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Subject: Boy Prowled The true part of this story is the first 5 or 6 paragraphs. I did see the car just as I described it. However it was the driver that was staring at me and he was cute as all fuck. But I don’t typically write stories about boys16 years old or older so, I had to make some accommodations. I hope it works for you. N-joi Hugs, Tag_m ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Please, take the time and the responsibility to make a monetary contribution to today Help keep the internet’s best alternative reading site available. Go to Nifty home page: donate link ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ All midnight black, high gloss, windows tinted down to 20%, there was no chrome or emblams, and no lettering was visible on the tires. The custom rims were also black but the high spot, the crest on each of the 4 sets of narrow spokes on each rim was hot pink. The 2018 NSX had also been lowered and the exhaust worked over so it was a sleek, mean looking and mean sounding hot rod. Except for the pink spokes. Which, all things considered, seemed to add a certain amount of panache to, as opposed to detracting from, the image that it was projecting. I was out walking my 7 month old GSD. Turbo was a very active boy and while Shepherds are highly intelligent, he seemed even more so. And he loved to work. Almost made me wish I had a bunch of sheep or cattle or even goats for him to herd. Almost. A group of boys to be herded would be interesting. I had started taking Turbo to commercial areas of my suburban community to walk. The area had a lot more distractions than my 2 acre property in a countrified residential area. Where I was then had Lowe’s on one side of the 4 lane street and Home Depot on the other. There was also a video only store, self-storage place, Costco an Olive Garden and a couple of other fast food places, as well as a Hobby Lobby that I obviously didn’t frequent. You get the picture. A block farther on was a larger shopping center, nationally recognized fitness club, the obligatory Starbucks and phone stores, Walmart and the like. Traffic heading toward the larger shopping complex from the more countrified residential area was always backed up from a stop light, mostly due to the outside lane being the turn into Costco et all. Traffic heading away was typically much more sparse, except at the end of the work day when it became a nightmare. So, there I was walking up the sideway away from the shopping area when I saw the car stopped in traffic heading toward it. The driver was pressed back against the seat and a passenger had leaned across him, or her, and was literally staring at me and the dog. The smart money was on the dog. As a 50 year old guy, albeit in good shape and not too far into the ugly ogre stage, I just don’t see younglings looking at me with any kind of longing. But! Let’s do an interlude for a moment. I have found that today’s generation of young people tend to be much less interested in a specific or structured sexual identity or sexuality. They tend to be more fluid in their tastes and experiences and much less judgmental about “stats”. Many, in my experience, considered themselves Pan, or pansexual, not having a preference for a specific sex, sexual identity or orientation. That said, the boy, and he was a younger adolescent boy, appeared to be a boy of Latino or Hispanic or even eastern descent. I could see large stone studs in both ears even at that distance, pitch black hair that was short on the sides and more puffy on top and from what I could tell was cute as fuck. I made eye contact with him then I looked away, turned back to look after a half dozen steps. Neither the traffic nor the boy had moved. Ten more steps and neither had moved and the boy continued to stare. It did cause me to wonder. Eventually I was past them, continuing on my way. I had parked my SUV in the far back corner of the parking lot of a whole Foods store and was headed in that direction. So, five minutes later I walked off the sidewalk, over a small berm of shredded bark and 3 year old trees spaced 15 feet apart and onto the blacktopped lot. I hadn’t gone past more than 5 white striped parking slots when the black car pulled into lot at the entry way up close to the store some 100+ feet from me. It turned and started toward me then shot diagonally across the wide expanse of empty parking slots, it’s throaty roar announcing its presence to anybody within 100 yards. It stopped suddenly about 8 empty rows in front of me and the passenger door opened upward. I was impressed. It took serious cash to have wing doors installed. The boy got out, leaned in for a moment, appearing to speak to the driver, then stepped back out of the way with the strap of a backpack in his grasp. The boy took a few steps in my direction, the door went down, and the car took off with a screech of rubber and headed for the exit at the opposite end of where it came in. The boy slung the pack over his shoulder but didn’t move and I continued to walk toward him. As I closed in on him it was apparent