Date: Tue, 11 Feb 2014 19:25:51 -0800 (PST)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mainland Sojourn I

This story was first posted inside a story series titled THE PLAYER around
2006. The Player last posted around 2012 and might well be worth the
readers time. Nifty has graciously allowed me to repost it as a stand alone
story. Once again a story of man boy sex. Once again the boy in the story
has a large cock. The difference here is that I actually saw this cock in
exactly the circumstances described in the story. He stood alongside me at
a short trough at 12:30 in the morning and when I looked down I almost shit
my drawers. The kid was enormous. He looked up and saw me looking and
smiled, obviously proud of his dick. He didn't even bother to glance at
mine. There are 3 more chapters to this story and will post over the next
week or so. N-joi

Hugs
Tag_m

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I had gone to the mainland-the Seattle area- to settle the estate of my
great-Aunt. As her only heir, I had inherited the bulk of her estate, which
included a huge hillside house in Edmonds that had a panoramic view of the
water and the Olympic Mountains. While a few of her personal belongings
went to friends, I now owned the monstrous old house and all of the
contents, which included two young adult Siberian Husky's, as well as her
fleet of vehicles, the latter consisting of a small pickup truck, a
nineteen sixty three Bentley S3 Continental, a new BMW Z8 and her ten year
old custom Dodge camper van. Max loved camping and had owned some form of
RV for as long as I could remember, although she hadn't done much camping
in recent years. I should explain my aunt.

Her name was Maxine but being a dyed in the wool dyke she had always gone
by the more masculine nickname of Max. She was raucous, proud, tough,
funny, and a big teddy bear when she chose to let someone in. She could
also be a real fucking bitch. I loved Max and she loved me. The rest of our
small family tended to avoid her but I never did and it was Max that I
turned to when I found that I preferred the company of boys to girls. It
was Max who told me I was okay, that being gay was okay and that I could be
proud of who and what I was. I moved in with her when I was fifteen and my
father was experiencing a great deal of difficulty having a gay son living
under his roof, no matter that I was a masculine boy and a top competitive
athlete. Since moving to Hawaii I hadn't seen Max as much as either of us
would have liked and now she was gone, a victim of un-diagnosed
cancer. Being seventy eight probably had something to do with it as well.

I had decided to take a drive over to the Olympic Peninsula to see old
friends and since the weather was supposed to be clear and above freezing I
took the Beemer.  It was quite late; dark and drizzling when I headed back,
the trip necessitating a ferry ride across Puget Sound from Kingston to
Edmonds. I had just crossed the Hood Canal floating bridge and was turning
left to head toward Kingston when I first saw the boy, almost under a
street light across the highway, thumb out, trying to hitch a ride. I
didn't get much of a glimpse of him because of the poor lighting, the
weather, and the fact that I was turning a corner and there was another
vehicle behind me. I continued on for another three hundred yards before I
found a place to turn around to head back toward where the boy was standing
in the cold rain.

I say boy but I didn't really know for sure, making the call based on the
size of the figure standing beside the road. While hitchhiking in Hawaii is
rare, it's common on the mainland and I have frequently picked up those
seeking a ride. As I got close to where the boy was standing I had to stop
for a red light. From that distance I could see that it was indeed a boy,
probably no older than sixteen. He looked pretty scruffy but that didn't
bother me as I'd given rides to much worse. As I sat wondering about why
the boy was out on a night like that a small yellow Honda stopped. The boy
stooped to look into the car and I assume an agreement was reached since
the boy opened the door and got in as the light turned green. Since there
was no other traffic I flipped a U-turn in the intersection and followed
the car that had picked the boy up. The driver didn't seem to be in much of
a hurry so I passed the car at the first opportunity and continued on the
remaining thirteen miles to the ferry terminal in the small, seaport themed
town of Kingston.

Fifteen minutes later I had paid my fare to the sleepy looking woman in the
ticket booth and joined the half dozen vehicles already in line on the
dock. I left the car idling, the custom Bose system on a soft jazz station,
and slid my seat back to wait for the next, and last boat of the day, my
thoughts drifting through various memories of my time with Max. I chuckled
to myself as I remembered the day that Max came home from work early and
found me and another boy, both naked, embraced in a post orgasmic hug on a
polar bear rug on the living room floor. Since we were closely embraced
nothing showed but a couple of slender fifteen year old butts and even at
that, Max averted her eyes and as she headed toward the stair that led up
to her own room I could hear her chuckling to herself. Josh was totally
freaked out by the experience even though I tried to calm him by telling
him that Max wasn't going to call his dock worker father and narc us
out. The only thing that Max ever said about the situation was that I
should probably be a little more circumspect about where I chose to have
sex and Josh got over his anxiety and became a regular at the house.

The sound of the ferry's air horn brought me out of my reverie and ten
minutes later we were being loaded onto the boat for the thirty minute
crossing to Edmonds. For some reason I glanced in my rear view mirror and I
saw the hitch hiking boy running toward the door that would lead him to the
ferry's entry ramp for walk on passengers.

