Date: Thu, 5 Nov 2015 04:06:07 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Lucky Score This will actually be a bi-sexual adult youth story. The boy described here was actually a model in Piccolo and other such magazines during the golden age of porn in the early 70's. I had forgotten about him until his face came across my radar a month or so ago on IMGSRC. As I was leaving the restaurant that I frequent, which has a surprising number of cute boys waiting tables, I wondered about doing a story and Lucky came to mind. So here it is. Again, there will full on Bi- stuff in the next chapter. Hugs, Tag_m ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Well. There's this girl that I really like and she likes me and I really want to fuck her. I never fucked a girl before and want to fuck her really bad." The boy had a slight bit of anguish on his smooth face. Clearly his need was strong but, isn't that the norm for any almost 14 year old boy. "So, how is that a problem Lucky," I asked him. "She wants to watch me be with another boy before she'll let me fuck her. I never been with boy either; I never been with nobody. I don't know what to do Shawn." I nodded my head in understanding and before I could speak he went on. "Why does she want that? Why does she want to see me with another boy?" "Well," I said drawing the word out, "Have you seen pictures of 2 women together and does that get you hot?" The little cutie grinned, nodded his head, and groped at his crotch. "Girls often feel the same way about boys. It's hot for them to see boys together. Also, they sometimes use it as insurance so that a boy won't fuck them then run out and tell everybody he knows about it." "Shit, I don't know what to do Shawn. I don't even know any boys that I would trust. I really want to cram my boner in her and fuck her." I immediately thought of a boy he could trust. Or in this case, an adult boy. So, you might ask, how did I find myself having this discussion with a 13 year old boy? I had discovered a newly opened small restaurant in a tiny little town of a couple thousand souls some 10 miles from where I lived. The meal servings were enormous; the food was above average and reasonably priced; all things at the top of my list. I met Lucky on my first visit. His name was actually Jack. Apparently as a little boy he'd had a couple of very close mishaps that he'd escaped unharmed from so the nickname Lucky was tacked on. By the age of 7 that's pretty much what everybody but his great grandmother called him. Lucky wasn't a knockout or a drop dead cute boy by any means. In fact he was sort of plain by such standards. However the boy was rather cute in a wholesome, innocent and almost waifish kind of way. He was slender, about 5'6 or so and his face was slightly round, something he would assuredly grow out of and most likely soon. The roundness was probably accentuated by brown hair that hung in his hazel colored eyes even though he frequently pushed the bangs to one side. It dropped sharply from his bangs to way below his ears and onto his neck, framing his face. It was very typical of an early 70`s style of a boys' haircut gone a little wild; long past a trim. Lucky's complexion was flawless. His upper teeth, while crystal white, were just a little large but not beaver-ish and had slight spaces between the center four. His teeth were framed by luscious, full and very kissable lips. The thing that makes a plain boy more than plain can be attributed to a couple of things. One is an open and gregarious personality. Another is often a smile. Lucky was all of that and more. I watch him greet people coming into the restaurant and he treated all of them as though they were special which is how he greeted me on my first visit. It was early on a Saturday morning, as in 6:30 am early. When I walked through the door Lucky welcomed me with a huge smile. His voice wasn't high pitched but it wasn't deepened either and in future discussions with the boy it would sometimes crack. "Sit wherever you like," he said, waving his arm toward an open room where only 1 other couple was seated. I parked my ass in a booth and the boy was right there with me, dropping a large menu on the table and asking what I wanted to drink. I told him and he walked away, giving me ample opportunity to ogle a tight little butt held very nicely in a pair of tan Docker's. On his return trip with water and coffee I also ogled the bulge at the front of his pants, a nice one by all accounts albeit not huge. "What would you recommend," I asked him. The boy pointed out a few things on the menu and I settled for a meat lover's breakfast that had a sampling of 5 breakfast meats, eggs, home fried potatoes with onions and bell peppers and toast. I asked for the eggs up and gave him explicit directions on what I meant. He walked away and again I admired his delicious boy butt. He returned 8 minutes later with a platter that was overflowing with food. "My God," I said as he set the plates down. The boy giggled. "A lot of people say that. How do the eggs look?" The 3 eggs were perfect; the whites completely cooked with a runny yolk and this precisely what I told him. "We aim to please," he said. "So please aim," I responded