Date: Tue, 26 Jun 2012 05:53:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sören's Revelation

I've elected to spell Sören in the traditional Danish way. I have to say
that this boy really does exist and is exactly as I portray him. Other than
that, it's a story about an adult male and an underage teenage boy and it
does contain graphic sexual interactions between them. Be warned; leave or
stay depending on your age and the laws where you live. Over and above
that, N-joi

Hugs,
Tag_m

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Boys can pop up in ones life in the most unexpected ways sometime. At least
in my life anyway; I wouldn't want to speak for others. So it was over
Memorial Day weekend. My long time friend Megan stopped by for a visit on
her way to spend the holiday with her sister who lived in another state 4
hours south of me. Megan doesn't see her but once a year or so. It's not
like they've ever been close but family is family and Megan felt
obligated. We had set up the visit a month or so before when I'd taken the
hour drive to the city where she lives. I'd gone up for business so met
Megan for lunch. She had told me that since she would be passing by my
house on the way to her sister's she'd stop by. She hadn't been by my place
for almost 2 years and wanted to see the changes that I'd made.

Megan texted me the night before and said that Sören would be with
her. Although she had sent me birthday or other holiday pictures of her son
I hadn't seen Sören in person for at least 3 years. At that time he had
been a typical preteen on the cusp of adolescence; part smart ass, part
know-it all, mixed with a fair amount of attitude. That the kid was bright
was beyond question.  Still, I'd known the boy since he could walk and had
always been fond of him. He was now 15 going on 16 and according to his
mother, the above mentioned characteristics still applied. A single mother,
Megan had experienced some difficulties with Sören and had called or
emailed often enough asking for advice, which I was always happy to
provide. She couldn't really turn to her ex, Sören's father either.
Being an engineer of some sort, Ted's approach was always straight forward
and logical which, in dealing with an adolescent, doesn't generally work
and as a result he and Sören weren't particularly close.

So it was that I was in the shower when they got to my place. I was in the
process of remodeling the master bedroom and bathroom, doing a majority of
the work myself, and since they weren't arriving until noon, I chose to
spend the morning under the house redoing some plumbing. Megan knew to just
walk into the house and make herself comfortable. I had no idea that they
had arrived until the loud knock on the bathroom door. It must have been
opened at least a crack because Sören's voice was quite clear albeit
much deeper than the high pitch that it been the last time I heard it.

"Cain, I really have to pee can I come in?" I chuckled to myself and told
him to go ahead. The toilet is right next to the tub and shower at the foot
of the tub. I had soap in my hair so rinsed it off before moving to that
end and opening the curtain a crack to see a very slender 5'6" boy standing
there.

"Goddamn you've grown up since I last saw you Sören." I resisted the
urge to look down but could tell that he'd undone his jeans to haul out his
boyhood pride and joy. His stream hit the water as my sentence finished.

"Yeah, I got pubes now," he said then chuckled and added, "but just
barely." The comment stemmed from a conversation that Sören and I'd had
one of the last times that I'd seen him and something his mother had
relayed to me a couple of years ago. I had gone with he and Megan to an old
hot springs in the mountains that, like public pools, used a large open
shower room and rows of lockers. It wasn't a huge deal. I'd gone with them
before over the years when Megan and her husband were still a couple.
Sören had commented about pubic hair, questioning when was going to
start getting them. He'd been 12 at the time and his boy parts had
definitely been on the grow; his smooth balls had dropped and his uncut
cock had grown as well. Almost 2 years after that Megan had commented that
Sören was turning out to be a slow developer in the sexual neighborhood
and she'd taken him to a doctor. I didn't pursue the topic with her.

I ducked back behind the curtain and went about washing my face but
hollered out for Sören not to flush the toilet because I didn't want to
get scalded. I was washing my face when I heard the curtain move then
Sören say,

"We gotta talk." Okay, so there I was, naked and facing the boy, now a
young man. Again, he'd seen me naked before, had all but stared at my cock
every time, but he'd been younger so in my mind it was different.

"Well fuck Sören can't it wait until I'm done here and dressed?" I
wasn't angry and he knew it.

"Are you embarrassed for me to see your dick Cain? Fuck I've seen it plenty
of times, remember. Look, I do not want to spend 2 days with my mom and my
aunt Jenny. You know they're gonna get into an argument in the first
hour. Can I spend the weekend with you?" I leaned my head back under the
spray and when I was done wiped my eyes before opening them. Sören's
head was still in the shower but to his credit he was looking up and not
down although he'd probably already done that. I grabbed the soap and
turned around and began soaping my front.

"Your mom won't be happy about it. Besides, where will you sleep? I'm using
the guest room because mine's torn up."

"I'll sleep with you; I'll sleep on the floor if I have to. I can't stand
being around those two. Please Cain can I stay here?" I shrugged my
shoulders and said it was fine with me but up to his mother. I wasn't lying
either. I had enjoyed Sören's company in the past. He was bright kid,
outgoing and engaging. I'd had a good relationship with him over the years
and would enjoy spending some time with him.

I should state that Sören knew that I was gay, had known since he was
able to understand the concept and in fact had met one of my partners in
the past. To my knowledge Sören was as straight as they came but he was
also loyal and didn't much care about what other people thought, forming
his own opinions on things. In allowing him to stay with me I was not
harboring any thoughts what so ever of engaging with him sexually. He was
simply a friend. Sören left the room and allowed me to get out of the
shower and dry off. In the living room Megan confronted me right away about
her boy hanging out at my house.

"What's up with your telling Sören he could stay here for the weekend?"
She wasn't pissed although anyone who didn't know her would have thought
so.

