Date: Wed, 19 Apr 2023 01:19:55 +0000 (UTC)
From: tague michaels <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Odin's Reveal

A story from a dream I had recently. There is nothing true about it in my
experience. Second chapter started. N-joi

Hugs,
Tag_m
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"I'd like to ask you for a favor Darian," my friend Jax said.  His first
name was Ajax, which he hated so he'd been addressed by Jax since he was 6
years old, or younger. I could understand the desire for a shortened
version. I was often called Niko by my close friends due to my last name
which was Nikolopoulos. I was first generation Greek; my parents having
emigrated to America when I was 5. I'll get into the reasons for that
later.

When I gave him the go ahead he went on. "A close cousin of mine has a boy
who's been acting out quite a bit since his father died over a year ago."
The funny thing about it was that the boy had been fine the first 7 months
after his father's death probably because the man was an asshole so the
question was, why now.

"I haven't said anything to her but I was wondering if you could see the
boy, maybe come to some conclusions about him."

"Okay but is he willing to see me."

"Seeing a professional has been mentioned but the boy is totally against
that and tends to get very animated when it's been suggested, almost to a
point of getting violent, although he hasn't. Yet. But given his temper,"
he said, letting the sentence trail off.

"Well that's going to make things difficult don't you think," I responded.

"That's the thing Niko. There is going to be gathering of family and
friends this Saturday at Stone's Park and I was wondering if you would go
as my guest, see the boy in his natural environment so to speak, maybe get
to know him a little."

"Nothing like a little subterfuge to start a working relationship," I said.

"Yeah, I know but Nadine is almost at her wits end. She's contemplating
sending Odin to military school even though there is no way she could
afford it either financially or emotionally. And all I'm asking is if you
could possibly make some observations by being around him. I mean, let's
face it, you're a goddamned whiz with kids." Without tooting my own horn,
he was correct on that point.

So, about me.  I had been what's called a child prodigy which was why my
parents came to the US. The opportunities here were vastly more available
than in Greece not to mention we had some family here. I was reading by age
2, had a 15 year old's vocabulary by age 4, began 3rd grade by age 5 and
graduated high school at age 11. College followed and I had a BA by 13, a
master's at 15 and a PhD in clinical psychology by 17. I had other degrees
but there's no reason to list them here although one was an MA in computer
science. I wasn't exactly a Greg Smith, Jacob Barnet an Adrian Romoff to
name a few. Maybe a Eugene Landy who at 5 had a tested IQ of 150. Still, he
was a piece of shit.

By age 23 I had a reputation as a go to child therapist on par with the
fictional Alex Delaware. And like that character I worked mostly in the
assessment and consulting arena which meant stints as guest lecturer at
colleges and numerous conventions and had very few regular clients. Part of
the reason for my success, aside from the fact that I was a very good
therapist, was because I was young and still boyishly cute, if I do say so
myself. I also enjoyed working with kids and they could tell. I especially
loved working with boys, being a boy lover and all.

STOP THE PRESSES. I want to be very clear; I have never had any personal
relationship with any of my clients. No grooming, no flirting, not even
hugs. I didn't have fantasies about them, didn't jack off wondering about
their endowment, none of that. That isn't to say that bulges went
unnoticed. As Satir said, a good therapist is aware of the many nuances of
their clients including the various protuberances. That whole "maintaining
eye contact" bullshit is just that, bullshit, particularly when some
cultures consider it disrespectful or aggressive. Most kids don't like it
either except in casual settings.

So, yes, I adored boys and yes from the time I was 10 years old I'd have
encounters with other boys and even a few men although men fell by the
wayside as I hit my late teens. I still engaged with boys from time to
time, boys usually picked up from a large city park where willing boys
tended to gather.

So, as for the situation under discussion, I didn't have anything else
going on that fine Saturday in late May so agreed to go with Jax after he
said that there was often a guest or at their functions and guests were
always welcome. We showed up at the park around 11am where already many
people were milling about around one of the largest of the community
kitchen shelters that dot parks and recreation areas.

Jax introduced me to Odin's mother, an extremely pretty woman in her early
30's. She was very pleased to meet me. She reiterated that her son had no
idea who I was nor did anyone else who would be attending. She said she
would be very grateful for any insight that I might provide but given the
situation wasn't expecting any miracles.

