Date: Tue, 27 Oct 2015 03:58:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Apartment

Another story of a man with boys. Yep, there's sex so if you shouldn't be
here for some reason then by all mean go. Otherwise, hang out, hard on,
clean up.

Hugs,
Tag_m

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I owned a good sized 4 bedroom house in a quiet area of city that wasn't
overly populated. In other words, I had neighbors but they weren't butted
right up next to me. The place sat on 3 large lots, was fenced, and had
some nice large old oak trees that provided plenty of shade. The place had
a swimming pool too, albeit a small one without a diving board. My parent
had it installed when my brother was 12 and I was 9. Needless to say it had
got plenty of use when my brother and I were in high school. My parents had
lived there for years and left it to me when they passed on 3 years before
so I owned the place free and clear. I had grown up in that house from the
age of 6 so when I moved in I was literally going back home.

The house had an attached 2 car garage and like the house it was 2
stories. My dad had remodeled the upstairs of the garage into a furnished
one bedroom apartment that they had rented out to college students to
supplement my parents' income. I had done the same although I didn't
necessarily need the money. I had retired early, thanks to the lawsuit for
the wrongful death of my parents due to the extreme negligence of a
multi-national corporation whose name I will not mention. The damages had
been in the high teen 8 figure range and of course the attorney got one
third. Still, it left me with a significant amount of money so I had
retired at the ripe age of 37. Thus, the monthly rental on the apartment
was more than fair, besides; there were the fringe benefits for me and my
renter.

I had kept the place rented to college students and had the good fortune to
bed quite a few of them, sometimes their friends. It had not gone unnoticed
by them that quite a few boys frequented my house. Typically those visitors
were young teenaged boys but there were also preteens from about the age of
11 on up. Why is that, you ask.

Well, for one thing I taught piano and guitar. I also taught beginning
self-defense classes and I advertised for boys aged 11-14. Actually I
didn't really but I only took on boys that age as students. It was easy.

"I'm sorry but my schedule and classes are too full to accommodate your
daughter," regardless of age. That also held true for boys over the age of
14 and under 10. By that method I also only took on boys that I thought
were particularly appealing. It was a practice I followed with renters as
well.

I advertised in a variety of places specifically for first year students,
so, the 17-18 year old crew. Part of the lure was where I mentioned my
vitae which included that I was a retired college professor that understood
parental concerns as well the behavior of boys. If they only knew. So, in
that manner I picked up some adorable teenage boys to live in my
apartment. Often times it was their first adventure on their own, or
anywhere for that matter. Well, those farm boys tended to get lonely and I
was there to offer comfort and support. I was honored to be the recipient
of the virginity of many adorable young boys who, at times, all but threw
themselves on me.

And they weren't girlie boys either. I had tumbled a revered high school
quarterback or star pitcher more than once or twice. I got a few of their
home town friends as well as college friends too. You can add a few younger
brothers to that list as well. I remember one time.

I was in the process of fucking the shit out of a 17 year old named
Ian. His little brother was an incredibly beautiful and freshly minted 13
year old boy. Shayn was supposed to be gone for the day with a friend but
hadn't gone for whatever reason. He told us later that he had stood in the
doorway while I had his brother's knees back half way to his ears and was
pounding Ian's tender little ass with a cock that was close enough to 8
inches to claim it.

"Oh Christ Zep fuck my ass hard," Ian whimpered, "Make me shoot my sperm
for you Zep, please, make me cum, make me cum." The boys' legs were wrapped
around my waist, his arms around my neck and he was holding on as if his
life depended on it.

My name is Zeppelin. Yes, I was a child of the 60's; yes my parents smoked
a lot of pot and took a fair amount of acid. They also hung out with the
likes of Zappa, Morrison and that ilk quite a bit. Given that company it's
no wonder I got the name.  Need I explain who their favorite band was?
Jimmy or Robert would have been easier names. Anyway, people have called me
Zep my entire life. I like it, both the nickname and the fact that people
used it.

