Date: Fri, 29 Sep 2006 12:16:44 -0700 (PDT) From: Micheal Miguel Subject: Albuquerque Skaterboys Part 6 DISCLAIMER AND COPYRIGHT: Do not take any part or whole of this story without the author's permission. Any and all similarities between living and dead persons are a coincidence. This is a work of fiction and nothing in this story is true to my knowledge. No one under the age of 18 should read this story. WARNING. Due to the depiction of graphic sex and adult situations which may be illegal where you reside and are reading this story, I urge you to check with your local laws. This story involves sex between males of all ages, legal-age and minors. Please, contact the author with comments. No flames, please. I will ignore them. Thanks to the readers of my previous parts for their patience. My NEW email addresses are: finfangfoom101@hotmail.com and finfangfoom1964@yahoo.com Please feel fre to contact me, please. Thank you. NOTE: This story takes place two months prior to Part 1. The Sun was extremely hot and it glared down with no mercy as the white 2000 Saturn pulled into the parking lot of the convenience store. Inside was Kenneth Jennings, a recently divorced African-American man who had just left his work as Accounts Specialist at Sandia Nationals Lab and was headed home to relax. He was a rather heavy set fifty-year old man who weighed approximately two-hundred and thirty pounds and was about six feet tall. His hair was receding but was still black which gave him great pride since both his folks were gray by his age. Originally from Florida, Kenneth Jennings had just moved to Albuquerque after his divorce because he had some fond memories of the city having been stationed here twenty-some years earlier when he was in the Air force. As he pulled into the parking lot of the small gas station to buy a loaf of bread and some milk, Kenneth Jennings took notice of two youngs boys talking. One was a red-headed boy with unruly hair that was matted from sweat which was natural since it was hot and the boys looked to both be skaters from the local skatepark down the street. However, the boy that caught Kenneth's eye was a blonde boy with medium uncombed hair who appeared to be about nine or ten years old. This little angel was shirtless and wore a pair of blue jeans that seemed to simply be barely hanging on to the cute kid's slim waist. The sight of the half-naked youngster brought back deeply repressed desires Kenneth Jennings had but kept hidden away because it made him uncomfortable to be attracted to young boys. However, for some reason beyond his comprehension, this beautiful nine-year old boy had bought those feelings rushing to the surface. Getting out of his car and locking up to go inside, Kenneth Jennings found himself staring at the two skaterboys who stood outside the door of the convenience store especially the blonde angel who Kenneth Jennings noticed was looking right back at him as he spoke to his red-headed companion. The slight blonde boy seemed to notice that Kenneth Jennings was observing him with great interest and returned the older man's fascinated gaze with almost equal interest and a knowing smile. It seemed to convey the message that "I know you find me cute" which, in an odd and tantalizing way, seemed to arouse a deeply buried desire in Jennings. From the friendly smile,the shirtless youngster seemed to be enjoying the attention he was paying him. This made the fifty-year old office worker both nervous and excited that this strange and beuatiful white boy accepted his inadvertent attention with such ease. As the large black man walked slowly past the two young boys talking by the door, Jennings found himself unconsciously and nervously gazing at the bare-chested boy whose gaze would shift from his companion to the older man approaching from behind the red-headed boy to enter the convenience store. Jennings fought a desire to say "Hello", but he wasn't a brave man so he slowly walked to the door and began to open it. "What you looking at, bro?" Jennings heard the red-headed boy ask his much cuter companion whose black jeans hung low exposing a wide band of a pair of yellow boxers that seemed to slide lower on his slim hips. This sudden question seemed to snap the unruly-haired young boy out of his eye contact with Jennings. Simultaneously, Jennings looked away as if he had been caught doing something totally inappropriate. "Wha?....Oh, I thought that big dude was someone my parents knew," answered the sweet-looking skaterboy in a calm manner, "It's fucking hot, homey. I got to get me something to drink. I'll be right back, so watch my stuff." "Okay," said the red-headed boy who seemed to be about eleven or twelve-years of age. He took a white shirt that was twisted up into a ball from the ground. Jennings opened up the door and was about to enter when suddenly the slight half-naked figure of the young boy bumped into him as he darted through the now open entrance. The sudden contact was not unwelcome to the older man. "Ooops! Sorry about that, mister," squeaked the sprite-like white