Date: Tue, 10 Nov 2015 01:14:27 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Farm III

By way of explanation, Mike in this story belongs to one of my readers. He
stated that Mike was a part of his early teen years and the description
here is 100% what my reader told me. So, this boy is for him.

Hugs,
Tag_m

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Over the next couple of weeks Mike and I got to know each other pretty
well. I discovered that he was a pretty smart boy, excelled at math and
sciences, loved swimming and tennis and was overall a very pleasant person
to be around. I found out that he didn't think too highly of his father,
that the man was basically an asshole; Mike's exact words.

Since Mike's mother worked some long hours he spent quite a bit of time at
my house. He was concerned in the beginning about being a pest but I
assured the boy that he was pleasant company. Of course I had work to do
and he understood that. If he chose to stay, he would watch TV or play with
Snookie, who was more than happy to have the attention.

I also hired the boy to do some minor yard work; stuff that I was more than
capable of doing but didn't mind farming out. I took him out on the bike a
half dozen times, an activity that Mike seemed to really like. He typically
held on to me, arms about my waist and at times even seemed to hug me. Mike
seemed to relish physical contact which wasn't too surprising.

Mike typically wore sports shorts and a t-shirt adorned with a logo of one
sort or another and Vans with or without socks depending on his mood I
suppose. The boy wore jeans from time to time as well but no matter what it
was, it highlighted his tight little butt and the bulge of that which made
him boy. I often saw the tell-tale straps of his jock, especially if he was
bent over and whatever he was wearing was stretched tight across his
delicious butt. On a couple of occasions, as he bent over, the sport shorts
inched downward and revealed the thick waist strap that signified a jock
strap and on at least one of those occasions it was clear that he wasn't
wearing underwear.

I caught Mike checking out my bulge from time to time although he didn't
know that I'd seen him. There were times too when he caught me in my room
clad only in briefs, which is all I ever wore, never boxers or boxer
briefs. He asked me once why I didn't have curtains on my bedroom and
bathroom windows, the window into the bathroom identical to the floor to
ceiling windows in the bedroom.

"No need to really Mike. I have plenty of privacy, as you can see, and
besides the outside view is pretty nice. Also the uncovered windows provide
plenty of light for my plants." Indeed, I had a half dozen indoor plants in
pots both on the floor and on stands as well as a huge Hoya that hung from
ceiling to the wood floor. He nodded his head in understanding. He said
that he'd be worried if someone saw him naked. I reminded him that nobody
ever wandered around in my back yard.

"But I do," he said.

"Yeah but I'm not concerned about you by chance seeing me naked. I mean,
it's just us guys right? I don't have anything that you haven't seen every
day of your life."

"But you're an adult and I'm just a boy." I smiled and nodded my head.

"I know and you've got a cock and balls just like I do." The boy blushed at
my statement.

"I don't know why I'm being weird about it Russ cuz you're right. It's not
a big deal."

"Good boy," I said and ruffled his hair. I had gotten out of the shower one
morning and was drying off when Mike came up onto the deck. I wasn't
exposed because a towel was around my waist. I signaled for him to come
into the house. My briefs were on the bed so I simply stepped into them and
tugged them on and tugged them up under the towel then removed it. I was
wearing a pair of Go Softly bikini briefs that were a light pink with a
dark raspberry trim. To say that I filled them out would be a gross
understatement. I reached inside to adjust myself while Mike just stared.

"Can I ask you a question Russ?" I stepped up close to the boy.

"You can always ask me questions Mike, in fact I want you to. I don't care
how silly you think the question might be or if you think it's too
personal. Just go ahead and ask, okay?  It's the only way you'll learn
things."

"It's kind of embarrassing but, are you really big down there or does the
underwear make it look that way?"

"Don't be embarrassed Mike. If it were me in your shoes I'd be curious
too. I am above average and yes the underwear make me seem even bigger."

