, his
thumb and two fingers working only under the head of his cock, covering
and uncovering the tip of his cock head. Kris backed away slightly and
watched with rapt attention, his hand still on Adriel's balls. Although
Kris was a novice, he knew what was going to happen. And it did.

Adriel's cock slit was uncovered when the first spasm hit and I watched
as a small glob of sperm popped out and fell to the wooden decking of my
lanai. The rest of his boy honey made its way into the world by mostly
oozing out through his foreskin but with enough force that it landed in a
long drip down his fingers. It was over almost before it began and Adriel
moved to the long stroke, sliding all the way down to the base of his
cock. Then Kris surprised us both by leaning in and taking Adriel's
spermy cock head into his mouth and sucking him until it became too
sensitive and Adriel back away with a slightly high pitched boy's giggle.

"That was awesome Kris, I never had that happen before," he said as the
adorable little blonde boy stood up.

"I had to Adriel, I wanted to see what sperms taste like. Kinda  funny
taste though," he said as if running his tongue around in his mouth and
giving the product a good assessment.  "I need to cum really bad too
Adriel," Kris said and began jacking off as he stood there.

"Let me help," the older boy offered and dropped back down to his knees
and began sucking Kris off, moving his smooth face all the way to Kris's
pubic bone before backing off. He held onto the glorious globes of my
ersatz nephew's butt and encouraged the younger boy to fuck his mouth.
Kris didn't need any further instruction and before long the cute young
thing was humping, moaning, holding onto Adriel's curly head and crying
out as his body went through the throes of a dry orgasm. He wasn't alone
although mine was far from dry. I stroked myself firmly, tugging my nuts
as much as my cock and eventually spitting a half dozen jets of my own
thick cum out onto the carpet before I moved into ooze mode and I had to
work at staying on my feet.

Things were mostly quiet for a solid minute, the only real noise being
Kris's heavy panting. Adriel finally took his mouth away, somewhat
reluctantly it seemed to me, and stood up. His cock had softened a little
bit and once again I admired not just his boyhood charms but all of him.
I wondered if I had a chance of being with him.

Kris fell into Adriel's arms, much as he had my own and thanked him
profusely for helping make him cum. The two boys stood there for a moment
then Kris said that they should probably go do something else in case I
came back. Adriel asked the boy again if there was any chance that he'd
somehow be able to see my cock. Kris said that maybe if they were
swimming when I got back they might convince me to swim with them. Adriel
pointed out that he didn't have a swim suit.

"Exactly," Kris told him, "If we want him to swim naked with us then we'd
already have to be naked." Adriel smiled. I wiped my dick off and tugged
my clothes back into place as I was headed out my bedroom door to get out
of the house. I jumped in my car and took off only to get around the
block and park.

"Okay," I thought to myself, "Is this what I want? What exactly do I
want?"

I spend the next ten minutes exploring those two questions. I sensed that
Adriel was trustworthy and wouldn't say anything to anyone about me being
naked around him. However there was still that slim chance. Furthermore
what if the boy wanted to explore other things with me, and I sensed that
wasn't out of the question by any means. If so, was I better off
orchestrating that to take place when Kris wasn't with me, not that I
wouldn't love to be with both adorably cute boys at the same time. I
started the car and drove slowly home thinking that I'd play it by ear
and see what happened.


As I walked slowly through the house the anxiety in my belly began to
grow although when I reached the French doors leading out side I was a
little bit surprised. The boys weren't naked at all, well kind of. Both
were dressed as I'd left them, Kris in his briefs and Adriel in his
shorts and were sitting under an umbrella playing backgammon. I wondered
what had transpired and found out as soon as Kris saw me.

"Uncle Mark can we go swimmin? We waited till you got back cuz we didn't
get permission before you left." Ahh, my ever thoughtful young lad. I
nodded my head,

"Sure you can, thank you for waiting to ask." Kris was a more than able
swimmer and diver but still, he knew that he still had to ask. "Okay but
Adriel doesn't have a swim suit with him. Can we swim naked?" I swear
that the adorable and precocious young thing all but batted his big blue
eyes when he asked.

"Well, yes or you can wear your underwear, whatever you're both
comfortable with." I knew well what Kris was comfortable with but could
only guess for Adriel, although nudity was part of their plan to get me
naked as well and I hadn't yet decided how I was going to deal with that.

Kris jumped up and was out of his briefs before Adriel was upright. I
felt a little bit self conscious about just standing there and watching
the gorgeous thirteen year old undress and I was sure that Adriel was
feeling a little of the same. Kris fixed that by coming right over to me
while asking me to swim with them. I demurred.

"Come Uncle Mark, go swimming with us. You can toss us into the pool like
I like you to do." Still I waffled as I watched Adriel from the corner of
my eye until he stood there facing me in all of his boyhood glory from
barely five feet away. The boy's body was all but perfect; the various
muscles just beginning their definition, although his chest was already
there. As I said before, his dusky belly was flat and taut and sloped
gently into his pubic bone and all that made him boy. His cock hung
limply, resting on the round hairless sac of his adolescent sperm makers,
the small nest of black curls at its base adding a slight contrast to the
rest of his smooth body.

"Well I don't know about that Kris, I mean, I'm an adult after all and
being naked around you is one thing but aahhh, being naked around another
boy is something else."

"It's okay Mark," Adriel piped up in his melodic voice as he walked
toward me, his uncut cock bobbing ever so slightly. "You're a boy just
like us, just a bigger boy is all. Besides, I seen men naked before and I
promise I won't tell anybody if you swim with us, honest." The look on
the boy's smooth cute face was one of classic sincerity.

