Date: Thu, 23 Oct 2014 00:03:41 -0700
From: garystratford@yahoo.com
Subject: Part 3 - Together After the Fair - Emotions and Sharing

Together after the Fair
[Part 3 - Together After the Fair - Emotions and Sharing]

****

Stepping into that minefield known as life takes courage.  Allowing someone
to get close to you emotionally is even more courageous.  After all, no one
likes to get hurt, but at some time we all must take that chance.  If you
knew nothing bad would ever happen, knew you could never be hurt what would
you do differently in your life?  Since life contains risks and human
relationships have the potential to be wonderful and or dangerous with ever
turn, most people never have the courage to truly open their heart to
another human being.

For those of you lucky enough to have ever enjoyed being in love, I
congratulate you.  For those of you who have ever been lucky enough to
receive the true love of a teenage boy like Greg, well then consider
yourself rare.  For I consider myself lucky beyond any level of reason.
However, I am terrified of what it means to say 'I Love You' again after so
many years, but to hear someone sincerely say it back to me makes me wonder
if I have indeed died and gone to heaven.

Please let me know what you think (garystratford@yahoo.com).  Greg is a
wonderful boy/young man and he seems to enjoy my company.

This story depicts the sexual activity between an adult male and a teenage
boy.  If you aren't supposed to be reading this type of story, then stop.
Otherwise enjoy what you read.

Gary - older male [45]
Greg - teenage boy [14]

*****

...My spent cock pulled free of his gripping boyhole as I pushed back off
of Greg and rolled exhausted to his side.  I was flat on my back.  Greg
reached across me with his right hand and grabbed my right hand and tugged
at me as he rolled onto his left side.  He pulled me up against him and I
spooned up tight, his well fucked gooey hole rubbing against my thigh, my
arm draped over his midsection, I nuzzled at his neck and then scrunched up
over him a little so my head was slightly above his on the pillow.

"Thanks for wanting to be with me and willing to take a chance on loving
me."  Greg said in his changing voice.

"You're welcome, my stud muffin.  Thanks for accepting all that I can
offer."  I replied.

Greg was solidly asleep, his breathing very rhythmic, but he held my arm
tightly against his body. He was firmly pressed up against me, he the
little spoon, me the big spoon.

As I drifted off to sleep, I kept wondering what was so different with this
boy that I actually had willingly given my heart to him?  What had he
awakened in me that enabled me to focus my emotions in his direction?  As
long as he was willing, I would be there to love him back.

***** Part 3 - Emotions and Sharing

Off in the distance I heard the clink, clunk of glass and metal.  Not too
loud, but noticeable.  Someone was humming and moving about.

My eyes opened and I realized I was alone in bed, I looked at the clock by
the bed.  It was 7:30 p.m.  Was it all a dream?  Nope, felt the wet spots
and when I inhaled deeply I could smell Greg's scent everywhere in the
room.  Definitely not a dream, but where was he?

I then heard a timer chime and some more noise from outside the bedroom
door and heard someone walking towards the bedroom.  Sure enough, Greg
opened the door and smiled at me.  I smiled back.  He was dressed in some
loose fitting shorts, no top and was barefoot.  It was just a little cool
in the cabin as evidenced by his very firm nipples.

"Hungry, big guy?"  He asked.

"Now that I think about it, yes."  I responded.

"Great, I found some frozen pizzas and popped one in the oven and it just
finished cooking."  He stated and then added, "Popped open a beer for you
as well."

"MMMM, yummy.  Sounds tasty, especially after that workout."  I said and he
smiled and blushed mightily.

I got out of bed, yawned and stretched.  Greg whistled and said "Well
howdy, mister.  My man is one sexy dude all nude and such.  MMM, yeah."
Now it was my turn to blush as I swished my hips to and fro and preened for
my sexy teen stud's pleasure.  Greg whistled again and said, "Nice, very
nice indeed."

I retrieved my sweat pants and t-shirt and put them on as I followed Greg
back into the kitchen.  'Man oh man, boy, even in those baggy shorts I can
see that delicious tight ass I love so much.'  I thought to myself and let
out a sexy whistle of my own.  "Talk about sexy, I love the view of that
butt."  I said and he swished his behind for me to perv on further.

I sat down and Greg was within arms reach, so I grabbed hold of him and
plopped his squirming body into my lap, where I proceeded to kiss him, hug
him and hold onto him for a few seconds.  "Later, hungry, need sustenance."
He said and squirmed free.

He served up the pizza and brought me a plate with a few slices and the
glass of beer.  He set the plate on the table and then took a swig of my
beer, winked at me and then handed me the glass as he licked his lips.  I
chuckled.

Greg joined me at the table with his plate and a glass of milk.  He reached
out and grabbed my hand and held it as he actually bowed his head in prayer
and I paused as well and was taken aback when he ended by including me
coming into his life as part of the thanks giving.

We chatted and ate and then Greg got up to get some more pizza.  He came
back to the table and when he sat down he reached out a hand and gripped
mine firmly again.  Instead of a prayer, he looked at me and said, "Gary,
um, I hope I have not pressured you into promising me something you would
rather not have promised."

