Date: Mon, 03 Apr 2006 12:16:58 -0700
From: Christopher Smithson <ganymedejoy@hotmail.com>
Subject: BRIAN (gay male-adult youth)

This is fantacy only, and is not ment to incurage illegal activity. "BRIAN"
is writen with suport of free speech and the right to exchange alternative
thoughts and ideas.

This  is an erotic story, with sexual situations between an adult male and a
7 year old boy, and ment to be read by adults. If this is offrencive to you
DO NOT READ ON. If you are in treatment for sexual disorters you should be
aware that is story can be titlating and/or arousing. Ultamatly you [the
reader] are responsable for your oun actions.

This story dose not reflect the ideal in childlove, boylove, or moral
behavour. This is a fantacy about more common situations that maybe seen as
iresponsable.

Do not change this document, take credit for it, or exage it for profit.

If you wich to give constructive coments, you my email me at
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If you hate Childlove, you hate children, freedom, America, and God.

BRIAN
By Ganymede Joy


There he was lying on a mattress that was on the floor. Though the room was
warm, he was covered with a plaid wool blanket. His blond hair was messed up
and sweat had glued some of his bangs to his forehead. His soft pink lips
were parted slightly and they were shinny wet. He tended to drool some times
when he slept.
One of his little seven-year-old hands rested on the pillow under his head.
The other arm was lost under the covers. I imagined that the unseen hand was
down his boxer shorts. He was lying on his left side, and it did look as if
his hand could be between his legs. His right leg was shifted forward and
slightly bent, and his left leg was bent back, it looked as if he had been
running and than just collapsed, asleep in mid-stride. I saw one sport sock
on the bottom corner of the bed. As I stared at the white sock with the
three blue stripes and dirty gray soul, I realized that he still might have
the other sock on. Both feet were hidden safely under the blanket.
I kneeled at the foot of the mattress. Little Brian was so far down on the
bed that I could reach all of him easily. With my left hand, I slowly
reached for the edge of the cover, while I kept my eyes on his face to see
if I was disturbing his sleep. I lifted the blanket gently and the boy
continued to breathe deeply, fast asleep. I slowly folded the cover back
exposing his right leg up to his little knobby knee. I saw that there was no
change, that he was still deep asleep. The pink toes were naked, if he still
had on a sock it had to be on the other foot. Was there a sock on the other
foot? I wonder if it would be snugly on him or if the sock was half off. I
did not like to see his filthy sock like that, all floppy and limp, black
with grime and maybe a stale purple fruit loop adhered to it. I took a
chance and placed my hand on Brian's calf. I still stared at his face, at
his closed eyes and his freckled button nose. He continued his deep even
breathing as I slowly stroked the back of his leg.
I removed my hand and took a hold of the other corner of the blanket. Soon
the green plaid revealed both of the boy's legs and I gathered the cover up
to his mid thigh. The rest of Brian, including his boxer-clad butt, was
hidden in shadow under the wool blanket. I wanted to leave that for later
and I continued to move slowly. After making sure that he was asleep still,
I looked at his other foot. I saw the sock; it was not like I expected. The
sock was just over his toes, as if it was a snake that was gradually
devouring his foot. I smiled and slowly freed Brian from the dirty sock
creature. His foot moved suddenly and it gave me a start. My hart pounding,
I looked at his face expecting to see that I woke him up. Brian was
unconscious still and I was relieved. I had to sit back and wait so that he
would remain oblivious to my amusement.
I placed a tentative hand on the boy's left calf as soon as I was convinced
that he would stay asleep. I gently caressed his lower leg fore a while,
enjoying the feel of Brian's soft skin. I moved my hand up along his leg and
rubbed his knee. There was a small scab on it, probably the result of some
forgotten spill from a week ago. I switched knees with the same hand to make
a comparison. The right knee was without cuts but there was a raised scar. I
switched hands and continued my journey up his right leg. I stroked his
thigh up and down, very slowly and softly. The skin was so soft and with out
a hair or blemish. This part of his leg was like a cylinder of perfect
tender flesh. I took a chance and gave the leg a couple of gentle squeezes.
Still there was no reaction and Brian continued his slumber.
I leaned forward and rested one hand just beyond his back, so that I could
stabilize myself as I leaned over him. My other hand continued of its own
accord up the sleeping boy's flank. The leg of the boxer shorts was hiked up
a little, so that my hand was under the blanket and most of the way up his
leg before I got to the hem. I pinched a bit of the material and cautiously
tugged. The boxer' leg straightened out easily as I pulled on the shorts
carefully. My hand found its own way back up the warm thigh. Soon I could
feel his hip and waist. My hand turned and my fingers tried to search out
the boy's genitals. The tip of my middle finger brushed some thing. It was
the end of his dick and that was as far as I could go with out risking
waking Brian up. I sat up and collected my self. I move quietly to right
side of the bed, because I had gotten a `taste' of him now and there was no
going back.
With both hands, I rolled up the blanket until Brian was completely
uncovered. With a flick of my wrist, I sent the green plaid wool over the
other side of the mattress. Brian had on a white T-shirt with red sleeves
and a red border on the collar. There was a pocket monster logo on the front
of it. His boxers were made of thin navy blue cloth and they hung neatly
over his slim hips. I could make out the flesh of his tummy between the
waste band and the bottom of the shirt. I went there first. I lifted up the
shirt a couple of inches so that I could see his belly button. I rubbed the
back of my hand across this unveiled skin. His soft stomach raised the hairs
on the back of my hand as my knuckles caressed him.