"I'm at my wits end Doctor," at which point I suggested she call me Darien
or Kiko so as not to blow my cover. She smiled and agreed. "In any case I
don't know what else to do. Odin is a very bright boy and generally a very
sweet natured boy but sometimes I feel like murder would be my best
option." We both knew she was kidding. She went on to say that maybe it was
the onset of puberty but didn't feel that was the place to lay the entire
blame. I agreed with her.

"Don't look now but he's heading in our direction."

"Hey Jax," a high pitched voice said then the boy came into view. He wasn't
a tall boy but he was an adorable boy with a mop of blonde hair that was a
mix of corn yellow blond and platinum, mostly platinum. It looked almost
like a helmet on his head. It could be considered curly but was more like
elongated S's and not enclosed curls. It extended down to his jaw line and
beyond his collar in the back. The bangs hung almost into large dark eyes
framed by gorgeous lashes; the brows barely visible under the bangs. It was
also rather full and fluffy and I'd bet if you dropped the end of a ruler
at the top it be almost 2 inches to the scalp. It was almost like a 70's
rock star head of hair.

His skin was pale and completely smooth, a narrow nose and perfect nostrils
split the face and ended in a pair of lips that were full, pink, and almost
demanding to be kissed. Or wrapped around a stiff cock. From a distance one
would think they were looking at a beautiful preteen girl.

I knew immediately what the issues were. "Nice to meet you Niko," he said
and offered a soft handshake.

"And you as well Odin," I said. Jax and Odin's mother had moved away so it
was just him and me.

"I saw you playing guitar as we came over, "what model was it?" The boy had
been doing the air guitar thing and since I hadn't heard any music it must
have been along with a tune in his head.

"I wasn't really playing a guitar," he said a little sheepishly.

"Really, I thought sure I saw a '56 Fender Strat," I said with a grin. He
stopped and looked at me and saw the twinkle in my eyes and knew that I
wasn't teasing him but just having fun.

"Eric Clapton's favorite guitar," he said and started walking. I kept up
with him.

"George Harrison's favorite guitar," I responded.

"Jimi Hendrix favorite guitar too," he retorted.

"Jeff Beck," I said and immediately added,

"Stevie Ray," I said, "and Jimmy Page."

"I didn't know about Stevie but I did Jimmy.

"How is it that a boy your age knows the most famous of the rockers let
alone their guitar," I asked.

"I know a lot of stuff about a lot of stuff," he said, "because I'm
interested in a lot of stuff. I love rock and roll, at least stuff from
before the 1980's. After that, nyeh," he said waiving a hand in obvious
disgust and dismissal. "Not worth a shit in a sandstorm."

"Well, I guess that sort of makes us brothers," I said, "for all the same
reasons although I will say there is a newer young band out there called
Greta Van Fleet who have a very solid classic rock and roll sound."

"Yeah, and they're all cute as fuck although I think their drummer has a
big nose." We'd moved on to a smaller less used trail and were out of sight
of anybody. Odin stopped and did a fast survey of our environment then
literally leapt up into my arms and planted his mouth against mine. Luckily
my first response was to hold him. My second was to kiss him back
ferociously.

"What are you doing here Frank. I thought your name was Frank," he said,
still in my arms.

"And I thought your name was Ricky," I retorted then he kissed me some
more.

The story behind all of that is that he had picked me up in the park one
night about a month prior. As I'd said, teenage boys tend to inhabit the
park for sex or for money, often both. Plenty of the boys were gay for pay
but plenty frequented the place because of gay for play. Pay or no pay.

I never solicited boys when I went but let them solicit me, not that there
had been that many. Part of it was my boundaries and part because if there
was a mistake, it wouldn't be on my part. The boy approached me.

"Want a blow job from a cute boy mister," he said after sitting next to me
on an out of the way park bench. I figured him to be maybe 11 or 12 years
old, a tad younger than my preferred age range. However, a bird in the hand
is worth 2 in the bush and a push in the bush is worth 2 by hand. Unless
it's someone else's hand.

"That is very appealing cute boy. Is there a fee for such a service?" He
shook his blonde mop.

