Date: Fri, 3 Sep 2004 20:53:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: Randy Boy

There is a very small part of this story that is true, all of the rest of
it is pure fiction. I leave it to you to decide what you would like to be
true or not true. The usual platitudes about underage age, legalities and
all the other shit apply.


I'd first met him in a tiny shop in a Kailua strip mall that specialized in
Hot Dogs. In retrospect I found that ironic, considering the boy's
endowment.  In any case, I love hot dogs which I suppose is probably
something Freudian, and there aren't that many places that serve em up. He
was about five foot eight, a slender but not skinny hundred and sixty
pounds, with thick dark blonde-or medium tan- hair, the top spiked up with
the help of a liberal amount of gel. He had matching eyebrows, his eyes, a
sort of glacial blue, were a contrast to his more pale skin tone. His
cheeks had a slight rosy coloring to them and I noticed a few light
freckles around the nose on his otherwise totally smooth and blemish free
face. I guessed him to be about fifteen or sixteen. And yup, he was fucking
cute all right.

"May I help you," he asked, his engaging smile revealing white teeth that
were almost perfect behind rosy lips that were perfect. He was wearing a
t-shirt with the shop logo on it, and a pair of grey beach shorts and he
stood tall enough behind the counter so that I could easily see the
adolescent bulge at the front of them.  The only other person in the place
was the middle aged guy at the grill and since I love bantering with
people, especially teenage boys, I decided to use the double entendre. I
looked up at the reader board and, noticing they had a half pound of polish
sausage, looked straight into the boy's mesmerizing eyes. I then looked a
little lower and asked,

"How big is your sausage?" The boy didn't bat either of his long full
eyelashes.

"Oh, about like this," he said, holding his hands about six to seven inches
apart with the index fingers pointed outward. Since his hands had been
resting on the counter his demonstration was directly in front of the bulge
of his crotch. I raised an eye brow.

"That big?" I said.

"Oh yeah. At least. I'm sure you'd be quite pleased."

"Well then, I would love to try your sausage," I said with a straight face.

"I would love to have you try it. What would you like on it?" I was very
tempted say "my lips" but I felt I had to show some restraint after all. I
told him what I wanted then sat at one of three small tables by a window. I
was thinking about the boys' voice. It seemed somewhat deep, always an
indication to me of healthy balls, and had a slight inflection like many
gay boys I knew. It wasn't really noticeable, at least to the average
person it wouldn't have been but I picked up on it and, given the way our
conversation had gone, it sort of helped confirm my assessment that he
might be a player. Of course it was possible that people bantered with him
like that a lot. I knew many waitresses who could fire the stuff back at
you just as fast and suggestive as you could put it on them but it didn't
mean they were players. It did however often improve their tips.

A few minutes later the boy brought my dog and set the tray between my
hands on the table in front of me.  My face was eye level with his groin,
my hand on the table edge almost touching him, and I couldn't help but
notice that the bulge seemed to be a little longer, a little more
defined. I felt my own cock stir at the sight.

"What else can I do for you?" he asked and I thought that his voice had a
more sultry sound to it. I slowly looked up into his eyes.

"I can think of a few things but this will do for now." He smiled,
revealing his sparkling teeth once more and said,

"Well you let me know what you want and I'll do my best to give it to you."
He turned and walked away, his slender ass swaying slightly as he
walked. As long as no one was looking I reached down and readjusted my half
hard dick. This kid had moved beyond friendly bantering, of that I was
almost positive. At twenty nine, I'd bedded many teenage boys so I knew the
signs and this kid was waving big red flags all over the frickin place.

I finished my meal and took the tray to the counter, where the boy was
standing, the grill man no where in sight. The boy asked if I liked his
sausage and I responded with,

"So far. Looks like I'll have to keep coming, to try more of your wares."

"I'd love to have you come, to try more of my sausage," he replied with an
equally straight face. He extended his hand, "I'm Randy."

"No fucking shit" I thought to myself as I shook his hand. "C J" I told
him. I started toward the door and he asked if that was my bike parked out
front. I ride a custom built big bike, 108 cubic inches of chrome and
Indigo blue with silver graphics.

"Yup."

"Wow, cool. Maybe you could give me a ride sometime."

"Sure, what time do you get off tonight?" I asked him.  He smiled, started
to say something then shook his head and said that he would be off work at
nine but that his parents were picking him.

