Date: Tue, 29 Mar 2016 03:10:32 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Player I

There is nothing remotely true about any of this. It's a story, or series
of stories, nothing more and nothing less. While the main character is
constant, each chapter generally introduces 2 new boys and only rarely does
a boy appear again. If it is illegal for you to read stories that portray
sex between an adult and underage boys, or if you are offended by such
material then perhaps you should leave and find a Reader's Digest.  The
rest of you, please enjoy and feel free to send feedback.

Hugs,
Tag_m

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They're out there, all you have to do is look and be in the right place at
the right time. They're young, they're cute as all hell, and they're ready
to explore their emerging sexuality, wanting to learn, to be taught, to
experiment. Many of them prefer the anonymity of hooking up with a stranger
or at best, someone maybe they've seen around but don't really know or
don't know very well. Someone who doesn't know their friends or family,
someone they don't see every day or all the time who may embarrass them by
acknowledging their existence at an inopportune time or in some other
way. Someone safe, someone like me.

I've been pretty lucky in that regard. At just a year past thirty years
old, I look like I'm late teens or early twenties. Light brown hair kept a
little spiky and messy, large hazel green eyes and a pleasing face, along
with a well toned body under six feet tall, I seem to inspire confidence
and safety in the young teenage boys that choose to spent time with me. I
carry a cocky attitude that can be very soft and affirming so that boys who
share my bed often want to return to it. Needless to say, I'm usually open
to that. I also ride a mean looking Harley, low slung black and chrome and
loud. If I'm not on the bike I drive a `15 Hyundai Genesis, midnight black
with tinted windows; a mind numbing sound system and killer ass rims. Boy
toys both of them and believe me boys are attracted to them.

I especially liked using the bike for those encounters as I have found that
most boys as well as young men find motorcycles exciting, a little radical,
and that they like the sort of "bad boy" image that is associated with a
bike, especially a custom bike. The other thing of course is the body
contact. It's close, intimate and allows for the passenger to be a little
bit forward or exploratory with his own body parts. I insist that the rider
sit as close in to me as possible, keep his knees in tight to my sides and
hold on to my waist, not the back fender. Those guys holding backwards onto
a fender lose sixty percent of upper body strength, an important item to
have in times of danger on the road. Those aren't just my rules either;
they come straight out of the motorcycle safety manual. Either way, it
works in my favor most of the time.

There were always a variety of places to find willing and eager boys. Shops
and stores that catered to boy type things were a great place to start as
well out door places where boys congregate or play.  One of the places that
offered up quite a few encounters was a skate shop I used to frequent, an
out of the way place that was managed by a kid who was only about
nineteen. The overall store space and parking lot was pretty large, far too
much space for a small business like that so one whole section of the store
had a couple beat up sofas with matching coffee table littered with skater
mags and other publishing materials that boys read. It had a big screen TV
that had skater or X-Treme sports video's going constantly so if they
weren't outside practicing skate techniques in the large skater friendly
parking lot, boys could be found lounging around inside. The place also had
a small living space at the back where Tim, the manager, lived so basically
he was there all the time.

I had found the place one day while looking for wheels for my `blades and
subsequently I'd gotten to know Tim, and stopped by often with used paper
backs that I'd finished. I usually hung out for an hour or so shootin the
shit and of course eyeballing the cute boys that were hanging out as well.

I'd seen Terrin a few times and even talked to him before and I guess he
considered us "friends" so when I showed up one day he came straight over
to the bike, said "hey D" and offered his hand for a shake.  My name is
Derrick but I go by D. I "hey'd" him back and we talked as I walked toward
the store then he went back about his business of being a boy when I went
inside.  Shootin the breeze with Tim, I found out that he was out of unread
books so offered to run back to my place and bring him the half dozen I had
laying around for him. Outside and heading for the bike, Terrin intercepted
me.

"Leavin so soon D?" he asked. I explained that I was going to run home and
grab some books for Tim. He asked if he could ride with me, never having
ridden on a bike before and allowing as how cool it would be.

