Date: Mon, 27 Jun 2016 03:24:22 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Subway 5 Inch

A story of a man and a young teenage boy. The usual platitudes apply. If
you shouldn't, then don't, it's simple. I actually saw this boy in a Subway
in Puyallup one evening. He did check me out, and I him of course. From
that point on, it's only a "what if" story.

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I had started going to a Subway about 2 miles from my house for dinner a
few times a week. Perhaps it was a bid for trying to eat more healthily
although the Pastrami sandwich probably isn't even close to being
healthy. In any case it was convenient, a nice switch from burgers or the
ever present Mexican place and saved me from having to cook after a long
day. And it wasn't all that expensive.

I was standing at the counter waiting, heard the door open but paid it
little attention, at least initially. A moment later I turned my head to
see an adorable boy standing there waiting patiently to helped. He appeared
to be a slender 5'2 or so.

It seemed to me that he might be of Latino extraction, his skin ever so
slightly brown; his pitch black hair cut quite short with bangs that were
pushed up from a nicely balanced forehead. He was wearing tan pants and a
black hooded sweatshirt with a Nike logo on the front. On his feet were a
black suede type of shoe such as a Vans or something similar and resting at
his feet was a black and yellow backpack. He was very cute, large dark eyes
and a face as smooth as glass but one of the cutest things was the
smattering of black hair growing on his upper lip. And you know that boy
was proud as all hell of it. If the young cutie was more than halfway
through his 13th year I would have shocked, despite the sparse beginnings
of a womb broom.

Part of the reason I'd turned my head was the sense that the newcomer was
looking at me and indeed when I turned my head, he was but stopped
immediately. I spend a good 3 seconds taking him in from head to toe before
turning my head back forward. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that he
was looking at me again but chose not acknowledge it. There was something
about me that caught his interest and I wanted to allow the boy to soak up
whatever he needed to soak up.

Eventually the girl who had popped my sandwich in to be toasted asked him
what he wanted. I listened to his still, slightly high pitched voice start
placing his order and while he did so I took him in. My initial assessment
was spot on. I stepped back enough to check out his butt but the sweatshirt
covered him completely. Still I could tell that it wasn't much more than a
spread out hand width wide.

The boy stepped past me, almost looking me in the eyes but his were
slightly downcast. He said excuse as he passed and I responded with
something like it's okay or certainly or something. I told the girl what I
wanted on my sandwich then focused on the boy as he began adding veggies to
his order. His voice was so sweet, so melodic. I could listen to him for
hours.

My stuff was done and as I was paying for it I could once again see from
the corner of my eye that the boy was watching me and it didn't seem to be
just glancing; more like studying. I wondered what it was that he was
seeing. I mean, I'm a 40 year old guy, little bit of a belly, not
particularly attractive in my opinion. I further wondered if I would ever
get a chance to talk with him.

I was sitting at a booth when he paid, watching his back and wishing that
he wasn't wearing the sweatshirt. I love boy butts, especially narrow ones
and I knew, based on his body size that his would be more than delightful
to gaze upon. Before he left the boy looked right at me, gave me the
slightest smile and scooted out the door, his pack slung over his right
shoulder. I spent the next few minutes thinking about him, how cute he was,
and what I perceived as curious behavior then thought no more of it. Until
10 minutes later, give or take.

I left Subway and headed home along the 4 lane stretch of road that passed
through small, light commercial areas, some lightly inhabited countryside
for 2 miles, then erupted into urban sprawl. That happened no matter which
direction one went when leaving the little strip mall that housed the
Subway, an grocery chain store, Radio Shack, the obligatory Mexican
restaurant and small Teriyaki place, among other things. You know the kind
I'm talking about.

Home, was about 3½ miles away. The first mile was on the 4 lane "city"
(and I used the term very lightly) street and the rest on feeder 2 lane
streets through a more rural area that was dotted with larger 1-2 acre
homes as well as half acre properties. Kinda country but not full on
country. As I passed the first of the larger feeder roads I saw the boy
walking away from me, perhaps a ¾ of a mile from the Subway, his
sandwich bag hanging from his clenched fist and swaying as he walked. That
was interesting but I gave him no more thought.

I found myself at the Subway 2 days later and just as I was about to go
through the door, the boy came ambling around the corner of the building. I
went in and waited at the counter to be waited on. The tinkling of the door
opening caused me to glance that way and sure enough, hot boy was coming
through.