"I'll say; you look huge." He paused for a moment then said, "You would be
curious too if you were me?" I nodded my head and of course the boy asked
why.

"Well, most guys are curious about other guys and most guys appreciate when
another guy is big. I'm sure that boys in your PE classes look at each
other in the locker room and the shower. It's pretty natural."

"Yeah, you're right about that. Some boys even get boners in the shower." I
told him that wasn't unusual at all because being naked felt good and in
many instances had a bit of a sexual feel to it.

"Let's face it Mike, at your age boys get boners all the damned time and
all those new sexual feeling that run through a boys' body doesn't help."
He nodded his head. I asked if had happened to him and he nodded his head
again.

"Does that happen to all guys or just boys?" I went on to explain that it
happened to men to although not as often as it did to a boy.

"Sometimes it just goes hard and won't go away so a guy has to take care of
it. I'm going to bet that you know exactly what I`m talking about." I swear
that Mike blushed furiously as he nodded his head.

"So men do it too, Jac..." And here he caught himself and said
"masturbate." I chuckled.

"Yes, men jack off just like boys do and as long as you're around me you
don't have to worry about words, okay." He nodded his head. As I stepped
into my jeans he kept the conversation going.

"You said you bigger than average. How big is average?" I explained the
nature of cocks to the boy; that generally a soft was typically somewhat
short and hard was bigger. I further explained that cocks that were long
when soft generally didn't get proportionally larger when hard. I ended
with the fact that 6 inches hard was about average, that some races were
traditionally larger or smaller than other.

"How big should I be?"  I told him that anywhere from about 4 to 5 inches
hard was average for his age. The boy grinned.

"I'm bigger than average then," he said with pride. I ruffled his hair and
said that was great.

"Now you've got me curious," I said.

"Really?" I nodded my head and reminded him that men could be as curious as
boys but men typically kept that to themselves.

"Well maybe we could do show and tell sometime," he said.

"I would be honored if you chose to do that Mike. That's not an easy
decision to make." Then he surprised me by stepping in close and hugging me
tightly.

"I didn't want to move here Russ but now I'm really glad that we did and
I'm glad you're my friend." I held the boy tightly and gently rubbed his
back, reveling in the feel of a growing boys' muscles, and told him I felt
the same way. We broke apart and headed into the kitchen where I proceeded
to rustle up some breakfast.

I had made the offer of breakfast to Mike from the beginning. He typically
had cold cereal for his morning fare and the idea of having something
varied and cooked was something the boy leapt at. This morning's menu was a
frittata with plenty of vegetables and chunks of chopped up already cooked
Italian sausages. A little shredded Mozzarella finished it off and with
toasted sour dough on the side it was perfect.

Afterwards Mike went out to work on a weeding project at the back of the
property and I went to work on my computer. A couple of hours later I got
up and stretched and headed outside with a couple of sodas. I rounded a
large Hydrangea to a glorious sight.

Mike was facing away from me with his shorts down below his bare butt
cheeks, the only clothing in sight being the leg straps and waistband of
his jock strap. His shirt was pulled up out of the way providing me an
amazing view of a glorious boy butt. The dimples at the sides of each cheek
were in clear view, the narrow crevices at his tailbone that creeped into a
V and then the deep cleft of his crack helping highlight the glorious
orbs. It appeared that the pouch of his jock strap was pulled to the side,
allowing all of his boy parts to be in the air while his stream of piss
anointed the ground. Yes, it was a glorious sight and he had a glorious
butt and I told him so.

"Nice butt Mike," I called out to him from 15 feet away. To his credit the
boy didn't jump and didn't make any quick moves but simply finished his
business. I could tell when he shook off and tucked his stuff away. Mike
got his clothes in place but was turning as he did it and I got a quick
brief view of his pouch.  Mike didn't need to say anything about peeing
outside because it was a topic that we had covered at the very
beginning. When he had to go, he could do so almost anywhere he pleased.

