Date: Thu, 4 Dec 2003 10:04:41 -0800 (PST) From: tag michaels Subject: A Most Beautiful Boy He was perhaps one of, if not the, most beautiful boys I had ever seen. In fact, when I first saw him I thought he was a she. I was sitting in a hospital central waiting area, waiting for my prescription to be filled and the first time he walked by I thought to myself, "What a truly beautiful girl." Who I saw was about five foot six, slender, with blonde hair that reached the collar of a dark blue lightweight jacket that was being worn open and unzipped.. The hair was that kind of blonde that was naturally a little darker at the roots and underneath the outer layers where it didn't get much sun. It was wavy, giving the illusion of thickness, which it may well have been, and turning almost into curls for the last four or so inches. The face was a light brown that could easily have been tan, but somehow it struck me as being a more natural skin tone. The much older woman that the teenager seemed to accompanying had the same skin tone which prompted me to think Portuguese or something like that. What threw me off were the board shorts and slippers that the girl was wearing. They looked more like boy's wear but hey, I'd lived in Hawaii long enough to know that clothing did not define the wearer's sex. Not by a long shot. I looked up toward the chest area to see if there were any protrusions but the black t-shirt with logo, coupled with the jacket, made it impossible to tell from that distance. Not that the distance was all that far but enough to throw me off a little more. The jacket was long and dropped below the waist so trying to see a crotch was no good either and besides, this person was doing the hands in pockets pulling the bottom together thing, further obscuring that avenue of identification. The couple had walked to an information booth then went back the way they had come, passing a little closer and prompting me to look a little better. The chest seemed to be flat but you'd be amazed at the number of girls and women in Hawaii with tiny boobs. The face appeared smooth as a baby's ass, not a hint of blemish or hair, the nose was slender, somewhat aquiline, and bobbed ever so slightly at the end. The cheek bones were somewhat high but overall it was an oval facial structure without points, everything soft and feminine. Long thick lashes and brows created a pleasing frame for large, open and, what seemed to be dark blue and slightly almond shaped eyes, . If I looked just at the face, I'd have to say girl and I placed her/his age at about sixteen. I looked at the legs and the skin color matched the face but they appeared to be smooth which was another one of those things that didn't mean anything here. Many boys and men shave their legs and I think it's mostly because of the Asian blood and the scraggly amount of leg hair that many of them grow. Better to have none at all. I went back to reading my book, glancing to see that my name still hadn't popped up to indicate that my script had been filled. A few minutes later the couple came back a third time, this time it seemed as if they were going to be leaving when a voice called out and the woman turned to see what appeared to be a friend, or at least someone from the hospital staff that she knew. They did the hug thing and the child was introduced to the newly arrived person and the adults continued to talk. My script was filled, I picked it up then went to the pay counter which was only about ten feet from my mystery boy/girl. Their conversation seemed to be dying down and the boy/girl had wandered a few feet away while his/her companion hugged the other woman and started to walk away. It was then that I got the confirmation I had been looking for as the child turned and said goodbye to other woman. It was a boy, his voice somewhat high but soft in it's timbre, gentle. I smiled inwardly. Yup, he was about the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen. I finally managed to get my stuff paid for, along with a parking validation and headed to the elevators and subsequently my car. Getting off the lift, I headed around the corner toward where I was parked and among the sounds of cars coming and going, I heard the hated sound of a car that was trying to start and not making it. I say hated sound cause of the times I'd been in that position and knew that anyone else in the same position would have a similar opinion. The sound seemed like it was close to my own car and closer inspection showed that it was only two slots away from me, an old battered and rusted pea green 1970 dodge Dart. As I got closer I saw that it was my beautiful boy who was grinding on the starter and working his way toward a dead battery. I hit the remote for my Mitsubishi, tossed my book and medication in and walked over to the Dart, nodding my head and signaling him to stop when the boy saw me approach. He stopped grinding, opened the door and got out. "So, what seems to be the problem," I asked, "other than the obvious I mean." "I don't know. I'm not a mechanic but it's done this before and a neighbor opened the hood and messed around with something and then it started." I was intrigued by his voice, a soft and gentle sound, somewhat high but not overly so. My first thought was "gay boy," but I'd learned long ago to be careful of snap judgments. "Well pop the hood and let me take a look," I told him. He did as I asked and I raised it up, exposing an engine compartment