Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2012 05:37:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Bus Boy

The first part of this story is true, it happened Saturday. The boy does
exist, he is as I describe him and his zipper was down. The dialog between
us did happen and when I tipped the waitress I was very explicit about the
tip being split. That's the end of the real part, the rest is in my dreams.

This story contains sex between an adolescent and an adult male. It also
contains consensual spanking. If any of this goes against your belief
system or is illegal where you live then you should leave now. Otherwise,
N-joi

Hugs,
Tag_m

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The restaurant was a family style place that had been around for 40 years
at least. It was in a small town that sat just outside the city limits of a
mid sized city which, over the years, had spread to said town. While they
were still separate townships, they only separation was the sign that
informed you that you were leaving one and entering the other.

My mother had frequented the place regularly the last 20+ years of her
life. I had accompanied her on many occasions over the years and when she
passed away and I bought my sisters' share of the inheritance I began to
frequent it. The food wasn't anything spectacular although the owner had
also owned a very high end restaurant in the adjacent city, but it was
decent and consistent.

The other consistency was the bus boys that the place typically hired.
Young, as in under 18, they were always quite cute, which caused me to
wonder about the hiring requirements. I'd become more than just a passing
acquaintance or patron with most of them as they were typically the first
contact once a patron was seated. Being a boy lover I always found
something pertinent to talk about, generally beginning with a response to
their typical, "how are you today sir," question which I always put back on
them after answering for myself.

Generally if business was slow, almost always on a weekend morning after
they opened, I'd be able to engage in a conversation with the bus boy. I
was always curious as to what their life ambitions were, their goals, and
always encouraged a boy to finish school or go get that GED. I also always
insisted that any tip that I left was split with the bus boy. Between those
two traits the boys were always more than friendly as well as attentive to
my needs.

Over the 10 years that I'd frequented the restaurant I'd had the honor of
spending quality time with a couple of the boys. I won't go into detail
about how that came about except to say they and I had a good time. Most
were only 1 or 2 encounters, one lasted 3 months with a hot young dark
haired 17 year old. But that's another story.

So it was that I was in the place for breakfast around 8 one dreary
Saturday morning. As I came in the greeter called to the bus boy for
water. I saw that he was filling a glass with water from the waitress
station in the center of the dining room.

"Make one a tall one please," I called out to him. As he headed to get a
larger glass from behind the counter I noticed that he wasn't a boy I'd
seen there before but like all the others he was a cutie. He looked to be
about 14 or 15, dishwater blond hair that fell just over his ears had
plenty of curl to it but wasn't curly per se. A moment later he approached
my table with the glass of water, large open smile on his smooth face. Of
course I glanced at his crotch, I always did, and I could see that his fly
was mostly unzipped although I couldn't see into it or anything. He set the
water down, asking the obligatory question which I responded to in a
typical manner and was told that he'd just gotten in, was tired because
he'd closed the night before. He backed away from the table as we talked
and another glance told me that indeed his fly was open. I waved him to
come in closer and leaned over conspiratorially.

"I think your fly is open," I whispered. He looked down and reached for the
zipper and the crotch of his slacks while saying,

"It is, I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize to me, I'm not offended, trust me." Still, the
boy was embarrassed but the expression on his young face was still sweet
and innocent.

"A lot of people wouldn't have told you but I have no problem with that."

"It's true," he said, "so thank you very much for telling me." As he walked
off I admired the slender boyish butt while wondering what was inside those
black slacks. Throughout my meal he came back, checking to see if I needed
water, coffee or just asking how I was doing. I always asked him back, got
a smile and an answer. When I left I was explicit in my directions
regarding the tip.

"Your bus boy," the girl behind the cash register asked, "Canyon?" I said,
"If that's who the blonde boy was" and she nodded her head, "Canyon." So
now I had a name and I rather liked it; it was an unusual name.

I was back the following Saturday, an even more dreary one than the week
before. Fall was coming in with vigor, announcing it's presence to the
world. Canyon was working and gave me huge grin and a little wave when I
went into the dining room. He was there almost immediately with a large
water.

"I wanted to thank you for the tip last week; people don't ever tip bus
boys."

"I know that, but I do, always."

