From: awrt96@aol.com (Awrt96)
Subject: story without fish
Date: 18 Aug 1997 01:18:14 GMT

This story does not contain tuna or the smell of any other kind of fish,
unlike the majority of posts to this newsgroup.  .  If you have any
comments, e-mail me at AWRT96@AOL.COM


Sidewalk Surfers

	John Grant was so happy that his aunt had died and left him all
that money.  It wasn't that he was glad that she died.  On the contrary,
he liked the old lady.  He was glad that when she did die, she died
wealthy and left her entire estate to him.  It was with her money that he
was able to afford the flat he occupied in the City by the Bay.'  
	He had searched for months for the perfect place.  He must have
looked at a hundred different buildings, despairing that he would ever
find something that would grab his heart and draw him in.  Then, one day,
after almost giving up hope, he received an excited phone call from his
realtor.  "I think I've found it!" she enthused.  They set up an
appointment for the next day and when he drove up to the building, his
heart skipped a beat.  This might just be it!' he said to himself.
	The building, a large old three-story Victorian, was located in
one of the best areas of the City, Twin Peaks.  It was situated on a steep
hill and had sweeping vistas of the city from each of the floors.  The
building had been divided into three flats, two of which were rented out. 
The top floor, the owners' unit, was now vacant.  The minute John entered
the uppermost flat, he knew.  He sensed the potential.  This was where he
wanted to live.  He immediately instructed the realtor to make an offer on
the property.  Much to his delight, the offer was accepted.  Now the only
thing left was to refurbish the flats.  
	After the escrow closed and the tenants were giving their notices,
John started his renovations.  He hired an architect, a structural
engineer and a designer to help him.  He found a reliable contractor who
he was sure would be able to complete the job in a reasonable amount of
time for a reasonable amount of money.   Of course, as with any project
involving an older structure, there were many hidden flaws in the building
that had to be corrected and, of course, the final restoration went way,
way, way over budget.  It brought to mind his friend's axiom... "the
happiest days in the life of the owner of a Victorian house are the day he
buys it and the day he sells it!"
	Since the house was built over 90 years ago, much of it had to be
completely torn out and rebuilt.  This unhappy fact did have it's upside,
however.  John had always dreamed of living in a wide open studio-type
flat.  Now, he had a chance to live that dream.  The discussions with the
architect and the structural engineer confirmed his hunch that the top
floor could be converted into a giant 3000 square foot loft.  So, the
architect, the engineer and the designer put their heads together and
developed a magnificent plan.
	The first and second floor would remain traditional in
design...two bedrooms, two baths, a kitchen...the kind of  flats one
expected in an urban setting.  The penthouse, John's baby, would be one
gigantic room with only the massive bathroom walled off.  Floor to ceiling
cabinets of fine oak, containing both shelves and drawers, were built into
the walls that formed the bathroom.   A separate large walk in closet
adjoined the bath.   The kitchen would be separated from the rest of the
room by low slung cupboards and a breakfast counter that would serve as an
eating place for the unmarried Mr. Grant.  Large, dual-paned insulated
windows were designed into the building to take every advantage of the
spectacular views of the Bay and the City and to allow as much natural
light into the units as possible.  In addition, a balcony was added to
John's flat.  The balcony, which overlooked the street, served as an
overhang for the downstairs front entrance  
	The building was replumbed, rewired, and reinsulated.  New heating
and air conditioning systems were installed.  The original oak floors were
refinished and all the shingles on the outside of the building were
replaced.  New appliances and fixtures were installed in the kitchens and
bathrooms.  By the time the reconstruction was complete, the Victorian was
almost a brand new building, beautiful in its design and execution.  John
had no trouble leasing out the two flats...and for exorbitant rents.
	The lower flat was leased to two middle-aged gay men who had been
together for more than 15 years.  They ran their own business, an elegant
furniture store, which was very successful.  The middle flat was leased to
an ostensibly straight young attorney who practiced with one of the
larger, more influential law firms in the city...a young man on his way up
who also happened to come from a very wealthy Midwestern family.  John was
very satisfied with the quality of the tenants his building attracted.
	John furnished his penthouse in what could only be called
Contemporary Italian Country.  Fine woods, marble and granite were used
through out.  Since the penthouse was higher than anything else in the
area, he left the windows uncovered.  To the back of the gigantic room he
angled his large contemporary king-sized bed into the corner.  Behind it,
he placed several large verdant ficus trees.  Since he had built-in the
enormous cabinets, there was no need for dressers or chests-of-drawers to
clutter up the open, spacious room.  
	Comfortable low slung sofas and occasional chairs in soft pastel
colors delineated what would normally be called a living room.  A
beautiful burled wood dining room suite served the same purpose for the
dining area.  Beautiful oriental rugs were placed throughout.  The walls,
painted in a stark white, were decorated with lovely paintings.  The end
result was that the flat could have easily qualified for a photographic
layout in Architectural Digest Magazine.
	One of the things that John came to love about his showplace and
it's location was the street it was situated on.  With its steep slope, it
became a mecca for young guys on skateboards and bicycles who would swoop
down the hill, hit the level area and the soar off into the air before
landing with a resounding thud ten or fifteen feet down the hill.  John
loved to watch these talented young athletes tempt fate and injury in
pursuit of the thrill of flying off the hill and soaring into the air.  He
was amazed that so few of these young guys ever were injured.  It was a
testament to their skills as skateboarders and cyclists.
	One lazy mid-summer Saturday morning, John was ensconced on his
balcony, reading the paper and enjoying a late cup of coffee.  He heard
the familiar sound of skateboards plummeting down the hill.  He looked up
and saw two young teenagers, probably 15 or 16 years old, flying down the
hill.  Both were dressed in the fashions of the day...long oversized
shirts, baggy trousers, and high top sneakers.  John was captivated by
their skillful maneuvering.  He went inside and brought out his camera as
the boys trudged back up the hill in preparation for another
hell-bent-for- leather plunge down the steep street.  The boys noticed him
on the balcony and as they passed on their way down, seemed to pose for
him...the blond boy, arm stretched high into the air as he flew off the
ground, the black haired boy, arms akimbo as he pulled on a similar stunt.