immediately and he laughed, a very nice hearty laugh too. "That's funny," he said. "You got that joke," I asked, not sure I believed him. He nodded his head and brushed the hair from his gorgeous eyes. "Urinal joke." He was right. He said he'd check on me in a few minutes and headed off and for the 3rd time in 10 minutes I admired his butt. It shouldn't come as a surprise that the first thing on the plate I tackled was a hunk of Kielbasa sausage. The other couple left as I tucked into my breakfast and true to his statement the boy was back in 5 minutes and asked how everything was. I told him it was splendid. "What's your name," I asked and he said Lucky. "There has to be a story behind that," I said and he nodded his head. I looked around, saw the place was empty so invited him to sit down and tell me, which he did. I liked the kid right off the bat, was drawn to his cheerful openness. We chatted for a few minutes, I told him my name and then he was off to greet other customers. As I was finishing up he asked if I wanted a to-go box, which I did since half of the meat was left over and most of the potatoes. At the counter I paid him and asked what days he worked. "I'm here first shift on weekends and holidays. Once summer starts though I'll be here Wednesday through Sundays, first shift. I'm always up early so it works well for me. Besides, my auntie owns the place," he said with a grin. I thanked him, tipped him 30% and said I'd see him the next morning. Thus started a friendship. We greeted each other by first name every time I came into the restaurant which was every Saturday and Sunday morning. I always ordered the same thing so generally he simply asked me how I wanted my eggs. I had switched things out a few times for scrambled. It took a while before the restaurant caught on so Lucky and I had plenty of time to chat and we got to know each other. I shared with him that I was a counselor of sorts and he thought that was very interesting. "I saw a counselor for a while after my parents died," he said. "I could probably still use some counseling." He didn't seem depressed at that statement, simply stating a fact. "I would be more than happy to help you out anytime you like Lucky," I said, meaning it. It wasn't a ploy either. At no time did I suspect that the boy was flirting with me. Honestly, I wasn't sure he even knew how to flirt. And I didn't flirt with him although from time to time I might share an off color joke or make a risqué comment but that was it. He laughed at the jokes and seemed to appreciate the comments. On one visit he seated me at my booth and I noticed that his zipper was beyond half mast, the white of his briefs visible. I pointed it out to him by nodding in that direction saying "tighty whities?" He chuckled and went to zip it up. "Darn thing is worse than my dog; always trying to get out." "Perhaps you need to let it out more often," I suggested. "No place to go," he said immediately. "Poor boy," I responded. "No kidding," he said and headed off but turned his head and winked at me, a toothy grin on his face. That was as close to anything sexual as we had gotten so far. As time went on the place became busier and required more wait staff but Lucky was my boy and I was his customer and that was that. As time went on he shared more and more of his life; the death of his parents in a car accident when he was 8, having to live first with an aunt and uncle who were less than kind to him, a foster home, and now with his aged great grandmother. He shared about his lack of friends which was a surprise to me given his personality. School let out for summer so I started eating breakfast at the restaurant 3-4 times a week. I switched out my meal from time to time in an effort to try other things but the meat lover's breakfast was my staple. Lucky continued engage me in conversation and things moved along nicely. The 4th of July came along and I discovered that he had no plans so I invited him to go with me to the city to watch the big fireworks display. The boy accepted and we had a great time. "I'm really glad that I got to know you Shawn," he said as we walked back to my car after the show. "I think of you as being my best friend." We were walking side by side so I draped my arm across his shoulders and told him I felt the same way. He snuggled in close and put his arm around my waist. There was nothing even remotely sexual about the encounter. It was simply a boy who had found an adult friend and mentor and a man willing to take on that role with no strings attached. About a week later I had gone down to Fred Meyer in a blinding summer rain storm and saw Lucky standing under an eave, water dripping off his clothing, his hair plastered to his head. "What's going on Lucky," I said. "Oh man Shawn I got caught in it." "No shit kid. How about we go to my house and toss your clothes in the dryer." Shivering, the boy nodded his head and I led him to my car, pulled a blanket from the trunk and put it on the seat for him then headed home. I put him in a bathroom and told him to strip down and I'd toss his clothes in the dryer. I gave the boy a huge bath towel to wrap up and a moment later he came out of the bathroom and we tossed his