covered in grease and oil and the typical six cylinder engine that was popular with that car. I'd owned a number of old cars as a high school and college student and although I'd never make a living at twisting wrenches, I knew much of the basics. I fiddled here and there, checking connections and things before taking off the air cleaner and looking into the carburetor. A couple of tugs on the throttle linkage told me that the problem, or at least part of it, was no fuel. I told the boy that and explained further that it meant either no gas in the tank or gas not getting into the engine which probably meant fuel pump. He said that they'd put gas in it that morning so that wasn't it. I nodded my head and went back under the hood and began tracing the fuel line, then looked under the car as well, looking for leaks and found none all of which confirmed my suspicion. "I'm guessing fuel pump but it's only a guess," I told him. He looked dejected and I could see that he was running options through the brain that was captured behind that beautiful face. I keep using that word: beautiful, but I'm telling you, he was. "Gosh now what are we gonna do? My grandmother has another appointment that she's gonna be late for, we don't really know anybody here, I can't fix the car." My heart went out to him. The look on his face, the tone of his voice all cried out "what in the fuck are we gonna do". "Look," I said. "You seem like a pretty nice kid. Tell ya what. Why don't you let me take you and your grandmother to her appointment then I'll drive her home unless there's some place else she'd rather go. You and I will go to my place and I'll grab my tool kit, we'll go get a fuel pump at CHECKER'S or NAPA and I'll fix the thing for you. I'm pretty sure that's what it is and a reconditioned fuel pump isn't that expensive. Fixing it won't take more than an hour. What do you say?" His face lit up like a kid at Christmas and I wanted to take him in my arms and hold him till the cows came home. "I hate to have you do all that stuff for us, I mean, you don't even know us and what about your work and stuff?" I told him I owned my own business so I could do what I wanted. As far as knowing them went, I dealt with people and was pretty good judge and so far I was comfortable with what I saw and experienced. "Besides, you need the help and I'm sure that sometime you'll help someone else out who needs it. By the way, my name is Derek." He took my offered hand, his grip hardly a grip at all saying, "My name is Kalani, I'm very glad to meet you." I closed the hood of the Dart as the boy went to the passenger door and opened it. "Grandmother, this man thinks he knows what's wrong with the car and he can fix it. He says he'll take you over to Dr. Wong's, then take you home afterwards and he and I will come back and fix the car." She looked at me with some skepticism then got out of the car, following the lead of her grandson, probably the "man of the house," in her eyes. Kalani introduced us, she thanked me for helping them out and I guided her into the front seat of my car, the boy climbing into the back. She told me the name of the clinic where her next appointment was and I knew exactly where it was so headed off in that direction. Kalani and I waited in the car and got to know each other. He was sixteen going on seventeen, would be a senior when school started, he got good grades mostly, didn't participate in sports although he said he liked to surf, loved to read almost anything, didn't have many friends and didn't have a girl friend. At the mention of girlfriend he seemed a little fidgety but moved on. He'd lived with his grandmother since he could remember, his mother having been murdered when he was two and his father was doing a life sentence for it so consequently he didn't know his parents at all. He and his grandmother had moved from Maui two months before so she would have access to better medical services. Afterwards I took her home, that being an aging apartment complex not all that far from my own home and so from there we went to my place so I could change into some grungy work clothes. As we pulled into my driveway I asked if we needed to go back so he could change into something that he wouldn't mind getting dirty and he said that he didn't really have any old trashy clothes. I gave him a look over as I punched in my front door code and as I opened the door said, "You don't seem to be much smaller than I am Kalani, I have some old jeans and t-shirt you could wear. I'm gonna do most of the work but you might still get the clothes you're wearing stained. He seemed to think about that a moment then said that would probably be a good idea. We went inside and I had him follow me into my bedroom where I pulled a couple pair of jeans from a small dresser on the floor of my walk-in closet. I held a pair up to his waist and we both declared that they'd probably do just fine. "You can change in the bathroom if you like Kalani," I said, nodding my head in the direction of that room although it was pretty obvious since the door was wide open. I kicked off my shoes and was unbuttoning my pants as he went into the bathroom, leaving the door open, and had them on before he returned. I had removed the shirt I was wearing and was rummaging through the junk clothes dresser drawer looking for a couple of rags we could throw on and when I turned around he was sort of just staring at me. "What," I said with that classical "what" look