Date: Fri, 22 Dec 2023 13:44:14 -0700 From: azstoryguy Subject: Reservoir Boy 01 / gay / male / adult-youth Reservoir Boy This is a complete work of fiction which may be based on real people, places and events interspersed as necessary with completely fabricated elements. As with most of my stories, it is set in the Southwestern United States. No effort is made to follow guidelines of political correctness. If you are easily offended, perhaps this story collection is not for you. Written in conversational style, which means some rules of grammar are thrown out the window. All typos and grammatical errors are owned by the author. Nifty relies on readers to keep this archive alive and well. Please donate here: https://donate.nifty.org/ Copyright 2023 Azstoryguy@gmail.com Thank you for reading. --------------------------- 01 Reservoir Boy Three years gone. Down the toilet. Wasted. Just like that. Now I find myself alone again. Sitting at the reservoir and wondering. What did I do wrong? Did I do anything wrong? My friends, the few who know me really well, say I am not to blame. But that's getting ahead of the curve... We first met at, I kid you not, Home Depot. Me, looking for lumber to build a new project for my recently acquired house. He was there searching for shelving material for his apartment. I knew what I wanted. He did not. That's how I came to help him, and from there the rest is, as they say, history. All the corny jokes about "hard" and "soft" wood came up as we browsed the materials. That assured me we played "on the same team." I eyed him discreetly. A few years younger than me with a rail thin frame, fluffy brown hair and from the afforded glimpses, packing quite a slab of "beef." After we made our purchases and headed to the parking lot, the obligatory phone numbers were exchanged. I hadn't made it home yet when the call came... "I have to see you," he begged. Within thirty minutes he was at my place, whereupon began a display of passion the likes of which I had never thought possible. It continued unabated for over a year. He soon spent almost all of his free time at my place, only going to his apartment to check the mail. While I thought myself to be pretty experienced in sexual matters, my new found love taught me many things...along with that learning experience came a reevaluation of my sexual role. Prior to our meeting I was almost exclusively a "top." Putting it numerically, I would guess about 85% of the time I would be the one "drilling" any new conquest. When his clothes came off for the first time and I saw a massive, thick 8 ½" rod jutting out from his skinny waist, that all changed. Despite the size differences between us (mine was a good inch shorter and much thinner), he repeatedly called me a "stud." What guy doesn't love hearing such praise from someone younger in years... After about a year he moved in with me. It was mostly for practicality: maintaining an apartment that was seldom occupied made no sense. At long last I finally had found the love of my life. Or so I thought. "You both are polar opposites," my friends kept telling me. I could understand that to a degree. My job as an ornithologist for a governmental agency kept me outdoors a lot. That worked fine for my general lifestyle. Jet skiing at the lake, rappelling, hiking, four wheeling...I was definitely an outdoors-type person. And a gym rat...Well, minus the gym. I had visited several fitness, or as I call them, "fatness" centers, and they left me unimpressed. For a hefty membership fee, you received the experience of spending time with people who (for the most part) seemed to be there for socializing rather than keeping in shape. Instead I built my own gym. It didn't take much effort. A few pieces of gear in the third bedroom and presto. Job done! My six pac abs loved it; and he loved them...tracing their outlines with his fingers always led to another round of intense sex. By comparison, he was more "bookish;" not meaning that I didn't read...but physical activity was not his first love. He spent a lot of time gaming, on "social media" and loved watching videos. So yeah; we did have our differences. I don't know...thinking back it was about halfway through our second year when things started to change. The sex began tapering off. "It's all you want to do!" he protested. Huh? I thought I was a "stud?" What did he expect? Then there was a change in my job. Added duties for more money, which I welcomed. This included field surveys of wild birds and their migratory and nesting habitats. Cataloging bird populations and monitoring the intrusion of invasive species. It meant field trips to remote areas that sometimes took several days. Yet I was always home for the weekends and my trips were solo; meaning just me and no one else. Sometime during all of this it dawned on me how far apart we had grown. I tried to figure out why...remaining true to the promise I gave when we first met...I never once fucked around with any other guy. It all exploded when I came home early from a field trip. Elated to be back, I was still in love and it never got to the point where I wanted it to end. Pulling into the driveway, I parked the truck and went inside. First order of business was a nice hot shower. Then I heard it... "FUCK ME!!! OH GOD FUCK ME HARDER THIS TIME!!! I WANNA FEEL YOUR CUM FILLING MY ASS!!!" It was him. My partner. My significant other...screaming at the top of his lungs. Like we used to do...I gently opened the door just in time to see some stringy twink emptying his load into MY lover's butt. From their cries, it must have been at least the second time... I just stood there with my mouth agape. The grunts and moans subsided and then HE looked at me Shock registered on his cute young face. "I didn't expect you back until...!" I brushed his remark aside while his new-found "fuck bud" withdrew a quite formidable cock from my lover's ass. "Is he...?" his paramour started to ask. "Shut the fuck up!" my "other half" barked. "You need to leave!" I said, "Both of you!" He protested while I started piling all of his possessions in the center of the bedroom. Since his apartment had been furnished, all he had were clothes and personal items. He cried. He begged. He pleaded. "No," I said firmly, "You know the rules!" "Where will I go?" he cried. "You should have thought of that before you fucked around on me!" I replied. For some reason I didn't go totally crazy with rage. I think it was the hurt in my heart that was controlling me. "Go live with him," I snapped, pointing to his skinny friend. "He still lives with his parents," my (now) "ex" yelped. Great! I was being replaced by some scrawny horse-cocked punk who still lived with Mommy and Daddy! I didn't give in. I think shock was still controlling me. In short time he had loaded up his car. I took his house keys, turned, went back inside and slammed the door shut to three (wasted) years of my life. That brings me to today. Sitting on the reservoir. Wondering where I went wrong. "You didn't," said my friends. At least they offered me moral support. Just yesterday the new mattress and box springs