From: PrettyBoy <JerryMathers@beaver.com>
Subject: Travel Story (M/teen boys)
Date: Sat, 28 Sep 1996 16:58:16 -0700

Typical Warning:

It involves Men and Boys, Men and Young Teens, and it's sexual.  Maybe
not your cup of tea. If you're not legally old enough, bug off and don't
read it (yeah, I bet you will); if this kind of thing offends, then
please PLEASE don't read it, all flames ignored.

Constructive and appreciative comments?  Please post.
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How I spent my summer Vacation

Dear Robert

Ever since the time you shared with me your experiences as an early teen
in being picked up by older men, and allowing them to suck you off, I've
been having some fantasies about that.  When I went off on my vacation
some while back, those fantasies came into play, and some astonishing
results are reported here for your pleasure and information.

So let me introduce you to Levi and Josh, Patrick, and Calvin. 
Especially Calvin.

*	*	*	*

1. "Whyncha Just Blow Me?" 


I had just walked out of my hotel room when I saw him exit the room
three doors down.

He walked away a little briskly, a little bit of a cockiness in his
step.  His baseball cap was on bill-forward and his baggy shirt and
shorts hid much of his outline but I could see several things
immediately.

First, the backs of his calves were solidly muscled, and the hair on
them was extraordinarily light both in color and density.  Second, he
had a great tan, a tawny skin, evident on his arms, his calves, and the
nape of his neck.  Third, he was about 5 inches shorter than me.

Fifteen, maybe fourteen.

I felt my heart race and suddenly knew I was going to do something
really risky, something I'd often imagined, but never dared do.  I'd
outright offer to blow him.  I was just passing the door he'd exited,
speeding up my pace to catch up with him, when the door opened again,
and I was knocked off my stride as a bolt of boyhood rushed out the
door.

"Oooof!"

"Oh, gosh, I'm sorry!"  But I couldn't answer, as I was breathless with
the beauty of the dark haired, dark eyed boy of perhaps thirteen,
shirtless and exceptionally defined with high arcing pecs and the
smoothest, loveliest dark skin.  His little nipples were well defined,
dime-sized circles, the nipples themselves taught as if erect.

"OK, OK," I laughed a little, "It's all right, just slow down a little."

But he was only to shout "OK, sorry" over his shoulder as he ran down
the carpeted corridor in his speedos, carrying his towel, and heading in
the opposite direction of his brother.  By the time I stopped looking at
the one, they were both out of sight in opposite directions.

"Damn!"

*	*	*	*

That afternoon I sat on the couch in my room and looked out the sliding
glass doors at the pool, thinking I should get out and get some sun.  No
sooner had this thought occurred to me than I saw a breathtaking young
body sit down at one of the tables nearest to my room.  It was the boy I
had pursued down the hall, only now he was in his speedos.  

He sat at the table a bit, not trying to get into the water or
anything.  He was waiting for someone, as it turned out.

I pulled the drapes partly across the windows so he wouldn't see me
watching him.  In a few minutes, the second boy appeared, also wearing
swim wear, and sat next to him.  

As I watched these two boys talk to each other, I suddenly realized my
first impression was wrong.  They were not brothers, there was almost no
resemblance at all between them.  The older boy was light skinned and
almost blonde with hazel eyes (!), the younger boy obviously had some
Hispanic heritage, with jet black hair and flashing black eyes.  Their
bodies were nothing alike either, except that both made me drool.  The
older one was longer and lanky, his well-defined stomach muscles
reaching lengthwise along his young torso; whereas the younger boy was
more compact, husky for his age, with equally well-defined but more
washboard-type abdominals.

What was also evident was that these boys were absolutely taken with
each other.  And suddenly I wondered just what had been going on in that
hotel room the younger one had rushed out of!

As I watched them jump in the pool and engage in horseplay, I thought
there was some other kind of play occasionally happening  under the
water!  While they were engaged in this delightful activity, I got up
and opened my door a little to see if I could overhear anything. 
Eventually, the younger one said "Can we go to your room?"

"No, my mom and brother are there,"  the older replied, "how about
yours?"

"Um, maybe, I need to check."

So they got up and dried off, and as they headed inside, I walked out of
my room, lounging casually in the hallway as they walked by.  I saw to
my delight that they were in the room directly across from me.  The
young one went inside while the older waited outside, and I stood there
watching.  Finally I said, "Having a good time visiting Albuquerque?"

"Huh?  Oh, yeah, I guess."  

"I saw you in the pool, looked like you were enjoying yourselves,"  I
said, intentionally being ambiguous.  "Where are you and your brother
from?"  

"Oh, um, well I'm from here, we're just moving here, and waitin' for our
house to get ready so we can move in.  Uh, that's not my brother,
though, he's just some kid who's staying here too."

"Oh, I see."  The boy was clearly nervous with the conversation at
first, but as we talked he loosened up a bit, probably afraid at first I
was onto them, but disarmed as I continued to talk.  He wrapped himself
in his towel as he was still wet and the hallway was air conditioned.

After a few minutes, the younger boy came out, looking disappointed.  
"Levi, uh, my sister is in the room, err, we can't watch TV there."

"Josh, let's go to the lobby and get some candy from the machines."

Ignoring me, both boys walked off down the hallway, but after they were
a bit down the hall I saw them whispering together and the little one,
who I now knew was Josh, looked smilingly over his shoulder at me as
they disappeared around the corner.

*	*	*	*
The next day I ran into Josh in the hallway; he was standing outside his
room, holding his swimsuit and a towel in his hands, and was fully
dressed.  He smiled at me and said hello.

"Hi there, Josh, is it?"  I inquired, "My name is Mark."  I reached out
my hand and he shook with me.

