Date: Thu, 28 Jul 2016 03:51:00 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tourist Attraction

I actually lived in the Cabana's at Makaha for a year and loved every
minute of it. If I hadn't gotten a job in Kailua Town and thus a shitty
commute I'd still be there. Check it out on line. A story about sexual
exploration between a man and a boy, none of it true but all of it
fantasized about. N-joi

Tag_m
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I had purchased a 2 bedroom condo at the Hawaiian Princess some years
before as an investment but I rarely stayed there, preferring to rent it
out most of the year.  The best of the 3 residential condo buildings that
sat on beautiful Turtle Cove, in Makaha. On Oahu's west side, it shares an
idyllic setting with a 2 building condo called the Cabanas. The local
nickname is Cabana-rama.

Turtle cove is a small, beautiful beach that is generally known only to
locals and amazingly is rarely crowded. In fact most of the time there
isn't much more than a dozen and a half people inhabiting it if even that
many. Not more than a quarter mile long, the gently curving quarter moon
beach is closed off on both ends by serious outcroppings of lava rock, one
of which is un-traversable. The place is picture post card perfect, one of
those seemingly secluded beaches where people would love to live or pirates
would have hidden out in to bury their treasure. The magnificent sunsets
are completely unimpeded by anything except the occasional clouds and every
evening the show was received with much fanfare with a resident blowing on
a conch shell and clapping by the rest of the residents who live there full
time.

I had scheduled the Memorial Day weekend to spend 4 days repainting the
unit and making some minor repairs and maybe changing out some of the more
worn pieces of furniture. To that end the master bedroom and bath was
finished and I was standing on the 8th floor balcony getting some fresh
air. As I said, there generally weren't many people on the beach and that
was the case then. Just below me I watched a shirtless boy about 13 years
old trying to body board the 3 foot waves. His glaring white skin and
ineptness at handling the board clearly marked him as a tourist. The bright
pink flowered board shorts emphasized that fact.

A bit of raucous noise drew my attention to the right, toward the beach in
front of the Cabanas where a group of local boys were gathered. There were
6 of them, late teens or older, and at least 2 of them had what looked like
bottles of beer in their hands while 2 more were on opposite ends of a
large cooler. They were headed toward the boy and probably the crop of
trees that were at the left of my building and the end of the beach. Loud
and obnoxious, I knew they were trouble and I knew they would target the
boy.

I moved fast, grabbing the lanyard that held my key card, and headed out of
my condo toward the elevators. Fortunately some people were exiting one and
I jumped in, stabbing the button for the lobby repeatedly.

What tourists don't understand about the west side is that it is local and
many of the local boys are territorial. Waianae high school, less than a
mile away, is the toughest school in the state. I had heard plenty of
stories about new kids getting the shit kicked out of them on their first
day of school I knew a guy that was born and raised in Nanakuli, a few
miles down the coast. Blond haired and blue eyed, he told me that fighting
with local boys was an almost weekly occurrence for him all the way into
middle school.

That wasn't restricted to boys either. Plenty of the local girls could
match the boys for size, strength and aggressiveness. Often referred to as
"tita's" they were tough as nails and wouldn't hesitate to go head to head
with boys, let alone other girls. Again, I'd heard plenty of stories. I
don't want to imply that all locals are like that but enough of them are
and thus my concern for the "haole" boy on the beach, haole being the
Hawaiian term for those of European ancestry.

A few minutes later I was going through the locked security screen door
onto the beach and a glance to my left showed that, indeed, the local boy
crew had the haole boy surrounded and were pushing him back and forth
between them. The few other people on the beach were casting glances at the
group but doing nothing. I was 30 feet away when the boy was tripped,
pushed to the ground and then kicked.

"Hey fat shit," I called, singling out the largest of the group just as he
landed a solid kick to the boys' hip. The group stopped and turned, saw me
coming up fast.

"Stay outta `dis brah," the guy said. He looked to be Samoan, easily 6'3"
and a half a block wide. "Dis no you bidness."

