Date: Fri, 21 Nov 2008 09:30:50 -0800 (PST) From: Tim Smith <mint848848@yahoo.com> Subject: Massaging Kevin DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of a boy discovering his sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between an underage boy and adult male... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but cannot be reposted. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic deceitful the please leave now. If you enjoy the story, please let me know. All flames will be ignored. MASSAGING KEVIN Being a young teacher has its advantages. I get off summers, the kids still think I'm cool and I get to do something I really enjoy. My problem is I'm bi and scared to come out of the closet in fear that I would lose my job. It's illegal to fire me because of something like that but they'll find something else to put on me and blow it out of proportion. I've seen it happen. One teacher worked in the school district for years. But he happened to be in the middle of giving a blow job when the adult bookstore got raided last year and that was the end of his career. He never knew I was bi but my gaydar gave him up the first day I met him. Perhaps he knew about me too but never said anything. So anyway -- at 28 years of age, I was a closeted bisexual and was fine with that. I never really had a steady girlfriend or boyfriend. I don't really know which gender I'd choose! During the summers, I took advantage of my off time by enjoying my second favorite thing in life: nudism. I have a seasonal camping site at a clothing optional resort. To make a little money on the side there, I am the resort's official masseur. I studied hard and became certified in many forms of massage and because of it, my schedule is constantly full. I don't dedicate too many hours to it because I want to enjoy the resort as well, but it certainly pays for my site fees and more! My clients range from repeats who frequent the resort on a regular basis and transient guests who are just vacationing for a short stay. It's fun to get first time nudists. They are never sure what is allowed and ask a ton of questions during the massage. I sometimes act as their "break in" person explaining how they need to drop the anxiety and just do it. I always suggest a few drinks before their first time to lower their anxiety. The biggest question I get is about erections. I explain that the erection may or may not happen and regardless -- it's looked upon as a natural occurrence and eventually will go away. That usually leads to the males on my table being a bit more open and most times being much more willing to relax and let their dick express how good a job I'm doing to them. I don't say a word -- I just admire the scenery as I continue the massage. I will admit, I know just where to rub a man to get him hard. I don't mean directly rubbing their cock either. It ends up being a game for me of how quickly I can bone them up! I must say I've seen some rather impressive cocks and balls. And I must admit I may have gone beyond what is considered a professional massage -- but I've never has a client leave unsatisfied. The married straight guys are usually the most willing! Some of my clients come just to get off. If I'm not into them, they often just masturbate while I rub elsewhere. If I'm into them, I jump on the table and we just do it! Male or female, I know my way around the human body! Our camping resort is a family resort. There are many families who participate in the lifestyle together. Of course the pool area has the most kids. While the facility is clothing optional, the pool area is a nude required area. So you see a mixture of adults and kids of all maturity levels playing with no regards to their nudity. Boys, girls, young, teens -- you name it. Most are watched like a hawk by their parents so they don't get abducted by a perv. What they should watch for more is other kids! I've "accidentally" walked in on many kids during their rounds of experimentation. I just happen to know where they usually go and often take a hike in the same part of the resort. Yea, I'm a voyeur and lucky for me, I've seen it all! Boys-Girls, Boys-Boys and on one occasion, two girls. I don't make a big deal about it and tell them they need a better hiding place. I always add a lecture to the mixed genders about being extra careful so as not to get pregnant accidentally. All have been appreciative that I wasn't going to turn them in. Hey -- I was a kid once and I still wish I was. That early part of my sexual development is still crystal clear in my memory and I would love to repeat it having my current knowledge and courage. But for now, I just take in a few minutes (sometimes more) of their activity before I step forward. It's cute to see them afterwards with that knowing sly smile we share. