Date: Sun, 15 Mar 2015 00:49:51 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Mysterious Dragon Boy III

As time moved on, my daily chores of living life came and went, very
similar to my memories of Toby and our time together. Of course if I held
the white silk dragon shirt I had full clarity of the experience, almost as
though a movie were playing in my head. I wanted more answers, needed them,
to fill in some of the gaps. Well, okay, gaps hardly described the missing
parts, but still I had some questions and the only person who could provide
them, unless I did a Sherlock Holmes gig, was the old woman, Toby's sister.

Going back out to her shop was out of the question; at least it was out of
the question if I did it unannounced. I knew that a phone call probably
wouldn't get me any further than a personal visit so I elected to try the
only other option that seemed available to me, a letter.

So it was that a month after my last encounter with Toby I put a letter in
the mailbox to Theresa Findley, the name attributed to the "twin sister"
mentioned in the article. After apologizing for frightening her and
inadvertently causing her pain, I explained briefly what had happened to
me; the purchase of the clothes and not the sex, the envelope that I found
on my table when I returned home that day, and the things that were inside
of it. I told her that I was fairly well freaked out by the entire
experience and really needed to talk to someone about it, someone who might
believe me and furthermore, if it wasn't too painful, to tell me more about
the boy Toby that I'd encountered. It was a last ditch effort. If his
sister wouldn't talk to me then that was it. Any questions would have to
wait until I saw the boy again in February, assuming that my guess at his
cryptic message was correct.

Almost another month passed before I found a message waiting on my home
answering machine one night after work. Very simply and in a somewhat sad
voice, it directed me to call on Theresa at her home on the following
Sunday. She requested that I bring all of the items that appeared connected
to her brother, making it clear that she didn't wish to take them from me
but only to see them. A set of simple directions ended the message.

A knock on her door three days later was answered by Theresa herself, the
strain of the meeting clearly etched on her face.

"Come in please," she said, stepping to the side. I left my slippers on the
porch and padded barefoot through the doorway into the living room of the
old house. I stopped and waited for her to close the door and when she
turned to me she introduced herself.

"I'm Theresa Findley. Thank you for coming to see me."

"Toby Findlay, with an A, and it is I who need to thank you for seeing
me. I can only imagine how difficult this is and has been for you." She
nodded her head, a strand of white hair escaping from an otherwise
organized hairstyle and falling onto her forehead.

"Come, Have a seat on the sofa."  We moved toward the collection of neat,
but older furniture, and I sat. Theresa sat in an arm chair perched at an
angle toward me.

"So, first things first I suppose," she began, may I see the shirt please?"
I unzipped the carrier it was in and pulled the clear plastic covered
garment from its container. The expression on her face was much softer than
the first time I'd shown it to her, this time it registered sadness
although not necessarily grief.

"That was my brother's favorite shirt, he was wearing it the day he
disappeared" she finally said. "He was so proud of it. A friend of the
family had purchased it just for him while on a trip to Japan." She had
taken it out of the plastic and after looking it over held it to her
face. "Why I swear I can smell Toby on it," she said in a somewhat amazed
voice after taking it away from her wrinkled face.

"Yes, I know, I felt the same way," I told her. She gave me a somewhat odd
look as she handed the shirt back to me then asked if I could please tell
her my story, the part about seeing a boy in her shop. She listened
carefully, nodding her head when I described the boy that I'd met. I kept
the story brief, didn't allude to the sex or the length of time that I was
with Toby. When I was finished with the short narrative she said that was
her brother alright, there couldn't be another person like him in the
world, as though there was any doubt considering all the other differences
inside her shop when I was there. She then asked if she could see the other
things. I'd kept the shirt in my lap so I laid the shirt on its carrier
then I handed her the manila envelope.

She peeked in first than pulled out the largest item which was the
newspaper article about the missing Toby. A small tear welled up in her
right eye and then her one left and the two began a slow competition down
her wrinkled cheeks. She made no attempt to clear them away. After reading
the article she set it aside then pulled out the obituary and opened it
up. A confused look came across her face and she looked up at me then back
at the fifty year old piece of newspaper in her hands.

