Date: Sat, 14 Jan 2023 13:15:42 -0500 From: joe beertech Subject: Edging a Boy Disclaimer: This story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages, including minors. This story and characters are 100% fiction. If stories of this nature offend you, or if you are under 18 years of age, or if reading such stories is illegal in your location...please leave now. The author retains all rights to this story, and it should not be reproduced for monetary gain or mass distribution without the author's permission. I'm grateful to Nifty for posting this story. Nifty survives on support from people like you and me. Please keep the archive alive and donate as generously as you can. Author's note: This stand-alone story is written in the present tense from the narrator's point of thought in real time. The story is void of all physical descriptions, the intent being that the reader may conjure up their own vision. Better still, split the screen with your favorite image. I hope you enjoy. I welcome all kind feedback and constructive criticism. I'd love to hear from you, and I will respond, even if you'd just like to say hello; we can all use a friend. I can be reached at beertech6428@gmail.com Edging a Boy How do you edge a thirteen-year-old boy? Very carefully. Sometimes you fail. Sometimes you both watch in wide-eyed wonder as his steel-hard cock throbs and kicks all on its own, and then ejects a precious initial volley of his adolescent seed before you're able to wrap your lips around its spewing head. Despite your disciplined attention to keep him from reaching the point of no return, and despite his best effort to hold on, sometimes it's just too much. But he's thirteen. As the saying goes; if at first you don't succeed, try, try again. There's another saying; practice makes perfect. He's doing very well this time, mostly because I already drained his sweet little nuts for the second time today less than an hour ago. I just successfully brought him to the fourth edge of this session. He's lying naked on his back on my bed, covered in a sheen of sweat. He's panting through his mouth like he just ran a race. His hands are by his sides, grasping at the sheets. A bead of sweat runs down the left side of his chest along a long, narrow furrow between two ribs. His legs are spread wide, and he's kicking and flexing his feet due to pent up sexual excitement and frustration. His rigid tool glistens with a slick coating of my saliva, and it dances with every beat of his heart as it magically hovers over his taut lower abdomen. A clear strand of boy honey flows from his painfully bulbous cherry-red glans. His juice is pooling on the pale skin just above the baby bush of brand-new pubic hair that he's so proud of. His testicles are indiscernible in their tight, almost hairless bag. If I so much as touched him right now, he'd erupt like Mount Vesuvius. Those testicles. I love and worship that glorious set of thirteen-year-old wonder balls. The creators of his seed. His sperm factory. I've spent so much intimate time with them. They are perfect. I know every wrinkle and crease of his scrotum, better than even he does. It was me that just a few weeks ago discovered his very first sack-hair, not him. I routinely use my lips and tongue like calipers to gauge and monitor the growth of his nuts. I love to suck on him where his dark-skinned scrotum transitions to the creamy, smooth light skin of his groin. I once made him cum just from working his testicles. It took over half an hour, and I had to hold his hands the entire time so he couldn't pleasure himself. Right before the end he begged me to bring him to orgasm. He even shed a tear, which I licked from his cheek. I'm going to start back up again on those nuts in a minute. He's almost ready. First, I bring his right hand to above his head, and I sink my face right into his hot, moist armpit. Not a hair. I am literally sucking the boy's perspiration directly from his sweat gland. This is for me, not for him, but he permits it and endures the tender stimulation because he knows how deeply obsessed with him I am. His scent is burned into my brain. His DNA pulses through my veins. I move to the left pit, all nice and boy-fresh. As I rut my face through his slippery wetness his breathing returns to nearly normal. He's ready. I move back between those too-long legs. I put a hand behind each of his knees and bring them to his ears, marveling at his flexibility. The boy I love is now fully opened before me in all his glory. I keep him pinned with my hands behind his knees as I lower my face. I lick him slowly and lewdly from the base of his spine to the back of his balls, which elicits moans from both of us. His scent practically makes me cum. I do it again and again. His core is now fully saturated. Each time I return to the starting point I see his shiny, puckered boy-hole winking at me. His rigid cock is drooling precum onto his own upper chest. "How about I make you cum all over your handsome young face?" "Nooooo!", he whines in mock protest. His voice is strained from being doubled over