on my face, "Is my fly open or something?" and I looked down making a mockery of the whole thing. He shook himself a little as if coming out of a reverie and said, "Oh nothing. It's just that you have a great body Derek, I wish mine looked like yours." I told him to take off his shirt and I admired what I saw, nicely defined chest with small areolas but somewhat large nipples. His belly was flat with a little bit of definition and sloped gently into the waistband of the Joe Boxers he was wearing, my jeans hanging pretty low on his hips and exposing a good three inches of underwear. He was totally void of hair, not even a little love trail from his "outtie" belly button down toward his pubic patch. All in all his body was almost as fine as he was cute, in my opinion. "What's wrong with your body, it looks pretty good to me," I told him. He said that it lacked definition and perhaps a little bulk and pointed to my upper body and my abs. "Well," I said, drawing the word out, "if you want to come over three to five nights a week I bet that in three months you'd see a difference in your body measurements." He wanted to know why come over here so I tossed him a t-shirt and crooked my finger in the "follow me" gesture and headed back out into the living room, took a left into the dining room and out through the sliding glass door onto my lanai. The lanai stretches from just left of where we stood and down the entire length of the house and garage, the entire length covered by an overhanging roof that covered my professional kick bag, speed bag and four hundred pound set of free weights and bench. Directly in front of us was the swimming pool which stretched about sixty five percent of the width of property. There was a diving board at one end and hot tub at the other end in front of the workout area. "This is why I'd have you come over here." Kalani stood staring at the scene in front of him. It was pretty cool if I do say so myself. The only part of the property not enclosed by a ten foot high lava rock wall is the entire front of the property, providing me with all the privacy I need, and want. I frequently sun or swim nude and needless to say my guests often do the same thing. On the other side of the pool, along the back wall were lots of Palm and other trees to help provide shade as well as esthetics. "Oh man Derek, this is incredible," he said as he walked around and enjoyed the beauty of my back yard. I chuckled and told him I felt the same way about it then suggested that we get going and get the car fixed. If he wanted we could come back and swim. We were back at my house two hours later, the Dart parked in the driveway beside my car. I opened the garage door and put the tools and gas can back then cleaned up a little bit using a degreaser to get as much of the grease from our hands as possible. The repair had gone fairly fast and trouble free, although not at all grease free, under the hood being pretty messy which wasn't unusual for a car thirty years old. Kalani and I talked about all manner of things as we worked and I felt that a fairly solid friendship was definitely possible and maybe even a sexual one. I had gotten little twinges from the way he talked, or his gestures or the way he might brush against me. There wasn't anything really definite, just the little twinges. My little twinges had been very good predictors in the past and I hoped against hope that they weren't failing me then. But if they did that would be fine too. Kalani seemed like a really nice and likable kid, the kind I liked hanging out with regardless of whether it was sexual or not. I mean hell, there were lots of guys, straight and otherwise, that were friends but not sexual partners. There were some that I had been sexual with in the past but was no longer. It could go either way and I'd be happy no matter which way the pebbles fell. "Here, wait a sec," I said. Kalani had a large grease smudge on his forehead so I took a small bit of cleanser and rubbed it into the spot. Kalani was watching my face as I cleaned and I smiled at him before taking my t- shirt off and wiping the stuff off with a clean corner. "There you go," I told him when I was done. He didn't move and we sort of stared at each other for a brief moment before I turned away, beckoning him through the garage door onto the lanai and heading toward the washer and dryer that's against the house under a kitchen window. I tossed my shirt in then began to unbutton my jeans. "Let's toss these in the washer Kalani and get it out of the way." I wasn't making a play here if that's what you're thinking, just being practical. I do have honest motives most of the time. The boy paused a moment then tugged his t-shirt off and unbuttoned the jeans, sliding them down and then off and tossing them into the washer then turning to face me. He was wearing plaid boxers, as I said, Joe Boxer to be precise so it was difficult to tell just how gifted the boy might be. I of course was wearing boxer briefs in a dark blue with horizontal black stripes. I was about to ask him what whether he wanted to swim, shower, go home, work out or whatever but his tummy beat me to the punch, issuing forth a fairly loud and insistent growl. It reminded me that I hadn't eaten for four hours and it was going on one in the afternoon. "Well I was going to ask what you wanted to do Kalani but it sounds like lunch might be in order so how does that sound?" He said that he didn't want to put me out and