I looked back at him and wriggled my hand until I was able to thread my
fingers with his and our palms touched.  I held tightly as I looked him in
the eyes and said "No pressure, just a little surprised that you felt that
way.  I wish it was easier for me to say, but you make me feel great and if
there is any way we can make this work between us, then I am willing to put
forth the effort to make it successful."  I responded.

"Awesome!  So, can I consider you my boyfriend and that we are officially
dating?"  He asked.

I nodded.  "Certainly, but remember, only the two of us can know for the
time being."  I countered.

He nodded.  "I know, I don't like that limitation, but for you I will
accept it and honor it."

I chuckled, "Well, think about that when you are able to vote.  You and
your friends need to spearhead the changes we need to have in this world.
Changes that would enable our relationship to be as common and accepted as
any other."

He nodded his head.  "Yeah, seems like folks just don't get it.  Seems like
it should not be anyone else's business."

I nodded, but countered, "True, but laws are put in place to protect
people."

He huffed a little.  "Humph, laws that dictate who I can love are just
wrong."  He stated and then looked at me and asked, "Didn't the same -sex
marriage law change all of that?"

I laughed a little, thinking about how mature he is.  Sadly I shook my head
as I responded, "Well, maybe it sets a framework for a relationship like
ours, but sadly even in the LGBT community our type of relationship is
often frowned upon.  Most people would conclude that you are submitting to
my use of some force to coerce or make you have sex with me.  Few people
would accept an argument that you are a willing partner in our
relationship."

"Geesh, that is totally not fair."  He stated strongly.  "It's my body,
shouldn't I get to say who can and who cannot touch it?"

I nodded, "True, but there are many things you probably know about where
you are not 'old' enough to be considered capable of making decisions like
that."  I said.

He looked at me and asked, "Okay, so when am I old enough?"

I paused, surprised he did not already know the answer.  "Well, to some
major degree, I suppose once you turn 16 it would most likely be
technically legal for our relationship to be public knowledge.  However,
there would be a lot of people who would consider that an opportunity to
'investigate' the situation to see if they could get you to state I had
forced you to do what we do and be together and that it started prior to
your becoming 16.  Your parents, as an example, would probably not be
thrilled to hear that even at 16 you are in love with a man more than twice
your age."  I continued as Greg kept shaking his head, but also nodding
that he understood, "Maybe after you turn 18 we could go public with our
relationship and then it is nobody else's business, but our own."

That did little to brighten his day.  He seemed to be a little more
frustrated.  "Damn it, I really want to shout that I am in love, really in
love for the first time, from the rooftops."  That really made me laugh.

I decided to get serious.  Greg had taken another bite of pizza and had let
go of my hand.  I looked at him and through a mouthful of pizza he mumbled
"Whafft?"

I chuckled, "Just wondering whether or not you want to change your mind
about me now that you know you cannot tell anyone for a few years that we
are an item?"  I posited the question to him.

He finished chewing, swallowed and gulped down a swallow of milk.  "Well, I
am disappointed for sure.  I guess I get it and unless you know of some
place we can run away to where we can be legally together, I can deal."  He
stated then quickly continued.  "Doesn't mean I have to like it."

"No, neither of us needs to like it and we can be together as often as
possible.  Plus, you..." I stated, pointing at him, "..need to finish high
school and make some plans going forward.  That should be your priority.
Our being together should not get in the way of that task."  I stated
firmly.

He laughed, "You sound just like my parents."

"Yes, someone has to be the mature responsible one.  However, I am stating
it as your lover and boyfriend.  You have a wonderful set of parents and I
am not trying to take their place."  I said.

He sighed and then looked at me again.  "Gary, I thought it was going to be
difficult to come out of the closet, but now I wonder if I am prepared to
do that at this time.  After all, if I cannot come fully out of the closet,
why do it at all?"

"It is your choice to tell someone you are gay, right now that is not
against the law.  However, me having sex with you is against the law.  You
can still come out to your parents, your friends and whoever you want to
share that part of your life with, but you are not obligated to let them
know you are having sex with me."  I paused and then as Greg nodded in
understanding I continued, "Of course that is one of the reasons why some
may frown upon a relationship like ours.  It is hard enough to accept
someone for being different, not within their measured account of the norm,
but heap onto that an extra-ordinary thing like an age gap where someone is
legally an adult and the other partner is 'underage' then you have more
fuel for those who think they need to sit in judgment."

'Was I telling him all of this to make him change his mind about us or was
I trying to convince myself it was okay to be his boyfriend?'  I thought to
myself.  "Am I doing the right thing?"

Greg looked at me and asked "The right thing about what?"

That startled me, "um, what?"  I asked.

"Well I thought I heard you ask "Am I doing the right thing?" it was out
loud, quiet, but not quite in a whisper.

"Oh, sorry.  I thought I was just thinking, but apparently I said it with
my out loud voice."  I responded and chuckled.

He pressed me, "So???"

