Date: Fri, 14 Apr 2006 19:28:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Piss Guy pt III

I followed the boy to the bathroom, watching the delectable cheeks of his
freshly fucked ass sway gently as he walked. Being inside of Jayson had
been incredible, a place that I'd would have liked to return to as often
as possible. I found that I wanted him to fuck me as well. I thought that
having the nine hard inches of thick boy cock shoved up my ass, while
hurting, would also provide a great deal of pleasure for both of us.

Jayson got the water going and once satisfied we stepped into the tub and
pulled the curtain closed. The rinsing process was fun in the close
space, necessitating a great deal of body contact as we exchanged places.
I've always enjoyed having a naked wet squirming boy in my arms, it's a
lot of fun and I was looking forward to having Jayson engage in that
activity with me; after the washing part was finished which really only
amounted to cleansing his asshole and my cock since we'd showered barely
thirty minutes before.

"God your cock is magnificent," I said to him as I fondled the still hard
appendage.

"Thanks Trent, yours is pretty nice too. I loved having it inside of me
and definitely want it there again." I agreed with him then added,

 "Let's finish what we started the first time we were in here," I added.
The look on his smooth young face indicated that he didn't know what I
was referring to so I grabbed the soap and got his cock, balls and lower
belly and soapy then did the same to mine. Once that was done I pulled
him into my arms then held on to him by placing my hands on his lower
back and delicious ass.

Jayson was a very quick study and pushed me up against the shower wall,
pressing his groin against mine. He began kissing me, first on the lips
and then on the neck, which I really love. He began humping against me,
his big cock sliding easily between our slippery soapy bellies. It didn't
take long before both of my hands were on the cheeks of his butt, pulling
him, encouraging him to fuck into me.

"Oh God Jayson your body feels so good," I murmured as he kissed the soft
crook of my neck. Despite having cum twice in the past hour both of us
got to the explosion stage fairly quickly. Jayson was undulating against
me, mashing our rock hard cocks together between us, raising and lowering
his torso as did it and creating even more intense feelings.

"I'm gonna cum Trent, fuck I'm gonna cum any second, Jesus this is so
hot," he whispered into my ear, his hot breath causing me to break out in
goose bumps.

"Me too baby, keep fucking me like this, make me cum baby," I answered
back. About thirty seconds later we both came again, warm cum oozing out
to mix with the soap on both of our bellies. We had been kissing when we
spermed out but had to break it off because of the need to moan, groan,
and otherwise be noisy. It was difficult, if not almost impossible, for
me to have a quiet orgasm.

When the fireworks were over we stood clutching each other, knees weak
from the intensity. We finally broke apart but not without another long,
deep throated kiss.

"God damn piss guy, that was fucking intense. I've never done that
before," the boy said. I smiled then grabbed the soap and cleaned his
body off then soaped mine while he rinsed then we changed places. Ten
minutes later we were both dried off and dressed.

"So, are you gonna test me again next Sunday?" he asked me. I told him
I'd be testing him for as long and often as his PO wanted to which he
smiled.

"Well, it's sure a good reason to not use drugs." He said with a laugh. I
wasn't sure my method of helping a kid stay clean and sober would stand
up in the eyes of the court but hey, whatever worked. I headed out the
door after another long kiss and embrace promising that I would see
Jayson the following Sunday. I was a little hesitant about a same day
each week protocol as it pretty much defeated the whole "random testing"
idea. But the boy had told me, after his comment about not using, that he
was serious about not it so I decided to trust him and hope I wasn't
being scammed.

The following day, Monday, I picked up a couple of new clients. The first
boy's name was Take-pronounced like the Japanese rice wine Sake- "talk
with a hard A. He was a skinny, almost rail thin, five foot seven fifteen
year old. He was continually pushing his wavy; almost shoulder length,
black hair back out of his dove gray eyes. His slightly freckled and
almost pasty white face was rather narrow; cheek bones sharp enough to
cut your finger on, a smallish nose and mouth, with medium sized eyes
that seemed sort of sloe. His upper lip had a smattering of black hair,
announcing to the world that he had passed the test of puberty.

