No Children Allowed in
the Adult Pool!
That's pretty much a direct
contradiction of our mission statement, eh gentleman?
Again. Just go away (FUCK OFF)
if you don't like the genre. We don't bother you at your church
Blah, blah, blah... This story
is for the 18 and over crowd. Blah, blah, blah... Don't read it if
you are not allowed to. Blah, blah, blah... It's a story about a man
and a boy (or boys). Blah, blah, blah... There might be sex involved,
described in great detail. Or maybe not. Blah, blah, blah... It never
really happened. Blah, blah, blah... Can you say fiction? Blah, blah,
blah... I used my imagination. Blah, blah, blah... I don't like you!
As with Stevens story (Meeting
Steven 001), I based Jason's character on a real boy as well. That isn't
his real name, and I haven't, nor am I going to, have sex with him.
But his description and demeanor are all 100% accurate.
This is still a boy love story.
However things have gotten a bit harder (hint) in this second chapter.
But if you are looking for quick relief, this isn't the story for you.
I don't believe in copyrights (or patents), at least in the current form of intellectual law. So do with this what you will. Honesty is nice though.
Read Meeting Steven first!
Jason is a living study in contradictions. Say this but do that, no matter
what it is, seems to be his creed. On any given day, he might
play the affection starved child, the silly little boy, the aloof cat,
or even the hard-core skate punk. I never know what, if anything, he
may have in store for me as Bama and I make our daily rounds through
the park. Whatever the day's persona he dons, he is always entertaining
to watch, as he seemingly bounces chaotically from one moment to the
Some days, he will play tag with the
younger kids on the jungle gym as if he were still trapped on the elementary
school playground. He will laugh, run, jump, crawl, scream and yell...
generally being a silly, fun-loving, good-hearted little boy who acts
as innocent and playful as a 10-year-old child. If I'm around, he'll
often look to me as if to make sure that I won't miss the foolish
stunt he is going to attempt next.
On other days he will hang with the
teenage pack of skate rats in the more secluded areas of the park. Smoking
cig's and weed, cussing, and talking shit (a lot of shit). He acts
far to `kewl' to be bothered with the silly little boy games that
he was playing just the day, or even hours, before. On those days he
portrays the rebellious punk who is always ready and quite willing to
head out in search of trouble, not matter the cost, just to relieve
his relentless boredom.
Or maybe, if no one else is around,
he'll play the seductive tease. His actions suggest he is horny and
needs relief... any kind of relief. And he desperately needs someone,
anyone who might be willing, to scratch that raging itch for him. Amongst
the many other subtle cues he gives, he will even go so far as to put
his hand down his pants, for minutes at a time, and fondle himself right
in front of me. He'll act as if he isn't aware of what he is doing
when I tease him it. Other times he'll grin at me and shrug his shoulders
as if to say "So what! It feels good". But he has never, ever, responded
to my direct innuendos. He'll pretend that he has no idea what I am
implying and that he is totally unaware of anything sexual. Not!
One day he begged me to go get my video
camera and film him skateboarding. He desperately wanted me to help
him make a video so he could "get sponsored and go Pro". I finally
succumbed to his begging and went home to get my gear so we could make
him a star. But when I returned he seemed totally uninterested and just
wanted to get in my truck and go for a ride. When I told him no, that
I would be kidnapping him if I did, he just sat there pouting because
he wasn't going to get his way. What did he really want? I'm not
sure, but he was playing the horny cherub again that day.
Sometimes, though not often, he'll
clearly see Bama and me walking through the park, but he will ignore
us as if we were total strangers. He'll continue playing, or punking,
dependent upon whom he was hanging with at that moment, and will intentionally
avoid any contact with me. He won't even look at me directly, but
I can tell that he is watching me with his peripheral vision. The next
day we're pals again as if he had no idea he'd blown me off the
day before. What-ever!
The lad appears stuck somewhere between
the little boy he was, seemingly just moments ago, and the young man
he so urgently desires to become. From one day to the next, he will
randomly bounce between those many roles as if that morning when he
woke, he had rolled the dice to determine his actions and attitude for
the coming day. Whatever's-Clever!
Jason is stuck at a major crossroad
on his journey towards manhood. Unfortunately for the boy, it seems
that there is no one guiding him during his lonely quest. Oddly, he
has five older brothers and a father that he lives with. Yet he continues
to come to me as if he is in desperate need of adult male attention
and I am the one that MUST give it to him. Why is it that a boy, who
has so many older male role models in his life, will seek the attention
of a complete stranger to satisfy his adolescent needs? I guess, based
on my observations and subtle questioning, that no one else will really
listen to him or even feign interest in the young lads uninhibited life.
How sad is that?
While I don't attempt to tell him
what to do as he continuously engages in the juvenile and ever increasingly
dangerous pranks he pulls; he won't allow me that level of influence
(YET!). I do try to discourage him from the reckless lifestyle he so
often chooses. Sometimes he will listen to me and respond as if he might
actually use my advice to better his chances of success. Other times
he rolls his eyes and plays the tough punk that doesn't need or want
any help from me. I never know what I am going to get, or what he may
want when (if) he comes to me. But he just keeps right on coming.
I rarely approach an unfamiliar boy.
Not in this age of extreme fear and loathing concerning our kind. Luckily
for me, I don't have to go to them. For whatever reason, I find a
lot of the boys I encounter in life are watching and waiting for any opportunity
to engage me. I'm a kid magnet that very few boys are able to resist.
I will however, if I think he has potential, make him conscious of my
existence in some way. The way I made Jason aware of me that first day
I saw him... Well it was quite comical to say the least.
It was just another blustery winter
day at the local park I frequent. I'd been sitting at my picnic
bench eating lunch and watching Bama, my doggie, run around chasing
squirrels back up into the trees. Apparently it is her duty to keep
them up in the treetops. And it is a one she eagerly accepts.
That was the first day I laid eyes
on the boy as he and a companion were making their way through the park.
Since I'd never seen them in my park before, I studied and
cataloged them for future reference. It's an involuntary habit I've
developed over the years. Good or bad, I don't know. But I have become
quite good at it nonetheless. I once saw a mole on the lad's lower
back as he bent over causing his t-shirt to ride up. I remember the
exact size, shape and color... I wonder if he is even aware its there?
Jason, as I later found out he was
called, appeared to be around 10-years-old (MAYBE 11) and was quite
cute, in his own way. When I got to know him a few days later, I was
informed quite clearly by him that he was "almost 13". (Yeah, in
8-months he didn't say.) The other boy appeared to be around 16, maybe
17, and wore red hair and freckles as opposed to Jason's Black hair
and dark skin. Definitely not brothers I thought as I momentarily wondered
about the older ones intentions. Hey, it takes one to know one.
While I always notice boys, what really
grabbed my attention was that he and his friend were being sneaky about
something as they scurried through the park. You know that way boys
have about them when they are trying, albeit unsuccessfully, to be sly
regarding whatever it is they are about to do. My gaze followed them
as they went into some bushes along a path that led to the waterfront.
Hmmm? I wondered what they were up
to as I tried to figure out a way to go see for myself what it is they
were about to do. I know. I'm a voyeur. But I just can't help myself
in situations like that. I like to watch, whatever `it' is.
I quickly finished my lunch and hollered
out to Bama to get her attention. When she looked at me, I pointed over
towards the trail where the boys had gone.
"That-a-way girl" I told her.
Like always, there was a brief pause
as she contemplated my command. Then she got it. She raced off towards
the same path the boys had just taken. Good girl, I thought! Bama always
seems to give me the excuse I need. I have to go follow her don't
As I walked slowly down the trail I
could hear a young voice just a little ways ahead as it squeaked out
"Hurry, up or were gonna get caught". This is going to be interesting
I thought as I recalled some of the games my friends and I used to play
in the scrub of the local park when we were young boys. Could it be?
I heard coughing and a moment later
the smell of America's number one cash crop filled the air. So that's
what they were doing I thought. That was pretty much what I had expected.
