Date: Thu, 21 Jul 2005 20:13:55 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: BOY BONER It was just before noon, Friday. I always get my forty hours in before the end of the work week, because I do a lot of field inspecting and travel, and the accountant doesn't want anyone charging overtime, so I always spend the remainder of the day getting a week's supply of groceries at a supermarket near the office, going home, putting the groceries away and driving to a car wash that I like because it does a good job. Then I'm basically ready for the weekend. I was in the Number Seven check out line at the supermarket, behind a young couple, behind the boy actually. The minute he turned to put an item on the conveyor and I saw his face, I sprung a boner. He was so fucking hot. He looked to be around 15 or 16 but she looked older and I assumed, the way they acted, they were married, so I guessed he was older than he looked or maybe he was a boy toy. He sure had the looks for one and I pictured the two of them fucking like rabbits. I'd sure like to watch them going at it. I fantasized that he had a huge cock on him even though he was small in stature. That they were married, I thought was confirmed the way she bossed him. Twice, she sent him back to pick up an item she'd forgotten while the rest of the line waited impatiently. Then, when the kid started to pay he didn't have enough money so she gave him a couple more bills. As they were about to leave another guy came in and walked right up to where they were waiting for the bag boy to finish sacking their groceries. He was older, naked except for his baggy shorts and rubber, flip flop sandals. The three of them left the store together. Frankly, I thought she looked and acted like a cheap slut. She had on some kind of a tie-in-back top and tight jeans. There was a gap of seven inches between her top and her pants and in that space was a ten-inch wide tattoo that looked like the Harley Davidson logo. Once I'd put the groceries away and the car was washed I took a nap. Pete was having a party tonight. I knew it would last as long as anyone wanted to stay and I wouldn't miss it for anything. Pete is a story all by his self. He's handsome as hell in a very sexy sort of way. He has what might be called one defect -- airplane ears, but even they look good on him -- make him kind of cute as well as good looking. He has a great cock -- great looking and great big. He has a large home with a swimming pool and a Chevy Corvette. One of the most exciting things about him, to me anyway, is that he is completely unreliable. You either accept him as he is or dump him. Even his mother calls me long distance every now and then to check up on him. He likes me because he says I come through as a friend, not someone interested in only his cock, but he knows I'm interested in that, too. He even calls me his personal cocksucker. The only thing about Pete that I don't approve of is he likes cunts. He also likes to talk about them because he knows it makes me jealous. He also knows he's got me by the balls without even touching them. He knows I'll find an excuse to get away from the office and meet him at 2PM, or will get up in the middle of the night and meet him at 2AM. He likes cunts but he sure likes his cock sucked, too, even at unpredictable hours. The party started at 8PM and was centered on the pool; it was a warm evening, with no prediction of rain. At one end of the pool was a bar and at the other end was a buffet. I grabbed a chaise lounge mid way on the south side of the pool, left my sports coat on the seat to claim it and picked up a slice of medium done roast beef and had one of the servers make it into sandwich on a roll with lettuce, tomatoes and onions along with a salad and a scotch and soda. I was by no means the first arrival and a lot showed up as I ate. It was, more or less, the usual crowd, some young guys or girls from Pete's office with their spouses or dates and some of his cunts, flaunting their wares in bikinis. There were always a few gays in the crowd too, so I usually hooked up with someone. Then it happened! The kid from the supermarket and the guy who'd met him and the slut while the bag boy was sacking their groceries arrived. I didn't notice them until they were standing in the food line and passed right in from of me. Holy fucking shit, another instant boner! I wondered where the wife/slut was but she never did show, thank God. I kept an eye on him and when he walked back to the buffet's desert table, I got up and hurried up to that end too. Both of us selected Strawberries with Whipped Cream. That experience resulted in erection 3 or more hardening of erection 2, I really didn't know which. The evening progressed, some guests swam, some had seconds at the buffet and some just got more and more inebriated. The kid from the supermarket and the guy with him were in the latter group. Pete came up, spread his long legs to straddle the chaise lounge facing me and grabbed my junk through my pants. "Having fun, what's with the hard on?" "I always have fun at your parties. Pete, look over to the other side of the pool, first two chairs by the bar. See the young kid in white shorts and black tee shirt, sitting next to a guy with only shorts and flip-flops." "Oh you mean the ones who really dressed for the occasion?" "Those are the ones, who are they?" "The young kid is Chuck and the older one is his brother John. You got the hots for Chuck?" I told him about seeing them in the supermarket and the girl with them. "Her name is Claudine, John's wife and Chuck lives with them." "How do you know them?" "Through Claudine. Met her at a blow out one night when she was alone, actually looking for John. I fucked her. She even takes it in the ass." "Jesus, Pete, how do you find out all of that stuff about a girl and so soon?" "By accident, we were drunk and it just slipped in." I looked at the kid; at least I now knew his first name. Pete interrupted my train of thought when he said, "Want him?" "Like crazy." "You better be sure, they're real trailer trash. You know the