arrived. I wanted the old ones gone out my my life because we had...done so much on them. I didn't want his scent lingering behind. I keep wondering...was what I saw on that day a one-time thing or in my absence was he using my house as a "motel sex?" So here I am...sitting alone on the reservoir. Okay. That requires a little bit of background. The "reservoir" is a huge earthen dam located in the middle of a desert preserve park surrounded by a city teeming with people. Unlike other city parks, desert preserve parks do just that: preserve the desert in its natural setting. No greenbelts. No kiddie playground or sports fields. Just acres and acres of pristine...well, semi-pristine...land. I mean how can it be actually pristine when surrounded by five million people? The landscape varies from flat to gently climbing hills along with jagged peaks rising five hundred feet or more from the desert floor. It is lush with desert vegetation and animals. Cacti, paloverde, mesquite, creosote, coyotes, jackrabbits, roadrunners, javelina, rattlesnakes and more call the park home. We are just visitors. It is a throwback to what the entire area looked like before the city took over. Motorized vehicles are not allowed; it's all about hiking, biking or horseback locomotion. There are lots of designated trails ranging from easy to difficult. So difficult that once in a while a person either dies or is injured from making the wrong choices. It is very much like where my work takes me. I have hiked here for years and, yes, on occasion, met with a smoking hot guy which ended in some "recreational exercise" under cover of thick trees. Entrance in this section is through a large parking lot complete with shade ramadas, restrooms and informational kiosks. From there, you're on your own... Now to the reservoir...a curious example of something that seems really out of place; a huge curved earthen dam about three-quarters of a mile long. It must be about thirty feet high on the uphill side and forty feet to the ground on the downhill slope. The top of the structure is flat; about fifteen feet wide with a trail that runs from side to side before continuing back into the park. The edges of the dam are not sheer drop-offs. In fact, on the uphill side you could easily navigate down to the retention basin at the bottom. The downhill side is a bit trickier. It IS pretty steep. You could probably slide down on your butt if getting cactus spines stuck in your ass isn't a problem. It is completely constructed out of earth and covered with shale and other loose rock to prevent erosion. No one seems to know how old it is or more importantly, why it even exists. Flood control? Hardly. This is a region that sees maybe seven inches of rain a year; it remains a real anomaly...especially considering that someone had to build it. That must have taken a ton of work. It spans the entrance of a small canyon, but the location is no different than a dozen other canyons just like it. At each end of the dam are huge boulders; I mean massive...to keep bikes and horses from accessing the trail; no doubt placed there to prevent possible accidents. Yet out in the middle along the top are a couple of stone benches facing outwards towards the horizon. There you can gaze down at all the people hurriedly rushing about with their daily lives. At night the city lights up and the view is almost stellar. A faded plaque one of the benches bears a date of 1958. With the recent events fresh in my mind, this is where I found myself one late fall afternoon. Still trying to figure out why everything had failed. "Because he's an asshole," one of my friends said. Good moral support...I guess...but still it didn't heal the hurt. "Time will take care of that." That remark came from another "bud" who's been through the same thing more times that I care to count... Being a weekday, the park was pretty empty. I took a couple of days off to try and collect my thoughts....which obviously wasn't working...sitting there, minding my own business when out of the corner of my eye (how do eyes have "corners" anyway?)...I noticed someone slip through the boulder barrier and start the pathway across the dam. "Great! I really don't want any company today! Unless it's a smoking hot stud," I laughed to myself... The figure drew closer. Even in the late afternoon I could easily see that it is a man... No, a boy... or rather a teenager...Good...I can get rid of him and continue with my silent brooding... He almost seems to glide along the trail. Tall, very skinny... black hair. Fluffy and framing his face...Yeah...he's almost angelic looking! Closer now... Must be about six feet, maybe a little more...he has angular features and nice square shoulders...wearing some kind of skinny jeans that almost look like they were sprayed on his slender young frame. Long coltish legs...I bet he barely weighs 115-120 pounds... Very close now..I'll be obligated to at least say "hello" or something... He must have read my mind... "Hello!" he chirps. His voice is melodic! He's almost to the bench where I am sitting...WOW! He's so much cuter up close! His hair is raven black and his eyes are...a bright, bright blue! I try and think...Latino boys have black hair but their eyes are usually brown...same for Asian boys...and Italians too...This boy has more Nordic-style features which would explain the blue eyes but...not the raven black hair! Anyway, his skin is a slightly off-white hue with maybe just a hint of sun...so...I don't know his ethnicity...but his DNA seemed to have combined just right to produce a stunning specimen of adolescence! "Hello, Mister! Are you all right?" That voice again! My cock starts to stiffen. I look up at the face of a true angel! His lips...so thick and luscious... "Dick sucking lips!" as my friends would often say...kind of like mine! They're also great for kissing too! As my eyes scan up they can't help but notice his T-shirt. Nicely fitting, stopping just at the line where his "junk" is trying to escape from the confines of those skinny jeans! You don't see many boys wearing pants like that today! So damned tight an impression of the circumcision line is visible through the fabric! He "dresses right" like I do; looks to be maybe six inches or so; a massive mound on the left betrays the location of his balls...which also look to be pretty impressive! Reality hit me; I have to stop staring at this picture of perfection. "Sorry," I respond, "I was thinking about some shi..., Uh, some stuff!" "It's okay," he giggles, "You can say `shit' if you like!" His voice belongs to a boy on the cusp of manhood... I smile at him. Our eyes met. "Wake up!" my inner voice screams, "He's fucking JAIL BAIT!" I don't know; I've seen eighteen year-olds who look thirty, and thirty year-olds who look eighteen. "Is it bad stuff?" he asks. "Yeah, I just broke up with someone...we were supposed to be in love." "Oh," he paused before continuing, "That happens all the time at school." That confirmed what I suspected: He's still in high school, and underage. Something I usually avoid. Well, ALMOST usually... "How long were you