"So," I thought to myself, "we may meet after all. That thought was
followed by curiosity about the boy's circumstances; what brought him to be
hitchhiking so late at night, where he was headed and a myriad of other
questions. I wondered too if I might be able to offer assistance in some
form or fashion. The thought of sex crossed my mind as well but, although I
love boys dearly, I absolutely do not take advantage of their
vulnerability. I shut the motor off, took a few moments to pull on my
jacket then got out and headed upstairs. I passed the snack bar, the iron
mesh barriers closed for the night, and kept walking toward the forward end
of the boat. Most passengers head in that direction, generally to see the
sights of where their ultimate destination was. For those walk on
passengers it was more practical since that was where they would exit the
boat, albeit at Edmonds they would walk off from the car deck and not the
passenger deck. Be that as it may, the boy was seated on the left side in
the foremost front booth. Hearing my approach he turned to look at me,
anxiety written all over his young face, indicating to me that he was most
likely on the run and that piqued my curiosity. He turned his head back
toward the front but I could tell that he was monitoring my approach. I
decided to take a chance.

"Mind if I sit?" I asked him. He looked up at me and replied

"It's a free country," then looked out the window. I sat on the seat
opposite the boy and looked him over and since he could see our reflections
in the darkened window he could see what I was doing.

Small in size, I figured him to be about twelve, maybe thirteen. His face
appeared smooth as silk, his dishwater blonde hair held in a loose pony
tail by a black scrunchie, the hair being somewhat curly and barely
touching the frayed collar of the buttoned up black and green checkered
heavy wool work shirt that he wore. He wore tan cargo pants, the knees worn
but not showing through, and the cuffs frayed badly from being dragged
against the ground. His feet were shod in cheap red sneakers that didn't
appear as though they held the cold at bay very well and couldn't possibly
have many more miles left in them.

He turned to face me, revealing dove gray eyes under thick brows and lashes
of a dark brown. A freckle or two dotted his inner cheek and a small mole
was visible at the corner of his upper lip, which, along with the bottom
one, formed a perfect set. There wasn't a hair to be seen other than that
on his head and I quickly reassessed his age to be on the younger side of
my first guess. I barely noticed the small gold hoop in the left lobe of
his small-ish ears and when he spoke I noticed that it was a voice that was
struggling to enter puberty.

"I spose you want to suck my cock too?" While I didn't advertise my sexual
orientation, I didn't hide from it either and having had similar sorts of
questions posed to me before, I had a ready answer.

"I imagine that under more positive circumstances sucking your cock would
be a welcome and enjoyable experience for both of us and however fun that
might be, I'm more curious about why anyone, let alone a boy, would be out
and about on such a shitty assed fucking night." I was leaned back with my
legs uncrossed and my arms extended along the back of the booth, an open,
friendly posture that was backed up by my easy smile. I could see that the
boy was stifling his own smile at my humor but his response didn't reflect
it.

"Really?" he said in a voice dripping with sarcasm. I liked the kid
already. "So. Why should you care? About anybody, let alone a boy. And
since you're willing to suck my cock I guess that means you're gay and
probably not a cop."

 I admitted that, no I wasn't a cop and yes, I was gay but that wasn't my
reason for caring. "I'm a nice guy. Besides, I work with teenagers and you
look like you could use some help. Without strings attached." I had allowed
my voice to soften. "My name's Derek but everyone calls me D," I said,
extending my right hand toward him.

"Brett," he answered, extending his hand toward mine rather warily but
taking it none the less in a soft handshake.

"What kind of work do you do with teenagers," he asked as he leaned back,
his legs crossed at his ankles and arms folded in his lap. His posture
reflected that he was warming up, becoming a little more at ease with me.

"Well, I teach a Karate class for teens and also do some private kind of
counseling in my spare time. Actually it seems like I spend more time with
teenage boys that I do adults." Brett was interested in the Karate part,
asking what style I taught and where. When I told him I lived in Hawaii his
eyes lit up like a Christmas tree and he told me that he'd had a friend
when he was eight or so that was from there and the way his friend
described it made Brett want to go there and visit sometime. That prompted
me to offer him a place to stay anytime he wanted to go. His face clouded
over and that opened the door for the cute young teen to tell me his story.

"I doubt that is going to happen any time soon since I don't have enough
money to even buy food." I nodded sagely then asked,

"So, what's going on with you Brett? Why is it that you're out here alone
without money or decent clothes to keep you warm?"  His arms folded across
his chest in a defensive posture and he said that he had run away from home
because his aunt didn't want him anymore. He said that he didn't know
exactly where he was going except away from her and the shitty little town
that he's lived in since his parents disappeared some six years before when
the small plane they were in went down in the Rocky Mountains. He was
forced to stay with his mother's sister, his only close relative. It turned
out that his aunt was a fervent Fundamentalist Christian in the small
logging town of Forks which I knew was located at the western edge of the
state. I agreed with him that it was a shitty little town. I told him that
I had lived with my aunt too and that it seemed that he and I had at least
something in common. He finally smiled, a little one, but enough to show me
crystal while teeth that appeared perfect except for the tiny chip at the
corner of one of his middle teeth.

"We have more in common than that D," he said, the smile loosening into a
frown. "My aunt found a sex book in my bedroom and had a huge fit,
screaming that Jesus was going to send me to hell for being a heathen
homosexual cause the pictures were of guys being sexy." His voice softened
considerably and he turned his head away from me. "I think I might be gay
too D. I just don't really know. I mean, I like girls, sorta, but seeing
the pictures of guys makes me go way hard. I really like having PE in
school cause of seeing the other naked boys and most of the time when I
jack off I'm thinking about being with a boy or even a man. And not having
anyone I can talk to makes it all worse. I didn't even have the internet at
home cause my aunt said that it was of the devil." My heart went out to the
boy. His was a story that I'd heard time and again; the un-sureness of
sexual identity, the confusion over feelings toward both sexes, not having
anyone to talk to about it, of having family that wasn't supportive of
their young charges, and no one their own age or any age for that matter
that they felt safe to talk to.