and from the sexual tension. "Suck me." Instead, I lap at his valley again, this time stopping halfway to drill at his virgin hole. When I eventually reach his balls, I take them both into my mouth and work circles around each with my tongue. More moans. I take his knees from next to his ears and spread them wide, straight out from his lean torso. I press his thighs flat against the bed, east and west. I have not released his jewels from my lips. God, he's so flexible. He relaxes now and props himself up on a pillow so he can see. This sexually experienced thirteen-year-old boy is so cocky. He laces his fingers behind his head, content for now to watch me suckle his nutsack. My hands glide back and forth along his satin-smooth inner thighs. I release his boy-balls from my mouth, intentionally leaving them dripping wet. Ever so gently, I tickle his lubed sack with my fingertips while the tip of my tongue dances slowly and lightly up the underside of his dick. He gasps and throws his head back. I know how to drive him crazy; constantly switching from fast to slow, from gentle to aggressive, always keeping him guessing what's next. The boy's penis aches for stimulation. As I tease his equipment, he plants his bare feet down onto the bed to my left and right, and he lifts his hips clear up off the bed. His heat-seeking penis tries instinctively, but in vain to hit its warm, wet target. I bring my hands underneath him to caress those perfectly round, tiny, flexing buttocks. Oh, that sweet boy ass. I slowly lick my way up his shaft as he stabs at my face. Now the tip of my tongue flickers at the frenulum and traces around and around the ridge of his corona. The boy is groaning. I love making him groan like this. I wait until the moment his loins fully extend so he won't be able to buck into my mouth, and I gently slide my slippery lips down around his cockhead. From above me; "aaaAAAAAaaah!" I wish his voice would never change. I slide my lips up and off of him just as softly and slowly as they slid down, leaving his cockhead glossy and shiny like glass. "Fuck!" That sexy boycock lurches and kicks. A dollop of barely teenaged precum weeps from the slit. I do it again. Slowly. Just the lips, just the cockhead. "Aah, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Slowly down and up, even wetter this time. God, he tastes so good. In an instant his hands are on my head in a desperate attempt to take what he wants. I grab his wrists and stop him. "Behave, baby boy. You know it'll be worth it." He groans, I smile, his dick pulses and leaks. Still holding him by the wrists, I go back to work. I cradle his nuts on my tongue, feeling their weight. His legs kick out and pound at the bed as my tongue travels up his urethra. I let go of his wrists in order to pry his penis down and straight out from his body. I swipe all that delicious, fresh precum from his swollen glans. From above me I hear the humming of the seventh-grader's voice, sweet music to my ears. Without any indication, I plunge all the way down on him and hold his cockhead in the opening of my throat. My hands are now stroking up and down his writhing, sinewy body from chest to hips as I milk him with swallowing motions. I feel his hands back on my head. He plants his feet again and fucks me; I let him. His pubis slaps mercilessly against my face at an alarming rate. Rude, sloshing, wet sounds fill the room, along with the sounds of a man and a boy moaning. We both know he's getting too close. One of us doesn't care. He's not yet strong enough to keep me from pulling off him. Both my face and his tool are covered with the thick saliva only a violated throat produces; a gooey strand of it connects us. We're both panting like dogs as we stare at his jumping and pulsing steel-hard dick. Neither one of us knows if it's going to blow. Time stands still. Now his midsection collapses back onto the bed. A small stream of thick, cloudy fluid leaks out and runs down his shaft. That's not precum, that is genuine boy semen. I want it so badly, but I know I must not touch him. I can smell the familiar scent of this particular boy's sweet cum. Once again, I have to restrain him from pleasuring himself. Mmmhh! Fuck!" He struggles. "Enough! Lemme cum, you fuckin' bitch! Uuuuhhh" I'm glad the neighbors aren't home; he's being way too loud. He's just a boy though, and he can't help himself. "No, baby boy... Easy... Calm down... One more, one more time..." My boy begins to regain his composure as I continue to comfort him. "That's it baby boy... You got this." I lay the side of my face on his pelvis just to my right of his genitals. God, he's so beautiful. "That was a close one, huh?" He doesn't respond immediately. He can't. He's still recovering. "Yea. I started to cum for real" "I can see that." The jism that he spilled has pooled in the recess between the base of his cock and his scrotum, amidst a few sparse pubic hairs, and just an inch from my face. I let go of one wrist and scoop up some of it with my index finger. I look up into his eyes and taste the pure essence of boy. "Mmmm. Damn, kid. You