Date: Wed, 21 May 2003 02:14:37 +0000
From: jsl2k4@hotmail.com
Subject: My Island

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My Island


"What if I could take you and your friends away from here forever?" I
whispered as my hand caressed the soft cheek of the young boy lying next to
me.

"Don't" he dismissed, lowering his eyes.

"Don't what?" I asked, knowing full well why he had responded negatively.

"You don't have to go there man," he continued to look away.

"What do you mean?"

"You paid me man," he looked into my eyes again, but this time his
expression grew cold. "It's cool. You don't need to act like you care."

"That's not fair." I snapped, my hand now cupping his cheek. "I have never
treated you like a whore. You know that I care about you and your brother."

"I know you do," he now looked very sullen, "it's just...well, I've heard
that so many times now. 'Let's feel sorry for the little foster kid take him
home forever. But then they dump you when they no longer find you cute"

"Well," I began cautiously, "that certainly wasn't my intention, and I don't
have any illusions about having you be my little live in whore. I just
know how I feel about you and thought that you would like to get away from
here is all."

"Are you being totally serious?" He began to brighten up somewhat, although
still looking reluctant, "I mean, well, yeah I would like to get the fuck
outta here. I hate it here. But I belong to the State man, not that they
would give a fuck if one more foster kid disappeared," he gave a sarcastic
little laugh but I could tell he felt the pain of being unwanted very
deeply, "besides...it's not just me. I don't go anywhere without my
brother."

"I have no intention of separating you and your brother. In fact I want to
take all of your friends with us. And as for the State...well, I promise you
we'll go where they can never find you."

"Oh yeah," he smirked, "and where would that magical place be?"

"My island" I smiled.

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Jonathan Briggs had spent the better part of his 12 year old life in the
care of the State of Wisconsin Child Welfare System. He had already lived
in several foster homes by the time that his mother had given birth to Jack,
his now 5 yr old half brother. Jack never had the misfortune of having
to live with their mother as she had abandoned him at the hospital the day
after he was born. Jonathan on the other hand, had spent the first 4 and
a half  years of his sad little life moving from place to place, staying
months, sometimes only days with whatever men his mother was fucking at the
time. Insert any number of cliche's and his mother fit them all.

Not long after his 4th birthday, a social worker from the Milwaukee
Department of Children and Family Services came to visit. A neighbor called
the police after finding Jonathan eating out of the garbage cans outside of
the motel they were living in. The social worker helped Jonathan and his
mother find a subsidized housing project where they could live and even
helped her find a job. Things at first seemed to be improving. Jonathan's
mother was making little, but enough money to keep the basics going in the
run down apartment they shared. But just as before, she began bringing men
around, and soon she was strung out on whiskey and heroine. Social Services
was notified when the housing project sent a notice of eviction. Jonathan
was taken into protective custody and never heard from his mother again.

He had no family. He had become another 'case' in the child welfare system.
Jonathan moved from home to home. He was not a trouble maker mind you, but
as it is with the foster care system, after awhile, people get tired of a
child and they have to go. So it was that Jonathan came to live at the
Wells Home for Boys. By the time he was ten years old, Jonathan had become
just another fixture at the over crowded facility. Children in the system
learn very early on that they must rely on themselves alone to get their
needs met. By any means necessary. Jonathan knew this all to well, so when
Brandon Aimes, a street wise boy a year his senior offered to show him the
ropes, he willingly agreed.

"You're gonna make mad money out there man!" Brandon smirked as he eyed
Jonathan up and down, the two friends standing in front of each other,
alone in the basement of their school. Both boys were well known for
skipping class.

Jonathan was, for lack of a better word, beautiful. He was average height
for a ten almost eleven year old with a medium build. He was neither fat,
nor skinny. His hair was a fiery red and his eyes were emerald green. His
skin was a mild bronze, not the pale white that you would normally associate
with a red head. But his best feature, as Brandon pointed out to him, was
his plump bubble butt.

"This ass is gonna get you paid," he smiled slyly as he cupped the young
boy's cheeks in his hands.

