Chapter 3

At least being the big boss' son had some advantages, Tyler thought as he moved into the smaller pathway that forked off from the main trail and began its slow meander through the trees. When the world started to press in, Tyler would just inform the foreman that he was taking off the morning or the afternoon. Of course, Tyler's little self-announced vacations were always quickly jotted down and passed on in reports to W.J., but so far there had been no repercussions. Until there were, and possibly even after, Tyler would continue to get away occasionally. He suspected his old man hadn't put up any complaints so far because Tyler did have some rights, his being the heir apparent to the whole company. Aside from that, Tyler's breaks with the work routine were actually very rare and could be understood by the foreman and the rest of the logging work crew. Tyler, after all, wasn't really one of them.

It was possibly a bit of a surprise to everyone that Tyler had managed to fit in with the basically illiterate work group. But then Tyler had always seemed to be able to adapt well with circumstances, and this had been no exception. It had helped that he didn't really look like the stereotype rich kid. In fact, Tyler wasn't really a kid any longer by a long shot of the imagination.

By the time he'd started up as a member of the logging crew, Tyler had been through one unsuccessful marriage that had produced a son, had been through four years of college, two years of Vietnam, and he was thirty-three years of age. Tyler's athletic skills in school and his combat training had given him a physique which was as good as any of those men he worked with. Oddly, Tyler had been able to mix in with the group and keep his identity a secret for over two months before the truth leaked out. By that time, most of the men had come to consider Tyler just another one of the guys. When his identity did slip out, most of the men continued to like him, but they were no longer as friendly and buddy-buddy as they had been. It wasn't that they found him any different, but they had recognized the world that suddenly existed between them.

Tyler crossed the little stream and turned to follow tat part of the path that angled downhill along the course of the waterway the land he was on didn't belong to Franklander Lumber or else it would have been stripped of its timber. That's why Tyler had come over here. He was tired of watching trees drop on all sides of him and wanted to enjoy a virgin tract of timber. He wondered how long it would be before the owner of this acreage sold it off to the big companies that were clamoring for the marketable commodity that was growing on it.

Tyler wasn't sure when he realized he wasn't alone. Just one minute he knew there was someone watching him and had been watching him for quite some time. It was a weird feeling being seen but being unable to see the other person, and it wasn't the first time it had happened, now that Tyler thought about it.

Tyler wasn't too happy with his discovery. He had wanted to be alone really. Even this invisible personage was an intrusion on the privacy Tyler desired.

"Hello!" Tyler yelled, his hands to his mouth. He'd stopped on the path. His voice disturbed a nest of blackbirds who proceeded to scold him from the nearby treetops. Tyler actually hadn't expected any insults, and he was, therefore, thoroughly surprised when the kid appeared out of the bushes about five yards ahead of him and stood facing Tyler uncertainly.

"Hi," the boy answered. His voice was low and nervous. Tyler could hardly hear him.

"Hi, yourself," Tyler answered. "You been here for long?"

"I saw you back down the trail," the boy answered, "but you didn't look like you wanted to be disturbed."

Tyler walked slowly, closing the distance between them. For some reason, the kid reminded him of a frightened animal getting ready to bolt.

"You live around here?" Tyler asked. He continued his approaching, stopping about four feet from the boy.

"Down through there," the kid answered, pointing. "Down by the main road. My father owns the land on this side of the river."

"And he sent you to tell me I was trespassing?"

"No. I often walk up here and just happened to you."

"Hope your father doesn't mind my using a couple of his trails," Tyler said. "It's getting so torn up over across the way that it sometimes gets a bit depressing."

"Dad says that before long companies like that one are going to have the land stripped bare."

"Your dad knows W.J. Franklander, does he?" Tyler asked.

"They tried to buy up this land as well as some other acreage we've got over on the Horse River," the boy answered, evidently having confused W.J. Franklander with his company. "Dad wouldn't sell. He says they don't give one shit about ecology."

"And your dad does care?" Tyler asked.

"He was raised around here. His dad was here way before any of the logging companies came in. Dad hates loggers, but he'll have to give in eventually. You can't stop progress."

"Yeah, I know," Tyler said, reaching for a pine needle on a nearby tree. "The world needs more of your fathers and less of the W.J. Franklanders. What's your dad's name, son?"

Tyler had called the kid son, and it really wasn't a misnomer. Tyler's boy couldn't have been too much older. It had been a while since Tyler had seen Terry. He wondered how the kid was. Tyler really hadn't been much of a father. He could see that. He hadn't been much of a husband, either, for that matter. He'd been too young to get married. For once he should have listened closer to his old man, but, at the time, it had been the old man's insistence that Tyler not many which had forced Tyler into his elopement. In those days, anything W.J. didn't want had to be for the better.

"Colby. Jack Colby," the boy said, answering Tyler's question.