"As long as you promise Adriel," I said with equal sincerity. "You know
what people would think about it if they knew." He nodded his head and I
acquiesced, stepping away from Kris who had taken my hand when making his
request.

"The fact is I prefer swimming nude as well," I said as I peeled my shirt
off then kicked off my sandals. Both boys watched raptly as I slipped my
shorts and boxers down together then stood up, allowing Adriel to get a
good close up look. The boy practically stared but caught himself and
turned away slightly as if embarrassed to be looking.

"So, let's swim guys," I said, as much to save Adriel as anything else.
He and Kris ran for the pool and I admired his firm tight little butt,
the darker gluteal cleavage hinting at the charms that it was hiding. The
boys hit the water in well executed dives and I was right on their tails.

The boys dove from the board, ran and frolicked and all the while I
watched, admiring the smooth beauty of their youth. I got out of the pool
a few times myself just to allow Adriel to see me as much as possible, as
that had been the goal of the exercise. Of course Kris wanted me to toss
him and I did. Adriel wanted me to try and toss him as well and I gave it
my best shot. Needless to say that in the process of getting him up into
a position to do so I found my self face to face with his boyhood charms
and they were charming. Once he leaned forward and literally planted his
fleshy brown cock against my lips and nose. I was very tempted to swallow
him on the spot but resisted the urge, although my own dick was
responding slightly to the situation.

During a free for all, when we were no more that a jumble of arms and
legs and other body parts, I felt the boy "accidentally" feel my cock as
well as my balls and on more than occasion. I was beginning to think that
his interested went beyond normal boyhood curiosity. I felt myself
warming greatly to the idea. Turn about is fair play and so I returned
the favor, allowing my larger hand to engulph the young teenagers wares
and gently squeeze them. Needless to say it had the desired effect and
the next time I felt it as it got pressed against my thigh, he was full
on young boy hard.

I still wasn't sure just where I wanted to go with Adriel. I guess I knew
where I wasn't sure of the when. In any case I elected to get out of the
pool and hit one of the lounge chairs, both boys complaining, albeit not
loudly, that they wanted me to keep playing with them. I lay down to dry
off, my legs spread wide enough that Adriel, and Kris if he wanted to,
could see everything I had. It was kind of erotic frankly, although I
remained in a default state.

The boys played a little longer and at least once seemed to be in a
conspiratorial post, heads close together, but I essentially pretended
that I didn't see them. Kris finally came out of the water and plopped
down on a chair to the right of me and after a moment called out to
Adriel to not worry about it and come sit down. Reluctantly the dark
skinned beauty left the pool and came to the lounge chair on my left, his
stone hard young cock bobbing in the air in front of him.

"I sorta can't help it sometimes Mark," he said, half hiding his rigid
little flesh missile as he sat down.

"Don't worry about Adriel it happens to all of us guys. It just happens
more to boys that adults."

"Why is that Mark, why does it get hard like that all the time and for no
reason sometimes." I explained the maturation process, how it was all so
new to a boy in puberty such as he was and how intense the feelings were
when a boy was hard and especially when he masturbated and the whole
world seemed focused on his hand. It was like that for men to I told him
but just not as intense as it was for young teenage boys.

"It happens to you too Mark?" the boy asked as he absently pushed against
his stiffened dick, moving it in a variety of direction. I admitted that
it did. He was quiet a moment then asked if I jacked off when it got like
that.

"Sure Adriel, most guys jack off their entire lives, just not as much as
they get older. I'll bet that you squirt at least four, maybe five times
a  week and sometimes even more." The boy got a sheepish grin but nodded
his head, the drying curls bouncing a little at the movement. Adriel was
all but staring at my crotch so I actually stood up and faced him.

"I know that you're curious Adriel, all boys are, so go ahead and look
all you want, its okay." The boy leaned forward and inspected me like a
prime piece of beef. I suspected that he was dying to touch but I wasn't
quite ready to go there. All the while Kris was watching intently,
pushing and tugging on his fully hardened little cocklet. After a good
minute I laid back down.

"How come our balls are starting to hang down lower Mark? In the pool it
seemed they were, uumm, sort of tighter or something. I noticed it
happening before too?" I went on to explain about testicles and how sperm
was made there and that sperm were actually very fragile and needed to be
kept close to the same temperature. When they were cold the sucked up
tighter to the body to retain heat and when they were warmer they dropped
down so the sperms didn't cook in there. Adriel nodded his head in
understanding, his hand still busy mauling his stiff cock and
occasionally tugging or squeezing at his balls.

"I bet you make a ton of sperm huh Mark?" the boy asked as he unashamedly
slid his foreskin back an forth over his cock head, stroking it a few
times. "I mean I only been making sperm for a little while so I only make
a few drops but I bet your big balls almost cause a flood." I chuckled at
the analogy.

"I guess it depends on how much is a lot Adriel. Compared to you I
suppose that I do." Now, I have to say that my cock continued to remain
limp and sort of draped onto on hip.

"Would you show me Mark? Would you beat off and shoot your sperm out so I
can see how much a man makes?" I hesitated of course.

"Yeah Uncle Mark," Kris added, getting out of his chair and standing at
the foot of my lounge chair. Kris was stone hard and making no mistake
about what he was doing, standing there in all his beauty in the bright
sunlight and stroking his cock. "Make sperm for us."