Date: Thu, 12 Jun 2008 06:49:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fair Game

A story about sexual activity between 2 boys. There is nothing true about
this story it's a figment of an over active imagination. I refer to a
story titled FLAT BELLIED BOY that I posted at Nifty on 4.22.08 in the
adult youth folder. Aside from than, all the usual warnings and
platitudes apply. Above all N-Joi

Hugs
Tag_m


"Well," I thought to myself, "This could just turn out to be an alright
weekend after all."

It hadn't started out that way particularly. It wasn't that I minded
working it was just that school would be out in less than a month and I
had work to do. I'd been off the first week of the month with the crud
and was working hard to catch up. I had every intention of graduating
from high school the following year with a high enough GPA and
scholarships to enter the U-Dub in September with an eventual goal of
entering med school or getting a PhD in clinical psychology. Getting
anything less than an A wasn't an option for me and I was sitting on the
fence between that and a B in physics.

My mom had been sympathetic to my situation but the fact was that both
she and my little brother were about two days into what I'd had, or
something similar, and ya just couldn't run a booth at a fair or festival
when ya had to shit or puke every five minutes. It just wasn't good for
business. So I'd hooked our new 28 foot travel trailer up to our three
year old bright red Dodge Ram and headed off to the Olympic Peninsula for
something called the Juan De Fuca festival, yet another craft fair.

That's what we did almost every weekend from spring through September.
Mom, my little brother Ben and I set up our booth at every little Podunk
county fair, craft fair, festival, pow wow and other gatherings in
Washington, Oregon and sometimes Idaho. The booth was called WIND THINGS
and that's what we sold, things that relied on wind to make them work. We
had all manner of whirly gigs, wind socks and hanging thingies, all in a
riot of colors but above all we had wind chimes. Oh man did we have wind
chimes.

That was probably what started my parents into the booth thing, the wind
chimes. At our house in the country we must have had a hundred of them
hanging from the overhang of the roof, the trees in the yard and even in
the house. They were of every size and material imaginable and made every
sound imaginable from the delicate ripple of a small mountain brook to
church bells on Sunday. It's a good thing we lived in the country without
any real close neighbors cuz I'm sure they would have complained. A
slight breeze caused about half of them to sound off and a stiff wind;
well you can imagine what that would be like.

Mom didn't have to do the fair circuit.  We had plenty of money, or so
she said. She did it because it was a stress reliever and a way to sort
of socialize without getting involved in peoples personal lives. See, my
parents were financial advisers and had built up a solid client base that
that allowed them to work from home. They'd purchased the farm when I was
nine so that Ben and I could grow up in a nice serene wholesome
environment and not in the city. We had dogs and cats, a couple of
horses, a creek, a small orchard, the whole nine yards. It was way cool
for four years then my dad had an affair. He and mom split up in order to
"sort things out" and a week later he was dead, killed in a car wreck
that wasn't his fault. His life insurance had paid off the house and
given mom a bundle of money then a lawsuit against the company whose
driver caused the accident left mom in a position where she didn't have
to work at all. But that wasn't mom any more than it had been my dad.

Both of my parents had a solid work ethic. I'd learned early the value of
a dollar and how to earn it. Nothing was free. Don't get me wrong, my
parents weren't stingy by any means but they didn't give it away either.
I was responsible for getting myself through college. Mom would help out
with a monthly allowance to help make ends meet for me but my education
would be my responsibility. That was okay with me. I'd inherited my
parents work ethic just as my little brother had.

The booth thing had started when I was ten, Ben seven. It was a way to
travel and see different places and make a little money. We'd started out
staying in motels but ended up buying a small travel trailer to make it
"more of an adventure" according to dad. By the time I was thirteen I
could hook the thing up to the truck, get it parked then get it hooked up
to the utilities. I knew how to fill the holding tanks, empty the sewage
and could cook a decent meal in the small kitchen. Just before my dad
died he'd let me drive it on the open freeways as long as there wasn't a
lot of traffic. He'd added blocks to the brake and gas pedals and given
me lots of practice driving and parking the truck and trailer on our farm
and the country roads around where we lived. Even a local sheriff was so
impressed with how I handled the rig, having watched me back it up into a
narrow spot at the side of a road, that he didn't give my dad a ticket
for letting me drive. I was fourteen.

So it wasn't unusual for me, three months shy of seventeen, to drive to
the location and get things set up all by my little lonesome. We'd done
some gigs in Port Angeles over the years and were regulars at a small RV
park on the outskirts of town. I got in on Friday night, ate a simple
meal of canned chili and worked on my physics and trig homework. At ten I
rewarded myself by getting on my laptop and going to a website to find a
boy to jack off with.