	 John watch the boys, snapping photo after photo, for more than 45
minutes.  On their last trip up, the blond youngster called up to him.
	"Mister, could we possibly get a drink of water from you?" he
asked.
	"Sure," John replied.  "Just buzz three on the intercom and I'll
let you in.  Then come up to the third floor."

	The boys strolled to the entryway and pressed three on the entry
system.  When the buzzer sounded, they opened the door and trudged up
three flights of stairs.  They arrived at the penthouse somewhat winded. 
John greeted them at the door with two glasses of iced water.
With his camera still strapped around his neck, he invited the boys into
his home.  The boys quickly drained their glasses and introduced
themselves.
	"Thanks.  I'm Kevin," said the blond extending his hand in
greeting.  "And this is Gordie."
	"Nice to meet you boys.  I'm John.  Can I get you more water?"
John asked.
	"No, but, could I possible use your restroom.  I've really got to
go bad," Kevin said, grasping his crotch.
	"Me, too!" echoed Gordie.
	"Of course," John said.  "It's there at the back of the room. 
Help yourselves."
	The two boys made a bee line for the bathroom.  As they didn't
close the bathroom door, John could hear the distinct sound of two streams
of piss hitter the water.  Um,' he thought.  They're pretty comfortable
with each other.  Both pissing in the same bowl together.'
John then heard the toilet flush and water run in the sink as the boys
washed their hands.
When they emerged from the bathroom, they openly gawked at the
surroundings as the moved back into the living area.
	"Geez, this place is really cool!" Kevin said.  Then looking at
the camera hanging around John's neck said, "You a photographer?  We saw
you taking pictures of us."
	"No, just a hobby," John said as his eyes took in the boys.  "You
guys are really good on those boards."
	Even in their baggy clothes, John could see that the boys were
beautifully, lithely built young guys.   Both were about 5 foot- seven and
weighed about 150 lbs.  Kevin's eyes were a sparkling deep brown while
Gordie's were a bright cobalt blue, a most striking combination.  From
what he could see, neither boy had much hair on their arms or legs, just a
sprinkling.
	"You want us to pose for you?" Kevin said, with a mischievous look
on his face.  "Come on, Gordy," he said, grabbing Gordie and placing his
arm around his buddy's shoulder.  "It won't cost you too much."
	"It won't cost me anything at all, boys.  I've already paid you
for that pose...the water and the restroom, remember?" John laughed.
	"Oh, yeah," Kevin said.  "There's no way you'd pay us to pose
then?"
	"There might be," John said cautiously.
	"How's that?" Kevin asked.
	"Well, I might pay you if you guys posed naked for me." John said.
	"Oh, yeah?  How much?" Kevin once again querried.
	"Depends," John retorted.  "Depends on what you'll pose for."
	Kevin looked over at his buddy and said, "What do you think,
Gordie?"
	"I don't know, dude," Gordie replied.  "How much?" he said
directly to John.
	"Look, I'll give you each $100 if you'll pose like I tell you to,
OK?" John offered.
	"Cool, man!  You in Gordie?" Kevin said.  
	"Nah, I don't think so.  I don't wanna do anything queer," Gordie
said.  
	"It's OK, Gordie.  You don't have to do anything you don't wanna
do.  How about just posing?
	"Well, OK."  Gordie said hestitantly.  "No queer stuff though,
OK?"

