Date: Thu, 30 Apr 1998 23:48:33 PDT From: Zzathras Baggins The Boy Prostitute Another tail from Zzathras. :) As usual no animals were used nor hurt in the making of this story. The following is a FICTIONAL story. It involves a sexual relationship between a man and a young boy. If this sort of thing is not your cup of tea or illegal in your area I suggest you delete it. Zzathras has had a sad live, probably have a sad dead. At least there is symmetry. Chapter One: I stood in the darkened door way waiting for my eyes to adjust to the dimness The din that greeted my ears was worse by far than the dark that assaulted my eyes. I hadn't been to an arcade in months and I was looking forward to blasting some aliens. The company I worked for assigned me to a major merger and takeover. I was stuck in my office for the better part of the winter and all of the spring. Up at five and home after ten in the evening. Well, the takeover was successful and the merger went off without a hitch. yay. I worked my ass off and sacrificed my social life so that my employers could reap huge rewards and make my superiors look all that much better. I was promised a promotion and transfer to a new city of my choice if it went off well. I almost got that. I was transferred all right. To a city my boss knew I hated and would never choose to go to. But it was far from him and he knew this. Not even a thank you, 'good job', suggestion of a raise or measly bonus or even three extra days of vacation. "Jack, we are sending you to New York." "Say what? I HATE New York. You know that Dan." "It's done. Your going. You wanted a transfer so quit whining." At least they gave me extra time off to pack. Without pay of course. I decided to take all of my accumulated vacation time in one lump. Four weeks. I wandered around my old neighborhood and said good-bye to all the people I knew. I made a lot of acquaintances over the last three years here. I would miss a lot of them. My Truck and the rental trailer was packed and I was at the wheel driving into hell. I lived in New York once. I promised myself I would never go back. Grow up in hell's kitchen and tell me if you would like to go back. The road slipped by under me as I drove the three thousand miles back east. I moved to Los Angeles because it was the farthest I could go away from New York without leaving the states or going to Alaska or Hawaii. I hated my job. Five days on the road and I was parked at the border to New York state. This was it. I had to choose. I could go do a job I now hated or I could turn around and start a new life somewhere. I still had two weeks of vacation and no one would miss me until I was gone far away. I had ten thousand dollars in my bank account and two thousand shares of stock that was ballooning in value every minute because of efforts I put into an ungrateful and miserable company. I had at my disposal approximately seventy five thousand dollars if I sold all my stock. The condo I had had not sold yet so I had no money from that yet. If it sold for what I wanted I would take in another twelve thousand after I paid off the loan. The day was strange. The road behind me was clear and sunny. A beautiful day was back there becoming me to enjoy it. The road that led into New York was dark with rain clouds that reflected my mood. Dark and ominous. I was still young and healthy. Twenty six and a graduate of a good business school. I had a masters in management and four years of experience in acquisitions and mergers. I could go almost anywhere and get a job that would support me. What the fuck was I doing sitting in my truck even considering going back to a place that tried to kill me once? I slammed my foot to the floor and drove my vehicle over the median onto the highway leading the other direction. I didn't give a fuck where I was going. I wasn't going there and that was all that mattered. I would eat up as much of my vacation time AND all my sick days before telling the company to fuck off. After I secured other income of course. I had three weeks of vacation and another two weeks of sick days to use up. I drove to Albany and checked into a nice hotel. I bought several maps of the surrounding states and sat in my room with the phone in hand. "Dan, I need to take my sick days." "What? We need you in the Jersey office right away!" "Dan, My dad had a heart attack. I need to go tend to his affairs." "How long?" "Six weeks at the most Dan. I have a lot to do." "SIX!? Out of the question." "Dan, company policy states quite clearly that in the case of family illness and or emergency an employee can take as much of his or her vacation time and sick days as they need. I have five weeks between the two. I am sure I will be in the Jersey office by that time." He was pissed and ranted and raved at me for a good five minutes. I knew he had no leg to stand on. I didn't even have to report to him. It was that I had no one to report to yet. I was in transition and had no superiors to report to but I had to do this right and I had to tell someone. "God Damn! We need you there NOW!" "Get a clue Dan. I need this time and this time policy supports me. I'm calling company personnel to get this done now. Have a good fucking