"And you're..."

"Jeff Colby," the boy said.

"Well, Jeff, my name's Tyler." He was going to say Tyler Franklander, but he decided against it.

"I know," Jeff answered. He must have thought he'd answered too quickly, because he managed an embarrassed look that was followed by a blush.

"You know my name?" Tyler asked, vaguely curious. He certainly had never seen the kid around anywhere before.

"I heard one of the loggers call you that," Jeff answered, his voice still low in an evidenced continuing of his embarrassment.

"You walking in my direction, Jeff?" Tyler asked, still wondering where Jeff had been when he'd heard one of the loggers call Tyler by name. Surely not on the other side of the river. But if it had been on this side when Jeff had heard someone call Tyler by name, ten it had been during the couple of times Tyler had been over here with Carl Jordan. If that were the case, the boy's admission suddenly offered some interesting possibilities. Tyler tried to remember if he'd had the feeling of being watched on those couple of times he and Carl had been looking for a secluded spot in which to have some privacy.

Without further talk, the two started down the path together. Finally, they reached a place where the stream bed bowled into a natural pond. Tyler, who was going ahead because of the narrowness of the path at that point, waited for Jeff with his ass leaned against a moss-covered boulder. It was quiet in the woods, peaceful.

Jeff left the pathway, walking on stones to the edge of the pool. He squatted down and dropped his fingers into the water.

"I swim here sometimes," Jeff said, turning to give a quick look at Tyler. Jeff's eyes didn't linger long. Tyler was watching him, a curious expression on his handsome face. Maybe Tyler was wondering where Jeff had learned his name. Maybe it was a mistake to have let that slip. How would Tyler react if he'd known the boy had been watching when Tyler and that other logger had had sex? Or maybe he already knew. That thought made Jeff tremble.

"How is it?" Tyler asked.

Hard, Jeff wanted to answer, but Tyler hadn't been referring to the state of the boy's cock. He had been referring to the temperature of the water.

"A little cold, still," Jeff said. He dipped his hand into the water again, letting the liquid spill through his fingers.

Tyler wiped the palms of his hands against his trouser legs, realizing they were sweating. He was mildly shaken by what he'd just been thinking. At thirty-three, it wouldn't be too hard to start feeling like a dirty old man. Tyler remembered now that it had only been a couple of minutes ago that he had remarked to himself that Jeff Colby was probably little younger than his own boy.

"How old are you, Jeff?" Tyler asked, his thoughts taking verbal form before he'd actually realized it.

"Eighteen," Jeff said.

Jeff knew what Tyler was thinking. Why in the hell was everyone so concerned about age? Jeff knew his own mind -- at least enough of it to know what he wanted from Tyler. Why was it that older men always seemed to think they were taking advantage of anyone under twenty-one? Didn't it ever occur to them that some kids wanted to be taken advantage of? He certainly wasn't here now because Tyler had searched him out. So far, Jeff had been the aggressor. Jeff had spotted Tyler over a month ago, had gone home and jacked off while thinking about the man before he'd ever dreamed his fantasizing might actually come to be the reality. Jeff still remembered the day he'd seen Tyler and that other man, both of them hot and sweaty and grunting like two animals. He'd gone home and dreamed about it. He'd been embarrassed in the morning when he'd awoke to find his sheets soaked with his nocturnal emissions. He'd been glad that hadn't been the day to get new sheets. His mother would have probably flipped.

So, why should that other man, that logger, get to have all of the fun just because he was older than Jeff was? Jeff knew just as well as that hunky bastard what he wanted, and he wanted what was between Tyler's legs. Jeff didn't want to waste away most of his young years experimenting with kids as ignorant as he was. He wanted a teacher who knew what he was doing. Tyler knew what he was doing. Jeff had seen that, watching concealed as the two loggers had mated with each other on the forest floor. It might have been different if Jeff were uncertain about his homosexuality, but he knew what he wanted. He wanted cock. Tyler had a cock. Jesus, did Tyler have one. Jeff had seen it, and Jeff now wanted it.

"You know, I have a son about your age," Tyler said, watching the boy, wondering -- despite himself -- if the basket Jeff was showing could possibly be real or his imagination. It was hard to think of a kid this young as a sexual animal, of having balls that had dropped and sprouted hair, of having a cock that could spurt thick cum. Was Tyler's son now going around with the equipment of a man hung between his legs. Tyler could wonder that despite an inner embarrassment in doing so.

"Do you have an age hang-up?" Jeff asked. "I don't."

Jeff stood up, knowing the bulge of his swollen cock would be more than evident against his left thigh. He wanted Tyler to know that Jeff knew the score, that Jeff wasn't a kid about to be seduced by an older man but rather someone who wanted what Tyler had to give and who had gone to the point of searching the older man out to get it.