"That's what Dominic said when I told him. He said you always tipped the
boys." Dominic was one of the boys that had shared my bed on a couple of
occasions, an experience that had been quite incredible and not just
because he was hung like a stud horse either. He'd been another sweet kid.

"I do," I responded.

"He said you were one of the nicest customers he'd ever met." I nodded my
head and said that Dom has been a hell of a nice kid.

"Much like you Canyon," I said, relishing saying his name.

"Thank you Tim," he said, adding, "Dominic told me your name. I hope it's
okay if call you by your first name.

"Absolutely, I'd be offended if you didn't now that you know it." He smiled
again and I asked him if he'd worked again last night. He sighed and nodded
his head.

"And I had to walk home after work." I commented that was horrible and
asked why. He said that he'd gotten out too late to catch the last bus and
I asked about parents. He got a little bit of a hurt expression on his
face.

"My mom was out and wouldn't come get me, said the weather was nice and the
walk would do me good. I asked where he lived and he told me, catching me
by surprise. Canyon lived in a small community alongside mine, another one
of those "separated by a sign," sorts of things. I said that was amazing
because I lived "next door," and told him. The boy grinned and said he used
to play in the community park by my house all the time when he was little.

"Damn Canyon, that's a good 2-1/2 mile walk and on township roads with no
sidewalks and few streetlights." He nodded his head and said it wasn't too
bad but once the weather got worse it would be a different story.

"Still that's not a good thing at all," I said. He shrugged his shoulders
and headed off to do his job. I said goodbye before I left and got an
enthusiastic response. My next few visits were pretty much the same. I went
on weekend mornings, was greeted warmly by Canyon. Because I went early it
wasn't busy so I got to know him a little better and he seemed willing to
talk. I asked if he'd had to walk home any more and nodded his head.

"Once, but it was nice out." I reiterated my concerns for him and he
thanked me for that. I didn't see him until my meal was about over and when
he approached my table I saw that his fly was down again. Being a boy lover
as I said, I immediately wanted to read something into that. He came over
to my booth, asked if I wanted him to remove my plates and I nodded my
head. As he leaned in I said quietly,

"Canyon, your zipper is down." He looked down, saw that it was,

"Dammit. I'm so sorry Tim. I went to the bathroom and..." he stopped,
realizing what he was telling me. "Oh God I can't believe I said that." Of
course most restaurant customers don't want to know that anyone in the
establishment used a bathroom while they were working.

"I washed my hands real good, honest," the boy said. The look of anguish on
his cute face caused me to smile.

"Look, Canyon, I don't care, really. I don't have those kinds of hang-ups.
You went to the bathroom, okay. Washed or didn't wash, doesn't matter a
whit to me. The fact that you were holding your dick, might even have
gotten some pee on you in the process, doesn't phase me in the least. I'm
not worried about germs and urine is a sterile product. I've been around so
much of that as well as naked and half naked boys that none of that bothers
me at all. Okay? Don't sweat it man, seriously." He looked at me kind of
funny, probably wondering why I was so up front about it all, not to
mention the comment about naked boys and pee.

"Okay, well thanks anyway." He started to turn then stopped. "You're a
pretty cool guy." Before I could respond he turned and hustled off. I was
waiting for my check and my waitress seemed to have disappeared. Canyon
came back and asked if I needed anything else.

"Yes, two things. One, you're a pretty cool guy too and thank you for the
compliment. Second, I want you to have this," and I handed him a business
card with my cell number. "If you get stuck and need a ride home at night I
want you to call me." He started to protest and I stopped him. "I'm serious
Canyon. It's dangerous enough walking that road in the daytime, let alone
the night. And the weather is going to start getting really shitty. It's no
big deal for me to hop down the hill and pick you up. I insist that you
call. If I find out that you walked home again the next time I see you I'm
going to turn you over my knee and spank your little butt." I said the
latter with a stern expression and the shaking of a finger. He wasn't sure
about whether I meant it.

"Really Canyon," I said in a very soft voice. "I kinda worry about you.
Please call me if you need a ride." He smiled at me.