"It sure as fuck is brah. Leave da boy `lone." I could lapse into pidgin so
convincing that even local boys thought I was a local.

"You wan piece a `dis," another guy asked. No little guy either, he had a
pockmarked face and at least 1 tooth missing. The entire group was over 18
year old, of that I was sure, so I had no qualms about kicking ass and
asking questions later. Still, they had to make the first move. They did.

"You dumb fuck you ask da wrong question," I said as I closed the
distance. "What you wan know is do you wan piece `dis," I asked pointing a
thumb back at my chest. I had everyone's attention including the boy who
still lay curled up on the sand. The group began to spread out in front of
me. Pockmark struck first.

He led with his left hand and it was telegraphed so much that I could have
had a sandwich while I waited for it to land. I sidestepped, trapped the
wrist then slammed my right palm onto his elbow which bent his upper body
downward, his face connecting with my rising left foot. He went straight
down; less than 3 seconds had elapsed. I continued moving my body backwards
by spinning to my left and drove my fist into the solar plexus of the guy
closest to me, passing the 5 second mark as I kicked his knee.

The next guy in line had already thrown his punch but I could see by the
expression on his brown face that he wished he could take it back. Too
late. I slapped the hand away, did a little turnabout and back fisted him
square on the nose. Three down, 8 seconds. It finally dawned on the 3 still
standing that this wasn't going to be easy but they too were already
committed.

The fat shit was coming at me like a freight train, albeit a slow freight
train. He was easy. Used to having his weight intimidate people he had his
big fat arms wide open as if to wrap them around me and squeeze me like a
python might, a move that had undoubtedly worked for him plenty of
times. It didn't this time. I stepped back and to my left then brought my
heel down hard on his ankle. I didn't hear it snap so I doubted that I
broke it, but I was pretty sure he'd be limping for at least a week. He
tumbled forward, pushing sand in front of him as his bulk collided with the
beach.

I turned to face the other two who had stopped dead in their tracks. "Wot
you `tink eh brah? You want some dirty lickins?" They both dropped their
fists and took a few steps back. "I see you heah `gain I tear you up." The
bigger of the two couldn't help himself.

"Dis be public beach brah." I stepped toward him. I dropped the pidgin.

"Don't push your fuckin luck asshole. Pick your dumb ass friends up and get
the fuck outta here." He didn't move so I yelled, "NOW!" I turned my back
on them and walked to the boy who was now sitting up.

"You okay," I asked. He sort of shook his head. I reached out and he took
my hand so I got him to his feet. He stood there, his weight almost fully
on one leg. The kid was a cutie, for sure. His blonde hair was somewhat
long and a messy, and would have hung well past the bridge of his nose if
it hadn't been for the curl in it. Said curl kept it just below ear lobe
level and where a shirt collar might have been had he been wearing one.  If
he weren't so goddamned pale he would pass as a surfer kid, in California
at least. His face was completely smooth and blemish free, ever so slightly
rounded.

He wasn't a tall boy, maybe 5'6 or a little more but his slender torso was
decently developed, all of the requisite creases and crevices well enough
indented and it cause me to guess that he was active in sports. I had
initially pegged him for 13 and my assessment hadn't changed.

"You okay," I asked him. He nodded his head but his grimace told me
otherwise. "You staying here," I asked him, nodding toward the 3 buildings
behind us and he shook his head.

"The next place up," he said, nodding his head in the direction of Makaha
Beach. His voice was delightful, working toward the deeper tone of a boy
solidly into puberty but still a ways to go.

"My condo is right here," I said, let's go up and check for injuries and
get some ice on you. The boy was clearly leery of a stranger but nodded his
head none the less. I had him stand still while I grabbed his boogie board,
t-shirt and towel then put my arm around his waist and stooped a little for
him to get his arm across my shoulders. We began the slow hobbling process
toward my building, his antagonists already 100 feet away and moving.

"My name is Dillon," I told him after the 3rd step.