two together...?" he started to ask. His interest surprised me. "About three years," I replied. "Oh," there was along pause, "It must suck when something like that happens." "Yeah. It does." I agreed I continued to feast my eyes on his alluring body. He noticed my long glances up and down his supple frame. "Are you gonna stay alone now or look for someone else?" "I don't know. It ended pretty badly so I may stay single for a while." "What do you mean by `badly?'" he asked. "I came home from work and found...well...," my voice trailed off. So far I hadn't given the kid any clue about the gender of my ex. He stared at me as I tried to explain what had happened without going into great detail. Surprisingly he easily picked up on my thoughts. "That would really piss me off," he said softly. I was processing our conversation as it continued. For being a complete stranger, the kid displayed a lot more interest and empathy than I would have ever expected. His next question completely floored me... "So do you come here very often?" he asked. My mind raced. Is that an innocent question, or is it a huge double entendre?? "I used to come here all the time. Lots of times," I replied with a smirk. Well, that wasn't a lie. This park had a long history with me until I settled down for three years. "It keeps me in shape," I added, flicking up my shirttail and exposing my six pac. His eyes widened as he focused in on my body. "So what about you? Why isn't a cute guy like you hanging out with some friends from school instead of being here all by yourself?" I asked. "I come here all the time!" he boasted before turning somber, "But I don't have any real friends. And even if I did...I don't have a car yet...I only have my learner's permit...How far can that get a guy?" "Then how did you get here?" I asked while doubting his claim of frequenting this park. "On my bike. It's a fucking ancient Schwinn that Mom found in a pawn shop. No girls are going to go for that!" He made a distasteful face at the mention of girls. I was trying to process what he had told me. How old IS he? The minimum age for a learner's permit is 15 ½. Or maybe he just waited until he was a little bit older. Guys today don't look at getting a driver's license like they did when I was his age. "Anyway" he complained, "No one I know wants to come here...wait......did...did you...do you actually think I'm cute?" The expression on his face was a textbook example of uncertainty. "Fuck yes," I laughed, "Anyone who doesn't see that in you is a moron!" He smiled and then we both broke out laughing. "Then...then...I get it! I knew it! I knew it!" he exclaimed, bouncing from one foot to another, "You like guys, don't you? I mean, you're gay...right? Or I mean ARE you gay?" This time I smiled. "All the way" I laughed. "I kind of suspected that when you were talking about breaking up with your...I mean...you never said you had a girlfriend...I mean that's all most guys talk about...You were kind of careful not to...!" "Well...I didn't want to scare you away," I chuckled. "No way!" he asserted. "So then WHAT about you? No special person in your life?" I asked. I didn't want to push him to revealing his sexuality. "Better to let him reveal it to me," I thought, even though I was sure I knew the answer. For the first time in our conversation, the kid looked very sad. "No," he said softly while shaking his head, "No one wants a loser like me...!" Hearing his remark sent me flying to my feet. We stood face to face. Well, because of his height, even standing I had to look up at him...his eyes looked so sad! Putting my hands on his shoulders, I said. "You are NOT a loser!" Our eyes met. "Yes I am," he repeated himself. Then he opened up to me. That started as he showed me his cellphone. "Look at this!" he said softly. It was an ancient flip phone. I didn't even know they still existed. "It's all Mom says she can afford. My kid Brother doesn't have ANY phone at all!" That was like a floodgate breaking as his life story came out in quick staccato bursts. His family is poor. Worse yet, he lives in a single parent home. Apparently his Dad skipped out one day and never came back. That was about six years ago. His Mom works two jobs to try and keep their heads above water. They live in subsidized public housing in a small two bedroom apartment. "That means he shares a bedroom with his Brother?" I thought. As if reading my mind, he told me that PLUS they even share one bed! Each of them gets one side of the room as their "own." From what he explained, keeping the house clean, doing laundry and looking after his kid Brother takes up most of his free time...plus studying. "I'm on the honor roll all the time," he said. I could sense his pride in that and patted him on the back as we both sat back down. Even though the bench was more than large enough for both of us, he ended up scooting very close to me. So close that our thighs touched. I carefully put my arm around his back and softly scratched the back of his neck. His revelations had suddenly changed everything. It must have taken a lot for him to open up like that to a complete stranger. As we talked I had gathered that despite his claims to the contrary, he had never been to this park at all, or maybe only just a couple of times. Certainly not up to the reservoir before. For someone his age, the kid was remarkably sharp, outgoing and verbose. Maybe that comes from his not being "connected" to social media like his peers. He told me the school library is one of his favorite places. As we sat, he stared out into the approaching twilight as the lights of the city started to twinkle. "It's so peaceful here," he said softly. I also discerned that his apartment is a pretty noisy place. Knowing what I did about public housing, that didn't surprise me. He had no computer at home ("I had a laptop but it died"), no internet and only one old television in the living room... "I'm the one kid in most of my classes that can't do my homework assignments online. Unless I stay after class and use a computer at school," he said softly. There was so much about him that I wanted to change. By that I mean help... He wanted to go to college but knew there was no way that would ever happen. Earth Science and Paleontology were his favorite interests. Even a vocational school was out of the question because of the expense. "The chance of me getting a full scholarship is nearly zero," he said. I didn't even want to begin talking about my background...having parents who are well-off...I mean, not "rich," but with enough money to fund my schooling for four years. "You study insects?" he said while making a funny face. "No, that's an entomologist. I'm an ornithologist. You know, birds," I said while ruffling his hair. "It must be great to not have to pinch pennies for everything" he replied. What the fuck could I say to that? "I'm not going to spend my life working in retailing. Or go into the fucking military," he announced. At least he had some determination and a plan. Little did I know how wrong that plan was... "Oh?" I said. "Yes. As soon as I turn eighteen, I'm gonna start