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Date: Tue, 3 Aug 2010 05:20:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: encounters with boys III

It's been a year since I did anything with this particular collection. I've
been meaning to and now that I have, I hope that it meets your approval.
Once again, these are stories from my brain, not my real life. Don't I
wish. Some of the bits a pieces are true but I won't tell you which ones or
in which stories. Just flow with it, in any manner which works for you.

Hugs,
Tag_m


Mountain Of Fun

I'd been invited to attend the July wedding of one of my closest, if not
best, friend. He and his fianc� Jessica were avid skiers and had decided to
hold the ceremony at the base lodge at one of the ski resorts that dotted
the mountain range that ran from Northern California clear up through
Washington State and into Canada. The wedding dinner however was going to
be held at the restaurant located at the summit. To get there one had to
take 2 separate ski lifts, the second one climbing at an angle that had to
be close to 50 degrees. I could manage it but I wondered about some of the
grandma's.

Like many of the quests, I was staying at the lodge, which was mostly just
a hotel 6 with faux Bavarian d�cor. On the morning of the wedding Justin
came knocking on my door about 8. He was a little keyed up but hey, it was
his wedding day. Justin and I had known each other since we were 11 and at
24 we were still close. He and I had discovered Playboy magazine together
and all of the stuff that goes along with that. While he was a straight boy
at heart he was more than willing to engage in boy play throughout his
puberty years and believe me we engaged together on a regular
basis. Needless to say boy play had meant something totally different to
me. When I finally admitted to myself that I was queer, Justin was the
first person that I told; we were 15 years old.

"Yeah, I know Colton," he said, an arm draped over my shoulder, "I was
wondering when you were going to figure it out." He kissed me on the cheek,
said he loved me no matter what and would always be there for me.

Justin had met many of the boys and then men that I dated, although men is
a sort of relative term because sometimes they tended to look young and
many of them were younger than me. He never said a word to me about the
ages of anyone I dated, even though a couple of them were under age. He
knew the difficulties of being a gay boy, God knows I'd cried on his
shoulder often enough when we were teens. He seemed to understand
completely when, at age 16, I was going out with a 22 year old college
student. Justin knew the kind of shit that gay kids went through at school
and empathized with me about how scary it was to trust another boy my own
age. It was that understanding that brought him to my door on the morning
of his wedding day.

After the usual round of "I can't believe I'm doing this" Justin got down
to the reason for such an early visit. "Look, I kind of need a favor Colt
and you're the only guy I know who can do it. Jessica has a family member
who has admitted to me that he is having some sexual identity problems. Why
he chose to tell me I don't know but he did. In any case I told him he
could talk to you, that you'd keep his secret and maybe give him some
advice or direction." I nodded my head and asked who the person might be.

"Well, I promised him that I wouldn't "out" him." I reminded Justin that
he'd outed me with the guy and Justin admitted it was true but also said
that he knew I would understand in this instance, which I did. I just
wanted to pitch him some shit. "In any case, he knows who you are and may
or may not approach you. The one thing I have to say about it though is
that you can trust him completely, no matter what." Well now, that seemed a
little more cryptic that I generally like and the expression my face must
have registered that.

"What I'm saying, among other things, is that he might want you to,
ahh... show him some stuff, ya know?" He must have read my thoughts because
he said he wasn't giving me permission to, if that's how it felt, just
giving me a heads up which I assumed tied in with the "trust him completely
statement. I nodded my head, we were on the same page.

So it was that I found myself scanning the throng of people milling around
the gardens and outside chapel area where the ceremony was going to take
place, wondering who Justin had been talking about. Because he and Jessica
were so athletic a great many of their friends were athletic as well so the
term "tight body" was very apt. They were a comely lot as well, men and
women alike, so doing a little fantasizing helped stave off the boredom of
standing around waiting for things to happen. There were some very hot
prospects, guys that didn't have a girl on their arm, and there was one
extremely cute and hunky thing that I was all but staring at when a voice
beside me said,

"Excuse me, Colt." I turned to see Kyler standing there, Justin's future
brother in law. I'd met the boy on a plenty of occasions, not the least of
which was during some of the "all age" touch football games that we got
going during the spring. Kyler was a very cute boy who was about 3 inches
shorter than my 5'9. Dark brown hair usually worn a little scruffy, that
day it was brushed back neatly. He had a smattering of freckles around his
nose with large brown eyes that reflected his genuine intelligence. He
looked quite dashing in his tux.

"I hope you're not mad at me cuz Justin asked me to be his best man. I
mean, I know you guys are like best friends." Kyler's voice was still
slightly high pitched and struggling for some base tone.

"No, not at all Kyler," I said with a smile, then leaned in to him in a
conspiratorial manner, "honestly, I don't like standing up in front of
crowds so in a way you saved me." He smiled, clearly relieved.

"Are you going up to the summit for dinner?" I shrugged my shoulders. While
I said that I could manage the dizzying ride, I didn't relish it. "I'm not
going, I'm acrophobic," he said. It was clear that he was embarrassed by
that admission. I put my hand on his shoulder,

"I understand, I get a little anxious myself." He smiled again, a really
nice smile I might add.

"If you don't go maybe we can hang out," he responded, a slight hint of
hope in his voice. I said sure, he said see ya later, and headed off while
I went back to scanning the crowd. It wasn't long before I spied a really
hot looking blond guy who looked to be in his late teens. He happened to
make eye contact with me and nodded his head. A few minutes later he headed
toward me and as I watched him it seemed that he might be a little light in
the heels. As he got closer he seemed to get younger and I pegged him at
about 16 or 17 years old.

"You're Colton, Justin's friend," he said, making a statement not a
question. I nodded my head and he introduced himself as Harrison. "Justin
said that I might be able to talk with you after dinner some time. You are
staying the night aren't you?" I nodded my head and he said "good" and that
he was looking forward to seeing me later. As he walked off I checked out
his ass and decided that more investigative time would be an excellent
idea.

Over the next half hour a few other guys seemed to be checking me out, or
it's quite possible they just wondered who I was. Jessica's family was very
well to do and ran in a different crowd that I did so perhaps it was just
that I was an unknown. A few more people introduced themselves and then the
ceremony began so I sat down and observed. Afterwards another kid came over
and introduced himself, and once again said that Justin had told him that
we had some things in common that perhaps we could talk about later. I
nodded my head and said that would be fine.

Finally, after some toasts under a large canopy those who were going up to
the summit for dinner headed toward the first ski lift and the rest of us
headed to cars to go home or the lodge to change clothes.

"Hey Colt." I turned to see Kyler heading toward me. I waited for him to
catch up then resumed walking. "What are you gonna do for the rest of
afternoon?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Got no plans," I said. He asked if I wanted to
take an easy hike so I said sure. We went to our respective rooms, changed,
then met in the lobby and headed out. Like me, Kyler was dressed in cargo
jeans, t-shirt and sneakers. Amongst other things I noticed that the kid
was wearing a size 10 shoe which seemed a little out of place on a narrow
and short frame. We made idle chatter as we walked, sometimes side by side
and other times single file, me following. I couldn't help but admire the
boys' slender butt, the globes held in place nicely by the pants.

After a good 20 minutes on a trail where we didn't see another soul Kyler
headed off on a steep hillside. I assumed he was following a trail but I
couldn't really discern it. I asked him if he knew where he was going and
he said he did, to trust him. The trail steepened but being completely
surrounded by fir and cedar trees there were plenty of supports. The trail
seemed to level out a little bit then angle up again, the incline requiring
the use of tree limbs and brush to get up.  All of sudden we came out onto
a small clearing not much larger than your average bathroom, and we were
looking out on a deep mountain valley that seemed to go on for miles and
there wasn't a building in sight, or a road, or any other sign of
civilization.

"Cool huh," he said. Indeed it was. We must have traveled around the
backside of one of the mountains that surrounded the lodge.

"This is magnificent," I told him and thanked him for showing it to me. The
day was perfectly clear and despite the elevation the temperature had to be
hovering in the low 80's.

