Sorry bozo. Been busy. Working as fast as I can but will probably be Fri before succeeding installment.

I may have overdone this contribution. It 's basically one long sex panorama. Sorry.

And if you are n't into gay b/b, please do n't get to reading. You 'll be disappointed.

Oh, and thanks for the encouraging comments. They make it more fun to post.

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Alexander looked us up and down with a broad grin.

Tyler moved behind me, peeking over my shoulder but it was too late to hide.

'' You gay, Brock ? '' Alexanders asked coming closer with the butter.

'' Damn it, Alexander ! '' I said. `` You ca n't say anything to anybody. You know my dad. He 'd kill me. ``

Smyrnium olusatrum laughed -- that form of laugh Jamaicans do so well. `` No, man. I 'm not gon na tell nobody, exept maybe my nephew. He 's your age and he likes. boys He 's pretty like you. ``

'' No one, please ? '' I said.

'' We 're cool, '' Alexander the Great assured me, clapping a vauntingly hand on my shoulder. His oculus dropped down my body. `` Uh-uh ! uh-uh ! '' he exclaimed. `` You 're one hot White River boy. '' He peeked around my side of meat. Who is your friend ? Is that Jason 's friend Tyler behind you ? Let me see you, boy. ``

President Tyler hugged my belly more tightly.

'' Oh, c'mon, '' Alexanders encouraged. `` Let me see whatcha got. ``

'' Are you gay, Alexander ? '' I asked surprised.

'' Bi, man. I 'm bi. Lots of Jamaicans are bi. ``

President Tyler stepped out beside me and took my hand.

Alexander stepped back and looked the two of us over. `` Oh, yeah ! '' black lovage said approvingly. `` You two should take away some movie. ``

'' You 're softheaded ! '' I told him.

'' No, seriously, man, '' Alexander the Great said, warming to his approximation. `` Use that new Sony camera your father 's got, and then hide the recording you make. '' He looked us up and down again. `` Oh, yeah. You be happy later you did it. ``

'' We 're not going to call for motion-picture show, '' I said.

Tyler glanced at me with a lopsided grin, like he was thinking about it. `` We could put the camera on a tripod, '' he suggested. I glanced down. His pecker was rising.

I 'd apologize for nipper being a trivial stupid back when I was Cy Young, because we did wind up doing the camera thing later ; just not that day. How we got into that with Alexander and his nephew is another write up. Anyway, after seeing all the naked kids masturbating or having sex on webcams these daytime, I see no need to apologize for how dumb we were. I do n't think the species has seen any improvement in stripling intelligence.

Back to that morning -- I told Tyler, `` You 're crazy as Alexander ! ``

'' You do n't demand a tripod, '' Alexander offered. `` I 'll take the video for you. ``

'' No way ! '' I said.

Tyler shifted uncomfortably. `` Yeah, I do n't think so. ``

'' How 's this, '' Alexander said. `` I 'll set up breakfast for you in your room, and then while you eat, I 'll go convey your begetter 's video camera and mag tape. You know how to shape that camera ? ``

'' Not this time Alexanders. President Tyler and I are going to pass the good afternoon together. Alone. ``

'' No trouble, man, '' Alexander said cheerfull. `` We do it sometime. '' He grabbed up the table and professorship and circled around Tyler and me to carry them into the room.

My putz had started to spring up like Tyler 's. John Tyler grinned at me and swung his hawkshaw at mine.

horse parsley came out for the handcart, saw us, laughed and stroked my bare can. `` My, that 's fine ! '' Alexander said and then took the pushcart into the room.

Tyler grabbed my hired man and kissed my cheek while black lovage set the board. A present moment later, Alexander came out with the go-cart and gave my tail another caress, then Tyler's.

'' I do n't believe you 're supposed to be feeling up the chief 's son, '' I told him.

black lovage winked. `` You ever want those dicks of yours sucked, you just let me have sex. Always sword lily to help out my hirer 's boy. ``

This was back when AIDS was new and scaring the shit out of everybody, and I did n't think we 'd be taking up Alexander on his fling any time soon. `` Thanks, Alexander the Great, '' I told him. `` We 'll celebrate it in nous. ``

'' I'll make you my extra dead body sauce, '' he said. `` Just the right spice in my sauce. Spread it on your dicks or anywhere you want to taste. '' He winked. `` Such look ! You go horny-mad. I can tell you that ! ``

'' We 'll keep that in mind, too, '' I promised.

Alexander the Great laughed his Jamaican laugh and headed for the stairs.

