Date: Sat, 6 Nov 2004 23:44:43 -0800 (PST) From: tag michaels Subject: Trick or Treat Lahaina + Halloween = total mayhem Lahaina is a small waterfront town on Maui's south shore. One of the first towns founded by westerners in the Hawaiian Islands; Lahaina is a full on tourist town whose shops are styled in an eighteenth century seaport motif. Front street, the only thoroughfare that runs unbroken from one end of town to the other, is the main drag and borders the beach, the island of Lanai very clearly visible only a few miles away. On any given day of the year Front street is full of tourists, wandering in and out of the numerous art galleries, jewelry stores and clothing stores. On Halloween the number is pumped up to somewhere in the neighborhood of thirty thousand or more souls, more in costume that not. Called the Mardi Gras of the Pacific, people have for years flocked to Lahaina from all over the world for the one night event, booking rooms and cars a year in advance. While there is always a plethora of pirates, gypsies, and other mediocre disguises, there is often a great many elaborate costumes, often requiring more than a single person to pull it off. For instance, last years big winner were four guys put together as Mount Rushmore, their bodies hooked together by a paper Mache mountain range. Another year it was four men costumed like the four horsemen of the Apocalypse who marched everywhere in tandem, their movements all executed with precision and giving away the fact that they'd obviously practiced a great deal before hitting the street. I say they marched together but march is a difficult word as front street is literally wall to wall people, parking and traffic restricted for hours. But what would catch my attention was that the revelers generally made way for those people who were a "together" costume, a group of people who together created a theme of some sort. One of those was a group of people who were inside elaborate paper Mache fishes along with a couple of people who represented an aquarium. I had lived on Maui for a short period of time before moving to Honolulu where I had lived for the past ten years. Although Halloween in Waikiki is also fairly crazy, I'd had been hearing about Halloween at Lahaina since I had arrived in the Islands, first as a Marine stationed in Kaneohe, then as a civilian. I finally decided to go and it turned out to far exceed any expectations that I'd built up. I'd booked a room in a hotel only two blocks from Front Street in early Spring and had been lucky to get it. On the big day I wandered down to Front Street around two and found nothing out of the ordinary going on at all. Aside from a few shop owners who were in costume and the occasional young child trick or treating with a parent, it seemed like any other day. I asked a shop owner about that and was told that it was sort of strange. You didn't see much of anything all day long and then about four thirty, as if by magic, costumed revelers just started appearing for the kiddie parade that started at five sharp and wound its' way from the far end of Front Street and ending at the Banyan Tree. The Banyan Tree is the largest such tree in the state, its' limbs spreading out from the main trunk for a hundred or more feet in each direction. A Banyan tree's limb automatically drops roots along its' length to help support its weight and provide nourishment for it's rapidly expanding foliage and the Lahaina tree stretched out to provide a monstrous canopy of deep green leaves beneath which at least another dozen trunks had been formed to support the gigantic expanse. It was underneath the Banyan that various vendors set up shop selling a variety of local fast foods and other things and at the waterfront edge a stage had been set up for a musical group to provide even more entertainment. So, it was there that I stood on a corner and watched the crowds of people milling about. I was leaning against the wall of phone booth when a group of teenagers somehow gathered, an accidental meeting of friends and or acquaintances. A few of the boys were shirtless, tanned torso's exposed to view by the unwatching passing throngs. While most of them were fairly cute, one boy in particular had caught my attention, probably because his baggy pants were dropped low on his slender hips revealing a good four inches of boxers material. They too were fairly low and for some reason the boy reached around and began scratching or rubbing his butt and moving the underwear up down and revealing three inches of dusky crack and a very light coating of almost blonde hairs that crept across his otherwise smooth lower back and onto the orbs of his butt. I noticed that there didn't appear to be any difference in coloration and wondered briefly if the boy sunbathed in the nude, and that, at Little Beach, the secluded nude beach on Maui's west shore. I allowed my gaze to roam upward along his smooth and slightly muscled back to the full head of medium brown hair that fell in large curls to his shoulders. The boy finally turned sideways to