Date: Thu, 25 Aug 2011 06:54:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tallons Little Fetish III

There is a 4th chapter planned, after all, Tallon needs to get his cherry
popped. I am also considering a stand alone story similar to my ENCOUNTERS
WITH BOYS series that tell of some of the other boys that Blake has had
stay with him over the years. Still in the planning stage however. In any
case I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Hugs,
Tag_m
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I went through a pot of coffee while the clock ticked its way to 8:45. I
decided to head upstairs to check on Tallon, maybe even wake him up
although I really didn't have any plans for the day. Imagine my surprise
when I found him still asleep but now on his belly with the sheets and
blankets kicked off. His chest was resting partially on one pillow while
his head was on another, his sandy hair all askew. His left leg was pulled
up at the knee and his other leg almost straight out which provided me with
the best view in the world. Tallon's dynamite ass bubbled up from the small
of his back, the globes separated by the more dusky colored cleavage, the
dark spot of his puckered muscle just barely covered. His sac fell away
from that spot in large folds to form a hairless puddle of skin that held
his medium sized balls where it rested on the bed sheets

I felt my dick begin to thicken slightly at the sight, the urge to climb on
the bed and bury my face in there almost overwhelming but I didn't of
course. Not because of anything Tallon might think or say about it but
because after 8 hours it was likely a lot more gamey than what I
liked. Also, like me, Tallon was a morning person so his bowels and his
bladder were likely to be full. No, I could wait on the rim job. I got a
strong urge to run my hand up from the small of his back and onto those
glorious orbs and linger on them a while.

I moved over to his side of the bed and simply looked down at him some
more. Resting at peace in sleep Tallon looked like the young innocent boy
that he mostly was.  Tallon's eyelids twitched slightly as he dreamed the
dreams of a boy. While I didn't have the view of his balls from there I did
have a side view of his incredible ass, the bare hint of his rock hard cock
pressed into the mattress, and of course his adorable smooth face. The kid
was model material there was no doubt about that.

I sat down gently on the edge of the bed then reached out and cupped the
closest cheek of his butt and gently rubbed it. I let the hand move toward
the gluteal cleavage and play a little bit inside the dusky crack,
exploring the folds of skin at the begining of his sac. I used a medium
pressure, not wanting to tickle the boy into wakefulness, as the fingers
moved downward until they reached his eggs.

"Mmmm," he mumbled, "I love it when you touch me, especially there." His
voice was soft and a little breathy. My hand moved back upwards, trailing
in his crack, then fondled his butt. "Do you like my butt Blake?"

"I love your butt Tallon, it's quite magnificent. I want to put my face in
there sometime and eat you."

"Mmm, that sounds exciting." The boy rolled over onto his back as he said
it then went into a full body stretch, his cock having already achieved
that part. I slipped my hand up between his legs and cupped his balls in my
palm then gently tugged on the heavy orbs. Tallon propped himself up on an
elbow, his free hand reaching down to squeeze stroke and push at his fully
tumescent cock.

"What are we doing today Blake," he asked then yawned big. I told him I
didn't have any plans at all, that it could be a day of rest. Tallon seemed
to consider that for a moment then said,

"Maybe we could spend the whole day having sex." I considered that.

"Well, I guess I could force myself to do that but I think we need to have
a good breakfast before we start. Let's catch a quick shower and I'll take
you to a little place that serves gourmet breakfasts." Food was always an
interest to Tallon so the boy pulled his legs back then swung them around
me and over the side of the bed and gave me a nice ass crack and nut shot
in the process. He stood in front of me and stretched again, this time his
stone hard cock practically in my face. I leaned forward and placed my
mouth over the swollen head and suckled him for a moment which earned me a
mumble of appreciation.

I didn't stay long and when I let go Tallon said he was going to take a
dump and would meet me in the shower. I gave it about 3 minutes then
stripped my clothes off and went into the bathroom and got the shower
started. I climbed in just as I heard the toilet flush and had gotten my
body soaked down when Tallon came out of the toilet room and joined me.

I thought, for the millionth time, what a glorious sight it was to see that
boy naked. His body was perfect in my estimation; plenty of definition
without too much. His body was muscled but not buffed up, all the lines and
creases where they were suppose to be, most moving in a down and inward
direction which brought focus to all that made him boy. In full repose his
cock swayed slightly when he moved, the appendage along with its
counterparts all in full repose. I felt myself thickening at the sight of
him along with his statement about having sex all day long. It had been
some years since I'd had that opportunity and pleasure, longer than that
since I had such a desire. I wondered if I was up to the task then figured
that I could probably put forth a good showing.

