Date: Fri, 15 Jan 2021 01:55:10 +0000 From: Tex Colorado Subject: A More Perfect Union 2 Disclaimer: the following is a fictional story that contains sex between adults and minors. The characters and events only exist in my imagination. If this is not legal for you, please stop reading. Thank you to everyone who reached out with encouragement about the first installment. I've had a great time interacting with you. If you would like to provide feedback or discuss anything, email me at texcolorado@protonmail.com The structure of this story really means that each chapter can stand alone. If you didn't read part one, it's not required before reading this part, but reading the introduction may help to understand the concept. Lastly, please consider donating to the archive at donate.nifty.org Thanks! A More Perfect Union 2 By Tex Colorado Alaska ******* If you read my previous encounter, you may remember that I had been in a dry spell when I met Ben in `bama, who was generous enough to get me back on the horse. Well Alaska was a different story. It happened about three years earlier and I was on a hot streak, so to speak. Having so much success, I started to feel like I could get any boy that I wanted. That's where my mind was when I had to travel to Anchorage to work on a minor contract with an oil supplier. This will likely not come as a surprise, but it was very cold. Anchorage is surprisingly mild, at least to my expectations, but it was mid-winter and it was "stay inside" weather. Wanting to get out of my hotel room my first night in town, I decided to go sit by the indoor pool and get some work done. I'd be lying if I didn't say that I was hoping to find some eye candy there. To enter the pool you had to go through a men's shower area with a separate door to the large single person bathroom. Everything was dated, including the worn tile, and yellowed doors. When I entered the pool deck it was much the same, an old, rectangular pool with a narrow deck and a few plastic lounge chairs. I immediately saw that the only other patrons were two boys, one about fifteen and the other about 10, both with darker skin and black hair, most likely Inuit. I sat close enough to see them, but far enough to not be creepy. By the way they interacted, it became clear that they were brothers, the older sitting on a chair and typing on his phone while his brother splashed around and desperately tried to get some attention, doing cannonballs and flips off of the side. His brother couldn't be bothered, and finally picked up a call on his phone. While the older boy talked, the younger started to glance my way when he would perform his antics. Despite my recent success, I didn't see myself getting these boys in bed, but it was still fun to make eye contact and smile as the little kid tried so hard to entertain me. He was slim but not emaciated and when he jumped out to prepare his next dive, it was a gorgeous sight as the water cascaded down his lean torso. He was athletic, and enjoyed doing both forward and back flips off of the side, several times standing directly on the "No Diving" sign inlaid in the concrete pool deck. "Just come to the pool, please?" the older boy said to whoever was on the other end of the call, "Where? Ok when? Now? Um, yeah, that's cool, I'll be right there." The younger boy heard the same and turned to his brother. "You can't leave me here alone, I'll tell mom," the boy said. "No you won't," his brother ordered, "don't be a baby, you can take care of yourself. I'll be back in an hour," he informed the younger boy, then put his shirt and slides on and walked out of the pool, leaving his brother looking at me sheepishly. Once the teen was out of earshot, I broke the ice by telling the young boy, "My brother was an asshole too," hoping that the swearing may open things up, it was always worth a try. He looked shocked for the briefest of moments, then laughed into his hand as if he thought that he shouldn't. "Where's he going anyway that he's abandoning you?" I asked, trying to start a conversation. "He met a girl right after we moved here," the boy said, "he's always with her now, no time for me," he threw in, sounding dejected, "he used to play with me all of the time. I really hate her." "Well, that happens when you go through puberty," I told him, trying to make anything to do with sex seem normal and appropriate to discuss (and eventually explore!). "That's when girls start being more interesting than friends, or little brothers," I added with a wink. "Did you say that you just moved here?" I asked to keep the conversation going. He had been hanging on the wall about ten feet from my while we talked, but ended up relaxing and climbing out again. His suit had started to sag in the back, and the delicate sway of his buttocks as they met his lower back was starting to be visible above his waistband, the dimple that represented the beginning of his crack was just starting to reveal itself. "Yeah, we moved from Utqiagvik, from Barrow I mean," he told me, "white people don't know the right name," he explained, "My mom got a job here in Anchorage and they're letting us stay at this hotel until our apartment is ready." He had moved to within a couple of feet of me as he told me the situation. "How long have you been here?" I asked him. "Just three days," he answered. "And your brother's already got a girl? Wow!" I feigned amazement, "That's pretty impressive." As he stood out of the water he started to shiver, "Are you cold, do you want me to dry you off?" I offered thinking that I could only be so