Jonathan felt strange when his friend felt his supple ass. It was weird to
have anyone else touching him. But at the same time he could not deny the
electric shock that traveled up his body, not to mention the tingling
sensation he felt in his young balls. Brandon moved in closer and soon the
boys were almost hugging. Jonathan slowly moved his arms up and placed his
hands on Brandon's shoulders as the older boy moved his hands under the
waistband of his shorts and touched his bare ass. Jonathan let out a slow
moan as Brandon began kneading his smooth flesh.

"It's time you learned how this is done so you can get paid," his gaze fixed
on his young pupils brilliantly green eyes.

Brandon was a cute kid in his own right, but just average when put next to
Jonathan. He was heavier, with a slight belly that was a result of the
medication that the Wells Home made him take to 'help him with his anger'.
He has black hair and deep set brown eyes. His skin was pale white, almost
like porcelain. Jonathan looked the boy over and studied him. He had seen
his friend everyday for the past 6 months, but something was different
today.

Today he noticed the curves of his cheeks, the thickness of his eye brows,
and most of all, the fullness of his lips.

"Ok," Jonathan smirked at his friend, "show me how it's done."

"First," Brandon said as he stepped back, breaking their hug, "show me your
dick"

Jonathan flinched at the change in tone. Brandon had not asked see it, he
had ordered it.

"No kidding dude," he demanded, "show me whatcha got"

"Alright," Jonathan said nervously, "you don't have to be a dick about it"

"Hey," he laughed sarcastically, "You think that the guys you're gonna hook
up with are gonna give a shit if you're shy?"

"I.." Jonathan stuttered.

"Hell no dude!" his tone turned serious again, "Listen man, when you're out
there on the street you've got to be down for it. If you act all shy and
shit, you're gonna get hurt. Trust me....it feels great to get fucked, but
not to get fucked up. Get it"

"Yeah," Jonathan became stoic, "I get it. Can we try it again?"

"Alright," he smiled, "Now show me your cock"

Jonathan didn't hesitate at all this time as he pulled his shorts down
exposing his white underwear.

"Wait man," Brandon interrupted, "not like that. Sorry, my bad, I should
have told you. If a guy asks to see your dick, first thing you do is
ask to see his. That way you can tell if it's a cop."

"How?" Jonathan asked eagerly.

"Because dude, a cop can't just whip his dick out. The hookers on 78th
street taught me that. If the guy refuses to show you his dick, then you
just bail out man."

"No shit..." Jonathan smiled.

"Also, after you know it's a real trick, that's what you call 'em,
tricks...anyway, after you know he's for real then you just pull your cock
out through the hole in your jeans. That way he can see it, but you can
still bail if you need to without tripping all over your shit dude."

"Cool," Jonathan was soaking in all this new knowledge.

"For now though, just go ahead and get completely naked," Brandon smiled.

Jonathan took his shirt off and then finished pulling off his shorts and
underwear. He stood in front of his friend, naked as the day he was brought
into this world. Brandon smiled as he eyed his young friend. Jonathan's
body was a true testament to the beauty of boys. His smooth, skin glowed in
the light created by the single bulb in the basement. Brandon's gaze
widened as he focused in on the 4 and a half inch cut boycock that stuck
straight up towards the preadolescent's belly. Beneath his turgid little
prick hung two smooth orbs in a soft skin pouch.

"Damn that's a nice cock," Brandon swallowed as he moved in closer to his
friend, "should have known you'd have a great cock, as fine as you are!"

Jonathan had never been spoken to this way and he was at a loss for the
feelings that were raging through his young body. Jonathan had been
masturbating for about a year now so he was no stranger to how could his
body could feel.  But these feelings were definitely new.

"Yeah," Brandon smiled, "you got the hook up for sure"

"What do you mean?" Jonathan asked as he looked over his own body.

Brandon didn't respond. Rather he removed his own clothes and stood naked
before his friend. Jonathan moved closer to his friend as he examined his
body. He then understood what he had meant as Brandon gave a tug on his own
swollen member that stood out at a mere three inches from his body.
Beneath it was a small sac with two balls that Jonathan could tell were
smaller than his own. Above his cock, Jonathan could make out the
beginnings of a few wisps of pubic hair.

"I know man," Brandon smiled, "it's tiny. But out here you gotta learn to
play with the hand you're dealt. Trust me...I don't lose any business over
it.

I quickly learned how to make up for it in other areas!"