Tyler knew what he would have liked Jeff to mean by his comment on age hang-up, but he couldn't believe that's how it actually was. What did Jeff Colby know about sex? What, especially, did Jeff Colby know about male-male sex?

The answer to that, for all practical purposes, was that Jeff knew really very little except that he would have liked to know a good deal more. The boy had played the normal amount of grab-ass games with the other boys. He'd graduated to jacking off and had once been a member of a circle-jerk. The latter, composed of a total of four boys, had resulted in none of the kids involved talking to each other for a month after it was over. Most of the male-male sex Jeff had, thus, had been in his mind. After he had seen Tyler and that other logger in action, however, he had come away with a bit more of the specifics. Male-male sex consisted of sucking cock and fucking ass. Jeff had seen cock sucked, seen ass fucked, and he hadn't been turned off by it. Quite to the contrary, rather than having been revolted by the display of two males in rut, Jeff had merely found himself wondering how it would be to fill his own mouth with cock, fill his own butt with cock, jab his own healthy cock up another man's deep throat or deep asshole. Now his fantasies were no longer just any male but a specific one -- Tyler. Jeff wanted to know more about what Tyler had been doing with that other stud in the woods that day. Couldn't Tyler see that? Couldn't Tyler see the swollen mass of cock at Jeff's groin and know the boy was just waiting to be shown the secrets Tyler knew and which Jeff desired to know?

"You're so young," Tyler said, knowing his own cock had gone hard and was bulging his pants at his crotch. His reaction was to want to conceal his obscene hard-on, but any attempts to have done so would have only called Jeff's attention more closely to it.

"Does so young mean too young?" Jeff asked. He was surprised at how he was acting. Maybe he had just determined at the outset that he wasn't going to be talked out of doing what he wanted to do. He'd known from the minute he'd lucked onto Tyler again that this was the day it was meant to happen between them. Today Tyler was alone. Today Tyler would have no one else with him to pull down his pants and suck his fat cock. Today Jeff would be that person. As if hypnotized, Jeff had found himself walking out to meet Tyler when the man had sensed his presence back on the trail. Jeff had come out because he'd known that today was the day he'd been waiting for his whole life, and, by God, no one was going to deprive him of it -- not even Tyler, not even if Jeff had to rape the older man right where he stood.

Tyler was confused. He couldn't believe what was happening. He couldn't believe Jeff's hard-on, and he couldn't believe his own. He couldn't imagine Jeff's words being a veiled invitation for sex. Does so young mean too young? What had the kid meant by that? Too young for what? For sex? Jesus, Tyler thought, he must be out of his head to imagine a proposition for sex from such a young kid.

Jeff walked the short distance that separated them. He walked with a determination that told him there was no time like the present to get this phase of his sexual initiation out of the way. It was going to be now or never. Jeff knew what he wanted, and he was determined to get it. He'd decided each night in the privacy of his own bedroom, his hand wrapped around his cock, that it was going to be Tyler who was going to take him through the mysteries, Tyler with his butch studly body, his muscles, his fat cock and hairy balls.

"I saw what you and that other logger did out there that day," Jeff said. His voice sounded strange in his ears. He felt a sudden flushing of power through his body as he saw the various emotions race suddenly across Tyler's face -- fear, confusion, desire. Jeff felt very much in control. It was a feeling he enjoyed, one which he nurtured.

"Me and what man?" Tyler asked. Why was his cock hard? Why was he beginning to sweat? Why was he here now with this young kid? He looked at Jeff, at the boy's blond hair, his blue eyes, his boyishly undeveloped chest beneath the shirt, the manly bulge of the cock in the boy's trousers.

"You know what man," Jeff said, challenging. "I know what man. I was watching the both of you. I watched you all the time -- from the beginning to the end."

"I don't know what you mean," Tyler said. So, why didn't he leave? Why was he glued to the boulder he was leaning against? Why was he suddenly so afraid?

"You leaned your back up against a tree," Jeff said. "And the guy tat was with you began to undo your belt."

Jeff's fingers found the buckle at Tyler's waist, began to unfasten it.

"What in the hell are you doing?" Tyler asked, slapping the kid's hands violently, too violently, away. His action surprised himself as well as the boy.

Jeff was confused. He felt very much the child again, being suddenly chastised by a grownup for something he'd done wrong. Jeff had lost his sense of dominance in this situation, and he now fought to regain a portion of it. He put his hands back on Tyler's belt, angry to find his eyes blurring with the tears that were swelling inside of him.

Tyler didn't slap the boy's hands again, but he didn't let them go on to immediately do what they wanted to. He grabbed them instead with his own hands, holding them secure in a viselike grip.

"Stop it, Jeff!" Tyler said, his voice sounding low in his throat.