trailer park about three miles east of your office, on the edge of town, called the Eastgate?" "Yea." "They live way in the back in a single wide with a slapped together addition on one side. The kid sleeps on a daybed in the addition. You can hardly walk through the place for junk." "The kid's one hot looker, though." "He sure is and the closer you get to him the hotter he is. Those black eyebrows with the blonde hair are striking. The blonde hair, however, is a bleach job that's getting black at the roots. He show's a nice bulge, too." "How do you plan to set him up with me?" "There's a cunt here that owes me big time. Both Chuck and John are plastered. I'll get the cunt to get John away from the kid for a while and then take him home in a taxi, have the driver take him to the door and wait until Claudine opens the door." "How do you know he'll go with her?" "She'll let him fuck her in the taxi and she'll probably fuck the driver on the way back." "Won't Claudine worry where Chuck is?" "They're always so stoned I don't think they care or worry about anybody. But I'll call her anyway and explain." After he'd talked to her he said she was having a heavy period and didn't want to come to the party. Wants her ass fucked later in the week. "Will Chuck go with me?" "I'll introduce you as Brad Pitt, the little fucker is so drunk he won't know the difference. As a matter of fact you look a little like him. We'll get a couple more beers in him and I'll help you get him upstairs in a bedroom. You should be good for the night. If you have any trouble, call me on my cell phone." "Aw, don't tell him I'm Brad Pitt. Just introduce me as Jason and tell him I remind you of Brad Pitt, he'll make the connection." We walked around the bar end of the pool, Pete introduced me. Chuck kept looking at me kind of strange. I wondered if he recognized me but discounted it. He was so drunk he wouldn't have remembered meeting George Bush if it had been more than an hour ago. After John was well out of the scene, Pete and I both stuffed a beer in each of our pants' pockets and led him toward the house. We got him to a room, undressed him and took him to the bathroom. Pete held him up while I held his prick so he didn't piss all over the floor. Pete said "You'll owe me for this." Pete wanted a pay back for every favor he did. "How did he get so pissed? I've been watching him and he's only had beer." "Most teenagers drink beer but they drink too much of it. A can of beer has an alcohol content equal to a highball." The kid wasn't passed out, just drunk but still aware -- in a drunk's sort of hazy uncertainty. He made no objection as I got into bed with him without turning off the lamp beside the bed. "You got a cigarette?" I lit two, showed him where the ashtray was on the nightstand and opened two of the beers. He was sitting, propped up with pillows at his back and I got back in bed and sat feet crossed in front of me and we talked, at least insofar as he was able to carry on a conversation. I guess my eight inches standing at attention made him erect, too. He even fulfilled my fantasy about him. He was hung like a fucking horse for his age. He already had a strong six inches, fat and with a beautiful cock head. His tiny, teenage balls made his cock look all the bigger. I recalled what Pete had said about his bleached hair. His pubes were black. Now that I was in bed with him, the two of us naked, I didn't know what to do as I was afraid and skeptical, realizing he really hadn't come into the house totally of his own free will. I didn't even know if he was straight or gay, despite the fact that he was semi erect. Some guys get erect in locker rooms and showers at school but that's not proof positive that they're gay. As I wondered what to do, Chuck asked, "What are you going to do to me?" "What do you mean?" "You didn't bring me up here and take my clothes off to smoke cigarettes and drink beer? We could have smoked and drank beer at the pool." "Pete and I thought you'd had too much and so we brought you up here to sleep." "Where's John?" "I think Pete said someone took him home. He's really out of the picture." "So, back to what are you going to do to me?" "Anything you'd like me to." "How about cuddling, kissing and sucking cock. But I'll warn you; you're not going to fuck me. If you even try I'll holler up a storm." "Nothing could be better for me. What if it turns into loving instead of sex?" "That would be even better. I've never been in love with someone." "You done stuff before, though?" "With boys, but not a man. I've wanted to try it with a man. Big cocks are a turn on. I don't like women, especially some I could mention by name." He scooted down off the pillows into a prone position on the bed and I got down too, facing him and put my arms around him and pulled his body toward mine. Instinctively we started sucking face and that got very involved and lasted a long time; next was pinching and sucking nipples. The kid was good; he didn't just layback and let me do what I wanted to do with him. He was every bit as active as I was. We fondled each other and did a bit of dry fucking between our legs. It suddenly became obvious we had engaged in too much foreplay and were overheated when he said, "Jason, I think we better start 69ing. You've got me so hot I don't know how much longer I can hold off," I was pretty much worked up myself. Both of our cocks were at maximum size and the skin on our cock heads was so shiny and taut it looked as if it were about to split open. When I sucked his cock into my mouth I knew for certain I couldn't last long. His cock was just too damn good. Too big, too hard and it felt too good inside my mouth and tasted too good. Nothing in the world was more exciting for me than having a young boy's cock in my mouth, a young, sweet fuck tool virgin to a pussy, a young male sex organ that was ripe for making love to, ripe for taking, ripe for ejaculating, ripe for shooting its warm, sticky cum down my throat and that's what happened. I felt the urethra canal along the bottom of his shaft suddenly expand and, with