Son - Shine His bluish-green eyes sparkled above his boyish grin. His thick black hair was curled almost into ringlets atop a super-smooth, pre- adolescent build. Although his innocent friendly manner wasn't seductive, it did nothing to stop my pecker from rising. All in all though, it was his beautiful bluish-green eyes that worked their way into my heart. This strikingly cute, twelve year-old had appeared at my home the month before, with the news that he was to be my new foster child. I knew I was in trouble even though I had always kept my secret safe, hidden from everyone to protect my future as a parent. An occasional cruise through the park or baths had kept me sane while I put off love in preference for a "normal lifestyle." Jeremi's assignment to my home had changed my life for the worse. The quick gropes on the bushes were no longer enough; jerking off had become my major activity. The rooms in my home were the small, but comfortable. I guess it was built that way to save space. The boys rooms had a bunk bed, a two sided desk, two bureaus, and a closet. The beds were situated across the small room from the doorway so that I had a full view of the bed as I walked by the room. Since all the other rooms were occupied I gave Jeremi his own room and he grabbed the lower bunk for his own. Frequently he would come back from baseball practice, strip off his sweaty clothes, and flop onto his bed. His body would always draw me as if I were in a trance. Hoping he would be a disappointment and cure my trance-like affliction, and since he seemed to be asleep I entered his room and let my eyes drift over and look at him as he lay naked in bed--once. His black body hair was wisp-like and formed an almost imperceptible light covering over his legs. On his chest the moisture from his activity had formed little droplets of sweat on his velvety smooth boyish chest. Two sturdy little nipples topped these plains like pinkish peaks. My gaze traveled from his navel to the dusting of black hair in his crotch which made my tongue twitch. His small, perfectly formed cock lay draped over his leg. Unlike some cut cocks, his was uniform in its light color from the base to the crown. And, what a crown it was with a perfect pageboy shape and just a shade darker than the pretty pink of his nipples. His ball-bag was tightly packed with two cream-filled nuts, just waiting to erupt. I only could imagine that the beautiful smoothness of the front side of his body extended to his backside and his bottom, but I couldn't see that without inducing him to turn over. From that moment on, waking or sleeping, I saw nothing but him. After a tortuous month of lustful visions of him but not getting any closer to him, I saw that only one course made any sense at all: I had to have him. If he wasn't into it, he would shout my secret from the rooftops, and I would be in a bunch of trouble. I would deny the whole story. Most people would believe me (I hoped) since I had kept my cock down and I had not attempted to have sex with the other kids and he was the new kid. Some people would probably think the worst, but at this point in my life, I would have spread my cheeks for the US. Congress on national television for the chance to have Jeremi. On one fateful day, as he slid his towel around his tight ass to head for the shower, I made my plans. That night as he was going to bed I went to the showers. Besides wanting to be fresh when I made my move, I wanted him to be asleep. My plan called for the exploitation of his nocturnal tumescence. Since most guys his age had erections several times a night while they slept, I hoped it would be a good natural-feeling place to start. By the time I returned, he was breathing slowly, the sheet covering only part of one leg. His cock almost glowed it was so beautiful; his balls lay between his legs, saving his creamy load for me. I sat at his desk with only a small desk lamp on and it partially covered. I wanted him to sleep well and get hard by himself soon. I didn't have long to wait. His cock began to fill and slowly left its draped position climbing up his thigh inch by inch. I didn't want to move just yet. I wanted to make sure his sleeping body was accustomed to an erection first. Before long his hard began to go down. I knelt before him and took in his smell. With my lips almost touching his crotch, my mouth began watering at the unique smell of his nether parts. I carefully lifted his cockhead to my lips and, ever so gently, began to kiss. Waiting until his dick reacted to the warmth of my lips and began to swell, I slowly worked my tongue over the glowing crown coating it with warm smoothness. Passing the crown into my mouth, I held it until it swelled ever so slightly then withdrew it and tongued farther down the hard shaft coating it with spit. As my heart began to pound in my throat, I slowly sucked his rod back into my mouth farther and farther. The taste was made in heaven and the fact that it was Jeremi's slim cock in my mouth made my head swim and my body tingle. I had no problem getting