"I do it cuz I like it." He then placed his hand on my thigh very close to
my crotch.

"Where would we do it," I asked.

"You know the woods?" I did. It was a copse of large old growth trees and
some larger bushes close by that was very dark but easy to maneuver through
because there was little underbrush. There were generally a few couples
there and as you walked through you could hear soft voices and other
obvious sounds and sighs of sex going on out of sight. It seemed unlikely
that it was known by people other than queers as it wasn't a place for a
casual stroll even in the day time since it was surrounded by a single row
metal pole fence along with signs requesting, not demanding, that people
stay out.

Even during the day that area of the massive park got limited foot traffic
so we didn't need to be very sneaky although common sense dictated that one
at least take a quick look around. As we started walking the boy took my
hand and in moments we were ensconced darkness although there was heavily
filtered light from a full moon. The boy led me to a large old fir tree
then went for my belt and got me undone.

"Oh my," he said in a barely audible whisper, "he's a big boy," as he
hauled my cock out of my underwear. Indeed, I was more than adequately hung
much to the delight of the boys that had the opportunity to view me. In
keeping with my culture I was also uncircumcised adding another layer to my
uniqueness.

"And you got your skin just like me," he said. He got my clothing down far
enough to free up my balls as well and naturally he commented on their
size. I was already starting to harden and it went even faster after he
took me into his mouth. The boy did a credible job.

From somewhere in the dark we heard, "Go ahead, put your cock in me," a boy
said in a loud whisper only to be shushed by whoever he was with. A moment
later a grunt and "hold up" was heard albeit softer than the first
statement.

"I wanna do that too but not tonight," the kid mumbled then went back to
it. He tired fairly quickly, which wasn't a surprise, most boys did. Aside
from being 8½ inches long I was thick.

"I want to do you," I whispered and he responded with `I hope so. On my
knees I tugged his sport shorts down and pulled out 4 plus inches of rock
hard uncut boy cock, discovering in the process that he came prepared for
action. He was going commando. I rubbed around his cock and felt some wisps
of hair then fondled his young balls and found them to be totally smooth
and fully hanging. Then I swallowed him.

The boy's body stiffened but quickly relaxed and put his hands alongside my
head, mostly for balance. I bobbed my head, I peeled his foreskin back and
licked the head then sucked him, still retracted. I breathed in his
fragrance, a wonderful almost sweet fragrance which would soon change into
the heady elixir of a matured teenage boy.

He started to fuck my face so I pulled his clothing down a little further
and clutched his deliciously small butt. "Touch my hole," he whispered,
"please, touch me there." I did as he asked and got a heavy sigh. I finally
stopped and stood up and he took hold of my cock and stroked me.

"Can we kiss a little bit," he asked and I nodded my head.

"I'mgonnacumI'mgonnacum" a hurried whisper reached our ears followed by a
heavy grunting. Some boy was getting his just rewards.

I bent down and kissed him on the mouth gently, then a little more before
finally staying in place with our lips moving against each other. The boy
kissed with enthusiasm but was clearly inexperienced, which didn't bother
me in the least.

We finally stopped and he said he had to go soon so asked me to make him
cum, either by jacking him off or sucking him. I asked if he made sperm and
he said he did but it was only little drops that looked like pee. I chose
to suckle and got to work. He started moaning softly fairly fast into the
process and then came quite suddenly, a typical occurrence with
younglings. He was correct, there was very little but enough to taste and
it was almost sweet. As soon as the tickling started he gently pushed my
head away and tugged his clothing back into place.

"I wanted to see you cum but I don't have much time. Can we meet again?"

"I would love to," I said but I don't come here that often." He suggested
we talk while we walked back and along the way he said how about Friday
evening, which was a week away and I said fine.

"I want to tell you something Mr. I never done this before but I heard some
older boys talking about it so that's why I came tonight. It's kind of
dangerous too, I heard, and sometimes boys get hurt. You're really nice and
I feel sort of safe with you so I don't want to take a chance on somebody
else."

"That's understandable and wise," I told him. "Yes, I'm very trustworthy
and very safe so yes, we'll meet again." We agreed on a time and went our
separate ways.