"What?"  I asked.

"Are you doing the right thing and what is the right thing?  Maybe 'we'
should be consulted?"  He said waving his finger at himself and me back and
forth.

I chuckled.  "Yes, I think I am doing the right thing.  Yes, this 'WE'
thing needs to be officially a boyfriend thing."  I stated.

I got the impression that Greg had resigned himself to the fact we could
celebrate our relationship within the boundaries of safe places only.  He
did not appear to be too freaked out or bummed by the decision and if that
meant keeping our affair and relationship in the closet for now, well then
that is how it was going to be and remain.  I could live with the decision,
after all, I had spent most of my life in the closet and as for my sexual
liaisons, most of those were kept hidden from everyone not personally
involved.

"Hey Gary, let's go for a walk down to the water and about for a while
before it gets too late."  Greg suggested.

We cleaned up the dishes and put on some additional pieces of clothing.
While not winter weather and not raining, it was still cooler in the
evenings and so unadvisable to be running around barefoot and shirtless or
just in a t-shirt.  I excused myself and went into the bathroom to clean up
my butt a little and realized that one of the little anal douche sets I had
in the bathroom was out and appeared to be set up to dry after having been
used.  I wiped up with one of the wipes I have available and went to meet
Greg at the front door.

I smiled at him as I approached and noted, "So, you found my stash of
personal care items or so it seems."  I said.

He nodded.  "Yeppers.  I felt the need to, um, freshen up."  Greg said
proudly.  "You..." he said tapping his fingertip in the middle of my chest,
"certainly made a substantial deposit and while I enjoyed the transaction,
I thought I had better do something to keep from having all sorts of stuff
just running down the backs my legs."

We headed outside.  In the dim light of the evening as the sun had set and
being so far away from the light pollution of the bigger cities no one
could tell who we were, so I was extremely comforted when Greg took my arm
in his and pulled me close as we walked down towards the water.  We walked
for while and ended up standing on the semi-rocky beach at the water's
edge.  The salt air was delicious, the breeze a bit brisk, but with my fair
boy holding tight I felt so alive.

We separated a bit and carefully chased each other around not wanting to
get wet we stayed up towards the grass and taking care not to fall in the
ever increasing darkness surrounding us.  Greg's giggle and laughter, his
voice in its shifting phase made me smile.  He challenged me to keep up
with him, to catch him if I could.  After a while I sat down to relax and
Greg joined me.

We sat snuggled up close in the darkness with some moonlight to show enough
detail that we could tell each other was there.  Greg tossed a few rocks
into the water.  He is so athletic and strong, even from a sitting position
he can throw a rock a fair distance.  Kerplunk, plunk, kerplunk, plunk -
could be heard above the little sets of waves rolling in against the beach
area.

I enjoyed being close to him.  Although we had cleaned up a bit, I could
still smell his scent on me and emanating from him if we remained cuddled
close and it was intoxicating.  Yes, the body can stink, but there is
something magical about the scent a boy can give off, especially a sexually
active boy.

Greg stirred next to me and rose up on his knees, then scooted over onto my
lap facing me.  I could barely make out his handsome features in the dim
light.  He reached a cool finger towards me and traced a heart on my
forehead.  He cupped my face in his hands and pulled it towards his face.
He kissed me strongly.

I kissed him back, pulling him closer to me.  'Yes!!!!' my inner core had
accepted the fact I was falling in love with Greg.  I wanted him to know I
will be his love forever if that is what will be.  At one point he paused
in his kissing and I said, "You are so handsome."

I could tell Greg smiled at the compliment, his white teeth reflected what
little light there was surrounding us.  "You make me feel so wonderful."
He stated.

We kissed and made out for some time out there near the water.  Greg was
very receptive to my kissing and he enjoyed the sensations, I was very
aware of his erection and the effect our make out session was having on the
both of us.  I briefly thought about skinning his shorts off his sexy bod
and fucking his hot ass here in the great outdoors, but I tossed that idea
away because I knew that at some point in the future he would allow me to
do just that so I did not need to have him here and now.  I was falling
head over heels for this boy, no longer was this about conquest and the
lust factor, but making room in my heart for him.

We broke our embrace and Greg laid his head in the crook of my neck and
nuzzled against me.  He shivered slightly and cinched up in my hugging
embrace.  I rubbed his back and rocked from side to side with my boy in my
lap.  I realized the temperature was dropping and we should head indoors.

I pulled him off of me and suggested we head inside.  "Hey hot stuff, let's
go back inside for the rest of the night."

Greg liked the idea.  He also had some suggestions.  "I think I need to
shower to clean up some more.  Wanna join me and get me all squeaky clean?"
He asked.

I certainly did like that idea.  Being able to have my boy nude in slippery
suds was certainly a worthy goal.  "Sure thing.  Let's head inside."

We got up and brushed off then headed back to the cabin.  My arm draped
over Greg's shoulder with my hand alighting on his butt, then I maneuvered
my hand inside the waistband of his shorts while I caressed and gripped his
buns.  He kept his arm around my waist hugging me to his side as we walked
back to the cabin, two lovers heading back inside.