"I'm sorry about what's happened to you Brett and if it's any consolation,
it's not an unusual story. Many of the boys I work with, and boys in the
gay community in general, have stories very similar to yours. The question
though is what are your plans? What do you intend to do?" At this, the boy
looked at me and a tear rolled down his cheek.

"I don't know D. I really don't know." I noticed that we were making the
second to the last turn before docking and needed to take a piss very
badly.

"Look, Brett. I really need to use the restroom so let's head that way," I
said as I stood up.

"Yeah, I need to go too," he replied, wiping the tear from his face with
the back of his hand. As we began walking I talked.

"Look, tell you what. I'm going to be in Edmond's for another week or
so. What do you think about staying at my house while we try to work out a
plan for you? It's a pretty big house and you'd have a room of your own. No
strings attached." I knew that I was placing myself in a certain amount of
danger by harboring a runaway. On the other hand I didn't know what
services might be available for the boy and I couldn't see leaving him to
fend for himself in a city he didn't know and in shitty weather to
boot. Without the support of child services it was a good bet that the boy
would end up having to hustle to survive.  Brett seemed to give my proposal
a moments thought then said,

"I think I'd like that D. Yeah. I think I'd like that a lot." He smiled up
at me and another tear rolled down his cheek. He wiped it away and said,
"And I'm not worried about any strings attached either. I trust you." I
smiled back at him and ruffled his head which he must have interpreted as
an invitation because he sidled up close and put an arm around my waist. We
entered the men's room and discovered that it was closed off except for one
urinal, a four foot long trough. I bellied up and unzipped, expecting the
young boy to wait or employ some other method of hiding his boyhood pride
and joy from me. I was wrong. Brett stepped up right along side of me and
unzipped then fiddled around at getting his cock out, while mine was just
hanging out for the world to see, or in this case a cute young boy, a thick
stream hitting against the stainless steel back of the urinal. Needless to
say I was interested in the boy's development, not that I expected a whole
lot given his size and age, and considering that I was taller than he was,
I could have sneaked a peek out of the corner of my eye. But I'd promised
no strings and that meant looking as far as I was concerned. I needn't have
worried.

"You got a pretty nice cock D," the boy commented. I figured that gave me
permission to glance over in his direction and I did so, thanking him for
the compliment as I turned my head and looked down. I'd seen quite a few
cocks in my time, on quite a few boys and men. The piece of flesh hanging
in front of the diminutive boy was an award winner, one of the finest cocks
I'd ever seen. The thing had to be nine inches long, maybe longer, and of a
nice girth, more thick than thin. He had unbuttoned and unzipped, pulling
the waistband of his underwear down and draping his cock over the elastic
like most guys do. He had held his shirt up out of the way so I could see a
small patch of dark brown fuzz at the base of the hose like penis. He was
circumcised and the fat head was unleashing a torrent of urine.

"My God Brett you have a huge cock. Christ it's bigger than mine," said as
I stared down at the boy. He looked up and smiled at me and said thanks.

"It's probably the only thing that anyone in that shitty little town
thought was good about me. Of course all the boys my age were totally
jealous and more that one boy hinted that he'd wanted to suck me but I
never let anyone do it. God if they'd thought I was a fag I would have had
the shit beat out of me way more than I did." We shook off, tucked in and
zipped up as the ferry blasted its horn and the captain announced that we
were docking and all passengers needed to return to their vehicles.

"How old are you Brett," I asked as we walked side by side down the stairs
to the car deck.

"I turned fourteen in October," he replied. "Is that okay D?"

"Of course it is. Why would you ask."

"I dunno," he said, shrugging his shoulder for emphasis. "I guess it's just
that I've been sort of, mmm, rejected a lot so I sort of expect it." I
stopped at the bottom of the stairs, put my hands on his shoulder and
looked him in the eyes.

"I'm not going to reject you Brett. I may not be able to do a whole lot for
you and you need to understand that but I am going to help you as much as I
can. Okay?" He nodded his head. "Okay then." I smiled and turned the
corner, clicking the automatic door locks on the car.

"Cool Car," Brett said as he settled into the passenger seat. I agreed with
him. Once off the boat, I rocketed off the dock and onto the surface
streets causing Brett the laugh excitedly. Ten minutes later, due to no
traffic and traffic lights that were off for the night, I climbed up onto
the hillside, made a couple of turns and pulled up in front of a walled and
gated property, said gate already sliding open.

I turned left immediately inside the gates, following the driveway as it
curved back to the right and into an open courtyard. At one end of the
courtyard sat the garage, a converted carriage house, where a door was
opening for the car. The house itself loomed to the right of the courtyard
and garage, the house and grounds softly lit by concealed lighting. Because
the carriage house had originally been separate from the house Max had a
breezeway built that connected the two buildings so she could be protected
from the weather during the colder winter months. It was quite clever
really, the walls being glass from the top to exactly halfway down the
sides. The large glass panes could be lowered into the bottom half of wall
so that it had a true breezeway feeling during the warmer months. Needless
to say it was also heated. I elected to eschew it and walked back out
through the open garage door and into the courtyard.

