Date: Thu, 6 Aug 2015 04:25:49 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Mysterious Dragon Boy IX

Tobbi Speaking

I stopped dead in my tracks, staring at him. He must have sensed it because
he looked up from a stack of shirts and caught me. He didn't smile
though. In fact if he weren't so young looking I woulda thought he was
havin a heart attack or something cuz he stared right back only his jaw was
hanging open a mile and his eyes were big as saucers; like he'd seen a
ghost or something. I felt the same way.

I'd had recurring dreams about him for a year or so, since just about a
year after I started getting hairs on my cock and making sperm. The man
standing before me had come to me about once or twice a month as I slept. I
had done things with him that I'd always wanted to do with another male but
hadn't gotten that far in real life. I did however wake up frequently with
my cock throbbingly hard and just as frequently jacked off while
remembering what we did.

There was no mistaking him either. The blond hair was a lot like mine, a
sandy shade for most of its length but the last inch or so which was a half
dozen shades lighter due to the south Pacific sun and salt water. From ten
feet away his eyes caught my attention. An interesting light blue color,
they looked wet, as though he'd been crying. He was wearing a pair of rayon
board shorts, green with red panels on the thighs, and a bright yellow
t-shirt, both with dragon logo's or imprints on them. I knew that beneath
the shirt was a very firm and nicely defined body; the shoulders, chest and
back adorned with a pair of multi-colored dragon tattoos. Under the board
shorts resided a nice large cock, one that was bigger than my own seven
circumcised inches.

His face was as smooth as mine, there didn't seem to be a hair anywhere and
from what I could see, his teeth were very white and straight, the only
flaw a tiny chip from one of his middle teeth. A slender man, he looked to
be slightly taller than my own five foot six and a half inches. Over all he
looked like an older teenager and not a man who I thought to be somewhere
in his middle twenties.

We both seemed to come out of our trances at the same time, reeling our
jaws back in. I put my best salesman face on and closed the gap between us
a little bit.

"Can I help you find something?" I asked him. He had started to answer when
my twin sister Theresa came bounding into our stall with a cup of shave ice
in each hand.

"Here Tobbi," she said with smile, handing me a cup with the crimson
colored, raspberry flavored (that I loved) ice mounding out of the top.

"Excuse me, but did she say your name is Toby?" the man asked us, the look
of shock returning to his face.

"Yeah," I said, "two B's and an I." then took a long sip from my drink.

We were at the swap meet at Aloha stadium close by Pearl Harbor. Not a huge
thing like so many domed stadiums, it was where the Pro Bowl was played up
until recent years. Every Saturday and Sunday as well as Wednesday's the
swap meet is open there. It's not really a swap meet though because
everything that is sold there is new. All around the perimeter of the
stadium were stalls or booths made of easily assembled aluminum frames with
tarps on the tops and sometimes the sides and back. Individually, they sold
almost every manner of clothing one would need and in a variety of styles
including lots of Hawaiian, Polynesian and Asians designs, as well as
blankets, rugs & towels, jewelry and carved items, seat covers, CD's,
phones and phone services, etched glass and the list goes on and on. Oh,
and food.

The most common stalls though were like mine, ones who sold t-shirts. The
sign out front of most of the stalls said 5 shirts $20.00 and sometimes 10
shirts for $20.00. Although they were brand name shirts they were generally
seconds and generally made of the more thin cloth. They came in every color
imaginable with all kinds of logos imprinted on them or dyed into the
cloth. My booth was a little different than most though, I sold mostly just
dragons.

I didn't sell just shirts either, although they made up a bulk of my
stock. I had jeans with dragons on the pockets or curving down an entire
leg. I had board shorts, underwear, some lightweight parkas, even classy
leather and suede jackets, all with dragons. I also had beach towels,
kitchen towels and pot holders, area rugs and wall hangings. There were
small to large statues or figurines, painting & drawings, glass etched with
dragons, calendars both wall and desk, posters, books and more, too much to
mention actually. It was a unique collection and I usually did a very brisk
business but for some reason when the man stopped to look at things there
was no one else there except a customer that I'd just finished up with.

The man reeled his jaw back in and his face relaxed a little bit and he
stuck his hand out toward me.

"Well, my name's Toby as well but the more simple version with a B and a
Y," he said with a smile. We went through the local boy handshake ritual
then both were quiet as though stuck for words. I kept sipping at my drink
in an effort to cover my anxiousness as well as to maybe slow down my
rapidly beating heart.

This was him, the man I was suppose to be with, the man who would teach me
about being a gay boy, the man who would love me. I knew it with almost
every fiber in my heart. But he didn't and I was terrified of scaring him
away. If I'd had my choice I probably would have just dropped to my knees
and sucked his big cock right there in the stall. It was not that I'd ever
done that but I had a pretty good idea about how to do it. I didn't want to
freak him out or anything but then we were in public too. Besides there was
still just that glimmer of doubt, that little voice in the back of my head
saying, "what if you're wrong?" No, I needed to take my time with it, with
him, but I also needed to keep him interested.