Shortly we were back inside the cabin.  I checked the wood stove and put
some more wood on the fire to chase the chill away.  Greg turned and smiled
at me.  "Thanks for holding my hand and keeping me hugged tight out there."
He said.

"You are welcome.  It felt really nice to feel you pressed up against my
side."  I responded.

Although it seemed impossible Greg's smile appeared even bigger than
before.  He seemed to enjoy being someone's special boyfriend.  This seemed
to be confirmed as he stepped towards me and with wide open arms hugged
himself to me.  I hugged him back and we swayed back and forth for a while
as we hugged each other and enjoyed the closeness.

I realized it was getting late and we did have a tight schedule tomorrow as
I did not want to rush around last minute getting Greg safely and
discretely home.  As I hugged Greg I said "How about that shower?"

Greg pulled back and looked up at me beaming that killer smile.  "Sure
thing.  I hope there is lots of hot water."  he stated.

"Oh, I am sure there is a limit to how much the system here can put out,
but if past history is any indication, I doubt the two of us could run it
cold."  I affirmed.

Greg looked up at me with a fairly wicked smile on his face and raised
eyebrows.  "Ohhh, really.  Sounds like we could have lots of fun in there
then.  However, do tell about your previous history with that shower."  He
pushed.

I laughed.  "Let's just say I have had the pleasure of hosting one or two
small parties in there.  You would have made it a far more interesting
party, but on occasion I and a few buddies have been here before and we
have showered and played together.  It is amazing what can happen when 3 or
4 grown men play grab ass in a big shower."

Greg laughed.  "Well as long as you had fun."

"Yes, but that is in the past remember?"  I said and that seemed to make
Greg feel more special.

"That is great to know."  he said as he grabbed my hand and started
dragging me to the bathroom.

We stripped off and as Greg used the toilet I started the water.  I came
over to the toilet just as he was shaking that now semi-erect teen cock of
his having just finished peeing.  I swatted him playfully on the bottom and
he yelped and laughed at me while skittering out of the way.  I started
peeing and midway through my stream he decided to get playful, snapping me
with a towel catching my bare right butt cheek square in the center.  Stung
quite a bit and made me pee on the toilet instead of in the bowl.  I yelped
and he dashed into the shower quickly, laughing all of the way.

I shook my head.  'Boys, of any age, will be boys.'  I thought.

I finished and did a quick wipe up of the toilet to clean it somewhat and
then headed into the shower.  As I alluded to this particular shower was
one of those ultra large tiled ones.  It was a pure walk-in, no curtain, no
door, just a small lip at the outer edge to keep the water flowing back
into the drain.  Definitely built for a party.  It was about the size of a
small bedroom.

The shower had three ceiling mount heads, one center rain deluge one and
two smaller ones to either side.  There are a couple of wall mounted
handheld sprayer units as well as a couple of hand hold and grab bars
strategically located along the wall.  ****Nope, no ceiling mounted fuck
swings or shackles in case you perverts were wondering.

As I said earlier, this is my buddy's cabin.  Brad and I have been friends
with benefits type buddies for many years.  Never wanted to date each
other, just friends.  He is one of those great friends to have, give you
the shirt off his back type of guys.  He likes to share what he has, not
uber wealthy, just good at managing his money and has a decent eye for
property.  **** Just a note, for those of you who enjoy adult man to man
action I may post some of the interactions I have had with Brad.  I am not
a cock worshipper by any means, but Brad is one of those guys that cock
worshippers love to find, in this case he is not overly long maybe about 7
inches tops, but the beast that swings between his legs when fully erect is
bigger around than the average guy's forearm.  I can proudly say I have
NEVER ridden it because I do not enjoy that type of pain, but have watched
a few guys step up to the challenge and whether with a lot of tears, but
certainly with a lot of patience and lube few have succeeded.  Brad
understands my attraction to younger guys, but does not share the same
level of attraction which is fine with me as I am sure (regardless of what
you read here on Nifty) no boy could ever ride Brad's cock.

As I entered the shower, Greg looked at me sheepishly.  I smiled and said
"that stung you know."

Greg kind of cringed.  "Sorry about that, didn't mean for it to hurt."

"Not a problem.  Payback may occur at some point in the future."  I
responded and laughed.

I did manage to grab hold of him and mash my body against his while kissing
him though.  He relaxed in my arms and I am sure would have surrendered to
anything I desired.  However, right now all I wanted to do was wash up and
relax.

I let go of Greg and reached for the shampoo and scooted up behind him as
he was getting his hair wet.  He was reaching for the shampoo and I pushed
his hand away.  "Let me."  I said and he nodded and stood there waiting.