boy who turned and looked up at the taller black man with a mischievious twinkle in his blue eyes, "I didn't mean to hit you." The skinny little boy playfully patted the large man's hefty forearm as if to emphasize his friendly intent. The close proximity seemed to lift the fog of fatigue from Jennings's overworked mind. "It's alright, son," chuckled Jennings, "You got to be a bit more careful. A little guy like you could get hurt running into fat guy like me." The little white boy seemed to become even more cuter as he turned and walked away laughing as he walked towards the cooler where the bottled drinks were. A buoyant spirit seemed to lift Jennings as he bagn to gather his meager groceries. Slowly lurking down the grocery aisles, the large black man would look towards the drink cooler in the back of the store to make sure the friendly young boy was still inside. A seed of panic was growing inside Jennings as he realized that he might not see this angelic boy again. Like a hunter after elusive prey, Jennings kept his eyes riveted on the wispy tufts of unruly blonde hair which was the only visible clue to this unknown and enticing young boy searching for a bottle of beverage. To his great relief, the blonde boy had not moved from the cooler. He appeared to be holding the glass door open and was looking at all of the cold drinks as if uncertain which he liked the best. Quietly, Jennings walked up to the cooler door next to the one which was held open by the half-dressed boy. He seemed to be letting the refrigerated air waft over and soothe his lithe frame. "Can't find anything you like, son?" asked Jennings after summoning up all his courage to speak to this unknown street-sprite, "I got to get me some milk for myself. Pardon me." He hoped that he didn't sound desperate which might spook the little boy. The large black man opened the cooler door and removed a half-gallon of dairy product. Unbeknownst to Jennings, the cute youngster next to him had so entranced him that he did not realize that he had chosen skim milk and not the regular he preferred. "There's too much to choose from," replied the skinny white boy in a voice due to his tender age was soft and girlish, "I can't decide. Uh.....Hey! Why don't you pick for me, mister?" To Jennings, this innocent request came right out of the blue and left him pleasantly dumbstruck for a moment. Uncannily, the bare-chested boy turned towards the older man with his head tilted slightly looked up at him with an intoxicating look of innocent and helplessness that sapped the will from Jennings instantly. Because of the cool air blowing over his bare chest when he held the cooler door oepn, Jennings noticed that the nipples of this alluring youngster were obviously erect. This combined with the cute skaterboy's facial expression completed the hypnotic spell that enthralled the heavy-set divorced man clutching a loaf of bread and a half-gallon of milk. "Uummm...Sure, I guess I can do that," replied jennings a bit dry-mouthed and trying with all his might not to stare at the milk soft skin of the shirtless boy standing before him immodestly, "You like juice or one of them fancy sports drinks?" The blonde boy looked into the cooler as if he had just seen it for the very first time. Now that he was up close to this delightful cherub-boy, Jennings got himself a better look at the bare-chested beauty. He was even more smitten by what he saw. The white boy could not have been more then ten years old. He was about four feet and ten inches tall and weighed about eighty pounds at most. Jennings knew the skinny boy could be picked up with one arm. His light blonde hair was medium length and uncombed which gave the skaterboy a feral look. The piercingly blue eyes of seemed to sparkle when you gazed into them. Jennings found himself adoring the pouty red lips under the pert little nose. He ached to touch them so badly. The skin of the white boy was smooth and colored like cream broken by the rose tint of the two dime-sized nipples jutting outward proudly from his flat chest and abdomen. The half=naked boy's jeans and yellow boxers were hanging so low that jennings could see the top of the "V" forming from the slim hips inwards and downwards. Jennings could only imagine in his most forbidden dreams what treasure lay at the bottom of the "V". Adonis must have looked like this wonderful child around age ten thought Jennings. "I kinda like everything," exasperatedly replied the shirtless boy who began to nibble on his left thumbnail as if the decision was too much for him and he was unsure how to answer, "You pick something, mister. Afterall, I almost knocked you down back there you know." Jennings found the boy's mannerism and indecision really attractive. "You hardly would have knocked me down, son. You just got to be more careful is all," answered Jennings as he removed a bottle of grape juice from the cooler, "Here's something good. Grape juice. I hope you like the stuff. I know I do." The large black man handed the skinny white boy the purple beverage which he took