Date: Fri, 10 Jun 2005 11:10:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: Motel Encounters

This is a story, a figment of my imagination, nothing more. It depicts
graphic sexual encounters between an adult male and non-adult males. If
this is illegal where you live, or if you're under age please consider
yourself warned. I will accept no responsibility for your-the reader's-
bodily reactions to anything you may read here.


Day I


"Ty wants to let you to suck his cock," the boy said as he looked at me,
then convulsed in laughter. The boy that he had nodded his head at, who he
was referring to, turned bright red and slugged his companion in the arm as
the mouthy one tried to squeeze out of the slowly opening doors of the
elevator that the three of us were in.

"You fucking asshole Jeff," I heard the boy cry out as he chased after the
boy who'd put him on the spot. It was typical boy type behavior, the need
to embarrass a friend if you could manage it, so whether the first boy had
actually said something to his mouthy friend about sucking cock or not was
a moot point. I didn't dwell on it overly long, although the boy in
question was a cutie. About eleven or twelve, his almost stick straight
dishwater blonde hair hung to his shoulders, his bangs reaching below his
chin, the ends flipping out slightly.  His face seemed perfectly smooth,
the cheeks as rosy as those found on paintings of children at that
age. From what I'd seen, his eyes were a deep blue and framed by somewhat
thick, dark brown brows and thick darker eyelashes. He looked about five
feet even, or less, and probably weighed in at a buck fifteen tops. I'd
seen him around the motel the first day I was there and discovered that he
and his friend were staying on the same floor as I was although at the
other end of the hall from me. He was indeed a cute young thing, his high
voice indicating that puberty was not quite in session and although I don't
generally feel a lot of attraction to boys that young I did find myself
thinking about his beauty and wondering what he might look like in a year
or so.

My second encounter with the boys took place later that afternoon and was
similar to the first one except that it wasn't in the elevator but in the
hallway that separated the two rows of rooms in that wing.

"Now Ty says he wants to suck your cock mister," the pudgy imp of a friend
said as the boys passed by me. The statement caused another outburst of
laughter from the speaker and cursing from the other as the latter chased
his tormenter down the length of the hallway before they disappeared down
the stairs. Now I was beginning to wonder if the cute young blonde boy had
actually said something to his friend, as stupid as that might seem given
the other boy's proclivity to being mouthy and inclined to secret
sharing. I wondered if they were playing sexy together, as boys that age
frequently do, and had Ty maybe commented on being with an older guy or me
specifically and if me specifically what made him think I'd be willing to
play? Was the infamous gaydar present at that early an age? It all
certainly provided food for thought.

My third encounter came about when I was getting something out of my rental
car, which was parked in the lot below where my room was located at the
back end of the building. I pulled my upper body from where I was bent over
into the backseat, closed the door and turned around to find the boy
standing there, and pulled myself up short.

"About my cousin mister. He's sort of an asshole. I'm sorry he said those
things." His voice was sort of high, that melodic sound that boys have
before puberty sets in. Close up he was as cute as I'd thought he was, his
eyes twinkling as he spoke. If you noticed, as I did, the boy didn't offer
any denials about what his friend was accusing him of.

"Oh don't worry about it," I said with a smile, "Boys pull that stuff all
the time, trying to embarrass each other, especially in a place like this
where they don't know anyone so its hard to really get busted for being. an
asshole." He smiled at me, his crystal white teeth almost shining. I
decided to take a plunge with the kid, to feel him out a little bit and
perhaps offer him the chance to act out on what his friend has said, that
is if he wanted to.

"I'm Josh by the way," I said extending my hand. He took and gripped me
softly, his hand warm inside of mine.  I felt my cock stir just a shade as
I went on. "About what he said though Ty. Seriously, most boys your age
really do want to explore. I clearly remember being your age and having all
those sexual feeling starting to come up, waking up with a woody or getting
one for no reason at all in the middle of English class." The boy was
smiling, a clear indication to me that we had shared similar experiences.
I went on,

"So, boys are naturally curious about how things work and most generally
are willing to experiment to find out how things really feel." I paused to
give him the opportunity to ask the obvious question. He didn't disappoint
me.

"So did you experiment when you were my age?" I told him that I had
experimented quite a bit when I was his age, both with my best friend and
with a man that I'd met. His eyes got pretty wide open at my admission.

"You were with an older man? What was it like? What did you do with him?" I
had the hook in his mouth, now all I had to do was tug a little bit to set
it.

"It was great Ty. I knew I had all these sexual feelings but you know, it's
hard to mess around too much with a friend sometimes." He nodded his head
in understanding. "The man showed me a lot of things that I was curious
about and was very patient and gentle with me though it all. When you ask
what did we do, we did just about everything including me putting my dick
in his bottom so technically I lost my virginity when I was about your
age." The boy's mouth was sort of open, probably in shock, and without
thinking one of his hands went to the front of his jeans and fumbled about
for a second.

"So it's not gay to do all those things," he asked. I shook my head and
explained that it wasn't necessarily gay, that most boys played around with
other boys in their early teen years, although some boys are gay or are
attracted to other boys so it helps them to sort things out a little bit.

"So, you aren't gay?" he asked me.

"Yes," I said softly, "I am gay and being with that man when I was younger
helped me to figure that out so I didn't go through my teenage years
wondering about myself."

"Wow. You don't look gay," he said, the voice of naivet^Â. Indeed, at
thirty years old I passed for a very straight twenty year old. I had medium
brown hair and carried my hundred sixty pounds very well on a five foot ten
inch slender frame. I'd never been a hairy guy and even then I only really
had to shave every other day. I'd been told I was drop dead cute but that
was often by other gay men and I've always been suspicious of such
statements, especially considering their motives.

I chuckled and told him that I was indeed a gay man and quite happy with
that. Then I took the big plunge.

"Look," I whispered, softening my voice. "I don't know if what your friend
said was true or not and it really doesn't matter. But I know you have
questions and I know you're curious about things so here's what I'll do.
You already know which room is mine. I'll leave the door almost closed from
nine until ten tonight. If you are interested, come by, don't knock, just
push on the door and come in. There won't be any lights on but I'll keep
the night curtains open enough for you to be able to see. If you do come
by, anything that happens will be what you decide you want to happen,
okay. I'll let you direct the whole show." I had crouched down lower in
order to be more on eye level with the boy. As I stood up I told him he
didn't have to answer or say anything more, that whatever he decided to do
was more than fine with me. To his credit he didn't speak but only nodded
his head.

"It was a pleasure meeting you Ty," I told him extending my hand, "but I
have a meeting I have to get to." I got into my car and left. That night I
did what I had said I would do, cracked both the door and the curtains,
satisfied that the lighting was soft but adequate, that anyone outside
would never be able to see through the thick white gauze of day curtains. I
put a soft CD on my player, pulled the covers down and stripped nude then
lay on the cool sheets. I went the nude route because if the boy showed up,
he'd be there to play. Also, my being naked would get things rolling right
off the bat and preclude the sort of dance that would normally take place,
thus taking time. I lay there quietly, my eight plus inches of circumcised
cock lying in its softened state across my hip, wondering if the boy would
show, hoping that he would. At nine twenty five the door pushed open and a
small figure moved quickly inside and quietly closed the door.

He stood there for a moment, allowing his eyes to adjust to the dim
light. I could see skinny legs protruding from the legs of shorts or a swim
suit, the feet bare, the top half covered in a t-shirt. I knew that from
where he stood he could easily see that I was nude and like a wild dog, he
approached the bed slowly, warily, until he stood right next to it looking
down at my now half hard and still growing cock.

"Its so huge," he whispered, his hands hanging at his side.

"You can touch it if you want," I whispered back, feeling my appendage
lengthen fully until the head was pointing at my chin and not the floor. He
bent over slightly and reached down, tentatively, and grasped onto the
shaft and squeezed lightly, moving his hand up just underneath the head
then back down.  I automatically moved one leg open, which caused the boy
to go for my balls and gently heft them as if gauging their weight.  His
small hand was warm and felt good on my skin and I felt my cock throb at
his touch.