	"You got it!" John assured him.
	"First, I'd like to get a couple of shots of you guys dressed just
like you are.  Why don't you move over to the sofa over there and just
stand there and hang your arms around each other's shoulders, OK?" John
directed.
	The boys did as they were told, leaning up against each other,
arms draped around each other's shoulders, big grins on their faces.  
	"Now, Gordie," John said.  "Take off your shirt and then I'll
shoot you as you pull Kevin's shirt off, OK?"
	Gordie stripped his shirt off over his head, dropping it on the
couch.  Standing by Kevin's left side, he then grabbed the blond boy's
shirt by the bottom and started to pull it up.  When he had it almost over
Kevin's head, John snapped the picture.  With their shirts off, John could
see that both boy's wore colorful patterned boxer shorts, the waist bands
of which were visible about two inches above the waist of the low-hanging
baggy pants.  John took another picture of the boys in that pose.  He then
instructed the boys to take off their sneakers and socks.  
	"Now, Kevin.  You get down on your knees and pull Gordie's baggies
down to his ankles.  No, wait a minute.  Better idea!  Pull your down
around you ankles then kneel in front of him.  When you get his shorts
just below his crotch, stop and I'll take the picture."
	Gordie stood frozen as Kevin started to lower his shorts.  John
snapped the shutter and the flash went off.  As John moved over to the
boys, he directed,  "Now, hold that pose you guys!"
	John walked to Kevin, reached down into the boy's boxers and
pulled his soft cock out through the fly.  "This will make a really sexy
picture."
	Kevin didn't say a word and neither did Gordie.  Kevin seem
totally at ease, Gordie ill-at ease as John snapped away from several
angles, including a close up of Kevin's cock.  John then moved behind
Gordie and instructed Kevin to pull down the boy's shorts and boxers,
exposing Gordie's beautiful, milk-white hairless ass.  As the clothes
dropped to the floor, Gordie stood there naked as the day he was born. 
Pretending to fiddle with the camera, John surreptitiously drank in the
sight of the gorgeous boyass.  
	"Now, Gordie, it's your turn to pull Kevin's boxers down.  Kevin,
stand up in front of him and Gordie, bend over at the waist and when I say
go, pull them down." John said.  "Alright, bend over."
	Gordie bent over, exposing the tight brown pucker that rested
between the boys legs.  Below the pucker, his droopy nuts hung down. 
Gordie had a sprinkling of silky looking black hair dusting his ass crack
and his nuts.  John quickly took a picture of the bending boy.
	"Go!" John said, to which Gordie responded by pulling Kevin's
boxers down, the boy's dick flipping up and down as the waist band of the
boxers traveled down over his cock.
	"Keep going, Gordie.  Take them all the way to the floor," John
directed.
	As Gordie bent further over to get Kevin's boxers down to his
ankles, his sweet, virginal brown pucker was fully exposed.  John took
another shot of that delectable orifice.  It was all he could do to keep
from falling to his own knees and burying his tongue up that cute little
rosebud.
Exhibiting super human control, John moved to the side of the boys and
gave them further instructions.
	"Now, Gordie, pull them back up again!  We'll do it one more time
and I get a few shots from this side."