I handed him the soda and asked, "You like wearing a jock?" He nodded his
head. "Lots of guys do," I said, "they like how it cups their stuff and how
it highlights their bulge. Plus it feels kind of sexy cuz your butt is
almost hanging out. I had thought you might be wearing one from the first
time I saw you."

"Really, you noticed my bulge?"

"Sure. Lots of guys notice stuff like that; they just don't talk about
it. I feel like you and I can talk about that kind of stuff."

"So, you think I have a nice butt?"

"You have a dynamite butt Mike, one of the nicest I've seen." He blushed
again but then got a little coy.

"You check out guys butts?"

"Mostly when they belong to a really cute boy and you are most certainly a
cute boy."  He digested that for a moment then said softly,

"Well maybe we should add that to show and tell."

"I'm good with that. But of course you've already shown me." Before he
could respond my phone rang. I checked the number and saw that it was from
the company CEO so I answered it. I listened to what he said then said I
could mostly likely catch a flight that afternoon. I hung up.

"I have to fly out on business Mike," I told him. Clearly the expression on
his face told me he was disappointed at not being able to hang out with
me. Then I had an idea. "How would you like to go with me?" I told him what
I had to do and of course he wondered what he would do and I told him he
could actually go with me since I was simply going to tour a small
plant. Also the hotel I would stay at had a swimming pool. Plus there was
an excellent zoo and other sites in that city so we could spend a couple
days.

Before he could answer my question my phone rang again and it was his
mother. The bottom line was that she had been called out of town and
wondered if I could keep an eye on Mike for her, maybe have him stay at my
house. I told her what was going on and she gave me permission to take Mike
with me. She then talked briefly with her son.

"Gosh Russ, this will be fun." Indeed it would be. I called Debbie at my
office for the particulars and instructed her to get another seat for Mike
then sent him home to pack an bag with enough clothes for a couple of days.
I called Gertrude and let her know what was going on and she said she'd
check on Snookie a couple times a day, not that she needed to. I used an
electronic feeding system and he had his own dog door so there wouldn't be
an issue.

An hour later we were headed up the freeway and an hour and a half after
that we were being seated in 1st class, my preferred method of travel, with
Mike in the window seat. The flight was 3 hours and essentially uneventful
although Mike was totally stoked about the personal attention from the
flight attendants. We crossed a time zone and landed about 5 in the
afternoon, picked up my rental and were at the hotel about 6:30. We got to
our room on the 20th floor and again Mike was impressed.

The room was very well appointed, the shower was almost decadent and the
view was incredible. "This is amazing Russ," Mike said as he stared out the
window.  I came up behind him and rested my hands on his shoulders and he
surprised me by leaning back into me so my arms went around his chest and I
gently held him. Mike's hands moved to gently rest against my arms. I let
my chin rest on top of Mike's head and we just stood there for a good 15
seconds.

"This is really nice Russ," he said softly. "I never get held anymore."

"Well for what it is worth I'll hold you anytime you want and for as long
as you like." Mike seemed to snuggle back just a little more and I was
acutely aware of his narrow butt pushing against my crotch. We stayed like
that for another half minute. I had the sense that the boy was mulling
something over in his head. Finally he said,

"Russ?"

"Mmmm," I answered.

"I think it might be time for show and tell," he said in a very soft
voice. "Can you take my shorts off please?" I didn't feel the need to ask
the boy if he was sure.

I let my arms fall away from him and went to my knees. I hooked my fingers
in the waistband of his shorts and gently pulled them and was face to face
with the most glorious boy butt in the known universe. The dimples on the
sides of both amazing cheeks were nicely indented. The muscles in his lower
back that braced his spinal cord were in clear evidence, creating the
little valley's that continue downward and ended at the top of his gluteal
cleavage. I fully appreciated how his cheeks swelled out from the small of
his back to create a pair of incredibly edible bubbles of flesh.

