Date: Sat, 14 Jul 2007 16:42:27 -0700 (PDT) From: tag michaels Subject: A Boy's Game Okay. The deal is that I had a dream the other night about seeing a boy just like this and sitting on a bench just like I tell it. I had the exact dialog as depicted in the story and that was when I woke up. So, there is no truth to it, never happened. It does depict sex between a boy and an adult male. Don't like it, shouldn't be reading it, go somewhere else. Otherwise, N-Joi. Hugs Tag I don't know what it was exactly that drew my attention to the boy to begin with. I guess I'm sort of sensitive to the behavior of teen and pre teen boys especially when they're doing something that they know they shouldn't. That's what this boy was doing; acting sort of surreptitiously, although I couldn't tell just what it was that he was up to. It was out front of a large, Asian super store, a sort of oriental version of Wal-Mart. There were a dozen little food stands out there as well as an area for kids to play which was where I saw him. The boy in question looked to be about eleven or so, a slender and under five foot lad with strawberry blonde hair that was long enough to start being a little unruly. He was sitting cross legged on a dark green plastic bench, his tan shorts and light olive drab t-shirt completing the color scheme. Maybe it was the way he was watching the little girls play, some of them in sundresses and like little girls the world over, not always careful about keeping their panties from showing. I decided to stroll by just for the heck of it and when I did I glanced down and everything made sense, sort of. The little boy had the leg of his shorts and underwear pulled up out of the way so that his cocklet was sticking out, the raging little boner sticking almost straight up in the air. The way it he was sitting, the position of his arms and the long t-shirt kept the boy's secret from casual passersby but anyone really stopping to notice wouldn't have missed it any more than I did and that included any of the other children who were playing and milling about. I stopped, looked up at the reader board of Malasada stand then moved back down the line and stood directly behind the boy on the bench, glancing around at the other food stand reader boards but also checking to see if anyone was paying particular attention to me or the boy. They weren't. I leaned down peeking over the boy's shoulder to see his fingers idly playing with his cock, pushing it around and feeling the head. Again, the movements wouldn't have brought attention to him. His cock looked to be four and half or so inches long, the head almost glowing it was so red, and the thing looked so hard that it hurt. I could see too a few little reddish hairs starting grow at the base of his boyhood pride and joy and beneath it his young balls were in between being held close in a round wrinkled bag and starting to drop. "You know, you could get in a whole lot of trouble if someone sees you like that," I half whispered in the boy's ear. I startled him of course but to his credit he didn't make any quick moves but sort of draped his hand down to cover his cock a little bit more. "It's okay, I'm not gonna tell on you or anything, just letting you know you could be in a lot of trouble especially because of the girls being around, ya know?" he nodded his head, his fingers going back to playing with his rigid little cock. "That's a pretty hard boner, looks like it hurts," I said and the boy nodded his head. "Don't you want to jack off or something and take care of it?" He nodded his head and whispered back that he just didn't have anyplace close to go and do that. I already knew that the store didn't allow kids unattended in the restroom area. "Well, we can go to my car in the parking garage if you'd like." I continued to glance around to make sure no one was paying attention and they weren't. Hell they were mostly Asian and I mean no disrespect but they tend to not pay attention to much around them, especially in a shopping situation. The boy glanced sideways and looked at me for the first time, his green eyes twinkling. "Okay," he answered, his voice still a sweet melodic boy's voice. He put himself back inside and adjusted things, looking around like I had, then seemingly satisfied he stood up and came around the back of the bench, his t-shirt long enough to cover the front of his shorts. I started to walk and he fell in beside me. "What's your name?" I asked him "Paul, what's yours?" I said my name was Gary and he responded that he was pleased to meet me. Polite young thing. "Do you do this sort of thing often; hang around in public with your cock hanging out?" He shook his head and said he'd only done it a couple of times; that a friend had told him about it. He said that it was a really sexy feeling knowing that your cock was out like that and people might see it, but not if you were careful. "So it makes