I met with the boy, who identified himself as Ricky and told him my name
was Frank. We met 3 more times and learned more about each other. He was 12
to my 27, his father was a dead asshole son of a bitch, he lived with his
mother and like me was an only child but my parents lived a thousand miles
away. I got the impression that the kid was very bright but nothing
concrete to verify that notion.

We went through the same ritual of cock sucking, kissing, and making
out. During our second visit he stated he wanted to be naked with me and
wondered if we could go to my house or something. I nixed that and said the
next best thing would be my car. So, on the 3rd visit I picked him up in
the large park parking lot in my Yukon Denali.

I'd gotten the large SUV because of space and I could easily afford to buy
and maintain it. I liked to travel and sometimes camp out. I traveled with
a pair of high end and highly trained German Shepherds and believe me; they
take up a lot of space. The car had every possible available option along
with a custom proximity alarm system complete with camera's, all linked to
my phone. I had the windows tinted to 20%, which was illegal, but it
matched the gloss black paint. If you're thinking I was trying to look like
a secret service vehicle, you're right. In my mind, most crooks would
likely avoid it, just to be safe. In keeping with that I left the rims
stock.

As soon as he got in the car Ricky asked if he could take his clothes off,
which I was fine with. I headed for the indoor parking garage at a large
hospital since there would be little traffic at that time of night. I
headed for the 3rd basement level and backed into a dark corner at the back
in the employees area with no vehicles closer than 10 spaces. An overhead
light some 30 feet away did provide minimal light to see by but I'd also
installed a red dome light in the cargo area. Perfect for camping it
offered a dim light that, along with dark tint, was undetectable from 6
feet away and barely so when closer.

I had already dropped the middle row seats and laid out my camping mattress
and opened sleeping bag. Ricky crawled between the seats giving me the
first real glimpse of his ass which was glorious. I stood between an opened
back door and walls on the other two sides then crawled in with him.

We snuggled up immediately and I reveled in holding his small naked warm
body, his boner pressing into me. We kissed deeply, thrust tongues against
each other, moaned softly and rubbed groped or fondled each other's back or
backside. I still couldn't get over how small and perfect his butt was.

Right off the bat he wanted to try a 69 so we started on our sides. Because
of the light I could barely make out the handful of hairs growing at the
base of his nail hard nailer. Ricky tackled my cock and quickly took almost
half of me into his mouth. He was noticeable better than our first
encounter.

I played with his ass as I suckled and after a few minutes asked if he'd
showered recently since I caught the slight odor of soap. Of course he said
yes so of course I asked him to go top down with him atop. Moments later we
were and that glorious butt was in my face. I did pull his dick back and
give it a few sucks but quickly moved and licked his balls, causing them to
swing in the air. I traveled upward along his perineum to his most secret
spot and began licking.

"Oh gosh," Ricky gasped and quit sucking my cock. As I worshipped the
temple of Priapus the boy gasped and groaned, wiggled his tight little ass
and pushed backwards which made my already stone hard cock even harder, as
if that were possible.

"Can you put something in my butthole? Not your cock but maybe a finger?" I
could do that so grabbed a small bottle of lube from the console.

"How about if you straddled my chest and fuck my mouth while I finger you
sweet boy?" He was in full agreement with the idea and in less than half a
minute was in position with his cock in my mouth and my finger up his
ass. It was an incredible experience. I ran my finger back and forth across
his prostate which garnered even more moaning.

I used my left hand to stroke my cock and as I closed in on cumming Ricky
practically screamed out. I felt his prostate harden; his cock thicken
against my nursing lips then his sperm shoot across my tongue. Like the
previous times he cummed in my mouth there wasn't much and it had a sweet
taste to it. I kept sucking he kept fucking until it got to sensitive then
he rolled off of me.

Ricky saw that I was jacking off so watched intently as I pounded
myself. "I can't believe how big your dick is Frank," he mumbled as he
watched and fondled his young balls. I let him know when I was going to cum
so he moved to get a closer view. He's seen me shoot before but the dim
light of the woods didn't allow a good viewing. The light in the garage
wasn't all that great it was better.

The first jet hit my chest as did the following 3 but before I could
register much Ricky bent over and got the rest of it in his mouth. I swear
that I almost had a 2nd cum, more specifically the feelings but not the
sperm. When it was all over Ricky sat back with a grin on his cute smooth
face.