my tongue sensed his love juice shooting down the tube on the way to exit though his piss slit and into my cock hungry mouth. It was too much. It was too wild. We reached the climax stage together, we ejaculated together. It was then that I knew Chuck and I were to be sex partners again. We were just too much alike not to be. Instead of moving, both of us pulled on the other's buns so we could not retract our cocks and remained motionless until we softened in each other's mouth. I was so content and so relaxed that I could have fallen asleep with his boy cock in my mouth. He turned around and kissed me. "Jason, sex turned into love pretty quick, didn't it?" "It sure did." "That never happened to me before, was it because we'd both been drinking?" "I think it's a little deeper than that. I loved you before we had sex; as soon as we started the sex act I knew I loved your cock. I guess if you love both a male and his cock, your feelings become more intense. At this moment, if you were to get dressed and walk out of this room, I would continue to love you, even if I never laid eyes on you again. With you I just experienced a moment of intimacy that bonded you to me forever. That's the best I can explain it." "All I can tell you, Jason, is that before it's been fun. With you, it was much more, almost like something mystical, something that I have to do again, not again with just anybody, I mean with you. It has to be you." The illuminated, digital clock on the nightstand said 2:15 AM when I awoke because Chuck was fondling my cock. Our nocturnal awakening resulted in a second coupling and our second ejaculation. Again asleep, cuddled together, it was 5AM and would have been getting light outside except for Daylight Savings Time, when the door opened and light from the hall shown in onto the bed and woke us as the silhouette of a tall, slender man entered the room. I knew it was Pete as soon as he said, "It's pay back time." I reached across Chuck and turned on the lamp atop the nightstand. Chuck woke, sat up and was wide eyed on seeing Pete, completely naked, taller and more slender appearing than when he was clothed, his huge dick arched out from his groin, over his balls and draped half way to his knees. His brown eyes were almost black and had a look of wildness in them. He was stoned on some drug as well as alcohol. I had never seen him this way before. I must tell you, though, I instantly developed the biggest erection I'd ever had and I looked at Chuck and his young penis, too, was completely hard even though his eyes bespoke terror. I think he thought Pete was going to fuck him with that long snake he had between his legs. Pete flopped on his back on the unoccupied half of the king sized bed, handed me a tube of K-Y, told me to lube his ass and my cock and instructed Chuck to face the head of the bed, swat over his face and guide his cock into his mouth. To me he tossed a bottle of poppers; saying if you lose it, sniff the bottle. He raised his legs told me to fuck his pussy and rested his legs over my shoulders. God, what a complete change in attitude, sexual preference, everything else; it was as if he was a different person. I had never fucked him, or anyone else, before. But the lube made his man pussy very slick and I entered him easily. He eagerly sucked on Chuck's cock as I fucked him. And I did fuck him, fuck him and fuck him. It seemed to go on for an eternity, but of course it didn't. I just seemed that way because I was afraid I was hurting him. Then it happened. He closed his eyes, a smile appeared on his lips and his face assumed an aura of total bliss. I shot off deep in his pussy, he started sucking frantically on Chucks cock and flogging his own, big cock and when it fully hardened he shot the biggest load I'd ever seen come out of any man's cock. It landed all over Chuck's back. You could see Pete's body melt into complete relaxation. He was asleep within seconds after I pulled my dick out of his love hole. He didn't wake up until after 2 o'clock Saturday afternoon. That party at Pete's changed all three of our lives. For a couple of months Chuck continued living with John and Claudine, but I picked him up every night after work and didn't take him home until a few minutes before 8 AM in the morning. After a while it dawned on me that Pete was right, John and Claudine didn't give a shit where he lived or how he was, so he moved in with me full time. I can tell you, in all honesty, that I didn't think it was possible, but my love for him grew stronger every day. He became my life. If you remember, I also told you one of Pete's faults that I found endearing was his unreliability. However, Pete was also smart. He knew his job, as head of the data processing branch for a major bank was a hell of an accomplishment for young man of his age. Consequently, he never again got high on any substance of any kind. Well, except sex that is. Finally he went through two marriages and two divorces and still services a number of cunts with his big cock, but it's with increasing frequency that he appears at our house or summons us to his, at hours that vary around the clock, to have his cock sucked or to repeat the scene at his house that night I fucked his pussy while he sucked on Chuck's cock. Chuck and I are happy with the situation. We consider it as part of the "pay back" then we're also smart. Pete has a cock that just doesn't stop -- so why not enjoy it. It's quite possible to love more than one person at a time and so it seems the old saying applies to cocks, too. Chuck still gets his hair bleached and after a while it gets black at the roots again. I keep telling him it's not good for his hair and he'd look cute with it black too. He's promised me he'll stop. Now he has a new quirk concerning his hair. Every week he has me shave his pubes. I like doing it because it make's him hard and I get in an extra suck every week. I still think having his teen cock in my mouth is one of the most exciting things in the world. THANKS FOR READING MY STORY. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT.