By
NiftySilverBear
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Now for the usual disclaimers: 1. This story is about love and sexual relations between adults and minors. If it is illegal to read these stories where you live, or if you are under the age of 18, close the site now. 2. This story is PURE FICTION. The reason for a site like this is to get our rocks off without participating in illegal activity.
Keep
in mind also, since this is fantasy, I can skirt some of the legality
in the story. What happens legally here, may not be legal in real
life.
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Now to the story!
"Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday dear Danny. Happy Birthday to you!"
My mom said, "Honey, make a wish and blow out the candles."
I closed my eyes and wished really hard for the Team Murray BMX bike that my best friend, Ant had. Just as I blew out the candles, the phone rang. My dad walked into the living room to answer.
As my mom and my sister, Sherry were clapping, my dad stuck his head in the kitchen. "Mary, you need to take this."
Dad came back as mom took the call. Dad looked sad, but tried to keep smiling for me. Mom came back, crying.
"Momma, what's wrong."
"Well, Danny. My grandfather just died. I wish you had met him. But we need to start packing to go to Miami for the funeral."
I could feel the color draining from my face. My 9th birthday was ruined. My sister was crying also because she had gotten to meet Grampa Charles. Mom, all of a sudden, shuddered and dried her tears. "But, before we start packing, it's time to open presents."
I got a Star Trek Enterprise model and action figures, an AFX Auto Racing Set, A Simon Says, but the jackpot was waiting out the back door. My very own BMX bike. I was excited, but also worried because we were supposed to leave the next morning to go to Miami to help the family prepare for Grandpa Charles' funeral. I, of course, being a 9 year old boy with new toys to try out, begged and pleaded to stay home.
"Mooooooomma, I'm 9 years old now, I can take care of myself."
"Danny, NO! You're still too young and you don't know how to cook for yourself. I'll ask Greg to watch you, IF you really want to stay home."
I mumbled something and I heard, "What was THAT...young man!"
I quickly stated, "I said that would be okay."
So, mom called the next door neighbor and Greg said he'd watch me while they were gone. Greg came over the next morning to get last minute instructions from mom and to ask if we could stay at my house. His house needed some remodeling and it would be the perfect time to stay there. Of course, my parents agreed.
I don't know how old Greg was, but he was about as old as my dad, same height and build. He was about 5'10" tall with blond hair and blue eyes. He seemed physically fit from the times I saw him mowing his grass without a shirt on.
I waved to my family as they left for the 12 hour drive to Miami and as soon as I couldn't see the car I ran directly to my new bike. "I'm going to show Ant my new bike!"
"Have you had breakfast yet?"
"Yeah, cereal and oj."
"Be home for lunch, I'm making burgers." BURGERS my favorite!
After a few hours of riding out bikes, I headed home for lunch. I walked in right a noon and Greg had just put a plate with 6 burgers on the table. Don't tell dad, but they tasted better than the ones he grills.
Instead of going out again, we set up my race track in my room, played with my Enterprise model and with my new Simon Says. We had a lot of fun and when it was nearly dark, Greg made dinner. Usually on Saturdays we had something fast and cold, sandwiches, and cereal, stuff like that. But Greg made spaghetti and meatballs. It was a treat for Saturday.
I told Greg I had to go get my shower and put my clothes out for church the next day. Greg looked at me like I had two heads. He explained that he didn't go to any churches and if I didn't want to, I didn't have to go either. Yippee, no church for me!
I still got my shower and came back downstairs in my undies and long night shirt. I got to stay up later than usual and watch "Buck Rogers in the 25th Century" and "Hawaii Five-O." I fell asleep on the floor just before 10 and when I woke up, I was in my bed. I needed to pee really bad, so I made my way to the bathroom. I had to pass the guest bedroom to the bathroom and I heard moaning coming from the bedroom.
The door was open and Greg was laying naked on the bed. He had his penis in his hand moving it up and down and his eyes were closed. He also had his legs in the air, exposing his butt to me. He was moaning like he was in pain, but his face didn't show pain.
Then he said, "Oh, yeah Danny. Fuck my ass with your arm."
What did he mean "fuck my ass?" What did he want me to do? By now, I was about to pee myself, so I hurried to the bathroom. I flushed the toilet and washed my hands and when I came out of the bathroom, Greg was standing in the door to his room with a robe on.
"Danny, you didn't hear anything you shouldn't have heard, did you?"
"Well, I did hear you making some noise like you were hurting and you said my name, but I didn't know what else you were talking about."
"Since you didn't know what I was talking about, perhaps its better we forget everything you heard or saw tonight. Ok, Champ."