"Yeah you're Levi's friend, huh?"

"Me?" I asked surprised, "Not really, I just was saying hello to him, I
don't really know him."  There was a pause, "Where is he today, anyway?"

"Aw his folks took him to see some dumb museum!"  Josh exclaimed,
disappointedly.

"Oh too bad, leaves you to swim alone, huh?"

"Yeah," he frowned a minute then looked up at me "do you like to swim?"

"Well, sometimes, sure."

"Well, I was wondering, " he said slowly, as if it had just occurred to
him, "maybe I could change into my suit in your room?  My sister's in my
room and I can't change there."

My heart leapt. "Oh sure, that would be OK."

"Maybe you can change too, and we can go swim together?"

Hmmm.  "Yes, that sounds like fun."

So we went into my room, and in a flash he threw his suit and towel on
my bed, kicked off his shoes and was pulling off his socks.  Then,
without a second's thought he pulled his tee shirt over his head,
showing me his really athletic little body.  He turned to me "Ain't you
gonna get ready too?"

I had been mesmerized. Shaking it off, I reached into the dresser to get
my swim trunks, and pulled them out, slipping off my shoes and shirt. 
And as I did, I observed he'd stopped completely just to observe me. 
"You gotta lot of hair on your chest, huh?"

"Not so much, really.  Just maybe compared to you."  I rubbed my rather
sparse chest hairs for his edification; I was starting to get a little
hard from this.

"Yeah, I got some hair, but it ain't on my chest," he said brightly,
"see?"

And with that, he slipped his shorts and jockeys to the floor in a
single motion, then posed for me, showing me his semi-erect young cock
and a little bush of pubic hair, a very dark little ring along the top
of his cock, showing superbly against his lighter skin, itself
presenting an erotic contrast to his deep tan.

"Oh, I see, " I said, not sure just what to say. "That looks pretty
new."

"About five months ago I got the first ones.  I got some on my balls
too," he said matter of factly, lifting his scrotum a little, to my
excitement, "but they're the little soft kind so far."  Then he looked
at me.  "I bet you got a lot more."

I almost fainted.  Then, of course, I said "Yes, I suppose I do --" and
slipped my shorts off, then pulled down my jockeys, showing my almost
fully erect cock to the boy, knowing I was safe in fulfilling his
curiosity.  

He moved close to my hard cock, a delighted look on his face.  "Yeah, a
LOT more . . ." and he looked as if he was going to reach out and touch
it, then he turned around and showed me the loveliest little set of
globes as he bent over to slip his swimsuit on.  "C'mon let's go swim!" 
And with that he bounded out the door, leaving me naked and hard.  It
took almost ten minutes to get it down enough to walk out in my suit.

*	*	*	*
We swam for about two hours, and engaged in a little horseplay, with me
wrestling with the squirmy little guy and tossing him over my head into
the deeper water more than a dozen times.  After that, we got some cokes
and sat at a pool side table and chatted a bit (his dad turned out to be
from Columbia, hence the dark hair and eyes).  Then he wanted to swim
some more, and finally he said "Let's go inside."

So we did, and once we were in the room, he quickly pulled off his
sopping wet suit and walked naked into the bathroom and hung it up in
the shower.  When he came out, he was toweling himself off.  "Ain'cha
gonna change too?"

Once again I exposed myself to him, this time not as hard, only 30% or
so, and picked up a towel to dry myself.  

"Hey, Mark, can you dry my back for me?"  

He was able to say these things almost completely innocently, but I
don't know how he managed it.  So I used my towel, standing naked behind
him and dried his back, then his buns, then his legs, as my cock slowly
rose up harder and harder; he must have felt the heat radiating from it
against his back!

Suddenly, he flopped onto the bed, face down.  "My legs are real sore
from all that swimming," he breathed into the pillow, then turning his
head to look over his shoulder at me, "do you think you could rub them
for me?"  Then he buried his face in the pillow, and lay limp and naked
on my bed, his firm, rounded buns, muscle etched beneath the flawless,
soft skin, turned up to me!

"Well, sure if you want."  I was naked still and now became very
aroused, fully hard, and I sat on the edge of the bed next to him.  I
took my hand and began to firmly massage his right foot, then worked my
way up his muscular young calf.  

Josh moaned a little bit, a little grunt of pleasure, really, and
relaxed his legs even more, letting them spread just the slightest bit. 
From my vantage, I could see the hairless, creamy skin behind his balls,
but his crack was too closed to see the little anus, nor could I glimpse
his balls.  Nevertheless, I was finding it difficult to concentrate on
massage, and my erection was straining upward.

I continued the massage, finally moving my hands up to the back of his
thigh, massaging the large muscle there, then sliding my hand up and
down the length of his leg several times, reveling in the incredibly
smooth skin and wonderful tight muscles underneath.  I shifted a little
and then I picked up his ankle in both hands, and massaged both the
front and the back of his calf at once.

"Ummmm, that feels goooood!" he exclaimed, his voice still muffled in
the pillow, "Do that some more."  As If I would stop!

Emboldened by his comment and the other encouraging sounds, I moved my
hands upward, so that I began to grasp, first his knee, then his entire
thigh in my hands, massaging deeply.  I continued to move my hands
higher and higher on the thigh, until my fingers were up against the
juncture of his thigh with his body!  

To do this, I had to slip his leg a little to the side as well, and now
I could see, for the first time, the soft curve of his lovely boyish
scrotum. The back of my fingers on my left hand almost grazed against
it, and I could see a drop or two of water on it.

