Date: Sun, 31 Jul 2016 21:29:31 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Player VI

One Saturday I had taken the bike out for a ride and had stopped at a
popular beach area to rest my ass. I love my bike but armchair comfy it
ain't. Anyway, I was standing looking out at people sunning and surfing and
just having fun and heard a voice behind me call my name, a little surprise
in its tone. I turned around to see a quite cute local boy probably fifteen
or so, about five foot six, slender build, surf shorts and slippers with a
bare upper torso, and not a bad one at that, standing five feet away. He
wasn't cut and tone by any means but nicely defined and all the requisite
parts were accounted for including a flat belly. He looked vaguely familiar
but that was about it.

"It's me, Kekoa, remember me?" he asked in a soft voice, faintly
effeminate. Of course I remembered him but it'd been three years since I'd
seen him and he'd been a skinny little twelve year old at the time. He
definitely wasn't that now. He wasn't drop dead cute but he was close; he
weren't no throw away.

His black hair was mostly straight, the bangs brush so that they were just
above his left eyebrow lower on the right side, both sides angling downward
to cover his ears. The style brought attention to his large dark eyes. The
bottom part of his smooth face sported lips that needed kissing in fact, it
would have been a crime not to kiss them..The boy sported a puka shell
necklace which contrasted sharply against his brown skin tone and he had at
least 8 bracelets on his right wrist; some of cloth, some beaded, and one
of a knotted hemp of some kind.

"How in the fuck are you Kekoa?' I asked with a huge grin. "My god you've
grown." He smiled and said that indeed he had. The last time I'd seen him
he was in a behavioral health hospital due to his acting out behaviors and
when I went to visit him the conversation seemed to center around other
boys on the unit and jacking off. Clearly at that time, he'd finally
entered puberty so needed to share that with me in what was an acceptable
manner, to him at least. He'd always listened to me, had been fairly well
bonded with me until his mother and pulled him from the place and left the
state, ending up in bum fuck Egypt somewhere.

"How have you been? Where have you been? I've missed you ya know," and
threw and arm around his shoulder and hugged him. His left hand grasped my
hand as it rested on his breast and the other slipped around my waist, the
familiar position that we had both comfortable with. He explained that his
mom had moved them all to Colorado Springs where she had a sister, had
gotten a job, and Kekoa being what he was with regard to his controlling
mother, had acted out, got in trouble and ended up in a boys group home for
six months. He finally had done some growing up emotionally, decided that
he could manage to live with his mother who really wasn't all that bad, so
got this shit together and things had been mostly fine ever since. He was
here visiting his grandmother but was flying out the next afternoon for a
few days on Maui before heading back to the mainland.

"I'd like to spend some time with you D; that is if you don't mind." Heck
no I didn't mind. I'd invested about seven months into this kids' life as a
volunteer worker, a sort of big brother if you will. There had never been
any sex or even so much as a hint of it between us but we had gotten pretty
close and he'd given me a huge hug, telling me he loved me the last time I
had seen him. His mother had pulled him abruptly and not only didn't we get
to say goodbye, I didn't even know he'd gone until two weeks after the
fact.

"I'd like that but what about Gramma?" I asked. He said that she'd really
liked me and since he'd been here almost two weeks already she probably
wouldn't mind. I explained that I was on my bike and he only smiled and
said cool. His grandmother was only about five blocks from the beach so we
climbed on the bike, Kekoa wrapping his arms around my belly without
hesitation, and we rode off to get permission for him to be with me.

She was glad to see me. We'd stayed in touch for about 6 months after the
boy had left, she having no more of an idea of where he was than I
had. Then her cell number was disconnected and that was that. I never felt
comfortable enough to go to here house so simply lost touch. She was more
than fine with Kekoa spending the afternoon with me, knowing how our
relationship had been before. He changed into some beach jeans and t-shirt
and we were off.