My first knowledge of Shayn's presence was the surprising presence of his
stone hard young boner between my face and his brothers'.  "Suck my cock
Zeppie," the boy said in a husky voice.

Very few people called me Zeppie after I beat the shit out of a kid when I
was 12 years old. He was 15. I'd had another encounter when I was a
sophomore from a kid that had transferred from another district. He didn't
know better but I warned him twice that I would hurt him. Being a good 6
inches taller than me and at least 40 pounds heavier, he figured I was too
small to do anything about it. He figured wrong. He kept it up even after a
Buddy of his, who knew me, tried to get him to stop. It only took about 35
seconds to completely dismantle the boy and leave his bleeding carcass in
the grass alongside the gym. I had only been wearing a jockstrap at the
time, having gone outside with him and 2 dozen other boys after he called
me out. I didn't give a shit; they'd all seen me naked before.  More than a
few of them had my hard cock down their throats at one time or another too.

"Is it finished Zep," the coach asked when I went back through the door 5
minutes later followed by the entire class.

"Yes sir," I said as I passed by him he patted my bare ass and said good
job. I didn't mind his patting my butt. Coach's face had been in there more
than a few times.

So there I was fucking Ian and his adorable little brother puts 4¾
inches of uncut 13 year old cock in my face. I did what had to be done. I
sucked his cock. His brother had opened his eyes and started to say
something but Shayn shushed him up. After I suckled a bit, the beautiful
young teen offered his boner to his older brother. Ian sucked it greedily.

I ended up fucking the kid like a little girl, his legs up against my
shoulders. His head was turned and Ian had his cock in his little brother's
mouth, fucking it good. Afterwards Ian fucked Shayn and the boy fucked me
before I fucked him a second time. The stories I could tell you about those
two as part of a 3-way. Oh my god. But that's another story.

In any case, the apartment stayed rented most of the year. Summer was
typically more difficult as the boys generally went back home for the
break. I rarely allowed one to come back in the fall. After all, he would
no longer be a first year student. I had invited Ian back but he didn't
return to college. I heard later that his parents had caught him fucking
his little brother and blamed it on city life. So it was that during the
summer my renters weren't always teen age boys. On this particular summer
it definitely wasn't.

I ended up renting to a young black man named Jerome. He was about 24 years
old, a slender good looking boy, and fairly polite with a soft voice. Being
mostly color blind, I'd rented to boys of color in the past. A cock is a
cock after all and neither my mouth nor my asshole cared one whit what
color it was. I remember one time.

DeWitt was a bi-racial boy of a delicious light chocolate color, like a cup
of black coffee with a nice dollop of cream dropped in it. Another slender
boy, the 16 year old was quietly polite almost to a point of being
formal. Dee had been the only black kid in a small town at the south
eastern edge of the state and aside from high school sports hadn't traveled
more than 60 miles from home in his entire life. He had completed high
school a year early with 4 years of honor roll behind him. DeWitt also had
the most amazing green eyes that I'd ever seen.

Dressed only in briefs and a t-shirt due to the heat, I'd been sitting
quietly in the dark on my back patio not 2 weeks after the boy had moved
in. The door to his apartment was open and a low watt light was lit in the
hallway. I thought I heard a noise and after listening could tell that it
was Dee and he was sobbing. I quickly went up the stairs and saw the boy
curled into a fetal position on the living room floor, naked but for a pair
of white briefs and a small cross on a chain around his neck.

"Are you alright Dee," I asked and immediately got down on the floor with
him. The boy looked at me through the tears, his eyes almost luminescent
from the water.

"I miss my mama and daddy," he said through the sobs. He wasn't the first
boy to express such emotion, believe me on that one.

