Date: Sun, 29 Jan 2017 02:35:03 -0600
From: Brian.Wilson <bwilson@post.com>
Subject: Birthday Party Sleepover (Gay Male Adult Youth)

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deceased is purely coincidental. It depicts sexual situations between minor
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Author: Brian.Wilson


Birthday Party Sleepover


Anthony was turning 11 on Saturday. He was a popular boy at school and he
wanted to have some of his friends over for a sleepover on his birthday. My
wife was going to be out of town visiting her mother so she left it up to
me to make the decision.

"Come on dad" Anthony pleaded. "It will only be Nick, Eric and Michael".

I had already made up my mind that I would let him have them sleep over,
but I had to make it look good. I had a secret side that nobody knew
about. I had been a boylover for years. I fantasized about hot boys between
10-16. And all three of his friends fell into that category, but Michael
was exceptionally hot.

Michael was tall and thin and had just turned 11 in July. He had blond hair
and blue eyes. During the summer, he and Anthony had been on a swim team
together and I got more than an eyeful of Michael's hot body in a skimpy
Speedo. Even for 11, he had the start of a six-pack and a well defined "V"
that started high on his hips and ended somewhere inside his speedo. I
fantasized many times about it. He filled out that Speedo very
nicely. "God, I bet that he was really big" I thought.

"Fine" I said, giving in. "But you guys all need to sleep down here in the
family room".

It was settled. Anthony sent the three boys texts and all agreed that they
could come.

Anthony's birthday was in October and he was big into haunted houses, so
the plan was for me to drive them to a couple that were nearby and then
they would come back to the house and I would order pizzas.

Saturday came and the boys arrived at 7pm. It had been unseasonably warm
late into October and as such, the boys were still able to get away with
wearing shorts and t-shirts. Michael showed up fashionably late as
usual. The doorbell rang and Anthony let him in. I was sitting at my
computer at the kitchen table when they came into the family room.  "Hi
Michael" I greeted him as they came in.

"Hey Mr. D" he answered, smiling.

The boys all claimed their sleeping spots for later that night. Anthony
grabbed the couch, Nick the recliner and Michael grabbed the love seat.

"Hey, where am I going to sleep" Eric cried out.

"Don't worry Eric" I said. "There is a cot I can bring up from downstairs
that you can use".

That settled, the boys took turns playing Playstation until dark.

"Are you guys ready to head out" I called to them in the family room.

"Let's go" they all said in unison. They piled into my SUV. Anthony sat up
front and the three boys all sat on the middle bench seat as the third row
was full of my work supplies. Anthony put on rap music and the boys all
sang along. "How can they understand this crap" I thought.

We drove to the first haunted house and I waited in the car, not wanting to
embarrass them. The line was relatively short and they were back in under
an hour.

"That was lame" Nick said.

"Then why were you holding onto Anthony" Eric replied, laughing.

"Was not" Nick shot back.

I started driving to the next haunted house. This one was supposed to be
one of the scariest. All of Anthony's friends who had gone already said it
was super scary.

The boys were still razing each other about who was scared at the last
one. Anthony put on the music again and they finally quit teasing each
other and started singing along again. A particularly vulgar rap song came
on the radio and all the boys were singing along at the top of their
lungs. Something about being buck naked on the bathroom floor and sex was
all I could understand from the lyrics. I was shaking my head, but was
silently laughing inside. These kids probably had no idea what they were
singing about.

The song ended and the teasing kicked back in. Michael and Eric were
teasing each other and Michael started tickling Eric. Eric retaliated by
pinching Michael on his leg.

"Hey, you grabbed my dick" Michael yelped, looking at Eric. "He grabbed my
dick" Michael repeated to everyone.

"Did not" Eric yelled.

"Did too" Michael yelled back, laughing.

I was glancing at them in the mirror. I could see Michael and he reached
his arm around behind Eric and pulled him toward him. "Well, if you want it
that bad, come here" he said, pushing Eric's head down to his lap. "Go
ahead and suck it like the song says".

