First Date

This story is completely fiction and standard disclaimers apply. This story is intended for adults. It contains descriptions of sex between a grown man and a 17-year-old boy. If you are under the age of 18, if this material is illegal in your place of residence, or if man-boy relationships aren't your thing, then exit now. Otherwise, I hope you like it! I welcome any comments. I would like to know my reading audience so tell me something about yourself and what you liked (or disliked) about the story. troy161@hotmail.com

FIRST DATE

By Troy

I was sitting on the outer deck reading when Jason came by after football practice to cut the grass. He gave me a little salute and a smile as he came up on the deck with his gym bag. "You wanta do it now, or later, after you cut the grass?" I asked. "Later. You like me all sweaty," he said. "I didn't shower after practice; cutting the grass will add a new layer of fresh sweat." "Good." "I wore your favorite jockstrap, too," he said. "That's great." "I'm going in and change," he said. He went inside the sundeck to change into his work clothes, which consisted of sneakers and a pair of old green gym shorts that he'd outgrown in his freshman year. I caught my breath when he came out. No matter how many times I saw him like that, he took my breath away. He gave his shorts a hitch and skipped down the steps and walked to the garage to get the mower.

Into Puberty

I had watched Jason grow up in the last eight years from a ten-year-old boy-stud to an eighteen-year-old man-stud. Almost eighteen; he had a birthday coming up. I moved into the neighborhood as a young widower of twenty-four. Jason moved in across and down the street a year later, when he was ten. Even at that tender age he had the markings of a young stud, like a young colt has the markings of a stallion; the way his tight little butt sort of twisted when he walked, and his wide shoulders and deep chest to match his thick thighs. He was a boy but he already had the air of a man. I watched him walk past my house to and from school and each year he filled out more. At twelve, his youthful looks were the only thing that showed his age; his body was already beginning to belie his age. He was around thirteen when he showed up at my door with his lawn mower asking to cut my grass. He looked so damned cute standing there in a pair of middle-school gym shorts and a tank top, already muscular and nicely tanned. I hired him on the spot, but told him next time he could use my mower. He did a good job. He took pride in his work, especially for a boy that age, and I hired him to cut the grass on a regular basis and to help me do other work around the place. I loved having him around. The following summer he cut the grass and trimmed up the yard before going on vacation. I gave him a bonus to spend. When he came back from vacation two weeks later he came around to let me know he was home. I was in the back yard digging out some old shrubs that never did take hold. "Need any help?" I turned around to see who was talking to me. It was Jason but it wasn't Jason's voice. His voice had changed! "Whoa! What's this?" I asked. "When did that happen?" "It just happened," he said with an embarrassed shrug. "Well, that can mean only one thing," I said. "What?" "You're growing hair around your cock." He laughed. "There is a pretty good bush growing down there," he said with a prideful smile. "Well, congratulations," I said, patting his shoulder. "It's all coming together, the way you're growing up and filling out, your voice changing, growing hair around your cock, and you're probably able to come." "I've been doing that for a couple of years," he said. I think he was a little surprised, but pleased to hear me talking so openly about his budding manhood. There probably wasn't anyone else who paid any attention, openly.

At Fifteen

In his fifteenth year he had a spurt of growth that shot him up about seven inches which slimmed him down for a short time. But he began to fill out again almost immediately. He worked out regularly and he put on muscle easily. I enjoyed his company and he was a great help but I began to think it wasn't a good idea having him around. He was gradually getting harder and harder to resist. But I didn't have the nerve to cut him back on the work he was doing. He wanted to earn the money, and I was a total wimp. My weakness got me in real trouble.

At Sixteen

It happened when he was sixteen. Needless to say, he wasn't the average sixteen-year-old. He skipped right over the awkward stage of being a gangly teenager. He was a gifted athlete, already on the varsity football team and on the wrestling team. His face was smooth as a baby's butt, without blemish and he had a body that grown men would die for. He took great pride in his body. The grass had gotten too tall and he had to rake the yard after he cut it. He was hurrying because there was a dance he was going to and he was taking a girl he had been wanting to date for a long time. He was disappointed that his parents were out of town, but he was using my car. He was so grateful that I offered it to him. He rushed home to shower and came back carrying his necktie. "Can you tie this for me? My mom or dad usually does it." "I'll teach you to tie it," I said. "I don't have time to learn to tie a tie right now," he said. I looked at my watch. `You're not picking her up for an hour," I said. "Yeah...okay...I guess I'm a little jittery." "Calm down. She's just as jittery as you are," I said as I stepped around behind him and maneuvered him toward the mirror and put the tie around his neck. I tied it a couple of times then walked him through it. He tried, awkwardly, and ended up with a horrible looking knot.

"That looks like shit," he said.

"So untie it and do it again," I said.

Standing so close to him with my arms around him much of the time made me heady. He smelled so damned good and I was brushing against his backside and he didn't move away when I brushed against his butt. Dam, his ass felt like solid rock, as did his shoulders and his arms. We did it a half dozen times before he produced a suitable knot. He started to untie it but I stopped him as I stepped around in front of him.

"Hey, that knot's fine," I said.

"You think so?"

I tightened and adjust the knot and ran my hand down the tie, over his chest and punched him in the stomach. He was solid as hell. "You look like a stud," I said.

He smiled with embarrassed pride and gave his pants a hitch higher on his lean hips.

"I want to thank you for everything," he said.

"Have fun," I told him. "Just be careful."

"I guarantee, I'll bring your car back without a scratch."

"I was talking about you, not the car," I said.

"Do you want it home by any certain time?" he asked.

"What's your curfew?"

"I don't have one," he said.

"Well, set one so I know when to start worrying," I said.

"One o'clock?"

I frowned. "Will I get in trouble if your parents know I said yes to a one o-clock curfew?"

"Okay, twelve. Twelve-thirty. Do you want me to put the car in the garage and leave the keys in it so I don't have to wake you up?"

"No, just park in the drive. I want you to come up and wake me up and let me know you're home safe and sound. What time will your folks be home? "

"Probably before me," he said.

I swelled with pride as he I watched him walk to the car, as if he were my own son. God, that girl was lucky. I wondered if I should have mentioned how he should act on his date; I was sure he knew about sex, but it seemed I should have said something. But I wasn't his dad.

It was odd that I couldn't get to sleep from thinking about him. It wasn't my car I was worried about, but him. Dumb, dumb; it wasn't the first time he'd gone out on a date, but this time he had left from my house and would be returning to my house.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when the phone rang about midnight. What's happened, I wondered, with a feeling of panic. It was his mother.

"Ben, this is Elaine."

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

"No, not really. Is Jason back from his date yet?" "No, he set himself a curfew of one o'clock but backed it off to twelve-thirty." "That little shit. He knows his curfew is twelve o'clock." "Well, I can't start worrying till twelve-thirty," I said. "We're not going to make it back tonight, Ben. Would you tell Jason when he gets in, and I was wondering if you could sort of look in on him." "Oh sure, no problem. He'll be fine." "It's so good of you to be there for him, and offer your car for his date," she said. "He also knows how to tie a tie," I said. "Wonderful! His father will be glad to hear that." Jason drove in with a couple of minutes to spare. I was still awake. He came in quietly and I heard him coming up the stairs. He poked his head into my bedroom. "Ben?" he said softly. "Yeah, I'm awake. Come on in," I said. He tiptoed in as if he were going to wake me, and stood beside the bed. "Your keys are on the table downstairs," he said. "No scratches." "How was your date?" "Great." "I won't ask how great," I said. He laughed. "Look, Jason, your mom called and they won't be home till late tomorrow night. So why don't you spend the night here." It was concern for the boy's welfare that made me suggest it; honest to God. But when the words came out I realized what I had said.