"He asked if he could stay, I said I didn't care but it was up to you. If
you're thinking conspiracy Megan, there isn't one." She waved me off, said
she knew that. "I guess it just took me by surprise although it shouldn't
have. Sören didn't really want to take this trip in the first place and
I can't say as I blame him. Jenny can be a real bitch sometimes."

"Most of the time mom," Sören added quickly. Megan conceded the point.

"I guess its okay. Christ it's going to be a boring drive," she said with a
sigh. Sören pointed out that she had a couple of books on tape she could
listen to and Megan agreed, adding that she wouldn't have to listen to
Sören complain about it despite the fact that he had his phone,
earplugs, and a shit load of music to listen to.

"Thanks mom," Sören said then went out to get his bag from the car.

"It's probably just as well," Megan said after her son was out of
earshot. "It isn't going to be that much fun for me either. Besides, maybe
Sören will confide in you. He's been a little out of sorts lately, more
like preoccupied, not very talkative but its clear that something's on his
mind. Maybe he'll talk to you about it."

We heard Sören come back in through the laundry room so dropped the
subject. I took my guests on a tour of the yard and Megan exclaimed that
the gardens I'd put in looked wonderful. I had to agree, they did, but they
were a hell of a lot of work. Even Sören commented on how they looked,
adding that he liked the symmetry and the contrasting colors. And odd
appraisal by a 15 year old but then, that was Sören. Megan finally
decided she couldn't put off leaving any longer, hugged and kissed Sören
and then hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.

"If you decide to kill him before I get back I'll understand Cain, really."
Once her car was out of sight Sören and I headed back toward the house.

"What are we going to do now Cain?" I told him that I'd been under the
house working on the plumbing and had planned on going back to it prior to
his decision to derail my entire weekend. The boy laughed and said he'd be
glad to help out. I told him I didn't know what he could do. Typical of
Sören's thinking he said,

"Well, aren't there some things that would be easier with 2 people?" Indeed
there were and we did them. We chatted and got caught up on each other's
lives; mine uneventful and Sören's a typical adolescent. Amongst other
things he told me that he'd tried pot and alcohol a couple of times each
but decided they weren't for him. "They just make me stupid and I don't
like the idea of not being in control, ya know?" I did know and understood
completely.

While we were hanging sheetrock in the bedroom he told me that he'd lost
his virginity about 4 months before. My heart sort of flip flopped. It
wasn't that I'd entertained any thoughts or desires to be Sören's first
it's just that children change after their "first time." A part of their
innocence is lost and while sex is the natural order of things it does mean
that they're growing up and it always seems too early.

"What did you think about that Sören," I asked him. He didn't answer
right away.

"I've been wondering about that and I've decided that it was okay but not
spectacular. Certainly it was better than cumming by hand but I didn't see
any fireworks or anything." He paused again before going on. "I think
that's it more than anything Cain, I expected fireworks and didn't get
any. Maybe part of it was that she made me pull out so I had to jack off
because I didn't have a condom. Maybe it was because it was sort of a
stolen moment, ya know. I mean we didn't even get all the way undressed or
anything and I certainly didn't my cock sucked." I laughed at that part.

"Well Sören you may as well get used to that part. Most women aren't
particularly interested in sucking a guys' dick and when they do they treat
it as if it were a duty. And if you think you're gonna get to cum on their
face you can forget that too." It was Sören's turn to laugh.

"Did you ever have sex with a woman Cain?" I nodded my head as I fired a
nail into the sheet rock.

"Sure; I've been there before and it was okay but really, the cues weren't
there." Sören asked what I meant. "Well, we have sexual cues, things
that we're attracted to like body parts, like a particular color of hair,
things like that."

"Things that get you hot and hard you mean," Sören said. I nodded my
head.

"Exactly. As a teenage boy I could get hard thinking about girls, or
fantasizing about doing stuff with them when I jacked off, like sucking
their tits or playing with their bird or fucking them."

"Bird," Sören asked with a laugh.  I nodded my head. "But I thought
about boys too, about hugging and kissing a boy and sucking their cocks and
having them sucking mine. When I was about your age I remember looking at a
Playboy center fold and actually getting sick to my stomach looking at her
puss and I wondered to myself, how was I ever going to be able to do that,
to do what was expected of me as a male and stick my dick in there. It was
a huge revelation for me. I realized that I got a lot more pleasure out
looking at other boys in the showers and watching them jack off on those
rare occasions where a couple of us would do it together. I had avoided
using the word gay to describe myself but that changed. I did have sex with
a few women however. Most boys can get hard at just about anything and I
also wanted to prove to myself that I could actually fuck a girl so I did
but it wasn't anything special. Like you said, there were no fireworks."

"When was your first time with guy," I mean other than jacking off?" I told
him I'd been about 17 and the cousin of a friend of mine offered to do it
during a sleep over at my friends' house. My friend was asleep and Jonah
offered to do it for me. I did him as well and that's when I really figured
out that I loved being with a boy and not a girl."

"What was it like jacking off with other boys?" I told Sören that it had
been very stimulating seeing another boys' hard cock, watching his balls
jump around as loved himself. It had been educational watching what other
boys do; how they hold their cocks or how they stroke it or what they do
with their balls like tugging them or just feeling them. Watching another
boy squirt was always amazing. To this day I enjoy watching a guy shoot but
in a way I think most guys do. That's why, in porn flicks, they always pull
out then jack off."