	Gordie's face showed his discomfort at having Kevin's soft but
none-the-less naked cock and testicles staring him in the face.  But, he
pulled Kevin's boxers back up despite his obvious discomfort.
	"Now, Gordie," John said.  "Pull Kevin's cock back out through the
fly!"
	"No way, man," Gordie gasped.  "I told you.  None of that queer
stuff."
	"Hey, I'm not asking you to suck on it.  Just pull it back out!"
John said, feigning irritation. 
	"Un uh!  I ain't touchin' it!" Gordie said with vehemence.
	"Ok, Ok!" John responded.  "Kevin, you pull it out."  
	Kevin reached into his boxers and pulled his dick out through the
fly and left it hanging limply there.  John took the pictures as they
repeated the their actions of a few poses ago.
Finally, John instructed the boys to strip completely.    He had them pose
with their arms around each other's shoulder, the identical pose as the
first one he had taken that afternoon, but with one critical difference. 
Both boys were now completely naked.  
	John was grateful that the day was one of the hotter days in the
city.  He deliberately kept the air conditioning system turned off so that
it would remain warm in the penthouse.  That way, the boys' testicles
would remain drooping down rather than constricting up against their
groins.  John just loved the look of low-hanging, droopy nuts!
	John now had the boy's sit next to each on the sofa, legs splayed,
limp cocks and droopy nuts hanging down between their thighs.  Gordie's
pubic bush was thick and as black as the hair on this head.  Kevin's, on
the other hand, was a whispy matt of silken hair, just slightly darker
than the blond thatch on his head.  And, Kevin's nuts were completely
hairless...lovely little fig- shaped baubles hanging down between the
boy's golden thighs.   John then had both boys lean back and pull their
legs up and back, exposing their anuses.
	"Why do we have to do that?" Gordie asked, very perturbed.
	"Because, I want to get a shot of your assholes!" John said
sharply.  He was genuinely becoming irritated with Gordie's attitude.
	"You are really weird, man!" Gordie shot back.  "I don't want to
do this any more,' he said as he rose from the couch and moved towards his
pile of clothes. 
	"Hey, guy, I'm paying you a hundred bucks for you to pose like I
want you to, OK" John said.
	"You can keep your fucking money, man.  I'm leavin'!" he said as
he pulled his shorts and boxers on simultaneously.  "You comin', Kev?"
	"Yeah, sure, Gordie.  I'm comin'," Kevin said with a note of
disappointment in his voice.  "Hey, man, I'm sorry this didn't work out,"
Kevin continued, looking sheepishly at John.
	"That's OK, I understand." John retort.  He was secretly pleased
that he got the shots he did without having to pay the $200.  It wasn't
that he couldn't afford it.  It was more then thrill of getting something
valuable for nothing.
	Once the boys had dressed, they walked to the door.  John followed
them and bid them goodbye.  As soon as they were out the door, John went
to the balcony.  He saw the boys talking animatedly as they walked up the
hill.
	John was so excited about what had transpired the he immediately
pulled off his clothes and flopped onto his bed where he rapidly stroked
his hard cock to climax.  It had been a good day and a not so good day but
he was happy.


Sidewalk Surfers

	Chapter Two.

