Date: Mon, 3 Oct 2016 01:24:38 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Player VIII

We were sitting and talking, one of those adult kid mentor sort of things,
a little gig that I did when I had free time and eased my conscience about
helping society and all that... shit.  I saw Keone once a week for an hour
or so, depending on his schedule as well as mine, and some times we managed
to get together for a soda or even just a phone call.

Keone was a pretty neat kid but had difficulty staying focused on positive
activities and thus out of trouble. It wasn't that he was a bad kid and it
wasn't as though the trouble he got into was serious enough to actually
earn him a probation officer but it was interfering with school and, as I
said, being engaged in positive activities such as sports or even BMX
biking.

At any rate we had met up at an Internet café sort of business and were
sitting outside at a small table waiting for a computer station to open
up. He was dressed in a pair of bright yellow sports shorts, the kind of
loose fitting things that other fifteen year olds seem to favor. He was
wearing a t-shirt with 16=license standing out in bold white on the black
shirt, a driver's license being the first thing he promised to do on that
magic birthday that was looming a few months away.

About five foot nine inches, Keone was slender, verging on skinny. A mix of
Hawaiian, Portagee, and some Asian blood he was like many local boys, dark
brown skin, pitch black hair and dark eyes. Unlike most boys his age and of
his ethnicity, he was fairly hairy. His slender legs sported a fair amount
of hair and he seemed quite proud of the little bush of hairs on his upper
lip and the center of his chin. I teased him gently on the latter, pulling
on the few long hairs that seemed out of place on his face.

As always, Keone rocked back in his chair, using one foot to do so, and his
other foot resting on the rung that provided support between the two front
legs. The way he was sitting allowed the leg of his shorts to open up,
giving an observer a look quite far up his leg and of course my eye was
drawn there during those moments when the boy was looking somewhere else
other than me when as he talked. At first I paid no attention but then he
moved slightly and I could see all the way up. It appeared as though he was
wearing black underwear, briefs or boxer briefs because I did detect a
certain amount of bulging that wouldn't be seen if he were wearing boxers.

I gave it little thought along with casual glances when I figured I could
get away with it and very quickly discovered that the black I was seeing
was his thick patch of pubic hair because I could very clearly see his cock
as it rested on the base of his balls. Like his skin color, his teenage
cock was brown, the head sort of a lighter color, not quite pink but
pink-ish. Clearly he was cut and the three to four inch piece of flesh
curved to the right of his body.

We continued to chat and he continued to leave his foot where it was,
although he tended to move the knee back and forth, alternately blocking my
view and giving me a full view of his wares. Although small while in
repose, I imagined that his dick would top out about six inches or so hard,
relying on my past experience with cocks, which was considerable.

At one point as I was sneaking a peek, when I pulled my eyes away I thought
I saw Keone's eyes shift quickly away from my face, as though he didn't
want me to know he was looking at me. As we continued to talk however, I
got the feeling that he was purposely looking at almost anything but me in
order for me to spend more time looking at his dick and in keeping with
that goal, he left his legs wide open.

The view was really quite nice although still blocked by the way the cloth
fell. I could clearly see his cock, parts of his dense pubic thatch and
part of his balls, which also appeared to be furry. At one point he let his
head fall back and pulled his cap down until the bill was almost covering
his mouth as though he were napping. He was still maintaining a
conversation however and at once he actually put his hand onto his crotch
as if to scratch it, like all males do. When his hand went back to cross
with his other arm across his chest I could see that the little brown
sausage had moved some and seemed to be lengthening a little bit.  Our chat
soon came to an end, the café worker calling his name because a station
had become available. We shook hands and parted, with the vow of meeting
the following week unless he called me before then.

Keone ended up calling me three days later and I met him at a local park,
one that was closer to his home. He was wearing an almost identical pair of
shorts only these were white with a Nike logo on the leg. Keone elected to
lay on the grass at my feet while I sat on a bench, his dark ball cap
situation so that his eyes were totally covered. He was lying not quite
perpendicular to the bench, and thus myself and after a few moments he
placed his feet flat on the ground. Needless to say the leg holes were
pretty much wide open and from where I sat, I had a clear view of all of
his plumbing and the white material only provided a better contrast.