I lathered up his short hair.  Massaged his scalp eliciting lots of 'mmmms'
and 'feels nice' from him.  He rinsed while I shampooed and as I was
stepping more into the spray I felt a hand on my abdomen.  Greg stopped me
and turned me around and started scrubbing my back with one of body wash
sponges.  He did a good job and it felt really nice.  He then let me rinse
my hair and back.  I stepped back out of the spray and was facing him and
smiled back at him as he smiled and beamed at me.  He twirled his finger in
the air indicating he wanted me to turn around again, so I complied and he
put a hand on my back and pushed gently urging me to bend over.  I realized
he was going to suds up and wash my ass so I complied.

Greg washed and massaged my butt, down my legs, he coaxed me to raise each
foot in turn and washed my feet then back up the insides of my legs.  He
added more body wash and started to clean my exposed ass.  He sudsed that
area up really well and the sensations were great.  He grabbed one of the
handheld sprayers and rinsed me off back there and even let the warm water
spray directly on my asshole.  Much to my surprise he applied some more
soap and massaged my asshole and actually slipped a soapy finger inside,
claiming to be cleaning me thoroughly.

He removed his finger and asked "Hey Gary, when did you notice you were
getting hair on your ass?"  He accentuated the question with his fingers
twirling in and touching my ass and the hair around it.

I shrugged and replied.  "Oh, I am not sure when it started sprouting, but
I was aware of it when I was your age.  Not too concerned about it like a
lot of you boys are today.  I have never shaved it off.  I do remember
paying more attention to the fact it is there when I was in my early
twenty's."

"I know I have some, not sure how much, but I can feel it sometimes.  You
know during a shower or when I wipe after taking a dump."  He said and
continued.  "I know lots of my friends shave down there and most of the
upper classman do as well.  I can't understand it at all."

"Me neither."  I concurred.

"I know my brother Glenn shaves, to keep it smooth for the ladies.  Or so
he says."  Greg offered.  "I am not sure if Dan or Dale, my other brothers,
shave or not.  They are older than me enough that I don't recall whether
they do or not."

"Some guys like it, some women like it, some prefer natural and others
somewhere in between."  I said.

Greg laughed a little.  I asked, "What's so funny?"

"Oh, I remember one time I asked my dad about it when I was 12.  Yeah not
too long ago, but it seems a long time ago."  He said and then continued.
"I was still bald down there and I asked my dad if he ever shaved down
there.  I have seen my dad naked, so I know he has lots of hair, more hairy
than you."  He offered and commented.  "Well, my dad asked me why I wanted
to know and I told him what Glenn had said and I was curious.  My dad
nearly choked on his coffee."

I laughed.  "Well, what was his answer."

"Oh, well it gets really funny.  My dad said that he would recommend just
being me and allowing nature to run its course."  Greg said and continued.
"That night at the dinner table my dad asked Glenn, who was 15 at the time,
if the ladies liked the smooth looking package he had prepared for them.
Let me tell ya, my mom was embarrassed and Glenn was very annoyed with me,
but he could not look my dad in the eyes it was so funny.  Glenn went on
about me blabbering his business and all, but my dad quieted him down by
asking him why he was so mad at me.  He asked Glenn - if you are doing it
for the ladies anyway, why are worried about it being advertised?"

I laughed.  "What did your brother do then?"  I asked.

"Well he asked to be excused from the table and I think my dad had a talk
with him later.  He was really mad at me though, called me a little jealous
snitch."  Greg responded and chuckled.

"What were you thinking about now?"  I asked.

He smiled broadly at me.  "Well, except for Glenn's hand, he has had no
action.  In fact, between what Sam and I have done together and what you
and I have done together, I have had a ton more real life experience than
my brother Glenn."

I am glad he was proud of that and not feeling guilty or ashamed.

Greg finished washing me, taking a lot of time to wash my pits, cock, balls
and chest.  He focused a lot of attention on my cock and balls making sure
they were squeaky clean as well.

It was my turn.  I sudsed up a body sponge and started washing him.  I
caressed his body as I slowly sudsed him.  I found out he is rather
ticklish on the soles of his feet and deep in his sparsely haired pits.  I
added more soap like he did when I got to his ass.  I know I loved playing
with his ass.  I pressed a finger inside and massaged and 'cleaned' the
ring.  I also grabbed one of the handheld sprayers which has a douching
attachment and with some gentle pressure and soap inserted the business end
inside his ass to add just another touch of freshness to his body.  After
that discharged I cleaned up around Greg's ass again.

Greg seemed to enjoy all of the ass play.  This indicated to me that he was
more of a versatile bottom leaning guy.  No problem either way for me.  No
forced roles in this relationship as we had experienced, if he wanted to
fuck me I was willing to be fucked.

We finished the sensual shower.  Both of us semi-erect.  Our cocks going
firmly erect and relaxing throughout the shower.  Neither one of us pushed
the other for an orgasm, just enjoyed each others touch.

After drying off we wandered into the living room together.  Dressed in
sweat pants and t-shirts.  I checked the fire and it was nice and cozy,
added another log just to keep it stoked.  I snagged a beer from the
refrigerator and rejoined Greg in the living room.  He was kneeling in
front of the entertainment center and looking through the DVD collection.
There was a wide array of items and this being the home of an unapologetic
gay dude, well there was some homo based porn, all legal and such, but porn
was plentiful.

