Date: Mon, 01 Feb 2021 20:39:46 +0000 From: dcw_ofhs90@protonmail.com Subject: A Tween Dream A Tween Dream By DCW DISCLAIMER: This story is pure fiction; it was merely thought up in my head and written down, and never happened in real life. It contains subject matter involving alternative lifestyles. I hope you enjoy reading it. It is intended for mature readers who are 18+. If you are offended by this subject matter, or if this is illegal to read where you live, please leave now. Please help support Nifty with a donation! It's free to use, but it's not free to operate. Please, donate today! Donate easily and securely at https://donate.nifty.org Every little bit helps! Gay, Adult-Youth, M/b, oral Comments and feedback are always welcome! E-mail to dcw_ofhs90@protonmail.com "Oh, for fuck sakes, who can be calling me so early," I think to myself, as my phone is ringing. As I glance over at my alarm clock, which failed to go off, I can barely see the time without my glasses on... "Damn! Ten o'clock! I overslept!" I say to myself. "Hello?" I say, answering my phone. "Hey, Ben, it's Susan, across the hall...say, I'm in a real pinch here. My boss called and needs me to come in tonight to work the third shift and I can't find anyone who can watch Ethan...the babysitter is sick and I just can't find anyone. You're my last hope...can Ethan stay with you tonight while I'm at work?" She really did sound desperate, and she's always been a good neighbor ever since I moved to Milwaukee almost a year ago. I've always thought Ethan was a cutie... "Ummm, yeah, sure, no problem. From what time to what time?" I inquired, no wanting to sound too excited about babysitting her cute-as-a-button 11 year old son. "I have to work from 11:00 tonight until 7:00 in the morning, but he should really be in bed by 9:00. How about if I bring him over at about 8:30?" Susan suggested. "Okay, that's fine," I confirmed. It's not like they're far away; same building, same floor, just across the hall. I was planning on hanging out with some friends at the bar tonight - hey, that's what 22 year olds do, right? But I guess I'll save my money and help out a neighbor at the same time. Plus I'll get to spend some quality time with cute little Ethan! I didn't really have much set in stone for the day, as I had the day off, but I did have a decent list of things I wanted to try to get done. Throughout the day, the clock seemed to slow down, as I was getting kind of excited for Ethan's arrival. I made sure to pick up a little snack for Ethan, as my mom always gave me a little something to eat before bedtime. We called it my "treat," and it was something like a handful of chips and a cookie, or something like that. Finally, 8:30 arrives, and I hear a knock on my door. "Wow, you couldn't be more on time," I say as I open my door. "I like being on time," said Susan, "I learned it growing up and it's something I've always thought was important." Looking down at Ethan, she gives him a little peck on the cheek, saying, "now, you be good, and do everything Mr Ben says, okay?" "Okay, mom," replied Ethan, in his high-pitched, soprano voice. My God, even his voice is cute! Ready to leave her precious little cutie with me, Susan turns to me and says, "Thank you so much, Ben...you're a lifesaver!" Reaching out to Ethan, putting my arm across his shoulders as he stands next to me at about 5 feet tall, I say, "Don't worry about us guys, we'll be just fine. See you in the morning!" Closing my door, throwing my arms straight up, I turn to Ethan and say, "okay, buddy, mom's gone...no rules!!! WOO HOO!!!" Ethan, with a puzzled look on his face and huge eyes, looks up at me and says, "really?" "No, I'm just kidding," I reply, "but we'll have fun, just us guys. Your mom wants you in bed in a half an hour, but I'll give you a little something to eat before bed, okay? Wanna watch TV until bedtime?" "Okay, Mr Ben. You got Netflix?" asks Ethan. "Yeah, just pull it up on the Roku and search for what you want to watch," I say, heading into the kitchen to put his snack on a plate. As I return to the living room, Ethan has already found the show Some Assembly Required; a perfect show for a boy his age. Sitting the plate down next to him, I declare, "okay, here's a snack fit for a king...pretzels and an ice cream sandwich." "Yum, thanks, Ben," said Ethan. Not only is he easy on the eyes, but he's polite, too. Obviously, Susan has done a good job raising him. I do wonder, however, where Ethan's dad is; I've never seen a father around. "None of my business," I think to myself. As nine o'clock comes, I turn to Ethan, saying, "okay buddy, time for bed. Your mom wants you in bed at nine." "Ugh," grumbled