Date: Thu, 9 Jun 2011 06:34:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tallon's Little Fetish

"I love it when you hold me," Tallon whispered, so softly that I almost
didn't hear him.

"That's good cuz I really love holding you," I whispered in his ear. He
pressed a little harder on my arm that he was holding against his chest and
sighed heavily. I could feel the warmth of his bare butt against my pubic
bone.

"Look Blake, a shooting star," the boy said, taking his arm from above mine
and pointing. I had seen it of course since the only light we had was
provided by the ba-zillion stars that were lighting up the cloudless night
sky.

"Make a wish Tallon." A moment later he asked if I wanted to know what he'd
wished and I explained that according to lore one wasn't suppose to share
their wish with anyone because then it couldn't come true. He nodded his
head then started to move so I loosened an already loose grip and he turned
around to face me. He snuggled in a little closer and I felt his softened
cock against my belly. He threw one leg over mine so I let my hand drape
across the small of his back and slightly onto the rising mound of his
incredible butt; his hand rested against my upper arm.

"I wish I could stay like this forever." He leaned forward and kissed me
gently on the lips.

"Was that the wish you made?" I asked him. Tallon blinked his eyes a couple
of times.

"If I said that it was then it couldn't come true so I'm not gonna tell you
if it was or if it wasn't. I might have wished for a new X-box or a bright
red Challenger with fat tires."

"Ahhh," I said, somewhat sagely I thought. "Of course if we stayed like
this forever you know that the X-box ain't gonna happen."

"I know," he said softly and snuggled his head onto the front of my
shoulder. We lay there quietly for another few minutes. Tallon's hand had
moved under mine and was hanging over my rib cage, his fingers trailing
idly on my back while my hand had moved onto the globes of his butt,
rubbing up and down on the mounds of flesh and occasionally running along
the cleft that separated the two.

I wondered to myself what Harry would say if I told him I was willing to
foster Tallon since at that point in time his stay with me would end toward
the end of August, a day that was approaching faster than I would have
liked or chosen.

Tallon had come to stay with me the second week of May by order of the
Family and juvenile court judge Harrison "Harry" Armstrong. The 14 year old
had been pulled from his previous foster home and was now considered a sex
offender. He'd spent 3 months in a lock down facility that treated
adolescent sex offenders which I thought in many cases was ludicrous but
that was only my opinion. I wasn't convinced that every kid that was
labeled a sex offender really and truly deserved that moniker and I
certainly hadn't been convinced that Tallon had deserved it. Regardless, he
needed to go somewhere after treatment and I was a logical choice for
Harry.

I had a unique position in life. After a stint in the Navy as a chopper
pilot I'd gone to school to complete a 4 year degree in psychology then
switched to law. I'd graduated in the top 5% of my class and gone on to
start my own small firm and a few years later had taken on a client who was
going up against a large corporation in a wrongful death suit of her
husband. It was like something out of a John Grisham novel and we ended up
wining a hefty settlement of which I got a third. After that much
publicized win other cases fell out of the woodwork. I won some and I lost
some, winning more than I lost, and I made a shit load of money in the
process. Then 2 things happened.

I'd been t-boned by a truck driver for an internationally known
company. Said driver had a history of substance use and the company had
swept at least 1 other accident under the carpet. Seems the guy had a
relative or friend that was somehow connected to the upper echelon of the
company which was why the sweeping had been managed. Needless to say I
filed a lawsuit within 24 hours of the accident and within another 24
discovered the previous cover-up. My threatened lawsuit was in the mid 7
figures and before I'd gotten out of the hospital their representative was
offering me a really decent out of court settlement. I took it.

The second thing that had happened was my uncle, my mom's oldest brother,
had a heart attack and needed someone to take over the business that had
been in my family for 4 generations. We owned a 223 acre farm in the
foothills of a major mountain chain. Way back in the day my
great-grandfather had led pack trains into the mountains and surrounding
national forest. History said he had been the best tracker to have ever
lived in the area. My uncle said that Frank could track an ant over
rock. In any case as the days of mountain pack trains waned my family
started doing contract work for the US forest service. We cleared trails
and forest service roads as well as emptying the trash cans that sat at the
numerous trail heads into the park. We had owned our helicopters since the
early 60's so during the summer we worked fire watch from time to time as
well as participated in search and rescue and from time to time flew tours
or hired out for logging companies or other big business. I started flying
when I was 14 so when I was looking at joining the Navy they snapped me
right up.

When my uncle asked if I was ready to give up the big city rat race and get
back to nature where I belonged I didn't have to give it much thought. I
sold my law firm, my multi-million dollar home in an exclusive gated
community and the Mercedes. I unloaded everything but my book collection
went back to my roots.

Judge Harry Armstrong and I had grown up together. He'd lived up on the
farm and worked for us during the summer from middle school through high
school. Many was the time we'd sat in his chambers and reminisced about the
idyllic days of our youth wandering the mountains for both work and play.

