Mentor
“Yes Sir.” Kevin pulled his tee shirt over his head and stood facing Mike.
Mike surveyed his bare chest and torso, then placing his hands on Kevin's hips, he made the boy turn around to show his back as well. Mike gave a satisfied grunt then barked, “Pants!”
I could feel Kevin's confusion and anxiety as he dropped his pants and stood before the man in his shorts. He was wearing boxer briefs, and they were riding a bit low due to the removal of his pants. “Let's get these on right,” Mike muttered as he pulled them up to the appropriate height and smoothing them over the boy's ass with a gentle caress. “How's that?” he asked. Then not waiting for an answer, “I think these are a little too big for you, I mean, they hold everything in place, but they're not doing much to enhance your package. I take it you don't like briefs?”
“I,,,ummm...” While Helmut had no problem being explicit around Kevin, and they were each comfortable being naked in front of the other, Helmut did refrain from touching his son in any way that could be interpreted as sexual. As such, Kevin was a bit out of his element and didn't know how to respond. “These are comfortable?” he asked, wondering if that was the right response.
Mike grinned. “I'm sure they are. Now, tell me, how much do you exercise?”
Kevin started to get defensive. “That's really none of your...”
Mike reached a hand an gently cupped the boys junk in his hand, pulling it slightly forward and up. “Is that what you wanted today?” Mike asked quietly. Kevin froze in shock. “Did you want that boy to get into your pants, hold your dick, maybe make you cum? I bet these nuts are aching from all that anticipation, only to be disappointed by the violent face fucking you got instead.” He held the boy rapt for a moment before adding, “I know what blue balls feel like. Not fun. Let's get them drained so we can focus.” Without a word more, he began gently squeezing Kevin's full package until he felt the boy's dick beginning to respond. Then standing up and continuing to hold the boy by the balls, he led Kevin to the bed in the corner.
Mike sat on the edge of the cot and looked up into Kevin's eyes. “Okay?” he asked.
The boy simply nodded.
Mike returned his attention to the boy's growing bulge. Kevin offered no resistance as Mike slid his shorts down to his ankles, then lifted each foot out of them. Slowly Mike caressed Kevin's bare ass cheeks, burying his face in the boy's pubes. He drank in the boy's aroma, first licking, then swallowing his balls, as the boy's boner slid up and down Mike's face and forehead.
I could feel Kevin getting lost in the pleasure he was feeling. The warm glow of having his balls sucked while he humped the man's face was punctuated by the electric thrill he felt every time one of Mike's fingers found his tight little pucker and tapped at it as if knocking on a door. Kevin wanted desperately to be fucked, but the sight of Mike's massive dick had frightened him a bit and made him doubt that he could handle it.
As if reading his thoughts, Mike withdrew his hands from the boy's ass and began working his way up the boy's torso to his chest. Before he reached Kevin's nipples, he released the boy's balls, and began licking his dick. Kevin had to hold on to Mike's shoulders to keep from loosing his balance. Mike stayed on the boy's dick for only a minute or two, before pulling Kevin onto the bed and cradling him against his body. Mike was still fully clothed, but as Kevin snuggled up against him, he could feel Mike's boner pressing against his thigh through the biker's pants.
Kevin reached for it, but Mike stopped him. “Not yet,” he whispered. “First I want you to cum for me,” Mike positioned himself sitting up against the wall, and put Kevin between his legs, wrapping his legs over the boy's and wrapping his arms around the boy's chest. He pinched a nipple with each hand and began whispering in Kevin's ear. “Show me how you like it,” he cooed. “How long has it been? I bet there's a lot of juice in those balls of yours. You like me holding you like this? All safe and warm?”
I could feel the man's boner getting stronger as it pressed against Kevin's back. Mike was now letting his hands roam over the boy's torso and down to his crotch, being careful not to interfere with Kevin's frantic stroking. As the boy finally went over the edge and arched his back to launch his load into the stratosphere, Mike gave one of the boy's nipples a good hard squeeze, while sliding the other hand down past Kevin's dick to hold the boy's balls in a firm grasp. Kevin convulsed violently as wave after wave of pleasure drove all else from existence, leaving him empty and panting in the afterglow of the most intense orgasm he had ever felt.