This time I was looking up the opposite leg so the pink head of his cock
was facing me, where the last time it had faced away from me. This time
too, because he was lying flat and I was sort of looking downward, his
balls were in clear view as well, medium sized eggs inside their somewhat
hairy sac. He talked about nothing in particular, his voice slowly fading
and when I spoke back to him and he didn't respond, I determined that he'd
drifted off or at least appeared to have. Unusual? No, not really. It had
happened before and when it did I let the boy sleep until it was time for
me to go. He would apologize and I would tell him it was okay, growing boys
needed their rest.

This time, he absently reached to scratch his inner thigh and in the
process pulled the leg cloth toward him and practically exposing him
totally. I actually looked around to make sure that no one else was close
enough to see him. I couldn't help but stare, admiring the juvenile organs
at rest in front of me. And then he did a strange thing. He pushed a hand
down under the waistband of the shorts and pushed his fingers into his
pubic hair the moved downward and allowed his hand to grasp onto the
softened cock and stroke it a few times as though he were pulling taffy or
something. I could see the entire thing since the pant leg was pushed
almost all the way up.

He pulled his hand back and let it rest on his lower belly, still under the
waistband, the fingers still in his curly nest of hair. I watched as his
cock began to thicken and lengthen, slowly stretching out and no longer
curved. It is something to watch, a boy's cock growing into a hardened
piece of flesh as it got ready for its secondary function. His dick
continued to grow until it was pointing more toward his waist, although the
shorts were in the way so it was more sideways. As I had guessed, it was
about six inches long, it's girth of a medium range, one that would fit
well in either my mouth or my asshole. No sooner had it grown than it began
to soften and within three or four minutes it had returned to it's default
state, resting in Keone's balls, the head poking his inner thigh.

I turned and faced another direction so that when he woke up he wouldn't
think I'd sad there all that time looking at his exposed body. I finally
heard his voice,

"Damn, I fell asleep again, I'm sorry D.

"Not to worry Keone," I said turning to face him. A small part of him was
still showing so I took the chance to tell him.

"Umm, ya know, with that type of shorts Keone you should probably wear
underwear. For a little while there some of your stuff was peeking out." He
looked down then casually readjusted the leg of the pants.

"Well, it's just us guys. Besides, I'm sure you've seen guys dicks before."
He looked me in the eyes as he said it so I merely nodded.

"That's true and I guess if it doesn't bother you it won't bother me. I
suppose if someone had come over I would have done something about it like
pulling the leg down or something."

"Why didn't you anyway?" he asked, a slight smile playing across perfect
lips.

"Didn't think it was necessary and besides, what would you have thought if
you'd woke up and there I was pulling on your clothes like that?"

"I wouldn't have thought nothing, wouldn't have cared. We're friends, its
no big deal." We ended up leaving the conversation at that although I was
having some second thoughts about the boy's words. I've been approached by
boys before and this was bearing the marks of such behavior.

That night I got a phone call from Travis, the cute young thirteen year old
that frequented the strip. He said he'd been kicked out of his mother's
house again and could he spend the night.

"Ya know I wouldn't ask but it's spose to rain and finding a place to stay
might be kinda a problem." I told him it was no problem for me, asked him
where he was and ten minutes later he was sliding into the front seat of my
car. When I told him I hadn't seen the boy for a month or so he proceeded
to bring me up to speed on what had been going on in his life, which wasn't
a whole hell of a lot.

Back at my place, we deposited shoes at the front door and I asked the boy
what he needed to do.

"Shower, wash your clothes, swim, eat, whatever you need to do Travis."

"Well, I feel kinda sticky so a shower would be great but a swim would be
more fun. My clothes need washing too and maybe we can eat something after
we swim." I told him that was fine and we headed toward the lanai, peeling
shirts off as we went. Outside by the washing machine, we both stripped and
tossed our clothes in to wash. Since we'd seen each other naked before,
there wasn't any taking our time or trying to hide our bodies from each
other and when he was finally naked I looked his tight young body over.

"Looks like you've grown some Travis," I said, looking straight at his
cock. Indeed the boy had grown, his young cock maybe an inch or so bigger
that it had been when we'd had sex six months before. His balls had grown
as well and the tidy little patch of dark brown pubes at the base of his
pride and joy seemed thicker and maybe spread out a little more. He was
definitely a growing boy.

He smiled and said thanks then ran to the pool and dove in. I got the
laundry going and followed his lead surfacing on the other side next to
him.