"Come here," I said softly, putting a hand on his shoulder. He moved
quickly into my arms and held on tight, his entire torso pressed flush to
mine and cried his pretty green eyes out, my shoulder being the recipient
of his tears. I held him just as tightly and cooed into his ear that things
would be alright, that maybe we could take a weekend trip to see his
parents since they couldn't afford to travel to us. My hand ran gently up
and down his back and I reveled in the muscle of a growing boy on the verge
of manhood.

He finally calmed down but didn't seem inclined to move. I didn't mind in
the least. I gently patted his butt, wanting to leave my hand there but
moving it onto his back.

"I miss being held," he said into my neck. I assured him that he wasn't the
first boy that I'd comforted and I doubted he'd be the last. DeWitt moved
his head back enough to see my face. "Really," he asked and I responded
using the same word. He snuggled his face back into the crook of his
neck. A moment later I could feel his cock hardening against mine.

"I'm sorry Zep," he said. He had pulled his head away but was looking
down. I gently cupped his chin and raised it.

"Don't worry about it. You're not the first boy to react like that." He
wanted to know why boys would react that way. I explained the closeness,
the near nakedness, the warmth of another body, all of the usual things.

"Of course there is always the fact that boys are perpetually horny." Dee
actually chuckled at that. He was quiet a moment then said softly.

"I never done anything with anyone before."

"I hate to sound like a broken record but you aren't the first boy to admit
that to me."

"But I've never even been kissed." Again, I cupped my hand under his chin
and lifted it then slowly moved forward and touched my lips ever so softly
against his. He surprised me by responding just as tenderly.

"Now you have," I said.

"I liked that Zep. But I'm not very good at it."

"Like I say to all of my students; practice, practice, practice." I put my
mouth against his again, stayed a little bit longer and when I pulled away
our lips were still just barely touching. DeWitt's breathing was a little
faster. The boy made the next move, stayed a little longer, breathed a
little heavier then came back for more. That was, as they say, all she
wrote. The next kiss was a mouth open, arms around my neck, deep breathing
kiss accompanied by soft moans.

I felt fairly safe in playing with the boys' slender ass and did so,
kneading the flesh through the fabric of his briefs and getting more moans
in the process. My own cock had hardened rapidly and the two were pressed
against each other. I slid my hand beneath the garment and felt his flesh
for the first time. Dee broke the kiss and pressed his face back into the
crook of my neck, his breath now almost panting.

"God this is amazing," he said in a voice laden with lust. "I don't want to
stop." I moved the hand that was inside the briefs, indicating that I
wanted them off of him and Dee responded by lifting up so I would work
garment down to his knees. I then reached between us and found his cock, a
nice sized mass of thick hard flesh. The hot teen groaned as I took hold of
his cock, the first person to do so since he was old enough to bathe
himself. I discovered right off the bat that Dee was unclipped which was
always a pleasure.

"You feel good to me Dee," I said into his upturned ear which caused him to
shiver and moan loudly. His hand moved down my side and then the front of
my briefs where he found Mr. Happy in a full state of arousal.

"You feel huge Zep," he whispered. I took my hand from his cock long enough
to get my own briefs down and the boy latched on to me before my hand got
back to his raging boner. We lay there snuggled, playing with each other's
dick for a solid minute.

"How do you feel about having your cock sucked sweet boy," I asked him. He
said he'd like that so I gently pushed him onto his back and gazed on his
boyhood charms for the first time. DeWitt was gloriously all boy. His cock
wasn't quite as large as mine but formidable none the less. His foreskin
was partially retracted, the pink head peeking out as if to make sure it's
world was safe. Little did the spongy flesh know that it was seconds away
from being gobbled up.

Dee's balls were large and heavy, stretching his sac to hang low between
his smooth mocha thighs. They were also as smooth as a new born baby's
butt. His pubic hair was curly but not nappy courtesy to his father's
Anglo-Saxon genes.

"You are a nicely hung boy Dee," I said as I lifted his cock upright. I
peeled his foreskin back, admired the precum seeping head for a moment then
put it in my mouth. Dewitt's entire body went stiff for just a moment
before relaxing back accompanied by a moan. I bobbed my head appropriately,
taking half of him into my mouth and throat before backing off.