"Do you guys ever watch anything besides porn?"  Greg asked and chuckled.

I nodded.  "Sure, but we typically don't come here to watch TV."  I said
and then added.  "Typically, while I have been known to attend a party or
two here, I primarily use this place to setup for scuba, some crabbing and
other water recreational sports."

"I would love to learn how to scuba dive."  Greg said and selected a plain
jacketed box that had 'Brad in all his glory' written on it.  He showed it
to me and asked, "Is this the same guy who owns this place and is your best
bud?"

I nodded.  "Yes, it is.  He and I have been friends for more than twenty
years."  I said.

"How much do you like him?"  Greg asked.

I laughed, "Probably just about as much as you like your buddy Sam or how
you like and love your brothers.  Brad and I served together overseas while
in the Army, he sort of made sure I didn't get myself killed or shot up and
I was always there to put bandages on folks when they got hurt and the
other things Combat Medics need to do while out on various missions and
such.  Of course we couldn't 'Tell' anyone about being gay at that time."

Greg nodded.  "Hmm, I think I get it, but you have had sex with him,
right?"  He asked.

I nodded.  "Certainly, we have made out and sucked each other.  Well Brad
certainly has sucked my cock, but sucking Brad is not like sucking me or me
sucking you or you sucking Sam."

Greg looked at me in a very questioning manner.  "Huh?"

I laughed.  "Well, Brad is what most guys would call very well hung,
extremely endowed.  He is what I think a lot of guys may wish to be, but in
reality I think even Brad regrets being so well blessed.  Yeah, his cock
may be nice to look at, but you can't really get it in your mouth without
basically dislocating your jaw and while I have certainly fucked Brad a few
times, I have never and will never let him fuck me with the monster
swinging between his legs.  Call me chicken, call me whatever, I just don't
want to try to make it fit."

Greg stood there looking at me with an amazed, but 'come on you are telling
a lie' type of look.  "Really, how big could it be?"

I am really not much of a porn guy.  I figure if I have access to a guy or
in this case a boy, I am not going to spend my time watching someone else
get freaky.  Greg seemed interested, so I suggested we put in the video and
take a look.  "Okay, if you want to see it then you can see it."

Greg, being the teen he is knew almost instinctively how to get everything
up and running.  Before he could press play though, I jokingly made him
promise not to toss me aside for Brad.  "You need to know that I will be
kind of heart broken if after seeing Brad you want to break up."

He laughed.  "Ain't gonna happen.  You..." he said pointing at me "are the
one I want.  If dick size was what I was after there are several boys on
the football team that are larger than you and me of course, so I would try
to get with one of them if that was what I was after."

I frowned and said "Gee thanks for making me feel inadequate.  Knowing some
teenagers have bigger cocks than I do kind of depresses me."

Greg shook his head.  "That's not what I meant and you know it.  Besides,
we all come in different shapes and sizes."

I nodded.  "Besides, after you see what Brad has hanging between his legs
you will be thankful I am the size I am."

The screen came to life and there was Brad, smiling for the camera.  Brad
is about 6 inches taller than me coming in at about 6' 5" tall and weighing
a healthy 270 or so, most of it in his chest, arms and thighs.  While not
Mr Olympia, he does keep in shape and such.  Short cropped hair, military
service can make you keep your hair shorter.  He waved everyone in and you
could hear him telling everyone especially me that he was glad we could
make it to celebrate his birthday.

Greg looked at me and asked "why aren't you visible in the video?"

I laughed, "Silly, I am the one behind the camera.  I will be in the shot
shortly as I will set the camera on a tripod for a while."  I stated.

I then suggested "Why don't you fast forward to the unveiling of that cock
of his, unless you want to see just a bunch of guys kind of hanging out,
being a tad crude, drinking and eating."

Greg used the skip function to jump ahead in the video and I let him know
when to start at standard speed.  He found a spot where you could tell it
was me in between Brad's legs sucking on his cock.

"Hey, I thought you said it was too big to suck."  Greg said as he paused
the video.

I shook my head.  "No, not too big to suck, but extremely difficult to suck
when it is fully erect.  Keep watching.  I won't have it in my mouth too
much longer.  Sucking on Brad's cock when it is soft and semi-erect is one
thing, getting your mouth around the swollen head and shaft after its at
full mast, that is something else entirely."

Greg started the video playing again and watched me on the screen, Brad
sitting on the couch with spread legs, his limpish cock buried in my mouth.
I was working the cock to get Brad started on his erection.  My
ministrations were visibly having an effect as I steadily began to pull off
the cock as it lengthened and thickened in my mouth.  It was 3/4's of the
way erect when I let it pull free of my mouth and now very stretched lips.
I continued to stroke Brad's cock until it was nearly at its full state of
erection.

Greg stared at the man cock I now attempted to squeeze in my hand, without
my fingers being able to touch let alone be able to fist grip that thing.
"Wowww."  Greg sort of sighed.  "It is huge!"  He said almost in a whisper
and was beginning to fondle his growing cock that tented his sweats.