"That's okay, I'll be okay," he said. "I think they would feel better if you slept here. I know I would," I said. "Well...if it's not an imposition." "You can have the next bedroom, right through that door," I said, pointing to the open door that adjoined the two rooms. "Adjoining rooms, just like a hotel," he said. "Yes, many of these older homes have them. It was so parents could be close to their young children." He went into the room and paused, looking for the door. "There's no door?" "No, there wasn't one there when I moved in and I never found any reason to put one up," I said. He didn't sound like it bothered him, he was just surprised. He shrugged and went over and turned on the lamp. He was in and out of my line of vision as he took off his tux and hung it on the back of the closet door. He charged my heart when he stepped in the doorway wearing only his shorts. Very brief briefs. "Hey, Ben, thanks again for the use of your car. I had a great time." "You're welcome." "Oh, and for showing me how to tie a tie," he added with a grin. "Your mom said your dad would be glad to hear that." "Hey, is it okay if I sleep naked? I do at home," he said. "Sleep any way you want. Sleep naked standing on your head if you want to," I said. "Thanks," he said, laughing. I didn't know if it was just a fluke that he took off his shorts then turned off the light, or if it was intentional that he torture me, but I got a nice glimpse of him totally naked, although it was a side then a back view. Not to complain; he had an awesome backside. The light was out and there was quiet. The moon shone through his window, casting his room in a soft light. I reminded myself to rearrange the bedrooms, so the view was direct from one bed to the other, in case this happened again. All I could see was the lower half of his bed but he didn't have the sheet on. My mind was racing; I was almost in a panic. I didn't know what to do. I knew one thing; I had this young god under my roof for the rest of the night and it sickened me that the opportunity might pass. I couldn't let that happen. Sex had long since become a matter of routine. Spot the guy, a few minutes of preening, the looks, then the move if the guy was interested. It was a mutual thing that served the purpose well. This was different. I wasn't used to the stress and mental gymnastics of putting the move on a sixteen-year-old. I was going down a rocky road of uncertainty. Even danger. I went over a hundred scenarios in my mind, most of them fantasies of the boy coming into my room with a big hardon and asking me to take care of it for him. It would be better if I closed my eyes and went to sleep and simply dreamed the fantasy. But not as rewarding, and the morning would be met with serious regret. I couldn't think of any way under the sun or moon to make the move. I didn't know what to say...there was nothing to say; hell he was probably asleep. But this young, teenage muscle-god was lying in the next room naked and asleep or awake, I had to do something. The matter took care of itself, as if it had been scripted. I was barely dozing off, and fighting it; I didn't want to waste time sleeping when I needed to be thinking of some way to bring my fantasies to life. The adjoining room had been a nursery, and the only door was the one that led into my room, so Jason had to go through my room to get to the bathroom. Fortunately, he'd had enough to drink that he had to get up and go. I saw his silhouette fill the doorway as he came into my room. Passing close by my bed, his silhouette took on flesh and the muscled curves of his body, including his cock that swung out in front of him at an awesome size. Then his butt and broad shoulders as he walked out of my room into the hallway. My heart was racing. When he came back would be my chance; perhaps my only opportunity. I still couldn't think of what to do or say to him but I was calmly confident that it would come. I heard the toilette flush and prepared myself. Braced myself, actually. When he came back into my room I squirmed and raised up as if I was just coming awake. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," he said quietly. "It's okay, I wasn't sleeping too soundly," I said. "Me either," he said. "Isn't the bed comfortable? I haven't slept in it for a long time." "Oh, yes, the bed's fine. I've just been lying in there, thinking..." "About your date?" "Yes." "I'm glad you had a good time." "I had a great time but I took her home not knowing for sure how she feels about me. Whether she likes me or Brady Colson." I knew of Brady Colson from the sports pages. He was a big, handsome stud who looked more like a college athlete than high school. He had black hair and snappy black eyes and an easy smile that he flashed for the cameras. "Well, you've got some competition there," I said. "One thing, she doesn't like hairy guys," he went on. "And Brady is hairy.

He's more hairy than most men. But he's got everything else going for him." "Hey, you're not to shabby yourself," I said. "Actually, there's one thing I've got over Brady; or at least I think I do. But it's not something you can tell a girl." "What's that?" "Brady's hung like a little boy." "Well, you've certainly got that going for you," I said. "He's got such a bush of hair, you can barely see his cock in the showers. Of course I don't know what he's got hard, But he's got girls lining up. I think he screws a different girl every night." "It's the jock thing," I said. "And he's a good looking guy. But so are you. And if he's screwing a different girl every night, maybe that's telling you something, if they don't go back for seconds." "I never thought of that. If I could just get the word out that I've got more to offer in the screwing department...not bragging, but it looks like I'm the best hung guy in the locker room." "Its not bragging if its fact," I said as I moved over on the the bed for him to sit down. He did, without hesitation. "Sometimes the best way to get your message across is to show them." "Yeah, I was going to do that tonight. I even took a couple of my dad's condoms. But it never got that far. Not that she fought me off; I just didn't have the nerve to follow through." "That'll come," I said. "Aw, I shouldn't be bothering you with my problems anyway; it's two in the morning." "I've got all night," I said. "I usually go in and talk to my mom and dad about my dates when I report in." "Glad I could be here for you." He laughed. "I couldn't talk to them about shit like that anyway. Geezuss, my mom would shit if she knew I took dad's condoms; even that I know where he keeps them." "Your mom? What about your dad?" "I don't think he would care. But there's still a limit to what I can talk to him about before he would have to turn into my dad." "Well, I'm not your dad, and I'm here anytime you want to talk, about anything," I said. It felt perfectly natural to reach out and put my hand on his bare leg. He flinched but didn't move away or pull his leg away. "My dad says that all the time, but he must know it's not true. There are some things you just don't talk to your parents about." "Its true with me," I said, squeezing his leg. "And if you don't want to borrow your dad's condoms, I've got a supply right over there in my top dresser drawer. Help yourself anytime." "Thanks. Maybe I will, till I can buy my own." He laughed. "Not that I need my own supply of condoms," he scoffed. "You will," I assured him. "And it won't be all that long. I'll bet." I should have patted his leg and removed my hand and sent him back to his bed but it didn't work out that way. I rubbed his leg instead, and didn't remove my hand but he moved his leg away. He put his hand down between his legs to shove his cock down where I thought it had begun to rise up. "I should have taken a cold shower while I was in the bathroom," he said. "That never worked with me," I said. "It doesn't work with me, either," he said. "So, what do you do about it?" I asked. It was coming so easy! "What do you think?" "Probably the same thing I do," I said. "No shit! You still...jack off?" "Everybody jacks off," I said. "Don't let anybody tell you any different." "I've often wondered if my dad ever jacks off." "I'm sure he does. Being married doesn't mean you stop jacking off. Sometimes a guy needs the feel of his own hand, if for no other reason, than to remember how it used to feel when he was a kid." Jason laughed. "Shit, I could just imagine me sitting on my dad's bed talking to him about this!" "He might surprise you. He would probably listen. Don't underestimate your dad." "Well, I guess I might as well go take care of this," he said jokingly. His leg muscles tensed to get up but I squeezed his thigh and he relaxed it. I pulled a small hand towel from under my pillow and handed it to him. He took it, rather gingerly, a frowning smile on his face. "I always keep a come towel under my pillow," I said. "No, shit! You do? I mean...you really do jack off?" "Sure. It's not something you have to make a big deal of," I said. He laid the towel over his cock, as if to hide it. "Its gong to take more than a hand towel to hide that thing," I chided him. " That'll require a bath towel." He laughed; a prideful laugh. When he started to get up again, I squeezed his thigh. "You don't have to go back in there to take care of it. You can stretch out right here if you want to," I said. He seemed embarrassed at the idea and I heard him swallow, a hard gulp. "You wanta watch?" he asked. "Sure." I moved over to make room for him beside me. He stood and turned back and put his knee in the edge of the mattress. "Geezusss!" I gasped when I saw his cock in all its hard, throbbing glory. He laughed and lay down beside me with the towel draped over his thigh and wrapped his hand around his cock. I noticed his fingers didn't reach all the way around. "You wanta...do it together?" he asked, his voice hoarse and husky. "Sure." I cocked my right knee up and reached down for my own cock. We lay there in a state of embarrassed silence, moving our hands up and down our stiff cocks. It looked like he was every bit as big as me, maybe bigger. And he wasn't finished growing. Shit, he was going to be a horse by the time he reached his full growth. "Not to be nosey, but does your dad buy regular size condoms?" "Yeah. They're a pretty tight fit, and they don't go all the way down on me, " he said. "Why, do they come in different sizes?" "Yes. Large, and even extra large," I said. "No shit. I didn't know that." "Mine are large size," I said. "Well, I know where I'm going to get my condoms from now on," he said. " Not that I'm gonna need em all that much," he added with a chuckle. We lay jacking ourselves off and me wondering what it was going to take for me to at least reach out and put my hand on his cock. If I didn't have the balls to do that, how was I ever going to work up the nerve to go down on him? "Ben...do you think I could try one on?" he asked timidly. "Yeah, I'll get you one." I leaned over and got one out of the night stand. "You keep em handy, huh?" "Yes." "What do you do, buy them by the gross?" he asked. "Not quite. By the dozen," I said. "I'll bet you get a lot of pussy," he said. "My share, I guess. All I want." I tore open the condom and tossed the packet on the floor. There was a split second of fumbling when he started to reach for the condom and maybe I started to hand it to him but then I reached down to put it on him myself. "Here, I'll do it for you," I said. He drew his hand back and let me. I don't know where the courage came from but I had the boy's cock in my hand!! It was so damned big! Tall, and thick! I had trouble getting the condom rolled down over the head. "Shit, is this going to fit?" I said. "I know I have a lot of trouble getting one of my dad's on," he said. Once the condom was over the head it was easier to roll it down the tall shaft. It came within two inches of reaching all the way. "You're gong to have to buy the extra large one of these days," I said as I worked my hand up and down the smooth latex. "Now I'm not going to be able to get it off," he said.