As he stepped out of his shorts Mike peeled his t-shirt off and waited for
me. I gently kissed each cheek and as I stood up I shucked my shorts and
pulled my t-shirt off. It only took a second before I was in briefs only. I
stepped back up to him and we resumed our initial pose with Mike nestled in
my arms, his naked butt now pushed up firmly against my bulge.

"You're so warm," he murmured. I assured Mike that was as well. We stayed
that way for another short bit before he started to turn in my arms. I let
go of him and took two steps back and stopped as he turned to face me. We
both stood still and let our eyes gaze of the other's body.

Mike was perfect in every way. His pecs were slightly bulged and nicely
separated, the crease visible all the way to his outie belly button. His
abdominal muscles were separated into a little six pack and the line
between his abdominal and oblique muscles was very defined, starting at his
hips and disappearing into the waistband of his jock strap. The creases
were deep enough that I might well have been able to slide a finger down
them without disturbing his jock. Then of course there was the pouch that
held his boyhood charms. Mike filled it out nicely and made the bulge that
I'd seen in his shorts and his jeans understandable.

"God you're amazing," I said in a barely audible voice.

"So are you Russ," Mike said in an equally soft voice. He hooked his
fingers in his jock, I did the same with my briefs and we unwrapped
ourselves as if in tandem pushing our respective garments down then
standing facing each other.

"Gosh you really are big Russ," Mike whispered.

"And you're a very healthy boy," I said, my voice also a soft
whisper. Indeed, Mike was a solid 5 soft inches, perhaps more, and cut. His
cock head was perfectly shaped and below it the brown cigar band from his
circumcision very distinct, as were the veins that ran the length of that
which made him boy. I could see a very light smattering of hair at the base
of his hanging cock. Below that hung a nice sized set of perfect balls, the
sac completely hairless and smooth. That Mike had remained soft was
slightly amazing as well.

"Do you shave your hairs Russ," he asked and I nodded my head. "It makes
your cock look even bigger, and your balls too. They look so soft." Neither
of us moved and I certainly wasn't going to. This was Mike's show and he
needed to direct things however he wanted. Since he was still in a full
default state it was possible that all he wanted to do was look and that
was fine with me. I now had a solid visual image to jack off to should the
need arise, no pun intended.

"Your body is so beautiful Russ," Mike said and stepped up to me and put
his arms around my waist. I wrapped and arm around his back and one around
his waist and he tightened his grip, resting his head against my chest.

"I wanted this the first time I saw you that day in our driveway. I can't
explain what happened when I saw you." His voice was very soft. I was
acutely aware of his body heat, of his cock pushing against me, almost
aligned with my own still soft cock. I could feel his little heart beating
against my chest and while it wasn't a rapid heartbeat, it wasn't exactly
60 per either.

"Well I wanted this too Mike, and from the first time I saw you."

"Really? Why, I'm just a boy."

"That's why Mike. I love boys and you aren't just a boy, you are a perfect
boy. Being with you like this is almost a dream come true." I squeezed him
a little, the emotions churning through my body very strong. He hugged me
back. We stayed there another half minute before he spoke.

"Russ?"

"Mmm," I responded.

"Can we go to bed now?" I stepped back a little and gave him a soft kiss on
the forehead.

"Yes we can baby boy." I took his hand and turned, went to the bed and
tugged the top blanked and sheet down and waved him to climb on. Mike got
on the bed on his hands and knees and gave me one of the best views
possible; that of his hairless balls hanging low between his thighs, the
folds of it beginning at his puckered hole along with a slight view of that
most secret spot. It only lasted a second or two before he rolled onto his
side, his cock and his balls flopping onto his inner thigh. I crawled on
behind him and nestled in close after tugging the sheet and bed covering up
to our shoulders.

We lay there, our faces inches from each other, eyes scanning over the
other's face. I caught his magnificent eyes linger briefly on my lips and
decided to take a risk. I leaned forward, angling my mouth toward his. Mike
knew what was coming and did nothing to avoid it, in fact, he turned his
head to give me better access. I let my lips brush against Mike's then
actually kissed him tenderly.