Ethan, "I'm not a little kid anymore. I should be able to stay up until, like, ten. My friend Kyle can." "Well, your bedtime is up to your mom; not either one of us. Now, let's go..." I say, leaning over, offering a piggyback ride. More low grumbles under his breath, "okay," he says. He's certainly not happy about bedtime, but cheerfully accepts my piggyback ride to the spare bedroom. Luckily, I have an old twin bed in my spare bedroom where Ethan can sleep. "Wait a minute, kiddo, your mom didn't give me any pajamas for you," I said. Stripping down to his underwear, he says, "that's okay, I sleep in my boxers anyway." I open up his bed, which I made earlier, and tap my hand on the mattress, with soft fresh sheets, and Ethan jumps in. Tucking him in nice and tight, little Ethan looks snug as a bug in a rug, and cute as a button. Giving him a little brush across his soft forehead, I look down at him and say, reasuringly, "Good night, little buddy, I'll be in the other room if you need anything, okay?" Looking impossibly precious, Ethan looks up at me, and simply says, "okay, Ben." I go back out to the living room and turn the TV back on. I'm not used to having a kid around, and I keep the volume super low, so I can can hear Ethan if he needs me. At 9:30, I sneak down the hall and peek in. Ethan is sound asleep, lightly sawing logs. At 10:30, same thing. Finally, at 11:00, I decide to head to bed myself. I strip down to my boxer briefs and a t-shirt, plug my phone in to charge, and lay my head down on the soft pillow. As I get into position on my side for a nice, cozy slumber, Ethan runs in my bedroom saying, "Ben! Ben! I just had a nightmare! I'm scared, can I sleep with you?" That's an offer I can't resist! Opening up my blankets, I say, "sure, little buddy, you can lay down right here." Ethan lays down with his back up against me, and we lay "spoon style." His soft little body fits like a glove next to mine. He's radiating heat, and warms me and my bed up quickly. I reach around him, pulling his body into mine, nice and tight. It feels amazing to have him so close to me in my bed. "You're safe now, little buddy," I whisper into his ear. His smooth skin is something I simply cannot resist. It's so soft, so silky smooth. I begin running my fingers through his short, blonde hair, as I plant little kisses on his right ear, then down to his right cheek, and then down to his neck. "Do you love me?" asks Ethan. "Well, I like you. I like you a lot. You're a very good boy," I reply, "why do you ask?" "Because when you kiss somebody that means that you love them," he said. "Oh! Well...I like you a whole lot, and I'm just trying to make you feel nice and safe. Is that okay?" I inquire. "Yes, it feels good," said Ethan. Taking this as Ethan's consent, I continue. Running my right hand underneath the blankets, I find his flat, smooth chest, and I begin lightly caressing. "That tickles!" said Ethan. I'm not exactly trying to tickle him, so I apply a little more pressure against his skin so it doesn't tickle. That works; as I brush past his right nipple, it's erect enough to cut glass. My sensual touch has managed to get this 11 year old quite aroused! Moving down, I continue my erogenous caress down across his belly, from side to side, circling around his shallow belly button. "Are you okay with how I'm touching you?" I whisper in Ethan's right ear. "Yes, Mr Ben, it feels a little funny but it feels good," Ethan responded. My hand reaches the waistband of Ethan's boxers, and I continue down to the opening, where I find a small, hard penis, sticking straight out of the opening. Ethan's body flinches slightly as I take his small circumcised penis between my thumb and index finger and begin sliding the skin up and down the rigid three-inch shaft. "Your penis is really hard," I whisper in his right ear. "It gets that way sometimes. I don't know why," replied Ethan. "It gets that way when you really like someone. Mine is hard, too," I said. "Does that mean you really like me?" Ethan inquired. "Yes, Ethan, I really like you. I like you a lot!" I replied. I then slide my hand underneath his elastic waistband and lower his boxers down his legs and off. I slide my own boxer briefs and t-shirt off. We are now both totally nude. I guide Ethan to lay on top of me. The feeling of our nude bodies - man and boy - rubbing together is like sending electricity through me. I wrap both arms around his nude little body, which is about two-thirds the size of mine, running my hands up and down his backside. I cup his soft little buns in each hand, and as I seperate his globes, I run a finger up and down his crack. Finding the opening of his tight, little virgin