"I promise Tim, thank you." I reached out and the boy took my hand and we
shook on it. I paid my check finally, left a healthy tip with directions as
usual. I didn't make it back to the restaurant for a couple of weeks and
when I did it was the middle of the week. I hadn't heard from him so
assumed he was doing okay. My waitress was one that I'd had during one of
my Canyon episodes and she recognized me so I asked how the boy was
doing. This particular waitress was one those that will gossip til the cows
came home, tell you every detail of her own life as well as anyone else's
that she had an opportunity to gossip about.

"He's doing okay. It's a nice thing that you did about the tipping by the
way. A couple of us always give him part of our tips. He doesn't have a lot
and he's such a sweet boy. Too bad his mother isn't." I nodded my head and
asked the obvious question. "She's an alcoholic, is gone an awful lot,
doesn't beat him or hurt him but could sure as hell take a lot better care
of him. He sure seems to be taken with you," she added and of course I
asked what she meant. "He talks about how nice you are, how interested you
seem to be in his life that sort of stuff."

"Well that's nice, I like him too and he does seem like a really nice
kid. Of course I'm interested in everybody's life as you well know but I
guess he doesn't know that. And that's okay. Tell him I say hey next time
you see him."

"I will. He mostly works weekends though so you might catch him here either
night shift Friday or early morning." I ended up going in that Friday night
about 10 for some coffee and pie and sure enough wonder boy was there.
Because of the hour things were very slow. I swear that Canyon's smile lit
up the dining room when he saw me. He came right over with a tall glass of
ice water and asked how I was doing and after telling him put it back on
him.

"I'm okay thank you for asking." That was a line I used a great deal and
since imitation is the sincerest form of flattery I took it as such, smiled
and nodded my head.

"I kind of missed seeing you the past few weeks," I told him and he said
that he felt the same way. We got caught up then he went about his
business. On one of his stop by's I whispered that I noticed his fly was
staying up. He grinned and nodded his head and just as softly thanked me
for watching out for him.

"I rather like watching out after you Canyon, it gives me a sense of pride
some how." He almost blushed.

"I was thinking I might have to call you for a ride tonight," he said and I
got the impression he was slightly embarrassed by that. "My mom said she
was going out to celebrate a friend's birthday."

"No problem, what time to you get off?" He said he could probably leave
anytime so would go call his mom. He came back a few minutes later and said
she wasn't answering her phone.

"I'll see if I can leave," he said and came back a few minutes later saying
he could go. I paid my check, told him I'd wait outside and 5 minutes later
the boy came out, the ever present smile on his face. I led him to my
Lexus, a 3 year old SC, and got him belted in. I knew pretty much where to
go and as I got closer Canyon provided directions. Talk was conversational,
a lot of the boy thanking me. I gently told him that he could stop thanking
me any time, once was plenty.

"Or what, you'll spank my little butt," he asked with a chuckle.

"That's an option," retorted. "Is that something you'd like?" He paused
then said with a giggle,

"Maybe." I told him there were a whole lot worse things he could do. He
told me to turn right and pull up at the second house. As I pulled to a
stop Canyon said,

"God I hope she didn't use the deadbolt." I asked what he meant.

"Sometimes she accidentally locks the deadbolt and I don't have a key for
it, only the door. If that happens then I'm screwed because I don't have a
way to get in." He gave me a look of concern. I said I'd wait to make sure
he got inside. He started to say thank you but caught himself. Canyon got
out and walked up the cracked walkway to the rather dismal little house,
pulling what I assumed was a key, from his pocket. I watched him then
watched him shake the door handle then turn and come back to the car, his
head hanging.

"It's locked," he said, clearly depressed over his situation. I asked what
his options were. Canyon said he could call his grandmother who lived in
Parkland, a community south of the city at least 25 minutes away.

"She'd be really mad, it would start a fight with my mom. If I did go to
her house then I'd have to miss work tomorrow and I can't do that." Clearly
the boy wasn't in a great space.

"Okay Canyon, look. How about if you stay at my place and I'll take you to
work in the morning? I know it's kind of strange but really, I don't mind
at all and besides, I'd like to help you out." He looked at me.

"Oh man Tim, I don't know, I hate to do that." When I asked him why he went
into the usual kinds of reason but I finally stopped him.

"You don't have a lot of options Canyon and I'm happy to do it, I swear to
god." He nodded his head so I put the car into gear and took off in a
little blaze of burning rubber.