Eric was struggling to get up and Michael let go, laughing. "Just kidding,
Eric" he said. I had my eyes glued to the mirror and Michael. Michael
appeared to be looking back at me. All of a sudden, he winked

"Shit" I thought. "Michael could see me looking at him in the mirror".

Luckily, we arrived at the next haunted house and all was forgotten. I
parked the car and the boys got out. I got out my laptop to check emails
while I waited. A few minutes later, the boys came back to the car.

"What's wrong" i asked Anthony.

"Nobody under 16 without a parent" he replied. "Will you come in with us"?

"Sure" I answered.

I put my computer away and got out of the car. The line was long and it
took almost an hour before it was our turn to go in. Once we got inside it
was the usual horror stuff, blood and gore. But then we got to an area that
was pitch black and we had to follow long narrow hallways. At one point,
the hallway dumped us into a room that was very faintly lit. There were
statues along each wall. There were doors on the three adjacent walls. We
were supposed to pick the right one in order to continue on. All of the
boys elected me to be the leader. "Chicken shits" I thought. I led us
toward the door directly across the room from where we entered the room.

Suddenly, two of the statues came to life and charged our party. A couple
boys screamed and I felt someone clinging to me. I got to the door I chose
and opened it. A zombie was waiting inside. This was just a closet, not the
path to continue. Now the boys were all screaming like crazy. The second
door that I chose was the correct one and I herded the boys out of the
room. We emerged outside and the haunted house was over.

Now that we were outside, all of the boys acted like they had not been
scared at all, but you could see it in their faces that was not the
case. We piled back into my SUV and we headed back to the house. I ordered
the pizzas while the boys played Playstation again.

Pizza arrived and the boys scarfed three large pizzas down in record
time. Thankfully, I had ordered myself a small pizza for myself. After I
ate, I headed upstairs to take a shower. I then got into bed and turned on
the TV to watch a basketball game that I had recorded earlier. Suddenly, I
realized that I had left my computer in the SUV and I had never finished
checking my emails.

I looked at the clock and realized that it was almost 1am. I knew that I
had been expecting an important email from a prospective client and I
headed downstairs to get my computer. There was total silence from the
family room. I peeked in and the boys were sound asleep. I noticed that the
TV was still on, so I crept in and found the remote, turning off the TV.

As I started heading back into the kitchen, I couldn't help but stop and
stare at Michael. He was sound asleep on the love seat, but it was the way
he was dressed that caused me to stop and stare. He was shirtless and he
was wearing white PJ bottoms with various race cars all over them. He was
laying on his back with one hand behind his pillow and the other one was
draped across his flat belly. But what mesmerized me the most was it
appeared that Michael's penis was fully hard. It was not pointed straight
up, but it was angled up towards his belly. From what I could tell, it
looked like it had to be at least 4 inches if not bigger.

I glanced around the room and I could hear the steady breathing of the boys
sleeping. I guess that the excitement from the haunted house along with
stuffing themselves with pizza put them into a deep sleep.

I could not take my eyes off of Michael. His slender body was an awesome
sight. The way his flat belly was methodically rising and falling with his
slow breathing was mind numbing. The waistband of his PJ bottoms was low on
his hips and when he exhaled, you could see a gap develop between the
waistband and his pelvis. Twice, I swear that his penis twitched.

I don't know what came over me, but I felt my body moving silently closer
towards Michael. I could not help but hear his voice in my head telling
Eric to suck him and the wink that I had seen Michael give me when I looked
at him in the mirror. I had to find out how big Michael's penis was and if
possible what it looked like. It was like my body was being controlled by
someone else.

I knelt down gently beside the love seat, just mere inches away from his
young body. My eyes were glued to the bulge in those PJ's . It twitched
again. There was no mistaking that his penis was over 4 inches long and
judging by the looks of it through the thin material, looked to be at least
an inch wide. My mouth went dry and I was shaking slightly like an
electrical current was surging through my body. I glanced around the room
again. The other boys were definitely asleep based on how they were laying
and the steady breathing.