The boy mumbled and cocked his other leg apart a little, allowing me a
full view of the taught-sacked testicles.  I gently set the right leg
down, deliberately setting it so it was even further from the left, then
shifted a little, and began to massage his left leg.  But it was
difficult to reach, so I returned to the right one, lifted it and bent
it at the knee, then laid the lower leg across my naked lap.  The boy
simply relaxed, his legs now spread quite a bit, and I could just see
his little anus winking in the shadow of his cleft.  Turning again to
the left leg, I could now take it fully in both hands and massage up and
down its length, my hands once again tantalizingly close to the ballsac.

Setting the left leg down, he was now spread out for my inspection, his
ankles almost three feet apart.  The lewdness of the sight had me
drooling, literally.  I began to rub my left palm up the back of his
left leg, mirroring the move with right palm and leg.  He ground his
hips into the mattress a little, and I suspected he was erect now.  I
moved my hands up and down the legs, freely feeling the skin nearest his
forbidden areas, and finally I slipped my palms up to rub across his
buns.  The globes were slick and muscular, rounded as only a pubescent
boy's can be!

Josh again moved his hips, breathing a little harder.  I began to stroke
up the insides of the legs, going a little further up each time, until
my hands were actually grazing against his smooth balls!  Finally, I ran
my fingertips up the crack of his ass,  and down again, on the downward
stroke I let my fingers trail down to where the tips again encountered
the scrotum.  As I did I could feel the root of his young boner under
the skin between anus and balls!!

The third time I did this, he reared his butt up a little, and taking
the hint, I slipped my hand under his balls, cupping them gently and
rubbing them up and down.  This caused him to lift even further and
finally I had a hand under him, feeling his rock hard little boner!

Once I grasped the sweet erection, he pulled his legs tight to trap my
hand; giggling a little as he spoke.

"You could have that if you want."  

As the words ran, electric, up my spine, he released me and turned
over.  His penis was standing up totally stiffened, parallel with his
almost hairless belly, straining to reach his navel, but standing up and
away from the abdomen as well, such was his state of excitement.  The
cock, once erect, was wider, fatter, than I had expected.  The clumps of
hair showing on either side of his straining reddened pubescence made
lust rise ever more strongly within me.

"OK," I replied excitedly, "I know something you'll like"

"Whyncha just blow me?"  he inquired with a grin.

"Uhhhh, yeah, I guess I could do that!"  

I was very excited by this erotic demand, and impressed with his sexual
sophistication.  I bent forward, grasping the four inch cock between
thumb and forefinger, then he spread himself wide so I could lay between
his legs.  I stuck my tongue out and began to slide the tip along his
little piss slit, but quickly lost control, avidly tonguing the entire
cock, his sweet balls, the soft skin of his thighs and abdomen, running
my tongue everywhere I could get it.  His response was to lift his leg
at the knees to give me better access, lewdly spreading himself for me. 
He was propped up on the pillow, his piercing black eyes focused
intently on me, a huge grin on his face.  

"SUCK!" he demanded, and suck I did, shoving my mouth down on his
straining rod.  Josh felt the warm, wet, sucking mouth sliding up and
down his swollen boner, engulfing the sensitive flesh.  In a matter of
seconds I began to feel the rod turn harder and harder until I knew it
would burst in my mouth.

"Oh, yeah!" he exclaimed, then bucked his hips up, staring directly into
my eyes with his own glazed eyes, and ejaculating his warm little load
into my mouth.  I rolled the sweet jism around in my mouth, coating his
rod with it, feeling the pulsing of his dick as it pumped the sperm out.

He sagged back, exhausted.  After a moment, he stretched luxuriously, my
mouth still holding his entire rod, my tongue slowly and sensuous
caressing it. 

"MMMMMMMmmmmmm . . . " he said as he stretched, "What a nice kiss you
gave him!"

"I guess he did like it, huh?"  I said, slipping my mouth wetly off his
cock, looking up into his heavy-lidded eyes, "he seemed to get what he
wanted."

"Yeah, " he giggled, "and you did too, huh?  And I bet you wanna do it
again."

Well, I couldn't deny that.  And in a few minutes, I did!

Having shot a second orgasm in my mouth, he almost fell asleep,  but
asked me to lay down next to him and gently grasped my cock, held
himself up against me and played with my cock and balls.

In a brief minute I felt the entire excitement of the day begin to rush
up from my balls.   

"Look out," I said, "I'm gonna . . . " and he just looked even more
intently and intensified his manipulations, suddenly grasping my scrotum
in his other hand and squeezing my balls gently.  

Within seconds, the first spurts erupted to his obvious delight and
interest, and he continued to milk me until I was fully spent.  Then he
jumped up, grabbed the towel from the floor, and carefully wiped up my
load, gently drying and touching my dick so sweetly I began to get hard
again.  

He laughed at that reaction, then squeezed it, and said "Later, maybe. 
I got to get back to my room before my mom starts looking for me."

And after he had dressed he turned to me, saying "I'll come back
tomorrow and bring Levi, OK?"  Without waiting for an answer he was out
the door.

*	*	*	*

"Heck yeah!"

I quickly opened the door and the younger one scooted inside, his older
buddy in reluctant tow and I trailed behind them, shutting and setting
the night lock on the door.

*	*	*	*

Levi was really quiet and had his towel covering his crotch.

"Hey, Levi," I said, "got a rocket in your pocket or do you just like
Josh??"

And both boys laughed a little though Levi was embarrassed, but Josh
jumped up and grabbed the towel away, revealing a really fine bulge in
the front of his speedos; there wasn't much left to the imagination; it
was practically pushing out the top band, and was pulled out so far that
the leg holes were stretched out, according me a glimpse of scrotum!