"Darn it all," he exclaimed before we made it a block. When I asked he
said,

"I don't have any clean clothes for work tomorrow. I can't wear these," he
explained. That was true, he couldn't. They were spotted with the typical
effluvia that a bus boy would incur working at his job. I told him we could
wash his clothes at my house. "I don't have any clean underwear," he
said. I pulled the car to the curb and turned toward him.

"Canyon, I'm going to ask you to do something," I said quietly. "I'm going
to ask you to try and start thinking in the positive. All of these things
you're experiencing tonight are really little things in the grand scheme of
life. These are all fixable, they all have fairly simple solutions. I'm
going to be here to help you solve them. Okay?" I'd used my best soft,
caring, therapeutic voice.

"Okay Tim, I trust you," he said in an equally soft, little boy voice. I
reached out and ruffled his hair.

"Good boy." I pulled back out and 5 minutes later we were pulling into my
garage and 3 minutes after that we walked through an all purpose room that
contained the washer and dryer, upright freeze, bakers' racks for
storage. We left our shoes under a small bench in the room then passed into
the living room.

"Wow, this is really nice Tim," he said as he glanced around the large open
space. I'd knocked down almost all of the walls inside the former 4 bedroom
home to create an unobstructed view from one end to the other almost. Each
space was defined mostly by the type of furniture or appliance clusters
that were in it as well as what decorated the few walls that were left. At
the other end of the room and off to one side was the kitchen dining area
and beyond that to one side was a short hall that led to the two
bedrooms. Actually it was one bedroom and an empty room that I practiced
Tai Chi, yoga, and Kung fu in. There was a full bath at the entrance to the
hall as well as an en suite master bathroom. Tucked back in a corner was my
desk, computer and file cabinet. There were plenty of shelves for the books
and other things I'd collected over the years.

"So, how about we get your clothes into the washer," I said then asked if
Canyon felt he needed a shower to which he nodded his head
vigorously. "Come with me then," I said and led him down the hall to my
bedroom.

"Wow, how did you do that," Canyon exclaimed when he saw my bed. I chuckled
and explained it to him. My bed was basically a platform with an extra
thick mattress and no box spring that appeared to hover about 20 inches
above the hardwood floor. It looked like one of those bracket less shelves
that appeared to be attached to the wall with no visible means of
support. In actuality the frame rested on a pair of 3inch steel pipes that
projected out of the wall. They were braced in concrete inside the wall a
4x4 was wedged between each pipe and the roof joist so the pipes couldn't
move when weight was on the bed. It was pretty fucking cool actually.

Canyon followed me into my bathroom which was another sight to behold. I
showed him how to get the water set in the shower, told him to go ahead
toss his clothes out onto the floor and meanwhile I'd get him a robe to
wear. I always kept a couple of robes in my closet since one never knew
when one might have a guest. I pulled one off the hanger and approached the
bathroom door when it opened a crack and Canyon tossed his clothes out.

"Here you go kiddo," I said and he cracked the door wider, peeping from
behind it, and I passed the robe through. He closed the door and I picked
his clothes up and headed for the laundry room where I discovered that the
boy favored Hanes briefs. Along with the obligatory yellow spots in the fly
I noticed a smaller crusty one and wondered what had prompted that. I got
his clothes going then went into the living room and plopped down onto sofa
and a few minutes later Canyon came into the room bundled up in the robe. A
shorty, it only went to his knees which allowed me to note the smattering
of light brown hairs on his thin calves. His hair was still damp and thus a
little straighter then I'd seen it before but of course the curl would
return as it dried.

"Feel better," I asked and the boy nodded his head and offered me his
signature smile. "Clothes are in the wash and will be done in 20 minutes,"
I told him.

"It feels weird being someone else's house wearing only a bathrobe," he
said.

"Really? Well, I can understand that, and I can fix it." I got up and went
into my room, stripped, and pulled on my own robe and returned to the
living room.

"Oh gosh Tim, I didn't mean for you to change," he exclaimed, clearly
embarrassed that I'd seemingly gone out of my way to make him comfortable.

