Date: Sun, 11 May 2014 17:24:28 -0500
From: Kevin Turnbow <kebo_t@outlook.com>
Subject: Jonny's boy, adult-young

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Jonny's boy, JJ

My hobby had been talked about in family settings.  I had taken my parents
for their one and only time.  They said they enjoyed it but once was
enough. I had friends go with me and some continue going with me after many
years.  Some people just enjoy gambling and enjoy all the other things that
Las Vegas has to offer.

My cousin Jonny had an opportunity to go to Las Vegas and to bring his
family.  I hadn't really seen Jonny in many years. I tried to remember and
the best I could do was at his wedding.  He had a 12 year old boy, so that
had to be about 13 years ago that we saw each other face to face.  We had
traded emails and Christmas cards and such and even talked on the phone a
few times.

Jonny was a couple of years younger than me.  We spent time together when
families got together. We even got to play around with each other.  There
were some late night exploration going on with us and a few others.  Jonny
was not my primary person that I was paying attention to but I remember at
least one T or D game when I had to go down on him.  I don't remember him
having any pubes and he giggled so much that me sucking his dick didn't
last very long at all.

Jonny called me about advice, where to stay, what to do, what to play, what
to avoid.  I was looking for an excuse to go and his trip was when I could
get off work and go with him.  With me going, that meant that I could get
him a comp'd room and be with one of the VIPs.  The more we talked and
planned, it got to more of a family trip, and that changed the setup of the
rooms and such.  And he wanted more than just a quick weekend trip, a very
smart move.  As a result, I used some of my points and got a 3 bedroom
suite, on the Strip.  Those suites are sweet.  Nice big bedrooms, a great
living area, a full kitchen and many other amenities.

The trip involved Jonny and his wife and their boy.  Depending on the
formality of the situation, Jonathan Junior was called Jonathon or JJ.  Or
to our parents' generation, Little Jonny.  I took the big room, even though
I would have been happy with the second room.  JJ had a room to himself.
Being there for 11 nights, that setup was a lot nicer.  It gave us enough
personal space and carried on with the needs of the little family.

We did a lot of site seeing: Fountains and Pirate Ships.  Aquariums and
Circus acts.  Pyramids, castles, towers, malls, and roller coasters.  And
we worked it so that JJ wasn't stranded in a city of adult entertainment.
He spent hours in the pools, one parent and then the other would join
him. He found the prizes you get by winning the little carnival games.
When one parent would go with him, the other would go with me.  I gave a
lot of gaming instruction but they were playing like real players before
too long.

We talked about letting them have an Adult Night Out.  Let them go to a
fancy restaurant, and go see one of the great shows.  JJ and I would find
something to do while his parents were off running around without a
care. Initially, the idea didn't set well with JJ, nor his mother.  I was
just trying to be nice. As the week went on, JJ and I got to know each
other and like each other.  His mother talked to him and treated him like a
little boy.  His father was better but would have times when JJ could do
nothing right.  And I was the cool cousin.  JJ and I found out how to get
the most tickets from the games so he could get even more prizes.  And my
knowledge of the town allowed me to point us to the good things for a 12
year old boy to do.  I even managed to get him into two different pools,
awesome pools.  I also spoke to him more like a friend.  Before too long,
he and I were good buds.

The dinner and show for his parents were really pushed by JJ.  He thought
it would be great for them.  He also played a little guilt game with them
(he was good at that).  He didn't want to be the one they blamed for years
for not going to the great shows.  In anticipation of going to Las Vegas
and not having anything for him to do, they brought a portable DVD player
and a stack of DVDs.  They figured he could sit in the hotel room and watch
them until his eyes bled.  And up to that day, he hadn't watched a single
movie.  It would be a good thing for him to rest one night while his
parents partied.

We had the plan.  JJ's parents would go out.  JJ and I would hang around
the suite, watch movies, order room service, and go in the in-room hot tub,
maybe even the hot tub down by the pool.  I think JJ was more excited about
that than any other plan we had made.