that he was young, no more than 14 if I had to guess, and was indeed a cute as fuck brown skinned boy. His was a heart shaped face, wider at the cheek bones and slightly more narrowed at the chin. Needless to say, it was smooth as a cue ball. As stated, his hair was pitch black, short and tight on the sides but segued into much longer on top with some wave to give it body. He was slender, not more than 5’6 and dressed in a black t-shirt and zip up black hoodie and bright red denim pants with pegged cuffs which made his legs look like toothpicks. On his feet were black sneakers, one with a red lace and the other white. Around his neck was the stereotypical large gold chain. As I closed to within 10 feet of him the boy spoke. “Hi,” he said with a grin that showed off sparkling white and orthodontist straight teeth, and in a voice that was trying to deepen and having some success but not much. “I couldn’t help noticing your dog.” I stopped a couple feet from him. “Yes, I noticed you noticing my dog,” I responded, not at all unkindly. “I noticed you noticing me noticing your dog,” he said with a twinkle in his large dark eyes. “You win,” I said. “Oh good, I like to win. It means I get what I want,” he said, now being a little coy. “May I approach him?” I nodded my head, told him the dogs’ name and the boy stepped closer. Of course, Turbo was all about meeting someone new. Actually, new or old didn’t matter. Turbo was pan social. As was typical, my boy had to stick his nose in that boys’ crotch and interestingly enough the kid didn’t flinch although his smile seemed to widen a bit. “Now he knows you’re a boy,” I said. As the boy dropped to his knee to get face to face with Turbo, he said, “Does he like boys?” I responded that he did. With his arm wrapped around Turbo’s neck the boy gave me a half glance and asked, “what about his owner.” Well now, the kid certainly cut to the chase. “His owner loves boys,” I said. “That’s good; boys need love,” he answered back. After a moment he stood and offered his hand. “Tajden; my friends call me Taj.” As one might guess, it sounded like Taj as in Taj Mahal. “Ryder,” I responded. “So, are we friends,” I asked him teasingly. At that point Turbo put his nose into Tajden’s crotch causing the boy to grin. “Turbo thinks so,” Taj said and didn’t make a move to stop the dog. “I think you and I are too; or will be.” Before I could ask the obvious question the boy said, “What would he do if I didn’t have pants on.” “He would undoubtedly lick you,” I said. He asked if Turbo licked me and I said from time to time. “What’s it like having him lick you?” I put it back on Taj and asked if he’d ever been licked by another boy and he nodded his head. “It’s ten times better,” I said. “But don’t take my word for it. Taj was quiet a moment then asked in a soft voice, “Would he fuck me?” Tajden was looking me straight in the eyes when he asked the question. I shook my head. “He’s too young yet. He’s just entering his sexual maturity although he does get boners.” The boy gave that some thought. “I don’t think his owner is too young? Would his owner fuck me or am I too young?” I shook my head. “You aren’t too young at all Taj,” I said quietly, “in fact you’re the perfect age. I would love to fuck you.” His response was immediate. “When?” I paused and looked at my watch then back at the boy. “How about in 10 minutes which is about how long it takes to drive to my house from here.” He gave that some thought. “Doesn’t leave much time for foreplay.” “Okay. How about 20 minutes then.” “How about 30 minutes with more foreplay? I like foreplay.” “Deal,” I said. “Is that going to be a problem?” I nodded my head in the direction that his transportation had gone. Taj shook his head. “Naw, that’s my brother and he’s as queer as I am except he likes preteen boys. Our parents are out of the country for a couple of weeks ataköy escort and he’s taking care of me. Or at least he’s supposed to be but it’s all good. Except for being queer I’m a pretty good kid.” “Well then, let’s be off,” I said. “Hi ho Silver, awaaaaaay,” Taj said with a giggle and we headed to my SUV and in 13 minutes were pulling into my driveway just as the rolling gate finished doing its job. Traffic threw off my travel time. “Oh my Ryder,” Taj said as he surveyed his new surroundings, “do you get to run naked?” “Every day,” I responded. My property is gated and fenced, most of it protected from prying eyes courtesy of lots of shrubbery, hedging and the like. I’m fortunate that two sides are protected by woods that make up the far end of a 200 acre neighboring property that had been in the same family since god was a kid and was currently inhabited by a couple in their 80’s. I used to see Louis, the owner, a couple times a year when he ran his big industrial mower around the interior of his perimeter fence. We had talked at one time of my purchasing a 50 foot strip to act as a buffer between our properties but I hadn’t seen Lou for 2 years so didn’t know if that was still on the table or not. He might not even be alive. I pulled the car into my 3 bay garage alongside my bike and my pick up