Harry hadn't exactly been a hellion in middle school but he was close to
it. My grandfather had been the one to suggest he spend that first summer
with us but Harry actually ended up spending an entire year with us and the
experience turned the boy around.  The spring after I'd returned to Hidden
Valley Farm, which was the legal, albeit cliché, name of the property,
Harry called and said he wanted to come out over a long weekend. We rode
horses, took the chopper out, sat by the fireplace and sipped 80 year old
Courvoisier from hundred year old Waterford snifters. We reminisced, we
laughed, we teared up over the death of my grandfather at age 88.

"Old Cookie was the best," Harry said, referring to gramps by the nick name
that he'd had most of his adult life. "I wouldn't be where I am today if he
hadn't spent so much time on me," Harry said with a slight catch in his
voice. "So, he said after a pause, "I'm wondering if you'd be willing to
take on a wayward kid from time to time. I've had a few through my court
that could have used Cookie's touch; it might have helped make a difference
for some of those boys. You're a lot like him you know, more than what you
think." There was more to the discussion but that was the salient
issue. When Harry drove off Sunday after lunch I was sure he was smiling.

I got my first kid a couple months later and he stayed with me for 3
months. I had a respite for a few months then another boy who was with me
for 4 months. He literally cried when he found out he was going back home
to his alcoholic mother. I felt bad for him but there wasn't anything I
could do. By the time I got Tallon I'd been at the farm for 5 years and had
temporary custody of a dozen and a half boys. Every so often I'd have 2 at
the same time but that was rare. I have to say here that I wasn't sexually
involved with most of them although I did see each and every one of them in
every stage of dress or undress imaginable. By direction from the court I
also conducted random urine tests on all of them and the requirement was
that they stand facing me, jeans open and underwear below their dicks.
There was no chance of a switcheroo or wizzonator or any other hanky panky
taking place. And it would be done precisely as directed; no negotiation,
no substitutions. Any argument could mean an immediate return to
confinement which is where most of my kids came from. The boys were all
pretty cool with it since they were used to piss tests.

Harry had called and asked if I'd take Tallon, gave me a brief rundown on
his history and circumstances. He'd been found guilty of exposing himself
to a preteen that was also in foster care and the foster parents somehow
found out although that was still under examination. As I said before,
Tallon had to spend some time in treatment for sex offenders before coming
to live with me.

So it was that at 2 on a Monday afternoon I was waiting for the boy at the
airport just outside the city limits of the town where I lived. The state
had chosen to fly him to me on the local commuter turbo-prop as opposed to
spending 4 times that amount to have me fly or drive to the city and
transport him myself. I was waiting outside the small terminal building
when the plane pulled up and began disgorging passengers. Since he was the
only kid on the 12 passenger plane it wasn't difficult to spot him.

He was an average size and weight for 14 and some months. His blond hair
was cut short on the sides and back that got longer as it went up then more
so from his crown to his bangs and turned into an unruly thatch on top and
in the front. He was wearing black jeans and high tops, an old Metallica
t-shirt and zip up the front hooded sweatshirt that was unzipped. He saw
me, the only person on tarmac and approached with a wary look on his
face. As he closed on me I took in his facial features; pale, unblemished,
dark brown eyebrows that were barely visible under his bangs and large ice
blue eyes. He was a good looking boy that would likely grow up into a
handsome man. I extended my hand to him.

"Blake McCleary," I said, "You must be Tallon." He nodded his head and set
his carry on down. I asked if he had another bag and he nodded his head so
we stood and waited until the handlers wheeled their cart to where we all
milled about. Tallon pulled his battered roller off the top and tugged the
handle up and I said "let's go." He followed me the 100 feet over to where
the chopper sat inside a large red circle that was painted onto the macadam
to mark the landing area.

"A helicopter," he said, stating the obvious with a little trepidation in
his voice.

"Yup, ever flown before?" Tallon shook his head and said that the flight
over from the city had been his first time on an airplane. "Well, this one
will probably be a little more exciting, although much shorter. I opened
the rear door of the Bell 206L-R and stowed his bags under the cargo
netting behind the rear seat then directed him to climb in the front. I
showed him how to buckle the 4 point restraints then told him he could put
on the headset in front of him if he wanted to listen in on the
conversation as well as talk with me.

"How long will this take," he asked and I told him maybe 10 minutes. When
he asked why we didn't just drive I told him it was almost 30 minutes by
car. I buckled in, put on my aviator glasses and then my head set and
started the process by flipping toggle switches and talking with the
tower. Three minutes later we were lifting off. Out of the corner of my eye
I saw Tallon grasp his armrests and look out his side window. 10 second
later we headed over the town of 18 thousand people and heading toward the
mountains.

The farm sits at about 1200 feet above sea level at the end of a valley,
the foothills rising steeply on 3 out of 4 sides. On Tallon's side he could
see the blacktopped ribbon of 4 lane interstate highway that headed east up
to the mountain pass where settlers had traveled a couple hundred years
before. We crossed over a ridge and dropped down into my valley and I
pointed out the farm ahead.