I knew I was queer by the time I was twelve having discovered the joys of
boys from Jason Edwards, a neighbor boy who was two years older than me.
It had started out with a typical have you ever conversation at his house
after school one cold and breezy winter day then segued into I'll show
you mine, which he did. I was mighty impressed. Jason's boner was pretty
big, all of six inches, and he had a cool patch of black hair growing on
his cock. When I took my jeans down he praised my smaller boner telling
me it would grow into a nice one by the time I was his age. He showed me
how to beat off, something I'd heard in passing from other boys but knew
nothing else about, and when he shot his sperm out I figured that was
about the coolest thing I'd seen since I'd gotten my horse.

It didn't take long before we were beating each other off. Of course I
didn't make any sperm, I didn't even have hair yet, but man oh man it
sure as hell felt good when I cummed. The first time Jason sucked my cock
I thought I was gonna die from the feelings. He started by licking it
like an ice cream cone before taking the entire thing into his mouth and
sucking me as he bobbed his head up and down in my lap. Of course he
wanted me to suck on his dick too which I didn't mind at all. I draped
myself across his naked belly and took hold of him and did what he'd done
first, licking all over his cock head. I even licked up the stuff that
was leaking out, the precum. Jason's cock pretty well filled my mouth but
I sucked him off while his hand and reached over my waist and was playing
with my cock and balls. There was no one home at his house so when we
played we always did it without any clothes on at all, which I really
liked.

"Play with my balls Toby," he said in a hoarse whisper so I did as he
asked; cupping and fondling the mostly smooth sac of eggs. I say mostly
smooth cuz Jason was growing hair on his balls too.

"Oh man Toby, can I cum in your mouth?" he asked. Of course I'd tasted
Jason's sperm before and soon as he mentioned suckin I had considered
having him shoot it into my mouth so nodded my head. He started moaning
loudly then told me to jack him while I sucked and before I got in a half
dozen strokes my mouth was filled with the thick warm liquid. I swallowed
his sperm as quickly as it came out and since he didn't make a whole lot
that afternoon it wasn't all that difficult. He sure moaned a lot though
then finally pushed my head away saying his dick was too sensitive. I
found out just what he meant a little bit later when he sucked me into a
cum.

Of course we finally graduated to fucking and of course I was both scared
to have his dick shoved up my butt and excited about it all at the same
time. Jason had me fuck him first and when I buried my hard little dick
inside his ass I figured I could perform that task on a daily basis. As
I'm sure all boys felt, it was great, holding onto his hips and watching
my cock slide in and out of his body. Jason said it felt good to him too,
glad that my dick wasn't any bigger than it was.

"It's a perfect starter cock Toby," he told me. A year later it would be
even better, my cock stretching out to a hard six inches, and the then
fifteen year old Jason would have me fuck him on a regular basis but
that's a whole other story.

 After I rested some he got me all hot and bothered, finger fucked me
some to get me more in the mood or something then he fucked me. It hurt
like a son of a bitch when he first shoved it in me but after a bit it
started to feel good and then it felt great. Sex with Jason became an
almost daily thing for awhile but my little brother complained that I
wasn't spending enough time with him so we had to back off a little bit.

I started to get hair before my thirteenth birthday so was a little bit
ahead of my friends in that department. We also started messing around
with each other a little bit, doing the jack off and suck each other
thing. Essentially I taught them what Jason was teaching me although they
didn't know that, they figured we were all learning stuff together.

Back in the travel trailer I hooked up with a thirteen year old boy who
was mostly a pencil dick. He wouldn't show me his face, many of the boys
or guys don't, but hey, I wasn't there for the face was I. The boy was
mightily impressed when I hauled out "ole Duke", eight plus inches of
thick, blue veined cock.

"Fuck dude you're huge," he typed. "Fuck I'd love to suck your cock. Man
if you were here right now." and so on he typed, getting worked up. His
camera stayed focused on his cock, barely five inches, and smooth
hairless balls. The boy only had a small amount of pubic hair which was
something I particularly liked and like me his fuzz was a dark brown
color so I figured him to be a blonde, again like me.

I worked my self into a wooded state and slowly stroked myself while I
tugged on my nuts which were as smooth as the boy's on my computer
screen. I kept myself shaved down there, my nuts and my hole smooth and
my bush neat and trimmed so it looked like it did when I was fourteen. He
finally got down to business, using the thumb and fingers technique while
I wrapped my hand around my shaft and pumped myself into ecstasy. I loved
jacking off; especially with another boy and the computer partners I used
worked perfectly for me when I was on the road. Of course real life was
way better. The boy on the screen came, squirting out a couple of
droplets of sperm onto his panting belly. Needless to say when I came he
almost shit. It had been a few days for me and the result was a build up
of liquid and pressure which left gashes of white all over the front of
my body from my nipples to my belly button.