"Wow," Brett commented in a voice that indicated that he was
impressed. "What a cool place." I chuckled and told him that indeed it
was. As we headed for the steps that led down to another small courtyard
and entry to the house, I gave him a bit of its history.

"It was built by a shipping magnate in the 1890's when there were hardly
any people living this far out of Seattle. It had been handed down through
the generations, generations it seemed that only produced a single child
each, or at least any that lived into adulthood. It belonged to my aunts
life partner, the last of her family line, who had left the house and the
family fortune to Max when she died which was before I was born." We
reached the front door which was recessed in the middle of curved turret
like structure, the door itself a huge arched piece of highly polished
Walnut. I punched the entry code on an electronic pad that was carefully
hidden behind a small door in one of the highly ornate panels that braced
each side of the door. Needless to say Max's partner Evelyn did some
modernizing and in turn Max did as well, keeping up with the changes in
technology.

The house sat on three and half acres of land, what was left of a property
that was once a hundred and fifty acres, and it was built in a time when
homes of the wealthy were huge. Along with imported Italian tile, rich
sometimes rare, woods were used everywhere. Max's house was no
different. Three stories high, it had the traditional seafarer's widows
walk as part of the master bedroom on the third floor as well as separate
quarters for the servants on the second floor above the kitchen and dinning
room. All of the floors were teak, in many place used in different tones
and with other hardwoods to create intricate patterns. The walls in most of
the rooms were paneled as well and while such a décor would normally
render a room dark, almost all of the rooms had overly large windows for
plenty of natural light. We walked into the entryway, a large open area
with tile flooring and huge crystal chandelier that hung from the third
floor ceiling. There were two steps, large columns on each end of the
steps, that went down into the living room which really made Brett take
pause. The room was at least sixty feet long, and the entire front was
window with gauzy white curtains for privacy, not that anyone had a clear
view into the house. During the day the view was stunning; 180 degrees of
the town of Edmonds, Puget sound, Whidbey Island with the Olympic Mountains
as a backdrop.

"This is so totally cool," Brett commented. I laughed and told him indeed,
spending my high school and college years in the house was a hell of an
experience.

"Are you hungry Brett? I could use a little something to eat." The boy said
he hadn't eaten since lunch which was going on thirteen hours earlier so we
headed up two other steps from the living room and into the formal dining
room with seating for eighteen then going left into the equally huge
kitchen who's modernization would meet the approval of most professional
chefs. It may seem strange that a single elderly woman who lived alone
would have such a work space but the size of the kitchen was already in
place and without a great deal of needless remodeling to shrink it, the
only realistic this to do was to upgrade and to do so in a manner that
would commensurate with it's size and original design, which was to be able
to feed large crowds of people. Besides, Max and Evelyn had been chefs and
restaurant owners so having the best at home was a natural extension of
that.

There was a note on the message board stating that there was food in the
fridge and finding it, Brett and I sat down at the informal-seating for
eight-dining table in the multi-sided corner of the kitchen that had the
same view as the living room.. Brett asked about living in Hawaii and I
asked him a little bit about his parents and family, the latter which he
had little of. Once finished I put the dishes in the dishwasher and
stretched.

"I'm pretty exhausted so lets head upstairs." Brett agreed, his whole body
affect reflecting that he was ready to sleep as well. We headed back out to
the entry and up the gently curving stairway to the second floor and into a
large second floor sitting room, part of which overlooked the entry. I
pointed out that the servants quarters were off to the right, four large
bed rooms and two bathrooms to the left. We continued up to the third floor
which housed yet another sitting room, which had a beautiful view just like
the second floor, along with four more bedrooms and the master suite. All
of the third floor bedrooms were overly large and had their own
bathrooms. The master suite took up one full corner of the third floor and
was the size of a normal sized two bedroom house, divided almost equally
between sitting area, sleeping area and bathroom. I took Brett into the
master suite and his gasp quite audible as we entered through the very
ornately carved Oak double doors.

Inside the room, an arched doorway to the right entered the walk through
closet area and then the bathroom proper while directly ahead, and two
steps down, was the sitting area with the same style of huge windows that
offered the same view as the living room. The right corner of the room was
the sleeping area and was two stories above the area where we had eaten
thus being six sided sort of turret that projected outward at the corner of
the house. At each side of the entry were large Greek style pillars, one of
which reached from floor to ceiling. The one that abutted the bathroom wall
was only half as tall, it being placed on the mantel of a large fireplace
that was situated to provide heat for both areas. Just inside the sleeping
area, a staircase curved along the wall inner wall up to the widow's
walk. Unlike most widow's walks, this was not a balcony but a fully
enclosed room of glass that sat above the entire rest of the house. Max's
partner Evelyn had used the room to paint in until she became wheel chair
bound. When she passed away, Max filled it with huge plants, well padded
rattan furniture and a few of Evelyn's favorite paintings on easels. From
the same wall, underneath the staircase, another arched doorway went into
the bathroom area which had an oversized Jacuzzi style tub and shower area
with enough shower heads to make you feel like you were in a rain storm. I
never did understand why Max and Evelyn built like that. All in all Brett
was totally blown away.