"I love coming up here, even in the winter although it's a lot harder of a
climb." I imagined it was. We were quiet for a moment and what Kyler was
thinking I didn't have a clue but I was thinking what a great place it
would be to have sex. I was kind of an outdoor person in that regard. I'd
had sex outside in a whole bunch of different environments but nothing like
this.

"What are you thinking," Kyler asked softly. I looked sideways to where he
was sitting on the moss covered ground.

"Honestly?" He nodded his head.

"I was thinking about how cool it would be to have sex up here." He smiled,
crystal white perfectly straight teeth almost blinding in the summer sun.

"I know, I've thought that too." I nodded my head in understanding and as I
turned back to the view he added, "I did yesterday." My head all but
snapped back to him. I arched and eyebrow while thinking that the kid was a
little player. He certainly had the looks for that's for damn sure. I just
wondered where he gotten the girl from, although there were plenty of them
his age at the wedding.

"Really?" I said.

"Well, sort of, I mean, I was by myself." He got a rather sheepish look on
his face and I doubt could have looked more sheepish if I'd actually caught
him in the act.

"Sweet. It's a terrific place for it that's for sure," I said, turning my
head back to the view again. We sat there quietly and while I was looking
at the view I could tell out of the corner of my eye that Kyler was
watching me.

"I think I'm gay," he practically blurted out. Justin said I could talk to
you about it." I nodded my head, my brain going a zillion miles an
hour. Kyler was the last person that I'd have thought that Justin had been
referring to although I don't know why I would have thought that. Now the
conversation that morning made perfect sense; the "you can trust him
completely no matter what," for instance.

"So, tell me what's on your mind Kyler." He did exactly that. He shared all
the concerns, the fears, the self doubt, the second thoughts, the beating
himself up; everything. But, he didn't cry and he didn't whine and I didn't
butt in, just nodded my head from time to time. Finally he heaved a big
sigh and sort of sagged where he was sitting. I gave him a moment then
added my two cents worth which included my own struggles and how I worked
through them. I told him my first real boyfriend was a guy that was six
years older than I was. That perked his head up a little bit.

"I think that's kind of what I want, at least for now." He was quiet for a
second the added, "I guess what I really want is to have sex, guy sex, ya
know. I want to see what that's like. I've sort of dreamed about it and,
well, jacked off thinking about it but that's it." I nodded my head. I told
him that finding an older guy shouldn't be too much of a problem but he
just needed to be careful. He agreed completely, said that worried him
too. Then he dropped the bomb.

"Well, I was sort of hoping that maybe you could be my first, uhmm,
experience Colton." I looked at him, saw the nervousness, the fear of being
rejected or worse, laughed at. "You said this was a great spot for it," he
said with a smile and a tone of voice that was slightly blaming, for lack
of a better word. I was at a bit of a loss. Now that it was out on the
table I wasn't sure how to proceed. It seemed a bit crass to just rip our
clothes off and go at it, whatever "at it" might mean.

"What exactly did you have in mind Kyler?" He shrugged his shoulders then
said, touching, kissing maybe, sucking definitely, although he didn't think
he was quite ready for fucking. I nodded my head then reached over and put
my hand on his neck and gently pulled. The boy didn't resist and our lips
met about half way. The first few kisses were the short, peck type of
kisses but after four of those I kept my lips pressed against his and moved
them a little bit and he followed suit. Before I knew it Kyler turned,
moved to his knees and put his hands on my shoulders as if to prevent me
from leaving which of course was about the furthest thing from my mind.

I let the hand on his neck slide down to his back and rubbed gently then
pulled him to me. What happened was that he draped himself across my lap as
though he was a baby being held. My other hand moved quickly to support him
as we continued to kiss although both our mouths and moved to a more open
position and his arms went around my neck. I used both hands to move him
onward, twisting my body at the same time to that Kyler ended up on his
back alongside of me. We continued to kiss while my hand moved down over
his chest then onto his hip and down his thigh a little bit. The boy
automatically moved his legs open a little further and on the return upward
I rubbed on his inner thigh and slid my fingers inside the leg of his
shorts a little bit then kept on moving, pressing, and stopping on his
crotch. I could feel the firmness of him.

We continued to kiss, my hand continued to move, up underneath his t-shirt
and onto the warm, firm flesh of his upper belly and then his chest. He
finally stopped kissing me and turned his head to the side and sucked in an
inordinate amount of oxygen. I rubbed up to his nipples, did a pass over
each one of them, then traced the crease between them back down to the
waistband of his shorts where my finger crept underneath. My fingertips hit
the waistband of his underwear almost immediately and I slipped beneath
those as well although not very far. I rubbed from side to side as I came
back out and went back to his crotch and discovered that, most likely, he
was full on boned up.

Kyler turned his head back and looked at me through half lidded eyes then
put his mouth against mine, wide open this time and we started kissing
again. His tongue pushed into my mouth in a tentative search for my tongue,
found it and began pushing against it and at the same time I unsnapped his
shorts and pulled the zipper down. I quickly ran my hand around the waist
and pushed, Kyler lifting his butt up off the mossy ground to allow me to
get the shorts down past his play area. When his butt returned to earth I
put my hand on his crotch again and felt the soft cotton of briefs and the
hard flesh of cock. I pressed my palm into his dick and my fingers moved in
a circular motion against his balls and in that process I felt the leg of
boxer briefs.

Kyler broke the kiss again but this time turned his head toward my body
which opened up his neck and ear, two of my favorite boy hot spots. I
kissed him softly on the crook of his neck and the boy shivered. I wrapped
my fingers around his rigid cock and squeezed up and down its length,
judging his size and he shivered again. He felt respectable enough. I
continued to present his neck with little kisses while my fingers slipped
underneath the waistband of his underwear, raised the elastic to allow
better access then slipped in far enough to once again grasp onto his stone
hard pride and joy, reveling once again in the warmth of his flesh and
hardness of it. Kyler gasped in response to this first groping of his boy
stuff. I felt his moss, letting my fingers trail back and forth through the
small patch of hair then moved upward and felt around his swollen head my
fingertips finding the dampness of his arousal.

I let go, moved my hand to the side once again and tugged. Kyler lifted his
butt off the mossy bed and I quickly maneuvered his briefs down to his
knees then moved them, and his shorts down to his ankles. When he lowered
himself again Kyler allowed his legs to splay open as far as they could
naturally go. I smiled inwardly. There was just something about being hard
and having your legs spread as far as they could go. I guess it was about
making sure that everything was accessible as possible. I sucked the boys
soft neck quickly then moved my body enough so that when I turned my head I
could easily see all that made him a boy.

Seeing a young teen naked and hard, or even soft for that matter, was
always exhilarating but seeing a boy for the first time was just plain
exciting. Knowing that a boy was being viewed thusly for the first time in
his life by someone other than himself just put me over the top. I turned
my head.

I was looking down at a perfect boy and I don't mean just his crotch but
everything from the crown of his head to his toes. I pushed his shirt up to
neck and just stared at him. Lean and taut, his belly went downward then
sloped gently into his pubic bone, the creases of his hips accentuating
what came next. He was larger than I would have expected, larger and
thicker. Easily six and a half, perhaps seven, inches of boy cock quivered
in the air, proud and firm above his belly. The underside of the head was
red tinted, all of the angles of the rim curved.

I watched as blood pulsed through the shaft causing it to jerk slight with
heartbeat. The patch of hair underneath the base was a light black in
color, old enough to have curl to it but not yet thick enough to block the
light colored flesh from which it sprouted. I grew about and inch up his
pubic bone and a little less than that on each side and had started its
encroachment onto his sac.

The sac. Totally free of any hair except that which I just mentioned, his
balls hung fairly low between pale creamy thighs, the weight of them
pulling out all of the wrinkles except at the very top where it began it's
hang from the base of his cock.