"Dude can we hook up again," the boy typed when we were done. I said we
could so we swapped email addy's, mine a blind one that I used for such
purposes. I cleaned up and crawled naked into the queen sized bed and
fell asleep wondering if I'd be able to hook up with any boys during the
three days I was going to be in town.

I got set up and started to do some business right away glad that I'd
elected not to come over and work the day before. Because Friday's tended
to be slow at most events many vendors waited until Saturday to start.

In a small town like Port Angeles events like this were usually well
attended and since the weather was clear and hot on Saturday it was a
shoo in. There were plenty of boys of all ages to look at, many of them
doing the supposedly casual strut, wanting to be noticed but not having
any idea the amount of males that were doing the noticing. There were
some real cuties in the crowd too and since the weather was so nice there
was lots of exposed flesh. That look where their shirts and coats covered
their crotches and thus thwarting dreams was nowhere in evidence. Yes I
saw more jack off material that one could count. While lots of boys were
flirting with girls, more than one boy flirted with me although their
friends didn't know what they were up to. More than one boy looked
pointedly at my left wrist and a few whispered,

"Nice bracelet," before he sauntered after his friends who had moved on.
I wear a sterling silver band that says "Friends with Benefits" on it
which, if the reader isn't aware, means I'm open to a sexual encounter.
Needless to say I got plenty of flirting from girls as well and had I
been a breeder I have no doubt that I could have gotten plenty of pussy
from some very beautiful girls but I'm not and I didn't. I can't stand
the giggling among other things. For the most part when they're in groups
teenage girls are a real pain in the ass in my opinion.

Plenty of women flirted too, especially if they were in a group that
didn't include a male. The thing with adult women is that they think
every teenage boy would be grateful as all hell to get a taste of their
snatch. They also want to be a boy's first fuck. Well, too late to be
mine. Men flirted too, some obviously queer and others more subtle.

I don't wish to sound conceited but I'm well aware of how I look, of how
people see me. At five eleven and one sixty five I'm in tip top shape
with a very well developed body. I did yoga and Tai Chi with both
parents, handball with my dad, wrestled at school cuz I loved the
uniform, and swam. I've been told that my dove gray eyes are "dreamy" and
my smooth baby face is totally kissable. The length and style of my light
blonde hair supposedly reminds older people of a younger Dennis Wilson, I
wouldn't know. I've been called a hottie more times than I can count, a
hot bod, a cutie, delicious, and any number of other such monikers. At
swim meets or wrestling matches I try to ignore the number of people
taking pictures of me. I do tend to fill out a Speedo and a wrestling
tog.  Both Ben and I had been in numerous ads for local businesses from
clothes to ice cream cones so yeah, I was used to being looked or even
stared at and simply accepted it.

I first spied the boy when he was twenty feet away with a group of other
boys his age, which I guessed to be thirteen or fourteen. He was wearing
faded hip hugger jeans and a red wife beater that was purposely too short
and exposed at least six inches of flesh both front and back. He was
carrying a black button down shirt draped over his right shoulder and his
feet were clad in beat up tan Van's.

I got busy with customers so lost sight of the boy until I turned from a
woman I'd just given change to and discovered him and his pals in front
of my booth and seemingly deciding if they wanted to come closer and
check it out. There wasn't an unattractive boy in the group, all six of
them cute as the dickens but the boy I was watching was at the leader of
the pack in my estimation.

He was a slender but not skinny five foot six or so. He wore his wavy
dirty blond hair somewhat past collar length. Parted on the left side he
had to keep pushing it out of his eyes and what eyes they were. They were
large and appeared green from where I stood and were framed by thick
brows and long thick eyelashes. He had a perfect face and it appeared as
smooth as the expanse of flesh between his shirt and the waistband of his
jeans. That expanse of exposed flesh was totally awesome to look at. I'd
read a story on the Nifty web site called FLAT BELLIED BOY and it
described perfectly what I was gazing at.

His belly was flat and taut and I'd have bet that his navel was barely a
bump in his flesh. His belly sloped almost sharply into his pubic bone
which was highlighted even more by the creases of his hips. Below that
the front of his jeans bulged out indicating a boy developed beyond his
apparent age. I felt myself thicken slightly at the sight of and the
desire for him.