We left her home and headed into town, to no place in particular, although
Kekoa wanted to visit, to bring me up to speed on what he'd been up to the
past three years and find out the same about me. There wasn't a plan;
either about where we'd go or what we'd do and there wasn't a goal to have
sex before it was all over with. Much as it may surprise you, I didn't have
sex with every boy I knew, and I knew lots of em, nor did I want to have
sex with all of em. Kekoa and I had a non-sexual relationship before and
there was never so much of a hint of being anything different and in my
desire to spend time with him as a teen; it still didn't enter my mind.

For lack of a better place to go I headed for my place. Kekoa held on to my
belly fairly tightly, holding his body close to mine and his head close to
my ear, commenting on things we passed or saw and generally just being
sociable. Once at my house, we dismounted and I said,

"This is my place. I don't know where else to go really unless you want to
eat so I hope this is okay."

"Absolutely okay D," he said with a smile. I am a little hungry but maybe
you can scare up something or we can order a pizza or something." I
wondered about how he would react to the artwork in the living room so I
detoured from the front door and elected to through the garage and out onto
the lanai in the backyard. I'd had my suspicions about the boy since the
first time I met him although at his age then, it's always difficult to
tell with a boy which way he might fall. I had my suspicions now, given the
way he presented, as I said before, a very slight femininity in his
speech. I was comfortable with Kekoa knowing I was gay and figured that
whether he was or not, my being gay wouldn't affect him one-way or the
other.

"Wow, nice place," kekoa said as he walked through the doorway and caught
his first view of my place. "Pool and everything," he added as he walked
around a little bit. "How long have you lived here he asked?" as he
wandered to where I was sitting in a chair by my lanai table.

I told him and he commented that it was pretty cool. I asked him he wanted
something to drink and when he nodded yes I asked if my standard raspberry
iced tea would be okay and he nodded yes. I went into the kitchen and came
back with a pitcher and two chilled glasses, pouring one for each of us
before getting down to the business of catching up.  He said that his
mother had pulled him from the hospital, totally unexpected, and moved to
Kansas City of all places.  She had a brother who lived there, owned his
own construction business and had convinced her to come run his office for
him. That lasted for about seven months. They'd had enough problems getting
along before but being in a working situation together really had made a
mess of things. She moved them to Denver where she got a job in the
Sheriff's department and Kekoa ended up babysitting his two younger sisters
when his mom worked a variety of shifts. This worked well on one hand since
he didn't get along very well with his mother but it also meant that he
didn't get a whole lot of time for himself and of course, mom wasn't paying
a whole lot of money for his services.

"It's your job as part of this family," she'd harped. Of course the girls
were both under seven so much of the household chores fell on his shoulders
as well.

And so the conversation went, both of us sharing various things in our
lives as the noon time hour approached and the temperature continued to
rise as did out hunger level.  We went into the house and I threw some
water on to boil, pulled some frozen pot stickers out while I waited for
the water. Kekoa and I made small talk until he asked to use the bathroom
and wandered off, returning as the timer went off and I put the heated
things on a plate and set it on the kitchen table along with dipping
sauces.

"So what's up with the artwork on your walls D?  Looks a little, I dunno,
not what I would expect you to have in your house." His voice had a bit of
a sound to it, almost coy. I could play that game.

"Oh, just stuff that I saw and liked is all."

"And liked?" he repeated. "Looks pretty much like the stuff you'd find in a
gay guys house," he retorted.

"And how would you know what a gay guys' house might look like kekoa?" I
asked with a smile on my face.

He looked down his nose at me, plopped a dripping pot sticker into his
mouth, chewed for a moment then said,

 `Come on D; don't tell me that you didn't suspect that I was gay three
years ago. I know you did cause I remember some of the things we used to
talk about." Kekoa was smiling as he talked.  "You know, I always thought
that you might be gay, or at least hoped that you might be. I always
thought you were so cool, I still do, and back then I was sort of
confused. It wasn't till after we moved that I really needed someone to
talk to and wished to hell that you had been there." He stuffed another pot
sticker into his mouth then added,

"So, what's the deal?"

"Yeah, I suspected back that you might be Kekoa but at your age then it's
so hard to really tell. Lots of boys seem like they might be then they grow
out of it, or cover it up or something. When I first saw you and heard you
talk today I was pretty much sure of it. As for me, yes, I'm gay. I've been
out since I was your age or even younger."