"That was awesome Frank." I asked which part and he said, "all of it. Your
cum shot, the taste of your sperm and you fingering that hot spot in my
butt. What is that anyway?" I explained the prostate gland to him. We
talked as I used a hand towel to clean the mess of goo from my torso.

"I really want you to fuck me Frank," he finally said. "But I rather do it
in a bed and not outside or in the car. Can't we go to your house?" I
explained that my house was out of the question for a bunch of reasons but
that perhaps I could rent a motel room. I had a pair of fake ID packets
from 2 different states, gotten through a roommate in college whose father
dealt in rather shady circumstances. He'd had them made without my
knowledge using random photos he taken of me with his cell phone during our
excursions around the city.

"Consider this a graduation gift," he's said when he handed me the
envelope, "might come in handy someday." He too was a boy lover.

"I could maybe tell my parents I'm spending the night with a friend," Ricky
had responded to the motel idea. "My mom wouldn't check and my friend would
go along with it." We talked about it some more until I dropped him off a
few blocks from his home. We agreed to meet at the same place the following
Friday evening.

That of course didn't happen because I met him formally the next day which
brings us back to where I left off.

I set him back down then told him how it was that I was at the park with
Jax. "So you're a therapist," he said and I nodded my head. "My mom has
been trying to get me to see someone and don't want to and don't think I
need to. I know why I'm being a jerk but what my mom hasn't commented on is
that in the past month I've been way better and it's because I met you."

"So," I said, "you're struggling with being gay?" He nodded his head but
said sort of.

"I don't know how to tell my mom that. I'm worried about how she'd take
it. Hey, you could be my therapist." I shook my head.

"I don't take clients Odin. I do assessment, lecturing, and some
teaching. Besides, if you were a client we couldn't continue with this
part. I don't do stuff with clients." His expression went to one of
rejection. I reached out and lifted his chin. "That doesn't mean we can't
work something out Odin. I just have to plan it out."

"Okay Niko," he said. "Should I call you Niko or Darien?" I told him it
didn't matter then went on with what I planned to do which was have a
private conversation with his mother. I would inform her that I'd told you
why I was at their gathering. He nodded his head then said we should
probably get back to the group and off we went.

As we approached the picnic shelter Odin started off in another direction
and waved goodbye to me. His mother had seen us and when I saw her that's
where I headed.

"That's quite a boy you have there Nadine," I said before she could ask
questions or make comments. "I wonder, has he ever had any IQ testing
done?" She shook her head.

"No, not really but considering he's skipped a few grades and all of his
teachers say he's smart as a whip and a 4.0 gpa confirms that, I probably
should do that." I agreed with her then informed her that I'd told Odin why
I was at their gathering and his response had been non-committal. Clearly
she wasn't thrilled that I had outed her.

"Would you work with him, if he was open to that?"

"Let's not put the cart before the horse. I am sure he's going to want to
have a chat with you about the subterfuge. Let's wait and see how that goes
and you can call me afterwards." She agreed so I gave her my business card.

The rest of the afternoon went smoothly. Odin found opportunities to be
around me from time to time and even chose to sit with me during lunch at
which time we discussed various rock guitarists and he surprised me with
the depth and breadth of his knowledge. The rest of the afternoon went by
with nothing out of the ordinary. I went home, spent time with the dogs
running through a variety of tricks and exercises before settling in for
the evening. At 8:20 my phone rang. It was Nadine.

"Based on what I've read about you I'd say you must be some sort of super
Doc," she said without preamble, "And my son thinks you're greatest thing
on earth." She went on to tell me that he did confront her but did so
quietly and with respect. Odin said he'd work with me if I was open to it,
in fact, said he wanted to work with me.

"That's great news. How about if we get together either at my office or
your home and discuss what that might look like." She was all for that and
we agreed on the following day, Sunday, at my home."

My home is on an acre and a half in an upscale wooded neighborhood. It's a
2 story mid-century modern with lots of glass, lots of trees and privacy
shrubs, a pond and an indoor swimming pool. A 4 foot tall dragon carved
from a cedar log points the way to client parking and the private entrance
to my office. My guests showed up at 1pm on the dot and I met them in the
driveway.