"How much is this wind chime," a voice said so I turned to take care of
business and discovered that the voice belonged to a fat middle aged
woman in a grimy muumuu with a very bad perm. As I dealt with her I could
hear the boys approach so while the cow tried to make up her mind I
turned to answer a question from another woman whose young son wanted a
multi colored windsock for his bedroom. His mother told him he didn't
have any wind in his room and he informed her that he did when he farted.
His mother was not impressed and hauled him away by his arm. The group of
boys had moved in close so all laughed at the little boy's statement and
I got an almost face to face glimpse of my wonder boy. Christ he was a
hottie.

"Well maybe I'll come back toward the end of the day," the cow informed
me, drawing my attention back to her, and I told her I'd be there. I
think she picked up on the fact that I was distracted which shouldn't
have been a surprise considering that I had ten or more people crowded
around the U shape of tables under my awning.

The boys had spread out and my boy had wandered around to a side table
which was lower than the front table and came to just below his crotch. I
swear I could almost see the outline of his cock head under the tight
fitting jeans and it was all I could do not to stare down at it. I made
eye contact with him and fell in love.

"May I help you with something?" I asked with my best smile, my pearlies
all white and braces that had come off the year before insuring they were
straight. The boy looked me in the eyes and gave me his own bright smile
then said,

"I'm sure you can, help me with something I mean," he said. His voice
seemed a little deep for a boy his age. Another customer pushed her way
in close with a debit card and a wind chime in her hands. I told the boy
I'd be back to help him in a second and as I turned to do the transaction
and wrap the wind chime I heard him say under his breath,

"I hope so."  I did finally get back to him but at the same time his
friends were calling him.

"Come on Aaron lets go." He gave me a look that was just short of being a
pout then said,

"I'll come back later after I ditch the guys." I smiled again.

"I'll look forward to it... Aaron." He nodded his head and turned to
leave but turned back.

"Nice bracelet." I thanked him and watched him walk away, admiring a
narrow but delicious looking ass. He looked back over his shoulder at me,
caught me looking and smiled. I swear he put a little extra swing into
his hips as he and the boy gang moved away.

Things were busy for the next three hours and I had little time to think
about Aaron. I was also getting hungry as hell but there was little I
could do about it. I hadn't brought anything but bottled water and I
couldn't just close the booth down and leave. Well, I could, I just hated
to do it. Then Mother Nature started reminding me of all the water I'd
drank so I had no choice really.

I pulled the outside flaps down and tied them off and effectively
blocking the entire entrance. I let the booth owners on both sides know I
was going to lunch and they agreed to keep and eye on my booth. I hung my
"back at" clock sign and set it for thirty minutes from then and headed
off.

I headed for the first "Honey Bucket" I could find and bled my lizard
then headed for the food area. The pickins were slim so I ended up with a
plate of teriyaki chicken and rice with a Pepsi then went in search for a
table. I almost resigned myself to eating in my booth but I hated trying
to do that with hot food cuz customers needed service and the food got
cold. Some things are okay cold but chicken and rice in a teriyaki sauce
isn't one of them. Anyhow I spied some people getting up from a table but
I saw some other people who saw it too and were headed in that direction.
A third party saw me and the table about the same time.

Before the people leaving had picked up their trash I saw Aaron and one
of his friends ask if they could have the table and as they moved in to
take it over the adorable young thing waved at me to come and join them.
Rescued by a young God is a hell of a way to start lunch. As I sat down
the two boys watched me then Aaron said,

"Looked like you needed help. Those torpedoes," he nodded his head toward
the other people who'd seen the table, "would have beat you to it." I
nodded my head and said thanks. He then introduced me to his friend,
another little hottie with curly dark brown hair and puppy dog eyes,
whose name was Bear.

"As in the animal not the naked," Bear said for clarification. "My name's
Ted, nicknamed Teddy by my family then came Bear from my friends," he
said as he shrugged his shoulders at what he considered an obvious segue.
Bear reminded me of a kid I'd known and played with when I was fourteen.
He had really curly hair too so we called him Curly and his last name was
Haddock but of course when you say it fast it sounded like Haddick so
that segued into had-dick. Boys tend to do that.

Curly had been a very sexually active boy. He loved sucking cock more
than any boy I'd known and if I had to bet he probably gave me more blow
jobs than any of the other boys I'd been with including Jason and Curly
was really good at it. Man when I came in his mouth it would be like a
flood of sperm. Curly generally could swallow it all although he also
liked me to cum on his face so might take my spurting dick from his mouth
and direct it onto a cheek or nose or something. In fact one time we had
a group of six boys and we all shot our sperm on Curly's face. Fuck was
that hot to watch.  Curly didn't mind getting fucked either but he
especially liked it if he had a dick in his mouth at the same time. Boy
could I tell you some stories about that.