The boy had a Cheshire cat grin on his smooth face and asked,

"So, do you have a boyfriend or anything?" I shook my head no.

"Naw, I don't even date very much what with work and martial arts."

"So, what do you do about that, sex I mean? You can't just jack off all the
time," he said, the huge smile still adorning his face.

"I manage," was all I'd say to him. He nodded his head muttering something
that sounded like; I'll bet you do.

"So what about you?" I asked him. He shrugged his shoulders and said that
babysitting kept him pretty occupied. He said that he'd had a couple of
short-term kind of boyfriends that hadn't gone much beyond sucking each
other's cocks. He'd fucked his last boyfriend a couple of times though and
the boy wanted to fuck Kekoa but he wouldn't let him.

"Why not?" I asked him. He'd gotten up and set his plate in the sink.

"Honestly?" he said as we walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my
neck and hugged me slightly from behind. "I wanted you to be my first
D. I've always wanted you to be the first man to fuck me. I was depressed
when I got to my grammas and called to find out that you didn't work at
that same place you used to and I didn't have any other way to get a hold
of you. I couldn't remember your last name and neither could mom. When I
saw you at the park this morning I couldn't believe my eyes. I think I got
about half hard just looking at you. So, here we are, two old pals, both
queer as all hell, at least one of us is horny as hell for the other
one. What do you suppose we should do about that?"  My mind was racing,
right along with my heart.

"Well," I said in a cracking voice, "how about if we take a swim then a
shower then see what happens." I got to my feet as I talked, Kekoa stepping
back out of the way for me.

"I have a better idea," he said softly. "Let's take a shower, make
something happen, then go for a swim." He didn't wait for an answer but
took my hand and lead me to my bedroom, having found it when he went to the
bathroom earlier. I followed docilely thinking that boys today could be so
forward, knowing what they wanted and going right after it. Once there he
turned to face me, reached up and pulled my head down and kissed me full on
the lips. It wasn't a tongue searcher but it wasn't a peck either but a
long lips dancing kiss. When he broke away, he went about tugging my
t-shirt from my jeans then going up over my head with it. He ran his hands
up and down my chest and belly.

"You have such a great body D," he all but purred. He rubbed at my crotch
then unsnapped my jeans and slid the zipper down, spreading the flaps
open. He slipped his hand inside the jeans but still on the outside of my
underwear, rubbing mostly on my lower abdomen and pubic bone. We were still
close, our eyes focused on each other's eyes and his widened considerably
when he discovered my cock, still only about half hard, stretching itself
out sideways inside the fabric.

"Oh my D, what have we here?" He felt along the length of my shaft causing
it to continue its growth, almost in his hand. "God how big is it?"  The
question didn't beg and answer and I didn't offer one. Instead I reached
out and began trying to remove Kekoa's t-shirt. He stopped what he was
doing, pulled the shirt off, undid his jeans and dropped them, standing
before me in boxers that were tented in the front from his own young hard
cock.  I slipped my own jeans down and off as he was removing his so we
stood facing each other again, this time all but naked.

He melted into my arms and this time the kiss was spurred on by the heat
between us creating a lip crushing, nostril flaring, tongue battling
affair. My hands were at his back, running up and down his smooth but
muscled skin and down onto his butt. And what a nice butt it was, sloping
out and away from the small of his back and creating twin orbs that begged
to be kneaded and squeezed, which I did. My hands slipped under the fabric
and felt his ass, alternately rubbing and squeezing firmly on his
flesh. One of Kekoa's hands did the same thing to me while the other
attacked my front side, rubbing on my now full on hard dick through my
underwear, but only for a moment. He moved his hand inside and clutched
onto my cock, gasping slightly as he did so, and slowly stroked me. He
broke the kiss to take in oxygen and I moved my head to the soft crease of
his neck, kissing and sucking gently and causing his body to shudder
involuntarily at the feelings. He moaned and clutched me tighter.