"I wondered about that, about what you said about porn flicks," Sören
said. "I haven't done anything at all with another boy. Part of it was that
I didn't even start getting pubes until I was way over 14. It was
embarrassing, ya know?" I said that I understood it completely. Getting
hair on your dick is a huge milestone for boys. Sören went on.

"I knew that boys jacked off together sometimes and I'd even watched them
although they didn't seem to mind that I wasn't doing it with them. And I
know what you mean about learning stuff from other boys. I tried some new
things because of that." The conversation sort dribbled off, you should
pardon the expression, because we had to get another piece of sheetrock up.

"You don't have a boyfriend right now is that right Cain," Sören asked
after the first few nails were in. I shook my head and he asked if missed
it.

"Sort of; sometimes I do. The other side of it though is my time is my own,
I don't have to plan around someone else's schedule and of course I'm
finally getting this remodeling done which has been a long time coming."
Sören asked if I missed the sex part and I admitted that I did. "Self
love is okay but it's lonely. I prefer interactive sex but still, I'm okay
with being single for the time being. At least until I get the bathroom
finished."

The conversation turned to other things like Sören's schooling and what
his plans were for the future. He said that he was highly interested in
robotics and in fact he and his team had won a state competition that year
and had gone to nationals. We continued on through the next few hours,
getting all the sheetrock up as well as the special sheetrock that had to
go on the walls of the shower room.

"Goddamn Cain this is a huge shower. You could have party in here." Indeed
I could. The room was 6 feet deep and 10 wide. A narrow, frosted window on
each end allowed for natural light. A bench at one end allowed a person to
sit while doing their feet or even just soaking in the heat and heavy mist
that multiple shower heads would provide. "You're gonna have to invite me
down for a weekend so I can try it out." I didn't take in any hidden
meaning by that statement but simply told Sören that he was welcome in
my home any time he wanted to come down. "I won't forget that you said that
Cain."

It was getting close to 5 when we finally stopped for the day.  "I need to
take a shower Sören," I said and headed into the laundry room and began
to undress, Sören right behind me. I had assumed that he'd want to
shower since he was as dirty as I was. As I peeled off each article of
clothing I tossed it into the washer and Sören did the same. We finished
about the same time and the boy stood before in a pair of South Park themed
boxers.

"I really love that show," I said. Sören said he did as well and we
headed out toward the bathroom. I assumed that Sören would wait in the
bedroom or living room or something else but followed me into the bathroom.

"What are you doing," I asked him. He said he was going to take a shower.

"Are you showering before or after me," I asked as I got the water on and
adjusted.

"I was thinking we could just shower together." I raised a questioning
eyebrow at him.

"It's no big deal Cain. Fuck, I saw you in here earlier and you've seen me
naked plenty of times." That being said the boy shucked his boxers and
stood before me naked. He had definitely grown. As I said Sören was a
very slender boy, taking after both of his parents. His mother being half
Filipino was very slender and his father never had an ounce of excess fat
on him in all the years I'd known him. Sören's belly sloped gently into
his pubic bone, the creases at his hips and pelvis quite deep. His cock
hung down against his balls, about 6 inches or so of uncut light brown
flesh with the foreskin slightly retracted. Sören's medium sized balls
were at full hang and completely hairless. The patch of pubic hair at the
base of his cock wasn't very big, more like a boy late in his 13th
year. Obviously he had been a later bloomer.

"There, we're even," he said. I just shook my head and dropped my briefs
and as I turned to get into the shower I noticed that Sören was
definitely looking. As stepped into the tub/shower Sören said,

"I always thought you were huge when I was a kid but now that I'm older it
still seems huge."

"Thanks," I said over my shoulder. There wasn't much more to say about it
but I was secretly pleased that the boy had looked and taken note. On my
own behalf I was pretty large, had been since I was 14 and the envy of most
of my friends. I got under the spray and rinsed myself then Sören and I
traded places, our cocks touching as we slid by each other. I went about
soaping myself while Sören got wet and while his head was under the
spray and his eyes closed I stared at his boyhood charms. He was a good
looking boy from head to toe and while he may have been a late bloomer it
appeared that Mother Nature and stepped in and fixed things for him. I got
myself lathered and handed Sören the soap and he went about the
cleansing process, treating his balls and his cock with tender loving care,
pulling his foreskin back to clean underneath. I went about shampooing then
we traded places again and since we stayed face to face out cocks touched
in the passing. I was under the spray rinsing when Sören said,

"Hey Cain, I'll do you if you'll do me." I about shit my pants.

"What," I said, turning around to face him.

"Your back; I'll wash yours if you'll wash mine." Although he had a
straight face I saw a tell tale twinkle in his large almond shaped brown
eyes.

"You did that on purpose," I stated. Of course he responded with "what,"
playing the innocent. I motioned for him to turn around then went about
washing his back down to his butt using the bar of soap. When I was done I
went back up and began massaging his shoulders.

"Fuck Cain that feels so good," he groaned. I worked his shoulders and his
neck and down his spine to the center of his shoulder blades then pulled
the shower wand off the wall and rinsed him off.

"There you go," I said and playfully swatted his butt. We traded places,
cocks brushing against each other in passing. Sören went about working
on me in the same fashion that I did to him albeit not with the same degree
of pressure. Still, getting a shoulder rub always feels good. Sören
didn't stop at the small of my back however and kept going down onto my
butt cheeks.

"You got a nice butt Cain, you know that?" I turned my head to look over my
shoulder at him thinking that an odd thing for a straight boy to
say. Sören knew what I was thinking.

"I can appreciate a nice ass, or a nice dick or a nice body or whatever on
another guy. I wouldn't announce it to the world but I can say shit like
that in front of you." He had a point and he wouldn't be the first straight
guy to make that observation. His father had said the same thing to me once
although not about my butt, about Brad Pitt's butt if I remember correctly.