The boys' briefs were still wrapped around his knees and I really wanted
him naked so after about 30 seconds of sucking his cock I moved to my
knees. Of course Dee wondered what was going on but by then I was tugging
his briefs off so he kept silent. As soon as they were off I removed my own
underwear and just let the boy look.

As I said, I'm close enough to 8 inches to call it 8 inches. I'm fairly
thick as well. Like Dee, my balls were large and hung low, my sac just as
hairless as his because I shaved. The rest of my hair was a neat trimmed
patch.

"You got a big dick Zep," he said, admiring my raging flesh. I asked if he
wanted to give cock sucking a try and he nodded his head. "Can we go to my
bed though," he asked.

"How about we go to my bed?" Dee nodded his head, said okay, so I took him
into my arms and kissed him deeply.

"You doing okay sweet boy?" He grinned and nodded his head. I took his hand
and led him out of his apartment, into my house and upstairs into my
bed. His first reaction was "Wow!"

I said the house was a 4 bedroom but it used to be 5. I did a remodel,
added a bedroom to the master bedroom, added to the existing bathroom
creating an awesome and large master bathroom. The oversized king bed sat 2
steps up on a dais, the floor around it covered in white sheepskin the
entire thing backlit in a very soft red that went on automatically as
natural light faded in the room. A working fireplace was on the far wall
across from the bed, two arm chairs and a small table creating a sitting
area around it. A 50 inch TV screen was mounted on the wall just to the
right of the fireplace with a sound system built in below it. There is more
but that's the gist of it. I put the first CD of the Red Shoe Diaries in
and led my young lover to the bed.

We lay down just like we first had, face to face. We made out with a
vengeance, tongues battling between each other's mouths. DeWitt was the one
who broke the kiss. "I really wanna feel your big cock in my mouth
Zep. Show me how." I showed him the basics then lay back and let the boy
have his way with me.

DeWitt draped his upper body across mine so I couldn't exactly see his
sweet pink lips wrapped around my dick but I sure felt the warmth when he
closed his mouth over my cock head. I reached out and rubbed his back and
down onto the curve of his smooth chocolate butt. His top leg was already
flat footed on the bed so I slipped down along his crack to find his balls,
which of course I did, then proceeded to cup and fondle the smooth
eggs. Dee moaned softly and sucked me a little harder. Naturally his mouth
got sore fairly quickly and we ended up embraced and making out some more
while stroking on each other.

"I'm going to cum soon Zep," he finally groaned so I stopped and we
separated.

"Want to jack each other off sweet boy," I asked him and got a vigorous
head nod. So we went through the ages old ritual of 2 males, naked and side
by side stroking each other's boner. Of course Dee got there first and had
to let go of my cock while he experienced his first orgasm at the hand,
literally, of another. The boy came with vengeance, sperm blasting all the
way to his chin and chest in 5 solid jets of gooey boy goodness and more
burbling and oozing cum that ran down my fingers and dropped off onto his
heaving smooth belly. The hot teen produced a vast amount of sperm and when
I commented on it he said that he hadn't cum for almost a week.

"Well," I said, "we mustn't let that happen again." That said I got up and
straddled his leg and began jacking off. Dee didn't offer to do it for me
and it was just as well as it would have taken forever. He did however
reach between my legs and cup and fondle my swinging balls which helped get
me to where we both wanted us to be. It didn't take long before I sprayed
his young body in cum. My squirts broke apart as soon as they left my
swollen cock head and rained down all over Dee's chest and belly making it
look like he was blasted with drizzle frosting.

"Good god," he uttered when my dick finally got to oozing mode. I led him
to the shower where he got another surprise. The shower is literally a rain
locker. There are 2 sets of 3 large square wall mounted shower heads that
face each other for a full body shower experience. There are 2 shower heads
on the ceiling that each have over 200 small nozzles. Of course there is a
shower wand with multiple settings one of which causes amazing feelings on
your asshole and exposed balls.