I slowly reached my hand out over the top of Michael's body, it hovering
less than an inch over the top of his bulge. I could feel the heat
radiating from his body against the palm of my hand. Michael's belly was
rising and falling at a steady rhythm. I heard my voice very softly whisper
Michael's name, my eyes glued to his face looking for any sign that he
might answer or his breathing change as I said it. Nothing...It appeared
like he was sound asleep.

My shaking went away and I became bolder seeing as I didn't get a response
from him as I whispered his name. Gently, I lowered my hand down on top of
the bulge in his PJ's. I lined up in such a way that the palm of my hand
was even with what appeared to be where his penis met his body with my
fingers pointed up towards the tip of his penis. I just rested my hand
against him, alert for any change in body language or breathing that would
indicate that he felt my touch. Just steady breathing was the result.

I could feel that the tip ended just about at the knuckle crease closest to
the tip of my middle finger. "Holy shit" I thought, if I was right, that
would make his penis almost 5 inches long. I had to be mistaken. Michael
was only 11 years old. I readjusted my hand and gently applied a minute
more pressure and now I was certain that the edge of my palm was where his
penis adjoined to his body and my calculation was indeed right. I gently
moved my thumb and index finger to either side of it and his penis felt to
be bigger around than a Washington quarter.  As I was sizing him up, I
heard a soft moan escape his lips and he took a deeper than normal
breath. I froze, my hand on his penis. Afraid to move for fear of waking
him, I just kept my hand there until I heard his breathing return to
normal. Just as I was about to remove my hand, counting my lucky stars that
he didn't wake, his penis throbbed in my grasp. My mind lost all sense of
right and wrong. Without realizing that I was doing it, I felt my hand
squeeze his penis and it throbbed again in my hand. Again I squeezed and
again it throbbed. This time, Michael moaned softly again.

Once again I gently squeezed, but this time I rubbed my palm against the
underneath side of it as I squeezed. Michael inhaled sharply and moaned
again. Suddenly, the arm that was draped across his belly moved lightning
fast and I felt his hand grip my wrist, pinning it against his body.

Fear gripped me as I looked up at his face. His eyes were open and he was
staring at me. I braced myself for a scream or worse, but Michael just lay
there looking at me and gripping my wrist. After what seemed an eternity, I
saw a faint smile appear on his face. He still had my wrist gripped and my
palm as still against his penis. Through my panic, I swear that I felt his
penis throb against my hand. Finally Michael whispered. "What are you
doing"?

I wracked my brain, trying to come up with a convincing lie to tell him,
praying that he would buy it. Because if he didn't, not only would this
probably break up his and Anthony's friendship, but if he told his parents,
I would end up in jail and it would humiliate both Anthony and my wife.

"Michael, I came down here to turn off the TV and when I turned around, I
saw that your penis was sticking out of your PJ's and I was just trying to
cover you up." I stammered, hoping to sound somewhat convincing.

"Nice try" Michael whispered, a now sly smile appearing on his face. "I
woke up when I heard you whisper my name, and I pretended to be asleep"

"Shit, I am in deep trouble now" I thought.

"Am I as big as you thought I was" Michael whispered. As he said this, his
penis throbbed against my hand again.

"Michael, I don't know what you are talking about" I tried again, not
sounding very convincing. He had me dead to rights. Now it was just how
this was going to end was what I was concerned with.

"Come on Mr. D, I know that you have been checking me out for a while now"
Michael said. "I'm not blind you know. I see the way you look at me when I
am in my Speedo at swim meets...Do you like what you see"? As he said that,
his penis throbbed again.

I just knelt there, not saying anything. I didn't know what to say anyway.

Michael just keep looking at me, waiting for a response. Finally, I heard
my voice stammer. "Michael, you are a very nice looking boy and I am sorry
if I have been staring at you. I promise that it will never happen
again. Please don't tell anyone about tonight. It will break Anthony's
heart to lose you as a friend. I don't know what came over me tonight".

Michael continued looking at me, not releasing my wrist. "Are you gay"? he
finally asked.