are one sexy stud." Now I'm stroking his left thigh. He's slick with a sheen of sweat. I can feel his muscles begin to relax. "That's five times, sexy boy. Two more and you break your record." He turns his head towards the clock on the bedside table. I can see him doing the math in his head. "Twenty-seven minutes... fourteen more and I break that record too." "Mmmm. I know you can do it. You're amazing, I swear. I've never seen anything like you." I have no intention whatsoever of letting him break any records today. "You're not just sayin' that, are you?" "No way, baby boy. For real. You're a sex machine." I smooch his left nut and then I drag the back of my fingernails lightly across his lower abdomen, causing him flinch. I love doing that. He hates it. "You're the total package, kiddo. One in a million. Smart, handsome, killer bod, awesome dick," I kiss the side of his shaft for emphasis. "And you know how to use it." He absolutely beams with pride Boys crave praise. They eat it up. They cannot get enough. They will become addicted to it. Tell a boy he's the best and he wants to hear more. I lay it on thick. Everything he does is the best. He looks, feels, tastes, smells and fucks better than anyone else ever. With this one, it's the truth. Boys are competitive by nature, especially the ones with a high pre-testosterone level like this one has. In an arena such as this, with no worthy adversary to compete against, a boy will invariably compete against his own past performance with great vengeance. Just give him a criterion and watch him go. Everything is a record to be broken. I'm drawn to this type of boy like a moth to a flame. Alas, I always seem to fall for the straight boys, with the full realization that I'm bound to lose out to the first little girl who comes along and wants to take my place. It never seems to take very long. I'm always inevitably working towards my own demise by instilling confidence and experience in a boy. This one already has a girlfriend who adores him. "Ok kid, I think you're ready. C'mon" I take him by the hand and I lead him around to the foot of the bed. I leave him standing there with his cock jutting straight out from his body. "Time to take the training wheels off, baby boy. Let's see what you can do on your own." I climb back onto the bed and begin to position myself. "Oh, yea. I know what you're doin'. Yeaaah." His handsome face lights up with glee. This kid really does have a killer smile. We've done this one before. He'll never be able to control himself. I lay on my back and hang my head over the footboard. My boy steps right up. What a sight. He has to crouch just a bit in order to dangle his baby-makers in my mouth. This will be a workout on his legs for sure, but for me, it's perfect because to get a good fucking motion he'll have to spread his feet and squat down a little, thus opening his gap to my unique vantage point. He shows his experience and control by easing into things. For now, he's content to slowly grind his slippery dick and nuts all over my equally slippery face. I didn't wipe my face off after our last go-round because that's the way he likes it; messy. He's a boy. I'm in heaven. My hands are everywhere I can reach, but they always return to that perfect ass. Now he stands up straight and he's pointing his dick down at the target. "Open up." Instead, I place my hands on his bare hips and push him back a step. The kid could use a good pre-game pep talk. "Remember, baby boy. Keep your mind on the mission. Long and slow. Stay in control, you got this." He looks at the clock. "It's all you, kid. Do what you do." He smirks and he lets go a glob of spit that falls and lands with a splatter on my upper lip. God, I almost cummed. Butterflies dance in my chest. He knows what that does to me. This seventh-grader is such a friggin' beast. "Open up." This time I do, and he's in. I know how to let my jaw go slack and relax my throat; a skill the boy undoubtedly takes for granted. I quickly inhale through my nose just before he bottoms out. He's pressing his pelvic bone hard against my chin and holding himself there. The boy's nuts are squishing my nose. I can feel his pulse on my face. I can't breathe, but I know I'm good for almost a minute. I massage his rigid tool using swallowing motions as if I'm drinking. He's in a semi-squat and just leaning into me. I can't see a thing. I can hear him breathing heavily through his mouth. Right before I need to tap out, he withdraws. He's only thirteen, but damn, he knows what he's doing. I exhale, take two quick breaths, and he sinks right back in, all the way. I begin to gag but manage to fight it off. "Aww, fuck yea." He gives me two quick thrusts and then holds himself in me again. My throat wretches. "Yeaaah, take that dick." Slime is running up my inverted face. Tears are streaming from my eyes. He grabs both of my wrists, one in each hand, taking advantage of the leverage like a cross-country skier. The tables are turned as boy restrains man. "Ok, here we go." He glides almost all the way out and then right back