He was dressed the same as before so I assumed that the sweatshirt was
taking the place of a jacket and he wore a shirt of some kind underneath,
same pack slung over his shoulder. He managed eye contact with me for a few
seconds as he approached so I got a full face shot of him. Dynamite cute,
his eyes were actually a hazel color and were framed by thick black
lashes. His lips were so perfectly kissable that it made my heart flip just
a little. The boy turned to face the counter not 3 feet from me.

The girl behind the counter finally turned to face us and asked the boy
what she could get started for him.

"Oh no," he said softly, shaking his pretty little head and pointing a
finger toward me, "he was here before me." His voice was so sweet and so
melodic. I wanted to keep the interaction going with him.

"It's okay, you can go first," I said. The boy angled toward me, shaking
his head gently.

"No, no you were here first, I can wait," he said. He had an expression on
his face that almost seemed incredulous that an adult would allow him to go
first.

"Please, I insist," I said waving my hand toward the counter.

"Thank you, thank you," he said and started a spicy chicken sandwich on
whole wheat. That clicked in my head and I remembered him order the same
thing the first time I'd seen him. The girl then turned her attention to me
and I repeated my order from my previous visit. Damn I loved their Pastrami
sandwiches. Next to me the boy seemed to watch with interest. Mine went
into the toaster while she completed the boys' order and when mine came out
of the oven she asked what I wanted and finished it off for me.

Another worker came from the back of the shop and rang the boy up while my
sandwich was being finished and as I stepped toward the cash register the
boy received his change. He turned to me and with a slight smile said,

"Thank you again."

"It was my pleasure, you're welcome," I responded. I really wished that
there was a way for to keep him engaged but alas, he left the restaurant.

"Nice young man," I said to the cashier after he'd left.

"Yeah, he is. He comes in at least 3 times a week, just about every other
day. His name is Kyran. I think his mom works evening or something, I'm not
sure," she said. Not much more than high school age, the girl was a chatty
little thing. As she handed my debit card back to me she glanced at it then
said, "Thank you Mr. Ellison."

"Call me Perry," I told her. "If you call me Mr. I start looking around for
my father." It was a lame old joke but she didn't know that and giggled. As
I sat down to eat I ruminated over the information that the girl had
provided me, probably not realizing that she'd done so. I now had a loose
idea of the boys' schedule as well as a name. I thought Kyran an unusual
name for boy this day and age but what the fuck did I know. I also had a
bit of personal information regarding his mother which hinted at the lack
of a father. I didn't know what good the last part was but sure loved the
first two pieces.

So it was that two days later I showed up to find wonder boy a dozen steps
from going through the door. I hopped out of my car and when Kyran saw me
he gave me a slight nod and what almost seemed like an embarrassed wave. I
followed him through the door, wishing that his sweatshirt was shorter so I
could check out his narrow little butt. Still facing forward he held the
door for me and as soon as he felt I had control of it he let go and I said
thank you as I followed him inside.

We went through the same ritual as on our two previous encounters and like
those encounters I knew that he was watching me when he wasn't otherwise
occupied and I was. It was curious indeed. He paid for his order and before
turning to leave he said to me,

"See you day after tomorrow." It was a statement and not a question.

"I'll look forward to it," I responded.

"Me too," Kyran said as he headed for the door, "Perry." That fucking
floored me.

"How'd he know my name," I asked, more out loud than specifically to the
girl taking my debit card.

"I told him," She said, "I hope that's okay, I mean, since I told you his
name." The girl didn't seem at all embarrassed that she'd given up personal
information without permission. Given her logic I could see why.

"No I guess it's okay," I responded.

"Well, Kyran asked so I figured what the heck." She handed my debit asking
if I wanted my receipt. Now I was really intrigued.

"He asked you my name?" She nodded her.

"He thinks your dragon shirts are way cool." That explained why Kyran
seemed to be checking me out. I wore short sleeved button down shirts with
a dragon motif. I had gotten into them many years before and owned easily
50 of them. It became a signature of sorts and had garnered comments from
tons of people including complete strangers. As I put my debit card in my
wallet the girl said,

"He also thinks that you're cute." The surprise on my face caused the girl
to giggle. "Oh, don't be so shocked. I think lots people think that even if
you don't." That said, she bounced off to take care of another customer.