He was dressed in black; his jeans faded, his t-shirt sporting the
popular Jerry Garcia bust shot, and rather beat up beat up DVS's on his
feet.  And he was sporting what passed for adolescent male jewelry;
wearing a beaded necklace with enough color to maybe be a gay rainbow,
rings on three long tapered fingers of each hand and a bunch of different
things on his wrists, the latter being a combination of those thing black
plastic things kids wear, a couple of equally thin chains, and some hemp
type of bracelets.  Even without the t-shirt I would have pegged him for
a pot smoker right off the bat.

He spoke in a soft voice and offered a handshake that matched when I
introduced myself and I commented on how cold his hand seemed. He laughed
quietly and said that it seemed like his hands were always cold.

We were in my small office in the juvenile probation/court building, the
first stop after his first court appearance and subsequently the first
meeting his new probation officer. His beef of course was possession of a
small amount of pot. When I explained what my role was going to be in his
life he perked up, pointed a finger toward me and said,

"Oh yeah, you're the piss guy. I heard about you. Word on the bricks is
that you're a pretty cool dude."  I smiled and thanked him then asked if
that meant that he and I were going to get along and I wasn't going to
get a lot of grief from him over doing my job.

"Naw, we're cool," he said as he sat back in his chair.

"Cool," I responded back, then went on. "Okay, I need you to drop right
now - "drop" being the jargon for providing a urine sample - and I expect
it to be dirty so don't sweat it, you won't be in any trouble for it. If
it's dirty then I'll see you every day until I get a negative result and
from then it's random, generally once a week sometimes more. You never
know when unless I schedule it for here in the office, and I can show up
unannounced at school, at your house, almost anywhere I want. Okay?" He
nodded his head which caused his hair to fall in his eyes and requiring
him to push it back. I went on.

"Great. When I ask for a sample, if you can't go right then, you have an
hour to drop during which time you can have an 8 ounce glass of water,
which I will pour and watch you drink. You will not be out of my sight
for even a second until you actually provide me with the sample. Okay so
far?" He nodded his head and I went on. "All tests are monitored which
mean I'm in the bathroom with you and have to actually see the liquid
leave the spout," he laughed at that part. "Any attempt to hide, turn
away from me or any behavior other than what I've mentioned will be
considered a dirty UA and you go before the judge. Okay, any questions?"
He shook his head then changed his mind.

"What if I can't go in an hour?" I explained that was very unlikely but
we'd deal with it when we got there.

"Can you go now?" I asked him and he said that he could try.

Because of the nature of my job I have a private bathroom attached to my
office and it was in there that we went. It was a typical bathroom with
sink and mirror and even a small shower. I had Take stand in front of the
toilet and set the urine cup on the counter where he could reach it when
he was ready. Instead of standing up close and right beside a boy, I
usually stood farther to the side looked in the mirror which gave me an
adequate view as well as seemed easier for the boy. He unbuckled his
belt, the unsnapped and unzipped his jeans, lowered the front of his blue
patterned boxers and hauled out his pride and joy with his other hand.

The boy was nicely enough endowed, the tube appearing to be a soft six
inches and he was uncut, his foreskin covering most of his cock head with
only the very tip sticking out. He was holding the bottom of his t-shirt
out of the way and it looked like he had quite a bush of pitch black hair
growing at the base of his cock and probably down onto his balls.

We stood there for a moment with nothing happening and as he started to
turn his head I returned my gaze to meet his.

"It doesn't want to work. I mean I have to go, I can feel it but it
doesn't want to come out." I nodded my head and told him to close his
eyes, relax and just let it flow. He did as I told him to and stood there
quietly although it appeared that the hand holding on to his cock was
gently squeezing it and as I watched he slowly slid his foreskin back. It
wasn't enough to fully uncover the head and he slid the skin back to
where it was.

As I watched he repeated the movement a couple of times and while I
couldn't be sure, it looked like it might be having an entirely different
effect than what I had needed. However it must have accomplished what he
had intended for he began to piss, a slow little stop and go sort of
thing that quickly developed into a full stream. Regardless of that fact
however was the fact that he had indeed started to respond to the
manipulation in a sexual manner, his cock definitely becoming harder
although not a full on chubby by any means.

He set the bottle on the counter and finished his piss then tucked,
zipped, and buttoned, by which time I'd already inserted the drug test
into the liquid then laid it on it's wrapper to develop.

"I hope you don't think that I was like, you know, beatin off or
anything. It's just that sometimes if I move it like that it helps me to
piss."