Though, you never really know what you might find lurking in the wilds
beyond the playground.
I once came around a turn on a little
used trail behind the local bike jumps to find a ten-year-old boy on
his knees blowing a 12-year-old. I was the deer in the headlights as
I immediately froze... Oop's, I almost lost my focus. I'll have
to tell that story another time.
I followed the trail out into the open
where I discovered the boys huddled behind a big boulder attempting
to shield themselves from the brisk winter wind. They were facing the
other way so they didn't see me as I stood stock-still watching and
waiting for their next move. Luckily, Bama must have gone down to the
beach because I didn't see her anywhere.
I stood quietly and watched as Jason
put a glass pipe to his lips and flick his Bic. He started to inhale
while he turned his head back towards me as if to make sure no one was
watching them. To late for you I thought as his eyes went wide with
fear. Oh jeez, the look on his face was priceless. Absolute panic spread
across his cute little mug as he tried to hide the pipe from of my watching
eyes. Boys are so funny sometimes... As if it wasn't far too late
to hide the evidence.
He choked and began to cough as a huge
billow of smoke rose up into the air. The wonderful aroma quickly engulfed
me again as I was wondered to myself why I'd given up smoking ganja.
Oh yeah, I forgot. It makes me stupid. It sure did smell like good stuff
though. Yet another scent I wish I could bottle.
The older boy finally took notice of
the stranger in their midst as he followed his friend's gaze to find
me watching them get high. `Oh shit' I could see in his defiant
teenage eyes as he quickly looked around for an escape route. He, with
the younger one quickly following his lead, began to rise up from their
crouched positions. Were they actually going to run?
I donned an imposing stance as I whistled
for Bama. I couldn't have them think (know) I was spying on them,
could I? A second later my girl poked her head up over the rocky breakwater
right next to them. As they both turned their heads away from me to
find out who else had intruded upon their secret gathering, I gave Bama
the hand signal I'd taught her to speak. She instantly let out a sharp
woof that nearly scared the life out of the two young boys.
They both recoiled at the sound of
Bama's loud bark. The young ones face appeared as terrified as if
he'd met a bear on the trail and it was about to attack. I found out
later that he was somewhat afraid of dogs. Yeah, I felt pretty bad when
he later admitted to me that he'd been as scared, both of going to
jail and being bitten, as he ever had been before.
"Put your hands up, you're surrounded!"
I said next with a serious look on my face. I admit it. I'm a smart-ass.
But I had to see how far I could go with the joke I was playing on them,
didn't I? They returned their anxious gaze to me as they slunk back
down as if they'd surrendered to me. It was as if they succumbed to
the reality that they were in fact surrounded and there was nothing
they could do about it.
"Bama come." I called. I'd begun
to feel a little guilty about the joke I was playing them. She leaped
up the rest of the way and ran right in between them shoving both boys
aside as she made her way to me. She really is a good girl, but sometimes
her manners are just a wee bit lacking. In this case however, it increased
the comedy of the scene ten-fold. Now they were both sitting on their
asses in the dirt wearing a look of uncertainty and fear that seemed
to be increasing with each second that passed.
As Bama ran up to me I told her "Good
doggie, you got `em."
Now they looked like they were going
to cry. At least Jason did I thought. The older one might have been
a little pissed off. He stared at me with angry, hateful eyes that spoke
volumes about what he thought of me. "I wish you were dead" was
at the top of his list. Teens can be so pissy at times like these. Can't
they take a joke? All right, it seemed it was time to end the charade
before it turned ugly.
"I'm just teasing you guys."
I said as I winked at them. "But you are going to get busted
if you don't quiet down and learn to hide better... Don't they teach
you that at school?" I said next hoping it would calm them down some.
They just sat there, seemingly unsure
if they could believe me as I wondered if they teach anything real at
school anymore? Yes, escape and evasion are as important as math in
They didn't appear to get the joke
I'd just made. I began to think that maybe I'd gone just a little
to far with them. It was definitely time to get out while I still could.
"Don't get hit by any cars on the
way home." I said to them as I called out heel to Bama and made a
quick exit back the way I'd come. I hastily headed back up the trail
as I laughed to myself about the scene I just witnessed. Or caused...
I got about twenty feet back into the
park when I heard them running up behind me. I was immediately on the
defensive I turned to watch them come charging towards me. Even Bama
showed her defensive posture as she began to growl at them for approaching
us so unexpectedly. The fear I'd seen in Jason's eyes suddenly returned
and his demeanor quickly changed as they halted their approach stopping
about ten feet away from us.
"Hey, you're not gonna tell on
us are you?" Jason asked as his eyes darted between Bama and my own.
He still had a bit of fear showing in his face, but not nearly as dire
as it had been a few moments ago.
I was going to tell them off for sneaking
up on us. But I thought it would have been a bit hypocritical considering
what I had just done.
Instead I simply asked him "Whom
am I going to tell?"
He just stood there looking intently
at me for a second before responding "I don't know."
The look in his eyes made it seem as
though he was running through the list of people of whom I could tell.
But he wasn't going to give me any ideas if he could help it.
"You have nothing to fear from me."
I said as I looked right at Jason and winked at him. "You might want
to be a little less obvious though. Next time you might get caught by
someone who does care."
His whole body became less tense and
the color of his skin, while definitely not white, became a few shades
lighter. He was in obvious relief. The older one just continued to stare
me down as if he thought I was the biggest asshole in the world. Yeah,
fuck you too Red! Not! He's definitely not my type.
With that I called Bama to heel as
I turned and walked away from them. I start getting worried after talking
to `other peoples children' for more than a few minutes. It's
as if invisible eyes, all around me, are watching and waiting for me
to make a move. Yes, I'm a paranoid. Aren't we all though?
I heard a squeaky "Thanks dude."
as I strode away. That must have been the younger one I thought. At
least he's polite.
A few days later they got me back.
I was sitting at a picnic table typing
notes on my laptop while Bama was off in the distance challenging another
dog in a game of tree the squirrels. I was so intensely focused on the
story I was working on that I'd become oblivious to everything else
around me. Suddenly, I was brought back to reality by the sound of boys
encircling my table as I heard a high-pitched voice shout out
"Put your hands up, you're surrounded!" Yeah, I pretty much jumped
out of my skin.
Jason, his accomplice from the other
day and another older boy I'd never seen quickly sat down at my table
and began laughing and high-fiving each other.
"Ha-Ha! We snuck up on you this time!"
Jason said next as he squirmed in his seat unable to contain his jubilation.
I glared at Jason while ignoring the
other two. His eyes danced with laughter and his little mouth was spread
in a boyish smirk that seemingly had lots more to say about the sneak
attack he'd just pulled off. Wisely, he held his tongue. He seemed
to realize he might have gone just a bit to far with me. Still, the little
quite pleased with himself that he had returned the favor.
"Now you gotta smoke a blunt with
me so I can get my nerves back" came my terse reply as I continued
my staring contest with the young punk. I wasn't serious. But I might
as well fuck with them if they were going to fuck with me.
They all had a look on they're faces
that was questioning... `Is he for real?' No, but you always have
to keep them guessing if you want to be invited to play in boy-land.
Everything else got blurry as I continued
to lock eyes with Jason. That was the first time I had taken a close
look the pre-pubescent punk. And I really liked what I saw. He was definitely
not a classic pretty boy that was for sure. But he had a boyish charm
about him that more than made up for his lack of physical beauty.
Yeah, he was definitely a very cute
boy, just in his own way. But it was sadly apparent that the cuteness
of youth he currently possessed would slowly fade away until he'd
only be left with his charm... if he could hold on to that. Oh well,
he's good to look at now I thought as I continued my survey of the
At the time I still didn't know that
he was older than the ten or eleven years I pegged him for... he looked
so young and tender. In fact, he looked absolutely delicious as he sat
there giggling to himself. He did seem fairly mature in his attitude
though. I'd begun to wonder if he was just small for his age.
He was about 4' 8" or so and couldn't
have weighed more than 90 lbs soaking wet. He looked part Mexican, maybe
Asian, or something. I couldn't make an accurate determination what
mix the cute little mutt had in him.