"Man that feels so good," he exclaimed then pushed off and headed for the
diving board, where he practiced a few cannonballs. I enjoyed watching
Travis play, suspecting that he didn't play as much as he should for boy
his age. We finally got out of the water and, pulling a couple towels from
the outside cupboard, began the drying off process then went inside to the
kitchen. There, I pulled some cold cuts and cheese from the fridge and we
ate, making small talk. That finished I asked for his towel and took them
both outside, tossed them into the dryer with his other clothes and went
back inside. Travis was finishing straightening up the kitchen so I asked
him what he wanted to do. He came right up to me, and melted into my arms.

"Remember when I told you I wanted you to be my first, to be the one that I
gave myself to the first time?" I nodded my head.  "It's time for that
D. I'm ready for you and I want you. Now, tonight." I knew better than to
ask the boy if he was sure. I knew Travis and if he said he was ready then
he was and my asking would not only be treating him like a little kid it
would spoil the moment for him. I pushed him gently away from me, bent down
and scooped him up into my arms, discovering that he was light as a
feather. He put his arms around my neck and looked into my eyes as he
giggled a little bit.

"Well then my sweet boy, let's go do just that." I walked into my bedroom
and set him gently on the bed and lay down next to him. We looked at each
other from a foot away, my hand on his hip and side while his went straight
for my dick, which had grown to its full length.  I placed my top leg so
the foot was flat on the bed to allowing the boy access to my stuff and his
hand got busy exploring me, cupping my balls, stroking my shaft.

I, on the other hand, leaned down and began kissing him, tenderly at first
and then with increasing passion. I moved my hand between his legs and he
spread them wide, opening up his boyhood charms for me. I trailed my
fingers lightly up his inner thigh then grazed across his balls and down
the other thigh. On my return trip I stayed with his sperm makers, my
fingers touching him delicately all over his bag and down toward his
asshole. Travis was breathing deeply making soft mewing sounds as I moved
all over the area, up in the sensitive crease between thigh and pubic bone,
back down along the sensitive sac and underneath. His head was turned
sideways so I kissed in the soft crease of his neck, nibbled on his ear and
suckled it, breathing warm air inside.

I finally cupped his balls with some firmness.

"Your balls are so soft Travis," I whispered in his ear and felt him shiver
as I moved to his rigid cock and stroked it, gripping the shaft
firmly. Because I was practically covering his body, the boy couldn't get
his hands to my cock or balls so simply lay back and let me work on him
allowing the feelings to rip through his slim body causing moans, groans,
shivers, and various other sounds of pleasure.

I knew that I had to have the boy as hot as I could possibly get him before
I shoved my fat cock inside his smaller, virginal body. It was going to
hurt him, of that there was no doubt but the hotter he was, the more
focused he would be on the pleasure which would override some of the
pain. I reached up and grabbed the bottle of lube that I keep in my
headboard then moved south where I took the rampant teen cock into my mouth
and suckled it, tasting the sweet young boy precum.

I didn't stay there long for my own desires were raging through my body. I
longed to be inside of him, my cock buried to my smooth shaved balls, deep
inside his tight body but I could not and would not allow my own desires to
overshadow the needs of the young teen under my care. His overall needs and
comfort were more important than mine. I was to be his first lover and it
was important to both of us that it be something for him to remember with
fondness the rest of his life.

I managed to open the bottle then removed my mouth from the rigid piece of
flesh, replacing it with a small amount of lube. I moved back up to lay
along side Travis while my hand sought out the gooey head of his cock and
squeezed on it while twisting my hand like I was unscrewing a bottle
cap. The boy's body went rigid and he gasped loudly and his entire face
registered shock as totally new and fully intense feelings emanated from
his groin and spread through his entire body. That last lasted only seconds
before his body went limp, his head rolled to one side and he moaned out
loudly.

"Oooohhhhhh goooooooood," he groaned as I slid off the head and massaged
the slippery pole, going back up over the head before returning the
shaft. About every third trip my hand went further south and massaged his
balls, getting them as lubed and gooey as the rest of his boyhood. Our
faces were only inches apart and I watched in wonder as various emotions
played across his smooth clear face and his eyes became heavy as lustiness
took over his body and the heat of sex took over. I stopped and poured more
lube onto his cock, spread it around a little bit, then went back to what I
was doing only I added his asshole to my attention list.

I got my middle finger lubed and as I went down to his balls, that slippery
finger found its way quickly to his core and slipped inside for just a
moment before leaving along with the hand to pay some attention to his
cock.  He spread his legs wider to give me better access to him and his
outside hand went down alongside his body to pull open that butt cheek so
went I went back for the second visit he was open and ready for me. I
slipped my finger inside of him to the first knuckle and left it there,
rotating the finger around the inside perimeter of the muscle a few times
before leaving it, massaging his balls then heading for the shaft again and
stroking it along with the sensitive swollen head.