"This area is beautiful Darian as is your home." I thanked her and led them
over a wooden bridge that crossed a small stream then on the inlaid stone
walkway to my office. Like everything else it was modern and looked out
onto forested land and lots of ferns and other shade plants.

"So Odin, you're willing to work with me?" He nodded his head so I went
on. "One of the first things I'll want to do is an IQ test." The boy
scowled at me but I held up a hand because I knew he was going to speak. "I
suspect that you have a high IQ so I'd like to know for sure. I too have a
high IQ and went on to explain my childhood scholastic experiences which
had mother and son sitting there with their chins on their chests.

"Holy shit," Odin blurted out, "you graduated college at 13?" His mother
admonished him but I let it go.

"Kids with high IQ's often have difficulties relating to other kids and
even teachers sometimes and often mental health issues come with it. Other
kids often think of them as freaks. So, that's first on the agenda. Now, I
want you to go out and wander the grounds with my dogs while I chat with
your mother." I let out a whistle and my two boys opened the connecting
door and burst into the room and went straight for Odin. I commanded them
to stop and they did immediately.

"This is Ziggy and Zeke which are only nicknames." I pointed to Odin and
said "friend" then did the same for his mother. "Ziggy, break." He trotted
over while the other one stayed, quivering for release. I pointed to Odin
and said front and the dog sat directly in front of him. "Shake." He lifted
paw and Odin shook it. I repeated it with his mother then pointed to a spot
and told him to sit. I then ran Zeke through the same process. I told Odin
to go to the door then tell them to heel, which he did and they did and out
the door they went.

"That's impressive," Nadine exclaimed. Indeed.

"Okay, down to business. I'll work with Odin and while the method may seem
strange to you but I believe it's necessary. I don't see him responding
well to office and chair therapy. Also, I want to be able to relate with
him on an intellectual level. I imagine he's as smart or smarter than most
of his teachers, just as I was, so having an adult he can talk to and with
is important. So, I'll want to be with him at least once a week. Sometimes
we'll be here at the house either inside or out, other times we might go
places, museums, the theater or the beach for instance. We might want to
spend an entire day together just hanging out assuming that works for
you. It is very unlike traditional therapy so it won't seem like therapy to
Odin and I firmly believe that's the best approach for your son.

"In keeping with that my going rate is $150.00 an hour," which caused her
jaw to drop again. "However I'm not charging you, it's all pro bono." I
held up my hand again. "I do perform pro bono work but also, every once in
a while I come across a kid that I find intriguing in some way or another,
a person I genuinely want to work with. As such he won't be a client so
record keeping will be minimal and unoffical. Depending on how things go I
may want to write a paper on him, no identifiers of course."

"I don't know what to say Darien other than it sounds great and I accept. I
hope that Odin will as well." I didn't bother to tell her that there was no
doubt about it. That said we went out to tour the property and find
Odin. We found him on the grounds tossing balls for the dogs who could go
all day long in that exercise. We plopped down on a hand carved wooden
bench and I explained everything to Odon who readily accepted.

As the time closed in on 2:20 Nadine noticed the time. "I have to get Odin
home. I have an early dinner appointment that I can't miss." The expression
on the boys' face was unmistakable.

"Why don't you leave him here. We can spend some get to know you time, I'll
feed him dinner and get him home by 8." Nadine said she didn't want to put
me out, I said that wasn't a problem but if Odin was only going to sit home
alone, why not put the time to good use." She relented so we walked her out
to her car. She started to tell Odin to mind me but I stopped her with a
wagging finger.

"That is a typical command for younger children Nadine. At 13 he needs to
know that you trust him enough not to give that kind of direction." She
apologized immediately and I told her that was unnecessary, that working
with kids meant working with parents too and she could expect me to be
giving her parenting tips when necessary. She smiled, shook my hand, kissed
her son and before she hit the end of my driveway Odin said,

"Are you gonna fuck me now?" I wanted to tease him a bit by claiming we had
other things to do but didn't.

"That's the plan horny boy." We went inside though a secondary door which
put us in the family room and kitchen dining area. Four steps up led to the
main entry and another wide open living space. A massive flagstone wall and
fireplace dominated the far side and a floating staircase curved slightly
up to the also open 2nd floor. The staircase was mounted into the wall with
no visible support under it and no guard rail. That garnered another "holy
shit". It was impressive by any standard.