"You're unbelievably beautiful," I whispered. I reached out and cupped his
nuts which got me a sharp inhalation of breath. They were warm and soft in
my hand. I set them back down gently that took hold of Kyler's cock,
squeezed and stroked upwards as I leaned in closer. I inhaled deeply,
taking in the heady fragrance of a young teenage boy, admired the single,
large glistening drop of precum that I'd forced up out of the tube.  My
tongue snaked out and took the boy honey from his slit and I savored it for
a moment before I opened wide and took him in.

I felt Kyler's body stiffen then relaxed as I began giving the first, long
awaited, blow job of his life. I continued to stroke him using only my
thumb and index finger while the rest of my fingers pushed and played with
his balls. I put my face all the way down against his body and felt his
cock head against my throat muscles which earned another gasp. I knew that
the boy wouldn't last very long, what boy does, and paid close attention to
his breathing, noticing that it was becoming faster. Just about the time I
decided to stop he said he was close to cumming so I took him out of my
mouth and jacked him off. I loved how his balls moved up and down with the
motion of my hand, the skin almost staying in place but the eggs inside
moving.

All of a sudden Kyler grunted, I felt his cock thicken against my fingers
then watched a little streak of sperm fly out and land above his belly
button. The next squirt was more of a glob that burped out, barely cleared
my fingers and fell on his pubic bone. My eyes went to his face and watched
the intense play of emotions that played across the blemish free landscape,
his mouth partially open in awe of what his body was feeling. I felt the
next emergence of his cum slide down over my fingers, the stroking motion
causing it to sort hang for a moment then get bucked off. The show was over
and I slowed way down, getting a little more residue but wanting to keep
some semblance of feeling going for Kyler, knowing those afterglow feelings
very well.

I finally let go of his cock, licked his sperm from my fingers then cupped
his sac, tugged lightly on it, then continue to feel him up for a
moment. The boy lay there with his eyes closed and his belly rising and
falling fairly rapidly but in a second it began to slow and a moment later
he opened his eyes. He gave me a slow lazy smile and exhaled somewhat
forcefully.

"That...was...fucking...incredible." I said I was glad he liked it. "I
really like kissing. I could lay here and kiss you for hours." I told him I
felt the same way. "Can I do some stuff for you too Colt?" I nodded my head
then he said he needed to clean the cum off first. I rolled over and pulled
a couple of large leaves off a Salmon berry bush and handed them to him. He
went about it as though he were wiping a baby's ass, including the facial
expression. That always amazed me. Before cumming and even during it guys
are pretty well fascinated by their sperm but after we cum it becomes
something much less interesting, and often times, close to disgusting.

When he was done Kyler managed to get his shorts and underwear off then
reached over and rubbed at the front of my shorts which were bulging
out. He commented on how hard it felt and how big it felt. He unbuckled my
belt, unbuttoned then unzipped me and pulled the flats of my shorts open to
reveal a pair of silk boxers in purple and gray vertical stripes. He
reached in and grasped onto me through the fabric then asked if I could
take them down, which I did.

"Oh my gosh," he exclaimed when he'd freed up just about eight thick inches
of stone hard man cock. "It's so beautiful Colt. I love looking at guys
dicks, and their balls. With that said he grasped onto me and squeezed up
and down the length then moved his hand down to cup my nuts. "You shave
don't you?" I nodded my head and he commented on how soft my balls were. I
told him his felt the same way. "I want to try and suck you," he said, his
voice deepening again. I didn't bother to answer because one was needed.

Kyler leaned over and opened his mouth and took my swollen head inside. I
closed my eyes and reveled in the feeling of his hand and mouth, warmth
emanating from both. To his credit Kyler covered his lips before he started
to suck and he tried to stoke me at the same time but like many boys with
their initial sexual encounters they concentrated on one thing at a
time. The boy gave it a good shot though despite the fact that my cock head
filled his mouth. He bobbed there for almost a minute-another-kudo for
him-before he had to stop, saying that his mouth was sore. He did keep on
jacking me off however and in the interest of helping him out I reached
down to pull on my sac, one of those things that I love.

"How long does it take for you to cum," he asked, his enthusiasm seeming to
wan.

"It can take awhile. How about I get me there and you can finish it off?"
He nodded his head so that's what I did. I also reached down between us and
played with his dick, which was still ragingly hard. I finally got there,
told him to take over and as I came told him to hold me tighter. He did and
I squirted, a good five jets of sperm that landed on my upper belly, the
fifth one actually oozing out and followed by another three oozes which ran
down over Kyler's fingers and dripped into my fuzz.

He finally let go, gently laying my cock down, which I thought was a nice
gesture. He commented on the amount of sperm I made, wondering out loud if
he'd ever make that much. I assured him he would. It more than two leaves
to get me cleaned up and since Kyler was still hard as a rock I asked him
if he wanted to cum again and of course he nodded his head with enthusiasm,
what boy wouldn't. We kissed some more, lying there with our bodies pressed
against each other. I ran my hand down over his butt, squeezing and
kneading the wondrous flesh, wondering if I'd every get to put my face in
there, or even my cock. I ended up sucking his dick until he came,
squirting a small amount of sperm into my hungry mouth.

When it was over and we were getting dressed Kyler asked if we could do
some more stuff together. "My room has a door into the room next to me," he
said with excitement, "maybe it's empty and you could switch into it." I
gave that some thought and wondered how Justin might perceive that but
really knowing how he would view it. I didn't think anyone else in the
group would notice at all. I voiced my concerns then said,

"Well, we can see, it doesn't hurt to ask." Kyler hugged me tightly then we
headed back down to the lodge.


Cherry Boy

I'd been riding non-stop for almost an hour in 80 plus degree weather. I
was on a somewhat narrow, curvy country road that seemed to go nowhere in
particular although I knew that it ended somewhere. There had been little
traffic, only a few cars or beat up farm pick up trucks. My ass was sore
and I needed to piss but there hadn't been any shoulder to speak of so
there was no place to pull over. The road wound through foot hills and
along side picturesque valleys and while I could see farms and farm houses
scattered here and there, driveways or private roads were few and far
between.

During my 6 hour ride that had started about 10 that morning I had come
across a number of little mom and pop stands that sold fresh fruit and
vegetables often grown in their own garden's but sometimes bought cheap
from the orchards or huge commercial farms that populated half of the
state.

So, rest and piss, rest and piss, was pretty much dominating my thinking,
as I kicked the bike down to 4th gear to negotiate an "S" curve, according
to the yellow road sign. Just before I came out the other end I passed a
large chunk of plywood with the words "Cherry's ahead" roughly painted in
bright red on it. The ersatz sign was propped up against a bush on the side
of the road. Sure enough, 100 feet past the sign there was a small stand
sitting at the back of a small turn out, a similar sign tied to the back of
an old, rung back kitchen chair. The stand was a small folding table with
an old blue plastic tarp held in place by an aluminum frame at the front
end and tied to the mirror and bed of an old '52 5 window "Jimmy".

I downshifted quickly, the pipes popping, and pulled off the macadam onto
the hard packed dirt. Two huge Harlequin Great Dane trotted over to greet
me, tails wagging and tongues hanging out. There was a spot of shade toward
the tailgate of the truck and it was there that I dropped the kickstand and
shut the bike down. The dogs braced each side of me, sticking their big
heads in close for a pat, which I gave them.

"Out," a slightly high pitched voice commanded and the dogs backed off
immediately and sat 10 feet away watching me as their owner was stepping
out of the head high reeds that grew at the edge of the small turn out. A
tow headed boy, maybe 13, possibly 14 stepped onto the dirt and headed
toward me.

"Howdy," he called out, the w almost non-existent. The boy was about 5'5 or
so, dressed in well worn dungarees, a more well worn hickory shirt with the
sleeves cut off and cowboy boots that looked like they'd reached the end of
their road but I suspected fit the boy like a glove. As he approached I
could see the ice blue of his eyes, lips just a few shades lighter than the
cherries he was peddling, and a perfectly clear, albeit nicely tanned,
complexion.