Showering with a young teen is always a pleasure and an adventure and when
the boy was as sexually assertive as Tallon was then it was even more
fun. I washed Tallon first and as always started at the shoulders, working
my fingers and thumb into the muscles and working out any knots. The boy
moaned with pleasure, bracing himself against the wall so he wouldn't fall
over.

I worked my way down, by passed his magnificent ass to do his legs and feet
then re-soaped my hands and went to work on his butt, kneading and rubbing
the firm globes. When I first trailed my fingers up along his dusky cleft,
Tallon stepped one foot outward to give me access to his core. I ran my
fingers back and forth across the puckered muscle a few times, the finger
tips pushing against the underside of his smooth sac and causing the bag to
move, before concentrating the hole. Once again Tallon moaned my fingers
slid back and forth or moved in a circle on the wrinkled flesh.

"Are you gonna put a finger in me Blake," he asked, his voice already
deepening in lust."

"No baby boy, I want to put my tongue in there. To his credit Tallon didn't
react to that statement at all. I re-soaped my hands and moved back behind
him, my body pressed against his, my rock hard cock a definite presence
against the crack of his butt. I reached around under his arms and began to
wash his torso, my fingers focusing a little bit on his little nipples and
making the nubbins hard. I worked my way down his chest and onto his belly,
reveling in the tautness of him and the little creases of his abdominal
muscles. I let the fingertip push into his moss then took my hands away to
re-soap them.

When I put my hands back, they were on his pubic bone. I felt Tallon's body
tense slightly in anticipation of my touching his favorite body parts. My
moved my hands downward, pushing the fingers into the creases around his
genitals then moved the fingers together underneath his balls, and with my
thumbs pushed together at the base of his cock I encircled the entire
works. I pulled my fingers up, taking his balls with them and gently moving
the orbs in a fondling motion. Tallon all but groaned at the feelings that
were ripping through his adolescent body.

I kept moving my hands up until his sac was stretched as far as it could go
then gently let the eggs fall back down but immediately cupped them with
one soapy palm while the other began to massage his raging cock. I stayed
mostly off the head because I'd learned at a young age that, for me at
least, soap on the underside of the glans when I was hard, burned and I
didn't want to take that risk with Tallon. Still I slid up over the swollen
head once or twice. I finally stopped, moved out of the way then pushed him
back under the shower spray to get the soap out of his ass then turned him
around and worked at rinsing the front. Tallon's cock head was red from the
blood trapped in his dick and it almost looked painful.

Once he was done I moved him over to face a wall and got to my knees behind
him. I love rimming a young teenage boy and had been looking forward to
taking Tallon on that journey almost since the first time that I saw him. I
peeled his butt cheeks open like a shrimp, admired the puckered muscle of
his most secret spot for a slight moment then put my face in there and
began to worship the temple of Priapus. My tongue explored the little hills
and valleys, pushed against the tiny indent where the muscle would open. Of
course, Tallon's hole didn't look, taste or feel any different than any
other hole I'd rimmed but it was his. It belonged to a delightful and
beautiful young teen that I felt I might just be falling in love with and
when Tallon moaned, that made it even more personal.

He had pushed his waist out farther and moved one leg out which opened him
up more but also made his heavy balls more accessible. I licked my way down
along his perineum to the underside of his boyish honey jars, feeling the
change in texture as I went, then pushed his balls around with my
tongue. All of that earned more moans of pleasure.

I licked my way back up to his hole and when I got there Tallon reached
behind and pulled one cheek open even further. Since I didn't need that
hand I reached underneath and fondled his balls as I rimmed him then moved
my hand up further and took hold of his raging boy stick and began stroking
it.

"Oh fuck Blake I'm gonna cum really soon if you don't stop all that." I got
the message which was that he wasn't quite ready to end the session with an
orgasm. I stopped and stood up and as I did Tallon turned around and melted
into my body, almost slamming his lips against mine and deep throating
me. Of course I accepted the challenge. In the process of the kiss and
hugging me Tallon was all but grinding his waist against me and that gave
me an idea.

I broke the kiss and gently disengaged from the boy and pumped a load of
hair conditioner into one hand, rubbed it in my other hand then began to
cover Tallon's groin and raging hard cock with it.

"What are you doing Blake," he asked.

"Patience grasshopper," I responded and of course Tallon didn't get the
reference. I did the same to myself then put my hands on his shoulders and
back him up against the shower wall, which of course was a little cool on
his bare ass and back. I put my waist up against his torso and moved my
hips a little bit, causing our slippery bodies to rub against each other
with ease. It also pressed our cocks against each other and created
friction on our sensitive cock heads as our bellies rubbed against each
other. Tallon got it immediately.