"Why?" Jeff asked. He was crying, and he knew he was crying, and he suddenly hated Tyler for ruining the way it should have gone, for ruining the way Jeff had always imagined it would be. Jeff would have undone Tyler's pants. He would have unzipped the man's trousers, just like he'd seen that other man do it. Then he'd have reached into the opened fly and taken hold of the white-hot shaft of Tyler's cock and dragged the stiff rod into the open. He'd have dropped to his knees and kissed the swollen head of that cock. He would have sucked on it while Tyler commanded him to eat prick like he had commanded that other man that day in the grove. But Tyler had spoiled all of how it should have been. The Goddamned sonofabitch had mined it!

"Try to understand," Tyler said, his voice sounding hoarse, his chest gone tight.

"Let me go, you queer bastard!" Jeff screamed. He almost managed to jerk his hands free, but Tyler continued to hold him, somehow now afraid to let the boy go.

"Jeff, I want you to try and understand," Tyler said. Jesus, what did he want Jeff to understand? That Tyler was on the verge of pulling out his cock and feeding it up the boy's mouth? That Tyler was tempted to yank down the boy's pants and feed all of his prick up Jeff's tight virgin ass? Could any young boy understand that? Even begin to understand that?

"Bastard!" Jeff exclaimed. "Queer, queer, cocksucking bastard!"

Jeff tried again to wrench his hands free, but he couldn't. He felt mortified, ashamed. He wanted someone, and they didn't want him. The boy was humiliated. He only wanted to get away now, run away, hide away. He was still crying, and he hadn't cried in years -- not even when his father punished him. A man didn't cry. Only women cried. Tyler's refusal had somehow managed to make Jeff feel less than a man.

"You're so young," Tyler said, still frying to explain both to himself and to Jeff. "Christ, can't you see I'm old enough to be your father?"

Jeff stopped struggling.

"And I'm old enough to get a hard-on," Jeff said, attempting to regain some aspect of his dignity. "I'm old enough to want something. So, who's going to judge when I'm old enough to get it? You?"

Tyler used his hold on Jeff's hands to pull the boy closer to him. He looked down on the youth who was a good foot shorter than he was. He waited until Jeff appeared relatively calm.

"If I let you go, will you promise not to run?" Tyler asked finally.

For a good fifteen seconds, Tyler waited for the answer. When it came, it was merely a mumbling.

"Was that a yes or a no?" Tyler asked.

"I won't run," Jeff promised, although he wondered about the purpose of staying. What was the point?

Tyler released his hold, waiting tentatively for the boy's attempt to bolt. Jeff didn't run. He was so physically close to Tyler that he was acutely aware of the man's exuding warmth. He was close enough to be acutely aware of the hardness beneath the stretched material of Tyler's crotch. If there was a hard cock there, it was there for some reason. So, what was the reason? Was Tyler holding back only because of the difference in their ages? Was tat really all that was keeping them apart -- Tyler's misconception that anything he did was a taking advantage of a kid who was more than half his age? Could Tyler actually still believe tat after Jeff had made a fool out of himself to play the aggressor?

Tyler moved his hands slowly, bringing them to Jeff's tear-stained face. He ran his fingers along the boy's cheeks, his thumbs gently tracing the curve of the boy's lips. He lifted Jeff's face to look upward toward his own, looking at it, marveling at the blueness of the boy's eyes. He dropped slowly to his knees, his new positioning making Jeff taller. Tyler's hands left the boy's face and glided down Jeff's body, resting finally, on the youth's hips and holding there.

"How often have you and someone else done what you saw me and that other man do?" Tyler asked, his voice now gentle and soothing. He found himself very cognizant of the bulging of Jeff's crotch. It was hard to believe that all that evident hardness belonged to one so young.

"What difference does that make?" Jeff asked. "Are you going to tell me how many times you've done that sort of thing before?"

"No," Tyler said, "I guess not."

Tyler moved his hands, brought them slowly to begin the unbuttoning of Jeff's shirt. Jeff didn't move, hardly believing it was beginning to happen.

Tyler's fingers moved deftly. Even Tyler was amazed at how smoothly his fingers released the buttons, revealing the hairless expanse of the chest beneath. Tyler ran his hand up over the naked chest, working the shirt off over the boy's shoulders. Jeff let the shirt fall to the ground behind him, not bothering to even make an effort to pick it up.

Jeff's flesh was golden, toasted by the sun. It was smooth beneath Tyler's fingers. Tyler ran his hand over it, bowed his face into it, tasted it with his lips and his tongue.

Jeff put his hand into Tyler's hair, feeling the silkiness of it as he was simultaneously experiencing the wet warmth of Tyler's tongue. What in the name of Christ had all the problem been? This was what Jeff had wanted. This surely was what Tyler wanted. So, why had there ever been the silly pretense that it had been otherwise?