"Whatdya mean?" Jonathan inquired.

"I can take 9 inches down my throat or up my ass without breakin' a sweat
and I never let a drop spill!" Brandon snapped his fingers and waved his
hand like the drag queens Jonathan had seen growing up near the gay bar on
115th.

"Will you show me how?" Jonathan smiled.

"Fuckin' hell yeah I'll show ya!" with that Brandon knelt down in front of
his friend and with a single motion, engulfed his raging prick. Jonathan
almost fell over as the rush of new sensations poured threw his young body.
This was unlike anything he had experienced while jacking off. In a natural
response, he placed his hands on Brandon's shoulders as he began to pump
into the older boy's skilled mouth. Brandon could sense his friend's legs
shaking and broke his mouth's embrace long enough to pull him down onto the
floor.  Brandon knelt between Jonathan's legs and looked down at his young
friend who was so evidently lost in pleasure's flow. As Brandon moved down
to take in the young boy's cock, Jonathan instinctively opened his legs. He
lay there beneath him, prone and totally helpless against the force of the
electricity coursing through his entire body.

Brandon began sucking his prick again and even managed to work a finger
around the virgin hole of his new student. Jonathan gasped for air as
Brandon plunged his finger deep inside his hot ass in one full motion. The
pain was blinding as Brandon forced another finger inside. After a short
time though, Jonathan was able to relax and the pain gave way to
unbelievable pleasure.  Brandon hit his target finally and began to rub
against Jonathan's prostate.  Jonathan yelled out as orgasm over took
him. He was lost in the intense feelings radiating from both his cock and
his ravaged hole and could not focus his sight for at least a minute.

"Dude," Brandon shook his friend conscious, "Dude come on man, snap out of
it already. Damn man, we gotta go!"

"Sorry man," Jonathan panted, "holy fuck! That was amazing!"

"Glad you liked it. Cuz next time you're doin' me!"

Over the next few weeks, Brandon would show Jonathan everything he needed
to know to make it work out on the streets. But in that time, fucking for
money was not the only thing that Jonathan had learned. He had been told
that he had a half brother named Jack who would be coming to live at Wells.

It seemed that Jack had been bounced out of several foster homes much like
his older brother had, so the social workers felt that if the boys should
be together at Wells.

Jonathan didn't know how to handle the news of Jack's existence. On one
hand he was overjoyed that he was not truly alone. But he struggled
wondering if they would ever have any kind of relationship given the fact
that they were complete strangers. Jonathan confided these feelings to his
friend Owen. He could have told Brandon, but Brandon tended to be a very
emotionally uninvolved kid. Not that Jonathan blamed him, especially
considering the abuse he had suffered his whole life. Owen, on the other
hand, was a very good confidant.  Owen, who was also almost 12 yrs old like
Jonathan, had spent his first 9 years living a relatively normal life at
home with his parents. But when they were both killed in a fire, Owen was
orphaned. Owen was a small and chubby little boy. He had blonde hair and
bright blue eyes. He was, by all accounts, a sweet little boy.
Unfortunately, sweet children in the system tend to get the shit kicked out
of them on a regular basis. You see, it's not the best of ideas to be a
'positive' thinker in a shelter filled with about 100 angry and hurting
boys. For the most part, Owen stayed pretty well out of the way of any
aggression because he stuck close to Jonathan and Brandon. But everyone's
got to be alone sometimes. As was the case with Owen Caufield, and after
those times, Brandon and Jonathan would take turns cleaning him up and
staying close to him.

"I think you're worrying too much dude," Owen said in his trademark positive
tone, "he's your brother man."

"Yeah...but he doesn't even know me," Jonathan fretted, "besides, you've
seen most of the 'brothers' that live here. Most of them have had to be
separated because they try to kill each other."

"That's just it! You too haven't had the time that they've had to learn to
hate each other!" Owen laughed.

"Good call man," Jonathan let out a slight chuckle, the first since hearing
the news.

"Well," Owen said looking past his friend, "I guess all the worrying and
what if'ing won't help now."

Jonathan spun around as Owen pointed towards the main door to the dorm. A
small boy of five stood next to the women Jonathan recognized as the same
social worker who had brought him to Wells. The boys was like a small
replica of himself. Same red hair, same green eyes, same tanned skin. In
fact the only noticeable difference was Jack had a much thinner stature.
The three merged in the middle of the room and the two brother's eyes
met. Jack looked deep into his brothers eyes and then his head lowered.