The boys shoved each other a little bit and laughed, and I said
something about having a rod myself, at which Josh stood up and took
notice, staring at my crotch.

"You know, I was watching you Levi, and I know what you've been up to .
.. . There's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Umm, what do you mean, what we've been up to?"  Levi was going to try
to brazen it out.

"Well, I could tell from watching you in the pool that you've been
feeling each other up.  And I expect you were having some fun down in
your room the other day."  

"Uhhhh, you gonna tell on us?"

"I'm not going to tell anybody, in fact if you need a place to have some
fun, you can do it right here in my room.  For that matter, I'd be happy
to suck your dicks."  I was really brazen in my approach, figuring I too
was safe and the worse that would happen is that he would decline.

*	*	*	*

In a few minutes all three of us were naked, and Levi was sitting at the
edge of the bed, laying back a little supported by his arms and legs
spread wide while I knelt between his smooth thighs, and lovely Josh sat
naked and erect, a hand on Levi's smooth thighs, and his face almost
closer to his older buddy's dick than mine was.  The young eyes got big
and round when I leaned forward and began to lick the head of his pal's
nice boner!

It was silky smooth, his balls almost hairless, and there were fine
traceries of veins up the 5 inches or so.  It swelled delightfully a
little below the top.  The head was purplishly swollen and the piss slit
spread wide open, almost ready to juice!

As Josh watched in rapture, I slipped my tongue around the silky head .
.. .

But you can guess the rest.  Levi had the stamina of a typically horny
fifteen year old, and I could suck five squirts an hour out of him,
giving him breaks while I turned my attentions to Josh's smaller but
still delicious penis, swallowing load after load of young jism for
hours on end.  

And the next day, my last one at the hotel, they did each other once,
then Josh asked each of us to try fucking his sweet little ass.  I
opened it with my tongue and fingers, then lubricated Levi's excited
boner with my mouth, and helped them get together!  It was an incredible
sight, seeing the excited, horny, fifteen year old humping away atop the
sweet round bottomed thirteen year old!  My cock was dripping when it
was my turn, and I licked both Levi's cock and Josh's now relaxed hole,
swallowing Levi's spunk, before I slid my mancock into the tight
hairless hole.  My cock was squeezed so tightly!  As I ravaged his
rectum, he cried out in pleasure and bucked under me, squirming and
moaning with pleasure until I spent myself inside him!

I guess that was a pretty good vacation, huh?  Well, there was more!

*	*	*	*

I met Patrick and Calvin in the same place; the waiting lounge boarding
the plane home.  

Calvin was first.  As I looked for a place to put my bags, I spied him
sitting by himself, and deliberately sat down directly across from him. 
I pegged him at fifteen.  He was dressed in faded 501's with tattered
hems at the bottom of the legs, a white Tee shirt with some rock group's
logo on it, and fashionable multicolored tennis shoes.  He had a
baseball cap, a great tan, and I suspected some fine musculature looking
at his thin yet longish and  solid forearms.  The hair was a sun
bleached blonde on top but a dark brown underneath.  He was square jawed
but not quite All-American in his fine features.  A little too delicate
for that.

As I sat across from him, pretending to read my book, he shifted and
looked up at me, showing me some penetrating hazel eyes.  I like hazel
eyes.  Ask Levi.

He seemed about to speak to me, but then looked down as if embarrassed. 
Now, I was just fantasizing, I didn't expect a teen like this to be
interested in me or in striking up a conversation, I was just looking
and fantasizing.  Mostly I was fantasizing about kneeling down in front
of him and spreading his legs apart, and just being between his slim
legs.  The thighs looked pretty tight; and I figured there was a big,
juicy treat there.

As I wandered mentally, he occasionally stole glances up and looked me
in the eye a time or two; then, to my surprise he leaned forward and
said something.

"I beg your pardon?" I couldn't hear him well, it was a noisy lounge and
he spoke very softly.

"What time is it, sir?"

I gave him the time, and he sat back then a minute later leaned forward
again and very softly asked if this was the right place for the plane to
Denver.  I had to ask him to repeat again, then told him yes.   Again he
retreated and yet again inquired, this time as to when the plane would
leave.

Well, I figured three times meant something.  He wanted to talk.  And
assessing his demeanor, this was one very nervous boy.

"First time on a plane?" I inquired?  And we fell into conversation.  He
told me that he was on his way to his girl friend.  Since this was late
summer, I asked him how long he was going to stay, and he said "A real
long time, I hope".  I was a bit confused, as he clarified that he was
going to stay there with her and her parents.  Something about the story
didn't add up but he was eager to talk about his nervousness and
concerns about how welcome he'd be and what he'd do once he was there. I
asked him about school and he mumbled something about being "done with
that."  I asked what he meant and he told me he was nineteen!

The boy was obviously looking for someone to cling to a little, very
nervous as I said, and asked many questions about getting on the plane. 
He wondered if he could get on before his row was called, he basically
asked me to tell him when to get on the plane, and finally I told him we
could get on together when my row was called.  

Unfortunately, this was a very full flight, not a single empty seat, and
we were ten rows apart, so once we did walk on the plane together, I
shook his hand (his palms were damp with nervous perspiration) and
wished him luck, thinking I'd masturbate to my memories of him that
night.  I was touched not just by his youth and good looks but by his
obvious vulnerability.

When we arrived in Denver, I expected he'd be greeted by his girlfriend
and her family when he got off the plane, and I had a connecting flight
to make, so I didn't wait to see him again.  We had to part some time. 
And I walked off to the gate where I could catch my connection to SF.  