"I don't understand this," she said as she stood up, "Wait just a moment
please," and walked out of the room. I heard a door open, a pause, and then
Theresa calling out and asking if I could please come join her. I found her
down a short hall inside what I soon discovered had been Toby's bedroom,
standing in front of a student desk.

"The article that you have had been here, on this desk, since Toby died,"
she said, "and I see that the obituary is gone as well." I didn't feel that
I needed to question the veracity of her statement. She asked to see the
rest of the contents so I retrieved the envelope from the living room and
she carefully dumped its contents onto the center of the desk, careful not
to knock over any of the other things that had, in all probability, been
left there by the boy himself.

While Theresa looked at the things I glanced around her brother's room, a
typical boy's bedroom. A black bed spread with white dragons on it covered
the queen sized wood framed bed and matching pillowcases on the two
pillows. A few baseball pennants on the walls along with drawings, things I
attributed to Toby. An old beat up long surf board was up against the wall
at one corner. It was the old style made before boards where shortened. I
wondered if it had the polyurethane foam center or balsa wood. It rested
against a three shelved bookcase that held a variety of comics as well as
some of Robert Heinlein's early sci-fi works that had been written mostly
for boys. I pulled out the Red Planet and saw that it was a first edition
and wondered briefly what it might be worth today. Theresa's voice brought
me back to the room.

"Toby did this drawing the day that he disappeared," she said, showing me
the dragon picture. "I know that it's the same one because it isn't here
either" Without saying anything I lifted my t-shirt up over my head and she
gasped out loud when she saw that the drawing in her hand matched the
tattoos that I sported on my chest, shoulders and back.

"What in the world is going on here? She asked, more rhetorical than
directed to me. I replaced my shirt while she picked up the other card. My
heart accelerated dramatically. I should have kept that note from the rest
of the effects, for that is how I thought of them, but now it was too late.

"My lord this drawing looks exactly like him," she said. "He loved that
fundoshi but he'd never wear it in front of anyone of course, Toby was much
too modest for that, although I did catch a glimpse of him wearing it a few
times," she said with a slight chuckle, the first light hearted moment
she'd shown me since I walked through her front door. She looked over the
note, her eyebrows knitted together then she looked at me. My heart was
beating rapidly, hoping that she didn't ask the obvious questions: what had
I shared with her brother that he was so grateful for and why did he sign
the note "I love you, your boy Toby"? Theresa nodded her head slightly as
though coming to a conclusion and accepting it.

"May I ask you a personal question Toby?" I felt myself nodding my head
although my brain was screaming "noooooo".

"Are you gay by any chance? Wait, don't answer that," she added hurriedly,
her hand in the air, palm forward for emphasis. "I wondered why it was that
I found Toby's fundoshi lying in a corner along side the sofa in the back
room at my shop a few weeks ago. I now suspect that he must have been
wearing it while you were there with him and for some reason it got left
behind." She heaved a big sigh then moved to the bed and sat down, absently
pushing the wrinkles out of the cloth before speaking.

"My brother was queer," she said quietly, her eyes looking at the floor,
"we didn't use the word gay in those days. I know he was because he told
me. Being twins, we were very close, we told each other everything and my
brother confided in me, oh, about six months before he disappeared that he
was sure that he was queer, gay. He said he was practically dying to try
something with another boy but he was terrified of being found out. Toby
was an extremely popular boy, into sports, surfing and all that sort of
thing. As much as he wanted to experiment sexually he wasn't willing to
risk being found out to be a queer for in those days it was much more
different than now, especially for a haole boy living in the almost totally
local environment of Waianae." She paused then went on.

"Toby had told me that there was an older boy, a young man really, that had
worked at Foodland that Toby felt had been real friendly, perhaps even
flirting with my brother. He'd taken to going to the store often which was
why he'd gone out that night, even in such horrible weather. He'd gone to
see the boy on the night that he disappeared but according to the police
and those who were working that night, Toby never showed up. I doubt that
my brother ever got to experience being with the boy, or any other boy for
that matter, because I know that he would have told me." She stopped
talking for a moment then looked up at me.