I reached my hand behind him to his lower back. I stuck my hand under his
shirt and rubbed his warm back slowly. Then very slowly and even more softly
I moved my hand lower down Brian's sleeping body. My hand crossed over his
underwear and onto his seven-year-old little butt. I rubbed up and down on
the little buns. I tried not to putt too much pressure in my strokes,
because I did not want to wake Brian. I needed to get more of this boy and
the cloth of his underwear was getting in the way.
I slid my hand lower down to the back of his little thigh. My hand slipped
up the leg of his boxer shorts and I gently caressed his butt. Brian stirred
a little, but I was caught up in feeling his tail end with my hand. Brian's
arm had moved a little, but when his right leg straightened out some, I took
notice. My hand paused and I held my breath, while I waited to see if he
would wake up. When his breathing went back to normal, I gave his rump a
soft squeeze. I waited a minute than squeezed once more. His butt was firm
and the skin was warm and soft. Women tried to have asses as smooth and
tight, as a child's, that is the exact comparison that people try to make,
but a boy's bootie was naturally perfect.
I removed my hand from his underwear and decided to try some thing else. I
reached for his fly and tried to stick my hand in, but I could only fit two
of my fingers with my thumb spreading the opening. My fingers eagerly probed
for his most special flesh. I touched him and found his small penis and
scrotum. His tight wrinkly sack protected his balls, and his circumcised
boyhood was like a mushroom. His little pecker's tip was bundled up in his
remaining foreskin similar to a turtleneck. I maneuvered my fingers so that
I could grab Brian's dick between my index finger and thumb. I slowly pulled
on it, so that his skin slid over the head of his wiener. I picked up the
pace of my fondling until I had a steady rhythm going. Brian stirred and
then stirred some more. I thought I could feel his thing grow a little in my
hand. I stopped just before I thought he was going to wake up.
My hart had been beating hard while I was touching Brian and I had become
aroused. While I tried to get my breathing back under control, Brian woke
up. He had flipped onto his back and his shirt had rode up his chest,
exposing his belly. His lids fluttered open and his sleepy blue eyes looked
around the room. His eyes passed over me and looked at the window, than at
the open door to the hall. Than he looked back at me and he frowned.
"What are you doing?" he demanded in the slurred speech of a child that just
woke up. What did he mean? Did he remember what had woken him up? Was he
offended? I hoped not.
"I could not sleep. I came in here to see you." I answered him with a smile.
Than I pointed out the obvious. "It looks like you lost your blanket." His
expression softened and he looked curiously to his left, at the rolled up
blanket on the floor. Than he looked back at me and gave me a big grin.
Maybe things were okay after all.
He pulled his shirt down over his belly and folded his arms behind his head.
He looked at the doorway and back to me again. "Were is my mom?" Brian asked
me in a soft voice.
Was he looking for assurance that his mother was near enough to him to help
him, or that his mom was far enough away that he had privacy? I was probably
reading too much into what was likely just a curious question. "She is in
the bed room. She had some of her medicine and went to sleep." There I told
him that his mother was in the next room, thus very close, and that she was
deep asleep, thus telling him that he was out of her supervision. Was this
manipulation? I always felt that as long as you were not deceiving some one,
the thin line between manipulation and seduction was contingent on rejection
or consent. No harm no foul.
Brian frowned again and I knew why. His mom's `medicine' was the
prescription pills that she abused. He got up set when she got that drugged
look on her face with her eyes glazed over and unfocused. He was some times
relieved when she dosed off, but usually if she slept during the day, he
would try to wake her up.
"How do you feel buddy? Sleepy?" I asked him. My hands itched to touch him
again. I felt like drug addict, one hit was not good enough, no amount could
satisfy, and I craved more.
Brian shrugged indifferently and rolled onto his side, facing me. He looked
so sweet cured up with his hands under his head. He wiggled his toes and
stared at one of his escaped socks.
"Brian do you want to play a game?" The tone was obvious in my question,
that this would be no ordinary game. Brian looked up at me and nodded
vigorously. "Okay, but this is a secret game. Do you understand buddy?"
"Yes, sure I do." He whispered. His eyes where lit up and he looked enthused
to play this game with me. I had taught him how to play other games like,
chess, poker, Frisbee-golf, and zombie tag with his friends. I had a way
with teaching him, although most people find Brian hard to work with. Only
one of the games where somewhat sexual. We played doctor with only our
shorts on. Although nothing really happened, we explored each other from
ears to belly buttons and from knees to toes. He knew not to say any thing
about it to any one and more importantly, we both had a blast.
"Fine, here is how it goes. This is a sleeping game." I said, not knowing
that I had just named the game for future reference. "You pretend to be
asleep and for one hole minute I get to do any thing you want. First I have
to guess what you will let me do and then, after a minute of doing it you
can wake up. If you liked it, you can tell me that you had good dreams and
if I did not do it right; you just tell me you are still sleepy. Okay?"
"Okay!" Brian agreed while he grinned from ear to ear. He flopped back onto
his back and placed his arms at his sides as if he was laying `at
attention'. "What do I do now?" he asked me excitedly. There he was, willing
to play this new game through, just like all ways. I knew that he was aware
that this game was going to be sexual, because most kids can sense that sort
of thing, and he seemed to notice the erotic edge in our `doctor game'. He
had giggled and blushed the whole time.