JJ was a great looking kid.  A very cute boy.  Blonde hair that he got from
his mom, at least her side of the family.  I'm still not sure if she is a
natural blonde.  His hair had a few curls and flips and just made it better
looking.  His eyes were so blue that they could melt you with a stare.  His
fair skin had a bit of a tan, even with the gallons of sunscreen they
poured on him at the pool every so often.  A zit on his chin and one in the
crease of his nose were the only blemishes on him.  It was also an
indication that he had reached puberty.  And that was confirmed by him
yanking on his pit hair to demonstrate to him mom some point of him being
old enough.  The pit hair pulling would have been more appropriate in the
pool or in the room, not so much in the crowded restaurant.  He also
smelled great.  At the end of the day, his sweat had drenched him and the
preteen musk was pretty potent.

He and I did more planning as his mother prepped for hours for her night on
the town. Jonny knew the routine and he was camped out on the couch.  A
glass of whiskey on the rocks in one hand, the other hand down the front of
his pants.  The hand in the pants was something he would do as a kid.

We ordered a pizza.  I had no idea that when we ordered the large that it
was meant to feed an entire casino.  It was the biggest pizza I had ever
seen.  The kid delivering it said it can't be any bigger.  The box was
sized so that it would go through the hotel room doors.  Any bigger and you
would have to tilt the box, and the pizza may slide.  And it smelled
fantastic. I was hungry and JJ had to be even more.  I at least had the
olives and celery from the Bloody Marys from playing at the tables the last
few hours.  Jonny got yelled at as he grabbed a slice, just to taste.  His
wife scolded him that he was going to wreck his appetite before ordering
the Surf & Turf at the Steakhouse on the 55th floor.

They left us alone and we dug into the pizza.  His apple juice looked great
in the wine glass.  I can eat plenty of pizza but I couldn't keep up with
this skinny kid.  I swear I could see his belly puff out with each slice.
I teased him about his belly and he pulled off his shirt so I could see.  I
looked and I say the cutest happy trail!  It was blonde but darker than his
head hair and remarkably visible.  I got up to get more to drink and JJ
told me that I should start filling the hot tub.  And we could eat while in
the tub. I started the water running.  He looked over the selection of
DVDs.  We had reached our limits on pizza by the time the hot tub was full.
He had the DVD ready to go, and pointed the TV towards the hot tub. He was
ready for the second course.  Apparently there is a rule about having
popcorn while in a hot tub while watching DVDs.  The glasses were moved to
the tub, with the apple juice resting in the iced wine bucket.  As he put
the popcorn on the side of the tub, he pulled just a little on his jeans.
As he pulled his shirt over his head, his jeans fell off of him.  One more
pull and his underwear was left on the floor.

I watched as he got in.  I saw a flash or two of his junk.  Mostly I saw
one of the whitest butts I've ever seen.  It was tight and small, it looked
even smaller with no jeans covering it.  He was getting settled and told me
to hurry.  I didn't bother going to the bathroom, I just undressed and
pulled on my swim suit. I didn't give him much of a show but I could see in
the reflection in the window that he was watching me.  The suit was a baggy
one that I got from Bass Pro Shop.  It was a lot better to wear on the lake
than it was in a hot tub in a Vegas room.

Popcorn and drinks in place, movie starting up on the TV, belly full of
pizza, and slipping into a very hot hot tub.  A night at the steakhouse and
a Cirque du Soleil show just couldn't live up to that.

The movie was fine, nothing so childish that it was hard to watch.
However, JJ was really in the mood to talk. He wanted to hear more stories
about his Dad, and to tell me about his friends.  We sat on the bench seat
in the hot tub, he scooted up under my arm.  The feel of him against me was
as nice as the warm water swirling around. He was quiet for a few minutes
and then looked at me and said, "You can take off your swim suit.  I won't
look."

It was a good idea, for me anyway.  The suit would catch air every time we
turned the jets or bubbles on.  And with him naked, it just seemed odd. We
did have to talk about it.  I told him I was worried about what his mom
would say when she found out.  He convinced me that he would keep it all to
himself.  I smiled when I thought about the slogan, "What Happens in Vegas,
Stays in Vegas".  Getting naked in the hotel room tub probably wasn't what
they were talking about.