lucky. "Ya, yeah," he answered and ran to his chair to grab a dry towel, returned and handed it to me. Acting as if it was the most normal thing in the world, I stood up and started with his long dark hair. I love boys who look shaggy, and this boy had the all around length that causes him to constantly brush or shake it out of his eyes. Moving to his shoulders, I used a firm grip through the towel to do as much massaging as I was doing drying. This boy started to get a little loose in his stance, allowing his body to rock in response to the pressure from my hands. Then I opened the towel and wrapped it around him, rubbing his arms and upper body through the thin hotel towel. "These aren't very big," I observed, then went to grab him another, "Here, sit down," I told him when I returned. He sat on my chair with the towel still wrapped around his upper body, and I used the other to cover his legs. Then I sat down on the chair with him and drew my arm across his shoulders and was overjoyed when he leaned into me. "Thanks, Mr., uh," he paused when he realized that he didn't know my name. "I'm Brian," I told him, "what's your name?" "Everybody calls me Junior, because I'm named after my dad," he told me and looked down at his feet. "Is your dad here too?" I asked. "No, he left, last year, that's why we're here," he admitted and looked at me for reassurance, "he's actually an asshole," he surprised me by saying. "I'm sorry about that, things will get better," I told him. Realizing that this wasn't the most innocent position if someone came in, I asked, "So you know for sure that your brother isn't coming back?" Junior looked down again and said, "No, not with her, he'll be a long time." Then he looked up at me with a slight smirk, "Do you know what they do?" "What do you mean?" I asked him, not sure what we were talking about. He lowered his head and said quietly, "They get naked together," and then he giggled and covered his mouth. "You've seen them?" I asked. "Yeah," he answered slowly, "and you know what they do?" I hoped that I did, but answered, "No, what do they do?" "He puts his pee pee in her mouth," he whispered, "and he acts all crazy and moans and stuff!" I was shocked and lucky at this admission, and asked him, "Do you know why he moans like that?" Junior slowly shook his head no. "Because it feels incredible," I told him. "But why does she do it?" he asked. "She does it because it's fun, and because it feels nice to make someone feel good," I explained, "can I tell you a secret?" I asked in a whisper. Junior looked at me with his widened eyes and nodded slowly. "I like it too," I said vaguely. He let this sink in, "You like to put it in a girls mouth?" he finally asked. Now was my time, "I like when someone puts it in their mouth, but it doesn't have to be a girl," I said and paused for him to process what that meant, "For me, I prefer if it's not a girl," I finally continued, "and you know what else?" I whispered again. "What?" he said softly. "I like to put them in my mouth," I stated bluntly. Junior just stared. Twice he made a quick adjustment to his groin, and two other times he glanced between my legs. "Why do you like it?" he finally asked. "Because it's fun," I said, "because it's a little naughty," I added, drawing a small grin from the ten year-old, "and because I like to make boys feel good." "Boys?" he asked. "Like, little boys? Or grown-ups?" "Well, I like grown-ups fine," I told him, "but what I really like are boys not men," I admitted, "cute boys like you," I threw in, my confidence in his interest was running very high. "You would put mine in your mouth?" he asked in amazement, "But mine's really little, my brothers is huge," he told me. "I like them little, they're more fun," I explained, and then decided to push things farther, "Do you want to try?" I asked, ratcheting up the situation by an extra five steps. "I don't want it in my mouth," he replied immediately with a disgusted look. "No, I know that," I said, through I had my doubts once things progressed, "I mean that I could do it to you. We could go in the bathroom, it's really private, especially if your brother isn't going to be back for 45 minutes," I offered with a raised eyebrow. The boy sat quietly, but didn't move away. In fact, as we talked he had leaned more and more against me. He looked at me again, our faces inches apart, "You want to put my wiener in your mouth?" he asked, sounding incredulous. "Yup," I told him cheerily, "and I guarantee that you'd love it," I threw in, trying to sound like it was the most normal thing on earth. "Nawww," he said with a big smile, "no way, you're silly," he said, good natured but not biting. It was time for the ultimatum. "Ok, well, I'm going to go to the bathroom," I explained, "it's up to you if you want to join me," I said, leaving the ball in his court. When I started to get up, I made a casual sweep across his body, my fingertips just touching his bathing suit and towel covered crotch, and I was pleased to feel a rigid little pole tenting his covering. I smiled at him knowingly, then finished getting up and walked into the shower area, then into the single bathroom. Would he follow? Well, it's this simple: Does he have a penis? Then he'll follow. To make things interesting, I decided to stand at the toilet while I waited for him to build up the courage, extracted my hard cock and pretended to take a piss. When I finally heard the knob start to turn I made sure that he got an eyeful before I lined my boner up vertically and trapped it under the waistband. There was