"It feels weird. Not like mine at all. It's so hard and so warm," he said,
obviously interested in the entire process.

He was still standing and I could easily see the front of his shorts
pushing out, a clear indication that he was fully aroused by the
situation. I wanted to feel the boy, to see him naked in all his boyhood
glory, to run my hands and tongue all over his virginal young body. But I
didn't want to scare him away either.

"I'd like to see you naked too Ty," I whispered to him.

"Oh yeah," he said, seeming to have forgotten about him self. He had left
his sandals at the door when he came in so tugged his t-shirt off then did
the same with his shorts before standing next to the bed as if to allow me
to take in his boyhood charms. Take them in I did. His cock was young boy
hard and standing straight up in the air. He looked to be about four plus
inches long, still thin, his circumcised head not yet fully mushroomed out.
His sperm makers were still mostly tight to his body, nice little marble
sized things that were as smooth as the day he was born. The rest of his
body was typical of a twelve year old boy; still some baby fat around the
waist, no hair anywhere that I could see except his head, his legs
skinny. I wanted to gobble him up.

"You're beautiful you know that?" I whispered. "I'd love to suck your cock
if you'd let me." By way of answer he stepped closer to the head of the bed
and leaned his legs against the mattress. Upon close inspection I could see
a handful of brownish colored hairs sprouting at the base of his boyhood
pride and joy and wondered if he was sperming yet and knew that I would
most certainly find out in the next few minutes, possibly seconds. I hadn't
seen a boy yet that could last more than a few minutes from a good blowjob
and I definitely gave quality head.

I leaned in and took in the odor of him, the musky yet sweet fragrance of a
healthy growing boy. I grasped onto his cock and felt him up, his gasp from
my touch clearly audible in the room. I pulled the shaft down and licked at
the sensitive swollen head before taking him into my mouth and tasting his
essence.

"Ooohhhhh," he moaned quietly above me as I took his entire shaft into my
mouth. I put my hand on his butt and pulled him gently to me then lessened
the pressure and pulled my mouth away from his cock. Ty got the idea and
slowly fucked into my mouth as I moved my head. We only managed this
movement for about thirty seconds before me moaned out again. I felt his
cock thicken in my mouth as he pushed into me then the feel of liquid in my
mouth, a warm droplet of it, which I swallowed. I kept on sucking although
Ty had stopped moving and then he giggled, putting his hands on my head and
gently pushing me away as he pulled his waist backwards in an attempt to
remove his now sensitive cock from my mouth. I didn't try to stop him.

"That was awesome Josh," he said quietly as he stepped back slightly.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. It was your first time is that right?" When he
said that it was I asked him how long he'd been making sperm and he said
that he'd first discovered it about a month ago after he over heard a
couple of other boys talking about it.

"I wanna suck on your cock too Josh, is that okay?" Well hell yes it was
okay in fact it was desirable so I told him to help himself to my body,
whatever he wanted. He got on his knees along side the bed and took hold of
my cock again and held it upright. He leaned in close, inspecting it, and
then he pulled it toward him, which necessitated my moving slightly as well
so that I wasn't bent at an angle. He lowered his head and opened wide then
took me into his mouth and closed down on me. I felt a great tingling in my
belly at the warmth of him and knowing that I was the boy's first. That
alone is a powerful aphrodisiac for me. Ty worked hard to take more than
the head of my cock into his mouth but being young and a novice he could
only handle an inch or so of the shaft before backing off. But still he
tried and as a friend once said to me, "There's no such thing as a bad
blowjob, some are just better than others." Finally he stopped.

"I really like suckin on you Josh but it hurts my mouth after a while." He
flexed his jaw back and forth for emphasis but kept his hand on my cock,
slowly stroking it. "Want me to jack you off, make you cum?" he asked,
sounding eager to please. Or maybe it was eager to see an adult male
cum. Who knows but either way it would take forever to jack me off, and I
told him so.

"Tell you what Ty. How about if you lay down with me and let me suck on
your cock some more and I'll jack myself off and when I'm ready to cum I'll
let you know and you can finish it off. How's that sound?" He thought that
sounded great. I had him lay beside me in a classic sixty-nine, his still
hard little cock in my face, and I began suckling him again. I stroked my
cock as I sucked him and as is usual when we do ourselves, I got myself to
the sperming stage fairly quickly, less than four minutes.

"Okay," I finally moaned to him, "go ahead." I rolled away from him so he
actually straddled my chest and went to work jacking me off. I tried to
reach around and play with his cock while be brought me off but ended up
just rubbing my hands up and down his smooth back and down onto his hips
and the sides of his slender little butt.

"Go faster Ty, hold me tighter," I moaned as I felt the familiar tingle and
then the eruption of life producing liquid.

"My God," Ty exclaimed as I felt my cock pulse out a good seven or eight
jets of creamy white goo which had no where to go but onto the torso of the
boy who was wielding my cock. To his credit the cute young thing didn't
flinch, didn't quite know what he was doing but kept on like a trooper
until my cock head stopped oozing the thick white goo. I generally create a
fair amount of cum and I generally tend to shoot as well, most often to my
nipples and frequently farther. When Ty crawled off of me and turned around
I saw that this time was no different than others. His chest and belly had
globs of the stuff, some of it starting to run downward toward his pubic
area.

"Oh man do you always make that much of cum and do you always shoot it out
like that?" he asked, his voice filled with awe. I explained that I did and
he went on, as most boys do, telling me he hoped that he could that when he
got to be older. "I gotta take a shower," he finally said and I asked him
if he wanted to try something a little different first. He said he would so
I swiped a bunch of my cum off his body and smeared it onto my lower belly
and pubic area then smeared some all over his still rock hard throbbing boy
cock, causing him to gasp at the feelings.

"Lay on top of me Ty." He did as I asked and I helped get him adjusted so
that his cock was along side mine, which had only half deflated. I put my
hands on his slim boy-ish butt and told him to move like he was fucking, my
hands helping to coax and guide his actions. He did as I told him, most
likely having had some practice in his bed and probably on his pillow, and
I moments he was moaning.

"Oh fuck this feels so good Josh." He looked into my eyes as he moved and I
so wanted to kiss his lips but held myself in check. No reason to expose
him to sensory overload. Besides, he laid his head on my chest as he moved
against me, thrusting like a pro and tossing in side-to-side motions from
time to time. I kept one hand on his ass and let the other rub up and down
on his back, from the back of his head to his other cheek. I reveled in the
feel of his skin, so soft and smooth. Fuck! Boys had to be the most awesome
thing on the planet in my estimation. There just wasn't anything I really
didn't like about them, other than they didn't make very good long-term
partners.  Of course if they, did then they wouldn't be boys after awhile
now would they?

"I think I'm gonna cum again," Ty said, looking up at me.

"Go ahead baby. Fuck me. Rub your cock into me, squirt out your sperms on
me Ty." I liked to talk when I had sex, at least at the fucking part, and
as far as I was concerned this was the fucking part. I put my other hand on
his ass and pulled the boy into me, kneading his flesh, pulling the cheeks
apart and exposing his tight little hole to fresh air as he rubbed his
groin all over mine. His thighs were clamped against mine to help keep him
stable and I could tell when he came because he gripped even tighter and
pushed into me harder and dropped his head back to my chest, his moans
muffled against my skin.

"That was good baby, you did good," I cooed onto his head as he slowed his
movement and I rubbed his back. I could have lay there for hours with the
kid on top of me. He didn't weigh much and I loved the feel of his skin
against mine but alas, we had to move. I held onto him and rolled him onto
his side so that we were facing each other. I had move down slightly so
that our faces were fairly close together.