"Well for what it's worth Take I wasn't forming any judgment at all and
besides, in this business I've seen boys do all kinds of things to try to
make themselves piss and what you were doing is a fairly common one." He
seemed interested and perhaps a little relieved at what I'd told him then
sort of rubbed absently at the front of his jeans where his bulge seemed
more prominent than it had when he first stood there.

We were both watching the test, watching as the little red lines either
showed up or didn't show up when Take asked,

"Have boys ever gotten a hard on while they were trying to piss?" I
nodded my head, keeping my eyes on the test and trying to act as casual
as possible.

"Sure, you'd be surprised how often that happens," I told him.

"Really, why is that do you think?"

"Dunno. Could be for any number of reasons but sometimes I think it's
sort of a turn on, standing there holding your penis while another guy is
watching. I don't know why that is especially. And I don't think it's a
gay thing either, although for some boys it might be."

I picked up the test and it was clearly positive for pot, no surprise
there. I showed it to Take and explained that the absence of a red line
in the Pot section meant it was positive.

"So, I guess I'll see you tomorrow. Do you want to come here or have me
met you somewhere else?" He said that he'd see me at the office so I
checked my schedule, gave him a time and sent him out the door.

I saw another dozen boys throughout that day, mostly in my office as they
either prepared for court or had just come from seeing the judge and for
the most part it was uneventful. I mean, a cock is a cock; there was
nothing special about any of the boys or the equipment they were showing
me. One of my regulars, John, stepped right up to the toilet and shoved
his sports shorts and boxers below his balls while holding his t-shirt up
out of the way and thus giving me a full on shot of all of his boyhood
charms. There wasn't anything special about his plumbing, a narrow six
inches of cute boy cock almost overpowered by a thick tangle of black
pubic hair; it was just that he had no problem what so ever of letting it
all hang out. He told me once that when he was locked up he'd been caught
frequently jacking off in his cell by guards while doing their rounds.

"Fuck piss guy, I never bothered to stop what I was doing, who gives a
fuck. What're they gonna do, arrest me?" he laughed. "Some guards would
even stand there, looking through the barred window in the door and
watched until I squirted; the fucking pervs." He told me that a guard
caught two boys fucking in the shower one night after they got off
kitchen duty. The guard didn't do anything but stand there and watch
while the boys kept right on fucking, giving the man a show. "You'd be
amazed at what goes on in there piss guy, seriously."

A couple of my younger boys came in that day as well, one that puberty
hadn't paid a visit to yet, his totally smooth genitals always an
interesting sight as was the reaction of having me watch him cuz his
little cocklet sprung a woody almost right off the bat. It was the third
time that it had happened and it had become, no pun intended, a standing
joke between us. I never knew if puberty had gotten to the second boy or
not, although his voice indicated that he too was being passed by. Kenny
was a shy boy and I always seemed to have to remind him to face the
toilet, not the shower curtain on the other side of him so he'd turn and
the only thing I'd see was the small, pale white head of his cock poking
through the zipper of his jeans.

The day's winner however was Jerome, a stunningly cute fourteen year old
black kid that showed up as my last client of the day. He'd been on
probation for about four months but there was some concern from his
single parent mother that he'd started using drugs so his PO send him
down the hall to see me. A medium built five foot six, he had a rich
mocha colored skin tone that indicated that there had probably been a
whitey in the wood pile somewhere lineage, his wavy and not nappy black
hair lending credence to that notion. He had huge hazel colored eyes that
were framed by thick black brows and the longest, fullest eyelashes I'd
ever seen on a boy. His teeth were so white and so straight that it
seemed probable that they had been worked on though unlikely due to his
age and his financial position. The boy wasn't just cute, he was
beautiful and the boy was queer.

Okay, well, I didn't know that at first of course but I sure suspected it
given his soft voice and the way he spoke, his handshake, the way he
walked and sat. He wasn't flaming by any means but he sure wasn't your
everyday boy. He wouldn't be trying out for any team sports anytime soon
either.

So, he came in, sat down, and I asked him if he knew why he was seeing
me. He did, and so I went through the whole spiel with him.

"You're going to actually watch me, see my penis and all that?" he asked,
a skeptical look on his smooth mocha colored face and one thick eyebrow
raised. When I said that was the plan he said, "Well, that should be
fun." I chuckled and asked what he meant.