me, giving me a glimpse of a flat belly that dropped nicely down into underwear and then jeans, the crease of his hips bone very clearly visible. From the side I also saw that his butt bubbled out nicely from the small of his back, creating a nice little hump. He was not nearly as animated as the other boys and girls he was with although he did laugh and joke. At one point he had turned more toward me and I saw his face for the first time, nicely angled but soft and smooth, totally blemish and hair free. His lips were almost perfect, framing a small mouth, his easy smile exposed perfectly straight white teeth. What caught my eyes were his, a light and stunning glacial blue framed by thick dark eyebrows and long thick lashes. I allowed my gaze to wander downward to his slightly defined chest, the small brown areolas almost hidden in his deep tan. While he didn't exhibit any six pac, his belly was flat, firm and hairless, his jeans riding low on his narrow hips, the bulge at the front either gathered fabric or containing a generous portion of young boy cock. Needless to say I preferred to think of it as the latter while my brain told me it was the cut of the faded oversized jeans. At that point the boy dropped a stress ball that one of the others had handed him and it rolled directly toward me. I bent and picked it up and as the boy approached me he smiled and apologized for it getting loose. "It's okay," I told him, smiling back at him and holding his gaze, noticing that he was only a few inches shorter than me. "No worries." Our eyes stayed connected as I held my hand out and because the boy had come in quickly neither one of us had a fully extend arm which brought us even more closely together. As our hands touched I almost felt a jolt of electricity and the look in the boys' stunning eyes told me that he'd felt something as well. Because of it our touch lingered slightly longer than it would have normally and I felt the warmth of his skin as my nose detected the sweet yet musky fragrance of his youth. Something was happening there and my cock was responding accordingly, stretching out inside my cargo shorts. "Mahalo," the boy said nodding his pretty little head slightly, his voice soft and not yet deepened into manhood but revealing that he was past puberty. It was like time stood still for the both of us, the people milling about us completely ignored by us as much as we were by them, while we drank in each other's face. In reality it was only a few seconds but it seemed like an eternity until the boy finally broke contact and returned to his friends who seemed oblivious to what had happened. I couldn't take my eyes off of him and while he kept on talking with his friends, he would look over at me from time to time and always with a smile on his adorably cute face. Needless to say I returned his smile. The party was starting to break up and one of the others said that they would meet there about five thirty and the boy looked directly at me but spoke to the group, "Right on. Five thirty," smiling at me then heading down the street. I watched him go, his slim little ass swaying gently, and about twenty feet away he turned and looked over his shoulder at me, a smile gracing his face when he saw I was still looking at him. The little shit actually nodded his head at me then crossed the street and was lost in the crowds of people. I elected to return to my hotel room where I stripped down and jacked off while I fanaticized about various fun activities that involved the boy without his clothes on. After a powerful sperming I simply wiped myself off then laid down on the bed for a nap, hoping that the rest would allow me to stay awake beyond my usual ten o'clock bedtime. I woke at four forty five and made a small pot of coffee while I went about my pre night out routine. While shaving I gave myself the once over, reflecting that I still passed for ten years younger than my thirty eight years. While I had a fairly thick head of wavy dish water blonde hair, I kept it cut short on the sides and longer on top, usually gelling it for work as a management consultant, although owning my own business allowed me to do what ever I damn well pleased. In keeping with the boyish look I kept my face shave smooth although I could go a day or two and the stubble would barely be noticeable. I'd had braces as a kid so my teeth were orthodontist straight, while genetics and care and given me few cavities and a crystal whiteness. A medium built five foot ten and a half inch frame carried my hundred and sixty pounds very well and daily gym or kung fu workouts kept me well toned without being buffed up. At the other end, eight and a quarter inches of circumcised cock hung at the base of a taut belly, nestled beneath a cropped and trimmed dark blonde patch of pubic hair and under that a pair of nice sized balls hung in a smooth, shaved bag. I looked pretty good and had never had a problem finding boys or men to share my bed and I hoped that night would not be a washout. After a cooling shower I tugged on boxers then applied a