"Hey," I offered back as I stepped off the bike.

"That there's a mighty fine looking motor bike," he said in a sort of
drawl. The appreciation for machinery was very evident in the sparkle of
those incredible eyes and slight smile on his lips. I stretched, then
pulled a bottle of water from the saddle bag and drank heavily as the boy
walked around the bike, nodding at the chrome and custom paint. He was a
really cute kid. His, overdo for a cut, mop of blond hair almost hanging in
his eyes helped enhance his looks instead of detracting from them.

"Wanna buy some cherries," he said when he was done looking.

"Maybe but what I really need is to take a leak." I swear to god the boy
looked right at my crotch, lingered for just a moment, then looked at me.

"Well I was just thinking on takin a piss m'self," he said, "so come on
I'll show you where." But first he turned to the dogs. "Boys, post," he
commanded and the dogs sprang into action, one sitting between my bike and
the road, the other one going around the truck and, I assumed, sitting on
the opposite side of the little fruit stand. "Come on," he said so I
followed him to where he'd come out of the reeds.

 He parted the tall green strands and told me to be careful and to step all
the way through and not wade in else it would break the reeds and show that
there was a trail there. I watched as he took a large step through then
followed him. He squeezed past me and made sure the grasses were back in
place then squeezed past me again, this time putting his hand firmly on my
ass. "Follow me," and follow him I did, admiring the swell and sway of his
slender butt.

I heard the babbling of brook and a moment later we came to it, a little
clearing alongside a stream that was running over rocks into what looked
like a nice sized pool then flowing out the other side. Off to one side was
another blue tarp draped over a rope that was tied to a pair of Alder trees
creating a tent. Underneath it were a couple of air mattresses, rolled up
sleeping bags, a lantern and a cooler and a still damp bath towel hung from
a stump of a tree branch. He went past the sleeping area to a spot
alongside the creek at the lower end of the little clearing and beckoned me
over.

"We piss in the water and not on the land." Without hesitation he began to
unbutton his jean, looked at me and smiled. "Come on over here long side
me. I ain't gonna bit ya." Its not often that one gets an invite to hang
his dick out alongside of a cute young teenage boy that's doing the same
thing. They're generally quite shy about that sort of thing. I stood next
to him and quickly unbuttoned and unzipped and as I was reaching in to pull
my cock out over the top of my underwear the boy shoved his jeans down and
pulled his shirt up. I understood then why he wasn't shy. He looked to see
if I was looking and smiled when he saw the expression on my face.

"Name's Caleb," he said. I nodded my head and went about shoving my jeans
and underwear down then pulling my shirt up out of the way. Turn about was
fair play and boy looked at my dick without even trying to look like he
wasn't.

"Andy," I replied. I started to piss almost immediately while nothing came
out of Caleb's uncircumcised hose. Yes, I said hose because that's what it
was. Arching outward from his flat pubic bone, not hanging, was at least 8
inches of cock possibly more. It looked so unnatural on his thin frame as
to be unbelievable and it made his balls looks small.

"That's a fine looking dick ya got there Andy," Caleb said with as much
appreciation as he'd shown my bike. I told him he was sporting a mighty
fine cock himself. The boy chuckled and said, "Muh pappy says I'm hung like
a stud horse. Of course so is he, and my brothers." I continued to pour
water while Caleb remained drip free but it seemed as if he were starting
to get hard. Then he surprised me.

"Ya can touch it if'n ya want, I don't mind a'tall. Course, I'd like to
return the favor."

"What about your stuff." I said nodding toward the road. "And I don't
really want to leave my bike unattended." He waved his hand in a dismissive
manner.

"Jeb and Jubal kin take care of that. Those ole boys'll tear up anything,
man or beast, that even looks like touching my stuff or yours but afore
that they'll bark like the dickens to let me know if anybody stops. Hell I
come down here and beat mah meat purty near ever day I'm out here selling,"
he said with a grin. "Sides, you're the only person been by in hear an
hour."

"Confederate generals," I said. Caleb nodded and winked. I was referring of
course to the dogs, named after Jeb Stuart and Jubal Early.

"You know your history," he said. I finally stopped pissing and shook
myself off. Meanwhile Caleb's cock was still in the wind and had risen to
be just about perpendicular to his slender body. He turned to face me,
looked directly at my cock which had also started to rise. He moved closer
and, using his hips, wagged his cock back and forth as if trying to engage
my cock in some sword play, something that I hadn't seen since I was his
age.

I looked at his moss, a nice little patch of sandy blond hair that was
restricted mostly to the base of his pride and joy. "Ya know, ah might'nt
mind suckin that thang, if'n ya don't mind that is. I haven't had a dick in
my mouth for some time."

This was about as bizarre an experience as I'd ever had in my life. I might
have expected it had I been in the Ozarks or the Smokies or the blue ridge
some where but this was the west coast for Christ's sake. My cock reached
it's full length of about 7� inches but wasn't fully hardened. Caleb
reached out and took hold of my dick and began to stroke me, clearly he'd
done it before. It felt good, I couldn't help but want to feel his so
reached out and took hold of him, reveled in the thickness of such a young
boy, the warmth of him. I skinned his foreskin a couple of times before he
let go of me and dropped to his knees. He took hold of my cock, pulled it
down and licked the precum off the head before putting it into his mouth.

I looked down at him, taken in by his beauty and the serene look on his
smooth face as he took at least half of me in his mouth before backing
off. Lower still, I saw his hand working his monstrous cock in a slow
repetitive stroking motion. He kept up on me for a solid minute before he
stopped and when he did, he pressed his face against my crotch alongside my
balls and inhaled deeply. Finally standing up he said,

"Gawd damn but ah love that smell," a huge grin on his face. He nodded down
in the direction of his dick.  "Ya wanna give it a go?" I had nothing to
lose although I was a little concerned about his hygiene but hey, I'd
sucked my share of sweaty cocks before. I knelt before him and without
ceremony took him into my mouth. Quite the contrary to being musky I picked
up a very faint odor of Irish Spring along with the scent of a growing
boy. With one hand on his cock and the other on his balls I began to suck
Caleb's dick, sliding the foreskin over the head and sucking it into a
nipple before drawing it back behind the head again, my lips replacing the
natural covering.

"Oh yeah, ya done this before Andy, ah kin tell." I wondered just how much
experience this youngster had under his belt, no pun intended, but decided
it didn't matter much. He was a more than fine specimen of boyhood and I
wanted to focus on him for jack off purposes later on. Caleb put his hands
gently on the sides of my head and began to move slowly in short strokes,
fucking his young cock into my mouth. He finally pulled away from me and
stood up while he pulled his t-shirt off revealing a very well defined body
for a boy his age. I assumed that reflected a great deal of hard work
around a farm.

"I've a mind to git nekkid," he said as he crooked a knee and began to take
off a boot. I asked about his family, wondering more specifically about his
father and uncles, as images of Deliverance ran through my brain. He gave
me the dismissal wave again and said his pa and brothers were gone on a
buying trip and wouldn't be back til this time the next day. By then the
other boot had come off and he had shoved his jeans to the ground, kicking
them off to stand fully naked before me. He was a God.

Caleb's body almost looked gym toned, everything but his crotch a golden
tan color. His chest was bulked up slightly, the creases beneath and
between the pectoral muscles very clearly defined. The definition continued
downward to a 6 pak, the edges of the muscles arcing downward and
eventually creating a classic V that culminated all that made him a
boy. His cock was fully hardened, the red tinted head poking out from
beneath his foreskin which was also red at the tip. Despite being as hard
as it probably ever got, the thing weighed to much to stand fully upright
instead pointing upward about half way between his belly and what it would
have been if standing straight out from his slender body.

What the fuck. I pulled my shirt off then bent and untied my riding boots,
got them off along with my socks then pulled the left pant leg up to reveal
a small pistol in an ankle holster.