"Maybe one night next week," he suggested. I said that I would look forward
to it but meanwhile I'd be back for more of his sausage."

"I'm counting on it," he replied.

I ended up going back to the place every day for the rest of the week. The
boy wasn't there every time but when he was he greeted me with a very big
smile, calling me by name and shaking my hand. The bantering continued
around his "sausage" and how good it looked and tasted, as well as other
suggestive comments. He asked me why I liked sausage so much and I said
that I had always preferred beef to fish, that beef was so much more
exciting, that you could do so much more with it, that I liked how it felt
in my mouth.  He nodded knowingly, his ice blue eyes twinkling and the
almost ever present smile adorning his boyish face.

I skipped the weekend, having other things to do but was back on Monday,
choosing to go in about seven and make it dinner instead of lunch. I'd
discovered that was generally when Randy was there and frequently no one
else. We went through our usual routine and when I was seated he asked what
I was doing later, which was nothing.

"I was thinking that maybe I could have you give me a lift home," he said,
adding quickly, "if it's not too much trouble I mean." I told him I'd be
glad to and he visibly relaxed his shoulder, smiled, then went back to
doing whatever he was doing while I ate my meal, which that night was a
Philly steak sandwich and fries. I took my time, finishing about fifteen
minutes later, Randy at my table side as I swallowed my last bite.

"So, I get off in about fifteen minutes. Wanna go do something and come?"
he asked. I said that would be fine and did exactly that, returning as the
boy was locking the front door of the little restaurant. He turned and
headed toward me, the signature smile practically lighting his way.

"Have you ever ridden?" I asked him and when he shook his head side ways I
explained what I needed him to do; knees in tight to my hips, hands on my
waist and ready to grab if he had to, no wiggling. "You can talk in my ear
and give me directions that way, okay?" he nodded his head and I pulled the
rear pegs down for him and he climbed on. Randy put his hands around my
waist right away, using enough pressure to let me know he was more than
comfortable doing what most guys wouldn't dream of for fear of being
labeled a fag or a wuss. He gave me the first of my directions and we
rumbled out of town toward Enchanted Lakes, Randy laughing at the freedom
that being on a bike affords.

We got to Kam highway and he had me take a right which would head us in a
huge circle back toward Kailua and I wondered if the boy was gaming me. I
gunned the bike, Randy holding me tightly, taking it through the gears and
no sooner had hit sixth when he told me I'd be turning left very
soon. Although I'd never been up that road I knew where he meant and
immediately backed off on the throttle and made the turn.

It was a narrow and curvy blacktopped country road that traveled through a
jungle type environment at the foot of the Ko'olau mountains. There were
homes back there but they were all nestled on three to five acre plots and
they were huge, easily in the mid seven figure range and most hidden behind
dense foliage, high walls and elaborately designed electronic gates. There
were only a few side streets, most of the property entry's leading directly
off of the road. It was down the second side streets that the boy had me
turn and I cruised slowly past massive homes while wondering just what I'd
gotten myself into. At the end of the cul d sac was a gated driveway, said
gate starting to slide open as we approached and I guessed that Randy had
operated a remote. We scooted through the opening and continued on the
densely forested blacktopped drive for about a hundred yards until I turned
a corner and abruptly came face to face with a multi layered white stucco,
red tile roofed home. The word home didn't do it justice. Mansion did.
 
I pulled the bike under a portico where the boy got off. "Come on in." So,
I shut the bike off and followed the boy up four wide steps to a set of
oversized teak doors where he punched a code into a recessed keypad.  When
the light went green he opened the door and went in.

I followed him into a foyer the size of a one-bedroom house, a huge crystal
chandelier hanging from the ceiling of the second story providing plenty of
light. The floors were a white marble with deep blue tiles inset into an
intricate design and in the very center sat a waist high seemingly antique
table containing a massive floral arrangement which I didn't need to touch
to know they were real. Staircases against the left and right walls curved
up to the second story, the arched hallway beneath them leading the way
toward the back of the house, where the light of Kailua were visible
through what appeared to be a wall of glass. Large, highly varnished arched
double doors were inset into the walls between the staircases and the
entryway leading to where, I had no idea.

"Nice place Randy." Was about all I could say.

"Thanks CJ. Needless to say my family is pretty well off. My dad made a
killing in southern California real estate and then the dot com boom. We
have a house in Beverly hills, a small villa in Italy and a condo in New
York, which is where my parents are right now." There wasn't even so much
as a hint of brag in his statement, just fact. "Come on, I'll show you the
house."