"Oh fuck Blake that feels really good." When I'd put him against the wall I
moved my hands to his slender hips to hold him in place so Tallon had put
his arms across my shoulders and onto my neck and back. Once I started
moving against him Tallon tightened his grip a little bit and also started
moving his hips.

An acceptable method of safe sex, frottage is a really great way to cum. I
prefer it in a shower because of the ease of clean up afterwards but doing
it on a bed with lube is equally fun. Either way, young Tallon was learning
that it felt great.

"Oohhh God Blake, the boy moaned, and then the kissing started. The gentle
sliding motion segued into a heavy pressured grinding; hips moving from
side to side as well an undulating fucking motion. He kissed me deeply
again, low moans coming from deep in his throat as intensifying feelings
ripped through his young and inexperienced body.

He broke the kiss and rested his head on my shoulder which gave me plenty
of access to the soft crook of his neck. I began kissing and gently sucking
him there which caused more moaning and shivering.

"Make me cum Blake, I gotta cum," Tallon said hoarsely. His upper body was
all but hanging against mine but his lower body continued to hump and
grind. His hand went to my hips to push and pull, to give the boy some
purchase for his own waist contortions. I was of the same mind and a moment
later Tallon almost cried out and pressed even harder.

"Oh fuck oh shit oh god," he groaned deeply and while I couldn't feel it
particularly I knew that he was cumming. I was right there with him and a
moment later my sperm was oozing out to mix with Tallon's.  We continued to
move against each other, both of us panting like race horses. The movement
finally slowed and then stopped and Tallon and I just stood there holding
each other while the adrenaline wore off. We kissed again only that time it
was gentle post sperming kisses.

"That was fucking incredible," he finally said to me. "Goddamn." We
separated and moved back into the water spray and went about completing our
hygiene. Tallon talked about the rimming and how he'd loved it and wanted
to try the same with me. The frottage had been hot as all hell and
something that he tried on his own. Like most young boy he had put a sock
on his hard cock and fucked his pillow on a few occasions but of course it
had been nothing compared to what he'd just done.

We finally stepped out of the shower and dried off then Tallon went to his
bedroom to change. We met downstairs ten minutes later. Tallon was dressed
in black cargo pants and a red t-shirt with a skater logo on the
back. Black and tan Sketcher's finished off the outfit.

"You dress up pretty good," I told him then ruffled his hair causing the
boy to practically beam. He hadn't gotten much praise in his young
lifetime. We went out to the garage, the one where I keep the non-work
vehicles. Tallon had not been in this building because there really wasn't
any reason for me to go in there unless I was driving somewhere. Besides,
the place was locked electronically and required a thumb print to
open. Inside Tallon followed me to the third bay where my baby bird was
parked.

The 1955 Thunderbird has been purchased off the show room floor for my
grandmother on her 50th birthday. She had loved the little car but hardly
drove it. It was black as night with "fuck me" red interior which my
grandmother laughingly said made her feel a little like a strumpet. When I
inherited the car it had a few minor issues that needed repair, mostly due
to un-use. The last time I had driven it the odometer had turned over to
22,000 original miles.

Tallon fawned over the little 2 seater as we pulled the hardtop off and set
its rack along the passenger side. I got it out on the concrete and let the
engine warm up while I took a chamois to it to clean off the dust. Once the
temp gauge was up I slipped on my aviator sunglasses and off we went.

It was a beautiful cloudless day and as we cruised down the 4 lane highway
we got plenty of stares and thumbs up. The T-bird always got plenty of
attention. 35 minutes later we pulled into the crowded parking lot of the
restaurant. A moment later we went through the front door and the owner
greeted me with enthusiasm as did his oldest daughter Adrienne who had just
finished with a customer. Jake had a brood of kids, all who worked in the
restaurant through middle and high school. I'd grown up with "Jake"
Jacobson, played football with him all through high school, drank beer with
him on weekends, and we'd fucked many of the same girls. Hell we'd jacked
off together often in junior high when he spend a summer month with us. I
introduced him to Tallon who he greeted almost as warmly as he did me. We
chatted while waiting for a booth to come up and once we were seated Jake
went about greeting other customers that he knew.