in with a slosh. It's all in the hips. "That's it... Loosen up." Out and in. "Yeaaah, just like that." Out and in. I feel and hear a splatter on the underside of my chin, another glob of the boy's spit. He and I have compatible fetishes. I sync with his rhythm now and get my breathing under control. And we're off. I'm at the mercy of my little fuck buddy. I'm transfixed, almost hypnotized. My world goes repeatedly dark and then light with the boy's rhythm as his wet crotch claps against my face. I'm able to alternately inhale and exhale through my nose each time he withdraws. His scent is burning into my brain as he works. I taste him in the purest sense of the word. I try to concentrate on the sounds of his breathing, grunting, gasping and such. What I mostly hear is the wet sound of sex and the wretched gagging sounds I'm trying not to make every time his glans blocks my airway. I feel his grip on my wrists tighten as he pulls himself into me again and again. I honestly don't know if he's been fucking my face for two minutes or ten. The boy withdraws. We're both gasping for air. I'm looking down, and yet up at my beautiful boy standing over me. What a sight. He's shiny with sweat. His equipment is coated with our goo, and I feel the cool air on my goo-covered face. Thirteen. Wow. He is so, so beautiful. Still just a boy, but barely. Above me, that rigid, perfect boycock throbs angrily, letting me know it's got unfinished business to tend to. I love that boycock so much. He knows. Three hours ago, we were sitting in a booth in McDonald's during the lunch rush. As we were eating our meal, the boy was telling me in graphic detail all the things he was going to do to me today. Boys on the cusp of puberty are unique and amazing creatures. They're in constant motion, both in body and mind. They bounce from subject to subject in a completely spontaneous and reactionary manner. Most adults would just as soon be nowhere near them. But to a boylover, their exuberance and frenetic energy are an aphrodisiac. A boy on the cusp of puberty that's sexually active and horny; now that's an entirely different animal. There is nothing that can distract him from the matter at hand. He will remain laser-focused on satisfying his need. This particular boy needed to get his dick in my mouth, and he was not going to relent until he got it. I was at once unnerved and aroused by our public conversation. I had to remind him several times of our surroundings and I implored him to keep it down. ("Hey...") He spent the last five minutes while we were there trying to convince me to meet him in the bathroom for a quickie. "Hey..." I'm startled back to the present, and captivated by the upside-down vision of the boy's sweet cock bouncing above my face. "My legs are tired." "Ok, let's try something else." I roll over and begin to rearrange the pillows. "That was six edges, and in four minutes it'll be the longest session." "It didn't look to me like you were about to cum, I dunno if that was an edge..." "Yes, it WAS!" Instant scowl. The emotional rollercoaster of adolescence. He is glaring at me defiantly. It only makes me want him more. "Alright, then. Six edges it is. Now, let's see what we can do with those four minutes." Back in a flash is the leering grin of an over-sexed seventh-grader. I lay down with my upper back resting on the pillows and the back of my head up against the wooden headboard. I pat my chest. "Have a seat." In a leap and a bound, the naked boy is on top of me. How do kids move like that? The little guy swings a leg over me and straddles my chest. He scoots forward and pushes his lower thighs into my armpits. That boycock is right in my face. He can't resist pivoting his hips to smack me back and forth with it. He thinks he's invented something new. I give the giggling child a moment to amuse himself, and then grasp him by the hips. "Ok, enough." The boy takes his tool in his own hand and rubs his leaking cockhead on my lips. My eyes travel up his smooth, lean torso, and we lock eyes as he continues to paint my lips. I feel like he's looking into my soul. "Suck my dick." I lean forward and take him into my mouth. His taste and his scent overwhelm me. A desperate moan; my own. I can feel the intense heat on my face that's radiating from the boy's groin. I've got my lips sealed around his shaft just behind the flare of his glans and I'm rapidly swirling my tongue around and around his hot, leaking bulb. We're still gazing into each other's eyes as the wave of pleasure washes over his pretty face, and a gasp of air rushes out of his open mouth. The boy lifts his bottom and now he's riding me with all of his weight on his inner thighs, like a cowboy in the saddle. He plants both of his hands on the wall above the bed to steady himself and then he nails me to the headboard. I feel my way around the boy's naked hips and cup each of his buttocks in my hands. God, this kid has a perfect ass. I feel his glutes flexing in my palms as I nurse on his boyhood. So much heat. The boy begins to work his hips, riding that rod in and out of my