2. He Was Naked, But for Socks and Reeboks

The plane was into the boarding process when I got to the gate, and I
walked right on, sitting well into the back of the plane.  That's why I
didn't see Calvin get on board; or perhaps it was because I saw Patrick
for the first time and became instantly erect.  He walked up with his
mom and dad.  Patrick was 12 or 13 with light brown hair and dark brown
eyes.  He was wearing red and white shorts and had smooth, tanned legs
with well defined little muscles and I could tell he was quite pubescent
by the slightly coarse hair on the lower legs and the proportion of his
coltish legs and knees.  His face was not classically good looking, a
little thin in the lips, a little narrow in the eyes, but the overall
effect I found quite appealing.  Or so my cock told me.

A flight was leaving at the door at the opposite end of the lounge as
well.  I was disappointed, because it seemed to me that the family was
taking the Chicago flight.

I got on the plane and found my seat in the rear-most coach section.  As
I fiddled with the headset, Patrick and his folks came down the aisle,
and entered the middle part of my row.  Even better, as Patrick walked
by, I was able to push my elbow out into the aisle just enough so that
my arm brushed against the hairless thighs and my elbow rubbed across
his tight butt as he paused for his father to enter the row.  I was a
little worried when I did that, because I thought I'd been casual about
it, but he turned some startled eyes toward me and looked at me intently
for a moment.  I decided it had no meaning when he turned away.

I saw him sit between his parents, and begin reading a book rather
avidly.  A Hardy Boys paperback I later noted, which I liked as it
reminded me of my interests at that age and I like boys who have brains
and enjoy reading.

It was about an hour into the flight that I decided to head for the
bathroom.  Unusual for a summer travel, this wide body jet was nearly
empty, and I expected no line.  But as I walked down one aisle, I saw to
my delight that coincidence was playing in my favor and Patrick was
heading down the opposite aisle to the same destination.  

As we each reached the back row of the plane, I saw that four of the
five toilets were empty; no waiting, and the rest of the passengers
seemed more interested in dinner than the lavs.  I paused a moment,
though because I wanted to look at the boy as he rounded the corner. 
When he did, to my surprise he also paused and looked directly at me. 
There was a moment of awkward silence, and then he pulled open the
center toilet door, and paused looking back over his shoulder at me.  I
couldn't help but stare, I was transfixed for the moment by this
fetching boy.

Then he did something I never would have expected.  He turned around
inside the lavatory and instead of pulling the door shut, he FIRST
pulled down his shorts, facing me, and stood there, shorts at his ankles
but his shirt hiding the good stuff, looked me straight in the eye, and
held on to the door, as if holding it open for me.  He then pulled the
door shut.

I stood there breathlessly, unable to move for several seconds, my head
spinning.  As I was just coming to my senses and figuring I should get
into another lav, his door opened and there he was pants-less still,
looking straight at me and holding the door open.

I took a quick look about, saw there was no one else and had to make an
instant decision.  I stepped forward into the lavatory with him and
pulled the door shut behind us!  

He smiled, but the little room was so crowded we were literally body to
body in front, his head at my chest level.  I was shaking with
excitement but my arms went around his shoulders and I embraced him,
pulling him a little closer to me, my hand running down his back across
the fabric of the t-shirt to the hem.  It hung down fashionably long and
my fingertips encountered the smooth back of his thighs, then I felt his
hands working between us at my fly and waist button and my pants fell to
the floor and he shoved his little hands right into the waistband of my
jockeys and grabbed my stiff cock!

I moved my hands up to his smooth buns and stroked the cleft, slipping a
finger to his little pucker, then up the strong muscles of his young
back, relishing the smooth texture of his skin.  We began a breathless,
whispered conversation exchanging names and ages (Patrick was 12).  As
we did I pulled his T-shirt up and off, tossing it to the sink, and he
pulled my  shorts down to my thighs.  His little rod, about 3-4 inches,
was sticking straight up and had a light little bush of fine, soft,
almost straight hairs just above it.

I reached behind him and put the toilet seat down, and had him sit.  As
he did, I was just able to crouch down and pull his shorts (and
underwear) free of his feet.  

He was naked but for socks and Reeboks.

I stood before him for a moment and let him inspect my mancock, which he
handled with obvious relish, a look of wonder and delight on his face
and he bent forward and kissed it!  Then he fondled my balls and played
a moment with my hair.

I quickly reached down and began to fondle his stiff young cock.  As I
did, he leaned back against the bulkhead and spread his thighs wide
apart, so I awkwardly knelt down between his slim, hairless legs, leaned
forward and began to kiss his smooth abdomen.  After a moment I began to
tongue his belly button, then slid my tongue down to his fine pubes, my
cheek grazing his silky hard rod as I passed it by.

I licked gently through the thin bush, then up one side of his swollen
boyhood and down the other,  He was cut, and there was a delightful
ridge to his head, a swelling on the shaft a little below.  No hair on
the rod itself, nor, as I licked down it to his sweet scrotum, did I
encounter any there.  Laving his cock and the front of his balls widely,
I slid my hands to his knees, reveling as I did in his boyish smell and
the clearly outlined blue veins under his milky skin.

Sliding my hands under his knees, I turned his legs up, having to
actually twist myself sideways to get them above my shoulders in the
cramped compartment.  Once I did, he rested his calves on my shoulders
then crossed his ankles behind my neck, pulling me forward into his
beautiful exposed crotch ever further.  I could see his little red anus,
tight and hairless, his ass crack turned up at me, his balls at my nose
and his cock sticking straight up to his navel.  I almost quivered as I
set my tongue to the back of his corrugated hairless ballsac.  I licked
gently, widely, then with the point, taunting and teasing, slipping
across the hairless skin behind his balls, feeling the little ridge of
skin leading to the crack.  