Terrin was one of the boys I had been watching. About fourteen he was a
slender thing about five foot five. He had a thick unruly mop of dirty
blonde hair that was always covered by a ball cap cocked sideways, the bill
pointed more over a shoulder blade than straight back.  He had brilliant
blue eyes with thick brows and lashes, his face a home for a few freckles,
especially around his small, slightly upturned nose. The flashing white
teeth and almost perfect lips completed an oval, slightly tanned face that
was devoid of hair.

"Sure, why not."  I climbed on the bike while Terrin ran his board in for
Tim to keep an eye on for him. Before firing the hog up, I gave him
instructions. "Sit in close, keep your legs tight against mine and hold
onto my waist." I explained all the reasoning behind it and he readily
agreed so I lit the thing up and on he climbed. As he was told, he pressed
his legs into my hips and I could almost feel his young cock pressed into
the small of my back. He put his arms loosely around my waist until I
started off and then he held on tightly. It was about a four-mile ride to
my house and Terrin's hands seemed to travel a little bit south, resting
against the top of my jeans. At one point when I had to brake hard, one of
his hands actually dropped down onto the front, resting briefly on my cock.

"Sorry," he said into my ear.

"No problem" I answered back over my shoulder. I wasn't really sure but the
boy seemed to be checking me out. It was at that time that I felt a little
more firmness in the small of my back and I figured the boy was getting
hard.

We got to my place and dismounted in the driveway behind my car. Terrin set
a foot down and hiked up his baggy jeans, running his hand down the front
unselfconsciously and adjusting himself and commenting on how "fuckin hot"
my car was. I went inside, Terrin following me. In the world, I don't
advertise my sexual orientation in any way, allowing people to try to
figure me out if they want to. My home is a different matter. I have a few
pictures on the wall depicting young, drop dead cute males in sexually
charged poses, a large Maplethorpe hardbound volume on the coffee table and
a couple of small nude sculpture's of boys. One is of two teenage boys, one
sitting on the other's lap. They're facing each other, faces close together
and if you pick it up and look, you'll see that the top boy is impaled by
the other boy's cock stuffed up his ass. The other sculpture is called
Morning Boy and shows the nude youth in a classic "just out of bed" morning
stretch, one arm up and out the other down and backwards. The boy is young,
thirteen to be precise, and hung quite well, his cock about half hard as is
typical of most males when we first get up.

The statues sat on shelves of the full wall bookcase and Terrin looked the
books that were in the same general area as the statues, noticing the
numerous titles referring to homosexuality in some way or another. He asked
the question.

"Umm, are you gay D? I mean, it's cool and everything with me," he added
quickly.  I don't present as gay in any way so what the boy knew of me and
what he was seeing were in direct conflict, at least in his young mind and
eyes.

I looked at him a full five seconds then said, "Yeah, I am and that is
privileged information so I would greatly appreciate it if you kept it to
yourself Terrin, okay?"

"Oh yeah D, no worries, I won't say anything, honest.

It was then that he got a clear shot of the Loving Boys" sculpture. "Oh man
D, these boys are fucking aren't they? That's a way cool statue, you can't
really tell unless you look." I explained to Terrin about the model, a cute
young man named David, and how an older male friend of his had commissioned
a series of portraits of him when he was just thirteen.  A few of the
portraits were also sculpted, like these two, David being the boy getting
fucked in the other sculpture.

"Wow, you almost sound like you know him D, the boy I mean."

"I do know David, I met him and his partner once while they were here on
vacation and looking at property." I said to the boy.  I thought back for a
moment to the encounter that ended up with the three of us in bed for an
entire day. David was just eighteen at the time, his partner Cody
twenty-six. David was in fact very well hung and the encounter had been
very hot and tons of fun for all of us.

Being a boy, and since the gates were open, Terrin plunged on. "Wow
cool. Did you like, go to bed with him? I mean, his cock looks huge, is it
really that big?" he asked, looking closely at Morning Boy.

"Not that it's any of your business," I said laughing and cuffed him on the
arm, "but yes, David is pretty big in that department. Terrin was standing
with his mouth almost hung open. He commented that he'd never seen one that
big before; certainly his own dick wasn't that big, although he wished it
was. Every boy's dream.