"Jonathan," the social worker broke the silence, "this is your brother
Jack."

"Hi," Jonathan muttered, too wracked with nerves to get much more out.

"Hey," Jack said softly not raising his head.

Jonathan looked over at Owen who had remained close by. Owen gave him the
'well...say something' glare and motioned for Jonathan to kneel down so
that the two boy's heads could be at the same level.

"Hi," Jonathan said with all of the courage he could muster, "I'm
Jonathan...your big brother. I'm really happy that you're here"

Jack looked up, "really?" Jack asked searchingly.

"Yeah lil'dude," Jonathan smiled, "I never knew I had a brother out there."
With that Jonathan's eyes began to glass up, "I always just thought that
I was alone." A tear escaped his right eye and slowly ran down his cheek.
Jonathan could not have known he would react this way.

"You really wanna brudder?" Jack still looked a little apprehensive.

"Heck yeah!" Jonathan smiled.

Jack began to cry.

"What's wrong?" Jonathan was overwhelmed with concern.

"He's been unable to stop worrying about meeting you ever since I told him
he was moving here," the social worker sighed, looking bothered by the whole
interaction, "he thought that you wouldn't like him and wouldn't want to
have a brother. See Jack...I told you that he wouldn't be like that."

"I thought the same thing," Jack looked into his little brothers searching
gaze, "I thought that you wouldn't want to meet me and that when you did
that you wouldn't like me"

Both boys laughed as they fought back their tears.

"Oh for Pete's sake Jonathan!" Owen shouted over to his friend, "hug him
already, that's what he's waiting for"

Jonathan snapped his head at the sound of Owen's voice. When he returned his
gaze to his little brother, Jack had moved closer to him and was lowering
his head while his eyes stayed fixed on Jonathan's. Jonathan teared up again
and engulfed him in his arms.

The boys settled into a rhythm over the next few months. Jonathan had begun
working the streets for money. Soon after they both turned twelve, Owen
joined in as well. The boys kept their street activities hidden from Jack in
the beginning. But soon it became harder and harder as Jack was not a
stupid child.

"You and Owen gonna go out with Brandon tonight?" he asked with a grin.

"What do you mean?" Jonathan tried to play it off

"Ya know," he put his hands firmly on his hips with a pouting face, "I'm
five Jonathan, I'm not stupid"

"I know pal," Jonathan sheepishly smiled knowing that he was gonna have to
now have an awkward discussion, "It's just not something that I think you
would understand"

"Like I don't know that you and those guys go out at night and do sex stuff
with old guys for money," he fired back.

Jonathan swallowed hard and Jack could tell that he was embarrassed.

"What?" he asked

"Um..." Jonathan searched for a hold on the situation, "Well...you
see...it's like this..."

"I don't care Jonathan," Jack lowered his head, "I just get scared that you
won't come back"

"Oh no buddy," Jonathan took his brother into his arms, "I would never leave
you. We will never be apart again as long as I have anything to say about
it."

"Can I go with you?" Jack knew the answer already.

"No way lil man," Jonathan looked deep into his brother's eyes, "It scary
enough for me out there, there's no way I'd bring you out in that mess."

"Okay," Jack smiled, "Just make sure you always come back home."

"I will pal," Jonathan smiled, "besides this isn't home. That's why I'm
doing this, so we can have money to run away someday soon."

"As long as I can be with you," Jack hugged his brother tightly.

"Hey," Jonathan snapped out of the hug, "just what do you know about 'sex
stuff' anyway?"

Jack laughed, "tons...me and Simon do it every night!"

Jonathan just about fell over. Simon Clarkson was an eight year old that
Jack always played with in the quad area outside. The two had always seemed
really close...Jonathan just never knew how close. Simon was a cute little
kid with sandy blonde hair and a nice tan. He had an older brother named
Max that Jonathan had hung around with a couple of times. He was identical
to Simon...just older.

"Are you mad at me Jonathan?" Jack looked worried.

"No way man," Jonathan brushed the hair away from his little brothers eyes,
"I love you man."