The door to the left of the entry house a combination den and library, two
of the four walls containing floor to ceiling build in book shelves loaded
with books, a third wall was filled with framed pictures of the same man
posed with numerous recognizable celebrities in various environments as
well as two U.S. presidents.  Most were autographed. The room also had a
private bath. The room opposite the entry contained a formal dinning room
with seating for what looked like 18 people, one wall done completely in
glass fronted cabinets holding, I assumed, the formal dinnerware. We didn't
stay in either room but just peeked in.

I then followed the boy down the main hallway into a huge assed living
room. I rapidly counted three twelve-foot sofas and a couple smaller ones,
a dozen arm chairs-all in white leather-along with coffee tables and end
tables and what looked like a concert Steinway. The furniture was set up so
into a couple of configurations that would have allowed two or three small
groups of people to carry on conversations that didn't drift over into
other conversations. The point is that even with all of that stuff the room
didn't appear to crowded in the least and in fact could have easily held
twice the amount of furniture that it did. The entire front of the house
was glass and when Randy went to a wall and pushed a button the entire
works slowly slid open like curtains and went into recessed nooks at each
end of the room.

"The windows are usually open whenever someone is in the house," the boy
explained as we stepped out onto a partially covered lanai that stretched
an easy fifteen feet beyond the width of the room. To the right was an
enormous swimming pool fed by a lava rock formation and waterfall perched
in one corner. Needless to say there was a hot tub and Jacuzzi to go along
with it. On that end of the lanai was the barbecue and outdoor eating area
which was right outside of a huge chef's kitchen and informal eating area
for at least eight.

To the other side was a fenced tennis court and basketball court where more
than one professional ball player was known to shoot hoops or play a little
two-man or one on one ball while staying at the house. That side of house
also contained a full exercise room and weight room. A huge expanse of
green lawn with hedges gardens and huge Banyan's and palm trees extended
beyond the house and environs. And the view beyond that was pretty nice as
well, although the ocean was pretty far away.

From the pool side of the house, we went up an exterior curved staircase
to a second story balcony and entered through a set of French doors to a
large sitting room. From there we entered a wide hallway dotted with more
highly polished doors. These led to some of the five bedrooms, which
included both his and his parents, a small music room that contained piano
and some stringed instruments, second story laundry room and bathroom, and
a room where his mother painted, this one filled with canvases in various
stages of completion. I commented on the photography on the walls and Randy
said there was a small dark room attached to it where his mother developed
her own film or images from her digital camera. Although I didn't know of
her work, apparently his mother was a non unknown artist. I had noticed the
art and photography through out the house but hadn't looked at the titles
so wondered how much of it was Randy's mother's since what I saw in both
the house and the room looked pretty good to me.

"And this is my room," he said as we went into the last room, soft subdued
light coming on as we walked through the door. A king sized bed with a
dragon emblazoned on the comforter dominated but did not diminish the huge
room which overlooked the back part of the house. An elaborate piece of
teak furniture along one wall held a computer, stereo system and big screen
television along with about two dozen books.  What appeared to be an
expensive telescope sat next to double French doors that led to a private
balcony and one corner of the room had a couple of chairs, loveseat and low
table, a sitting room type of arrangement.  The one other door in the room
led to a walk through closet, both walls recessed with ten feet of hanger
area and built in drawers, and into an oversized bathroom. A large Jacuzzi
style sunken tub dominated one corner and overlooked the back yard while
the sink and toilet were perched on the mirror covered wall opposite it.
The shower was at the far end of the room and was actually located behind a
gently curved tile wall so no door was needed. The entire floor was done in
azure colored tiles, cream colored tiles inserted into a gentle design and
breaking up the monotony.

"So, I need to take a shower CJ if that's okay."

"Of course it is. Should I wait downstairs?"

"No, no need, you can just wait in my room." I nodded my head. I wandered
back toward his room and heard the shower start almost immediately and
glanced over my shoulder just in time to see a slender white butt disappear
around the shower wall. Apparently the boy wasn't bashful. I wandered over
to look at some of the titles of his books and was a little surprised to
see a recent copy of XY magazine laying there next to the books. Next thing
I knew the boy would come out of the bathroom naked and sporting a woody.