"Can I ask you another question D?"

"As though I could stop you" I laughed.

"Well, are you that big, I mean, how big is your cock." Eeewwww I thought,
we're getting into some serious discussion which, I figured, would lead to
a show me yours and I'll show you mine sort of thing and well, you know the
rest.

"Mmm no Terrin," I said with a smile, "I'm not that big, few men are. I am
bigger than average though, if you must know." That led to "what's average"
and I explained what that meant. He said that he was probably close to
average then.

"Does it get bigger when it's hard?" he asked. I explained that when cocks
were beyond about six inches soft, they didn't get significantly larger
when hard. Usually smaller cocks show a bigger difference in size when
they're hard I explained to him. He seemed to think that over a little bit
then said that was what his was like, smaller when it was soft but
definitely larger when he was hard. Then he added,

"Which it's getting right now," and he adjusted himself again.

"Well, when guys get to talking about sex, that often happens Terrin,
especially at your age."

"What about at your age?" he asked. I replied that sometimes it happened.

"Is it happening now?"

"A little."

"Can I see it D. I'll show you mine."

I'm serious, that's exactly what happened. I didn't say anything but
unsnapped my jeans and unbuttoned them, pulling the sides open and
revealing my underwear, a dark blue. I purposely went slow, giving the
young teen a little bit of a show and it worked. His eyes were glued to my
waist and he actually licked his lips while a hand absently rubbed the
front of his own pants.

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my underwear and pulled it out
away from my body and down under my balls in one fell swoop, exposing seven
and a half thick inches of half hard circumcised dick. I shoved my pants
down far enough so that my heavy balls hung free, giving the boy a full on
Monty.

"Oh man D you're big," he said, coming closer to me. I stood, unmoving as
he took the liberty of grasping onto the rising appendage and squeezing it
gently which brought it to full glorious hardness in record time.

"You're turn," I reminded him.

"Oh yeah, sorry." He let go, stepped back, and undid his belt and jeans,
letting the loose fitting garment drop to the floor, his baggy t-shirt
covering most of his plaid boxers but not the hard young cock underneath,
which was poking out in the front. Terrin pulled his shirt up and off,
revealing a firm chest and taut lower belly. He wasted no time in pulling
his boxers down as I had and allowing his young boy dick to pop out,
greeting me like a puppy dog. Terrin was about six inches or so, cut, and
slender. His nest of pubic hair was still a neat little patch at the base
of his boyhood pride and joy, and his smooth hairless balls hung freely
between equally soft, smooth thighs.

"You got a nice cock Terrin, nothing to be ashamed of there and I'll bet it
will grow even bigger." The boy beamed at the praise and I reached out to
him, grasping onto his hard flesh and squeezing it as he had done to me.

"Oh man," he groaned, "that feels so good D. Nobody every touched me there
before."  Ahhh the vestal virgin I thought, which made me all the harder.

"I'd like to suck your cock Terrin, would you like that?" He nodded his
head and I dropped to my knees in front of him, looking at his glorious
young body. Fuck I loved young teenage boys. They were the hottest. I
pulled his cock down, looked closely at the head, at the precum leaking
from his slit. I leaned in and licked the precum from him before taking the
head into my mouth. He moaned again, only louder. With one hand, I slipped
his boxers to the floor and the boy instinctively stepped out of them and
opened his legs further. I cupped his soft balls and squeezed them gently
as I bobbed back and forth on half of his shaft.

"Oh fuck D that feel so good, oh man I'm gonna cum really fast I just know
it." And that was the idea my young prince. I stopped sucking him and stood
up then pushed my jeans to the floor as well and stepped out of them before
pulling my shirt off too.

"Gosh D you have such a great body" the boy exclaimed.

"I love sucking your cock Terrin, but how about if we get more comfortable
on my bed?" He nodded his head and I headed for my room and my king sized
bed, the cute young boy on my tail.

Once there I guided him onto his back the lay next to him and returned to
his rock hard cock, throbbing an inch up off of his equally hard, taut
belly. There was more precum so naturally I licked it before taking the
satiny head into my mouth and suckling it, causing its owner to moan
loudly, his hands on the back of my head. I swallowed the boycock all the
way to its root and moved back up and away, essentially fucking his
delicious rod with my mouth. I continued to cup and fondle his smooth balls
as I worked, tickling underneath the bag with a finger.