you pretty hard doing that?" He nodded his head, looking up at me and smiling. "Well I can understand that, I think most boys go through a stage like that Paul." He asked if I did when I was a boy and I admitted that I had, remembering back on my own thirteen and fourteen year old experiences. We entered the ground level of the garage and headed toward my SUV which was parked backwards into a lone stall in a corner. Having custom paint and rims and things, I tended toward isolating my rig whenever possible, which was one of the reasons I shopped at this particular store. It had parking safety features that I liked. I hit the remote from twenty feet out and the boy commented on how cool my car was, and he was right, it was a pretty nice ride. I headed for the drivers side and Paul went for the passenger door. Normally it would have been fairly dark inside, the heavily tinted windows coupled with a windshield sun screen blocked out a great deal of light. However, the interior light stayed on once the remote was turned off and would keep the interior of the SUV bathed in a soft blue light for five minutes or until the engine was turned on. Paul looked around, checking out his surroundings like a cat, then relaxed and looked at me, his hand pushing at the front of his shorts. "Are you gonna watch me?" he asked. "Do you mind, would you like me to watch." He nodded his head, a smile spreading across his smooth cute face. "You can even help if you want." I was somewhat surprised when the boy agreed to come out to my car but now I was almost shocked. The kid appeared to be fairly sure of himself which made me wonder about his sexual experiences thus far in his young life. "What would you like me to do Paul?' I asked him. "Take my pants down," he answered, sliding down a little more in the seat and pulling his shirt up to his chest and exposing a soft but flat boy's belly. It wasn't an easy trick, given the center consol between the seats, but I leaned across it and slipped my fingers into the elastic waistband and lifted. The boy raised his slender little butt off the seat and I worked the shorts and jockey briefs down to his knees. The boy let his thighs splay open, fully exposing his boyhood charms to me. His cock was raging hard, the blood filled head raised up off of his belly. In this position I could see that his balls were larger than I thought and hanging more than I had originally thought, the wrinkles at the bottom of the bag pulled out so it was smooth. His eggs were still in a round bag though, and not separate and distinct as they would become in a year or maybe less. He really was quite enticing. Paul reached up and put his hand at the base of joy stick and held it upright for me then using a couple of fingers began stroking it lovingly. "Do you like jacking off Paul?" I asked him and when he nodded his head I asked, "How often do you do it?" "Everyday at least twice and one day I did it six times." Christ the kid was a little horn dog. "Do you make sperm yet?" I asked as he watched himself. He shook his head side to side. "No but I still have a cum that feels pretty good. Can I see your cock Gary? I bet it's huge." Well it wasn't, being just under seven and a half inches when fully erect, but I would let the boy judge it for himself. I moved into a semi kneeling position in my seat, one foot on the floor, so that I faced the boy the pulled my own t-shirt up and held it in place with my chin then hooked my fingers into the elastic waistband of my dark blue OP's and pulled them down, my stone hard cock bounding out to meet the boy. His eyes went wide open. "Oh my Gosh it's huge," he exclaimed predictably and without asking reached out grasped onto me. It had been a while since I'd been with a boy, especially one as young as Paul appeared to be. His small hand felt pretty good wrapped around my hard cock. I reached down toward his boycock and he moved his hand to give me full access to him. I felt up and down the rigid little shaft, squeezing as I went then cupped his balls, reveling in the smooth feeling of his skin. "Can we go somewhere else and take all our clothes off Gary? Can we go to your house?" he asked. I was considering the back seat of the SUV but certainly my home would give us much more room as well as privacy as well as comfort which translated to the possibility of a longer play time. I was a little concerned about taking a strange boy home but figured this one was pretty safe, all things considered. "Sure," I said and pulled away from him, my cock bobbing in the air once it was let loose. I sat down, not bothering to pull my shorts back into place and pulled the windshield screen down and folded it and tossed it into the backseat. Paul continued to slouch in the seat with his legs spread and played with himself. I lived about 22 blocks from where we were at and once out of the parking garage and onto city streets Paul pushed