His hair was as black as tar, what
little he had of it. It had been shaved to about a half-inch all the
way around. Buzz! His eyes had a distinctive oval shape to them, adding
yet more mystery to the source of his heritage. And they were as blacker
than a moonless night. Quite intriguing I thought... I'd never seen
black eyes before.
He had a pretty little mouth with thin
red lips that just seemed to be always grinning. It was as if he had
a big secret he wasn't going to share with anyone. The little button
nose he wore made it evident that white-boy was at least part of his
muddled mix. But the rest of him was indefinable. His face was slight
rounded with soft cheekbones that barely made themselves known to the
world. His chin was just as slight, barely perceptible on the radius
of his jaw line that seemingly continued its unaltered curve around
his cute face.
He was wore a tattered t-shirt that
had writing and doodles all over it. Scribbles and scrawls done with
a black sharpie covered nearly every available square inch of his worn-out
wearable masterpiece. I noticed, amongst the many other colorful sketches,
that there was an ejaculating penis drawn onto his left sleeve. Hmmm.
I was going to have come up with something to say about that, but I
saved the thought for later when I wouldn't have to worry about what
the older punks might think about the lewd comments that were surely
going to come flying out of my mouth.
He was sitting right next to me so
I could see his shorts too. They were the tightest pair of jean cut-offs
I'd ever seen on a boy, at least in real life. They must have been
his pants from two years ago. Pretty hot I thought as my eyes followed
his thin, hairless legs down to his shoes. Yeah, the boy didn't appear
to have one hair on his arms or legs. Huh? I didn't think they came
that way. All boys have at least some body hair, don't they?
He wore unmatched, multi colored socks
seemingly sprouting out of his tattered DC shoes. The laces didn't
go through every eyelet and were broken in at least a few places, being
held together in assorted knots that seemed as if they might break apart
at any time. What a little thrasher he was. He bore the look of the
classic All-American skate punk in every way possible. I wanted to keep
The new kid broke the spell I was under.
"Can I bum a smoke dude?"
I was a little irritated that they
had disturbed my peace and quiet. Well, not with Jason. But the other
two could fuck off as far as I was concerned. Yeah, the scrappy little
pup had me charmed already. I was just about to tell the unknown teen
to go ask his parents for one when I saw that he had a longboard leaning
against the bench next to him. That looked like fun.
"If I can ride your longboard."
"OK" he quickly said as he jumped
up and handed the board to me.
Cool! I hadn't ridden in quite a
while and it was something I really missed doing. Long-boards seemed
to be making a comeback nowadays. Lucky for me, they are definitely
safer for old men such as myself.
I turned to Jason and grabbed his knee
giving it a gentle squeeze. The feel of the soft skin covering his bony
little legs made my head swoon. I looked him right in the eyes while
squeezing just a bit harder to make sure I had his attention.
"Nothing is going to happen to my
stuff, right?" I said with authority.
He got the message. He nodded his head
vigorously as he yelped and reached out grabbing my hand in his to make
sure I didn't clamp down any tighter. He didn't appear to be bothered
that a strange man had just reached out and touched him somewhat intimately.
Rather, he seemed as if he was going to start giggling hysterically
as if he were being tickled all over. I wondered how he'd react if
I did reach out and tickle his ribs just then. That might be just a
bit to far though... at least for now.
I threw my smokes on the table, jumped
on the board and began to skate away.
"Can I have one too?" I heard Jason
squeak out as I headed off into the park.
Normally I'd say no to someone so
young. But it was obvious he was experienced, in all manner of sins.
And he was going to watch my stuff for me.
I just shouted out "Whatever!"
as I rode away.
Hey I can still do this I thought as
I began to feel the rhythm of riding return to me. I'm going to have
to get myself a board when I get the chance. I had a pretty good time
cruising all over the park as I kept one eye on the laptop that I'd
left with the boys. I had a pretty good feeling about Jason. I could
probably trust him. But the other two... well, I had my doubts about
When I came back they were sitting
around the table talking about boy nonsense as if it were the most important
matter in the world. Oh the innocence of youth. I wish I could...
My smokes were still on the table so
I picked them up, took one out and lit it. I really just wanted to see
how many they had taken, but I didn't want to be obvious about it.
The pack was almost new, so I could tell that they had only taken three
of them. Red must have had one too. And the little fuck didn't even
As I packed up my stuff preparing to
leave, Jason was quite the little smart-ass chatterbox. Apparently,
he was surprised that an old man like me didn't fall down and break
something while I rode the long-board. He wore a mischievous grin that
seemingly dared me to challenge his comments about my age. What a little
shit he is I thought to myself. He's got a lot of balls for a hairless
preteen boy. I couldn't help but wonder just how big the precious
jewels he had hidden in those tight little shorts might actually be.
As usual, my paranoia took over so
I said, "see ya around" to them. I looked at Jason and smiled for
a brief moment before I turned and left the young punks that had invaded
I unexpectedly heard the sound of little
footsteps behind me as I called out to Bama with a shrill whistle. I
turned my head to find Jason right on my heels.
"Where ya going?" he asked me.
Huh? "Home. Why do you want to know?"
I answered him curtly. I was a little annoyed with him. I don't know
why... I'd usually be thrilled that a cute boy was following me. It
just seemed odd to me for some reason.
He didn't seem to notice my rebuff
as he began trotting alongside me. He asked me a half a dozen questions;
Who? What? Where? When? Why? He seemingly wanted to know all about me,
Bama and anything else he could think up in that childish little mind
of his. I was getting real paranoid now. Where he and his friends planning
We got to the park boundary and I pretty
much blew him off as nicely as possible. "See you later." I told
him with finality in my tone.
Obviously he had no fear, or tact.
"Um, could I have another smoke?" I heard as I stepped of the curb.
So that's what he was after. At least
he wasn't planning on ripping me off. But I hate that part of the
game. If I don't give him one, I'm a dick. If I do give him one...
Well, either way I'm an asshole. I should have never given him one
in the first place.
"No more smokes for children today."
I said as I kept walking without looking back.
"Its kewl... maybe next time."
I heard as I kept walking away. He said something else too, but I couldn't
make it out.
I hadn't see him again for a few days when
he unexpectedly plopped down on the grass next to me.
"Hey" was all he said with his
young boy squeak.
"Hey" I said right back at him.
This could only mean one thing I thought. He wants another smoke.
"Watcha doin" he asked me shyly.
I guessed he was going to beat around
the bush a bit first before he got up the nerve to ask me for a cigarette.
"Counting grass blades" I answered
offhandedly. I plucked a handful and sprinkled them over his head. "Want
to help?" I asked with a snicker.
He responded with his charming giggle
as he grabbed a handful of grass and threw it right at my face. He quickly
attempted to roll away out of my reach but I grabbed him by his shirttail
and pulled him back until he was lying flat on his back at my side.
I held him down with one hand on his
chest while I grabbed another handful of grass and said to him "Careful,
I might just make you eat some."
I showed him my grin so he'd know
I was kidding as my mind turned to thoughts of lust. The feel of his
tight little body covered only by his thin t-shirt made me begin to
get hard as he squirmed half-heartedly to get away. Good thing I was
laying on my stomach.
He clamped his mouth shut as he beamed
at me with those incredibly black eyes of his. They were daring me again,
yet there was something else hidden beneath in those rich glassy orbs
that gazed softly up at me. He liked what I was doing and he was definitely
not afraid of me, or my touch. He relaxed his hard little body into
the turf as if to accept his fate, whatever it might be.
I brushed the grass seductively across
his tender lips a few times before I pulled my hand away from his opening.
"Open up and say ahh." I said to
him with a wink.
He just shook his head as his grin
continued to grow exponentially.
I was just about to stop teasing him...
and holding him down. It probably didn't look very good from an outside
perspective. But as I pulled my hand a bit further away, he opened his
mouth and wiggled his tongue taunting me. I guess he wasn't quite
finished playing the game.