We left my room and headed down the hall and into the first door that we
came too, entering one of the spare bedrooms. Not as large as mine, it was
still huge by any standards, had an equally large bathroom as well as
modest sitting area.

"This is your room Brett," I said. I'm sure you'll be more than comfortable
here." He had a smile on his face but it looked like one of those sort of
half sick things like he was trying to be happy and smiley on the outside
but his insides were doing something else. "Is something wrong Brett?" He
looked at me with a hang dog expression.

"No. Well. Yes sort of. It's really nice and stuff but, your house is so
huge and everything. Would it be okay if I, like, slept in your room
instead. At least for the first night?" It hadn't occurred to me that the
boy might have some fears; of the dark, of being alone in a strange place,
ghosts, any number of things.

"Okay. Sure Brett. Of course you can." And with that, we returned to my
suite. "I need to take a shower," I said as we stepped back into the
room. How about you?" He nodded his head.

"Yeah, and I think I should wash my clothes too D. Would that be okay?" It
was my turn to nod my head. He did look pretty scruffy.

"Follow me," I told him and headed into the bathroom, giving him the basic
tour and instructions. I placed a couple of towels on the warmer rack then
went to the closet area and showed him where the laundry chute was hidden,
directing him to toss them in when he was undressed. "I'll see if I can
find you a t-shirt or something to wear since nothing I own would fit you."
I turned and began rummaging through Max's drawers. Her clothing around the
house and yard tended toward the masculine; t-shirts, work shirts, denim
jeans and the like. She wasn't a large person but was smaller than I so I
figured that she might have something that would fit the slender boy. I
heard the door to the laundry chute thump shut and turned to see Brett's
naked butt just before it turned the corner into the shower area, leaving
me with the impression of a slim, Lilly white pair of nicely bubbled
orbs. He was cute there was no doubt about that.

I found a small plain white t-shirt that I figured would cover him, then
thought about his large cock and re-thought the idea and went looking for
something larger, found one I thought might work and went back to the
sitting area. I sat at an eighteenth century writing desk and fired up my
notebook, wondering what I was going to do about the sleeping arrangement
since the sitting area furniture wasn't exactly suited to sleep . My email
took my mind somewhere else until Brett's voice brought me back to the room
ten minutes later.

"I'm done D." The boy's voice had a semi melodic tone to it that I kind of
liked. It wasn't high like a girl but hadn't deepened yet either but was
something in between. It was soft and gentle, almost soothing. I turned and
saw him standing, towel hanging loosely about his slender waist, a good
five inches of flesh visible below his flat belly button. His body was
clearly a reflection of his slow maturation process in that it was defined
nicely but didn't have a great deal of muscle. His chest was fairly flat, a
slight crease separating his pectoral muscles, small brown nipples and
aureoles a contrast to his pale flesh. His belly was flat and had a nice
downward slope into his pubic bone, the crease at each hip clearly
visible. He reached up and pulled his hair back over his ears showing me
that he had very little hair under his arms.

"Feel better?" I asked. He nodded his head,

"Yeah I do. Thanks D."  I put a shirt on the bed for you. I'm sure that you
don't really like the idea of wearing a nightgown but I don't have anything
else for you to wear. We'll go out tomorrow and get you some new clothes."
I shut the computer off and stood up, telling him I was going to take my
shower and would see him in a few minutes.

"It looks like we're gonna have to share the bed but hey, it's huge. We'll
have plenty of room."

"Yeah but I'm not worried D," he said with a bright smile and twinkle in
his grey eyes. I chuckled and went in to take care of my ablution,
returning to a darkened sitting room ten minutes later, a soft light coming
from sleeping area. I walked in, wearing only my boxers and saw the boy
curled up with a pillow, looking like a young angel in the soft recessed
light. The t-shirt I'd given him was lying on the floor beside the bed,
causing me to raise an eyebrow. I walked round to the other side of the bed
and saw that he was still awake, barely. He smiled at me.

"I decided not to wear the shirt. I hope its okay D but it just felt, well,
weird." I told him that it was fine that I most generally slept nude
myself. "Well. You can now if you want. It won't bother me. Especially
since I'm not wearing anything either."

"Do you think that's really wise Brett. After all I did say no strings
attached."

"Me seeing you naked isn't a string. Sleeping naked in the same bed isn't a
string," he said with a yawn that ended as a smile. One thirty in the
morning wasn't, in my estimation, the time to argue the finer points so I
just nodded my head, turned away from him and dropped my boxers.

"Nice butt D," he said as I reached behind me to pull the sheet up as I sat
down then slid in then used the remote control to shut the lights off and
close most of the curtains, leaving the set closest to the bathroom about a
quarter of the way open to provide a small amount of light in the event
that Brett needed to use the facilities sometime during the night. Not that
there was a whole lot of night left.

"I really appreciate what you're doing for me D," he said, his voice filled
with exhaustion. I rolled over to face him.

"I'm glad I can help Brett," I responded. He moved in closer to me and
asked,

"Can I have a hug D?" I moved closer and we met in the middle of the extra
large bed. Brett's upper body moved into my arms and he laid his head
against my chest. I felt my cock start to harden at the feel and warmth of
his young body.