I slowly licked into the base of his crack, tasting the slightly musky
sweat as I allowed my left hand to rise up his hairless body to his
nipple, and lightly stroked one side then the other, feeling his
slightly flat, hairless chest, and exploring his budding pecs and the
rigid nipple on the other side.

While I was doing this my other hand began to massage his sweet balls,
lightly cupping the taught sac then squeezing, and fingering, rolling
the balls gently, stimulating him even more.

I licked past his anus, deliberately bypassing it at first, to cover his
entire crack, then settled down to probe the delightful little knot,
savoring the sweet flesh of this most private of places.  He ground his
hips, writhing in pleasure, forcing his butthole into my mouth!

I've often wondered why I like little anuses so much, and aside from the
delicious taste and the feel of those smooth globes against my cheeks, I
think it is just the idea that a boy has allowed me to enter such
private territory -- to really eat one of those he has to be almost
completely naked and posed in a very vulnerable position.  It is a sign
of ultimate trust on the boy's part to give you access to this hidden
treasure.  Also, I like the naughtiness of it, as do most boys!  It is
SO forbidden and "dirty"!

Anyway, I licked into his pinkish pucker and soon it was reddish purple,
swollen with delight, and I rimmed him for a bit until I could set my
finger against it and he let it go in to the sphincter.  

As I prodded the hole, it grasped at my finger, and I knew he was very
ready to come, so I didn't delay (I was getting pretty nervous about how
long we were in this toilet, and how we were going to get out of it).  I
slid my tongue up across his balls and up the underside of his cock,
slid it around in a circle across the head and dipped the tip into his
little slit, which had widened considerably under the action of its
swelling.

I then swirled the entire tip, feeling its silky hardness in my mouth,
then slid down the shaft in one smooth motion to the base.  As I did,
Patrick gasped in pleasure.  I reveled in the feel of his young cock
swollen against the inside of my cheeks and tongue.  I could feel the
little veins in the side of it pulsing as I slowly lifted my mouth up,
now pressing a little harder with my finger and feeling it slip deep
into the little anus, until it was fully engulfed by his smooth, warm
rectum!

I slid my mouth back down, slowly, rubbing the cock with my tongue as I
did, and felt the muscles of his crotch clench and his testicles tighten
further.  His cock was as hard as a rock in my mouth and I slipped back
up again, then down, then up once more.  As I went down the fourth time,
his anus began to pulse against my finger, and I felt the cock pulse of
its own accord in my mouth.

The young sperm rushed out into my mouth as the boy squirmed, shoving
his crotch up into my mouth, hard, holding his smooth abdomen flush to
my face!  The whole crotch convulsed and pulsed four, five, six times,
and the sweet taste of cream of chicken pervaded my mouth.  I slipped
off as he began to relax and licked his little cock clean, savoring one
last taste of his balls.  I then slowly pulled my finger out of his
anus, enjoying as he did the sensation as it slipped slowly out, the
little ring not closing all the way when I was done.  I then stuck my
tongue into the partly opened hole, licking the inside of his rectum a
little.  My parting kiss was to match my lips to his ass lips and kiss
as if they were real human lips, frenching lightly, then withdrawing,
savoring the traces of  boycum between my teeth.

He had a slightly glassy look in his eyes, as I gently untangled myself
from his legs, then set his Reeboks down on the floor of the tiny
compartment.  I leaned forward and kissed his taught, soft little tummy,
then licked up to his nipples, swiped across each one as his chest still
heaved though he was in his post orgasmic relaxation.

I then kissed his cheeks, which he didn't resist, but when I went to
kiss his lips he moved his face aside.

"You don't kiss?" I inquired softly

"No, that's queer!  I'm not queer!" he insisted, his voice a whisper,
and for a minute I though he might cry.

"Oh, hey, don't worry about that,"  I told him "Lots of boys like to
play or get sucked, especially at your age.  It doesn't mean anything."

"Yeah, I know.  I do it all the time."  

He was recovering from his orgasm, and squirmed a little to get me to
back off as I was practically laying on top of his chest in the close
quarters.  As he hiked himself up to a sitting position he said, not
looking me in the eye,  "I'll do you if you want me to, but I don't want
you to come in my mouth."

"Oh, I don't want you to do anything if you won't enjoy it" I said.

"OK, but I'd do it if you want, I do my uncle all the time and he's
older than you."

I was pretty startled by that.  "You don't mind?"  I asked.

"Heck no, he's real nice and he never comes in my mouth, always warns
me.  And he blows me a lot and does other nice things for me.  The only
one I let come in my mouth is my friend Jerry."

"I'd love to hear about it, but you know, we need to get out of here
before somebody starts wondering where you are."

"Oh yeah, no sweat."

With that he began to pull on his shirt, then I helped with his shorts,
when we realized he had left his underpants on the floor.  Too late to
pull them on, he handed them to me with a grin and said "Keep these for
me, OK?"

"Keep them?"

"Yeah, maybe you can put them on me sometime!"  He giggled then jumped
up, and we were face to face in the little room.  We fell silent for a
moment, listening and I heard someone in an adjacent lavatory flush,
then exit.  Hearing no one else get in to the unoccupied toilet I figure
it meant there was no line waiting, so I popped the door open and let
the boy out, closing the door behind him.

And then I sat down and jacked off with his underpants under my nose!
	
*	*	*	*



3. Between Blow Jobs

As I got off the plane, I waited in the reception area to see Patrick
again, and he turned and smiled at me a little as he walked to his
connecting flight with his parents.  I sighed and jealously wished his
uncle a long life.  He'd told me they lived in New Jersey.