his shorts and briefs fully off and moved next to the console and reached over to play with my cock. I spread my legs and allowed the boy to do as he wanted, grateful that I'd opted for an automatic transmission. After a few blocks the boy moved again, this time laying his chest across the console to get closer to my cock and balls, both of which began to get the attention of both of his hands. I glanced over at his butt, a narrow set of glorious orbs that swelled out from the small of his back, their whiteness a contrast to the darker color of his tanned legs. I reached over and rubbed his butt, squeezing the orbs and playing with his crack. He raised his waist a little higher and my hand slipped down and felt on his balls as they hung in the air just off the seat. This was turning out to be a hell of a day and it was barely ten in the morning. I found myself hurrying through traffic as the boy and I fondled each other, neither of us saying a word. The lights ran in our favor and ten minutes later I pulled onto a side street and then the cul-d-sac where my property dominated the end. A flick of a button started the gate opening and another one the end bay of a three car garage. Paul sat up when I mention we were on my street and watched as the gate and then the door opened, both of them closing again as we passed through them. The boy continued to look out the window, a hand absently playing with his still half hard cock. I was still hard as stone myself. We got out and headed into the laundry room then into the family room slash den, the half naked boy following me with his clothes in his hands. I hadn't pulled my shorts all the way up but had left them hugging my hips and most of my narrow ass, my cock held in upright position because the waistband had also trapped my nuts. I turned to face Paul who simply dropped his clothes on the sofa, quickly peeled his t-shirt off and stood naked before me, his cocklet now back to it full on firmness and quivering in the air in front of the cute young pre teen's slender body. The boy was darling cute, of that there was no doubt. His green eyes twinkled with merriment beneath full lashes and eyebrows. Full pink lips covered what looked like perfect teeth but which I would learn weren't but it didn't detract from his beauty or cuteness in any way. Paul walked up to me and pulled my shorts down to my knees, freeing up my cock and my balls. He took hold of the shaft and began stroking it. "Can I try to suck on it Gary?" he asked, the request itself coming as a bit of a surprise given his behavior so far. I would have expected him to take it over as though it were his own. "Do you want to go to my bedroom or just do it right here?" I asked him. His answer was to drop to his knees, pull my shaft down and begin licking all over the swollen head, cleaning off my precum in the process, then putting his mouth over the satiny flesh and sucking on it. I peeled my shirt off as the boy began then ruffled my fingers in his hair while he worked. He sucked a pretty good cock, causing me to wonder about how much experience he'd had. His tongue worked over my head as he sucked, stroked, and his other hand cupped and played with my medium sized balls. I felt my balls begin to roil and my belly tingle at the feelings of an impending orgasm and I told the boy that but it didn't seem to deter him, in fact it made him work harder. I figured his mouth should be getting sore and it did, just as I was ready to squirt. "Fuck I'm gonna cum Paul," I said as he pulled his mouth from my cock head and stroked me harder, his little hand wrapped tightly around my cock. He didn't move his head but kept his eyes on the swollen leaky flesh in front of him and as a result my first jet sperm hit him square on his smooth cheek just below his left eye and leaving a white slash down to the corner of his lip. The boy was undaunted and kept stroking, the next jet hitting his nose, the third onto his lips and half open mouth and from there his mouth closed back over the spurting head and he took the other four squirts into his warm mouth. The expression on his young face and the low moans coming from his throat told me the kid was in ecstasy and I gotta tell you he wasn't alone. The whole scene was one of the hottest that I'd ever had in my thirty years of life. My dick head finally got toop sensitive and I pulled away from the boy's sperm covered face. I pulled him to his feet and grabbed my t-shirt and went to clean him off but he stopped me. "I wanna see what it looks like first Gary," he said so I took his hand and led him down to the master bedroom and into my bath, standing him in front of a huge mirror where he stared at himself. "That looks so cool," he said, leaning in for a better look. Indeed it did. I loved seeing a boy with cum on his face, especially if it was mine, and happy about it. He turned to me and allowed me to clean him off, which