no way that it was going down until I came, so this was the least obvious way. "You've got a big dick!" he blurted out in surprise as the heavy door clicked closed. It seemed that maybe my young friend wasn't as innocent as his "pee pee" and "wiener" euphemisms from earlier may indicate. I reached past him and locked the door. "It's average," I told him, "I just have an erection," then I paused to look at the cute boy, "I'm really glad that you decided to join me," I said with a smile, "I think that we're going to have so much fun. Are you excited?" For the first time I saw the gleam in his eye, the one that all boys get when they know that they're doing something dirty. "Yeah," he answered quietly, "can you show me it again?" he asked, his head pointed down but his eyes looking up at me. It wasn't time to play dumb, I placed my thumbs in the waistband of my suit and lifted it away from my body in order to clear my stiff cock. Junior's eyes were glued to my groin as my erection came into view when I slowly revealed myself before hauling my balls out of my suit and hooked the waistband under them. Junior just stared and I took the opportunity to run my hand up and down my shaft, slowly jerking off. "Do you like it?" I asked, knowing that it was cheesy but fitting the situation. Junior nodded, "Uh, huh," he answered, his eyes never leaving my cock. "You can touch it if you'd like," I told him, and he looked me in the eyes finally. "Um, I don't think so," he said reluctantly. I responded by pulling my suit back up and covering myself. I wanted him to understand, it was fine if he didn't want to play, but then he didn't get to see what he wanted. "Can I see?" I asked as kindly as possible, to which he nodded and reached for the tie that ran on the outside of his suit, but I gently touched his shoulder and said, "No, let me do it," then proceeded to get down on my knees in front of the boy. During my journey downward I didn't take my hand off of him, instead letting my fingers run down his smooth, flat chest and over his flat abdomen until I reached my target; the thick white string holding his shorts up on his narrow hips. He had giggled nervously as I touched his soft skin, then held his breath as I pulled the string to undo the bow. It was cinched tight, and the release of pressure caused the loose fitting swim trunks to fall right off of the little boy. As the suit dropped, it caught almost imperceptibly on his small semi-hard dick, before collapsing down his legs and pooling at his feet. His cute cock was only about two inches long and pointed straight out from his body. He was completely hairless, and his small, tight scrotum looked like a single unit as it was pulled up tight to his groin from the cold water and clammy swimsuit. I ran my hands up his cool, firm thighs, raising goosebumps as my fingertips tickled his skin until I reached his tight sack, finally caressing the walnut-shaped package, causing him to flex and his staff to fully erect, pointing almost straight up and pulsing, now a proud three inches of slim boy meat. When I slid my fingertips up his smooth, marble-smooth shaft, he watched intently, no longer giggly as I stroked up to the intact head of his small penis. The foreskin easily retracted and his cockhead was clean with a delightful sheen to it and a smooth texture. Again I was left to wonder if this boy was not as innocent as he claimed, at the very least retracting and washing his little boy bits. I looked up at his serious face and asked, "Does that feel nice?" as I slowly traced my fingertips along the shaft, stopping occasionally to rub my thumb across the head. Junior smiled and nodded his head, "It feels really good, thanks," he offered comically. If he was already thanking me for this, he was in for a real treat in a few moments! I stroked his dick a few more times, then offered to move to the main event. "Do you want me to suck you now?" I asked, putting the decision and responsibility firmly in his hands. He smiled and nodded rapidly. "Yes," he said excitedly, "please?" he added in a voice that was almost pleading. I smiled briefly, then aimed his adorable spear at my mouth and slid my lips over the knob and let his small shaft slide all of the way into me. Wrapping my tongue around the underside of his penis, I looked up and saw a wondrous, awed and joyful look on the sexy young boy's face. It took about three bobs of my head until he raised his hands and placed them on my head, encouraging me to suck faster and harder, even bucking his hips slightly to meet me. Letting him fall out of my mouth, I asked, "What do you think?" "It's awesome!" he spit out, "Don't stop, please, I want to get the feeling." This surprised me; as I'd begun to suspect, this kid was a little more knowledgeable than he let on. Had he been pursuing me the whole time? I wouldn't put anything past a horny boy. "How do you know about the feeling?" I asked. He looked like he was caught, and stuttered, "M-my b-brother told me, and I saw him cum," he tried to explain, "and I started to do it in bed. It's nice, I'm sorry." I laughed, "That's normal, you don't have to be sorry," I explained while I fingered his soft ballsack, "but if you want me to give you the feeling, you have to do something for me," I said, laying out the rules of the game. "What do I have to do?" he asked apprehensively. I stood up and replied with a question, "What do you want to do?" Junior looked up at me, confused but smiling, his sweet young body on display, his dick glistening with my saliva. Then he started to reach out