life." I slammed the phone down and called personnel. the lady on the other end was kind, considerate and helpful. I got six full weeks to do with as I pleased. Five with pay and she was sending an emergency check to me next day air for the whole amount. And no, my dad was not sick. He died six years earlier. I had a fist full of cash and a tank full of gas. My future was wide open to me and I never felt more free. I wandered around for two whole weeks. I just woke in the morning and went outside. the first bird I saw I watched. When the bird flew off I went that direction. I had updated my resume and sent it to several companies. I wasn't really interested in working at the moment so I just took my own sweet time about it. Thus it was that I found myself in Washington DC A real pit. most of the town at least. Some of it was quite nice. Here I decided to waste a day at the movies and playing video games. My eyes grew accustomed to the dimness of the arcade and I wandered in. I got five dollars in tokens and stuffed them in my pocket. My movie started in an hour and I was going to enjoy myself. When I was a teenager and in collage I hung out in arcades to watch the boys. Now I was just playing a game. I hadn't thought about boys in a couple years. Well, not much anyway. The job kept me busy and I let it crowd out my attraction to the lads. It kept me out of trouble. I played a few old favorites and tried a couple new ones. I had to admit the quality of the games certainly improved over the days of "space invaders". I did take a look around the arcade and noticed several cute boys there. What struck me was the total lack of girls there. Usually you could find girls where the boys were. Another thing that caught my eye was the way they were dressed. All of the boys were young looking. I put the oldest at perhaps twelve. The youngest at around eight. All wore shorts that were a size too small so they hugged little hips a bit close. Three of the boys were shirtless and four had on tank tops. They all were near the counter looking my direction as I played a racing game. I kinda got a feeling I was being hunted. The one that caught my eye was a cute little tow headed boy of perhaps ten. He wore a white tank top that showed most of his chest and his shorts were so tight I could tell he had no unders on. He wandered to the bathroom and I tried to be less than obvious about watching to see him when he came out. As he approached the counter the arcade owner motioned him over and talked to the lad a bit. I checked my watch and saw it was ten minutes to show time. I was feeling a bit odd so I decided to go to my show. As I got up from the game the boy came over and asked, "Mister, you got a token?" "Umm I have a couple left. I was going to the show, I guess you could have them." "Cool, whatcha gonna watch?" "Lost In Space." "I want to see that one but I don't got no money." He looked a bit sad. "I would take you but I don't think that your parents would like a total stranger taking you to a show." "It's OK! I can ask!" He ran to the counter and yammered at the man for a moment. "OK, lets go!" He chirped at me when he came running back. I glanced at the man and he nodded at me so I took it to mean I could take the tike with me to the show. I got a second ticket and we went inside. I paid for sodas and popcorn and a candy for each of us and we took our seats. There were no others in the auditorium when we got there and we walked tot he center of the room and found some comfy looking seats. I sat down and put my drink in it's cup holder and the boy tried to get the seat down but could not. I pushed it down and he hopped on my hand. "Your sitting on my hand there kiddo." "Yea!" He grinned at me. I could feel his perky little cheeks flex against the back of my hand and he wiggled his behind in the seat. "Well are you going to give me my hand back?" "Nope." he giggled. I turned my hand over under him and he giggled more. I held the entirety of his butt in my hand for a moment savoring the feeling. I felt a familiar stirring in my loins as he continued to wiggle on my hand. I pinched him playfully and he hopped up and inch add I pulled my hand free. "That's what ya get for sitting on my hand." I giggled at him. We waited till the previews started telling bad joked back and forth. I decided to get up and pee before the show so I would not have to go during it. The boy followed me and we entered the restroom together. The large washroom was vacant. I walked up to a urinal and pulled my half hard penis out and began to pee. The boy took the stall next to me and pulled his shorts down over his butt, then he held his little dick in his hand while he peed, slowly stoking it the entire time. I was amazed and aroused at this whole display. By the time he was finished peeing I was done and hard as a rock. He looked at me and smiled. "I think you should pull your pants up before someone sees you." "If you want me too. But I KNOW you don't want me to mister." He smiled slyly at me. I knew he planned this. As we walked back to the show I said "My name is Jack. What's yours?" "Seth." He took my hand and we walked back to the show. We munched on our snacks for about fifteen