"So Toby with a B and Y, you looking for a dragon?" He nodded his head and
said that he collected dragons of all sorts and when I told him he was in
the right place he nodded his head again.

"Yeah, I can see that," he said with a smile. "How long have you been here,
I've never see your booth before?" I told him I'd only been there a few
weeks and he shook his head saying that didn't surprise him much.

"I used to have a little booth in Lahina, on Maui. We moved here because,
well, I'm not sure just why we moved here. It was my mom's idea and it was
kinda sudden like. Our parents are sort of split up right now." People
started coming into the booth so I had to excuse myself but told Toby not
to go away, I'd be right back. My mind was reeling; it was sort of tough to
stay focused on my customers. I'd found him, or he'd found me, the man who
had frequented my dreams. I knew I was supposed to be with him but there
was still the possibility that I was wrong too. I had to figure out a way
to test him.

"So, where you stay?" I asked him after I finished with my customers. When
he told him I thought I'd die. "I bet your house is the one with the huge
dragon planter on the front porch, right, with the bush in it?" He nodded
his head, a surprised look on his face and I went on. "We live right around
the corner from you, in the house with the ugly yellow paint and green
trim." I was getting a little excited

"Yeah, yeah, I know the place. You're right, it's ugly," he said with a
laugh. "Hey, maybe you'd like to come over some time and check out my
dragon collection," he told me and I thought my heart would burst right out
of my chest. This was working out better than I could have planned.

"Yeah, that would be ono," I told him, "any time is good for me," I added,
not wanting to let the opportunity go.

"Well let's see," he said, changing the subject a little, "what do I need
in a dragon?" Toby seemed to think a little bit then asked, somewhat
quietly, "I don't suppose you have any dragon underwear?" I did, but only
one pair that might fit him and I was wearing them and I told him that but
added quickly,

"I can show em to you, there in the back of the booth," I told him, nodding
to a far corner where I had a huge dragon covered cloth that could be
pulled across the corner to give privacy so someone wanting to try on jeans
or board shorts and stuff. "That is if you don't mind looking at a boy in
underwear," I added, tossing in a little bit of flirt.

"Looking at boys in underwear is my favorite hobby and I never pass up a
chance to practice my hobby," he said, almost quieter than before. I felt
my heart start beating rapidly again. I couldn't believe where this was
going. It was like it was meant to be or something. I nodded for him to
follow me and two minutes later I stood behind the part time curtain and
Toby stood in the small opening.

"Watch for customers for me Toby," I said then unsnapped and unzipped the
beach jeans I was wearing and dropped them to my knees, exposing myself to
Toby for the first time. I was more than a little nervous. My cock had
started to get hard as soon as I started walking toward the changing corner
and was already sort of pushing against the fabric of my underwear. I was
wearing a pair of bikini style briefs, the kind with no fly. They were a
bright red with two yellow dragons on them. The briefs tended to be a
little tiny bit small for me but I liked to wear em cuz I liked how I
looked in em and I liked how they felt on my cock and my balls. Of course
they made me look bigger than I was and what boy doesn't like that. Toby
all but stared at me as I turned to show him how my butt looked then turned
back to face him, my cock getting harder by the second.

"You look fantastic, Uumm, I mean the underwear, they look great. Of course
you look pretty good in them too," he added. I told him thanks but didn't
move to pull my jeans back in place. It seemed like time stood still and it
seemed like I was suppose to stand there, just like I was, with a this
stranger who wasn't really a stranger to me, watching me get a boner.

"Do you have any of those in stock," Toby finally asked, breaking the spell
and I shook my head as I pulled my clothes back into place.

"No, I have to special order em," I told him. He nodded his head and asked
if I could get boxers too and I told him I could. Then he totally surprised
me.

"I'm wearing a pair now, would you like to see them?" I nodded my head
vigorously. Damn straight I wanted to them. We traded places and I watched
as he unlaced his board shorts then pulled the Velcro fly apart and pulled
them down then pulled his t-shirt up out of the way so I could have a good
view. He was wearing a pair of yellow boxers with red dragons on them,
which I though was almost too coincidental. What struck me most was that it
looked like Toby had started to get hard, just like I had. I could almost
see the outline of his cock head where it pushed against the cloth.

"That looks pretty nice," I said, sure that I was drooling as I stared at
his crotch. Like me, Toby turned to give me a bit of a show then stood
there facing me, not pulling his clothes back into place.

"Excuse me, I wonder if you have this towel in a different color," a voice
said from the front of the shop. It was all I could do to tear myself away
but I did and went immediately to where the customer was standing and dealt
with her. Toby came out from the dressing area and went about looking over
my stuff and more than once I turned to catch him watching me. I always
smiled back at him.

Theresa came from wherever she'd been and tried to help Toby but, looking
toward me he told her gently that he was waiting for me as we'd been
discussing some business. It was all I could do not to bust out into an ear
to ear grin. I finished what I was doing and hustled back to where he was
looking at button down shirts. I stopped and looked at him.