"Everybody calls me Ziggy," he said in a slightly strained voice. "Actually
it's Brian Ziglione but I've been called Ziggy ever since I can remember."
I asked him basic questions as much to keep his mind occupied as to gather
information. I discovered that he was from Idaho, was going on 14-in
November-and as clichéd as it sounds, he was traveling with his
grandparents. I told him I was a paramedic, lived in Kailua and would be 36
to his 14 also in November. I was also divorced and had a son who had would
graduate from high school in Charleston South Carolina in 2 weeks. He asked
if I got to see my boy much and I told him honestly that we didn't have
much of a relationship and when he asked, I told him it was a long story.

The story was that I was bi-sexual with an emphasis on gay, my ex became a
born again Christian and while my orientation had been okay with her in the
beginning, she became increasingly against it and thus me. She left me and
moved when Micah was 9. He had come to visit every summer until he was
Ziggy's age but that dwindled away to nothing. I had not even gotten
pictures since he was 14 and had not been invited to his graduation which
seriously broke my heart.

Upstairs in my unit I directed the boy to wait in the small living room
while I went to my room to retrieve a med kit from the master bedroom. I
kept one there for renter emergencies. A basic kit, it also contained a
handful of chemical ice packs, which was primarily what I was after, but I
took the whole kit.

"This is much nicer than where we're staying," Ziggy said as I reentered
the living room. I agreed with him since I'd been inside the building where
he was staying.

"So, at the risk of sounding like a lecher, you're going to need to drop
your board shorts so I can see what, if any damage there is." The boy got a
pained expression on his smooth face, emotional and not physical pain.

"Oh gosh Dillon, that's embarrassing." I nodded my head, said I understood
his reluctance to undress in front of a complete stranger and reminded him
that I was in the medical profession.

"It's not that Dillon," he said then paused, "I don't have any hair." I
assured him that plenty of boys were late bloomers but he shook his
head. "No, I shaved them off."

"Well isn't that a coincidence," I said cheerily, "Mine are shaved off
too. I'm bald as a cue ball." I swear, his jaw fell open.

"Seriously? You shave your pubes?" I nodded my head.

"Yep. Been shaving them for years. Oh, every once in a while I let em grow
back but generally they're gone."

"How come you shave Dillon," the boy asked as he begun to untie his laces.

"It's a long story but mostly I like how it looks and how it feels. I'm
sure that you've discovered how soft your balls feel when they're freshly
shaved." I swear the kid blushed as he nodded his head. "I'll show you if
you want me to," I said and moved my hands toward my own ties but Ziggy
shook his head.

"Naw that's okay." His voice carried a tinge of resignation. I got to my
knees in front of him just as he pulled the Velcro flaps apart then shoved
the shorts and his briefs down to his knees. I wasn't so much interested in
the pastel green underwear as much as I was in what he'd uncovered. The boy
was hung much lower than I would have expected for a boy his age.

I was looking at six plus inches of soft circumcised boy cock. His medium
sized balls hung low and loosely under the shaft, the entire works enhanced
by the deep creases of his pelvis. It was all very appetizing to say the
least.  As he had stated, he was completely hairless which of course only
enhanced his boyhood charms.

"You're a very healthy boy Ziggy," I said softly.

"Thank you," he responded. I could see his hip had already started to
bruise and he reacted when I gently probed it. I felt along his ribs and he
winced but I didn't detect any breaks and was pretty sure that nothing was
cracked either.

"An ice pack will help quite a bit Ziggy," I said and he nodded his head. I
had him lie on his side and rest his head on a small sofa pillow while I
grabbed a kitchen towel and set it on the bruised area. I broke a chemical
ice pack and put it on the towel then draped towel end over it and pressed
down.

"Ice and pressure are the key," I told him. The boy nodded his head
stoically. I couldn't help but admire his boy parts as they hung down onto
his other hip. His ball sac was moderately stretched which I found
enticing.