"That's why I asked if you were gay. I guess that somehow my brother..."
she paused for a second or two then went on, "came back, for lack of a
better word, and managed to full fill his desire, his need." She watched my
face as though hoping to get some sort of confirmation and I'm pretty sure
she found what she was looking for.

"It's okay Toby, you don't have to answer that or tell me anything. The
fact is that I adored my brother with all my heart. He watched after me,
protected me. I wasn't at all popular like he was and sometimes the local
girls tended to pick on me. Toby was always there for me. If he found what
he was looking for in you, and it appears that he did, then I'm happy for
him and I'm happy for you to have had the chance to know my brother at
least a little bit." She paused for another moment then seemed to be
thinking to herself.

"God this is insane. One would think that we were talking about someone who
was alive and well in kalihi or something instead of a boy who has been
dead and gone for fifty years.  There, I've finally said it; he's dead, my
brother Toby is dead, or at least what passes for dead in this world." She
looked at me with a somewhat quizzical expression on her face then asked,
"He is dead isn't he?" Theresa didn't wait for an answer but went on.

"What's he like Toby? Is he the sweet boy that I knew as a child?" I
ruminated a moment, thinking about what to say while the picture I had in
my mind was of her thirteen year old brother and I in front of a huge
window, naked, with my cock shoved up his tight little smooth butt. I damn
sure wasn't about to relate that to her.

"Yes Theresa he seems like a sweet boy, very polite, looked just like the
school picture that was in the envelope." We sat in the bedroom and talked
for another twenty minutes or so. I asked how it was that she'd kept the
room the way it was for so long and said that I was surprised that it was
even there considering the article had said the children were visiting from
Maui. The short version was that they hadn't lived on Maui; that her
parents had been split up, another thing one didn't talk about back then,
and for a variety of reasons her mother wanted people to think the twins
were from Maui.

"I know," Theresa shrugged her shoulders, "didn't make much sense to me
either."  She went on to say that she'd never married, had taken over the
house when her parents reunited later in life and actually did move to Maui
where her mother still lived. She dated of course but most men looked a bit
askance at the shrine she'd made out of her brother's bedroom. Men didn't
hang around or call much once they learned about that. She had worked for
various department stores all of her life, had retired early to open the
shop in renovated Foodland store.

"So, what do you make of this message about seeing Toby later? Have you
figured it out," Theresa asked, hope evident in her voice. I was stuck. If
I lied I knew that the old woman would likely see it in my face and hear it
in my voice. If I told her what I suspected I was sure that she would try
to be there in the store at the appointed time and needless to say that
would definitely put a damper on any time that Toby and I might spend
together. Another thought occurred to me and that was what I presented to
Theresa.

"I think so but of course I'm not positive. I think that Toby will be there
next year on the same date, the anniversary of his disappearance." I
watched her facial expression transform into one of hope and as I suspected
she immediately said that she had to be there. She had to see her twin
brother. I told her I understood her desire, her need, but that I wasn't
sure it would work. I went about explaining my theory, reminding her that
when she and I had met on the stairs that day, the world that I had left on
the other side of the door was fifty years older than the one that she
entered when going through the door.

"I don't think he'll be there Theresa. Like I said, I can't be certain of
course, but it seems that the only reason Toby was here was to meet me. I
don't know how or even if, your presence would affect the situation." Her
head dropped a second then she seemed to recuperate.

"But I have to try Toby. Don't you see that? I have to try and see my
brother." My heart fell and my feelings must have registered on my face. "I
know that if I were there it would," she paused then went on, "affect the
nature of your relationship with Toby but I have to be there, I will be
there." I could only nod my head in understanding.

From that point there seemed little reason to stay and chat so I gathered
my things; she allowed me to keep the newspaper articles even though we
were both pretty sure they actually belonged to her. At the front door of
her home she apologized for spoiling a possible reunion between her brother
and me saying that she hoped that I could understand her feelings on the
matter. I could only nod my head. I could understand her feelings alright
it was just that they conflicted so severely with my own.

The year moved on and I mostly forgot about the adorably cute green eyed
young boy unless I happened to be close to the white dragon shirt. Then the
memories became quite clear.  Holidays came and went, life did what it had
always done, it happened. Strangely enough I didn't experience any anxiety,
apprehension or other such feelings as I moved into the New Year, even if I
was close to the dragon shirt and awash in memories of Toby. In fact,
looking back on it I only felt the warmth and comfort of being with the
boy. It didn't even occur to me to wonder if he would appear on subsequent
weekdays as he had initially or even if he would appear.