and climbed out, Taj exiting as well along with his backpack. I let Turbo out and he took off to sniff and explore his domain while Taj and I went inside. Like so many homes, one entered into the laundry-slash- mud-slash- storage room from the garage and mine was no different, and from there it was into a large open country style kitchen. From there it was past the dining room into the living room and up the stairs to my bedroom, and 3 others. I pretty much figured that the kid wasn’t interested in a home tour. “Do you think I could take a shower Ryder,” the boy asked, “I feel a little sticky and not a fun sticky. I smiled and nodded my head and crooked my finger. At the top of the stairs I went left and entered the only door on the right, the master suite. My bedroom was large enough for a Cal-king, a sitting area comprised of 2 arms chairs, a chaise lounge, coffee table and off toward the bathroom a vanity desk which currently held a computer and not makeup. Amidst all the furniture was plenty of room for walking, perhaps even running a tad. Next to the bathroom was a walk-in closet with built-in dressers. The bathroom was pretty standard although it had a separate tub and stand-alone shower. The toilet was on the other side of a privacy wall. “Set your backpack over there Taj,” I said pointing to the sitting area. “I’d prefer to take it into the bathroom if you don’t mind Ryder, to change into something more … comfortable.” The accent, the tone and the line were straight from Blazing Saddles. I nodded my head. Taj went into the bathroom and closed the door. Clearly, I was not invited. I retreated downstairs to the kitchen, pulled a couple of glasses from the freezer and filled then with ice then water and carried it and back upstairs. I undressed to my briefs, actually white Brazilian trunks with little palm trees and a turquoise trim, closed the curtains, adjusted the lights and pulled the covers back on the bed then lay and waited. I didn’t have to wait long. Tajden came out of the bathroom, all smiles, holding his backpack in front of his waist, blocking my view. He had a red midi top on that barely reached mid rib cage. It said I Love Boys across the chest. He set the backpack down where I’d told him to and walked toward the bed. First of all, the boy walked as if he were on the runway, very sensuous. Second of all were his underwear, if such a skimpy article of clothing could be called anything but a hunk of cloth. Like the shirt, it was bright red and tied at each hip in a bow, like a shoelace, more like what a girl would wear, not a boy. The piece of cloth holding his boyhood charms was barely able to do its job. I sat up at the edge of the bed and he stopped in front of me. “You are possibly the most delicious boy I’ve seen in a very long time Taj,” I said softly. I could see his boy bulge begin to move ever so slightly. “Thank you Ryder,” he replied just as quietly. He reached out and rested his hands on my shoulders. “I’ve never been with a man before. I’ve only been with boys, and only a few of them and none older than me. I want to learn from someone that has experience, that knows how to treat a boy and who will take their time with a boy. Can you be that person Ryder; can you help me?” That didn’t come out in a pouty, coquettish way either. Still, I had to wonder if the boy was fucking with me just a little bit. I mean, isn’t that something a person might have asked before they were invited into a man’s home and gotten undressed. But then, he was a boy. What I said was, “I can manage that for you Taj.” The boy then moved forward, straddling my thighs and gently sat, his arms still draped over my shoulders. I put my hands on his hips then gently moved them up along his side and back. Our faces were about a foot apart, Taj’s eyes roaming over mine just as mine was roaming over his. I saw no blemishes at all, nice high cheek bones, perfect lips and huge dark eyes that were ever so slightly ovalene and framed by thick brows. Taj had a smell about him that was faint but pleasing to my olfactory senses. “You are a very handsome man Ryder but I suppose you’ve heard that before. I’d like to kiss you, if you don’t mind.” “Let’s set a rule, okay? You don’t need to ask, generally speaking. Go ahead and do what you want and I’ll following along, I’ll also do what I want. If there is something you don’t want to do or maybe aren’t ready for then say so. For me, unless you want to inflict pain, you’re pretty much free to explore to your hearts content. Deal?” Taj slowly moved his face toward mine and just before our lips touched he said, “Deal.” He kissed me tenderly, more than a family member but less than erotic. He backed off and did it again, staying a little bit longer the second time and the third time he began to tilt his head to the side. I reached up and put hand at the back of his head and very so gently encouraged him to stay. I moved my mouth against his then slowly opened it which cause Taj to do the same. I still had a hand on his back so moved it downward until I ran into the waistband of his underwear then continued south onto his butt. Since