happily. "Thanks!" responded the young boy who gave Jennings another mischievious smile that filled him up with both joy and desire, "Well, I guess I got to go now and see if my bus is coming, mister. You're pretty cool!" Not sure what to say and saddened that their time together was coming to an end, Jennings gave a brave smile and half-hearted nod. Deep inside, the large black man wanted to wrap his thick arms around the skinny frame of this beautiful white boy and not ever let go. The shirtless boy gingerly walked towards the elderly cashier lady with the large black man slowly following behind him. Jennings felt empty inside as the most alluring little boy he ever had met walked out of his life. At the cash register, the young boy's drink came to a dollar and sixty-eight cents. Jennings watched keenly as the white boy dug deep into his pockets to retrieve a handful of small change. While the skinny youngster counted out his money, the big black man could not help but notice that the blonde boy's jeans and yellow boxers had sunk lower exposing the top third of the skaterboy's smooth buttocks. To jennings, the sight of the white round orbs peeking over the jeans and boxers at him was one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen in his whole life. "Uummm.....I..uh...don't think I got enough. Sorry," Jennings heard the half-naked boy in from of him tell the cashier in a polite yet embarassed tone, "I thought I had more. I can't find my three dollars. Sorry." The slim little boy retrieved his change and began to move towards the door empty-handed pulling his boxers and jeans up as he walked. "Hey!...Come back here, son," spoke up Jennings as he put his bread and milk on the counter by the bottle of now-abandoned grape juice, "Ma'am, put the boy's juice on my bill. I got it." Surprised by the sudden generosity, the skinny white boy stopped and turned around with the most thankful and most beautiful expression on his angelic face that Jennings had ever seen before. The elderly cashier lady handed the bare-chested boy his grape juice. "Thanks!," exclaimed the lithe youngster as he took his cold drink from the woman and looked up with a grateful gaze at his heavy-set benefacor, "Mister, you really are cool!" A warm feeling cause by the young boy's appreciation went through Jennings body. It felt terrific. The half-naked youngster stood respectfully by jennings while the older man paid for the merchandise. jennings would glance down at the shirtless skaterboy who would return his gaze with a sweetly shy smile and a slight tilt of his head that emitted an enchanting friendliness. The large black man was coompletely positive that he was falling in love with this young white boy. "Well, what's your name, son?" asked Jennings picking up his bread and milk. "It's Randy Summers," answered the small white boy as he and the big black man slowly walked towards the door together as if they were father and son, "What's yours, mister?" "Kenneth Jennings. That's what my folks named me," the middle-aged man answered, "Randy, huh? That's an easy name to remember." "Yup. It's okay, I guess," Randy said just as he took a swig of juice. The skinny skaterboy backed into the door pushing it open for both himself and his mature friend. Outside the door, the wiry red-headed boy stood waiting patiently. He looked at the big black man with a wary stare of curiousity. "That took forever," the older looking boy told Randy with a hint of irritation in his high-pitched voice, "Here's your shirt, dude." The blonde boy took his wadded up white shirt from his barely older friend whom he gave the bottle of juice in return. Jennings sensed that it was time for him to leave and began to move away silently not wanting to embarass his new little friend. "Hey, Kenneth!" exclaimed Randy noticing his new older friend beginning to leave, "Thanks for the juice." feeling a bit bashful before the new boy, the middle-aged man just gave a nod of acknowledgement and began walking towards his car to resume his journey home. Ignoring the heat, Jennings opened up his car and got in feeling a bit saddened that his brief shining moments with a beautiful young boy were now over. He took some time to clear his thoughts. A desire to look back and to get one final glimpse of Randy kept surfacing in his consciousness, but he repressed it each time with great effort. It was both safer and wiser, he thought to himself to just let this crazy desire for young boys deeply buried away. Anyways, what would an angelic boy like Randy want with a fifty-year old black man? As Jennings was making peace with his decision to forget about the whole episode, a knock on his driver's side window made him jump and almost drop his keys. Nervous at who was disturbing him in his car when he was feeling a bit distracted, jennings looked out his window and was surprised in a good way to see the alluring face of Randy smiling in at him. Quickly, he rolled the window down. "Sorry....I didn't mean to scare you, "Randy said quickly, "I'm glad you didn't leave right away." Jennings heart