Travis was moaning, his body writhing on the bed as I continued moving from
one hot spot to another. I finally left my finger fully inside of him for
just a moment before I started fucking him with it and at the same time
planting my lips firmly on his. Travis opened his mouth wide, pressing his
lips against mine in a kiss that could best described as crushing. His
tongue went wild inside of my mouth, seeking my own tongue and battling
roughly with it. I could hear his breathing, that of a bellows, and his
grunts as I pushed my finger as far inside of him as I could go, finding
his little prostate and rubbing against it. Ever so gently I inserted
another finger and pushed into him, stretching his tight virgin hole wider
than it had ever been. I slowly began fucking him with both fingers,
wiggling them around inside the tight confines of his bowels. I could feel
the precum almost flowing out of my cock as it pressed against his hip and
I pressed into him, mashing my turgid flesh between us and letting him know
that my need was almost as strong as his own.

"Oh god D, put your cock in me," he said as he broke the kiss. "I want you
to go inside me right now before I cum all over the place." His voice was
husky, his entire boys body desperate to complete the act that he'd waited
so long for. I slipped my fingers out of his ass, grabbed the lube and
poured some on my cock head that slimed the entire shaft. I rose to knees
and moved between his pulled back legs and with one hand helping to keep
his legs back, and the other on my swollen fat cock, I guided my cock head
to the target. Once my flesh touched his I pressed inward until I finally
slipped past his tight rim of muscle, the head disappearing inside the boy.

Travis' eyes opened wide as the shock of the invasion and the pain
registered on his serotonin and adrenaline ravaged brain. I immediately
grasped onto his stiff cock and stroked him both to take his mind off the
pain as well as bring him pleasure and hopefully get his heat level
restored.

"Okay," he finally breathed out, "go all the way inside me." Holding the
boy's legs back, I watched, mesmerized as always, as inch after fleshy inch
of my shaft slowly slipped into the tight confines of his hole, spreading
the muscle farther that it had ever been stretched and bringing the Travis
the pleasure pain of being impaled. I moved slowly and gently until my
pubic thatch was against his pale flesh and immediately began an equally
slow retreat until half of me was back outside then started my return. For
the first few strokes I kept my eyes on the target, watching as the very
rim of his hole moved in and out in conjunction with my motion. As soon as
I felt Travis' breath begin rising again and knew that pleasure was winning
the race against pain I began moving a little faster and pulling out almost
until the swollen head of my cock appeared. Our eyes met as I began pushing
back inside of him, my pelvis hitting his butt with force, my cock hitting
bottom inside his. He tried to smile, and succeeded for a moment but it
seemed that each time I drove into him was almost like a new surprise so
the expression on his face a mixture of all the emotions that were roaring
through the slender young teenage body.

"Oh fuck D," he managed to mumble out. "Oh," "uhn," and other similar
sounds came from his mouth as I began moving into him with more force, my
balls beginning to whack against him, a soft smacking sound coming from our
two bodies as they met each time I went deep inside him. I reached down and
held onto the boy's rock hard cock, still slippery from the lube. I didn't
move my hand but allowed my fucking him to moved the cock in and out of my
hand in the jacking motion. That took the boy over the edge.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck oh fuck," he said rapidly and I felt his asshole tighten
as his cock thickened in my hand. I moved off the head and stroke the rigid
shaft as I fucked him faster and harder. The first shot of sperm landed at
his neck, the next few landed below that and I noted that Travis was making
a lot more boy cream than the last time I'd witnessed his sperming. Travis'
orgasm took me to the edge but not over it so as soon as the cum stopped
flowing from his spout I put both hands behind his knees, pushed him back
and drove into him with force, ramming my thick cock into his tight
recess. That took me to clouds and rain. I groaned loudly as my balls gave
up their life producing liquid, my thickened shaft depositing it inside the
cute young boy's bowels in squirt after massive squirt. I would reflect
later that it was one of the best orgasms that I could remember.

Things slowly died down and I stopped movement. I looked down at Travis and
saw tears in his eyes and a single silver drop running down his cheek.

"What's wrong Travis, did I hurt you?" I asked, alarmed. He smile and shook
his head.

