Date: Tue, 3 Feb 1998 23:01:43 -0500 (EST)
From: serendip@cheerful.com
Subject: Boy in the Shed

I saw him, standing with one hand on the wall, a boy of
about thirteen.  He had taken down his pants halfway and opened his
shirt exposing his smooth chest.  He was bowing his head over his
labor.  Thoughtfully, he was handling his young sex.  Now and
then, he squeezed it hard and a convulsion shook his entire body. 
In the dim light, with his curly hair and young pale body, he looked quite
like an angel, except for the fact that he was holding his sex in his hand.

He dropped his other hand from the wall where it had been resting and
took hold of his hairless balls, while he continued to rub and squeeze
his penis.  It did not get very hard.  He was apparently experiencing
pleasure, but he could not reach a climax.  He was clearly disappointed. 
He had tried every motion of his hand.  Now he held his limp yet plump
penis wistfully.  He weighed it, puzzled over it, and then pulled
up his pants, buttoned his shirt and started to leave.

I met him at the door and said with a grin, "There is another way, a
way that always works, you know."

Surprised at first from my unannounced appearance, he eyed me with suspicion. 
But my smile was wide, generous, reassuring.  The fondling he had
done to himself must have left a certain disturbance in him because he
made a hesitant step towards me.  "What's the way you know?" he asked
with timid curiosity.

I laughed.  "You really want to know?"  Then I spoke so softly
that he had to lean forward to hear me.  "And what if you enjoy it? 
If you really enjoy it, will you promise to come and meet me here again?"

Growing impatient now, the boy said, "I promise."

"Well, then, come over here," I invited sitting down on a bench.

When he stepped in front of me, the middle of his body was at the same
level as my face.  I deftly unbuttoned his pants and took out his
small, delicate penis.  The boy watched wide-eyed with amazement as
I took his soft sex into my mouth without hesitation.  Then, as my
tongue began to move and his small penis grew larger, the boy was taken
with such sudden intense pleasure that he fell forward over my shoulder
for a moment and let my mouth take in his whole lengthening penis until
I felt the scant pubic hair at the base against my upper lip.

What the boy felt now was clearly more stimulating than when he had
tried to manipulate himself.  His breathing noticeably hastened. 
He watched me working on his stiff penis, now and then letting it halfway
out of the warm wetness of my mouth, and then swallowing it altogether
until nothing showed but the few scraggly strands of hair around it.

I was gluttonous but patient.  The boy was exhausted with pleasure,
almost swooning over my head, and the blood was coming to his face. 
He began to utter soft moaning sounds like a cooing bird.  Still I
vigorously sucked and licked his engorged sex, until he began to tremble
uncontrollably.  I had to put both my arms around him or he might
have shaken his penis completely out of my mouth.

As the tension mounted, I went at him more feverishly, and then, suddenly
it happened.  His body jerked violently and he thrust his hips forward
as his penis began to throb deep in my mouth powerfully discharging his
first ejaculate.  His body remained completely rigid as I siphoned
every drop of virgin seed from his pulsating sex, then without any warning
he almost collapsed on me from sheer exhaustion.  I helped him regain
his balance and leaned back to look at his flushed face.

"Well...?" I asked hopefully.

He smiled wanly, tucked his spent penis back into his pants and ran
out without another word.