"Do you want me to take it off for you? Or do you want to finish jacking off and take it off when it's not so hard?"

"I sort of like to watch myself shoot," he said with an embarrassed grin. "That might sound weird, but I do."

"No, it's not weird," I said. "I'll take it off." I managed to get hold of the ring at the bottom and pull the condom off inside out. I had to tug it off the head but it finally snapped free. Then I did the next most natural thing of my life. I wrapped my hand around his bare cock!

Jason didn't seem to mind, or even think anything of it.

"Do you mind if I do this?"

"Awwh, no, your hand feels good," he said as he pumped his cock up and down through my fist.

"Somebody else's hand always feels better than your own," I said. "Didn't you ever jack off with any of your buddies, have them jack you off?"

"There was this one kid when I was about twelve, who wanted to play with my cock and I let him. But that was the only time, and I never jacked him off." I didn't care. If he was that straight, that was okay with me.

"Awww, your hand feels so good," he moaned again. "You ever do this for anybody else?"

"Only a special couple of guys," I said. I leaned up so I could play with is balls. They were big; they filled my hand, heavy, and full. "You' ve got balls to match your cock," I said.

"Yeah, they hang pretty heavy sometimes."

"When they're full?"

"That's not where come is stored," he said.

"I know, it's only a figure of speech," I said. "You need to get the word out."

"The word?"

"About this," I said, squeezing his cock. "And these." I hefted his balls. "Once the word is out, that guy Brady is going to be sitting home playing with himself and wondering what the fuck happened."

"Yeah, like I am right now," he said.

"Hey, sorry it's not a pussy, but my hand will have to do for the moment," I said.

"I didn't mean that. Your hands feel good. I'm just wondering how it's happening. I never figured you for this."

"I never figured I would find you in my bed at two in the morning,"

I said.

I half expected him to reach over for my cock but he was too straight. That was okay. I had my dream in my hand and my fantasy unfolding before me. My mouth was watering and my asshole twitching with an itch. My asshole would have to wait. I wet my lips several times in preparation but my courage waned each time. Jacking him off was one thing. Going down on him was something else entirely. I didn't know how he would react to that. I wanted to ask him but I didn't know how. But then, the next time he moaned and told me how wonderful my hand felt, the words came as easily as before.

"Jason...I'm going to do something else if you'll let me...to make it feel even better." I think he was about to ask me what but I was already bending down over his middle and he didn't have to ask. I tensed, praying that he didn't freak out or flee, that he would let me do it and know how wonderful it could feel. I wet my lips again just before sliding them down over the head of his cock.

"Ohhhhhh!" he gasped in surprise. "Ohhh, Geezusssss!"

I kept the head of his cock in my mouth, slathering my tongue around it like it was an ice cream cone. It wasn't, it was hot cock, and I was being rewarded by the warm ball juice that was boiling up out of it. "Ohh, Fuck!" he cried softly. "Ohh, yeahhhh, suck it."

He was hunkering himself up, trying to shove more of his cock in my mouth but I kept him in check. I would take him, but in my own time; I needed time to get used to his size. I guessed him to be eight inches or so and thick as hell. I would really have to stretch my throat around that much meat. I let him fuck through as much of his cock as would fit in my mouth but blocked him at my throat. He could have forced me if he wanted to, but he didn't know that. He could have shoved my head down and thrust upward and I would've been impaled on the huge hunk of meat.

"Ohhh...Ohhhhh...Ohhhhhhh...Awwwhhhh...Ohhhhh...Oh, Godd!" I raised up, drooling. "Dam, you've got a big cock!" "Do you think you can you take it all?" he asked desperately. "As soon as I get used to it. I'll have to work it into my throat."

"Aww, that'd be great."

I went back down on him and began working his cock in my throat. Just a little pressure at first, then a lot of pressure and finally my throat opened enough so the head popped through. It was an accomplishment; like trying to swallow a baseball. If he hadn't been so hard I think I could have swallowed him but he was like a steel rod that would've bored me a new throat, or most certainly straightened the one I had. I kept his pubes as my goal, forcing my mouth lower and lower around the shaft.

"Aww, fuck, you're gonna do it," he gasped. "Mann, you're doing it!"

His excitement spurred me on. Finally his pubes brushed my lips and I dove all the day down, locking my lips around the base of his cock. He gasped and choked, he was so excited. I choked too. I held him like that for a moment, working my throat muscles, squeezing and milking up and down the shaft. Finally, when I felt I could handle him, I began to suck him again. The first dozen strokes were deep-throat, keeping his cock in my throat. Gradually, I worked my way upward till the head popped into my mouth and I used my tongue again. He was drooling ball-juice, writhing on the bed, groaning like he was in pain.