Dee ended up spending the night in my bed at least 4 times a week. I fucked
his tight little ass that first night and he fucked mine during our 3rd
bout of the evening. But that is another story entirely.

Back to Jerome. As I said he was a soft spoken good looking lad and seemed
fairly centered. He was looking hard for a job in the city and living off
of a small savings account. He had seen any number of boys coming and going
from the house and asked me about it one day about a month after he'd moved
in. Jerome and I had spent a fair amount of time chatting so I supposed he
felt comfortable broaching a subject with me.

"Can I ask you a question Zep?" When I gave him a head nod, knowing what
was coming, he said, "Well, I notice a fair amount of young boys visit
you." He didn't say more so I said,

"That was a statement, not a question." He went on to say that it was a
curious situation, albeit none of his business, but still he wondered what
the reason was.

"I'm not judging Zep, honest," he said before I could answer. "My sheets
aren't exactly white. Hell, I grew up in public housing so I been down
quite a few dark streets myself." I told him I could appreciate that then
went on to explain the various topics that I taught. "It is interesting
that they appear to be of a certain age and there aren't any girls." I
chose not respond. "Well," he ended, "I imagine that you are providing a
satisfying service to those boys." That said, he headed down to the corner
bus stop to catch a ride to who knew where.

Two hours later a 13 year old boy named Tamlyn came for his weekly piano
lesson. Tam looked enough like a 12 year old Benjamin Lasnier to be the
Danish singer's stand in if Benjamin ever had occasion to need one. He was
small, no more than 5'3 and had the sweetest personality imaginable. Tam's
blue grey eyes and somewhat pink lips were dominant features on his smooth
perfectly shaped face. The little cutie gave me a hug and a kiss as soon as
I closed the front door then headed to the music room where he proceeded to
strip down to his underwear, today's choice being a pair of skimpy bikini
briefs that were pussy pink with a darker raspberry lining.

Being dressed thusly was somewhat of a fetish for the boy, something he had
requested at his second lesson and which I acquiesced to without
question. He told me that he prefers to practice like that and does so at
home and since his piano is in his large bedroom behind closed doors he can
get away with it.

"I hope you don't mind Zep," he had said in his still high pitched voice. I
assured him that I had no problem seeing boys in their underwear. He gave
me a knowing smile then said, "Perhaps someday you will be comfortable
enough to be in yours too."

Tamlyn went right to the piano, turned the bench perpendicular to the
piano, sat down and adjusted it to his liking then banged out the B Bumble
and the Stingers version of The Bumble Boogie which would likely cause
Rimskey Korsakov to roll over in his grave. Tam had come to me as a fairly
accomplished pianist but once I played some Boogie, blues and rag time for
him that's all he wanted to learn.

I quickly removed my clothing to my briefs and straddled the bench sitting
behind the boy and moved in so that my front was gently against his back. I
could almost hear him purr as he finished the piece and moved immediately
into the 12th Street Rag. I gently put my arms around him loosely; my arms
low enough to allow him unhampered mobility on the keyboard.

This method of seating was something that had come along with the
clothing. Sitting front to back suited him much better than the traditional
side by side. I was more than fine with it. I kept one hand around him
while the other went to his bare leg and gently rubbed up and down between
his knee and his crotch. I eventually moved it to his inner thigh which
provoked him to spread his legs a little bit. My hand went high enough to
feel his underwear and barely graze the boy parts that the cloth held. I
could tell that he was still soft which told me that his head was in the
music, at least for the moment.

I changed hands and worked his other side as he moved into Adagio from The
Moonlight Sonata, which he played beautifully. From there Tamlyn began
Harlem Nocturne and I knew that there wouldn't be any piano lesson on that
day. I put my other hand back on his leg and moved them both up in tandem
and didn't stop until I was cupping his young cock and his balls.