As soon as we were seated Jake's youngest, a boy named Tosh, brought us
water. An incredibly cute little blonde, Tosh greeted me much the same way
his father had. I leaned forward and in a very quiet voice said, "Your
horse is gonna get loose." Tosh looked down to see that, indeed, his zipper
was almost all the way unzipped and the boys' face went crimson. Shielding
the action from other diners, he quickly zipped back up. He thanked me then
added quietly,

"Probably wants to be ridden," he whispered then turned and walked off. I
could be wrong but it looked like he put a little extra swing into his
slender little bubble butt. That was about the 3rd time the boy had made a
flirting remark to me in the past couple of months and I was beginning to
wonder about him. I thought Tosh was close to 13 years old by then and
wondered briefly what he might look like in the buff.

"He's a little cutie," Tallon observed and before I could answer our
waitress came over. Another of Jake's kids Charlene, affectionately known
as Charlie, asked how I'd been then gave Tallon an appraising look. We
chatted briefly and asked what we wanted. I had my usual but Tallon didn't
have a clue until a waiter passed by with plates in his hand, one of them
carrying a German pancake. Tallon asked what it was, Charlie explained, and
Tallon ordered one.

Tosh came back with my coffee and orange juice for Tallon. "When are you
going to let me stay at the ranch Blake," the boy asked in his still high
pitched voice. Tosh was well aware that his father had spent time there as
a boy, had been there himself when I'd hosted summer BBQ's or a day of
sledding during the winter.

"Well Tallon's staying there for the summer Tosh so maybe after that."
Clearly he was disappointed.

"Well, look Tosh, if you don't mind having someone else in the house I'll
see what I can do, okay?" A huge smile lit up the boys' smooth face.

"Cool," he said then went back to work. Tallon and I both watched him walk
away.

"He wants to play with you," Tallon said, leaning across the table to
whisper to me. I frowned a little.

"You think?" In response Tallon rolled his eyes. A moment later Charlie
came back with 2 empty plates and a third filled with blintzes. The kitchen
often used up the last of a batch of batter to make a complimentary plate
that they gave to regulars or even the occasional celebrity that happened
to be in the restaurant. Filled with various fruits and cream cheese, they
were topped that morning with fresh strawberries and a cream cheese and
whipped cream sauce. Tallon almost swooned with the first bite and as we
finished the plate our breakfast came. The rim of the German pancake was a
good 3 inches tall but beginning to deflate, the center a pool of butter. I
explained the small condiment bowl of powdered sugar and the lemon that
came with it so Tallon immediately spread it around the inside of the
pancake then took his first bite. The expression on his face was one of
bliss.

A few friends and acquaintances stopped at the table to say hello as people
came and went through the restaurant but for the most part the meal was
completed without interference. Then Harry came over and sat on Tallon's
side of the booth. The boy scooted over but had a worried look on his face.

"How are things going," he asked me. I responded, using his first name, and
said things were working out just fine. Harry then addressed Tallon who had
a stricken look on his face as if he was afraid the judge was going to bite
his head off. Harry had been quite stern with Tallon in the court room and
the boy saw no reason for that attitude to change just because they were
out of the courtroom.

"I think I'm doing good judge," he said then figured that might be a
disrespectful way to interact with the man who had a great deal of control
over his life and added, "I mean, your honor." Harry nodded his head, said
good, then returned his attention to me. We chatted a little and he asked
if the usual suspects were going to be attending the July 4th BBQ and I
said probably.

"You gonna be there Harry?" He nodded his head and said that he and Matty,
his wife, were planning on it.  We chatted a little more and he got up to
leave but stopped.

"I'm glad to hear that things are going well for you Tallon. Keep up the
good work." As he left Tallon all but stared at me.

"You call him by his first name?" Clearly Tallon felt I was playing with
fire by doing that and couldn't imagine the judge being a "normal"
person. I explained that we were old friends and that speaking on a first
name basis was a safe thing to do.

"And he's going to come to the BBQ?" The expression on his face indicated
that Tallon figured I must be daft. Or, perhaps, he was worried that the
judge was doing to be watching him closely. I smiled and explained again
that Harry and I were life long friends and that he always came to my
summer gatherings. Tallon just shook his head in seeming amazement.

We finished our meal and at the counter while I paid my bill Jake said that
Tosh was bugging the hell out of him to come stay with me.

"You guys are all coming up on the 4th aren't you?" One of the summer
gatherings was done on the holiday, one of the few times during the year
that the restaurant was closed. Jake said that they were so I told him I'd
have a decision at that time. He thanked me, we hugged, and Tallon and I
left, thoroughly sated. On the drive home I stopped by a wonderful little
organic market and in the deli section had them make up a couple of roast
beef sandwiches and a pint of their potato salad. I rarely like other's
potato salad but it was so close to what my grandmother used to make that I
couldn't resist. I added a bag of Rainier cherries to the order and we
continued our journey home. I'd decided to take Tallon down to the river
for a picnic and perhaps grant his wish of spending the day having sex.