	Sunday morning arrived and John spent the unusually beautiful
morning reading the newspaper on the balcony.  As was par for the course,
teenaged boys were skating down the hill out in front of his building.  At
one point, glancing up from the paper, John thought he recognized Kevin
but couldn't be sure.  He refocused his attention on the Sunday paper.  
His concentration was interrupted again when he heard the entry buzzer. 
He walked over, switched on the intercom and said, "Yes?"
	"Hey, man.  It's Kevin.  Can I come up?"
	Excited at this turn of events, John said, "Sure, Kevin.  I'll
buzz you in."
	In a flash, Kevin appeared, alone, skateboard in hand.  He was
dressed in clothes similar to those he wore the day before.  John looked
him over and privately thought that the boy was just as cute as he
remembered.
	"Hey, guy, what's up?  Where's Gordie?" John asked.
	"Ah, he didn't come with me today," Kevin replied as he entered
the penthouse.
	"Oh, too bad.  Want something to drink?"
	"Yeah, you got a Coke?"
	John went to the kitchen and brought back a soda for the boy and
then went out of the patio for his coffee cup which he then replenished.  
As they silently drank their beverages, John once again looked the boy up
and down.  God, he's beautiful!' John thought.
	"So, Kev, what brings you here today?" John asked.
	"I was wondering if . . . ah . . . your offer still stood.  You
know, posing for you?" Kevin said with a slight blush."I'd kinda like to.'
	"Sure kid!" John replied, happy that the boy had returned. 
"Actually, I still owe you $100 from yesterday.  Well, let me get the
camera and some film.  I also have some lights I want to set up.  I'll do
that while you get undressed."
	John busied himself setting up lighting and loading the camera
while Kevin began a slow strip.  Kevin kicked off his high tops and his
socks and then pulled his bulky shirt over his head and off his slender,
lithe body.  John, although ostensibly busy with the lights and the
camera, didn't miss a thing.  Watching the boy strip made his cock swell
with desire.  Kevin continued with his seductive strip, pulling down his
baggy shorts and his boxers.  When completely naked, he reached down, gave
his flaccid cock and low-hanging nuts a pull and sat down on the sofa
where he had bared his sweet pucker the day before.
	"Beautiful," John murmured under his breath.  "Just beautiful."
	"What'd you say, man?" Kevin queried as he leaned back, drew his
splayed legs up on the edge of the couch and continued to fiddle with his
genitals.
	"I said You're beautiful,' Kevin."  The boy blushed.
	While John focused the camera, he got an opportunity to once more
check out the kid's equipment.  Kevin's circumcised cock was about 4
inches long soft.  It drooped down casually over his two gorgeous nuts . .
. hairless and low hanging, one testicle seemingly larger than the other
that rested themselves on the sofa. This beautiful boymeat was situated
between two beautiful, muscled thighs.  Positioned as he was, John was
able to see everything except the boy's wrinkled rosebud anus.
	John adjusted the lighting to his liking and then instructed Kevin
to stretch his legs out on the sofa.  As Kevin lounged on the sofa, John
reached over, grasped his prick and placed it over onto Kevin's thigh.  He
took a couple of pictures, then instructed Kevin to get up on his hands
and knees with his back to the camera and spread his legs a bit.  John was
thrilled at the picture . . . nuts hanging down between the boy's thighs,
cock head just barely visible, hanging in front of  the testicles, ass
crack spread naturally, showing a hint of the pink pucker located in the
cleft of the gorgeous milk-white cheeks.
	"Want me to spread em like yesterday?" Kevin asked smiling back
over his shoulder.  John quickly snapped off a couple of photos before
responding.
	"In a sec, Kev.  Now, just lie down on your stomach and spread
your legs a bit."
	As Kevin lay down, John reached under the boy's body and drew his
genitalia back so that he could see both the boy's nuts and his cock
resting on the sofa.  John was stunned at how pliant the boy was and at
how soft and pliable his nuts and cock felt as he handled them.  By now,
John's fully erect cock was straining against the confinement of his
underwear.
	"Ooh, that feels cool," Kevin said, again smiling sexily over his
shoulder.
	"Hold that pose, babe." John ordered as he snapped shot after shot
of the boy . . . closeups, midrange shots and distance shots.  
	When John had taken the shot he wanted on the sofa, he asked Kevin
to move to the bed.  When Kevin rose up to move, John noticed that the
boy's dick seem a little longer and thicker than it had been a moment ago.
 Thrilled, John had him lie down on the bed as though asleep . . . on his
stomach, one leg cocked upwards, exposing his boymeat.  Again, even though
it wasn't really required, John reached his hand down between Kevin's legs
and arranged his dick and balls.  He gave the boy's genitals a slight
squeeze.  This time John thought he felt a slight shudder rack the boy's
body.  John took several shots of this particularly sexy pose.
	"Now, Kev.  Think you can get that beautiful cock of yours hard? 
I'd really like some shots of you with a hardon, some of you jacking it,
some cum shots, too!" John said.
	"Sure, man, but I may need some help,"  Kevin leered lewdly as he
rolled over onto his back and started playing with his dick. 
	John didn't need a second invitation.  He moved over to the bed,
leaned down and took Kevin's cock into his mouth.  Kevin moaned in
pleasure as the hot mouth and tongue worked his dick over.  Soon, the boy
was fully erect.  Without saying a word, John backed off and began taking
pictures of the boy as Kevin stroked his now hard cock.  John moved in for
a close up just as a dollop of precum appeared at the slit of the boy's
cock.  He got another as the clear liquid slowly seeped down over the edge
of the hard dick and dripped down on Kevin's hand.  
	"Oh, fuck this is hot!" John said, as the camera's shutter clicked
repeated.  "Now, turnover Kevin!" John growled.
	Kevin turned over onto his stomach and forced his hard cock back
between his legs.  John had him push the beautiful boymeat up as far as
possible, making it look like the boy was trying to fuck his own ass. 
Snap, snap, snap went the camera.  Beat, beat, beat went John's heart.
	Acting on an impulse, John wet his forefinger and slipped it into