filled with exhileration upon seeing the shirtless boy once more and crazy desires for such sweet creatures surfaced once more. "No, no.....So, is everything okay?" stammered Jennings trying to sound cool and collected though inside he was extremely excited. The nine-year old boy bit his lower lip for a second like he was thinking about something and having second thoughts about what to say. "Yeah...Well, I was wondering if I could, um....ask you something? It's not for money,...so don't worry, okay?" the bare-chested boy blurted out obviously feeling shy and nervous as evidenced by his constant shifting from side to side, "I just wanta know if you could...um, kinda give me a ride...home?" Inside, Jennings chuckled at the innocent request which he was delighted to grant. It was like a gift from Heaven. "Yeah...Sure, son," responded the elated black man who clicked open the passenger door to let the skinny kid in, "Get in and buckle up." Jennings excitedly watched as Randy gave a boyish whoop of happiness ("Alright!") and ran around to the passenger side of the white Saturn and jumped into the empty seat. Jennings felt extremely fortunate to have stopped into this innocuous gas station and had met this great-looking boy who aroused such hidden desire in him. "I..I thought you were going home on the bust," asked jennings while the skinny skaterboy buckled up and put his wadded white shirt on the dashboard, "And that other boy? Uh, what happened to him?" The large black man was deliriously happy that the small white boy chose to remain half-naked. "That was my friend, Elijah. We hang around sometimes here at the Los Altos. You know. The skatepark over there," the blonde boy said as he pointed down the street, "Remember how I lost my three dollars? Well, part of that was for me and him to take the bus with. I still had that bit of change but it wasn't enough for both of us. So, I kinda got this crazy idea that, maybe, you might.....you know, kinda give me a ride. That way Elijah could use our change to go on the bus." Jennings sat quietly and nodded slowly as he savored the time he was spending with this friendly nine-year old boy. "I don't mind giving you a ride, Randy. so, where do you live?" asked Jennings since he was a bit curious as to how much time they would be spending together, "I like pretty close to here and i ant to stop a moment and put my stuff away, okay?" "That's cool. I live near Montgomery and Barlow. It's not really that far," replied Randy who leaned back into his seat, "Uh...You married?" "No. I'm divorced," slowly answered jennings whose recently disolved marriage seemed a distant memory, "I live by myself. My place is an apartment near here. You can get down if you want." The white Saturn exited the gas station parking lot. "That sounds pretty cool," said the young boy staring ahead with calm as if he rode in cars with strange men everyday, "Maybe, I could use your bathroom? I really got to pee really bad!" The large black man chuckled. "Sure," Jennings agreed as he drove himself and the cute boy back to his apartment complex which was not too far from where they had just met, "I'm kind of thirsty, so I'll get a drink of water while you do your thing." The blonde boy gave Jennings a smile of agreement. "I gave Elijah my juice. But, I got a drink before I came with you," Randy said as he watched his older companion guide the car into the parking lot of a decent looking apartment complex, "This where you live?" "Yup, I haven't lived in Albuquerque too long, but I like it here. My place is B19," Jennings told the young passenger as he parked in his assigned spot, "Let's go on up." Jennings and Randy unbuckled and exited the car. Man and boy walked side-by-side with the younger male carrying the bread and milk. They went up some stairs till they reached a wooden brown door with B19 over the peephole. "Well, here it is. Come on in," said Jennings happily as he opened the wooden door and walkined into his humble home, "Put my stuff on the table over there. The bathroom is down that hallway. Just go left." The skinny boy put the items he was carryong on the small kitchen table and scampered down the darkened hallways. Jennings closed and locked the door. He put away his groceries. Noticing the skim milk, he shook his head. Then, the middle-aged man poured himself a cool glass of water and quenched his thirst. As he waited for the beautiful boy to finish his business, Jennings sat on his small blue couch in his small apartment. After a few minutes, the shirtless boy wandered in and sat down beside the big black man. "That felt pretty good," the nine-year old boy stated softly, "Got your drink?" Jennings enjoyed having Randy sitting so close to him. "I did. I can get you some if you want?" replied the middle-aged man as his dark eyes drank in the young boy's immodest beauty. "No. It's alright," answered Randy who began twisting his lithe body as if bothered by something, "Ummm, Kenneth,...My back kinda hurts like I messed it up when I was skating today.....s'okay if you don't want to....but, could