Sören finished washing me then I felt the spray of the shower wand on my
back along with Sören's hand helping to get the suds off. Then he really
surprised me by pulling open one cheek and spraying up into my hole and the
sensitive underside of my balls which caused me to jump as well as grab my
nuts.

"It does that to me too," Sören replied. I turned around quickly and saw
that he was preoccupied with getting the wand back in place before turning
around to face me.

"What," he asked and I knew that his squirting me had been an unconscious
action, in that, he probably hadn't thought about it when he did it. At
least I thought so. In retrospect I would view it differently.

"Nothing," I said. "You ready to get out?" he nodded his head so I had him
turn the water off and we got out. I pulled clean towels out of the cabinet
and handed one to him and we went about drying off. It was a pleasure
watching Sören's cock sway about as he moved and the roughness he
treated his boy parts in an effort to get them dried.

"What are we going to do for dinner Cain," he asked as he whipped the towel
behind him and went through the traditional back drying moves.

"I don't know really. Is there anything in particular that you'd like?" He
shrugged his shoulders and said he could eat anything. I asked how he felt
about breakfast foods for dinner and he said that would be cool. We tromped
into my bedroom where I pulled a pair of briefs out of a drawer and
Sören pulled underwear out of his bag.

"Well now aren't those sporty," said when he'd pulled them on and gotten
himself adjusted. He was wearing what was called a string bikini; a thick
elastic waistband with to separate pieces of cloth; a pocket pouch in front
as well as a strip of cloth in the back that barely covered the crack of
his ass. They were printed in alternating thin strips of green and red
which almost hurt the eyes. He definitely wore them well.

"It's always nice to try something different and something with some style
unlike the plebian boxers." I had to agree. Sören looked better in his
underwear than I did in mine. Dressed, we headed out to a place that serves
breakfast all day and it wasn't your run of the mill diner; they served
gourmet meals with high quality products. Sören declared it was much
better than Denny's for which I considered slapping him. Back at my house
Sören checked his email and we hung out and watched TV. I saw that a
70's flick titled FREEBIE AND THE BEAN with James Caan and Alan Arkin was
playing on one of the movie channels. I convinced Sören that, despite
the fact that it was twice as old as he was, it was worth
watching. Afterwards he agreed. We decided to go to bed about 10.

I have emergency lights throughout my house; the kind that you plug into a
light socket that only come when the power goes out, or at night when it's
dark. We lay in bed facing each other for a moment.

"It's really great hanging out with you Cain. I miss you. I wish we could
get together more often."

"I agree Sören; I miss you too." I reminded him that I was in the city
every couple months and went to lunch or dinner with his mother and he was
always invited but busy with other things.

"Maybe next time mom can let me know you're coming and I can re-arrange my
busy schedule." Sören rolled onto his back and I followed suit. He was
quiet for a moment then said,

"Remember when you used to hold until I went to sleep?" I said that I
remembered it well. When I spent the night at Sören's house I generally
slept in his room in the second of his bunk beds. Sometimes Sören would
crawl into my bed to be held while he fell asleep. Once he had quietly
complained that neither of his parents held him anymore. When we had gone
to the hot springs Sören and I had slept in the same room, in the same
bed since there was only 1. He had reveled in the fact that I held him and
cuddled him, snuggling in as close to me as was possible. At no time was
there any suggestion of sexual overtones to it. He was just a little boy
that wanted and needed to be held.

"I loved it so much when you held me Cain. It made me feel wanted and cared
for. I know my parents love me but I don't get that feeling of being wanted
and cared for, you know what I mean?" I did indeed. Megan tended to be
somewhat aloof, practical and being demonstrative toward her child had
never been a strong suit beyond first grade for Sören.

"I know Sören and I have to say that I enjoyed it as well." He rolled
toward me again and in the very dim light looked into my eyes.

"Will you hold me again Cain?" His tone of voice wasn't begging by any
means but it did convey a sense of need.

"Sure Sören." He faced away from me then back up against me, pressing
his slender little butt against my crotch. I slipped my underside arm under
his neck and draped the other arm over him just below his chest and his
arms wrapped around my bottom one and held me against his flesh while the
other one held onto his flat belly. It was a wonderful feeling holding
someone but more specifically it was awesome holding a boy again. He was
warm and smooth and fit perfectly in my arms. Sören sighed and relaxed
against me.

"God this feels so great. I really do love it when you hold me Cain." The
boy was almost purring. My face was almost against his head and I could
easily smell the fragrance of him, the fragrance of boy. Not the musky
fragrance of a boys' crotch but the general smell. I could detect the faint
lingering fragrance of shampoo and soap.

"Can I ask you a personal question Cain," he said softly.

"Personal questions have never stopped you before Sören." It took him a
moment but finally he said,

"Have you ever been with a boy; sexually I mean." My eyes shot open.

"Why do you ask Sören?"

"Well, I was with mom one time in the gay district and was waiting in the
car while she went into a store for some specialty thing or another and saw
a kid I know from school. He was walking down the street holding hands with
a guy that looked old enough to be his father. The boy, Andrew never Andy,
is one of those real obvious gay boys, ya know what I mean. So I asked him
about it a couple days later. He and I have gone to school together since
elementary, like 4th grade or something and even though we don't hang out
with the same people I know him pretty well so I asked him privately about
it. He said the guy was his boyfriend and when I commented on the age
difference he said that it wasn't uncommon for gay boys to hook up with
older men and he told me why. So that's why I was wondering, just out of
curiosity." I had to think about that for second before I answered.