clothes, sneakers and all, into the dryer. I led him to my master bathroom and used a hand dryer to get his hair dried out, the boy allowing me to groom him. Back in the kitchen I offered some hot chocolate which he accepted gratefully. "Can I ask you a question Shawn?" "You know you can Lucky. What's up?" "Well, do men jack off?" In the past few weeks the topic of discussion was leaning more toward sex. "Sure they do; not as often as boys do but they do jack off." "How often do you do it?" I told him about once a week, sometimes I went longer sometimes more often. "No way could I go a week without doing it," he said. "Well, that's pretty typical for a boy." He murmured and nodded his head. "Did you ever do it in front of a girl?" I wondered where this was going. "No, not exactly. I've had girls jack me off as part of our sex play but I've never just jacked in front of girl." He nodded his head was quiet for a moment then went on. "I've kinda met this girl and we been talking about stuff and she asked me about sperm and jacking off and Stuff and she wants to watch me do it." "And," I asked him. As a boy I had been more than willing to show my cock to just about anybody that asked to see it, and some who didn't including the neighbor's dog. Just kidding, but you know what I mean. I had in fact played with plenty of boys which generally started out as show and tell. There had been some girls too and in fact I had fucked my first girl when I was a little younger than Lucky. She was the little sister of a friend of mine. He and I had been playing for some time when he revealed to me that he had been fucking her. She was a 9 year old cutie I have to say. So one thing led to another and we both fucked her after school one day but all of that is another story. "I don't know if I want to just haul it out, you know, and jack off. I mean, what if she doesn't want to let me see her pussy then tells everybody what I did? "I certainly understand your concern Lucky. I'd be a little hesitant myself." "Girls are weird sometimes Shawn. I don't understand them at all." "Welcome to the world of males," I said. We continued to talk a little more and he wanted to know if I'd ever had such an experience when I was his age. I told him about that first girl that I'd fucked and elected to tell him how it had come about. "You mean you played with boys too?" I nodded my head. "Boy play is very normal Lucky. It has more to do with being horny and wanting to get off than being gay. Most of the boys that I played with were dating girls by the time they were 15 years old and many of them were fucking girls. I know that most of them ended up getting married and having kids." "What did you do with them; did you suck each other's cocks and stuff?" I nodded my head and explained that a lot of it was jacking off together, jacking each other off and plenty of cock sucking. He asked about fucking and I was honest with him and said that I had done it as had most of the boys I had played with. The dryer announced the end of its cycle so I got up and brought Lucky's clothes back to him and dropped them on the sofa next to him. "You can use the bathroom if you want to Lucky." The boy surprise me by saying it wasn't necessary. "Not like I'm gonna show you my dick or anything," he said as he stood up. The boy was turned partially away from me as he dropped the towel as he grabbed his briefs so I caught a quick glimpse of the end of his cock before he turned his back to me. He looked to be a decent size. Watching a boy step in or out of underwear is very sexy to me and when he has an ass like Lucky did it was even better. Of course I got a nice, but short glimpse of his hairless balls hanging low between his legs before his briefs captured them. "Gosh warm underwear feels so good," he sighed and as he turned back toward me he shoved his hand inside to adjust his cock then cupped his stuff, holding the warm cloth against his most sensitive parts for just a moment.. "You got a terrific butt, you know that?" He smiled as he grabbed his t-shirt and allowed me to see his boy bulge which was very nice indeed. His cock was clearly outlined as it moved off and upward to his right side and I was sure that the boy was intact. The pouch of his balls underneath appeared quite tasty as well. "Do you think so," he said as he looked over his shoulder as if to see his own but and of course the move only pulled the fabric of his briefs tighter across his cock. I was a little surprised that he didn't say anything about a guy commenting on another guys' butt. Alas it was over too soon. As he tugged his t-shirt on, I admired his body, slender and well defined as nature intended, his belly taut and angling into his pubic bone and thus his briefs very nicely. "Well I guess I'll have to figure out what to do about Cheyenne seeing my dick," Lucky said as he tugged his jeans on, arranged his stuff again then buttoned up. Once he was dressed we headed out and I dropped him off at home. "Keep me posted on the situation Lucky," I said as we pulled up in front of his house. "I will," he said then he surprised me by leaning across the bench seat for a hug, which I gladly gave him. "I'm really glad I have you to talk to Shawn," he