"What can I do to you when you sleep?" I asked him. "Can I touch you with my
hand?" Many people would thing that this method of questioning to be tedious
or boring, but I lived for it. It was like begging and discovering at the
same time.
"Okay." Brian said pleasantly, scratching the bottom of one foot with the
top of the other.
"Can I touch you from the waist down?" I inquired hopefully. His crotch was
less than ten inches from my hand. How could I resist any longer?
Brian shook his head `no'. He laughed at the exaggerated look of dejection
on my face. I guess that was hopeful thinking at best.
"Can I touch you from the knees down?" I quarried of this beautiful little
boy below me. Rubbing his feet could be fun for both of us, as well as a
good icebreaker.
Brian nodded his head vigorously, giving to me his consent. He was breathing
deeply and he looked exited. Because he turned down the first offer to touch
him bellow his waist, I thought that he suspected that this game was
intended to become sexual. Did he not want to have sex or did he want me to
take it slow? Perhaps he did not know what he wanted and so he was trying to
do one thing at a time until he found his limit. Whatever the case, this
game was promising to be very exiting for the both of us.
"I will set my watch for one minute," I told him, my watch alarm was easy to
set, "and when the alarm goes off you wake up." I set the alert function and
got ready to activate the alarm. "When you hear the beep go to sleep." I
said `go to sleep' because I wanted him to in fact pretend to be napping. I
waited 17 seconds until the new minute started and pressed the alarm button.
Brian closed his eyes and did his best to pretend to be unconscious. He did
a fine job, only his fluttering eyelids gave him away. I was unsure before
if he had any memory of what I had been doing to him before he really woke
up the first time, now I though I could have noticed if he had been `playing
opossum'.
First I rubbed and caressed one of his knees than the other. More
confidently than earlier I than stroked his shins and as much of his calves
I could get to. Steadily my hand made its way to Brian's feet. My hand got
to his left foot first and I touched the top of it lightly with my palm. I
then placed both hands on him and massaged his foot. I was doing all this as
erotically as I could, while I switch to his other foot. On his right one I
kneaded gently, then I took each toe between a finger and a thumb and pumped
them as if they were small penises. I finished with the pinky toe just when
I noticed that I had only 8 seconds remaining before Brian's `nap' was over.
I reluctantly stopped and waited for the alarm to sound.
"Beep, beep! Beep, beep! Beep, beep!" After the alarm broke the silence,
Brain stirred and faked a yawn. What a good actor he is! He looked up at me
and grinned. A boy's smile is his consent.
"How was your nap, buddy?" I questioned him, this was our prearranged code
to determine if Brian enjoyed my fondling or not. He was motionless while I
touched him, but because he beamed when he woke up, I think he took pleasure
from what I did. Ether way, I know I loved every minute of touching Brian's
body.
"I slept good!" He answered immediately, and then he paused. "I had good
dreams too!" He added, with a big smile. He sat up on his elbows and looked
at his feet as if he wanted to see what I had done to them.
"Do you want to take another nap?" He responded to me with an enthusiastic
nod. "Is it okay if I touch you from the waist down?" I asked, knowing that
it was probably a little too soon to go that far yet. I was just playing the
game though, and asking these questions were just part of the fun.
"No." He answered with a frown. Was he against doing anything sexual with me
at all? Maybe he did not detect the eroticism that I intended. Could I have
been wrong about Brian's interest and level of maturity? Why else would he
have scowled when I asked to do some thing so blatantly sexual? I calmed
down and remembered that this game was for him, and that it would go were,
and how, he wanted it to go. (With my help, of course.) Brian might only
want to let me know to go with something a little less risqué.
"Do you really like this game or are you just trying make me happy by
playing it? I'll tell you, buddy, if you want, I will play any game you like
right now, just let me know." I didn't want this game to end or to scare
Brian off by changing the mood, but it is important to make sure that kids
are totally okay with every thing, before you go to far when they are just
trying to please you.
"I like it Willie! I'm having fun!" Brian's words and warm smile assured me.
I think he would have said so if it were other wise. Brian was a strong
willed boy and not afraid to say that there was some thing that he did not
like.
"Cool! Well then, can I touch you over your shirt from the waist up?" I
asked. Brian lay back down while I spoke. He was ready to play again.
Brian shook his head `no'. I though of something else and asked, "How about
if I touch your arms?" I thought that he might want me to work from his
extremities inward.
He confounded me by shaking his head again. Brian cracked a smile when I
gave him an exaggerated look of shock. I did not know what he wanted me to
do, but I could not ask directly, because that was against the rules.
"Do you want me to go from the knees down again?" I asked Brian desperately,
because maybe he liked it when I rubbed his feet. I liked it too, but I
hoped we could move on to nastier things.
He giggled at me and said, "No." He laughed harder when my jaw dropped. He
loved frustrating me in fun and when I acted surprised, it usually made him
laugh.
"Do you want me to touch you at all?" I asked over the sound of his giggles.
He could be bored with touching, and I hoped he had my mouth in mind. I
could not think of what he wanted to do.
"Yes." Brian consented with his giggles subsiding. He scratched his nose
with the back of his hand while I tried to figure him out. Touching his face
seemed ridiculous, so I wondered if I was missing some thing.
"May I touch you under your shirt?" I asked hopefully. I finally remembered
that I had conservatively asked if I could feel him above his shirt. Perhaps
now I figured out what he wanted.