hole, I carefully and very slowly work my finger just inside. His three-inch cock is poking straight into my six-inch cock, and feels amazing as they grind together. I don't think I've ever had a more rock-hard erection as I do now; I find this little boy so incredibly sexy...so soft and innocent...so boyish...so desireable. After a few minutes of grinding our bodies and cocks together, I have him sit up on me, facing me. Taking hold of each hip, I guide him forward to sit on my chest, positioning my head between his silky-smooth legs. I now have a perfect, hairless, erect three-inch tween cock, with two immature, marble-sized balls mere inches from my mouth. The boy-scent coming from his boy-parts is beyond imaginable. First, I take my tongue and lick each heavenly little ball. They feel like satin as Ethan now begins to slide a few inches closer to my tongue, which is now stimulating his most private organs. He's definitely liking this, I can tell, as he begins to kneel above my head with his boy-parts hovering just above my face. Talk about a view! Moving my head up a little higher, I take his impossibly hard three-incher in my mouth, while reaching around his backside, squeezing his little buns. This sends Ethan into another dimension, as he lets out a little squeak. I can tell that this is the first time Ethan's little cock has ever been inside a mouth, and he can't believe the feeling. Looking up, I can see his head tilted back, his mouth hanging open; Ethan is in a complete state of euphoria as my mouth closes in on his delicious tween cock, and my lips soon arrive at his hairless, juvenile pubis. I move underneath Ethan's little hairless ball sack, thoroughly kissing and licking his smooth taint. After enjoying his taint for a bit, I move back up to his balls for a moment, and then again back to his cock. Before taking his turgid tube of boy flesh back into my mouth, I look up and say, "Ethan, it might start to feel like you have to pee, but you really won't pee, so just let it happen, okay?" After Ethan nods in acknowledgement, I take his young rigid cock back in my mouth, bobbing up and down on the thin, small shaft. Fondling and playing with his tiny balls, I continue sucking his cock. Shortly, his body begins to slightly shudder, his legs begin squirming while my head keeps them seperated, my mouth working its magic on his boyhood. I look up at his cute face, and his eyes are opening wider and wider, his mouth gaping open, his breathing becomes accelerated, as his young mind is trying to process these brand new feelings in his groin. As Ethan begins to moan slightly, I can feel his eleven year old cock begin to quiver and pulsate between my stimulating lips; he's experiencing the first dry orgasm of his young life. As Ethan's breathing returns to normal, he looks down at me, eyes still huge, and says, "Ben, what was that?" "You just had a dry cum, buddy," I inform him, "and now you're gonna see me have a wet cum," as I slide him off me and to my side. Keeping Ethan close to my body, I wrap my right arm around his nude body, and he rests his little head on my chest. He watches me jack my cock with interest and curiosity, unsure what's going to happen or exactly why I'm doing what I'm doing. I'm so completely aroused from the feeling of Ethan having his first orgasm in my mouth, and having this nude tween cutie laying so closely by my side, that it won't take me long to blow my load. Not even one minute later, I pull Ethan closer and tighter to my side, saying, "here it comes, buddy!" and I have the strongest, most intense orgasm of my 22 year life. Warm semen shoots out of my cock like a cannon, showering both of us with sticky, white fluid, as I kiss Ethan on the top of his head. After my breathing becomes somewhat normal, Ethan looks up at me and said, "did you just pee on us?" Such an innocent question makes me laugh. "No, buddy" I reply, "that's sperm. I had the same feeling you just did, but sperm comes out of me because I'm older. You'll start shooting sperm in about a year or two." "Yuck! I don't want sperm shooting out of my penis," declared Ethan. "Well, that's just part of growing up, kiddo," I said, "let's jump in the shower and rinse off together." In the shower, I lathered Ethan up with soap, really so I could feel every square inch of his delightful smooth, young body. After our quick shower, I dry him off, and change my sheets. We laid back down together in my bed, both of us nude, with Ethan returning to the original "spoon" position. Ethan may have had a nightmare, but in the end, it turned into a tween dream! Comments, feedback or suggestions for future stories? Email to dcw_ofhs90@protonmail.com