both his cock and balls in my mouth. My "son's" penis must have been at least five inches long, fully hard.. My own erection was alive and well. It was standing out straight with a flow of pre-cum glistening on the top. I dare not touch it for fear of exploding all over Jeremi as he slept. Reacting to my silent attention, Jeremi's sleeping hips began to respond to my wet sucking. As I slowly moved up and down his shaft, his hips moved in time with me as if he were fucking my face at the same speed. His balls were partially between his legs so I moved my hand to cup his full ball-bag and keep it from being caught in the action. Whether it was the realization of the warmth around his rock- solid cock or the hand on his nuts, his sleeping mind was alerted to the fact that something was definitely up. He jerked up as he woke, nearly robbing my mouth of his throbbing meat. I could see shock, disgust, surprise, pleasure, and confusion cross his face in seconds. Fortunately for me, pleasure won out. He was at least going to let me finish! I decided since this was probably a one-time thing, to give him a blow-job to remember and used every trick I knew. I tongued the head and shaft, concentrating on the super-sensitive underside. I showered the little spot where the crown forms a vee with many kisses and a darting tongue. I moved what I could of his cockhead deep into my throat to let him explore its hot depths. My hands played with his balls and his tits. My lips kissed his tummy just above his cock and the inside of his thighs. I paid special attention to the hairless crevice between his muscular buns keeping it moist and slick. About the time his hips started really bucking, I placed a finger against his tight boy - hole. It willingly accepted the first knuckle. When I heard him moan in pleasure and felt his cock swell in my mouth even larger, I pulled back to watch the fireworks. His load was immense: it shot up in an arch into the air and landed on his chest and face. Volley after volley continued to fly as I quickly rubbed his ejaculate over him feeling the taught muscles of his chest and neck surge with every jolt. His hips kept humping upwards, his legs tensing with each spasm. The finger his ass had accepted was being squeezed and pulled with each shot. I felt his strong thighs close around me and pull me closer to him. I was pretty sure, that at least for the moment, he was happy. I prolonged my tongue-work, not wanting to face his anger once the passion had subsided. To my delight and surprise, he collapsed back onto his pillow and said, "I didn't know a guy could feel like that! I've used my hand a couple of times, and I've wondered about sleeping with girls, but I've never even dreamed of anything like that. Can you do that again sometime?" He sounded like an innocent farm-boy. "Can I ever!" I told him as I climbed on the bed and pilled him on top of me, shoving my swollen rod against his sweaty flat stomach. Rather than expose me to the world, he had given me half a chance to show him what I could do; I wasn't about to let a chance like that slip through my legs. I continued his sexual education with kissing, humping, tonguing, and the infamous 69. He was a very good student! The climax to the evening was when I lay on his bed with my ass on his pillow and guided his boy cock between my cheeks. He wasn't too sure about fucking in the beginning, but when I slid the thin sheath of rubber over his pole, his feelings overcame him. As I instructed him he took my tube of K-Y and slowly lubricated my hole. Then he caressed a palm-full over the length of his sheathed rod. At first he was afraid he would hurt me, but we started out with only a small pressure on my butt. When my ass began to open and accept his slick cock, he was an angel and froze for just a few of seconds to let me adjust. No one that had ever fucked me had shown that much tenderness and consideration. His poise and graceful restraint kneeling there with his cockhead partially inside me was more than most men ever even dream someone who fucks them will have. Once my asshole loosened further and began to slide up over his motionless cock, he slowly pressed his full length into me. His self-control and tenderness prevented the initial twinges I had grown to expect from taking it up the butt. After that, he began to rhythmically thrust his meat deep inside me. I stared into his bluish-green eyes as I took him. Those bluish-green eyes sparkled in amazement as he realized how wonderful it felt to be with a man. This time Jeremi was under his own control fulfilling his conscious burning desires to explore my body as much as I had devoured his. When he let loose for the second time that night I knew for certain that Jeremi may have moved in as a foster child but had become much more: the hottest lover I had in awhile.. And he was mine! Jeremi and I have seen to it that sparkling young boys seldom complain about roommates. Our young ladies now have the same style rooms. They don't complain much either. I guess it wasn't to save space after all!