It really was a beautiful place; a rolling meadow amidst old growth timber
with the Skeekum River tumbling along one side, winding its way to the sea
some 40 miles away. I'd had a log home started before I'd moved to the
place, the 100 year old log cabin that my ancestors built no longer
inhabitable in my opinion. It wasn't a huge place, 4000 square feet with 4
bedrooms and 4½ baths. Because of the winter snows the thick cedar shake
roof was steeply pitched to prevent a snow buildup and a covered porch
surrounded all sides which was necessary because of snow and rain. A shop
sat some 100 feet from the cabin and housed the various vehicles and
equipment necessary for living in that environment and the tools to repair
them. Another hundred feet from the shop was the helo landing where I
gently sat us down. It was a unique set up that I'd designed myself. The
building for the helicopter sat on rails and could be moved to completely
house the chopper. Similar to an automatic garage door it was moved by a
chain run by electric motor and could cover or uncover the helicopter in
less than 4 minutes. A roll up door covered the open end. Both buildings
were made of sheet metal and fully insulated above R-25

As we closed in on the landing pad my 3 SAR labs were running to greet us
and as soon as we got out had to investigate Tallon while I pulled his
luggage out. As we headed up the walkway toward the cabin Tallon said
"That's a lot of wood," referring to the 20 feet of split and stacked
firewood that sat under a half filled open shed between the shop and the
cabin. Indeed it was and by summer's end the boy would be responsible for
filling the empty space. I kept a minimum of 5 cord of wood on hand at all
times and during the winter that was doubled or even trebled. While the
entire farm had electric power I utilized wood heat a great deal during the
winter in both the shop and the cabin because I liked it. The river
provided water and hydro electric power so I was completely off the grid,
something I dearly loved. The free power allowed me the extravagance of
providing heat beneath all walkways and parking areas around the buildings
during winter. For the long road between the highway and the farm I had a
removable plow blade for the Power Wagon. The snow could get pretty deep
sometimes.

"Can you swim in that pond down there," the boy asked, pointing to a body
of water about the size of an acre.

"Sure, if you don't mind having your balls shrunk up to your sternum," I
told him.

"That's funny," Tallon said with a laugh. "Cold huh?"

"Very. It's fed by the river which is snow melt." He asked if there were
fish in it and I said that there were. I'd had it stocked. When one enters
my home from the garage they come into a mud room that had a utility sink
along with washer and dryer, a freezer and lots of storage. Coming in like
we did, through the double front doors is another story. The entry has a
heated slate floor and is maybe 12 x 20 feet. The entire left wall is
closet area and the right side has a wood railing that looks down into the
great room which is hexagonal in shape, is 3 steps lower than the rest of
the house and is an open 2 stories. Straight ahead is the kitchen but just
before the kitchen is a hallway to the left that goes to a half bath and an
office slash guest bedroom.

Right where you go into the kitchen or down the steps into the great room
is a massive wall of river rock that houses the fireplace in the living
room. On the kitchen side of it is an open wood burning oven as well as a
warming oven. On the living room side the stone goes up two full
stories. On the other side of the rock wall is the dining area which is an
alcove overlooking the great room.  When the steps went down into the great
room a staircase ran across the front of the fireplace wall to the second
floor loft that overlooks the great room and halls lead to the 4 bedrooms
and a bathroom.

As I said, the great room was cathedral style. The walls were all triple
pane argon filled glass although the lower level and top level were divided
into stories separated by logs. The bottom floor windows were pretty much
normal but the top ones were more of geometrically shaped. The massive
fireplace was my own design. Like a wood stove, the firebox was steel but
it was double walled with a 12 inch space between the box wall and an outer
wall. With a roaring fire that space was heated up to 800 degrees and a
series of small fans blew the heated air out into the room. It was very
similar to a fireplace insert without looking like one. The front was open
like a fireplace but had glass doors that were hidden behind a thin wall of
rock that could be closed. While not exactly air tight they fit very snugly
and could damper a fire quite satisfactorily. Needless to say the ceilings
were all open log beam and all railings were log as well.

The front of the house was widely decked and looked down onto the tumbling
river or up to the mountains that rose majestically in front of it like a
mythical monster. In the winter snow it was deliriously beautiful.

"Wow, this is freaking awesome," Mr. McCleary. Indeed it was.

"Call me Blake. Come on I'll show you your room. My room was at the top of
the stairs above the kitchen and Tallon's was around a corner from it. It
was large and airy, had a padded window seat that doubled as a dresser with
4 large drawers and had a great view of the valley.

"Oh my gosh." He stood there looking for a moment then said, "I've never
seen a bedroom this nice let alone had one."

"Well it's yours for the next 3 months or so. You'll be responsible for
keeping it looking just like it does now and that includes making the bed
before you come down to breakfast. Since no one else will be using the
bathroom down the hall it will also be your responsibility which includes a
complete cleaning once a week." I didn't really want to dive right in to
that part of things but I never was one to pass up an opportunity.

"So, you can take the time to put your things away right now or, I can give
you a tour of the place." He elected to take the tour so we headed back
downstairs and I showed him the rest of the house then we headed back
outside with the labs right on our heels. We spent the next couple of hours
walking the property, showing him where things were and explaining some of
the tasks that he would be responsible for around the farm. I also told him
some of the work that I did for the forest service and that we'd actually
be on the mountain roads quite a bit.