Jeff's body wasn't without definition. The outline of the pectorals was formed but not developed. The belly was firm and flat, stretched between the two hipbones and punctuated with an indented navel. Tyler's tongue found first one nipple and then the other, aware of how they rose to meet his tongue. The flesh tasted of boy, of youth. Tyler rubbed his cheek against Jeff's belly and then began unzipping the boy's pants.

Jeff felt Tyler's fingers expertly undoing the top snap of his pants and beginning to draw down the zipper. Despite himself, the boy was apprehensive about what Tyler would find. Jeff knew he had a big cock for his age, but how would it compare to the man-cock Tyler had been used to? Jeff hadn't seen tat many naked men to form an adequate basis for comparison. He'd seen his PE teacher's cock in the showers at school. He'd seen his father's cock. Both of those didn't seem so much more impressive than his own dick, but those were only two people, two cocks. Jeff was suddenly afraid that now that Tyler was going to see him, his dick wouldn't stand up against the others Tyler had come across.

Size was the last thing on Tyler's mind. The man had never been a size queen. He would have been equally delighted with a six-inch cock or a ten-inch cock. He was only thrilled now that he was about to get this boy's prick at all. He was excited by the anticipation, was suddenly starved for the taste of the boy's rod no matter what the size.

Tyler put his hand into the breach of the fly, his fingers working into the opening at the crotch of the boy's underwear. He found the hard warmth of the prickshaft, the bulk of it still bent downward along the boy's left thigh.

Jeff groaned with the feel of strange fingers on his dick. He dug his fingers involuntarily into Tyler's scalp in direct response to the pleasure.

How was any of this wrong? Tyler asked himself as he pried the cock up and out of its nesting. He certainly wasn't a dirty old man seducing a young boy. He was merely enjoying something natural with a member of his own sex. The kid had been right. If Jeff actually knew what he wanted, then who was Tyler to tell him differently? After all if it hadn't happened with Tyler, mightn't it have happened with someone else? And God only knew the trauma to be had with being brought out by the wrong man. Maybe it was better to be doing it here and now. Tyler knew he would be gentle. If this was actually the boy's first time, that gentleness would be important, wouldn't it?

Jeff's cock was hard. Were all boys' cock this hard? The erection was jabbed downward into the left pants leg. Tyler pried it out a little at a time until the dick broke completely free of its confines and bounded immediately to an upjutting position.

Had Tyler been a size queen, he would have had little complaint with the prick Jeff was offering him. The evidence of size and bulk which had been only hinted at behind the bulge of the boy's clothed crotch was now proved even larger in the reality. Tyler could hardly believe that a cock that size was sprung from the belly of a mere child.

The cock was a good ten inches of blue-veined meat. It was thick as well as long, and even Tyler's large hand was going to have trouble making a completed fist around it. It rose from a nest of blond crotch hair, the strands of that hair poking out at the base of the cock. The underside was wide, rising from the root to the circumcised knob. The cockhead at the summit was heart-shaped, flaring before tapering to the end. The cum-slit was deep and pink, beaded with pre-cum. Some of the juice had already leaked free while the cock had been confined in Jeff's pants. Tyler's fingers had detected the dampness of the underwear, and the man could clearly see the shiny slick of those juices on the knob and on the neck of the thick dick.

With the unveiling of the cock in all of its glory, Tyler knew he had come to the point where there would be no turning back. The man knew he would have to have it. If he had had any doubts and inhibitions of taking on a kid so young, they would have to be discarded now.

Tyler reached his right hand back into Jeff's pants, cupping the full warmth of his balls and scooping the scrotum out to hang downward over the opened zipper.

The balls and the sac which contained them were the perfect complement for the massive cock reared above them. The bag of flaccid skin, covered as it was with a furring of wiry blond hair, moved with its own life. Tyler watched the movement and was excited by it.

By not looking at the rest of Jeff's body, by not concentrating on anything but the prick and the accompanying balls, Tyler could easily imagine Jeff was a man. He thought momentarily of fantasizing the man rather than the boy throughout the whole ensuing sexual encounter, but then he discarded the idea. What would have been the point? His pretending to suck a man's dick wasn't going to change the fact that Jeff was only a boy, so Tyler had better face up to that fact from the beginning and enjoy it. Now that Tyler had come this far, he knew he was going to enjoy it. He'd known from the beginning he would enjoy sex with this young teenager, and that was what had been partly responsible for Tyler's initial panic when the boy had moved to unbuckle Tyler's pants. But that panic was now gone.

Desire for the boy had taken over Tyler's body. Those desires wouldn't leave him until long after Tyler had feasted on the fuck cream that was bulging Jeff's balls. The man knew it, wondering if he would ever be sorry. The boy knew it, well realizing this moment had been long hoped for and would be long remembered.