I did quite gently. I put a towel on the counter then picked Paul up and sat him on it, protecting his bare butt from the cold marble. He giggled as I plopped him down then watched me push his legs open, not that I needed to as that seemed to be his plan as well. He leaned back against the mirror, wincing for just a moment at the coolness of the glass on his back then relaxed and watched me explore his preteen body with my eyes. He was awesome to look at. Most of his body was pale, virginal in its appearance and all that made him a boy was no exception. His cocklet was raging hard, sticking proudly in the air in front of his slender body, the blue veined shaft jerking slightly with each beat of his little heart. His nuts were in the process of dropping so the smooth, also blue veined bag hung down slightly, the wrinkles pulled out of it where his eggs had settled. Leaning in close I could see the half dozen or so little hairs that were sprouting from his pubic bone at the base of his cock. As I'd assessed before, the boy looked to be between four and a half and five inches long; an almost perfect size in my estimation for a young boy just entering puberty. I knew that I'd be able to easily take his entire cocklet into my mouth without a problem and I figured his young but maturing balls would fit was well. With that in mind I brought my face in close to the boy's pale crotch. I inhaled deeply taking in the aroma of growing boy, a somewhat sweet but also musky fragrance that was better than any perfume or cologne I'd ever smelled. I gazed at the boy's balls, lust roaring through my body. I loved a boy's balls. I loved how they looked, how they felt in my hand and against my face and my mouth. I let my tongue snake out and lick at the boy's eggs, first one and then the other, pushing the orbs around in their soft smooth sac. Above my head the boy moaned softly with pleasure and pushed his hips out slightly. I reached out and took hold of the boy's rampant penis and stroked it as I sucked one of his balls into my mouth and massaged it with my tongue before letting it plop back out. I licked a little further south along his perineum toward his boygina but stopped short only because I couldn't get at it. There would be plenty of time later, of that I was sure. I moved up, pulled his stone hard little boner down a little then dropped my mouth down over the head. I licked at his slit and felt the unmistakable stickiness of precum. It was only faint which was probably why I hadn't actually seen it, although I hadn't really been looking either. The boy groaned loudly as I bounced his red, swollen cock head off the back of my mouth before backing almost all the way off then taking it all back in again. I pulled on his balls, tightening the skin and making him all that much more sensitive to my ministrations. The boy was breathing heavily, his flat belly rising and falling quickly as lust ripped through his small body. He was on the edge of an orgasm and I was dying to take him over the edge. "Stop" he panted and I did, wondering what was going on but figuring the intense feelings were too much for the young boy. "Can you put your cock in me Gary? I need you to fuck me," He panted. I looked into the boys eyes, well okay I sort of did since they were practically closed from the sexy feelings he was experiencing. My cock throbbed at the idea of being buried deep inside Paul's virginal body, of having his little butt hole grip my steel hard flesh. "Are you sure that's what you want Paul?" He nodded his head and said he was very sure. "But first can you get my cell phone from my shorts?" I gave him a questioning look and he said "Please?" I left and returned a minute later, after also grabbing the lube from my nightstand, to find that he'd gotten a folded bath towel under his butt which allowed him to slouch down a little more and give me better access to his hole. I handed him the phone, curious about that bit but also about the location of where the boy wanted me to fuck him. "Are you sure you don't want to go to my bed?" He shook his head then told me to go ahead. With the position he was in, his skinny legs draped over the edge of the counter, I would have to be a little close in for the prep work. I lubed my fingers, picked his legs up and placed his feet against my chest then after a little more maneuvering managed to slip a finger up inside his butt. I began to finger fuck the boy, his puckered little hole gripping me and making me all that more anxious to have it be my cock instead. It only took a minute before the boy told me he was ready. Keeping his feet against me, I managed to get my cock fully lubed up and as I moved in closer until my slippery head touched his muscle. I pushed gently, felt the expected resistance, then pushed harder. It took a third such thrust before his butthole gave way and allowed me inside his body. Of course the cute young