Brian bit his lower lip to suppress a smile. He nodded `yes' and averted his
eyes bashfully. He looked first at the bed room door way and then down at
his own chest.
"Okay, then I will set my watch for an other minute." I responded and began
doing as I said. Brian watched as I fiddled with my alarm. I decided to wait
just after the minute began because it would not take long to rub his chest.
It took about a minute and ten seconds before I set the alarm letting Brian
know that his naptime had started. It would be 45 seconds before the time
was up.
Brian closed his eyes and stretched his arms out a little bit from his body,
instead of up against his sides like before. I slowly slid my hand under his
shirt and relished the feel of his soft skin as I rubbed and caressed his
belly. I pushed my hand up farther to rub his small chest. Brian breathed
deeply as I felt his warm torso as my palm brushed along his tiny nipples.
Then I paid special attention to his areolas by massaging them with my
middle finger.
As I very lightly stroked his chest with two of my fingers, I watched his
face. He was breathing deeply and his bottom lip started to quiver. I used
just one finger to softly make a trail down his chest and do a little circle
around his belly button. After making a few circuits, I started to stroke
Brian's belly lengthwise across his lower stomach. Soon I started to slip my
pinky and then my ring finger under the elastic of his shorts. Brian's lips
parted a little more and he sucked his stomach in to welcome my hand deeper.
I started to do so, but as three of my fingers touched the skin just above
the base of his pecker, I glanced at my watch and noticed that we only had a
couple of seconds left. I with drew my hand gently and waited.
The alarm went off and Brian `woke up'. He got up on his elbows and rewarded
me with another one of his winning smiles. I smiled back at him. Now I knew
that if I went slowly enough we could do almost any thing together.
"Did you sleep good?" I asked. My gaze shifted to his crotch as I waited for
his answer, but I could not tell if he had an erection. I wondered what
would have happened if my hand kept on going. I could not wait for the game
to continue.
"Sure I did!" Brian reported earnestly. He followed my gaze, and looked back
up at me. He gave me a smirk letting me know that he knew what I was looking
at.
"Did you have good dreams?" I asked, I wanted Brian to tell me that he liked
it when I touched him.
"Yep! I had good dreams." Brian answered. He scratched his belly with his
right hand, as he did he glanced down at my crotch. He could tell that I had
a hard on, because he looked back up at me, shocked.
"Can we play still? Do you want me to touch you bellow your waist? You know,
over your boxers?" I asked him, although I wanted to go underneath his
underwear. It would be more fun if we did things one at a time.
"Nope." Brian said quickly. He tugged the hem of his shirt down and lay back
on his elbows again.
"Under your boxers?" I asked optimistically.
He paused, contemplating for a moment before shaking his head `no". Brian
looked like he wanted to say `yes', but he was not ready to, just yet.
After thinking for a second I asked, "How about if you lift the legs of your
shorts up as far as you will let my hands go and I can wake you up after I
am done?" I would probably be able to put my hands a good way under his
cloths. The only draw back would be that the folds from hiking up his shorts
would prevent me from seeing whether he had a boner or not. I hoped to find
out later.
"Okay! Just a second." Brian hiked his underwear legs up high, almost over
his hips. Afterwards he lay back with his hands over his head. He gave me a
quick smile and began faking asleep.
I waited a moment before making my move. I leaned forward and placed a
shaking hand on his far thigh. Vary slowly, I rubbed up and down, and then
side to side, as far up as his underwear, and as low as mid thigh. I placed
my other hand on the opposite leg and started to do the same there. Soon I
was pushing up and down along Brian's legs, going from knees to boxers, with
each pass my hands went higher. When my fingertips reached the elastic of
his shorts, I massaged his hips and the top of his thighs. I noticed that
Brian was breathing heavily, so I started to make small strokes, up and
down, under his cloths. One of my thumbs accidentally brushed his scrotum,
so I moved that hand so that it kept doing it. Brian was breathing harder
now and one of his arms twitched. I dragged my palms down his legs before
stopping. I wanted to touch him in other places, but to do that I needed his
permission.
I patted Brian gently on the shoulder. "Brian, time to wake up." I said in a
sing song voice. I put my hand under his shirt and rubbed his belly. "Come
on buddy, wake up." I coaxed him.
Brian opened his eyes suddenly and looked down at my hand on his belly. He
reached his hands to pull the legs of his underwear back down, so I removed
my hand. I was leaning close to him, so he looked up at me with a contented
little grin on his face.
"Do you still want to play?" I asked him softly. He nodded sleepily. "Do you
want to take off your shirt?" I wondered. He nodded again and quickly pulled
his shirt off and tossed it over his head, and off the mattress. I rubbed my
hand along his ribs and the side of his belly. Brain smiled and let me.
"If you go to sleep again can I put my hands any were?" I asked this little
second grader seductively. My hand was still rubbing his side. I chanced a
glance at Brian's crotch and thought I could see a tiny teepee made by his
erect penis.
"Yes, Okay." Brian said with out hesitation. He parted his legs slightly and
waited patiently for me to stop stroking his body. He must have liked it
because he made no move to stop me.
I did finish, but I dragged my hand along his smooth belly, not willing to
let go. "Really buddy, ANY were?" I pressed. I wanted to hear how much he
wanted it, and if he wanted me to do some thing else instead.