"No D, it was great, I'm just so, so happy right now. You are so awesome a
lover that I can't imagine ever having some else be as kind and gently with
me as you are." He reached up to touch me so I slowly lowered my body so
that he could put his arms around my neck. I continued downward and we
kissed, a slow tender moment for both of us.

"I love you so much," he said when we stopped. "I would love to be with you
forever D. I know it's not gonna happen but I can wish, can't I?"

"Yes baby boy, you can, and that's okay. But even if you can't be with me
forever you can certainly be with me as much as we can both make time
for. You're a fantastic boy Travis. I'm very proud to know you and be your
friend and I am so honored that you feel the way you do about me. I love
you too sweet boy."

I lay there atop him for a while, my weight held away from him and we just
sort of held on to each other. I finally moved back to my knees, telling
Travis to hold on to my neck so when I made it to where I wanted to go, the
boy was sitting on my lap, my cock still hard, and lodged firmly inside of
him, keeping us connected. Travis smiled at me, kissed my lips, then
wiggled his butt a little bit.

"That feels weird D, but it feels good having your cock in me like this. I
feel sort of special some how. Did I do okay for my first time being fucked
D, was I okay for you?"

"You were perfect Travis, you did great. I hope I was okay for you baby
boy." I said softly to him.

"Oh ya D, it was everything I dreamed of. You were perfect and it didn't
hurt nearly as much as I thought it would either. You're the best lover D
and I'm so glad that I waited and that you were my first one."  He hugged
me fiercely, his warm tight body feeling so good against me. I rubbed his
back and down onto the glorious firm orbs of his boy-ish butt, moving even
further down to feel where my flesh entered his and gently exploring the
area. I had not lost much, if any, of my erection and was as firmly lodged
inside of the boy as when I first bottomed out inside of him. I exerted a
little pressure on his butt and he moved it forward, then backwards in a
humping grind motion. His eyes opened wider as he did it because I knew
that it was hitting different spots inside his body. He did stop there but
began moving against me in earnest and it wasn't long before his breathing
became more ragged as his heat level rose.

"Mmmmm," he moaned, his eyes closed and his arms draped loosely over my
shoulders. I held onto his ass and helped encourage the motion while I
kneaded the firm cheeks. The feelings were intense for me as well, my cock
being forced into different angles and thus different pressures against the
walls of his bowels. It didn't take long before I was moving against
Travis' slim body, both of us reaching the heat level conducive to
sperming. I reached over and grabbed the lube, stopped the boy for a
moment, slathered his rock hard boy cock with the stuff then pulled him
back into me and returned to the bump and grind. His cock was pressing into
my flat lower belly and the lube created a great deal of slippery friction
for him.

"Oh fuck that's awesome D," he panted, small beads of sweat showing like
silver dots on his forehead as we both came closer to release. And then, we
were both there. He began moving his much faster, fucking his tight asshole
onto my cock, moving his butt in circles, sideways, up and down as he
ground too and fro.

"Oooohhhhhh fuuuuuuuck" we finally groaned out together as I unleashed
another quality load of sperm inside of him and his own sperm squirted out
between our lubed and sweaty bodies. To say that it was incredible would be
a gross understatement.  Travis crammed his lips against mine as our climax
died away and kissed me with a passion that is usually more common before
the creaming while I held him tight to me and responded, my tongue battling
his in both of our mouths.  Eventually that all died away as well and the
boy simply laid his head on my shoulder. For my part however, my legs were
burning from being in that position for so long and I had to move. I told
Travis what I was going to do and with a few deft movements had my legs
resting over the edge of the bed.

"That was so incredible D. You amaze me."

"Well you surprised me Travis," I responded. "I wasn't expecting a second
round and certainly not so soon." Travis allowed as he wasn't either but
since they were there it just seemed to be the thing to do.

"Besides," he added, "It felt so fucking good." I had to agree, it had felt
great. It seemed to be a trait of mine that I didn't compare one boy to
another or one performance to another. It was like they were all great at
that moment.

"Well I think that a shower is in order, what do you say?" Travis agreed
and since my dick was finally softening I gently removed myself from him,
causing a little moan from Travis at the sudden loss.

After the shower we ate popcorn and watched a movie. Afterwards, in bed,
Travis spooned up to me and I held him while he fell asleep. I woke in the
middle of the night from what I thought was a very sexual dream to find
that Travis had manipulated me to hardness, managed to get my cock head
lubricated and had gotten the head inserted into his ass. In the dim light
I could see that he was curled into a fetal position and not quite
perpendicular to my body. He's back up to me and reached behind him to
guide my cock into his body.