"Mister; nobody, and I mean NO BODY, has seen my thing since I was nine
years old. No doctors, no boys in gym class cuz we don't have to shower
at the Christian school I got to and I don't go to the pool cuz I don't
know how to swim and I ain't planning on learnin anytime soon." He said
it all with a sort of sassy, gay boy attitude which verged on flaming.
You know the type; like a young Little Richard sort of thing without the
"do wop a do bop a ding dang do" thing goin on.

"Okay. So does that bother you a little bit Jerome? I mean, I can
understand if it does but unfortunately that won't change things. I gotta
do my job." Oh yeah, poor me. He shook his head.

"No. I suppose not. I mean, I have to give it up sometime. It might as
well be you," he said waving his hand as though shooing off a fly.
"Besides," he seemed to add as an after thought, "you seem nice and
you're certainly cute enough." I chuckled again and thanked him.

"So, shall we do this thaaang?" he asked, standing up.

"If you're ready," I said to which he responded that he was about as
ready as he was ever going to be. I stood and we went into the bathroom
and the boy stood in front of the toilet while I pulled a cup and a multi
test panel from my storage closet and he watched me. When I turned back
to face him he asked if I was ready and I told him I was ready if he was.

Okay. I know what you're thinking about the kid being black and all of
the hoop a la about how hung blacks are. It is true though and its been
pretty well proven that blacks, on the average, are the most well endowed
race on the planet, just like Asian's are the least well endowed. I'm not
making this up either. Notice I said average. I've seen plenty of black
boys that were average or under and a few Asian's who were above the
statistical norm of six inches soft.

Jerome went about undoing his slacks without anymore fan fare than if he
was opening a cupboard to get a box of cereal. He pushed the flaps of his
pants wide open and fiddled around inside what looked like red satin
boxers and what he pulled out was off the charts in terms of statistical
averages. The boy had the biggest, longest cock that I have ever laid
eyes, hands, or mouth on outside of a porn flick. My boy Jayson was well
hung but this kid was bigger. I had trained myself not to show any
reaction to a boy's plumbing but I must have given away something because
the boy said,

"It won't bite. About the only thing it does is spit and then only if you
treat it like a slave."

"Like a slave?" I asked.

"Yeah, if you beat it," he said with a slight smile on his beautiful face
as he reached for the piss cup. I stood, looking in the mirror at what
had to be at least twelve or thirteen inches of brown hose hanging in
front of Jerome's threadbare tan colored slacks. I wondered briefly if
the boy ever modeled underwear then discarded the idea as he'd probably
have to have his custom made. I wondered what the fucking looked like
when it was hard then figured that it couldn't get fully hard because it
would take almost every ounce of blood the boy had in his fourteen year
old body.

It seemed to take forever for him to start pissing which was no wonder
since the liquid had so goddamned far to travel.

"Am I bigger than average Trent" he asked with seeming innocence. "I
mean, you've probably seen a lot of boy's penises in your job."

As I said before, or maybe I didn't, when the societal barriers get
broken down in the manner that happens between me and a client, it seems
to open the door to all kinds of intimate questions and discussions. If
Jerome was being honest about no one ever having seen his boyhood charms,
and they were most definitely charming, then he probably hadn't had the
opportunity to ask a great deal of questions or engage in the kind of
intimate dialog that many kids do.

"Yes Jerome, I'd say that you are much bigger than average." He finally
started to pee and although it wasn't much, it was enough to do the job.
I took out the test and put it in the urine for a moment then laid it on
the test's package. Jerome stood there looking as well, making no move
toward putting his cock back in his pants. When I told him that he could
put it away he said that if I didn't mind he'd like to just leave it
where it was for a moment.

"I know it sounds weird Trent but the fact is that it's more comfortable
for me. Most underwear is either too tight for me or my penis hangs out
the leg, like in these boxers I'm wearing." When I asked if he'd talked
to his mother about it he got a look on his face like I'd stuck his
finger in a wall socket or something. He shook his head no.

"I couldn't possibly talk to my mother about something like that. She's
so religious I don't think she even remembers that I have a penis, let
alone talk about it." When I asked if he had anyone he could talk to
about that sort of thing with he shook his head again and the look on his
face reminded me that he was in fact a young teenage boy and not the
fully confident sassy young man that he tried to be or the full grown man
that his cock suggested he was.