Tyler bent his head into Jeff's crotch, momentarily by-passing the cock in favor of the nuts. He pursed his lips to kiss the bag, sucked to siphon the loose skin into his mouth. The hair-covered flesh slipped inward until one ball and ten the other popped trough Tyler's ovaled lips and into his mouth. Tyler's mouth moved to a position that was flush with the underside of Jeff's thick cock. His nose was pressed firmly into the dick, smelling the delightful aromas of a clean young male's sex.

Jeff felt his legs go weak. For a brief instant, as Tyler's face was sucking up the boy's balls, Jeff thought he was going to faint with the pleasure. He held to Tyler for support, his fingers still on the man's scalp, his fingers lost amid the silkiness of all that tousled black hair.

This wasn't how Jeff had imagined it would be.

It was better. He had always suspected it would be himself who would uncover Tyler's balls, go down on Tyler's cock. How surprised he now was to find his cock bared, his balls wet up Tyler's sucking mouth.

Tyler's cheeks were ballooned with his large mouthful of meat. He swished the sac and its balls back and forth, drowning the scrotum in a mess of bubbling warm saliva. Increasing the suctioning that had originally drawn the gonads and their covering into his mouth, Tyler's cheeks collapsed inward on the nuts, squeezing the delicate balls until a dull aching seemed to radiate outward into the pit of Jeff's belly. The boy felt the aching and was surprised that the discomfort of it was not completely lacking in its additional degree of pleasure.

Tyler was not long over Jeff's nuts. His hunger had only been increased for a taste of the hard male cock above them. Tyler pulled his head back from Jeff's crotch, stretching the big balls. Finally, one ball and then the other popped free. The weight of the released nuts drooped the sac back between Jeff's thighs. The scrotum was wet with Tyler's spit, was already beginning to contract and pull upward toward the base of Jeff's cock. The skin of the sac continued to move, continued to grow thicker as the boy's body was priming for its orgasm.

Tyler's tongue gave the nuts one final licking and moved upward for its first contact with the boy's prick. The hardness of the cock was hot against Tyler's tongue. He lapped the underside, his tongue moving upward toward the rosy knob. Simultaneously, his hands had moved to the boy's butt, his fingers anchoring in the pants-covered buns.

How many cocks had Tyler sucked? How was this particular cock any different from any of those? He had sucked many cocks, having lost count long ago of just exactly how many, and this cock was different, even if Tyler wasn't able to actually define those characteristics that distinguished it from the others.

Tyler's tongue reached the spongy knob, feeling the shaft trembling beneath his licking as he robbed the pouting cum-slit of those juices which had pooled there and started to overflow.

Tyler worked his forehead into Jeff's lower belly, able now to get a good view down the whole length of the dick. Along the back was a latticing of fine blue veins that appeared and then disappeared along the expanse of milky flesh. There was one vein, bigger than the others, that began at the base of the cock and meandered up the back until it faded again into the skin at the beginnings of the circumcision scar tissue. Tyler would feel the run of that vein along his upper lip as he dove over Jeff's prick. His anticipation of doing so only made the man that much hotter.

Eagerly, Tyler put his lips to the head of the cock, dropping them downward until they'd slipped into the groove formed by the flaring of the knob. There was a new flushing of pre-cum onto his tongue, the taste of which made him immediately hungry for even more of the cock than he had already managed to claim. He dived, the blunt head of Jeff's rod butting his palate and arching back through the opening of his throat. Tyler continued to suck up the cock until he felt his throat beginning to reject it. Then he paused, waiting for his face to adjust to the inches of cock which had already dived in to fuck it.

Jeff moaned. He couldn't help it. This sucking warmth that was beginning to engulf his whole cock was an entirely new experience for the boy. Here was noting that could be duplicated by grab-ass games in the gym or by jacking off with cold cream in the privacy of the bathroom. This was something you couldn't adequately know until you were part of the experience. Even Jeff's wildest fantasies were now made pale by the actuality of the moment.

Jeff heard noises, low animalistic growls, and he didn't immediately recognize them as his own. His legs were actually shaking, his fingers kneading Tyler's head as if the man's scalp was a blob of raw dough.

It took a relatively short time before Tyler was able to proceed further. He'd sucked enough cock in his time that his throat was able to easily adjust to the biggest dicks anyone ever offered him. Jeff's cock, despite its magnificent bulk and length, had been no exception to the rule. There was only a two-second lapse between Tyler's pause and his completion of the slide down over the rest of Jeff's rod.

Tyler reached bottom, his lips gumming the base of the cock. His nose burrowed into the blond crotch hairs, his chin pressing into the contracting mass of the youth's balls.

"Oh, Jesus!" Jeff squealed.