"That's a pretty private matter Sören." I tried to keep my voice as
neutral as possible. He responded by saying he knew that but was just
curious was all. He seemed to let the matter drop and was quiet for another
minute or so.

"Cain?"

"What."

"Can I tell you something I never told anyone before, ever?" Understand
that I was drifting off to sleep so not at my full awareness.

"Of course Sören, you can always talk to me and it will always be kept
between us." More pause.

"Remember that night you stayed with us when mom was away all weekend at a
convention?" My awareness came back pretty quickly. I did remember that
night, very clearly.

"Yeah." I said a bit warily.

"I saw you and my dad. I saw you sucking his dick and then I saw you fuck
him." Sören told me all this in a very soft, very quiet voice as if he
was afraid to put voice to it.

"I woke up and went to crawl in with you but you weren't there so I went
looking for you." My heart was hammering in my chest. Indeed, I had sex
with Ted that night and it had gone exactly as Sören related it although
he had missed the part where his father had sucked me off. I had wondered
why the boy seemed to out of sorts the next day, quiet and not his usual
effervescent self. Sören moved; wiggling out of my arms then turned back
toward me, our faces less than 6 inches apart.

"I was really upset the next day but not for the reasons you think. I had
wished it was me you were with; me whose dick you were sucking and me that
you were fucking. I didn't really understand the fucking part but still I
wanted it to be me that you showering that attention on. I was so jealous
of my dad."

"I've had the hots for you since I was little. I didn't understand that it
was the hots really until the last year or so and figured out that's what
it had been all along. When you would hold me I could feel your softened
cock against my butt and it made my dick so hard that it would hurt. I was
afraid that you'd feel it but yet I wanted you to feel it, wanted you to
know that I had a boner and it was because of you, of you holding me. When
I finally understood just what the concept of gay was, I knew that I was
gay but I was terrified of it. I understood that Andrew was gay and I was
so afraid that I'd turn out like him so I fought it, I told myself I wasn't
gay. That's why I had sex with that girl, to prove that I wasn't gay that I
was a regular boy, a straight boy. Afterwards I pretty much understood and
accepted that I was gay and I was going to that way for the rest of my
life. There was no way I was ever going to willingly put my dick in one of
those ever again."

"When mom asked me to go with her on this trip I refused, I can't stand my
aunt Jenny but then I thought about it and figured I could get her to let
me stay here with you instead so I agreed to it. I haven't seen you for so
long Cain, and I wanted to see if the old feelings were still there. As we
got closer to your house my stomach started doing flip flops and when I
figured out you were in the bathroom it was like this big dream coming
true, to maybe see you naked again. When I saw you, and not just your cock
but you, all those old feelings came rushing back. If you had put me in the
guest room I would have figured out some way to get into your bed, to be
close to you again, like this." The entire speech came out in a rush as if
he'd been holding for years, which in this case, he had been. He seemed
worn out by it and lowered himself in the bed a little bit then snuggled in
close and rested his head against my shoulder. I could feel his still
softened cock pressing against mine. I closed my eyes tightly as if trying
to assimilate all of what I'd heard. I held on to Sören, my hand on his
back and the other at the back of his head. I pulled him slightly, wanting
to have as much of his flesh touching mine as possible.

My heart and brain were in a heavy conflict. As I said, I'd never had any
overt sexual desires for Sören for Sören's sake but more for Sören
the boy. I loved boys and Sören was in fact a boy. I had loved him, but
not a sexual love. Now, all of that was changing. Here was a 15 year old
boy, son of one of my longest and best friends, declaring his desire for
me, ne, his love for me and his desire to engage sexually with me.

"I hope you're not angry with me Cain," he said against my chest. "And I
don't expect you to have sex with me although I would in a heartbeat if you
were willing to; laying her with you like this is a huge dream come
true. But I had to tell you how I feel, how I've been feeling all this
time. I really do feel a lot better even though my heart is aching a
little."

I moved his hair out of the way and kissed his forehead. My body was a
tumble of feelings and concerns and I shared them with him. I wasn't
worried about the fact that he was a boy, a minor and I shared that with
him, shared that I had been with boys before. I shared my biggest concern
was his mother, a longtime friend and how that might impact her. I knew
that Sören wouldn't say anything to her but it was just the idea of the
thing and I told him that.

"I also have to say Sören that I don't share those same feelings for you
that you feel for me which isn't to say that I couldn't feel them. I've
honestly never considered having sex with you because of the relationship
with your parents, your mom particularly. But you are a really cute boy
with a great personality. I love you but not in the lover type of capacity
however as I just said, that doesn't mean that I couldn't. Does that make
sense to you sweetie?" He nodded his head.

"It does and it doesn't feel like rejection either. I guess I would have to
say that if we did have sex that I wouldn't expect you to necessarily have
the same feelings as me and I can accept that." I gently moved away from
him enough to be able to have eye contact. I rubbed my hand down his cheek
with great tenderness.

"I'm more than willing to go there with you Sören, whatever that
means. We can figure the rest of it out before your mother comes back to
pick you up." He looked up at me and in the dim light of the room I could
make out the pure adoration in his expression. I couldn't have possibly
given him anything that had more meaning to him; couldn't have said
anything that had more meaning except for I love you. My heart went out to
him and in that moment I did love him or felt that could easily love him in
the same way that he professed to love me. I moved my head downward and
kissed his lips ever so softly, then kissed him again. Because our bodies
were pressed together I could feel his cock start to harden and I wondered
what I'd gotten myself into. Sören's arm went up around my neck and he
initiated the 3rd kiss and kept his mouth against mine.