"I think I have something that you'd really like Toby," I said and went out
around the back of the stall to where our big delivery style truck was
parked. Inside I went to a rack and straight to the shirt I was looking
for. I grabbed it and all but ran back into my booth. Toby was waiting for
me, smiled when I came around the corner.

"Okay, turn around and don't look until I tell you," I told him
excitedly. He did as I asked and I unzipped the dark plastic shirt carrier
and pulled the shirt free like a prawn from its shell and held it up in
front of me.

"Okay," I said and Toby turned around. I'd seen that look before. About ten
minutes ago actually: jaw on his chest, eyes open as wide as humanly
possible. Of course I thought it was because the shirt was so cool.

"Do you like it? It's a limited edition replica of one of the first designs
that Hina Hina produced," I said proudly. The shirt I was holding up for
Toby's inspection was white silk with Chinese dragons and swirls of clouds
all through the material. The dragons were done in light shades of gray,
their whiskers black with some black scales on their bodies but their
prickly backs were done in red. I loved shirt and wanted one for myself but
could only get the one that I had. And it was a perfect size for Toby.

"Did you say it's a replica?" Toby finally asked in a very quiet voice. I
nodded my head.

"Yeah; there's an original one at Bailey's in Kapahulu, you know, the
antique aloha shirt place. The price tag was over five thousand
dollars. I'd kill to have it and maybe if my business goes well I can
afford it some day." Toby was sort of shaking his head and I thought it was
because he wasn't believing that a shirt could cost so much. Then he
dropped a bomb on me.

"I own an original Tobbi," he said to me.

"No way," I answered and he insisted that he did in fact own an original of
the shirt I was holding. "Where did you get it, I'd love to see it, can I
see it sometime Toby?" I asked. I was pretty excited about it, so much so
that I forgot that we'd already had that discussion and he had invited me.

"How I got it is a long strange story Tobbi but yes you're more than
welcome to come by my home and look at it. In fact what time do you shut
your booth down?" I usually started packing things up by two thirty or so
since the swap meet closed at four and I shared that with him.

"Well, why don't you come by tonight after you have dinner; would that
work?" I nodded my head. "Good. So; I guess I'll take the white silk shirt
and, let's see..." He wandered around the booth a little bit and picked up
a couple of button down shirts and an oversized beach towel, saying that
the one he had was in tatters. He paid for his things then wrote his phone
number on the back of one of my business cards, placing another one of my
cards in his wallet. Toby then shook my hand and said that he was looking
very much forward to seeing me later that day then left.

As soon as Toby left my sister Theresa wanted to know what that was all
about. I told her that I'd tell her later, that there was something I
needed to do and she needed to watch the shop for me. I left the shop and
headed left, cut through the back of a stall about a hundred feet down from
mine then doubled back. Being as quiet as I could I unlocked the passenger
door of our big delivery van and got in and relocked the door. I crawled
through the opening to the back of the truck and closed the curtain then
flipped on the over head light. Since most of my product was in the booth I
had a fair amount of room, not that I needed much.

"It's going to happen," I thought to myself, "it's really finally going to
happen." My cock was already half hard, in fact it had stayed that way
almost the entire time that Toby and I had talked. I rubbed on the front of
my jeans for a moment then quickly shucked them along with my t-shirt and
stood there in my underwear, my cock growing harder by the moment and
bulging against the tight fabric of my briefs.

"You're gonna get sucked tonight I just know it," I said, talking to my
cock as if it were a separate person. I rubbed hard against the bulge,
pushing my hips forward to help increase the sexy feelings that were
causing my belly to feel like there were a million butterflies in there
trying to get out. I grasped onto my stiffened shaft through the fabric and
stroked it a few times before pulling the front of my briefs down enough to
free my cock up. I cupped my nuts, still held in check by my underwear, and
stroked on my bare cock with my other hand. That wouldn't do for long
though. I wanted to be fully naked, needed to be naked with my legs spread
out, unencumbered by clothing and with my stuff all exposed.

I got out of my briefs and sat down on the foam chair that was back there
for either Theresa or me when my uncle was driving us to or from the swap
meet. Made of a thick piece of foam for the bottom and a thinner one for
the back rest, it was the kind used for beach or picnics and stuff. I sat
down and leaned back, my legs spread wide open and began to jack off, my
eyes glued to my cock. I wondered if all boys looked on their bodies like I
did. I mean, I loved my cock. I loved looking at my cock and my balls,
seeing how they'd grown, almost too full grown man size. I loved looking at
the patch of dark brown hair that had grown at the base of my beloved body
part. I loved watching my hand as I loved myself, loved watching my mostly
hairless balls rise and fall with each stroke. Sometimes I jacked off in
front of a mirror, pretending that I was watching another boy and not
myself.