liberal dose of Acqua Di Gio deodorant under my arms before donning my costume, a Franciscan Monk's robe, complete with hood, a thick white rope for the waist, as well as a set of faux rosary beads and oversized cross. The dark brown costume was fortunately made of cotton and not the traditional heavy wool which would be stifling in almost any but the coldest weather and unbearable in the humid heat of Hawaii. I buttoned the front of the costume then slipped on my sandals, put my ID and cash along with my room card key into a hidden pocket then headed out the door about five O'clock. I stopped at the top of a wooden staircase in a small building that held a bunch of little shops and looked out onto front street and the congestion that was building, now easily twice the amount of people as before and a good thirty percent of them in costume, a lot of those, kids under twelve. I scanned the crowd, which was growing by the minute, for some sign of the boy or his friends but had no luck so made my way slowly down the stairs and melted into the crowd. I wandered across the street to the Banyan tree and looked around at the kiosks selling food, official Lahaina Halloween T-shirts, and other items, killing time before making my way to the place where I was standing when I'd first seen the boy. I was fairly confident that he would show given the way he had talked with his friends as well as the looks that he'd given me. What I had no idea about was what his plans were from that point on. Meanwhile the street and sidewalks became more crowded with costumed people of all ages. The balcony's of the buildings lining the street were jammed with people hooting and hollering, some tossing wrapped candies down for the children who were going past. The costumes were varied greatly; everything from store bought to home made, some of them very well done. The little kids were the cutest however, babies wearing various insect costumes, some of them sound asleep in their strollers and oblivious to the cooing crowd of adults, young boys in superhero or girls ballerina or fairy costumes. The first of the boys' friends showed up, two girls who were dressed very much like hookers, or rock video stars, as if there were a difference. Barely clothed, highly made up, if it had been my daughter I would never have let her near the front door let alone outside of it. Next to show up were a group of three boys, none of them in anything worth mentioning. They milled about, laughing and talking about a party that they were going to which made me a little sad at the thought that my boy would be going with them. See how I was already thinking of him as my boy. I saw a number of people dressed as priests and nuns, a few of the latter very heavy in the belly to denote pregnancy. One of the priests approached me and asked if I wanted to join their group to round it out a little bit more. "We got a Pope and a couple of Bishops joining us on the next block. A monk would sure help draw some attention." Again, a group of people dressed in a theme seemed to attract more attention than most of the individual costumes. I declined the man's offer saying that if my friend didn't show up in twenty or so minutes I might come looking for their group. He said that was cool and sort of pointed toward where they were headed. Meanwhile the kids in front of me were moving away, headed off to who knew where and a glance at the large neon clock in the upstairs window of one of the buildings showed almost six. Time was flying by and still no sign of the boy. "Care to join me in a prayer brother?" a voice said behind me and I turned to see another monk standing more or less facing the street, the hood pulled over the owners head. The costume was identical to mine the only difference being that it hung longer on its wearer, and of course my hood was down, hoping that if the boy saw me he would approach me. Of course I had no idea what would happen at that point but I still hoped. "Nice costume," I told the person then turned back toward the street, not wishing to miss the boy should he show up. "Thanks," the voice mumbled from under the hood, "yours is pretty nice too. Get it from the costume shop?" I said no and kept casting my head too and fro, the crowd so thick that you could hardly see the other side of the street. Finally the voice spoke again. "Waiting for someone?" When I said that I was the voice went on to say that it would almost be impossible to spot someone and asked me what the person was dressed as then four eyes could look around. I explained that I didn't know what my friend was wearing and the voice allowed as how it would be impossible to find them, unless of course the person just came up and said hello. I could only agree. The strange monk was right. I had no idea what the boy would be wearing or even if he would be in costume. I would most likely never recognize him and it was doubtful now that he would approach me. "So, its your friend and you don't know what he is wearing?" the voice continued then added, "it is a boy, I mean, a man that your