I would find out later that all of those things that one would normally be
curious about were being blocked. Okay, not blocked per se, but the order
of the universe dictated that those kinds of curiosities or thoughts, along
with my upcoming reunion with Toby, not have any more emotional content for
me than any other random day in the future. In other words I was incapable
of dwelling on it and, in retrospect that seemed to be more the case as the
day of our supposed reunion approached. It was just one of those weird
things on a long list of weird things that surrounded my affiliation with a
boy who had not been of this world for fifty years. I didn't think of him
as being dead or having died, he just was.

So it was that I went to bed on the eve of our anniversary to the sound of
rain pouring down, driven by an abnormally high wind. I didn't sleep as
soundly as I would have liked and perhaps it wouldn't have mattered but the
point is moot. I was jerked out of my sleep by a roaring clap of thunder
that sounded as though someone had fired a cannon off directly above my
house. I sat bold upright in bed, my heart rate up around three hundred at
least. The rain was coming down even harder, the wind rattling the
jalousies and a bright light coming from the front of the house caught my
attention barely seconds before yet another crashing peal of thunder roared
above me.

I glanced at my clock and the red LED read one minute after midnight. I
decided to get up to pee and as I entered the hall I noticed that my front
porch light was on, the sensor having been set off by who knew what. I was
turning to enter the bathroom when I heard a tapping at the metal screen
door that protects my front door. I went back to my room and grabbed a pair
of flannel pajama bottoms that I wore around the house on winter
mornings. I stepped into them as I headed toward my front door, the
knocking continuing. I figured that there was some serious storm damage
that had either the officials or neighbors out warning the rest of us.

I hurried to shut off the alarm, the insistent knocking becoming
irritating, then unlocked the door, opened it then went to work on the
heavy duty security screen door. The screen has a dark colored window
curtain covering it for privacy when I leave the front door open in the
summer so I still couldn't see who was on the other side. I finally managed
to get it unlocked and pushed the door open then took a reactive step
backwards into my living room, the sight of the dripping wet boy shocking
me out of my wits.

He looked exactly like the last time I'd seen him a year before, dressed in
the PF Flyers, cutoff jeans and t-shirt only this time his sandy blonde
hair was plastered to his face and water was literally pouring off of him
despite being under the cover of my front porch roof.

"Cccccannnn I ccccome iiin?" he asked through teeth that were chattering so
hard and loud that, in retrospect, I wondered that they didn't get broken
off. I regained my senses quickly and beckoned the boy into the house,
pulling the screen closed behind him then shutting the front door as soon
as he was out of the way.

"Hurry and get out of those clothes," I commanded him then ran off to the
bathroom and came back with a huge fluffy beach towel by which time Toby
has managed to kick off his shoes and was peeling off his t-shirt. I
immediately draped the towel across his bare back and began drying the boy
while he got his jeans unbuttoned and shoved to the tiled floor along with
his underwear. Once that was done I wrapped the towel around his entire
body then dropped to my knees to start drying him starting at his feet.

Toby allowed me my ministrations considering that he was shaking so badly
that he couldn't have done it himself in any case. I wondered out loud if a
hot shower would help and he nodded his head in jerky motions that might
accompany one in his physical state. I got up and with an arm around his
narrow shoulder guided him to the bathroom where I got the water up,
running and ready.

"Wwwwill yyou ccome in wwith me Tttoby, ppleeeze?' he stuttered. I didn't
bother to respond verbally but simply pushed my PJ's to the floor and
stepped into the shower. Toby dropped the towel and did likewise and I
stepped back out of the way and directed him beneath the spray. I'd
recently installed one of the new models of the old fashioned heads that
were the size of a '59 Buick hubcap and whose circle of water could pretty
well cover a person.