"Am I supposed to come in your mouth?" he asked, short of breath.

"Yes, if you want to."

"Aw, yeah, I want to. It'll be great, finishing me off like that."

I was moving up and down the full length of him, locking my mouth around the root of his cock and lapping at his balls with my tongue while I was down there. I used my drool to wash them with my hand and slid my fingers under them, along the crack of his ass. It was too soon for that, but I wanted to strike the blow for a later time; plant the seed

Suddenly he stopped me, squeezing his cock tightly. "Give me a minute to back off," he gasped. "I don't wanta come yet."

We waited then I went back to sucking him. He backed himself off several times and while I waited, I nuzzled down and sucked on his balls. He liked that, too. I thought he would warn me when he was ready to come. But there were no more back-offs; he couldn't hold it any longer, and I don't think he wanted to. Suddenly, without warning, I felt his hot come spewing into my mouth in great, long and powerful spurts. Within seconds, my tongue was covered with his boy-semen and seconds more my mouth was full. He tasted wonderful. So richly salty-sweet, so fresh and boy-like. I swallowed but he kept coming and no sooner had I gulped it down, he filled my mouth again. My Godd, I thought, where is it all coming from! I had forgotten that teenagers are so full of testosterone and come. I swallowed the second mouth-full and his cock boiled out more onto my tongue. I lapped my tongue around the head, slathering his come all over his cock. I sucked him till he was twitching and gasping and begging me to stop, he couldn't stand it any more.

I continued to hold his cock in my mouth without moving my tongue. He lost his rigidity but not his hardon. I'd forgotten that, too, that kids his age could stay hard for days.

"Wow!" he gasped, throwing one arm across his forehead.

"Yeah. I didn't think you were going to stop coming," I said.

"I think you drained every drop out of me," he said. "That's okay, though, I can make more and be ready to go again in a couple of minutes. Fuck, I can't believe you swallowed my load."

"You wouldn't let me get off your cock, I had to," I said.

"Was I holding your head that tight?"

"Yeah, like a vise. I don't know if I would've tried taking your load if I'd known how much you shoot."

"I gotta take a piss," he said as he got off the bed.

I watched his perfect teenage body leave the room and wondered if what he was left with was a piss hardon. It wasn't, as I discovered when he came back to the room. He came back with his cock standing out and bobbing up and down as it throbbed.

"Shit, that took less than two minutes," I said, looking at his cock.

"Do you want it again?" he asked.

"As long as you want to give it to me," I said.

He wasn't timid. When he got back on the bed, he boldly straddled my chest and stuck his cock in my face. I opened my mouth and he began fucking my face. I liked his boldness. He was going to be fun to have around.

It lasted the rest of the night. When he had shot off a second time he told me he could sometimes come three or four times, and sometimes his cock didn't go down even then. He was as good as his word. I sucked him till my throat was sore and I sucked him some more. "Do you want it again?" he kept asking. Yes, I wanted this boy till he couldn't get hard any more; till he was empty. Finally, he simply got tired, I think. He was lying beside me and fell asleep, but his cock was still throbbing up over his stomach. I lay with my arm across his chest, letting the head of his cock brush against my forearm. I slept, too, the most satisfied and contented sleep I'd had in a very long time.

Needless to say, he woke up with a hardon. He went to the bathroom but still had it when he came back to my room.

"Do you want to do it again before I go to school?" he asked.

"Today's Saturday," I reminded him.

"Oh, yeah, that's right. Well, do you want it again before I go home?" "Sure."

He stretched out on his back with his legs spread apart and shoved his cock up for me. I went down on it and sucked him, I think, for the sixth time. I would have done it again, but he seemed anxious to get home.

"Did my parents know I was spending the night here?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Okay." "Jason," I said as he was about to leave.

He looked over his shoulder with a sly mischievous grin. "I don't have time to do it again," he said. "Maybe tonight."

"I was just going to say...don't say anything about this to anyone. Not to any of your friends."

"Oh, I won't," he said.

I had to believe him. My life depended on it.

We didn't get together that night, of course, because his parents returned home. Jason came by on his way to school on Monday morning, early. I was sipping coffee on the deck.

He was all smiles and a little jittery, like he was nervous about something.

"What's up, Jason?" I asked.

"Nothing. Well, actually, there is," he said, groping his jeans. He laughed softly. "Do you have time?"

"If you do."

"I'll take time. I'll be late for school if I have to."

I nodded toward the door. By the time I took another sip of coffee he was inside and tearing off his clothes. He was like a boy who had just discovered sex for the first time in his life. He couldn't get enough. Once wasn't enough. I had to suck him off twice before sending off to school. That summer was the best summer of my life. Jason said it was for him, too. He was at my house almost every day, or at a minimum, every other day. He kept the grass cut short and the yard looking like it was manicured. He planted flowers for me. He painted the back fence. Anything to be there and get his reward. I paid him well, but he knew there was always a bonus; getting his cock sucked.

Seventeen

He was seventeen when he discovered the pleasures of his ass and his tits; and my ass. I don't know how I come to ignore his tits for so long. He had terrific chest muscles but it was like I just woke up one day and noticed his tits. His nipples were big, like pencil erasers. They poked against his shirt. I had him spread out on the mattress over the tail end of the pickup, down on my haunches, sucking his balls and kissing the inside of his thighs. I worked up and down the underside of his cock, making it twitch and throb and that's when his tits caught my eye. It was like discovering a hidden treasure. I followed my eye, kissing and dragging my tongue back and forth across his taut abs as I made my way to his chest. He looked down at me like he was wondering what I was going to do. I lashed my tongue back and forth across his chest, along the underside of his thick pecs. Then I washed all around the thick muscles with my tongue, moving in smaller circles as I closed in on his tits. He let out a little gasp when I lashed his right nipple with my tongue and I knew I had him.

"UUhhnnnnnn! Awwwhhhh!" he moaned as I sucked on the turgid nipple.

I sucked and nibbled and lashed at it while he moaned and writhed under me, then I moved to the other side of his chest. He put his hand on the back of my head as if to guide me to it, and pressed my face hard against this pec muscle when I started to suck it.

"Godd, now I know what a girl must feel like," he said.

"Have you ever sucked a girl's tits?" I asked.

"Yeah, lots of times, and they love it. I can see why, now. But it 's as far as I ever get."

"I have a feeling that's going to change soon," I said. I worked on his tits for awhile then made my way back down his stomach. He groaned with disappointment when I by-passed his throbbing cock. I headed for his balls again, squatted down on my haunches again to suck them first. I was sorely tempted to travel lower under his balls but I stopped at the crack of his butt. I didn't think that seed had taken root yet. But it did, soon. Another time a few weeks later, he was bending over to pick up his jockstrap when I surprised the hell out of him by suddenly succumbing to the terrible urge and leaned in and buried my face in his ass. "Awwhh! Aww, w-what're you d-doing!" he stammered over his shoulder. He started to straighten up but I knelt fully and grabbed his tight, round buns and pulled them apart and drove my tongue into his asshole and he decided to stay bent over. I'd just sucked him off but that didn't seem to matter. I reached around to feel his big cock hard as hell again. When I reached around front he grabbed his right butt cheek and pulled it apart. I got to jack him off and tongue his ass at the same time. He got so excited! He maneuvered himself around a quarter turn and stretched out bent over the tailgate with his butt turned up high and his legs spread way out. His cock stuck down against the edge of the tailgate, begging for its own attention. I worked the whole area of his manhood, starting at the head of his cock where I lapped along the underside then pulled it back and sucked it in long strokes, then gobbled up his low-hanging balls, then lapped up the crack of his ass. His hole was gaping and clenching and I dove in with my tongue. He let out a little scream that he muffled in the mattress and started thrashing his butt around so hard it was difficult to keep my tongue on target. I worked him with my tongue and later added a finger. He took it well and moaned and begged me to keep doing it so I added a second finger and found his prostate and that drove him crazy. He was fairly dancing around on my finger. I finished him with my tongue, now deeper than ever before with his hole so loose and relaxed. Suddenly his asshole spasmed and I felt a surge of come jolting through the thick vein and a split second later it shot out all over the garage floor. I'd just got him off minutes before and it looked like a hose was turned on and he was white-washing the floor of my garage. I tongued him till he was whimpering for me to stop.