waiting for isn't it?" I didn't really register what the voice had said, instead saying that it was a long story. It was after a moments silence that what he'd said registered. I turned my head to look at the monk whose head was turned and looking into the crown in the opposite direction. "Why would you ask that?" I queried the monk. The costumed figure only hunched its shoulder as if to say he, or she, didn't know. I was going to pursue the question when I saw a head of curly hair in the crowd, only to have it obliterated from sight by a huge Tiki costume. I saw it again and the monk next to me must have sensed my excitement because he/she looked in the same direction as I was. I wanted to rush out into the crowd, to grab the boy and say "here I am" but of course that was out of the question. "Do you see your friend?" the monk asked. I nodded my head and pointed. "I think that may be him there, just to the left of the Johnny Depp pirate." The head of curls turned and I tried to make out the face but it kept getting blocked by others in the crowd. "The curly headed one?" the monk asked and I replied with a yes. "I knew it," the monk then said, the voice that seemed to have changed. "What?" I asked as I kept my eyes on the crown trying to keep the boy in sight. "What did you say?" "I said I knew it." "Knew what?" I asked glancing quickly at the hooded figure then back to the crowd. "That you would be here," the monk said as it stepped in front of me, looked up and pulled the hood back. It was the boy, standing in front me, his smile radiating, the ice blue eyes twinkling with merriment. Was I stunned? Can you say hear attack. The odds of him showing up had been largely against but the odds of him wearing a costume identical to mine was beyond calculation. Well, it wasn't but the numbers would have been very high indeed. "Surprised?" he asked. I could only nod my head. He extended his hand, "My name's Keola." "Ryan," I said, taking his hand and feeling the relaxed grip. "So, ya wanna hang out Ryan," he said taking his hand back, "Two monks are better than one." I smiled at him and asked about his friends. He waved a robed arm saying that they were going to party to drink and probably use drugs and none of that was stuff that he did which was fine with me cause I didn't either. "What about your friend," he asked with a knowing grin. I didn't bat an eye but said that I'd found him. Time seemed to stop, just like it had that afternoon when we had our first encounter. We were still facing each other, close enough that had I wanted to kiss him it wouldn't have been much of a reach. We simply stared into each others eyes for five seconds at least before he lowered his head. "Come on," he said in a husky voice, "lets walk up to Hard Rock." We headed up front street, walking side by side, the street now packed with costumed humanity. We talked as we walked, our heads often leaned into each other in order to hear as the din made conversation in a normal voice otherwise impossible. The short story was that he lived with his parents, an only child, in Kaimuki and gone to St. Louis, the Catholic private school. The family had moved to Lahaina at the beginning of summer and that was that. When I asked him about his Hawaiian name he said that he had a small amount of Hawaiian blood, that he had been born in the islands and so his parents chose a Hawaiian name. Being a mostly white kid can be difficult so they felt that a Hawaiian name might ease things for him. When I told him his English was pretty clean he laughed and went into a full on pidgin dialog that sounded as local as any I had ever heard. "My parents are very strong on correct grammar and clear speech, being teachers and all, so I had to grown up speaking two languages." I laughed at the joke, although it's sort of true. The local dialect is like a different language, one that had evolved a hundred or more years before that allowed all the various ethnic cultures to be able to communicate. The boy was very surprised when I told him I currently lived in the Kapahulu area, which is right below Kaimuki, and our discussion turned to places we knew, restaurants we'd eaten at, and other commonalities. We'd both body boarded at the Walls, Sandy's and Maks and although we'd tried surfing it wasn't a sport that we really gotten into. Along our path various people asked for pictures so we posed for them and as we neared the Hard Rock Cafe we ran into the group of priests and nuns, the pope and bishops having joined the group. Of course we were asked to join them. Keola and I looked at each other for a brief second then shook our heads no. Also along our path we'd both gotten soda's and I was at a point where I needed to pee and relayed that information to Keola. "Yeah, I do to," he replied. We headed toward where the sani-cans were located at that end of town only to discover huge lines of people waiting. "Come on, I know a place where we can go." I followed him onto the narrow, winding back streets and we ended up at a small lot with a run down empty house and