I decided, as I looked at him, that he is incredibly beautiful
and I gently brush the smooth satin skin with my hand. I have
watched people’s heads turn and look at him when we are out
together. I have seen men and women stare at the beautiful boy and
I sense that they are attracted, enamored of the boy with the lithe
graceful body. I know they wonder whether I am his father or merely
a friend. The boy feels deliciously warm and his body seems to glow
with energy and life. His skin is perfectly smooth with the silky
oiliness of a child, a dry warmth emanating from a lustrous brown
body.

This morning I awoke slowly, becoming gradually aware of the
boy lying beside me, his arm draped casually over my chest, his leg
over my legs, his face pressed against my shoulder, his cheek hot
against my skin. His breath was moist against my skin as his chest
moved rhythmically though barely visible unless I looked closely.
He stirred, his body pressing closer, a slight tremble passing
through him like a little quiver and then he settled down again,
back to sleep, his body unmoving.

For a long while I looked at the boy lovingly, his dark hair
glistening in the early morning light as it filtered though the
trees outside the window, steadily getting lighter as morning came.
The boy’s hair is the color of dark mahogany, not black, but a rich
dark brown. His hair is long and slightly curly and it lay tousled
on the white pillow and over my shoulder. It is soft like silk but
it has a surprising amount of body in it. His eyes were closed, his
eyelids almost translucent, his eyebrows long and thin, almost
feminine. The boy’s lips are pale and full and they are open
slightly, revealing perfectly shaped white teeth. His skin is much
darker than mine, a golden-bronze from head to toe, not even a shade
lighter at his thighs and hips because for the last two months he
has spent almost every afternoon in the nude. He tans beautifully
but he has the advantage of his heritage. His rich dark tan comes
from our two months together on Phaenon. I should explain that
Phaenon is our 34 foot yacht. Built in Canada in 1990 and engineered
to one of the highest standards in the world, the boat is something
Rafael and I treasure for the wonderful times that we have shared
aboard it. This summer we spent two and a half glorious months
cruising down the Inter-coastal Waterway to Florida, and then
across to the Bahamas and the other islands of the Caribbean. We
returned only two days ago.

But Klaudio knew what he was doing. He had become a doctor with a
friendly but detached beside manner. He looked at Anton’s face more
than his organ, obviously concentrating hard on his pronunciation.

Then he decided to go for it. With one hand he made the unmistakeable gesture on the forefinger of his other of frigging, and repeated
the word for wank three times. He looked expectantly at Anton. “Do you
want me to wank you.” It was a neutral request – still the friendly
doctor offering treatment. Anton froze. Klaudio looked at him patiently, and was just at the point of asking again, when Anton grabbed
at his hand and pulled it into the general vicinity of his groin. He
closed his eyes, flung his head back and gripped the sheets. The patient was tensed for the cut of the knife!

Chad came in the tent and I stopped abruptly. He sat down in
front of us with a smug look on him. “I know what you did last
night,” he said, matter-of-factly.

I didn’t move. Jamey tensed. I could feel his heart starting to
pound. I wasn’t sure what to think but I knew I needed to keep
my composure.

“And what was that??” I questioned.

“You sucked him…I heard you. I even saw you.” Chad grinned.
Jamey was thinking about dying. “Supposed I would tell dad??”

I leaned up on one elbow. “Well if you tell, I’ll personally
kick your ass.” I paused. “And if you DON’T tell, I might do to
you what I did to your brother…that is if you want it.”

October came and went and Kenny left for the basic training. George
was still in the process of discovering his sexuality and not that
adventuresome, so sex between us remained j/o sessions. I missed
Kenny because he and I had traveled far and wide in our quest for
mutual sexual satisfaction. As the next year passed George became
a less frequent visitor at my house. He began to spend more and more
time with his druggie friends. Without Kenny and George around Shay
began to spend more time at my house. He had graduated that spring
and his parents had gotten a divorce. His mother moved away and his
father was now planning to move back east. Shay found a job with
a local grocery chain, and started living at my house as he could
not stand his father’s new live-in girlfriend. It was great just
having him around. He had a great happy go lucky personality and
could not do enough around the house to please me since he had stated
living there. For me it was just nice to be able to see him daily,
his long blond hair, tocky V-shaped body going into the bathroom
in his briefs and coming out with his hair wet and only a towel on.
He was about 6′ tall with broad shoulders, no hair on his chest,
his chest tapered down to a 30″ waist and a beautiful bubble butt.
Throw in a great smile (he was always smiling) and you have one gorgeous
young stud.

First time was in high school while a paperboy. I was collecting
and used to be kidded about my getting tips. I played along even
though I wasn’t sure what the joke was. The two guys were young,
in college I think and always friendly.
I used to love to go to their apartment to collect because they’d
always be lifting weights or horsing around. Usually one if not both
were partically dressed….shorts or jockeys and nothing else. My
cock always got hard.
When those hot summer humid nights came I’d wear my gym shorts at
night and during one July night knocked on their door to collect
my bill. One was in a jockstrap and the other was in a pair of jockeys.
Both were glowing with sweat..they were wrestling or something.
They wrote a check and seemed genuinly embarassed because they didn’t
ahve cash for a tip.
The usual jokes soon resulted and one of them kept looking at my
crotch..my cock was hardening as usual..and in my short that was
clearly visable.
One of them told me to finish my rounds and then come back later..not
matter how late.
He patted my butt as I left which made my dick hard.
I heard them laughing and saying something about making me feel good,
and taking care of my “problem” later. The door wasn’t closed as
they said all this so I assumed they wanted me to hear it.
I finished my rounds and made it home…after saying goodnight to
the folks, I remembered the guys and snuck back out.
They were still awake when I knocked..I apologized for being so late.
They offered me a beer…which made me feel older..so I drank it.
One kept lifting weights and soon had me trying it. As I moved to
the bench the other guy pulled my tee shirt off saying I didn’t want
to get it all sweaty.
I lay on the bench and learned about bench presses trying not to
look up at the crotch of the guy standing at my head..spotting me.
The other one held my thighs down..saying it would be good for me.
I lifted a few times…loving the feeling the weight gave my bare
chest. The one spotting me took the weight and put it one th floor.
The other one had moved his hands up into my shorts and found my
teenage cock and balls. I gasped at his touch.
The one at my head took off his shorts and the sight of his dick
made me want him..though I didn’t know what that meant.
By morning I did.
Cock had been in my butt, throat..and my dick had been in both of
their throats and assholes.
I slept between the two of them..and stood in the shower while they
soaped me up..and one sucked me while the other fucked me there.
I got back home and told my folks I had slipped outside for some
exercise..which wasn’t exactly a lie.
After that, I always had fun delivering their paper and collecting.
I was their paperboy..and pretty much knew they controlled me.
If they had a guest over, I was given to the guest to please them
which I didn’t mind at all.
My acne cleared up..my chest grew from the continued weight training.
When they moved away, I cried.
But I grew too and soon serviced others on my paper route and elsewhere.