The dogs ran out to greet us about half way down the quarter mile driveway
then ran quietly alongside all the way to the garage. After we got the
hardtop back on it and started toward the house I told Tallon about my
plan. Not to have sex but the picnic and hang out at the river part of
it. The boy was pretty excited at the prospect.

"I've never had sex by a river before Blake," he said with a bit of a leer
on his smooth face.

"Was that a statement or a suggestion," I responded. He said it might be a
little of both. I put the things in the fridge to cool a little more while
we went up stairs and changed, meeting back downstairs less than 10 minutes
later. I was wearing a pair of board shorts and t-shirt, Tallon a pair of
sport shorts and tank top. I grabbed some Thomas Kemper's out of the pantry
along with an insulated carrying back and frozen gel paks from the
freezer. From the storage room off the pantry I also got a couple of spoons
from a collection of old flatware that I used for outings and often the
BBQ's that I sponsored. I tossed those, the sodas and some napkins into the
small backpack that I'd brought downstairs with me. I handed Tallon the
picnic blanket I'd gotten out of the storage room and we were set to leave.

With the dogs trotting with us, sometimes alongside and sometimes foraging
ahead to investigate whatever caught their interest, we headed down the
well worn path to the fields. The horses saw us and trotted across the open
field to say hello. Tallon was a little frightened at first but I showed
him how to palm a sugar cube for them so it was only a moment before he and
they became fast friends.

"Their lips are so soft Blake," the boy commented after one of them took
the cube from him. I patted and hugged the behemoths and seeing there
wasn't going to be anymore treats they and the dogs took off to play their
"catch me" game. The dogs would chase the horses for a bit then the game
would turn and the horses would chase the dogs across the field. They could
do that for hours on end it seemed. Sometimes one of the dogs would pick up
a scent and begin snooping around, nose to the ground. If the horse wasn't
done playing one of them would gently nip at the tip of the dogs' tail to
get his or her attention and off they'd run again. It was a hoot watching
them.

We finally got to the edge of the river and hiked along side it, Tallon
more on the rocks and boulders that had been deposited eons ago by the
glacier while I used the trail. The horses and the dogs followed along. We
finally came to the edge of a 20 foot high waterfall that just about the
northern eastern boundary of my property. A pool, easily the size of a 3
bedroom house, nestled at the bottom and at the other end, the river
drained out, burbling over the rocks on its downhill run to the coast. But
it did so over on the far side of the pool. A natural barrier of rock
extended about halfway across the 50 foot wide pool so that the water was
much more calm on our side. The far side of the pond and a good 300 hundred
yards of the river was a sheer rock wall with lots of ferns, moss, and
other plant life clinging to its surface and the little ledges that
abounded on the wall. About 20 feet back from the river was a huge old
weeping willow tree, its knurled lower branches easily as thick as a mans'
thigh. A cabin, long since gone, had sat there a hundred years before so
the tree was likely planted by its owners.  The ground beneath the trailing
branches was a mix of moss and grass, the moss being the more prolific. All
in all it was the kind of scene depicted in the fantasy type of paintings
common at the turn of the century and into the 20th.

"Fuck Blake," Tallon said appreciatively, "this is freaking awesome."
Indeed it was. Many a warm summer's day had been spent swimming in the pool
and lounging around underneath the old willow, naked and hard. I'd dumped
more sperm on that ground than just about anywhere else in this world,
other than my bedroom. I'd sucked a ton of cock down there and fucked
plenty of boys beneath the green canopy. I was hoping that Tallon would be
the newest to spread his legs on the soft mossy ground. As if reading my
mind the young hottie said,

"What a great place to have sex. Have you ever Blake, had sex down here?" I
shook my head in a solemn fashion and said,

"No. Never." Tallon laughed hard and told me I was full of shit. He wanted
to know if he could swim in the pool and I told him to go ahead but to not
plan on seeing his balls or his dick for a half hour after he got out. He
laughed again and began peeling off his clothes. Actually the water closest
to where we stood was almost tolerable, especially on a day as hot as today
was. The sun's march across the sky was directly above us for most of the
day so the less turbulent water on our side had a chance to warm up some.