He pulled a piece of toilet paper from the roll then squeezed on his
cock, starting at the base and working his way down the length of it like
it was a tube of toothpaste then used the paper to dab at the tip of his
fat cock head, cleaning the residue off.

"I have to do that," he said by way of explanation, "If I don't then
sometimes pee dribbles out and down my leg." I told him that I could
understand that, it happened to me sometimes too. He seemed relieved at
my statement then went about putting his snake back in his pants.

"I have so many questions but nobody I can ask," he said. "We don't have
a computer because my mom says it's a devils plaything, I don't have any
family around and I've never even known my father." He got a tear in his
eye and went on. "I don't have any real friends because most people think
I'm weird." I felt sorry for the kid, what can I say?

"Well, I hate to add to your problems Jerome but your test is positive
for pot as well." His shoulders slumped and he started to cry softly. I
put my arm around his shoulder to comfort him and he literally went into
my arms and held me tight, crying on my shoulder. What could I do but
hold the boy, rub his back, and tell him things would be okay. He finally
stopped crying and let go of me, stepping away and retrieving more toilet
paper. He wiped his eyes, blew his nose, then sniffled.

"I'm so sorry Trent, I didn't mean to act like a baby its just that I
feel so all alone sometimes." I said it was okay, asked him to pour his
pee in the toilet while I went about cleaning up the test stuff and
tossed it in the trash can. We went back into the office and sat down,
the boy looking down, his hands held tightly between his knees.

"So tell me about the pot," I said softly. He went on to say that he'd
found a sandwich bag with a home rolled cigarette and lighter inside. He
said he pretty much knew what it was from the smell as people in his low
income neighborhood smoked pot all the time.

"I only took a couple of puffs. I didn't like it so threw it away. My mom
smelled it on me I guess so she called Patty, my probation officer and
well, here I am." When I asked why he was on probation he said it was for
shoplifting. He swiped some men's underwear and for the obvious reasons.
I explained that I'd have to test him every day until he came clean, he
said that was fine but could I do it at his house instead of at my office
because it would be easier for him. I don't generally acquiesce easily to
that sort of request but like I said, I felt sorry for the kid so I
agreed then offered to give the boy a ride home so I could see where he
lived.

I dropped him off twenty minutes later in front of an old two story
apartment building, the kind with rusted out cars on blocks, discarded
furniture and appliances at the curb, un-mowed grass that couldn't be
called lawn, blankets, towels or sheets in the windows for curtain. He
showed me the slot where I could park explaining that they didn't have a
car so it would be empty, then pointed to a ground floor window on the
corner of the building saying that was his room.  Since it was right in
front of where I would be parking it was going to be a snap to find. We
agreed that I would meet him there at that same time tomorrow afternoon
although he did mention that his mother wouldn't be home.

I drove off, thinking on our conversation as I had driven him home. His
seemed a lonely and somewhat sad existence, seemingly ostracized by his
peers as much for his extraordinary intelligence and beauty as for his
slightly feminine affect. He spent most of his free time reading,
devouring three or four books a month, as his mother kept the small TV in
her room only bringing it out when she was home. I liked the kid and
before he left I told him that I'd be more than happy to listen to any
questions he had or talk to him about anything he wanted to talk about.
He thanked me and leaned over to hug me before he left.

The next day was a busy one that required me to be out in the field then
back in the office then back out in the field again. It was all regulars,
no new clients and I probably saw a total of six feet of cock before I
had lunch. I had a few more at the office then I headed out to pick up
Kyle after school for our bi-monthly test.

As usual the cute little thirteen year old was animated as hell; his ADHD
kicking in full time now that he wasn't cooped up in school. As we headed
off toward his house he chattered on about all manner of things, most of
which didn't interest me in the least but which I listened to none the
less. I noticed too, out of the corner of my eye, that his right hand
seemed to be preoccupied with his crotch, pushing and tugging at his
jeans. Once we got to his house he found a note from his mother reminding
him that she'd be fairly late and that there was a casserole in the
fridge that he could microwave. So, the little shit had set me up.

"Come on Trent," he said and I followed him to the bathroom where he
asked me to wait then went into his room. A minute later he came back
only all he had on was his briefs and a t-shirt. "My mom said I had to
change clothes as soon as I walked through the door," he told me by way
of explanation. Not that I really cared. He looked darling cute in his
briefs, the front pouched out slightly by his young cock. He went right
up to the toilet and tugged his underwear down to his knees freeing up
four and three quarters inches of rock hard little cocklet.