"So basically I'm here to work for you for the summer without getting
paid?" He finally said, but not unkindly. I shook my head.

"Not at all. Actually I can hire people to do all this stuff and you will
paid although not what I might pay someone I hired. No, the reason for you
being here is to maybe give you a shot at trying something else, to maybe
learn a different way of behaving, of living, to maybe learn some
responsibility." I told him about the boys that had spent time here before
and how most of them have gone on to improve their lives, some of them
actually going to college.

"Will we be riding the horses?" He asked as we left the barn. I nodded my
head while asking if he'd ever ridden before. Tallon moved his head in the
opposite direction.

"I've never done anything really."

"Well," I said, giving him a hearty clap on the shoulder, "You're gonna get
the opportunity to try a lot of things over the next few months and I'll
bet that when it's all said and done you're gonna be feeling pretty proud
of yourself." That earned me a huge face splitting grin that showed lots of
straight white teeth.

"I hope so." Back up at the house I showed him the shop where I kept the
sno-cats, a couple ATV's, a Kubota tractor with half yard bucket, and my
work horse; the 1954 Dodge Power Wagon that my grandfather had purchased
right off the showroom floor. The thing was a monster. I'd had a full
restoration done on her, added a 340 magnum mill and giant bias off road
tires. In four wheel drive I swear it could practically make a vertical
climb. It had a flat bed with custom made removable wood sides, a heavy
duty T-Max winch mounted on the front bumper with 200 feet of cable that
was tested at 12,000 pounds. There was more but the short version was that
it was a God send in mountain conditions, especially mud or snow.

We spent another 20 minutes or so nosing around when Tallon said he needed
to pee.

"I guess this would be as good a time as any to do a urine test then," I
said. I didn't know if he'd been front loaded to that or not but he didn't
seem to bat an eyelash so we headed back toward the house. I'd had plans to
toss a couple steaks on the grill and my tummy was telling me it was time
to do that so the timing was perfect all the way around.

We went upstairs to my bathroom where I kept all my UA supplies. I got the
things I'd need while Tallon unsnapped and unzipped then waited. He was
standing sideways to me and I was sure that I was going to have to tell him
how we needed to proceed but he surprised me. When I set the cup on the
back of the toilet Tallon stepped to the side of the bowl, pulled his
t-shirt up out of the way then shoved his jeans and underwear down
slightly. He put his right hand into his underwear and used a thumb and
forefinger to haul his cock out. I could easily see that the rest of his
fingers were curved down under his balls.

"Is this okay," he asked, looking me in the eyes. I nodded my head. The kid
was well enough hung; would probably run just around 7 inches long, was of
a respectable girth and of course he was clipped and snipped. The moss at
the base of his boyhood pride and joy was the color of wet sand and while
it started down onto his sac at the base of his cock it sort of looked like
his balls were mostly hairless. His fuzz made a nice neat nest of curls
that hadn't yet encroached into the crease at the juncture of his pelvis
and hips. Tallon reached for the cup with his left hand and put it up under
the tip of the perfectly shaped head and waited. Because his eyes were
glued to what he was doing he didn't know that I was scanning him intently,
wanting to memorize his boyhood charms for future reference.

He finally managed to get a stream started, filled the cup about half way
and started to hand it to me. I directed him to set it on the back of the
toilet and he did then let the rest of his offering flow into the
bowl. Interestingly enough he took his hand away and let himself hang,
offering me an unobstructed view, one that I admired. I went about dipping
the 6 test panel into the amber liquid then setting it on its wrapper and
waited. Tallon finished pissing then put his hand back in to gently shake
and then milk any residual pee out before tucking himself back in. He
didn't zip or button but seemed to wait, the white fabric of his briefs
still showing through the flaps of his jeans.

"Good," said a few minutes later when the test showed negative across the
board. Only then did the boy button and zip. I had him pour his urine into
the toilet; we tossed everything else in the trash and headed back
downstairs to start dinner.

Over the next week Tallon and I fell into a routine. Up at 6:30, breakfast
at 7, out the door by 7:45. Initially Tallon was suppose to get himself up
and when I didn't hear any sign of his being up and about by 6:45 that
first morning I went up and found him sound asleep, his alarm beeping. It
took a about a half minute of shaking his foot and then his shoulder before
he finally woke up. He was shocked that he'd overslept, tossed the covers
off and got up. It didn't seem to bother him, or he didn't realize, that he
was full on morning boy hard, the front of his briefs tenting admirably.

"I'm so sorry Blake," he said, still half asleep and all but ran out of the
room and into the bathroom. I smiled to myself and went back downstairs,
Tallon joining me a scant 15 minutes later; damp hair akimbo, shoes untied
and the zipper of his jeans still down. He was apologetic as all hell but
since he made it to breakfast on time I told him no harm no foul. After
breakfast we went out to the shop and rummaged through my gear locker, a
collection of work boots, sweatshirts, flannel shirts in a multitude of
sizes. We found things to fit him, tossed the sacked lunch into the Power
Wagon along with a large camping thermos of ice water and off we went.