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a perv that I want to have sex with them, I just like to reminisce about my own childhood sexcapades! It was one of my days off that I met Kevin. Well I first met his mom. They arrived a few days prior in a huge motor home. From Texas I believe. They obviously had money and as she approached me, I just stared at her huge rings and obvious boob job. "Mister -- you the massage guy?" I noticed an accent, but couldn't place it. "My son fell on his skateboard. He hurt his back bad. Can you help?" After clearing up that he wasn't bleeding, had any broken bones and wasn't in need of an ER, I slipped on a pair of shorts and drove the topless woman to her camp site in my golf cart. When I arrived, I saw her son and he seemed fine! He was actually running around collecting rocks and skipping them across the lake along their site. I'd guess he was 8 or 9. Tall for his age but his tiny penis and ball sack gave away his true age. "Where's Kevin?" the woman asked a nude greek looking guy in the doorway of the motor home. "He's taking a shower." The man answered. I guess the boy skipping the rocks was his brother. "Tell him to get out here -- I have massage guy to fix his back." With that, she grabbed my hand and guided me in their RV. They offered me a beverage and twice told their son to hurry up. I said it was OK and learned a bit about them as I waited. They were indeed from Texas and were trying nudism for the first time (in public). Up until this trip, they were home nudists but wanted to try a resort. So they bought the RV and here they are. I asked how they liked the place and they both agreed they would be back. They said their younger son jumped right in and doesn't seem to mind being nude, but their older son had yet to shed his clothes outside the motor home except for last night when he sat with them at their campfire. "Well, at least he's starting to warm up to the idea." I suggested. Just as I finished speaking, the bathroom door opened and a slim teenager appeared with a white towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was still wet from his shower and his chest glistened with water as he entered our area. For the fist time in years, I was mesmerized. He was an object of pure beauty! His dark hair hung over one eye and the other was a piercing ice blue that hooked me and wouldn't let me go. His smooth hairless chest was defined but not muscular. You could see traces of his rib cage as it led to his thin belly with just the slight beginnings of ab muscles. His inny belly button was as perfect as a doctor can make. He immediately reminded me of a kid I messed around with at summer camp. Thin and dark complexion but my friend was hispanic. This boy was so much more beautiful. My thoughts were shifted as the woman asked him to step forward towards us. He had a slight limp as he walked the 10 steps to his mother. "Kevin, turn around." she ordered. "He said it hurt him here." She said as she pointed to his lower back. "And he hurt his balls too.", his father added. "Dad!" Kevin whined as he gave him a look that said "Why do you always have to be so frank?" "Well you said you landed bad and your legs split weird." I jumped in here and suggested he pulled his groin muscle and not his actual testicals. "My balls and my groin are fine." Kevin assured the group in the room. "Well whatever, but you need to get worked on so you don't have pain the rest of the trip.", his mom said as she reached in her purse and handed me a wad of cash. "Take care of him please." I assured her I would do everything I could. At that point I was very happy that I had I slipped on my shorts as I left the pool. I was able to control myself from going fully hard, but I knew I was chubbing up in anticipation of Kevin's massage. Geez -- maybe I am a perv! Kevin went into his bedroom to get changed. I didn't think he'd just drop the towel and leave with me based on how his mother described his shyness to being nude in public. While I was waiting in my golf cart, I counted the money I was given. There was enough for at least 90 minutes and a fat tip too! I already decided a tip would not be necessary being that I was going to massage a young Adonis! Five minutes later, Kevin limped to my cart and hopped in the passenger side. He had on baggy mesh basketball shorts, a loose tank top and sandals. "Ready?" I asked. "Anything to get away from them." He answered while rolling his eyes. "She spends the whole time telling me what I should do. Play with that boy -- he looks your age. Go to the pool -- you like swimming. Give me a break!" "Well hopefully I'll be able to give you a break and help your pain too." I said. "Oh that. I did fall off my board, but it's certainly not to the extent that I told her. I just wanted an excuse to lay in bed and play video games. And then she drags you down. I can't wait until I'm 18.", he said, again rolling his eyes. "How old are you anyway? I asked. "I just turned 14. Only 4 more years!", was his quick answer. Being that we weren't that far away from my site, we soon arrived. I have a deck behind my site with a 10'x10' canopy where I give the massages. I curtain off the sides during the massage to provide privacy. I showed Kevin the tent and pointed out the chair where he could put his stuff. I asked if he ever had a massage and he said no. I told him that I was going inside