"Looks like a Walther," the boy said and I nodded my head as I unstrapped
the holster and lay it on my shirt. My pants and boxers quickly followed
suit, lying on top of the pistol and I stood before the Caleb as naked as
he was. He looked me over, appraising me.

"What say we lay down," and without waiting for an answer he walked over to
his sleeping area, bent over and hauled the sleeping bags off of the air
mattress. I admired his balls as they hung in the air below the wrinkled
muscle of his hole. If he cared one whit that he was showing me his most
secret spot it sure wasn't noticeable. I saw then that it wasn't an air
mattress but 2 of them stacked on each other for he pulled one off and lay
it next to the other one then quickly covered it with a sleeping bag then
looked at me.

"This oughtta do us fine." I agreed and walked over to join him, lying down
along side the boy. "How do ya think we oughtta go about this?" I shrugged
my shoulders and asked him he usually went about it and he laughed. "Well I
usually get to suckin then sometimes fuckin, depends on who I'm with."

"Have you ever tried kissing," I asked him. The expression on his smooth
tanned face said that he'd never considered such a thing.

"I'll give it a try if'n ya wanna teach me," he said. We were lying facing
each other so I gently pushed on his chest to motion him onto his back. The
kid was solid as a rock. He went though and I propped myself up on an elbow
above him then lowered my face toward his. His eyes stayed open until the
last moment and then I kissed him, an easy light pressured kiss. I backed
off then did it again, barely brushing my lips against his. The third time
I pressed a little harder and moved my lips. Caleb's mouth remained
motionless for a moment then he started to move his soft lips against
mine. Less than 20 seconds later we were both mouth wide open. My hand
trailed up and down his chest, brushed a nipple, moved down to the outside
of his thigh then back up on the inside. I stopped to cup and tug at his
balls at the same time I thrust my tongue into his open mouth. Caleb's arms
went around my back and my shoulders and he held on as though he thought I
might leave him. His hand slid down onto my butt to knead and squeeze and I
heard a low moan escape from somewhere deep in his throat. I finally broke
the kiss in order to get in a large gulp of air, Caleb did the same.

"Sweet fucking baby Jesus you know how to get a boy all het up Andy. I'm
hotter'n a pancake griddle." I lowered my head and kissed him again but the
next time I broke it off I went for the soft crook of his neck and heard
him moan loudly. "Goddayam you make me wanna cum right now," he whispered
in my ear. Making that boy cum was my intended goal.

I quit sucking on his neck and moved down to suck a nipple. He was taken
completely by surprise and arched his body in response to the intense
feelings that were ripping through his young body. He relaxed back onto the
mattress. I suckled Caleb's nipple for a moment then moved further down,
meeting the end of his cock just about his belly button. I turned my head
to look the thing in the eye then snaked my tongue out to clean off the
shiny liquid that was pretty much covering the tip of his cock and the
foreskin that still had the head practically covered. I gripped onto the
thick shaft and put my mouth over the end, foreskin and all before skinning
it back and proceeded to suck the boy off.

For all of the experience that Caleb seemed to have, he was still a boy and
still didn't have a great deal of experience and staving off an orgasm. He
still got hot pretty easily and he still came with little to no warning. I
continued to maintain a tight grip on his cock as I stroked the oversized
hunk of teenage flesh and I continue to exert as much pressure with my lips
as I could. My tongue kept swiping at his piss slit and cleaning off the
sticky precum as fast as it leaked out. Beneath me Caleb was moaning softly
and thrusting his narrow hip up and down in tandem with my movement.

"Oh shit fuck," he moaned and I quickly took my head away and jacked him
off, working to keep his foreskin down so that his exiting sperm wasn't
blocked by anything. Still it didn't shoot very far and I suspected that
he'd already been down to the creek that day to "beat his meat." Still he
burped out three fairly good sized globs of cum and after those offerings
continued to oozed the stuff in globs of sperm that was floating in a sea
of semen. When he's slowed down considerable I put my mouth back over the
spongy head and went back to sucking him, licking up as much boy honey as
continue to leak out. The feeling finally got to intense and he gently
pushed my head away. I quickly got to my knees and began to jack off. I was
close enough that Caleb could reach out and fondle my balls as I brought my
self to the edge of orgasm and all but leapt over it.

My first offering shot out onto the boys' chest leaving a 6 inch streak of
white from just beyond his far nipple to a spot a couple inches below
it. Before the second squirt could eject Caleb put his hand over my cock
head and as my sperm oozed into it he began squeezing it, rubbing my cum
into my flesh. It felt weird then ultra sensitive. The boy continued to
keep his hand there until he felt that I was finished then put his hand to
his mouth and began licking my cum from it.

I finally let go of my dick but fondled my balls, gently scratching or
tugging at the freshly emptied eggs. Caleb seemed invested in getting every
drop of my sperm from his hand and fingers then proclaimed it was mighty
fine tasting juice, better'n his brothers' or his pappy's. Why I should
have been surprise at that incestual revelation I have no idea.

"All that kissin stuff seems more fun that just a suck n fuck," he said
with a smile. "I could get to lik'in that. Makes me think about havin you
fuck my ass." In the post orgasmic dysthymia that I was feeling I began
thinking about my unattended motorcycle, despite Caleb's confidence in his
dogs. I voiced my thoughts, Caleb seemed to understand and began quickly
wiping our sperm from his body.

I got dressed with the boy following quickly. When I asked for something to
drink he went over to the creek and pulled out gallon jug of water and
handed it to me then put it back when I was done. We headed back up the
trail and when we parted the grasses the dogs were still in the same spots
but had turned to see us, tails wagging.

We no sooner got there and a car went by, hit the brakes and made a quick
turn into the spot at the far end. A family of 5 got out, did some
stretching and came over to the table. They asked if Caleb had any water or
soda's for sale and the kid reached down to a cooler that was beneath his
table and pulled out a bottle.

"Two bucks," he said to the man who seemed glad to pay it. I found out
afterwards that Caleb's dad got it by the case at Wal-Mart for about a half
a buck a bottle and changed the label's. After the family piled back in
their car and left Caleb asked if I'd be interested in staying the night at
his camp site.

"I bet we could have one hell of a time Andy," he said with a smile. I
still had about a 2 hour ride before I got home but I hadn't eaten much and
was beginning to get hungry. If I was going to play with this youngster for
any length of time I'd need to build my strength up.

"I don't know Caleb, I need to eat dinner or something."

"Well," he said, drawing the word out, "there's gas station and diner
yonder about 6, 8 mile where this road meets route 418, food's right
tolerable." I thought about it for a moment.

"What about you, what are you going to eat?" He said he had plenty of cold
foods in another cooler by the creek.

"How about you ride up to the diner with me," I suggested. He fidgeted a
bit and I figured that he probably didn't have the money to spend. "I'll
stand you dinner." He seemed to consider that.

"Well, I ain't never rid a motor bike," he said, his mouth spread in what I
was considering was a signature grin. "Ya got a deal."


One Little Indian Boy

I actually see this boy once in a while. In real life he's 19 but I was so
taken with his looks and stature I had to do a story so imagined him at
13-14. I have not seen him naked nor have I had any sexual contact with him
nor will I ever have. This is only a story and one that I hope you enjoy

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I had just gassed up outside of
Ephrata in I-90. Coming from Kalispell where I'd been visiting friends and
doing some fishing on Flathead, I was headed toward home. Well part of
home, because I had two, places I stayed that is. The place that I was
headed was the family farm on the Snohomish river. 476 acres of farmland
and fields with the requisite horses, cattle and cats and dogs. The other
place was a two bedroom house in the Montlake area, a short hop from the UW
medical center, where I lived most of the time while I was attending
medical school at the University of Washington. I was currently on summer
break and relishing every bit of it. I had big plans to do nothing;
absolutely nothing for the next month and with my parents, as well as my
own, money that would be very easy. Oh, I had promised my family that I'd
do some work around the ranch, and I would, but not before I'd gotten in
some solid relaxation.