He lay there for a moment, gasping for breath.

"Ohh, fuck...that must be something like what a girl felt like when she's getting fucked," he said as he pushed himself up "It is," I said. He gave me a funny look then suddenly realized what I'd said. I definitely had his curiosity aroused. "You sound pretty definite on that," he said with a sly grin. "Almost like... the voice of experience." He was grabbing up his clothes. "Okay, my secret's out," I said "I gotta get my ass home but I definitely want talk about this some more," he said as he pulled his jockstrap up. He was back the next day right after school. He never even went home first; he stopped by my place on the way. I wasn't home yet. I found him waiting on the deck when I got home. "Hey, Jason," I greeted him. My heart thumped hard at the sight of him, so neatly dressed in nicely-fitting jeans and a yellow T-shirt. He got right to it. "We gotta talk," he said. "Sure. What's up?" "My dick...ever since yesterday...thinking about your little secret." "Oh, that," I said with a smile. "Yeah, that!" he exclaimed. "I wanta know what you meant by that." "What do you think I meant by it?" "It sounded like...like you...like you would let me...fuck you." "Yes, I would." Even though he had guessed it, his eyes popped open and his mouth dropped. " Fuck, I knew it! I was afraid to believe that's what you meant, but I knew it couldn't be anything else. Are you serious? You would let me fuck you?" "As long as you don't rip me a new asshole with that horse cock of yours." "I won't! I'll be as easy...and gentle...as you want me to be." He stood up. "Can we go inside...up to your room?"

"Dam, you're anxious," I said, laughing.

"I haven't been able to think about anything else," he said. "I actually jacked off last night, just thinking about it and wondering if what I was thinking might be true. I don't do that much anymore...jack off...don' t have to, but I did last night."

"Well, we can't let you waste come like that," I said.

I took him upstairs where he practically ripped his clothes off. I had the feeling I was in for a rough ride, anxious as he was, but he turned gentle-giant on me when the time came. He watched me with a look of intrigue as I stripped down and got my ass ready, first with deadening lube then with regular lube.

"Do I use a condom?" he asked.

"Not unless you want to. You don't have to," I said.

"Okay."

I lubed up his cock then stretched out on the bed on my stomach. I thought it would be best this way his first time; he could turn me over on my back and fuck me like a girl when he was ready. I spread my legs out wide and tilted my butt up for him as he crawled on the bed. It was a tough entry, due to his size, and twice he got discouraged that his cock wasn't gong to fit but I urged him on, assuring him that I could take him.

Despite the deadening lube, it felt like he was indeed ripping me a new asshole when he head popped through. I saw stars! But once in, he was eager to explore the very depths of my body and he plowed right on in. I choked down my groans of pain and let him impale me on his huge cock. But the pain quickly went away as he began to fuck me and he soon had me writhing and groaning with pure pleasure. It was the first that I realized just how big he was, when I felt his cock pounding against a spot deep past all the organs he'd shoved out of the way, like he was beating the head of a drum. It jolted me every time he did it, reverberating in my head, and it felt like he was stretching it wide open but not quite. Nobody had ever touched that spot before. I didn't even know I had it, but for the first time, I wished his cock was even bigger than it was.

Jason was a natural cocksman. He fucked me better than most guys who had come before him, and there were a lot of them. Part of it was his awkward inexperience, part of it was his huge cock, and his intensity. He drove me wild. He made me come all over the bed. He was delighted when he saw the mess I made all over the sheets.

Fucking me became a big part of his life after that. Mine, too. I loved sucking his cock and he liked me doing it, as well as eating his ass, but he almost always ended up fucking me.

Summer of Seventeen

Jason packed on even more muscle that summer. And his cock grew even bigger!

I wouldn't have thought it possible, and I didn't know really how big he was getting till one he was fucking me and I realized that he was boring through the drum-head barrier that he'd been pounding and stretching for so many months.

"Ohh, My Godd!" I cried softly as I felt what was happening.

"Yeah? That good?" he asked with that crooked little smile of his.

"Oh, Godd...Godd, Yesss! Oh, Jason...Ohhhh, give it to me... drive it in hard...hit me with it...OHHHHHH!......Awwwhhhhh, fuck me, you big stud! Fuck me deep!"

"I'm fucking you as deep as I can, man, I've only got so much cock. "

I clung to his muscular body, my head tossed back in pure ecstasy that not even he had brought me to before. I saw stars dancing on my eyelids when I closed my eyes. Jason's breath was coming in gasps as he worked to fuck me the way I begged him to. I couldn't even cry out, now. All I could do was gasp for my breath as he pounded his huge cock unmercifully and deep...so deep...!

The head of his cock popped back and forth through the sphincter/barrier, like he stretching an O-ring and each time it bore through to the other side to that open space that seemed wired with tiny electric currents, I choked on my screams.

"Shit, feels like...this might be...a good time...to come," he gasped as he fucked me, so hard the bed was knocking against the wall.

He didn't wait for my answer. He gave it to me in long, thick powerful spurts. It was like he was filling a reservoir that had lay empty all these years and the electricity was firing as his hot come shorted them out.

Afterwards I lay limp and exhausted, my head still spinning and feeling so full that I imagined I was bloated. I didn't even have the strength to suck in the air I needed.

"Fuck!" Jason exclaimed as he hovered over me on his arms with his cock still inside me. "That was the wildest fuck I ever had! I must have touched something in there...it sure set you off."

"You did. You've been touching it for a long time...a spot so deep inside me...nobody ever touched it before...nobody ever went that deep... this time, though, you more than touched it. You bored through it. Goddd!"

"I sure hope I can make a girl feel like that one of these days," he said.

It was the first I realized that the boy was a virgin! That made our sex all the more special and exciting. He still dated girls but I couldn't figure out what he was waiting on. He had everything going for him; hot good looks, a body to kill for, muscles in his shit, and a cock that I was sure must be dam near ten inches long. Shit, what was the matter with the females in his life!

One Saturday he came by early in the morning to tell me that he wouldn't be doing any work that day. He was going to the lake with some friends.

"Male or female?" I asked with a grin.

"It's a mixed crowd. Nobody's going to be with a date; at least not starting out."

"Hey, do you have a beach towel?" I asked.

"I've got one of my mom's bath towels," he said.

"I'll get my beach towel for you." He followed me inside and upstairs where I dug out my beach towel. It was deep blue with sailboats on one end. I flung it out to its full size.

"Wow! That's a bedspread," he said.

"It'll hold two," I assured him.

He unrolled his towel to get his swim suit.

"Let's see your suit," I said.