"I feel so safe here with you," he said. "I could just stay here forever."
I let myself roll back onto my back and Brett moved with me, showing no
intention of leaving my arms, and burrowing his head in closer. One of his
arms was draped across my upper belly and I was a little worried that my
rising cock would run into him and give him the wrong impression. Well, the
impression was right but the intention wasn't. I needn't have worried
because I felt his body relax against me almost immediately and in moments
his breathing slowed and evened out as he fell asleep. As he drifted deeper
he moved his body slightly and I could feel his cock against my hip. My own
dick had reached full engorgement and I really wanted to do two things; to
feel his man sized cock and jack my own rigid flesh. I hadn't cum in almost
five days, a record for me I was sure. What I did was gently extract myself
from his loose embrace and roll to my side away from him and drifted
quickly off to sleep.

I came awake about three hours later, coming to the surface from a sexual
dream to feel Brett pushed up tight against me, his hard cock pressing
against my ass and back with one hand draped over my hip and feeling up and
down my rock hard shaft, checking it out.  I smiled to myself, allowing the
boy to follow his natural curiosity but I pushed my butt back slightly and
felt him press back into me before I fell back to sleep.

When I woke again, light was creeping in through the crack in the curtains
and the positions had reversed. I was pressed up against Brett's little
butt, my arm across his side and upper chest and my hard cock against his
butt. What seemed to have woken me up was his pushing against me, moving
his butt slightly as he did so. I wondered if he was awake but the answer
became known immediately as he gently moved my hand down, sliding it under
his cock head, until my fingers rested in his soft pubic nest, my little
finger pressed against the base of his own hard cock. When his hand left
mine I felt continued movement and then the warmth of his flesh against the
back of my hand as he pressed his cock against it. If I had any doubts as
to his wakeful state or his intentions they were pretty much dispelled. His
body was fairly straight, his head just under my chin, and I could smell
the odor of his hair as well as the softness of his scent. My cock throbbed
against him, the feel of him, his warmth making me even hotter. He then
took my hand from under the base of his shaft and laid it on top of it, my
fingers resting across the protruding urethral tube and down the other side
of the thick hunk of boy meat. That was it.

I allowed my fingers to grasp onto him and firmly gripped up the length of
that which made him boy, or even man. He inhaled sharply as gripped his
virgin flesh and I softly voiced my thoughts.

"God you're so big," I whispered, my voice husky with the lust that was
roaring through my body. His response was to push harder into my cock as I
moved my hand over the swollen head of the snake and felt the liquid that
was leaking out. I moved my hand south, clasping and unclasping as I went,
until I found his sperm makers; a large, soft, smooth bag whose size almost
equaled my own. I cupped and hefted his young balls and whispered again,

"Do you want to empty these," I asked, giving the large eggs a little extra
squeeze for emphasis. He nodded his head and whispered,

"Oh yes. I do." I moved away from him and pulled gently, encouraging him to
roll onto his back while I raised up on one elbow. His eyes were wide open
and I looked down into them while I let go of him and used the back of my
hand to move the sheet and comforter back out of the way. I lowered my gaze
down to view, for the first time, the rigid piece of flesh that I went back
to fondling. He was almost ridiculously big, the size and girth of his
boyhood way out of context on his slender body. I moved about halfway up
the thick shaft and stroked him, slowly and lovingly. He closed his eyes as
his left hand moved and grasped onto my hard cock causing me to slowly
undulate my hips against his grip.  He was beginning to breathe rapidly and
I figured that his climax would happen quickly. I wasn't wrong.

"I'm gonna cum D, I'm gonna cum," he groaned out as his eyes opened and he
looked downward, his hands letting go of my cock as he concentrated on his
own sperming. I felt the tube in my hand thicken and watched the rest of
his body go rigid as the first glob on young teenage semen spurted out onto
his chest. He let his head fall back, eyes closed as the first thick glob
was followed by four more of equal volume and then it slowed to a
collection of four globs that oozed out of the fat head, the last one
exiting as if in slow motion, dripping out onto his heaving belly. His body
had relaxed and I continued to stroke him slowly, milking the throbbing
shaft until it quit leaking.

I finally loosened my grip and ran my hand softly up and down the underside
of his cock, gently fondling his balls at the bottom. He opened his eyes
and smiled.

"That was so awesome. It was everything I've ever dreamed about D. I wanted
to do this so bad and I knew before we even went to the bathroom and you
saw my cock for the first time that I wanted to be sexy with you." Without
asking I lowered my head. He knew what was coming, didn't turn his head and
closed his eyes at the last moment. Our lips touched ever so gently and I
kissed him, Brett returning the kiss. I broke contact and kissed him again
but when I tried to break away the second time his free hand snaked behind
my neck and kept me there while he opened his mouth a little wider and
moved his perfect lips with more pressure against mine. His hand had gone
back to grasping my cock, giving it short little strokes as he kissed and
when we finally stopped kissing and I rolled onto my back, he rolled toward
me and went about giving me a solid hand job seemingly oblivious to the
sperm cooling on his body.

"I never felt a cock other than mine D," he said, looking down at me. "Its
kinda a different feeling, hard but soft." He looked down and watched his
work looking over someone else's cock for the first time. I knew how he
felt, having been there before. There's quite a few things that we really
don't know about our bodies that the only way to really know are to look
closely at someone else's. Hey, it works.

"Can I try suckin on your cock D? I never done it before but I've been
wanting to try it."