Both Tyler and Jeff were surprised by the sudden orgasm that racked the young blonds body. Tyler was, perhaps, the more surprised of the two, since Jeff felt the explosion in his brain before it was transferred to his spasming cock. Tyler, used to sucking on cocks jaded by the experience of being swung on by male head, hadn't really anticipated the quick results to be had from his expert mouth and tongue working over a cock that was virgin to male mouth or ass. Tyler automatically sucked away the cream, however, marveling nevertheless at the tremendous amount. He sucked and sucked some more, and even then there seemed to be a new wad of jizz leaving the cock and flooding his throat with each successive gulping.

Jeff, who had been temporarily lost to the world as his orgasmic shudders possessed him, could momentarily think of nothing but the ecstasy. As the climax washed over him, passing into its final moments, however, Jeff knew that, as pleasurable as it had all been, he'd somehow shot off a little early. He'd watched Tyler when the man had been sucked off by that logger, and it had seemed to Jeff that Tyler was never going to get his rocks off. Yet Jeff had blasted his nuts almost as soon as Tyler's face had moved to completely take in his cock. The boy was disappointed that it was to be over so quickly, even though he wouldn't have missed out on it for the world.

Tyler was disappointed, too, since he had only just begun to enjoy the taste of the boy's cock. He was so disappointed, in fact, that he had no intentions of immediately giving up his mouthful. The dick he was eating, even though it had finally finished spitting up cum, was still hard. Tyler was determined to keep it that way.

Jeff, who thought it would all be finished when he'd quit orgasming, was delighted to find that Tyler was apparently no way done with his prick. Jeff, knowing he was good for at least another come, was determined not to shoot off prematurely a second time. He was glad Tyler hadn't spit out his cock, happy that the man hadn't been disgusted by Jeff's inability to hold on that first time, overjoyed that Tyler had enough foresight to know that Jeff was good for more than just one blast-off before his cock would shrivel into uselessness.

In fact, Tyler was relatively surprised that Jeff's cock hadn't seemed to lose any of its hardness after the volume of cum it had given up during the first blasting. The fact that Jeff's cock was still bone-hard, more than anything, could point up to Tyler that he was indeed eating the cock of a young stud in his prime. Maybe it was ridiculous to delegate teenagers into celibate corners until they came of legal age. By the time they did become of age, some of their best sexual years had been wasted away on jacking off.

Tyler's face began to slide up the cock, his tongue lapping the rod in seeming challenge for it to dare and go soft, his saliva glands continuing to manufacture new gushings of spit to bathe the cock in sticky wetness.

Tyler's lips came upward to the flaring of the knob, paused only momentarily for a quick inhalation of air before dropping once again down over the cock. While the first trip down the shaft had required a brief respite at the halfway point, the second fall was successfully achieved in one, long, fluid motion. Tyler's throat had adjusted, knew what to now expect.

Again down at the root of the cock, Tyler wasted little time before returning back up the shaft. In fact, his head moved easily into a bouncing cadence that drew the dick totally in and then spit it almost out of Tyler's hungry mouth. Tyler's firm lips pulled and pushed the outer layer of loose skin over the more solid inner core of Jeff's hard prick.

Jeff's pleasure, which had peaked during his first orgasm, had never really completely drained away in the aftermath of that climax. Tyler's immediately move to work the cock for a second eruption had managed to hold Jeff on a fairly high plateau of enjoyment. Now, as Tyler's face was well into its bounce over Jeff's cock, the pleasure had begun to swell once again within the boy's body. Jeff was worried tat the pleasure was, perhaps, swelling too fast. He'd often jacked off twice in succession, but the enjoyment during a second masturbation never built up as quickly as it was doing now. But then, this experience was so sensuously superior to beating his meat, there could really be no basis for comparison between the two.

Tyler sucked, his lips again gumming the root of the cock and then again beginning another upward slide. His tongue wrapped around the hard rod, beating it until the cum-slit wept more and more pre-cum. His mouth was stretched wide, so wide that the corners of it pained with the yawning.

It was a lovely cock -- this cock -- Tyler now had in his mouth. The taste of the meat itself, combined with the residue of hot cum still on Tyler's tastebuds, made for a delicious meal. Tyler couldn't remember when he had enjoyed sucking a cock so much. His last sex had been with Carl, and that had certainly been okay. Carl had been a handsome enough stud, with a fat uncircumcised dick, but eating tat foreskin-shrouded tool just wasn't the same as this.

The fact that Tyler was having such a good time could partially be accounted to the fact that it had been a long time since his last sex -- a month being a long time for someone as virile as Tyler Franklander. After the discovery that Tyler was the boss' son, Tyler's relationship with Carl had cooled. Their sex was never the same once it was known who Tyler was. Carl was a kid who'd been raised in the woods, hadn't even finished high school. He couldn't cope with the idea of having the boss' son suck him off or vice versa. Since then, Tyler had been alone.