He handed it to me. I held it up, I know with a look of disappointment. It was one of those horrible baggy things that reach to the knees; California baggies or something. I hated them.

"This is horrible," I said.

"Huh? It's what guys are wearing these days," he said.

"I'll show you what guys should be wearing," I said. I dug around in my bottom dresser drawer and brought out three swim suits. I laid one out on the bed; a deep blue, tight-fitting boxer-brief style, cut high on the leg. "If you like boxer style, at least make it one that fits."

"Looks like it would fit all right," he said.

"You wanta try it on?"

"Sure, why not?"

He took off his clothes, down to his socks and pulled the suit on. He pulled it up his thighs and stretched it around his butt and stuffed his manhood down in the pouch. He really filled it out in the butt and in front.

"Dam! This doesn't leave much to the imagination," he said.

"Why would you want to leave anything to the imagination?" I asked.

"I don't know...it's a pretty snug fit," he said, eyeing himself in the mirror.

"Is this guy Brady Colson going to be there?"

"Yeah."

"Well, this is your chance to set the record straight about who's the better man," I told him.

He hefted the pouch and smiled. "Yeah, I guess it would be."

"Try this on," I said, handing him another suit; a yellow thong.

"Hell, I can't wear this," he said.

"Try it on. See how you look in it before you decide you're not going to wear it."

He peeled off the boxer and pulled the thong on. I adjusted the thin strap in back down the crack of his butt. He hefted the pouch in front and it bounced with his weight. My eyes popped when I saw him from the front. He looked like a god! A very-well endowed god!

"Geezusss! I would get arrested wearing this," he said.

"Yeah, for carrying a concealed weapon," I said. "I assume it's a public beach. This is usually reserved for a private beach."

"Have you ever worn it?"

"Sure."

"You know where there's a private beach? One that's this private?"

he asked, motioning to himself in the mirror.

"Yes. But this one is out for today. I've got one more."

"I can hardly wait."

I gave him the bikini in a blue bandana print. It wrapped itself snugly around his lean hips, hugged his tight, round butt and stretched in front to nicely accommodate the size of his manhood. It wasn't indecent if you were a member of a temperance league.

"This is nice," he said. "Only thing, it shows where I'm not tanned."

"It's a good chance to get more tanned," I said. "And I think it shows a bit of daring, revealing what kind of suit you usually wear, and now you're telling the world that you're going more daring."

"Yeah, I like that."

"Why don't you take them both; this one and the boxer. Either one of them will serve your purpose."

"Which is?"

"To let those girls know, unequivocally, who's the better man."

"Yeah . Fuck, I'll show `em, and Brady."

"Do you have condoms?" I asked.

"No, it's not that kind of thing," he said.

"Don't ever say it's not that kind of thing. Don't ever walk out the door on a date without a condom. It might well be that kind of thing when the girls get a look at you in that suit," I said. I went to my dresser and dug out three condoms and tucked them in his jeans pocket.

"You must think I'm going to be busy," he said, laughing.

"I know what you're capable of," I said. Jason was back to cut my grass and I was anxious to hear about his day at the lake. I watched him walk back and forth across the yard, the muscles in his broad shoulders rippling. His triceps bulged from pushing the mower. His thick muscular thighs bulged with the power behind the mower. His legs reminded me of a young stallion; more so, perhaps, because I knew what he carried between them. His green shorts had grown tighter so they rode way low across his middle and so high on his thighs that there wasn't any leg to them. I went in to get some iced tea. I took it out to him and he rubbed the glass across his chest, sweat running down his abs.

"Thanks."

"Yeah...thank you," I said, letting my eyes roam up and down his spectacular torso.

"For what?" he asked.

"For this," I said, with a wave at his body.

He laughed.

I leaned in a licked the sweat off his chest.

"Not out here, somebody might see," he said, stepping back.

"They would have to have a ladder to see over the fence," I said, but I didn't pursue it.

"Why don't you take a break in on the deck; I can't wait to hear about your day at the lake," I said.

"I'm almost finished," he said. Then he added with a mischievous grin, "It'll give me a chance to work up some more fresh sweat for you."

I went back into the deck to wait and watch. I was feeling fluffed up and I could hardly wait to listen to his story, and then go to work on his sweaty young body.

Jason came up on the deck and boldly stripped of his shorts, down to his jockstrap. He slouched back in the chair and rubbed the cold glass of tea over his face and neck and chest and abs. He put it down on his jock-pouch and brought it up between his legs. It was sensual as hell.

"Well? Tell me about it," I said.

"Well, I put Brady in his place once and for all, along with a couple more guys," he said.

"How?"

"Well, they were all surprised as hell when I didn't show up wearing my baggy suit."

"Which one did you wear?" I asked.

"All of them, actually," he said. "I put the thong on, then the bikini on over that and then the boxer. Brady tried to make fun of me but he gave it up pretty quick when he saw how the girls were reacting. Even his own girlfriend was checking me out and told Brady he should get a suit like mine so he would have a better tan on his thighs. I hung around in the boxer for awhile then spread the towel out and peeled it off; said I was going to get a real tan. There were a lot of whistles and cat-calls when they saw me in the bikini."

"Get to the good part...did you wear just the thong?"

He laughed. "It took a lot of working up courage, but yeah, I did,"

he said.

"Oh, that must have caused a riot."

"It sure pissed Brady off," he said. "The thong pushed everything up and out under the bikini and the girls were all of a sudden getting very interested in what they were seeing. Hell, nobody ever showed off that much before in a swim suit. Most of the guys weren't pissed, they were just surprised at my balls. I got real bold and asked one of the girls if she wanted to put suntan oil on my upper thighs where I was still pale. Two of them volunteered, which pissed Brady off royally. He's used to getting all the attention. One of them noticed the yellow sticking out of the back of my suit and asked me if I had on a yellow jock. I told her no, it was another swim suit, in case I wanted to get more tan. They laughed and asked me how much more I could possibly tan without getting naked. I showed them. Man, they squealed like hell when I pulled the bikini off. I was lying on the blanket when I took it off so I was lying on my back. The front, the pouch, bulged up like there were two fists stuffed in there."

"Brady must have been green," I said.

"He was having a tough time maintaining his composure," Jason said. "He got so pissed when I turned over on my stomach that he grabbed his stuff and left."

"You showed them your butt?"

"Yeah, one of the girls noticed the suit was riding up awfully high on my hip and I turned over to show her how high it rode up, and handed her the suntan oil to put on my butt."

"Did she?" I asked excitedly.

"She sure did, along with the help of a couple of other girls. I think that's the reason Brady left; he was afraid his girlfriend was going to volunteer to put oil on me."

"This story is getting me hot," I said. "How does it end?"

"I don't know how it ended for Brady, but I didn't bring any of your condoms back," he said with a cocky grin.

"Oh, I only loaned them to you, I wanted them back," I said with a scowl. He gave me a funny look. He thought I was serious till I laughed.

"Fucker, what would you do with used condoms?" he asked, laughing.

He finished his tea while he groped his jockstrap with his other hand. He set the glass down and stood up in front of me. "The sweat is evaporating," he said. I buried my face in the bulging pouch of his jock, sucking in the aroma of him. He shoved my face into his crotch, back under his jockstrap. I lapped the warm, salty sweat, heady with his man-smell. He wouldn't let me have his cock till his jockstrap was soaked with my spit. Then he pulled it aside and gave me his cock.

After he had expanded his tan wearing the bikini and the thong, he wanted to get an all over tan. "Would it be all right if I laid out in your back yard?" he asked me.