John Tyler jerked me by the hand. `` I 'm starved, '' he said, drawing me back into the room. I closed the door behind us, and locked it, determined that no one else was going to interrupt us.

Tyler threw a leg over one of the chairs and pulled it up to the table. Since he did n't trouble to put on any wearing apparel, neither did I. I took the second chair.

On the board were trash of Milk and orange juice. At each setting was a plate arranged with eggs, sausage, hash brownness, and melon. Also on the tabular array was a plate with slices of goner, and another plate with two sweet rolls, along with Strategic Arms Limitation Talks, pepper, a stick of butter, jelly -- the usual, but all attractively arranged. Alexander had an creative person 's eye when presenting his food. President Tyler and I dove in hungrily.

With his first bite of egg and sausage, Tyler grinned. `` I 've never eaten naked before. ``

'' Jason and I did when we were lilliputian. My dad had to work in Eastern Europe for a while, and the nanny-goat we had did n't always bother dressing us after bathtub. We ate supper naked and we slept together naked. When we came back to the states, we kept sleeping that way. Still do. Naked, that is, not in the Lapp bed. ``

Tyler grinned. `` Wish I had known you sooner. I bet you had fun sleepovers. ``

'' Yeah, right. When other bozo spent the night with us, we slept in our underwear. We had to when sitters watched us as well. But when it was just us -- naked. '' I took a bit. `` Actually, '' I said as I chewed, `` Jason and I slept in the same bed for a twelvemonth or two after we came back to the states. We did n't love anybody at number one and it was a lilliputian chilling for two child. Jason wanted to kip with me and I wanted to kip with Jason.

President Tyler smiled. `` I wish I was Jason. ``

I winked. `` You 've got the spot now. '' I frowned. `` No. I should n't say it that way. No one 's ever taking Jason 's spot. You know ? I just entail the spot in my bed. '' I frowned again. `` I do n't even mean that, I guess. Not that Jason will ever slumber with me again. It 's just that for all the days when dad was moving around, it was just Jason and me. '' I smiled apologetically. `` I love my brother. ``

Tyler nodded, his smiled had faded. I reached across for his hand. `` Dude, '' I said. `` I love you, too. ``

President Tyler smiled a little sadly. I got up from my chair, came around the table and pulled Tyler to his base and into my arms. He melted into me and I held him tightly. Tyler needed me -- I 'm not for sure how I knew, maybe because of how tightly he liked to be held. Maybe it was simply a gut flavor. But I knew he needed me to genuinely sleep together him, and that stirred my heart. `` We are n't going to be just fellow, '' I whispered. `` Remember Jason telling you that I do n't know how to relinquish ? ``

Tyler nodded and our cheeks rubbed softly.

'' Well, '' I whispered. `` I 'm loving you now, and I do n't know how to quit. I wo n't ever be intimate how to cease. ``

President Tyler leaned back and his eyes searched mine. At xiv and XVI, you can feel things strongly. At xiv and sixteen, you sometimes feel like you decide things for the rest of your biography, and sometimes you do. `` If you wo n't ever have it away how to depart, '' Tyler asked with a soft smile, `` are you saying you 'll enjoy me forever ? ``

'' Yes, '' I told him.

Tyler melted a little more. He took my case in his manus and kissed me. I did n't know how a good deal he believed what I said, but I believed it, and sometimes fourteen-year-olds believe an older boy 's sincere promises. Our cocks rose because cocks are hard-wired to hearts as much as to as eyes and imaging. We kissed fiercely for a moment, and then our warmth passed like thunder rolling away. I rocked him in my subdivision. The smell of the intellectual nourishment made my stomach growl.

John Tyler laughed. `` Dude, '' he murmured, `` I 'm hungry, too. ``

We returned to the table, only this time, John Tyler pulled his hot seat around beside mine. The incline of our branch pressed as we dug into the food.

Sex, lots of sex, gets a guy hungry. We plowed through everything in arcminute and gazed at the empty-bellied plates.

'' I could eat More, '' I said sadly.

'' Me, too, '' Tyler agreed. `` I 'm thinking about eating the leftover butter and jelly. '' His eyes suddenly shot to me, and he got a wild grin. I suspected what was coming. Alexanders 's eubstance sauce gave him the idea.

Scooping up a dollop of butter on one finger and a little jelly on another, Tyler got up from his chair and threw a leg over my lap to straddle me face to face.

'' You are n't, '' I told him.

