Date: Wed, 19 Oct 2011 11:06:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Rainy Day Gusher

Once again a boy that I saw, at my clinic, prompted this story. Seems like
I've been seeing a lot of cute Asian boys lately. I'm not complaining you
understand. Anyhow, beyond just seeing him, there is no other truth to the
story. Oh, and the fact that he was just as I describe him. N-Joi.

Hugs,
Tag_m

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In my 15 years as an adult, I've been pretty fortunate in my quest to pick
up boys. I was pretty fucking good at it from puberty through high school
as well. I've always been my charming self but I've also shown some balls,
taken some chances that likely could have gotten me arrested. I wouldn't
call it aggressive but I sure could be assertive. Part of my success was
that I could read people really well and had a good instinct for timing.
Don't ask me how or why, it just was.

I had been living close to an inland waterway that was large enough to
almost be considered a bay. I wasn't on the water per se, but lived about
200 hundred yards from it. Access to the water's edge was a public trail
that ran from a city street 100 yards on the other side of my house. The
trail was hard packed dirt lined on both sides by privacy walls that
bordered homes or homes themselves and lots of tropical vegetation that
included Banyan, Palms of various types, hibiscus bushes, trailing vines
and the like. Trails such as that one provided access to the water and
sometimes beach about every 3-400 yards along the residential street.

There were plenty of zillion dollar homes along that 3 mile stretch but
mine wasn't one of them. I owned a two story duplex and my side abutted the
access trail. All I had to do was go through a gate set in the 8 foot tall
fence that protected the property, take a left, and walk the 200 hundred or
so yards to the water's edge.

I said there was some beach but it wasn't much, only sporadic patches of
sand, and only then when the tide was low. A concrete bulkhead ran along
the entire 3 mile stretch separating the waterline from the marshland that
ran parallel to it and the row of homes on the other side of the
marsh. Another hard packed dirt walkway ran the entire length and concrete
steps led down to the few miniscule patches of sand that were present when
the tide was out. When the tide was in it covered the bottom 2 steps. In
most places the walkway was about 10 feet above the water so a steel hand
rail helped prevent people from falling off.

I walked the bulkhead a couple times a week as part of my daily exercise
program. Sometimes I went down to sit and enjoy the weather. There were
places to sit along the water fronted walkway and every so often that
sitting area was enclosed in glass similar to a public bus stop and I was
fortunate to have one close to where my access trail intersected with the
walkway.  I especially liked going down there if a storm was brewing or
when it rained heavily. I liked storms, found them healing to my soul in
some weird way. Maybe it was the power of nature and all that...shit.

So it was, about 4 o'clock on a Saturday afternoon in mid October that I
found myself sitting inside my little glass enclosure watching the wind
whipped waves and the dark, rain heavy clouds as they moved swiftly toward
the shore. I hadn't been there long when a figure approached on the walkway
from my right. As it got closer it appeared that it was teenage boy and
like most kids these days his head was down and he was furiously working a
cell phone or a hand held game. He stopped about 15 feet from me and leaned
against the railing facing in my direction but oblivious to my presence,
his face close to the electronic device in his hand, fingers and thumbs
doing what they do in such moments.

He was thin and perhaps that conspired with his clothing style to make him
seem tall although I would discover that he was a few inches shorter than
my own 5 `8". He was wearing black Levi's with stovepipe legs and a pair of
low cut Vans, black with white trim. His upper body was covered by a light
purple, long sleeved hooded shirt made of light weight cotton.

His hair was black but not quite a pitch black although it was about as
close as it could get without actually having a shiny cast to it. But it
wasn't stick straight. It was combed, or had a very slight wave to it, that
made it move forward onto his right cheek, upward to his temple and across
his brow so that it hung about half way down his eyes, and continued in the
same direction so it swept backward on the left side of his face and was as
long as his earlobes. He glanced up once and I could easily see that he was
Asian although what particular brand I wasn't sure.