"Need some help baby?" I whispered to him.

"Unhuh," was all he said. I pulled his upper body back toward me at the
same time guiding his upper leg to drape over my hip. Holding on to his
waist I held him in place as I pushed inward. When I was fully inside of
him he turned his head back around to try to kiss me. It worked in the
short term but not for long so he lay back down, snuggled into me and
placed a hand on my hip to help facilitate my fucking him. It wasn't the
greatest position but it was fun cause I could hold on to him, play with
his hard cock and balls while we fucked. We finally moved and I fucked him
in the traditional position, his legs draped across my forearms with my
hands on the bed along side of him. The position rolled his butt upward so
that I was driving down into him, getting as much depth as possible. Travis
jacked himself off and we came together, the third powerful sperming in six
hours. We fell back asleep in each others arms, not waking until almost
eight. Travis allowed as how he was a little bit sore so I had him fuck
me. Afterwards he said it was fun and all but he really liked having me
inside of him and made me promise that we would hook up for future bouts.

"I want to become a good lover to someone some day D and I know you can
teach me." That was a chore I looked forward to and in fact accomplished
over the course of the following few years. Even after Travis got involved
with another boy his age he and I continued to get together from time to
time, some of those times included his boyfriend, a really cute dark
skinned local boy.

A few days after my Travis episode I got a call from Keone asking if we
could get together. He's just had an argument with a teacher and gotten
suspended from school so asked if I could meet him. Of course I could. I
had decided to give him a little bit of his own medicine this time and see
where it got me so I wore a pair of shorts with baggy legs that came just
above my knees. I had sat in front of the mirror on my closet door trying
different positions to see which ones would offer the cute teen as good or
better view than he'd been giving me.

So I tossed the shorts on and went to pick him up out in front of a fast
stop close to the school and from there we went to a park that, although
fairly close by, was somewhat remote and not very populated. We sat on a
picnic table bench, side by side and talked for about ten minutes and I
wondered if he was going to do what he usually did. Sure enough he made a
comment about a sore back and lay on the ground in front of me. The way he
positioned himself so that I would be able to look up the leg of his shorts
and he would be able to look up mine, which I thought he may have tried to
do in the past. I crossed one leg so the ankle rested on my other knees. I
knew that would open the leg clear through till tomorrow and in a moment
when he wasn't looking, arranged myself so that my cock and balls fell to
that side of my body.  Keone on the other hand had chosen a pair of shorts
that did the same thing, and I immediately got a good view of his stuff,
almost hidden in his dark patch of hairs.

I noticed the boy stealing glances so pretended to look off in the distance
while I talked, still being able to see him from the corner of my eye. The
first thing I saw was his mouth open wide then snap shut. The second thing
he did was immediately readjust his own cock. I turned my head slowly in
order to allow him to turn his head away and when my eyes were finally
facing him he had pulled the hat over his eyes. Glancing down I saw that he
was fully hard, his young six inches of boy flesh looking right at me. I
felt my own cock stir at the sight of the missile, the furry balls hanging
so nicely underneath it. I coughed and leaned back against the table,
ostensibly looking at the sky but giving the boy an opportunity to look at
me again and see that I too was responding to the situation. That he looked
was soon confirmed.

"Umm, gosh D you aren't wearing any underwear." I told him his call caught
me off guard and I just threw on what I was wearing. He seemed to
acknowledge that.

"Umm, it looks like you're like, getting a woody."

"That's probably from seeing that you're full on hard too Keone," I said,
finally looking at him and pointedly looking up the pant leg. He
automatically clutched himself then let go.

"Ya, well, I guess seeing yours is what made mine come awake. Jeez D it
looks huge." There was a statement I was used to hearing and I told him he
didn't look so small himself. He got up, looked around then sat on the
bench next to me only straddling it the front of the shorts protruding
visibly. I turned to face him, doing the same thing.

"So what should we do about it D, having hard cocks I mean." He continued
to fondle himself while alternating his look between my face and my crotch,
the front of my shorts sticking out as well. I shrugged my shoulders and
put the question back on the boy. Keone looked around, obviously making
sure we were alone then pulled the leg of his shorts all the way up and
hauling out his swollen cock and balls. It looked very edible as he slowly
stroked it. Without a word I did the same, allowing seven inches of rock
hard man cock out for air.