I sat in my usual booth, unwrapped my sandwich and ate, contemplating the
possibilities that came with that information. I left and following the
same route that I had before, checked the side road and sure enough, there
was Kyran ambling along with his subway sack swinging gently. As I
continued on toward my home I contemplated the possibilities. He knew my
name because he had asked someone for it and he thought I was cute and with
that the possibilities were endless.

So, on the appointed day I was in line waiting to be helped when Kyran came
through the door and without hesitated came right up and stood next to me.

"Hey Perry," he said with an easy, open smile."

"Hello back Kyran," I responded with equal enthusiasm but was immediately
interrupted by the girl behind the counter asking what I wanted. Before I
could speak, Kyran said,

"Pastrami 12 inch on Italian bread, toasted with mayo put on the bun before
it goes into the toaster and pepper jack cheese."  His ordering for me
caused my jaw to drop. I stared at him and the boy laughed out loud. Again,
I loved the high pitch of his voice. The girl looked at me with a raised
eyebrow so I nodded my head and told her that was correct. She got it into
the toaster then turned to Kyran.

"Spicy Chicken on whole wheat," I told her, toasted. Kyran laughed again
and told her I was correct. When mine came out of the toaster Kyran went
ahead and told her exactly how I wanted it so of course it wouldn't do but
I did the same when it was time for the girl to finish off his sandwich and
as she did I asked him if he would like to join me at a table.

"I typically have to be home by 5 in order to let our dog out to do her
business," he said. There was a pregnant pause and then he added, "Unless
you can give me a ride home.

"I can do that," I said with a smile so we copped a booth in the front
window of the store, Kyran's backpack on the floor resting against his
leg. As we unwrapped, the boy commented about Pastrami, that he'd never
tried it. "You can have half of mine if you like Kyran," I suggested. The
boys' response was to suggest a trade that I readily agreed to so we
swapped.

"Oh man this is really good Perry," the adorable young teen said around a
mouthful of masticating Pastrami sandwich. I agreed and took a bit of his
then declared that mine was better which got a laugh.

"So, I really love your dragon shirts Perry and you have a different shirt
every time I see you," the boy said as we ate. I pointed out that he'd only
seen me 3 or 4 times but he laughed and shook his head. "More like 10 or 12
times but you didn't know it."  That certainly begged the question so I
asked it and Kyran told me that he'd seen me at Safeway, at the Mexican
restaurant in the strip mall by Subway and other places in the small
community.

"Been stalking me Kyran," I asked with a faux serious expression on my face
but the boy didn't buy it.

"Yes," he laughed again, his voice such a sweet high pitched tinkling. "Not
really," he added in a more serious tone, "at least not until I saw you
here and asked Ashley and she told me your name." He nodded his head toward
our mutual friend slash counter girl.

"I like your arm tattoo too," he said, reaching out and actually rubbing
his fingers along my forearm; the boys touch sent a slight ripple through
my body. My left arm was a brightly colored sleeve of a Chinese dragon
wrapped around my arm, winding in among clouds and Hibiscus and cherry
blossoms. It was very nicely done but nothing like the one that started at
the inner side of my right calf and wrapped upward around my leg, behind my
thigh and across my butt. It crossed over to the left side then back and
forth as it coiled upward and ended with the head on my right scapula.
Done in bright greens, orange tones, blue, black and grey it was
magnificent. I'd shown it at conventions and competitions a couple of times
and won trophies for it.

"I think dragons are so, so cool Perry," Kyran said as we both continued to
eat. "I have a few dragon things at home, like statues and stuff but I want
to collect more.

"Well," I responded with a theatrical pause, "I too have a dragon
collection that consists of over 200 pieces." I wasn't lying or
exaggerating either. Kyran's large dark eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.
"Really? Gosh I'd love to see it. Can I Perry; can I see your collection
sometime?" When I told him that I would love to show it to him he wanted to
know when.

"Any time you want Kyran. Any evening or weekend as long as I have a few
days' notice."  Kyran launched ahead and asked about the coming Friday
evening or one day over the weekend and I said that either way was fine, I
didn't have anyone to answer to.

We talked some more, Kyran telling me about himself, his age being 13 and 4
months, school, his grades, his hobbies and the things that he liked to
do. He told me he played the piano, had been taking lessons for 4 years and
really enjoyed it. I shared that I too played the ivories and his eyes lit
up again.