I quickly brought my hand back to his
mouth in an effort to stuff the grass into it. Lucky for him, he got
it shut just in the knick of time. I was amazed, and glad, that he didn't
bite his tongue off as he locked his jaws together so swiftly.
He's going to get it now I thought
to myself. "I'll betcha I can get you to open your mouth again."
I whispered softly.
He just shook his head again while
showing me his playfully defiant eyes. He was daring me yet again as
he lay on the ground without making any attempt at escape. He looked
so dreamy laying there in my grasp. I'd wished we could be doing this
under different circumstances.
To bad for him he had no idea what
I was about to do. I let the hand that still rested on his firm chest
slip down to his taut little belly and gave it a gentle tickle with
just the tips of my fingers. Immediately, every muscle in his body tensed
as both his hands reached out to stop me from going any further with
my playful torture. He let out a huge yelp before he began to laugh
and giggle like the schoolboy he was. His enchanting melody lasted only
a millisecond though.
Just as he opened his mouth in response
to my tickle, I stuffed the handful off grass right inside his opening
before I hastily pulled my fingers out of harms way. He clamped his
mouth shut in an effort to avoid the inevitable. But it was far to late!
I released my hold on him and rolled
away as he immediately began spewing out the invading blades in short
little spurts. The grass, as well as spittle, flew out of his entrance
and scattered across his silky smooth cheeks sticking in little clumps
all over his adorable little face. He continued spitting as he rolled
towards me in an effort to keep the cud from landing on his face any
more than it already had.
I laughed out loud as I said to him
I was hoping I hadn't gone to far
as I rolled over on my back laughing as I watched him try to extricate
the last of the grass that stuck to his tongue. He wasn't having much
luck in that position either. Spit and grass flowed off of his tongue
and dribbled down onto his chin. Nearly every part of his face had turned
wet (and green).
Luckily for me, he didn't appear
to be mad. But he wasn't done by a long shot either. He looked over
at me with his now sinister black eyes before he pounced and landed
right on top of me. He began rubbing his face off all over my own in
an effort to rid himself of the goo that covered it. I was so surprised
by his actions that by the time I reacted, he had managed to rub his
soft, and somewhat slimy, boy cheeks all over mine. As he did it, he
managed to drag his wet little lips across mine several times before
I felt his slippery little tongue peek out and take several swipes across
Why he was doing that I had no idea.
Perhaps he was trying to scrape the last bits of grass off his tongue.
Whatever. Boing! I was pretty stiff before, but now I was approaching
the hardness of tempered steel.
As he licked me with his tongue again I
quickly opened my mouth and captured it with my teeth. I clamped down
gently as I put a hand on either side of his tiny little waist and held
him firmly. Holy shit! He was lying on top of me and I had his silky-smooth
boy tongue in my mouth. My raging cock was stabbing right into his own
too. This game had turned into something else entirely, at least for
me. But sadly, he wasn't hard. At least I didn't think so.
Oh well, mine was definitely more than enough for the both of us right
He immediately went stock still as
I continued to hold his tongue prisoner. His eyes were just inches away
and locked to mine. Again, they didn't seem to display fear in them.
No, they seemed to be saying, "What the fuck do I do now?"
I couldn't speak, obviously. So I
hummed out "Enough?" hoping he'd get the gist of my question.
He did. "Umm hmm!" He hummed out
I released my grasp on his tongue as
I laid my head back into the grass looking up into those captivating
black eyes. I held my hands on his waist as I fought desperately not
to follow through with my urge to let them slide a bit lower onto his
tight little butt.
He surprised me again. He stayed put
laying on top of me as he grinned down at me with a knowing smile for
a few more seconds. Then he stunned me. He ground his groin into my
steely rod a few times to make it clear that he felt my stiffness. There
was no doubt in my mind then that he knew I'd gotten turned on by
our little game.
The look on his face changed back to
his mischievous grin before he said, "It feels like you lose too!"
as he rolled off of me and lay in the grass giggling at my side.
My head was spinning as I wiped the boy
slime from my face. That could probably qualify as a first kiss. And
he hadn't acted as if he was afraid that my cock had just been poking
into his. I wonder if...
He broke my train of thought. "You
own me a smoke now. I need to get the taste of grass out of my mouth."
Yeah. Cigarette smoke is going to taste
better I thought. But I gave in to his request. I felt a little bad
for going as far as I had with him. Sometimes I really need to stop
actually doing whatever crazy action my dirty mind seems to come up
"OK, but not here." I said to him.
I stood up not even trying to hide my still hard member. Fuck it (hopefully). He already knew anyway. Maybe he'd show an interest?
He just watched me as I adjusted it
back into a more manageable position. There was no fear in his eyes
still, but they didn't hold the lustful look I was hoping for either.
No. They held a look that said, "I know what you want. To bad you're
not going to get it."
I let go the idea of inviting him to
my house to smoke his cigarette. His face made it perfectly clear that
we'd gone just as far as he was willing to go. I reached down and
pulled him to his feet before we headed over to the spot where I'd
caught him and his crony getting stoned just a few days before.
I watched him as he lit the smoke I
gave him. He definitely knew what he was doing. He had a style and an
ease of experience about him. Yep, a pro smoker in the making and I
was helping him. Guilt, guilt, guilt...
"Why do you want to smoke?" I asked.
I might as well begin my interrogation. If he wanted to play with me,
he had to put up with my shit.
"I dunno... I like to." Was all
he could come up with.
"I did at your age too, but now I
need to" I said in response. Not that I had much hope of discouraging
him, but I might as well try.
He just looked at me blankly without
answering. `So what old man' his eyes seemed to say.
I let it go. "Where would you get
smokes if you weren't bumming them off of strangers?" I asked next
as I moved on with the grilling.
"Were not strangers, my tongues been
in your mouth" was his quick comeback. He was grinning from ear to ear
as he awaited my response.
Huh? At least he wasn't freaked out
about what had happened.
"OK, we've had our first kiss,
but other than that, we're strangers." I said as I winked at him.
The look on his face turned sour. He
must have hit that lemon flavored part of the smoke he was puffing.
He didn't like that I'd called it a kiss one bit. Or maybe it was
that I'd implied that it wasn't our last. Either way, he was as
grossed out as a young boy can be.
I just ignored him as I asked again.
"Where do you normally get your smokes?"
"Swipe `em from my Dad." He said
with a little cockiness on his face.
"What would your Dad do if he caught
you?" I asked right back.
"Beat my ass." He stated matter-of-factly.
He didn't seem to care though.
Well, this was going nowhere. I changed
tactics... Perhaps if we become friends I'll hold more sway with him.
And if I stop giving him smokes.
I began asking about him. Who? What?
When? Where? Why? I asked them all. And he answered them eagerly. It
seemed he liked to talk about himself. What lonely boy doesn't?
One thing that surprised me... He lived
across the street from the park, just a few doors down from the little
market. For at least a couple of years too! He couldn't actually remember
how long though... duh. I'm going to have to get my `Boy-Dar'
adjusted I was thinking. How did I miss him all this time?
He was quick in all the responses about
his life, quite cheerily in fact. Right up until I subtly asked about
his relationship with his dad. He pretty much blew me off as his eyes
clouded over with a sadness that made my heart ache. Gulp.
He had to leave shortly after that
awkward moment. I watched him as he walked towards his house. The youthful
bounce I'd seen earlier in his step wasn't there anymore. Oh man!
I felt really bad. I wondered if he'd ever come back to see me after
I'd intruded so deeply into his life. I resolved to fix it (and him)
if I could.
Nearly every day after that intriguing
afternoon, he'd come and talk with me (or not) when he saw me. He'd
usually ask for a smoke, though not every time he came to me. I'd
only let him have one about every 3rd time he asked... I
didn't want it to become the only reason he wanted to spend time with
me. Thankfully, he didn't seem all that bothered when I said no. A
shrug of his shoulders and he just fell in at my side as we followed
wherever Bama lead us while we talked about whatever I could pry out
He'd even gotten over his fear of
dogs... at least his fear of Bama. He and my girl would often run around
the park playing chase the squirrel as I sat back and watched them.
