Date: Sat, 21 Feb 1998 16:24:09 -0500 (EST)
From: serendip@cheerful.com
Subject: Boy Vignettes 5

"Let me undress you," I told the boy one day when we were finally alone
together.

I wanted to undress him slowly, piece by piece, giving me time to feel him,
every little part of him, with my nervous, anxious hands.  First, I
gingerly unfastened his pants to loosen the waist and pull out his
shirttail.  Next, I unbuttoned his shirt slowly, methodically undoing each
button, touching his soft skin, little by little.  Then I eased my hands
under his open shirt and lightly slid it off his shoulders, letting it drop
to the floor behind him.

My hands trailed down his hairless chest, brushing against his small
nipples and across his abdomen until they rested on his slender hips.  I
patiently studied the curves and contours of his smooth torso with mounting
desire, admiring him, nearly worshipping him.  I knelt before him and
placed a suppliant kiss on his navel.  The touch of my lips made him
shudder almost imperceptibly.

I groped him gently through his pants and felt a warm, growing bulge under
my fingertips.  Reaching for the zipper, I slowly unzipped his fly and
lowered his pants to his ankles.  His excited sex strained prominently
beneath his white cotton briefs.  I let my fingers delicately explore the
hard, swollen ridge in his underwear and then effortlessly slip under the
elastic waistband.  Trembling with anticipation, I unveiled him, and he
stood completely naked before me in a full, glorious state of arousal.

I led him to the edge of the bed, and he sat down.  I passed my hands along
the length of his smooth legs up to his thighs and parted his legs
slightly.  Then I moved my hands all over his young body, stroking him
again from his shoulders to his feet, hoping to further kindle his desire
with my touch before I tried to slide my hand between his legs, which were
more open now, and reach for his rigid sex.

Finally, my fingers curled around his penis and I leaned forward to kiss
it.  The bulbous glans flared fiercely.  My tongue lavished the satin
smooth and tender flesh.  Overcome with pleasure, he leaned back on the
bed, fully offering his loins to my mouth.  I sucked in his loosely
dangling testes and rolled them around my mouth with my tongue until I felt
his scrotum shrivel and contract into a tight, wrinkled pouch.  Having
become ravenously hungry for the taste of his penis, I could no longer
resist the powerful temptation, so I opened my mouth and completely
engulfed his swollen member.  The boy squirmed under the intensity of new
sensations that I was so passionately bestowing on him.  With his
escalating excitement, my mouth grew more and more avid.  Suddenly, he
arched his back and cried out as a lightening flash of ecstasy tore through
his young body then erupted from the end of his penis deep in my mouth.

Afterwards, I climbed up onto the bed beside him.  His body glistened with
a light perspiration and warm afterglow.  I closed my eyes, languishing in
the euphoria I was feeling and still savoring the taste of him.  I don't
know how long I slept before I felt his soft hand inserting itself under my
shirt, then deftly slipping inside my pants, sliding along, close to my
belly, arousing every bit of flesh it touched, gliding and descending.  His
fingers stopped at my pubic hair for a moment, making circles, playing in
the curls, and dancing all around my penis without touching it.  I thought
that if he touched my straining sex I would explode with uncontrollable
pleasure.  The suspense was agonizing.

His hand continued to move slowly around my erection with fluid motions.
His fingers slid under my scrotum, deliberately seeking every sensitive
nerve.  Finally, his small hand closed around the swollen shaft of my
penis, and it was a shock of such intense pleasure that I gasped.  He
tightened his grip and stroked more firmly.  Overcome with passion I could
no longer withhold my climax and my warm, viscid semen flowed over his
fingers.