Date: Sun, 17 Feb 2008 21:40:39 -0800 (PST)
From: pretend play <pretendluver@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boy Valentine,

All the usual disclaimers apply. If for some reason, you shouldn't be
reading this, then don't. If you do, know and understand the laws that
apply to your region regarding your actions.

I am grateful for any feedback that comes from your experience reading my
story.  I attempt to reply to all. Thanks pretendluver@yahoo.com


BOY VALENTINE
by: pretendluver@yahoo.com


I loaded the heavy box filled with old books onto the back of my SUV as I
when off to the Public Library for my annual donation pilgrimage. I laid
the box at the counter and after some small talk with the librarian. I got
my receipt and started to head down the hallway back to my truck when out
of the corner of my eye I noticed the bathroom sign. I decided to make a
quick stop since I wouldn't be heading straight home and nature had started
to call.  I walked into the unusually long room that was comprised of three
urinal stands on the right side and three lavatories on the opposite
side. In the back there were two toilet stalls, one standard size and the
other a larger handicap stall. As I headed to the first toilet stall, I
noticed that the overhead lights in the back of the room were off making it
somewhat dim. Nonetheless, I walked in and after dropping my pants to my
ankles, I sat at the toilet.
	As I relieved my bladder I heard the bathroom door screech open
followed by the unmistakable resonance of short small steps. There was
momentary silence and I could distinctly hear heavy breathing echoing
against the walls of the cold room followed buy a strong stream of piss
pouncing against the white porcelain. Then the very distinctive grunt of
pleasure followed by a muffled fart.  After a few more seconds of complete
silence, I have to admit I got curious and I had to peek under the stall
partition to see if he was still standing at the urinal. What I saw
instead, caught me completely by surprise and nearly shocked me out of my
wits. As I started bending down to look under the partition I caught a
glimpse of the spiky tips of his dark hair, so I immediately retreated back
up. He had beaten me to the punch and was actually peeking on me. The
thought of it got me immediately aroused so I started jacking off hoping to
give him a show if that's what he was looking for.
	I waited to see what he would do next and soon I heard steps and
saw his shadow walking past the door of my stall and into the next. After
jostling his shorts down he sat at the toilet. I continued to carefully
sneak peeks under the wall to check what he was up to. It didn't take him
long and I notice his shadow on the floor as he leaned forward and then I
saw his little hand propping against the floor preventing him from falling
over as he bent down to peep on me. By now I had a raging hardon that I
massaged vigorously hoping that it was the object of his interest. He had
no clue at this point that I knew he was looking at me, however I had a
feeling he didn't care.
	I reposition my body forward and to the right as to provide a clear
angle for him. After a minute or so I decided to look and see if he was
still there. As I bent down I found him on all fours and relatively close
to the edge of the partition wall. He was a bold one indeed!  As soon as he
saw me he rose back up immediately and I could hear him breathing heavily
as he was startled by my move. I was afraid that perhaps I had scared him
and he would leave. I continued to sneak peeks underneath and saw him
starting to pull his undies and shorts back up. At that point I was
convinced he would leave, however I wasn't about to let it happen without
trying something that might change his mind.  When I heard him unlock his
stall door I stood up and unlocked mine as well. I purposely made sure to
do it loudly enough so he could hear. And he did! As he walked past my
stall I saw him turn and look in through the door gap. I stood on my side
holding my enraged cock, him on his sneaking a not so casual glance as he
walked by. I waited and my patience was rewarded as he return for a second
look. This time he stood there, looked me straight at my face, I smiled, he
look back down and I offered him a complete look. He looked back up as in
approval; I reached over and swung the door open halfway.
	He was a young boy, perhaps 11-12 but no more than 13. Cute as a
button, carrying some baby fat but not overweight. His face was round and
fair and his eyes stood out not for their color but the size of his
lashes. I was at awe of the innocent beauty that concealed the uncontrolled
curiosity that only young boys have. He continued to favor my lower body
with piercing looks that covered me like a warm blanket and filled me with
complete disregard for time and place. I had to know how much this
youngster was willing to experience.  Impulsively I took a big step
forward, literally and figuratively. I stood outside the stall with the
moist tip of my cock only inches from him. I removed my right hand from my
growing and slowly caressed his left cheek, running it down to his
shoulder, where I massaged him briefly, the down his arm to his hand. I
pulled his hand towards me and placed it on my cock. And that was my first
clue as to how far he might go. He instinctively started stroking me with
intent and purpose. He was no seasoned veteran but his technique hinted of
experience. I allowed us to indulge for brief moment then leaned forward
and whispered at his ear to join me in the big stall. He followed without
the slightest hesitation and so I locked the door behind him to ensure our
privacy. He looked at me and smiled mischievously.  We had only started to
reacquaint when heard the main door swung open. I quickly helped him up
onto the toilet seat and we stood quietly motionless while we listened for
signs of the impromptu visitor. At this point we were facing each other
with him standing slightly above eyelevel with me. We smiled and held hands
as I signal him to remain quiet. Once we heard the intruder commence his
discharge at the urinal, my hands slid up his arms up to his shoulders and
while looking at each other's eyes I pulled him forward and planted a long
tender kiss on his lips. I was amazed by the subtle trembling of his body