My hands moved around to his sides and held open the waistband of his
boxers then moved downward, slipping them over his hips and freeing up his
boy cock. One hand kept pushing the clothing down his legs, the other
seeking out his rampant boyhood and clutching him. My fingers found a
moderately thick sausage that seemed about six inches or so long and
uncut. I let my hand move south and found his balls, respectably sized eggs
in a hanging sac. I fondled them gently, tugging ever so lightly and
eliciting further moans from the mouth that was almost next to my ear.

Kekoa gently moved me away from him and dropped to his one knee, both hands
at the fabric of my Jockey's, moving them down and away from my skin then
both hands grasping onto my cock.

"God what a beautiful cock D," he said in a husky voice before guiding the
head into his mouth and sucking. One hand moved to my balls, holding and
tugging them while the other hand held onto the base of my shaft and slowly
stroked as he began bobbing on about half my dick, no small feat. I allowed
my hands to run though his thick black hair as he suckled me for about a
minute before letting my dick plop out of his mouth then standing up again
and planting his lips to mine in yet another crushing, tongue battling
kiss.

It was me who broke the next time, dropping to both knees and coming face
to face with Kekoa's dark cock. It was as I suspected, a little over six
inches long and thick, its' uncircumcised head peeking out from his
foreskin about half way and leaking precum. His bush was thick and black as
the hair on his head, his sperm filled balls handing nicely, one slightly
lower than the other between dark thighs. Fuck I loved the dusky skin of
local boys. I wrapped a hand around his butt; the other under his nuts,
tugging them down gently and thus pulling his cock downward. I grasped the
shaft, peeled his foreskin back then leaned in and slurped the oozing
precum from the swollen head. I placed my lips over the entire head and
bobbed on it, creating intense feeling to flow through his young body, the
effects reflected in his loud groans.

"Oh fuck D, do that too long and I'm gonna squirt in your mouth." I wanted
that very much but not quite so soon so I moved further on, taking about
half his fat cock into my mouth and bobbing back and forth there for a good
minute before letting it go and standing up.

"Let's hit the shower before we both cum," I suggested and headed for the
bathroom, Kekoa commenting on my ass as I walked away. The water adjusted,
we stepped in, rinsed off and since I was first, I squirted Gucci body wash
into my hands and began the process of washing Kekoa's body from neck to
knees and everything in between. I turned him around and did the same for
his back before slipping freshly soaped fingers inside his crack and
washing his tight little asshole. His hands were against the wall and
pushed his butt out, giving me better access to his core, looking over his
shoulder at me and moaning quietly. I leaned and kissed him as my fingers
ran back and forth over his tight muscle, one of them slipping up inside of
him in the process. I gently finger fucked him while my other hand went
around and began stroking his soapy cock and the boy began humping slowly
back and forth and creating the double action on his asshole and his cock.

"Oooohhhh God, Oooohhhh fuck D, Oohhh fuck," he moaned out when he broke
off the kiss. "God I wanna cum so bad, make me cum D." I let go of his cock
and slowly slipped my finger out of him causing him to groan and the
immediate loss of feelings. He turned and rammed his lips into mine,
cramming his hard cock against me. I held on tight to his ass, pulling him
to me and grinding my own hard cock against his, the soap creating a
slippery friction for us. The feelings were incredibly intense as our rock
hard cocks slipped and slid against each other between our bellies. I was
at the edge as well, arriving quickly as I usually do when I'm with a boy
for the first time. I knew that we'd both be able to cum again soon so
allowed myself to continue. I really wanted to see Kekoa sperm out for me
but elected to forgo that sight this time, holding on to him and grinding
into his body with force. We were both moaning, both fucking each other and
we both came, Kekoa first and me right on his tail.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh shit," he moaned and pressed harder, moved faster into
me and I knew he was cumming. Watching his facial expression change,
feeling his body shudder with from the intensity of his teenage sperming
took me over the edge and I cried out as my own cum blasted out and smeared
against our bodies, our love juices mixing together along with the soap. As
usual when I cum in the shower, my knees went limp and so did Kekoa's and
we both struggled to stay afoot as we bumped and ground against each other
trying to make the orgasm last. Of course it didn't, and of course the
sensitivity in both spewing cock heads became too much and we backed away
from each other, automatically grasping each other's dripping shafts and
stroking, hoping to prolong the moment as our upper bodies met and our
heads relaxed on the other's shoulder. We held onto each other as our
breathing began to slow and subsequently our cock stroking.