he was still seated I couldn’t really cup a butt cheek but let my fingers trail along the crack that separated them the simply cupped underneath where my fingertips touched his fabric encased balls. “Oohhh,” Taj moaned after pulling his mouth from mine then went right back for more, this time kissing deeply, thrusting his tongue into my mouth and moving his hand to the back of my head to gently hold me in place. He raised up and pressed his waist against my belly, revealing a rock hard teenage cock. It gave me full access to his tender little butt and I took full advantage of that by cupping the cheeks in my hand and fondling them. “God my dick is so hard,” he said in a throaty whispered into my ear after breaking the kiss. For emphasis he hugged me even tighter and of course my response was to hug him back. “Maybe we should set you free,” I growled back just as quietly. “Yes,” he said in a drawn out hissing sound. I reached between us and pulled the pouch to the side so that all that made him boy was exposed to my touch. And boy oh boy did I touch. I reached up and cupped his completely smooth sac, gently squeezing the eggs. Tajden’s head about fell on my shoulder. “Oh my balls; I love my balls,” he practically whimpered. The boy squeezed his thighs together for a second while a shiver rushed through his body then released them. He gently undulated his hips in an air fucking motion. His head remained on my shoulder and he continued to hug me. For a brief moment I wondered if it was an act, or at least part of it anyway. The way that the boy was responding was like that of a porn star, or at least an actor. But somehow, I knew that it wasn’t. I knew that this was the real, the human and passionate Tajden. He was hotter than a 3 dollar pistol, hotter than a fresh fucked fox.. in a forest fire, hotter than a firecracker fart. I moved my hand up and took hold of his cock. He hadn’t been lying about that, it was indeed, so hard. I felt up and down his rigid shaft, guessing him to be in the 6 inch range and of course, uncut. While encircling his cock I didn’t notice any hair, in fact it was the absence of hair that struck me. A boy his age would most certainly have pubic hair. All the while Taj was cooing, mewing, hugging and sometimes kissing my neck a little. “I think we need to get you naked sweet boy.” “And I think you need to be naked sweet man,” Taj retorted with seemingly little lag time. I moved my hands to merter escort his hips and found the loose end of the bows and pulled them. The back panel feel almost immediately while the front panel stayed in place, mostly. At that moment Taj decided to sit upright. “Lay back,” he said softly as he gently pushed my chest and I choosing to allow myself to fall backwards. Taj stood and helped the garment fall away and stood naked before me for a brief moment. He was glorious. Taj was a slender boy without being skinny. His skin color was something eastern, as in more than slightly brown without being black or deep brown, if that makes sense. His cock stood tall, proud, and damp at the tip in front of a taut belly that showed well all of the correct muscle lines. His classic V was in fact, a perfect boy V. As I’d guessed, his cock ran in the 6 inch give or take range and I’d vote for give, and as I stated he was uncut and at that moment the tip of his cock head was peeking out at me. Well, at his chin. His balls were larger than average but not out of place with his cock. The eggs hung fairly low and as I’d said before, I didn’t see a single hair anywhere but it did look like he’d possibly shaved. Taj reached for my waistband, hooked it and tugged while I did my part by lifting my ass up then letting it back down. “Oh my Ryder,” the boy said as he removed my underwear. “You are a healthy boy.” Well, I never got much complaints but nobody was asking me to do a movie either. At roughly 7� cut inches I was like most men and wished I’d had just a tad bit more. Regardless, it was fairly thick and was adequate to every single task that had ever been put before it. Except for a fat fucking hooker that me and a handful of friends tried to nail in Mexico one time when we were barely 18. Mine wasn’t about to go anywhere near that black hole of Calcutta. No sir. Wouldn’t stir, even when I saw some of the guys I was with. One of em would have made the statue of David weep. And hung. My God. Anyway I was fit, trim, nicely enough defined for a man at the half century mark. My balls were nicely sized and nicely shaved and my thatch trimmed and thinned. I looked more than okay, less than hot. I probably could have made it onto a senior bachelor show. Tajden took hold of my throbbing cock and stroked it then moved his hand down to cup and fondle my balls. “I love balls so much and these are a very delicious specimen,” he cooed. Still standing, he lowered his upper body and placed his mouth over the head then proceeded to swallow two thirds of me. I grunted with pleasure as well as surprise. Taj continued to suck me cock for about half a minute before stopping the working the head with his tongue, cleaning like a mother cat to