Date: Wed, 10 Aug 2005 16:21:22 -0400 From: Imola Subject: Feeling Better : Part 3 Copyright 2005. All rights reserved. This story is fictional based on fictional characters. Any similarity to any person living or dead is coincidence. This is my first story. I have never written anything like this before. This story details the relationship of a teenage boy and a preteen boy. If this is legal for you to read and is the sort of stuff you enjoy reading then read and enjoy. If this is not legal for you to read or is not the sort of stuff that you enjoy then do not read. Feeling Better: Part 3 The wet spot on my pants was about the size of a small dog. It was a miracle Teddy's parents didn't see it, although it would have been fun to explain. My eyelids felt like they were comprised of solid lead as I started my truck and pulled out of the driveway. "Wow," I thought to myself over and over again. I couldn't believe that it had just happened. I lived my dream with the boy of my dreams, and I was almost positive I wasn't dreaming! And even more amazing was the fact that Teddy wanted to go on! He had most definitely enjoyed his first orgasm, and it can be said that he would like to continue. My mind was racing with ideas and positions, hopefully to be played out in due time. Hours however turned into days, and days to weeks, with yet no phone-call. Had Teddy told his parents of our actions? Did they suspect something was up between their 18 year old babysitter and 11 year old son? I really doubted it...but the thought never left the back of my mind. As the month of phone-call free days came to an end, I decided to take matters into my own hands. Sure it was risky, showing up at a kids house who's parents may think I was molesting their son, but I couldn't fathom the thought of not seeing the boy again before I left for school. Hands trembling, I got into my truck and drove over. The view of an empty driveway was both disappointing and affirming. I wouldn't have to face angry parents, but I might not see my little boy toy. Looking a little worse for where, I strolled up the walkway and hesitantly rang the doorbell, expecting the worst. Nothing happened. "Fuck shit fuck!" I shouted in my head. I was pissed. I wasn't about to justify the 15 minute drive to an empty home as a nature cruise, so I walked around the back of the house, hoping for some sign of life. Now, not only was I a child molester, but a child molesting intruder to boot. Yay. However, my heart skipped a beat when I saw what lay hidden in the back yard. Down the steep hill and beyond their above ground pool lay a whimpering chubby boy in nothing but a speedo style bathing suit. I was both alarmed and overjoyed. "Teddy?" I half shouted half questioned. The boy looked up startled. "James? James! What are you doing here?" he replied, concealing the fact that he had been bawling only moments before. "I was just um....cruising through the area and thought I'd stop in and visit my favorite little friend!" His emotions let up a bit and a hint of a smile emerged on his tiny pink lips. "Are you okay?" "I got into a fight with my Mom and Dad just before they left for Florida," he droned. "My Grandma is watching me until they come back, and I wanted to call them and apologize, but my mom's phone is off, and I don't know what to say and I feel really bad and I think that ..." He rambled on as I picked him up into my arms and gently stroked his soft hair. "It's okay now buddy, I'm here, I'm here. Don't cry. I'm sure that whatever happened, whatever you did, your parents will forgive you for. And remember...I love you." He wrapped his arms around me and cried even deeper into my shoulder. "I love you too," Teddy spoke, looking up from my shoulder, deeply into my eyes. It was at that moment that I felt the strongest connection with this boy. Here he was, sobbing his little heart out in the back of his own house, and at the same time professing his love for me. Te tears running down his cheeks had dampened his hair, giving him a wet puppy appearance. I very cute, wet puppy. "You said your grandmother is watching you?" I questioned. "Yea, she went to the store a little bit ago and told me to just stay here. That's when I tried phoning my mom, and when I couldn't get through, I just got so upset I needed to run away...I'm sorry." If his attempt at running away was 30 yards down to the pool, he had nothing to be sorry about. "Don't worry about it Teddy, I promise, everything will be fine." I decided not to mention his parents lack of phoning me, as there were certainly other things on his mind. "I don't want to make you any more