to get my supplies and heat up the oil and that he should take the time to disrobe and lay face down on the massage table. "Like how much do I need to take off?", he asked without looking at me. "Based on your injury site, I'd suggest everything.", I honestly answered him. I wasn't used to the question since I'm at a nudist resort, but I understood Kevin being so naive. "I've got loose shorts -- aren't they good enough?", he asked, again not looking at me. "Tell you what, take this towel and drape it over your privates. I can easily move it around to get to the areas I need to." Kevin finally made eye contact and grabbed the towel from me. I couldn't stop myself from saying my next statement, "You have the most incredible eyes." I resented saying it based on how it sounded but dug myself even deeper by adding "You normally can only get that look from colored contacts, and even then, they'd never get as perfect as yours. The girls must tell you that all the time." "Yea. Thanks.", he answered while showing some blush in his cheeks. I excused myself and went inside to change into my white scrubs which is what I always start out in. I put the oil in my warmer and quickly pulled out my muscle group text book to study the groin muscles. That's normally sports medicine and not something I've worked on before. I saw that to treat them correctly, I'd be doing some motions that could easily be seen as sexual! I have to lift his ball sack and rub his taint. Maybe I'll ask him to hold his nuts while I do it. I didn't want to get in trouble if he tells his parents I touched him there! Then again, I was told by them that one of his injuries was his groin muscle. I can't get in trouble for doing what was medically necessary. Nervous, I collected my supplies and headed out to the massage tent. I asked from outside if he was ready and heard an "I guess." I went in and found Kevin still seated but with his shirt and sandals removed. "What's the matter?" I asked. "I really don't think I need this. Like I said, I faked my injuries." Just then it hit me. He's no different than most first timer guys I massage. He's worried about a hard on! With that thought in my head, I went into my standard lecture for the shy people. "Listen, I know your first time getting a massage can make you nervous. You don't know me. You've probably never been touched by someone other than your spouse or girlfriend." I just realized what I just said. "Well I guess that part doesn't apply to you Kevin." He smiled. "Regardless, I've seen it all and I'm not looking anyway." OK, so I lied. "I have a job to do and that's why we're here -- to make you feel better and for the next 90 minutes, to get you away from your family and to put you in a blissful place you've never been to before! Even if you do it just to release the stress from your family, it'll be worth it." I usually pause here and look at their reaction. Kevin never looked up. In fact, he took a quick glance at his crotch. Probably to see if he was showing any signs that he was hard (my guess). Perfect timing since my next part goes like this, "And if it's an erection that you're worried about, just know that I was taught in school that 75% of all male clients get an erection during part and sometimes all of the massage (my clients are more like 90%!). You certainly wouldn't be my first and like I said before, my concentration is on treating you to a wonderful 90 minutes. If anything, an erection is proof that I'm doing a great job." It then dawned on me that I've never had a client with an erection prior to the start of the massage. If Kevin was boned up now, he may feel weird that he has one in anticipation of me starting. "Look Kevin, if I was in your position, and I clearly remember being 14, I'd be shy too. I was getting hard ons from everything. Every time I got naked, I was boning up! The guys at school used to make fun of me but eventually got used to it when they saw how much more mature I was than them if you know what I mean. They accused me of getting hard to show off!" "You used to get hard in the showers? Oh my God -- I do too, but I do it so fast and make the water all cold, that nobody really notices.", Kevin admitted. I continued our conversation by adding "Hey -- getting naked is the first part of having sex. It's natural for your body to react like that -- it doesn't know why you're naked." Then Kevin opened up, "I get hard EVERY time I get naked too. Even at home when I take a shower. I can't even change after school without get hard!" Kevin said. "How about when you get nude with your family?" I asked picturing the scenario. "I'm hard like 80% of the time. That's why I can't get nude here -- I guarantee it would be 100% of the time! Have you seen my stepmom's boobs?" Kevin asked. I guess it's cool to oogle your stepmother. "Are you hard now?" I asked. Instead of answering, Keven removed his arms from his lap and pushed his crotch forward. The answer was an obvious rock hard bulge which appeared in his shorts. It was up at an angle and if I were to guess, it was about 5" of meat. "Well I guess that answers that