Sören kissed me with a fair amount of passion but his technique told me
that the boy hadn't had a great deal of experience, not that it mattered in
the least. I let one hand brace his head and the other move up and down his
smooth back then onto his butt. Being such a slender boy Sören didn't
have a spectacular ass but he did in fact have an ass and that's what
counted. I rubbed on it for just a moment then to the side of the narrow
fabric that encased his butt and slipped my hand in underneath it to rub on
and gently squeeze the cheek.

Sören had moved his top leg so that it draped over mine and in
continuing to rub him my fingers dipped into his opened crack. I didn't go
for the core of him, there would be plenty of time to explore that area
both with my fingers and my tongue but it sill allowed me to get a better
grip on the flesh. I did however move along the beginning of his sac and
then down to rub my fingers across his balls. Sören moaned softly as I
fondled his sensitive flesh and I reveled in the soft smoothness of his
hairless skin. I managed to get my fingers in far enough to actually wrap
them around his sperm makers and hold them.

Sören had stopped kissing my lips and rested his head against me again
allowing me to hold him as I explored territory that hadn't been touched by
another human being. I made a guess that the girl he had fucked hadn't
really laid a finger on him, a guess that would prove to be true. Given
that, Sören was experiencing a flood of physical feeling and emotion as
his most sensitive body parts were being played with.

"God Cain, I need to be naked," he finally panted. I pulled my hand out,
slipped my fingers inside the waistband of his underwear and began to work
them down, Sören lifting as need be to help me. Once they were off he
pressed his body back against mine but I gently pushed him back so that I
could be naked as well. Once that was accomplished we moved back together,
flesh touching flesh from neck to ankle, hard cocks pushing against each
other as if for domination or simple to greet each other. I put my arm back
around his butt and pulled him tighter to me.

"Fuck I love the feel of your body against mine Cain," he said hoarsely,
his voice deepened in lust. Sören's hand had gone over my hip and was
rubbing on my butt as well. He moved his hand to my hip and gently
pushed. I knew that the boy wanted and needed to see in all of my sexually
aroused glory. I fully hardened cock, a cock that is ready to do its duty
to keeping the species alive is not only a beautiful thing but is so
stimulating to the viewer. I knew what Sören's needs were and complied
fully. As I rolled onto my back I reached over and grabbed a remote that
sat on the nightstand and clicked on the bathroom light. It was a very low
watt light designed to allow one to see without being blinded and was
certainly the most appropriate for was needed in that moment.

"Jesus Christ you're so big Cain," Sören said with awe and appreciation
in his voice. Indeed I was, as they say, hung like a stud horse as were my
2 older brothers and my father and although I'd never seen my dad fully
erect I'd seen my brothers in that state often enough because we shared as
dormitory style bedroom. Morning boners were common and none of us bothered
to hide it from the other. Of course there were the times that I caught one
or the other of them jacking off when they thought they were alone but
that's a different story.

"How big are you anyway Cain?" I told him that I'd last measured myself
when I was 17 or 18 and then it was 9¼ inches long and while it wasn't a
skinny dick but it wasn't coke can thick either. As he reached down and
cupped my shaven balls he commented that they filled his whole hand up. He
asked why I shave my hair and I gave him the stock explanation to which he
replied that it took him too long to get his so he was keeping all of them,
at least for the time being.

"Can I suck you Cain," he asked and I responded that he didn't need to
ask. I watched as Sören lowered his head and placed his mouth over a
cock head for the first time in his young life. The feelings of warmth and
pleasure surged though my body as the 15 year old proceeded to suck his
first cock and I was happy to see, or feel actually, that he knew enough to
cover his teeth. Needless to say he couldn't do much with it. It takes
experience to blow a cock the size of mine but Sören gave it a good try.

I reached out and rubbed his back as he suckled me, wondering where this
was going to lead while deep down I knew. After a good 3-4 minutes the boy
stopped and moved back up alongside me.

"Fuck that hose takes work Cain," Sören said, his voice already deepened
appreciatively by lust and his oval eyes even more narrow. He snuggled up
to me and put his mouth against mine and proceeded on with a great deal of
enthusiasm while his hand kept busy at my crotch, rubbing my balls and
stroking me.  Because of how he was lying against me I only had access to
his slender little butt and I was fine with that up to a point.

"I need to get my mouth on your cock Sören," I finally said, breaking
off the kiss. The boy rolled to his back and I slid down the bed. I rubbed
his inner thigh for a moment while I stared at all that made him boy. His
cock hung in the air above his incredibly flat belly, quivering with every
beat of his heart, The small patch of black hair reaching up to create a
sort of cushion at the base of it. From there his sac fell away in wrinkles
that were quickly stretched out smooth due to the weight of his balls. Fuck
I loved boys so much and Sören was a perfect specimen.

My hand moved up to cup his sperm makers and gently fondle the medium sized
eggs which caused their owner to moan softly. I pulled on them which in
turn caused his boy hood pride and joy to rise. I could see the tip of his
cock head poking out from beneath its head, shiny from seeping precum. I
lowered my head and took him into my mouth, a first for both of us. I
lowered my head, taking at least half of him inside before going back up. I
moved my hand up to take hold at the base of his cock so that I could give
him a little stroking as I sucked him. Like many circumcised men and boys I
was fascinated by a foreskin and had to play with it in some degree. I slid
it up over his sensitive cock head and sucked it into a nipple then pulled
it back down and used my lips to replace as it went. I allowed my tongue to
thoroughly explore the ridge of the swollen head as well as his slit,
cleaning off the sticky residue of his precum.