There were hundreds of hiking trails in the national forest and at the head
of each one was a large trash can. There were also trash cans at some trail
ends and some lookouts along the trails. They were too far and between for
the rangers or maintenance crews to handle so my family had been
contracting to do the job in the more remote or harder to access spots. We
also cut up downed trees or brush that blocked roads and trails so carried
a full compliment of tools; 16" and a 24" Stihl's, gas can, spare chains,
axe, mauls, and wedges on the rack or in the large toolbox just behind the
cab. I also carried a dozen rolls of toilet paper in the event the crappers
were out. I dumped the garbage bags at one of the main ranger stations and
any wood that I cut I got to keep. Sometimes there were other tasks that
needed done and I was called at home when they cropped up.

We got home between 4 & 5:30, had dinner by 6, sometimes showered depending
on the work day and were in bed by 10:30. I limited TV to 2 hours per night
so the rest of the time was spent reading, chatting, shooting some stick in
the rec room or playing games. I taught Tallon how to play cribbage,
heart's, gin rummy and various other games. Growing up we didn't have
computers or TV on the farm so one had to provide their own entertainment.

As I said, Tallon was originally supposed to get himself up but the kid was
a heavy sleeper so I took on the task of waking him every morning. It gave
me an excuse to be in his room at a time which opened up a host of
possibilities, such as the morning hard on. We had also fallen into the
routine of me tucking him in at night although I didn't really. I did
process the day with him however and the dim light of the room offered up
the safety and security of taking the risk to talk about things that were
less comfortable in the light, as you shall see.

So, frequently Tallon got right up when I finally woke him so his morning
boner became routine as well. Tallon ignored it at first but it wasn't long
before he would push, pull, or otherwise fiddle with it briefly, like any
other male, when he first got up. Sometime the boy would stretch, scratch
his belly, his balls or his butt before finally wandering into the
bathroom. His morning erection was one of the first intimate discussions he
had initiated at bedtime.

"Does it bother you when I get up in the morning with a stiff dick Blake?"
He asked one night about 2 weeks into our relationship.

"Not at all Tallon; why should it?"

"I dunno, it seems kind of weird somehow." I was sitting on the edge of the
bed, his smooth young face barely visible in the dark.

"Well," said, "When I was in boot camp we were getting woke up at odd hours
and someone always had a hard on, in fact many guys did. You get used to it
although sometimes a drill sergeant would say something like, "You glad to
see me recruit," or some other teasing remark. A guy always answered "Sir,
yes sir," because if he didn't the DI would go on about why the guy didn't
like him. Of course even when he said yes, the DI would have some rude
comment."

That story made Tallon laugh and he even commented, "That's funny."

"So even adult guys wake up like that?" I told him that indeed they often
times did.

"But why is that Blake?" I explained the piss hard on theory along with REM
sleep. He seemed to get it but said, "I guess I associate boners with sex
and I guess I didn't want you to think that I think about sex all the
time." I chuckled.

"But you do, all boys do. Sex is very important at your age Tallon. But no,
I don't think that about you. Erections are a normal part of being a male,
generally they're welcome and sometimes they're not. Such is life." The boy
was quiet for a moment then said more quietly,

"I guess I do think about it a lot, sex I mean. In treatment they said it
was normal but then taught us ways to counter deviant thoughts about it or
when we thought about it too much. There was a boy in treatment because he
masturbated all the time, like 10 times a day or more. I thought I did it a
lot, almost every day and sometimes 3 or 4 times in a day but not that
freaking much. You'd think his dick would get raw. The kid was a weirdo
anyway, even without the masturbation part." I was a little surprised at
the flow of the conversation but of course kept my mouth shut. Clearly
Tallon felt safe in processing with me. Neither of us said anything for a
good 30 seconds so I took that as a cue, said goodnight and stood up. As an
afterthought I reached down and ruffled his hair.

"Sleep well Tallon," and headed out of the room and before I got to the
door, in a quiet voice, he said,

"Thanks Blake." I stopped.

"You're welcome Tallon. You can always talk with me about anything, but
thank you too for sharing with me."

The next morning when I went in to wake him up I saw his underwear laying
along side the bed. I smiled as I stood next to the bed because even from
there I could see that they were a little stiff. I shook him awake and as
usual the boy swung out of bed and stood right up. His young cock was fully
tumescent, standing tall, proud, and firm in front of his flat belly. The
boy was easily 7-1/2 inches long and fairly thick, the head a deep red from
the blood that was trapped there. His balls, warm from the bed, hung low
below his cock and as I'd noticed before they were pretty much void of any
hair except that which was growing around the base of his boyhood pride and
joy. They were a nice size too.

Tallon was standing there for a good 5 seconds, seemingly forgetting that
he was naked until his hand went down to scratch the underside of his sac.

"Oh shit," he said, clearly startled, "I forgot," and quickly put both
hands in front to cover himself.