"You doing okay Ziggy," I asked him after a minute of quiet. He sighed and
nodded his head.

"Yeah, it's just real weird laying here naked in front of a total
stranger." He looked at me and added, "I'm not freaked out or anything,
it's just weird.

"You know what, I understand completely. Tell you what. I can take my
clothes off too if that would make you feel more comfortable." He furrowed
his eyebrows.

"Really?" You don't have to do that you know." I smiled and nodded my head.

"I know, but seriously, I don't mind, especially if would help you feel
more comfortable. We're gonna be here for a little while." I could see by
the expression on his smooth face that he was interested but was
uncomfortable saying so.

"Put your hand here," I told him and as he moved his hand I stood up. I
undid my board shorts and dropped them. Since I wasn't wearing underwear
and I'd left my shoes at the door, my shorts went straight to the floor. I
saw Ziggy's eyes go wide as he all but stared at my shaven crotch. I tugged
my shirt off slowly in order to allow the boy to look at his hearts content
without feeling embarrassed. When I tossed the shirt to the floor I saw
that the boys was staring opening at my crotch.  "My gosh you're huge
Dillon," Ziggy commented. Indeed, I was a healthy man and had been a
healthy boy, much too many other boys' delight. If measured while soft and
at full hang, I went an easy 7 inches; hard was 8 plus inches.

I moved back to kneel in front of him and take over the pressure of the ice
pack. Of course I knelt facing the boy so he could look as much as he
wanted and he did. I kept an eye on Ziggy's eyes but was also watching his
cock and I noticed it begin its rise to glory. The boys' eyes went to his
cock and then to my face.

"Now I'm really embarrassed Dillon," he said, "I'm getting a boner."

"Don't be embarrassed Ziggy; it's a fairly natural reaction for a boy your
age." He wanted to know why. "Because boys are sexually charged to begin
with. I would guess that you jack off 4 times or more every week." He
interrupted me to say "more." I grinned and went on.

"Boys think about sex all the time and have boners much of the time. Right
now you're seeing me naked and it's a little exciting for you. Hey it's
like that for adults sometimes too." He pointed out that I wasn't getting a
boner and I agreed but it wouldn't take much for it to happen to me too.

"Really? What would make you get a boner?"

"Just watching you get one Ziggy. It's hot for me seeing a boy get hard. Of
course if I touched you or you touched me it would probably make it happen
super-fast."

"You would let me touch you," the boy asked, clearly not believing me. I
nodded my head. I watched him begin to move his hand toward me. "You sure?"
I nodded my head again. Just seeing his hand moving toward my cock cause
mine it to begin to wake up. A moment later his fingers wrapped around my
cock.

"Gosh I can feel it get hard," Ziggy said. No doubt he could. I took the
liberty of extending my right hand and I swear that he thrust his hips
forward a little more. By the time I wrapped my fingers around him Ziggy's
cock was about half way hard. The boy sighed heavily as I gripped and then
gently stroked him.

Ziggy was an easy 6½ inches or more and of course he was teenage boy
rock hard. By that time I was also fully hard and naturally he had to
comment. "You're cock is so big and hard," he said in a soft voice.

"You're a pretty big boy yourself Ziggy," I said as I gently stroked him. I
wanted to suck his cock but wasn't sure how he would respond to that. I
should have figured that since we'd gotten to where we were he would most
likely have been willing to go for more. He saved me the effort.

"Do you think that you could like, suck my cock Dillon? I'll suck yours if
you'll suck mine," he said in the classic teenaged boy offer and
compromise.

"That sounds fair," I responded. I elected to have him roll onto his back
and push up against the back of the sofa he was on, keep the ice pressed to
his hip. Once he was in place Ziggy moved his outer leg which allowed his
beautiful balls to hang fully between his thighs. I admired his cock for a
brief moment, the turgid flesh hanging in the air above his flat belly. I
was able to it bob slightly with each beat of his little heart, his swollen
cock head flushed red from trapped blood.