"Mmm." He said when I backed off an inch or two. That gave me incentive to
return, this time a little longer. When I backed off the second time Mike's
eyes had remained closed for moment. He brought a hand up from under the
covers and gently rubbed his fingers against my face.

"I never thought kissing a guy would feel so nice," he said in a soft
voice. "Your lips are so soft Russ."

"When your eyes are closed, lips is lips," I said then gently kissed him
again.

"Gosh I could do that for hours," the little hottie said. I told him I was
fine with whatever he wanted to do. "I think I would like that," he said
again, "but for now I want to explore other things a little bit." He put
his hand back under the covers. I knew what the boy had in mind and a
moment later his hand snaked between our bodies and found my cock, which
was beginning to firm up.

"Gosh I can feel it growing in my hand," he whispered as he gently stroked
me. I reached around his hand, going for his cock and the boy adjusted his
body to give me access to him. His cock was almost fully tumescent and when
I wrapped my hand around it Mike sighed contentedly.

I always enjoyed exploring a new boy and I suppose that most people felt
that way, male or female. We lay there gently stroking each other, eyes
closed, not talking.

"This is so nice," the boy finally whispered. I opened my eyes and saw that
Mike's were still closed. I really wanted to kiss him but didn't want to
freak him out. I elected to lean forward and give him a gentle kiss on the
forehead although his hair was in the way so basically I kissed that. He
continued to stroke my cock so at least the kiss didn't bother him. As I
backed away I saw that he had opened his eyes.

"I always wondered what it would be like to actually kiss, you know, not
like my mom or like that."

"Do you feel like exploring that a little bit," I asked him and he nodded
his head slightly. I leaned down slowly to give him time to change his mind
if he wanted to. Instead he turned his head so that I had better access to
his sweet lips. I allowed my lips to gently graze Mike's, added a very
minimal amount of pressure then backed off a couple inches and did it
again, staying a little longer and adding a little more pressure and lip
movement. About the 4th time I did that Mike's hand came out from under the
covers and went to the back of my head and held me there, not firmly, but
enough to let me know what he wanted. At that point we kissed and mouths
went open. In about 5 seconds tongues began exploring followed by moans
from deep in Mike's throat. When we finally parted I leaned my head back
and he rolled onto his back and looked up at me.

"My Gosh," he panted.

"Like that?"

"Oh hell yes," he said as he gulped much needed oxygen. I asked he wanted
to try it some more and he nodded his head. I moved closer to him, as if
that were possible, draped one leg over his and brought the knee up gently
against his balls, moved the same side arm up across his chest and lowered
my face to his. This time the kiss was electric. We both went straight to a
wide open mouth position. My hand went to the side of his face and both his
arms went around my neck. He pressed his body off the bed into mine and
moaned softly as we performed what looked like mouth to mouth
resuscitation.

I finally moved that hand down along his torso and found his raging hard
cock. I explored the tumescent flesh from root to head and discovered the
sticky residue of his arousal. I backed off of the kiss.

"I want to suck on your cock really bad Mike," I said, my own voice husky
from lust. I shoved the covers back and started my way down his body. I
stopped at his chest and licked a small nipple then suckled for just a
moment, long enough to get a gasp out of the young teen. I continued to
move south, stopping to lick his outie belly button for a moment before
turning my head and coming face to face with his cock.

The rigid tube of flesh hung in the air above his pubic bone bobbing
slightly with each beat of his hear. The tip of the head was still peeking
out from under his foreskin, both of them a light red color. I raised my
upper body to gaze down on him and once again admired the beauty and design
of a young teenage boy. His smooth balls hung down, resting against his
crotch, the individual eggs slightly separated in their silky sac of
skin. Oh to suck on those orbs.

I reached down and cupped his balls and reveled in the feel of them in my
hand then gently tugged on them which cause his cock to rise a little
higher. I moved my hand and took hold of throbbing cock and gently
retracted his foreskin then began licking all over the head, cleaning off
the residue of his precum, before taking him fully into my mouth.