thing told me to stop, which I did. I looked down and was amazed as always at the sight of my cock inside a boy's ass, connecting us together in the dance of life. "Here, take a picture of your cock in my butt," he commanded handing me the phone. I wondered for a brief moment if I'd fallen into the clutches of a child perv and further wondered where in the hell this kid was coming from. "Please?" he asked, the phone opened and ready to go. I took it, found the camera button, found a decent shot and took it then handed the phone to Paul. "Cool," he said, "now put your cock all the way inside me, slow though okay?" I took his feet from my chest and held his legs back out of the way and as I slowly inserted the remaining six seven inches of stone hard adult cock into the boy's tight ass he proceeded to make a phone call, hitting what had to be a speed dial button. "Stevie, it's me. Are you alone?" He waited for a moment then said, "In Tristan's bedroom is perfect. I'm doing it, I'm getting fucked by a man." Pause. "For real, his cock is almost all the way inside my ass and we're doing it while I sit on his bathroom countertop. This is gonna cost you guys two hundred buck." He looked at me and winked while I was wondering just what the fucking Jesus Christ was going on. I was a bet? The kid was getting money from someone, probably friends, for having me fuck him? Then to me he said, "Can my friends listen to us fuck?" I gave him a questioning look and was once again asked, "please?" as be batted long eyelashes at me. Truth be told I was getting into it and the idea of having his young friends listen to us was a real turn on. I nodded my head and he put us on speaker and set the phone on the counter. "Can you hear me okay?" he asked. "Loud and clear," a high pitched boy's voice said, followed by a second similar voice. I bottomed out, my pubes against his smooth pale butt. The feelings of his tight young hole on my cock were fantastic and I knew that it wasn't going to take me long to unload a torrent of sperm deep inside the boy. I started to pull out of him then moved back inside and started the process again. "Oh fuck you guys he's fucking me, he's moving his big hard cock in and out of my ass," my young lover declared. "Fuck Paul, how's it feel? Does it hurt?" the boy on the phone asked. "It did at first but now it feels great, way better than you guys' dicks." "Tristan wants me to fuck him while you get fucked, hold on a sec." "These are my best friends, Stevie and Tristan," the cute young thing said as though I really needed an explanation. Well, I did want an explanation but more along the lines of what the game was, not who the players were. As if reading my mind Paul added, "I'll explain after we cum, okay?" I nodded my head and kept up a slow leisurely pace in the hopes of keeping this thing alive for awhile as I reveled in the feelings. There's not much of anything better in the world than fucking a young boy as far as I was concerned. "He's got his cock in me," the boy I assumed to be Tristan said. "I'm on my knees at the edge of my bed and he's fucking me like a dog," the melodic voice said then in the background I heard a sound like a wolf baying. "God I love getting fucked Paul, do you think your man would fuck me?" "Me too," I heard the third boy say in the background. I felt my cock throb and my belly flop as I hit bottom inside Paul's tight ass for about the thirteenth time while thinking to myself that I'd hit a goddmned boy lotto. He looked at me as if to ask what I thought and I nodded my head. "He said yes, he'll fuck both of you." I started to pick up speed, ramming my cock into the boy, my balls almost hitting the edge of the counter. "Oh man you guys he's fucking the shit out of me. God his cock feels so good in my ass, you guys are gonna love it." Then to me he said, "Fuck me harder Gary, fuck your big cock into my tight little boy's ass." The room was getting noisy with the sounds of Paul's talk and his moaning, along with the metallic sound of the boys on the other end, Tristan also being quite verbal about getting fucked and wanted to get his little ass pounded harder. Paul reached down and grabbed onto his raging boner and began jacking off. "Fuck I'm gonna cum you guys I'm gonna cum." All of a sudden the boy literally screamed out, his voice sounding much like a little girl. His body convulsed as he came, his orgasm causing his hole to twitch against my cock and it took me over the edge. "Ooooh fuck Paul," I groaned as my cock swelled and the first of at least six pulses of cum shot up into the boy's body. "I can feel his hot sperm in me," Paul all but yelled as both of our bodies went through all the motions of one of the most powerful and exciting orgasms I'd had in ten years at least. Judging from the moans and muffled talking coming out of the tiny speaker on the phone, the boys on the other end were going through the