"Oh God," the boy moaned as I worked sensitive part, feeling his cock grow
rapidly beneath the clothing. I slipped a finger inside a leg hole and
rubbed it gently against the soft silky smooth sac that held his balls and
yet the boy played on. My hands moved back down to his knees and came back,
again to fondle the front of his underwear. Tam was fully hardened and
moaned softly again as I fondled him. I kissed his neck and got an even
louder moan.

Still playing, the boy rose up enough for his deliciously tender little
butt to clear the bench. I quickly got his briefs down enough for him to
sit back down and once there I reached around him and the clothing to his
knees where it fell to his ankles. I knew where this was headed so stood
up, kissed his neck once again then moved from the bench. I slipped my
briefs down as I walked to a side table and got a bottle of lube and a
hands towel then returned to the bench to sit behind my young lover.

By this time Tam had segued into a slow and sexy blues improvisation. I
pressed my raging hard cock against his back so that he knew I was ready
when he was. My hands went around Tam to stroke his raging hard cock and
feel on his hairless balls and all the while I nibbled gently on his
neck. It took about 2 minutes.

"I'm ready Zep, he croaked. I backed away and slathered my cock with lube
then patted his butt cheek. Tam rose, still playing the blues and I smeared
his puckered boy pussy with lube and finger fucked him for just a moment to
make sure he thoroughly greased. When I pulled my finger out of him Tam
rose up higher and I moved under him, holding my prodigious cock upright.
He continued to play the blues but the tempo changed to reflect his
emotional state the tension building. I put my free on his butt cheek, the
signal to lower himself, which he did.

Tamlyn slowly lowered his ass while I held one cheek out of the way and
moved my swollen cock head slightly to line up with his puckered hole. When
my flesh touched his Tam's playing changed. His right hand stopped playing
and his left hand did a trill; two fingers alternating rapidly between 2
notes. I felt his weight settle in, felt the resistance from his young cunt
and, as is usually the case his muscle suddenly relaxed and allowed me to
penetrate his young teen body.

As my cock head passed through the tight ring of muscle both of Tam's hand
slammed down on the keyboard, both hands hitting the same E flat major
chord. Tam began to slowly lower his body and while he did his hands played
the turnaround chords from the 5th chord 10th bar to the 1st chord 11th bar
then ended with the simple 3 note turnaround back to the 5th chord 12th
bar. Listen to a good 12 bar blues tune and you'll get the idea. He played
it slowly so that he became seated on my lap as the sound of the last chord
faded.

Tam leaned back and rested against me. I rubbed his chest and belly and of
course I felt on his balls and his still stone hard boner.

"God I love having your fat cock in my ass Zep," he said in a husky
voice. Tamlyn's head was resting against my chest so I spoke softly into
his ear.

"I love being inside you sweet boy so it works for both of us." Indeed
Tamlyn was tight as a drum and his asshole gripped me quite nicely. Tam
then leaned forward again and raised himself up about 4 inches. I put my
hands on the bench behind me and using it for leverage began to fuck the
adorable young teen.

The first time I had fucked Tamlyn like that I had been astounded at the
boys' creativity, both on the keyboard and on the bench. I was pretty much
used to it by this time however. The tempo and volume of Tam's playing
accurately reflected the feelings that were rushing through his body like a
spring swollen river.

"Oh fuck Zep this is so good, so good," the boy groaned, his voice a good
octave deeper due to lust. I kept on fucking him for a good 3 minutes
before he tired. "I need to stand Zep, my legs are getting tired. Still
deep inside of him I got off of the bench and Tam pushed it backward until
I was just above the edge. I took over and got it fully out of the way then
the boy leaned forward and rested his arms on edge above the keyboard. I
held on to his narrow hips and began fucking him in earnest.