Mike held him tight for long minutes, caressing his face and body, and offering the occasional tender kiss, as the boy began to fall into an exhausted sleep. But before he could actually fall asleep, Mike roused him, pulling some hand towels from the table beside the bed and starting to clean cum off the boy's chest and torso. “How was that?” He asked with a smile.
Kevin's head was still spinning, but he managed to reply, “Great!”
“Great, SIR!”
“Umm,,,yes sir. Great sir, it was great.”
“Well, it was a start. Is that how you usually masturbate. On your back stroking like that?”
“When I'm with others, like when I was teaching the other boys to masturbate...ummm...sir.”
Mike grinned. “You'll get used to it, the sir thing, I mean. How else do you like to masturbate?”
Kevin hesitated and I could feel his fear.
“It's okay, I'm not here to pass judgment, I just need to know so I can know how to train you.”
“I like to...ummm...I like to lie on my stomach and rub my dick against the bed.”
“Ahh, you're a bed humper,” Mike grinned.
“A what?”
“Actually, it's called frottage. It's when you like to rub up against things or people rather than stroke or fuck.
“There's a name for it?”
Mike laughed. “Of course there is, you don't think you invented it ?”
“No, I guess not,” Kevin reflected, “But I've never seen anyone else do it. I just thought I was weird or something.”
“I'll bet you like it because it doesn't just engage you dick, but the whole of your body, am I right?”
“I guess, I've never really thought about it before.”
“I could tell when I got to your nipples. Hardwired to you dick. All it takes is one little tweak...” Mike shot a hand out and pinched a nipple before Kevin could stop him.
“Ow!” But even Kevin had to admit that his dick jumped in response.
“So why do you want to know how much I exercise?”
Mike raised an eyebrow and waited.
Kevin rolled his eyes, but added the perfunctory, “Sir.”
“Because,” Mike handed Kevin his shorts, “You have a great body, not too lean, not too fat, not too muscled, not too flabby. But that won't last. Right now you can probably eat anything and not gain a pound because at your age your metabolism is pretty high. But as you get older it will take more and more work to maintain your fitness level, muscle tone, and weight. And those things have a direct bearing on who you can and can't attract when you are cruising. For example, gym bunnies generally only go for other gym bunnies, bears tend to gravitate toward bears, and so on. Part of what we will have to do is figure out what type of guys you are attracted to , and how you need to present yourself in order to attract them to you.”
“But what if I don't have a 'type'?”
“Then you're doing better than most. Most guys are so caught up in appearance that they just look for a pretty face or a hot body and never bother looking for someone who connects on a deeper level. If you can get beyond the initial distraction of you hormones, you should ideally look for a relationship like Joey and Ben's. You only have to see them together to know how much they mean to each other, even when things are difficult. Your dad and Phil had that once too, but...” Mike trailed off, realizing he had said too much.
“But what?” Kevin had always wondered why they had separated, but Helmut always managed to changed the subject when it was brought up. “Dad won't talk about it, Tell me, please.”
“Not my place.”
“Please...Sir?”
“Mike chuckled. “Nice try, kid, but that's not how it works. Now, get dressed and I'll take you home. Tomorrow we'll look at getting you some underwear that accentuates your assets.”
The scene faded into a silent gray mist. Then slowly I began to hear the sounds of the sea, of birds flying overhead, and of distant traffic. I began to feel the warmth of the afternoon sun on my face and opened my eyes to see the ocean laid out in the distance before me. All remained as it was, except that Mr. Bouchard was gone. I must have fallen asleep and they must have come to get him without waking me up. When I moved to get up, I felt something wet on my lap. I could see nothing on my pants, but there was no question my underwear was wet. I checked that no one was around and slipped a hand down the front of my pants. Sure enough, I felt something wet and warm, and as I drew my hand out, a strong smell of cum surrounded me Clearly I had had a wet dream, but thankfully it had not soaked through enough to be visible, at least not yet. I headed straight for the bathroom that was beside the patio door, and managed to clean myself up enough to be seen In public. I just prayed the smell was not strong as it had been when I first woke up.
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