minutes before he shivered and asked in such a little boy sort of way. "Jack I'm cold." It was a mite cool in the theater. "Want to sit in my lap?" I wanted to wrap my arms around him so bad. He hopped up and crawled into my lap and snuggled in close and we watched the show. He kept wiggling his ass against my renewing erection and he even flexed his cheeks against it. I had my arms completely around him and inside his shirt rubbing his small chest gently. I was horny as hell and enjoying the whole experience. After about ten minutes he leaned his head back and whispered in my ear, "I can take care of this," he flexed his ass cheeks and they gripped my boner, "for you if you want." "What do you mean?" I stammered. "I can suck it or jack you off. I know you want it. I am real good at sucking." "here?" "Sure. there aint anyone else here." "If you want to." I was excited and terrified at the same time. "But I got to charge you for it." "Charge?" "Yea. If I jack you off it is fifteen bucks, if you want me to suck you it's twenty five." I was so hot right then I would have paid anything for him to suck me. "OK. Twenty five it is." I whispered. He got down on the floor and faced me. His little hands reached up and undid my belt and slowly pulled the zipper down. He smiled at me as he reached inside my boxers and pulled my erection free. He started at it in the flickering light and licked his lips. I sucked in my breath as he slid it into his throat. He was so hot and his tongue so wiggly I nearly shot right then but he managed to keep me hovering on the brink of explosion for a solid twenty minutes. I kept expecting someone to walk in or the police to come arrest me and cart my happy ass off to jail. I settled back and let him do all the work. After all I was paying him wasn't I? He took his sweet time as he stroked me gently and firmly to orgasm with his mouth and hands. He didn't even blink as I exploded into his mouth with days of pent up semen. He didn't spill a drop as he sucked all of me in and licked me clean. I closed my eyes as I floated back to earth. he tucked my softening penis back in my pants and tidied up my clothes as I wondered what it would be like to get sucked by the cutie on the screen in front of me. As Seth climbed back into my lap I thanked him and told him I would get his money when the show ended. We cuddled for a few minutes and I asked, "Do you want me to do you now?" "Well usually I charge for that too." "How much?" "Five if you jack me off and ten if you suck me." "Do you want me to do you? You did say 'usually' didn't you?" "Yea. You got me all hard in the bathroom. If you would do me I can knock off five from the price of the blow job." "You want me to suck or use my hand?" "Your hand. It's cold in here and I don't want to take my shorts all the way off." I put my feet up on the seats in front of us and moved Seth's legs to straddle me. He leaned back against me and I slipped a few fingers under the waist band of his shorts. He shivered again and I slid my hands further in. I could feel his heat as I approached his little dickie. He was so small there and hard as a steel rod. Silky smooth skin greeted my fingers and he moaned a little as I stroked him up and down a few gentle times. I was shaking badly by this time. I had never touched a boy like this and he was so willing and hot it overwhelmed me. I slowly and gently picked up speed as the movie approached the ending and he soon was wiggling and stretching in my arms as I brought him off to his boyish dry orgasm. He relaxed against me and I cuddled him with my hands in his shorts as the credits started to roll. I pulled them out and straightened his clothes as he did mine for me. We held hands as we went to the bathroom to quickly pee and leave. Outside we were greeted by the sight of a dozen police cars across the way at the arcade. "Oh Fuck!" the boy moaned. "Tony got busted!" "Are we in trouble?" I asked terrified. He turned us away and quickly began to walk with his little hand in mine. "Don't look just keep walking. I hope they didn't see me. If they didn't we can get away before they check out the theater. Some of us take our tricks there for a quickie instead of the motel." We quickly made our way to my car and drove to the hotel I was staying at. Inside we sat down and stared at each other. Neither of us had a clue. We turned on the TV and watched the local news. "And in headlines today Arcade owner Tony Tony was arrested for running a prostitution ring out of his Arcade. The sad thing was that the man was using boys as young as three for his prostitutes. Sources say he controlled the boys using drugs and physical as well as sexual force." "That's bullshit!" Seth exploded. "He aint never let us even think of using drugs! He kicked out Anthony for smokin pot! And he never let babies turn tricks! The youngest is David and he's nine! He aint never hurt none of us or made us turn tricks!" The boy was incensed. "Calm down Seth. The press always does this. it generates ratings for them. Don't let them get you so worked up." The boy stabbed the off button on the TV and sat heavily next to me. I watched as his rage melted away and tears streamed down his face. "He