I felt Sören's hands on my back and on my head, felt the gentle upward
thrust of his narrow hips, the natural response to a cock sucking.

"Fuck that feels so good Cain," he moaned in a husky voice. I worked my way
over one leg in order to lie between them and went to work licking his
balls, licking in the crease of his pelvis and leg, causing him to squirm
from the sensitivity. I breathed in deeply while I was there and still
picked up a slight fragrance of soap from the shower and more pungent
fragrance of a growing boy. I loved that smell. I found it to be more
intoxicating than any cologne or perfume and it had been just about the
right amount of time since he'd showered so it was at its perfect intensity
for me.

I moved Sören's balls with my tongue, reveling in the silky softness of
the skin, then reached over my head and used a couple of fingers to lift
the package up so that I could work underneath them. Sören wiggled and
moaned at my work and as I licked down toward his crack the boy pulled his
legs up so his feet were flat on the bed. It gave me a little more area to
work with and I licked down to the beginning of his crack, noting as I went
that there only a few hairs, which I liked.

"Pull your legs back Sören," I finally said and when he did, it opened
him up. I admired his tiny puckered hole for a moment before putting my
tongue on his perineum half way between his balls and his hole then worked
my way down to the delicious morsel. I pushed my tongue at the entrance,
licked all around the area then went back to the wrinkled muscle. My brain
registered the ridges and valley's of the muscle as well as the low moans
coming from its owner. Sören reached down and put a hand on each cheek
and pulled, trying to open himself up even more to me. I continued to
worship him for a good 2 minutes before he stopped me. I had to move
because he was lowering his legs and when he did I looked up at him.

Sören's eyes were practically closed. "I want you to fuck me Cain. Right
now."

"Are you sure about that Sören?" He nodded his head.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life Cain. I've been sure
since the night I watched you fuck my dad. I've wanted you to fuck me so
bad that sometimes my heart just ached for it. Please Cain; I need you to
love me."

 I should have known better than to ask him if he was sure. Any time a boy
says he wants to get fucked I know he's given it some thought. Knowing
Sören for so many years, knowing how sure he was of other things in his
life and knowing now how he felt about me, about "it" I knew he was ready
and I knew that he wouldn't be put off any longer.

I crawled up between his legs and lowered myself onto his smooth body,
using my knees and arms to keep all my weight off of him, and settled in,
our raging hard cocks side by side. I pressed my mouth against his again
and if our kissing had been passionate before, it was tenfold
then. Sören's arms went around my neck and held me tightly and his
tongue went immediately into my mouth, pressing hard against mine. I could
hear the moans escaping from deep in his throat.

"Jesus fucking Christ I love you so much Cain," he practically whimpered
when we broke the kiss then he went back at it again with just as much
force and passion as he had only a moment before. The second time he broke
it he said, "I've wanted your cock inside me so bad Cain. I was tempted to
use other things and pretend it was you. I practically stared at carrots
and cucumbers and for awhile all of my focus was looking at things that I
could put up my ass. I didn't though because ultimately I only wanted you
and I wanted to give myself to you as a total and completely innocent
virgin. I wanted your cock to be the first thing that entered my body from
down there. I can't wait any longer Cain, I really can't."

I gave him a quick kiss and rolled from above him, reached over and pulled
open the drawer on my nightstand and pulled out the lube and a hand
towel. "I want to prep you a little bit Sören, do you mind?" He shook
his head. I managed to lube up the middle finger of my right hand and lay
back down next to the boy, gave him some directions then put his cock back
in my mouth at the same time I slipped the lubed finger up his tight little
hole. Sören gasped, although I didn't know if it was because of the
intrusion or because he finally had something inserted into his ass.

I suckled him and finger fucked him, making sure that I crossed his little
prostate as often as possible and getting another gasp each time I did
so. After a few minutes I left his cock and maneuvered myself to my knees,
my finger still inside of him. I managed to get between Sören's legs
then reached for the lube and handed it to him.

"Smear my cock with lube please Sören and you might want to get your
self lubed up as well. The boy got me done and then himself earning a gasp
from the work of his own hand. I slipped a second finger inside of him
causing his hole to stretch ever further. I grasped onto his cock and
stroked back and forth over his cock while my other hand slid the fingers
in and out of his tight little ass. I worked slowly enough to take him up
easily and not skyrocket him there and together they brought his heat level
up and got Sören into a fog of hotness, the place he would need to be in
order to accept my thick cock into his body. I knew that Sören would
tell me when he was ready and a minute or two later he did just that.

"I think it's time Cain. I feel like I could cum any second." I had
Sören pull his legs back for me and I moved in as close as I could,
holding my cock down with my left hand.

"When I put it in make sure you breathe and push down like you're trying to
take a dump." Sören nodded his head. I continued to finger fuck him,
watching the rim of his hole move in and out along with my finger and then
I pulled my fingers out and shoved my cock head inside of him and stopped
moving.

Sören's eyes shot open as he gasped then muttered the typical sounds of
a person in pain. "Fuck that hurts Cain."

"I know baby and that's why I'm not moving. Focus on breathing and like I
said, push down." Sören had let go of his legs and let them drape over
my thighs while his hands clutched at the bed sheet. Never in my life had I
imagined being like this with Sören, naked and my cock stuck inside his
asshole. Sören's cock had wilted about half way so I took hold of it
again and began to stroke him, sliding my tightened fist back and forth
over the sensitive ridge of the head. Actually my tightened fist was
grasping his foreskin and it was sliding back and forth over the head. It
didn't take a long time before Sören told me to go ahead and push it all
the way in. I watched as his body ate up inch after inch of me.