question. Listen, I'll leave the canopy again. Go ahead and jump on the table with the towel draped over you. If you feel more comfortable lying on your stomach, then do that. OK?" "I guess." Kevin finally answered. I left the tent and not 10 seconds later, Kevin called out that he was ready. I entered the canopy and found Kevin lying away from me with his head in the face ring. He was on his stomach and the towel was on his ass. I turned on my new age music and found my tube of oil I had simmering in a pot of water to warm it up. I stood at his head and pushed an ample amount of the warm oil from his neck to his lower back. I repeated this numerous times making sure the oil was spread evenly. From that point on, it was routine. If anything, it was amazing how easy it was to identify his muscle groups in my head. He was so lean and smooth -- the perfect human male. Kevin was a moaner. I didn't expect that from him since he was so quiet earlier. I like moaners because you know when you're hitting the right spots with the right pressure. I kept asking him if I was pressing too hard and he always wanted more. Most of my clients of Kevin's stature are female and prefer a relaxing massage over a deep tissue. I obliged to Kevin's coaching even though I felt like I was going to break him in half sometimes! I kept the towel in place as I worked Kevin's lower back. It was lower than his faint tan line so I was still able to massage his entire back with only a few wandering fingertips going under the towel's edge. After 20 minutes of back, neck and scalp work, I moved to his legs. Again, very ladylike but obviously on a male. His sparse blond hairs gave way to my waves of oil and soon both his legs were moisturized for smooth even massaging. Our chit chat during this time was mainly me giving advice on where I thought he was tight and simple stretches to do before activity to help. I doubt he'd do any -- he's a kid. But it kept me from verbalizing what was really going through my mind. The fact that he is the most amazing body I ever laid hands on and I intended to steal him from his parents and devote the rest of my life to massaging him (and maybe a bit more than just massage, wink). I pretended my hands were my tongue as I caressed his size 6 feet. He obviously had his feet pedicured since each nail was perfectly cut without a dry flake of skin anywhere. I dreamed of Kevin laying naked on his back with his feet together. And I'm sliding my cock between his two soft feet mixing my pre-cum with the hot massage oil and fucking his feet until my cum shoots up on his own hard cock. Damn -- now I have a huge bulge in my pants! I was able to keep it professional and under control until now. Well he's facing down so he won't see it anyway. I moved away from his feet -- I had to! I had to delve into covered territory. Lets see how Kevin will react. "Hey Buddy! I need to loosen your towel a bit to get the top of your legs. You're laying on it so if you can just pop your butt up for a second, I'll reposition it so I can continue working and you stay covered." He didn't say anything but after a few seconds he began to stir. He used his knees as a pivot on the table and brought his body backwards to get his mid section off the table. His head was the other point of contact. I took that as a sign of "Do whatever you need to do" and I pulled at the towel. Keven was facing away from me so I decided to sneak a peek. I knew once I got the towel loose, his cock would be exposed -- even if it was a 2 inch space between his hips and the table. I knew I didn't have long or else he'd know something was up. I had to make it seem like everything was professional and normal. OK -- I pulled on the towel from the bottom to the side of the table. Boom -- there it is! About 5½ inches of hard, circumcised, upward pointing perfection! I took a mental picture in case I would never see it ever again! Gosh, I still remember that image. It will forever be one of the sexiest 5 seconds of my life! I was shaking as I repositioned the towel to just cover his behind and drape down the sides of the table. "Everything comfy?" I asked before going on. "Uh huh" is all I got back. Well to properly massage the thigh, you have to take it all the way up the glutes. So I folded the towel up and over his butt displaying one incredible ass globe and his entire crack. Thank goodness I was using warm oil because I think I salivated onto him! I didn't know if Kevin would reject my ass massage. To give him comfort, I explained how the gutes are the largest muscle and if your body is to be fully affected, the glutes are a must. I made up stories of how shy people who didn't allow me to massage their butt came back a second time because they still had pain or soreness. I'm sure that may have happened somewhere sometime. I don't know if it was my talk or the blissful state that Kevin was in, but there was no resistance to my new massage territory. An additional bonus of this was the display of Kevin's scrotum. They weren't big balls, but you could definitely see how juicy they were. Naturally hairless, they