What an adorable site that was. I liked him a lot more when he played
the silly boy. His skate punk persona was quite annoying at times.
I learned a lot about him during our
almost daily rounds through the park. He was part "Flip" (his word
for Philippino) on his Moms side and the rest of him was pure white
trash (my words). No wonder he was so small and hairless I thought when
I learned of his heritage. It didn't matter to me what how he came
to be though. It sure was a cute mix.
He was in the 6th grade
this year. He'd been held back for lack of doing his schoolwork the
year before... surprise. I hate that they seem so callous about
failing school. Its almost pride I sense in boys like him as they talk
about their troubled school life. Or at least it doesn't matter to
them if they pass. What the fuck is happening nowadays? Is his kind
really our future? Not if I can help it. One boy (sometimes two) at
a time I was going to sway the tide of ignorance in our all-to-soon
to be men. He was going to be a tough nut to crack though. But
I made another resolution as I listened to him talk about how lame school
is for him. We were going to be doing homework in the park... and we'd
be starting soon.
It took a little longer than expected
to get him started. And it cost me quite a few smokes as well. But after
a month, I had him bringing his schoolwork over (at least a few times
a week) to the park where we would sit at my picnic table for
a half hour or so arguing playfully as WE completed the assignments.
After two months, I had him practicing
his clarinet in the same spot I'd caught him smoking pot. He giggled
madly as I sat him down in the same spot and told him to get high on
music instead of weed. I really do think he got the point as well. But
I doubt he stopped getting stoned.
He only lasted about twenty minutes
or so when he played. And he only did it a couple of times a week. But
the fact that he'd even, albeit reluctantly, agreed to practice was
nothing short of amazing to me.
He would sit on his butt cross-legged
leaning back against his boulder with his music sheets propped
up against another and play (somewhat) beautiful melodies for me. I
could hear him playing from everywhere Bama and I went to in the park.
Talk about music soothing the soul. I was in heaven as I listened to
his sweet songs.
I hate to be prideful but... I am so
fucking awesome at my predisposed post on this planet! Why can't
they just accept me? Boys are why I was put here.
I finally got the courage to ask about
his dad again. It was under the pretense of asking why his dad hadn't
noticed he was hanging out with some strange man. I really did want
to know the answer to that as well as try to find a way back onto the
subject of their relationship. I could see Dad in their front yard sometimes
as Jason and I did school work at our bench. I anxiously awaited
the day when he would come storming across the park seeking answers
from me... ones that would be very hard to respond to. At least without
being completely honest. He never came though. Yet another parent, and
surprisingly a Dad, that didn't get involved in his child's life.
What the fuck is wrong with all of you? Don't you know how precious
Jason told me flat out. "Don't
worry about it. He doesn't care what I do. He's seen me with you
and he DIDN'T CARE AT ALL!"
Yeah, he said it just like that. This
part was going to be a lot harder to revamp than I thought. He just
lowered his eyes and went back to his math problems as if it didn't
bother him. It did though, big time. At least I didn't have to worry
so much about getting my ass kicked by an enraged father. But what could
I do for my new boy?
And so it went for many months. We'd
laugh, play, learn and practice. The only thing missing was love. He
never let it get that deep. C'est la vie. At least we were friends and
he was moving forward, though somewhat slowly, towards something more
than the neighborhood had to offer him. If that were all I got out of
the deal, I'd be smiling immensely as I lay on my deathbed.
At least he had the brains to not ride
his board up to my house so late at night I thought as I watched him
carry it the last half block as he and Bama ran up to my front gate
and went into the yard.
He was sitting in one of the chairs
waiting for me as I caught up to them. My mind was racing again. He'd
never been beyond the point he was sitting in right now. Not once did
I invite him into my house and not once had he asked permission. His
actions and attitude regarding all things sexual made it clear to me
that he wasn't quite ready to deal with a man coming onto him. I gave myself no opportunity to step over the line he had drawn.
At least until tonight that is. What
the fuck did he mean when he said `It could be fun'? That was his
response when I tried warning him off by telling him I only had one
bed. Everything about his demeanor tonight was far more risqué than
I'd ever seen in him. I began to wonder if he was drunk. He
didn't look it, but...
As I unlocked the door I said to him
"I'm not sure you are ready to step over this line yet" as I pointed
down to the threshold. I was going to give him every opportunity to
change his mind about whatever he had planned.
He wasn't even nibbling yet.
"Shut up." He replied as he pushed
me through the now open door.
"Its cold out here." He added as
he turned and shut the door behind him.
And there he was... a really cute 12-year-old
boy wandering around inside my house in the middle of the night. I stood
back and watched him as he began his investigation of my home. It only
took him about a minute before he found the autographed poster of Tony
Hawk riding a half pipe pinned to my wall.
He stopped and stared at it for another
full minute before he said in awe "That's sic!"
He turned to me and asked me how I'd
gotten him to sign it? He ooh'd and awe'd as he didn't wait
for an answer and asked how old the picture was... he'd never seen
that one before.
That one is definitely `old-school'
I told him. I'd had it for nearly fifteen years. Ouch, that makes
me OLD-SCHOOL too.
I explained to him that I used to do
film & video production work and I'd been involved in a project
that Tony skated in. Yeah, `Tony'... we'd gotten pretty friendly
over the few weeks we'd worked on the first shoot. We'd done a few
other shoots over the years too, so I'd gotten to know him quite well
by the time I quit the business. I still had his business card around
somewhere with his e-mail address and cell number written on the back.
I'd never had a reason to call or write him since the last shoot,
but I kept it anyway... you never know.
The whole time I was explaining it
to the boy he stared at the poster as if was the coolest thing he's
ever seen. I however, felt the pangs of guilt begin pounding deep in
my gut as I told the story.
The only thought going through my mind
was my Prince Steven, whom I'd left in his snuggly warm bed not 20
minutes ago. When I had decided earlier this evening that we needed to dress up the walls
of the little imps `apartment'. That poster
was one of the things I'd decided to give him. What more inspiration
could I give the boy than having him wake to see an image of his soon
to be hero mounted on his wall? And here I was with Jason, ready and
willing if he was, to climb into my bed together.
I pushed my guilt aside as I thought
now would be a good time to discuss Stevens moms concerns about their
age difference. I sat him down and explained what she'd said.
I also told him what I'd said to her in response.
I stuck the tip of my finger right
to the center of his chest and pushed with just enough pressure to cause
his eyes to go wide. "I told her you are a good kid. Now you have
to live up to that. I also told her that I would thump you HARD and
REPEATEDLY if you hurt or corrupted her little boy!"
"Get it?" I added as I poked his
chest just a little bit harder to emphasize how serious I was.
He just nodded his head meekly.
"Good! That means no smoking ANYTHING
in front of him. No cussing, at least as often as you are doing now,
and no trouble making while he's with you. And I don't want him
hanging out with the older crew either. Unless you guys are actually
skating, send him home if you are going to be with them."
He just continued to stare at me while
he nodded again. I guess I really had his full attention.
I eased the pressure of my finger from
his chest as I softened my voice. "Please just be the silly little
boy I know and love when you are with him and not the young punk you
pretend to be sometimes. PLEASE do that for me?"
He just nodded his head again as he
appeared at a loss for words. He'd never seen me this serious before.
I'm not sure if he knew that I had it in me.
I finished by telling him. "You don't
have to hang around him if you don't want to. He really likes you
That was what finally got him to speak.
"No! I really like him. He's pretty cool for an 8-year-old. Plus,
he's going to be sic on a skateboard. I can't believe how fast he
He was now looking at me as if I was
about to take away a prized toy from him. He seemed to be standing on
edge waiting (hoping) that I would say it was OK for him to hang with
That's interesting I thought as I
looked at the boy. I guess he really does like the young urchin. Hopefully
he isn't interested in...
"I can still play with him can't
I?" He asked breaking my train of thought.