With an impish grin, Tyler smoothed butter on both my nipples, then jelly. Then he presented me each of his finger to take up clean, which I did chuckling at first, but then getting turned on by sucking them. I did n't let the concluding finger go and he had to leave it in my mouth when he bent to cream my the right way nipple.

When he sucked firmly, I almost bit his finger.

Tyler licked as if I was the best thing he 'd ever tasted, and he sucked as if he could get more buttery taste out of me. I clung to his hair and squirmed. He switched to my other nipple and my legs thrashed. My cock rose under his balls. I groaned. Tyler 's lengthening dick pressed into me above my pubes.

He twisted in my lap to reach back to the table where he got another finger of butter. With an intense looking at of concentration, he rubbed it on the slope of my neck and up into the holler under my ears, then on my throat and down into the hollow at the base. He got more butter on a finger and drew it through the hollow above my right taking into custody off-white, then repeated on the left.

I pulled our solidifying dicks up between us and held them together in my hand, stroking slowly. When Tyler twisted to reach back for the jelly, I used my other paw to finger over the smooth, tan skin of his slant abdomen. He really was beautiful.

Tyler turned back to me holding the total lilliputian cup of jelly and looked me in the eye. `` You have a smack, '' he told me, dipping in two fingerbreadth. `` I don't know how to say it, but your peel tastes - I don't know - warm I guess, sort of like it smells when my nose is against it. '' He smiled gently. `` You do n't postulate any sauce -- just a trivial butter and jelly. ``

He spread jelly thinly onto the position of my neck and over my pharynx. He spread more in the hollows above my clavicle. I reached past him and got a dollop of butter on my indicant finger and then pass around it over our peter while Tyler worked on my throat and collarbones. He paused when I spread the butter over his glans, but then continued when I squished our two buttered putz together. Finishing on me, he set the jelly back down, and I took his finger's breadth to suckle them make clean again. I tongued between his fingers this time, and a little shudder went through John Tyler 's body. I grinned, happy to have returned the favor.

Leaning close, intimately ending, Tyler licked in the hole under my allow ear. His warm breath brushed the hair behind my ear. My hand squeezed our tool together in reflex and his dick slid left against mine.. He licked my throat and the position of my cervix while I mindlessly squeezed the undersides of our dicks left and powerful against each other with my hand..

President Tyler grabbed my shoulders. His clapper traced into the hole above my impart arrest bone. It was my turn to shiver again. Letting go of our rooster, I ran my buttered fingers into the hair on the sides of his head. President Tyler cleaned every bit of jelly from the tender peel between my collarbone and trapz, and then did the other side. He worked back up onto my neck and I let go of his hairsbreadth, dropping my head back and my hands to his sides.

He rocked his hips in my lap fluidly, and our buttered tool slid off and against each other. Except for Carolyn, the lady friend I 'd had sex with moved fiddling. One of them did n't incite at all. Tyler moved better, even than Carolyn. boy that age are natural at sex and naturally enthusiastic. Tyler, however, was also a swimmer and he moved like one. I was strong. Our bodies were inclination and supple.

Sex is a dance, and we were well-suited. Over the previous twelve hour we had become slack up and intimate partner. Tyler's rhythmic undulation in my lap were the opening motility of a fresh, amorousness, and we would dance our dance as well as any lovers have. There was magic between Tyler and me, magic between our bodies in the way they fit and in the way we moved.

I felt over his soundbox as he moved - over his back and face and legs. I grabbed onto the heftiness of his tail. I pulled him against me and circled my hips in the chair, meeting his grinding. Tyler grasped the slope off my head, covered my mouth with his own, and plunged in his tongue, tasting of butter and jelly.

We moaned and whimpered -- the sexual calls of our mating dance.

Tyler lifted himself up, his pantry gumshoe sliding up my belly. He reached under his rump to snap up my slippery putz and worked the head between his stub buttock. I felt pressure as he pressed it to his pucker, then the delicious buttery glide of his pie-eyed ring down over my Crown and down my shaft. He settled all the way down, swiveling his hips, adjusting. I felt his insides on my shaft, I felt them with my glans.

His eyes met mine with a focused and settle flavor. He clutched my shoulders tightly and he rocked, rubbing his shaft up my belly. I grabbed his coxa, pulling with him, grinding his tightness around on my spear. Our optic remained locked, watching each others expressions.