"Oh fuck D that feels so awesome" he groaned. "I'm ready to cum D and I
don't want to yet okay?"  I stopped sucking him and said, "How about if you
cum now and again in a little while, I mean, we got all day?"

"Oh god, okay D whatever you say."

"Ok then Terrin, tell when you're gonna cum okay?" I already had his young
teen cock in my mouth when he answered. I sucked on it a about a half
minute then moved away so that I could lick up and down the shaft, making
sure I licked on the sensitive glans under the head of his cock. I moved
south to his boy bag and licked on the soft smooth skin, pushing the eggs
inside around with my lips and tongue. Terrin was moaning like crazy as I
moved under his nuts and licked the area between there and his asshole,
coming up under his sperm makers and licking the underside. That lasted a
minute or three then I went back to his cock and stroked the shaft as I
suckled the boy. From that point it didn't take long. I wanted him to tell
me when he was gonna squirt cause I wanted to see his teen dick erupt with
young sperm.

"Oh fuck it's there, I'm there D, oh God oh God," he moaned. I pulled my
head away and jacked on the flesh in my hand. I felt his cock thicken in my
hand and he thrust his hips in the air as a thick ropey strand of fresh
warm young teen boy sperm, nectar of the Gods, shot out onto his chest. The
first jet landed jet just below his small nipples, the second, third,
fourth and fifth jets of cum went into my mouth as I had clamped it over
the swollen head and continued to jack the boy off. I swallowed as fast as
I could, slowing my stroking and milking every drop of the precious viscous
liquid that the boy's tender young balls had to offer.

Terrin finally relaxed, his body sinking back to the bed, his slender chest
still rising and falling rapidly as his body adjusted to post orgasmic
bliss. I crawled up along side of his and looked down onto his smooth clear
face, the blue eyes not yet reopened and when they finally did he looked
into my eyes and a grin split his face.

"God damn that was so fucking intense D. I never felt anything like that
before in my whole life," he whispered. My hand had been slowly stroking my
own rigid flesh, which Terrin just then noticed.

"How about you, are you gonna cum, want me to make you cum too D?" he
asked.  Well, I was all for that but jacking me off takes a long time
unless I do it myself. Terrin went on, "Want me to suck on your cock D, I
never done it before but I can try, I'd like to try." Who am I to say no to
a cute young boy when he asks to suck my dick?

"Okay, if you're sure," I replied. Terrin moved downward along side my
waist and grasped onto my cock, squeezing it gently and beginning to stroke
it.

"Fuck it's so big D. The skin feels soft in my hand though." He lowered his
head and took the swollen head of my cock into his warm mouth,
instinctively closing his lips over his teeth so not to scrape me. The boy
bobbed his head up and down then choked as he tried to take too much in.

"Slow down, don't try so hard Terrin," I whispered to him. He nodded his
pretty blonde head and went back to work, alternating between stroking my
cock and feeling up my fat balls while he sucked. He stopped after about 2
minutes saying that his mouth hurt. I explained that sucking cock took
practice then took over the stroking while the bay watched on. A few times
he put his mouth down over the head of my cock while I jacked, suckling on
just that part. Knowing that it was his first time, seeing as how cute he
was, knowing that I would be able to spend a lot more time with the boy,
took me to the edge quicker than usual.

"Here it comes Terrin," I said with a pant. My belly muscles tensed, as did
my fat cock and I let out a low long groan as my cock erupted into a
frothing mess. I blasted out a half dozen strands of sperm all over my
belly until it finally slowed to a dribble, little globs drooling out and
running down the head onto my fingers, all to the accompaniment of Terrin's
comments on how cool it was, amongst other things.

"That was so hot you suckin me like that D, did I do a okay job on you, did
I do it right?"  I assured him that he did just fine, of course with a
little practice...