"Yes" I answered. "Just be kewl
with my young puppy." I'd said kewl his way to help ease the tension I'd created.
"OK" he replied eagerly.
He seemed more sincere than I'd ever
seen him before.
Time for the next issue as I kept going
with my requests (demands).
"He might be upset that you are over
here tonight. Do you remember how he acted when we ran into you earlier
He immediately shot back at me "He
can't be mad just because WE are friends too!"
"No he can't" I replied. "That's what I told him today and that's what I'll tell him again if he forgets. But..." I paused a second trying to find the right words. There were no right words for what I needed to say so I just spit it out. "But you and I being `just friends' isn't why you came over tonight, is it?"
He let his eyes drop to the floor without
saying a word. It appeared his brown skin was getting just a little
"Is it?" I repeated insistently.
He just shook he head as he looked
back into my eyes.
"Look Jason, I like you a lot. You
know that right?"
He nodded his head again. The cat certainly
had his tongue all of a sudden. Probably for the best for now I thought.
"I like him a lot too. In fact I
love him. I've always wanted a little boy to love, teach and be friends
with. Now I have the chance. And I don't want it screwed up because
I have a hard time keeping my dick in my pants at the site of my other
favorite cute little boy."
He giggled uncontrollably and turned
bright red as I finished that last sentence. When he finally got himself
under control he responded to my concerns the way any horny boy would.
"He doesn't have to find out. I'm
not going to tell him and you better not either." He was glaring into
my eyes as he said that last part.
I continued. "You and I are walking
a very high tight rope right now. If either of us falls, it could destroy
both of our lives. Can you handle it?" I'd reached out and held
his chin as I said it. I needed him to look me right in the eyes as
he responded to my question.
"I swear," he said as he held up
"You too!" He demanded in return.
"I swear," I said as I bumped my
fist into his.
The mischievous look Jason so often
wore returned, however briefly.
I still had one more thing I needed
him to do if we were to go any further tonight.
"Jason, I need you to say out loud
what EXACTLY it is we aren't going to tell anyone. I believe that
you need to be mature enough to talk about it
if you are mature enough to do it."
I sat back and watched him as his face
turned red again. I was really curious (and hopeful) how he was going
to respond to what I'd just said. If he couldn't say it, we weren't
going to do it.
As I awaited his response, Mr. Guilt
came knocking at my door again. I wondered if I should let Jason know
that if he chose to go through with it, Mr. Guilt would most likely
be joining us. No. There is no need to introduce them to each other
just yet. Jason will soon enough have the pleasure of his company. Fuck
off Mr. Guilt. You aren't needed or wanted here. He just kept ringing
my bell though as I tried to tune out his nagging presence.
Out of the blue he asks me, "Can
I take a shower? I'll answer you when I get out, I promise." He
was wearing that mischievous grin again.
"OK" I replied allowing him a brief
reprieve from his sentence. I'd give him that much time to work up
the courage. I remembered how hard it was to talk about sex stuff; especially
with an adult.
"That's probably a good idea."
I added. "It's been a few weeks hasn't it?" Sniff-sniff. I wrinkled
my nose at him trying to loosen the mood.
"No!" he shouted with mock anger.
"I just feel a bit sticky and wanna get cleaned off."
I could tell he knew I was joking with
him. And He'd left me another opening so I kept going.
"Sticky, huh? Did you make a few
trips to the park restroom today?" As I said it, I put the tip of
my thumb and index finger together while waving my hand back and forth
in the universal signal that all boys know and LOVE.
He shouted "No!" again as he turned
even redder. His eyes quickly dropped down to the floor avoiding mine.
That's interesting I thought. I must have not been to far off target
with that comment. I was beginning to wonder if he would actually be
able to work up the courage to talk about sex, and then have it with
OK. I'd had enough of teasing the
boy... for now anyway. I took him to the bathroom and gave him everything
he needed to complete his decontamination.
As I handed him a fresh towel I looked
him in the eyes and said "You make sure and scrub all the important
parts, K." While I was just making another joke, mostly anyway, I
kept my face serious just to make him wonder.
He got red again and just nodded his
Before I finished closing the door,
I turned to look at him again and said "And wash any sticky stuff off
the shower walls before you get out." I was grinning this time.
He took a swipe at me as he squealed
"I'm not gonna do that!"
I quickly shut the door to save myself
from his wrath.
As I was walking away I heard the door
open and he shouted out to me "I'm gonna save that for later."
He giggled and slammed the door shut.
I wondered to myself just how serious
I should take that last comment. He'd been making innuendos since
I'd found him in the park. And I'd made it clear what I thought
was going to happen tonight. Now the 12-year-old was getting naked in
my bathroom. Its incredible how quickly life's course can change.
I went to my room, lay down on my bed
as I stared off into space wondering how, if at all, I should proceed
when he finished. If he came out of the shower and said the magic words...
"No one can know that we are going to have sex." Then I was finally going
to taste at least some of what I'd been dreaming about the
past few months as I leaned over his shoulder helping him correct his
math errors. I sure am an evil man sometimes I thought with a shudder.
The thought occurred to me as to what
he was going to wear when he got out of the shower. I'd hoped he wasn't
going to put his "sticky" clothes back on. Like most preteens, at
least the ones who weren't forced to keep fresh on a regular basis,
he was often seen wearing the same clothes day after day. Yeah, not
much slips past my scrutiny. I wondered what I could come up with that
would fit that tiny waist of his. I only had one thing... but it meant far too much to me. Oh well, nothing suited me just fine.
A short while later I heard the shower
shut off. A few minutes after that he came into my bedroom wearing only
a towel wrapped around his waist.
God he has a sexy little body. Like
Steven, he didn't have an ounce of fat on him anywhere. While he wasn't
as well proportioned as my 8-year-old rascal, he was definitely
nice to look upon. He was probably even nicer to touch.
I watched him as he walked up next
to me and stood there for a few moments before speaking softly "Umm...
Do you have anything I could wear?" He asked shyly.
I waited for a moment before I replied
"Maybe." I let the moment last a bit longer before I reached up and
grabbed the bottom of the towel pretending I was going to pull it off
of him. "How about air?" I said next while showing him the most
pleading look I could muster.
While I didn't make any move to pull
the towel off of him. I didn't let go of it either. Time seemed to
slow to a crawl as he just stood there looking down at me as if he was
contemplating his next move.
He surprised me as he stepped back
causing my hand to pull the towel away from his hips.
"OK." was all I heard him say as
my eyes dropped lower.
He was now stark naked and my hand
was wearing the towel that had a moment ago covered his boyhood. And
it was as hard as steel. His 4.5" missile appeared ready for lift
off. And I guessed I was to be the launch director. His not-so-little
rocket was pointed straight towards heaven seemingly straining in its
restraints as it awaited the countdowns end.
Jason had a definite tan line. Dark
brown above and below, a creamy sandstone color right in between. I'd
never noticed it before now; I'd always just assumed that his dark
skin was the same shade throughout his tight little body. New discoveries
are always so exciting!
He is so F'n HOT I thought as I made
a close inspection of what he was offering to me. Yes, he was now definitely
ready to give me what I'd been seeking those many months.
His boy cock was a lot bigger than
I'd thought it would be. I had of course, on many occasions, tried
to visualize just how big the bulge that preceded him would be in its
current state. My guess was short by a good inch. I guess you never
really know `til you know, huh?
I was a little surprised that he was
circumcised. I'd have guessed that his "Flip" heritage would have
left him intact. While I think the barbaric practice of slicing
off the tip of a boys pride and joy should be abolished. Somewhere deep
inside of me still prefers a boy that is cut. It's the look I had
fallen in love with so many years ago before I was even aware that I was missing something. And it's very hard to break
from something as deep-seated as that desire.
From just below the tip of his slightly
rounded head, a seam ran along the base of his inch and a half diameter
shaft and across his still tight sack before disappearing into his netherworld.