crumbling rock wall. He led me through a break in the wall to a small lawn area long over run with weeds. There was enough light from a streetlamp in front of the neighboring lot to see fairly clearly. I stopped first and then Keola stopped and bent down to hike his robe up, that being easier than doing the unbuttoning thing. He had positioned himself, not quiet facing me and not side by side so once we were uncovered, the other would have a clear view of our wares. Not a problem as far as I was concerned and clearly not only was it not a problem for the cute young teen, it seemed to be desirable. "I bet I'm a more authentic monk that you are Ryan," he said in a half whisper designed to avoid detection anyone walking the street on the other side of the wall. "Why is that," I replied, holding my robe in a bundle above my waist with my arm while I started fumbling at my boxers. Keola hauled his up even higher than mine. "No underwear," he exclaimed and I raised my head to see that he spoke the truth. His young cock looked to be about six and a half inches or so long and growing. While not nearly full on hard, he wasn't totally soft either, his covered cock head pointing more toward my feet than his own. "Uncut too," he exclaimed as he took hold of the swelling shaft and pulled the foreskin back. Actually, he moved it back and forth then back again before starting his stream. I tugged the waistband of my boxers down from the side, encouraging the back down as well so that when I was done, my own cock and balls were as exposed as the boys'. As we both started pissing we looked each other over without shame or embarrassment and I was pleased with what I saw. His black pubic nest made a nice patch at the base of his boyhood pride and joy and not yet encroaching into the crease of his pubic bone and hip or up onto the taut belly. His balls appeared smooth and hairless, hanging gently in behind the hand that held the length of him in place while he peed. "Gosh Ryan you got a pretty big cock," he said. Needless to say the attention was causing it to stretch out a little more. "How big is it?" I told him and added that if he kept talking about it the thing would keep getting bigger. "I know," he giggled, "Me too." He let go of his dick and indeed the thing was now pointing toward me and as I watched, it kept rising in a bobbing motion. We both kept an eye on it until the head was pointing more toward my face before I commented that his cock looked pretty good as well. He seemed to beam at the praise and the rampant appendage jumped a little higher, now the head looking at the trees. I had finished my piss and shook it off, my own cock rising rapidly in the sexually charged situation. Keola stepped closer to me, reached out and grasped my expanding flesh and squeezed it firmly. "Fuck, its so warm and so hard Ryan," he said in a husky whisper. I did the same for Keola, grasping onto his rock hard boyhood and squeezing up and down the length and then stroking him, pulling his foreskin down over the swollen head then back up again, causing the boy to gasp at the feelings. "Oh man Ryan, can we go to your hotel room? Please," he asked looking into my eyes, his stunning blue irises less than a foot from my face. I nodded my head. "If that's what you want Keola." He nodded his head back at me. "Oh yeah, its exactly what I want." He stepped back and let his robe drop, the front tented from his teenage erection. I pulled my boxers back into place and dropped my robe, the underwear making my own hard cock less noticeable. It was about four blocks to my hotel and we talked a little bit along the way. "Fuck I'm so hot I could cum right now Ryan," the boy stated before we made it to the corner after leaving the confines of the wall. "My cock is so fucking hard and I'm so ready that I'm almost afraid to touch myself or I'll squirt all over the inside of the robe. How would I explain that to the rental place." I chuckled and asked, "Well, do you want to stop under a tree somewhere and I'll jack you off or something? I'm guessing it won't take long to get you re heated and ready to cum a second time." "No," he laughed, "I want to wait. I want to be naked on your bed. I want to be maybe sucking your cock or you sucking mine. I want it to be a little more special than just squiring onto the ground, hoping that someone doesn't come along and see us." I told him I could understand that. "Is this your first time Keola?" "Well, sort of. I messed around with a couple of different boys before I moved here but it was mostly just fumbling around, looking at porn and jacking off sort of stuff. I always thought that being with a older guy would be better cuz they have more experience and aren't afraid to try stuff, ya know." He was quiet a moment as we continued to walk, somewhat briskly, toward a knowing destiny. "When we touched hands today, when you handed me back the stress ball, I felt something. I think you did too cuz I saw it in your eyes. I just knew Ryan. I knew that you would be the guy that would show me stuff, to be with me." His