"Are you having fun?" I whispered. He nodded his head and smiled then the
smile faded and he leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. He
back away, looked into my eyes and must have decided that he liked kissing
cuz he leaned forward and did it again only kept his lips against mine. I
moved my own lips against his, hoping that he'd catch on and respond
likewise and I wasn't disappointed. He did exactly that for a good twenty
seconds before pulling away.

"I wanted to do that. I wanted to see how it felt. I really like it,
kissing I mean." He leaned back in and started again leaving me little
choice but to respond back. At this rate we'd never make the shower. He
finally stopped and rolled away from me and stood up.

"I need to shower and probably should go Josh. I'd really like to spend the
night but my cousin would be really suspicious and I'm not sure I could
trust him if I told him I was with you." I told him I understood completely
and moved off of the bed myself and headed for the bathroom. Two minutes
later we were both under the spray and I took the liberty of soaping the
boy down, enjoying the play of my soapy hands against his slippery smooth
flesh. I got a closer look at his cock, finally softened, and the tiny
little collection of hairs that were growing at the base of his boyhood. I
cleaned him gently there, cupping his small nuts and soaping back
underneath toward his asshole. He spread his legs automatically to allow me
access so I took it, rubbing soap across his tight little puckered hole. He
held onto my shoulders as I cleaned him there, moaning softly as I kept
manipulating his muscle. I finally stopped and stood up then moved him in
front of me so I could rinse him off. When it came to his bottom I had him
turn around and step toward the back of the shower then turned the
showerhead on pulse. I told him to bend over then pulled a cheek open and
guided the spray directly on his hole dousing it all over with the spray. I
could hear his muffle moans as I worked the spray onto his sensitive
muscle.

Once it was cleaned off I moved the spray, told him to stay there and got
right behind the boy and pried his cheeks apart. I gave his little hair
free hole a quick look then dove in and began licking all around it. I
reveled in the wrinkled texture of his hole, licked downward onto the
underside of his bag and sucked his balls into my mouth. All the while Ty
was moaning and pushing his butt back further as if to help my tongue get
inside of him.

I finally stopped and the boy stood up and turned around. His rock hard
little cock lead the way so I asked him if he wanted to try one more thing
before he left. Of course he nodded his head so I had him stand at the back
of the shower and put one leg up on the edge of the bathtub. I poured hair
condition into my hand then got some all over the middle finger of my other
hand. I reached between his legs and found his hole and gently slipped the
tip of a finger inside of him. As I slowly inserted my finger into him, I
grasped his rock hard cock with the other hand, which was filled with
conditioner and holding on tightly slipped my fist down over his sensitive
swollen cock head. Ty's legs went weak and he sagged slightly and the
intensity of new feelings that were tearing through his slender young body.

My finger bottomed out inside the boy's bowels and I slowly slipped back
out then back in while my hand did the same thing in tandem on his cock. I
quickly found his prostate and while I massaged it I massaged his cock
head. The poor kid didn't know what hit him and I quickly showed
him. Despite having cum twice in the past thirty minutes, the horny young
boy came a third time, his body shaking and quaking, his head rolled back
and a low throaty growl escaping his throat as I felt his little prostate
harden under my fingertip. I felt his body start to go limp so took my hand
from his cock and draped my arm across his slim little ass and held him in
place while my finger continued to slide in and out of his tight virgin
boygina.

As soon as I felt his leg muscles regain some control I pushed the inside
of the shower curtain back and sat on the edge of the tub and maneuvered Ty
to sit on my lap, which he did. He threw his arms around my neck and began
kissing me all over my face then put his head into the crook of my neck.

"Oh fuck that was so awesome Josh. I can't believe how good you can make me
feel. I wish we weren't leaving tomorrow, I'd figure out a way to spend
more time with you." I held him tightly, my rock hard cock pressing in
between us while I ran my hands up and down his back and onto his butt.

"I know baby boy, I know," was about all I could say. We finally broke
apart and got him all cleaned up while he asked questions about what I'd
done inside of him that made him so hot. I explained his prostate, telling
him that he could stimulate is just as easily as I could, although it was
way more fun if someone else did it. We got out of the shower and he used
the wall mounted hair dryer so his cousin wouldn't question why his hair
was wet and I lay on the bed and watched while he got dressed. We exchanged
email addresses then gave me another huge and kiss. I went out into the
hall and made sure that no one was around then Ty stepped out and scurried
over to the stairwell and disappeared around the corner with a wave and a
hand blown kiss.

Day I - Encounter II

It was about ten thirty and I realized that I was hungry so I pulled on a
pair cargo shorts, forgoing underwear, added a t-shirt and sandals and
headed out the door, my destination being the fast food place that sat next
to the motel. I grabbed a basic meal and took my tray around the corner
away from the front counter to find a place to sit in the near empty
restaurant. I found a suitable corner in the back by the kids play area and
parked myself.  Glancing into the closed off space I saw a boy who looked
to be about nine or ten who was leaning against the outer wall and looking
outside. The play area's wall was clear glass from about waist up; the
lower part was solid building brick painted in a brilliant white. Standing
on the other side of the glass door that separated the play area from the
eating area, I could see that the boy was Asian, his black hair done in
what I think of as a bowl type cut that reached his ears and then was
shaved very short from there down. He was only about ten to twelve feet
from me, situated so that I was the only person inside or out that had a
clear view of him from head to toe, all others only seeing his upper body,
as if there were others to see anything. There weren't.

The boy glanced at me and smiled, his crystal white teeth a contrast to his
brown face; a very cute one at that. I had a fairly good working knowledge
of the races of Asia and he appeared to be Filipino or Indonesian, his
large dark eyes dominating a smooth slender face. I went about unwrapping
my burger and began eating it while I looked outside, the only view
available to me besides the boy who was almost in my line of sight. And so
it was that I saw him push his hands down the front of his pants. At first
it seemed that he was maybe tucking in his shirt but since the bottom of
his shirt was barely longer than the waist of his pants that didn't seem to
fit.  Then it appeared that he was satisfying and itch or re arranging
himself as all males find themselves having to do from time to time. It
soon became clear that none of those thing things were the case because he
left his hand inside and continued to move it around. The drop dead cute
young thing was fondling himself and doing it blatantly, presenting a show
that only I could see.

I felt my cock begin to harden as the boy slowly pulled his hand from his
pants to run it through his stick straight hair and in doing so showed me
that his cock was full on hard beneath his pants, the front poking out
visibly. He never took his eyes from me while he did it, those same huge
eyes following my hand as I reached under the table to move my hardening
cock into a more comfortable position. The boy smiled wide at me,
acknowledging that my state of anxiety matched his and that he had caused
it. I continued to eat my hamburger as the boy put his hand back inside his
pants and continued to fiddle around and fondle himself. As I was taking
the last bite of my supper he moved his hand outward and down, pulling the
waistband of his pants out as well.  His other hand went to his shirt,
which he pulled up slightly, and in a flash the boy exposed himself to me,
his rock hard boy boner standing straight up in the air. Using his elbow to
keep his shirt up, he transferred the free hand to his boy cock and stroked
it slowly and lovingly while continuing to start at me and smile. By that
time I was stone fucking hard and my own hand was underneath the table
rubbing on the front of my shorts. I could feel the precum flowing and was
grateful that my shorts were as black as the sky out side.

The boy quickly pulled his hand out of his pants and his shirt down and I
glanced to my other side assuming that someone had come around the corner
but no one was there. I heard the door to the play area open and the boy
walked past me whispering,

"Wait," in an accented voice. He went around the corner and I heard him
say,

"Momma, I going for a walk. I come back for you." I heard a woman's voice
respond in a foreign language as the boy came back toward me, his hand in
his pocket, clearly pushing the tip of his hard little cock down so that
the front of his pants tented out to a point.