the tight little cavity, twisting it back and forth in the boy's anus. 
Kevin moaned and his legs stiffened, trapping John's digit in his hot
little asshole.
	Finally, unable to control himself any longer, John dropped the
camera on the bed and dove for the boy's ass.  He pried Kevin's cheeks
apart and jammed his face up against the boy's curvaceous ass.  He tongue
flicked out and over Kevin's anus, sending thrill after thrill through the
boy's body.  Kevin reached his hands around, grabbed his buttocks and
further pried his cleft apart, giving John even greater access to this
puckered treasure.
	Filled with lust, John rose up from the bed and began to undress. 
Soon he was a naked as the boy.  Kevin had rolled over onto his back so
that he could see John strip.  He was impressed at the size of John's
throbbing hard on.  It looked about 8 inches long and slender and sat in a
fluffy pile of brown pubic hair.  John's hairy nuts had already drawn up
against his groin, so excited was he at the sight and smells of this
beautiful boy.
	He immediately positioned himself between Kevin's legs and sucked
the boy's cock into his mouth.  In a frenzy of lust he plunged his mouth
up and down on Kevin's hard cock, licking sucking, and squeezing the tasty
lollipop, forcing precum up the shaft on onto his hungry tongue.
            He stopped only long enough to suck his own fingers into his
mouth to moisten them.   Those he positioned at Kevin's anus and entered
the boy all the way to the knuckle while simultaneously sucking the hard
cock back into his mouth.  Kevin's whole body stiffened in a mixture of
pleasure and pain as the finger entered his asshole and the hot mouth
again enveloped his throbbing meat.  A throaty, "Ah, fuuuuuuuckkkkk!"
escaped his lips.  
	The boy was now in a sexual frenzy also.  He violently fucked his
dick into John's mouth, repeated hitting the back of the man's throat. 
John grabbed a hold of the boy's nuts to control his movements which only
excited Kevin further.  The feeling of having his dick slurped in and out
of a hot, sucking mouth, his nuts in a steely grip and a several digits
gyrating inside his rectum drove him to a crashing orgasm.  Gushes of hot
boycum shot up his cock and into the swallowing mouth.   With each spasm
of ejaculation, the boy thrust he cock into the man's mouth . . . one,
two, three, four . . . Kevin had never cum this hard and forcefully
before.  He felt like his very being was being squirted out of his dick. 
	When the spasms subsided, John pulled his fingers from the boy's
ass and released the boy's dick from his mouth.  He spit Kevin's love
juice onto his own cock, smearing it up and down the hard pulsating shaft.
 He raised Kevin's legs up and  wiped his hand on the gaping asshole
between the boy's parted legs, lubricating Kevin with his own cum.   John
tongued the remaining cum in his mouth into Kevin's asshole and then,
placed his throbbing cock up against Kevin's asshole and in a mighty
shove, entered the hot hole all the way to his pubes.  
	Kevin gasped in pain as his virgin hole was invaded by the large
mancock.  John, now fully out of control and only thinking about gaining
sexual relief began to fuck the boy's ass.  Long powerful thrusts into the
boy, then withdrawal and then more vicious lunges into him became the
scheme.  In only seconds, John exploded in orgasm, still fucking madly as
shot after shot of mancream worked it way up his cock and into Kevin's
bowels.  As he was cuming, his head fell to the boy's chest where his lips
encountered one of the boy's erect nipples.  As he shot his voluminous
load into the boy's clutching  ass, John took one of the hard pebbles
between his lips and tortured it in rhythm with the contractions in his
own groin.  Kevin involuntarily erupted  in another searing climax,
shooting jism all over his stomach.  John moaned in ecstacy and lust as
Kevin's asshole clamped down forcefully on his still stiff dick.
	Finally, exhausted from the exertion, John collapsed onto Kevin. 
Kevin wrapped his arms around John's upper torso and his legs around
John's waist, hugging the man tightly, cooing in contentment.  As their
breathing returned to normal, John tenderly kissed Kevin and murmured,
"Thank you, Kevin.  That was absolutely incredible."
	"Man, John, I've never felt anything like that!  I never came that
hard before, not even when I fucked a girl!" 
	"You fucked a girl?" John asked 
	"Yeah, Gordie and I fucked a girl that lives near us.  She fucks
guys for money so we each gave her $20 and she let us do it to her."
	"Wow, that must have been hot!" John said.
	"It was, man.  Gordie has a really big cock.  I sat there watching
him fuck her.  It was great."
	"He's got a big one, huh?" John said with interest.
	"Yeah, it's kinda stubby, not as long as mine, but shit, it's
really thick and fat.  He can't even get his hand all the way around it. 
It's like a fucking Coke can!"
	"Ooh, too bad he didn't want to pose.  I'd have loved to have seen
that piece of meat!" John said.
	"Me, too.  I was hoping that I'd get to play with that sucker. 
Man, yesterday when I pulled his shorts down and then you grabbed my dick,
it was all I could do to keep from springing a boner right there."  
 	"Come on, bub, let's hit the shower and clean up," John said.
	John and Kevin went into the bathroom.  Kevin, feeling the after
effects of a hard fuck, sat down on the toilet and emptied his bowels,
expelling the cum that had been shot up his ass.  When he finished, he
joined John in the large shower.  John couldn't believe how beautiful this
young guy was and couldn't keep his hands off the boy's body.  He lathered
up his wash cloth and began to bath every part of Kevin's body.  Once he
had rubbed the soapy wash cloth all over the boy, his hands took over.  He
caressed every possible square inch of Kevin's lithe young bod.  He paid
particular attention to the boy's asshole.  From a bottle of mineral oil
he kept in the shower, he poured a liberal amount into his hand and
transferred it to the boy's ass.  Soon, Kevin's ass glistened with the
slippery oil.  John then forced a finger or two up the tight rectum,
greasing the hot orifice in preparation for another hot fuck.
	Kevin, loving the feeling of the fingers probing his ass, pushed
back.  John poured more of the oil onto his cock and slicked it up, from
tip to base.  As he stroked his hot, pulsing meat, he pulled Kevin closer.
 