Sometimes it went like that. Sometimes he wanted me to take him to the day
bed that sat in the corner of the room specifically for that purpose; to
fuck boys. Sometimes we did both. He reached backward to rest a hand on my
hips as I drove my cock in and out of him but it only lasted a moment.

"Take me to the bed please Zep. I want to be fucked on my back. I slipped
out of him and Tam turned and melted into my arms, planting his sweet lips
against mine. His tongue its way into my mouth although it really wasn't a
fight since I was so willing. We finally broke away and went to the day bed
where he flopped down onto his back.

"Do you mind if I suck your beautiful cock for just a moment sweet pea?"
The little hotties' answer was to spread his legs. I got down between them
and for a brief moment admired the 5 or so inches of uncut boy cock and the
soft smooth balls that hung below it. His nest of pubic hair was small and
sparse, the color of wet sand. I pulled his cock down and put my mouth over
the end and began worshipping it. My free hand cupped and fondled his
smooth balls eliciting another soft moan. The boy had a delightful
fragrance going on, that lovely heady boy smell. I didn't stay there long
because his need was greater than mine.

I moved to my knees and Tamlyn pulled his legs back. I could easily see his
young boy pussy, the puckered muscle having returned to its default
state. I put my cock against it and pushed gently and it gave away
immediately. I plunged all the way inside of him until my own heavy balls
were resting against his tender butt. I slipped my arms under his legs,
leaned forward and proceeded to fuck his tight little as in the manner that
the boy liked; deep and hard.

Fucking Tamlyn was one of the joys in my life. The boy was as enthusiastic
as any boy I'd ever fucked. He was vocal as all hell, crying out for what
he wanted, profuse in his praise for a job being well done. It was a good
thing that the music room was more toward the center of the big old house
because as noisy as the boy could get I was sure he'd be heard out on the
street.

My body was low enough that Tam could wrap his arms around my neck, which
is what he did. His coltish legs went around my hips and the boy held while
I pummeled his tight little asshole.

"God I love it when you fuck me Zep. You're the best. You fuck me better
than any of my friends do," he moaned in my ear. He'd told me about a
couple of his friends that he was actively involved with and had suggested
that maybe some time they could all spend the night with me so we could
fuck til the cows came. "And we don't even have cows," he had added. I had
told Tam that was a splendid idea but up until then it hadn't happened.

"You're gonna make me cum soon Zep," the boy groaned. He slipped a hand
down between us and began stroking his cock. I started hammering his ass
even hard, slamming my cock back into him and causing him to grunt or groan
with each thrust. The primary sounds in the room were his grunting and our
bodies slapping together. I loved that rhythmic sound. A second later Tam
growled.

"Oh fuck oh shitting Christ," he practically yelled. When I felt his
asshole constrict against my cock I allowed my body to go and began pumping
multiple jets of thick cum into him. I pushed into him, held my position
and ground my ass around a little bit then went back to drilling him from
different angles which caused him to cry out again. That boy had more
multiple orgasms than anybody I'd ever known.  I finally slowed down and
stopped and neither of us said a word for a solid minute. Finally Tam said,

"Lay on me please Zep." I did as he asked, allowing my full weight to rest
on his slender boys' body. Tamlyn loved this part of our sex as much as the
rest of it. He proceeded to give me little kisses all over my face..

"Sometimes I wished that I lived with you so we could do this all day and
all night," he said whimsically. While I didn't say anything I thought to
myself that I'd probably never survive it.

We finally parted and I took him upstairs for a shower, keeping the boy
impaled on my cock the entire time, which he loved. He held on tight, his
head resting on my shoulder and give me little kisses on my neck. After a
thorough cleaning we dried off and crawled into my bed for a little nap,
after which he got dressed.

"I really want to spend a whole night with you Zep," he said and my
response was when. He said he'd think about it. He kissed me hard on the
mouth then left and I went out to the back yard to do a little work out. I
was there when Jerome came wandering up the driveway with two young boys in
tow.