I told them my name, no nickname from family or friends except for "ole
duke" which was given to me by one of my friends during a dick naming
game. I chose not to tell my new friends that. From there we moved into
the where, what, who aspects of each others lives. I found out that Aaron
was thirteen and would be fourteen a week after my birthday in early
August. Parents were divorced, lived with dad who spent most of his time
with a girlfriend who was ten years younger than him, which made her not
that much older than Aaron. He and girlfriend didn't get along at all so
Aaron was on his own a lot.

"Fuck dude I gotta get going," Bear said suddenly and jumped up. "See you
later maybe okay Aaron?" he said rather than asked. Aaron nodded as his
friend went running off down the street.

"Guitar lesson," my Aaron said looking Bear's retreating figure. "You
should hear him play; he's a genius I swear."  I watched him as he
talked, admired the beauty of his face, the totally smooth skin free of
hair or blemishes. His lips were slightly red, perfect, and I wanted to
kiss them wondering briefly how he would react if I did it right there
with people crowding all around us.

The conversation lulled so I took the opportunity to tell him I had to
get back to work. He nodded his head and after dumping my trash he fell
in beside me as we headed back to the booth.

"So, since you're alone do you wanna hang out after you close up?" he
asked. I nodded my head told him that would be cool. He smiled and said
great, see you later then, and headed off into the crowd. I watched him
go. What a terrific butt that boy had.

I'm sure I had a smile on my face the rest of the afternoon and I'm
equally sure it helped sell almost a thousand dollars in stuff. Aaron was
true to his word and showed up as I was putting my merchandise in boxes
then helped me tote it all to the truck. I folded my tables and chained
them to the tent frame, dropped the heavy plastic tonneau cover on the
truck and locked it before we climbed into the truck.

"Now what?" I asked. He asked if I was hungry, yes I was, and what did I
fancy eating. Fish and chips sounded good so we headed down to a
waterfront restaurant where at my insistence I paid for dinner. I asked
him about the strip of land on the other side of the harbor so he
explained it to me and after dinner we drove out to the "spit" a long
narrow sandbar that created the huge harbor. Once out there the view of
the mountains rising up directly behind the town was pretty incredible
considering there wasn't hardly a cloud in the sky. The view from the
opposite side were the Straits of Juan De Fuca, hence the name of the
festival, and eighteen miles in the distance Vancouver Island, British
Columbia and the city of Victoria.

We walked on the beach, skipped rocks across the flat as glass water of
the inner harbor, then walked the hundred or so yards across the road and
watched the small waves roll in from the Straits. We sat side by side on
a log listening to the gulls and making small talk. He asked if I had a
girl friend and I shook my head no. He said he didn't either.

"I should have guessed that you wouldn't, considering your bracelet," he
said with a smile.

"Yeah, not many girls would put up with that," I commented as we both
looked at the silver band on my wrist. He commented that it was a nice
bracelet so I took it off and handed it to him to try on. Naturally it
was loose but I told him it looked good on him and he said he thought it
looked much better on me. He asked if I got much action and I told him I
did alright. He looked like he was going to ask another question when my
cell phone rang so I pulled it out knowing it was my mom and answered.
She asked how things were going, how the day went and I told her then she
asked if I was with anyone.

"Yeah mom I'm with someone." She giggled a little then asked if he was
nice then if he was cute. Somehow Aaron and I had turned to face each
other on the log so I was looking at him when I said,

"Yeah mom, he's really nice and he's really cute." Aaron's eyes went wide
then he blushed heavily and looked down at the log. She wanted me to
describe him to her but I put her off.

"I tell you when I get home, okay?" pause, "I love you too mom." And I
hung up the phone. Aaron's eyes were still downcast so I began to wonder
if my instincts had gone wrong on me, hoping like hell they hadn't. They
had steered me wrong before but it was very rare.

"Okay, so now you know I'm gay," I said quietly. "Obviously my mom knows
too, I came out when I was fourteen." Actually I had been almost fifteen.
My dad never knew although mom told me after I told her, that he'd
suspected that I might be gay. Either way they were both cool about it,
well, mom was and dad would have been. Aaron didn't day anything and
still hadn't looked up.

"Come on," I said quietly, "I'll take you home," and started to stand up.
He looked up then and while the expression on his face wasn't grief
stricken it certainly was one of concern.

"No," he said, touching my hand and indicating he didn't want me to
leave. "I mean, it's okay. I've just never heard a conversation quite
like that before. He pushed his hair from his eyes with his free hand,
still held mine in his other hand. He was quiet a moment then said,

"Can I ask you a question?" I nodded my head. "Does this mean we're
friends." I nodded my head and told him I'd like to think so. He got a
rather coy look on his cute smooth face and asked quietly,

"So, what kind of benefits to I get?" I looked around quickly, didn't see
anybody in sight then quickly kissed him on the lips.