"Oohhh God," the boy groaned as I swallowed him to the root before backing
off and working the top third of him. I loved sucking a boys' cock,
especially when it's my first time with him and more so when it's his first
time with anybody. Virgin boys were so much fun. That isn't to say that all
boys aren't fun because they are. I guess I mean, oh hell I don't know what
I mean.

I continued to suckle Mike's raging boner, reveling in the warm firmness of
his flesh, loving the different textures of skin, shaft and head. I let my
tongue swirl along the gently rounded rim of his cock head, exploring the
satiny flesh. All of it last barely 2 minutes before the boy announced that
he was close to cumming. I could have continued and drank his sperm. I
could have stopped and jacked him off so I could watch the glorious
eruption of his perfect cock. I didn't. I slid back up alongside him and
pulled him into my arms for yet more mouth open kissing.

"I think I want to try sucking on your cock Russ," Mike said, "Is that
okay?"

"Do you really think I'd say no," I asked teasingly. He grinned and shook
his head. Mike moved down the bed then sort of draped himself across my
belly and held my cock upright and generally just explored everything with
his eyes.

"I never really looked at a cock before, ya know? They're pretty cool
looking I think." The view that I had right then was fairly cool as well;
the back of a boy, his tender butt with the top leg flat on the bed so that
it showed his split. I reached down and rubbed Mike's back as he lowered
his head and closed his mouth of the end of my quivering cock. Knowing that
mine was the boys' first cock just about let me blow my load right then.

Instead, I rubbed down onto his butt, ran a finger or two up and down his
crack then snuck my hand between his legs to find his smooth satiny balls
and fondle them. The boy moaned at that moment but honestly I didn't know
if it was from sucking my cock or me playing with his nuts. Could go either
way; could be both. I continued to play with his balls and he continued to
suck my cock but we didn't stay there long because Mike's mouth got
sore. Of course there was the fact that he was way up into a fog of hotness
and needed to cum.

The boy backed away the turned and snuggled back up to me and we kissed
some more. Finally he said, "I really need to cum Russ. My balls are almost
aching cuz I need to let my sperms out." I thought that was a rather cute
way of phrasing it.

"How about if I do the honors sweet boy?" He gave me a lopsided grin and
nodded his head. What boy doesn't like to just lay back and let someone
else do the work so he could just; feel. I kept my eyes on his as my hand
snaked down his firm chest and belly to find his raging boner. I wrapped my
hand around him and began to stroke. Mike sighed heavily and closed his
eyes for a moment and just experienced the feelings that were slamming
through his young body.

I took a moment to look down at his cock and saw the shiny evidence of his
precum seeping out of his piss slit. I elected to lean down and lick the
sticky stuff up, swirl around the head a couple times then went back to my
original position. Mike had opened his eyes, kind of, and once again I was
amazed at the beauty of them, of him. He was an incredibly delicious young
teen, a beautiful boy, and I thanked my lucky stars that he had decided to
honor me with the gift of his virginity.

"How are you feeling Mike," I asked him.

"Really good Russ; I can't believe how good this feels." I leaned down and
pecked his lips again then began jacking his young boner in earnest. Mike's
outside hand moved down to his inner thigh, his fingers slipped in
alongside his balls, a favored hand position of many males when they jacked
off. Mike's breathing was coming faster and I knew that it wouldn't be long
before his body would begin divesting itself of its life producing
liquid. As always with a young boy his sperming arrived suddenly.

"Oh god Russ," the little cutie groaned.  Mike's entire body stiffened and
I felt his cock thicken against my fingers and then a lovely stream of
sperm shot up all the way to his slender pale neck. As he relaxed back onto
the bed a second stream of boy cream fired out and landed almost dead
center of his small brown nipples. From there it was only a burp followed
by drooling of semen. I was surprised at the amount of cum the boy made but
realized that I sometimes gauged that bodily reaction to the degree of hair
that a boy had. Historically I'd been wrong about that before so I knew
better.