Watching Tallon undress was always a pleasure and watching him wander
around like a wood nymph was even better. He was without a doubt a
delightful, beautiful, and wonderful example of early adolescent
boyhood. "Come one Blake aren't you gonna join me?" I watched his delicious
little ass as it headed for the water while I began stripping my clothes
off. Tallon was already in up to his knees as I approached the pool and he
commented that it wasn't bad. The pool tended to drop off rapidly about 12
feet out and Tallon discovered it by not taking baby steps, which was easy
to do because the pool bed was soft at that point. So it was that he
stepped too far and went all the way into the water. He came out sputtering
and yelling.

"Jesus fucking Christ." He got his footing and came straight to the edge of
the pool, his arms across his chest. He looked back toward the pool as if
it were following him and hurried to dry land and stood there. His balls
were no longer hanging and his dick had lost 3 inches or so.

"Cold huh," I said with a chuckle then grabbed the soda's out of the day
pack and took them down below the pool to cool in the running water. When I
came back I went into the pool about 5 feet and sat down. I could
practically feel my nuts shrink up for protection, only because of the
difference in temperature because really, it wasn't bad. It had to be 85°
outside and the water that close to shore was considerably warmer than what
Tallon had fallen into so all in all it was kind of refreshing.

 While I sat and soaked, Tallon had warmed up enough to begin exploring so
I watched while the boy scampered over boulders and generally explored his
surroundings and in the process his boyhood charms stretched back out to
their fullest default state. I watched his cock sway as he walked climbed
or descended and got more than one view of his dangling eggs as he bent
over to explore something or stretched one leg out and up in order to
climb. The hot little 14 year old seemed totally unconscious of his body
and the fact that he was completely unclothed and that added a whole other
dimension to the experience. I finally climbed out of the water and
wandered around to dry off and eventually wandered over to our stuff in
order to get the blanket spread out and lay down.

So there I was, on all fours reaching out to straighten said blanket when I
heard Tallon. "Gosh Blake do you shave your hole too?" Not waiting for an
answer he added, "Your balls are all hanging. Man it looks inviting, looks
good enough to eat." I started to look over my shoulder at him and offer a
snappy comeback but before I could I felt his hand rest high on my butt and
the rustle of the blanket as he got down on the ground with me. I decided
to play the submissive so stayed in place like a show dog at judging time.

Tallon's hand moved gently over the swell of my cheek and moved inward to
cup my nuts. He squeezed, tugged and hefted the sac for a moment then moved
his hand forward and got his fingers playing with my still softened
dick. Needled to say it began to inflate almost immediately and didn't move
a muscle. I was hoping that Tallon would want to explore rimming from a
more aggressive posture. I felt him move, felt his hand retract to play
with my balls some more then move back to my butt cheek. He pulled the
muscled globe open, revealing the darkened center to his blue eyes and a
moment later I felt his tongue tentatively touch the wrinkled flesh.

The first few laps of his tongue were exploratory in nature and then nature
took over and the boy went at it like a starving dog. His other hand went
to my other cheek and he spread me as wide as my body would allow. Tallon
licked and slurped over every bit of me and the feelings were so exquisite
that I lowered my upper body and rested my head on the blanket. Of course
that changed the position of my hole and Tallon took every advantage. The
boy licked down onto my nuts, allowing his tongue to trail along my
perineum. He slid a hand beneath me and took hold of my raging cock and
began stroking it, skinning the foreskin back and forth over my now very
sensitive cock head.

It doesn't take a lot of rimming to get my heat level into the stratosphere
and when that happens, I generally want a cock in my ass. Sure, I wanted to
fuck Tallon, and very badly. I wanted to show him how fun and pleasurable
having a cock moving in and out of his ass could feel but most boys are
pretty reluctant until after their first time. Allowing a boy the
opportunity to bury his hard young cock into an asshole first often sets up
the scenario to get his own cherry popped. But right then, it wasn't about
my fucking Tallon; it was about him fucking me.

"Fuck Blake, you're right, that is hot," Tallon said in a breathy voice as
he backed away from me. I rolled onto my back and as soon as my cock was
exposed he put his head in my crotch, held my cock upright and began
sucking it with as much enthusiasm as he shown a moment before. He was on
his knees and bent forward so I watched as his pretty blond head bobbed up
and down in my lap and his free hand stroked his raging cock. I let him go
on for a few moments then suggest that he turn around and straddle my head
so I could do the same for him. He did and a second later I had his cock
pulled down and was licking the seeping precum from the swollen head. As I
suckled him I opened my eyes and could see his nuts hanging inches above my
face, a tantalizing treat, and above that his puckered hole.