"Goddamn that was the most fucking intense cum I've ever had in my life,"
Kekoa said through ragged breaths. I had to agree with him that, if not the
most, then one of the most intense orgasms I'd had as well. There's a lot
to be said for frottage.

We finally separated and I loaded my hands with more soap and proceeded to
wash both bellies, cleaning the soapy cum mixture off then rinsing us both
off. Kekoa's cock remained about half-mast, mine somewhat more limp, but
not quite at the default state. We finished off and climbed out of the
shower to dry off, each helping the other out and turning that job into
play.

When we completed that chore we went back into my bedroom and went straight
for the bed and lying in a classic sixty-nine. Kekoa's cock really is a
chubby and I enjoyed sucking on it as well as licking his soft balls as
they draped down onto his thigh. Kekoa was going at my cock with about as
much vengeance as I was going at him and it didn't take long before both of
us were full on rock assed hard and beginning to breathe heavier. I really
wanted to taste his asshole. I knew that he wanted me to fuck him and I
knew that in order for me to take his cherry with the least amount of pain,
I needed the boy to be hotter than a fresh fucked fox in a forest fire and
the way to get going toward that end, as it were, was to start working on
the target area. Besides, I love rimming boys.

"Kekoa, put your leg on the other side of me and straddle me," I said,
encouraging him by moving the leg in question. He did as I asked and in
seconds his cock was resting on my forehead. I pulled it down and licked at
slurped at the fat head before sliding backwards until his nuts were
swinging free above my eyes. God was a delicious sight. I licked and
slurped at his bag moving his delightful eggs about with my tongue. When I
began licking at the backside of them Kekoa started wiggling his butt from
the sensitivity.

I slid still farther back until I could look at his slender butt, the
gluteal crack in front of my eyes. I licked up and down along his perineum,
that seam of flesh that started under his balls and ran to his boy hole, my
hands kneading the flesh of cheeks. Finally the moment had arrived and I
gently pulled the orbs apart, revealing his core for the first time. I knew
he was clean, I washed it myself so raised my head and licked tenderly at
his hole. Kekoa moaned slightly, the noise muffled by my cock stuffed into
his mouth. I wrapped my hands up high and pulled, quietly requesting him to
lower his body for me and he did so, bringing his delicious but of muscle
closer. I held his cheeks apart and began paying homage to him in earnest,
licking hard at the muscle and trying to get my tongue up inside of him. I
went back to licking up and down the path from his balls to his ass hole,
this time servicing the hole as well as his balls and every sensitive spot
in between.

Kekoa had all but given up trying to suck my cock the feelings running
through him were so intense. It was intense for me as well and I began
squeezing my legs together as I worked him over, washing him better than
he'd ever been washed before. I eventually became tired and wanted to move
to the next level so I motioned for the boy to roll off of me and when he
did I came up and straddled his body, our cocks matching up, and kissed
him. He was hot as all hell and his kissing expressed it, tongue battling
and heaving breathing through his nose. I reached to my night stand and
pulled out a bottle of lube and small hand towel, then slid down Kekoa's
slender, licking here, sucking there until I reached his pulsing teen
cock. I stopped my movement, slathered up the middle finger of one hand
then lay beside him and began sucking on his cock again. I had one arm
draped over his leg so nudged the outer leg open farther with the back of
my hand.