It was about 4 in the afternoon and I was looking forward to being home in
a little over 3� hours and I'm sure that Snookie was as well. Snookie,
Snook or Snooks for short, was my best buddy. A 5 year old Hovawart, he was
loyal, protective, loving and laid back, the perfect dog for me. I'd gotten
him as a 6 week old pup when I was discharged from the Navy and trained him
myself. I took him everywhere with me.

I was 200 feet from the westbound onramp when I saw a car that had come off
the freeway stop at the bottom of the ramp with a turn signal on. The
passenger door opened and a guy got out, quickly closed the door, then ran
across the 4 lane road to the onramp, where I was about to turn.

The guy, it looked like a guy, stopped about ten feet up the ramp and
waited. Clearly he was hitchhiking. I didn't generally pick up hitchhikers
and not for any particular reason. Much of my generation thumbed everywhere
although I'd never had a need or desire to do so. Sure enough as I started
to turn, the obligatory arm went out and an interesting arm it was. It was
in a cast, at least what I could see for most of it was covered by the arm
of the jacket he was wearing, and yes it was a he. A fairly young he at
that. As I slowed to stop just short of where he stood I noticed a number
of things.

Clearly he was a native boy, he couldn't have been older than 14 and that
on a good day, he indeed had a cast on his right arm and it looked as
though there might have been some bandages on his left hand.  Oh, did I
mention that he was as cute as any boy I'd ever seen anywhere.

I stopped and he stepped toward the door then stopped because Snookie was
right there wanting to introduce himself.  I told the dog to stand down
then jumped out and ran around to the other side and opened the door for
the boy then took the pack that was slung over his right shoulder and
dropped it on the floor behind his seat. He climbed in and I reached over
him to grab the seat belt to hook him in before closing the window then the
door, trotting around to my side, jumping in, buckling up. "Better say
hello to Snookie before he licks you to death," I told the boy so he
reached back with the casted hand and let the dog sniff him before he
rubbed Snookie's muzzle. I headed onto the freeway and got us up to speed
before either of us said anything and I started the conversation.

"My name's Dakota," said, glancing at him. I extended my hand and the look
he gave asked if I just plain stupid or a special kind of stupid but he
extended the casted hand anyway so I closed my fist and gently knuckled
bumped him.

"Sonny," he replied in a voice that had started puberty but had a ways to
go before it made any difference in his voice. "My name is Raymond but
everybody calls me Sonny."

"Where you headed Sonny?" He shrugged his shoulders and after about a 10
second delay said,

"I don't know. Bellingham, maybe Oregon." He didn't offer up any more
information but asked where I was headed. I told him and he asked if it was
close to I-5 because he figured that would be the quickest way to get to
where he needed to go. I explained that I lived maybe a half hour from
there.

The boy didn't seem to want to talk so I didn't press it. Obviously he was
on the run and there was a 50% chance that the cast and his bandaged arm
were part of the story. I glanced at him from time to time and the few
things I could tell were: he wasn't very big, that he had long hair, French
braided down along the hairline on each side then put into a pony tail that
seemed to go half way down his back and he needed a shower. It wasn't that
bad but it was there. Having his clothes washed was right up there on the
to do list as well. Snookie finally decided that no more pets or rubs were
forthcoming so lay back down on the seat.

Forty minutes later we were coming on to Ellensburg, the last place with a
variety of options for food. Everything from there to Seattle would be fast
food or diner fair. "I'm getting hungry sonny. I haven't eaten since I left
Montana. Are you up to eating?" He nodded his head. I caught the exit that
I knew had access to the most restaurants and a few minutes later pulled
into a parking lot. He managed to get the door open but the seat belt was
causing him some difficulty. I reached across him again, unbuckled it then
stepped out of the way. He mumbled a thanks as he stepped past me then
waited while I put out some water and food for Snookie then we headed
inside. We managed to snag a booth in the front window so I could keep and
eye on the Jeep since it was open and I had stuff inside, not that anyone
would try take anything with Snookie on the case.

I looked at the boy and when he finally made eye contact I asked if there
was anything in particular that he'd like to eat. He shrugged his
shoulders. "I'm guessing that having both of your hands slightly
incapacitated might impose some difficulty with certain food choices," I
said and he gave me a blank look, then said,

"It might." He opened the menu and began looking it over while I continued
to look him over. While I hadn't been able to look at his face but for a
moment, what I did see made my heart jump a little. Sonny's skin tone was a
nice, native brown with the high cheekbones typical of Plains Indians. He
had large dark eyes framed by thick brows and decent lashes. His forehead
appeared to be a little less than 1/3 of his facial length, equal thirds
considered to be perfect by those people that determine such things. His
chin seemed a little narrow but that may well have been an illusion caused
by the sharpness of his cheekbones. From what I'd seen he was blemish and
hair free and possibly one of the cutest boys, native or otherwise, I'd
ever seen in my life.

"At the risk of being directive we might want to consider an appetizer
plate," I said, pointing to an image of it on his menu. He looked at it
then nodded his head. We closed the menus and before I could say anything
else the waitress was right there with large glasses of water. A
grandmotherly type she clucked over Sonny's injuries and the boy actually
smiled at the attention, showing plenty of white teeth that, while maybe
not orthodontist perfect, were certainly magazine cover perfect. And, if it
were possible, he looked even cuter. The smile was still present when he
turned to face me for the first time since he gotten in the Jeep.

"Where were you at in Montana?" He asked. I told him, explaining that I was
on break from school and he wanted to know what I was studying.

"Why a doctor," he asked sincerely. I explained that my father had been a
very successful surgeon up until his death, his father had been a doctor
and professor at Yale medical, and his father before him had been a
physician. My mother was also a doctor, although retired and volunteering
overseas, and her father still taught medicine at UCLA. I have three
sisters that are in medicine as well. I'd been a medical specialist in the
Seals, found that I had an aptitude for it, along with other talents that
were more destructive than constructive, and decided to go for it when I'd
been discharged.

"Which," I said, "gives me a perfect segue to asking what happened to your
arm and hand." His face clouded over and he became guarded again, clearly
his injuries weren't something that he wanted to talk about. After a second
I said, "Okay, we don't have to talk about it but that cast looks pretty
shoddy and worn out. I can get you into the med school to have some new
x-ray's done of the arm and put a new cast on it for you, also change the
bandages on your hand."

His response was, "Maybe." He was quiet again and I gave him another second
or twenty then asked where he was coming from. He said that he'd left the
Standing Rock Reservation 4 or 5 days before. He'd done a great deal of
walking. When I asked what his tribal affiliation was he said Lakota
Sioux. His eyes got wide when I asked which band.

"Oglala," he said quietly. I nodded my head then offered a greeting in the
most spoken dialect of the Sioux. His eyes opened even wider but before he
could answer I told him we might be related somewhere in the past, that I
was Hunkpapa.

"Of course if I cut my finger I'd be out of the tribe but still, I claim
decendency." I went on to explain the matrilineal connection and felt that
the boy listened with an attentive ear. Knowing that we shared some common
history seemed to make a difference to him, which was pretty common in
Indian country.

Our meal came and Sonny started the process of wiggling out of the zippered
sweatshirt that he was wearing. I got out and helped him by pulling on a
sleeve cuff. Once it was off we both dug in, eating more than talking. I
couldn't help but notice that he had problems maneuvering the fingers on
his left hand but still, he practically wolfed his food down, bits and
pieces dropping onto a dirty t-shirt. We finished by each having a piece of
apple pie that Sonny said was pretty good and I felt was soggy and mostly
tasteless. When we were finished I needed to wash my hands, the collection
of finger food we'd eaten had greased up my fingers, and in the restroom
Sonny went into the stall and I used one of the urinals. I heard him curse
under his breath and figured that he was probably having difficulty with
the zipper as well as getting his dick out through his underwear, if he was
wearing any. I asked if he needed some help and he said no, a little
sharply. I didn't take it personally, understanding that it was frustration
at being handicapped. A moment passed then in a soft voice he said,

"Can you help me please." I went into the stall and he turned to face me
with his arms in a position allowing me to help. I had him turn back around
to face the toilet, reached around his waist and got the button
undone. He'd already gotten his jeans unzipped so I slipped my fingers into
the waistband of his briefs right at his hips then pulled the front down so
that his cock could flip.