Often when I jacked off I went through a variety of different
techniques. Sometime using a full hand grip, other times using a reversed
grip. Sometimes I would use just a thumb and forefinger or two and work on
the top three inches or so of my cock. Other times I would use all fingers
and leave my thumb extended off to the side. Sometimes I would just squeeze
my swollen cock head or slide my hand back and forth over it and other
times I would avoid my sensitive cock head completely. If I was at home in
my bed, sometimes I would get all hotted up and roll onto my belly and
grind my hard cock, into the mattress or even a pillow, slowly undulating
my hips to simulate fucking. I would do that until I was ready to cum then
quickly roll over and finish myself off, watching as my sperm shot out of
my cock and onto my belly, or sometimes even my chest.

Often times I went through rituals. I might pull my cock out through the
fly of my underwear or out through the leg hole. I've even pulled my hard
cock through the fly hole and tugged my balls out of the leg hole or just
pulled my balls through the fly and kept my cock fully hidden in my
underwear. There were all kinds of things I might go through as a build up
to the actually jacking off although at times I still jacked off with my
underwear on or half on, the feelings being so incredible that I just
couldn't wait to cum.

Jock straps were a fun prop too. I loved how I look in mine, and as I got
older, how my stuff really filled the small pouch out. When I first got my
jock as a freshly minted twelve year old I couldn't even put the fucking
thing on without getting hard. In gym class I'd have to wear it outside my
underwear for fear of catching wood in front of the other boys. I wasn't
alone in that one. More than a few boys wore their jock straps in the same
way and I just knew that they were having the same problem that I was, that
wearing the small, tight fitting thing just made them feel sexy as all
hell.

I usually spent some time playing with my balls when I jacked off, gently
tugging on them and squeezing them. Sometimes a finger would sneak downward
and tickle underneath my nuts or trail down to the beginning of the crack
of my butt. Every so often I might even finger my puckered hole when I beat
off and a couple of times I'd put something in there and sort of fucked
myself when I jacked off but that was generally more work that I wanted to
go through.

This time however was a straight forward sperm out. I'd finally met the man
of my dreams; I was pretty much convinced of that. We'd seen each other in
our underwear, I was going to his house that night and if I had anything to
say or do about it I was going to have sex of some kind with Toby, even if
it was only to watch each other jack off. So, I tugged on my balls and
jacked on my cock and in less than a minute I was rewarded with a mind
numbing orgasm that caused me to moan out loud as my sperm shot out and
landed along side my left nipple.

"Oh fuck Toby, oh fuck Toby I want you," I moaned softly as I watched my
fourteen year old cock spurt out jet after jet of warm white sperm leaving
splatters of the stuff all over my belly. I loved watching myself cum, even
though most of the time the feelings were so incredible that my eyes were
only half open.


I rang Toby's doorbell about six thirty that evening and he answered it
almost immediately. I left my slippers on the porch next to a collection of
foot wear and stepped into a world that was somewhat familiar to me because
of my dreams and I knew what was going to happen, well sort of, and also
knew what I needed to do.

Toby was dressed in white cotton muslin, the crinkled style seen in the
tropics. The shirt was almost a V neck but without a collar, the sleeves
stopping just short of his elbows, the pant legs even with his
ankles. Although I couldn't see it, I knew that the pants were tied off at
the waist with a drawstring for Toby was dressed exactly as I'd seen him in
my first two dreams. I couldn't be sure but it didn't look like he was
wearing underwear either.

"Welcome to my home Tobbi," he said as he led me into the living room. I
was immediately taken by a huge wall hanging with two dragons facing
other. Easily six feet across, the cloth that the dragons were on was black
as night, the dragons done in thick gold thread. Raised up on hind legs and
facing each other the two were situated sort of like lions on a coat of
arms. All I could say is wow! Toby chuckled.

"Yeah, a lot of people respond that way. From what I understand that
belonged to the Japanese envoy to the US when Pearl Harbor was bombed. He
was forced to leave the country immediately and his possessions
forfeited. Dunno how true the story is but it does make a good story. The
part that's definitely true is that the dragons are done in threads of real
gold." I was definitely impressed and I told Toby that.

We spent the next twenty minutes or so checking out his collection of
dragon stuffs, Toby explaining some of the various things. His bedroom was
decked out in dragons including bed sheets, bed cover, pillow cases and
curtains. Everything was black with big white dragons on them.  I was
pretty impressed when he opened a closet door to reveal a rack of some
fifty button-down aloha shirts in a variety of colors and all with dragon
motifs of every design imaginable. He reached to one side and pulled out a
dark colored plastic shirt carrier and hung it on a hook on the outside of
the closet door. He unzipped it then pulled the cover off revealing a white
silk dragon shirt identical to the one I'd sold him only smaller. It was
the original that he'd told me about.

It was weird, that shirt. Well, okay, not the shirt exactly, but how I felt
about it. It was like finding something that I'd lost long ago and had
given up any hope of ever finding again. Toby held it up against my chest
and it was like there was an energy that passed between the shirt and me.

"It looks like it would fit you perfectly Tobbi," he said, "Do you want to
try it on?" I did want to try it on or more accurately I felt compelled to
try it on.