Then I saw Calvin.  He hadn't said he was going to Denver, I just
assumed it -- he was making the same connection I was.  Seeing his
anxious, handsome face walking toward the ground transportation exit, I
figured he was on his way to his girl, and as he didn't see me, I just
let him go.  

After I grabbed my baggage I went to the long term airport lot to get my
car, and pulled out of the lot heading toward the city.  As I rode along
the transition road to the freeway, I saw a familiar form in the near
dark by the side of the road, his backpack in his hand, and a thumb out.

I quickly pulled over and he came to the car, looked inside and was
surprised to see me.

"Hi, Calvin, you need a ride?"

"Uh, well, yeah. "

"Hop in!"  A little reluctantly he did, putting his backpack into the
rear seat and sitting next to me up front, a bit dejectedly.

As we drove along I asked him "What's wrong, Calvin?  Wasn't your
girlfriend supposed to meet you?"

"Well . . . um . . . she was," he said "but maybe she didn't know which
flight or anything."  he mumbled lamely.

We drove in silence for a minute or two and I said "Do you have a place
to stay?" quite softly.

He sat looking more and more sad then said "Nuh uh, no place".

"Well, I can help you there a bit.  You can come to my place and get
hold of her."

"Well, uh, that's nice of you . . . but, um . . ."  he couldn't go on. 
There was a long silence.

"There isn't any girlfriend to meet you, is there, Calvin?"

After a long moment he let out a long sigh.  "No."

We drove along again in silence, and after a long time I asked him, "Did
you run away from home, Calvin?"

"No. No. Honest.  I did get in a fight with my step dad, and uh, he sort
of told me to leave.  So I decided to come to San Francisco."

"Wow, that's a brave thing to do."  Silence.   "You can stay with me a
day or two.  I'm sure you don't have much money or anything.  And San
Francisco is an expensive city.  It'll take you a while to find work and
someplace to live.  So, you can stay with me for a little while and
we'll see what happens next."

*	*	*	*

Thirty minutes later Calvin was sitting on my couch, wolfing down a
sandwich while I put his meager possessions away for him.  Then I sat
down next to him and we talked a little bit.  Finally, I made up the
couch for him, showed him the shower, and got ready for bed myself.

When the shower stopped I listened intently until I heard the bathroom
door open.  He walked out in his jockey shorts.  He was quite a sight,
too!  He had no hair on his chest or almost anywhere except his lower
legs.  The boy had a really solid, muscular build with nice but not
really huge pecs, broad strong shoulders, and a nicely muscled stomach. 
I got a little hard just looking.

The best part was, as we confronted each other in the hallway, he
stopped, startled to see me, wearing only my sweat pants.  His eyes
traveled to my crotch, then quickly looked away.

"Is there anything else you need, Calvin?" I inquired, "I've got a
pillow for you here."  That was my excuse for being in the hallway.

"Uh, no, I guess not."  

So we walked into the Living Room and he laid on the couch, pulled the
blanket over him and settled into the pillow.  I sat on the edge of the
couch.

"Calvin, there's something else I want to talk to you about for a
minute."  I had carefully considered this, and felt the risks were very
minimal.

"Uh, what?"  He suddenly seemed afraid, defensive, perhaps sensing what
I was going to tell him.

"Well, it's fine for you to stay here, it's not a problem for me.  But
I've been thinking about this and I think I need to tell  you something
about me, so it won't come as a shock to you."  He just looked at me.
"You see, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable about this, but I think
if you're going to stay here you should know that I'm gay."  He didn't
really react much, just sort of froze.

"I want you to understand," I said, "that I'm not any kind of a threat
to you.  You don't have to feel uncomfortable about being here,
nothing's going to happen to you.  I just thought it was important to be
honest with you."

He was quiet for a moment, looking away from me.  "It's OK?" he
inquired.  "I mean, it's OK with you for me to stay even if I'm not . .
..?"

"Of course!  You seem to be a nice young guy, Calvin, and I'd like to
help you out if I can.  I just didn't want you to think there were any
strings attached to your being here."

"Oh,. . ." he seemed lost in thought.  "You're really gay?" He seemed
inquisitive.

"Yes, sure.  It's pretty common here in San Francisco, you know."

"Oh yeah, I mean I knew that, but -- I never met anyone who was gay
before.  And you won't do anything to me?"

"I don't have sex with people who don't want to have sex with me,
Calvin.  That's no fun."

"Oh."  He seemed comfortable now.  "But you do have sex with guys,
right?"

"Yes, sometimes I do."

"Um, well, wouldn't I be in the way here?"

"Not at all, I don't pick up guys in bars or anything.  I am looking for
a partner, a guy to live with for the long term, but I don't have anyone
on the horizon right now.  And I probably won't have sex with anyone
unless I'm serious about them.  If that happens, we'll work it out so
you won't interfere.  You may not be here all that long, anyway."

"Well, but what if a guy did want to have sex with you or something? 
Wouldn't you do it?"  He inquired.

"Gee, Calvin, it would depend on if I liked him a lot, or if we just
found each other real attractive, or -- well, on a lot of things.  I
like sex just for fun, but I don't think its worth going out and picking
up strangers.  I need to know a little about somebody; I need to feel
comfortable with them."

He seemed very thoughtful about that for a minute.  "I see," he said,
"so you wouldn't be wanting to have sex with me because you don't know
me?"

I was a little confounded by the question, thinking that I could read a
lot into it.  But I tried again.  "Well, that's not exactly right.  I
like you; you seem really nice.  I'm not exactly saying you don't
interest me in some way"  -- I glanced at his form stretched out under
the blanket --  "You're really quite nice looking too, but I assume you
aren't interested; and -- well, I don't know what would happen if you
were.  You're a lot younger than me, and I don't really like to get
involved with guys who aren't gay."