you massage it for me?" Jennings was stunned by the opportunity to actually touch the white boy's soft skin and his happiness level jumped up immensely. "Hmmmm...I...I guess I could for a little bit," stammered Jennings trying to remain calm while his heart beat wildly and his groin hardened, " If you really want me to." Randy responded with a wickedly sweet smile and a nod before he submisively turned around so his smooth back faced the large man. "Maybe you should lay on the floor, son. Laying flat would be better I think," suggested Jennings. "Okay," squeaked Randy who moved his slight frame from the couch to the grey carpeted floor. The white boy lay flat on the floor chest down on the thick carpet. Both his skinny arms pressed against his sides and his face turned looking to his left. Nervously, jennings got up off his blue couch and straddled the shirtless boy. The older male knelt down so that he rested his heavy frame on his legs right over the young male's buttock area. The blonde boy's creamy skin looked so soft and smooth. "Let...Let me know if...um, I press too hard...Okay?" Jennings instructed as his large hands began to massage the blonde boy's bare skin causing Jennings unimaginable pleasure. It was like distant dreams coming to life unexpectedly. As the older man's strong hands began their journey at his shoulders down his back, Randy relaxed. Minute after minute ticked by slowly as Jennings took his time kneading the smooth skin of the white boy's bare back. He began near the neck worked towards the shoulders and down lower. Gently, he kneaded the tender flesh. A soft "Mmmm" or "Oooh" would issue forth from the nine-year old boy's pouty lips every time Jennings would work a muscle. "How does it feel?" asked Jennings as his hands began tenderly rubbing the young boy's soft sides which caused the older man great pleasure. "Good," murmured the shirtless boy dreamily, "Just go lower. Don't stop, okay?" Jennings obediently began rubbing with gentle firmness the tight flesh right above the elastic band of the yellow boxers exposed an inch above the blue jeans. The big black man was becoming lost in his own sensual delirium caused by the Heavenly sensation of touching the half-naked boy. "Lower, Kenneth," urged the blonde boy softly with eyes still closed, "Go more lower, okay?" Jennings realized that his hands would be moving into taboo territory so he hesitated a moment. "Are...you...sure?" stuttered Jennings who was unsure if he could really cross the dangerous line that the yellow waistband symbolized, "I...I mean...You don't mind me massaging...you know...there?" Unexpectedly, the young boy nonchalantly raised his hips slightly and eased his yellow boxers and blue jeans downwards till his bare buttcheeks were fully exposed. Jennings felt his heart explode with excitement upon seeing the two pale orbs of soft round flesh before his amazed eyes. His manhood become rock solid instantly. "There you go," the skinn blonde boy said calmly as he returned to his relaxed position, "That better?" "Y_yeah...That's good...really good," the big black man answered with a lump in his throat as his large hands encircled the nine-year old boy's bubblebutt. Jennings was stunned by their sheer perfection. He had dreamed of such treasure long ago, but these were far, far better. Slowly, Jennings kneaded the two fleshy orbs apart exposing the white boy's pink butthole. The anal opening clenched and unclenched as if giving the large black man a wink of greetings. Jennings licked his paper dry lips as he continued to massage the beautiful boy's round buttocks for many long minutes. every one in awhile, a soft sighn would escape Randy's half-open mouth. "You...asleep, Randy?" asked Jennings was had lost track of time as he rubbed the young boy. He wondered if the small boy had fallen asleep since he was so still and quiet. Meanwhile, the middle-aged man continued to massage the white boy's exposed bottom with gentle adoration. "No...It just feels...really good," softly replied Randy with eyes still closed, "God, you're making me hard." This revelation made Jennings stop. "I'm...I'm sorry...I didn't mean," stammered Jennings apologetically as he removed his hands from the perfect orbs of boybottom, "Here. I'll stop. I'm really...should of...said no." Sensing the large man lifting himself up slightly, Randy came to life and turned around to face his older companion. this fully exposed to jenning's clear view Randy's fully erect boyhood jutting up proudly from his lower abdomen. The three-inch erection completely caught the older man's attention and kept him enthralled kneeling over the naked boy. "Don't stop, Kenneth," pleaded Randy in a reassuring tone and taking hold of Jenning's left hand with his much smaller right hand so the big black man would not pull away further, "I really, really like it being touched like that. It's fun. see. I don't mind showing my thing to you." Randy firmly and carefully guided jenning's left hand onto his rigid penis as if to exemplify his willingness to be touched in such a forbidden