making a lot of money so I can help out Mom and make sure my Brother has a chance at life too!" he said. His goals and loyalty were admirable. Inside something was bothering me. I hoped he wasn't going to start hawking drugs or something worse. It turned out to be worse. Much worse... "You must have a plan then?" I asked. He looked around; I don't know why. No one would be here at this time of the day. "Yeah. I have something most guys don't. Something that will let me make a shitload of money." The word "eighteen" made my mind go into hyperdrive. What difference could his age make? He could sell drugs any time. I kept throwing ideas around as he was talking. Two words struck me like a lightning bolt. "White trash." I heard him say that. Twice. "What?" I exclaimed. "White trash. That's all we are...!" "STOP IT!" I barked, You are NOT white trash!" "You think I don't know about that? I've seen it in movies and I've read about it. We're just poor losers that no one gives a fuck about. I'm not gonna grow up like that. I'm damned sure not gonna let my kid Brother go through the same shit!" "Look," I said, trying to reason with him while stroking his soft hair. It is so fluffy...almost luminous, black and very soft... "It's all fucked up. Everything is fucked up. People are hurting all over. You didn't have any choice about how you were born, or even that you were born. But that doesn't make you any less valuable," I said. Look at me," he snorted, "And look at you! You're so...so...perfect. A real man. You're strong and smart and...fucking hot," he confessed, "And then look at me. A skinny string-bean with nothing...!" "NO!" I exclaimed, "You are the most beautiful boy I've ever seen!" I confessed. The more I was around him, the more I wanted him. I know it's futile and could never happen. But I can't let him sit there thinking he's some kind of throw-away garbage. "I'm so weak and puny and look at you! You could snap me in two and not even break a sweat. I eat and eat and eat and don't gain a pound. I'll never be anything close to like you. Or any of the other guys I see on the internet. Except for one thing..." he said quietly. "You CAN build yourself up if that's what you want. It's not about eating. Your metabolism is probably so high that you burn calories off in a flash. You need to work on building your muscle strength," I said. There was a brief silence between us. I think we were both digesting what we had said. "That takes a lot of time. I don't have time," he said. "What? You're young. Still in high school. Look at me. Do you think I got my body overnight? It took years," I explained. "I can't wait years. I need money now. So does Mom. And so does my Brother. And I know how to get it." "Don't...PLEASE don't do anything that will get you in trouble. Like going to prison or something. If you get a criminal record, then...!" He shook his head "No." "I have something that sells. Something a lot of people want," he said shyly. "Okay. I'll bite. What is it?" "I've got a big cock. A really big cock. The biggest cock in my entire high school. I'm gonna use it to make money," he confessed. "You mean like...porn?" I exclaimed. Okay. Every teenage boy thinks they have a big cock. Until they actually run across a guy who HAS a bis cock. This kid is knock-out fucking hot, but from what I had seen so far, his cock wasn't "big" by any means. Well, not that I had actually SEEN it, but his skinny jeans left nothing to the imagination. I mean, six inches or so isn't bad at all, but it's hardly the "biggest cock" in his school... "Aiden told me I should. He knows. He knows a lot more than I do," he said. "Who's `Aiden?'" "He's a guy at school. We're in the same grade. We've been sort of friends since like the sixth grade. He's gay like me...!" There! At last he finally admitted it to me! "Are you two...boyfriends?" He shook his head "No." Emphatically so. "He's too...uhhhh feminine for me. But he's a nice guy. We...uh...did try some things but he couldn't take it...I mean...take me...but...he...kind of...one day when we were surfing porn at his house, he said I should try out for it...!" "Trying out" for porn. I never heard it put that way before... "I don't think that's how it works. Besides, no one makes a fortune selling themselves like that," I replied. "Then maybe I could do escort work. They make a lot of money," he said. "And there's drugs, HIV and a lot of psycho people you'd have to deal with," I countered. "Aiden knows this guy...Jerry...he says I'm a natural for it!" the kid boasted, "Says I could make maybe $500 a day!" Bingo! Jerry is nothing more than a pimp, looking for fresh meat so HE can make $500 a day on the kid's "work" and then cut loose with maybe 10% of that as payment! Suddenly I wanted to find this Jerry character and beat the shit out of him. He wanted to do nothing more than exploit this beautiful boy and then, when finished, dump him like old garbage. "How does this `Jerry' know about...?" I asked, while trying to control my anger at what could happen to such an innocent, naive kid. "`Cause he saw my pictures!" the kid boasted. "PICTURES! Oh please don't tell me you sent someone dick pics of...!" I exclaimed, "Please tell me you didn't have your face with...!" "Of course I did," the kid replied, "Otherwise, how would anyone know they are really me? Aiden took them and we even put a ruler next to my cock so no one could say it was Photoshopped or anything!" "NO! Don't you know how that can come back to haunt you? Those pics can end up ANYWHERE!" I cried. "I think they already did because...well, Aiden kind of...sent them to some other guys at school and...!" "FUCK NO!" I yelped. The kid looked away from me. "I guess that was a mistake...!" he said softly. "Yes, it was. I don't blame you for it...but your friend is an asshole for sharing them with anyone!" "Yeah," he agreed, "But now at least I get a little respect at school. No one picks on me. I know a lot of guys and probably some girls too stare when they see me in the halls...!" The more he talked, the more upset I got. If only there were someway to undo what had happened so far. But this is not a computer program. There is no "undo" button for life! "So that's why you have to wait until you're eighteen," I mused. "Yeah. I mean, this Jerry guy could probably do some photo-shoots of me now but...!" "NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" I pleaded with him, "Please don't!" I cried. We sat next to each other in silence. His young, thin body was pressed into mine... "Why do you even care about me?" he whispered, "You don't even know me!" "Be...Be...Because I see in you a beautiful boy ready to grow into manhood. Smart, cute as fuck, with a great personality...!" The kid started to cry. Very softly. I felt his body shivering. "No one ever said anything like that about me before...in my whole life!" "Then it's long overdue," I replied. "You've been so nice to me. You don't even know me!" he whispered. "I know you're very honest and brave. Kind of like a little ninja or samurai. Loyal to your family above all else," I whispered in his ear. There