I moved my body then reached up and put my hands on his narrow hips and
pulled down. Tallon lowered his waist while I rose up and a moment later I
was licking his nuts then moved upward until I reached his hole. Tallon
moaned loudly as I rimmed him and at least once he had to stop sucking me
in order to assimilate the feelings that were shredding his body. I felt
his fingertip rubbing at my cock head then felt a finger probing at my hole
and a second later felt the tip slip inside of me. The little darling had
used my precum as a lube. He went back to sucking me as his finger went
deeper into my ass before sliding back out.

"Tallon," I said, gulping for air, "there's lube in my back pack." The pack
was within his reach to he latched onto it without having to move away from
me. I continued to lick his hole and suck on his nuts a little until I felt
the finger slid back inside of me, this time with a lot more ease. Tallon
put his mouth back over my cock head and went back to sucking me as he
finger fucked me.

When we talked afterwards Tallon said that when he did that, put his finger
in my ass, he wasn't thinking of it as a prelude to his fucking me. In
fact, that thought hadn't entered his mind. It certainly entered mine.

"Tallon, stop," I finally said. The boy did as I asked and immediately
rolled off of me to see what the problem was. "Lube that dick of yours up
and shove it in my ass." I was almost panting I was so hot to get fucked. I
didn't get in that mood often but when I did... Tallon gave me a blank look
for a split second, realized not only what I was saying but that I meant
it, scanned his head around for the lube, got it and quickly slathered his
nail hard cock with the stuff. I told him to smear some on my asshole as
well and had pulled my legs back to give him access.

Tallon moved in closer to me, one hand holding his cock and the other
gently resting on my shin. His eyes were focused on what he was doing, of
course, so what I saw mostly was the top of his head. I felt his flesh
touch mine and the butterflies in my belly went ballistic. It had been over
a year since I'd had a teenage cock in my ass. It had belonged to adorably
cute Vietnamese boy named Tran who had been amazingly well hung for an
Asian, particularly a not yet 14 year old Asian. At 13 Tran looked 11 and
his dick looked like it belonged to a 16 year old. On the flip side he
fucked like a whore. Tran had only fucked me because he'd never tried
it. The incredibly cute Asian boy loved getting fucked and would do it all
day long if given the opportunity. He was the only boy that could wear me
out. Added to that was the fact that he was so attentive to my needs as
well. He would wait on me hand and foot if I'd have let him. But that was
another story.

I felt the pressure of Tallon's swollen cock head against my muscle and
then he slipped inside of me. Needless to say I told him to stop. Tallon
didn't move a muscle except to take his hand from his dick. His eyes
continued to stare at the place where his boyhood pride and joy
disappeared. I knew pretty much what was going through his head. He was
amazed at the feelings, amazed that his hard cock was finally caught inside
of a tight warm hole and that he was actually going to get to fuck. Most
boys' ultimate dream once puberty hit was to fuck; something, anything, and
he was next in line. He moved his head up and looked at me, concern in his
pretty blue eyes.

"You okay Blake?" I nodded my head and said I just needed to adjust to
him. He asked if it hurt and I said, some. He nodded his head and his eyes
returned to the insertion point. I finally told him to go ahead but to go
slow and as he started to move I told him to put his hands under my thighs
to help hold my legs back. The boy did so and he watched, while I felt,
inch after inch of his stiff dick as it disappeared inside of my
asshole. Knowing that it was Tallon, knowing it was his first time, knowing
how goddamned cute he was all helped to diminish the pain of having my body
violated. I finally felt his moss against my ass and his heavy balls
against my crotch. He looked at me again, his eyes almost closed as the
feelings of lust flooded his young body.

"How you doing baby boy?" He smiled and said he was awesome. "Well then, I
guess you better fuck me." And he did. I certainly didn't expect the young
virgin to last very long and in that process I didn't expect that I would
cum unless I jacked myself off and that would take some work since my dick
had softened to about half mast. Tallon kept my legs held back and started
the process, pulling out some then moving back in. His thrusts were
tentative at first, short movements probably caused by his thinking that he
might come out of me if he went too far. That was true of course but he had
a ways to go before that would happen. He'd get it in time, learn how the
feelings on his cock when he was close to coming out, but for then he was
still learning. And that was part of the fun for me; helping a boy to learn
about all the nuances of sex and fucking. All in all though, I thought that
Tallon did a credible job for his first time.

The boy caught a nice rhythm, steady and moderate. He managed to pull out
about half way before moving back inside of me. He even managed to move his
slender but glorious little ass from side to side a little bit and thus
change his entry angle, creating different pressures and feelings. I could
feel his heat level rise as he picked up speed and began thrusting a little
harder. His balls started to whack against my crotch a little bit, his
breathing started to come a little faster.