"Come, we go," he said, nodding his head toward the back of the restaurant
and heading out the door. I quickly gathered up my trash and deposited it
in the appropriate place and went out the door. The boy had already
disappeared around the back of the building and I headed in that
direction. The drive through area of the establishment followed along that
side and around the back of the building where the large trash bins were
sequestered in an enclosed fence then back up the other side. The entire
area was surrounded by; either a wall, the side of an adjoining building or
heavy shrubbery so was basically out of view from anybody and anything.

I went around the back of the back of the building where I figured the boy
had gone, and saw a door slightly open about half way along the wall, and
the boys' head sticking out. I went to it and he motioned me inside and as
soon as he closed the door and locked it then turned a light on, showing me
that we were in a storage room for cleaning and outside maintenance
supplies. The boy stood in front of me, cute as the fucking dickens, and
kicked of his flip-flop slippers while tugging his pants and underwear
down, three and a half inches of dark and very hard boy cock springing out
to greet me.

"Quickly, we do not have much time," he said with a serious expression on
his smooth, dark young face. I dropped my cargo shorts and my own eight and
a quarter inches of steel popped out, along with the dark eyes in the boy's
pretty face,

"Oh, you have big one," he said with a smile and reached out to grasp me
before I'd stepped out of the shorts.

"Are you sure this is safe?" I asked him, the concerns I might have obvious
to me at least.

"Yes, is safe. No one come before morning," he said as he dropped to his
knees in front of me and lovingly rubbed my hard cock along side his smooth
face before taking the head into his small mouth. He suckled me for a
moment, stroking the shaft and feeling my balls, then stopped and stood up.

"You suck my deek now," he said, standing spread eagle and holding his
shirt up out of the way. I got to my knees in front of him, gazing over his
smooth little body, noticing how flat his belly was, how the tip of his
uncircumcised cock was pink-ish compared to the darker skin of the rest of
him. His marble sized balls were held close to his body in a wrinkled bag
that was as smooth as the rest of him and as I leaned in closer I caught
the sweet fragrance of young boy. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked
on the entire thing, moving my head back and forth, pulling his foreskin up
over the head with my lips then putting it back. I stopped sucking for a
moment and licked on his balls then took his entire bag in my mouth and
rolled the little marbles around.  Then the boy pushed my head away gently
and said,

"Enough. You fuck me now." Apparently foreplay was either unnecessary for
him or unheard of. He reached down for his pants and came back with a small
bottle which he took the top off of, poured out some liquid then reached
behind himself and seemingly slathered his little butt hole. He then poured
some on my cock and smeared it all up and down the shaft, replaced the lid
and dropped the bottle.

"Come," he said, directing me to the door where he turned, placing his
hands on the door, and bending over, offering me the most slender little
butt I think I've ever encountered. "Put it in me now," he commanded, "fuck
me with your beeg deek."

"Are you sure about this? I'm pretty big I don't want to hurt you."

"No hurt me, come, hurry." I didn't know if his rush was because of time
constraints or because he was horny as all hell and just needed to get
fucked. Didn't really matter one way or the other. I stepped up between his
spread legs and, holding my cock down with one hand, used the other to pry
open one cheek, exposing the tight brown muscle of his hole. I put my flesh
against his and pushed. I pushed harder, then harder still and then in a
rush, my head slipped inside of him, causing him to jerk and cry out. I
stopped, allowing his body to adjust to mine.

"No, do not stop, push it in all way," he panted. I put a hand on each hip
and held him in place and watched as inch after inch of my cock disappeared
up inside his small body until my pubic hair pressed against his dusky
skin.  "Oh god you so beeg inside me," he whispered. "I never have deek so
beeg inside me." I thought I detected a little pride in his voice but
didn't have time to dwell on it.

"You fuck me now. You fuck me hard, K?" I figured that all I could do was
try but, sweet Jesus the kid was tight. After being in such an intense
state of sexual arousal without release barely thirty minutes earlier, I
wasn't sure how long I'd be able to last with this little vixen. I held on
tight to him and began the eon's old ritual, slowly pulling out then moving
back inside. It didn't take but a moment to establish a rhythm, and it
didn't take any longer for the young boy to start moaning and moving his
little body against mine, helping to drive my fat cock into his tight
little ass.

We managed about two minutes of action before he told me to stop and take
my cock out of him, which I did, reluctantly. He turned around to face me
and said,

"You pick me up, hold me and fuck me, K?" He reached his arms out to me and
as I bent to pick him up I wondered at the extent of his sexual knowledge
and experience. Once I got him in my arms we managed to get my cock in
place and it slipped back into the boy without a hitch. He moaned out as I
penetrated him again and his eyes rolled backwards. I held him there for a
moment, standing, connected by my thick cock stuffed up inside of him, then
he told me to stand with my back in front of the door. I did what he asked
then caught on almost immediately. The boy put his feet flat to the door,
which gave him leverage, and with his arms around my neck and my hands
under his slim little butt supporting him, the dark skinned beauty began to
fuck me. He literally did squat thrusts on my cock, pushing his light
weight little body back and forth using my cock as a piston in his hole. It
was perhaps one of the most interesting and delightful fucks I had up until
then, or even now, experienced.  The little boy knew just what he was doing
and he did it with an expertise that astounded me.

He reached down with one hand and proceeded to jack off while he fucked me
and in moments his moaning took on an almost frenzied sound. He moved
faster and a second later his little body began convulsing as he
experienced his orgasm. His sphincter muscle gripped with each spasm that
his little body went through and it took me over the top. I cried out as I
came, pumping at least nine jets of hot sperm up into body. The little boy
must have felt it because he smiled whispering,

"Good, good, you cum." The show was finally over and the boy leaned forward
and lay his head against my chest, his little body panting from the
exertion. I held him tight, not wanting to give up a second of time with my
cock buried deep inside of him. He seemed to want the same thing for he lay
there, almost clutching me, not willing to leave. But finally he did as my
cock shriveled and squished out of his body causing him to moan at the
loss. He sat back up and kissed me.

"Down now," he said after a moment of tongue battling. He went over to a
box and pulled out a package of hand towels, the square things that are
used in most public bathrooms. He pulled a couple of sheets off offering me
a towel then reached behind himself to clean up.  There was a trashcan in
one corner that we threw the used towels into then the boy stepped up to
me, grasped onto my cock and said,

"You beeg man. I happy with you. You maybe fuck me again tomorrow?" The boy
was so fucking adorable that I wanted to just take him home with me and
spend the rest of my natural life with my cock buried up inside of him.

"Perhaps," I told him. "You're a special boy. I like being with you. Maybe
I will be back tomorrow." He nodded his head.

"You stay in hotel?" he asked, nodding his head in the general direction of
the motel. I nodded my head.

"Perhaps I find you there, eh?" I nodded my head.

"Come. We go." He let go of my dick and stepped into his pants while I did
the same. A moment later he turned out the light and barely opened the door
a crack, peeked out, and determining the coast was clear, stepped out of
the room with me hot on his tail. Once the door was closed he turned and
raised his head so I bent and kissed him on the lips. With a smile he said
he would see me the next day and ran off.  I slowly made my way back to my
motel room and took another shower before falling into bed, exhausted. I'd
never had an experience quite like what that day had produced. Two very
cute and desirable boys, both younger than I'd ever been with before and
both knowing just what they wanted, the latter seeming to have the
experience of a man of my own years.  Fucking that little boy had been
totally one hundred percent top notch and I felt my cock start to respond
to that thought as I fell asleep. Fuck! It still makes my cock twitch when
I think about it.

Day II

The next morning I noticed that the van that Ty's family was driving was
gone and felt a slight bit of nostalgia as I remembered his delightful
young body. I would have enjoyed spending more time with the young cutie as
much as he would have with me. Oh well. I went about my day, part business
part relaxation, a schedule that necessitated a late lunch and subsequently
a later supper. Because I was at the motel I elected to have lunch at the
Thai restaurant that was located just off the lobby in the motel. I'd eaten
there before and while it wasn't four star it was adequate to my
needs. Besides, all of the males that worked there were pretty cute, a
couple of them rather flirty, and that helped to make the experience all
that much more pleasurable.