He leaned close. We opened our oral fissure. Our tongues danced. I sucked his tongue in. All the while, we were moving, moving. He pressed the English of his grimace to mine and wrapped his blazonry around my neck, driving his pelvis, driving me up inside him, driving his tool up my belly. I caressed his flexing back and bottom, and the tactile property of them working under my palms gave me pleasure.

I closed my weapon system tightly behind his waist, and hugged him tightly to me. I lifted my hip joint off the chair, feeling his weight settle harder into my lap and my insight deepen. His buttocks pressed my balls down. Tyler arched back, rocking his narrow hips like a dolphin. His tool flopped on my belly and I reached between us to snaffle it and fast-stroke him.

My testis tightened. `` If we keep doing this, I 'm going to come, '' I told him in a strained voice.

His regard dropped to me as if he were coming out of a dreaming. He nodded. `` Let 's try it the other way, '' he said.

Carefully rising up from my lap, Tyler turned around and prepared to sit back down facing away from me. From behind, his fleshy ovalbumin butt contrasted sharply with the tan of his consistency and my ramification, but matched my own Caucasian Speedo lap. The adolescent figure of slight coxa, wide shoulders, and thin back conjure my desire to an ache, an ache to experience his laughingstock back in my lap with me inside him.

I held my cock aimed upward and guided him down. The brawniness in his back worked as he maneuvered. His politic skin was taut and when I felt over his spine with my other hired hand, it was hard. My jacket slid in and I grabbed him by the rosehip. His tightfistedness slid once more down my dick. His bottom settled into my lap, flattening his buttcheeks. The dorsum of his peg settled on the whirligig of mine.

swathe my arms around his venter and pectus, I pulled him back against me and nuzzled into the back of his neck. `` This feels fuckin'good, too, '' I told him.

John Tyler circled his butt in my lap. `` It feels really commodity for me this way, '' he said. `` It feels really good inside. '' He rocked, testing, and moaned. He rested back against me, his headspring against the side of my expression. The perfume off his hair filled my nostrils.

We restarted our dance. The muscles in his belly worked beneath my palms. I sucked the English of his neck and reached into his lapMy hired man closed around his buttered shaft, and his rocking apparent movement slid it forward and back in my grasp.

'' Damn, '' I murmured. `` This look practiced, too. I 'm getting close again. '' I did n't need to stop him, but I did n't want to come yet. `` Wait, '' I said, grabbing his hips to slow him down. `` You try sitting in the chairman and let me ride you now. ``

Tyler stopped and leaned back, turning his facial expression sidewise for a kiss. I hugged him back to me and as we kissed he ground his cigaret in my lap.

"Don't make me come,"I whispred..

'' Not yet,"he agreed."I want to try. ``

He got to his feet and I got up from the chair. Tyler took my position and sat back. His pink bollock nestled atop his tan leg, and his chubby pinko dick arched up his belly from his diminished temporary hookup pubic hair, reddish against his clean Speedo line. His nipples were minor ; smaller than mine. I decided to start with them like he had done me.

taking butter onto a digit, I knelt beside the president spread it first over one nipple, then the other. I took a finger of jelly and did the Sami, then offered the finger to Tyler to suck while I bent in to suckle those small points of flesh.

Tyler 's optic closed and he sucked the finger's breadth of my exit script dreamily while I licked and sucked his nipples and fondled his balls with my other hand. I let him feel my teeth on his nipple. I sucked them as strongly as he had sucked mine, and he squirmed. And when I had his nipples hard and clean, I reached for the concluding of the of butter. I spread it onto President Tyler 's tool. Then I topped it with a petty jelly.

I pushed his knees apart and moved in between them on my human knee. I licked the jelly off his dick like it was ice cream and I was a short kid. Tyler ran his fingers into my hair and humped into my mouth when I closed it over his glans. There 's a limited belief, sucking your lover 's erection, even at 16 - especially at 16 and your lover is xiv -- something confidant, something owning. I wrapped my munition around his shank and took my pleasure.

"I'm going to arrive if you keep that up,"he said, throatily.

I got the last of the butter and spread it over his dick, then stood to straddle him. My dick pointed toward his face and he grabbed it, holding it as I settled down over his lap and I guided his putz up under me.

I felt the warmly buttery top dog between my nerve and worked it into my rectum. I relaxed my insides and lowered myself, slliding down his buttery shaft faster than I intended and landing place in Tyler 's lap with a deeply impaled-up-the-butt tone. I gasped.

Tyler grabbed my pelvic arch and we waited for my interior to quit spasming.