"Sure you can Brett, just cover your teeth with your lips, like this," I
added, showing him. "You want to clean the cum off your body first though?"
He nodded his head so I reached down a grabbed my discarded boxers, wiped
him off then lay back down. He slid down along side of me, latched back
onto my cock and held it upright, then lowered his pretty little face to
it. I only saw the back of his head then felt the warmth of his mouth as it
closed over the swollen head of my cock. I relaxed back on the pillow, let
my hand trail along his smooth back, feeling the growing muscle while he
bobbed up and down on my cock head, trying to take an inch or so into his
mouth until he finally took too much and had to back off, choking. I patted
his back and said,

"Takes a little bit of practice Brett. You can't take too much in at once."
He smiled at me, his eyes teary, and nodded his head while another cough
over took him. He moved back down but didn't suck on my cock. He got
between my legs, hefted my balls and moved them around, investigating. I
spread my legs to give him room as he poked and prodded.

"How come you don't have so much hair D. I though all men had lotsa
hair. And your balls are so smooth too. Older guys I've seem before had
really hairy balls." I explained to him that I kept myself trimmed up
because I liked how it looked and so did those who shared my bed. That led
to a discussion of whether or not other boys shared my bed and I admitted
that they did and when asked I told him "No I didn't have a boyfriend."

"So, do you want to cum D?"  I did, and I told him so. "So what should I
do?" he asked as he began stroking me again. I told him to turn so that his
feet were pointed toward my head the lean across my leg so that he could
prop himself on an elbow between my legs. He did as I asked which gave me
some access to his cock and balls since we were almost in a sixty nine
position. I sort of rolled my upper body over and began playing with his
still rock hard young cock, stroking it gently, then moving down to fondle
and squeeze his soft smooth balls. God if my eyes had been closed I would
have sworn I was handling a grown man. I bent my upper body even more so
that I cold lick at his nuts, pushing the large eggs about with my
tongue. I took in the fragrance of him, the odor of healthy growing young
boy and felt my pulse quicken and my cock thicken with a throb. I licked at
the base of his cock and up the shaft about three or four inches. I really
wanted to suck his cock, to make him feel what that was like but in that
position he wouldn't have been able to jack me off so I had to wait. There
would be time.

Jacking me off usually takes time but when I'm with a boy for the first
time if often goes much faster. Playing with him and sucking him help a
great deal. And so, with a great deal of concentration on my part I help
bring on my orgasm. I finally rolled away from him, still grasping his cock
and said,

"It's almost there Brett, I'm gonna cum. Hold me tighter baby, go a little
faster and then I was there, the familiar tingling in my balls that moved
the shaft and then I shot, the first shot of five days of backed up sperm
flying a good six inches in the air and coming down onto my heaving belly,
the next shot catching air before the first one hit. My cock kept on
spitting, although not as high, until it slowed to an oozing mass which ran
down the head and shaft to coat Brett's knuckles.

"Damn that's a lot of cum D," he said with some awe as well as pride. He
finally let go and lay back down beside me while my hand went to work
slowly stroking and just loving myself. "Do you always make that much of
sperm?" he asked. I told him that I generally made quite a bit and that he
probably would too eventually. That seemed to make him happy. I reached
over the side of the bed and grabbed my boxers and cleaned myself off along
with Brett's spermy hand then tossed it back onto the floor. I grasped onto
his big hard cock and stroked it a little bit while I talked.

"As much as I would love to spend the day in bed with you there are things
that need to be done, not the least of which is that I need to go to the
bathroom." He nodded his head in agreement while his hand did to me what
mine was doing to him. Then I have some legal things to take care of. I
think that getting you some new clothes is in order as well." That caused
him to perk up his ears.

A small commotion at the door made my ears perk up and I smiled to
myself. "Excuse me a moment please Brett I need to get the door." I padded
out and cracked open the door to make sure that Harriet, the housekeeper,
cook, maid lady wasn't standing there then tossed the door open to let in
Sacha and Sabaka, the two Siberian Huskies. They stayed in their kennel at
night and were let out each morning by John, the older gentleman who
handled all the outside work at the house and the heavier stuff inside as
well as driver. Of course the dogs were always welcome in the house, having
been professionally trained, and so were let in immediately each morning to
run up stairs and greet Max.

The pups bounded in, full of youthful energy, eager to see me but when they
saw Brett they went for him immediately. Needless to say the boy was scared
but I yelled that it was okay. Brett was something new for the curious
young boys to investigate and that's just what they did in their
inimitable, exuberant and friendly manner. As soon as knew he wasn't going
to be eaten he laughed with delight and had to cover himself for the dogs
went straight for the hard pole standing up in front of the boy's slender
body.

"I'm going to go take care of my morning dump Brett. I'll come get you for
a shower when I'm done okay?" He had gone to the ground to protect himself,
laughing and pushing at the dogs who were more than willing to play games
with anyone.  I heard a muffled "yeah" from under the fur and went about my
business, returning to the room some fifteen minutes later to find all
three of the boys laying on the bed, the human sandwiched between the
canines, all three at rest. The one closest to me, Sabaka, raised his head
only slightly, saw who it was and dropped his head back onto the pillow.