said, adding "thanks" to that as he got out of the truck. I watched him head up his walk way, checking out his butt and remembering what it looked like naked, then pulled away and went home to jack off thinking about it. Two days later at breakfast he asked if I could meet him when he got off work and I said sure. It was a Saturday and I had nothing else to do. I met him at 1 in the afternoon and Lucky climbed into my truck clearly excited. "I did it Shawn, I showed her my boner and jacked off in front of her, well, she jacked me off." He proceeded to tell me that they were at her house and that she repeated wanted to see his sperm. To facilitate that process the girl proceeded to pull her dress up to show that she wasn't wearing panties and showed the boy her pussy. "It was so cool. She only has a tiny bit of hairs around the top of the slit. Her pussy lips are all puffy and her clit thingy sort of pokes out." Lucky was groping his crotch as he told me then said, "Fuck I'm getting a boner just remembering it. Anyway I pulled my jeans and briefs down and my boner popped right out. We took all our clothes off and she let me rub her pussy and she felt on my cock and my balls and stuff. She was surprised to see I had a foreskin cuz she's never seen one on a boy. Gosh Shawn her pussy was soft and wet and stuff and she let me put a finger in her cunt hole and everything. She doesn't even have titties yet," he added. "After playing with my cock a little bit she wanted me to jack off and shoot my sperm for her but I told she could do it she wanted to. She said she didn't know how so I showed her then she did. Fuck it was incredible having somebody else jack my cock. I see now why boys do it to each other." That was the first time I'd heard lucky curse. "Anyway it didn't take very long before I squirted. My sperm shot all the way to my face I was so hotted up. Another squirt went to my chest and the last of it went onto my belly. Cheyenne said it was way cool to watch and kept jacking me until no more sperm came out. Then she wiped some of my sperm up and tasted it then wiped some more up and put on her pussy and rubbed it into her clit thing. My cock was still are hard from watching her. She fingered her cunt hole and started moaning and stuff then she started shaking and stuff and said she was cumming. I didn't know that girls had cums Shawn, is that true?" He didn't wait for an answer. "God my cock is so hard right now Shawn. I want to fuck her so bad." So then he told me about her wanting to see him with another boy and do boy sex. "So does that mean she is going to let the other boy fuck her too," I asked him. Crazy as it sounds that hadn't even occurred to the boy, so concerned was he about burying his young cock into a cunt for the first time. "Shit I didn't even think about that. I don't know. I guess so." I asked him what he thought about that and he shrugged his shoulders. "It's not like she's my girlfriend or anything so I guess it would cool. Might be fun watching somebody fuck her." I told him there were plenty of things 3 people could do together so yes, a 3 way with another boy might be lots of fun. Lucky continued to work his crotch and my seeing it as I drove didn't go unnoticed by the boy. "Gosh I really want to cum Shawn. My boner is so fucking hard." His voice had deepened so I knew that he was fairly well up into a fog of hotness. "Well, feel free to do it then Lucky, I don't mind." "Do it in front of you? Here in the truck?" Clearly he hadn't thought about that. I nodded my head and said sure. He paused a second then said, "Will you do it with me?" I though my heart would burst at the notion of jacking off with the kid so I said sure. We were only a few blocks from a former grocery store, now long empty. There were no other buildings close by so I drove there and parked the truck on the side of the building with the truck backed in. The windows on my truck are heavily tinted and we had a clear view on 3 sides. I shoved the bench seat all the way back but it was still a little close behind the steering wheel so I slid over next to Lucky. In tandem we unbuttoned then slid our jeans and briefs down to our knees and pulled our shirts up. The kid was fucking glorious, no kidding. Lucky sported close to 6 inches of rock hard cock that seemed to me to be moderately thick. Below that hung a gorgeous set of totally smooth balls (ever seen boy balls that weren't gorgeous) of a medium size. A small tuft of dark blonde hair crept out from underneath the base of his boyhood pride and joy and I could see a bit of shininess on top of his cock head which was peeking out from under its fleshy hat. Lucky immediately pushed his cock upright for my inspection while he stared at my cock. "You got a big one Shawn," he said in a husky voice. I wouldn't call myself big but at 7¼ cut inches I was above average and to a boy I suppose it was big. I had good sized balls as well. I kept my balls shaved and my moss trimmed so I supposed that everything looked bigger. "Well you've got a beautiful cock Lucky," I told him. Without asking I reached over to take hold of it and the boy allowed me to do so. He sighed heavily and let his head fall back against the headrest