He laughed and said there wasn't a lot of opportunity to practice and I
reminded him that we could certainly try some more after we took a shower,
and then of course there would be other days. He agreed on both counts so I
told him to follow me and we headed into the bathroom. It was there that I
first rimmed Terrin, causing even more moaning and groaning, and it was
there that I first inserted a finger up into the boy's ass and finger
fucked him while I sucked his beautiful cock. He came with a vengeance,
ramming his teen cock into my mouth and unloading a bucket of cum that was
in no way diminished by the fact that he had cum less than half an hour
prior to that.

I eventually fucked the boy, although not that day, but he did fuck me
before the day was out. I had him fuck me face first so I could watch the
expressions on his cute face through the whole experience. When he first
entered me I thought he was going to faint from the new feelings. As it was
his eyes almost rolled to the back of his head. It was definitely hot and
when he came, slamming his hard young cock into me along with fresh teenage
cum, I knew that I would have him as a lover almost any time I wanted him.

While some of my encounters ended up lasting for months, and in a few
cases, years, many were simple little get 1 to 2 time encounters.

I had trouble sleeping one night and crawled out of bed about 4 am and went
for a ride on the bike. Most of the tourists were asleep in their little
beds but the clubs had just closed down for the night so there were a
variety of people on the strip in Waikes, that is Waikiki, some of them
cute boys.  Eighteen is the legal age but the gay clubs sometimes don't
check ID real careful and of course some of the Asian boys look like
they're thirteen when they're twenty. Such was Alex's case.

I had pulled up to a red light that was situated next to a bus stop. There
were four or five young guys, all Asian mix, all cute. One of them began
flirting with me. He was wearing the requisite pair of baggy jeans, a white
strap type undershirt commonly called a "wife beater", tucked in which
showed off his very flat belly. He was carrying a blue shirt but was sort
of waving it around as he flirted with me saying things like,

"Nice bike, did I like having something that big between my legs" and
things of that nature. He had been standing so wandered close to me,
revealing a very cute black haired and dark eyed boy who looked like he was
maybe fifteen. He was olive skinned but not real dark and I guessed
Filipino and white with maybe some local blood thrown into the mix. His
sparkling white teeth contrasted nicely on smooth, hairless, dusky skin.

"So, how about a ride," he said, hand on thrust out hip. Did I mention that
he was a bit of a flame?

"Get on hot shot," I said, nodding to the small seat behind me. The light
turned green and I waited as he pulled down the foot pegs and climbed on
behind me, snuggling in close, arms wrapped lightly around my waist. He was
telling his friends that he'd catch them later when I gunned the bike and
roared off down the street causing the boy to clutch tightly to my belly,
his laughter ringing in my ear.  At the next red light I asked him where he
wanted to go and he asked where I lived. I told him less than a mile away
and he said that would be just fine with him, so, off we went to my place.

Once inside the door he grabbed me and kissed me hard on the lips while he
fumbled with my jeans. I hadn't worn any underwear so when he found bare
skin he was a little surprised and when he grabbed my growing cock he said,

"Oh my." I was working my way at getting his pants off as well and within a
moment we were both standing, naked from the waist down, stroking each
other to full hardness. Unlike many Asians I had been with, Alex was not
"small" but sported a cock equal to mine in length but not as fat. He was
circumcised, had a small neatly trimmed patch of pitch black hair at the
base of his dick and medium sized hairless balls hanging between his legs.

"So," he said, "before we get down to the basics, how about a shower. I
been dancing all night and feel icky." We stripped off the rest of our
clothes, leaving them in a puddle in the middle of the living room and
headed for my bedroom and bathroom, making introductions as we went. In the
shower we took the time to wash each other and I found the boy to be very
gentle and caring, his hands providing a relaxing touch. Once clean we
began our play, tweaking nipples, licking some body parts and sucking on
others. He had the most delicious ass I'd seen in a long time, his twin
dusky orbs protruding out from the small of his back. When I washed it, I
made sure to clean out his hole, causing moans of pleasure from him but not
for long.