"Yeah," I said quietly, "Yeah I'd like to try it on if that's okay Toby."
He nodded his head and I peeled my t-shirt off. Toby unbuttoned the shirt
then handed it to me.

"Here, you can see yourself in the mirror," he said directing me to stand
next to his bed and face a tall narrow mirror that leaned against the wall
at the foot of the bed. I got the shirt buttoned up then stood straight,
looking at my reflection. The shirt fit perfectly.

All of a sudden I was overcome by a wave of dizziness. I felt a throb at
the base of my skull as though I'd been hit with something. My mind was all
awhirl and I felt a sense of overwhelming panic. Then blackness.

When I came back I was lying on Toby's bed. He must have taken the shirt
off of me because, well, I didn't have it on. Toby was sitting on the bed
next to me, looking down into my eyes and smiled when we both realized that
I was okay.

"Wha' what happened?" I asked him.

"You fainted Tobbi. I took the liberty of removing the shirt because I
believe that... well, I guess I have an idea about what happened." Neither
of us said anything and in that silence I discovered that I had a boner
that was so hard that it hurt. I looked to the front of my jeans and Toby's
eyes followed mine. It was very obvious that I was stone hard.

"This is gonna sound so crazy Toby," I said quietly, "but I need to cum
really, really bad. I don't know why but my cock is so hard right now that
it's like it's gonna just explode if I don't do something about it. Will
you help me Toby?" I asked, almost pleading. I put my hand on his thigh, up
close to his cock but not quite touching it. "Please?"

Toby nodded his head, turned on the bed and unsnapped my jeans then
unzipped them. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and tugged at them
and I lifted my butt up to help him out. He slid them down and off then put
his hand on top of the bulge of my straining cock and rubbed. For just a
second I thought I might faint again.

At another time I think that both of us would have liked to take our time
and play at it a little bit but Toby sensed my urgency. He slid his fingers
under the elastic band of my briefs and again, I lifted my butt and in a
flash my hard cock was set free. After discarding my underwear Toby admired
my body for a moment before taking hold of my cock and squeezing me.

"You grew into a healthy boy Tobbi," he said and it was like he'd seen me
before, when I was younger and my cock was smaller. I slid my hand up and
felt the hardness of his cock under his cotton pants.

"I want to see you too Toby, take your clothes off," I whispered. He stood
up, peeling his shirt off as he moved and exposing the twin dragon
tattoos. The front of his pants was sticking out very visibly and he
quickly untied the drawstring and let them drop to the floor. He was
beautiful, and he looked exactly as I'd dreamed it; big and hard and
powerful.

I reached out and touched another guys cock for the first time in my
life. As he had done to me, I squeezed him and stroked a little bit as I
looked him over. It looked like Toby must have shaved down there cuz his
dark brown hair was a thick patch that wasn't much bigger than my own. His
balls hung low in a smooth and hairless sac, the medium sized eggs moving
as I stroked him. Toby bent slightly and took hold of my cock again and we
stayed that way for a moment, both fondling and stroking the other.

I rose up on an elbow and leaned forward. I could see the shininess of his
leaking precum as I opened my mouth then took the head of his cock
inside. My heart was beating like crazy. This was happening almost exactly
as I had dreamed it, although the fainting was a total surprise.

I swirled my tongue all over the fat head of Toby's cock and sampled his
precum for the first time, picking up the salty tang. His cock felt so good
in my mouth, better than any food or drink that I'd ever tasted. I tried to
take more of him in but couldn't, I just didn't have the experience.

I finally pulled my mouth off of him and lay back on the bed. Toby
immediately dropped to his knees and took hold of my throbbing hard cock
and held it upright then placed his mouth over the red colored swollen
head. As I had done to him, Toby let his tongue explore the entire surface
before swallowing most of me. I felt his throat muscles constrict against
my cock head and moaned out loud at the feelings.

"God Toby I'm gonna cum really fast. Make me cum Toby; make me squirt out
my sperm." Never in my life had I ever felt such an overwhelming urge to
cum. Toby would explain it to me later as we lay in each other's arms but
for now the only thing that mattered was that I cum.

Toby took my cock from his mouth and began jacking me off. It didn't take
long.

"Harder Toby, faster," I panted and then I was there. My hips automatically
rose up off the bed and I shot. If the cum I'd had earlier in the back of
my truck had been awesome then this was awesome times two. The first squirt
of my sperm ended up on the pillow beside my head the next three in a line
descending from my chest down to my belly button where the rest of the
juice from my balls ended up. I finally relaxed back onto the bed, my chest
rising and falling as I worked to get much needed oxygen into my lungs.

My eyes were closed while Toby continued to slowly stroke me, milking the
rest of my sperm from my cock. I opened my eyes just as his tongue snaked
out and cleaned a glob of cum from my upper belly then sat up and licked
his lips in an exaggerated manner. I giggled at his antics then put my hand
on his cock. Toby reached into the drawer of his nightstand and pulled out
a hand towel and cleaned me off, gently wiping the cooling cum from my body
but using his mouth and tongue to clean my cock head. That was tough cuz
I'm really sensitive there after I squirt and can hardly touch it myself. I
giggled again and sort of pushed his head away.