I nodded and started back to my room. My curiosity getting the better of me, I turned and asked, "Greg, what does `fuck my ass with your arm' mean?"
Greg stumbled over his words trying to find the right thing to say. Being a very curious boy and known for not letting things go, I asked, "Does it feel good? I bet it does. You seemed like you were having fun doing what you were doing."
"Yes,
Danny. I was having fun, but it's only something for grownups to
do. Not for curious 9 year old boys."
"Then why did you
ask me to fuck your ass?"
Greg looked like he'd been caught doing something that usually gets me a spanking. He blinked a few times and told me to come to the living room to talk. He got me a glass of milk and himself a coke.
He started, "If we talk about this, you can't tell your parents or sister anything about it. No one, not even a teacher or anyone. I could get into big trouble if people found out what I'm about to tell you."
I promised and crossed my heart.
"What
do you know about sex education?"
"I know when a man loves
a women, he puts his penis in her and stuff comes out that makes
babies."
"Technically
right. Well, what do you know about gay people?"
"It's
when a man's in love with a man or a woman's in love with a
woman, right?"
"That's right. And when a man is gay and he and another man have sex, um...one puts his penis in the other man's butt."
"Isn't
that gross?"
"Sometimes, but as long as the man is clean, it's not gross."
"That's called fucking, right?" He nodded. "But what did you mean with my arm?"
"Well, I'm gay and I like to be fucked in the butt. And I think you're cute, but your penis is still a bit too small to do what I like. So I imagined your arm going in my butt. It's longer and thicker."
"So, if I put my arm in your butt, it'll make you happy?"
"Oh, yes, Danny. Very happy. But I'm not going to force you or make you do anything you don't want to do. I will tell you that I can do things to you to make you very happy also."
Again, my curiosity got the better of me. "Okay." I replied. "Let's do it."
"Are
you absolutely sure, Danny? I could get in trouble if anyone finds
out."
"I'm not saying anything."
Greg winked at me and reached out for my hand. Holding his hand, we went back to his room.
When we got there, he asked if he could take off my clothes and I nodded yes. It was strange to have someone besides my mother remove my shirt and undies, but I was excited about what may happen. My little penis was rock hard and sticking straight out. Then he removed his robe and was standing in front of me naked.
"May I do things to you I think you'll like? If at any time you don't like something, just let me know and I'll stop."
I told him he could do anything to me as long as it felt good. He picked me up and kissed me on the cheek once, then on the mouth. His kisses got longer and soon his tongue was in my mouth. I put my tongue in his mouth, imitating what he was doing to me. He pulled me down to the bed and I was laying on top of him while we were kissing. His hand roamed from my head to my butt and back again. After a while, he rolled me on my back and told me to lie still so he could make me feel good.
He kissed me again and moved his kissed lower on my body. First my neck, then my chest. When he got to my nipples, he kissed, sucked and nibbled them. I could feel them getting hard as he would lick then blow cool air on them. He kissed down my belly and finally the spot right over my penis.
He looked me in the eye and said, "Danny, I hope this rocks your world." Then he put my penis in his mouth, closed his lips around it and started moving his head up and down. My world was rocked. I felt things I'd never felt before and it just got better and better. He stopped and started licking my little balls and sucking them in his mouth. As he did so, his tongue was moving closer to my butthole. All of a sudden, my legs were pushed up and his tongue was licking right on my butthole. My mind exploded and my hands grabbed at the sheets. It was the best feeling in the world. He did that until I had to beg him to stop because the feelings were getting too extreme. I felt like I was going to pee again.
He lowered my legs and kissed back up my body until he was nuzzling my neck. He whispered in my ear, "Was that good?"
Still panting, I said, "The best feeling ever."
"Do you think you'd like to try that with me?" Of course, I nodded yes.
He rolled on his back and I was on top of him kissing him. I followed the same path he took from his lips to his neck to his nipples. I guess I nibbled one a bit too hard because he yelped. I kept licking and blowing like he did and I watched them both get hard, like the eraser on a pencil. The difference between Greg and my dad was Greg didn't have any hair on his chest, or over his penis like dad did the few times I saw him nude. When I asked about that, he told me he shaves everywhere because he doesn't like body hair.
When I got to his penis, it was HUGE. About 7 inches long and not as thick as my own wrist. I found out later he was missing the skin I had on my penis because he was circumcised. I licked the head and started sucking on it. With Greg's encouragement, I started to suck more of his penis in my mouth. After a bit, my jaw was getting tired.