The person who seated me that day was a familiar face whose name was Kiet,
which meant honor in Thai, a fact that he'd told me with pride when I had
asked the obvious questions.  Probably the cutest boy in the place, as well
as the most flirtatious, Kiet looked to be about fifteen or sixteen. Like
many of his race, he was quite slender without appearing skinny, stood
about five foot six with pitch-black hair worn short at the sides and
longer on top, the bangs hanging just above his slightly oval shaped, huge
black eyes. His skin was a medium mocha brown with no marks what so ever
and barely a hint of hair on his upper lip. His face was narrow with
cheekbones that were slightly high, nose small, perfect lips with crystal
white teeth that produced a killer smile, and long luxurious lashes with
thick brows accentuated his eyes. He always wore white, which accentuated
his dusky skin and overall he was an adorable and very desirable teenage
boy who, I guessed, might be open to play.

Kiet had started the flirting the very first time I'd eaten in the
restaurant but the real deal started on my second visit when I went in for
dinner that evening. As soon as he seated me he leaned in close and said,

"Your zipper is open. Your little man might get out and scare the other
customers." The twinkle in his eyes made my heart lurch.

"Not so little," I riposted, "and you don't seem to be too scared," I added
and as I reached down to fix the problem the boy's eyes followed my
hands. As I am wont to do from time to time I wasn't wearing any underwear
and while standing I was still fairly well concealed but sitting down
pushed the sides of my zipper open, revealing a nest of black pubic hair
and the base of my pride and joy, which the darling cute young boy all but
stared at.

"No, I can see that you might not be so little," he said with a huge grin,
"but still, I am not scared. I think I do not scare so easily. I think I
could handle it, if called upon to do so." That pretty much confirmed my
suspicions so I pushed the envelope a little further.

"Perhaps I should give you the opportunity to test your skills then Kiet,"
I told him in a low whisper.

"Perhaps. I might enjoy that challenge," he said standing upright, "and you
might as well. What would you like for dinner tonight my friend?" I glanced
at his waist, noticing the barely concealed dark outline of Jocky briefs
underneath the white cotton trousers he was wearing, the style causing a
slight bulge in front. My prolonged stare didn't escape the youth's
attention and when my gaze finally met his the knowing smile on his smooth
face reconfirmed my suspicions.

"I don't suppose you have sausage?" I asked.

"Oh yes, I have a fine sausage that I am quite sure would meet your
pleasure but alas, not tonight. Perhaps on Thursday night." This was on
Tuesday. "I do have a nice cock," and here he paused theatrically before
going on, "chicken that is, in a red curry sauce with noodles and fresh
vegetables."

"Well then, your cock sounds nice Kiet, I'd like to try it," I told him
trying to keep a straight face and barely succeeding. He nodded his head,
told me it was an excellent choice that would not disappoint me, turned and
headed back to the kitchen. I watched as he walked away, noticing how firm
his slim little butt looked underneath the white cloth. He definitely had a
delicious looking ass. He brought me water and as he stooped to place it on
the table I said,

"Has anyone ever told you that you have a terrific butt?" He smiled and
said that he'd never heard that before and thanked me, although he looked
backwards at his posterior and said that he always thought it was a little
too. bubbly. I informed him that in my opinion it was perfect. Again, I got
the huge smile and a thank you and he left to attend to a group that had
just entered the restaurant. He came by my table to refill my water glass
about ten minutes later and informed me that my cock would be coming. right
up.

"That remains to be seen," I quipped. The boy didn't miss a beat, glanced
down at my lap then looked me in the eye and said,

"Yes. Yes it does," and walked off. Ten feet away he looked over his
shoulder at me and winked. My food finally arrived and Kiet went about his
other duties, stopping by my table about five minutes into my meal and
asking how it was. It was delicious and I told him so, adding,

"The chicken," and without pretence I looked right at his waist, "seems
soft and tender, yet firm under my tongue."

"I am so glad that you like it firm," he replied. I finished my meal and
Kiet had gotten busy so I didn't talk to him until I was at the front desk
and paying for my meal. We made small talk and as I was ready to leave he
said,

"Don't forget Thursday. Sausage." I told him I was looking forward to it.

The next day I had a decision to make regarding the "boy meal", as I'd come
to think of the kid in the store room next door, and since thinking about
the delicious young thing made my dick hard I decided to go back for
seconds. I went inside the restaurant bout nine thirty, picked up a morning
paper and coffee and went back to the corner where I'd first seen him. I
waited, read the paper-twice- got a pencil from the front counter and did
the crossword puzzle then went back to my room about ten forty five. The
was no sign of the boy and of course my first thought was that he was
fucking someone else, which made me a little jealous I don't mind saying.

So, I had spent the entire without sex. Pity that, for a day without boy is
a day without sunshine.

Day III

And so, Thursday arrived and at two thirty in the afternoon and I was
seated in the restaurant downstairs having lunch. Kiet had been somewhere
else so I hadn't seen him when I came in but as I was finishing my meal he
approached my table, his broad grin and crystal white lighting the way. As
usual he was in all white; his trousers made of a soft cotton with a
drawstring at the waist, his shirt of the same material with long sleeves
that were a wider bell shape at the wrist and a V-neck that showed off the
separation of his smooth chest bone. The material was light enough so that
his small nipples were almost visible. At the bottom end, the legs of his
trousers were billowy but the cloth fit a little tighter from the thighs
up. As he got closer I could see that he was wearing high cut Jocky's and
they appeared to be red.

"God you look good enough to eat," I told him after we exchanged
pleasantries.

"I'm glad you think so. That was my intention. Did you remember that today
is the day you are trying my sausage?" he asked with a grin.

"How could I forget such a thing," I told him, adding that I was looking
forward to having it for dinner, although I would be eating later than
usual.

"Ahh," he said, "perhaps you would prefer room service then." I agreed that
would probably be a very good idea. "About seven thirty would be best," he
said and since he was leading the show I agreed. "I will bring your meal up
myself, at seven thirty. You don't even need to call down for it." Once
again, I agreed. When he walked away I could see the firm outline of his
butt cheeks underneath the underwear, the style so narrow that it barely
covered his gluteal cleavage. Any more narrow and it would have been a
thong and although that would have been interesting, a thong wouldn't have
done his firm little butt justice. As it was I felt my cock begin to harden
at the sight of him.

At seven thirty sharp there was a knock at my door and I opened it to find
Kiet there holding a round serving tray with two stainless steel domed lids
covering two plates. I opened the door to let him in and he placed the tray
on the small table in my room.

"I will return at eight sharp to retrieve the dishes," he said with a smile
and promptly left the room. I removed the stainless steel lids to find a
plate of satays, thin sliced strips of beef and chicken that had been
strung on skewers and barbecued over coals. Beside the meat was a bowl of
peanut sauce for dipping. Under the second dome was a large bowl of jasmine
rice with toasted slivered almonds and plump golden raisins. I dove in
savoring the flavor of the peanut sauce. At eight sharp there was another
knock at the door.

I opened it up and invited Kiet inside, closing the door behind him. "How
was your meal?" he asked with sincerity.

"It was delicious Kiet, the peanut sauce the best I've ever had." He nodded
his head, his teeth an amazing contrast to his skin. "I was a little
disappointed that I didn't get to try your sausage however. I was looking
forward to that. a lot."

"Oh," he said in a softer voice as he stepped closer to me and reached out
to touch my hip, "I forgot to tell you that my sausage is more of a dessert
sausage, to be enjoyed and lingered over after your main course. If you
would like you may sample it now."