her kit. After a few laps around the entire swollen head, he went back to sucking my cock and took the entire thing down his throat which caused me to gasp loudly. He didn’t stay there of course, just did it and backed off but continue to suck at least half my cock into his mouth. I reach out and touched his thigh. I really wanted his cock but he seemed to be denying me that pleasure. Maybe he was just drawing it out for himself, teasing himself as it were. As if to prove that he stepped out of reach between my legs. Maybe it was to prove that, maybe not, but the fact is he dropped directly to his knees and began licking my balls. He still had a hand on my cock, stroking it gently as he paid oral homage to my gonads. Taj even licked up between my balls and my inner thigh, right along the pelvic bone which, incidentally, just drives me fucking wild. For me, it’s one of those hot buttons. At that moment I had a vision of holding on to his ears and pulling him into my crotch even tighter, kinda like the women in porno flicks getting their pussy slobbered over. Taj finally stopped and stood up then wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. He stepped forward, place one knee and then the other on the bed and on all fours moved up my body, intentionally lowered his hips so that his cock glided up along his. When he was fully above me, Taj looked down on my face. “Are you having fun Ryder?” I nodded my head so he lowered his and kissed me lightly on the mouth then moved his head back. “I’ve wanted to act like this for some time; like a slut. I’m not one really, not even close, but I think there’s one lurking inside of me and trying to break out. I could never act like this with any of the boys I play with, they’d freak the fuck out. Thank you for letting me be me?” With that, Taj lowered his entire body onto mine and we went back to kissing heavily. I ran my hands up and down his back, feeling the muscle of a teenage boy, reveling in the softness and the warmth of his skin. My hands finally settled on his butt and I found that one hand fit one cheek perfectly. I knew that Taj had a small butt, that much I could tell. What was in my hands was the most perfect boy butt imaginable. At least to me. Soft, doughy, pliable and just plain lovely. Taj ground his hips a little bit, mashing our raging hard cocks together and kissed even harder. His tongue was thrusting in and out of my mouth, tongue fucking it while my tongue was doing its best to ward his tongue off. It was a battle worth losing. Tajden finally stopped and lay his head on my shoulder, facing my neck. “This is so nice Ryder. I’ve been wanting this too, the calm closeness, bodies resting against each other, almost like after cumming. Most boys I know aren’t into that at all either. It’s mostly just cum and go.” “I’m glad that this is working out so well for you Taj. I’m glad that I get to be part of making you happy; glad that you chose me.” I kissed his neck and got him to giggle and wiggle then gently rolled Taj backwards which put us alongside each other for some more deep throated kissing, then moved him again until he was on his back. “See, there’s the dichotomy for me. On the one hand I want to be a take charge slut but on the other I want my lover to take charge.” Quite an expanded vocabulary for a 14 year old I thought. “Well,” I said, “for what it’s worth so do it but I lean heavier to the take charge side of that fence.” That said I lowered my head and kissed him a few times which in turn led to more making out: fondling, stroking, tongue battling kissing and deep breathing. “Oh fucking shit,” Tajden moaned as I sucked at licked at the soft crook of the boys’ neck after taking a break from kissing. I moved up and gently nibbled and his ear lobe then breathed warm air into it causing him to shiver heavily and moan some more. His arms had been around my neck and tightened up as I nuzzled him, his hips thrusting up off the bed against my hip. I was laying half on top of him with one leg between his so that his stone hard boner was pressing against my leg. I started to slide down his body, headed for his throbbing boy boner, but stopped at his chest. His nipples were small dark pink nubbins of flesh that begged to have attention paid to them. I licked at the one that was closest to me then began to nurse, suckling the nub and feeling it stiffen under my ministrations. “Oh god oh god Ryder,” He groaned and squirmed. Not all males have sensitive nipples or at best, find them erogenous but those that do are all in for having them worked on and it appeared that Taj was one of those. I reached over with my free hand and let it trail down his rib cage to his hip then moved inward, heading toward all that made him boy. I moved my lower body to gain access and found what I was looking for but only touched his cock with the back of my hand. I moved the hand down his outer thigh and came back up along his sensitive inner thigh, only allowing my finger tips to graze lightly against his skin. Just when my fingers were ready to touch his sagging balls I turned my hand and went back down, up alongside