Toby let out a huge sigh that I could see more than hear as the hot water
cascaded over his body. I looked at him, glanced over the boy's body that I
had reveled in a year before. Nothing seemed to have changed at all. His
delicious cock hung just as it had above his balls, the eggs almost visibly
dropping as his smooth hairless sac was warmed by the water. The patch of
pubic hair was exactly as I remembered it, a small nest of dark brown fuzz
just at the base of his cock that was still sparse enough to see some skin
underneath it, especially now that it was plastered to his skin from the
water.

I felt my cock start to react to the sight of him, remember what we'd
shared and what we were likely to share. He finally stepped out from under
the spray and melted into my arms, pressing his naked wet body against
mine. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tight and closing my eyes
so that my senses were focused totally on the wet bundle of boy.

"You're glad to see me Toby," he finally said, my cock making itself known
to both of us, sneaking up between our bellies like an animal or a child
wanting attention.

"Yeah, I am." Toby dropped to his knees and pulled my stiffened dick down
and put his mouth over the head. I about melted as the boy let his tongue
move all over the swollen head, exploring every bit of the satiny surface
as he slowly stroked on my cock. I let a hand roam around the boy's head
and grazed across the lump that I'd found before which sort of took away
from the mood for a moment. It made me realize that the boy attached to my
cock had died, might well still be dead even though he seemed very much
alive to me given the feelings that were tearing through my body as he
suckled my cock.

He finally stood up, raised his head and closed his eyes so I kissed him,
deep and hard, our tongues meeting and battling first in one mouth and then
the other.

"I'm warmed up now Toby; take me to your bed please." Despite the questions
I had, my physical need was greater and so was the boy's. We left the
shower, dried off quickly then he followed me to my bed where we snuggled
into each others arms under the sheet. I felt his hardened cock press
against my belly as he kissed me all about the mouth and face. Both of our
hands seemed to descend between our bodies to seek out and grasp the
other's cock and stroke with the same hurried movements that our mouths
were engaged in.

"I need you to love me Toby," the boys said breathlessly, "I need for you
to be inside of me right now."

Here we go again I thought to myself, another slam bam thank you Sam. What
would seem like minutes would be hours and it would be over much sooner
than any such experience had a right to be over. I rolled away from the boy
and pulled my lube from the nightstand, popping the top and pouring almost
before I got on my back. Once there I slathered my cock from tip to balls
while Toby, rolled onto his side facing me, watched with interest.

"I love your body Toby," he said to me. "I love it when we're connected." I
finished my part, suggested that I prepare him as well and he returned to
his back with legs spread wide open. I reached between his golden thighs
and seeing as how I was that close I leaned down and took his cock head
into my mouth while my fingers sought out the core of him and one lone
finger slipped inside the tight recesses of his adolescent body. Toby
sighed as I fingered him and he rotated his pelvis upward to allow me
better access which also pushed his cock more into my mouth.

I let my tongue explore the satiny flesh of the head of his dick, tasting
the juices that were seeping out. I could have stayed there doing what I
was doing for a while longer but Toby had a different agenda than mine.

"Now Toby, I need you now please," he panted. I slipped my finger out,
wiped it off with a small hand towel that I kept close by for such things
then got to my knees between Toby's legs. He held his legs back with both
hand behind his knees while I got into position, lined myself up with the
small target area and pushed. Of course I met resistance but I pressed
onward and in a quick flash I passed though the tight ring of muscle and
was inside of him. Even though the boy winced in pain I sensed that he was
not much for waiting around, at least not right then. I reveled in the
tightness of him as I gently but steadily slipped just under eight inches
of thick hard cock up inside his young body until my fuzz was touching his
butt. I put my arms underneath his legs and leaned forward, putting my
hands on the bed next to him and thus rolling the boy more onto his back.

Our faces were only inches apart and so we kissed as I slowly backed out of
him about half way before returning to the tight warmth sheath of his
ass. We continued to kiss as I picked up a steady, medium rhythm, pulling
almost all the way out of the boy before plunging back down and bottoming
out inside of him. Toby finally turned his head from mine, not because he
was bored or tired of kissing me but he needed oxygen, his gulping of air a
clear sign of his need. Since his head was turned I took advantage of his
neck and nuzzled my lips in the soft crook causing him to shiver and break
out in goose bumps. I moved up a little bit and breathed in his ear which
caused him to throw his arms around my neck and pull me closer to him.