Jonathan, Owen and Brandon had become quite adept at sneaking in and out of
the Wells Home for Boys. And there street enterprise was booming. Owen did
most of his business around St. Martha's church. In fact he joked that the
church in fact had two services on Wednesday night, one for the congregation
and a private on for Father Donovan.

Owen would wait in the back of the church until everyone had left and then
he would accompany Father Donovan back into the rectory. Of all of the men
that Owen had sex with, he liked Father Donovan the best. Father Donovan
took his time and was very gentle with the boy. Father Donovan would spend
the first ten minutes just slowly undressing Owen. At first this made Owen
a little uncomfortable as he was a somewhat plump little boy and was very
self conscious about his body. But he soon felt very relaxed as Father
Donovan began to give him lots of praise for how beautiful his body really
was.

"Oh Owen," he would coo as he removed the boys shirt, "look at your
beautiful skin and your broad shoulders. You will make a fine football
player someday.

I love to feel your softness against my face. May I kiss your sweet chest?"

"Yes Father," was all Owen ever said in response.

The old priest took his time savoring the sweetness of the young boy's
flesh. The warm salty taste of his young skin sent the old priest into a
trance.

He swirled his tongue around the child's plump nipples and when he sucked
them into his mouth, he was guaranteed a deep moan of pleasure. He moved
down to his ample belly and kissed it gently. His hands slowly caressed the
boy's little breasts as he flicked his tongue in and out of his navel. This
always got a mixed response. First the coos of gratitude as he loved to
have his tits massaged, but then there were always the giggles as his navel
was tickled.

Father Donovan then brought his hands down to the boys waistband and
carefully slid his shorts over his voluptuous ass, letting them fall to the
floor.

Owen instinctively stepped out of them and stood before the old priest in
his full naked glory.

"Oh my sweet child," the priest exclaimed, "you are truly a gift from
heaven"

Owen smiled as the priest's kind words seemed to at least momentarily take
the place of the hundreds of insults he received on a weekly basis. The
priest took his right hand and lifted up the young boys semi erect
penis. Owen had learned to control his erection with the priest as he knew
that Father Donovan liked to see him soft and then work him to a state of
excitement himself.  Owen's boyhood was plump like the rest of him. He was
uncut and had a ample hood over the end of his 3 inch soft meat. Father
Donovan cupped the child's nice sized balls in his left hand as his right
worked the boy's cock to a full 5 inches. He swirled his finger tip over
the glans, spreading the boy's juices. Owen let out another moan as the old
priest squeezed his young prick forcing more precum to drain out of the
swollen slit at the tip of his prick.

"Soon my angel," Father Donovan assured his young study, "soon you will feel
so much pleasure."

He broke his grip of the young boy's cock and led him over to the bed. Owen
knew to lie down on his back and open his legs for the old priest. Father
Donovan moved in between Owen's legs and then dropped to his own knees. With
both hands firmly gripping the young child's legs, he raised them up further
until they were pinned against his chest. Owen let out a moan as he knew
what was coming next.

"Yes, my child," the old priest reassured him, "I will give you the pleasure
you seek."

He moved down and began devouring the boy's gaping hole. Owen writhed on
the bed as the old priest plunged his tongue deep into his ass. Owen
stroked his own cock as the old priest continued to work on his hungry
asshole. Now he had replaced his tongue with not one, or two, but three
long fingers. No pain was felt as this exchange occurred as Owen's ass was
well trained by now to accommodate such a pleasurable intrusion.

Without any warning the old priest pulled his fingers out of the boys and
stood up between his open legs. Owen smiled and then closed his eyes as he
watched Father Donovan remove his robe with a single motion. Owen had been
trained by the old priest to close his eyes as he didn't like to be seen
when he was naked. Owen gladly obliged, after all, the old priest was paying
him well for his services.

"Are you ready my child?" the old priest asked  in the soothing voice that
Owen had come to love.

"Yes Father," and with that the old priest thrust his manhood deep inside of
the hungry child.

The old priest was endowed with an average size cock, about 6 inches, and
it felt like a hot sword as it pierced the young boy's wet ass. Owen
groaned as the old priest fucked him. Every once in a while Father Donovan
would let out a soft moan as he plunged into the plump little child beneath
him. The old priest's cock rubbed against the young child's prostate and
with each thrust he brought Owen closer to his impending orgasm. Owen would
cum three times before the old man drew near to his own climax. The first
would erupt from deep within him causing a spray of hot boycum to shoot out
from his young penis.