bunched up between Kevin's legs on display like a hidden virgin treasure that I was first to discover. Since Kevin didn't have an issue with the butt massage, I wonder if he would react negatively to what I had to do to properly treat his groin muscle injury. Based on what I reviewed in my text book, either him or I would have to hold his balls to one side while I worked the muscle underneath. I certainly wasn't going to give him the option to hold them! While I thought about that, it gave me the courage to get a little unprofessional. I know what you're thinking -- so far this whole thing is unprofessional. Well if you're still reading, you'd do it too! Probably more! So anyway, I extended my circular hand strokes and opened my fingers like a spider on his ass and leg. Once in a while, a wandering digit MAY have gone into his ass crack instead of just over it. And another MAY have brushed his ball sack on the up swing. I just noticed Kevin stopped moaning. That means he either wasn't enjoying it anymore or he was pretending not to notice my inappropriate touching. I really really wanted to accidentally touch his pucker but thought I'd wait until I switched sides. Here was a turning point. Kevin didn't have his head in the head ring anymore. Instead, he chose to lay on the side of the ring. That is the side I was working on next. If his eyes were open, he'd see the bulge in my pants. I adjusted as best as I could but it still was relatively obvious. Did I care? He had a hardon. Is it so bad that I did too? I told him I get hard from everything like he did. Even though he's never had a massage before, he has to know I'm going a bit over the line. Or does he think that stuff is part of a real massage? Damn I was nervous! I looked at my clock and see I've been massaging Kevin for 50 minutes and I haven't even touched his left ass cheek. I just took the chance and moved to his left side and lifted the towel off his ass. I was staring at his beautiful face when he must have felt my stare. His eyes opened and he smiled. "You like it so far?" I asked. He answered with one of those big "Uh huh!" like they used to do on the Little Rascals. I smiled back and suggested he put his face in the ring. He said if it was OK, he'd prefer to stay put and crunched his nose. Fine with me. And I smiled back. Geez, I wanted to scoop him up and hug him so bad! I readjusted the towel so his fresh ass check was uncovered. Again, the exposed area included his crack. I doubt he can tell how much of his incredible butt is being exposed to me. I repeated what I did on his other glute but just could not keep myself out of his crack. At first it was just a pinky at the top but as I convinced myself that I was going to be locked up after he told his parents what I did, I figured I'd better make the next 20 years behind bars worth it. I started a rubbing motion that went from his upper thigh and rolled up his cheek with my thumb coming millimeters from his sweet puckered hole. The first time I saw it, I fell in love. One of my favorite sexual activities is rimming an asshole. Kevin's hole was, just like everything else, perfect. Just a few hairs to identify his maturity level but mostly bare and colored just slightly darker than the creamy skin on his ass. The stretch lines were evenly placed with a perfect center that just said "lick me." I repeated my upward stroke about 6 times and decided any more would be going over the line. Since I went over the line so many times already during this massage, I couldn't convince myself that now was the time to stop. My final three strokes included an obvious thumb trail right over his anus. Kevin's pleasure moans reminded me he was there (I think I was in la la land) and I nervously looked at his face. His eyes were closed, but then quickly opened, stared at my bulging crotch and then at my face, and then closed again. I had no idea what he was thinking, but I hope it was how incredibly great that felt and that he wanted me to do it more. Since I wasn't about to ask, I just said "Time to turn over buddy." He opened his eyes again and repeated the same thing: looked at my crotch, looked at my face but this time smiled and did a little fake little boy whine like he didn't want to do something. I said I'd help him and lifted the far side of the towel up so there was a towel wall between me and his naked body which gave him the privacy to flip over without me seeing anything. I wish I was on the other side of the table so I could see everything! As Kevin reluctantly flipped he spent the entire time looking down at his crotch I guess to see how hard he was and to determine if there was anyway to prevent me from realizing it. After he flipped, I laid the towel down and of course, his boner was obvious. His erection was the type that went up to his belly and I'd guess even if he was standing up, it would still be in that position. Boys that age seem to have that type of stiffy. I did and I remember many boys in my neighborhood did as well. I'll have to tell you about them later. I took the opportunity to look away from Kevin to fiddle