I took hold of him, held his stiff warm flesh upright and took him into my
mouth. Ziggy moaned softly as I swallowed ¾ of his cock before pulling
my head back. "God Dillon," he groaned. I took my hand from his cock and
reached between his legs to cup and fondle his balls. I loved boy balls and
smoothed shaved eggs were the best and Ziggy's nuts were both. My senses
took in the fragrance of a growing teenage boy although because of his
recent foray into the water it wasn't the heady smell that emanated from a
boy when he was hours from his last washing.

I felt the boy move and a moment later he took hold of my cock. I had
purposely positioned my body in order to give him access to me and the boy
took advantage of it. That told me that he probably had more than just a
passing interest in getting off, that he might well like taking a more
assertive part when playing with boys. He had me in an underhand grip and
gently stroked me, squeezing tighter on an out stroke and loosening his
grip on the in stroke.

"I need to suck on your boner too Dillon," he said, his usually high
pitched voice much deeper than before. I let go of him and pulled my cock
from his hand then turned. I placed my left knee on the edge of the futon
he was lying on while leaving my right foot flat on the carpet. Ziggy
adjusted his upper body in order to his head closer to me.

"I love your cock Dillon," he whispered as he took hold of me. Ziggy
surprised me by taking the time to lick the precum from the head of my cock
before placing his sweet lips over it and moving his head in order to take
3 or so inches of me into his mouth. He kept his hand wrapped around my
cock as he suckled, gently stroking me as he did it. I could hear soft
moans or mewing from the boy and looking down on his smooth pale face, eyes
closed and long lashes resting on his lower orbital socket made my heart
lurch a little bit.

Ziggy reached over with his other hand to hold and fondle my balls and I
swear that he moaned a little more. I finally stopped him.

"How about if I turn so I can suck on your cock too Ziggy?" He nodded his
head, his eyes half lidded because he was up in a fog of hotness. I moved
my left leg from a kneeling position to foot flat on the carpet then moved
my right knee so that it rested on the arm of the futon just behind Ziggy's
head. That allowed me to lean down over his cock which I captured in my
mouth and began to bob my head. Ziggy had already taken a hold of my cock
and was sucking it.

Again, I could hear the boy moan softly and could tell by his enthusiasm
that he really loved what he was doing and I didn't get the sense that it
was just because he was hard and horny. I felt him take his mouth away and
start to lick my balls a little bit then lick up the underside of my cock
before pulling it down and sucking me again. I felt him move a hand up and
around my hip to fondle my ass and even move his fingers closer to my
hole. Balanced on one hand I played with his soft smooth balls a little,
reveling in the soft warm bag of eggs.

He stopped sucking for a moment and said, "You can sperm in my mouth if you
want to Dillon," then went right back to sucking me. Honestly, it had been
a while since I'd been with a boy and being with a boy that was cute and as
eager as Ziggy was, well, it got me up into a fog of hotness too.

I started sucking him harder, working at a making him cum. I would prefer
to watch him shoot his sperm on the first go around but eating his sperm
was good too. Then the boy moved, raising the leg that was against the
futon back and moved the outer leg farther out.

"Rub my hole Dillon," he groaned. "Rub your finger against my hole. Put it
in me if you can." At that point I stopped and moved from above the boy.

"Let's go to my bed sweet boy," I said. I stepped away from the futon and
the boy swung his legs around then stood up. Seeing Ziggy naked and
standing gave me opportunity to check out his torso and it was definitely
sweet. All the crevices and creases were right where they were supposed to
be and well defined at that. I reached out and took his hand then waved him
down the hall to the bedroom. The kid had a dynamite butt; narrow with a
perfect boy crack and nice deep dimples on each cheek.

"Straight ahead," I said and the boy entered my room and went to stand
beside the bed to wait for me. His stone hard cock standing tall and proud
in front of his flat belly, the creases at his hips deep and giving even
more definition to his pubic area.