voice had gotten softer. I stopped and the boy stopped with me. A quick glance showed me that we were alone on the narrow, dark, empty street. Our hoods were still up in any case but I pulled him to me and leaned down, putting my lips against his, feeling the soft tenderness of youth. He was surprised at first but only took a second to respond, pressing against me from the lips to his groin, all of him moving in a slow sensual motion. I could feel his hardness pressed against my own through the layers of cloth that separated us and I too felt the hurried need to hold him just like this with nothing between us, our skin pressed into each other. I broke the kiss and looked into his eyes. Smiling I said, "lets go before I cum too." He laughed and then hurried on, the need for release great in the both of us. A few minutes later I was unlocking the door to the hotel room. We both began to tear our clothes off almost before the door was closed and in moments we stood, naked, facing each other and for just a moment took in the sight before our eyes. He was a glorious boy, one of the most beautiful that I'd ever been with, not that I'd been with a lot. His body was smooth, the creases and crevices in all the right places and giving him the definition of a young but growing teenage boy. As I had noticed before, the area containing that which made him boy, was the same skin tone as the rest of him. "Been spending time at Little Beach?" I asked as I approached him and grasped onto his pulsing, rock hard young cock and squeezed gently but firmly while sliding the foreskin up over the swollen head. He nodded his head then said, "I want to suck your cock Ryan. I want you to suck mine to but I'm afraid I'll just squirt right out and I want to wait at least a little bit." I simply nodded my head and the boy dropped to his knees on the spot, grabbed hold of my thick hard shaft and pulled it down to his mouth. Covering his teeth with his lips he took the head into his mouth and suckled it, his tongue exploring the surface of the silky soft flesh. I looked down at him, his closed eyes, the expression on his sweet face one of concentration. He stroked me as he slowly bobbed back and forth on the head and an inch or so of the shaft, his inexperience clearly showing. I let my fingers run through the thick curls of his hair, noticing the softness of the texture and guessing that the boy had showered not long before finding me, which mean the other end was probably clean as well. He finally stopped and stood up saying that his mouth was kinda sore, which came to no surprise to me. I pulled him to me again and leaned down to kiss him and he responded immediately, pressing his lips to mine once again and opening his mouth to allow both of our tongues to get acquainted with each other. I ran my hands down over his slender firm ass, kneading the bubbly orbs and pulling them apart slightly. My actions caused Keola to push tighter against me, his cock mashed side my side with my own. I brought a hand around to the front and slipped it between us, searching out his sex. For his part Keola moved away to allow me in. Knowing that the boy was on the edge of cumming I went for his nuts, cupping and fondling the soft smooth bag of good sized sperm makers, allowing a single finger to trace the skin back between his legs in search for the origin of his sac. I broke the kiss and went for his neck, nuzzling in the soft crook and finding that he was as sensitive there as I was, his body shivering as the new feelings ripped through his virginal body. I finally stopped and led him to the sofa and sat him down then got to my knees between his legs, spreading them open and admiring the smooth eggs that hung between equally smooth and tender thighs. I licked at the bag, moving his balls around while a hand snaked up to his chest and rubbed gently across a nipple eliciting another short gasp. I licked into the crease of his thigh and pelvic bone, moving up and down along side his balls before moving inward to the base of his teenaged cock, taking in his fragrance, that slight musky smell of a healthy young teenage boy. I licked all around the base of his shaft where his bag started then up onto the shaft itself, my tongue feeling the thickness of his urethral tube. I moved my body slightly to the side in order for my other hand to grasp onto his cock and pull it toward me as I continued to tongue up to and underneath the sensitive head. "Ooohhhhhhhh," Keola moaned as I worked the underside of his shaft then up onto the tip, slurping off the excessive amount of precum and tasting the essence of him for the first time. I slid the skin up over the head and tongued down into the opening before sliding it back down, my mouth following and taking the entire purplish head and half the shaft inside. "Ooohhh fuck Ryan I'm gonna cum oh fuck I'm gonna cum," he groaned out, his voice husky with young lust. I wanted to drink his sperm, to take his seed inside of me, but I like to watch a boy squirt first. I love watching a boy's smooth young face as his tender