He was alone no longer. Here in the woods, away from the prying eyes of everyone, Tyler was sucking cock -- big cock, big cock that was on a young boy. He was enjoying. He would continue to enjoy. There was something infinitely thrilling about taking a virgin prick into his mouth, tasting virgin cum before anyone else could sample its flavor. Tyler couldn't have known how much of a turn-on eating virgin dick could be until now. He was hotter than hell, and he hadn't even touched his own rod. He could almost come by just sucking on this boy's cock. Wouldn't that have been a new experience for Tyler? But then, even if Tyler's dick wasn't about to blast on its own without a little help from his hand, the whole experience was a new one for Tyler. Because if Jeff had never before had his cock sucked by another man, this was the first time Tyler's mouth had done its work on someone as young as Jeff. Before, he had steered away from younger meat, jail-bait, kids who Tyler figured didn't know their minds and who he felt would be better off finding out which way they wanted to go without any help from him. Maybe he'd made a mistake before. Maybe there were young kids like Jeff who already knew what they wanted. Why shouldn't Tyler's mouth find them? As Tyler's lips glided once more over the uprisen bulk of the cock, dropped to the stalwart root, dragged upward until the dominant vein on the prick's back had ridden its length along Tyler's upper lip, the man somehow suspected that Jeff was liable to be his first and last experience with young, virgin boys. Few young men would be approaching Tyler as Jeff had done, and Tyler somehow didn't see himself approaching them. With that realization playing through his brain, Tyler was determined to enjoy this sex while it was his.

Jeff found his hips had assumed a back and forth movement to coincide with Tyler's sucking, a fucking motion that drove his cock as Tyler took it, that pulled his cock as Tyler released it. The boy's hands, still on Tyler's head, rode with the up-and-down cadence of Tyler's sucking face.

"Eat me, eat me, eat me!" Jeff said, his voice breathless, remembering how it had been, how excited he'd become when Tyler had made that demand of Carl in the grove of trees that one, hot afternoon Jeff had watched with his hand full of his own hard cock.

The buildup to the orgasm wasn't as long as Jeff had suspected it would be, but it was long enough so that when Tyler sensed its approach, he didn't do anything to slow down the speed of its arrival. There were several things Tyler might have done to keep Jeff's orgasm in abeyance. He might have squeezed the boy's balls hard, letting the pain cancel out some of the pleasure. He could have clamped down hard into the cock at the flare of the knob. He could have scraped the cock with teeth unprotected by the fuck of the lips. He could have pulled his face completely away to remove all stimulus. But Tyler did none of those things or anything else to impede the flow of pleasure through Jeff's body. Tyler was hungry for Jeff's second load, and Jeff prepared to serve it to him.

Tyler hungrily ate the hard cock, siphoning it into the depths of his throat, aware of how compact the once-flaccid sac flesh had become at the cock base. The boy's scrotum had grouped itself into a mass the size of a grapefruit, the balls it contained bulging with newly manufactured fuck cream. Beneath Tyler's fingers, Jeff's butt had gone solid with taut muscles. His belly was drawn in tighter than usual and sweat glossed his skin. The crotch of the boy's trousers was soaked with a mingling of Tyler's saliva and his own drooled pre-cum.

Inside Tyler's mouth, Jeff's cock began to throb noticeably, as if it were an entity all its own. The man mentally prepared for the teenager's climax, prepared to physically siphon away all evidence of that climax once it occurred.

"Oh, fuck!" Jeff mumbled. His hands automatically shoved Tyler's head downward over his cock just as it began erupting thick jizz. In accompaniment to the downward thrusting of his hands which pinioned Tyler on the exploding cock, Jeff bucked his hips forward so that his crotch ground into Tyler's feeding face.

For Jeff, the second orgasm even surpassed the first in its intensity. The boy shut his eyes, threw back his head, opened his mouth and gave a growling of pure, unadulterated pleasure. For those too-brief seconds of orgasm, Jeff thought his whole body was being vacuumed through his cock and jettisoning into the depths of Tyler's belly.

Tyler wasn't surprised at the orgasm -- that, after all, being what he had so diligently been working to achieve. What did surprise him was the large volume of wet, warm sperm Jeff proceeded to feed him. After the seeming gallon of spunk which had accompanied the first eruption, it was inconceivable that there was all of this cum which had remained to follow. Yet, there it was -- milky, creamy, warm slugs of coagulated sperm. With each trembling of Jeff's cock and body, another load let go, until the cock was still jerking, Jeff's body still quivering when all of the jizz was finally gone.

Tyler sucked up the last tardy traces, reluctantly releasing Jeff's dick from his mouth. He looked upward, seeing Jeff's flushed face looking down at him.

"Thank you," Jeff said, his voice hoarse, his hands still resting on Tyler's head. It was the only thing he could think of to say.

"My pleasure," Tyler answered, and the hardness of his cock somehow told him he wasn't finished with Jeff Colby's studly young body yet -- not by a long shot.