manner. Slowly, the big black man cusped the stiff young cock in his thick palm and fingers easily dwarfing the three-inch boyhood. Jennings felt like he was holding his own personal Holy Grail. Everything outside this moment seemed unreal. Instinctively, the large black man began to jerk off the small boy. Feeling the pleasurable strokes on his small erection, Randy began to bite his lower lip. "Lord!...I never...knew how good it was," Jennings exclaimed breathlessly, "Please, don't think...think I'm queer. It's just that I've never...done anything like this. Ever." Calmly, Randy put his small right hand on jenning's ;arge left hand to stop the stroking of his stiff boyrod. "Really? I do this stuff all the time," the beautiful boy stated nonchalantly, "Me and Elijah mess around like this when we get alone. My house. His house. Whenever. It's not gay. We do it cause its fun and feels, you know, really good." The nine-year old boy sat up which took his hard member out of Jenning's grasp. "So...you and that other boy...the one with the red-hair...touch each other?" asked Jennings confused greatly by the young boy's mature sexual awareness. "Yeah," replied Randy in that puzzingly calm voice he had been using since he pulled his boxers and jeans down, "You know...I never seen a black man's cock for real. Is yours...hard?" As he asked the question, Randy put both his small hands on the tented crotch of Jenning's tan slacks. The big black man gulped as he felt the small white boy's delicate fingers grasp his rock solid manhood through the thin material of his slacks and briefs "I'm not...so sure I should...I mean," Jennings said haltingly because he was torn between his desire for this cute boy and a sense of social modesty. The skinny nine-year old boy began to unbutton the middle-aged man's tan slacks. "Pleeeease?" pleaded Randy as he gave Jennings a knowing look that tipped the emotional conflict that Jennings was feeling in favor of relenting to the young boy's demands, "I really need to see it. Badly!" The big black man watched with intense arousal as the skinny skaterboy opened his pants to expose the nearly bursting bulge in his briefs. For a moment, Randy felt the large member hidden behind thin white cotton wanting to be freed. After a moment, the white boy pulled down the black man's breifs releasing a thick eight-inch cock that was engorged by hidden impulses freed from years of imprisonment. "Fuck!. That's huge!" exclaimed the naked boy encircling the thick ebony cock with both hands as if it were a python that would squirm away, "You must cum like crazy!" The small white boy's amazement at his dark erection made Jennings both proud and comfortable. This wild situation with this exceptional boy made Jennings feel like he was free from prison after many years locked away. "So...you like it?" asked Jennings softly who was immensely enjoying having his stiff cock handled by this naked nine-year old boy. "I do!" exclaimed Randy in an excited boice as he examined the big round tip of the black man's cock, "I hope mind gets this big when I grow up. The tip looks like a plum!" The little white boy ran his thin fingers through the older male's thick, curly pubes and carefully handled the golfball-sized testicles. This cause Jennings great pleasure like he never felt before. He told himself that this beautiful boy was his Heaven sent answer to his most hidden desires. the pre-pubescent blonde boy's handling of his virile hard-on and cum-filled balls caused jennings to moan with each squeeze by the small fingers. "Like that?...My friend, Elijah, likes me to do this special thing with his...Want to see?" Randy said looking up with a sweet smile and an eager look in his twinkling blue eyes. gazing down, Jennings watched as the blonde boy's head moved towards his thick manhood and the black man's bulbous cockhead entered Randy's warm mouth completely. Jennings felt like he had just entered Paradise. "Oooooh...My Lord!!!" Jennings uttered through clenched teeth as he felt the skinny boy's velvety tongue caressing his plump cockhead causing him jolts of intense pleasure. Jennings watched with total amazement at how easily this small white boy was performing oral sex on his prodigious member. The young boy's small head bobbed up and down rhythmically dutifully accepting the massive glans of the dark erection held still with both small hands. Soft, slurping noises filled the air of the small apartment as Randy sucked devotedly on Jenning's thick erection. The middle-aged man adored being sucked off, but his ex-wife would only commit this sex act during their marriage after much pleading and cajoling. After while, it became too troublesome. Jennings had not been given a blowjob in years. Watching this small boy lick and swallow his fat cock made the older man appreciate the the young boy's natural cocksucking talent. At most, four inches of the black man's cock was all the white boy could swallow, but Randy was evidently blessed in the skill of fellatio. He was like an artist performing a masterpiece. His silky