slippery hole. This isn't his first rodeo; his rhythm is maddeningly slow and steady. For now. I'm concentrating on the sound of the child's sweet voice as he directs a steady barrage of obscene sexual banter at me, interrupted only by his own gasps, moans and cries of ecstasy. I'm keeping everything nice and wet while also monitoring his pace and state of arousal. As he fucks away, my hands drink in the boy's hard, budding muscles as they labor beneath an ultra-smooth, ultra-soft sheath of boy skin. His control is about gone already. His pace is becoming frenzied. This boy is hot. God, we got here fast. He pulls back too far, and his slippery dick escapes my lips. It slides up my face twice before he's able to hit his mark again. His adolescent nuts are drawn up tight. He's about to blow, I've got to stop him. The boy's dick pops out of my mouth a second time and he sits his bare ass down on my chest. His arms fall to his sides and he's panting like a dog in the hot sun. His slimy, glistening sex tool is absolutely throbbing. Precious boy juice weeps from his angry, swollen glans. God, this thirteen-year-old boy just used my mouth to edge himself like a pro. "Fuck, child. That was so..." His beautiful eyes pierce my soul yet again. "Not a child. I'm a man." He sees me gaze adoringly at his amazing penis and he hears a moan escape my throat. His lifts himself up again and now his sex is right back in my face. He knows that I know that he's the one in control now. "Finish me." My jaw drops and he slides his dripping cockhead over my lower lip and lets me cradle it on my tongue. I seal my upper lip just behind the flare of his corona and begin to slowly polish his knob with subtle bobs of my head. My eyes are again locked with his and I find myself humming. He's breathing hard through his mouth, almost huffing. His dickhead is so hot, so slippery, so swollen. My hands climb his torso to his heaving chest. His hands hold onto my head, and now he takes charge. He's holding his hips in place and working me further and further up and down his shaft. Not fast, but with a steady purpose. I'm holding our collective fluids in my mouth, nice and sloppy. A steady stream runs down my chin. I can feel his viscous precum coating my tongue. His scent emanates through my nasal passages as I breathe. I feel his grip tighten on my head and now he's meeting each downward plunge with a thrust of the hips. My eyes are fixed on his lower abs and wet pubic area as he begins to clap against my face. His nuts are drawn up tight to his body. The boy lets out a high-pitched whine. He pulls my face into his groin and holds me there. I know he's about to cum. His hips are locked in a forward thrust. He lets me slide my lips up the length of his steel-hard shaft until I'm able to hold his bloated cockhead on my tongue. I swirl. The boy whispers, "Swallow me." I feel his urethra begin to pump rhythmically. His glans flares and swells in my mouth once, twice, three times. He cries out in ecstasy and his entire body stiffens. His clenching buttocks ripple in my hands. His penis gives a final lurch and this time his cockhead remains flared. I'm ready. Nothing. The initial release of the boy's sperm is underwhelming. A small sampling of his hot, thick jizz flows like lava onto my tongue. The taste of his reproductive juice emanates through my nasal passage. "Mmmmm." The sheer velocity of his cumshot takes me by surprise. A yelp escapes my throat as his ejaculate blasts the roof of my mouth and floods my oral cavity. My tongue collects the boy's nectar and I consume it just in time. Another high-pitched adolescent wail and I'm drowning in his cum. His fingers press painfully into my scalp as I work feverishly to feed on his cum. The next load arrives too quickly, and I can't contain it all. A bubbly mixture of semen and spit seeps from where we're joined together. So much boy-cum. Our soup runs down his shaft and drips from his scrotum onto my chest. My lips work the cummy mess up and down his length as he continues to fire shot after shot of his load. I swallow what I can. The smell of our sex overwhelms me, and I feel the onset of my own inevitable climax. Gradually and naturally, everything slows down. The boy's hips become still. He sits back on his haunches, pulling me forward with him. I can taste and feel the last trickles of semen as I gently nurse on his deflating dick. He's still holding my head in place, but now not with a feeling of savagery, but of tenderness. "Don't," he says, and so I cease the suckling motion. "Just hold me." We're both still out of breath. My eyes are transfixed on the rise and fall of his abdomen as he recovers. I simply hold his penis between my lips and cradle his cockhead on my tongue as it all returns to its normal state. His spent balls relax and settle back into their sack. Only our hands move; mine gently up and down his thighs and his through my hair as he holds my head up. A lot of time goes by. "That was so awesome." "Mmmmm" "Seven edges." "Mmmmm" "Fifty-five minutes" "Mmmmm" "I'm a beast." "MMMMmmmm" "I love you."