His jewels were about the size of quarters and appeared
a little out of place compared to the larger than expected boy cock
pulsing before him. I wondered (actually I was hoping) if he could shoot
yet as I took in his completely hairless groin. I guess there is only
one way to find out. And no, asking him wasn't an option.
I let my eyes scan the rest of him
until I found myself looking back into his knowing eyes. The look he
wore was both of passion and awareness. He knew he had me pegged. And
he knew he had me right where he wanted me. Good thing I wanted to be
there as well.
It was my turn to blush this time as
I tried not to look at him as if I were going to eat him alive. But
he didn't seem fazed by standing before me in his birthday suit, about
to become a feast for a ravenous tiger. He just stepped forward within
my reach again as if he was presenting himself for inspection.
He just kept his shameless game going
as he asked if he could lie down with me.
"I need you to say it." I told
He turned red for the hundredth time
tonight, but he did reply. "Nobody can know that were gonna have sex.
Are you happy now?" he asked seemingly annoyed that I'd made him
say it aloud.
"Not yet, but I'm sure I'm going
to be." I responded with a wink.
He giggled again as he stood there
naked while he waited for me to invite him into my bed.
Well, he'd made it very clear to
me what he wanted. I guess now is the time to make sure we understand
each other one last time.
I let my hand touch his thigh as I
looked him in the eyes and asked. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
His eyes stayed locked on mine as he
just nodded his head in the affirmative. Not a shred of doubt could
I see in his eyes. He stood there seemingly ready to pounce upon me
if I made him wait much longer.
I let my fingers move around his thigh
slowly as I continued my questions. "A lot of boys, after they get-off,
get really embarrassed. They end up being ashamed and afraid."
"I won't." He said flatly. Another
stare down had begun.
"I'd rather not lose you as a friend.
You might think I took advantage of you or something." I said next.
I had to be sure that he knew all the angles.
"You won't. And I'm the ones
that's doing this."
"You are, aren't you?" I said
as I let my fingers glide up a bit further.
He just nodded his head as he kept
his eyes locked to mine.
I had to say this part again too. "No
one can ever find out. And I mean no one! I could get into more trouble
than you can imagine if someone were to find out."
I'd used the line "WE could get
in trouble" a few times in the past. But I'd felt pretty bad about
laying that kind of head-trip on a child. If he says he is OK
with it, then telling him that I would get into trouble should be enough.
I can't place fear into something that is supposed to be beautiful.
Also, don't even make a joke about
it around Steven. If he ever even thought I did something like this
he might be crushed! He thinks I'm the best thing ever and I don't
want to ruin what I have with him."
Actually I was thinking that he might
get hugely jealous. Perhaps I was cheating on him. Am I? Hello Mr. Guilt.
Yes, I hear you knocking. No, you can't come in.
I know what some of you are thinking
right now. You've made it perfectly clear in your communiqués what
a slut I would be if I let it happen. I think it's time for a little
whiny justification. Don't you?
I'd been working towards that moment
for months! Many lonely, horny months I had laid in this very spot fantasizing
about something just like this happening. And now it was finally coming
to pass. I had also, just a few hours ago, not given in to my lustful
urges as my youngest boy asked me to show him the raging hard
cock he was grinding his tight little ass into. I'd been hot as hell
all afternoon and evening after all the little one had put me through.
And I needed some release before I exploded in a most painful fashion.
Also, it wasn't the same thing with
Jason as it was with Steven. I liked Jason a lot. But I couldn't say
I loved him like I did Steven. No, Steven was my little boy whom for
now just needed my love, guidance and protection. Perhaps I'd add
a wee bit of pleasure for him when he needed it. Who am I to deny the
precious imp one of mans (and boys) greatest feelings.
And, and, and... I guess I could keep
coming up with excuses. Or maybe I'll just try to live with the guilt
and not worry about what others think. Hello? Is anybody still listening?
"I already told you I'm not going
to tell anybody." He replied. "Duh! You think I want it to get out
that I like to do stuff?" He added seemingly a little irritated that
I kept him waiting.
"Why now?" I asked him next. "I
mean, I've been flirting with you for months and you always pretended
not to notice."
He thought about that for a brief moment
before answering. "I saw how you acted with Steve and me today and
it made me realize that you weren't just out to fuck me. I mean, I
could tell you cared about us."
I was quite proud of him for having
thought that deeply about it. And I felt my chest swell out in pride.
It feels good to be recognized as more than just a boy perv, even if
I'm not much more than that.
"So, does that mean I get to fuck
you?" I said with a wink. I was pretty much joking... pretty much.
He didn't even flinch. "Take off
your clothes and find out."
My hand found his steely nail just
as I'd run out of questions to ask him. I stroked it a few times before
I let my fingers drop down to his balls. He shuddered and leaned in
to me a little closer as if he wanted me to have unrestrained access.
"I should probably go shower."
I said to him as I took his jewels into my grasp.
"Whatever. I don't really care.
I was just looking for an excuse to get naked." He said before adding,
"But then again, maybe you better." As he wrinkled his nose and
sniffed the air. He was grinning and giggling as if he thought himself
quite clever for getting me back.
My hand tightened around his balls
and I gave them a gentle squeeze as I asked him, "Should you be a
smart ass to the man that has you by the balls?"
He squealed like a schoolgirl as he
collapsed onto me shouting, "I'm sorry" repeatedly. He was squirming
and laughing with apparent delight as if I were tickling him. It's
funny the way a boy will laugh like that when his balls are as close
to danger as they most likely will ever come. A man on the other hand
will immediately get serious and would be available to correctly answer
any question, no matter what the subject matter, with an uncanny accuracy.
I rolled him off of me and onto the
bed by my side as I freed his balls from my death grip and went back
to stroking his boy cock. His body relaxed as he sunk into
the bed breathing a sigh of relief (and pleasure).
"Are you sure you want this?" I
had to ask one more time.
He just nodded his head as he looked
into my eyes. The dreamy look he wore made it clear that he had no doubts.
Hopefully he'll feel that way afterwards as well.
I was still jacking him as I leaned
over and took his nipple into my mouth and began sucking and tonguing
it. I'd only stroked his cock about 5 times before he grunted and
shot his load. His whole body tensed and quivered as his orgasmic sensations
radiated throughout his tight little body! Only a boy can reach that
level of intensity during their orgasmic throws.
Wow! That was the quickest I'd ever
seen in my many years of pleasuring young boys. Well I didn't actually
get to see it, but it was pretty obvious what had just happened. I did
feel it though. A few little drops of clear fluid had shot all the way
up to his chest and landed on cheek. My eyes followed the telltale
tracks down his cum dotted torso until I came upon a small puddle of
boy juice just below the tip of his still hard boy cock. His mostly
`inny' button was filled to overflowing with his still warm immature
That answered the question I'd had
earlier. I gave him another light stroke and another little droplet
emerged from his slit. I leaned down and gave him a quick lick before
I put his head in my mouth and sucked the remainder of his essence out
of his tube. God he tasted so fucking good. Boy juice is so damn sweet.
If I could bottle anything, boy cum would be the stuff fortunes were
made of. If only I could find a steady source for the much sought after
Good thing I there wasn't any part
of me between his legs. He slammed them together tighter than vise as
his whole body convulsed in reaction to me licking and sucking him.
His hands grabbed my head pulling me
away from his super-sensitive cock as he shouted out "No! Its to ticklish
I giggled to myself as I remembered
what it was like when I was finally able to produce a wet orgasm. Don't
you fucking dare touch me there right now!
I looked into his dreamy eyes as I
took in his ecstatic glow emanating from him. I've always wanted to
have a camera pointed at a boy during that special after-moment. The
look on the face of a post-orgasmic boy is one of the sexiest and most
beautiful things one can ever see. Don't get me wrong... I would only
want to take a photo of the boys face. Just to capture the bliss flowing
out of them in waves. But it would likely ruin the moment, and I couldn't
do that to him. And I wouldn't want to have them worry about
something so personal as that special moment most surely is.
I wiped my finger across my cheek and cleaned it
of his seed. I licked the boy cum off of it before I leaned down and began cleaning his tummy for him
in the same manner. His stomach muscles went tight as a drum for a brief
moment before he settled back again in complete tranquility.