"Michael, I don't consider myself gay, because I like women. But, I also
like men" I stammered again.

This time it was Michael's turn to not say anything. Finally, he spoke
"Does that mean you like boys too"?

"Yes Michael, it does" I admitted, defeated.

Once again, I felt Michael's penis throb against my trapped hand. "You
didn't answer my question" Michael whispered.

"Which question do you mean, Michael" I asked.

"The one about me being as big as you thought" Michael whispered, the sly
look appearing on his face again. His penis throbbed once again. This time
he pressed my hand down slightly against it.

"You actually feel bigger than what I imagined" I softly answered.

"So you've been thinking about it" he asked.

"Yes, I have a couple times when I have seen you in your Speedo" I
admitted.

"You can take it out if you want" he whispered, pushing my hand down
again. "That way, you don't have to wonder any more".

My mind was reeling. Michael was actually daring me to take his penis
out. I glanced around the room. I didn't know what to do. Part of me was
dying to see it and the other part of me was scared shitless.

"Oh come on, you know you want to" Michael hissed. "Here, let me help
you". With that, he brought his other arm down from behind the pillow and
stuck his thumb into the waistband of his PJ's. He raised up the waistband
and slid the front down, exposing his penis. My eyes were glued to it.

He was circumcised and he had a mushroom head about as big around as a
bottle cap on a two liter of soda. The color was deep red. The shaft of his
slender penis was about the same diameter, and it got slightly bigger
around at the base where it met his pelvis. The underneath side of it was
puffed up. I could make out thin veins around it's circumference. He a fine
patch of blond pubic hair just starting to grow above it. His scrotum was a
little smaller than a tennis ball and the skin was wrinkled. There was a
raised line running down the center of his scrotum dividing it in half.

"Well, is it everything you imagined it was" Michael whispered. Michael
pushed my wrist down towards it and my palm touched it. The heat coming off
of it was intense. Michael moaned and his now bare penis throbbed against
my palm. Subconsciously, I licked my lips.

"You like what you see, don't you" Michael whispered.

I had to admit, I did like what I saw. "Yes, I do" I heard myself say.

Michael pushed his hips up forcing his penis against my hand. "I know how
to use it, too" he said softly.

"What do you mean"? I heard myself ask.

"My brother and I have seen some videos online and I also go on a site
called "Omegle" he said. "I have seen the things guys do on there".

I knew what site "Omegle" was. It was a video chat site where people would
predominately go to mutual masturbate.

Michael started pushing my hand back and forth against his penis. I wanted
him badly. "Not here" I whispered. "Let's go up to my room".

I slowly got to my feet. Michael still had a grip on my wrist. He quietly
got off the love seat and I led him upstairs to my room.

I quietly shut and locked to door. I led him to the bed and I picked up his
slender body, knelt on the bed and lay him on his back. I hooked my fingers
in the waistband of his PJ's and started to slowly tug them down. Michael
arched his back slightly to allow me to work them out from under his
butt. His penis sprang free. Slowly, I slid his bottoms completely off and
threw them onto the floor.

I slid up next to him on the bed, admiring the now naked 11 year old laying
in front of me. His small nipples were raised slightly and his flat belly
was rising and falling with his breathing. His belly button was slightly
indented and I now was able to see the entire "V" that I had months before
imagined where it ended. I did not have to imagine any more. His slender
penis was bent back against his pelvis.

Gently, I reached out and ran my hand over his chest, feeling his nipples
against my palm. They felt like miniature speed bumps and Michael moaned
softly as I gently massaged them. Slowly, I traced my fingertip down the
center of his chest to his belly button. I gently made circles around it
with my fingertip, causing his breathing to increase and his penis to throb
again and again.

Unable to take it any more, I gently wrapped my hand around his penis,
sending shivers over his body and another moan escaped his lips. I released
his member and let my fingers slide down to his scrotum. Gently, I traced
the wrinkles and ran my fingertip up and down the raised line in the
center.