I stood up in the tub, JJ's eyes were already fixed on my junk.  I pulled
my suit off and other than a quick glance at my face, JJ didn't take his
eyes off of my junk.  And he said, "Wow! You got a lot of hair down there!"
So much for not looking.  I started talking to him about pubes and hitting
that phase.  I learned that he thinks he is number 2 in the pube department
at school.  Only one other boy in his PE class had more.  He wasn't real
sure how much, he only saw them a little bit in the PE showers.  He asked
me if I wanted to see his as he stood up and started to fluff them.  Darker
than his hair on his head but still blonde.  They formed a tight little V
over his dick. And I could see 2 or 3 hairs on his scrotum. Mostly because
there were water drops hanging on to those.  It looked like his dick was
hard but it still had a curve downward.  JJ spread his legs, put his hands
on his hips and leaned toward me.  My face was only a few inches from his
junk.  I could have taken a bite before he could have even reacted.

It tickled me that JJ was so anxious to show me what he had.  I wasn't even
asking or egging him on.  He was looking for compliments.  When I told him
that he had great looking dick and balls, he smiled so big that his balls
even lifted up.  I was enjoying looking as well as many thoughts were going
on in my head.  My own dick was getting harder.  JJ sat back down and his
hand came to rest on my hip.  He sneakily started to play with my pubes
with his fingers, as if I didn't notice.  It was feeling pretty good to me,
so I just let him continue.  He then went down the roster of boys he had
seen naked recently.  A few had fuzz. Some were still little boys with no
hair, and some had little bitty balls and dick and were really little boys.
He told me the joke that some think that the hair is called Public hair.
He laughed when he said he knew it was really Pub-bic.  And he pronounced
it as Pub, like an Irish bar.  I didn't correct him, and I even got saying
it his way.

I was talking when his hand went a little farther then my hair.  He touched
my dick and it interrupted my talk.  He smiled and knew that it did effect
me.  He asked me if I liked that.  I said it was nice.  And he asked me how
nice when he grabbed my boner in his grip.  It made me jump and I was at a
loss for words.  He just giggled more.

He moved it around like a video game control stick.  I didn't say a thing.
I watched his hand, and then looked at the impish excited look on his face.
I was ready for more physical play.  But just as I was really getting into
it, he moved his hand.  He twisted his body toward me and asked if I wanted
to feel him.  The head of his boner brushed my leg. I pulled my arm down
from resting on the edge of the tub.  I asked him if he was sure.  He was
biting his lip as he nodded his head.

I tenderly touched the shaft of his dick.  His moan was more like a cat's
purring.  It had been a long time since I had touched a dick of that age.
I was amazed at how soft and pliant the skin on his boner was.  And
compared to the steel-like rod underneath, it felt wonderful.  I pulled the
loose skin up and down his dick a few times.  My finger circled his dick
head and that made his legs stiffen.  I explored his boner for a few
minutes, and JJ's head leaned back and his eyes closed.  His legs couldn't
have been any wider spread and he was enjoying every little movement I
made.

My fingers started to explore his balls.  And he took that as an
opportunity to return his hand to my junk.  He went right for my balls.  I
heard him quietly say, "wow", as his hand wrapped around a ball.  I do have
some good sized balls.  I bet one of mine was the size of four of his.

When my hand would move, his hand would follow.  If I cupped both balls,
his hand did the same to me.  If I flicked his pee hole, his fingers did
the same.  I pulled gently on his pubes, I stroked his dick, my hand
grabbed all of his junk.

He whispers me to me that he can make babies.  And then asked me if I
wanted to see how.  His hand was already on his own dick, ready to start
jacking.  I told him that I could try to make him.  He was fine with that.
I started to stroke him, while underwater.  It was making waves and
splashes and water was hitting him in the face.  He didn't like that too
much and stood up.  His dick was about to hit me in the eye.  He laughed
when I said something and moved my head so that his dick did hit my face.
I tried to keep stroking him but it was an unusual angle and almost
impossible to get it done.  I stood up, so that I could sit on the side of
the tub and stroke him out of the water.  When JJ had a full view of my
dick, he just said, "kewl".  I'm not very big but it was, as he said later,
the first time he ever saw "an old hard dick".