"Damn that's pretty big D," he commented as I slowly did what he was doing,
stroking myself. I told him his looked okay to me too. We sat there a few
moments watching each other as we gently made love to ourselves. Almost at
the same time we moved the cloth farther to the side to allow access to our
bags and began squeezing them while we stroked.

"How come your balls don't have hair on em?  Mine are like tennis balls
they got so much fuzz."

"I shave em Keone, same with my pubes. I try to keep things nice and tidy."
He wanted to know why I would do that and I told him that I liked how they
felt that way and others I'd been with did too. I didn't say I was gay and
he didn't really ask, assuming I guessed that I meant women.

"Can I feel em?" I nodded my head and moved my hand the stood up a little
bit so that the bag swung free.

"Wow that feels way cool, so smooth and soft and stuff," he said as he
fondled and hefted my sac. "Mine feel much more rough, wanna feel em?" Oh
hell no, not me.

"Sure," I told him and he stood up slightly and pulled the cloth away for
me. I hefted and felt his fuzzy balls causing him to moan slightly and
since he seemed to be enjoying it I didn't see any reason to stop. I
glanced around to make sure we weren't being watched as I moved my other
hand to his rigid boy cock and began stroking it.

"Oh fuck D that feels good." I only kept it up for a moment and when I
stopped Keone sat down. His eyes were beginning to shut, the feelings of
teenage lust were probably tearing his insides up and I knew that at that
moment I could probably get him to do anything I wanted.

"Have you ever like, sucked a guy before?" he asked me quietly as he went
back to loving himself. I nodded my head and he asked what it was like. I
told him it was pretty great, both doing it and having it done. He was
quiet a moment then said, "I'll do yours if you'll do mine."

"Who's going first?" I asked. As an answer he moved back a little bit, put
his cock back inside his shorts and leaned down between my legs. I held my
cock for him and simply took the entire head into his mouth in one swoop
and began bobbing his head up and down on me. I heard a car door slam up in
the parking lot and pulled away from him.

"Looks like we don't have the place to ourselves any more," I said.

"Is there some place else we can go D? Can we go to your house or
something? I'm so fucking hot. I really wanna keep sucking on your
cock. Please D can we go somewhere?" I nodded my head and stood up, Keone
following my lead. We both pulled our t-shirts down to cover what would be
obvious to anyone who saw us and headed to my car. Fifteen minutes later we
walked through the front door to my house. I really wanted to do the boy
but I had no idea when the last time he had showered had been. I like my
boys clean, non sweaty and since it was just after ten so the chances were
it had been at least three hours since the boy had washed. That wasn't too
bad really but still, I had intentions of going where no man or boy had
probably gone and I wanted the road to be cleared of any debris.

"Look Keone. I feel a little sticky. Wanna take a shower with me?" He
smiled and nodded his head and followed me into my bedroom. It only took a
moment for us both to strip and of course being a teen age boy, Keone was
hard as stone, his cock sticking out from his slender body, it's base
seeming to grow out of a thick nest of black hair. Emboldened by the past
half hour he stepped right up to me and grasped onto my softened cock and
squeezed it.

"I never felt another guys' dick before. It feels kinda strange to me." He
moved up to the tip then back down to the base and when he felt me thicken
in his hand he kept up what he was doing. What could I do but reach out and
do the same to him, eliciting an immediate groan.

"How about that shower Keone?" I asked him and he smiled sheepishly and
said,

"Sorry. It's just that I'm so fucking hot, ya know?" Indeed I did know.

Inside the shower I washed him from head to toe and when I cleaned out his
asshole for him he almost fainted. Once he was rinsed I got to my knees in
front of him and took his cock into my mouth. I held onto the shaft while I
suckled him, slowly stroking along with my mouth action.

"Fuck D I'm gonna cum oh fuck stop." I did as he asked and stood
up. Without a word Keone squirted soap into his hand and proceed to clean
me down as effectively as I had cleaned him. He didn't hesitate when it
came to my asshole, the only difference was that I pulled open a cheek to
give him better access.

"That feels weird, your hole I mean. Kinda rough like." I agreed with
him. "It sure felt good to me when you washed me there though."

"Wait till I put my tongue in there," I told him.