"Sure, but you'll have to explain to your parents and the guys in the locker room how you got tanned all over...where you found to lay out naked. "

"Screw the guys in the locker room. I'll let them wonder," he said.

"What about your mom and dad?"

"I'll make sure I wear shorts around them, so they won't see me." It was frustrating as hell, watching the boy lie out in my yard stark naked and not being able to touch him. He wouldn't do anything in the yard. He was almost paranoid about somebody seeing us, even though it was an eight-foot fence and lined with boards on the inside so there were no cracks to see through.

Then one day he asked me about the private beach I'd mentioned.

"Well, it's not so much a beach as a lake," I said.

"But it's private?" he asked. "Private enough to wear that yellow thing you showed me?"

"Private enough that you don't even have to wear the thong if you don't want to."

"It's a nude beach, or lake?"

"Clothing is optional," I said.

"Can we go?" he asked anxiously.

"Maybe. I'll think about it. But you need to understand, it's not a sex club or anything. You're not going to see people naked in piles having orgies."

"Maybe I can change all that," he joked.

I decided to take him to the beach. He was old enough. Not yet eighteen, but the age limit was sixteen when accompanied with a parent, guardian or responsible adult. He was so excited to pack his tiny yellow thong in the big blue beach towel and be on our way.

It was a two hour drive and another slow trek down a long lane. I gave Jason my key card and he got out and swiped it to let the gate up.

"How come you didn't tell me about this before?" he asked as he was getting back in the car.

"I didn't think you needed to know."

"When were you going to tell me?"

"I don't know. Maybe never."

"I can believe you would keep this from me."

"Well, you're here, so just shut up," I joked.

Jason showed his ID and I registered him as my guest. Then we went to the men's change room.

"We just walk out like this?" he asked as he pulled the tiny yellow thong on and adjusted his manhood in the pouch.

"I'm not sure how far you'll get," I said. "Why, are you nervous? "

"A little."

"Well, slip your jeans on over your suit, you can take them off later when you feel more comfortable," I said.

"Yeah, I'll do that."

I slipped on a white thong with O-ring slides that allowed the front to be spread wide or pushed in to form a gathered pouch. I put a blue-print bikini on on top of that. Then I put on a snug-fitting boxer.

"Are you wearing all of those?"

"Yeah, I'll take them off as the situation warrants, like you did at the lake," I said. "One thing we didn't touch on, Jason."

"What's that?"

"If you tell anybody I brought you here, I'll kill you."

He laughed. "Hey, I don't tell anybody anything that we do."

We walked out of the change room. Jason grabbed his share of attention immediately, in his jeans and no shirt. People looked openly at him, heads turned, and I got some curious looks. I knew what was behind those looks; they were wondering about a guy my age with a hot teenager.

"He's my little brother," I said to one guy who was gaping at us and giving us a leering smile. The guy scurried off. Jason laughed.

"Do you think he believed that?"

"I don't know, but he's not gaping at us anymore," I said.

We walked around, admiring the scenery, most of it on two legs, but it was mostly Jason being admired. I could hardly wait till he found the nerve to take off his jeans and appear in that tiny yellow thong. So far, Jason hadn't seemed to notice that all the guests were male and I hoped it didn't bother him or disappoint him when he did notice. We walked down to the lake and stood in the shallow water, our feet buried in the warm, wet sand.

"We'll go in swimming as soon as you work up the nerve to shed your jeans," I chided him.

"I'm getting there," he said. We stopped by the deli and picked up lunch to take with us. I recognized a few guys from previous visits. Their eyes popped when they saw me with Jason. We stopped to talk with one guy, Adam. I told him I hadn't been there for awhile and he filled me in on some of the changes. "Have you checked out the Path to Paradise?" he asked, pointing to a small but artistic sign posted at the beginning of a path leading into the thick woods. "No, what is it?" "Just what the sign says. Let's just say they've grown a lot more lax, even liberal, in policing the grounds. Why don't you take this young stud and have your lunch down along the path? Or I'll take him...and have lunch," he said.

It's posted no one under eighteen, but they don't enforce it." "That's okay, I'm eighteen," Jason lied. "Do you wanta to check it out?" I asked Jason "Hell, yeah." Adam swallowed hard, like he was trying to work up the courage to say something. He finally did, just as we were about to move on. "Please tell me you're not going to wear those jeans your entire visit," he said to Jason. "No, he's just working up the courage to take them off," I said.

We headed for the sign and the dark opening into the woods. It was cool in under the trees, barely a streak of sunshine allowed in through the thick foliage. The path was narrow but well worn, with paths leading off to more secluded areas in the brush and the grass. I could make out two guys in a sixty-nine and wondered if Jason saw it. I didn't point it out to him. Whatever he saw or learned on this little venture was going to be on his own. Twenty yards or so down the main path we came upon a nest in the grass just a few feet off the path. There were two bodybuilders lying in the thick bed of grass in a passionate embrace, their legs entwined, one writhing half on top of the other as he groped between the man's legs. They were kissing! I paused and glanced in their direction and Jason looked too. I watched carefully for his reaction to the two men who were in the throes of the most passionate kiss I' d ever seen. It was made more so because they were so muscular and perfectly put together. I thought, such perfection couldn't be questioned in any way.

When Jason didn't say anything I moved on, but I noticed him give them one more quick look over his shoulder.

"Wow!" he said.

"Yeah, that was pretty hot, huh?"

"Yeah...yeah it was," he said, as if he were admitting something.

We found a spot to eat lunch several yards down from the bodybuilders. Jason spread out the huge beach towel and I began to unpack our lunch.

"Are you going to disappoint all of these people and keep those jeans on all day?" I asked.

"No." With that, he unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them down. He pulled them off and tossed them aside, standing in his hiking boots and the tiny yellow thong.

"That's more like it," I said.

"I'm not so sure it's a good idea; you've got a hungry look on your face," he kidded me.

"Hang around for dessert," I told him.

We were eating and I was drinking in the sight of the handsome, muscular teenager sitting across from me with his legs crossed, Indiana style. The pouch of the thong bulged out from his crotch, hanging heavily on the grass.

"I almost want to go back and watch those guys," he said.

"They're probably finished with that kiss," I said.

"Yeah, and probably deep into another one," he said.

"We can go back. They didn't seem to mind anyone watching."

"Hell, I wouldn't mind either if I was built like those guys," he said.

I looked at him and sighed. "You are, fuckhead. Don't you ever look at yourself in the mirror."

"I don't look like that," he said.

"Do you want to try it; what they were dong?" I asked in a cautious tone.

"You mean...kissing?" he said, and I couldn't tell whether it was surprised disbelief in his tone, or disgust.

"We've never done it," I said.

"How come we haven't?" he asked.

"I was afraid to. I didn't think you would stand for it," I said.

"You don't know it, maybe, but you're damned intimidating, even for a teenager."

He laughed. "I don't know why anyone would be intimidated by me. Except maybe my cock."

"No, your looks, the way you're put together and all wrapped up in such a young package. Trust me, that's intimidating."

It dropped for the moment and we continued eating. Jason didn't take another sandwich. He drank down a half bottle of water, swirling it in his mouth, then capped the bottle and laid back on the towel. I finished, too, and sat cross-legged beside him.

I stretched out beside him, on my side, my head propped up with one arm. The pouch of his thong was bulging mightily. "You are the most beautiful boy I've ever seen," I said as I brushed my hand over it.

He smiled, that cute embarrassed smile. "Not even the girls call me that," he said.