upset pal, but this is probably the last time you will see me for a while, I leave for college in two days." And with that, he began to cry harder then before, clinging to my shoulder as if it were his only means of survival. "Don't go James!! I want you here with me!" "Teddy, I would love more than anything else to stay with you, but I can't. I'm really sorry buddy, I truly am. But I promise you, when I come home over breaks, you'll be the first person I visit." "You promise?" "I promise." "Now lets get you cleaned up a bit, your grandma wont like it very much if she finds you like this." And with that, I carried him back up the hill and into his house. "Do you know when she'll be back?" My mind was racing. "Um...Maybe an hour?" I could tell he had no idea. "Well lets get you in the shower, I want you nice and clean, so I can remember you as being 100% perfect!" He didn't have to do much to be perfect for me... He dropped from my arms and walked through the hallway towards the bathroom, grasping my hand and bringing me along for the ride. He entered the white tiled room and shut the door behind us. "I need to ask you something James..." he said, removing the black speedo. "Anewy...Anything," I stumbled, a bit caught up in the moment. "Are you...gay?" And with those words he kicked the cloth to the floor, releasing his tiny cock to the air conditioned room. I was dumbfounded. I don't know if the question processed in my mind, I was taking the entire situation in. His boycock was so beautiful. Hanging there, a mere 2 to 3 inches above his tight orange sack, it reminded me of one of those baby corns, sitting atop two cherry tomatoes. Its head was slightly darker then the rest of the shaft, the only hint of puberty that existed. He was totally hairless, and because it was my first time seeing his dick in the light, I noticed a tiny freckle at the point where the shaft met his body. I wanted to be that freckle. "Um, yes, I mean no, I mean....I don't really know teddy. I love you...I love doing what we did before. I have never done it with anyone except you. I don't know if that makes me gay." I answered. "James?" "yes buddy?" "If that does make you gay...make us gay I mean...I don't mind, because I like being gay with you." His reply was so innocent, yet it felt very deep and profound. "Teddy, I think you just made me the happiest person in the world." And for the first time, in a long time, a tear rolled down my eye. "I can see that," he giggled, gesturing towards my now stiffening cock. I hadn't even noticed. Up to that moment, time had been flying by at an incredible pace. However, when that child's fingers met the soft skin of my cock, the world stood still. He wrapped his hand around my shaft, fingers barely meeting the base of his palm, and began gently stroking up and down. I was amazed at how much better he had become in only 2 brief attempts. His pumping was long and smooth, his grip was firm, and his touch, gentle. As we both stood there, him jacking me off, I lost myself in his features ^Ö His hair, so soft, so deep, my fingers played with every possible strand. His face, carved by the hand of god himself, every feature screamed divine. His warm eyes occasionally penetrated mine in a glance that made my heart instantly melt. His nose was tiny, pressed against his face as a little boy's nose is, with a sparse covering of freckles and tiny dimples where the edges met his face. His lips, so warm and pink, so soft. I knelt down on one knee, never escaping from his touch, and brought our lips together. We kissed passionately for what could have been hours, although I'm sure amounted only to some thirty seconds. Our lips fit perfectly, like I was made for him, he was made for me. With my tongue, I traced a line down his body, first his thick neck, tickling him all the while. I journeyed further, passing his tiny brown nipples, softly nibbling on each until they became hard purple points. His navel, planted inside his stomach, an innie, another spot to tickle with the flicking of my tongue to the reward of his soft laughter. Venturing lower, beyond the hairless upper groin, my lips made their way to their destination, wrapping around his projecting member. It was a simple task getting all of it in my mouth, and the pleasure created in doing so was astounding, for both him and me. His laughter had now grown into steady moans of "OooOOHHhh" and "AhHHhH." For me, nothing could have been better than sucking on the boys tiny salty prick. His hands grabbed onto the back of my head, and now he began massaging my hair. I increased the speed of my bobbing, and was rewarded with