"I would like that very much," I said quietly as I stepped closer to
him. Our eyes maintained contact as I reached out and grasped the end of
his drawstring and tugged on it, pulling the tie loose. Once the knot came
undone the loose fitting garment slipped to the floor unimpeded. I put my
hand on his hip, as his was on mine, then slowly moved it around to the
front and cupped the nice sized bulge that was held in place by his
underwear. I rubbed up and down on it, pressing my palm into him. The boy
appeared to be more moderately gifted than most Asians I had been with, and
I felt him grow larger under my ministrations. Kiet's hands became busy at
the waistband of the shorts I was wearing, unbuttoning and then unzipping
them and slipping his hand inside.

"Oh my," he gasped as he discovered that I wasn't wearing underwear and he
came into contact with my hardening flesh. "Not so little at all," he
whispered as he felt down the length of my cock. With a little maneuvering
he managed to get my shorts to fall to the floor while he continued to
explore my cock and fondled my balls. "So smooth your eggs," he said. "Like
mine. You much shave there." I nodded my head as I rubbed his butt then
slipped my fingers in the waistband of his underwear at his back and tugged
them downward, sliding my hand from side to side in order to accomplish
that. I felt his butt cheeks; soft, yet firm to my touch. My hand moved
around to the front where it slipped inside of the fabric, pulled it out
and over the steel hardened flesh inside, then lowered to somewhere under
his balls. I lifted a leg and grasped the material between my big toe and
index toe then tugged it to the floor.

"Neat trick," he said with a smile then leaned forward and kissed me. I put
my arms around him and pulled him tight to me, pressing his full on hard
cock into my belly right next to my cock. I stopped the kiss, reached down
and pulled his shirt up over his head, Kiet raising his arms to help, then
tugged my shirt off and pulled him to me again. His body was so warm and
firm against mine and I was exhilarated at the feel of him. I ran my hands
up and down the silky smooth skin of his back, down onto the glorious twin
orbs of his ass, stopping to knead the flesh before returning upwards. We
kissed as we both rubbed; soft moans escaping from the boy's throat. He
pressed his waist into me; his cock was hard against my belly.  He had an
arm behind my neck, his hand rubbing in my hair then pressing my head
forward as he pressed his lips against mine, his mouth opening and his
tongue seeking mine to engage in mutual combat inside each other's mouth.

I still hadn't actually touched or seen his boyhood or his sperm makers,
except when I was rubbing on the outside of his underwear, and I was dying
to do both. I broke the kiss and stepped back in order to see all of his
beauty, and beauty it was indeed. Uncut, his cock had to be six and half to
seven inches long and of a medium girth and, like the boy from the night
before, the swollen head was more pink than the duskier colored shaft. His
balls, moderately sized, hung loosely in a smooth and hairless bag, one
slightly lower than the other, between smooth thighs. At the base of his
pride and joy rested a nice neat patch of curly black hairs that had not
yet encroached past his pubic bone into the creases of his thigh. His belly
was flat, sloping nicely into his pubic area, the creases alongside his
hips clearly visible. I reached out and grasped onto his cock and stroked
it a few times, sliding the foreskin up over the head and back down again
causing him to inhale sharply.

I started to get to my knees, to pay homage to his wonderful flesh but he
stopped me.

"I am feeling sticky and sweaty from the days work. I would like you to
suck on me as much as I want to suck on you but I would request a shower
first Josh." God the kid was so fucking polite.

"Would you mind if I joined you Kiet?" I asked him.

"I would love it if you would join me," he answered with a grin. I took his
hand and led him to the bathroom.  He waited patiently as I got the water
adjusted then stepped in behind me. I got under the spray first then
changed places with the boy, our hard cocks doing a bit of impromptu
swordplay as we passed each other face- to-face.

"You see," he said with a smile, "they like each other already." I watched
as he did the preliminary soaking, the water beading into silver color
droplets on his dark skin and making his whole body look shinier. I
practically stared at his butt while he faced the spray and felt my cock
twitch at the sight of him and the thought of being buried deep inside the
boy, somehow knowing that was exactly what was going to happen.

"You're smiling," he said as he turned around to face me, and broke the
small little reverie I'd been in.

"Mmm, I'm sorry Kiet I got lost in thought," I said rather lamely. He
smiled back at me then said,

"Here, let me wash you." He took a washcloth, soaked it then smeared it
with soap and proceeded to wash me from head to toe as though I were a
small child. He was extremely gentle with my face, a little more forceful
with just about everything else. He hummed softly to himself as he went
about his task, frequently making comments about what a nice chest I had or
how strong my arms looked, how flat my belly was, that sort of thing. He
bypassed my cock and balls and went to legs and feet before returning to
that ultra sensitive area where he discarded the cloth and used his hands.

Soaping his hands thoroughly, he went to work, starting with my balls,
massaging them ever so gently, going back in between my legs and back out
and tugging on them.

"So smooth. Like a baby," he cooed. He moved to my cock, using both hands
to slide up and down the shaft and gently squeezing the head. The feelings
were pretty incredible to say the least. He worked his slender fingers in
between my cheeks, pulling one of them aside, and scrubbed my hole,
exerting a little pressure. He completed the washing and then, using the
soapy skin like a lotion, he gave me a quick shoulder massage.

When he was done, he directed me under the shower, got me all rinsed off he
told me to close my eyes and proceeded to shampoo my hair, massaging my
scalp as he cleaned. When he was all done and I was all rinsed off I
reached for the cloth but he stopped me.

"No, I will clean myself this time. I wish to get down to the business of
loving and if you wash me it will put that off all that much longer. You
may wash me next time if you like."

"There's going to be another shower?" I asked with a grin. He responded
with his own wide-open smile and a nod saying,

"At least two, maybe three," as he did a quick clean up of his face, neck,
his almost totally hairless armpits, and then his groin, which included his
asshole. Once done he rinsed off and we climbed out, toweled off quickly,
helping to do each other's back, then I led him to the bed, dropping a
towel on the nightstand for clean up later.  As soon as we lay down he was
in my arms, pressing his body against mine, his lips at my face and his
hands busy, one behind my head, the other all over my torso then stopping
at my cock. He stroked me lovingly but with determination and stopped
kissing me long enough to tell me that mine was the nicest cock he'd ever
encountered.

"Have you encountered many?" I asked him. He said that he had although they
were mostly boys his age or a little younger but that he'd been with a
couple of men and all of that had been in Thailand before he'd moved to
America.

"I have made some pictures, me with other boys, that is why."  I felt my
heart lurch a little bit, wondering if I was placing myself in danger of
catching something that would rot my cock off. Kiet sensed my mood.

"Do not worry Josh. The boys I was with had not had much, if any
experience, that I made sure of and the two men I was with I would not
allow to fuck me and when I went inside of them I wore protection. I do not
want to wear protection when I am with you; do I need to worry about that?"
I shook my head.

"No," I said softly, "No, I promise you that you don't need to worry about
that."

"Good. Then let us save talk for later when we are tired." He slid down the
bed until he was face on with my cock and without preamble took the head
into his mouth. Closing his lips, he allowed his tongue to explore the
swollen flesh, licking off the copious amount of precum that was leaking
out. After he was satisfied that he'd touched every millimeter he slid his
head down and took almost half of me into his mouth and throat before
sliding back off. Clearly this adorably cute young thing knew what he was
doing and I wondered for a second if he'd been captured on film, or
digital, doing what he was now doing to me.

"Slide around Kiet so that I can suck on your cock," I moaned out and the
boy wasted no time complying with my request. Close up his cock was
magnificent, his foreskin completely retracted and the lighter shaded head
out in the open and leaking boy juices while his smooth, hair free balls
hung lazily onto his upper thigh. I grasped onto the shaft, pulling it to
me, then licked all over the head, cleaning him off before taking him into
my mouth. I cupped his balls, feeling the smooth soft texture as I suckled
him.  We stayed in that position for a good three minutes, both working on
each other's shaft, cock head, and balls, licking the latter and pulling a
sperm maker into our mouths.