with my oils. I'm sure he was checking out his bulge while I wasn't looking -- again, trying to figure out if there was a way to hide it. A penis that size is a tough thing to hide -- especially on his small stature. I thought I should also spend some time trying to hide my cock. I pulled the draw strings on my scrub pants and retied them to hold it back better. It was poking over the top of my waistband but my shirt was hiding my excitement. OK -- here we go. I started on his chest and everything was going well. Until Kevin started giggling. I guess he has a funny bone in his belly -- every time I got near his belly button, he giggled. This is fine during foreplay but it tends to take a client out of their relaxed state of mind on the massage table. So I avoided his stomach and moved to his legs. The process with the legs is to start with individual areas and then do long deep stokes from foot to hip and back. Kevin even moaned when I did his legs. I'm sure from boarding, he really gives them a workout on a regular basis. When I got to a man's upper thigh, I usually go as high as I can. To measure that on someone with a towel, you just reach underneath until you come in contact with a ball. I know -- not very scientific, but it works. Nobody ever complained. Some let out their biggest moan which is usually the sign that they wouldn't mind a repeat "accidental" touch and maybe even more. Kevin didn't exactly moan when I did it. It was more of a whole body flinch like he just felt something he never felt before. Well I would imagine he never did have another person touch his nuts before. I looked at his face and his eyes were closed and he had a small smile that said I didn't go over the line. I resisted doing a repeat. Not because I came to my senses that I would be molesting a 14 year old boy, but because I knew I was going to legitimately grasp his sack later when I massaged his groin "injury." I picked up the side of the towel that covered his right side and folded it over his crotch. This exposed his right side from head to toe and I could really see how smooth and slim he was. I had to be careful not to stare too long since it would be so easy for Kevin to catch me simply by opening an eye. I started my long strokes up his leg using my forearm for extra pressure. This usually gives a "hurts so good" feeling to the "victim" but Kevin never complained. This step is repeated a half dozen times and on my second time up, I purposely moved my elbow in a manner that it rubbed against the crunched towel on the way up. I immediately got a view of his right nut the first time, the whole sack the 3rd time and the base of his hard cock by my last stroke. I am such a perv!! But I know you're glad I am! Unfortunately, I had to cover my handy work as I moved to the other side. I repeated every step and once again, I felt a jolt when I first touched Kevin's scrotum. What he didn't know is that I positioned the towel so it was exposed so I really didn't need to measure how far I was "allowed" to go up his inner thigh. Unfortunately, by doing this, my elbow trick didn't work and I wasn't able to see any of his dick this time around. Normally at this time, the massage is over. Well unless I was having sex with my client or they were ready for their happy ending. Roughly 80% of my clients get off during the massage. Either with their own hand or mine. Or for the special men and women -- because of my mouth or cock! I guess I'm somewhat of a slut. And it's probably because of this why I don't have a girlfriend (or boyfriend). But I digress. My next step with Kevin is to apply the techniques from my textbook to treat his groin injury. I told this to Kevin and he opened his eyes, looked in my face like "are you sure?", then looked in my crotch, and then back at my face. He wasn't so good at the subtleness of his curiosity but I thought it was cute. "What do you have to do?" he asked. I told him it's no different than what I've been doing but it would be in a more intimate area. "Based on the words `groin injury' where do you think that may be?" I asked. He smiled and said "My right shoulder?" I smiled back and just dove right in. "Let's get this over with." As if I was dreading the act. "I have to move the towel -- that OK?" I asked. "Not really, but I don't think I have a choice. I guess it's no secret what you're going to see under there." he said referring to his erection. "Like I said before, I've seen a lot of these in my days above the table" I said as I lifted his towel "But not too many THIS big!" I added as a compliment to help his embarrassment. "Shut up!" he said as he got up on his elbows and joined my stare of his cock. It was my first real look of it and I'm sure it was the most perfect penis I've ever seen! Now that it's on full display, I probably underestimated a bit. He had to be at least 6 inches, circumcised to perfection, straight as an arrow, a slightly darker complexion, the head swelled to perfect proportion above his shaft which had just the right amount of veins. His shaft was thick but not the entire length. Its biggest girth was