"I want guests in my home to be comfortable. Besides, if I were home alone
I'd probably just be wearing underwear or maybe even nothing." He nodded
his head and after a pause said that he did the same thing sometimes when
he had his house to himself. I nodded my own head in understanding. We
talked briefly about nothing important and after a brief pause Canyon asked
if he could ask me a question to which I responded he could ask me
anything. He wanted to know what I'd meant a couple weeks before when I had
commented about urine and being around naked boys.

"Well, in high school I was a Boy Scout leader and we used to do a lot of
scout camping trips. I was also on swim team and worked as a life guard at
the community pool in high school and college. After college I worked in a
boy's group home for awhile and had to watch them pee for urine testing. I
did a little stint in the military which means you shower with anywhere up
to 20 other guys. All in all I'm not at all uncomfortable around naked
males, if that makes sense."

"Yeah, it does." I said it was my turn to ask a question and he said to go
ahead.

"You said maybe when I asked if you wanted me to spank your butt. Can you
tell me more about that?" Canyon blushed so heavily that in an elderly
person I'd suspect a heart attack. I quickly re-assured him that there were
plenty of people who enjoyed spanking both giving and receiving. He asked
if I fit into one of those categories. I had to think for a moment.

"I was with a person for awhile that liked being spanked so supported that
by doing the spanking. It requires a certain hand and knowing how far to go
or not to go and how hard to spank. There's a technique about it so I read
up on it in order to help that person out. It ended up being very
satisfactory for them." Canyon seemed to digest that for a moment then
asked,

"Why do they that, want to be spanked?" while there were a variety of
explanations the one I on was that for some it was a sexual turn on that
eventually ended with other sexual activity and eventually cumming. He was
quiet for a second then said in a soft voice,

"When I was about 11 my mother's boyfriend at the time spanked me. I don't
remember why but he took my pants and underwear down and laid me across his
knees and spanked me hard. It hurt, and I cried, but I got such a boner
from it that my dick hurt. When I put my hands behind me to stop him, he
held them and kept spanking me. That seemed to make me even hotter and
harder, his controlling me like that. I managed to get my pants back up
without him seeing my hard cock and he left my bedroom. I rolled onto my
back and even though I was crying, I played with my dick, amazed that I had
gotten so hard." When my mother found out he'd done it she kicked him out
so he never did it again but in a way I wished that he had."

I didn't say anything, wanting the boy to continue however he chose. When
he did speak I was caught off guard.

"Was it a man or a woman, the person you spanked?" His voice had remained
soft. I decided that then was the time to lay my cards on the table.

"It was a boy." I'd kept my voice intentionally low. Canyon looked at me
with a noncommittal expression on his smooth face. The quiet was palatable
in the large open space.

"Would you like me to spank you," I asked him. Canyon nodded his head,
barely. I motioned to come over to me, which he did. I indicated that I
wanted him lay across my lap. Keeping the robe in place canyon lay across
my lap as I'd asked.

"Don't beat me, okay Tim," he asked looking over his shoulder at me.

"It's going to hurt canyon because that's what you want but no, I'm not
going to beat you. However, if you put your hands back to protect your butt
I'm going to hold them out of the way. When you feel you've had enough, you
must say stop 3 times quickly. Do you understand?" He nodded his head so I
made him say it.  Only then did I pull the robe up over his back to reveal
his tender little butt for the first time.

Canyon had a glorious ass. His work slacks did not do him justice. The twin
globes rose up away from the small of his back to create two delectable
mounds of flesh that I hoped I'd be able to bury my face and even my cock
into some day. I rubbed the delicious cheeks reveling in the softness of
his skin, the pliability of the muscle. I reached down between his thighs
and pushed the outer leg farther out then went back to rubbing his butt,
kneading the flesh, loving it with my hand and fingers.

"Are you ready canyon?" He nodded his head and offered a weak,

"Yes." I put my right hand on his back then brought my left down onto his
butt cheek with a sharp little slap causing the boy to jerk. I brought it
down again on the other cheek with the same amount of force, then back to
the first one and then the second one. It wasn't hurried at all, perhaps 5
to 8 seconds between slaps. I then rubbed his butt again, moving my hand
quickly to dissipate the pain. His butt was beginning to turn a little red.