his hip again and headed toward his raging hard cock. Yet I didn’t touch him. Two could play the teasing game. I could feel his body tense each time I neared his boy parts then sag when I by-passed them. Finally, Taj couldn’t take it any longer. “Touch me there Ryder,” he panted, “please touch me.” I left his delicious little nipples and kissed my way down until the head of his cock poked me in the side of the head at which time I turned and looked his swollen cock head right in the eye and since it was framed by his foreskin, it was pretty much cool to look at. At that point I took hold of his cock and moved my head further down and clamped my mouth down over the end. Taj let out a low groan as I began to suck him off. The boy had some girth to his boyhood pride and joy and filled my oral cavity quite nicely indeed. I gently stroked him as I suckled, covering and uncovering his engorged cock head, lapping up his seeping precum as I sucked. All the while Taj was gently thrust his hips up and down, moaning like a beaten dog and running bahçeşehir escort his hand through my hair. I let go of his cock and began fondling his large smooth balls. Once again Taj mumbled that he loved his balls and loved to have them played with which was just fine by me since I loved playing with them. All in all, Tajden was a healthy boy and I wondered for just a brief moment if I was going to be able to see him again. “Can you rim me Ryder, please. I always wanted to try it but my friends don’t want to do it. I’ll do you too if you want me to.” Okay, I didn’t need the bribe of reciprocation. I was more than happy to lick the boys’ hole. I loved rimming a boy, loved working his puckered little pussy with my tongue, exploring the wrinkled muscle and the smoother skin that surrounded it. “Face down or face up,” I asked. Obviously, I had stopped sucking his cock and had moved my hand from his hefty balls to go back to stroking him. “Face down please,” he said, his voice husky with lust. I moved out of the way and Taj rolled onto his belly the cocked his right knee up and providing me with one of the best views on the planet. I loved seeing a boy like that, his butt full exposed, his delicious crack that was barely hiding his most secret spot, the beginning of his sac as hung from his crotch and ending with his balls in a puddle of skin on the sheet. My cock throbbed at the sight. I got between his legs put my hands on his deliciously small butt cheeks and peeled him open like a oyster, which is just about what I found inside. His puckered muscle was completely hairless and surprisingly pink considering his skin tone. The idea that I was going to bury my rocking hard cock in there within minutes made my heart beat faster, my cock throb even more and almost took my breath away. I leaned in and took a swipe and then another. From that point on my face was buried in there. His face being planted in a pillow didn’t completely muffle the moans and groans that the boy was uttering. He made a slight attempt at pushing his ass backwards as if to get my face in closer. Any closer and I’d a been in front of him. I worked, I slurped, I licked, kissed and sucked at his puckered little rose bud of a morsel. I licked onto the inside of his cheeks. I licked down his perineum and onto the folds of his sac as it fell away from his body, and down onto the medium sized eggs that almost hanging by that time. I could see Taj move one hand so that it slipped between his body and bed and begin to stroke his raging hard cock and all the while the boy moaned, the sounds becoming louder. Finally he spoke. “God Ryder, I need your cock in me, I need to be fucked.” “Fingers first,” I asked and he shook his head against the pillow. “No, I’m good, just get that big cock in my asshole. “Open that cupboard door,” I commanded him, “and hand me the lube.” He reached up, did as I asked, and handed me the bottle of glide. I quickly slathered my cock from tip to root after smearing his pink little pussy. “From this position Taj,” I asked and he nodded his head, “At least for now.” I straddled his straight leg and bent slightly crosswise over his ass. I was long enough in the cock department to be able to peel a cheek open and guide my rigid pole to his now shiny pink pussy. I held the head against him and gently prodded the hole, poked his sac a little bit, slid the swollen hand up and down a little as I prodded. The anticipation was working for Taj and he his moaning seemed to escalate somewhat. I finally stopped moving my cock and simply added pressure, wiggling the head a little bit to convince the muscle to loosen enough for me to pass through. It was sort of hot for me to be entering a boy from this position because his hole was the main focus, there was nothing else there to look at really. Other positions allowed for distractions; a boy’s face, his cock or his balls. This one was just puckered muscle and my cock trying to penetrate it. Eventually of course I won that battle and my cock head slipped inside of him. Taj’s body went stiff, his back arched upward and his head left the pillow for the first time, arching