was a pause before he whispered "Mister" in my ear. His scent was that of teenage boy mixed with strawberries: overwhelmingly intoxicating... "Yes?" I replied. "I...Uh...I kind of...I told you a lie...!" he stammered. As I turned to look at him, our eyes met. I could see that his were moist. "Okay...You wanna tell me about it?" I asked. He fidgeted a bit before starting to talk. "I lied about coming here before. I've only been to this park twice," he said softly. THAT was his lie? I considered it to be nothing. His unfamiliarity with the place had already tipped me off to the fact. "Oh?" I said, deciding to let him lead the conversation. "I did hear about this place from some guys at school. And then Aiden...he told me I should check it out to see if I could get some practice...!" "Practice?" I replied. "Yeah. You know. Kind of like getting some experience before I...," he started to explain. Aiden was now starting to sound like he was trying to be this kid's agent! "Fuck Aiden!" I barked; he cut me off before I could continue. "Oh no! I already tried that!" he said softly. "WHAT?" "I couldn't. Or rather I didn't. He complained too much about it hurting and I barely got started and...!" Aiden must have that tightest hole in the world! Putting aside the kid's boast about having the biggest cock in his school, I knew all too well that when I was sixteen, I was already riding some pretty decent sized bones! "It's okay," I said softly, "That isn't really a lie!" "The one other time I came here it was pretty deserted. Then today when I saw you get out of your truck. I knew...I knew...I wanted you...You're so perfect," he sobbed. Hearing a guy his age singing praises about me was a little more than a slice of heaven! I pulled him closer to me. The heat from his body was intense! His body shivered as he cried. "It's okay, little ninja! I'm not mad at your `lie,' which isn't really a lie at all...!" I cooed. He looked me in the eyes again. Something was...FUCK! How can he do this to me? A boy I know nothing about yet he's...he's...DAMN! He literally owns me right now! How can a kid do this? My ex NEVER was able to control me like this! "Mister?" he said in a tiny little voice. "Yes?" "I'd really like to cum here," he whispered. There was no doubting his use of the word... "I don't know if that would be wise," I replied. He seemed surprised. "Why? Am I too young for you?" Actually he was correct there; well, in a way. "Yeah...You're underage and I don't want to go to prison!" "For what?" he asked. "Because you're not old enough yet," I tried to explain. "Oh I'm plenty old enough," he giggled. I adored his sly sense of humor... "Besides, I would never tell anyone...!" he added My mind was processing the multiple felony counts I could receive for having sex with a minor...that and spending twenty years to life behind bars... Young boys had crossed my path before and the same fears entered my mind. I always waited for them to initiate "first contact," not that from a legal perspective it would have made any difference. The law says that people his age aren't old enough to know what they want. This kid did... "Mister?" he whispered again. "Yes?" "Please make me cum," he sighed, "I'll be real good. I promise!" I looked around. The twilight was quickly descending. There was no one anywhere in sight. "Where?" I asked. "Here," he replied. "HERE?" I exclaimed. "I can be very fast," he boasted. Falling...Slipping away... His presence. His scent. His lithe, nimble body. His adorable face...I was losing this "battle." The multiple felonies were quickly pushed into the back of my mind. This kid was seducing me! From head to toe, he was someone that, if in a different time, I would have swept off his feet and made mine forever... "Stand up," I whispered to him. For a moment he seemed confused, then he complied. Sitting on the bench in front of him, my eyes again raked the length of his alluring body. They focused on the handsome bulge in his crotch. "The poor guy has been boned since we met," I thought. "Peel off those jeans," I whispered to him. Popping open the top button, he started to slide down the thin denim that kept his treasures hidden from view. His fingers were indeed very long. He had large hands and feet as well. That made me wonder abut his cock. Not that it mattered. I was about to find out first hand! The jeans slid down just like peeling a banana! Then "it" popped into view. No signs of any underwear. I guess that's not too unusual. From what I have read and heard, a lot of guys opt for going commando. It sure was in favor with me! Because he's so skinny, he'd probably have to wear kids underwear...and there's no room for a cock like his in underwear that small. Never mind: there he was with all of his manhood proudly on display. Right off the bat, I knew... ...That I had been wrong! Completely so! He wasn't boned at all! A nice very thick cock exploded into the night air. I would guess it measured about six inches long...soft? You have to be kidding! There were thick folds of skin encircling the shaft just under a perfectly shaped mushroom head. He tugged a little more and that's when his balls popped into view. Damn! Two large "stones" nestled inside a soft velvety pouch. Classic low hangars in every sense of the word. All of his pubic region was devoid of any hair. The kid must have done some manscaping... Whereas I kept my pubes trimmed, he went for a full-bore "baby boy" look... A baby boy with a thick long cock! "Beautiful!" I croaked. Suddenly my throat was very dry... "You really like it?" the kid asked in a shy, timid voice. I slid down off the bench onto my knees, looked up into his fiery blue eyes and nodded. "Wanna see my big cock get hard?" he asked, almost taunting me... The kid knew I was hooked. At his mercy. Dominated by a boy half my age... All I could do was nod again. "You probably thought I was just bullshitting when I said I have a big fucking cock," he chortled, "Now watch THIS!" He leaned backwards and arched his body forward. Suddenly, right before my eyes, the cock that I thought had been boned all day started to thicken and grow. Little groans came from the kid's lips as his fleshy tube began to rise upwards in the twilight. Those rolls of flesh around the shaft quickly disappeared as the kid's prick inflated and lengthened. Longer and fatter...it was indeed a monster. My mind flashed to boys I had seen on tumlbr, or a couple of Brazilian studs I met while in college. Massive. Thick. Huge pencil-sized veins ran the length of his more than impressive meat stick. They pulsated with life, carrying blood to maintain this incredible erection. Heat radiated from the kid's crotch along with the smell of strawberries and musk... "So?" he said, looking down at me with a cocky (!) smirk, "Do I have a big dick?" All I could do was nod. I was a moth, drawn to the flame. My cock was rock hard, compressed in my jeans. Right now there was only one thing on my mind... Suddenly softening his tone, the boy said, "I can make myself cum but I'd really rather have you suck me!" In the failing light I could barely discern a