Date: Fri, 31 Mar 2000 06:12:27 -0500 (EST) From: serendip@cheerful.com Subject: Boy Vignette 9 Just after dawn on the first day of summer I awoke to the distant sound of a lawnmower and the moist smell of freshly cut grass drifting through my open bedroom window. Warm early morning sunlight filtered in through the drawn curtains which billowed and rippled lazily with the gentle summer breeze. As I gradually awakened from an exquisitely restful sleep, I watched dreamily as the soft rays of shifting sunlight rendered kaleidoscope patterns on the ceiling. I slowly became aware of the boy's sleeping presence beside me. I could feel his comforting warmth, hear his faint breathing, and smell his subtle scent. I rolled onto my side, propping my head in my hand, in order to gaze at him properly. He was but a youth, yet twelve years old. Asleep he resembled an angel, innocent and enchanting. The disheveled hair on his head was silken blond and spilled freely onto the overstuffed pillow. The white cotton sheet draped suggestively across his smooth abdomen just below his navel perfectly framing his youthful torso in a seductive pose. His skin, golden and unblemished, glowed in the soft light. His smooth chest rose and fell slowly with his gentle, rhythmic breathing. His small pink nipples seemed so delicate. His serene face bespoke a beauty unique to boys his age, no longer as cherubic as a young child but not yet as angular as an adolescent. Taking the liberty afforded me these few moments of early morning voyeurism, I carefully lifted the sheet that partially covered him drawing it down below his knees. Unveiled, his limp, hairless sex lay lopsided across his smooth loins. Although not nearly erect, the plump, slightly swollen condition of his penis was indicative of the boy's almost incessant state of arousal. Throughout the night his tumescent appendage had prodded insistently against my leg. His distended testes, among the first visible signs of his impending pubescence, hung loosely in his hairless scrotum dangling between his legs as he lay sprawled on his back asleep in the bed. The bright morning sunlight danced back and forth caressingly across his perfectly sculpted body accentuating the smooth contours of his youthful form. The contrasting play of light and shadow was hypnotizingly sensual. I felt my own desire rising and my pulse hastening. I wanted him. The longing, the craving, the lust for him sprung from deep inside my being. I wondered if I could take him now in his sleep. Could I consume him, ravish him, engulf him with my desire while he lay resting so peacefully? Impulsively I leaned over him lowering my face toward his boyhood. I watched intently as the mere caress of my hot breath on his groin caused the loosely stretched skin of his scrotum to begin tautening reflexively. Further encouraged I tentatively extended my tongue to lick the velvety smooth skin of his scrotum. The responsive flesh immediately retracted from the touch of my wet tongue and started to contract, drawing his testicles closer to his body. Simultaneously his sex began to twitch involuntarily as it started to stiffen and swell before my eyes. I was transfixed as I watched it start to metamorphosize, gradually lengthening and growing. I have always been fascinated by the sight of a boy's penis becoming erect from its flaccid state. It was thrilling to observe it straightening and hardening to its full glorious tumescence. The hue of his glans intensified from pink, to red, then purple as it became completely engorged. I found it intriguing that such an innocently small and boyish penis could swell to such obscene proportions. Looking up at his calm countenance and assured that he was still sleeping soundly, I continued the explorations with my tongue. His contracted scrotum now clung snugly between his legs. I let my moist tongue delicately trace the wrinkled and shriveled creases and ridges of his hairless sack. When I licked around the base of his shaft I left traces of saliva clinging like morning dew to the few small sprouts of nearly invisible downy pubic hair glistening golden in the dim light. I glided the tip of my tongue progressively like an inch worm from the base of his sex, up the underside of his shaft, until it reached the swollen glans. I twirled my tongue once around the ridge of his bulbous knob which caused his sex to leap expectantly and brush against my open, inviting lips. My mouth watered for a taste of him. His smell was tantalizing and intoxicating. He had a