Date: Mon, 17 Mar 2008 13:06:12 +0000 (GMT) From: Aaron Zane Subject: Hippie Boy This story is fiction. Or is it? ------- Hippie Boy He was sitting on a stool strumming his guitar and singing in a very self assured, confident voice as people filed by on the way to the Sedona New Age Fest. The sun shown on his shoulder length, slightly curly brown hair that he flicked to the side to keep out of his eyes. Boys of say, 13, do not often have such long hair these days. 40 or more years ago, yes, so may be he was the product of ageing hippies or `new age' types. Free thinkers, alternative thinkers, free spirits? My mind wandered around these thoughts as I stood off to his side, pretending to look at the trinkets displayed for sale on a fold out table. I, a Sedona native, often came to this annual Fest. After a bit he stopped his tunes, which were very nicely done in a voice that was just showing the first signs of cracking. He then surprised me by sliding off his stool and turning to me said ` Can I help you man?' [Oh, ageing hippies for sure.] I jerked to attention, returned his smile and mentioned that I was just looking. I also complimented him on his singing. He said `Thanks, man. I love to sing. My mom sings too and that's where I got it from.' He then asked me if I sang. I replied that I only sang in the shower. He smiled and said ` That's a good place to sing. I'd like to hear you sometime.' I actually dropped the trinket I was holding and had to apologize. He said ` No problem man, what's your name?'. Aaron, I replied. I asked his name. `David, I'm 13. My mom is in the Spirit Fest HQ now and I have to watch the booth until she gets back. After that I am free to...listen to you sing. If you like, anyway.' If I would have had another trinket in hand that would have dropped also. Lacking any trinket, I just stood there wide-eyed, staring at him. He was self assured and confident all right. And very sure of what he wanted. He looked directly at me the whole time, smiling. Slender, hippie dressed, barefoot he was interested in me, someone old enough to be his father. A 50ish, graying fellow not fat not thin dressed for a day outside. `Well', I coughed, `I, um, ah, don't see any showers around here'. I wanted to let him know that I was interested in him but I could not see the way for us to... shower? `No problemento man', softly he replied. `We have a motor home. My mom will be here at the booth and we can have the `home to ourselves. Also, she won't mind, he moved close to me and continued ` she knows I`m gay and she'll only ask you if you have any diseases like warts and such. We won't do anything dangerous anyway. Just safe stuff. I haven't cum in three days and I really need a blow job.' The last was whispered and said in an urgent voice. So here I am. Picked up by a 13 year old. Offered `free love' by a hippie boy and it is only 10:30 Saturday morning. What will the rest of the day hold for me? Just then David looked behind me and he said, ` Hi mom, this is Aaron'. Talk about being pushed over by a feather. An errant mosquito would have dropped me. Can a person function when in shock? I guess I did well enough. The older lady, old enough to be a wife for me, dressed full hippie style, did smile, did shake my hand, did realize David had picked me up, did ask me the aforementioned questions and finally, surreally, said ` have fun. Be back by 1 or so' and off we were to the `home. Unreal, yes? The `home was quite large. David said, `When my father died my mom got a lot of money so she bought this and we have been traveling for about 7 years. I was really little when he died. Mom taught school stuff to me all those years.' So this is where the story gets... hot, sexy, messy, you name it. David did not waste any time. As soon as the door closed behind us, his arms were around me. A hug. A face turned up to mine. Lips pressed to mine. Eyes starring into mine. The words ` I like you' coming from the lips that had just kissed me. Then, real kissing, open mouthed, mouth moving on mouth, hard pressure kissing. Small sounds escaping from both of us. He leads me to his bedroom. He is almost naked in a few seconds and standing before me in his briefs. A hard cock pressing from within those blue confines. `I want to see you' he whispers. I strip to my boxers, which have something hard tenting them out. He comes close, hugs he, frames my face with his hands and says `Love me, make me feel good'. At this point I died. I was born again about an hour later when his hot cum, which he shot in my mouth, baptized me and enabled me to be reborn. The hour, from the time I died to my rebirth, was spent in heaven. I hated to return to earth. Smooth hairless body, slim, uncut cock [hippies, remember], bubble butt [clean, I know, I was there]. Long, long time kissing. Then kissing some more. Then more. Then sucking, one of us, then the other, then both, 69 was never so wonderful. Lying on his stomach, butt cheeks pulled apart, groaning from the tongue playing over with his hole. Cocks grinding together as tongue massaged tongue. Guttural sounds from both. Hands everywhere, touching, massaging everything, entering every opening, feeling every part, ears, nuts, holes, mouth, pubis, tits, foreskins, butt mounds, every inch, felt, kissed, tasted, enjoyed, devoured. 69. Cocks in mouths. Grunting noises. Nuts pulling close. He pulls off my cock and cries out. He shoots in my mouth. I taste and swallow every drop. He falls back. Eyes closed breathing rapidly. Flushed. Eyes open, starring at me. Still rapid breath. He suddenly swings himself around and lies on top of me. Smothering me with kisses. My mouth, eyes, cheeks, nose, neck, forehead. ` I love you. I love you. I love you'. Issues from his swollen lips. Then those lips are on my cock. Soon I scream, silently, as I cum in his mouth. He drinks. Licks. Loves my cock. Then again, lays beside me. Looking at me with his long hair falling on my face, kissing me between words, he says `We're going to live in Sedona. I'll go to junior high here in the fall.' Sometimes, heaven is here in earth. Sometimes, heaven is in Sedona. Hope you liked this. It just popped out of my head one evening when I thought I was going to go to bed early but instead got creative. It is not a wanking tale though, I know. My other stories are wanking material, so please take a look at: /nifty/gay/incest/aaron-and-zane/ Bye for now, Aaron aaron.zane@yahoo.co.in