even deeper, louder moaning. With my available hands I gently fondled his tiny balls, each no larger than a big almond. His sack clung tightly to his body, and with each penetration of my mouth clenched tighter and tighter. I slid my right hand beyond his bally and slowly parted his ass cheeks, rubbing my finger against his tiny pucker. Never stopping the sucking and fondling, I applied gentle pressure to his hole, and in a surprisingly easy motion, the tip of my finger was allowed inside. "Oh my god James!" Teddy shouted. "It feels soSOooSoo good!" I didn't respond, my mouth was onto bigger...well better things. "Is this called sex James?" he asked in an innocent moan. I slowly let his cock out of my mouth, kissing the glistening shaft, and replied "No, not really." "Well what do you mean?" "If people are having sex, regular sex, one person must be inside of the other." "But my weiner was inside of your mouth, wasn't it? "Yea, I guess it was, but that's different. Sex is when you would put it in my butt, or I would put it in yours." I didn't know how he would react to that. "Like you did with your finger?" "Exactly." "Well, then....will you sex me?" I decided not to correct his grammar, but obliged with is question. I explained how it would work, that it may hurt, and if at any point he wished to stop, to say so. "I'm ready James. I love you." I laid down on the hard bathroom floor and took the boy into my arms. "I love you too Teddy, more than you will ever know." He stood facing me, straddled over my cock, legs on either side, and slowly lowered himself onto my hard waiting dick. The first touch sent fireworks through my body. Not only was I granted a view of this beautiful boy, inches away, totally naked, hard as a rock, but he was slowly sliding himself onto my anxious cock. Just like I instructed, he didn't squeeze of tighten his ass hole, but remained relaxed. The grimace on his face told me that the pain had begun, and I felt horrible watching him. "Do you want to stop? I don't want to hurt you my love." He didn't reply, only pushed on further. Once the head was in, the shaft quickly followed. After the pain subsided and the single fallen tear was kissed off, the smile returned. I was lost in the moment. His chubby tummy bouncing up and down as he rode my thick cock, moaning with pleasure. My hand barely reached his tiny dick, and I jacked him off as I slowly fucked him. I picked him up, keeping him on my cock, and stood up. He wrapped his hands around me and together, as one, I carried him into his bedroom. I hadn't hear the garage or any doors, so I figured that his grandmother was still at the market. I laid the boy on his back in his bed, spreading his legs, and picking up the pace of my thrusts. Both of us were moaning loudly, and I could tell he was about to come by both the look in his eyes, and the firmness of his cock and balls. I too was getting close. I laid myself down over the boy, again kissing him all over but he pulled my head to his lips. Our tongues met in each other's mouth's, and with a final deep thrust, I exploded inside of him. I broke the kiss, panting hard, exclaiming in pleasure, only to see that he was doing the same. The boys body shook as waves of pleasure surged through him, his second orgasm. My cock slowly deflated inside of his warm pink hole, and I gently removed it all while kissing his tiny nose. I walked back to the bathroom to retrieve our ditched clothing and redressed myself. Teddy decided to remain in the speedo, and I sure as hell didn't mind. I needed to get going, I told him, and didn't want to get caught by his grandmother. Although clearly saddened by the fact that I was leaving, he wrapped his hands around me in what would be our final embrace. I squeezed him tight and looked into his deep eyes. "I wasn't lying when I told you I loved you Teddy. You mean more to me then anyone on this entire earth. I want you to remember that." He nodded his head. I gathered my keys from the floor and headed out to my truck. "You may want to spray some air freshener or something in the bathroom and your bedroom. It smells a bit like...well...sex!" We both giggled. "I like it James, It smells like you." I got in my truck and backed out of the driveway. I now had the tears running down my cheeks. I wasn't sad that I may never see him again, I wasn't sad that I was leaving. I was sad because I found a true love, someone who loved me back, a soul mate, and I would never be able to be with them. I cried the entire way home and left for college the next day. **Any questions, comments or suggestions, email me at imola.turbo@gmail.com**