clear drop of precum forming at the head of his impressive tool. A huge, gaping fingernail-sized piss slit was staring me in the face. The mushroom-shaped helmet looked angry as it pulsated with life. He began to make tiny, powerful thrusts with his pelvis. His gigantic cock swelled up even more as a long clear strand of precum dropped towards the ground. "Please, mister, "I can't wait much longer!" he begged. He really was going to cum spontaneously! There was no way I could let that happen! It would be such a waste of his precious nectar. Quickly I leaned in and opened my mouth. The minute my tongue contacted the tip of his cock, he uttered a soft groan. "YESSSSS!!!" he cried, "That feels SO gooood!" I eagerly lapped up his precum and opened my jaws as far as possible. The head of his bone slid inside my mouth, causing more chirps, squeaks and moans from the boy. There was no way I could even think of deep throating such a huge tool. My mind made some quick calculations about the size of his cock. My hand is about 4 ½ inches from the outside of the thumb to the little finger. There was more than enough room for both of my hands to grasp the shaft of the huge rod now invading my throat. That meant he easily was packing nine inches or more...heavy emphasis on the "more...!" Circling my thumb and middle finger gives a diameter of about two inches; and I couldn't close my fingers completely around the kid's prick. Thick and long...the best of both worlds! Yeah. He might very well have the biggest cock in his entire high school; a combination grower and shower all rolled into one! A once in a thousand product of some pretty amazing genetics... Slowly I inched down the immensely thick shaft protruding from his groin. My actions were met with more sounds of ecstasy. I liked that. In fact, I love a noisy guy. It lets me know how good of a job I am doing. Not that I don't always give every blow job (or fuck) my complete devotion. Doesn't matter if I am giving or receiving. Being a power bottom or fucking like jackhammer. When it comes to extracting a guy's spunk, there's no way I'm gonna go at it half-assed. And I always swallow. Every possible drop. I mean, a guy offers it to you, why let it go to waste? Needless to say, I'm not a fan of hand jobs. Unless, of course, it's just me alone. Inch by inch I swallowed the kid's steely-hard, fat sword...until I knew my limit had been reached. To my amazement, it looked like I only manged to ingest about a third, or maybe forty percent, of it's complete length. Even the Brazilian studs I serviced in college got the full deep throat treatment...although my jaw was sore afterwards. The kid was a new experience for me! Now that I knew my limits, I set out to bring this beautifully horny young boy to an Earth shattering orgasm. One that (hopefully) he would remember forever. Okay, I guess that's kind of corny. But I did wanted to leave a lasting memory in his young mind about how good guy-sex can be. Certainly I wanted to outperform his school friend Aiden. I didn't think that would be too difficult. Blowjobs are the best. And easiest. Any time, any place. All it takes it a modicum of privacy, and truth be told I had given a few in not-so-private locations. He seemed uncertain what to do next; so I took his hands and placed them on each side of my head. The kid caught on really fast! Instinctively he must have known not to try forcing the entirety of his huge cock down my throat. "Man Chokes and Dies While Sucking Huge Penis!" I could see that headline! What a way to go! The heat from his prick was intense. I could feel the meaty mushroom head throbbing as I gave it a thorough tongue bath. "OHHHHHH MISTER!!!!!" he kept crying. It was like music to my ears... Reaching behind his petite frame, I cupped his tiny ass and pulled us together. He emitted the most adorably cute little squeaks as I gently squeezed his young butt. Naturally my mind was wondering what it would be like to take a cock as thick and long as his up my butt. I had seen some pretty big cocks online hammering away on guys my size. There has to be a limit to the length a human ass can take. I already knew that nine or ten inches was doable for me. More than that? I don't know. At least from experience to date. Regrettably I did not have any lube with me. And there was no way I would try taking something this big with just some spit! This boy had owned me since we met. Now I owned him. Driving him into throes of raw euphoria with just my tongue! He let out a long, high pitched moan as his body tightened up. I knew we were pretty much there. He had been correct. It didn't take very long. Two maybe three minutes and he was ready to explode. Would it be one huge blast (like my "ex"), or maybe a series of high powered jets of jizz, which in an open space could easily travel six feet or more (that is my style)? From the size of his huge balls, I doubted that the kid would be a "dribbler." "M...M...Miiissssttterrrr!" he yelped. Prudently I backed off a bit as his cock stiffened up even more. It's hardness was...well, I imagine it could easily pound spikes into solid granite... "I...I...OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" he cried. In less than a second I had my answer. The first cumshot hit like a shotgun blast. My cheeks bulged as his juice filled my mouth. Experience had taught me to always swallow quickly, and I did just in time as volley number two came right behind. Followed by several more until finally tapering off. He was panting from exhaustion and leaned into my body. I gripped him in support and let his throbbing cock slip from between my lips. "Easy, little ninja!" I said softly while helping him sit down on the bench. He nestled into me. We pressed together for a few minutes. Even though outdoors, the smell of sex permeated our vicinity. I tried to remember the count; ten, twelve shots? The kid is definitely porn star material. But that's the LAST thing I would ever say to him! He turned to look at me. His face radiated contentment... "Oh Mister," he said softly, "I never knew...!" I put my finger to his lips and smiled. "It's what I wanted to do since the minute I first saw you," I said quietly. I wasn't lying... "Really?" he said, unsure if I was being truthful. "Yes. Absolutely," I promised him. I nuzzled his soft neck and inhaled that intoxicating scent. The aroma of a boy on the way to manhood. In fact, he was already there in so many ways... I glanced down and saw his cock still standing at attention. He caught my glance and giggled, "It always stays that way for a while!" "How do you fix it?" I asked, having a good idea what his answer would be. Our eyes met. Again I felt myself being drawn into them. "Please, Mister, Could you suck it again?" he pleaded. His voice was so soft and urgent. "I need it really badly...!" Instinctively I moved towards his towering, angry looking cock. As I opened my mouth, a hand rested on the back of my head and guided me towards the target. "Suck it! PLEASE!" he ordered. No power on Earth could stop me. Damn those felonies! Forget about everything but the gorgeous boy