took me in when my folks up and left me. He's all I got. What am I gonna do now?" He buried his head in a pillow and bawled like the little kid he was. I cradled him and wondered what was coming for us in the future. I knew I wasn't going to leave this angel on the street. I ordered Chinese food for us both and we waited for some revelation to save us from the uncertainties of our future. Boy Prostitute Chapter 2 OK. We all know the drill: This is pure FICTION. It didn't happen to me nor anyone else that I know of. The actions of the people in this story are illegal in many areas and dangerous. DON'T TRY THEM AT HOME. Or anywhere else for that matter. For those who have mailed me about my other stories, I thank you all for your letters and encouragement. I haven't been able too keep up with my regular work much less new stories AND responding to your correspondence. Just because I don't respond does not mean I don't care. I do. It is just at times a bit more work than I can keep up with. Flames will be ignored and yes, I do read all my mail. So go ahead and let me know what you thing and send some suggestions. I won't do rape, bondage, scat, humiliation, water sports, or bestiality. So please don't ask for stories by me on those subjects. A boy is to beautiful and special to me to involve those elements. A few have inquired about pornographic pictures and such involving children. Please don't. I do not collect nor have any information about such matters. This is not to say I don't like to see a boy in his natural beauty but I just feel pornography that uses kids is not right. Sex should be private. many thanks and hopes for liberation. Zzathras. zzathras@hotmail.com Seth fell asleep crying into a pillow and I sat at a chair confused and worried. What was he going to do? Who would take care of him? How would he live? Unfortunately I knew the answers already. Seth would go to turning tricks in the street and having a pimp of some sort taking all his money, probably getting hooked on drugs and dead in a gutter somewhere in a couple years. The clock turned to the new day before I crawled into bed and cuddled up to Seth and drifted off to disturbed sleep. When I woke up Seth was whimpering into the pillow again and shaking like a leaf. "Seth?" "What?" he mumbled. "We need to talk about this and figure out what to do." "What I need to do. Your gonna be gone and I am the one that needs to figure out what to do." "I'm not comfortable just leaving you. Maybe we can both think of something." "Why do you care so much?" He sounded bitter. "Because I do. Call it a big heart and a soft head. I want to help. I cant stand the idea of you turning tricks on the street." "I wont do the street. To dangerous. I will probably have top go to Panky. He has a whole stable of hookers. He's the only one I know of sides Tony." Seth turned too look at me. "He aint none to nice though. I hear he beat one of his girls near to death for not making her quota." "No." "What?" "Your not going there. We can think of something else. CPS maybe can help." "Fuck them! They stuck me in a foster home once. The faggot in there just wanted me to fuck. He already had a girl and two boys making movies for him. CPS didn't believe me and took me back when I ran off. The next time I got to the highway and hitched to DC" he giggled a little "the sign said 'Grass, Gas or Ass. No one gets a free ride'. He didn't think I would take him up on it." I let that drop right there. "I can stick around till we think of something Seth." "Yea. Then what?" "I don't know, I don't know." I was getting depressed. "I'm going to take a shower guy. Once we get some food in us we need to get you some clothes and do some serious thinking." I crawled out of bed and walked to the big bathroom. I liked this hotel chain because they had nice accommodations. Neglecting to lock the door, I stripped and climbed into the shower. What the hell was I going to do with a ten year old hooker? I washed and shampooed without a revelation of any sort. Frustration began to set in and I climbed out of the shower and put on my robe. Seth was sitting on the edge of the bed in his half top and skin tight shorts. He looked absurd at the moment. "You need a shower seth?" "yea. did you leave me any hot water?" "Plenty! Take your time and we can get some breakfast." Without hesitating Seth stood up and pulled his shirt off and dropped it on the bed. Then he skinned his shorts off and dropped them with his shirt. I stood staring at him like a goof. He was gorgeous. Thin and healthy with a light tan that only accentuated his beauty. His boyhood hung straight down and was no longer than an inch and a half. He had one of those penises that was uncut but the head still poked out a bit. I could feel myself responding to his body almost immediately. "What, you never seen a boy naked before?" He asked with a smile on his angelic face. "Not a live boy in many years Seth." "Well here's your chance! If you want I can be naked all the time for you. That is if you want to pay me. I need the money." "Seth, if I could afford to I would do just that." I stared in wonder and drank in his lithe beauty as he sidled up to me and ground his small body into