"Goddamn you're delicious Ziggy," I said as I approached him. The boy
smiled, his half lidded eyes closing just a little more. I stepped up to
him and held him gently. "Do you like to kiss?" Ziggy nodded his head so I
lowered mine and in second we engage in a mouth open tongue pushing
kiss. My hands traveled down onto the orbs of his butt to fondle and knead
the firm globes. Ziggy's hand were around my waist and rubbing my back
while the boy moaned softly to himself.

I finally broke the kiss and dropped to my knees in front of him and
immediately pulled his raging hard cock down and began licking all over the
precum seeping head, cleaning him off like a mother cat before engulphing
his cock. Ziggy moaned loudly as I suckled him and even louder when my free
hand reached up to cup his fully hanging smooth young balls. My other hand
moved to cup his tender butt cheek.

I finally let go but didn't rise, instead turning him and gently pushing
him back toward the bed then getting him to sit down. I pushed his legs
apart and started licking his balls, drawing in the steadily growing
fragrance of teenage boy crotch. Fuck I loved it.

Ziggy fell backwards from his sitting position and whether it was an
invitation or not I didn't know. Nor did I care. I put my hands under his
legs and began to raise them.

"Are you going to fuck me Dillon," he asked softly.

"I will if you want me to but right now I just want to eat your hole." That
said I put my face up to his flesh and went to work. I surely do love
rimming a boy and Ziggy wasn't going to be an exception. I pressed my
tongue against the tight puckered muscle, grateful that he was still smooth
as silk down there. I didn't mind hair but I preferred bare skin.

"Oohhh fuck," the young teen groaned. I tongue fucked him a little, licked
him some more, worked up along his perineum then licked his hairless balls
before going back down and massaging his hole some more. I spent a good 3
minutes rimming the boy until I stopped then stood up. I had Ziggy move all
the way onto the bed then straddled his body and lowered my upper body
until our faces were quite close. Ziggy's arms went around my neck before I
was even half way there. He then pulled my head down and kissed me hard on
the mouth, opening his and forcing his tongue into my mouth although I
think "forced" is the wrong word.

I let my lower body down until our cocks were pressed side by side between
our bellies. I started to thrust gently and Ziggy did the same. We stayed
there for a brief bit until I toppled over sideways taking the boy with me.

Side by side with our bodies pressed into each other we began making out
like a couple of high school students. Ziggy tossed one leg up over my mine
which brought our groins together which was impetus to grind. One hand went
to my butt to pull us even closer but also to knead the flesh. His other
hand was behind my head holding on to my hair, pulled my face to his. His
mouth was pressed, wide open, against mine and his tongue kicking my
tongue's ass. All the while Ziggy was moaning loudly. My hands were on his
back and his delicious little ass, my finger inside of his crack and almost
touching his hole. The boy was as hot as a fresh fucked fox in a forest
fire and I knew that I was going to fuck him, if not before the day was
out, then by the time he left the islands.  "I need to suck on your cock
some more please," the boy said after breaking away from me. I lay back and
let Ziggy go at it. To his credit the boy lay across my belly with his ass
within striking distance and strike I did. I felt on the boys' tender butt,
squeezing and kneading the fatty globe that was on top. Ziggy moved his top
leg so that the foot was flat on the bed which opened his crotch up for my
exploration. Explore him I did. He sucked and stroked my cock, he allowed
his tongue to swirl all over the swollen head. I could hear soft moans
coming from him as he worked. Maybe they were because I was fondling his
balls, I didn't know nor did I care much.

 He last about 3 minutes before he stopped, turned, and went back into my
arms for more deep throated kissing. "I need to cum Dillon," he said in a
voice deepened by lust when he finally broke the kiss and backed off.

"I think a good old fashioned jack off session is in order. What do you
think Ziggy?" The boy nodded his head and said that was what he had in
mind, at least for right at that moment. I wondered what else he might have
in mind.

"Have you ever had your prostate massaged while you jack off?" The boy
shook his head and asked what I meant.