He looked at me rather sheepishly, I gave him a raised eyebrow then he
said,

"Well. I guess it's glad to see you piss guy." Yes, I guess it was. When
I asked if he was going to be able to pee through it he shook his head.
"I don't think so besides, I don't really have to go right now."

"Do you suppose you could have told me that before you got undressed and
hung your penis out in the air?" I asked the cute little blonde. He
nodded his head, said that he could have but that wouldn't have been
nearly as much fun.

"I see. So now what, how long will it take for that to go away?" I asked.
He said it depended on whether or not he beat off or not. I told him I
was in sort of a hurry and he smiled.

"Well I guess I'll have to beat off then won't I? Come, lets go to my
room." He turned and headed out the door, leaving his underwear half way
down and I followed his dynamite little butt down the hall to his room
where he flopped backwards on his bed and pulled his underwear totally
off then lay there slowly fondling himself. Like the last time, I sat
down next to him.

"Are you going to do it for me Trent? You said you would." He told me
with a smile. I reminded him that I didn't tell him that but that he
suggested that I might do it, jack him off.

"Well, will you. Please Trent. I know you want to cuz your cock is hard,
I can see it, just like last time, your cock was hard when I kissed you."
With that statement he reached out quickly and put his hand on the front
of my jeans and felt the rock hard lump of my traitorous cock.

I was shocked on a variety of levels; that the boy had felt me up and I
didn't even know it, that he was brazenly feeling me up at that very
moment, that this absolutely adorable little hunk of boy was wanting me
to play with him.

"Please Trent?" he said, sitting up, his hand still on my dick. "I won't
tell, honest I wouldn't ever say anything to anybody." He moved to a
kneeling position, right next to where I was sitting on the edge of the
bed. "Please?" And then he really surprised me. In a quick flash he threw
his outer leg across my lap as though he were mounting and horse and thus
moved his body into a sitting position, his legs straddling my hips and
his compact little torso almost up against mine. In an automatic reflex I
reached around and put my hands on his naked little butt to support him
and his arms shot around my neck. Our faces were inches apart, his balls
were resting on my cock; the look on his so cute face was nothing short
of lust.

"Please?" he said softly then quickly moved in and put his soft little
lips against mine and kissed me. It wasn't any little peck either. The
boy pressed his mouth against mine, all but forcing my mouth into a wide
open mouthed kiss. His tongue pushed against mine, the breathing through
his nose became quicker. I held the boy tightly, one hand staying
underneath his butt and the other moving upward to his back and then the
back of his pretty blonde head, and I kissed him back.

We stayed like that for what seemed like a long time, kissing, our
tongues getting to know each other and I wondered briefly where in the
hell the boy had learned to kiss so fucking well. He pulled away from me
and before I knew it had leveraged his weight and pushed me onto my back.
He quickly moved off of my waist and went for my jeans, popping the snap
and unzipping. I registered what he was doing of course; it was just that
Kyle was so fucking quick. His little hand grabbed my rock hard cock
through the fabric of my underwear, briefs that day, and squeezed on me.

"Fuck Trent, your cock is so huge," he whispered, "I want to see it." He
had moved off of my lap and was sitting next to me, one leg curled under
his butt and the other on the floor. By this time I figured there was no
turning back. Well, that's a lie, there's always a turning back point. I
chose not to. His warm little fingers reached into the waistband of my
Calvin's and pulled it down, freeing up about five inches of cock.

"Fuck?" was about all he could say. He kept tugging on my clothes so I
lifted my butt up off of his bed and allowed him to pull my jeans and
underwear down far enough to give him a full view of seven plus inches of
hard cock and fat balls.

"On man," he said, taking hold of my cock and pulling it upright and
stroking me, "Its so biiig. I've never seen anyone this big before. I can
hardly get my hand around it." He quickly switched hands so that one
could heft and cup my balls while the other continued to stroke.

"I bet balls this big make a ton of cum don't they Trent?" he said, more
of a statement than a question. "Can I beat you off, can I make you cum
Trent, please? I wanna see how sperms look like. I never seen that
before." Of course I could have refused the boy but, would you? I don't
think so, not once things had gone as far as they had.