in response to my advance. My hands slid down to his lower back and I held
him in a tight embrace as we kissed gently and passionately like only new
lovers do. The sound of the flushing urinal echoed in the room but the boy
continued to suckle on my tongue like a hungry cub.
	With my hands at his waist I didn't waver to escalate our condition
and jumped at the opportunity. My fingers made quick work of the snaps and
zipper of the boy's shorts and no perceiving any objection I pull them down
past his knees. The goose-bumps on his thighs implied chill or arousal. I'd
wish to think it was the latter since he already sported the tented up
tightness of wood under his tighty whities. It was the most beautiful thing
you'd even seen. I wanted it to last, but I was aware that this was neither
the time nor place for greed and we should just secure the opportunity.
With that, I slid my fingers around the waistband of his briefs and pull
them down to expose the natural beauty of his flawlessly intact
exquisiteness. The fully erect and lovely appendage glowed proudly with a
couple shades darker tone than rest of his body except for his nut sack
which was even darker still.
	My mouth watered in anticipation as the throbbing between my legs
became intensified at the sight of this magnificent display, sending globs
of pre-cum running down my inner thighs. I marveled at the inconceivable
fortune that brought me to this place and time as I engulfed the delightful
dish served before me. I held him tightly against me as I stole his
superficial wholesomeness with every breath.  Inside the boy's burning
desire ruled his world as he whimpered in rapture & delight. My hands
clenched the perfectly formed and plentiful globes that shaped his rear
end, encouraging him to rhythmically use my eager mouth for his pleasure.
The boy responded with a combination of rawness and simplicity typical of
one lacking experience.
	I decided to explore further into his limits by casually running
the tip of my right index past the crevice of his silky smooth and tightly
puckered orifice. His response was immediate and telling. This was a boy
very much in touch with his sexual arousal, one desperate to learn and
discover new frontiers. To that effect I proceeded to flip him around
facing the wall and lean forward. As I contemplated the silky softness of
this boy's fair skin I couldn't help but smile at the interestingly shaped
blemish of a birth mark on his left buttocks. It was an almost perfectly
shaped heart that I took as a sign of things to come. Not wanting to make
him self-conscious of my staring I rubbed his gorgeous ass slowly while
parting the crack every so often to catch a glimpse of his immaculate
pucker. I could no longer resist and buried my face between his cheeks,
darting my tongue in rapid succession into the boy's hole. His body trashed
about as I licked, slurped and savored the sweetness of his virginity. The
boy was reaching a level of ecstasy previously unknown to him or at the
very least far beyond anything he could've imagined at his tender age.
	After the long uninterrupted assault on his butt, I was ready to
explode and he appeared exhausted as perceived by the buckling of his knees
that required me to brace him from collapsing. At this point I felt the
needed to bring our rendezvous to a speedy conclusion or risk consequences.
But I was too engaged, too intoxicated to simply walk away from it all. I
took the nearly nude boy into my arms and held him tightly as once again we
locked our lips in passionate exchange. I rubbed his back and butt and he
held his outstretched arms around my neck. I probed his asshole that proved
to be slick with my saliva and the boy quickly moaned delightfully. I
didn't know if I should or even if I could but I just knew I had to try. As
I sat on the toilet I took his legs and had him startle my thighs, then
slowly moved him further up until my cock was grazing his butt crack. I
wrenched in fucking motions letting my cock slide on the slickness of the
crack until it found the spot.  He froze the moment he felt the head
stretch his hole but he allowed me to park there for a few seconds. I
though I would cum right there and then as my foreskin peeled back and his
anus crowned my head. My balls boiled with fire unlike anything I've ever
felt before.
	I whispered in his ear to relax and kissed his forehead. He looked
at me with combination of longing and fear. His eyes glazed with emotion as
he let out a deep breath and his body sunk onto mine. My cock was now half
way in him as I held him from falling deeper for fear of hurting him.
Seconds passed and I started slow calculated thrusts that he appeared to be
comfortable with. Slowly I released by grip and allowed him to lower
himself at will. I heard him release another deep breath followed by a deep
moan and he was resting on my balls. He looked up to me with a grin on his
face and I smiled. He smiled back then giggled. I attempted to lift him up
and down onto me but the position was not very comfortable and his legs
were not long enough to push off against the ground. So I wrapped my arms
around him and lifted him up while still buried nuts deep in his ass. I
leaned him against the tiled wall, pinned him firmly and started to thrust
into him. It wouldn't take very long before I was unloading all my pent up
excitement deep into the boy's loins as jet after jet blew out of my cock
in what appeared to be an unending torrent of cum.
	With his legs still wrapped around my back, we stayed motionless as
I laid my body weight against him and the wall. After recovering my breath
I pulled back and my cock slid out of his ass sending a pool of cum onto
the floor, my pants and shoes. I carefully took him to the opposite side
and handed him his clothes. We both had a look of complete disbelief and
amazement and giggled almost hysterically as I helped him clean up and get
dressed again. We walked out together almost defiantly as if knowing we had
done something daring and gotten away with it. I waved goodbye as I headed
to my truck, he just smiled and licked his lips. I would never see my boy
Valentine again but I sure never forgot him.

I hope you enjoyed this story. I put a lot of effort into it with the
intent of making it as pleasant for you to read as it was for me to tell. I
welcome constructive criticism and exchange of ideas and experience with
others.