"You need to use the bathroom or are you ready to take a shower?" I asked
to the room in general. Brett's head popped up from between the two dogs
and he responded that bathroom first shower second. He crawled up over
Sabaka and hit the floor, his cock finally softened and swaying slightly as
he walked. God the fucking thing look like it hung half way to his knobby
little knees. As Brett went by me I turned to watch his slender little butt
go by, a delectable sight if ever there was any. I whistled and the dogs
came off the bed like a shot, followed me to the bedroom door where I let
them out, knowing that they would head downstairs and either find Harriet
or go to their spot in the living room. I picked up the soiled boxers and
tossed them down the laundry chute just as the dumbwaiter chimed softly. A
hand operated dumbwaiter had been installed in the house when it was built
but Evelyn had it overhauled in the 60's so that it was electric and could
handle much heavier loads. I raised the door to find Brett's clothes washed
and neatly folded along with a small carafe of coffee and a glass of milk
in ice. Harriet was a very thorough and thoughtful housekeeper. She was
also glad to have me in the house. She had been with Max when I came to
live at the house and had always treated me like the son she never had. She
was well aware of my sexuality, knew that some times underage boys shared
my bed but had no problem with inter-generational relationships and knew
that whoever the boy was in my room, he was there of his own volition and
without any form of coercion.

I poured a cup of the strong Ethiopian brew and took my first sip of the
day. The door to the toilet room opened and wonderboy came out and I
offered him the orange juice which he gratefully took.  I had been mulling
over a plan in my head but wanted to think it through before presenting it
to anyone, especially the cute well hung young boy beside me. I motioned
for him to follow me and we went into the sitting room where I engaged him
in conversation regarding his circumstances.  I discovered that, aside from
his the aunt he'd been living with, he had no family to speak of. Oh, there
were some relatives spread out on the East coast but none that he'd ever
met. His grades in school were top notch, a consistent honor role student
with strength in the science and math department. He liked to play tennis,
loved swimming and eschewed team types of sports like football and the
like. He appeared to be self disciplined almost to a point of compulsion,
as also appeared to be honest to the core. The kind of boy I could
trust. The kind of boy I admired and enjoyed being around the most.

We finished our drinks about the same time and headed for the shower, a
large open tiled room that sat behind a curved wall of glass blocks. We did
fine, washing our own bodies, except for doing each other's back, cocks in
their default state. When I did Brett's back I allowed my hands to stray
down to the bubbly orbs of boy's butt and my fingers slipped inside,
grazing across the core of him until my fingers touched the underside of
his balls before making the return trip.

"Oh man that feels so good D," he almost groaned out. I made the trip two
more times, Brett stepping out with one foot to give me better access. I
reached around his waist with my free hand and grasped his rapidly growing
young horse cock and stroked him to full on hardness as I continued to
gently wash across his hole, cupping his balls from behind and squeezing
them before backing out. He began moaning and since I was dying to suck on
his boy stick I pulled down a removable shower head and rinsed him off,
causing to giggle and squirm when I watered his nuts from underneath.

Done, I turned him around, his big cock whacking me in the leg. I got to my
knees and looked the thing over, still gently stroking it, then took the
swollen head into my mouth and suckled it, my tongue exploring the silky
soft flesh and poking at his piss hole. My other hand went to the large
soft sperm makers where it cupped and tugged, a spare finger sneaking
backward and grazing the flesh between the base of his sac and his butt
hole.

"Ohhh gosh D I'm gonna cum," he moaned out after about a minute and a half
of play. I stroked him faster, felt the thick meat in my hand thicken and
then the warmth of his cum in my mouth. I swallowed quickly as each jet of
thick goo erupted from the boy, only getting to savor the taste of him when
the not so little machine slowed to an ooze. The show was over, too quick
as usual, and I backed off of his sensitive head but continued to stroke
him slowly, allowing him to revel in the afterglow of a sperming. He
finally spoke.

"God that was so hot D having you suck on me while I squirted. What's it
taste like, sperms I mean? Can I suck on you, can I drink your sperms too
D?" he asked with eagerness. Well, I didn't see why not. The cute young
teen got into position and began sucking my rock hard cock but his mouth
got tired quickly. I suggested that I jack off and tell him when I was
going to cum and he readily agreed. We did just that, me stroking rapidly
while the long haired young blonde remained on his knees in front of me,
one hand cupping my balls while the other fiddled and fussed with his own
still hard young cock. It didn't take long. With one hand on the back of
his head, I told him I was ready and gently guided him toward me. His mouth
opened wide and he got the very tip of my cock head in just as I came, the
thick jets of cum blasting into his mouth. There was too much liquid for
him to swallow easily and he moved his head, the next shot hitting him
square on the cheek just below his eye, the next one hitting his upper lip
and the next hitting his chin. He didn't back away or move but stayed put
with his eyes closed, allowing me to cum on his smooth young face. It was
hot as all hell and I reveled in the sight. My cock slowed to a dribble and
Brett opened his eyes while his tongue snaked out to lap up my dripping
sperm. He surprised me by grasping my shaft and rubbing it along side his
face and against his lips, spreading my cum every where.

My show was finally over and Brett stood up, his face awash in slimy white
goo which seemed to bother the boy not in the least. He smiled and told me
how hot it was doing that asking if I'd ever done it, to which I simply
smiled and nodded my head. We got him cleaned off, both of us doing a last
quick soap then getting out and drying off. Brett was surprised to see his
clothes all neatly folded and when he asked, I explained about Harriet.
Needless to say he was concerned about her thinking we had sex so I had to
explain that it wasn't going to be a problem and to trust me. He simple
said "Okaaaay."

"Come one, let's go see what Harriet has for breakfast."


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