His button was still full of his succulent juice and it shouldn't go to waste I thought. I looked into his eyes as I poked a finger into his gooey pool. I held it up for him to see and raised my eyebrows. He responded with his own questioning look when I began moving my hand towards his face. I brought my cum coated finger to within an inch of his lips and held it there for his examination. His questioning looked changed to his mischievous one as he stuck out his tongue and let just the tip sample his essence. He then leaned forward and took my whole finger in his mouth and sucked it clean before falling back once again into the bed. His grin had grown 20X bigger and his face turned bright red yet again as if he was embarrassed that he'd eagerly eaten the cum I'd just feed him. Apparently tasting his own sperm wasn't something he normally did.
OMG! It was one of the hottest things
I'd ever seen. I've had more than a few boys willing to sample mine,
some even taking the whole load I'd offered them. But for whatever
reason, most boys are grossed out by their own seed... at least in the
company of others. I would bet though, that every has boy tasted their
seed at least once during their discovery years. I know I did. Don't lie. You did
He spoke in a dreamy, far off voice.
"Sorry I was so quick. I was REEEEAAAALLY horny." He'd dragged
out the word really to emphasize just how hot he'd been. As if it
wasn't obvious. HA!
I climbed up and lay next to him then
whispered in his ear. "Too bad for you. I would have made it feel
a lot better if you'd lasted a bit longer."
"Go take a shower and when you get
done I'll be ready again." He said as he continued with his post-bliss
I laughed out loud as I said to him
"Hopefully you'll last longer the second time around." I reached
out to his face and turned it towards me as I leaned in for a kiss.
He didn't seem to like that idea
at all! He pulled his face from my grasp as he turned his head away
just in the knick of time. My lips landed on his cheek as I heard him
say, "Huh uh, I don't like that."
Huh? I can never figure what a boy
will or won't be into. Usually though, if they are willing to eat
cum, a kiss isn't that far out there. Plus it wasn't that long ago
that he'd lapped his tongue all over my face just before I played
capture the flag with my teeth. Oh yeah. When I'd called it a kiss,
he'd acted the same way.
"Sorry." I said to him as I kissed
his cheek again. That one didn't seem to bother him so I guessed it
was just his pouty mouth that was off limits.
He turned back towards me as I pulled
my lips out of range.
"Its OK" he responded. "Its just
"Icky?" I said finishing the sentence
He just nodded his head. He looked
as if he thought he might have made me mad at him so I quickly reminded
him that he could say no, at anytime, for any reason and I would stop
"You are in charge here." I told
him. "Don't be afraid to use your authority."
He looked relieved as he smiled up
at me before whispering "Thanks."
"I'm going to take a shower now.
When I get back, we'll see how long you can really last. Maybe you'll
make it a whole ten-seconds before you lose your load." I said with
"I'll last longer than you."
He shot back as if to challenge me.
"Is that a bet?" I asked with a
touch of hope in my voice.
He just giggled and raised his eyebrows.
I turned and headed for the bathroom.
I took the time to shave before I hit
the shower and scrubbed myself clean. I've yet to meet a boy who enjoys
the feeling of man whiskers scrapping across his tender skin. Even if
I didn't get to kiss his sweet little mouth, the rest of his body
was to be my banquet table. And I didn't want ruin it for him, or me, in
I dried myself off, brushed my teeth
and put on my robe before making the rounds closing up the house for
I sensed as soon as I'd entered my
bedroom that he was dead to the world. He had crawled under the covers
and fallen fast asleep. The tell tale signs of steady breathing and
the rise and fall of his chest told me that the young lad was off somewhere
in dreamland. At any other time I would have thought how lucky I was
just a have a cute boy sleeping in my bed. Well, I was lucky and I knew
it too. But damn it, I was horny.
I stood watching him for a few minutes
contemplating what I should do. Should I grab a blanket and go sleep
on the coach? But he was so cute lying there naked in my bed. Maybe
he wasn't that far off just yet? He might wake up when I crawled into
bed next to him.
As I pulled the covers away to let
myself in he didn't even react to the cold night air I'd exposed
him to. He just continued to lay there in slumber unaware I was ogling
him. Nearly flat on his back, his tight little body was sprawled
out for my viewing pleasure... And I guessed that was all the pleasure
I was going to get from him that night.
His boy cock had gone soft and was
lying in the crease where his leg met his torso. His balls appeared
to have loosened up considerably as they hung delicately between his
smooth thighs. They seemed to be throbbing with the beat of his heart,
as they were busy making more of the sacred potion that I'd lightly
sampled just a few minutes ago.
Maybe I could... NO! I quickly put
a stop to that thought. I couldn't violate him like that. At least
not this early in our relationship, or whatever we were going to call
it. I acquiesced as I lay down beside him with the realization that
I was going to have to, once again, take care of my needs myself.
I did let me shoulder come in contact
with his as I began stroking my hardness. I even went so far as to turn
my head towards him and inhaled his boyish fragrance deeply into my
lungs. His scent, along with his body heat and warm breath blowing across
my cheek was enough to send me over the edge rapidly. I lasted all of
thirty seconds before I sprayed my load all over my chest and stomach.
I had built up a lot of pressure during the past several hours. Thanks to both of my boys, I'd been so charged up that I shot much
further than usual. I looked over at Jason's slack little body to
see that I'd managed to get him pretty slimy as well.
There aren't many things hotter than
a boy whose supple skin is covered in your own juice. Unless of course
it's his tongue that is wiggling back and forth proudly displaying
what he has managed to capture upon it.
The question then was whether or not
I attempted to clean him off? If I woke him it might look bad for me.
He might think that I'd taken advantage of him in his unconscious
state. Well I did, but not in that way. No I thought as I wiped myself
dry. I'll just let it soak in. Hopefully he won't be too crusty
in the morning.
I lay there for a few minutes listening
to the sound of Jason's steady breathing as my mind tried to make
sense of all that had happened today. Two boys, one brand new to me,
the other new to me in a different way, had not only given me their
affections... they'd offered their hot little bodies to me as well.
I fell asleep as I prayed to the gods
of love that I might make myself worthy of the trust I'd been bestowed.
Don't get discouraged... sunrise is just around the corner. And I've got a quicky just about completed.
A second attempt... This one
was a bit tougher for me though. I now had expectations to live up to.
And as I said in the story above, I don't love Jason as much as I
love Steven. It is painfully apparent that it is much more difficult
to create without a true passion for your art.
Thanks for all the many positive
comments and useful suggestions. Sorry if I didn't get back to you.
There were far too many responses and I had to make the choice between
becoming a pen pal or continuing with the tale.
Again. What do you think? I
would really love to hear more feedback, of any kind. Obviously positive
comments would be good to hear. But I want to hear the negative comments
as well. I have it stuck in my head that I want to write a book, though
it will be of an entirely different subject matter. Do you think I have
what it takes to become a writer of fiction? I know I have a lot to
learn, so I started, at least that was the plan, with a simple story
that I came from the heart.
Does it make sense? Did it
give you a fuzzy feeling inside? Did you connect with the characters?
How is my grammar and punctuation? Did I get overly detailed? Is there
not enough detail? Is it too damn long?
Too bad I can't have an editor
help me polish and refine my writing. So I am counting on you to help
me. Please, if you can spare the time, let me hear something, anything.
Do you want more? I've got
at least 5 more chapters stuck in my head. I really think you are going
to like the path Steven takes on his journey.
Thanks for reading.
Oh yeah. I left out as many
irrelevant names as I could. Mine included. It made it a bit of a challenge
to write the dialog, but I think I worked it out, mostly. I didn't
describe myself either. I've always found it a distraction from the
fantasy when reading such details. Personally, I don't want to know
your name or how big you are. I want to know about the hero and maybe
imagine it was me there with him.
I also left out other details
of things I alluded to. I thought it might be a better story if some
things reveal themselves as (if) it continues.
Did it work?