He stared as me and another buddy of ours pulled Brad's pants off and the
guys around Brad took turns sucking on and stroking his cock.  Some guys
were able to get his cock in their mouths, others just gripped it with both
hands and licked it or licked just the head.  Finally it was as big as it
was going to get, the head was this huge purplish knob that took on
enormous proportions, the veins sticking out all over the shaft and one guy
by the name of Randy, knelt there with his elbow on Brad's thigh using his
forearm and fist as a comparison.  While Randy's arm was definitely longer
than Brad's cock it was anyone's guess as to which was thicker and bigger
around.

Greg sat down next too me with wide eyes.  He obviously had never seen a
cock of this size before.  I nudged him and asked, "So, any of the boys in
that there locker room of yours have something as large as what you see
jutting out from Brad's groin?"

Greg slowly shook his head from side to side.  He was after all awed by
what he saw and also aroused as evidenced by his very tented sweats.  He
slowly licked his lips.  "No."  He said in answer to my original question,
then continued "None of my friends, none of the upper classmen, hell, not
even my dad is that big."  He then blushed.

I looked at him and he looked at me and I cocked my eyebrows.  He blushed.
"Well, it really isn't that I am constantly looking ya know.  Maybe if it
can grow from the size it was limp to what is there now, someone else may
be that size, but his limp cock was bigger than most of the erect ones I
have ever seen."

I chuckled.  "Yeah, me too."  I said.

As the video played out I reached for the controller and pressed pause.
The video paused and Greg looked at me.  "Why did you stop it?"  He asked.

"Well, remember when I said it was too big for most guys to get fucked by
it?"  I asked.

He nodded.

"What you are about to see is someone try to mount it.  I just want to warn
you that you do not have to continue watching this and can shut it off if
it bothers you."  I cautioned him.

He nodded.  "Okay."  He said in a low almost whisper.

He pressed play and in a few minutes one younger guy, late twenty's and a
bit on the chubby side, comes swishing up to Brad.  He is nude and sporting
a decent 6 maybe 6 and a half inches of moderately thick cock himself.
Starts squirting a bunch of lube onto Brad's erect monster and after a few
minutes everyone is gathered around to watch and see if Tony can do what he
claims to want to do.  He reaches around and pulls out the butt plug he has
had up his ass in preparation for this.  While a bigger plug, it was still
no contest as to which was bigger, the butt plug or Brad's cock.  He turns
around and as Brad steadies his cock Tony attempts to sit on it.  The look
on Tony's face is priceless when the moment of actual penetration occurs.
Tony's eyes go wide for a brief second then clamp shut and his entire body
has one large tremor pass through it as that cock head cinches inside and
Tony's ass ring clamps down on the other side.  Brad's cock head is inside
Tony and he is definitely in a lot of pain.  Tears are actually dripping
off of his face.

I reach over and touch Greg's shoulder and he jumps.  He slowly turns his
head to look at me, pauses the video.  He looks a little pale and
frightened.  "Oh my.  That looked painful."  He said and swallows slowly
and noisily.

I nod.  "Yes and that is just the beginning.  The head is the only thing
inside Tony.  Whether just being brave or through actual desire to prove he
had what it takes to mount it, Tony was successful getting Brad's cock up
his ass.  It took him a while and then to be fair, since he wanted to be
fucked by Brad, he had to endure the rest of it.  Brad road his ass for
about an hour, Tony cried and hollered and at one point begged to have it
taken out.  Brad dumped a shit load of cum in Tony's ass and Tony could
only lay on the floor for the next several hours trying to recover."  I
said and reached over taking the controller and turning off the video and
the television.

I pulled Greg into my lap and started kissing him.  He seemed to relax a
little.  "I really shouldn't have let you watch any of that."  I said.

He cast his eyes down and said "Yeah, I probably shouldn't have forced the
issue."

I looked into his eyes.  "Look Greg, we have a wonderful thing here.  At
least I think after talking this afternoon and sharing the sex we have up
to this point, I don't want it to end.  I want you to know that sex should
never hurt no matter who you are with, but sometimes due to circumstances
beyond our control we may get ourselves into situations where we have to
endure some discomfort to move to the next level so to speak.  You kind of
looked like you might want to touch a cock as big as Brad's and you also
may wonder about your own size some day.  If you do, don't obsess about it.
Remember how much pleasure you get out of being with someone is more about
how much effort you put into the situation and less about the size of
someone's cock.  Also, as you saw, there really is something such as a cock
too big."

He smiled and nodded.  "Yeah, please don't think I don't appreciate you and
your size and all."

I laughed.  "I am very comfortable with who I am and how equipped I am in
that department.  It is what it is and so far, I think it works really
well."

He blushed and nodded.  "For sure.  I love it when you are fucking me."  He
said rather saucily.

I looked at the clock on the DVD player.  It was pushing midnight.  "We
should head to bed."  I suggested then continued, "Do you want me to make
up a separate bed or will you be joining me in the master bedroom?"