"Yep, any were." Brian chirped quickly. He had gotten the hint and was eager
to let my fingers travel where they wanted. He closed his eyes and
surrendered his body to my hands.
I laid down on the edge of the mattress and placed an eager palm on Brian's
chest. Very slowly, I worked my way down his torso, not missing even an inch
of his soft skin. When I got to his waistband I gently slipped my fingers
underneath. I stroked my fingers on his mid drift and gradually surrounded
his genitals with my hand. I carefully closed three fingers around his dick.
It was hard as a rock! The stiffness of his cock was in contrast to the
powdery tenderness of its skin. His hard pecker was more than two inches
long and was thick, but not stubby. I softly fondled and squeezed it, which
make it jump in my gentle grasp. I cautiously pulled on Brian's tight
foreskin and I watched his face fore any reaction. As I pumped his shaft
slowly, I sat up off the bed. Then I rested my other palm on the boy's
chest. To my surprise, I could feel his hart pounding away. I released his
penis and fondled his balls. Brian's sack was a good size, but his testicles
were still nice and small. I used that hand to then lift up the elastic on
his underwear. I took my hand off his heart and slipped it under his boxers.
I guess I was trying to see if I could feel his pulse from down there too.
With a trio of fingers, I went back to stroking his dick with that hand. I
could see the hard on, its smooth head, and plump shaft. As I picked up the
pace a little, I looked at his tight wrinkly sack and hairless crotch. I
admired the mound of flesh just above his erection and the tiny hole on the
tip of Brian's penis. A moan escaped his lips and I saw his lips quiver. I
worked a little faster and Brian started to pump his hips slowly. I slowed a
little and then stopped, so that I could remove my hands and wake Brian up.
I let Brian get control of his breathing and then I patted him on the hip.
"Brian, Brian buddy, time to wake up." His eyes fluttered open and he smiled
at me with his cheeks flushed. I rubbed his hip slowly and asked him, "Did
you sleep good? How was your dreams?" I smiled broadly and moved my palm
down to his thigh.
"I had a real good dream Willie! I dreamed that some thing felt good!" Brian
said enthusiastically. I moved my hand to the inside of his other leg and he
responded by turning his knees out to splay his legs. I started to massage
higher and higher, until my palm was under his shorts and the back of my
hand grazed his balls.
"Hay buddy. If you want to sleep again, is it okay if I use my mouth on you
from the waist up?" I whispered to Brian. I stopped rubbing his leg and used
one finger to tickle his belly and chest, while I waited for his answer.
"Uh, Huh." Brain responded nodding slowly. He closed his eyes and I
continued to tickle his torso. He straitened his legs to get comfortable and
I could make out the side of his penis though his underwear fly. He was
breathing soft and evenly, I could tell that he was relaxed and calm.
I lowered my head to his closest nipple and kissed it. I kissed a strait
line to the next teat and licked it lightly. I continued my kissing journey
down to his navel, were I circled it with my tongue. I reversed the ring
with kisses, before sticking my tongue in side of his shallow belly button.
I than returned to the first nipple leaving a trail of smooches, and when I
got to it, I sucked his tiny areola, while tonguing his mini nipple. Then I
passionately kissed random places on his torso. At some point, I reached his
right teat and now I sucked that one too. I pecked my way back down his
body, bellow his navel, and licked, sucked, and smacked my way along the
edge of his waistband. I wanted him to know how eager I was to get my mouth
lower.
I stopped my oral caress of his shirtless baud. "Wake up Brian." I called. I
was sitting strait up and looking at the parted fly of his boxer shorts. I
could still make out the shaft of his semi erect member.
"Hi Willie." Brian said happily. He crossed his arms over his chest and
giggled. He shook his foot side to side restlessly and scratched his left
upper arm with his right hand. He continued to grin at me expectantly.
"I hope you liked your dream. Do you still want to play?" I asked him. I
grabbed my crotch and Brian noticed right away. I kneaded my self while he
watched. He seemed to like seeing me do it.
"Yep!" He exclaimed. "I am going to sleep real quick and when I wake up I
want to see some thing different." He probably meant that he wanted he to
show him my dick.
"Okay Buddy! Go ahead." I agreed. As soon as he shut his eyes, `zip' went my
fly. I pulled out my manhood and wiped the pre-cum off and onto the back of
my jeans. I stroked it twice to make sure that it stood at full attention.
"You can wake up now Brian." I called. He opened his eyes and looked at me.
He kept looking at my dick with out speaking. "Every thing is okay, isn't
it, buddy?" I asked. I was holding my cock at the base, so I gave it a shake
for effect.
He grinned and nodded his head vigorously. He rolled onto his side and
continued to study my boner. Suddenly he reached out for it and grabbed it
in his right hand. When he had a hold of it, he turned his head down into
the mattress, so that he could not see. He started to pull on it slowly
while looking into the bed. As he continued to whack me off, I caressed his
back with the hand that had been at the base of my dick. I flexed my
erection twice, so Brian turned to look at my dick. He then, squeezed and
rubbed my dick, while I soothed him by rubbing his back. It felt so sweet
that he would do some thing so kind to me. It was erotic and romantic at
once.
He stopped suddenly and pulled both hands up to his chin, while still lying
on his side. "Are you done Brian? Do you want me to put it away?" I asked
Him. I stopped rubbing his back and placed my hand on his hip.
"No you!" He ordered vaguely. He pointed at my dick to make things clearer.
He wanted me to play with my self.