"Gosh Perry it seems you and me have a lot in common." I agreed with
him. He asked about me so I told him my age, what I did for a living, about
where I lived and that sort of thing. He asked if I was married and I shook
my head, asked if I'd ever been married and I shook my head then did the
same when he asked if I had a girlfriend.

"Me either, a girlfriend I mean, not married," he responded with his little
giggle. "Girls are too weird for me," he said and I agreed with him then he
surprised me.

"How about a boyfriend?" The question seemed to be honest and not prying. I
chose to answer in the same way.

"Not at the moment?" His response was almost immediate.

"Me either. Actually I've never had a boyfriend but I've thought about it."
He paused for a moment and chewed then with a grin said, "Hey, maybe we
could be boyfriends."

"I suppose that's possible. Stranger things have happened."

"Would that be strange Perry, us being boyfriends?" I shook my head and
said not really. I explained that intergenerational relationships happened
all the time. "Well, that would be interesting," he said as we finished our
sandwiches. He then said the he should be getting home so I took the clue,
we cleaned off the table and headed out the door.

"Nice Car," he said when I hit the auto unlock to a pewter Z car. Talk was
light as we headed toward home and a few minutes later I was pulling into
the driveway of the small house that Kyran called home.

"So," he said, "where should we meet and when?" I said it was up to him as
I wrote my cell number on a piece of paper and gave it to him then
suggested Friday night to which he quickly agreed. He said that he wouldn't
see me the next day, that being Thursday, so we would get together at
Subway at the usual time and go to my house from there. I agreed and the
boy left my car, me ogling his tight little butt for a moment before he
turned and waved goodbye.

I was a little anxiety ridden on Friday but not overly so. I was looking
forward to having Kyran at my house but curious as to how it was going to
go given his comments from two days before. I wondered if he was thinking
of me as boyfriend material or possibly just a sex partner, or maybe even
both. Then I chided myself for thinking such thoughts. Yes he was friendly
and cute but he was after all, still a boy.

Kyran ended up calling around 4 in the afternoon saying that he had gotten
freed up earlier than planned and we could meet earlier than planned if I
wanted to at his home. I said that was fine and 15 minutes later I picked
him up at his house. Kyran came bounding out his front door with the
typical energy of a 13 year old boy.

This time he was wearing a pair of maroon sport shorts that went about
halfway down to his knobby knees and a V neck style bright yellow short
sleeved shirt with red piping at the hems. It almost looked like soccer
uniform or something similar and the ubiquitous black and yellow backpack
slung over his shoulder only added to that image. As he came toward the car
I noticed the bulge at the front of the shorts. It wasn't real big by any
means but it was noticeable. Kyran opened the door and got it.

"Hey," he said with a wide toothy grin before he was even fully in the
car. I said hey back as he set his pack on the floor between his legs and
hooked his seat belt. I started backing out before he was hooked in and as
I shifted the car into 1st gear he asked how my day had gone. I said it was
a normal day and asked about his.

"It's been pretty great Perry. I thought about this all day"

"Really, and why is that Kyran?"

"Because I get to see your dragon collection," he said and then, in a
softer voice said, "and you." I told him I was looking forward to seeing
him as well and he seemed both surprised and thrilled at that.

"I'm glad Perry," he said and reached out to touch my arm briefly, said
touch being soft and warm. We talked more about our day as I head back to
my home and 32 mins after I'd left I was pulling back into my garage. We
got out and I waved Kyran through the door into my laundry
room-slash-pantry-slash-mud room where I had him kick off his shoes.

I couldn't help but ogle the boys' butt which proved to be very
interesting. Most shorts seem to hang on a boy but Kyran's seemed to cling
to the rounded orbs of his perfect ass, the one that I'd wanted to see but
couldn't because of his hoody. I saw it then and aside from admiring it
greatly I noticed something else. The fabric seemed to cling to the cleft
between his cheeks and I noticed on his hips what looked like a bit of a
thin lump that ran downward then disappeared. I couldn't swear to it but I
got the impression that the kid was wearing either a jockstrap or jock
style underwear and that made my dick start to respond.