"Are you gonna cum too Toby?" I asked him.

"Do you want me to cum?" he responded. I nodded my head. I did want him to
cum. I wanted to see how much cum a man could make, thinking that it might
be a lot more than me, a fourteen year old boy.

"Scoot over then," he said then lay down in my spot and began to jack
off. I told him I wanted to do it but he said that it would take forever so
if I didn't mind he'd get himself there then let me finish him off, if that
was okay with me. It definitely was. Toby continued to stroke his cock but
I figured there were still things I could do to help out so I reached over
and played with his big smooth balls, tugging on them, squeezing em and
even leaning down and licking on em, which was pretty cool.

"Want me to suck on your cock while you jack off Toby?" I asked him and
again, he said if I wanted to suck his cock he wouldn't object. He moved
his hand lower on his cock and slowed his stroke while I got in there and
managed to get his cock head back into my mouth. Toby used his other hand
to rub on my back and down onto my butt while we both worked to make him
cum, me using mostly my lips up and down over the ridge of the head while
my tongue licked at his slit. I guess my being there sucking on him helped
because it wasn't too long before he told me to go ahead and make him cum.

Toby let go and I took hold, grasping his somewhat thick meat in the middle
and stroking it. My eyes were glued to what I was doing as Toby kept on
rubbing on me and telling me how good it felt.

"It's almost there Tobbi, go faster," he panted. "Yeah, that's it, oh God
Tobbi, oh God," and then he erupted. The first shot hit his nipple and left
a thick white four inch streak of sperm heading down toward his belly
button. The second squirt was just below that. I had a momentary vision of
that stuff being shot up into my butt and jacked him a little harder. After
two more squirts he started dribbling his cum out so I put my mouth back on
his cock head and licked the stuff as it came out, swallowing it and
finally getting a taste of someone else's cum. Yeah, I'd tasted my own
sperm before and I bet every boy in the world has done it too. It's almost
like you have to, like there's some unspoken rule or something.

"Okay Tobbi, it's all over," my new lover said as he gently pushed at my
shoulder. I guess his cock was as sensitive as mine after he spermed. I
watched as he grabbed the cum towel and cleaned himself off then rolled on
his side to face me. I reached out and touched the tattoos on his chest.

"I loved these the first time I saw em," I told him softly as my finger
traced along the bright red ink that all but covered his right pec muscle.

"When did you see them? You've only been here a couple of weeks and I
haven't been to Maui for some time."

"You're gonna think this is really weird but I been dreaming about you for
over a year now. I been dreaming about this, about seeing you naked and
having sex with you and you're teaching me stuff." Somehow I sorta felt
like Toby would understand or maybe it was just that I wanted him to
understand. As it turned out it was me who would have trouble
understanding. Or maybe believing, I dunno.

"No Tobbi it's not weird to me at all. Let me guess. Your last name is
Findley with and E or an A at the end or something close to that. Your
birthday is the same as mine, the fifteenth of September and I bet that
you're gonna be fifteen. Your sisters' name is Theresa and you're twins,
you were born first and I bet that the day you were born there was a hella
storm, maybe the worst in many years. You love to surf and you're a pretty
good artist and you have a grandmother who lives out in Makaha."

I felt like fainting again. How in the heck did he know all that stuff
about me? It wasn't all correct but it was close enough to the truth that
it scared me. Actually it scared the shit outta me and my face must have
shown him that. Toby put a hand out and touched my cheek.

"Don't be afraid sweet boy, let me explain," he told me gently. Toby's
touch was like magic. Any fear that I felt just disappeared as though it
had never been there in the first place.  "First though, tell me if I was
right or wrong."

"It was both kinda," I told him. "I body board but don't surf and I'm on
the dive team at school, or I was anyhow. I can't draw very well but I can
carve real good and my nana lives in Waianae not Makaha. Oh, and my name;
the end is with an A and an E. I guess it's Gaelic or something but it
sounds almost the same. You're birthday is really the same as mine?" He
nodded his head.

"What happened exactly when you put the shirt on?" I had to think about it
for a minute.

"Well it was like, uumm, maybe a favorite shirt I'd had before and lost it
or something and had just found it. I felt sort like, joyous or really
happy or something. That was at first. Then I got like a bad headache but
not a headache exactly, more like I'd been whacked on the head. In fact now
that I mention it I still sorta hurt back there." I put my hand back there
and was surprised to feel a bit of a lump at the bottom on the right
side. When I told Toby that his eyes got way big and he put his hand back
and gently felt it.

"What happened next?" he asked, his voice in sort of a hurry like.

"It felt like I was drowning, I couldn't breathe and I was sort of
struggling then that was it. I woke up with a big fat hard on that hurt
like heck." He nodded his head as I talked. "You said that you'd tell me
what that was all about Toby, why I was so hard and why I like, needed to
cum so bad." He seemed to give that some thought then said,

"What I'm going to tell you will be the strangest, most bizarre thing you
have ever heard Toby. I need you to not be frightened about it." Amazingly
I wasn't freaked out that, about what he'd just told me, in fact it was
kinda like a relief sort of.