"A little lower," he said quickly, "you caught my nuts." I whispered sorry,
did as he asked then stepped back.

"You know, I think that a shower and laundry is in order Sonny," I told
him. The sound of his stream hitting the water echoed in the stall and he
asked me if it was bad. I told him I wouldn't have wanted to be stuck in a
small closet with him for more than a few minutes and he actually
laughed. Not a big laugh but enough for me to enjoy the somewhat high
pitched sound. Sonny said that he hadn't showered in 5 days and I said I
knew that and he chuckled again and apologized. I told him not to worry
about it.

He pissed for a good 45 seconds, which is a long time really, before it
slowed to a dribble and then stopped. I figured he hadn't pissed for
hours. His casted hand moved and I guessed that he was shaking off, then he
worked to pull his underwear back up. I saw that he was struggling to get
them in place at his hips so said "here," to give him some warning then
reached around him again, caught the waistband and pulled them into place.

"How's that?" he said it was fine so I got his jeans up, buttoned and
zipped. I stepped out of the stall so that he wouldn't have to have eye
contact with me and thus feel embarrassed about it. Outside I took Snookie
for a walk to do his business in the vacant lot next to the restaurant then
poured the water out of his bowl, stowed it and got back on the freeway. We
still didn't talk to much, mostly because of wind noise, but the weather
was nice and I guessed that Sonny had never been to this part of the
country so was busy looking around at everything. He was especially
attentive as we headed up into the mountains, the boy never having that
high above sea level. It appeared to be cloudy on the western side so I
stopped at Snoqualimie and put the top up before heading back down into
western Washington.

With things quieter we made small talk as we rode. Sonny had just completed
8th grade, and unlike most every other kid he knew, loved school. Life was
tough on the rez but he'd managed to stay out of trouble, unlike me, I'd
told him, then told him my story.

I started acting out about his age for what ever reason. Maybe it was due
to the huge social changes of the late 60's, or being different than my
staid and proper parents and older siblings. Who knew and what did it
really matter. At 17 I was given the choice of the military or jail and I
chose the military. Somewhere I'd learned about the special forces and
figured I was tough enough to be a navy Seal. I found out how tough I
wasn't but I was stubborn. I discovered that I loved the physical
discipline, loved learning the self defense stuff and how to shoot a
variety of weapons. I also loved the camaraderie. I also came to the
realization that I was gay although I didn't tell that part to Sonny.

I think that I knew it all along, or at least since I'd started
puberty. I'd done my share of messing around with other boys when I was in
middle school; it was pretty common. But by 10th grade most of us,
including me, were dating and getting laid. I was convinced that because I
was plunging my hungry cock into pussy on a fairly routine basis that I was
straight. While I was in the Philippines I'd been picked up by a 14 year
old boy one night.

I was fairly drunk and had somehow strayed from my buddies.  The boy had
taken me to his home and had his way with me and vice versa bit was more
than strange since his family was in the house. When he sucked my cock it
took me back to my middle school days and I'd discovered what I had been
missing for the past 5 or 6 years. I fucked him that first night, my first
time with a boy and I found that pussy just didn't compare to it. I asked
the boy if I could see him again, which delighted him and his parents to no
end. Of course I gave him money but I also made him promise not to have sex
with other men. He promised me he wouldn't and when I finally left 6 months
later I had no doubts that he kept his word.

I didn't have any problems with him being with another boy however and that
proved to be an interesting variation for me because on more than a few
occasions another boy joined us. Spending an entire day, naked and romping
with a pair of horny young Filipino boys was exciting as all hell. There
were other boys in other countries but that's another story.

In any case Sonny seemed to appreciate my story and may have created a
little deeper friendship. I'd already decided that I was going to the house
in Seattle instead of the ranch. I wanted to make good on my offer of
getting his cast replaced, assuming that it would be necessary. It could
well be that his injury wasn't healed and a new was warranted. I also
wanted to get the bandages changed on his left hand.

We finally made it to the city and Sonny's attention heightened from
Factoria onward. The boy had never really been anywhere. I had taken 405
from 90 up to the 520 which dropped me off practically at my front door. We
pulled into my house a little after 8. I jumped out to open the gate to my
driveway and let Snookie out as well since he knew we were home and was
excited as all hell. The dog immediately pissed on a couple of trees before
I whistled for him to come then closed the gate behind him. Under the
carport I unloaded my stuff and grabbed Sonny's pack as well and he
followed me into the house.

My place is a cute little bungalow that my parents had bought when they
first moved to Seattle after WWII. As I said, it was a hop skip and a jump
to the UW medical center and not that far from the hospitals on pill
hill. Before my third sister was born they moved to a larger home and
rented out the one I lived in. All of my siblings had lived in the house
while they attended college since it had been paid for since before I was
born and thus one less expense for my parents, although money was never a
concern. Each generation had been very successful in their careers and
their largesse had been handed down to their children.

We entered into a moderately large room that was a storage, laundry & mud
room and I immediately took my shoes off. "Are all of the clothes in your
pack dirty Sonny," I asked, assuming he had clothes in there and he nodded
his head. I told him to dump them out and while he did that I nosed around
for a couple of empty and clean plastic bags, which I found.

"Okay, here's the deal. Unless you have a better idea Sonny, I'll cover
both of your hands and your arm in the plastic bags so you won't get them
wet."

"How am I going to wash then?"

"Well," I said, "that's the rub. I'll take a shower with you and help." He
got a confused expression on his smooth brown face. "I know. It's not the
ideal solution for you but in the long run it's the easiest one. If it's
any consolation I had to take showers with other guys all through high
school and the navy. I've had to bathe a couple of guys before that were
wounded and couldn't bathe themselves and I'm a doctor, sort of." I stopped
there to let him digest that information.

"I haven't been able to really clean myself well for 3 weeks," he said in a
voice that even softer than his usual low, soft tone. I nodded my head.

"Take your t-shirt and jeans off in here," I said, "I'm going to do the
same. Then we'll take your braids out so I can wash your hair. He got a
pained look in his eyes so I asked him what was going on.

"I really like having my hair in braids Dakota." I smiled at him and said
that I'd braid it afterwards and he gave me a very skeptical look.

"Three sisters," I said by way of explanation. Truth was I could French
brain with the best of them. We both stripped to our briefs, his clearly in
need of a washing. I had him follow me to the bathroom where he sat on the
toilet while I managed to get his braids undone and brushed out then I
bagged and duct taped his arms. I got the water going then asked Sonny if
he was ready. He nodded his head.

I shoved my briefs down and stepped out of them and he watched me for a
moment, looking directly at my crotch before starting the process of trying
to get his down but was having trouble.

"Here, let me help." I reached over and tugged them down, looking of course
at his boyhood charms although it would have been difficult not to see them
since they were right in front of me. He stepped out of them and by the
time he'd straightened back up I was stepping into the bathtub shower
combination with Sonny right behind me.

As I got under the spray considered what I'd seen; about 5 soft inches of
uncut penis with the foreskin about half way retracted. The hair down there
was pitch black but there wasn't a huge amount of it and it was pretty much
just at the base of his cock, medium size balls that seemed in full
hang. After rinsing my front I turned around and tilted my head back under
the spray and when I opened my eyes Sonny was trying hard not to look at my
dick. I reached around and peeled a cheek open then motioned for him to
come forward. We traded places, our bodies touching as we did so but it was
unavoidable.

My shower head was stationary so as he stood in front of it he used one of
his bagged hands to scoop water up under his balls and when he flinched
backwards I assumed that one of the more rigid creases scraped him. He
turned back to face me and tilted his head back under the spray and I got a
much better look at him. He was a growing boy but still young, his fuzz now
flattened against his pubic bone. He was thin, almost too thin, the rest of
his body smooth and hairless. He raised his hands to try and get all of his
hair wet but I interrupted him.