The laundry room opened into the living room. I had Kyran continue through
it and through an arched doorway, all the time admiring his butt. On the
other side of the arched door was the collection and Kyran gasped when he
saw it. There were dragons everywhere. I won't try to explain it all but
there statuary of varying sizes, tea cups and saucers, napkin holders,
glasses, mugs, an antique ivory cigarette holder with dragons carved into
it, a dozen wind chimes of varying sizes hanging from the ceiling, and the
list goes on. I had a half dozen Chinese swords with engraved cases and or
dragons etched into the steel and two sets of Samurai swords, all mounted
on a wall along with a clock that was mounted on a round wooden carved
dragon.

"Wow," Kyran said as he stood taking it all in. "That is amazing Perry," he
said as he walked over to a huge stained glass multi-colored dragon. The
thing was 7 feet tall and twenty five inches wide and that didn't count the
3 inch hardwood frame that held it. The piece hung in a large picture
window, suspended from the wood window frame.

Kyran continue to wander around the room and I continued to watch him and
the more I did the more convinced I was that he was wearing a jock of some
kind under the shorts. I caught a couple of glimpses at his boy bulge, a
nice lump that a jock pouch would create.

"This is just amazing," he said when he finally stopped in the middle of
the room.

"There's more," I told him with a grin and then signaled for him to follow
me. I left through a different doorway and down a hall to my bedroom.  It
was a large and airy room dominated by a California king bed with an
elaborately carved wood headboard of 2 dragons. I led the boy into the
walk-in closet, the lights going on automatically. There were a pair of
stacked rows, each about 4 feet long, of button down shirts arranged by
color. I began pulling them off the rack to show Kyran and of course the
boy was suitably impressed. I have almost a dozen shirts that are antique,
as in over 40 years old and needless to say I rarely wear them. There are
also limited edition and thus collectable shirts. Many of the shirts are
very elaborate designs.

I moved behind him and gently put my hand on his butt as if to let him know
I was moving behind him. I could tell right off that my suspicions were
correct. There was no cloth when I touched him and the tips of my longest
fingers were right at the inward curve of his butt crack and actually went
in slightly.

"Sorry," I said as I passed behind him but Kyran just chuckled.

"It's okay, I don't mind Perry." He turned in my direction and watched as I
moved in front of a stack of 5 drawers and pulled out one that was belly
high and contained 3 dozen t-shirts; all of varying colors and all had
dragon designs.

"Wow," Kyran said for the second time. I pulled a couple out for him to
look at and of course he held them up to see how they'd fit him, and they
would. I offered so Kyran tugged his shirt off, allowing me to see his
naked torso. It was nicely enough defined. As he pulled a shirt on I saw
the waistband of his underwear and the beginning of a mesh pouch right at
the center. I was definitely correct on my assessment. After checking
himself out in a floor to ceiling mirror he took the shirt off. I asked if
he wanted to try on another and he shook his head.

"Do you have any, like, dragon underwear?"

"I've got a couple different styles Kyran," I told him.

"Can I see em," he asked excitedly. I pushed the shirt drawer closed and
pulled the top one open and got another exclamation from Kyran.

"Gosh you got a lot of underwear Perry." Indeed, I have to say that I do,
about 40 pair give or take. The majority are trunks although I have quite a
few regular briefs as well as smaller low slung briefs. I have almost every
conceivable color as well as striped ones but no plain old tighty
whities. Even the few white ones have a bold colored piping.

I pulled out a pair of shiny rayon boxers. They were a black print with
metallic red dragons throughout. I held them up for the boy to see and was
rewarded with a big grin.

"Those are freaking awesome," he said. I handed them to him and Kyran held
them up in front of him and turned them, inspecting the garment from front
to back then he held them to his waist as people do to see how they might
fit.

"You're welcome to try them on Kyran," I told him. He looked at me,
seemingly surprised that I would make that offer. "Go ahead. Bathroom is
around the corner," I said, pointing through the open doorway to another
one on a far wall. Kyran shook his head slightly, handed me the underwear,
then tugged his shorts down and stepped out of them. Standing upright he
held out his hand for the boxers. He was indeed wearing a jock strap style
underwear, the pouch a dark purple and the waistband black with the rainbow
striping around it. Kyran stepped into the boxers and pulled them up over
the nicely filled out pouch then adjusted the back. He then stepped in
front of the wall mounted mirror and checked himself out. He then took them
off and handed them to me.

"Do you have any more," the boy asked, not bothering to put his shorts back
on.