thicker as the rim of his head. His penis lips puffed ever so slightly and his crown rim was textured with tiny pleasure bumps that I wanted to put in action with my tongue. His pubic hair was only above his shaft which left his penis and ball sack completely hairless. I swear 30 seconds must have gone by before either of us said a word. I remembered my last sentence and added to it "No seriously, you're hung for a kid your age. Like I said, I remember being 14 and I wasn't packing this kinda meat back then." In my case, I didn't measure 6 inches until I was 15 so I wasn't lying. Again, there was a long pause as we both admired his junk. It seemed he was cool with it so I took advantage of the situation. "Well, instead of just staring at your groin, why don't I fix it for you?" I said as I moved to the end of the table. "Can you slide down towards me?" I asked. He did and I enjoyed watching his penis bobbing back and forth as he repositioned his body. "Okay -- now it'll probably be best if you put your feet flat on the table -- bending your knees." I said as I grabbed each foot and spread them as wide as they'd go. I wasn't expecting him to cooperate as much as he was. For being as shy as he was earlier, he certainly was being a good patient. Kevin stayed propped up on his elbows and was planning to watch me "fix" him. I glanced down at my own cock and could see my bulge but based on how I tied it back I wasn't certain that Kevin could tell just how throbbingly hard I was. But it was his penis that I was more interested in. "Okay -- you need to let me know if any of this hurts. I don't want to injure you more." I warned as I reached to lift his testicals. He gasped as I touched him and I looked up into his face. "It's okay -- I'm just sensitive when people touch my nuts. Happens every time." I didn't know if he was kidding or if he had more experience that I thought. Of course now I was picturing him messing around with his friends. Instead of questioning him, I just gave him a raised eyebrow look and he gave me a wink. Okay -- I will have to question him later regarding that! For now, I have a task to do. Task is definitely the wrong word since there was nothing in the world I'd rather be doing at that moment! Looking back, I doubt I needed to even lift his balls out of the way. They were medium sized nuts that still had some puberty to go before they became adult sized. None the less, I wanted to touch them and this gave me the excuse. I had them in my left hand while I used my lubricated right thumb to start rubbing his taint. I went from his center and down to his leg. Over and over while the oils spread into a slippery path. After a bit, I expanded the path and started circling the entire area -- from the edge of his balls to his ass cheeks. Not many people realize the taint is actually an extension of a man's penis. When you're hard, your taint is hard. So when it is rubbed and pressed, it actually is just another form of masturbation. I've gotten a lot of guys off using this technique, especially if it's an addition to jerking him off. Kevin's plan to watch me must have been foiled by my rubbing. His eyes were closed and his head was bobbing in random directions. A glance down to his dick showed a beautiful string of sticky pre-cum oozing out his head. I guess he was enjoying my molestation. Hey -- let's face it -- that's what I was doing. Well as long as I was going to jail, I thought I'd dig myself even deeper. I'm standing on the right side of the table. My left hand is cupping and occasionally rolling his balls. Then I bring my inner forearm down and lay it upon Kevin's pulsing erection. My forearm was well oiled from rubbing his legs earlier. That, mixed with his pre-cum lubes up our contact point and his hips immediately begin to move in the rhythm of my thumb rubbing. I was only using the thumb on my right hand so I fisted the remainder of my fingers and brought my knuckles to his crack. I could plainly see his puckered anus and aimed my bumpy knuckles so he would get to know what good is! To this point, his moans became mute but my anal massage woke up his vocal cords. Not loud enough to alarm anyone at the next campsite, but it was obvious Kevin planned to get off very soon. Before that happened, I decided I had to touch his beautiful asshole so I opened my fist and took my first two fingers out and rubbed the outside of his hole. At this point I think I moaned! By now, Kevin was pumping my forearm and alternating heavy breathing with him holding his breath. It's been a while since I saw a guy in this much bliss! I curled my fingers and pushed a bit into Kevin's anus. It was well lubricated from the oil on my hand and made it very easy to rub the inside rim. I didn't dare take it beyond my first knuckle. It was so tight back there, Kevin practically cut the circulation in my finger tip! I caught Kevin watching a few times through the slits of his eyes. His look was familiar: "I'm going to cum if you don't stop!" Well I had no intention of stopping. Instead I pressed harder with my forearm and used my patented taint stroke that