The next to would produce no cum but would cause the boy's body to writhe
in pleasure. Owen knew the old priest's orgasm was near as he began
reciting scripture in Latin. Owen had no idea what he was saying, but he
had learned that it was the same each time, so he was able to predict when
the old priest was about to cum. When Father Donovan began to recite the
last line of his ritual, Owen clamped down on the old priest's cock with
every ounce of strength he had left.

"Yes my child!" the old priest shouted, "yes my angel!"

Father Donovan exploded inside of Owen's now trembling ass. Owen's own
muscles spasmed as he reached yet another orgasm. The old priest cried out
again to the little boy as he filled him with his hot fluid.

After the old priest had regained his strength, he pulled himself off of
the child and again donned his robe. Owen remained on the bed and opened
his eyes when Father Donovan instructed him to do so. The old priest took
great care in cleaning the boy up and then dressed him.

"Thank you my sweet child," the old priest softly spoke as he kissed the
boy's plump little hand, "as always you are the most lovely creature I have
ever seen."

"Yes Father," Owen smiled as he got up and left the old priest.


_______________________________________________________________________________


I was in Milwaukee for a business meeting. My assistant Xin Mae had booked
me into the penthouse suite at the Regency Downtown. I preferred the Regency
because it offered a wonderful view of Lake Michigan and I loved to watch
the sailboats.

Xin Mae, a beautiful Asian acquisition from one of my earliest trips to the
orient. She was the single most important person in my life for she managed
all of my personal affairs. I trust her with my life and all of the details
of my inner world. She has been trained her entire life to be an attache,
skilled in business and finance, security, and above all else, discretion.
You see, I am an avid lover of boys; which is to say that I have loved many
boys from one side of the globe to the other. My business dealings take me
all over the world and I have been very fortunate to have had the pleasure
of tasting the soft flesh and feeling the warm touch of local boys wherever
I have been. It's really not as hard as you might think to find boys
willing to share their bodies and discover all of the forbidden pleasures
that have been hidden from them. You just have to know where to look.
Waiting in the shadows, the back streets, and often times within the hotel
lobbies, these boys no how to make themselves seen to the right man.

So it was that I came to know Jonathan Briggs. I had gone down to the main
floor of the Regency to meet Xin Mae. We were to have a private diner at
Gionatello's. As we made our way through the lobby to the Limousine waiting
out front, I notice him. Standing by the magazine rack at the lobby gift
shop, he could have been anyone's kid. He looked about 11 or 12, stunningly
handsome with the most brilliant, fiery red hair that I had ever seen. Xin
Mae noticed my stare.

"Sir wishes the company of the young gentleman?" she posed without the
slightest hint of judgement. We stopped before we reached the door.

"Have you ever seen such a beautiful child?" I replied.

"He is magnificent sir," she smiled. More than just my attache, Xin Mae was
a friend. "Shall I arrange it sir?"

"Do you really need to ask Xin Mae?" I smiled and left her for the limo.

"As you wish Sir," she disappeared into the crowd.

I entered the Limousine and we sped off for Gionatello's. Xin Mae messaged
my cell phone to confirm that the red head had been acquired. She followed
it up by stating that we were on a tight time schedule. I informed the
driver to turn around and return to the Regency.

I made my way up to my suite and found the fire haired angel on the outer
deck. The sun had started to set and the crimson sky silhouetted the child
as he
looked out over then edge at the massive body of water surrounding the city.
He was simply breathtaking. I could feel the lust forming deep within my
soul.

He was wearing only the hotel robe that Xin Mae had supplied him. As I
approached him, I saw the fading sunlight dance off of his face.

"You must be Jonathan," I startled him as I spoke. He spun around and
quickly brushed the hair from in front of his eyes.

"Yes sir," he had the voice of an angel.

"Please," I motioned for him to join my at the dining table by the pool.