He knew what I was going to do and complied, spreading his legs
wide. Continuing to suckle his deliciously rigid cock, my hand and fingers
moved about until I located my target and gently slipped a finger inside of
his tight virgin hole. I only went in to the first knuckle, resting and
allowing him to adjust to the violation of his most secret place. I kept up
the action on his cock, gently bobbing up and down the length. After a
moment I moved my finger further up inside his bowels until the knuckles of
my hand stopped against his flesh. I wiggled my finger around inside of him
causing a gasp and moan then began the motion, sliding slowly out of him
then back inside, gently finger fucking him and bringing his heat up. I
found his prostate and massaged it eliciting more moans and grunts. After a
good two minutes he cried out,

"Oh fuck D, you better stop or I'm gonna cum. You better put your cock in
me now while we have a chance." Those were the words I was waiting for. I
stopped sucking him and told him to lube my cock up, turning my body
sideways to give him access since the lube was already close to his
head. He did as I asked, slathering the swollen fat head, mixing lube with
the precum that was leaking out like a faucet. I gasped slightly at the
intensity of the feelings. Once I knew I was prepared, I moved, sliding my
finger out of him and moving down between his legs.

I guided his legs backwards, folding them at the knees and pushing him
farther onto his back and raising his lower body then positioned myself
close in to him. With one hand I held my cock down, placing the head close
to his hole and moving it back and forth across the wrinkled surface
getting lube all over the place, which was the reason in the first
place. And then I pushed inward, slowly exerting pressure until the head
moved past the tight ring of muscle and into him, then stopped.

Kekoa had been watching me the entire time, his eyes half shut with lust
and now his face had the expression of pain. Not moving and allowing him to
readjust is said, "Relax baby boy and breathe." He did as I suggested and
after a little bit nodded his head for me to go ahead.

Once the head was inside of him I put my hands on the underside of his
upper thighs and pushed his legs back, which opened him up and also braced
me. My gaze alternated between Kekoa's face and the ever-amazing sight of
my cock slowly disappearing inside of his body, accepting the willingly
gift of his virginity. When I bottomed out I asked how he was doing.

"It hurts some D, not as bad as I thought it would though."

"Good baby," I said quietly with a smile and began the process of fucking
the cute young teen. I stayed on my knees for the first few minutes,
drawing slowly in and out of his tight young body allowing him to get used
to the action and hopefully replace pain with pleasure. That my goal was
being accomplished was reflected on his dark brown face, the eyes
fluttering open and closed, his lips forming a half smile as I drove into
him and the moans and "Oh god's" being voiced low in his throat. He was
getting along great, his body having adjusted to me, the invasion of his
virgin ass by seven plus inches of thick cock.

"I'm going to change positions Kekoa, okay?" I asked him. He only nodded so
I draped his legs over my forearms and placed my hands on the bed next to
his hips, maybe a little higher, then leaned forward. The position rolled
Kekoa backwards, raising his hole to a vertical position and allowing me to
drive down into him, stuffing every inch of my cock as deep into him as
possible. It also allowed me to kiss him and I lowered my head, bringing my
lips to his and kissed him long and hard as I began moving my ass, pulling
my cock almost all the way out and driving back down into him. it didn't
take but a minute before Kekoa broke the kiss and gasped for air, our
kissing not allowing him to breath as deeply as he needed to, the breathes
now coming quickly and in a ragged fashion. Kekoa snaked a hand between is
and held onto his cock as I started fucking him even harder, ramming my
cock into his hole, the force almost driving him backwards on the bed.

"Oh fuck, oh Jesus fucking god, were about the only intelligible words that
flowed from his mouth from that point on, the rest was mostly babble until
he came.

"Ooooohhhhh AAAAHHHHHHHH," is about the only way I can describe the primal
cry that issued forth from Kekoa's mouth as he came, his body shuddering
and convulsing with each squirt of his sperming. I could feel his asshole
constrict on my cock and it drove me over the edge causing me to cum almost
violently inside of him. I braced myself up on my toes and ground my ass
around, creating different angles on my cock and thus inside of him. He
cried out again and as it turned out had experienced a double orgasm or at
least a longer one than usual. My own sperming was frickin vicious, as
intense as I've ever had and I felt at least six jets of sperm blast out of
my body into the young teen that was connected under me. I finally slowed
my movements then came to a halt, looking down onto Kekoa's face, his eyes
still closed and his breathing starting to slow down.

"Are you still with me," I asked quietly and he smiled and nodded his head
before opening his eyes, although they were still half closed in the
afterglow of fantastic sex. Our faces were still close and he reached up
with one hand, the other still on his cock, and pulled my head downward
until our lips met.