young balls give up their nectar. I love watching a young cock spew out the life producing liquid, seeing how much a boy makes, how far it shoots, how thick it is. With that in mind I quickly removed my mouth and went about stroking the shaft which thickened in my hand immediately as Keola thrust his hips up and down, helping me to jack him off. AAAHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he groaned as the end of his dick exploded, a stream of white cream erupting out, into the air and landing on his heaving torso leaving a four inch streak almost at his nipple and running downward. That first shot was followed by another five, number two and three equal in amount and distance as the first one, the latter two less in both categories. I pulled the shaft upright and took the head into my mouth and stroked him, coaxing the rest of his offering out of him and into me, tasting his boy sperm, licking the head as the stuff slowly oozed out into my mouth. My other hand fondled his balls as if to encourage more production but of course, the show was over. "Oh god stop Ryan, fuck that tickles so much," Keola giggled pushing my head away. Knowing just how sensitive it could be I released my hold on him but continued to stroke the still pulsing shaft. He was still breathing quite heavily as I moved up onto the sofa next to him and licked the cooling cum from his body, savoring its taste and texture. Boy seem to me to taste different that a more mature male but maybe that's just me. As I cleaned him off I reflected on the amount of liquid he produced, wondering for about the millionth time what controlled that. I'd asked a med student friend of mine once out of curiosity. I'd seen big balls that made small amounts and smaller balls that seemed to cause the cock they belonged to spew out like a fucking garden hose. He didn't have an answer. Maybe it was the prostate or something. I finally finished bathing the boy and looked up to see him smiling contentedly. "Now what? Are you gonna cum too Ryan?" he asked, "you want me to make you cum, I want to see you squirt out too." I could find no argument with that proposition so I asked him if he wanted to suck me some more or just jack me off. He wanted to suck my cock and started to move but I pushed his chest gently then straddled him, my cock then in his face. He took hold of the shaft and pulled it down and closed his mouth over it right away. He fondled my heavy nuts as he sucked and stroked. Normally getting sucked takes a long time for me to cum. However, when I'm with a boy for the first time, and a cute as hell one at that, it doesn't take as much. I was hopeful for a quick orgasm. I reached behind me and grasped onto his cock and stroked him while my other hand trailed through his hair. Since his cock was so close I guided it to my ass, pulled one cheek aside to open myself up a little, and moved his cock head back and forth against my hole. Keola stopped sucking. "Do you want me to fuck you Ryan?" he asked. "No, not right now. Putting your cock head against me is so fucking hot and will make me cum faster. Otherwise we'll be here for awhile." He nodded his head and took me back into his mouth. Since I have enough shaft, I put my free hand at the base and stroked in tandem with Keola's hand which was closer to the head. Fortunately, a boys recuperating powers are much faster than an adults so he stayed hard and his cock began leaking precum again which allowed me to drag his cock head across my asshole without a lot of friction. And so it was that I reached the sperming state fairly quickly. "I'm there Keola, I'm gonna cum." The boy took his mouth from my cock and continued to stroke it. I should have warned him but I figured that he knew what he was doing. I came with force and the first shot blasted him in the mouth, creaming his almost perfect lips. He opened his mouth right away and the next squirt went inside followed closely by three more. He angled the shaft downward at that point and the rest of my cum shot onto his neck and chest until it slowed to a dribble, dripping onto his chest. I didn't give it second thought but wiped my sperm from his torso, reached behind me and slathered my asshole with the first fingers full then used the rest of it on his cock, smearing the head. I grabbed the shaft and directed it my hole and sat back on it. The head slipped inside, causing me to wince and Keola's eyes to open wide. "Am I going to fuck you Ryan?" he asked with a little awe in his voice. I nodded my head "I'd like you to, that is if you want to." "Oh hell yes," he replied, the brightness of his teeth almost brightening the dimly lit room. The pain subsided and I let myself slowly sit on the boys' rampant cock until I could go no further. I felt filled up by him and felt good. "This is incredible," Keola said, his hand on my hips. "I never thought this would feel so fucking good." I began moving up and down on his lap, pulling myself almost all the way off of him then settling back down. Keola moved his hips to help accentuate my motion and helping