The boy looked familiar to me, at least his hair did, and I finally came to
the conclusion that I'd seen him a few weeks before in the waiting room of
the clinic where I had my medical needs taken care of. I remembered seeing
him with a very pretty I woman, probably his mother, who seemed to be a
little pissed off about the wait time in line. As she made a fuss about
that at the counter I could see that the boy was embarrassed by her
behavior. I also remembered the boy looking up, although not at me, and I
decided that he was awfully damned cute. His skin tone was a nice I brown,
his face was completely smooth, his eyes large and almond shaped. From what
I could remember his lips were nicely formed although not particularly full
but still immanently kissable. I remembered him because I always remember
cute boys and I wondered at the time what it would be like to be with him
in some capacity or another. I remembered too that he'd worn a rainbow
bracelet on his right wrist which only helped increase my fantasies about
him.

As I watched the boy, in the increasing wind, he appeared to be
distressed. I saw, rather than heard, huffs of frustration, the heaving
jamming of thumbs on the keyboard of his phone. The sky darkened even more
and then the first drops of rain appeared, large heavy things that left a
splatter the size of a quarter when they hit. The boy only glanced to the
sky above him for a second and went back to his furious texting. The rain
picked up slightly but that only lasted a few moments before the clouds let
go of their heavy burden.

I loved how rain could do that; go from random droplets to a veil of rain
so thick that you couldn't see more than 50 feet away and could have you
soaking wet in less than half a minute. The boys' head shot up, he looked
around quickly for cover, spotted the shelter and ran toward me and plopped
down on the far end of the 6 foot bench. If he knew that I was there he
didn't give any indication of that fact. He sat, slightly scrunched over,
hands and phone resting on his thighs and continued to text furiously.

I had been sitting about half sideways, my right leg brought up to rest on
the seat with the foot hooked around my left knee and my right arm resting
on the wooden rail attached to the sides and back of the shelter. So it was
that I was able to look right at the boy, and I did. There wasn't much to
see really because his hair was pretty much covering the top half of the
side of his face. What I did see was smooth brown skin and a jaw line that
seemed to have a softness to hit as opposed to sharp lines. After about a
minute his shoulders sagged and he looked up then looked back down at his
phone and said,

"Fucking cocksucker," in a clear but not loud voice that reiterated what I
thought was anger and frustration although in considering that, what else
could it have indicated. I felt that was the perfect opportunity to inject
myself into his life, although my response came more as an automatic
response as opposed to any real thought.

"Excuse me," I said with enough tone to indicate at least some modicum of
irritation, although I wasn't in the least.

The boy sat up, looked at me with furrowed eyebrows, then back down at his
phone. Then he practically jerked upright. "What?"

"You said fucking cocksucker," I repeated. The expression on his face
indicated that he had no idea what I was talking about. He looked back at
his phone again then back at me and realization dawned on his very cute and
smooth brown face.

"Oh no," he said, shaking his head from side to side. "I didn't mean you, I
meant him," he nodded his head toward the phone, "my boy..." then caught
himself and said quickly, "my friend."

"Your boyfriend," I said, deciding not to let him off the hook. He gave me
a quizzical look that changed quickly to one of curiosity.

"What makes you say that?" I loved the sound of his voice; not still high
pitched but not yet fully deepened either.

"Well, you started to say boyfriend then caught yourself and changed
it. Besides, last time I saw you there was a rainbow bracelet on your left
wrist." He thought about that for a second.

"Where did you see me?"

"At the clinic last week with a woman who seemed pissed off about having to
wait or being ignored or something."

"Oh yeah, my mom. How fucking embarrassing was that? I don't remember..."
and he stopped then went on. "Oh yeah, the guy in the bright orange t-shirt
with a dragon on the front." I was a little surprised that he not only saw
me but remembered it. The expression on my face must have reflected that.

"It has Dragon Hawaii printed above the dragon, bet you got it at the swap
meet." That surprised me. The "swap meet" was an event that was held at
Aloha Stadium in Honolulu on Wednesday Saturday and Sunday's. It wasn't
really a swap meet but a collection of kiosks that sold everything from
clothing and Jewelry to local crafts including fresh fruit and home made
foods and none of it had been used. Few people where we were at, some 6,000
miles away would know that or recognize the shirt.