"It's okay, don't sweat it, I'll leave," and I immediately turned and
headed out of the room. He's definitely a healthy boy, I thought to myself
and immediately wondered what he'd feel like in my mouth. I heard Tallon
head to the bathroom right behind me and tempted though I was to turn
around a gaze on him again, I resisted the temptation. He finally came down
for breakfast but was a little subdued. About half way through a stack of
pancakes he said,

"I had an accident last." I nodded my head, said uhuh. "I had a wet dream,"
he added.

"Okay," responded then added, "But you don't owe me an explanation Tallon,
honest." He gave me a weak grin and went on eating. The rest of the day was
pretty normal. That night I went to his room and sat on the bed as
usual. He asked me a couple of questions regarding some work we'd done that
day and then he was quiet. I was thinking that was the end of it and
preparing to stand up but he spoke again, this time in more of a little boy
voice.

"I lied to you this morning," he said, "about what happened last night." I
didn't say anything so he went on. "I didn't have a wet dream. I
masturbated."

"Okay. Thank you for being honest although it doesn't matter one way or
another to me Tallon. It's your life and your experience." He didn't seem
to hear me.

"I got so horny talking about boners and beatin off and stuff and I haven't
done it for like 5 days or something so it was like, I almost felt like I
had to."  I didn't say anything although I thought about it and started to
but he spoke again.

"You're not mad at me for it are you Blake, or for lying about it?"

"No Tallon, I'm not in the least mad, you have physical needs just like the
rest of us and I'm not at all mad about you not being truthful about
it. That's a private part of your life and you're not required to share it
with anyone." We were both quiet for a moment then I said, "Five days huh?"

"Yeah."

"Must have generated a lot of cum."

"Oh yeah, it was awesome Blake, you should have seen it, I shot all the way
up to my pillow." Then he realized that perhaps I didn't want or need to
have quite so much detail and quickly apologized. "I'm sorry Blake, I guess
you don't need to hear that."

I laughed. "Look, I understand completely Tallon. I was a boy once, and I'm
still a male. You almost feel the need to share a great cum shot with
someone; it seems a shame to have to keep that to yourself." Tallon laughed
then, the tension gone.

"Yeah, exactly. Have you ever felt like that, as an adult I mean?" I
explained that I didn't feel as compelled as an adult; not like when I was
a teenager." Again, the silence.

"You're really cool Blake. You understand stuff. I'm really glad I can live
here with you."

"Thank you Tallon. You're pretty cool yourself and I'm glad you're here
too." Then I took a huge risk. I leaned down and kissed him gently on the
forehead. "Sleep well Tallon."

The next few days, mornings and evenings were mostly uneventful. Tallon
continued to bound out of bed, generally seemed to be hard as a rock inside
his underwear but didn't seem phased by it. At night we talked in the
dwindling light, getting a little deeper, a little more honest. And I
kissed him goodnight, always on the forehead, and ruffled his hair before I
left the room. Saturday came and we both slept in; me only an hour and
Tallon until about 9.

He came padding downstairs wearing only a t-shirt and boxers, the latter
with a South Park motif, and I fed him breakfast. We had barely gotten the
dishes in the dishwasher I got a phone call for an SAR mission. A couple of
hikers had not returned to camp the night before. A bastard search had
already been done and they needed me to work the chopper so the dogs stayed
home but less than 10 minutes later Tallon and I were in the air. I stopped
at the ranger station to pick up a spotter and we were off again and in
another 5 minutes we were over our assigned area and I began working the
grid.

It's a long and often laborious process and after 2 hours we needed to set
the Helo down and relax our eyes and muscles and refuel. We were back at it
in 20 minutes. We were 35 minutes into it when Tallon thought he spotted
something so I came back around and sure enough the two hikers were
standing alongside a small creek waving their arms like crazy. There wasn't
any room to set down so I radioed in our coordinates which were forwarded
to the County Sheriff's SAR team and 15 minutes later their chopper showed
up. We remained on station and watched them drop a man down. He reported
that a female had an injured ankle, possibly a fracture so a basket, in
this case a chair, was lowered for the victim. We didn't stay around any
longer but headed back to base to drop off the spotter then headed home but
not before Tallon received lots of kudos for a job well done.

The rest of the day was uneventful and I decided to drive down into town
for dinner instead of fixing it at home. I'd had a hankering for fish and
chips and a local eatery served up some of the best I'd ever eaten. Back at
home I threw a DVD into the player and Tallon surprised me by sitting close
to me on the sofa. The boy had begun initiating more physical contact,
nothing really big, but still it was contact. That night, when we did our
talking in the dark routine and after I'd kissed his forehead, Tallon asked
if he could have a hug. Needless to say I didn't refuse and when I leaned
down he threw his arms around my neck giving me a pretty solid hug.

Sunday night there was a pause in our nightly chat and that was okay; often
it was a prelude to something important and this time it turned out to be
extremely important. Tallon finally spoke but in a more quiet voice.

"Blake, I want to tell you something but I'm nervous." There wasn't much I
could say but okay. "Well, um, did anyone tell you why I had to do
treatment?" I told him no. There was another pause before he went on. "I,
um, I masturbated in front of another boy, a 10 year old boy, another
foster kid."