At the other end I had been alternating direction and rhythm by moving my
ass from side to side or stuffing myself in as far as I could get and
rotating my ass. I also added a hip undulating movement then going back to
the tried and true; pulling so far out of him that the rim of my cock head
was exposed to moonlight again then thrusting back down into him with
force. Combined, all of it took Toby to where we both needed to go.

"Fuck me harder Toby, Fuck me harder," he panted softly into my ear, the
urgency clear in his somewhat high voice. I moved my hands, palm up, and
slipped them under his shoulders and brought them down, thus holding the
boy in place as I began to pummel him. I began slamming into him, the sound
of my balls smacking against his flesh a contrast to the groans and pants
coming from him. "Oh God, ohgodohGodohGooooooood," he moaned loudly. His
hands moved up under mine and clasped onto my back and pulled, urging me on
even faster and harder.

I don't know how long that continued, the battering of young teen's tight
hole, but I knew that it was the best goddamned fuck I'd ever had. I was
amazed at how long the boy held out, at how long I was holding out. And
then, without any warning Toby screamed out like young girl and his muscle
constricted on my cock. That's all she wrote.  I felt my cock thicken and
then the rush of sperm up through the shaft and into the boy's dark hot
bowels. Jet after jet of cream left my body and entered Toby's, the boy
himself writhing in ecstasy as I continued to pummel him.

The intense feelings of orgasm finally died away leaving the warmth and
security of the post orgasmic experience.  I gently let Toby's legs down
and caught a glimpse of the evidence of his cumming, the shiny liquid
showing on his still heaving belly. I told him to hold on then lifted the
boy and eventually maneuvered us into a sitting position, my hard cock
still lodged in the tight warm recesses of his body. He hugged himself
close to me after kissing me hard on the lips and we just sat there,
rocking gently, two lovers reveling in the closeness of each other after an
intense sexual experience.  Finally I spoke.

"It's so great holding you like this Toby. I've looked forward to it. I
thought perhaps your sister was going to prevent us being together." He
smiled at me.

"Only the order of the universe could do that my sweet man," Toby said,
"That's why I'm here. My sister wouldn't have been able to see me, only you
are allowed to see me Toby so I guess it was decided that I would be here
which I like better cuz you have an actual bed." He stopped talking and
nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck so I gently ran my fingers
through his hair and in the process grazed my hand across the knot at the
back of his head.

"What exactly is the order of the universe Toby?" I asked him. "Is it God
or some other type of entity?" He didn't answer for a moment but moved so
that he was looking at me again.

"I can't tell you. I mean, I don't know exactly. It isn't a God or any
other type of image like living humans think it is. It's really more like,
umm, physics or science or something.  You know how things are here on
earth? Like trees grown and die, like gravity, like seasons or waves. Any
of that stuff. Well all universes are like that. There is an order to all
things and that order might be different from one universe to the next but
there is an order. No one really understands it. I mean, I guess there
might be a single God like person out there somewhere, kind of like the
Wizard of Oz or something but if there is I don't have any sense of it."

"We, our bodies that is, die Toby, but our spirit continues on and when we
move to that level it's like there's this understanding of how things
really are, not how humans think they are. We don't get a full
understanding of everything, or maybe we do, I don't know. I just know what
I know and what I know is what I told you. I mean there's lots of other
stuff I can tell you but that's the short version. But one of the things I
can tell you is that I want you to fuck me again."

The boy began moving his butt around as if to give emphasis to his words
and as much as I wanted to continue the discussion the order of my universe
was focusing on my crotch and the warm, cuddly bundle of boy in my arms. I
ran my hands up and down Toby's back, feeling the growing muscles of a boy
then wondered if indeed they were actually growing. I didn't wonder about
it for long however as he started lifting and falling, using my cock for
his guide.

I nuzzled into his neck, kissing and licking the soft flesh and causing him
to moan out loud. The slender young teen took time to stop, my cock as far
inside him as he could make it go, and move his little butt in circles then
toss in an undulation or two before going back to the regular piston like
movement.