"Mmmm let's get out and go to your bed D," he said. We dried off and moved
back to my king sized playground, the room lit by a soft subdued blue from
hidden bulbs. Once on the bed we fell into each other's arms, kissing long
and deep, both tongues battling for supremacy in our mouths, while hands
continued stroking and fondling body parts below the waist. Alex broke it
first, sliding down and attacking my cock and balls with vigor. He suckled
me, taking almost the entire seven inches of my cock into his throat, moans
pouring out around it. The kid was good, he knew what he was doing.

I stopped him for a moment and told him to turn around so I could do the
same for him and when he did, I proceed to lick and suck on his rock hard
cock as well. I licked and sucked his smooth balls, taking them into my
mouth one at a time and pulling gently on them, much to Alex's delight, if
his moans were any indication. I discovered at that time that the there was
no hair stubble which meant that boy wasn't shaved or trimmed as I had
originally thought, indicating that he was either a late bloomer in the
hair department, which seemed unlikely, or he was young, maybe even as
young as he looked. I wanted to get at his asshole since rimming young
teens is one of my all time favorite things, assuming they were clean and I
knew for sure he was.

I held his balls out of the way and licked the underside of his smooth
silky bag, moving toward my target. The position we were in did not lend
itself easily to what I intended and the boy knew that so he rolled a leg
over, in effect changing our position so that he was on top instead of by
my side, his glorious dusky crack and hanging nut sac before my eyes. Fuck
I love that view of a boy, almost more than looking at his cock. I licked
in the crack a few times before prying the firm orbs apart to reveal the
treasure, his wrinkled pink-ish brown muscle. I dove in, licking all around
the spot then directly into it, trying to force my tongue up inside the
boy's body. I kissed it, I slurped it, licked it and buried my face so deep
inside his cleft that I had to pull back for air.

"Oh fuck D, god that feels good," he moaned between slurps on my rock hard
cock. Since I was at the top end of the bed, I reached up into the
headboard and grabbed a bottle of lube and slathered up a finger then
inserted into Alex's asshole while I licked and sucked on his balls. A
minute of finger fucking him was all it took.

"Stop D," he whimpered. "Put your cock in me D, fuck me right now oh God
fuck me please," he all but begged.

We disengaged and he rolled onto his back, pulling his legs back at the
same time. I lubed my dick, added a little more to his body then got into
position, my swollen cock head next to his tight muscle, then slipped into
him. The boy gasped and placed his hand on my lower belly, fingers in my
pubic hair, indicating for me to wait for his body to adjust to the
invasion of the hose monster. I simply alternated my gaze between our
groins and his cute face, reveling in always at the beauty of my cock
inside a boy's ass, connecting us in the time-honored ritual of boy-to-boy
love making.

"Okay," he mumbled. "Fuck me D, stuff your cock all the way inside of me. I
held his legs back so that he could stroke on his pulsing flesh while his
body ate up inch after inch of me until my hair was touching his ass. I
slid out about half way the went back in and after the fifth stroke was
coming out far enough so that the rim of my cock head came out then pushed
back inside of him, causing a gasp each time it happened. I wanted a little
more so I draped his legs over my arms and placed my hands on the bed close
to Alex's shoulders, rolling him more onto his back. Now I was able to
drive downward into him, giving us both more intense pleasure. I could also
kiss him as I fucked him, which seemed to turn him on even more.

I love fucking boys, the feeling of their tight assholes on my cock,
knowing that the feelings they are experiencing are incredibly intense,
knowing sometimes that I'm teaching them, taking them places for the first
time in their young lives. This was not Alex's first time that much was
clear.

He broke the kiss. "I'm almost there D, fuck me hard, oh god fuck me harder
D, ram your cock into me oh god ohfuckohfuckohfuck," he moaned out. The sex
talk was a turn on for me and I drove in with all my energy, jamming my
cock into him so hard that my balls were whacking on his ass. On some of
the down strokes I twisted my ass so that I went in at a little bit of an
angle or I ground my hips in a circular motion while I was deep inside of
him.

I felt my pressure building but the cute young boy under me got there
first. He reached between us and grabbed onto his cock crying out,
"OOOOHHHHHH Gooooooooooddddddd," the rest being nothing more than
grunts. His orgasm caused his asshole to convulse on my cock so that, along
with everything else, brought me off as well and I rammed into him even
harder as my cock thickened and erupted inside of him. I was on my tip
toes, trying to cram every single bit of my cock flesh inside the boy, to
bury myself in his tight ass as lights went off in my head and my body
broke out in goose bumps. Now, it's a great sperming when that happens, at
least to me anyhow.