soft tongue lovingly flickered and caressed Jenning's stiff manhood. This caused the fifty-year old man to become delirious with wild pleasure. He put his large right hand carefully, yet firmly, on the back of the nine-year old boy's small head to help guid the spunky youngster when the older male climaxed. Jennings knew his thick cock was about to flood the blonde boy's mouth with lots and lots of manjuice. "Its...almost...cumming...Uh...Uh...Ready?" groaned the big black man as he felt his thick cock twitch indicating impending sexual release. Sensing a bountiful gusher, Randy began to expertly massage the black man's big balls with his small left hand and sucked harder on the three-inches of thick black cock between his pouty, red lips. This combination was successful. The big black man grunted really hard and held the small blonde boy's head steady as his ebony hard-on expelled a generous load of thick cum into Randy's accepting oral orifice. "Oooooh yeah!!!...Come on, baby!....Ooooo, get your candy!!!" moaned Jennings lost in the tidal wave of carnal joy cause by Randy's magnificent blowjob. Randy swallowed the first juicy spurt of mancum and continued sucking dutifully for more. A second plentiful spurt gushed forth immediately after the first mouthful and the small boy was barely able to swallow the thick fluid. Like warm egg whites that tasted salty, the gooey cum filled the nine-year old boy's mouth and went down his throat to his awaiting tummy. A third tich spurt came out of the still twitching cock in his mouth and overwhelmed his swallowing ability. The creamy liquid ended up spurting out of his pert little nose like milk. This made the young white boy pull his head back from the twitching cock he held in his mouth and to playfully giggle at the thick semen dribbling from his nose. Unexpectedly, a fourth and final spurt shot out from Jenning's stiff cock sending a string of gooey cum across the young boy's cheek. "Hahaha.....That was fucking awesome!" Randy said glefully, "Did you like it? I did. Hahaha!!!" The naked nine-year old looked up at the big black man whose stiff erection glistened from the young boy's saliva. "I never, never came so damn good in my whole life," said Jennings breathlessly as he sat on his small blue couch with his softening member exposed, "Thank you." The small white boy stood up and pulled up his yellow boxers and blue jeans before he jumped on the big black man's lap. "See, I told you it was fun. Or did it make you gay?" giggled Randy who wrapped his skinny arms around the big black man's thick neck. This show of affection made Jennings put his own strong arms around the shirtless skaterboy who had positioned his beautiful face nose-to-nose with his own. His playfulness was refreshing. "No," Jennings softly said to the small white boy he had in his thick arms, "You're right. It was fun." He could see that Randy's angelic fac was still sticky with the black man's semen. Jennings was awed by Randy's easy acceptance of having his beautiful features coated with gooey cum. "I like being your friend," the small white boy said sweetly staring into Jennings's dark brown eyes. "I like being your friend, too," responded the big black man lovingly as he adoringly gazed into Randy's hypnotically blue eyes. It felt natural when the young boy pressed his soft lips onto those of the older man and they remained kissing passionately for more then a few minutes. The sticky semen on the young boy's face caused the nine-year old boy and the fifty-year old man to be pasted together. After it was over, Jennings affectionately tweaked the small boy on his round bottom. "So, you going to take me home now?", queried the skinny skaterboy standing up as if a favorite game was over, "I don't want to get into trouble, you know." Jennings stood up, too, and returned his flacid private back behind its cotton dungeon. Then, he fixed his tan slacks so everything looked normal and undisturbed. "I know...I know," Jennings responded still happy from the divine experience he and wonderful Randy had just shared, yet saddened by it all being over, "So, will I ever see you again? I mean, if you want to that is?" "Sure. I know where you live, like, I can come by whenever," Randy said walking down the darkened hallway, "It's good cause you live here by yourself, you know." Jeannings was overjoyed by Randy's willingness to continue their unique friendship. The big black man waited patiently while his new special friend washed off the evidence of their "play". "Hey, you work all day, right? What if I stop by like Monday? Or Tuesday? It's easy for me to get the bus," The small white boy said returning from cleaning up so the man and boy could leave, "You know, if you want, I could bring Elijah, too. The three of us could be messing around together. He is into it like me. Damn! That would be so fucking cool! What'd do you think, Kenneth?" "Well, let's you and I talk about it next week, okay?" Jennings responded as he and the shirtless boy returned to the white Saturn, "After a few times, I think we can let