"Let me help you with that Sonny." I stepped up next to him and reached
behind him to scoop his hair up toward the water. My cock essentially
rested against his belly but there wasn't much I could do about it. When
the hair was completely soaked I guided him forward a little bit then
reached behind him with both hands and pulled his butt cheeks open and
hoped that enough water got in there.

When his hair was thoroughly soaked I had him turn and face the spray while
I shampooed his hair, scrubbing his scalp with the balls of my fingers. I
heard him sigh then saw his body totally relax. I smiled to myself. It took
about a minute to get his hair washed and four times that long to get it
rinsed but once it was done I wrung as much of the water out of it as I
could then worked conditioner through it, particularly the ends. That task
completed I grabbed the bar of Dial and began.

I won't give a blow by blow description except to say that I started at the
shoulders and left the good parts for last. I massaged Sonny's shoulders
and I swear I could hear him purr. I enjoyed running my soapy hands over a
boys' body and Sonny's was no different. I liked boys that were compact and
Sonny was. As I said he was slender to a point of being skinny, about 5'4
and couldn't have weighed more than a buck fifteen soaking wet. When I did
his groin I was kneeling beside him with one hand on his butt and as my
other hand came up his inner thigh he moved his opposite foot outward.

My hand was lathered and when I rubbed his balls they were slippery. Sonny
gasped out loud as I fondled his nuts then moved my hand back and forth
between his legs a couple times. I then handled his cock, soaping the soft
flesh vigorously. I peeled his foreskin back and washed the head, squeezing
it and causing it to squish out of my hand. All the action caused him to
gasp again then I felt him respond to my ministrations.

Using my hands as guides I turned him back toward the spray and gently
cleaned the soap from his rapidly swelling cock head. I learned how soap
affected me in that state when I was 12 and made sure it never happened
again. I continued to fondle him while he was under the spray, the
intention, honestly, to get the soap rinsed off. It worked but by the time
I was finished he was half way hard and on his way to a full on chubby.

I re-lathered my hand then went to his backside, slipping my fingers
between his cheeks and running my fingers across the puckered muscle of his
hole. I heard him inhale sharply again. In washing his hole my fingers
moved far enough forward to push against the sensitive underside of his
balls and I swear that the boy shivered. I turned him around again and
peeled the cheeks open to rinse his most secret spot and lathered and
washed him again. He had been clear about not doing a good bathing job for
a while and while I wasn't positive the first trip through had felt just a
little crusty on the softer flesh at the very edge of his muscle. If Sonny
had any problems or concerns about me being there he didn't give me any
indication of that.

As I washed his hole, rinsed and re-washed I couldn't help but notice that
he'd gotten raging hard, his cock standing proudly at attention. I could
see the head peeking out from beneath it's little hat. The flesh a blushing
red tone. I felt my own dick begin to rise.

I stood up and backed him into the spray, letting the full force of it hit
his hair. Sonny looked down at cock, which by then was pointing at his knee
and not his toes, while I began quickly soaping my body. I made a
production out of squeezing and tugging on my soapy balls as well as my
cock. I did a quick pass over the head then told Sonny that I needed to
rinse it so we traded places for a moment. After rinsing my crotch and
cleaned my asshole I was full on hard, a good 7 plus inches of cock
pointing to the ceiling.

I moved Sonny back under the spray and made sure that all the conditioner
was out of his hair then nodding toward his cock I said,

"Taking care of that must be difficult for you with both hands messed
up. How long has it been?"

"Over a week," he said, his voice laden with lust.

" Would you like me to relieve the pressure for you? I don't mind." He
didn't seem to need any time to make a decision but quickly nodded his
head. I reached for the bottle of conditioner and poured some in my hand
then knelt before him. With my left hand I pulled his foreskin back then
wrapped the hand around his smooth balls. The right hand went over his
swollen cock head and I twisted the hand as though unscrewing a bottle
cap. Sonny's mouth dropped open, he inhaled an inordinate amount of air and
his eyes crossed then he shook his head. Clearly I'd struck a hot spot. I
quickly ran my hand up and down the shaft, extending my tightened fist over
back and forth over the head. I tugged on Sonny's balls while I jacked him
off and before long he was panting loudly and I knew that he would squirt
fairly soon. He did.

The first jet shot up over my shoulder, just the end of it resting on the
clavicle. The second and third squirts went pretty far too, splattering my
shoulder, nipple and upper belly before the cocklet went into oozing mode
and I continued to milk the boy for every drop that was in him. I had to
put an arm around his waist in order for him to stay on his feet. The show
finally ended and of course Sonny wanted to know if I was going to squirt
as well. I asked him if he wanted me to and he said yes.

I stood, squirted a fair amount of conditioner the palm of my hand and went
to work. I was thinking that it would have been nice to have the boy help
when he put voice to my exact thoughts.

"If my hands weren't fucked up I'd help Dakota," he said, looking me in the
eyes for a brief moment then returning his gaze to my crotch. My eyes were
roaming over Sonny's body, taking everything in. He was wasn't particularly
well built but all the crevices and creases were in the right places, his
belly flat as a board except for those creases at his hips. An outtie belly
button rested at the bottom of the crease that separated his pectoral
muscles and there wasn't a trace of hair between that and the moss at the
base of his still hard cock. Overall his body was no different than a
million or so other boys around the world but his face was a different
story.

My free hand moved to cup and fondle my balls, and tug gently on them. "I
like that too," Sonny informed me, "pulling on my balls when I jack off."
As I closed in on my orgasm I wondered how long I'd get the boy to stay
with me and whether or not he'd be willing to play some more.

"Here it is Sonny," I said suddenly and we both watched as a long thick
stream of sperm shot out of my dick and hit the boy in the crease between
his balls and his inner thigh. That was followed by another one that
actually landed on the underside of his cock about half way up and draped
downward across his sac, the end hanging off his balls before dropping to
the shower floor. Before that happened another stream erupted and barely
missed his smooth nuts, the next one traveling even less. From there I got
a couple of burps of sperm and the rest simply oozed out. I re-positioned
my hand so that my foreskin slid back and forth over the sensitive head
creating some great after cum shivers. I really felt sorry for boys or men
that were cut. Poor bastards had no idea what they were missing.

"Wow," was all Sonny said when I'd finally finished. It took a moment for
me to catch my breath then I grabbed the soap and re-washed the boy's
groin, cleaning my sperm off then turning him around to rinse him off. I
skinned his little hat back to clear out any residue of his own cum then
switched places with him to clean my own dick off then shut the water off.

I stepped out of the shower first and got Sonny a towel then went about
drying myself off. The boy continued to stay hard throughout the entire
process. Done, I told him to wait a second, then opened the bathroom closet
and pulled out a spray bottle and sprayed his hair, telling him that it was
great for helping get the tangles out of long hair. He didn't ask why I had
some and I didn't volunteer the information. I then sat on the toilet and
using a vent brush that I'd also gotten from the closet, combed his hair
out.

"Are you going to braid it for me Dakota," he asked and I nodded my head. I
traded places with him and proceeded to French braid each side then pull
them together in a pony tail which I dried slightly using a hair dryer from
the closet. When he was done he admired the job, surprised at what I'd done
because I had braided his hair with an overhand movement which caused the
braid to be underneath and not on top as is usually done. It was something
that he'd only had done to his hair a few times before.

"Now what," he asked. His cock had finally softened, something which I
seemed compelled to comment on.

"You almost sound sad that it deflated on you Sonny," I said as we walked
to the laundry room to get a load of wash going.

"Well," he said and didn't say another word. I turned and smiled at him.

"Well," I said, drawing the word out just as he had, "let's take a look at
your hands, maybe get the one in the cast washed and we'll see what happens
from there.

"Okay," he said with a genuine smile.