"No way. You don't really do ya?" I nodded my head and told him he'd never
believe how good it felt but for now lets get out of here and go to my
bed. He smiled hugely. I hung the towels up while he went into my room and
it was there I found him, sitting on the edge of the bed. I went up to him
and placed one foot on the bed next to his hip which effectively placed my
big fat hard cock practically in his face. He looked up at me, smiled then
bent to the task, griping my shaft and holding it while he placed his mouth
over the head. He stroked and sucked, licked and slurped. He took it out of
his mouth and rubbed it along side his face as though it were the softest
of fur, his breathing ragged. He went back to it quickly, sucking with even
more intensity than before. I rubbed my hands though his medium length
black hair, tweaked his ears and rubbed on his neck.

Keone took to sucking cock like a veteran but like all novices his mouth
got sore, which is no wonder considering the girth of my cock. I put my
foot on the floor and dropped to my knees between his. I pulled his shaft
down and licked all over the pink-ish head, cleaning off the Hawaiian
precum that was almost running out of the slit before taking the head into
my mouth. I moved my head up and down just enough to work the swollen
teenage cock head causing Keone to moan loudly. I didn't want him to cum
quite yet so stopped and went to work of the furry boy bag that hung
between his smooth thighs. I pushed the eggs around with my tongue and
lips, licking all over the wrinkled surface and the soft crease of his
thigh and pelvis. I reached up and pushed his chest, making him fall
backwards, then pushed his legs up and out of the way and began licking at
the soft underside of his nuts, licking up and down on the seam of
flesh. His hole was barely visible, a tight wrinkled brown skinned muscle
and I licked down to it, tasting the virgin orifice for the first time.

The position wasn't comfortable for me so with my body and a few words I
got Keone to roll to his belly. I peeled the dusky orbs of his butt apart
and went straight to work, shoving my tongue into his core and licking all
around it. He was fairly hairy and I usually don't care for that but he was
clean and that was all that mattered. The groans got louder as I worked
down to the underside of his ball sac and back up again returning to his
tight hole. I fucking loved rimming teenage boys and Keone was no
different. He was also no different in the length of time it took to get
him to the sperming stage.

As he wiggled away from me and began rolling over he groaned out, "I gotta
cum D, fuck I gotta cum oh man please." I crawled up next to him, grasped
onto the pulsing hunk of flesh between his legs and began stroking it. Ten
seconds later he groaned, his cock thickened in my hand and his whole body
went rigid for a moment before cock head erupted in a half dozen creamy
jets of warm boy sperm that landed all over his heaving torso.

I continued to stroke him until the hose slowed to a leak, thick globs of
cum oozing out the slit and slowly drooling down over my fingers. I finally
let go and rubbed on his balls, smearing his cum all over the bag that it
originated from then lay down beside him, propped on an elbow, and watched
as his body returned to normal. He finally had the energy to speak and
informed me that had been the most intense cum he had ever had in his life
and I told him it was my pleasure to have been able to help create that for
him. I rolled off the bed and got a washcloth and cleaned him up, and task
that required and additional rinsing of the cloth.

When I finally finished Keone was insistent that I cum as well so went to
work and eventually got what he was after. We showered again and for the
second round I had the boy fuck me. It was a traditional scene with me on
my back which was fine cause I loved watching a boy losing his virginity,
seeing the intense play of emotion that crosses his face. Keone was no
different in that respect and since he'd just cum he was able to stay
longer, actually driving his hard young cock into me for a good fifteen
minutes before he finally released his second discharge.

He'd wondered what if felt like having something up his ass but wasn't
willing to let me fuck him, nor would he rim me or kiss. Mostly I thought,
he was a horny teenage boy who liked girls but was willing to forgo that
for an afternoon of male sex. In the interest of his asshole however, he
did let me finger fuck him with a lubed finger and I brought off his third
sperming while massaging his prostate and jacking him off. That was the
only time that Keone and I had sex and in the subsequent three months of
visits with him, I noticed that he wore underwear under whatever type of
shorts he was wearing at the time. He never mentioned the episode nor did I
bring it up until our last session where he told me that he'd planned it,
that he had skipped school and not gotten suspended which is why he was at
the store and had not gotten picked up by a parent.

"I wanted to find out what it was like D," he told me, "being with a guy I
mean. I saw you looking that first day so I figured you would be open to
messing around a little. It was great D and I'll never ever forget it but I
really do like girls and now I know for sure that's what I want." I was
totally surprised after he gave me a huge hug when he kissed me on the
lips. "I still got your number, I'll call if I need too." And that was the
last I saw of him until some years later when I ran across he and a girl in
Wal-mart. He introduced her as his partner, the baby boy she was holding
was Keone's son. He'd named the boy Derrick.