Date: Thu, 22 Jul 1999 22:16:19 -0400 From: Sidney Gittler Subject: The Boy with the Cigarette The Boy with the Cigarette By Sid G I've always had this theory that young boys who smoke when they're by themselves like to suck on different things. Started with mommy's nipple, went to the bottle and pacifier, to lollipops and then to cigarettes quicker than the "know betters" would like. Not that I think kids should smoke, just that there are lots worse drugs they could be putting into their bodies than nicotine. Think about it, which do you want your fourteen-year-old nephew smoking: tobacco or crack cocaine? A real tough question when put like that, isn't it? But I digress. The first time I saw Bran he was coming towards us on the sidewalk. A tad over five foot tall, light blond hair cut close with a rat-tail hanging down between his shoulder blades. He was barefoot and carrying his blades over his bare shoulder. He was wearing baggy shorts tied in place with a cord and still showed a bit of muscular leg. The cigarette was in his right hand and he made no effort to conceal it as he walked past a couple I know and me. "You shouldn't be smoking!" Renee, my so correct friend said. "Fuck you," the boy said as I admired his developing six-pack. Her husband turned and started to yell at the boy. I grabbed him and turned him back when I saw the boy reach towards his back pocket. This may be nice, rich suburbia but kids do know about knives around here. The boy relaxed and walked away. "Why'd you stop me? You heard what he said," Ron said, his face turning redder. "Yeah, and I'm going to beat up a ten-year-old over it. Let his parents worry about him." "He's right honey, let's just go home," Renee said as she tucked her hand into his. The next time was the next Saturday. I was finishing my jog when I saw him and a couple of friends skating in the local elementary school parking lot. He was dressed about the same, except the skates were on his feet this time. He was racing through the jumps they'd set up until he saw me. It took a second but he recognized me and nodded. I nodded in return and smiled. As I slowed to a walk, he turned one of the jumps. The kid skated away, slowly picking up speed. He turned and started his run twice as fast as he'd been. I realized the jump he'd shifted would take him over his two friends who were sitting up straight. I stopped as he approached it and applauded as he made a clean landing five feet behind the other two boys. He smiled and returned to his friends. I went home and masturbated in the shower while dreaming about that firm hairless body. We spoke for the first time that evening when I saw him outside the local 7-11. He was still in the same clothes, blades off and leaning against the side wall by himself as I pulled in. There were spaces closer to the door but I deliberately parked in the end space. He turned and started to give me a "don't hassle me" look but stopped when I stepped into the light and he recognized me. "Hi, that was some jump this afternoon," I said. "Thanks," he turned away. "You want anything from inside?" "Pack of Marlboros, Coke and chocolate donuts." "Wait here." "Ain't going nowhere," he said. He was surprised when I handed him a bag five minutes later. "Thanks, look I don't got any money to pay you back." "Did I ask for money?" "What you want then? "A name, mine's Dave." "Bran, like the flakes." "Glad to meet you Bran, do you need a ride home or anywhere?" He looked me over, and my car. "You're safe with me," I added. "I figure hurting me is the last thing on your mind. But then I don't think taking me home is the first thing either." "If that's a problem I'll walk away now Bran." He smiled and rubbed his crotch. "If it was a problem we wouldn't be talking and these blades would have left their mark. Let's go." I hit the remote on my key chain and the locks snapped up. To my surprise, he automatically put his seat belt on. I guess it most have showed. "I'm not that reckless, when you don't got the money for helmets and pads, and my image won't tolerate them even if I could, then you've got to be careful. You don't know how many times I did that trick before I got my buds to be in it, and even then I had them crouch down till I was sure." "Mind if I ask how old you are?" "Young enough to be your son," Bran said and chuckled. "Do I look that old?" He smirked. "Just turned fourteen, seriously. I may live in this town but I ain't one of those spoiled pampered brats I go to school with." "I think you don't show them your report card either. Wouldn't fit with that image." "Damn fucking right." "Where to?" I asked. "You know Thompson Lane up in the reservation?" Bran asked. I checked the dashboard clock. "Too late, cops will be closing it down right after we'd get there." "OK, I'll give you directions." He led me to a warehouse in an industrial park on the outskirts of town and to where they parked their trucks. There was a space behind the trucks where I parked and the cops wouldn't see unless they got out of their patrol car. And you know that's not going to happen. He got out and led me to a worn patch of grass and a picnic bench lit by a floodlight from the next building. He opened a pack and lit a cigarette. "Want one?" Bran asked. "Well, there's something else I'd rather suck on, but this'll do for a start." He gave me one and his lighter. I took a long drag as I looked around. "How'd you know about this place?" Bran