"I wish I could see you go inside of me Cain. I think that would be so
hot," he said breathlessly. I hadn't considered that and I did have a hand
mirror but I didn't think that the boy would want me to stop just for that;
maybe next time. I kept on moving until my hairs were up against his
butt. I had held Sören's one of legs back in order to do the deed and
once inside held the other back.

"I can't believe I did Cain," he said. I asked him how it felt.

"Full. It still hurts but it feels good too."

"Let's see if we can make it feel much better," I said and started the
process, sliding out of him about a third of the way then moving back in. I
watched Sören's face as I loved him, watched the various emotions play
out across his smooth face, particularly when feelings created a sharp peak
and then subsided. As I fucked the boy I wondered about what I was doing
but more importantly how I was feeling about it and where it might
lead. The feelings were good; I'd always liked Sören and got along well
with him. Where was it going was a different manner. I picked up speed,
pulling out a little further and pushing back in with a little more force.

I saw myself developing a more loving relationship with Sören; at least
I knew that it was possible. However, he lived over an hour away from
me. It would be difficult to explain my showing up in his life with any
kind of frequency. Sure, the whole mentor idea was doable but believable
was another story. I decided then, that this might be a one time deal, that
a further sexual relationship was unlikely. As I was deciding to make it
the best possible experience I could, Sören spoke.

"Oh man Cain it's starting to feel a whole lot better. I leaned forward and
put my hands on the bed, Sören's legs draped over my arms. I began
pulling out even further and thrusting back inside of him. The feelings
were increasing for me too. My balls started to swing a little more and I
was more aware of them hitting Sören's butt when I plunged back inside
of him.

"Oh yeah Cain, keep doing that," he groaned. Sören's hands were resting
on my forearms; sometimes relaxed and other times gripping as intense
feelings surged through his young virgin body. I was pulling out over half
way and started slamming back into him. I moved my ass and changed the
angle of penetration. Going in from either side, from below or above each
created different feelings and I watched Sören's face and eyes for the
tell tale signs that it was effective.

Sören began grunting slightly each time I slammed into him and by then I
was slamming. I felt my body begin to change, moving toward the pinnacle,
moving toward the finale moment when my body and resolve would give way to
pleasure and I'd dump a gallon of sperm into Sören's body, breeding him,
making him a part of me, making him mine but not a possession if that makes
any sense at all.

"Cum with me baby boy," I said in a voice deepened by lust. "Jack off and
cum with me. "I'm getting close Sören, really close." The sound of flesh
slapping flesh became loud in the small room, joining with grunts groans
and moans of sex. Sören reached down and began tugging on his cock,
sliding the foreskin back and forth over his swollen cock head and creating
new expressions on his face.

"I'm really close Cain, really close, I'm almost there Cain." I let of the
hold I had on my body. I let the feelings run their course. I hammered into
Sören even harder and faster and a moment later the boy screamed out.

"Oooohhhh fuuuuuuck." The expression on his face was one of awe, surprise,
intense pleasure, and pain all mixed together in a salad of tensing
muscle. I felt his asshole tighten on my cock as my body let go and began
injecting my sperm into him. I rammed my cock into Sören, kept my body
shoved up against his as tightly as I could and ground my ass in circles
then went back to fucking him. I felt 3 or 4 more solid orgiastic
contractions from Sören as well as myself. I lowered my upper body and
we kissed. Sören's hands were all over my head and my face. He pressed
his mouth against mine so hard that it felt like my lip got cut. Still I
fucked him, albeit it, slower.

The sperming finally stopped but not my movement. While not as intense as
the pre orgasm feelings, the post sperming feelings are pretty
good. Besides, I knew that it would be good for Sören as well. We
stopped kissing but our faces were still close and I continue to move,
continued to slide my thick cock in and out of him. Sören opened his
eyes and looked into mine and a small grin started to reshape his mouth. He
let his eyes close and then opened them again a moment later. I finally
stopped moving, my pubic hair pressed against his butt. I moved one and
then the other arm allowing Sören's legs down. Typically it's not the
best position but I have some length to my cock so stayed inside of him.

"I want to stay like this forever Cain, hooked together with your cock deep
inside of me."  I let my body rest against his but when I tried to keep my
weight off of him he told me to just lay on him, so I did.

"I like the weight Cain, it feels comforting."  Sören's hand roamed up
and down my back, down onto my butt to squeeze a little then back
up. "Thank you," he said softly then raised his head and gave me a light
kiss.

"You're welcome, the pleasure was mine." He shook his head a little.

"No, it wasn't all yours believe me." He paused for a second then said,
"That was the most fantastic thing I've ever done. It was everything that I
ever dreamed or hoped for Cain." He kissed me again then lay back. I stayed
hard inside of him so wiggled my butt a little to remind him I was still
there. Then I contracted my elimination muscles, you know, that cut off a
piss in midstream. Sören giggled and said he could feel it and I told
him I knew that. It's why I did it.

"You called me baby boy," he said in that dreamy after sperming voice. I
nodded my head. "I really like being your baby boy Cain. I want to be your
baby boy forever." I only nodded my head, not wanting to spoil the moment
with reality.

"Now what," he asked and I responded with the obvious question.

"Well, I mostly meant from now on, in the future but I also mean right this
moment. I leaned down and kissed him then backed off enough to look into
his eyes.

"I'm still hard," I said and contacted the muscles again for emphasis.

"I noticed that," he said softly, and constricted his muscle in response.