"I see." He was quiet for a moment.

"But there's more. I can't explain it but I really liked it; a lot. It was
the hottest thing ever for me having him watch and when I came it the best
cum that I'd had in a long time." I chose not to say anything and so there
was another pause before he went on.

"Do you think that's weird Blake, to get off on having someone watch you?"
I shook my head.

"No Tallon, it's not particularly weird. I think it's not uncommon for boys
for feel like that and I have no doubt that there are adult men who feel
the same way."

"Have you ever felt like that Blake, that you wanted to do it in front of
someone?" I explained that I hadn't wanted to per se but that when I'd done
it with other boys, all of us jacking off together, it was hot having
another boy check me out while I was doing it. After that it wasn't
uncommon and it progressed to doing each other which was also very hot. We
talked some more about it, what it was like for Tallon. Finally he said,

"Blake. My dick is so hard just talking about it."

"Are you thinking that you want to do it now, in front of me Tallon?"

"Would it make you mad Blake? I don't want to make you mad at me."

"No Tallon, I'm not mad at you at all. I think it's pretty much harmless
unless of course it's against someone's wishes or, like what happened to
you with a person who is quite a bit younger than you are. So, yes, it you
want me to, I'll watch you, or leave the room if you want."

"No, don't leave. Please."

"Okay," I said in as Calm a voice as I could muster. The idea of watching
this young cutie jack off made my stomach rumble like crazy. I'd enjoyed it
as a boy, watching another boy love himself, and thinking about Tallon
doing it made my dick get hard in a rush.

Tallon's hands were both under the covers fiddling around. "I'm kind of
nervous Blake. I've never done it in front of an adult before. Is there
enough light, can you see okay," he asked, genuine concern in his voice. It
was in fact getting dark so I got up and went out and flipped a hall light
on then went back in his room and closed the door so that there was enough
light to see by but not for him to be to embarrassed.

I sat down on the bed and things were quiet for a moment then Tallon said
he thought he was ready. He pulled his hands out from under the covers and
proceeded to push them down to his knees exposing his underwear, which
fortunately were briefs. I got up and moved the blankets out of the way in
order for the boy to have as much room as he needed. I was sitting next to
his knees so my view was extraordinary.

Tallon's cock was straining at the white cotton fabric of his briefs. He
put his hands on his chest, I assumed, to give me an opportunity to see him
like that before he put both hands over his cock and his balls. He squeezed
up and down the length of his cock and cupped his nuts at the same
time. His eyes alternated between looking at me and looking down at his
crotch. He finally hooked his fingers in the red lined waistband and
started to pull his underwear off, lifting his slender butt up off the bed
and getting them down over his glorious globes before revealing himself to
me. He pulled the clothing down slowly, savoring the moment, tugging at the
sides so that I had an unobstructed view of him as well. Inch after inch
was exposed until he got his underwear down to his knees then he lay there
letting me soak him in.

The boy was magnificent. His cock was thicker than I would have imagined;
the head a red tinge. In the dim light I could see it pulse with every beat
of his 14 year old heart. He then shoved the underwear down to his ankles
and pulled one foot out and bent it at the knee, spreading his thighs
apart. Tallon's balls we at full hang, the large eggs resting against his
flesh. I practically licked my lips.

Tallon's hands moved to his belly and rubbed a little bit, the fingers
finally finding their way into the sandy patch of moss. His right hand
turned upward and grasped onto his raging hard cock in a full hand grip and
he began to jack off slowly. His other hand rubbed on his thigh, the
fingers moving onto the soft pale inner flesh before they slid down between
his sac and leg.

Tallon's hand moved lovingly up and down, his eyes watching his hand, then
looking at me and moving back to watching himself. He moved the free hand
up to take hold of his cock at the base then had the right hand slide back
and forth across the rim of his cock head. I knew that his hand was barely
touching the head creating more of a tickling sensation, raising his heat
level. With his thumb holding his dick upright he then gripped onto the
swollen head and twisted his hand as if unscrewing a bottle then started to
jack off that way, twisting and pumping at the same time, his seeping
precum working as a lube. Every once in a while his body would jerk as the
sensations peaked and then ebbed.

"Fuck Blake this is so hot having you watch me," he said in a husky
whisper. I watched his belly muscles tense and relax as he got closer to an
orgasm. I heard some low moans coming from deep in his throat and saw as
well as heard his breathing begin to quicken, saw his narrow hips begin to
thrust upward ever so slightly.

As Tallon stroked, the fingers of his left hand were poking gently at his
balls, sometimes pulling the smooth hairless scrotal skin. When he moved
his fingers out of the way I could see the large eggs move inside his sac,
the sac itself staying pretty much in on place as his hand rose and fell.

My own dick was raging. I wanted so badly to haul it out so that Tallon
could see it for I was certainly in tune with the notion of how hot it was
having an observer. I knew it would be hot for Tallon was well. Watching
another guy love himself was right up there in the hotness arena.