Greg cocked his head slightly and said matter-of-factly "Well, seeing as
you are my boyfriend and all and since we are not sleeping under my
father's roof, if you want me in your bed, you got it."  He said and
climbed off of my lap to stand in front of me, tented sweats pointing at
me.  He reached out his hands and pulled me up off the couch.  We hugged
and I scooped him up into my arms.

"I will take you to my bed."  I said and off we went, turning out lights
and securing the place.  I tossed Greg onto the bed and shuffled off to pee
and brush my teeth.  Greg chased after me.

We raced back to the bedroom and within seconds were both naked in the bed.
We were a tangle of legs and arms as we kissed in the bed.  We kissed and
snuggled for several minutes and as we were both very aroused I maneuvered
onto my back and manhandled my boy on top of me into a sixty-nine position.
Soon we were both slurping on the other's cocks.  Muffled sounds of
satisfaction were issuing forth from each of our stuffed mouths, coupled
with the slurping and sucking sounds as we pleasured each other's cocks.

Greg's cock was leaking and drooling due to my actions.  I spit out his
cock and squirmed my arms around and coaxed him into a closer kneeling
position that brought his nice ass closer to my face.  I blew a cool breath
across his boy hole.  He moaned and giggled around the mouthful of cock he
had in his mouth.  I spread his butt cheeks apart and exposed his nice ass
for my viewing and soon to be tasting pleasure.  I took inventory and noted
there was indeed a fair amount of nice lighter brown hair in his crack and
around that nice precious place, that entrance to his inner core.  His ring
of puckered flesh that guarded the entrance was slightly puffy and I am
sure a decent physician would be able to state there was enough bruising to
indicate something had been stuffed up through the muscled ring of flesh.
Other than that, it was definitely a view of perfection.

I pressed my face into his crack and inhaled the fresh washed scent of My
Fair Boy.  His ass, scented with the odor of teenage musk mingled with the
body shampoo.  It was very distinct, it clearly identified my Greg.  I
inhaled deeply and then spread his cheeks further as I brought my tongue in
closer and started to lick across the puckered flesh.  Greg wiggled back at
my tongue and briefly paused the sucking of my cock.

Greg said, "You know, doing that makes me horny."

I laughed and he laughed.  "Yes that it does."  I said.

I went back to licking his ass and nibbling on the flesh of his pucker and
nipping at the hairs, licking his butt cheeks, licking up and down his full
ass crack and paying special attention to his pucker.  I ate his ass and
plundered it with my tongue and got it really juicy.  I could feel the
pre-cum pooling on my chest.  I went back to sucking his cock and got him
to the point where his orgasm was not far off.  I tried to swallow as much
of his cock as possible.  I let him fuck his cock into my throat and soon
enough his balls started to pull up close to his body, I took a deep breath
and held it, grabbed hold of his butt, pulled him in as far as I could as
he tensed up, he stopped sucking my cock lifted up on his arms and his cock
unloaded deep in the back of my throat.  I held my breath and swallowed for
all I was worth as he dumped his load of cum into my throat.  I managed to
keep ahead of it and not choke or gag.

Pretty soon I was able to pull his wilting and oozing cock out of my mouth
and throat.  While his cock still oozed I went back to eating his ass.  He
calmed down and started sucking my cock again.  I could feel my orgasm
building and it wouldn't be long now.  I rubbed his side and pulled my face
out of his delicious ass.

"Greg, sweetie, I am getting close.  Do you want to swallow it or would you
like me to fuck it in your ass."  I asked.

He paused a second or two and then answered.  "Well, you can fuck me
tomorrow or some other time.  I would like to snack on your cum."  He
resumed sucking my cock.

I enjoyed the feelings, but knew they would not last forever.  I started
bucking my hips to fuck my cock into his throat and finally reached that
point where my balls pulled tight and my body went rigid as the orgasm
rolled up from my toes.  The first jet went straight down his throat, but
the second and third ones made him gag and choke.  He attempted to swallow
those as well, but could not.  Most of my cum mixed with his saliva oozed
out of his mouth and down my cock.  As my cock finished its spasming Greg
cleaned up the residual cum and saliva mixture until it was nearly all
swallowed up.

He spun around and lay down next to me, pulling the covers up around our
shoulders.  We kissed and he yawned.  He snuggled close to me, I turned out
the lights.

"Good night, sexy."  I said.

"Good night, my handsome man."  Greg responded.

We drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

***** End Part 3 - Emotions and Sharing

Yes, lots of things going on here.  Greg is sharing more and the emotions
are ratcheting up a bit.

One can only wonder how two people at different ends of the age spectrum
can be and remain attracted to one another.  No simple answer.  Yes, there
are boys out there who have been pressured into having sex with an adult,
some even forced to and raped, which is a tragedy.  Yet, there are many
boys of various ages who are attracted to adult males and many adult males
who are attracted to teenagers under 16 and young boys 12 and younger.
Within each of these relationships there is a component of raw sexuality as
well as an emotional one.  The ratio is different for each situation.

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