"Whatever benefits you'd like." He said that perhaps we could start by
showing him the trailer I was staying in, if that was okay. I told him it
was more than okay. We got up and went to the truck and before I could
start it he said quietly.

"I've never done this before Toby." I wasn't sure exactly what he meant
so asked him.

"Well, I've never like, done anything with a stranger, not that you're a
total stranger," he added quickly, putting his hand on my thigh. "I've
never really done much of anything with anybody." He seemed slightly
embarrassed by his confession.

"I have. It'll be okay Aaron, trust me," I said in as soft and sincere a
voice as I could manage. He nodded his head but the expression was still
one of seriousness. The drive to where I was staying was uneventful.
Aaron pointed different things out to me but dusk had set in and full
darkness was right on it's tail so I couldn't see much. Once inside my
traveling home he became much more animated.

"This is so cool Toby," he said. I showed him how different things worked
including the slide outs. "So, now what?" he asked after he'd seen
everything including the bedroom at the front end of the trailer. He
still looked a little scared and my heart went out to him.

"Look," I said taking his hands in mine. "Since I first saw you I wanted
to be with you. So, right now I'm with you and that's cool. What we do
from here on is entirely up to you. I'm okay with just getting undressed
and going to bed and cuddling then going to sleep Aaron. Honest." His
smile was one of relief.

"I think I'd like that Toby, just cuddling. At least for now anyway. I
nodded my head and started unbuttoning my shirt. Aaron, having put his
shirt on, did the same thing. We unbuttoned our jeans at the same time,
slid them down and off before standing facing each other and then
laughed. What was funny was that I was wearing the exact same thing that
he was, red briefs, the kind with no fly. Now what are the fucking odds
of that in this day and age of boxers?

I tried not to stare and so did Aaron but it was useless. He was so hot
and while he didn't fill out his underwear exactly the way I did it was
pretty clear that he was not underdeveloped in the basement, the bulge of
his cock quite prominent as was the bulge beneath it.

I broke the spell by telling him I had to brush my teeth as well as piss
and he lamented that he didn't have a toothbrush but I assured him that
we carried spares that were still in the box.  I let him use the bathroom
and stared at his slender butt confined in the somewhat tight fitting
underwear before he closed the bathroom door.  When he was finished I did
my stuff and stepped into the bedroom and found him snuggled under the
covers in the queen sized bed so crawled in and lay facing him. I thought
about leaving the small bedside light on but there was just enough light
coming through the curtains from outside that I didn't really need it.

"I had fun being with you today," I said. Aaron had remained on his back
with hand crossed beneath his head and looking at the ceiling.

"Me too," he responded then added after a pause, "Did you really want to
be with me the first time you saw me?"

"Oh yeah," I said with enthusiasm that was genuine. He asked why and I
told him because I thought he was the cutest boy I'd seen in a long time.

"Me too," he responded again then caught himself, "Not about me I mean
but about you, I thought the same thing about you." He was quiet a moment
then said in a soft voice, "I liked it when you kissed me at the beach.
I've never been kissed before, except by family members."

"I got plenty more of em to give away," I said and he finally looked at
me.

"That would be nice." I scooted a little closer and rose up on my elbow
to look down at him then lowered my head and kissed him lightly on the
lips. His eyes remained closed as he let out a soft "mmm" sound so I
kissed him again, staying a little bit longer and this time his lips
responded to mine.

"Your lips are so soft, I could kiss them all night," I said quietly
after breaking off. Our faces were only inches apart. He'd opened his
eyes and we both took a moment to explore each other's faces.

"Okay," he finally said. I put my hand gently on his chest, my fingers
resting against his right nipple. I loved the feel of boy's body, the
contrast of firmness yet softness. I lowered my head again and this time
he opened his mouth slightly just before my lips touched his. We kissed
in a gentle slow manner, our lips moving against each other's. I let my
fingers move his nipple back and forth and got an immediate response both
from it and from it's owner who broke the kiss long enough to mutter an
"oh God", move his arms around my neck, then return to kissing me.

My hand moved slowly south, the finger tips trailing lightly against his
smooth warm flesh, until I reached the waistband of his briefs. We kept
kissing, breaking it off for a moment then returning and Aaron was taking
as much responsibility in that action as I was. My fingers moved along
the edge of his underwear to his side then traveled over the fabric and
onto his right thigh and downward farther. When I started back up my hand
moved to the inside and the boy automatically moved that leg farther out.
Just before I reached his crotch I went up over the thigh, my wrist
grazing the bulge of his balls, and continued up his side to his chest
and rubbed there using more pressure.

