Date: Tue, 25 Mar 2014 17:18:09 -0700 (PDT) From: Goodson Formom Subject: I Was A Boy....(Chapter 4) Can you imagine life without Nifty? Please show your support with contributions to keep the Archive online. You can find out how at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story is entirely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions between a preteen boy and adult male. The author does not condone or promote sexual activity with underage individuals or children. All similarities with any human alive or dead is pure coincidence, as this is a work of fiction Comments always welcome at goodsonformom@ymailcom I Was A Boy....Questions...... "He laid over me like that for a moment, looking at me and pondering something. I hoped he would want me to come back. I wanted him to want me. I felt his cock stirring between my thighs, pressing against my balls . He was such a tease and knew exactly how to push me, guide me, bring to that point where I would do anything, anything to please him. It scared me." He looked at me for a bit and kissed my forehead. He smiled and said, "You're very special......I knew that when I saw you laying asleep on the picnic table.....but I never expected you would be so.........," and he stopped in mid sentence, grinning. "What.....never expected me to be so ....what?" I asked. He looked at me, pondering his words. "I knew by the way you were laying......so open and honest....your naked cock peeking out.....no underwear holding it in.....such a delicious outfit.....and so sexy," he said with another grin. "As an older gay male.....I have always loved younger males.....ones that appear to be younger.....younger than they really are.....you have so much to offer....I'm not sure you can understand that concept yet." I nodded. I could feel his cock hardening, pushing into my balls, if I lifted them he would be pressing against my boy hole. I was nervous, but a part of me wanted it there. The more he moved it back and forth, the more I wanted to feel it press into me.. "Can I ask you some questions?" he asked in a more serious way. I nodded. "Why did you come with me?" He asked. I hesitated for a minute, and said, "I wanted to feel good......I knew you wanted sex with me," I replied. I could feel myself blushing. I also loved the way his cock continued to press against me. I reached down and adjusted my balls, his cock was now pressing against my boy hole. He pushed forward a bit and his hard cock slid under my butt, slipping into the length of my crack, it felt incredible. My cock was hard again and his belly was pressing down on it. "And you wanted sex with an older man....why? he asked, continuing his inquiry. I shrugged my shoulders and looked down at how our torsos were pressing against each other. I couldn't see his cock, but the way it pressed into my butt crack, knowing his pre-cum was oozing and making my crack wet and even more intimate, making me wonder how it would feel if he slipped into my tight boy hole. "That feels so good.....your cock there......it's making me so horny knowing it's there...so close and I don't know", I gasped. "And you want me to what?.....look at me." he became demanding and I liked that too. I was confused. I shrugged my shoulders and looked down, not knowing how to say, how I felt. He put his finger under my chin and lifted my head. "Do you know what you want?.......I mean you walked in the restroom to pee...and found me.....what did you think?" he then sat and waited for my response. "I didn't know that restroom was there.....I had to go really bad....and then you were there and you showed me your cock.....and I love sex.....I love the feelings I get.....When you asked if I wanted to go with you..............I wanted too." he looked at me and asked, "and how do you feel now?" I smiled, I smiled and laughed, "right now I feel really horny....I love the way your cock feels filling my ass crack.....I love the feelings in my cock and I want to cum again so bad....really bad.....I need to cum and I want you to be the one who tells me to cum." He looked at me as he seemed to ponder what I just said. "And how did you know to say that, to want me to have that control over you?" he asked me with a questioning look before he went on, "You're a complicated little one......you know far more than you're letting on.....tell me more or I won't let you cum......at all." He looked at me and raised his eyebrows. I didn't know what to say. "Well.......I said before I had experiences." I told him. "Yes.....You did....will you tell me about some of that?" he asked. I loved how this older guy was treating me. I had not shared much with him about my past. But, he seemed to know that I had been with a few men before. He kept saying I was his little cock whore and I sucked his cock in a special way. He knew he wasn't my first. I was worried about my mom. She would be calling home and expecting me to be there. I was usually home by dinner time, unless I called and told her I was staying over at a friends house. She would be wondering. She knew me well and always feared the worst. She knew how I could be persuaded quite easily to do something impulsive, sexually. "You're so quiet......whats on your mind," He asked. "I'm worried about my mom.....she'll be wondering about me," I replied. My "Daddy" pulled back with a worried look on his face. I know he was concerned that my mom might cause him some issues. "I think I just need to call her, then she'll be cool.....really......but I have to ask you something." He looked at me still concerned. "What