I continued to stroke the boy but moved so that I could lick up his sperm
and began to clean him like a mother cat did her kitten. Mike was still
young enough that his sperm hadn't taken on the sharp bleachy tasted of an
older boys' sperm and while not exactly sweet it was still quite tasty.  I
moved down and began to lick the leaking sperm from his cock head but only
for a moment as it became too sensitive to the boy. I elected to play with
his a little bit, reveling in the feel of them. I really did love balls,
almost more than I loved a boys' cock, but not quite.

I finally let go and moved up alongside Mike and just looked down on him as
he lay there panting, his eyes closed. He finally opened his eyes and once
again I was taken in by their beauty.

"And how was that for you baby boy," I asked him.

"It was the most amazing cum I've ever had I think," he said, his breathing
still not quite back to normal. Thank you." I leaned down and we kissed a
little bit then I lay my head on his chest. Mike's arms went across it to
gently hold me there and slowly rub his fingers in my hair.

"You called me baby boy Russ." I nodded my head against his chest. "I like
that. Do you think of me as your baby boy?" Again I nodded my head. He was
quiet for a moment. "I think I like being your baby boy." My hand sneaked
down and began stroking my cock. I gave it a few moments before gently
pulling away and rolling onto my back.

I needed to cum as well although I doubt that my need was anywhere near
what Mike's need had been. He was, after all, a boy. But the experience
thus far had been exemplary mostly because of Mike. Knowing that I was his
first, the person to teach him about what it meant to play sexy with
another male, to show him the hotspots on his young body and to be the
first to make him cum without his touching himself got me hot. It was all
very heady.

"Can I help do something Russ," Mike asked.

"Sure sweet boy, you can play with my balls a little bit." He put his hand
down there immediately and began fondling my nuts and gently tugging on
them.

"I can't believe how big your balls are too Russ. They must hold a ton of
sperms." I didn't bother to correct him. Since Mike was so close I reached
my arm out and he brought his head to me and put his mouth against mine. I
loved kissing boys and like everything else about Mike kissing was heat
making for me.

I felt my body changing, felt my belly start to tighten along with a slight
tingling in my balls. "I'm going to cum soon Mike," I panted.  He backed
off to watch the fireworks and I hope that my body would provide a good
showing for the boy. Sometimes I had terrific cum shots, sometimes not. I
never knew what to expect.

"Here it is sweet boy," I said and 2 seconds later I was rewarded with a
stellar orgasm. A giant stream of sperm shot out of my cock and immediately
divided into 2 globs, one of which fell apart and rained down multiple
spermlets all over my torso while other landed in a glob on my nipple. A
second jet fizzed out like so much champagne and it too rained down all
over my torso. A 3rd squirt did much the same and from there my cum just
oozed forth like molten lava, running down over my thumb and dropping off
onto my body. I continued to work my cock, milking every bit of goo out of
the shaft and then it was over.

I let my cock down to rest against my heaving belly while my fingers rested
against my balls and sort of just, poked at them and pulled on the loose
skin of the sac. To his credit Mike didn't say anything but just let me
bask in the afterglow for a moment. I finally opened my eyes and sighed
heavily.

"That," he said, "is a shit load of sperm Russ." It was the first time I'd
heard the boy curse. "Is it always like that? Do you always shoot like that
and make so much of sperm?"  I shook my head.

"No, not always." Without asking, Mike got up and went to the bathroom and
brought back a warm wet washcloth and a dry hand towel and began cleaning
the mess up. His cock was still about half way hard but slowly returning to
its default state. Once he was done he dried me off and returned them to
the bathroom. On both trips I eyeballed his glorious little butt. There
were so many things about this kid that were amazing.

"Now what," he asked.

"Well I don't know about you but I'm starving. How about we go get
something to eat?" His grin said it all.

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