"You know the swap meet?" I said, rather than asked. The boy nodded his
head.

"Yeah, we just moved from Kaimuki about a month ago."

"Really, I lived in Kapahulu for a number of years," The boy brightened
considerably and asked me where. I explained it to him and he brightened
even more.

"Yeah. That's where all the drag queens used to live, back before I was
born. I knew a kid that lived there; we went to Diamond Head elementary
together." He told me a name. "He had an older brother that was a hottie."
I smiled really huge.

"Yup. His whole family is friends of mine and you're right, Ian was a
hottie, still is. Isn't that a big coincidence?"

"Yeah." He paused for a moment then said, "So, does that mean..." and he
stopped. I shrugged my light jacket off my right shoulder and pulled up the
shirt sleeve to reveal the universal gay symbol; a rainbow triangle.

"That's pretty cool," he said. As we chatted I was able to really take in
his face. As I'd said, he had a great mocha coloring. His eyes were quite
large and intelligent and were framed by moderately thick brows and long
silky eyelashes. His nose was typically Asian; almost flat in the curve
right below his brow and the bridge then spreading out toward the
nostrils. His facial features were more soft than sharp, his chin slightly
rounded and not pointed or triangular. He was a beautiful boy without being
the least bit feminine.  I guessed him to be Thai and would find out later
that my assumption had been correct.

"So, what's the deal," I asked, nodding toward his phone. He sighed heavily
then explained that his boyfriend, former boyfriend that is, in Hawaii had
broken up with him and was dating a girl that had been a friend of theirs.

"The cunt," he exclaimed. My immediate response was to ask which
one. "Both, although he is a fucking cocksucker."

"Well, maybe that's a solution to your feelings," I postulated. He asked me
what I meant.

"Cock sucking," I said and he laughed and again asked what I meant.

"Well, sometimes after people have had a traumatic experience, such as the
loss of a relationship through death or other means; sex seems to be an
excellent antidote, at least in the immediacy." He laughed again.

"Cocksucking would help me get over it," he asked and I nodded my head
while responding

"It might," I responded. "You never know until you try."

"Giving or receiving," I shrugged my shoulders.

"Your call," I said. "Whatever floats your boat." He asked if I'd used that
method of healing and I told him many times.

"And are you suggesting that you might be able to help out?" He was still
smiling. I shrugged my shoulders.

"Maybe," I told him

He feigned indignance. "What? I'm chopped liver? You can't decide if you
want to help me or not?"

"Well. I'd be more than happy to help you out but ultimately it's your
decision."

"Giving or receiving," he asked.

"Whatever you think you need. I am adept at both." He laughed.

"Right here?"  I looked around. It was still raining hard although it had
slacked off some.

"There is a certain amount of privacy and I doubt anyone will be out in
this shit but I live right up that trail."

"Go to your house? I don't even know your name."

"Skip," said, extending my hand. The boy took it, albeit gently.

"Arrick." It sounded softer than the word air or Eric. "With an A, two R's
and a CK." What a lovely name I thought to myself.

"We can try it right here," he said. "I'll receive."

"Good choice," I told him. "Why don't you stand in front of me so at least
one of us can keep a look out."  Arrick stood up and came to stand in front
of me and pulled his shirt up just enough to get at his belt. He quickly
undid it then unbuttoned and unzipped revealing the blue and green plaid
fabric of his boxers. He held on to the flap of his jeans then pulled the
front of his boxers down far enough to let his cock flop out then moved the
hand to hold the front of his shirt out of the way. The kid was glorious to
behold.

He was hung much more than the typical Asian's of my experience. At least 7
inches long, the brown uncircumcised tube hung its full default
state. Surprisingly, his boyhood moss was moderately curly but was a small
black patch at the base of his pride and joy. It looked very much as if he
was customizing the area with scissors and razor. I put my hand up under
his flesh and cupped it in my hand. Arrick's cock began to respond
immediately. I leaned in, breathed in the heady musk of teenage hood and
slipped my mouth over the sausage.