I slowly got to my knees and as I did, I reached over and slowly spread
Michael's muscular legs. I got in between them. I started massaging his
legs, first starting at his calves, and methodically working my way
higher. I spent time massaging his smooth thighs. I let my fingers run up
the insides of his thighs and my thumbs rubbed between his scrotum and
thighs on either side. Slowly I leaned forward.

Instead of going straight for his young penis, I skimmed over it and gently
my lips touched his belly. I traced my tongue down his belly to his belly
button. This time, my tongue was tracing circles around it. I let the tip
of my tongue probe the slight depression. Michael's breathing was short and
I could take it no more. I had to taste his young flesh.

"Show me how you use it, Michael" I whispered, kissing the tip of his
penis. I raised it to an upright angle and I slowly took him in my mouth.

Michael moaned loudly, gripping my head in his hands. I reached up with one
hand, covering his mouth. Michael understood and he quieted down, but he
was still moaning softly. Slowly, I started to slide my mouth up and down
on his hot flesh. I could taste a slight saltiness and I could smell a
faint odor of unwashed boy. It was intoxicating. I let my tongue wash over
the underneath side of his penis. Michael's body was writhing underneath me
and I knew that he was going to orgasm soon. I didn't know if he was able
to cum yet, but either way I was determined to make this the best orgasm of
his young life.

My mouth was going from just under his helmet down to the base of his
penis. I could just feel the head of it almost touching the back of my
throat. I reached down and started tracing that center line on his
tightening scrotum and Michael started to buck his hips off the bed. All at
once, his body stiffened and he plunged his penis fully into my mouth. It
started spasming violently and I tasted a slight saltiness in my
mouth. Although he had not spurted, he did cum a small amount. His cum had
a sticky sweetness to it.

Michael's body relaxed and lay back on the bed. His penis showed no signs
of going limp, so I kept it in my mouth. After his breathing slowed, I
gently started to suck without moving my head up and down. I looked up at
Michael's face, he was laying with his head on my pillow, watching me
through half closed eyelids.

I felt his fingertips running through my hair. I felt his penis start to
throb in my mouth. Sensing that Michael was ready to go again, I started to
slowly bob up and down on his penis again. I reached up and started to
massage his small nipples and Michael moaned softly. I let his penis slip
from my mouth and I lowered my head down to his scrotum. I slowly started
to suck the wrinkled skin into my mouth and I traced the tip of my tongue
against the raised center wrinkle. Michael was rubbing my head more
intently. After sucking on his scrotum for several minutes, I felt his
hands pulling my head upward.

Once my head was over his penis, I felt his hands pushing my head down. I
took him back in my mouth. This time, I held my head about 3 inches above
his pelvis. I slid my hands underneath his buttocks and I pushed upward. I
felt Michael's legs bend at the knees and I felt him thrust up on his
own. I gently pushed upwards several more times to give him the idea, and
he took over.  Michael's hands were gripping my head and his hips were
thrusting his penis into my mouth. I reached up with my hands one hand
rubbing a nipple, the other started to trace circles around his belly
button.

This must have intensified the sensations on his penis, because his
thrusting dramatically increased until his hips were smacking against my
face. I started sucking deeply, creating as much of a vacuum as I could,
and this sent Michael over the edge. His penis spasmed over and over and I
definitely tasted a watery cum this time.

Michael lay back, panting. "Oh my god, that was awesome" he moaned softly,
out of breath.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it" I whispered.

"I did enjoy it" he answered, "every minute of it"

"Maybe we can do it again some time" I replied, "and by the way, I guess
you do know how to use it".

I shooed Michael from my bed. It would not look good if he wasn't sleeping
on the love seat in the morning, although I would have preferred him to
sleep in my bed all night. I would have enjoyed sucking that young penis a
few more times throughout the night.



Stay tuned for part two...

Author's note: I hope that you have enjoyed reading this story as much as I
have enjoyed writing it. It is a "based on true events story" although the
sexual nature was only a fantasy. The names have been changed to protect
the innocent.

Please give me your feedback, whether good or bad.

Brian.Wilson