do you need me to do?," he asked. "What's you name.......she's gonna ask me.......and I have to say something?" He looked at me for a long moment. "I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that right now......I mean there issues here......and I don't know." I looked at him and sat up. "I know where you live......it's not like you kidnapped me.......I came with you in my own free will." He nodded. "I wanted this.....I wanted to have sex with you......it's not the first time I've done this you know." He looked at me and bit his lip. "My name's Ben.....that's enough for now.....okay." I shook my head. He gave me the phone and I could feel my hand shaking slightly. I knew her questions and that I couldn't lie to her. I was hoping she wouldn't answer, but she picked up. "Hi....mom." I listened to her telling me she was looking for me and was wondering if I was still at the park in the woods. "No.....I'm not....I'm at Ben's house." Of course she asked me who Ben was. "He's a guy I met......yeah I met him at the park......do I have to tell you exactly where I met him mom?" I knew she would ask, I knew she knew I was standing naked in Ben's house and he was playing with her little boy. " I am mom, yes mom I'm naked and I want to stay for a while.....can I?.......No he has not hurt me.....he's a nice man." She was concerned, but she knew me and how I was. She let it go, for now. We hung up. "What was that all about G?... Ben asked. "It's a long story," i said. Ben looked at me and said, "tell me." So I began. " I was always very sexual. I was raised to be open and to explore my sexuality if I wanted. My mom...............and I have a ........very close relationship. That's as far as I wanna go with that right now if it's okay." Ben nodded. "She caught me with my best friend a few years ago. We were camping outside and she came out to check on us. We're laying on our sides sicking each others cocks. She was upset and made us come in and she didn't even let us get dressed." I looked to see his reaction, which was not shocked, so I continued. " She told us it was stupid to be doing that outside where we could be seen........and then after a few long moments she said if we wanted to explore.....touch each other......or more we could sleep in my bed......naked if we wanted." Now he was shocked. "Your mother allowed you to have sex with your friend, in her house, when she was home?" I nodded, "Yes.....it's a long story......but there's more I wanna tell you.....so you relax....and won't worry." Ben asked a number of questions and I tried to tell him the things I need to tell him, things wanted to tell him about me. Finally he wouldn't stop so I reached over and took his flaccid cock in my hands and began fondling it. I felt it swell, I felt the pulsing and so did he as he moaned, pulling me closer. "Daddy......do you want your little cock whore to suck your cock?" I knew it would make him stop asking and talking. Daddy grabbed my head and held it tight as I took his cock. "So you want to suck Daddy's cock......you sly little cock whore......how many cocks have you sucked?" I was choking and he knew he stepped over the line, as he let go. "I was trying to explain before you went crazy on me," I said. He sat back and nodded to continue. I was sitting cross legged, Indian style in front of him. I hated being abused, or treated rough, but my cock was still very hard and oozing cum again. We looked at each other as he leaned into me and licked the tip, "Mmmmmm.......you taste so sweet......that boy juice is intoxicating," he said as he licked again and again, before taking me in his mouth. Then he looked up at me and asked me to continue. "I have always had this thing about mature men......and women.....you know.....a sexual thing." I looked at him and he looked at me like he had a question, but I continued, "I used to sit on their laps and I would feel how hard some of the men would be.....and their finger would rest on the front of my pants....or sneak up the leg of my shorts.....caressing my cock.....It would get hard.....so hard and I wanted to feel it when ever I could. I never wanted it to end.....someone always interrupted.....then one day I was in the back seat of my mom's car on a long trip....... sitting next to my uncle. I stopped and he asked, "so your uncle was the one who's lap you sat on?" I nodded yes. "Yes......he was......and I would run to him too......I knew if I...did he would touch me." Ben asked, "Did your mom know?" he asked with a long stare. I whispered, "Yes.....it was her brother." There was silence for a bit. "How......why.......how did she allow that?" He asked. "I told you she is very sexual and her and I have a special relationship..........but that's for another time....not now." I said firmly. "Okay. Sorry........go on....please." "I was in the back seat with him and mom was driving.....it was late and everyone thought I was sleeping.....the radio was on and I had my head in his lap.....I could feel his hard cock.....It was pressing against my cheek.....They were talking.....Mom said, "I bet you love sitting back there.....don't lie...... remember who your talking to......I know you better than you know you.....I bet you have your hand on his cock right now." He didn't actually, but his finger was caressing my butt. His middle finger was actually penetrating my tight boy hole. Ben was smiling. I asked, "Why are you smiling?" He responded saying, "She was giving him permission to molest you." I nodded, yes. "I would call it sexualized......I was willing.....I wanted it"