"Sure you can Kyle, if you want to, but I have to tell you it usually
takes a long time for someone else to make me cum." That didn't seem to
phase the boy as he started jacking me off, gripping my tightly and
moving his fist up and down. I reached out and put my hand in his lap and
he moved so that I could take hold of his rampant little cocklet while
the other hand pulled my shirt up to my chest, just in case. Feeling up
the cute young teen's boyhood helped to get my heat level up but closing
my eyes and envisioning his cock in my mouth, or my fat cock shoved up
his tight little butt helped get me over the edge. It was a good thing
too because I could feel his arm start to slow down.

"I'm gonna cum really soon kyle," I whispered and the boy renewed his
efforts. They paid off.

"It's there kyle, go a little faster. The boy did as I asked and for my
part I stroked on his cock a little harder too. "Ooooh  fuck Kyle," I
groaned and I shot. I was glad that he was holding me almost upright
because I was watching when I came and the first jet flew out a good foot
into the air before arcing slightly and landing on my belly. The second
jet was in the air before the first one landed and so on, my cock going
off like a single toned Roman candle.

It was soon over, my cock slowing to an ooze, the liquid seeping out and
running down onto Kyle's hand. "Oh man I was right Trent you do make a
lot of cum. I can't believe how far out it shoots either," he said as he
let go of my cock and it fell onto my heaving belly, the head landing in
a puddle of white goo. He got up off the bed and retrieved his briefs
from the floor and wiped the goo from his hand and then from my belly,
coming again on the amount of sperm I made. Then he slid up along side of
me and I automatically reached over and took hold of his pulsing cock.

"Your turn," I said. He smiled and rolled onto his back. There wasn't a
lot of room so I used the thumb and forefinger technique, stroking the
hard little four plus inches of boy cock while its owner moaned at the
feelings ripping through his body. Needless to say it didn't take but
about thirty seconds before it thickened in my fingers while Kyle groaned
and thrust his narrow little hips into the air and almost screamed in his
orgasm. To my eternal surprise a little glob of liquid plopped out onto
his belly, the evidence of the boy's sexual maturation.

"Wow Kyle I didn't know you were making sperm," I said.

"What? I did it? I made sperms Trent," he said, excitement in his voice.
He leaned up and saw the evidence. "That's my first time of really
cumming Trent. That never happened before." He wiped his fresh made sperm
with his fore finger then put it to his tongue to taste it. "Kinda flat
tasting," he said then rolled into me and kissed me again.

"Oh man I'm so happy that I did it with you Trent, honest. You're so
cool," and he kissed me again. I held him while we kissed, running my
hand up underneath his t-shirt and feeling the smooth softness of his
little boy's skin. I would have loved to hang out there holding him and
doing other kinds of things but I had appointments to keep.

I rolled away from him and sat up. "I don't suppose you can piss yet can
you?" He looked down at his cock which was still hard as stone and shook
his head.

"I don't think so piss guy." I stood up, put my self back together and
told him I'd let it slide for this week but we had to get it done next
week. He agreed then asked if we could do stuff together again. I told
him it depended on his giving me a urine sample. He laughed and said that
if peeing meant I would play with him then he'd give me all the piss I
could handle. It was my turn to laugh and I headed toward the front door
with Kyle on my heels. Of course he had to kiss me again before I left
and again, I reveled in the feel of his small body in my arms. I really
was looking forward to rolling around naked with him on a big bed
somewhere.

I was back at my office within twenty five minutes and found Take waiting
patiently outside for me, a somewhat rumpled paperback in his hands. When
I asked what he was reading he showed me the cover of The Persian Boy by
Mary Renault, the second of a trilogy that she wrote about Alexander The
Great. The story is told by Bagoas, Alexander's eunuch lover and is
considered by experts to be a very accurate and non judgmental view of
Alexander's life and times.

"Have you read it?" he asked, standing up as I unlocked my door and went
into my office.

"Indeed I have, all three books actually," I told him. He wanted to know
what I thought about it, about Alexander and about his being gay. I told
him I thought the entire trilogy was great, that Alexander was a great
and actually compassionate man and that his being gay was an accepted,
and not uncommon, behavior or lifestyle during that time in history.