"That was all I expected and wanted it to be D," he said quietly after
breaking off the kiss. "It was fantastic, you are fantastic. Mahalo nui loa
for taking me there." I kissed him back and said that it was I who needed
to thank him by honoring me, by giving himself to me for his first time. I
let his legs down and told him to put his hands around my neck. He said he
had cum on his hand and I told him I didn't care. He did as I asked and I
told him to hold on, then moved to my knees and with a heave, pulled him up
and onto my lap.

His eyes shot open and he uttered, "Oh my" as my cock changed positions
inside of him.  I hadn't lost much of my hard on and neither had Kekoa
whose cock rested upright between our bellies. I held him close, rubbing my
hands on his back and we talked quietly, the talk of lovers still caught in
the feelings of sharing our bodies, kisses interspersed with words. We both
felt underneath, where my cock held us together, Kekoa commenting on how
good it felt having me inside of him. It didn't take a long time before he
discovered that he could move around and create intense feelings inside of
him which varied depending on how he moved. He enjoyed moving forward and
backwards, sort of humping and grinding his pelvis into me.

 About five minutes of that and he was moaning softly, his eyes closed
again and his head thrown back. I placed my hands on his hips and helped to
guide him as he made love to me. I leaned forward and suckled a nipple
through part of it but after a bit it was clear that a third cumming was on
the way. I reached over and snagged the lube, poured some directly onto the
head of his cock then gripped it in my hand and twisted it like a bottle
cap. Kekoa cried out as I massaged the head of his cock in that manner and
in a very short period of time he cried out once more.

"Oh fuck I'm cumming again," and cum he did. I had slid off his cock head
and just stroked him and when he came, the first glob shot straight up in
the air about a foot before returning to land in his pubic hair. Four more
jets followed although not as high and certainly not as much. After all,
the boy had cum three times in the past hour or so. I still hadn't cum as
he slowed his motions to a stop and his breathing slowly returned to
normal.

"You didn't cum did you?" he asked. I said that I hadn't but that it didn't
matter. I generally had my fair share of orgasms. He laughed which caused
his asshole to constrict on my cock, which was still hard as stone. I asked
if he was hungry yet and he said that he wasn't really, besides he didn't
particularly want to leave the position he was in.

"Your cock feels so good inside me D, I don't want to give it up."

"Well baby boy, we're gonna have to break up some time, we can't stay like
this forever."

"Trudat," he responded," but that doesn't mean right away. Besides, you're
still hard and haven't cum again. I'm still hard and could probably manage
to cum." He was indeed still hard, although not quite as stiff as the very
first time around but hey, even teenage boys have their limits. My knees
had gotten sore and we'd moved to a sitting position, me on my butt with
legs stretched out in front of me and Kekoa still sitting on my lap.

"Wanna try something?" I asked him. He nodded his head so I laid back and
told him to swing his legs around so that he was facing the opposite
direction. I always loved doing gymnastic tricks while still connected to a
boy and generally boys were still limber enough to comply, although with my
martial arts training so was I.  He did as I asked and was soon facing away
from me. I managed to sit almost all the way up then told him to lay
sideways and as he moved so did I so that we ended up laying spooned
together, Kekoa still impaled by my hard cock.

I reached around his waist and gripped onto his shaft and stroked it while
I kissed his neck. I tried moving my waist a little bit, to get into a
little in and out motion but it was difficult. Kekoa moved his upper body
away from me slightly then raised his upper leg and draped it backwards
over mine. We spend the better part of a half hour connected in this
manner, both making different types of adjustments. He liked being able to
put his hand between us and easily feel my cock as it slipped gently in and
out of his asshole. We both liked that I also had access to his cock and
his balls and could fondle and stroke as much as I liked while we
fucked. Sometimes he could torque his upper body around and we could manage
kissing while I fucked him. We moved into a position where our bodies were
almost perpendicular to each other, our legs in a tangle but still
connected, my cock buried deep inside of him.