I pulled out a pair of white cotton trunks with a red dragon that ran the
length of the each leg from hem to waistband. Needless to say Kyran though
they were pretty cool and asked to try them on, which he did. I practically
stared at the pouch of his underwear as it moved about along with his body
movements. He tugged the underwear on and checked himself in the mirror,
turning so that I could admire his butt and his boy bulge. Kyran then
tugged them off and as he handed them to me asked if that was all. It was
not all. I anticipated the question and was wearing the last pair of dragon
underwear.

I nodded my head in response and unbuttoned my jeans then pushed them down
to my knees. Kyran's eyes bugged open. I was wearing a pair of dark blue
low rise no fly briefs. A white dragon ran from the left side, across my
considerable bulge and onto the right side. I am a large enough man, 7¾
thick inches when fully tumescent. My balls aren't small either so between
the two, or should I say three, things the bulge contained by the small
pouch was pretty impressive.

"Did you want to try these on too Kyran," I asked quietly. He looked at me
and the nod of his head was barely perceptible. I managed to get my jeans
off and as hooked my thumbs in my briefs and began to take them down Kyran
did the same. Kyran stared because now my huge dragon tattoo was partially
visible. We both watched each other and so I saw his boyhood charms for the
first time while he stared at mine.

Kyran had a small patch of black hair at the base of his uncut cock, the
hair sparse enough that his skin could easily be seen through it. His cock
was still soft but I detected it beginning to swell. His balls hung nicely
below, a set of medium sized eggs held one below the other in a completely
hairless sac. My own hair was kept trimmed down at the sides and top so it
created a full patch of black hair that didn't encroach into the creases of
my hip and pubic bones. I look pretty much like an average 14 year old. My
cock hung fairly long and thick and my balls hung fairly low in a shave and
smooth bag.

"My gosh you're big," Kyran whispered as I handed him the briefs. The boy
stepped into them and while they looked hot on him Kyran didn't fill them
out to their fullest. Again, he turned to inspect his butt and so did
I. The kid's ass was small and narrow yet the cheeks had some bubble to
them. It was a perfect boy butt.

"How do they look on me Perry," he asked when he turned to face me again
although his dark eyes were mostly focused on my crotch. I could see the
pouch moving.

I dropped to one knee in front of him then slid my finger inside the leg
hole to pull the bottom of the pouch down a little bit and grazing his
balls in the process before standing back up. "Good Kyran, you look very
cute in them," I said as I stood.

"Thank you," he said then in a soft voice, "How do I look out of them?" I
stepped forward and put my hands on his hips.

"I think you look very good but I might need to have a second look." I went
back to a knee and pulled the briefs down and got them off of him and he
stood before me, his young cock on the rise. "You look beautiful Kyran.
Good enough to eat." I stood up, tugging my t-shirt off then discarding it
on the floor. Kyran simply stared.

"So do you Perry. I love that huge dragon. Gosh I'm getting a boner," he
said, looking down at his cock which by then was almost fully hard, a nice
5 inches of cock. His body wasn't perfect but there was nothing wrong with
it either. He had a slight bit of baby fat at his belly but otherwise all
the creases and crevices were where they should be.

"It's a beautiful boner Kyran; I like it very much." Indeed it was and
indeed I did. He continued to stare at my cock and commented on its
lengthening and its beginning rise to glory.

"Well Kyran, being in naked and in the presence of a very cute, naked and
hard boy does that to me." Kyran grinned.

"Well I've never been around a naked hard or a man but I guess it happens
to me too." I smiled and nodded my head.

"So, remember that part about good enough to eat," I asked him and the boy
nodded his head. "Would you like to give that a try?" He nodded his head. I
dropped to my knees in front of him and took hold of his raging hard cock
and pulled it down. His swollen and red tinged cock head had been half
covered by his foreskin and instead of covering or uncovering it I simply
put my mouth over it and closed down.

Kyran inhaled sharply then moaned as I moved my head to and fro, sucking
his boner to the root before backing off. I kept my fingers on it and
slowly jacked him as I sucked. My free hand felt up his balls, earning
another sigh, then moved to grasp onto one of his butt cheeks to gently
knead the soft bubbly flesh.

"Oohhh man you're going to make me cum Perry," he moaned above me so I
stopped and stood up again and looked into Kyran's half lidded eyes. "That
was amazing Perry. Do you think I could try to do that to you?" I nodded my
head and asked if he knew what to do. The boy grinned.