Toby pulled his neck away from me then jammed his mouth onto mine and
forced my mouth open. My tongue shot out automatically, crashing into his
projecting tongue. Toby's hands were at the back of my head, his fingers
clutching to my hair and holding me in place while his tongue mauled
mine. At the other end he continued to fuck me, sliding up and down on my
rigid cock. Toby was breathing hard, as was I, and for a very brief moment
I was totally lost in his body. Every fiber of my body that was connected
to his seemed to revel in that connection and for that brief moment in
time, nothing else existed anywhere. There were no thoughts,
considerations, questions, value judgments or wonderment about anything. I
was entirely focused on what was happening in that moment.

"Oh gosh I want to cum I have to cum, Toby, I have to cum," he panted out
after breaking off our kiss. I put my hands on his butt cheeks and pulled
them as far apart as possible which garnered and "oh yes" from my young
lover. Toby pushed his upper body away from mine but kept his arms bent,
his hands resting on my shoulders. He began undulating against me, grinding
his hole onto me, his butt cheeks dragging against my upper thighs. His
tongue snaked out and licked his lips after sliding across crystal white
teeth. His eyes were heavily lidded, the color of his stunning green orbs
barely detectable.

"Jack me off Toby," the boy whispered and moved slightly to accommodate
me. I reached between us and grasped onto the five plus inch shaft and
began stroking it with my thumb and two fingers. There was plenty of precum
leaking out his slit and running down along the under side of his cock so I
rubbed my thumb across the stickiness then let the slippery digit slid the
sensitive flesh. The action help take the boy over the edge.

"Oh fuck, oh fuckohgoshohfuck," he groaned as his cock thickened and he
came, the nectar of his smooth young balls arching out past his swollen
cock head and landing on my belly. I squeezed on his cock using my groin
and sphincter muscles which helped bring my orgasm to fruition and help
milk Toby's cock.  I came hard, jet after mind numbing jet of my sperm
blasting out into Toby's body. The hand that had remained on his butt
pulled me to him on the down stroke and helped push him on the up stroke
while I moved my hips as best I could to help facilitate another incredibly
fantastic orgasm.

I opened my eyes, the fact that I'd closed them not having even registered
with me, and looked down where I continued to hold his cock. My belly had
streaks of Toby's teenage sperm, the white stuff beginning to run slightly,
and his cock head continued to ooze out more life producing juices. Toby
then leaned in against me, forcing me to pull my hand from between our
heaving bodies. We stayed like that for a good three minutes before he
spoke.

"That. Was. Amazing," he said, emphasizing each word. I felt a tear in my
eye and I hugged him even tighter. "Yeah, it was," I whispered. We finally
separated but our bodies remained connected for just a moment by a few thin
silvery strands of Toby's sperm, the sticky substance attaching to his body
when we hugged.

"I think another shower is in question baby boy," I told him and he nodded
his sandy colored head at me. I managed to get us turned toward the side of
the bed and happened to notice my clock. I wrinkled my forehead in
confusion. Barely an hour had passed. As if reading my mind the young god
that was still hooked to my lap said,

"We are in your world and time my sweet man so we are on your time." Toby
moved his legs so that he could raise himself up and he did so, his motion
along with my softening dick causing us to separate and both to moan at the
loss. I nodded my head.

"Okay. But we were in my world and I thought, my time, the last time," I
said.

"Well sort of," he responded. "It's hard to explain and I'm not sure I
can. It's just something I know Toby, it's the information that's in my
head. You have to understand that time as you know it really isn't the
reality of how time is. Time is a more fluid thing, kind of like air, and
not for instance a tree which generally is something that is simply
straight. Hours, days, years and other mechanisms are only ways for living
beings to mark their journey of life and living on this planet. Once the
body dies your spirit or soul or whatever you want to call it isn't
restricted by time as you know it. My spirit can move more freely around
because time really is multi dimensional and not something linear. Right
now I need to move to the shower."

He slid off my lap and headed toward the bathroom and I followed him,
admiring the most delectable ass in any universe.  In the shower we rinsed
then washed each other, the both of us soaping and gently rubbing the
other's flesh.  I even washed his hole, grazing my fingers across the
wrinkled muscle and earning a groan from the boy. After drying we returned
to my bed to snuggle and hug.