"Okay." I agreed and started to pump my pole with my left hand, while I
rubbed Brian's hip with my right. "Like this?" I asked. Brian nodded, so I
kept stroking myself. Then Brian leaned his hip toward me, from that I
gathered that he wanted me to touch his butt. I did and he let me while
watching me choke my chicken. I gave his buns a few squeezes before he was
bored and pulled away, rolling onto his back. I took the hint and put away
`free Willie'.
"What do you want to do now, Brian?" I asked. I hoped that he had not gotten
bored of all sex for now. My dick ached for more of this seven-year-old and
I always listened to `Little Bill'.
"Can we still play the sleeping game, Will?" Brain requested. "I want to do
other stuff and you are really good at this game!" Brian was a kind kid, but
he seldom gave complements. He liked the game a lot to be so generous.
"Of course we can. I want to keep playing and I have some more ideas of what
we can do next. Do you want to try?" I asked him. Brain placed his hands
back over his head and he smiled when I assured him that I still wanted to
play.
"What is it?" Brian inquired. He grabbed his crotch with his right hand and
he crossed his left arm over his chest.
"I can get you a softer blanket and, if you want, you can sleep with nothing
on." I suggested. "Then I can do any thing I want to you under the blanket,
while you take a nap." There was a comforter in his mother's bedroom, which
I though, would be softer than the thing he was sleeping with earlier.
"Okay! Get a sheet." He ordered. He placed both hands behind his head to
await my return.
I dutifully got up in search of the linen Brian requested. It took me a
couple of minutes to find a sheet that was not were I could wake Brian's
mother up getting it. It was in the last place I looked, a laundry basket,
were there was some clean bedding that had not been put away.
"Okay I got it, dude!" I announced to Brian, as I walked back into the room.
He had turned onto his side while I was gone. He had also tossed his pillow
in the corner, apparently to get it out of the way.
"Cool!" Brian exclaimed. I lightly threw the sheet over him. He grinned and
closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of the linen fluttering down on top of
him. He lay on his back, stuck his hands up over his head, and smack them
down to fold the sheet over, exposing his head. He squirmed around beneath
the bedding, because he was so thrilled to continue our game.
"Are you going to get naked under there?" I asked.
Brain nodded with a jubilant grin on his cherubic face.
"Can I take them off for you?" I asked catching his contagious smile. I
knelt down on the mattress.
Brian shrugged instead of deciding, so I went a head any way. If he did not
want me to undress him, he would stop me. I maneuvered to Brian's feet and
stuck both arms under the sheet. He watched me, giggling, until I got to the
waistband of his boxers. When I grabbed the elastic, Brian reacted as if I
was violently tickling him. He was in hysterics as I slipped his underwear
off. Brian held on to the bedding as I undressed him. When I threw his boxer
shorts in the corner, his laughter subsided into giggles.
"How is that, buddy?" I asked, leaning in close to him. I had started to
giggle too.
"Good." Brian giggled honestly. I could make out the little bulge of his
pecker through the sheet.
"When you are ready, you can sleep on your back if you only want me to do
stuff to your front, or you can lay down on your belly if you want me to do
stuff only to your back and stuff." I told him. "You can lay on your side if
you want me to do stuff to both ends."  I grasped his foot threw the bedding
and squeezed it fondly.
"Umm!" Brian said uncertainly, as he tapped his chin with his finger. I
fondled his foot while he tried to decide.
"It's alright, guy." I reassured him. "You can decide after you close your
eyes." I stopped rubbing his foot and put my hand on his thigh.
"Okay!" Brain said amiably. I rubbed his thigh for a minute, as Brian closed
his eyes and tried to choose how to lay down.
I removed my hand and Brian turned on his side. I reached under the sheet to
touch his naked body. My hand approached from the side of the bedding, as I
closed in on his dick. I lightly touched his dick and brushed my fingers
along his balls. I started rubbing his mid drift and stomach. I got on the
bed to lay behind him. Then I pulled the sheet up on his hip. I stroked his
chest, rubbed his belly, and then played with his balls. His dick started to
grow a little, so I took it between my two fingers and started masturbating
him slowly. When it was nearly fully erect, I pull the sheet toward me,
totally uncovering Brian's body. As I awkwardly tried to unzip my pants and
pull out my dick with my left hand, while I kept pumping the little boy's
penis.
When I finally got my cock out, I pressed it upward against Brian's butt
crack. He was fully hard now, as was I. I started to jack him faster, while
I dry humped him slowly. Pre-cum started to leak from my dick, as my hand
beat Brian's pulsing pecker. I leaned forward to smell his neck and had to
stop humping and fondling him, for fear that I was going to climax from his
fresh boy scent.
I placed the sheet back over Brain getting one last squeeze of his wiener
though the linen, before I got off the bed. I stuffed my leaky cock back
into my pants and zipped up. Then I leaned over and squeezed his butt,
before waking him up.
"Wake up. Wake up." I sang, as I rubbed his posterior. "Time to wake up,
best buddy." I gave his butt a couple of more squeezes.
"Good morning!" Brain exclaimed brightly and rolled over to face me. "I had
I good nap! It was the best!" He announced to me. I could see his hard cock
though the sheets. I reached out and stroked the head with two fingertips.
To my surprise he let me and even smiled as he watched.
I stopped, it was time to tell him, and it was time for him to learn about
some thing. "I have to tell you about some thing. Did you know that when a
big guy feels real good, stuff comes out of his dick?" I grabbed my aching
crotch as I spoke.