Things finally died down, all but the breathing, which eventually slowed as
well. Alex asked that I sit back on my haunches and pull him with me so
with a little gymnastics we managed to get into the same positions as my
sculpture in the living room, sitting with the boy in my lap, my still hard
cock buried deep inside of him. His arms were around my neck, our faces
inches apart and he kissed me. This time it was a softer, post coital sort
of kiss and when he broke it he said,

"Oh D that was the best sex I've ever had I think, you are so awesome a
lover." He wiggled his ass a little, causing my cock to move about like a
stick shift in a car and causing some little moans from him. I found out
that the boy was in fact only fifteen having gotten a very good but fake id
made by an "uncle" of his. His experience was not all that much either,
having been fucked a few times by boys his own age so I was his first adult
male, and he loved it. Neither of us lost our erections and eventually Alex
fucked me from that position, pushing me onto my back and taking total
control of the situation. When he came, his sperm shot clear to my face and
I managed to even get a shot or two into my mouth.

Alex spent the night, or early morning in this case, curled up with me,
backed into me, my arms wrapped around him. About one in the afternoon we
woke up, showered and fucked again, this time in the shower, which saved on
the cleaning up time. Alex was bent forward, his hands on the shower wall
and mine hold on to his narrow hips to hold him place while I power fucked
his tight little hole.

"Jesus Christ D you fuck good," he groaned. "Fuck me as hard as you can D,
fuck my young boy pussy like you really mean it." Well, I always mean,
every single time. There ain't no playing around for me when I fuck a
boy. I really it to be the best possible memory for a boy, to make him know
that he's been fucked good and proper like a boy is spose to be fucked.

My balls were swinging quite hard since there wasn't anything in the way to
stop them. At least most of the time. Alex reached down below us and found
my bag and held on to it, fondling my sperm making eggs. I slowed down to
allow him to do what he was doing. He also explored the area where my cock
was buried into his, feeling the rim of his hole move as my cock slid in
and out of him.

Alex finally let go and concentrated on holding still while I bred him. I
went back to fucking him hard and deep, slamming my cock into his tight ass
and causing the boy to rock each time our bodies collided. I could feel my
body building up to unload so held on to him, ground my ass in circles then
went back to pile driving him.

"Oh shit D I'm gonna cum, make me cum D, make me cum hard okay?" A moment
or ten later Alex cried out like a little girl. I felt his asshole grip my
cock like a vice then pulse each time his body gave up a spurt of teen
cream. A second later I started filling his bowels with my sperm.

"Oh fuck Alex what a hot little fuck you are," I groaned. "God fucking you
is amazing." I felt my body give up 6 or 7 jets of my own gooey goodness
and when I looked down I could see my sperm oozing out around my cock as I
fucked him. I kept it up but like all spermings it ended and I slowed down.

We stayed there for a moment catching our breath before I slowly pulled out
of him, leaving his hole considerably more open than it had been. The boy
stood and turned then melted into my arms and we kissed deeply tongues
gently probing each other. When we broke it he laid his head on my shoulder
and we just held on to each other. I allowed my hands to move down and cup
the glorious orbs of his butt, a pair of nicely rounded globes of flesh

We finally got out and dried off then still naked headed to the kitchen
where I threw together some diced bell peppers and onions, Italian sausage
chunks and O'Brien potatoes. Once the stuff was heated through I tossed in
scrambled eggs and when it was close to being done dropped some English
muffins into the toaster.

All during the preparation Alex chattered away about his life in Waipahu,
his friends and being a gay boy all the while sipping some coffee that
heavily sugared. We ate breakfast out on my lanai and when we were finished
got dressed and I drove him home, parting with a kiss a block from his
house.

I saw Alex only once after that, having run into him in a mall but other
than that, I have no idea what ever happened to him. I'll say this though;
I've jacked off on more than one occasion thinking about him.