I tried one of the French doors, found it unlocked and walked out onto the
balcony to enjoy the view, which was very nice indeed. Dusk had settled in
and a dozen or so small, strategically placed yard lights had come on
adding to a sense of fantasy that I was feeling. I've been around but this
was way beyond anything I'd experienced in my life.  I was milling that
over when I heard a rustling behind me then Randy's voice.

"Kinda pretty out here isn't it?" I turned and saw the boy approaching and
although he wasn't naked, the deep maroon terry cloth wrap around that
hugged his slim waist made him not all that far from being naked and as for
the woody, well, it wasn't readily apparent. I quickly scanned his body,
noticing that the pale smooth skin prevailed, the small brown areolas and
nipples being about the only color. He was flat bellied all the way to
where his flesh disappeared inside the after shower garment with no visible
"love trail" dropping from his belly button to his pubic hair. The legs
that protruded from beneath the cloth were also slender, a light coating of
brown hairs visible in the fading light.

"Yes it is," I replied, turning back to look out over the back yard and
lights of town, "and quiet. It must be a nice and peaceful place to live."

"Mmmm," was the only response I got from him.

"Remember the question you asked me that first time when you came into the
shop?" he asked in a somewhat quiet voice. I had to think for a moment then
nodded my head.

"Yeah, I do," I said as I started to turn back to face him. I suspected
where that was going to lead, I just didn't figure it would happen in a
quantum leap.

"Was I lyin?" he asked as he pulled at the edge of the terry cloth, the
Velcro strip giving off a familiar screech as the two pieces parted company
and the cloth fell away from his body and dangled to the balcony floor from
his right hand. No, the boy hadn't lied, but he had underestimated. Hanging
gently between his smooth pale thighs was a good seven and a half to eight
inches of thick boy meat, its' flaccidity, weight and gravity combining to
caused the fat circumcised head to point to the ground. His balls appeared
fairly large as well, hanging one slightly below the other in a smooth
bag. At the base of his magnificent cock was thick nest of dark brown pubic
hair that was beginning to encroach into the creases of his hip and pelvic
bone.

Randy didn't move one iota and as I scanned his young body over, his cock
started it's rise to glory and in moments the head was pointing directly at
me.

"No," I said softly, "you weren't lying at all. You have a glorious body
Randy," I told him. I stepped up to him, my eyes staying in touch with his
as I reached down and grasped firmly onto his thickening shaft causing the
boy to inhale sharply. His eyes looked over my face as though trying to
memorize it as I felt up and down the length of him, now fully a hard eight
and half inches at least. I slipped beneath the hardened shaft and cupped
his balls and hefted them, eliciting another gasp followed by a sigh.

I heard the rustle of his wrap as it hit the floor then felt his fingers at
my belt, undoing it. As soon as he got it unbuckled I unbuttoned my jeans
then put that hand on his hip and allowed him to discover what was waiting
for him. He quickly got me unzipped and opened up then thrust his hand
inside and took hold of my cock which was fully hard inside my boxers. I
stopped what I was doing to Randy and pushed my jeans and underwear to the
floor, kicking off my shoes in the process. As I peeled my shirt off Randy
got to his knees in front of me, pulled my seven plus inches of dick down
and took the head into his mouth. That he wasn't very experienced was
readily apparent by the fact he tried to take in too much of me right off
the bat, causing him to back off as he choked. I pulled him to his feet and
patted his back.

"How about if we use your bed and be comfortable," I suggested and he
nodded his head while wiping the tears from his eyes and I followed back
into the room. We laid down facing each other, hands immediately going for
each other's cock.  "You don't have much experience at this do you Randy?"
I asked him and he shook his head side to side.

"Only once with an Italian boy last month. He helps keep up the grounds at
our villa in Naples and well, we messed around a little the day before my
family came home. I been wanting to be with someone for awhile but have
been sorta scared to try anything. Then you came along and well, here we
are." He gave my cock a little extra squeeze as he said that. I stroked on
his sausage, felt the precum leaking out and cupped my hand over the fat
head of his dick, collecting his juices, then twisted my tightened fist
around the mushroom shaped flesh. The boy about died. His eyes flew open,
he let go of my cock completely in order to grip the bed sheets.

"Fuck oh dear," he moaned. I stopped the twisting and went back to
stroking.

"So, do you have any fantasy things you'd like to try or should I just have
my way with you?" I figured that for then and there, a good blow job was
probably at the top of the boy's wish list, just like every other gay
boy. Hell, just like any straight boy for that matter. Randy didn't
disappoint me, nodding his head in the affirmative. I slid my body down to
where I had access to his teenage pride and joy, admiring the size and
beauty of his cock and low hanging balls. I licked all over the head before
taking it into my mouth and bobbing up and down on it, adding a few inches
of his thick shaft about every fifth down suck. I fondled his balls while I
suckled him and of course in a minute, maybe less, he was screaming that he
was gonna cum.

I pulled my head off of him and stroked him, discovering that I was just in
time. I felt his flesh thicken in my hand then erupt in a torrent of sperm,
the first two thick ropey jets landing high on his chest while the cute
young teen was busy thrusting his hips up off the bed while moaning and
groaning. His cock pulsed out five more squirts of gooey white teenage cum
before slowing to an oozing dribble. He relaxed back onto the bed, his
breathing rapid, his eyes closed, and his lips parted slightly. I continued
to slowly stroke him, encouraging small blobs of cum to continue to ooze
from his hose.

I finally let go and he opened his eyes. I reached over and scooped a wad
of his cum from his chest then rolled to my back and transferred the
natural lubricant to my cock head and proceeded to jack off, mostly just
twisting and stroking the sensitive head.

"Let me do that," he said, rolling to his side and almost pushing my hand
out of the way. He scooped up the rest of his sperm and went about doing
just what I'd been doing and I laid back to enjoy the ride. It only took a
couple of minutes. Normally it would have taken longer but, a cute new boy,
working just the head of my cock, well, what can I say. What I did say was,

"Off the head off the head Randy," and no sooner had he moved and began
jacking my shaft when the first squirt departed my insides to splatter
against the firm flesh of my outsides, just below my nipples. That one was
followed by half a dozen more but none of them caught as much air as the
first one. Things finally died down, Randy let go of my cock and let his
fingers trail around in the cooling goo that was splattered all over my
front.

"You make quite a bit of stuff CJ," he said. I reminded him that he managed
quite a bit of liquid himself.

"Speaking of which, I need to clean off." I was going to ask for a towel
but Randy suggested a shower or a swim if I preferred. We decided on the
pool, not too concerned about cum clogging the filter system, and after
grabbing a couple of towels wandered back down the stairway we'd used to
come up stairs. At the foot of the stairs he opened a panel and flipped on
enough lights to see by without being obtrusive. We dove in and frolicked
for a good ten minutes before getting involved in some horse play that
resulted in stiff dicks.  We paddled to the broad steps at the shallow end
of the pool and I made him lie back while I went to work on his cock,
sucking him while playing with his nuts again and at the same time,
allowing a finger to trace down his crack toward his asshole. The boy
automatically spread his legs wider as though to open his cheeks to allow
me entrance and when that wasn't enough he reached down along his side and
pulled a cheek open.  Since that's what he wanted, my hand left his balls
and all my fingers trailed back and forth up and down his crack, rubbing
across his tight puckered hole.

"Did you clean well when you were in the shower?" I asked him. He nodded
his head so I coaxed him to roll over onto his belly, which he did. I
peeled his cheeks apart and dove in with my tongue, licking and slurping
all around the almost hairless wrinkled muscle and trying to force my
tongue past it. I love rimming a boy, especially the first time and Randy
was no different in his responses.

"Oh fuck CJ, oh god," he moaned out, pushing his ass back farther and
opening himself up even more. I licked onto the underside of the fat nuts
hanging like so much peaches and caused even more moaning from him. I
stopped what I was doing and backed away while Randy turned around to face
me.

"That was so fucking intense CJ. God I can't believe it."

"There's a lot more if you're interested. Do you have any lubricant?" He
nodded his head.

"Yeah, in my room. Does this mean you're gonna like, fuck me or something?"
he asked. There was some trepidation in his voice and I could understand
that.  A boy's first time can be a scary event, particularly if he isn't
prepared or ready and Randy wasn't there just then. He would be eventually,
but not at that moment.

"No, not at all, although that would be an option, just not right now." I
held up a finger and wiggled it. "This is the best place to start on that
adventure," I said with a smile, an expression which he mimicked.

"Lets go then." He said, standing up and walking to our towels. I followed,
admiring his slender little ass as we headed up the stairs, drying
ourselves off as we went. In his room he went straight for his nightstand
and pulled a bottle of Vaseline Intensive care from the back of a drawer.

"Aaaahhhh" I thought to myself, "the veener schlider of choice amongst
adolescent boys."

"Will this do?" he asked, turning to show it to me.

"Admirably," I told him. "Go ahead and lay on your belly." He did as I
asked and I took a moment to admire the best view the world; a naked young
boy face down with one leg crooked upward, the dusky crack of his slim butt
opened very slightly and barely hiding the treasure within, his balls
resting in a puddle on the sheets with the wrinkled excess skin of his
scrotum stretching up to it's origin just below his tender young asshole.

I felt my cock twitch as I got on the bed between his legs and licked up
and down his gluteal cleavage onto the skin of his balls and down to the
eggs on the bed. After two or three trips up and down that almost virginal
trail the boy was moaning and starting to push his ass backwards in a
movment that told me he wanted more, that he wanted my tongue inside of
him. I obliged him.

I peeled him open like a shucked oyster, sucking at his tight little hole
as though it were meat to be taken into my mouth. My tongue snaked out and
began exploring the entire area, on the puckered surfaces as well as the
smooth ones. As I was thinking about grasping onto his hips and pulling him
higher off the bed, Randy must have sensed what I was thinking because he
performed that small exercise himself. Raised up, his fat nuts hung before
me and I paid homage to them, licking down the wrinkled folds of his bag
and pushing the hanging boy fruit around with my tongue.

"Oh God CJ that feels so fucking incredible," the boy moaned out as he
wiggled his ass like a little puppy dog. There was a cue. I grabbed the
Vaseline and pumped a small amount onto a middle finger then slipped said
finger into the boy's hole, feeling his tightness for the first time. I
slowly finger fucked him which produced even more intense feelings for him
and prompting him to push his butt back even further and to help me out by
reaching behind and pulling on one cheek. It's amazing how much we try to
help, to attempt to open ourselves up as much as our physiology will allow,
when someone's stimulating our asshole.

I pulled my finger out and told him to roll onto his back and once there I
knelt between his legs, pulled back tight by the boy himself. I hunkered
down, pulling his big fat cock upright then slipped my finger into his ass
and the fat head of his wonderful boyhood pride and joy into my mouth. I
found his little prostate right away and began massaging it as I suckled
his cock head and stroked the thick shaft. Being a horny virgin teenage boy
it took all of about twenty seconds.

"Fuck CJ I'm gonna fucking cum, oh fuck." And cum the boy did. His cock
thickened, his prostate hardened, and his heavy young balls gave up the
nectar of the Gods, fresh squeezed boy sperm. And a lot of it. I pumped his
cock, taking jet after jet of his warm salty cum, swallowing all of it
greedily as the boy whimpered through the throes of his sperming. It was
hot as all hell and I just about came as I worked him over, knowing that I
was taking the boy to places he'd only dreamed of. He finally relaxed and I
knew the show was over. I slowly slipped my finger from his ass and my
mouth from his cock and knelt upright.

I quickly pumped Vaseline onto my cock and grasped onto the shaft and began
stroking, mauling the sensitive head while I squeezed my balls. I came with
a vengeance, the first jet spurting out onto the boys' still heaving lower
belly, followed by six more jets of gooey white liquid that landed from
there down to his balls and on his cock. Randy watched through half lidded
eyes and immediately grabbed his cock, using my sperm as he tenderly
stroked it, his other hand rubbing my cum all over his abdomen and into his
nest of pubic fuzz.

I finally stopped and just breathed for a moment then looked down at the
cut young boy who was looking back at me with a slight, almost Mona Lisa,
type smile. I lowered myself slowly, placing my hands on the bed next to
him, then let my weight settle on his torso, our faces only inches apart
until I let my head go further until my lips grazed his. He opened his
mouth to receive me and we kissed, a soft gentle sort of kiss. I pulled
away then went right back, using a little more pressure, Randy giving back
just what he got.

I finally pulled away a few inches and, looking into his eyes, said, "That
was fantastic, you're fantastic."

"Does that mean you want to keep playing with me?" he asked with a smile,
his hands resting on my shoulders. I nodded my head and he went on. "Well,
we have all night and the housekeeper won't be here till at least eleven
tomorrow morning. I don't want to stop either, at least not right now. I've
waited so long and now I want to try every thing with you CJ."

I kissed him again then said,

"That's fine with me Randy but first, a shower is in order and I think
shower instead of pool. I'll show you some more fun things." He smiled back
and said,

"I can hardly wait."