as I gently stroked him. "God Lucky I really want to suck your cock. Seriously. Do you mind?" The boy shook his head and said okay. I leaned down and placed my mouth over him and began sucking him, sliding his foreskin back so I could get at the head then sliding it back up so I could suck on the nipple of flesh. "Oh shit Shawn," he groaned, "that feels awesome." I kept my mouth on his cock and bobbed my head while my hand began to fondle and play with his balls which earned me another groan. I didn't keep it up very long because he said he was going to cum if I didn't stop, not that I had a problem with letting him sperm in my mouth, no sir, no problem at all. Still, I stopped and sat up and looked at the boy. Lucky looked right at me, his eyes mostly closed in lust, and said that was the best thing ever. "Can I try it on you?" Like I would ever refuse any boy that wanted to suck my cock. He leaned over and took hold of my cock. "Gosh it's so hard and so warm and stuff." He leaned down and surprised me by first licking the precum off the head before placing his mouth over it and began to suck me. For a boy who had never done it before he did a splendid job although in all honestly any time a boy sucks your cock it's good, no matter what, even if he scrapes a little. Lucky didn't scrape one bit. Lucky finally sat up. "I need to cum Shawn." I asked him if I could do the honors and he nodded his head. Luck shoved his clothing to his ankles, slouched down in the seat a little more and spread his legs. God what a sight he was. I took hold of his raging hard cock and began jacking him off, sliding his foreskin back and forth over his swollen, red tinged cock head. He had his shirt pulled all the way to his neck and was gently rubbing his belly, his chest and his nipples, all the while moaning. It didn't take long. "Fuck I'm gonna cum," he blurted out. I kept his foreskin retracted and a second later felt his cock thicken and then a small stream of sperm shot up onto his chest followed closely by a second one that landed at his belly button. From there is started to ooze so I put my mouth over the end and got the rest of his sperm and discovered that it was not yet the bleachy tasting sperm that he would begin producing before long. I knew enough to not continue too much movement on his sensitive cock head so stayed still until I was sure that he was finished. I took my mouth away then licked up the sperm on his belly then cleaned it off of his chest as well. "Why did you do that Shawn," he asked when I was finished. I explained that I liked the sperm of a young boy then asked if he tasted his own cum and he nodded his head. "You've been with boys a lot haven't you?" I nodded my head and decided to be honest with him. "I prefer boys your age to girls any day of the week Lucky. I've been like that all my life." He seemed to digest that information. "But you haven't tried to do anything with me. How come?" "Because you have never given me any indication that was something you would be interested in and unless I get some sort of signal or sign I never ever try to do something with a boy. I think that is very disrespectful to a boy and I won't even suggest it." "I understand. Now that we have I sorta wish that we did something before. This was awesome fun. Are you gonna cum now Shawn?" I nodded my head, shoved my clothes to my ankles and proceeded to jack off. Lucky asked me if I wanted him to do it but I said it would probably take forever but he could play with my balls or something. Lucky moved over a little and began to play with my balls much as I had done to him. "They're so soft," he murmured. I maneuvered a hand to his crotch and played with his balls and his still hard cock a little bit so it didn't take as long as I thought it would. Within about a minute I was spewing cum out like a fire hose, shooting big globs of the gooey stuff onto my chest, my belly and then letting it run down into my pubic hair. Needless to say Lucky found that fascinating and even scooped some up and tasted it, declaring it sort of sour. I retrieved a small towel from the door pocket of the truck and cleaned myself off then made sure that Lucky was cleaned off as well. "Gosh my dick is still hard Shawn." "Do you want to cum again," I asked him and he nodded his head. Unfortunately a car pulled around the end of the building some 100 feet away so we quickly pulled our clothing into place and I began to back out before it got to where we were at. It was a local security guy so I rolled my window down as we pulled alongside each other. "Everything okay," he asked and I nodded my head. "Just a discussion about how to change some behavioral issues," I said and he nodded his head, thinking it was my kid and rolled away. "I forgot to tell you that Cheyenne wants to meet you Shawn." I glanced at him with a questioning look on my face and asked why. "Well I told her about you, how you were pretty much my best friend and how you've helped me out with stuff. I hope that's okay." I allowed as how it was fine. "You know what," he said with a little excitement in his voice. "No, what?" I responded. "Since Cheyenne wants to watch me do stuff with another boy maybe I could do it with you."