The next series of slap were harder but done with the same pace,
alternating cheeks. He began to grunt with each slap and then moan, the
sounds similar to what a boy or man makes each time you thrust your cock
into his ass. I heard "Aahhh" and Oohhh, and Uuhhh interspersed with the
groans. I slapped him 6 times on each cheek before stopping to rub his
butt. In the process of rubbing I allowed my hand to slip further down
between his legs and included his inner thighs in the rub, touching his
balls then returning with a finger dragging across his hole.  I could feel
the tip of his cock poking against my inner thigh and I could feel the
dampness of his arousal.

I slapped him again, much harder, and this time he put his left arm back,
trying to protect himself. I grabbed the wrist and held it out of the way
and slapped him again, always alternating cheeks. Canyon started raising
his legs with each slap, twisting his body to get away, but I held him
firmly and continued to spank him. The moans became louder and deeper, a
clear indication to me that the boy was rising up into a fog of hotness,
the feelings of sexuality and lust raging through his body.

He began breathing harder and I heard my first "no" but not a stop. I
rubbed his butt again, rubbed down onto his balls and actually cupped the
eggs, reveling in their smoothness and tugged on them, rather hard. On the
way back up I rubbed against his hole then began spanking him as low paced
and methodical as before.

"Oohhh god Tim," he groaned as his body twisted. I was hitting him harder;
but still not nearly as hard as I could. Canyon's tender little ass was
becoming bright red and it sounded like he was whimpering. I stopped and
rubbed him again, played with his balls again and tugged on them, rubbed
his butt hole a little longer then slapped him again. Canyon continued to
struggle, continued to try and use his hands for protection but to no
avail. By that time I'd struck the boy close to 30 times. He finally
uttered the magic words; stop 3 times, rather like Beetle Juice. I stopped
immediately. Canyon moved off of my lap and stood before me, his stone hard
cock jutting out from between the folds of the robe. He had a couple of
tears running down his cheeks.

"I need to suck your cock," he said in a hoarse voice, his soft brown eyes
almost closed from lust. I nodded my head and leaned back, pulling my robe
open to reveal just under 8 inches of rock hard uncircumcised cock standing
at full attention. The adorably young teen pulled his robe open to reveal
his boyhood charms to me. He looked to be a solid 6 inches, cut with a nice
little nest of dark brown hair at the base of his cock. Canyon's dick stood
tall and proud in front of his totally flat little belly, the top third of
it as red as his butt. I didn't get much of a chance to look because he
dropped down between my legs, took hold of my cock and went to town.

Canyon held my cock against his face for a moment, reveling in its feel as
though it were the finest silk. Then the boy turned his head and began
sucking at the side, up and down the shaft, opening his mouth wide to
capture the shaft then closing down on it with a sucking sound. He took
time to go up over the head, place his mouth over it and suckled for a
moment or two then went back to kissing and sucking up and down the
shaft. He captured the swollen head in the same manner, tightening his lips
on it. In between all that he licked everything from my balls to the head,
concentrating on the sensitive underside of the glans.

A number of years ago I'd seen a little video clip of a Russian boy named
Jura who had done the same thing on a man. I remembered that the boy
clearly loved cock, loved what he was doing, and seemingly loved the man he
was doing it too. It had been incredibly erotic and now Canyon was doing
the same thing to me, almost as if he'd seen the video and was mimicking
it. I could hear Canyon moan softly as he worked on me and it seemed clear
to me that he was enjoying what he was doing as much as young Jura had.

I finally had to stop him. "I need to suck you too Canyon," I told him. The
boy nodded his head, stood up and climbed onto the sofa with his feet
straddling my lap then leaned forward and offered me his raging hard on. I
took it quickly and began sucking him greedily, one hand on his butt and
the other cupping his balls. I reveled in the feel of him in my mouth, the
softness of his smooth balls and the sounds he continued to make above me.

Canyon began gently moving his hips, fucking my mouth, and I managed to
take him all the way to the root, squeezing his sensitive cock head with my
throat muscles and causing him to moan very loudly. I stopped after about a
minute and had him step down.