"So the story is true and not like; fiction or something?" I nodded my
head and said that according to experts yes, it was true. We had managed
to make it to the bathroom where I pulled out an unopened box of my
testing stuff and Take stood in front of the toilet and pulled out his
cock. This time he'd opened up his jeans and pushed the clothing down far
enough so his cock could hang over the waistband of his underwear without
cutting off the circulation so when I turned back toward him to answer a
question, that was what I saw, six or more inches of teenage boy cock,
hanging there waiting for me, the foreskin almost covering his cock head.
Take had his arms just clasped behind his back so my view of him was
totally unobstructed.

"I guess that men courted boys back then and it was common for them to
become lovers," he said, more of a statement than a question. I said that
it was, that such relationships could be extremely advantageous to a boy,
teaching him about being a male in that society and sometimes even
elevating his social status, his class, and that although sex was a big
part of the relationship, it wasn't all of it. As I manhandled the box
open, then fought to get a smaller box out he continued his questions;
did I think that was okay, did I think boys liked that, what sort of
things did a man expect of a boy. I answered his questions as I went
about my business, managed to get a single test out and started to unwrap
it.

"Do you think that would work now, for a boy and a man to have a
relationship?" I told him that it wasn't accepted but that it happened,
and probably more than anybody really knew.

"Really he said," looking into my eyes as I handed him the cup. I nodded
my head and smiled. Take then went about the business of getting the cup
under his cock head. Both of us were watching his movement and it was
then that I saw that he was getting hard, that his cock wasn't just
hanging there but starting to point more toward the back of the toilet
bowl.

He held the cup for a good twenty seconds and when nothing appeared to be
ready to come out he took hold of his cock with thumb and fingers and
like the day before, began sliding the skin back and forth, this time
fully uncovering his cock head before pushing his foreskin back over it.
And he was getting harder in the process. Somehow though, he managed to
coax out enough urine for me to be able to test and set the cup on the
counter. I went about dipping the test into the liquid while Take just
crossed his arms in front of his chest.

I watched from the corner of my eye and saw that he was about a third of
the way erect, his cock not touching his underwear in the least. And, the
boy didn't seem the least bit phased by that fact.

"Would you do that Trent? I mean, court a boy or love a boy, have sex
with a boy if it were acceptable?" Red flags were going up all over the
damned place but I stayed calm and explained that if I were in a society
where that sort of behavior was common place, a part of the fabric of
that society then it would be likely that I would follow the norm of that
society.

Take's cock was standing straight out from his body by then and didn't
appear to be ready to deflate. His test was positive of course and I told
him that I'd have to see him the next day.

"Can you come over to my house or something Trent?" I have some stuff
that I have to do right after school and getting down here and then back
home would be a pain in the ass. I suggested that we meet at school or I
could even pick him up at school and we could do the test somewhere else.
He agreed that would be okay.

"I suggest you put that thing away before you do some damage to it," I
said, nodding at his hard cock as he turned sideways and nearly whacked
it against the counter.

"Do you think I have a nice cock Trent?" he asked then added quickly, "I
mean, there doesn't seem to be a lot of guys who aren't circumcised so I
guess I mean am I strange." His appendage had stretched out to about six
and half or more inches long and was starting to point more toward the
ceiling than the wall and most of its head was sticking out, rather like
a turtle from a shell.

"Well, uumm, yeah, I guess it's nice enough Take. I mean, it does
everything that it's suppose to do doesn't it?" He smiled and nodded his
head.

"Yes, as you can see, it does that, and it does the other stuff too but
of course that's not my cock." He started to put it away while I cleaned
up the urine test stuff and when he was done it left quite a bulge. He
saw that I had noticed it and commented that it was a little
uncomfortable and I suggested that if he wanted he could use the bathroom
for privacy and relieve himself.  He rubbed the bulge then thanked me and
said that he'd be okay. I patted him on the back and told him I'd pick
him up at two thirty sharp the following day. He smiled before heading
out the door and said,

"I'll look forward to it." He headed out the door and I followed a few
minutes later after making some notes in his and Kyle's electronic file
the shut my computer down. I still had Jerome to see before my work day
was finished.

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Like all of my stories there isn't a shred of truth to this one. Its all
fabrication.  I don't know why I elected to add another chapter to it
after almost two years of the story lying idle. Sometimes it just works
that way. As you will be able to tell, there is likely another chapter in
the offing. I hope that it won't be another two years.
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