with his elephant-sized cock! In a second, it was in my mouth. Then my throat. The pressure from his hand kept pushing me further down his long steely rod. Then he stopped; he knew my limits! His body stretched out from the bench; those long, coltish legs spread wide so I could have easy access. "OHHH YEAHHH!!!!" he softly moaned. We were both in ecstasy! Putting all my cock sucking skills to work, I began to give the kid another spectacular blow job. Washing the plump mushroom head with my tongue; traveling up and down as much of the long shaft as I could. He writhed and twisted under my control. It was kind of funny; we both owned each other but in different ways! Our mutual passion was interrupted by the ringing of a phone. I knew it wasn't mine; I had turned it off long ago. "I have to get this," he announced. Reluctantly, I started to release his cock from my mouth. His free hand flew to my head and pressed me back down on his tool. "Don't stop," he pleaded as he flipped open his phone. This was a new one for me! Not one to deny a boy as cute as him of his pleasure, I continued servicing his rod. "Hi Mom!" he chirped. I froze in place. His MOTHER? His hand again pressed on my head. I obeyed his command and kept servicing his fuck stick. Obviously I could only hear his side of the conversation... "At the park." "You know, the one I told you about." He gasped for breath as my tongue swirled around the end of his rigid pole. "No...No...!" His voice broke... "I'm just out of breath from hiking! I'm okay!" His body shuddered as I continued to put my best oral skills to work. "I gave him all of his homework assignments and told him if he didn't get them done there'd be no TV tonight." "Yes. I didn't really have any homework so that's why I went to the park, Besides, I needed the exercise." A small moan escaped his lips. "I just got a muscle cramp. It's a pretty big muscle and it's kind of bugging me...but I'm working on fixing it now" "I was careful! I promise! I just over-did it!" He stifled another moan as I did my best to deep throat his swollen prick. "Oh gee! I didn't know it was THAT late! I guess I just got carried away hiking and doing other things..." "`Other things?'" I silently laughed at that... "I'll be home within an hour. I promise!" "No. you don't need to come pick me up. Besides I rode my bike. Yes, I can find my way home in the dark!" "Mom! I'm not a little boy any more!" "Truer words were never spoken," I thought... "Okay! I promise! I love you too!" "Gotta go! This cramp is STILL bugging me like crazy!" The expression on his face was priceless. A boy in uncontrolled bliss while trying to remain stoic and reserved. The little grins and grimaces reflected his true feelings as he tried to retain control over his hormone-ridden body. "Okay! I promise! Bye!" The minute he closed the phone a loud groan escaped his lips. He held me firmly on his pulsating prick, which instantly unleashed a violent cum shot that flooded my mouth. I had chipmunk cheeks again! Filled with a thick, hot liquid...eagerly I downed his copious nectar and just in the nick of time as round two followed. Then three, then four...on and on... My Adam's apple bobbed up and down as the slimy juice headed down into my gullet. The kid panted, writhed and moaned with each discharge from his high velocity cum cannon. "AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" he screamed with each round of expelled dick juice. I craved every drop he offered. His resilience was amazing: two back-to-back powerful performances without any drop in the quantity of his seed. He slumped back on the bench as I let his long hose slip from between my thick lips. "You okay?" I asked. He was panting like a race horse. His young chest heaved with every breath. "Oh yeah!" he chirped. Even in the early darkness his youthful brilliance was like a beacon. "I can't believe you didn't stop while you were talking to your Mom," I chortled, "A `muscle cramp?'" "Ohhhh...She always treats me like a little kid!" he pouted, "Well, it is kind of a muscle...a `dick muscle'...and it sure needed relief!" "There's nothing little about you," I said while laughing at his explanation. "Well...I wasn't gonna let you stop! And no shit! I do have a big cock, don't I? Right, Mister?" "Your cock is one in fucking million," I said as it continued to sway back and forth in the open air, "Damn! Does it ever go down? "Yeah, it will finally. I have pretty good control over it most of the time," he explained. I recalled how easily he had sprung a boner after pulling it out of his jeans. "But now I have to try and stuff it back in my pants so I can go home," he said while standing up. I watched with amusement as he tried to repackage his "goods." Finally it was all tucked away, concealed (well, sort of) in the soft fabric. Covered but not hidden from view...not something THAT big in jeans that clung to his lithe frame like a second skin! I eyed him from head to toe...my cock had been on edge since we met and it was about ready to cut loose all by itself. Sadly I knew there wasn't time. This beautiful boy had to go back to his world: a single parent home with a Mother who works herself to death trying to support the three of them. Living in a barren environment with none of the luxuries most people take for granted. I stood up and faced him. This was not going to be easy. Why? I had hundreds of casual encounters with guys in my life and none of them were any more than a quick fling in the park. Or an online hook-up. Or whatever... This time it was different. "Thanks, Mister," he said in a soft voice. Apparently he felt the same... "No, thank you!" I replied. He seemed confused. "Don't you want me to...to...you know...do something for you...I mean...!" he asked in a tenuous tone. I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a passionate hug. Immediately his arms did in kind. My hands fell to his tiny ass...so small! It easily fit in one hand! He squeaked with surprise at my touch. "You don't owe me anything. You've already given me much more than I expected," I cooed to him. "But...!" he protested. I raised a finger to his pouty lips to "shush" him. His lips parted as he sucked my digit inside his warm mouth. My heart almost burst as I felt his tongue caressing my intrusion! "Shit, he's a fast learner, "I thought. Gently I removed my finger from his lips. His expression was one of confusion. That quickly changed when I kissed him on his lips. My tongue pressed and probed, trying to enter his mouth. At first he seemed confused; then it all changed as he allowed my entrance. He squeaked in surprise but then quickly figured out the "plan." Our bodies pressed together as one while our tongues did a sensuous dance. Again he proved to be a quick learner as I felt him push his tongue into my mouth. More chirps and moans filled the quietness of the night. His long hard cock pressed against mine as our bodies rubbed back and forth. "MMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!" we both moaned. I could tell where we were going with this little display of affection. I certainly had no