Elijah come over, too. Let's get to know each other first. You know how it is, okay?" Both man and boy got into the parked car. "That's cool," said Randy as he buckled up, "I can hardly wait." Jennings marveled at the young boy's infectious enthusiasm. The middle-aged man and the young boy continued to converse about mundante matters while the car continued towards its destination. They spoke of work and school. After fifteen minutes, Jennings drove his car to the end of a block full of expensive homes. "Wow! You live here?" Jennings said amazed that this small boy lived in such a well-to-do neighborhood. "Yeah. I'll walk home from here. My house is around the corner on the end. I just don't want anyone seeing you and me together. They might ask too many questions, you know," said Randy matter-of-factly, "So, I'll see you next Monday?" Jennings noded enthusiastically. "I'll be waiting. Take care, Randy," Jennings said warmly. Randy smiled a beaming smile and he got out of the car. Jennings watched as the thin white boy put on his wrinkly white shirt which had a blue devil on the back and began walking down the street. The white Saturn pulled away, turned the corner, and disappeared. "Noticing that the white car had gone, Randy walked across the residential street to a nearby home. He rang the doorbell and stood patiently on the step. Finally, the front door opened up and the red-headed boy from the gas station greeted Randy. "Hey," Elijah said to Randy who just walked by and sat on the plush white couch, "How'd it go?" "Pretty good," replied Randy as he clicked through the channels of the large television while the older boy sat on the opposite end of the luxurious couch, "I think you'll like him. He's really nice. And he's got a big one. Big!" "Really?" the red-headed boy asked looking at his younger friend with anticipation and trepidation together, "What if I don't know what to do? You're all I've ever done stuff with. You tell me it's not the same." "That's true," responded Randy with a shrug, "Older guys are more fun. They know all the stuff to do so the sex is way better. They always want to do it. You want to do it. see, so it works out. And they got their own places to do it at. Plus, they treat you lots better, too." The red-headed boy looked at the television quietly for a few moments. "You call them "papi", right? Couldn't you just let me try it with your papi?" asked Elijah in a slightly pleading tone, "I think a couple of times might show me what its like, you think?" "Nope!" Randy said sternly and proceeded to lecture his slightly older friend, "He's my papi. When I first told you about him you said it was creepy and now you want him after I showed you what its kinda like? Anyways, that's why I'm helping you to get one of your own. You share them too much and soon everytone ends up fighting. Then someone talked too much. from there, everything gets fucked up bad. I don't want no part of that you know.!" The red-haired boy appeared to be hurt that his suggestion was rebuffed. "I wouldn't tell," Elijah said dejectedly. "I know, dude. It's just that you got to be real careful when you mess around like this," Randy said trying to explain, "Things get crazy when people find out that men and boys are fucking around. That's why I'm telling you all this. That way it works for you. Which works for me, see?" "Well, how do the other dudes you know doing this stuff handle it?" asked the elven-year old boy scrunching his nose in a puzzled manner. "They do it like me. Sure, we mess around sometimes. mainly, we got a papi around to take care of the good stuff. Those other dudes are all just drama if you stay with them only," explained Randy, "The best way is to stick to your papi. Only real players can bounce around and make it work." "Are you a player?" asked Elijah curiously. "Not really. But, I know what I'm doing, dude," answered Randy, "Besides, I'm the one who found the cool guy for you, today." "I know. I know. I just got scared to talk to him like you did. How could you tell....you know...he was that way?" asked Elijah meekly. Randy lifted his shirt. "You got to show some skin, dude," said Randy instructively, "Remember how I told you to take off your shirt like me and you didn't want to? Well, guys like that want to see dudes like me and you with nos shirts on. Especially, with shorts on. They can't help but look. The tricky part is letting them know you know and are willing. You do it wrong and they get scared off. I just smile and look back all friendly, but not staring. The older, shy ones are usually the best ones. they want it so bad that they treat you fucking cool. Dude, it totally rocks hard!" "Wow! I really want one so bad now!" the red-headed boy exclaimed, "I'm so glad I moved to this neighborhood and met you!" "Me, too. I think Kenneth will be a good papi for you," Randy said confidently, "You'll totally love it. Like I told you before, sex with an older guy is more fucking fun then jerking off at home in your room alone. You'll see." "I can't wait," said Elijah eagarly, "I can't wait!"