I told him I was hungry anyhow so how about a roast beef sandwich and chips. He smiled, his straight white teeth a nice contrast to his tanned skin, the latter due mostly to sun although not entirely. I wandered into the kitchen, Kalani behind me, unconcerned that I was still in underwear. I was so used to that mode of clothing, or less, in my home that I didn't think about it. I went about pulling things out of the fridge, instructing Kalani to take down a couple of plates and to pull two glasses from the freezer. "I'll take a glass raspberry iced tea but you can have whatever you find in there," I told him. He poured for both of us then stood close to me while I fixed the sandwiches telling me what he wanted on his when I asked. Once done, we sat down at the table and went to town. "So Derek," he asked between bites, "do you like those underwear? I been wondering what they're like, comfortable I mean." "Yeah, I like em. They're confining but not too tight. I really don't like the looseness of boxers and I hate how the legs sort of bunch up when I wear pants." He nodded his head saying that was why he was thinking of trying some out sometime. I told him he could try on some of mine if he wanted and he said that would be cool. We continued the small talk until we finished eating then I cleared the table and once done asked if he wanted to try on the underwear. He said he would so we walked into the living room just as my phone rang. I picked it up and talked while Kalani looked around the room checking out the art work and books, much of it gay or male oriented, for the first time. When I finally got off the phone he commented on everything, complimenting me on my taste. He commented on a small print of a nude young boy, maybe thirteen, apparently drying off from a bath. "Cute boy," he said, " and... gifted" he added with a slight smile. Indeed, the boy was very well gifted, his circumcised cock probably seven inches long. "Do you know him?" Kalani asked. I told him that in fact I did although as young man not a young teen and explained that the boy, who's name was David, and his partner had bought a home that I was showing. "Hmmm," Kalani mused. "Is as cute as an adult as he was as a boy?" "Yes he is," I said, my curiosity more than a little piqued but then I added, "Not nearly as much as you are however." He looked up at me, a quizzical expression on his face. I told him my thoughts, that he was just short of being beautiful that if he had ever thought about modeling he should definitely look into it. He started to say something but I held my hand up. "Yes Kalani, I'm a gay man but I speak from experience in the photography business. You have an absolute beauty about you and it's not just on the surface, it comes from in here," and I tapped his bare chest. "Trust me, I know what I'm talking about. You could make a fortune." He seemed to think about that a moment and I went on. "So, knowing that I'm gay, do you still want to try on the underwear?" He smiled and said, "Of course I do." We went into my room and I pulled out a pair of dark green briefs and handed them to him. I thought he'd go into the bathroom to change but I was wrong. He only turned away from me slightly, pushed his boxers down, revealing a slim firm young butt, and stepped into the briefs, pulling them up and walking to stand in front of my full length mirror. He adjusted himself a little, turned sideway then away from the mirror and looked over his shoulder as his backside. The boy had a terrific ass and the underwear showed it off nicely. His cheeks moved out and away from the small of his back to create a great set of orbs confined by the cloth. "What do you think?" he asked. I told him he looked great in them but how did they fit, nodding my head to his groin which seemed to be filling the material out in front and nicely as the back was. "Good, not to tight at all. I like em." I told him he could keep that pair then as I had plenty of them. He preened a little more, looking himself over in the mirror and I asked if he still wanted to swim and he replied that he did. "Well, lemme see, I can probably find a pair of surf shorts that would fit you." "No need," he replied. I looked at him and he went on. "I mean, that is if you don't mind, I don't. I used to swim at the nude beach on Maui so it's no big deal to swim nude, that is if you don't care." Oh fuck yeah, I cared all right, in a big way. Since we'd gotten this far I was dying to see the young beauty in the buff. "I've been there, little beach, yeah?" He nodded his head and I said, "Sure, as long as you don't mind. I swim nude most of the time." "Well then, it's settled." And he pulled the briefs down and stepped out of them turning to face me. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck fuck. He was perfect, totally, absolutely perfect. His cock was cut and hung gently a good six and a half inches down onto his fat balls, which in turn hung loosely in their sac. His dick was thick, at least as thick my own and from what I could see, the head was as perfect as the rest of him. His pubic hair was a thick nest of light black curls that reached a good two inches above the base of his boycock then stopped in what appeared to be a nicely trimmed line, although I could easily see that it was natural. The hair moved out sideways to the crease of his thighs and pelvic bone but didn't go any further, and at the base of his cock was growing down onto the wrinkled sac of balls, which also had some hair sprouting, although not thick and furry like some guys. I noticed that he had no tan line, that the brown skin tone covered every inch of his skin. Still sort of staring, I pulled my own briefs down and off then stood before him, allowing the boy to look me over as I had just done to him although I felt a little insignificant standing there. He was magnificent. Period. End of story. I was hung as well as he, actually better, at seven plus inches of thick circumcised cock. My balls were fat and hung in a smooth hairless sac. I had kept it, along with my pubic hair, trimmed into a patch that looked quite a bit like kalani's although like I said, his appeared natural. I was very fit at five foot seven and some change but this kid, this specimen of maledom was fucking perfect. He had it all, the looks, the body and the personality. I knew that I was in the presence of someone who could become world famous if he put his mind to it. "You are magnificent," I told him softly. "You are absolutely magnificent." I felt my cock stir slightly at the sight of him as he unabashedly drank in the sight of me. He stepped closer, right up to me and put a hand on my hip. Looking me straight in the eyes he said quietly, "Perhaps we should swim later." He leaned in and kissed me lightly on the lips, once, then twice, and on the third kiss, stayed connected and began kissing me in earnest. He moved his body sideways a little bit then his hand moved into my pubic hair, his fingers ruffling it slightly before moving down onto my swelling cock and grasped it in his hand. I felt his cock thickening against my leg and reached down to do to him what he was doing to me and felt him come to full rigidity in literally seconds. I stroked him lovingly as our kiss became more passionate. Finally he broke away but remained in close. "God your cock is big Derek," he whispered as he stroked me. He dropped to his knees in front of me and pulled my shaft down so that he was looking it in the eye. His tongue snaked out and licked at the drop of precum at the slip then he took the head into his mouth and suckled it, his tongue playing all around the slit and the tip of the head. My hands played in his long hair as he slowly stroked and sucked on me, his other hand cupping and fondling my balls. He finally stood up and without a word, I made one step backwards and bent down, slipping my arm behind his knees I picked him up off the floor. Kalani wrapped his arms around my neck, "Oh my," he giggled then kissed me as I carried him over to my bed and laid him down and stretched out beside him. I rubbed his chest, grazing lightly over his nipples which were already firm and large enough to dial a phone with. I leaned down and nuzzled his neck as I rubbed lower until his cock head bumped against the back of my hand. I played in his pubic fuzz the down inside the crease of his inner thigh, the soft skin of his bag brushing against the back of my hand. The boy automatically spread his legs open, giving me full access to him and I tickled up and down his soft inner thigh as I continued to kiss in the crook of his neck. His body was almost vibrating and he moaned quietly as I brought his heat level up. Keeping my hand working gently between his legs, without grabbing his cock or his balls, I slid my body downward, stopping to suckle a nipple. I'd never done this to a woman before but I swear, their nipples had nothing on this boy. His body shivered and he held my head as I nursed on him and my lower hand cupped his nuts. I could practically feel them making sperm as I fondled them, tugging gently, rubbing them, and tickling on the sensitive underside of them. I left the nipple and headed south, licking and kissing as I went until his cock poking my cheek told me I'd arrived at my next stop. I turned my head in the opposite direction and was eye to head with it, so to speak. Precum glistened at the slit and I tugged down on his balls to raise his shaft higher up off of his flat belly so I could admire him, and what I saw was pale perfection, well, not quite so pale. As I said, his tan covered every inch of his body. The head of his cock was perfectly shaped, gently rounded at the tip and the rim flared out ever so slightly. The underside had no extra folds of skin but was smooth along the ridge of the cockhead and down to the wrinkled brown band. I watched for a moment as it pulsed and throbbed along with his heartbeat then slowly lowered my head down and slipped the tender morsel into my mouth and closed my lips over it. Kalani sighed audibly as my grip on the shaft increased and I began bobbing up and down, sucking only the head, my lips practically mauling while my tongue did little twirlies all over it's satiny surface. "God Derek I'm gonna cum if you keep that up," he moaned and judging from his tone of voice, I didn't get that stopping was what I was doing was what he had in mind. I took more of his thick shaft into my mouth, about half then moved away only to repeat the action. I can suck a pretty mean cock and I wanted to impress this boy, this Adonis, with my abilities. I fondled his balls as I sucked, moving up and down on his shaft. His moans became louder. "Oh fuck Derek, it's there, oh God I'm gonna cum." I moved quickly off the head and stroked him, picking up speed and tightening my grip on his cock. I felt the shaft thicken almost immediately and he erupted, a stream of hot teenage sperm went