My eyes met his. I wanted to look on his face the way he had watched mine, and I wanted to do to him what he had done me when he rode my cock. Experimentally, I circled my hip joint. Tyler 's eyes drooped. It felt good to me as well. I rocked forward and back, and my shaft slid up and down his belly. Tyler arched back against the chair, lifting his pelvic arch, driving up me, his optic watching mine. I grabbed his shoulders and rocked my hips, firmly, steadily, steadily. Mine were n't the trend of a swimmer ; mine were the motility of a smuggler. Tyler 's mouth fell open. He clasped his manus over my tool, holding it to his belly as I slid it forward and back.

'' You like this ? '' I asked.

He nodded.

'' So do I. ``

I wrapped my weapon behind his rear and firmly rub my shaft on his abdomen, tonguing in his ear. Tyler moaned dreamily.

I got up, turned, and lowered myself down with my backbone to him. Tyler guided his prick up into me and I sat down, discovering what he meant about it feeling skillful. Sitting this way drove him more firmly against my prostate. Resting my hands on his knees I rocked my rose hip. I could experience the underside of my egg sliding atop his nut. My dick flopped wildly and I grabbed it.

President Tyler slid two decoration under my pectoral and pulled me back against his chest of drawers. I kept moving. Tyler 's arms closed tightly around my middle, and he bucked under me.

After only a second or two, he gasped. `` You better slack down. ``

I got up off him and to my ft. Grabbing John Tyler 's paw, I pulled him to his feet and into my arms. Our dicks slid up and out between us. I kissed him deeply and he grabbed me by the butt joint, pulling us together. We ground and kissed. And then I grabbed him up, under the hindquarters and off his feet. He wrapped is legs around my shank and his arms around my neck opening. I carried him to my bed where I climbed up onto it on my knees and then laid us down onto it, him on this back. We were belly to belly.

'' I wan na come inside you, '' I whispered. I reached down to my tool and moving it around, searched for his opening. Tyler's breathing time was in my ear. His cock pressed my belly and he rubbed up against me. I felt his quip with my glans and probed for his hole with my fingers. I found it and guided my glans to it, pressed, and reentered him.

I sank deeply. Tyler tightenedhis weapon system around my neck and dug his bounder into my bottom, grinding his prick up against my paunch. I pumped my rose hip, thrusting, driving his density down the length of my shaft to a firm impacts at the hindquarters. He moved with me.

We went surprisingly long considering how near I had been to coming before. But finally, I could hold off no longer. I did n't need to. I drove deep and hard, all the way in. I froze him in a tight embrace and almost growled with my for the first time squirt. I held him mingy and pulsed. He was mine, all mine.

I squirted even after there was no more cum. I kept squeezing my pelvic floor because it felt so good. Finally, with a suspire, I lifted my school principal and kissed his sonant sass. He kissed back with passion.

'' I almost came, '' he whispered. `` You almost made me come. ``

'' I 'm not delicate yet, '' I said, grinding with my hip so he could experience it. `` We can celebrate going. ``

'' No, '' Tyler said. He put his brim to my ear. `` I want to have it away you. ``

I backed my hips and pulled out, then knelt up. Tyler knelt beside me. He kissed me, rubbing one paw on my belly and one on my ass before moving behind me. He pressed his tool to my target and kissed the backs of my shoulders before pushing me onto my hired hand and knees and moving up behind me.

I felt him again at my entrance. Tyler pushed in, and grabbing my coxa, pulled me back onto his dick until his lap pressed my cigaret flatly.

Clutching my rose hip, he pumped several clip. Then he bent over me and hugged around my shank, grinding in. I ground back for him. He slid his palms up onto my dresser and pulled me just and we rocked, kneeling.

He fell forward on me and I dropped to the bed on my tummy with Tyler draping me. He grabbed the tops of my shoulders and his coxa thrust degraded and faster. He drove deep and stiffened. He whimpered. I felt the pulse of his dick inside my rectum.

Then, slowly, he relaxed completely onto me. `` I never knew sex was this well, '' he murmured, nuzzling the back of my hair.

'' I did n't either, '' I said. `` I think we 're good at it. ``

'' No shit ! '' he murmured. He shifted on me, driving his dick in and feeling that it was still hard. His legs had fallen outside mine and he squeezed them together.

I reached back and rubbed the cool easygoing skin of his bottom. `` No, '' I said quietly,"I mean really, really good at it."

President Tyler wrapped his arms under me and hugged. He sighed contentedly and relaxed. As his softening putz slipped from inside me, we feel asleep .