"I think the last part, you're having an overwhelming need to cum when you
woke up was because you had a near death experience. I've heard about
people being caught in earthquakes or things and after it's over they're
like horny as all hell. I've heard about total strangers practically
fucking on the streets.

"Near death experience! What are you talking about Toby?" He then went on
to explain about a boy named Toby that he'd met for the first time a year
before and then again just a few weeks before. He told me about how the boy
had actually drowned over fifty years before and had been wearing that
exact white silk dragon shirt that had caused me to faint. He explained
about the similarity of our names, the fact that we all had the same
birthday, were born on stormy days, and more.

"So Tobbi," he said, "I'm not sure if you are actually Toby reincarnated,
or the same Toby but from an alternate universe or even the exact same
Toby. I'm not even sure if I'm a version of Toby or not. What I do know is
that you are my Toby in one form or another. You look identical to him
except that you're a year older than when I was with him before."

Toby went on to explain just what "with him" meant, that the boy had been
allowed somehow to return to the land of the living in order to experience
sex or love or something. And now I was doing the same thing, although I
hadn't been dead. Or had I?  Toby got up of the bed and walked to his
closet and I admired the tight slenderness of his butt. When he came back
with a large manila envelope in his hand I admired his front as well; the
flat belly, narrow waist, the small thick patch of bark brown curls at the
base of the long cock and low hanging balls all of which moved with each
step.

I sat up as he poured out the contents of the envelope and allowed myself
to be stunned when I saw the school picture of Toby. We could have been
twins.  I admired the drawing of the twin dragons, identical to the tattoos
that adorned Toby's chest and back and had been drawn by the boy over fifty
years before. Toby's signature at the bottom of the drawing also shocked me
for mine was identical in style. On his, the cross on the T was like a
large angled C, the tail of which curved back under his name and came back
up to make the long side of the Y. Mine came up and ended to make a small
i.

My heart was beating kind of fast as we went through the things but as
stunned as I was, I also felt sort of at peace or something. I mean, I
wasn't freaked out by the whole thing. Then I saw the ring.

"Oh man Toby," I said excitedly, "I lost this ring out at Big Beach about a
month ago." I looked it over and found the very tiny gouge on one
edge. "Look," I said pointing to it, "This is definitely my ring." Toby
sort of shook his head.

"My Toby told me about finding this ring at Big Beach and that would have
been over 50 years ago." I was completely stunned by that.

"There's something else," Toby said and got back up, went to his dresser
and rummaged around in a top drawer and returned with a piece of cloth in
his hand. When he held it up I could see that it was a Fundoshi, a Japanese
article of clothing that consists of a string that holds a very small piece
of cloth over a boys stuff. It's like a thong only much, much smaller. The
pouch was a light gray and had a dragon in fiery red on it.

"Awesome," I said as I took the offered piece of clothing and held it up,
looking it over.

"Do you want to try it on?" Toby asked and I smiled and nodded my head then
slid off the bed. Like Toby, my cock had gone soft which was a good thing
cuz there was no way my stuff could have been covered by the tiny cloth. As
it was it didn't keep me in check very well, bits of my sac oozing out the
sides of the small pouch. I looked in the mirror and see clearly the
outline of my cock and the rim of the underside of the head as it pressed
against the fabric. He asked if I felt dizzy or anything else, any weird
feeling at all since I was wearing a piece of clothing that Toby had worn.

"No, not at all Toby. In fact it's like when I first put the shirt on. It's
like comforting or something like that."

"Well you sure as fuck look good," he told me as I turned and posed for
him. "You have the most magnificent ass in any universe. I swear you and my
Toby are one and the same," he added softly. I wiggled my butt at him
seductively then did a few sexy kind of poses. The whole thing was making
me hard and I could see that Toby was affected as well, his cock starting
to stretch out as blood became trapped in the long tube.

I walked over to him, looked up slightly into his ice blue eyes as my hand
sought out his stuff. I reached between his legs then pulled my hand
forward causing his balls to rest in the palm of my hand. I kept the upward
motion, his cock moving with me, until his balls were pulled from my hand
and I was left with the rapidly hardening tube of flesh.

I put one hand on his hip as I slowly stroked his cock and in barely a
minute he was full on hard. I leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the
lips, the first kiss I'd ever given to anyone outside of my family. I
dropped to my knees in front of him and pulled his cock downward. God he
was so beautiful. His cock pulsed in my hand as I admired his body, his
balls hanging so easily between his thighs, one slightly lower than the
other. He could have passed for a boy barely older than me.