The very hot and fun escapade ended with Kekoa about half on his side and
half on his stomach with one knee brought up toward his head. I had managed
to get back onto one knee, with the other foot flat on the bed in a sort or
marriage proposal position with one of his legs in between mine. It was a
tight position on my cock and apparently a good one for the boy as well,
considering the amount of moaning he was doing. I kept my hands on one butt
cheek, pushing it away from me, opening his hole to the onslaught of my
cock and watched in wonder as I slid in and out of his asshole. I was
driving deeply into him and all but squashing my balls with each
thrust. Kekoa's hand was busy between his legs, stroking his cock as I
fucked him and I felt myself reaching, finally, the point of no return.

"Oh fuck Kekoa, I'm almost there, it's there baby it's there, oh
gaaaawwwwddd" I moaned out as I came, my sperm squeezing out of my tube and
into his. I ground my hips, forcing every possible micro inch of my flesh
inside of his body. Kekoa screamed out once again as he came, jerking his
cock furiously and sending his boy cum out onto my bed sheets as I
continued to drive my cock into him in an attempt to make the cum last as
long as possible. I finally collapsed onto his body, using my elbows and
knees to keep some of my weight off of him.

"It's okay D, put all your weight on my, I kind of like how it feels," he
said over his shoulder. I did as he asked and heard a sigh of contentment
leave his mouth as I settled onto him. We lay like that for a good five
minutes, not saying anything, making very minor adjustments in our
positions. My cock finally softened and slipped out of him, causing a moan
from him. I rolled off of the boy and onto my side and he immediately
rolled to face me and melted into my arms, kissing my lips, my eyes lids,
my cheeks before settling back in and laying his head against my
shoulder. I hugged him to me, reveling in the feeling of having a cute,
warm, freshly fucked boy in my arms, a feeling I loved dearly.

We lay like that for quite awhile before we finally got up. Kekoa had not
cleaned himself off after his third cum, let alone the last one, although
it had gone onto the sheets.

"I need another shower. I think my ass is leaking your sperm D," he said
with a smile. "Not that I mind that at all." We climbed out of bed, padded
off to the bathroom and took a long cool shower during which we hugged and
kissed and fondled and helped each other wash off. Neither of us caught
wood, which, considering the circumstances was understandable.

"I'm a lot more hungry now," I said, "how about you?" Kekoa said he was as
well and since it was about suppertime we got dressed and headed out to
eat, ending up at a popular local place.

"Can't get this stuff in Colorado," he said as he macked a mixed plate of
barbecued fish, beef, and pork. Afterwards we drove around then headed back
toward his grandmother's place but stopped at a partially secluded beach
just short her home to say our goodbyes.

"I'm so glad to have spent time with you D," he said, a trace of sorrow in
his young voice. "It means so much to me that you took the time with me
back then, and even more so today. I hope we can stay in touch and I hope I
can see you again when I come back at Christmas. You mean a lot to me." he
leaned over and kissed me hard on the lips as though his statements needed
some sort of proof. I responded back in kind and when we broke away, there
were tears in his eyes.

 `I'm very glad to have spent time with you Kekoa. You're a really special
person to me too and now that we have each others email address we will
stay in touch." I started the car and drove him home. He gave me a tight
hug holding, almost desperately to me before giving me a quick peck and
getting out of the car.

We stayed in touch as promised and whenever he returned to the islands,
Kekoa would spend as much time with me as he could get away with. He became
a very adept lover, learned to fuck me but was primarily a bottom. He was
very clear about loving my cock stuffed up inside his ass and we
experienced more than one marathon, similar to our first one, over the
years. He managed to have a few boyfriends that he stayed with for a while
but never brought any of them home with me, preferring to spend his sexual
energy with me. I didn't complain. He was cute, personable and adored
me. By the time he was eighteen, his cock had finished its' growth, topping
out at almost 7 inches. He worked out regularly and developed a body that
looked great in a Speedo and even better out of one.  He eventually moved
to Florida, has a lover that he's been with for a couple of years and still
returns to the islands at least once a year. And we fuck, including his
partner in the mix. His partner's a nice guy, but he doesn't hold a candle
to Kekoa.