When we broke the kiss I used my chin against his to turn his head toward
me then placed my mouth against the soft crook of his neck. I love that
spot both on me and on another boy and I've yet to find a boy who wasn't
ultra sensitive there. Aaron was no different. His arms tightened,
pulling my head tighter against his neck then loosening as a low groan
came from deep in his throat. I nuzzled there a bit, kissing and sucking
lightly and of course he stretched his neck to open farther for me.

I pulled away as my hand slid south again, repeating the path of its
previous trip. As my hand crossed over his hip I kissed him again, this
time inserting my tongue into his mouth and was a little surprised at the
force in which he pushed his tongue against mine. When my hand reached
his knee again I broke the kiss.

"Is it time to go to sleep?"

"No way do I want to sleep," he said in a husky voice and pulled my head
back down to resume our tongue battling kiss. My hand moved back upward
on the inner side of his leg but this time I kept going. When my wrist
pushed against his balls I rubbed it up and down before I turned my hand
over and cupped the bulge then squeezed gently. The palm of my hand was
resting on the base of his cock and it was hard as stone. I squeezed his
nuts a few times and got some moans from him before moving north. My
fingers wrapped around the underside of his boyhood pride and joy and
squeezed all the way to the top where I found moisture.

I broke the kiss and moved my head down to his chest. At the same time
that I opened my hand and began rubbing my palm up and down his rigid
shaft I took a nipple into my mouth and suckled. That got me a loud moan.
I continued to suck as well as rub, my hand giving ample attentions to
his balls as well as his cock. I moved to his other nipple and at the
same time moved my hand up then slipped the fingers underneath the
waistband of his underwear and kept moving until my fingertips pushed
against the base of his cock and his dick rested on the back of my hand.
I allowed my fingers to rub in his pubic hair for a moment then moved my
hand around one side of his dick and cupped his balls. I didn't feel much
hair growing there so the sac was fairly smooth and soft.

"Your underwear is cramping my style," I said softly after leaving his
nipple and kissing him.

"We can't have that now can we," he said. The covers had slipped down to
my waist so I got to my knees and tossed them off and gazed down at a
perfect boy. His cock was straining against the fabric that restrained it
and the very tip of the head was poking out from beneath the red cotton
cloth. The desire to lick it was almost overwhelming. I slipped my
fingers inside Aaron's briefs and tugged downward, the boy lifting his
ass to help me.

"Sweet Jesus you're beautiful," I said, stopping just below his knees for
a moment to look at him. The boy was seven inches at least, the tube of
his urethra a bulge on the underside of his rock hard cock. His fuzz was
similar to mine but darker and mostly restricted to his pubic bone. His
balls were as large as mine and hung low between smooth creamy thighs,
the wrinkles at the bottom of his sac pulled out from the weight of eggs.

"Let me see yours," he said as he reached out and touched the front of my
briefs. I moved up the bed some then tugged my underwear down to my
knees, "ole Duke" leaping out to greet Aaron like a long lost puppy dog.

"God you're big," he said as he took hold of my dick and squeezed.

"You're no slouch," I responded as I did the same thing to him, grasping
his dick in the middle, holding it upright, and slowly stroking him and
causing him to sigh. I figured this far into the game I didn't really
need permission to suck his cock so leaned forward and placed my free
hand on the bed on the other side of him and leaned down. I drew in his
scent, a musky odor that I loved. I licked all over the head of his dick,
cleaning off his precum then opened up and took him inside my mouth. He
sighed loudly again and stopped jacking my cock for a moment to bask in
the feelings of probably the best blow job he'd ever had. Not to brag but
I was good and he was young as well as inexperienced, by his own
admission. So best blow job he'd ever had was sort of shoo in.

Once I had Aaron's cock trapped in my mouth I let go of it to move my
hand south and began fondling his nuts, gently squeezing and tugging on
the nicely sized eggs, while I bobbed up and down on his nail stiff dick.
He went through some body movements and I knew he was trying to get
closer to my stuff. I still had my underwear on so my own movement was a
little restricted whereas Aaron's was down around his ankles which
allowed him to splay his legs wide open and have some mobility. I felt
him return to work only now he was able to stroke me as well as play with
my balls much as I was playing with his. I felt movement again then my
cock was pulled downward followed by the warmth of Aaron's mouth as it
engulphed the head. It was hot looking down and seeing his sweet lips
wrapped around my pole, his eyes closed in lust.