"Roll above me," Josh, he finally said, and when I did, he continued to
suck on my cock, pulling it down to him, but only for a moment.  What he
wanted, he made clear by pulling my hips and getting me to lower myself.
Complying with his gestures, I lowered myself until my balls rested on his
chest. He pulled my cheeks open and went to work on my asshole, licking and
slurping greedily at my muscle, pushing his tongue against the wrinkled
flesh as if trying to get inside of me. I love being rimmed and the
feelings became so intense that I simply rested my head on his thigh and
licked at his balls while I moaned out. He didn't stay just on my asshole
either but licked downward, tasting the flesh at the beginning of my bag
and down onto the eggs that were puddle on his chest.

"My turn," I finally groaned out, and started the motions of reversing,
rolling him over so that I was between his legs, his deliciously gorgeous
ass in front of me. God what an ass that kid had. I admired the twin orbs
as though they were ancient pottery. I took in his crack, slightly duskier
in color as the flesh disappeared inside. I further examined his nut sac,
spilling out of the crack. All in all it was a fantastic sight, one that I
doubted that I would ever get tired of seeing, on any boy, let alone this
beautiful creature.  I did some minor rearranging, freeing up my arms then
peeled the boy open like the gourmet food that he was. I looked over the
core of him, the tight puckered muscle that was free of any hair what so
ever and the seam of flesh that ran from his hole and down his bag. God he
was so tender, so delectable, that I could have just looked at him as he
began sucking my cock once more. While I loved being rimmed, I loved
rimming even more. I can't begin to explain just how hot it is for me to
dive into the center of a boy, to explore him with my tongue. It was better
than any steak, lobster or other foods that my tongue came into contact
with.

I closed my eyes and started slowly, using the tip of my tongue to gently
explore what my eyes already had. I felt the firm puckered muscle, the soft
texture of flesh that surrounded it, the loose wrinkled skin where his nut
sac began, then down the elongated bag to where his sperm makers hung just
above my chest. Once the return trip was completed I went to work in
earnest. I put my hands on his hips and pulled him to me, pushing my face
into the crevice where I had his cheeks pried wide open. I used force,
pushing my tongue against his hole, working it around and trying to get the
tip to somehow penetrate the resisting muscle. From the other end I heard
Kiet moan as he pushed backward into my face in order to help create more
feelings for him.

"Do you have some slippery stuff josh?" he finally asked. I said that I did
but I'd have to get up to get it so Kiet rolled off of me to allow me to do
just that. I retrieved a bottle of Wet from my bag and went back to the
bed. I stopped for just a moment to gaze at the beauty lying on my bed
propped up on one elbow at watching me. Kiet was truly a wonder, his smooth
firm body some of the best eye candy I'd ever experienced. His legs were
about half way open, the right one crooked at the knee so his fat balls
hung gently between silky smooth dark thighs, one below the other. His rock
hard young cock stretched toward his belly button, the dusky shaft in the
air, not quite resting against his taut belly. His nice neat little patch
of pitch-black hair, nestled at the base of that which made him boy, helped
bring attention to that area of the body, doing what scientists believe it
was intended to do. For a brief moment I reflected on how that was true, at
least for me. I wasn't much on the shaved look, preferring my lads to have
some fuzz, except of course in the rare cares like the boy from the fast
food place who just had not sprouted yet.

Kiet had a knowing smile on his face as I came out of my brief
reverie. "God you're so beautiful," I whispered as I continued to the bed
and sat down.

"Oh, I don't think so Josh but you are kind to say so." I leaned down and
kissed him which turned into a mouth open tongue dance and when we finally
broke it he said, "I want you to fuck me Josh. I want you to be my first
man." I had heard that request before and it always made my heart leap. Not
so much that I "got" to be first but that a boy honored me by asking me to
be his first. I never treated that lightly.

"Okay baby boy," I said softly. I would need to get his heat level up, get
him hot enough to ask me to fuck him.  That was always the best way,
especially with a cock the size of mine. At the thickest part of the shaft,
I was over seven inches around. People generally don't understand that bit
of physics but, essentially, having my cock shoved inside you was about
like having a medium sized flashlight stuffed up your ass. I had been
amazed that the little boy from a few nights before had been able to
accommodate me with seemingly so little pain or discomfort. Everyone was
different, that's for sure but still, but still I preferred my tried and
true method of prepping a boy before the assault. If he was hot enough the
pain would be minimal and he'd move into the pleasurable part fairly
quickly. Besides, as they say, getting there is half the fun.

I lubed up the middle finger of one hand then slid down to his waist and
gobbled up the head of his cock. I stayed mostly right there, sliding my
lips back and forth of the sensitive head while my hand played with his
balls, keeping the lubed finger out of the way as I fondled and gently
tugged on the sperm makers. When Kiet began moaning, I used my index and
ring fingers to pry open the little wall of flesh on the inner cheeks that
protects the asshole, found my target, and slipped inside of him. I
continued to use my mouth to make love to the cute young teen's cock while
my finger did the same thing to his boygina, sliding in and out of the
tight little hole. I found his prostate and massaged it, an act that really
got the moaning and groaning started and I that I knew would get the boy to
where I needed him. I slipped a second finger inside, eliciting another
moan while the boys' hands rubbed on my head.  About two minutes into it I
reluctantly left his throbbing young cock and maneuvered myself up between
his spread legs, taking the lube with me as I went. I poured some of the
gel on his rigid shaft, smeared it from the head to about half way down and
began to slowly work the outside while my fingers continued to work his
insides. That lasted all of about thirty seconds.

"I'm going to cum if you don't stop that Josh," he groaned. "I think you
should put your cock in me now before it's too late."  Those were the magic
words, the very ones that I hoped he would say. I reached for the lube, my
fingers still moving gently inside the boy, managed to get my dick
slathered, then got in close to him. The plan was to remove my fingers and
get my cock into him in one fell swoop, if possible.

"Pull your legs back for me Kiet," I whispered and the boy complied
immediately. I was in as close as I could get, worked his asshole a few
more times then slipped my fingers out and shoved my cock head in and
stopped.

"Ooohhhhh," he moaned at the invasion. Needless to say my swollen head was
wider than my fingers so stretched him a little wider than before. However,
my shaft was thicker still so I waited patiently while his muscle and his
brain adjusted to the assault. I looked down, always amazed at the sight of
being connected to a boy, my cock creating a fleshy bridge between our
bodies, admiring his balls resting there above my cock. It was and is, a
beautifully erotic sight. I went back to stroking his cock, trying to get
his heat level back up and give him something else to concentrate on. It
wasn't all that necessary because almost immediately he told me to go ahead
and push it all the way inside.

I put my hands on the underside of his thighs and pushed slightly, rolling
his butt up a little bit higher. I kept my eyes on the action and watched,
once again mesmerized by the sight of my large dick being gobbled up, inch
by thick inch, by a young boy's body until my pubic hair was touching his
skin, the very bottom of his ball bag and the lowest of the two eggs. I
waited.

"Is it all the way inside of me Josh? It is isn't it? Gosh I've never felt
so full in my life," the boy said, looking at me through half lidded eyes
and perhaps the beginning of a smile on pretty face.

"Yes baby boy," I cooed to him, "I'm all the way in. You've taken all of me
inside your body."

"Mmmm," he answered back then finally said, "Okay Josh. Love me now, okay?"
What could I do but comply with the darling boy's request. With my hands
still in place holding his legs back, I slipped out of him about half way,
then slid back inside. As I picked up a rhythm I watched his beautiful dark
face, noticing the changes it went through, from uncomfortable ness to
pleasure, his mouth relaxing into a semi-smile. I began pulling my cock
almost totally out of Kiet's tight little hole, the rim of my cock head
actually becoming visible for a moment, before slamming back into him. My
balls started making a slight whacking sound as they bounced into his
flesh. I wanted to drape his legs over my forearms and roll him upwards so
that I was hammering down into him but I also wanted to see his
sperming. It was a necessary ritual for me that when I was with a boy for
the first time I needed to see him cum. I needed to see his young body's
production of life creating juice; to see how much he made, how far he
shot, to watch his hard young cock head spew out his sperm. It always
enhanced my first cumming with a boy.  With Kiet, a most beautiful young
thing, I couldn't forgo it, couldn't miss nature's fireworks.