"Well I'll lube a finger and put it up your ass and fuck you with it while
you stroke. Your prostate is a small gland inside your ass and when it's
being rubbed when you cum it'll give you the best goddamned sperming you've
ever had."

"Okay," he said. I got the lube, did my finger then then poured the stuff
all over his stiff cock. I had him pull his legs back to open his hole for
me and got into place. I got my hands into position, ready to slide my
tightened fist up over his cock head at the same time I slipped my finger
up his ass. In position, I did exactly that, slipped my finger up him and
slid a tightened fist over his swollen sensitive cock head.

"Ooohhh fuck," Ziggy groaned. His body stiffened as the intense feelings
shot through his body like a strike of lightening but he immediately
relaxed. I had already started the action, finger fucking the hot young
teen while I jacked him off. "God that's amazing Dillon," he said, "I can't
believe I never tried it before." The last sound had barely cleared his
mouth before he groaned loudly again.

"How you doing sweet boy," I asked him, knowing the answer before I asked
the question.

"Good, really fucking good," he said in his deepened voice. Another wave of
intense feelings flooded his body and that time it caused his head to go
back and his eyes to close and a moan uttered from deep in his throat. I
continued to work him but instead of sliding my finger almost all the way
out I kept it deep inside of his ass and worked on the prostate, massaging
the little nut like gland.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum Dillon, oh fuck I'm..." and that was as
far as the boy got. He let out a scream, shoved his ass up off the bed at
the same time his prostate hardened and his gorgeous dick thickened against
my hand. A wad of sperm shot out and hit the hair on his forehead and
dripped down across his left brow.

"Oh shit oh fuck," he groaned as 3 more healthy squirts of sperm blasted
out, broke into droplets and splattered his torso. After that it was globs
of oozing cum that slid down over my fingers then dropped onto his pubic
bone. I kept stroking him but stayed off the head and I gently removed my
finger from his ass, checking it for presents and finding none.

I wiped up his sperm with my fingers then went about jacking off. Ziggy
watched intently and then, without asking, reached over and began fondling
my balls. I decided to take a chance, pulled away from him, then swung a
leg over his thighs and went back to stroking my dick. Nonplussed, the boy
took hold of my balls again.

"Shoot your sperm on me Dillon. Shoot it all over me if you want to." I
reached down and took hold of his cock with my free hand and simply fondled
the still fully hardened shaft. It took a few minutes during which the boy
didn't flinch and kept working on my heavy nuts.

"I'm getting close Ziggy," I said.

"Do it Dillon, dump your cum on me, cover me with your cum." About 30
seconds later I started squirting and squirt it did. A long thick rope of
cum blasted out and landed on the boys' chest. It was followed by 5 more
jets, the first 2 of similar volume and distance then growing less. After
the squirts was a fair amount of oozing.

"Goddamn you make a lot of sperms Dillon," Ziggy said with admiration. My
dick finally stopped oozing and dripping, I kept up stroking, but slowly,
for another 10-15 seconds then I stopped. "Do you always make that much
stuff?" I nodded my head and said that I did. I let my upped body fall
forward, shot my hands out to stop my fall with my face only inches from
Ziggy's. I moved my head the rest of the way and kissed him on the mouth.

"Let's take a shower," I said. I moved off of the bed and Ziggy followed
me. I got the shower running and got in, the boy right behind me. I treated
the boy to a washing and didn't miss a single spot. Ziggy moaned softly as
I worked a finger back and forth across his puckered hole and gently worked
a soapy finger into the muscle to clean it out. That done I bent him over
in the shower and rimmed him thoroughly. Afterwards we engaged in more deep
throated kissed and the boy returned the favor, washing me as thoroughly as
I had washed him.

"What now," Ziggy asked as we dried off.

"How long do you have Ziggy?" The boy grinned.

"At least a couple of hours." I asked him if there was anything he'd like
to do.

"Fuck," he replied with another grin. "I want to be fucked in the butt."

"How do you feel about fucking me," I asked him. His response was
instantaneous.

"That too."