always produces desired results. It only took about 10 more seconds before Kevin lifted his entire body off the table and arched his back so much I thought he broke something! The limberness of a young boy is incredible! His first shot was like a bullet and landed smack in the middle of his neck! A big gooey splat that immediately started running in all directions. The next shot landed near his right nipple and a surprisingly large amount of boy cum continued to ooze out onto his belly after that. He finally brought his body back down to the table and let a huge amount of air from his lungs that indicated he had held his breath the entire orgasm. I looked at his angelic face and said "Holy crap!" His explanation was "It's been a while. Not much privacy when you sleep 15 feet from your parents." "Yea, I guess not. Apparently it was well overdue. I hope I haven't stepped over the line." I was asking. "Oh hell no. I didn't think it was going to happen, but I'm sure glad it did. Thanks!" he reassured me. So maybe I wasn't going to jail after all! I tossed him a dry towel to clean up and went inside to get hot towels to clean him up a bit more. I returned to find him laying flat out on the table with his eyes closed. His hardon was still pulsing. I didn't ask. I just took the hot towel and started rubbing his chest. He opened his eyes and his look gave me permission to continue. I went up to his neck to remove any crusty evidence of his cum and then down his chest to his stomach. I skipped his dick and brought a fresh section of the towel to his taint to clean the oils I had rubbed in there. I brought the hot wet towel upward into his balls and thoroughly wiped them clean. Then Kevin did the cutest thing! He made his cock bounce up and down over and over asking "What about me?" I couldn't let him leave with a dirty cock! I found a clean section of the warm towel and draped it over his hard cock. There was only one way to clean it. I put my hand on the towel and grasped his cock through the towel. This is the first time I "handled" Kevin's dick and it sent shivers through my body. I was holding a 14 year old boy's penis in my hand and he is okay with it! The warm temperature of the towel and my gentle stroking made Kevin moan a bit more. It wasn't until he started giggling and pushed my had away that I was brought back down from the clouds. "Stop -- it's too sensitive!" he commanded. I reluctantly stopped and lifted the towel off his penis. He was fully exposed and I took a mental picture that I have kept my entire life! "There's a shower over there if you'd like to wash up." I told him. "Okay -- sounds good." Kevin said as he hopped off the table and wrapped his midsection with a towel. He walked past me with a large grin on his face and entered the outdoor shower area. I built the shower as a box attached to the side of my trailer. It has three walls -- the fourth being the trailer itself. I then did what I've done many times before. You know, writing this story just shows me how much I really am a perv! I went inside my trailer to my bedroom. I stripped my pants off and released my cock which has been so hard for so long it actually hurt to move it! I was careful not to creak the bed as I laid down and pulled the curtain about two inches to see the most beautiful object on the face of the Earth. Kevin was in full view (he couldn't see me since the bedroom was very dark and the window glass reflected the daylight). I tried to hold back since a soaped up Kevin was a site you wanted to watch forever. I hardly had to stroke myself! I successfully stopped myself from cumming about six times before I lost control. I had one of the most incredible orgasms of my life just as Kevin put his head back, closed his eyes and let the shower stream flow onto his face and down his shiny chest washing the suds onto his semi-hard cock which at that moment started to unload a steady stream of piss onto the deck floor. I'm not a water sports kinda guy, but I've been staring at guy's cocks at the urinals since I was five years old and a piss stream has always been a sexy stimulant to me. Soon afterwards, the shower water was shut off and I rushed to clean up my cum and put my shorts back on. I returned to the deck and found Kevin pulling his shirt over his head. "All ready?" I asked. "No not really! I obviously can have a better time with you than back with my crazy family." he joked. "Well I doubt they'd be willing to give you up. You're too perfect." I said as I admitted my attraction. Kevin blushed at that and hopped in the passenger seat of my golf cart. I hopped on and started driving towards his parent's site. "Well I doubt an injury as severe as mine can be treated in just one visit, right? Kevin asked. I got a huge smile on my face as I replied "Well not usually. It often takes time to identify the specific muscle that's injured. Lots of inspection and probing." "Okay, I'll let Mom know I'll need to come back. You have any open slots tomorrow?" Kevin asked. I messed up Kevin's damp hair and laughed as I answered "Whenever you want buddy. Whenever you want!"