I let him look, feel a little bit, I shook it back and forth, and he smiled
and touched me just a little.  Mostly, he was pinching his own dick.  I
wanted to get my hands back on his boner. I sat on the tub's edge and
pulled him to me.  As he sat on my lap, my boner went between his butt
cheeks.  He giggled like I was tickling him hard and fast.  He jumped, and
I pulled my boner up so that he wasn't sitting on it.  When he settled back
down, he wasn't as happy.  He leaned up and pulled my dick back down.  I
could feel his hole right up against my dick head.  And he wiggled in to
get comfortable.  He doesn't know how close I was to cumming right then.

As I started stroking him, he started asking me questions.  Like if I had
ever done this with another boy.  Or with another boy when I was his age.
Or if I ever did it with his father.  And as he was saying that he never
did it, my other hand started playing with his balls.  He pretty much shut
up after that.  It didn't take too much time when he grabbed my arm, he
didn't keep me from stroking, and his balls sucked right up inside of him.
His body started to shake and then ropes about 3 inches long started
spurting out.  A couple of ropes came to rest on my hand, the others were
floating in the hot tub water.  The scent of his cum took over the room.

JJ didn't move for a few minutes.  I could feel his heart racing and then
calming down.  I gently kept playing with his junk.  He seemed to keep
oozing cum.  And he came back to life.  He had to lick his lips and get
some moisture in his mouth in order to speak to me.  He told me how great
it felt, that it was greater than when he does it to himself, and on and
on.

I was ready for him to slide to the side and let me jack.  I pulled him to
the side and started stroking.  He looked at my hand moving and then back
to my face.  He asked me if I was going to do it too.  I nodded.  And he
asked if he could do it to me.  I nodded and took my hand off my dick.  JJ
commented about how hot, temperature-wise my dick was.  He stroked me as he
sat next to me, he stood up and jacked me, he swapped hands a couple of
times.  And it seemed like every time he would change, I was right on the
edge of shooting.  He swapped sides so that he could use his right hand and
I told him to not stop now, that I was too close.

I growled and tried to keep from shooting a little more.  I took a peek at
JJ and he was staring at my dick.  His face was so close that I thought he
might just get it in the face when I started shooting.  And then there it
was, hard full loads.  My whole body was involved.  Rope after rope spurt
out and landed in the water.  JJ made a little noise with each rope.

I had to grab his hand and make him quit stroking me when I had shot my
last rope.  I was way too sensitive to let him keep stroking me like that.
JJ moved around and stood between my legs.  His arms went around my neck.
I wrapped my arms around him, and even squeezed my legs against him.  He
was saying how great it felt and was asking me if it felt great.

I felt him shaking and I had us slide back into the water.  He sat sideways
in my lap.  He looked so comfortable, he laid his head on my shoulder.  I
played gently with his junk.  And he was still as boned up as when we
started. We both talked about it and me that he would never tell his
parents.  And he asked me about other stuff that I might have done over the
years.  I did have to admit that when I was his age, I was having fun with
boys, mostly his uncles and cousins.

Just when I was ready to get out, get cleaned up and get some clothes on,
he asked me if I would do him again.  I spun him around, got on the edge of
the tub again, and I went to work on him.  His smooth butt was rubbing on
my belly and dick.  I could feel it when he was ready to shoot again and he
put 3 more nice ropes into the water.

After a shower, he put on the hotel robe, and fell asleep in my bed as he
watched another movie.  Mom and Dad returned well after midnight.  They
were thrilled that it went well with us.  I told them of the pizza and
popcorn and movies.  We decided to let him sleep in my bed.  And Jonny even
whispered in my ear that I might even teach him a few things, like I taught
him when we were kids.