I decided that I wanted to try and cum with Tallon. I wanted him to
experience the feelings on his cock when my asshole constricted against it
as my body went through its spasm each time it pumped out another glob of
sperm. I reached between my thigh and my belly and wrapped my fingers
around my fully hardened cock and began jacking off.

Tallon seemed to lean forward slightly and at the same time began thrusting
harder, slamming his cock back into my ass. "Oh fuck Blake I'm gonna cum
pretty soon," he panted.

"Go ahead baby. Dump your sperm into me. Fuck me good Tallon," I crooned to
him. Talking to the boy seemed to give him more energy, more desire. He
fucked me harder, slammed into me hard enough to hear his heavy balls
smacking against me. I felt his breathing get even quicker and in response
I concentrated on my feelings, the image of his fucking me, and the
movement of my foreskin on my sensitive cock head. It didn't take long.

"Oohhh God," he moaned, drawing out the word god. Tallon's head reared back
as he moaned and his hips continued to drive his cock in and out of me. My
orgasm was less noisy albeit equally as powerful. My cock thickened against
my fingers as sperm rushed up the tube then shot out, landing on my
chest. Tallon's head had returned to a downward glance and it appeared that
he was watching my fireworks and he kept right on injecting his sperm into
my ass. My own balls unloaded another 4 jets of cum, each one landing a
little shorter than the one before it until white goo was simply oozing out
of cock head. I had kept my foreskin retracted in the beginning, allowing
for sperm to fly where it would, but finished off by sliding it back and
forth over the now sensitive head and keeping some intense feelings going
for a little while.

Tallon's movement slowed way down as if he needed to keep on moving or die,
rather like a shark in the water, but he eventually stopped and knelt there
panting like a racehorse. I continued to work my foreskin back and forth
over my cock head but it was more about something to do that to coax more
cum out, kind of like absently stroking your cock or playing with your
balls after you cum.

"You can let my legs down Tallon," I said quietly and he did, letting them
drape over his thighs. He started to pull out of me but I stopped him,
explaining that it felt good for him just to be there inside of me for a
little bit. He responded by saying that it felt good for him to stay there
too but had been concerned about me. I thanked him. It took another minute
or two before he said anything.

"That was fucking awesome Blake," he said, meaning every word of it. "I
can't believe how that felt. Your ass is so tight on my dick and when you
came I could feel it; it was like your asshole gripped me or something." I
explained how that worked and told him that I could feel him cum as well,
not so much the feel of his sperm as it shot out inside of me but his cock
pulsing. He then constricted those muscles and before he could ask, I told
him I could feel it. The boy thought that was pretty interesting.

We both felt his cock shrinking and before we could really do anything
about it, the thing squished out of my ass like a watermelon seed. Tallon
leaned forward, put his hands on the blanket next to me and put his head
down so that we could kiss, which we did. It was a series of little kisses,
the post orgasm kind. I put my hands on his back and down onto the orbs of
his glorious ass and asked him if he'd had fun. The shit eating grin said
it all but he added some words to it anyway. I could feel his sperm
starting to leak and said that I needed to get off the blanket or it was
gonna get wet and sticky so Tallon rolled off one way and I rolled the
other then got to my knees and walked over to the pool and stepped in a
couple of feet and sat down. Tallon joined me.

"So, does it hurt a lot when a cock first goes in you?" Clearly the boy was
curious and I knew it was more than idle curiosity. He'd already said that
he wanted to try it, to have me fuck him, so he was gathering
information. As I cupped water from the pool onto my chest and belly to
clean off my cum I explained the process to him, was honest with him, but
added that had I allowed him to spend more time finger fucking me it would
have had two effects. One, it get me hotter and two, it would prepare me
better for his cock as he added a second and maybe even a third
finger. Tallon seemed to understand the concept and then just sat next to
me in the water. I put my arm across his shoulder so he leaned against me,
his arm around my waist.

After a little resting I moved and rolled my hips over so that I had access
to my asshole and put my hand down there to rub water back and forth over
the muscle and hopefully clean off any residual sperm. Tallon took the
opportunity to do the same with his cock, cleaning off the lube as well as
my bodily fluids which, thankfully, didn't include anything of a darker
nature. We got out of the water and sat on the moss in order to dry off a
little bit and Tallon yawned.

"Gosh Blake, having sex makes me sleepy." I said that was common for people
in general and that I too could use a little afternoon nap. Once our bodies
were mostly dry we adjourned to the blanket, moved it further under the
willow tree in the shade then lay down. Tallon snuggled backwards into me
and promptly drifted off. I was right behind him, literally and
figuratively and a moment later was dreaming.