"Is it pee?" Brian asked naively.
"No. No, it is called cum or semen. Boys start to get it when they are
twelve or thirteen. It is clear or white, and comes out like a pump. Squirt.
Squirt." As I said squirt, I pocked his boner, making him giggle. "It is
thicker than pee and some people like to swallow it."
"I wanted you to know, so that if I did it you won't think that I peed or
some thing." I explained. "It is not gross, it is kind of cool."
"I want to see it." Brian said. Now he had his hand on his dick and was
stroking it.
"Okay." I responded. "I will make a deal with you. If you let me do two
things to you, I will cum in your mouth and on your chest so that you can
see me cum. Okay?" I offered.
"What two `things'?" Brain wondered.
"The first is to let me hump on top of your butt and cum on you." I
answered, before I asked hesitantly. "Is that okay with you?"
"Umm. Okay, you can." Brian agreed he looked at his penis bulging through
the sheet. When he look back up he asked, "What else Willie?"
"I could suck your thing if you want. Does that sound okay?" I asked
sheepishly.
"Ewe! Okay!" Brian giggled. He pulled off the sheet, exposing himself to me.
His dick was still hard and he let me wrap my fist around it. I squeezed his
naked hard on gently.
"Is it okay if I take my clothes off?" I asked after a minute. I reduced my
grip to a ring of my finger and thumb, and gave Brian a couple of strokes.
"Yes, I don't mind." Brian said shuddering, perhaps from the feeling I was
giving him.
I let go of his dick and stood up. I took off my cloths with out taking my
eyes off Brian. As I pulled down my underwear, he put his legs together and
bent his knees up a little. I could still see his dick, but now his balls
were pressed up between his thighs and the base of his boy cock.
"Have you ever sucked dick before?" I questioned Brian, as I stood before
him totally naked. My dick was hard and some pre-cum filled the opening of
my dick.
"Yes." He answered cryptically
"Well who?" I interrogated, as I cupped my sore balls.
"Aaron," He was a nine year old neighbor of ours, "I suck him a lot." Brian
explained. He turned his knees to the side and put his hands behind his
head, now I could see the side of his bootie as well as his pecker.
"Does he suck you?" I queried. I kneeled down next to him on the mattress. I
watch Brain fallow my dick with his eyes.
"No he just touches me," Brian said regretfully, "and gets me hard." While
he spoke, Brian never took his eyes from my cock.
"Do you know about humping?" I questioned tenderly. I rubbed his right flank
softly.
"Aaron humped me twice and one time he put it in my butt." He answered
matter-of-factly. He opened his legs for me and I fondled his dick and
balls.
"Did you like it?" I asked, as I used two fingers and a thumb to caress his
woody.
"Uh huh." He answered absently. I ran my middle finger along the crack of
his butt and rubbed carefully across his anus.
"Can I hump you now?" I beseeched. I grabbed my ragging boner in one hand
and cupped his butt from between his legs with the other.
He nodded his head and rolled over onto his belly. I patted him on the back
and carefully approached his prone body. I straddled has butt and gradually
pushed my dick between buns. I humped him slowly, sliding my oozing dick
between his dry butt cheeks. His crack was hot and his legs together made
his butt cheeks press tightly together. My pre-cum lubed his crack, so I
laid down on him to hump faster. I took a whiff of his boy sent from the
back of his hair, than I went even quicker. Soon I was ready to cum, so I
sat up and jerked off on his back. My spunk spattered all over his ribs,
spine, and shoulder blades. Then the last of my juice I milked on his buns
and between his cheeks. I smeared the last bit on his right thigh with the
head of my cock.
Spent and shacking, I grabbed the sheet and wiped the young boy off. Brian
turned over half way to watch. He smeared some of my semen on to his hand
and looked at it. As I cleaned him off the best I could, he sniffed his
soiled fingers, then wiped my stuff off on the mattress with a repelled look
on his face. I finished drying him off by stroking his butt with the sheet.
"That felt really good buddy!" I exclaimed and Brian flipped onto his back
to smile at me. "I want to make you feel that good too!"
"Dose that mean it's my turn?" Brian asked. He bowed his legs obscenely and
stretched his arms out above him. His weenie was mostly limp and the shaft
was red with irritation.
"Yes it is, and I can't wait to bury my face between your legs!" I declared
to my little lover. I kneeled down at his feet and gave him a hungry smile.
Brian giggled and placed his hands on his the inside of his thighs. "Come on
Willie! Come on!" He encouraged.
My face went down inside of his thighs. With one hand holding up his pecker,
I put my lips to the pink tip and sucked just the tiny head. After a few
quick shallow strokes, I switched to lick his balls and pump his wee-wee
with my index finger and thumb. I gently sucked his testicles and scrotum,
while rapidly beating his penis. Soon he was hard, so I switched from his
balls to put my mouth on his dick. I pursed my lips tightly and slowly
lowered my head down on his boner. I could smell his sweet child smell as I
engulf his penis with my mouth. I applied suction to him and made slow bobs
over his dick. Soon I could sense that Brian was getting into it, so I
flicked my tongue as I sucked to gratify him.