my terrycloth covered body. I was hard as a bone and he knew this. "Well maybe I can do something that you can afford." "Ummmmmm." "Well I already sucked you. A handjob is cheaper but not as much fun as far as I am concerned. If you fuck me between the legs it's twenty five. Up my hole is a hundred and fifty. No negotiation and you have to wear a rubber. If you got a camera you can take my picture. That's fifty and hour. Movies are Seventy five an hour if I'm alone." "Seth." "What?" "Umm. I want to. But I'm scarred." I was as honest as I could be. "I want to, that's about as obvious as can be. But I'm not so sure about it." "What?" I sat on the bed and took his small hands in mine. "I REALLY want to. You know that. But it's all so new to me. When I dream of sex with a boy I dream of giving the pleasure. Like when we were in the theater. I really enjoyed that much more than when you sucked me." "Not from the expression on your face!" He snickered. "Well at least as much." "Jack, I need the money. I want to do it with you not just for the money, but I have to have it so I can eat." "While your with me I will provide for you. I wont ask for sex or anything like it. If you want we can get another room and sleep in separate beds even." "And when you leave? What will I eat then Jack? If you wont pay me then I gotta go to someone that will." "You know people that will?" "Yea. They aint so nice and some of them stiff me for the money, but I gotta work to eat. I don't want no mommy or daddy to take care of me. Mine dumped me and I don't want to be left like that again. I want to make my own money so I don't get dumped like that again." "Seth.." "Look! Do me or let me go." He was adamant. "I wont 'do you'. But I wont just open the door and watch you go either. What would you charge me to be my companion? You just be with me like my own son and let me provide for you till I find a solution to this mess." "Any sex?" "I don't know. Maybe some, Maybe none." "Lemme think about it. I never figured out a long term contract before." I stared in amazement at this lad talking about prices and contracts about his body in such a matter of fact sort of way. He walked into the bathroom and climbed into the shower without closing the door. I got dressed and packed my suitcases. I was insane for considering this and almost decided to withdraw my offer and drag him screaming to the CPS office. "Two fifty a week with sex five times a week. Not up my hole or you pay regular rates for that and nothing freaky. I decide what is and aint freaky. You get me some clothes and stuff." "Kinda steep." "If you want me that's the price. I don't want you thinking I'm yours or nothin." "One fifty in cash and the rest due at the end of the contract. That way when we do part you get a lump to live on. Partial weeks are paid as a full week for more than three days, otherwise half." "Done." He stood before me straight as an arrow and shook my hand. He dripped water on my shoes as he held a towel in his hand. "Don't forget the twenty for the blow job." He was all business. I knelt in front of him and took the towel. "Yup. Now lets get you dry. With those shorts, if you get wet they would be completely see through." "That's the idea. Lets the johns know what they are getting." He was blunt. "Well I can see quite well what it is I'm getting Seth. Let's eat and we can figure out what to do." He let me rub him dry as he stood before me smiling like a cherub. When he dressed again I saw that he was going to draw a lot of attention when we went out in public. Attention I didn't want. "Here, put one of my T-shirts on over that. I don't want some pervert to be looking at your butt." I joked. "Yea. You want to look at it all yourself." He joked back as he slipped into my shirt. We went to breakfast and shopping that morning. I almost felt lie a real father. I got to choose and decide while suggesting and guiding Seth in his wardrobe choices. He was a bit extreme in his selections. He was still trying to dress like a hooker. I wanted him too look and be a normal boy while he was with me. He ran up quite a little bill since he had nothing to wear that I would be caught in public with him in. Underwear, socks, pants, shorts, T-shirts, slacks, shoes. It is amazing how fast five hundred dollars can add up. "Five hundred?" Seth gaped at the bill. "Yea. Ouch." "I didn't think it would be THAT much! I figured a hundred, maybe two tops!" "Don't worry about it Seth. Your worth it." I really could not afford to spent money this fast on the boy. He was worse than a drug. Instantly addictive and cash draining. And he was devastatingly cute too boot. We didn't even bother with pajamas or a swimsuit. I reached my limit and then some with just what we got. I would have to sit down and calculate my options and my expenses carefully before we went to much further in this relationship. All that morning we talked about me and my life. He avoided going into details about his own life and I didn't press too much. If he wanted to he would talk. If not then I would leave it. Basically we wasted the day window shopping and picking up a FEW small things for the lad. We went to a show and then drove to another hotel across