The house is almost 5000 square feet and the master bedroom, bath, and
walk-in closet was around 800 of those square feet. My bed was also a
floater, the frame resting on 2 steel bars anchored to the flagstone wall
in my room. Odin started to strip but I stopped him.

"We have time baby boy, let me undress you." I got his t-shirt off then
dropped to my knees in front of him and gently rubbed his chest and
stomach. "You are such a beautiful boy Odin, such a wonderful loving boy. I
am so grateful we found each other."

The front of his sport shorts was tenting so I gently groped him a little
bit before slipping them down along with his cobalt blue AE trunks and
letting his beautiful young boner pop out. "He's glad to see you Niko," the
boy said in an already husky voice. I had him step out of them leaving him
fully naked. Seeing him in the light was amazing. His body was perfect, his
chest nicely defined but his belly still the slightly rounded flesh of a
boy on the verge of changing toward being a young man. So, while his pelvic
creases were evident they weren't the deep crevices that he would likely
grow into.

I hugged him to me, resting my head against his warm body and rubbing his
butt and his back while his raging boner pressed into me. I finally backed
of and began kissing on him then licking his outie belly button. I worked
my way down and kissed around on his pelvis without touching his cock. I
licked at the tiny wisps of pale hairs that were sprouting there and which
I was sure he was quite proud of. Most boys were. I kissed down into the
crease between his balls and his inner thigh which caused the boy to
shiver. I kissed each of his balls then licked up the underside of his
raging red topped boner then retracted his foreskin and kissed the swollen
head. Then I licked it.

"Oh god Niko I'm dying here. Get your mouth over my cock." I did as he
asked and got a deep sigh, like when an insistent itch gets scratched. I
played with his balls while I bobbed my head, taking his entire cock into
my mouth before backing off and going back for second's, third's and... I
finally left his balls and went for his ass and kneaded the pliable flesh.

After a few minutes Odin declared he was going to cum if I didn't stop, so
I did. As soon as I pulled back he dropped to his knees and went into my
arms and began kissing all over my face then stopped at my lips and mashed
his against mine. He shoved his tongue into my mouth to battle with my
tongue as well as run it across my teeth.

"God I'm so fucking hot right now Niko," he panted then went back at it for
round 2. My hands were all over his back just as his were all over my head,
face and neck. I had no doubt that the kid was hotter than a firecracker
fart.

"I want you to fuck me so bad," he said after breaking the kiss. "I want
your big cock in my ass Niko but first I want to have my way with you."
Some of the dialog that Odin used was more indication to me of his high
degree of intelligence.

He began unbuttoning my shirt then tugging it open and running his hands up
and down my chest. I wasn't a workout fanatic but I did work out frequently
and had since I was in college. I would have started earlier but remember I
was only 11. Still, I liked to run and my parents had gotten me a small
weight set which I used often. As I aged I ramped up my workout so at 27 I
wasn't exactly buffed but I was solid.

"Stand for me please," he said. I did so and he went for my belt, then
zipper and stuff a hand inside my opened fly. "I love your cock so much
Niko. Such a strong virile shaft and lovely fat balls. He scooped my cock
out but let the waistband of my underwear keep it in place against my
belly. At that point he began licking up and down the exposed shaft. He
took a moment to unhood my cock head and went about licking that, something
like a mother cat cleaning her kitten. Or an ice cream cone. Whatever image
works for you.

He finally got my clothing down and helped me get it off so that I was just
as naked as he was. He stayed on his knees, pulled my cock down and began
sucking me. In such a short time he'd improved considerable. Looking down
on his beautiful face, his eyes closed and his pink lips wrapped around me
made my heart pound. And then something struck me. I was starting to fall
for the kid. I loved everything about him but a big part of it was his
intellect. Sure he was beautiful and I loved being with him but I was a
person who really was attracted to brains and Odin had them.

As was usually the case the boys' mouth got sore but on his behalf he was
lasting longer than when we first started. He stood up and went into my
arms and we kissed heavily again. When we broke I leaned down and picked
him up and held him tight to me then said,

"Let's take this to bed sweet boy."

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