"I want to watch you cum," I told him, my own voice husky with lust. I
tugged him to sit between my legs and lean back against me with his upper
body leaning to one side and the tail of the robe thrown over my leg. I
wrapped one arm around his shoulder and took hold of his raging cock with
the other hand and began jacking him off. I wanted to kiss his neck, suck
on an ear and all that other stuff but I didn't know if he was prepared to
go there or not.

Canyon spread one leg out so that it draped over my leg, opening him up,
then reached across his body and took hold of my cock and began jacking me
off. He turned his head to look at me through half lidded eyes. His gaze
met mine, then looked down at my lips then back up again. I moved my head
toward his and when our lips touched Canyon pressed his mouth against
mine. I could hear him moan deep in his throat as his mouth mauled
mine. The boy certainly was up for kissing.

It didn't take long before he broke away from me, said he was going to cum
and indeed did cum. Canyon's head went backwards and he groaned as his cock
thickened in my hand. I watched a jet of sperm spray up onto his chest, and
I do mean spray. It looked like an uncorked bottle of champagne. The second
squirt was much like the first one and the next few were more like burps of
cum that splattered his lower belly and the rest just oozed out and ran
down over my thumb.

Once Canyon was done he took his hand from my cock, wiped up a bunch of his
cum and went back to work, focusing on my cock head. It didn't take long
before I squirted and while it didn't get quite the distance that canyon
did, it was still a respectable cumming. As my dick stopped oozing Canyon
let go and just relaxed back into my arms. I readjusted a little in order
to accommodate him then just sat there breathing hard for a good minute.

"Thank you Tim," Canyon finally breathed out. "That was perfect." I kissed
his temple.

"That works both ways, thank you," I said. At that moment the buzzer went
off on the washing machine. I managed to wiggle my way out from under
Canyon who just laid back against the sofa with a contented expression on
his face and sperm running down his torso. "Looks like another shower is in
order," I told him as headed off.

"Nice butt," he called out after me. I swapped the clothes out and went
back into the living room where Canyon was getting up from the sofa. He was
still hard, his cock not quite as tall as it had been but still stiff as a
nail. The boy shot me a grin that I was coming to expect. I reached out a
hand, which he took, and led him to my bathroom. We hung the towels up and
Canyon stopped to look at his butt in the mirror, noticed that it was still
red but didn't comment.

In under the spray we rinsed off and I squirted soap into my hands. "Ever
been washed," I asked him.

Canyon shook his head. "I never been anything." I started at his shoulders,
massaging deeply as I went.

"Was this your first time with someone Canyon," I asked and he nodded his
head in response.

"I've wanted to but haven't. I don't have a lot of friends, only one or
two. I'm pretty much a geek. I don't play sports and I'm not in any of the
clubs at school. I spend most of my time working at whatever jobs I can
find so I can buy the things that I need. You're leaving that tip for me
meant a lot to me Tim and I know you don't want me thanking you all over
the place but I really mean it." as I had added more soap to my hands I
asked Canyon how old he was and his response was

"Almost 15; is that okay Tim?" I told him it was more than okay then
reached around him to wash the front of his torso.

"I really like being held like this. I haven't been held in years it seems
like."

"I'd be happy to hold as long and as often as you want Canyon. I really do
think that you're an awesome boy and I hope we can spend more time together
and when I say that I don't mean just sexually, I mean just hanging out." I
had made it down to his crotch and was busy soaping his balls and squishing
them through my soapy fingers.

"Well I'm all up for sexy stuff AND the not sexy stuff," he said with a
chuckle. I continued to work on his cock and his balls, all the while
holding him. I re-soaped my hands and stood at one hip and slipped my
slippery fingers between his glorious cheeks and worked at his boy hole.

"Oh man Tim," he moaned and actually moved his ass back into me a little
bit. I moved my hand forward and rubbed against his balls before coming
back to work at his puckered muscle for a minute. When I was done I moved
Canyon under the spray and went about getting him rinsed off then pulled
him to me and kissed him. Canyon responded with equal vigor, pressing his
mouth and his body against mine, holding onto me as if he were
drowning. When we broke he was breathing hard and had to lean against the
wall. I went about cleansing myself fairly quickly then shut the water off.

"I want to wash you next time," he said.

"So, you think there's going to be a next time?"

"There damn well better be," he said with a grin.

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