to control the situation, fucking me as I was fucking him. I reached behind me and felt his balls as the squashed against my ass then cupped and tugged on them as soon as I moved up and they were free to hang. That the boy was in heaven was etched on his smooth face, the lazy Mona Lisa smile, the half closed lids, his increased breathing. I leaned down and kissed him, a deep throated, tongue battling, lips smashing kiss that required breathing through our noses. I could hardly wait for him to fuck me on my bed, me on my back and letting the boy control the situation. That thought caused me to move into action. I broke the kiss and slowly raised up off of him. "Come on," I said as his cock left my body, "lets do this right, on my bed." I climbed off and took his hand, pulling him to his feet and led him to the room and immediately lay on the bed, pulling my legs back and opening myself up to him. Keola needed no instruction and move between my outstretched legs. Holding his rampant cock, he guided it to my hole and slipped back inside until I felt his balls against my flesh. I told him how to place his hands under my legs and in seconds he had me rolled back, my ass aimed more upright so that he could drive down into me. His hands were along side my shoulders, his face above mine and I looked into his clear blue eyes. "Fuck me Keola. Drive your hard cock into me and fuck me hard Keola." I moaned. Instinct took over and Keola began the job that all males must do; drive their hard appendage into a tight orifice and inject their sperm in order to continue the race. Needless to say the tight orifice part I had down cold. Keola began driving down into me as though he'd been doing it for years. Its amazing how a boy knows instinctively what needs to be done. He pulled almost all the way out before slamming down, forcing his boy cock as far into me as possible, his balls whacking against me, before pulling back out and doing it all again. "Oh fuck baby your cock feels so good inside of me. Fuck me harder Keola, ram you hard cock into me. pump your sperm into me, oh god Keola fuck me harder." I loved talking while I fucked even more so when I was being fucked. Keola had picked up speed, ramming into me harder and making me move on the bed. I held my hands lightly on his shoulder, moaning and groaning with each powerful thrust of his young body. God I loved being fucked by a boy. "Shit I'm gonna cum Ryan, oh shit, oh shit oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuck," he groaned out as his cock thickened in my ass. His head thrown back, he ground his hips into me, staying inside and moving his slim little ass from side to side creating new feelings for the both of us. I reached between us and grasped my cock and pumped it furiously, bringing on my own orgasm, a powerful release of sperm which caused my asshole to constrict on the boy's cock. It must have created the illusory double orgasm because he began fucking me hard again as he almost screamed out. Eventually the intensity of the feelings died away and Keola started to pull out of me. "No Keola. Don't leave just yet. It feels good just having you inside of me and I want to sort of hang out in the afterglow for just a bit." He smiled and said okay, then leaned down and kissed me. I explained to him that he could actually lower my legs and move onto his knees then hold my legs back by placing his hands on my under thighs. He managed to get the picture as was soon kneeling, his cock still buried inside my ass. "So, I assume that was okay, that your first time was satisfactory," I asked. He nodded his head, his signature smile spread across his cute face and told me that it was incredible, fantastic, awesome, brilliant not to mention the most fun he'd had in his life. "Did it hurt when I went inside of you Ryan?" he asked. I explained that I was a little bit used to it so it wasn't bad at all and especially when he started fucking me. Then all I felt was good stuff. That caused him to smile again. About that time his cock softened and squished out of me, causing me to moan slightly at the loss of him. I hate that. when I got a cock inside of me I sort of want it to stay there awhile. He rolled off to one side then snuggled in to me. I let my fingers trail over his smooth face, over the closed lids, the small nose, onto the perfect lips. "You really are a beautiful boy, Keola. It makes me wish that I lived on Maui." He had opened his eyes, leaned in and kissed me firmly. "Me too, Ryan. Maybe you could come visit more often." I agreed that I could and if he wanted me to I would. "Oh yeah I want you to. Meanwhile we have all night cause I'm spose to be staying with a friend tonight." It was barely seven thirty and the thought of spending the entire night with the cute horny young teenage boy made me cock start to harden again. "Spending the night with you will be the highlight of my life Keola," I said before I pulled him to me and kissed him, my hand playing up and down his smooth back onto his delicious ass. Yes, it would be a highlight of my life.