airborne, followed by five more squirts of diminishing volume and distance, landing between the twin peaks of his nipples and leaving a stream almost to his belly button. One of his hands was in my hair, the other on the sheet as he came, both of them gripping what they touched as his teenage cock exploded in the most glorious of eruptions, a teenage boy's creamy orgasm. My stroking slowed along with his cum which was oozing out of his slit and sliding down the shaft and over my thumb. I leaned down and licked the warm gooey liquid from the tip of his cock and he almost squealed in response. "Eaahhhhh, it' too sensitive," he giggled, using a hand to try to keep me away from his organ. I got off the bed and went into the bathroom, ran a washcloth under hot water, and returned to clean him up. "Oh man that warm cloth feels awesome on my balls and stuff Derek," and he all but wiggled in delight. I knew that it would, it's why I did it. I had to make another trip to rinse out the washcloth in order to remove all the sperm from his torso. He made quite a bit. I tossed the cloth on the floor and lay down next to him and Kalani immediately grasped onto my half hard cock and slowly stroked it. "How about you, I want you to cum." "Well, if you keep doin what you're doin with some lube I'm sure that I can make that happen." I reached into my headboard and pulled out a bottle ID Glide and Kalani dutifully applied it to my rising pole then went to town with it. He began kissing me while he stroked me, his hand concentrating on the head rather than the shaft. The boy knew what he was doing. Because it was him that I was with, because he was so fucking beautiful, because I was totally attracted to him, and I hadn't cum in five days, it didn't take long before he had me at the edge. When I let him know that he moved to the shaft, stroking slowly, running his slippery hand over my balls and squeezing them gently giving the impending orgasm time to go away. After about a minute he returned to the head and went back to mauling it, running his hand up and down over the sensitive edge, twisting his closed fist around it as though it were a bottle top to be unscrewed. When I was at the edge once more, he repeated the diversionary tactic, working on my balls and my cock, slipping a finger down my ass crack toward my asshole. Most of the time he was kissing me, on the lips, the nose, the eyelids, my ear, my neck. Sometimes he was just looking into my eyes and smiling as he worked his magic. The third time he brought me to the edge he shoved me over. He kept up his work on the head of my cock but added the shaft to his strokes so that he went from my balls, up over the head then back down, squeezing as he hit the head. "Aaaaaagggghhhhh," I moaned out as my cock erupted. My whole body stiffened as Kalani stroked my cock encouraging my cum to leave my body like ants running from a flame. Jet after thick ropey jet of sperm exited the interior of my balls to land, uneventfully and without purpose, on my chest and belly and to finally slow to a pulsing ooze, just as kalani's cock had, running down onto his slowly moving hand. My body relaxed into the bed while Kalani milked my dick, making sure that every single drop of cum was forced out. "Nice cum Derek," he said approvingly. "You make quite a bit of stuff yourself." He finally let go and went to wet the wash cloth, to return and clean me off, gently and with tenderness. When he was finished we lay side by side, gently stroking each other's hip or back or whatever was close. "Would you believe me," he finally said breaking the silence, "If I told you that this was the first time I'd ever been with a guy? Well, anyone guy or girl." I looked at him as I continued to stroke his side. "I would find that very difficult to believe. You are very self assured. I'm not sure that I would have started this but you just dove right in and the way you handle yourself, and me of course, well you seem to be fairly experienced. So, yeah, I'd have hard time buying that story. Why do you ask Kalani?" he was quiet for a moment then said, "Cause it's true. I've never been with anyone ever. This is honestly and truly my first time. I've always read quite a bit and I've read a lot of stuff on the Internet, boy sex stories and stuff so I sorta just did what I've read about. Did I do a good job you think?" Did he ever. Fuck yes he did and I told him so. "That amazes me Kalani, you amaze me. Yes, you act totally like a person who knows exactly what they're doing, no hesitation at all. I've been with a few guys, well, more than a few, and you are every bit as good at what you did to me as anyone I've ever been with. To top it all off you're cuter than any of them too and I've been with some hot guys." He smiled at the praise and snuggled up to me like a little puppy dog. "I'm glad that you liked it, that you like me Derek. I'm glad that my first time was with you. You're strong and handsome and you know how to treat people and you were so gentle with me. Thank you." We lay there awhile, content in the silence and with each other's company and body. Finally Kalani asked, "Want to go swimming now? I could use the exercise." I agreed with him, kissed him quickly on the lips then rolled away from him and stood up. He got up on the opposite side of the bed and walked toward me and once again I was in awe of his beauty, the symmetry of his young body. I could get used to having this boy around for a long time.