light, sweet boyish scent, not at all like the strong musky odor of an adult male. I was momentarily amused at the juxtaposition created between the innocently tranquil sleeping boy and the urgently aroused sex jutting so lewdly from his groin. I was trembling in anticipation and ravenous with desire. Suddenly I noticed with serendipitous delight that in the tiny slit at the tip of his penis a small clear drop of pre-seminal fluid had formed. I had wondered if the sleeping boy could produce the sweet little drop of nectar that I had acquired a taste for when I first learned the joy of fellatio as a boy myself. It was reminiscent of the single crystalline drop of sweetness I had extracted from one honeysuckle blossom after another as a child. I dipped the tip of my tongue like a nervous humming bird into the translucent drop of fluid. I savored the sweet delicate taste as it melted on my tongue and a heady feeling of euphoria enveloped me. I swooned momentarily as time and space undulated surreally. My heart pounded in my chest and my pulse throbbed in my ears. My lust was insurmountable, irrepressible, and seemingly insatiable. Yet he lay sleeping so calmly, undisturbed with the bold exception of his thumping erection keeping time like a metronome with his heartbeat. I pursed my lips at the tip of his stiff penis to kiss it and then slowly eased my mouth over his enlarged glans and down the length of his hard shaft until I had his sex completely in my mouth with my lips wrapped tightly around the base. I remained there for a moment relishing the sensation of his penis deep in my mouth, the soft spongy feeling of his smooth testicles under my chin, the slightest tickle of his sparse little pubes on my upper lip, and his fresh boyish fragrance filling my nostrils as my nose pressed against his lower abdomen. Next I slid my mouth back up his shaft sucking vigorously until I held only the engorged head between my lips. I glanced up into his face again to see if he showed any signs of being awakened by my fervent oral copulation, yet he seemed totally unaffected. His hard throbbing sex, however, was definitely responding in my warm, wet mouth even if just autonomically. I fluttered my tongue rapidly over his tender glans and toyed playfully with the sensitive loose frenulum on the underside creating little tremors of joy in his aroused sex. Then I curled my tongue around the tip of his penis and suckled him like a baby nursing out another savory drop of his pre-seminal sweetness. Inevitably I felt the tension increasing in his rigid sex and foreshadowing his imminent release. I immediately began slurping and sucking on his entire penis devouring him voraciously as my own passion reached a crescendo. I fleetingly tried to imagine what kind of dream he must have been experiencing as I fellated him with depraved abandon bringing him ever closer to the brink of an explosive climax. Suddenly I felt the head of his penis flare even fuller in my mouth. A surge of ecstasy that emanated from deep within his loins coursed throughout his young body to the very tips of his fingers and curled toes jolting him awake with a shocking start. His hips rose urgently from the bed as his buttocks tightened, his abdomen tautened, and his legs stiffened. I felt the first hot powerful spurt of his ejaculate erupt against the roof of my mouth. Eager to taste his sweet milky essence I captured the remaining warm squirts of his semen directly on my tongue as his penis pulsated repeatedly in my mouth. As the throbbing aftershocks of his spent sex subsided, I swallowed the meager but delicious boy ambrosia with a single gulp. I swiped my tongue gingerly around his now hypersensitive glans to lick him clean of all his tasty semen. Reluctantly I let his diminishing erection slip out of my mouth with a wet flop against his bare abdomen. I grasped the glistening shaft firmly around the base with my thumb and forefinger giving it an upward squeeze. Now fully awake the boy watched mesmerized as a small opaque drop appeared at the tip of his wilting penis. I wiped the viscid fluid with the end of my finger and licked it off my fingertip salaciously. "Good to the last drop," I said in a hushed whisper. A smile as bright as the summer morning sunshine lit his face. "What does it taste like?" he asked inquisitively. "Like sugar and spice and everything nice," I teased with a grin as I liked my lips. His youthful laughter filled the room jubilantly. I knew that instant that this would be the best summer of my life.