I sped up while Brian was cooing. My head was soon going lightning speed and
I applied more suction. Brain put his hands on my head and made little
involuntary gyrations with his hips. The effort was making my lips numb, but
Brian's moans kept me going. Though his moans we could hear me slurping on
his dick and as I sucked it got louder. He let out a whoop and closed his
legs around my head, as his whole body trembled. I proceeded to nurse on his
throbbing pee-pee and propelled my tongue, while he held my head motionless
on his privates. I used both hands to rub his ribs as my boy quivered in his
orgasm.
Finally he released me and I made a popping sound when my mouth lifted off
his cock. "How was that, dude?" I asked mischievously.
"That was really cool, Willie! That felt so good!" Brian blurted out. He
looked at my returned erection. "Did you like that too?" He asked.
"Oh, sure. Making you feel good makes me feel good, buddy." I told him. I
started to stroke myself.
"I love you!" Brian admitted and I could tell than it slipped, because he
blushed and looked away.
"Me too!" I said reasonably, he looked back at me and smiled, relieved. "So
what next guy? Are you ready to drink some cum?" I asked.
"Yes! Come on!" He encouraged. He straightened out his legs pushing them
between mine.
"Okay, you lay there and open your mouth when I tell you to. When I say so,
you have to close your eyes. You do not want to get cum in them. Then I will
tell you to open them to see the last of my cum go on your chest." He
listened intently as I spoke and even nodding at times. He was so cute that
I had to ask. "Brian could you do me a favor, either suck the tip of
`this'," I pointed at my dick, "or flip your legs back so that I can stick
my finger in you."
"Umm. My butt!" Brian decided and immediately flipped his legs in the air.
He was very limber so his feet touched his ears. His butt hole was just a
dot and his balls and dick hung toward his belly. He pulled his elbows over
his knees and gave me a big grin.
I stuck my finger in my mouth, then stuck the tip of it in him gently while
I pleasured myself. As I worked the digit in his hole, it loosened up.
Quickly it was half way in and I was pumping my finger in and out. I whipped
my cock steadily, as I finger banged Brian's tight hole. His butt hole was
hot and moist around my finger and I could feel his sphincter contract and
expand, as I poked.
I pulled my finger out suddenly. "Okay, put your legs down." I instructed.
Pre-cum was rising on my dick as I masturbated my self.
He did place his legs down and I straddled his chest, while I beat my dick
furiously. Brain lay there with his mouth open and his tongue out. Soon as I
was ready, "Close you eyes, buddy." I gasped. He squeezed his eyes shut
barely in time, as I shot my load fully on his face. A huge glob of cum
landed in his mouth and some of the same stream spattered along his nose up
to his forehead. Some more of the shot hit his left cheek (to my right) and
his chin. The enormous splurge filled his mouth and I leaned back to aim the
rest on his chest.
"Look quick!" I cried out, and he opened his eyes in time to see cum pore
out of my dick and on to his chest. He watched the milky stuff splatter all
over him with great interest. As I milked the last of my spunk on him, he
got to witness how it pumped out in spurts.
There was cum on his thin neck, dripping into his armpit, upon his nipples
and in large puddles all over his chest. He smacked on cum in his mouth
before swallowing the load. He smeared cum all over his chest as I squeezed
the last of the stuff out of my cock.  After the last drop came out, I got
up and sat next to him on the bed.
Brian was a mess! He had smeared cum all over himself, so that his whole
torso glistened. He had a `purl necklace' and a stream of cum dripped down
his chin.
"Willie, I like your cum." Brian remarked nonchalantly, he said it at if he
was saying that he `liked the color blue'. He was enjoying it, as he would
playing in mud or playing with putty. The drying cum was getting sticky, and
although it would be interesting to see cum crusted to his face, it was time
to clean this little semen monster up.
"Come on Brian time to take a shower." I decided. I got up and started
getting dressed. My dick had a pleasant tingle and I felt very relaxed. It
had been a long time since I felt this fulfilled and validated. How is it
that boys tend to heal you more that you feel that you helped them? The only
time that I thought that I might be sordid and self-serving, was I when I
realized that the boy had pleased me.
"Willie!" Brian wined. "I take mine by my self!" He felt that taking a
shower by him self showed how grown up he was. Then some thing happened that
reaffirmed my faith in boy love. "Willie, I am just joking. You can shower
with me." Brian said generously. He stood in front of me nude, confident,
and honest.
"Are you sure?" I asked, I thought he was feeling childish and wanted me to
baby him in the bath. I was wrong.
"I am sure. You were nice to me and you made me feel good!" Brain tried to
explain. He struggled to find the words to express the feeling in side of
him. "You are my best friend now." He frowned and paused, the words not
being quite adequate. "You can do what you want to me and I get to tell you
what to do." He eyed me, daring me to contradict him. I did not intend to do
so.
"Your right Brian." I said, "We are `special friends' now. You can not tell
any one about this because no one will let us do what we do. However, I have
to give you what you need and make sure you are safe. I really like you and
we can play any sex game you want. You can play with other boys and girls,
even adults. The only thing is that you can not betray me." My look
hardened. "Do you understand that?" I asked.
"Yes!" Brian said contritely, covering his crotch in his hands.
"I will never hurt you Brian. You are my `special friend'. You are my real
`buddy' now." I explained. "We are a team together and our secret is a
special one."
"I won't tell and you can not either!" Brian ordered.
"Okay, buddy! I won't." I agreed, saying `buddy' suggestively.
Brian smirked at me and ran to the bathroom and I followed. It would be
three years until he broke his promise. Until then, I had one of the best
times of my life.

The end.