town. The receptionist didn't even blink at me and the handsomely dressed boy with me as I checked us in as father and son. The room was a bit larger and had a single king sized bed. I had asked for a double, but they were booked solid and seth decided it with a quick "That's OK dad I can sleep with you!" At just the right moment. I liked the sound of 'Dad' coming from him. We lay in the bed watching TV and tossing ideas back and forth as to what to do. Nothing worked. I sat up straight in bed and whimpered loudly. "What!?" Seth asked. I pointed to the business news on the TV "And in a stunning announcement today, Darken incorporated has made an unprecedented bid to buy rival company Hawthorne investments. Hawthorne stocks opened today at thirty two dollars and fifty cents, closed at more than three times that at one hundred thirteen dollars and seventy five cents." "WHAT!?" Seth demanded. "I own stock in that company." I whimpered. "Which one?" "Hawthorne. one hundred and thirteen dollars a share." Fucking wow. "How many shares?" He was interested. "Two thousand." "Over two hundred fifty thousand dollars? Fuuuuuuccccckkkkk. Your rich." "Not quite. But closer than I was a few minutes ago." I laid back heavily. "I gotta call my broker." I snatched the phone off the table and dialed the number. Come morning I would have enough money to keep me and my boy in twinkies for a long time. I knew a few investments that would pay nice, secure dividends that would almost equal my annual income at my current, soon to be former, employer. I also made a few discreet calls to a few close friends and grew concerned. It seemed that Darken Inc. was strapped for cash and was struggling to come up with the money to make their takeover bid happen. If they failed the stock would plummet again. IF things went horribly bad they would wind up on the block and Hawthorne would walk in and gobble them up like they did to any company that was silly enough to draw their attention. If my broker sold off my stock like I wanted I would be secure. If I played my cards right I could double my money. Darken was going for twenty five a share at the moment and if the deal slipped their stock would drop. If Hawthorne swung a counter offensive Darken would then skyrocket with a takeover bit coming from Hawthorne. "Sell the Hawthorne and use half to buy Darken." Seth was thinking just what I was at the moment. "If the whole thing goes bust you will still have a bundle." "I like the way you think Seth. I know for a fact that if Hawthorne even smells a weakness in Darken's position they will counter attack." "How do you know?" "Because I worked for them. I know what they like to do and if you piss them off they will take you over just to destroy the company. Darken is going to have to play their cards VERY well or Hawthorne will tear them apart at the seams." "Isn't this insider trading?" Seth questioned me. "Nope. I gave the sell order before I found this out. The next step might be considered that. I do have information that others generally don't. But anyone that looks at Hawthornes track record will know what they will do in this situation. It has happened before. Just keep quiet and we can make some real money kiddo." We smiled and giggled like school children. The next day proved interesting. We both stuck to the TV and waited for the word. I called my broker and gave a buy order for Darken at market open and placed a one hundred dollar sell on the Darken stock. It would be sold if it hit a hundred. If not I would have to make another call. We generally wasted the day in the hotel room waiting for a situation that never happened. Neither company moved. Hawthorne stock climbed another fifteen points and leveled out. by the time the bell rang I had taught Seth most of the basics about the stock market and he picked up quickly. What I did realize was that he had a talent for numbers and particularly money. After we got back from dinner Seth started to undress as he walked to the bathroom. At the door he was down to his BVDs and he turned to me "I'm gonna take a bath. Wanna help?" I looked at his little hips clad in the snug fitting white cotton briefs and melted. The prior night I was so worked up about the stock I hadn't thought about him in that way at all and he fell asleep next to me fully clothed. Now I was definitely interested. "You bet I am tiger!" I growled as I stalked him into the little bathroom. He reached for the elastic band that helped cover his boy body and I reached out to stop him. I sat on the toilet and drew him close to me. He smiled at me like he was the cat that ate the canary. My hands rested on his hips and I looked him in the eye. I leaned forward and kissed his button nose and slid my hands over his tight little bottom. I gently squeezed his cheeks and hugged him to me. We touched lips and kissed softly and slowly. He was a much better kisser than I was, after all he had a lot more experience kissing men than I did kissing boys. I slipped my fingers into the elastic holding his underpants up and slowly worked them down over his tinny hips and to his knees. I slid my hands up again and savored the silky firmness of his little handful sized buns as our