I moved my head forward and began licking him, running my tongue all over
the silky surface of his swollen cock head and once gain cleaning off the
sticky residue that came from his balls. I took the head into my mouth and
worked my lips back and forth over the rim, my tongue in constant motion
against his flesh. I loved the feel of Toby's warm hard flesh against my
lips, my tongue. I loved the texture of his cock head and it seemed as
though I couldn't get enough of him. I moved my hand from his hip to his
balls and began playing with the medium sized eggs and was rewarded with a
moan from above me. His balls were so soft and pliable, and heavy in my
hand. I wondered if my balls felt the same to Toby.

"Fuck you're gonna make me cum Tobbi," he said quietly as his hands touched
my head and his fingers began working through my hair. The idea of making
him cum from my sucking on him made me work even harder. I jacked on his
cock as I worked on his cock head and about a half a minute later Toby
moaned again.

"Oh God Tobbi, I'm gonna cum," he groaned, "I'm gonna cum, oh fuck..." I
felt his cock thicken in my hand and I swear the head got bigger too and
then the warmth of his sperm was in my mouth, the liquid seeming to fill it
quickly. I swallowed as fast as I could and it seemed like he just kept on
pumping his cum into my mouth. It started to leak out a little bit and run
down my chin but eventually it stopped. Well, slowed down to just an
oozing. Knowing how sensitive my own cock head is after I cum I quit
sucking on him but kept my mouth on him while I kept on stroking his cock,
although I slowed that down too.

He finally laughed and said, "Enough hot boy I can't stand it any longer."
I let go of everything and stood up. Toby wiped his sperm from my chin,
telling me how hot it looked then he pulled me into his arm and held me
tight.

"You are fucking amazing," he said into my ear. I broke out in goose bumps
from his warm breath in my ear and it made me seem to melt into him. He
seemed strong, confident and being in Toby's arms made me feel safe, not
that I was worried about not being safe or anything like that. He kissed my
neck then sucked on it and I heard myself moan in response. The feelings
were pretty incredible. I felt a hand slide down my side, onto my hip then
sneak between our bodies. He pushed the cloth of the fundoshi out of the
way to free up my cock and take hold of it finding once again that it was
full on stone hard. Toby continued to kiss on my neck then suck on my ear
and breathe into it. God I was so hot I couldn't believe it. I'd never
figured that either of those spots could be so sensitive.

"Oh man Toby, make me cum again," I moaned, pushing my head against his
kind of like a cat when it rubs on you. Toby moved me toward the bed and
gently laid me down, still holding onto me and kissing me. On my back, he
moved to my lips and kissed me hard, pressing his tongue against my lips. I
opened wide for him and pushed my tongue out to meet his in a wide open
mouthed kiss as his hand got busy jacking me off. I began moving my hips up
and down, forcing my cock to help fuck into Toby's hand and then all of a
sudden I was cumming. It happened faster then it had in a long time. I
usually know when I'm gonna squirt but that one took me totally by
surprise.

I pulled my mouth from his and held him tight as I squirted at least five
blasts of thick warm sperm. Toby went back to sucking on my neck and stuff
and my body broke out in goose bumps and I swear I felt like I was cumming
again. When it was all finally over I allowed my body relaxed onto the
bed. Toby was considerate of my sensitive state and moved gently from above
me and lay on his side, propped up on an elbow, and watched me recover.

"Gosh that was pretty intense," I finally said. I let my head roll to the
side to look at him and felt myself get lost in his eyes. He nodded his
head.

"Yeah, it was."  He reached behind himself and grabbed the cum towel and
cleaned me off, working gently on my sensitive dick head, then lay back
down. I rolled on my side to face him, close enough so that our cocks,
still half hard, touch each other as though sharing a secret.

"Now what?" I asked him. He wanted to know if I meant right then or in
general.

"Both," I replied.

"Well I guess for right now it depends on when you have to be home. In
general though, I want you in my life Tobbi. I love you. I've loved you
since our first meeting a year ago. You've left my life twice now and I'd
prefer that not happen again, or at least not so goddamned soon."

"So you believe that I am him, the boy Toby," I said, stating and not
asking. He nodded his head and I saw his eyes well up and a single tear
roll down his cheek. Funny thing was that I believed him. Okay, maybe more
like I believed the concept. I didn't necessarily have any memories of a
previous life but there was this feeling, this sort of peace of knowing
that Toby was right.  And! And I was pretty sure I was THE Toby. I wanted
to explore the idea with him at some point in time but I felt that I was
the one he had been with and not another similar boy from a different or
alternate universe.

"Yeah, me too and I need you in my life Toby," I told him. He smiled and
pulled me to him. We stayed like that for half a minute or so, holding each
other tightly as if afraid one of us would cease to exist. We finally
rolled away from each other. He kissed me then thanked me for being me, for
believing him, then asked about right then, what did I want to do.

"I don't have to be home tonight. My mother is on Maui for the weekend so
Theresa and I are sort of taking care of ourselves. Theresa knows about
you, or at least about my dreams. We talk about everything so she knows
that I'm with you right now and she's happy for me. So, I guess what I'm
saying is if you want me to I can stay the night. I have to leave early
because of the swap meet but I can stay the night."

"Nothing in this world, or any other, would make me happier Tobbi."