We sat and enjoyed a fine meal of Maine lobster tails and Kobe beef steaks.
Although I tried with earnest, Jonathan avoided talking about his personal
life. Realizing that this was a subject that he was not comfortable with, I
dropped my pursuit. I could tell by his mannerisms and the way he hesitated
with the food and the dessert that he had definitely not been introduced to
any of the finer things in life.

We walked around the balcony area, hand in hand, for about thirty minutes
before he made his move to perform the task he felt he was brought here to
do.

He stepped away from me and loosened the rope on his robe. It didn't take
long before the breeze blowing in the night sky freed him of his
garment. He was stunning. His soft cock lay gently over two nice sized
balls. He was an amazing child.

"You are truly beautiful," I spoke softly, "do you know that?"

"I guess," he said not making eye contact. I could tell that he was not used
to being praised.

"I take it that you've not been told that many times before," I smiled.

"No...not really," he smiled somewhat.

"I would like the privilege of making love to you," I motioned to the
bedroom.

"Sure," he chuckled.

We made our way into the bedroom and I relieved myself of my clothing. I
have a large frame and have worked very hard all of my life to remain as
fit as possible. I have large arms and legs and a well defined chest and
abs. I like to work out, but I'm not a freak about it.

"Holy shit," Jonathan's mouth dropped open as I stepped into the light.
"You're huge!"

Before you think that I'm painting myself out to be some Adonis, I will tell
you that he was simply referring to my overall size. I stand 6 feet 3
inches.

While I have a good 7 inches of hard cut cock, I'm certainly no John Holmes.

I scooped him up and held him in my arms. He instinctively wrapped his legs
around my waist and I could feel the searing heat of his stiffening boycock
pressing into my stomach. Our eyes met and I immediately felt something
deep within me stir for this boy. He leaned into me and our lips met. I
could still taste the cheesecake we had for dessert on his tongue as his
lips parted and allowed me entrance. I savored the taste of this young
god. His mouth was hot an very wet and he moaned as I groped both of his
gorgeous lobes in my hands. His hands probed my arms and shoulders and I
could feel him tracing my muscles. I worked my right hand down his moist
crack until I found his hot boyhole, opened just a bit from the stretching
of his legs around me. I used the sweat forming in his crack to wet my
finger so that I could slip it inside of him. He groaned as I made my way
inside. He was burning hot inside and I knew that I would have to bury my
cock deep within him to fully appreciate this young angel.

I picked him up off me and turned him upside down. He rested his thighs on
my shoulders to gain hold. Without any guidance he took my aching member
into his wet mouth and began to work it. I wasted no time in eating his
beautiful hole. He tasted like pure ecstasy. I sucked on his hole and the
tight flesh around it. He moaned as he worked on my cock. His skills were
good and I could tell that he had some practice, but he rushed; the mark of
a street kid.

After a little while longer, I took him over to the bed and gently laid him
down on his back. He opened his legs and I knelt down to feast on his
straining meat. He had but a few blonde hairs just at the base of his nice
cock, apart from that, he was totally hairless.

I sucked him into my waiting mouth and lavished his hot tool with my
tongue.  I loved the taste of his cock. The mixture of sweat, precum, and
some dried piss on the underside sent me into another world.

"Unnh," he grunted as he let loose a small stream of boycum into my mouth.

"Yes Jonathan," I said, looking up at him as I continued to jack his young
cock, "that's it baby. Feel it all over your body."

When he came down from his orgasm he looked me deep in the eyes, "fuck me
now sir...please"

I obliged my young guest and got into position over him. It took a little
bit of effort, but I managed to get my throbbing cock deep inside of his
body.

The heat was intense and I knew that I would not last long so I fucked him
hard and fast. Normally I would have taken more time and slow fucked him to
another couple of orgasms. But this boy's ass was too hot for me and I was
filling his insides with my juice in no time. I could feel my slick cum
slide around my cock as I continued to soft fuck him.

"That was awesome," he panted as I laid down beside him.

"Yes," I looked into his eyes, "you are a magnificent young man."

We laid there for awhile before Jonathan got up and said that he had to get
back home. I had Xin Mae take care of seeing that he got where he needed to
be.

"Will I ever see you again," he asked as he headed for the door.

"I will be back in town in two weeks," I smiled at him, "you be here at the
hotel then, and we will spend more time together."

"I'll be here," he smiled.


To be continued.....

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~JSL