"I been practicing on bananas." Kyran dropped to his knees and did what I
had done to him, pulled my cock down but surprised me by licking all over
the head first. Looking down on a cute boy while he works on your dick is
amazing. The boy finally stopped then put his mouth over my cock head and
closed down, beginning the process. Like me, Kyran held on to my cock with
one hand while he sucked me, his other hand fondled my balls.

The hot young thing lasted longer than I would have guessed but at 3
minutes he stood up, worked his jaw a little and said that his mouth was
getting sore. I asked him what he wanted to do at that point. "I think
maybe I want to cum, and watch you cum too then do some more stuff."

"That's a splendid idea Kyran." I took his hand and led him out of the
closet and to my king sized bed and tugged the covers down. I climbed on
and he followed behind me.

"Gosh your balls and your butt look awesome from this view Perry," he said,
"and the tattoo is amazing." I wiggled my ass a little bit then rolled onto
my back, Kyran coming on right alongside me. We each took hold of our own
cocks and began the process which turned out to the most erotic jack off
session I'd even participated in and totally surprised me. Kyran started
moaning softly right off the bat. His right hand went to his balls and he
began fondling them, tugging on the eggs, pulling the sac up the pushing it
down using the palm of his hand.

The hand then rubbed at his pubic bone and up to his chest and nipples and
back down again. His moaning became a little louder, Ooohhh's one after
another, over and over and was injected with bursts intensity that almost
sounded like squeaks and squeals. Kyran's free hand went back to cup his
balls, then took over jacking his raging hard boner for a moment then he
switched hands again and put the now free hand to his mouth and sucked on
his finger. Whether or not there was precum on them I don't know. Maybe he
was pretending it was a cock or maybe he liked the taste of his cock on his
finger. All I know is that he moaned even louder when he did it.

Kyran would look over at me, his eyes practically shut from the feelings of
lust running through his body. I felt my own orgasm building as I watched
him, mesmerized by the boy. His free hand slipped down under a leg and back
up to cup his balls from below. He tugged on the bag then moved his fingers
closer to his asshole, not quite touching the puckered muscle, but
close. That told me he was into ass play at least a little bit. Further it
told me that I would most likely fuck him at some point. I had no problem
with that what so ever.

Every 30 seconds or so he'd quit jacking his cock and squeeze it, or push
it down, or wrap his finger around his balls and his thumb around the base
of his boner and hold it for a moment. Or he would simply rub the entire
works roughly. Basically he did all those things that guys do with their
cocks when they're hot and their cocks are hard as a rock. You all know
what I mean.

"God Perry I want to cum really bad," Kyran finally whimpered. He almost
sounded like a frightened child but I knew there was nothing scary going on
with him. The moaning continued and he tugged on his nuts. His jacking
became more frantic, as did mine.

"Ooooohhh shiiiiiit," he finally cried out, his high pitched voice almost
sounding like a girl. I watched him slow his stroke, keeping his foreskin
retracted then a small stream of white goo spit out like a pea from a
straw. The glob hit his neck.

"Fuck I'm cumming," groaned. Kyran watched me as he continued to jack off,
his cock spitting out another glob of young boy sperm just as mine fired
off at spectacular stream that landed on my chest. Kyran's eyes alternated
rapidly between looking at my cock and his own ejaculation but his had
moved into the oozing stage and not much of that. Mine on the other hand
had produced 3 more streams of sperm that landed everywhere from my nipples
to my naval with droplets of cum landing all over the place and more of the
stuff oozing out of my swollen cock head to run down over my thumb and fall
off onto my heaving belly.

We both lay there panting for a bit, Kyran idly play with his balls while
his other hand rubbed his fresh squeezed young sperm. He finally spoke.

"That's a lot of cum Perry. Do you always make much of sperms?" I nodded my
head.

"Most of the time, yes." Kyran thought about that for a second.

"Gosh I don't think I could swallow all that sperm. It would squirt out my
mouth." He paused and seemed to actually blush. "I mean, if I was sucking
your cock and you cummed." I smiled at the boy and asked if that was
something he might want to try. He nodded his head.

"So, when do you have to be home Kyran?" I swear that his face split open
in a wide grin.

"Not till noon tomorrow."