"Man, Greg, your penis is huge and it hurts my jaw."
"You know, when we're together like this, why don't you call it my cock? That's one of many nicknames for a man's penis."
I'd heard `cock' in school and having permission to say it made me giggle and, I'm sure, blush a bit. He told me I didn't have to suck his cock right now, but asked that I licked his balls. I started licking and sucked one, then the other in my mouth. I remembered what he did below my balls, so I started licking lower and lower till he raised his legs up, offering his butthole to me.
"Try it. I cleaned my pucker really good when I got my shower. If you don't like it, you can stop."
I licked at his pucker, as he called it. The only thing I tasted was soap from the shower and maybe some sweat. It actually tasted good. I licked at it like it was candy and Greg was loving it, because he was moaning like I'd heard him earlier.
Suddenly, Greg said, "Danny, why don't you try to put a finger in my pucker? Lick you finger to get a lot of spit on it and then try it."
So, I sucked on my finger to get it wet and put the tip to his pucker. It slid in rather easily and Greg instructed me to as another finger and another until I had 4 fingers in him.
"Ok, this is the part I really want to get to. Here's a bottle of slippery stuff. Put it on your hand and arm and some on my pucker. Right, good boy. Now, when you put your fingers in my pucker, put our thumb against your palm and slowly put your entire hand in."
He hissed through his teeth when my entire hand entered him. I could feel the heat from his body and his pucker was tight around my wrist. He told me to keep pushing it in until he said to stop. I was all the way to my elbow when he finally said to stop.
"Do you see where my pucker is round your arm? Good. Now, please pull your arm back to the wrist and then push it back in to the same spot. Ah...God that's good. Keep going, Danny."
As I fucked his pucker with my arm, his eyes rolled back into his head and he started speaking unintelligible words. One time pulling back, I felt something hard near my hand. I started to examine what it was and Greg started moaning like crazy.
"Oh, Danny, keep doing that. Yes, boy. So good...fuuuck that's great. Watch my cock and you'll see what it does to me."
I was watching his cock while I was massaging that spot inside his pucker. A clear liquid was oozing from the head and Greg swiped some up and sucked it off his fingers. He smacked his lips like it was yummy, so I did the same. It was sweet and I wanted more. I leaned over and started sucking it from his cock head. In only a few moments, he pushed my head away and told me to watch his cock. It seemed to get harder and then all of a sudden it felt like his pucker was trying to cut my hand off and his pucker started to shoot white cream on his chest and belly. It squirted out 4 or 5 times then started to dribble from his cock head. Every time I'd massage the spot, more would come out. After a while, he asked me to slowly pull my head from his pucker. I expected there to be poop on it, but it was clean. Greg then grabbed me and pulled me up to him and started licking my hand clean from the slippery stuff and anything else. After he licked my fingers and arm clean, he pulled me into another kiss.
I asked "What's the stuff and squirted from your cock?"
"That's cum. It's the stuff that makes babies if it's into a woman." He scooped some up and tasted it and said, "Mmmmm, good. Try some?"
I tried some from his hand and it was good. He asked me to lay on is body reversed, so I could lick it from his belly and cock while he played with my butt. I did and he started licking my hole while I licked his body clean from cum. I asked him what that hard spot was inside his pucker and he explained the prostate and how it produces pleasure.
"Do I have one of those?"
"Of course you do, all guys have one. Would you like me to find yours for you?"
I nodded my head quickly and he continued to lick my hole while I played and licked his cock. He warned me his finger was going in and boy when it did he found my prostate immediately. My mind left my body and traveled at warp speed to a faraway galaxy. He lifted me up and slid my body up so he could lick and suck my little cock. I had my very first boygazm that night.
Over the next few days, Greg and I did a lot of playing. He eventually got to put his cock in my pucker. By the time my parents and sister came home, I was hooked on cock and ass. I would go to Greg's house and fist fuck him and then he'd cock fuck me. We'd suck each other and lick each other's asses and when he'd cum, I'd be greedy and eat it all.
By the time I was 13, I was shooting cum, myself and Greg was happy to eat from my dick each and every time. We'd also gotten into some kinky stuff like golden showers and Greg LOVED it when I'd tie him up and fuck him till I came then fist fuck him for at least an hour till he erupted in my face.
Mom, dad and Sherry never found out about Greg and me until years later. When I moved away to go to college, he followed me and bought a house for us. We've been together for 41 years and the sex just keeps getting better and better, especially when we were asked to babysit our neighbor's 9 year old son. Christopher is as much a cock hound as Greg and myself.
But...that's another story...maybe!