A soft cock has a strange feel in the mouth. My lips and tongue moving
against it received no resistance but was pliable. Of course that didn't
last for long as the boy was gearing up for action quite rapidly. I put my
free hand into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down, Arrick's
grip loosening enough for me to get the clothing underneath his balls but
still keep his pants held up. I couldn't see his sperm makers but when I
hefted them I decided they were moderately large and also shaved. I heard
the boy gasp audibly as fondled him, gently rumpling his balls with my hand
and fingers. It didn't take long before he was fully tumescent, his cock
filling my mouth nicely.

I stroked his cock as I suckled him, covering and uncovering his swollen
cock head and coaxing out his precum. It only took a moment for Arrick to
start gently moving his narrow hips and taking an active part on the
action. That didn't last long.

"Stop!" he exclaimed. I took my mouth from his cock and started to
stand. "I don't want to do this here. I want to give and receive." I stood
facing him and saw that his breathing had already quickened. "Can we go to
your house Skip?"

"Absolutely," I told him, reaching down to adjust my own hardening cock
while he put his away and got his clothes back in order. When he was done I
told him we were likely to get soaked before we got there as it was still
raining fairly hard. In the rapidly dwindling light I could see him smile.

"That'll be a good reason to get out of our clothes." He pulled his hood up
over his head then took my hand. "Let's run." And run we did. Once we got
on the trail and under the overhanging trees it was a little better but not
by much. It only took a few minutes to reach my gate and once through it I
led him to the door off of the carport and into the laundry room where we
kicked off our shoes.

Arrick's shirt was soaked through, as was the light windbreaker that I was
wearing, and we both peeled them off at the same time. I tossed the
windbreaker into the dryer along with Arrick's shirt and by the time I'd
turned back around he had his jeans unbuttoned, unzipped and was peeling
off a sock. Clearly the boy wanted to wait for me. I caught up with him,
both of us tossing wet garments into the dryer. The grand moment was upon
us and without fanfare we both peeled our jeans off. The difference was
that I worked my jeans down while leaving my boxers in place while Arrick
had gotten his down together. I was pulling the legs of my jeans off while
I was beginning to stand upright with his clothes in his hands.

"Are you a shy boy Skip," he asked. He was holding his clothes in his hands
and separating his underwear from inside the jeans so I couldn't see his
boyhood charms.

"No, just adding a little mystery," I said with a grin. I tossed my jean in
the dryer and turned around to see Arrick's arm outstretched offering me
his wet clothes. I could barely see his stuff until I took the clothing
from him and much as I wanted to stare I didn't but turned around and threw
in the drying with the rest of the clothes and without turning around I
shucked my drawers, tossed them in and closed the door. Still facing the
dryer I pushed the on button and then the start and it fired up right up. I
then turned to see Arrick looking at me, a slight smile on his face.

Both of us had shrunk up a little due to the cold but still he was
magnificent to look at. His cock was fully softened but still rested
against his balls, which didn't have a hair in sight. As I said, he was
thin, and without clothing it seemed more pronounced although he was well
defined. His chest and abdominal muscles were outlined by the deep,
requisite creases. Arrick's body was that of an athlete and I would later
learn that he had placed in the top 10 in state surfing competition every
year since he was 9. He was also a gymnast as well as a competitive
swimmer.

In return the boy stared unabashedly at my crotch as well which made me
feel like standing a little straighter. I matched the boy for size both in
the cock department as well as my nuts although my cock was thicker was
circumcised. Like Arrick I also did some excess grooming in the area so my
balls were as smooth as his and my pubic hair was trimmed up as well
although not nearly as small a patch as his.

"You are truly magnificent Arrick," I told him. He smiled in gratitude.

"You're pretty hot too Skip." That said he stepped up to me and could
almost look me straight in the in the eyes. "Do you like to kiss?" I loved
kissing and told him so. The boy melted into my arms with his face upturned
and without further ado I put my lips against his. His mouth opened
immediately and he pushed his tongue against me so I opened up as well and
let him in. We were getting into it pretty heavily when his body
shivered. I had noticed when I first held him that he was cold but kissing
took precedence. I broke from him.