"Soon Blake; I'm gonna cum soon. His left hand moved down to cup his balls,
to pull and squeeze them as a fog of hotness completely enveloped him. He
picked up speed, his belly tensed and relaxed more frequently and all of a
sudden the boy was there. He slowed his stroke to almost nothing, raised
his head off the pillow in order to witness his ejaculation and then he
groaned.

Watching Tallon cum was just short of unbelievable. The first jet was a
long ropey strand of sperm that hit his right cheekbone and stretched down
under his jaw line leaving the very tail end of it to burp out of his slit
and down across his thumb. The second jet broke into 2 separate strands,
one landing on his throat and the other on his upper chest. There were 4
more separate and distinct squirts of cum, all the while other globs were
flowing freely out of his pee hole or dropping off of the main glob, and
running down the shaft onto his thumb and then into his moss or onto his
pubic bone. After the first squirt Tallon's head went backwards onto his
pillow and he continued to moan as the incredible cumming feeling ripped
through his adolescent body like a tornado.

Tallon slowed his stroke way down to a milking and causing more young sperm
to ooze out into a cold an unproductive world. He finally stopped, looked
at the goo on his thumb then wiped it on his thigh. His torso was covered
in shiny white goo, the nectar of his tender young balls. I didn't produce
that much liquid.

Tallon's eyes were still closed so I did what I could to adjust myself. I
didn't particularly want him to know that I'd gotten hard over his
show. Not sure why though. He finally opened his eyes and looked at me, a
silly smile on his smooth young face.

"That was fucking awesome Blake, seriously." Then he looked at his torso.
"God what a mess." He bent the leg that still had his underwear around the
ankle, snagged the briefs, then went about trying to clean up as much of
the mess as possible starting with the glob hanging off his face.  "I
should probably take a shower." He drew his legs back which gave a quick
peak at his puckered muscle before he swung his legs around and stood up,
his cock still half way hard and sticking out in front of him. Tallon
headed for the door and I followed him, saying that I was going to my room
and admired his naked butt as he walked away. The boy did have a glorious
ass.

I went straight into my own bathroom, hauled my stone hard cock out and
began stroking it furiously. I didn't know if I'd be able to cum before
Tallon finished his grooming but I had to do something with my dick. I
closed my eyes and replayed in my brain the event that I'd just witnessed,
reliving his thick cock, his hand working it like the experienced lover he
was, his heavy smooth nuts hanging between smooth thighs and as I got close
to my own squirting the vision of his smooth young face as he came. I
grabbed a wash cloth and held it under, and just over, the swollen head of
my cock as I unloaded 6 days worth of pent up sperm. As I milked my cock
dry and put the wadded up cloth on the counter my brain went to tomorrow
night and the nights after that. I was confident that Tallon was going to
want to do it again and I wondered just how far things might go with the
boy.

"Blake," I heard him call out. I'd already tucked and zipped so flushed the
toilet as a diversion and headed back out into my room to see Tallon
standing in the doorway. He was a beautiful specimen of teenage boyhood,
his cock now in full repose, still somewhat long and thick.

"Had to piss," I said by way of explanation and saw the boys' eyes look
quickly at my crotch. He stepped into the room, now lit only by the hall
light.

"Is it okay that I did that Blake? I'm feeling kind of embarrassed now that
it's over." It was typical teenage post sperming quilt. I walked toward
him.

"If you take away the embarrassment, how do you feel Tallon?" His head was
looking more to the floor than at me but I could see a slight smile form at
his mouth.

"My body is still tingling a little bit but I feel good, I feel okay." He
finally looked at me.

"Then I'm okay too Tallon. I'd be concerned if you felt bad. Remember, I
gave you permission to go ahead with it so I carry a lot of the
responsibility for what happened and I'm okay with it. The boy surprised me
by coming against me and hugging me. My only response was to wrap my arms
around him and hold him, very conscious of the base of his cock pressing
against my own crotch and thus my still half hardened cock. His body was
warm against my arms, the heat not making through my clothing quite yet. I
closed my eyes and reveled in the feel of him. It had been quite a long
time since I'd held a naked boy and I missed it.

"I'm so glad that I live with you Blake. I was worried that I'd end up with
someone who was a dick and you aren't. You're awesome, the best." He let go
and stepped back but not very far.

"I'm glad that you're here too Tallon and for what it's worth, I think
you're pretty awesome too." I leaned over, put my hands on the sides of his
head and kissed his forehead softly. "It's getting late, let's get you
tucked into bed." He turned and walked back out of my room and once again I
admired the boys' ass. God to spread those glorious mounds and eat my way
to oblivion before shoving my cock in there.

Tallon got into bed and pulled his covers up to his chest. I leaned down
and kissed him again. "I like it when you do that Blake. Nobody has kissed
me goodnight since I was 7 or 8."

"Well then, I guess I'll have to kiss you more often sweet boy." So I
did. "Sleep well Tallon."


Back on the mountain top, underneath the canopy of stars Tallon moved his
head and pressed his lips against mine. I opened to receive him, pushed my
tongue forward to greet his. His hand snaked down between our bodies and
took hold of my softened cock and squeezed. He broke the kiss.

"Blake. Will you love me again?"