put down his coke and finished off a donut. "My old man worked here before he split about five years ago. If the prick had to work on Saturday, or when I didn't have school, he'd drag me along and dump me out here with a couple cans of soda, a sandwich and some books to read," his voice deliberately flat. "So you live with your mom?" "Aunt, my mom died about a year later, never really well anyway. Aunt Mary's cool; let's me do what I want as long as I keep my grades up. She sees the report card." I flicked my smoke onto the parking lot and pulled my shirt over my head. Yeah, I may be old enough to be Bran's dad but I've spent the last few years getting myself into the best shape of my life. I got off the table, took his cigarette from him and threw it next to mine. He leaned back as my hands went from his shoulders to his breasts and down to his washboard stomach. I fondled his ass as I sucked on his small, erect nipples. "Suck me man, suck me now," Bran said with more emotion than he'd used while talking about either of his parents. I helped him off the table; he sucked in his stomach and shoved the shorts down over his slender hips. Nothing underneath except a beautiful, erect, six-inch piece of manhood. I released my throbbing rod as I sank to my knees. "Do me Dave, suck my cock until I cum in your mouth," Bran said as he ran his fingers through my shoulder length blond hair. Skipping any preliminaries I licked the precum from his slit and swallowed his meat whole. I let his pulsing cock lay still on my tongue as I savored its taste. Over the last few years I've sucked cock all over the world and there's nothing like the taste of young meat. When Bran's rod settled down a little I started slowly bobbing my head. I wanted it to last, and that's hard with a fourteen-year-old. No matter how experienced he is. Bran took my head in his hands and assumed control, slowly speeding me up as his cock leaked precum down my throat. "Oh, shit Dave, you've got one fucking hot mouth," Bran moaned. I ran my tongue along the bottom ridge of his pulsing cock and he shot a huge load down my throat. I quickly backed off as he continued firing and savored the taste of every ounce that flowed across my tongue. When I'd finished draining and cleaning his organ I stood. Bran took my cock in his hand, stroked once and I fired a volley that almost hit a truck six feet away. Without dressing we sat back on the table and Bran lit a cigarette for each of us. As we smoked Bran told me about some of the stunts he'd learned on his blades while I stroked his inner thigh. He spread his legs to give me full access to his hardening cock. When I took hold of his cock he took mine and matched me stroke for stroke until we both came with our second orgasm of the night. "Cool," Bran said as he lay down on the table. "Very," I said as I admired the naked teen next to me. After a few minutes he turned over. "Rub my back, but leave my hole alone please. I don't fuck on the first date." "I think I like the sound of that, especially the first date part," I said and leaned over and kissed the nape of his neck. I went to work on his back and slowly worked on his muscles as I progressed down his back. When I got to the small of his back I took a good look at a brown "Q" right above his buns. "Interesting scar," I said as I returned to his shoulders. "Birthmark, supposed to be a story behind it but my Aunt doesn't know it. Hey, what time is it?" "Probably close to midnight. Time to get you home?" "Yeah, my Aunt and I got plans for tomorrow, housekeeping shit but got to be done." We drove in silence for the twenty minutes it took to get to his home. An old ranch style in an older section of town that hadn't kept up with the rest. "Thanks for everything Dave," Bran said as he unlocked the car door. "Thank you, can I see you again?" He slung his blades over his shoulder and smiled. "If you find me where you found me and I'm alone don't be shy." He blew me a kiss. "Cool, very cool," I said. I watched him walk across the lawn. Conflicting thoughts fighting inside my head. As he reached the bottom step I gave in. I couldn't risk losing him. I got out of the car. "BAC," I called. He stopped, hesitated, turned. "What did you call me?" I could hear the tremor in his voice. "BAC, short for Brandon Augustus Caesar," I said, my voice matching his. "Only one person called me that, and then only in private." "I know." "You can't be, you don't look anything like him." "You don't look like you did five years ago either. Didn't know it was you until I saw the Q. That factory was famous for guys running out on their wives and kids." "Why?" "I was admitting I was gay, and that I wanted to fuck my eight-year-old son's ass. I knew that wasn't right and the only way I wasn't going to rape you was to split." "But tonight?" "You knew what I wanted and you were willing. You knew enough to set your guidelines." My son came closer; I could see tears running down his cheeks in the dim light of the street lamps. I reached out to wipe them away but he turned. "So what now, you run out on me again?" "No." "If you're going to wait till after you fuck my ass let's get it over with." Bran started to push down his shorts. I grabbed his arms and pulled him tight. "I saw the Q and everything came flooding back. Including why I left. I still don't want to fuck you, but I'm not going to run this time. I love you BAC. His arms reached around me and squeezed.