backwards while he emitted a deep, “Aaaaggghhh.” I stopped dead in my tracks, or in this case, his ass. Bracing myself on one hand I began to rub Taj’s back and even down onto the mounds of his butt cheeks, deliciously brown butt cheeks. I took a good minute before Taj told me to go ahead. “Slowly.” Which I would have done in any case. I slowly inserted my cock into the boy until I couldn’t go any further, hairs against his butt and my balls resting against the inner thigh of his leg. “How are you doing hot boy?” “I’m good thank you Ryder.” I didn’t ask if he was ready to be fucked nor did he bring it up, I just started doing it. I managed a throw using about half my cock, which seemed to be enough for the boy and was certainly enough for me for the time being. It didn’t take long before Taj was gently pushing back against my thrust, adding a little more depth each time I went back inside of him. Fucking a new boy is always fun for me and doing it like this, in a position that I probably hadn’t used for a year or two, made it that much more exciting. It was almost as though I was taking the boy even though the opposite was most true. Below me Tajden continued to moan and gently move his tight little ass this way and that including up and down, and about 3 or 4 minutes into it asked me to stop. “Can I turn over Ryder? I want to be fucked good and proper like a boy is s’pose to be fucked and I want to see your handsome face while you plow my ass.” Of course I would acquiesce to that request. I gently pulled out of Taj’s cute little ass and the boy immediately rolled over and once on his back extended his arms in an invitation. I went right down to him, hovering over his prone body while we kissed deeply. When Taj finally let go I backed off and he pulled his legs back, exposing his shiny hole. I moved back between his legs, aimed, found the target and slipped right back inside of him just as pretty as you please. I slipped my arms under his legs, leaned forward and planted my hands on the bed alongside him. I buried my cock deep inside the boy, eliciting a long deep sigh. “God I love that feeling of having a cock go inside me like that,” He whispered, “now fuck me good and hard Ryder.” I did as he asked and began the process, moving straight into a slightly faster pace and pushing a little harder. “Yeah, like that Ryder,” he mumbled, “so good, so good.” Tajden’s hands rested against my forearms and about every 6th or 7th thrust his fingers would tighten against the muscle. His moans became more frequent and as I began slamming my cock into his ass he began to grunt each time I bottomed out. I kept that pace for a bit, my balls smacking into his butt as I went deep inside of his adolescent body. As usual, I would stop, press my body against his and grind my ass around a little bit then go back to straight fucking. Taj began to moan louder, the grunts coming fast as I hammered his ass harder. I loved fucking a boy, especially boys just getting into puberty. Taj was toward the end of my preferences in terms of age and physical maturity but he was still a boy, a damned hot boy, and a goddamned sexual boy. “I’m gonna cum soon Ryder,” he groaned, “fuck me hard and make me cum.” I couldn’t do much more than I already was but I managed to add some power which seemed to be what the boy needed, and wanted. “So, close, Ryder, I’m right there, oh my fucking good.” Taj then cried out, rather loudly I must say. I felt his asshole clamp down on my cock as he began pulsing out his sperm, and his body vibrate from the power of his orgasm. “Here it is Taj,” I growled and began shooting big thick globs of sperm into him and I knew they were big and thick because I hasn’t cum for 5 days or more. I normal produce a fair amount of liquid anyway, but 5 days’ worth made it more so. Things finally died down and all that was left was the panting. My body was still spasming a little bit but there was no more sperm, of that I was sure. After a solid minute of silence, Taj spoke. “That was fucking amazing Ryder; better than I hoped for and what wanted. Thank you so much. His arms had moved back around my neck so he raised his head and we kissed ever so lightly before his head feel back on the pillow. “You know,” I said after telling him how good it was for me, “when I pull out of you, sperm is going to flow like spilled milk. How about if I carry you to the shower.” “Mmm yes, that would be fun.” I had the kid hold on and managed to get us into a sitting position. “Oh my,” he said as my cock seemed to go deeper into him. “We have to try fucking like this next time.” I gave him an arched eyebrow. “Next time,” I said teasingly. He kissed me deeply. “Yes, next time. You don’t think this is a one off do you cuz if you do you’re dead wrong. I’m keeping you around for a minute.” I grinned and kissed him back. “Okay, I’m all in for that.” I got to my feet, eliciting a giggle. “Oh gosh you make me feel like a little boy.” “Well, little boy, it’s to the shower we go.” For over 290 Tag Michaels stories Go to the authors link on Nifty’s home page

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