He stopped sucking after a moment and said he wanted to take my underwear
off so while I lifted one knee and then the other for him to get me
naked, I took the time to remove his briefs from his ankles. That done I
moved my body so that he could have as good an access to me as I did to
him and we both went back to sucking each other. I could tell Aaron was
getting hotter because he started slowly moving his hips and gently
fucking his thirteen year old cock into my mouth. About every four or
five bobs I would take his entire cock into my mouth which caused him to
moan loudly since my throat muscles would massage his sensitive swollen
head. It didn't take long for him to utter the magic words.

"I don't think I can last very much longer Toby," he moaned as his cock
head bounced off the back of my throat one more time. I was all for
having Aaron cum in my mouth. Drinking his sweet young sperm would be
like drinking the elixir of life, which I suppose, it was. The thing is,
I love to watch a boy cum, at least the first time that I'm with him. I
love to watch the play of emotion on his face as he rides the roller
coaster to the uppermost point then shoots down the stomach churning drop
of a healthy orgasm. I love to see how much sperm he makes, how far he
shoots, all of it.

I took Aaron's cock from my mouth and moved, taking my cock from him. I
moved down between his legs then took his ankles in my hands and directed
him so that his feet were flat against my quads and moved in as close as
I could get. My cock head bounced off of his butt cheeks and his balls
and I'm sure that he though I was gonna ram "ole duke" right up his tight
virgin asshole cuz his eyes went kinda wide. I used a little muscle
control to raise it up and kept moving, my cock sliding up along the
underside of his until my balls were resting on his.

I reached down and wrapped my hand around both of our dicks and stroked
them a couple of times while Aaron watched intently. I finally let go and
got down to business. I took a cock in each hand and began jacking us
both off, getting off on the feeling of having my balls drag back and
forth on the base of his dick. He started to get close, his belly
constricting as his body built up to release the tension. He reached down
and cupped my nuts a little bit then moved his hand to his own and began
squeezing and tugging the orbs as if to coax his sperm to come out. It
must have worked because the moans that were coming from him got louder
and came faster.

"Oh fuck oh dear," he finally groaned and his head, which had been lying
on the pillow, came up and focused on our groins. Well, focus might be a
misnomer since his eyes were all but closed as lust over took his young
body. I felt his dick thicken in my hand and watched a small amount of
cum dribble out then a blast of white goo that landed at his neck. Fuck
the boy could shoot. A second jet of sperm landed between his nipples and
the rest, two shots followed by oozing, ended up on his lower belly. I
began jacking my own cock in earnest. While I'd kept most of my fingers
on Aaron's dick, my little finger and index finger began poking at my
balls and moving the eggs around. As Aaron's dick slowed to a stop I was
rewarded with my own sperming but the shot wasn't nearly as good as
Aaron's. The first few globs arched over his dick and landed on his belly
almost on top of his own puddle of cum while the rest sort of just came
out and dropped down onto his dick and into his pubic hair. I kept on
pumping, slowly, milking my dick for every last drop.

As always it was over way too soon. I'd heard that girl's orgasms last
much longer and that they could cum two or more times in one session. I
never ever wished I was a girl but I sure did wish I had that ability.

"That was fucking awesome Toby, Aaron all but whispered, his hand playing
idly with a nipple. I wiped my spermy fingers on the flat front of my hip
then fell forward landing with a hand flat on each side of Aaron's head.
I leaned down and kissed him and kissed me back.

"Hang on I'll get a wash cloth," I told him. I got off the bed, grabbed a
wash rag from the bathroom and went into the kitchen. We have an instant
hot water gizmo under the sink so less than a minute later I was back in
the bedroom. Aaron moaned loudly when I cupped his nuts then gently
rubbed them with the warm cloth. I knew the feeling well. It took another
two trips to get his torso cleaned off as between the two of us there was
a lot of cum. A dry cloth got the excess moisture off the adorable boy
then I climbed onto the bed next to him and we hugged and kissed a
little. I glanced over at the clock, saw that it was moving past the
eleven fifteen mark.

"Are you going to be able to stick around tomorrow night too Aaron?" I
asked him. He nodded his head.

"You couldn't get rid of me," he responded with a toothy smile. I kissed
him again, ran my hand up and down his back and onto the glorious orbs of
his narrow butt.

"I want to stay up all night and play with you but I have to be up early
to set up. If you can hang out tomorrow night that would be excellent," I
told him.

"I'll hang out with you all day if you want. Maybe I could help you out
at the booth." I didn't have to consider that for long. I could always
use help as Saturday's were usually busy as a bird dog in October.

"K" I responded then kissed him again. We stayed like that, facing each
other for a few minutes then he pecked me on the lips again, said g'nite
and rolled up. I spooned up behind him and held him to me, his hands
resting on my forearm as if to encourage me to stay. I had no intention
of going anywhere.