same things that we were. My orgasm subsided and I slowed my stroke, moving gently in and out of Paul's butt. For his part, the boy continued to play with himself, squeezing his cock head. I finally lowered his legs, adjusting my body to fit his as the direction of my cock in his ass changed and we stayed like that; motionless, quiet and panting for a solid minute, the silence finally being broken by the phone. "Are you guys still there?" After Paul replied that we were, the voice declared "That was incredible. Man Stevie just fucked the livin shit out of me." Paul declared that I had done the same to him, the only difference being that I'd filled his ass with a gallon of cum. "Oh man," Tristan answered, "When can he fuck me and Stevie? I really want to get fucked by a man." "It's all he talks about," Stevie added, the clearness of his voice indicating that he was now much closer to the phone, "and it had better be soon or he's gonna just go down to Reserve Park." The aforementioned park was a somewhat renown cruise area for gay men and sometimes boys. I thought to myself that wouldn't be significantly different than what Paul had done. Paul looked at me with a raised eyebrow and I shrugged my shoulders. "Can we go get them and come back here?' he asked. I nodded my head. "I gotta shower so meet us by the bus stop on Emmerson in a half hour," he directed. The boys agreed and shut down the connection. I was still inside of Paul but softening quickly and before I could actually register the thought, I squished out of him, the boy moaning at the loss. He then leaned forward, put his arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips, backed away and looked into my eyes, the leaned forward again and staying there longer. His tongue pushed against my lips so I opened wide to receive him. "Will you carry me to the shower Gary?" he asked after breaking away the second time. Without saying a thing I scooped him up and held him to me, my hands under his little butt, and he wrapped his legs around my waist and giggled. I walked past the sunken bathtub and sauna to the open room that sufficed as my shower area. Big enough for six people, it had multiple heads mounted on the wall as well as rain makers in the ceiling. I could practically create a tropical storm in there. I set Paul down and turned on the overhead shower then proceeded to help wash the boy while he told me his story. He and Stevie had been friends for years. About a year and a half before, Tristan's family had moved to the upper crust community not all that far from my house that the two boys families lived in. He fell in immediately with the other two, forming an almost inseparable trio. While Stevie and Paul had messed around sexually quite a bit together, Tristan had been a font of knowledge and willing participant, taking the other two boys to places they had not yet experienced. They'd gotten plenty of ideas from pictures on the net, Tristan being a little computer whiz and circumventing the so called safe guards that his parents had put his computer. After seeing images of men and boys together in a newsgroup, the three decided that they too wanted to experience being with an adult male, the idea being that such as man would probably know a heck of a lot more than another boy. Besides, a man would have bigger stuff than a boy. Somehow the idea of a contest to see who could score first was born, score meaning to get fucked. To make it interesting they each chipped fifty bucks into a pot, the winner getting the money. They added another level by stating that if it happened in a place that was out of the ordinary then another fifty bucks could be had. Beds, the floor, a sofa or chair were listed as ordinary and anything else would have to be agreed on by the two boys who lost. "So you were down at Daiei with your cock hanging out trolling for a man?" I asked him. Paul giggled and said no, he was just down there looking at other boys and sort of hoping to maybe catch one while he was waiting for the other two to join him and hang out. They had each had early morning appointments for the dentist and a piano lesson and Paul had wanted to see if he could find a particular Japanese candy that the store carried that other stores didn't. "And that's where you found me," he ended, reaching behind himself to rinse the soap from puckered little pooter. "How old are you Paul," I asked and he said that he'd just turned twelve a couple months before. Stevie was gonna be twelve in ten days and Tristan was the oldest at just under thirteen. "He's Filipino and the cutest boy I have ever seen in my life Gary. You won't believe how cute he is and his cock still has the skin on the end too which is really interesting." Well, my interest was certainly peaked as we exited the shower and dried off then headed into the living room where we got dressed and headed out to pick up Paul's horny young friends.