to me, his eyes locked on mine as his fingertips made contact with the thin material over my still hard prick. "That's it, kiddo," I groaned as he applied more pressure and wrapped his little fist around the hidden shape of my cock, "take what you want, you can do anything that you like." There were two possibilities, he could freeze and I'd have some work to do, or, as I was starting to suspect was the more likely outcome, he'd go for it, exploring a man for the first time. He had been staring at my covered erection, "It's bigger than my brother's," he said, then looked up into my eyes. "Have you touched his?" I asked. He was quiet, but started to move his fist over me, then said, "Yes, but just two times. Plus, he won't let me anymore." Now things were getting clearer, "So you like touching him, do you like touching me?" I asked, "because you can touch me all that you want." The child nodded and I instructed him, "Take it out, Junior, take my cock out." He didn't hesitate now, but instead pulled the suit out from my body with his left hand and reached in with his right to haul my penis out. I helped him to push my shorts down while he masturbated my rock-hard dick. His touch was confident, and he stood slightly to the side to have space to jerk me while standing. He only came up to my chest, so it was possible for him to do it that way, but finally he tired and dropped to the ground in front of me, my cock now above him. Looking down on his shaggy black hair as he stared at my manhood, mesmerized by the phallus while his small hand sent chills coursing through me, the boy squeezing hard and tugged at my cock. His face was inches from the wet head as he unwittingly milked precum from me. I touched his cheek and took hold of my shaft, pointing it toward the boy, I said, "It's ok, you can do it," I said as he looked up to me, "I can tell that you want to," and I coaxed him with my hand gently behind his head applying slight pressure to urge him forward. "If you lick me, I'll give you the feeling," I offered. The horny boy's desire got the better of him, and he eagerly leaned forward, his small tongue extending from his lips until I felt the delicious wet tip dig right into my slit as if he was hunting for my salty precum. I groaned as he licked around the head and then slid his little tongue up and down my entire shaft. I caressed the child's warm cheek as he orally worshiped my penis, then leaned back, looked up at me with a naughty smile and said, "Ok, I licked you, now make me have the feeling!" A deal was a deal, so I helped the boy to his feet and turned him around so that his back was against the long vanity, then lifted him up so that his naked butt was flat on the cool marble. His proud nail was still steel-hard. I got on my knees and leaned forward while I spread his legs wide and took his scrotum into my mouth, savoring the sponginess of his boy balls, and watching him squirm under my active tongue. Junior seemed very excited, so I didn't anticipate much time before his immature climax. Engulfing his cock, I began a quick pace, working to get him off quickly since we were running out of alone time. Knowing that a post orgasmic boy wouldn't have any interest in helping me get off, I was taking care of myself, stroking my cock in time to my sucking lips. Junior had his head thrown back and was panting hard as I worked to please him. With his entire dick in my mouth, my non-stroking hand was free to explore his upper body, starting at the fatty mound above his cock that would sport pubic hair in just a few short years, but was currently baby smooth. Straying farther, I ran up his taut abdomen on my way to massaging his slim chest and tweaking his nickel-sized nipples. As he grew closer to orgasm, he clasped one hand over mine, holding it to his chest while he clenched his butt in an attempt to thrust into me from his seated position. "Uh, uh, uh," he panted, his little body becoming lost in his passion. The feel of his smooth shaft coming to life inside me had me approaching my own point of no return. Suddenly his eyes clenched tight and he cried out, "Oh!" and I felt his little boyhood swell and the tip begin to flex, hitting the roof of my mouth over and over as it worked to expel his non-existent seed. Feeling him going off inside me was the final straw, and I let out a bellow as my orgasm hit me. I felt my balls retract and my asshole clench as I froze, my body wracked by the spasms of my climax and the first shot of semen bolted out of my cock and straight onto Junior's dangling foot. The next two shots joined the first as I painted his toes with my cum before it turned into a dribble and drooled onto his swimsuit that was sitting on the floor below us. The two of us took a few moments to recover, Junior the first to come back to reality and say, "You got cum all over my feet!" he laughed, "and on my suit, too!" he observed when he saw the white globs on the black material. "I'll rinse it out," I promised and stood up and told him, "that was amazing, I hope that you liked it." "That was wicked!" he blurted, "I loved it." "Can I have a hug?" I asked, already standing between his legs as both of our cocks deflated. Junior smiled and held his arms open. I wrapped him in my arms, and relished the incredible feeling of his soft, young skin against my own. "Thanks, kiddo," I said, "I'll never forget you," and Junior laid his head against me, staying like that for several moments before we finally parted, cleaned up and I returned the sexy boy to the pool, the smile never leaving his face.