"You should know by now, girls don't appreciate the beauty of a male like another male does. They're too much into themselves and their own beauty."

"I suppose you've got a point. Except that they do appreciate my butt," he added with a grin.

"Wait till you walk around here with that tight, gorgeous butt hanging out and see how males appreciate it," I said.

"Well, I know you like it, and that's all that's important," he said.

"You, uh...didn't answer my question," I said quietly as I rubbed my hand up and down his thigh.

"Sorry, sir, I forgot the question," he said. Then his face lilt up. "Oh, you mean, what those two studs were doing."

"You have to know, I want to kiss you so bad I ache inside," I said.

"Then do it," he said. It was just like him. Face up to something and take the bull by the horns.

"Geezuss, you say that so easily," I said.

"What's so difficult about it? If those two studs can do it...and they sure as hell don't look gay."

"There you go with labels again," I said.

"I don't know how else to say things other than the way I say them. "

"You say things just fine," I said, rubbing my hand back and forth across his wide, thick chest. If only he knew what was behind the terrible urge to kiss him; if he knew the emotions that choked me up and made me hurt inside. I was so fuckin' in love with the boy I couldn't think straight but I had to suffer through it alone. He could never know how I truly felt about him.

I leaned down and sucked tenderly on his right tit. He moaned and put his hand on the back of my head. I sucked the turgid nipple, causing him to tremble, then moved across his chest to the other one. I sucked it and flicked the other one with my fingers. I kissed back and forth across his chest several times then made my way up his cleavage to his thick neck. I kissed around to the side of the corded muscles and up the side of his face. He instinctively started to turn his head but then retreated from it. I kissed his cheek and his forehead and his nose then hovered my lips over his mouth. Our eyes met for a fleeting second and he closed his. I brushed my lips against his and he let his lips relax. I kissed him ever-so-lightly...gently...barely a touch, but it sent eddies of electricity through both of us. I applied a little pressure and smashed our lips together, and let mine come open, fully around his. I flicked his lips with my tongue and they parted inside the enclosure of my lips. Then I felt his tongue, flicking up out of his mouth, searching for mine.

"OOhhnnnnn," he moaned softly as our tongues touched and explored and lashed around like two snakes.

"Oh, Jason," I gasped as I bore my mouth down on his and kissed him as passionately as I'd ever kissed anybody in my life. I put everything I had into it; every technique, backed up with every emotion in me. I wanted to make this kiss something we would both remember, for I feared it would be the last. I was surprised when he put one hand around the back of my head and the other one around my back, holding me tight and actually kissing me back with great passion.

I ran my hands up and down his thighs, groping in the apex, groping for the bulging thong. His cock wasn't hard, but it was a lot bigger than before. I was encouraged by that. It meant he wasn't turned off. Indeed, it was turning him on! We kissed, it seemed, for several minutes. I didn't really know whether it was one kiss or a bunch of kisses, but the result was the same. His cock was expanding inside the yellow thong and my cock was throbbing against his hip. Finally, when I sensed that he wanted to, I broke it off. I raised up and gazed into his closed eyes till he opened them. When he glanced aside, I laid down beside him.

"Shit!" he whispered.

"Is that good or bad?" I asked. "Sometimes it's hard to tell with you."

"Just...Shit! Man, I'm not sure I should've liked that so much."

"Stop being afraid of your feelings," I said.

"I'm not afraid; it's just that sometimes I wonder what's going on inside me."

Neither of us was aware that there was anyone around till there was quiet applause from the path. I looked around to see two young, very good looking men standing there, all smiles.

"Shit," Jason swore and quickly turned over on his stomach and hid his face in his hands.

"Ohh, My Godd! Oh, My Godddd!" they gasped.

I had to laugh at the way they were going ga-ga over Jason's butt.

"Oh, can I get a picture of that?" one asked excitedly as he whipped out a camera.

"I don't know..."

"Just not my face," Jason said. He fairly posed for them, writhing his hips around, clenching and relaxing his butt muscles, even jutting his butt up for them. They squealed with delight.

I leaned down and whispered, "Why don't you really give them something to take pictures of?"

He glanced at me and I flicked my tongue out. He smiled. "Yeah, go ahead. Drive `em wild."

I let them finish their little photo shoot taking pictures of me lying between Jason's legs, eating and tonguing his ass.

"Well, they've got something to jack-off to," Jason remarked as they were walking away. Actually they didn't go very far, only a few yards further off the path in another small clearing, close enough that they could watch and certainly hear us. Jason turned to me on his side, laughing and it was so natural for me to roll against him and put an arm around him. We pressed out bodies together and I put my hand down between us to squeeze his manhood through the stretched thong. It seemed just as perfectly natural for him to kiss me again, with all the passion of a lover. I kissed him back and freed his cock at the same time. I raised my leg and guided his cock between my thighs.

"Ohh, we've never done this before," he said as he began pumping his cock back and forth between my thighs.

He went back to kissing me, lashing at my tongue and trying to capture it as he fucked my thighs. He worked himself up so that he went over the top in a few few minutes.

"Ohh...Ohhh...Ohhh, I'm gonna come," he whispered. I felt the powerful surge through his cock but it was stuck so far between my legs that I didn't feel the heat of his load but I could feel it shooting out. Later...it was getting dusk...we went swimming then returned to Paradise to stretch out on the beach towel where we dozed off. I woke up sometime in the dark of the woods to the feel of someone fondling me. I half sat up, my eyes snapped open to see a youngish man, very good looking, with a naked gym-built body, knelt down beside me, playing with my balls. "Forgive me for waking you, but I had to feel for myself to know that you were real; you and this young god beside you." "He's real," I said, not annoyed. "We both are." "Would I be out of line if I asked...no, if I begged...to show you both pleasure?" "No, not at all." "Him, too?" "He'll be pissed if you don't," I said. The man knelt astraddle our thighs and bent over to take my cock in his mouth. He was good, and I realized instantly why...he had removed his teeth. He took a turn with Jason and brought him awake. The boy sat up, wide-eyed to see this strange man sucking his cock. "I told him it was okay," I said. "Awww, fuck, yeah, it's okay! Geezusss, he's incredible!" The man raised up, all smiles. "I think I could take you both if you got in the right position," he said. "What's the right position?" Jason asked eagerly. He showed us. He maneuvered us and guided us into a position lying back, face to face, with Jason's thighs draped over mine, our balls smashed together. The man held our cock up against each other. "This is the position," he said. I didn't see how he managed to get his mouth stretched around both of our cocks but he did. When he was positioned half way down our cocks, we fucked his mouth. "Oh, Godd, this is hot!" Jason moaned. "Shit, I like the feel of your cock sliding against mine." Jason got hot fast and went off. The man was absolutely stunned at Jason's load when he came. He choked on it, swallowed and gagged and tried to swallow some more but there was just too much of it, and it was running down our cocks, out of his mouth. He finally had to give up and let the stuff boil out of the big cock then he bent down and sucked it up. He got me off then rose to his feet and backed out of our spot, almost as if he were bowing to royalty. Jason and I untangled ourselves and went down to the lake to wash up. It was getting chilly and we hadn't brought sleeping bags. "I think we need to go before we catch cold," I said. "I'll bet we could find someone who would share their sleeping bag," he said. "Do you want to stay longer?" I asked. "I wish we could find those two bodybuilders," he said. We looked around but they were gone. It was the first and only time that I kissed Jason, and I didn't take him back to the lake. I don't know why, it just never happened.