tongues danced and played. I worked my hands back down and slipped his briefs off and tossed them back into the outer room leaving him completely naked for me to enjoy. As I stroked and petted his tinny body, Seth unbuttoned my shirt and helped me take it off. He tossed it after his underwear and then worked on my pants. He unbuckled my belt and we kissed and he allowed my hands to roam his chest and bottom to my hearts content as he unzipped my pants. Soon my trousers and boxers joined the other garments and I stood as naked as he did and we inspected each others bodies. He was a work of art and I was stone cold horny for his little body. "We should get wet if we are gonna take a bath Jake." He whispered. I set the water to running and we climbed in together and waited for the warm water to cover us. Seth didn't mention the erection the he leaned his little body back to as I hugged him close to me. "Should I wash you?" Seth asked as we snuggled in the warm water. "No. I want to wash you first." I picked up the soap and began to lather him up. I neglected the washcloth and found a new eroticism in rubbing my hands over his slippery bare skin. I gently massaged him all over and he let me do all the work as he relaxed into my arms. as my hands stroked the inside of his thighs, he moaned and took my hands in his. He guided mine to his crotch and I could feel his boyness as hard as could be and throbbing in desire. I stroked him and let him twist and wiggle in my arms a bit before I stopped. "Why'd you stop?" "Lets take this to the bed where we can have some room Seth." I stood up and stepped out of the bath. He waited until I had finished drying before he joined me and let me dry him off once again. Picking him up I carried him to the bed and laid him down gently. He was so beautiful laying there and proud in his beauty. I laid next to him and took him in my hand again and stroked him softly. He giggled and said "That tickles. Put some muscle into it Jack!" I tightened my grip and continued a slow rhythm that drove him nuts after about ten minutes. He was moaning and wiggling trying to get me to bring him off faster. I refused to let his release happen to quickly. I wanted to please him as much as I could and I was driving him bonkers with my ministrations. He grabbed my hand and began to thrust his little hips into it in a desperate bit to reach orgasm. I took his hands away and sped up my pumping to reward him for his beauty. He smiled at me as his little penis throbbed toward climax and I thrilled in watching him glow and twist as he reached the goal he was demanding. "Oh wow! No one ever did that for me. Most just jerk me for a couple minutes and stop. they leave me horny as hell and jerking myself." "Like I said Seth, I want to pleasure you. It makes me feel good to know you feel good." "Well I think I should return the favor then Jack." He pushed me down to the bed and growled at me like a kitten. I smiled and let him do to me as he wished. He sat on my legs and lowered his brown haired head to my crotch. I could feel his hot breath as he licked the tip a couple times and rolled my nuts in his hands. I moaned as he gripped my shaft in his hot hands and slowly rubbed it up and down a few times. I could not believe this. He was so angelic and beautiful sitting over me willing to grant me the ultimate pleasure. I almost forgot I was paying him for this. He made gobbling sounds as he swallowed my shaft and bit gently on me to let me know just how much he had in his mouth. Almost all of my 7" thin pecker was inside his mouth. He then began to masturbate me with his mouth and tongue. I watched his head bob up and down and felt his hands massage my balls. HE worked me over for a long time bringing me near orgasm at least three times and relishing the power he had over me. He played me like a harp and I loved the song he was composing with my body. His hands left my balls and roamed up to my chest. He sought out my nipples and gently pinched them to attention as he played with them and introduced me to new waves of pleasure. I had never touched my self like that and had never considered my own nipples to be a pleasure center. Soon I tensed up feeling my climax rushing upon me and he knew this. Increasing the tempo and pressure on my penis, Seth drove me toward the most erotic experience I had to date. As I began to spurt into his mouth I lost control and thrust my hips into his face. he took it like the professional he was and let me thrust as he gulped and swallowed my cum as fast as I shot it into his mouth. When was spent and collapsed back to the bed he conned to suck and lick the last remaining drops of semen from me. When he finished he crawled back into my arms and I hugged him close to me. "That was so amazing Seth." I panted. "I thought you would like it. I got lots more stuff we can do if you want." "Not right now love. Let's just cuddle and watch some TV We don't have to be having sex all the time you know." "If your as good at sucking as you are at handjobs I think I would want to be having sex with you all the time." He grinned widely at me and we lay naked and happy in each others arms as I scanned the channel for something to watch.