	"I'm gonna fuck you again, babe." John whispered in Kevin's cute
little ear.
	"Oh, yeah, man, do it.  Stick your dick in me!"
	John pulled the boy closer, his slippery hard cock positioned up
against Kevin's crack.  He reached his hand down and guided the hot rod
into the boy's anus.  Kevin stiffened at the intrusion but eventually
relaxed his sphincter muscle as the man's cock pushed into him.  John
pulled the boy upright, hugging him close and then allowing his hands to
slip downward.  With his left hand, he grabbed Kevin's floppy nuts. 
Holding them tightly, he then grabbed the boy's soft cock in his right
hand.  As he slowly moved his cock in and out of the boy's clutching ass,
he gently began stroking Kevin into another hard on.  As Kevin hardened,
John began to speed up his fucking motion.  Soon, he was pulling his cock
almost out of the boy's ass and then slamming it back in.  Kevin squirmed
in ecstacy, fucking back onto the hard cock that impaled him and fucking
his own cock forward into the oily hand clutching him, all the while,
moaning incoherently
	The heat and tightness of the boy's ass was more than John could
handle.  With one more thrust of his cock, he exploded in orgasm, flooding
the hot hole with another helping of manjuice.  As he came, he squeezed
Kevin's nuts and cock, causing the boy to gasp in pain.  Realizing that he
was hurting the boy and that the boy had not yet climaxed, John pulled his
cock out, dropped to his knees, turned Kevin around and plunged his mouth
onto the steel hard pole that stuck out from the boy's body.  As he
swallowed it, he shoved his middle finger up Kevin's ass, rubbing the
boy's hard prostate.  Kevin fucked his dick into the man's mouth and when
fully enveloped, shot a fresh load of boycum into the sucking orifice. 
Kevin's knees wobbled at the moment of orgasm so excited was he.  John
held onto the teenager's body and sucked every last drop of jizm out of
him.  When no more cum was to be had, he gently allowed Kevin to sink to
his knees.  They kissed and hugged in their post coital bliss, then rose
and washed each other once again.  
	The remainder of the day was spent, cuddling and sleeping in
John's king-sized bed, wrapped in each other's arms.

End of Chapter 2

	...to be continued