"You're almost freezing Arrick," I said. "Do you want to get in the
shower?" He shook his head.

"Maybe later. Right now I want to get you into bed and suck your cock." I
knew that he'd been getting hard when we kissed and when he stepped back
his rock hard cock sprung up to stand tall and proud in front of his very
flat and very taut belly.

"Well then," I said, staring at his prodigious boyhood, "let me take you
there." I took his hand and led him through the kitchen and into the living
room then up the wrought iron spiral staircase to the second floor. As I
stepped off the last step Arrick said,

"You got a really nice butt Skip." I thanked him then led him to the left
off of the stairs and down a short hallway toward the front of the house;
and into my bedroom.  It was a large room and my bed sat smack dab in the
middle of it on a 10 inch platform. As soon as we passed through the
doorway the room became bathed in a soft deep blue light. One wall was all
glass with a dozen or more large potted plants soaking up what should have
been sunlight.

"Oh wow," Arrick said, clearly surprised and a little awed by what had
happened. I led him to the side of the bed and whipped the light coverlet
back and stood aside for him. Arrick climbed on, kneeling, so for a brief
moment I got an equally brief view of his ass, his nuts hanging like fruit
on a tree and almost his hole. Brief though it was I did notice, or not
notice as it were, a single hair. I did notice that the boy didn't have
much of an ass in that he didn't have a lot of crack but he wasn't flat
like many thin boys. Arrick immediately flopped onto his belly then onto
his side facing me. I climbed in along side him and pulled the cover up
over us. That was no sooner accomplished than he was once again snuggled up
against me.

"Much better," he said, "I'm already warmer." That being said he began
kissing me again; a series of little kisses that segued into another open
mouth tongue battling affair. Arrick's free hand was underneath mine and
running up and down my rib cage then onto my butt. It didn't stay there
long but slid forward and down to my front where he grasped onto my
cock. He squeezed it tightly then began to slowly stroke me as we kissed;
his breathing beginning to quicken. I wanted much the same thing, to work
on his cock but Arrick had other plans, at least for the moment. He broke
the kiss, pecked my lips again then said,

"Time to give." With that he slid down the bed, gently pushing me onto my
back. His hand had left my cock and was busy fondling my balls, cupping and
squeezing the smooth sac, pulling it up toward my cock then gently letting
it all back down to hang between my thighs. He continued to slide until his
face was along side my waist at which point Arrick rose up on an elbow so
that he leaning over me and not blocking my view which I was grateful
for. I like to watch. He stroked me a few times then readjusted the
direction of my cock and placed his mouth over it. Warmth shot out into my
body from the contact and dopamine shot through my brain cells. I really do
love seeing a boy's lips wrapped around my cock. Arrick did a fairly
credible job, taking most of me into his mouth and throat before backing
off and using his tongue when he had room to maneuver it.

"You're so much bigger than Keone is," he told me, "then put his mouth back
over me and went back to sucking me off. I put my hand on his upper back
and rubbed it gently, assuming that keone was his previous boyfriend.

"Why don't you turn around Arrick, bring me your cock." As soon as he let
go of me I slid a little further down the bed to give him room for his
legs. A moment later his waist was closing in on my face. He surprised me
by rising up on one knee and placing the opposite foot on the bed which of
course put him above me. I reached up and cupped his balls, reveling again
in the softness of his skin. I heard him moan softly and then his mouth was
over my cock again. Arrick's hung in the air above my face, about half of
his cock head poking out from under its fleshy hat. I tugged on his balls,
pulling them backwards which in turn brought his cock downward enough for
me to raise my head and lick at the tip.

My tongue came away from him, sticky from the boys' leaking precum. I
managed to work a finger back up over the base, hooking it then pulling it
down to my hungry mouth. I took his rigid flesh inside and began to suckle
him greedily. I really loved sucking a boys' cock. I loved his smells, the
paradox of hard yet soft flesh and I loved the fact that I was bringing a
boy the kind of pleasures that he was generally still a novice to. I let go
of Arrick's heavy nuts and wrapped my hand around his steel hard cock and
began to stroke him off as I suckled him. I was slightly amazed at the
amount of precum the boy made, the degree of liquid seeming to flow like a
steadily leaking faucet.