"Oooohh fuck Josh," he moaned out, "your cock feels so good. I'm ready to
cum Josh, make me cum, oh God make me cum hard Josh." I placed his feet
flat on my chest so that I could hold onto his upper thighs. I drove into
the boy, holding him in place while I slammed my thick cock into his tight
hole, the noised from my balls hitting him and the squishy sounds of
fucking clearly audible in the small room. Kiet's head was all but
thrashing from side to side as I fucked him, his stone hard teenage cock
bouncing on his belly. I felt my own balls tighten slightly in preparation
of spewing forth my own cum. I reached between Kiet's leg and my belly and
grasped onto his cock right at the head and squeezed. My fucking him drove
his cock in and out of my tightened fist and took the cute young thing on
over the edge.

"OOOhhh fuuuuuuck," he groaned out in a low voice. I slipped off of the
head and jacked his cock, felt the shaft thicken in my hand and his head
erupt. His first squirt went all the way to his neck and since his head was
turned into the pillow some of it actually hit his earlobe. The second shot
went almost as far while the next six squirts of hot young sperm landed
everywhere between his nipples and his belly button. I felt myself taken
over the edge as I watched the boy unload the fruit of his balls.

"Take over on your cock Kiet," I moaned out and let go of his shaft so that
I could push his legs back even further. I fucked into the boy with a fury,
my own cock pulsing out jet after jet of my own man cum into his ass,
filling his bowels with my juices. I could hear myself groan out loud, my
deeper voice mixing with the higher pitched moans of the boy underneath
me. I moved my ass from side to side while buried deep inside of the teen,
working to find different pressures and thus create more intense feelings
for both of us. It must have worked because Kiet moaned out even louder. As
my orgasm subsided I resumed to moving in and out of Kiet, loving him
slowly, wishing to continue our experience a little longer. He finally
looked at me through half lidded eyes and a small little smile formed on
his lips.

I dropped his feet from my chest but kept them draped over my arms then
leaned forward and placed my hands on the bed. The move rolled Kiet up onto
his back, plunged me a little deeper inside of him which elicited an,

"Ooohhh." It also got my lips within striking distance of his so I lowered
my head to do exactly that. The boy responded with enthusiasm, our tongues
getting reacquainted again. I continued to move in and out of the tight
recess of his ass, the feelings still intense enough that I didn't want to
leave, ever. I had a quick mental image of people having to bring us food
so that we could stay nourished, to keep our strength up as we stayed
coupled in an eternal fuck.  I finally broke the kiss and returned to a
kneeling position that allowed for Kiet's legs down, feet flat on the bed.

"That was incredible Josh. You love very good, make me feel very
satisfied. I love having your big cock inside of me." I complimented Kiet
as well, not that I needed to, but the fact was that being with him,
connected to him, was pretty goddamned fine. I leaned forward, telling him
to put his arms around my neck and to hold on, and once in place I began to
rise up. I put an arm behind the boy to help take up some weight and in a
flash I was rocked back onto my haunches with him impaled in my lap. Of
course the move created some different angles and thus different pressures
inside of him and that elicited a moan. Our faces were quite close and so
for a moment we just looked at each other, first into our eyes, then a slow
roam over each other's face. Kiet was indeed as smooth as a new born baby's
butt except for the very slight amount of hairs on his upper lip. His lips
were so fucking perfect and his teeth so brilliantly white against his dark
skin. God that boy was beautiful. Then too there was his sperm, the thick
goo hardly moving from where it stuck to his neck and chest. The boy was a
shooter, of that there was no doubt.

"I'll lean over so you can grab the towel and clean yourself Kiet." I did,
he did, then he dropped the towel on the bed next to us.

By some unspoken mutual consent we leaned into each other and kissed; small
little pecks at first, then longer, head turned things that led into a
gentle exploring of tongues.  When we finally broke it off I went
immediately to his neck and began kissing him in the soft tender area just
above his collarbone. Kiet hugged the back of my head, pulling me closer to
him as he shivered and moaned out loud.

"Oh God," he moaned softly and shivered again. I knew that he was probably
breaking out in goose bumps all along that side of his body. Most boys or
men that I'd been with did that, the area being a very highly erotic or
erogenous one. I ran my hands slowly up and down his back as I continued to
kiss his neck, letting them stray on down to cup his slender butt, one hand
sneaking in underneath and feeling my cock where it entered the young
teens' body. I was still hard as stone, my dick losing a little of his
firmness but getting it right back as I brought Kiet's heat level back up
again. For his part, the boy was getting charged up and that act often
causes one to start doing the little bump and grind of the waist. If you're
lying down then you automatically press into the bed or if you're with a
partner, then into their torso, wherever your waist might be at the
time. Since Kiet was still stuffed with my cock, the natural instinct to
create more pleasure was to slide his waist to and fro in a slight
undulating manner. In short, the boy started to fuck me.

Kiet's knees were planted solidly on the bed, almost tight against my
thighs, giving him leverage to do what he was doing. His head rested on my
shoulder, arms around my head, holding me as a mother might hold her child.
And he fucked me. Slowly. Deliberately. He moved his hips forward and back,
causing me to naturally put my hands on his firm little ass and help the
boy, guide him, although he really needed no guidance at all. He knew well
what he was doing and how to do it, moving my cock around inside of him
like the floor shift on an old truck. I pulled his cheeks apart, opening
him up wider for me and helping to create more feelings for him.

"I can't seem to get close enough to you, to get enough of your cock inside
of me. My body wants more and more of you inside of me," he moaned in my
ear.  He was beginning to breathe heavier as lust took over, driving him
onward toward another, inevitable, crashing conclusion. It was hot, the boy
was, hot I was hot. God it felt so awesomely good being inside of him,
loving him. I held him tightly, my hand having gotten between us to grasp
his cock and jack him off. He held onto me just as tight as we rocked
together on the bed and came a second time, this one causing me to see
stars as though a hundred flashbulbs went off in my face. Kiet was almost
sobbing in my ear as his orgasm took him over the edge as he pushed and
moved every which way in my lap, sweat running off of both of us. His sperm
shot out onto my belly, splattering me in warm young juice until it slowed
to a dribble and oozed down over my thumb and dripped off into my pubic
hair.

The bundle of boy in my lap finally slowed his motion and eventually
stopped. His head rested on my shoulder, both of us breathing very heavily
as we reveled in the afterglow of a great sperming. My legs were getting
very tired however so I told him to hold on and through a variety of moves
ended up sitting on the bed with Kiet still in my lap and seeming to enjoy
the acrobatics as we moved from one position to the other. We kissed a
little more then he gently pushed me to my back and began to recline on my
chest. We didn't manage to stay that way for long as my cock finally
softened and squished out of his tight little ass, causing us both to moan
at the loss. Kiet lay prone on my body, our cocks finally softened and
snuggled up next to each other, much as their owners were, smearing his
cooling cum on both our bodies.

"That was delicious Josh," he whispered in my ear, then kissed my cheek. My
hands played lightly up and down his back, alternating with an occasional
firmer touch. I gripped and kneaded the firm dark globes of his adolescent
butt, enjoying how they felt under my fingers.

"Yes. Yes it was," I whispered back and held him a little tighter. He
finally rolled off of me and stood up.

"Stay and rest while I prepare a bath for us, yes?" I nodded my head and
watched as he walked toward the bathroom. The kid was a delight to watch,
front or back, as he moved and I actually felt my cock stir, just a little
bit, as I thought about it being stuffed inside the boys' tight slender
butt.