"You mean you have done it with guys who aren't gay?"

I sighed.  "This conversation is getting to be a lot more complicated
than I expected."  I grinned at him "I'll try to answer all your
questions tomorrow if you like.  For now, let's say I'm glad to have you
here for a while, and you don't need to feel uncomfortable around me.  I
won't be making any passes at you."

"Oh, OK."  He closed his eyes.  I waited a moment, then got up.

"I'll see you in the morning, Calvin."

He was silent.

*	*	*	*

It was about 2 am when I woke and saw a dark form in the doorway to my
room.  He was motionless, just looking at me in the dark.

"Phil?" He whispered.  "Are you awake?"

"Um, yeah, Calvin, I am now."

"Oh, I'm sorry," he seemed really bashful, embarrassed; he started to
turn away, "I didn't mean to wake you up."

"No, that's OK, don't go."  I sat up in bed.  "Do you want to talk a
little?"

"Uh."  He turned to face me in the dark.  "Yeah, can I?"

"Sure."  I started to pull the covers off, then remembered I was naked
under the sheet.  But before I could, he said "I can just sit on the bed
and talk to you."  So he did.

He started to tell me how afraid he was about being on his own in San
Francisco, away from his family.  I sensed his parting had been pretty
rough.  He told me about his little brother and sister, and his mom and
step dad. 

After a bit, he asked if it was all right to lay down next to me.  I
said OK.  Then when he did, I reached over and touched his bare
shoulder.  He took in a breath quickly, but didn't resist.  The fact
was, this boy needed to be held and hugged.  So I put my arm around him,
under his shoulders gently.

"Calvin, you are pretty lonely and afraid right now.  I think you just
need someone to hold you a little and give you a hug.  If that's OK with
you."

"Yeah."  And his voice cracked with emotion.  I pulled him into a soft
embrace, feeling affection and at the same time a little aroused by his
young, hard body.  "It's OK, go ahead and cry, Cal."  I held him for
about ten minutes while he sobbed a bit, then he grew quiet.  

After a long while, he said "Can I stay here tonight?"

I paused a moment.  "In this room you mean?  If you would like to."

He relaxed against me.  "I better get under the covers."  And he did.

Once under the covers it seemed all his inhibitions were removed, and he
embraced me, snuggling very close, his hairless warm chest close to
mine.  I don't think he was surprised when my erection nudged his smooth
thigh.  He didn't pull back, and I wasn't surprised at this point
either.  In a moment he was curled into my arms, his head on my
shoulder, and then his hands began to roam across my body.  When he took
my cock into his hands, I stopped him.

"I don't think you should do that, Calvin.  I think you're just really
lonely right now, and you shouldn't do it only for that."

"But . . ."  he exhaled into my face, his breath sweet and clear, his
voice urgent  . . . "don't you want to fuck me?" And that really did
startle me.  But Calvin had put more thought into this than I had
realized.  "I really, uh, I really want to tell you something, Phil." 
When I said nothing he went on, "My step dad, he, uh, he threw me out
because he caught me doing this with a guy."

I just held him while he told his story, and we drifted off, his head
cradled in my arm against my shoulder.

In the night I awoke again as he went down on me, gently, lovingly,
swallowing my load and licking me clean.  

Slipping my hands down his smooth body, toying with his tight hard erect
nipples, I reached the waistband of his taught jockeys, then slipped my
hands to his smooth back, sliding down the strong, sunsuous, flowing
curves until my fingertips slid under the band.  Sliding my hands down
further across the smooth, round globes, my fingertips came to rest in
the cleft of his cheeks.

I couldn't wait much longer.  I slipped his shorts down in back, then
turned him onto his back, and began to slip them down in front.  His
belly was hairless, until I got them down in front quite a ways, when I
encountered a slight, squared off pubic bush just over his cock.  It was
thick with a luxuriously soft dark brown hair.  I toyed with it for what
seemed like an eternity, the cloth of his jockeys distended above my
grasping fingers.   I slipped onto the hard shaft, feeling it's strength
through the thin cloth of his briefs; the rod swelled to my touch,
lurching upward with excitement.  I could feel every ridge and vein, the
swelling of the shaft below the head, the tube running down its
underside, the roll of the helmeted head, finally the moist spot on the
cotton where those delicate pricklips were no doubt swollen wide open to
leak his precum.

I rode my fingers up and down his teenaged rod several times, then
slipped my fingers back to the pubic hair, thence under the band,
slipping the pants down as they searched the base of the swollen meat,
then slipping up the bare skin of his boner,  feeling him twist and
squirm as I slowly, slowly, captured his young manhood.  Finally it was
free!  The rod rode rigidly up, as erect and ready as could be,
straining up toward my mouth, the reddened section between the ridge of
the head and the circumcision mark looking especially inviting.

I stuck out the tip of my tongue and slipped it directly into the prick
hole, lightly licking, revelling in the taste of the small amount of
precum I collected there.  It left a stick line connecting my tongue to
the rod when I moved back a little.  I leaned forward and began to lick
little circles around the big round knob of his prick, taking only a
little portion of the head into my lips and frenching lightly,
swallowing the juice as it leaked out.

Before the night was gone I sucked three loads out of his incredibly
horny teenaged dick, we fell asleep entwined in each others arms. 
Between blow jobs, he would turn himself over and invite my tongue and
cock into his willing asshole, which was almost as tight as Josh's had
been.

*	*	*	*

That was four years ago.  He lied about his age, of course, he really
was 15; but Calvin is still here, he's just starting his junior year in
college.  I think he'll be here for the long haul.

Isn't love grand?