At my other end the adorable boy was sucking and licking and groping, his
hand and mouth as busy as any boys' could be. I could tell that his heat
level was rising, taking him into a fog of hotness. His sucking was
accompanied by low moans and seemed to take on a more hurried motion as if
he couldn't get enough of me.  And then he stopped and rolled off of me.

"I really need to cum bad Skip," he said panting. Arrick's eyes were almost
closed from the feelings of lust that were ripping through his body. As for
emphasis he grasped onto his cock and gave it a couple of rough jerks. "Can
we make out while you jack me off," he asked. I saw no fault with that
suggestion and the boy turned around to the position that we began
from. Before he could roll into me I rolled to Arrick, forced him onto his
back so I could have my way with him.

"Oh my," he exclaimed since I'd taken him by surprise but I knew that he
appreciated the slight bit of aggressiveness for who of us doesn't, at
least once in a while. I leaned down for just a moment and sucked his cock
again, exploring the wet head with my tongue before moving back upward,
stopping to suck on a nipple and earning a gasp and shiver. I didn't stay
at his breast for long. It was evident that Arrick was getting hotter than
a fresh fucked fox in a forest fire and needed a release, needed to unload
his heavy balls from their pent up young sperm. I had grasped onto his
rigid flesh when I started suckling him and kept stroking it when I moved
my head above his and lowered it.

I gave Arrick a few perfunctory kisses before really applying pressure and
tongue. Arrick threw his arms around my neck and all but clung to me as we
engaged in a wipe open tongue battling kiss. I continued to jack the boy
off, sliding his foreskin back and forth over his swollen and sensitive
cock head. After a moment I switched the fleshy tip out for my hand. Arrick
made enough precum to create a very slippery surface around the head so I
used my palm and fingers instead, twisting my grip as if taking off a
bottle cap. The boy gasped loudly, pulled his lips from mine in order to do
so.

"Oh God Skip, oh fuck," he groaned out. When he broke the kiss I went for
his neck, aiming for the soft crook at the base of it. Arrick's reaction
was to moan even louder, to inhale sharply and but a death grip on my
head. Few boys or men I'd been with weren't sensitive in that area and
Arrick seemed to be even more so. I continued pummeling his cock, gripping
it tightly and it wasn't very long before he told me he was cumming. I
rolled back out of the way in order to watch the show. It had been awhile
since I'd been with a boy and I loved watching a boy shoot out cum. My hand
had slowed down and as I looked down, I noticed how red Arrick's cock head
was. I was sure the thing would have glowed in the dark.

"OH shit fuck," he groaned out at the same time I felt his shaft thicken in
my grip. A huge glob of sperm oozed out and created a puddle on his belly
but that one seemed more like a plug or something because the rest of his
ejaculation was nothing short of spectacular. The second pulse shot a long
streak of sperm clear up to, and hit, his chin leaving a thick gash of
white all the way down to his nipple and then got thinner and trailed off
half way down his belly. The next 3 jets were almost identical. At the same
time the tail end of the stream only flowed out of his piss slit like so
much cream being poured. It ran quickly down over my thumb and onto his
flat lower belly. 3 more streams followed and while they didn't quite reach
his neck they pretty well splattered his torso in gooey while sperm. I was
fucking floored. I'd never made that much cum in my entire life, even as
teenager. Even as his dick slowed down, globs of cum kept popping out and
dropping into the growing puddle on his heaving belly.

I continued to milk Arrick's thick cock, staying off the head, until
nothing was left. I moved my hand from the shaft and put it between his
smooth thighs, cupping and hefting his balls.