intention of stopping it... Breaking free from his sensuous tongue fucking of my mouth, I panted, "Just let it go!" We quickly resumed our tongue bath and in a few seconds I heard him squeak. His young frame tightened up as he pressed into me with all his might. My cock was past the point of no return. There was no way for me to hold back any longer. Our mouths broke free and we both gasped for air. "OH YEAH... YOU FUCKING LITTLE STUD!!!" I screamed. "MISSSSSTERRRRR!!! he cried. I felt the dampness in my jeans as my cock erupted. It was obvious his was doing the same. "LET IT GO, LITTLE NINJA!" I cried. "NINJA...CUMMMMING!!" he croaked. Our jeans were soaked with jizz. Streams of his spunk ran down the outside of his pants to the ground. His body bucked and heaved from the strain. Reluctantly we parted; I stood back and again admired his young frame. "You're...so...fucking...hot," I stammered. He gave me a sheepish grin. "You're a lot better than Aiden," he giggled. "I was sucking cock before he was born," I giggled. "So older is better then?" he hooted. "Sometimes!" I replied. He looked around at the darkness. "It's gonna be a bitch hiking out of here now," he moaned. "Wait a minute," I replied. Reaching into my backpack I pulled out my night hiking light. "What's that?" he asked. "It's my Biolite," I explained while turning it on. "About seven hours on the `high' setting and a crazy number more on the low selection. USB chargeable," I explained while affixing it to his head, "Now you can find your way down to the parking lot..." "But...but...how do I give it back to you," he asked. "You don't. You can keep it...!" I started to explain. "It looks expensive!" he protested. "Don't worry about it. You can use it when your riding you bike at night, too!" I suggested. "But...No one ever gave me anything like this before..." he started to say. I could sense sadness in his voice. FUCK! What his life must be like! "Thanks for everything," I added. "You're thanking ME?" he exclaimed. "Oh yeah...I'll remember this day and you for the rest of my life," I replied. We both knew it was time to go. I wished I could have spent the entire night with him up on the dam, or better yet, taken him back to my place...but there's no way that could ever happen. "Please," I implored him, "Think before you do...well...don't do anything rash. You're one very special young man...!" I heard him sob lightly. "Thanks," he said as he looked around, then he simply said, "Bye!" With that, he turned and began the walk across the top of the dam. The Biolite clearly showed him the way. As he receded into the darkness, I saw a sight that had been unavailable to me for most of our encounter: his cute, tight little ass as he disappeared into the night. And it was soooo tiny...my cock lurched inside my sodden jeans. He had no problem reaching the end of the dam. Deep down inside I was hoping...vainly hoping that he would give me a sign...every guy knows that I mean...that maybe he'd turn around and give me one last glance. Just a little smile on his sexy lips...of course I never would have seen that in the dark...but the Biolite remained aimed forward...meaning he never once looked back. Then he was gone. The light completely disappeared as he passed through the boulders at the edge of the dam. We could have walked down to the parking lot together. The more I thought about it, the happier I was that I had not; I mean, we only would have been dragging out our final parting. Turning to look outwards, I saw the lights of the city twinkling. Millions of people busy in their routines. While I stood there all by myself. "Take care, little ninja," I said softly as a tear ran down my cheek. Then I saw it: the light reappeared as he reached a clearing on the trail. I continued to track him as he made his way to the parking lot. What was the purpose of our meeting? I tried to think of a reason, but I knew there was none. He was just another random encounter. Younger than most. Sweet and innocent. No attitude or bullshit. Just an honest boy trying to figure out his route to manhood. "Shit! We never even exchanged names! Just `Mister' and `little ninja,'" I thought. Just like the many park "quickies" I've had in my life... If the age difference between us had not been so great, or if he had at least been "of age," things might have been different. Yet how could I ever possibly relate the a boy half my age? What do teenagers even like today? It's a completely different world from when I was his age...although from what he had told me, I gather `little ninja" would be interested in just about anything since he essentially lived a sterile life with none of the common distractions available to his peers. If only I could have gotten through to him about the pipe dream he has about becoming a porn star. I mean, no doubt with his looks and that...cock...he's prime material; but what kind of a life does that offer? Then there is that character he called "Jerry." Somehow I have a feeling he would be pocketing most of the money and leaving "little ninja" with nothing. Or maybe worse! There's nothing I can do now. It's better to try and forget him. I know time will take care of that. I mean...I couldn't contact him even if I wanted to. Somehow the idea of a thirty-three year old man suddenly showing up in his life might arouse some suspicion. Especially if his Mom is so overly protective. Finally I see the light reaching the parking lot. At least he made it safely down the mountainside; not that it's really a problem. Well, not for me...but he's just a kid... The light disappears. I figure he turned it off since he's back on familiar turf. Now it's just me on the dam. Darkness has settled in. There's no moon tonight but the glow of the city compensates for that. My jeans are slowly trying to dry out...I must have unleashed a gusher when we shot together. That was something I haven't done in a long time. No wait, I don't mean cumming; I just mean the way we did it. Almost spontaneously for both of us. I can imagine it's easy for him; he's at that age where a good wind can make a boy bone up. I stare out into the darkness of the park. Such a contrast from the surrounding city lights. Then something catches my eye. A light! Flashing on and off! Three, four times, then a pause and it repeats! It's him! It HAS to be! I fumble around in my backpack and find my small flashlight. Pulling it out, I take careful aim and flash back. Four times. I get a response! Four flashes again! I return the signal. Far below I see the light come on again. It starts quickly moving. He must be on his bicycle now. There's a pause at the exit to the street. The light flashes at me again! Once again, I return the signal. Then his light moves out onto the street and quickly disappears. "Little ninja" is gone...forever. But he signaled me! He actually thought to do something like that; a farewell gesture. Maybe in appreciation for my giving him the light? "Bye, `little ninja!'" I say into the dark. I decide to stay on the dam for a while. Sure, I'm all alone here; but going home won't change that. I'll still be alone...