"That's a shit load of sperm Arrick," I said softly. The boy was lying
there with his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling rapidly as if he'd
run a marathon. He nodded his head in response but didn't say anything. I
just gazed at his face, so cute and peaceful then cast a glance at the mess
that ran from his neck to belly button. I'd have bet that if I could have
corralled it all there would have been a half cup of liquid or close to
it. I wondered briefly what it would be like to try and swallow that boy's
load and could easily envision it leaking out of my mouth. A better vision
would have been seeing it leak out of another boys' mouth; say, a cute
young 12 or 13 year old boy, new to sperm swallowing.  Now that would have
been hot. I finally opened his eyes.

"Wow that was fucking intense," Arrick said. Indeed it had been. "Are you
gonna cum Skip?" I asked him if he wanted me to already knowing the
answer. When he said yes, he asked if I wanted him to do it for me, to Jack
me off. I said that I did but it might take more time and either of us
wanted to spend.

"Will kneel over my lap and cum on me then?" Well now, I thought to
myself. That ought to speed things up some. I moved to straddle him as
requested, scooped up a bunch of his cooling sperm and began the process,
focusing on my swollen cock head. Arrick helped out by playing with my
balls, cupping and tugging them as opposed to letting them swing in the air
like apples in a wind storm.

"Your balls are so big and so soft Skip. I want to put my lips on them," he
said. The image of that in my brain helped things along as well and for a
brief moment I wondered if this cute young thing was going to be open to
something other than a rainy day encounter. I reached down and scooped up
some more boy honey. I was back far enough to be able to gaze down on
Arrick's cock, still almost fully hard, lying on his belly. In that view I
could also barely see the beginning of his sac where it fell away from the
base of wonderful cock. I loved balls. I loved how they looked, how they
fell from a boys' body, how they rested against his crotch. I loved
looking, holding, fondling, licking and sucking on them. And Arrick owned a
nice set. It's funny what a guy sees as hotness cues.

The boys' eyes gazed over my body as I loved myself above him. He commented
that I had a nice body and that he was going to look forward to exploring
it some more and that confirmation helped get me to sperming level. There
was a lot I wanted to do with the kid, not the least was to fuck him, both
ways; as pitcher and as a catcher. Thinking about having him on his back
underneath me with his legs back by his head and my rock hard cock shoved
in up to the hilt was the final straw.

"Here you go Arrick," I panted and the sperming began. It had been over a
week since I'd cum. I don't have any particular reason for that, it just
happened, or didn't as the case may be. I'm probably an average shooter on
any given day but when I go for a few days, or in this case a week, I tend
to go off like a roman candle, or sort of.

I slowed my stroke, stayed off the head, and arched my back a little,
pushing my pelvis forward. Both Arrick and I watched the first he shot out
and landed in the middle of the cooling puddle of sperm around his
nipples. An accepting grin split his face, and stayed there while the next
2 squirts flew out and landed just south of the first one. The rest of
them, 7 in all, were much shorter and contributed to the small pond in the
shallow hole of his belly button, causing it to overflow and begin to run
down both sides and the middle.  As much as I wanted to stay there and
revel in the afterglow and the sight of that cute boy covered in our sperm,
I didn't want to have to change the sheets before a second round, assuming
there would be one.

I got off the bed and grabbed a cum cloth from my night stand and caught
the stuff before it got to the bed. Arrick had used his finger to try and
stop it, managed to get some, but overall there was just too much. Once it
was generally cleaned up I asked him if he wanted to take a shower.

"Are you gonna go in with me Skip?"

"If you'd like," I responded.

"I'd like." His face split into another large grin, revealing perfectly
straight and crystal white teeth. "I'd like that a lot."

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If you like stories with an Asian theme try these by Tag_m. they can be
found by doing a story search on the Nifty home page. Asian and Pacific
Islander boys were a main theme of mine for awhile so there may be more of
my stories but these are a start.

Cherry Coke-adult youth
One Little Indian Boy-parts of some chapters-Adult youth
A Boy's First Time- adult youth
Instructing My Son-chapters 5,6,7,9 – adult youth
The Player-chapters 1,4,5,6-adult youth
The Player-Shaen-adult youth
Ton & Jax-beatiality
The Piss Guy-various chapters