Date: Wed, 12 Apr 2023 18:15:01 +0000 From: StoryTime Subject: Is that springtime in the air, or is it pheromones? Gay adult/youth Dear Reader. The following story contains strong language and explicit scenes of sex between adults and boys under 18 years old. If you are offended by this kind of material then please leave this page NOW. Please donate to nifty using link https://donate.nifty.org/ if you are able to do so and help keep this page available for all to enjoy. Thank you. Please email your comments to specialtales@proton.me Below are the links to my other stories on Nifty https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/another-camping-trip/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-life-of-a-small-town-paperboy/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/will-you-love-me/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/jose-gets-a-mouthful https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/at-the-fishing-hole https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/ride-the-stallion https://new.nifty.org/stories/the-boys-in-the-neighborhood-41769/ Is that springtime in the air, or is it pheromones? It was the first clear and warm weather in what felt like months. The snow was gone, hopefully for five or six months. Crocus and daffodils had peaked through the ground. Young squirrels ran around like maniacs--all great things. The best thing, though, was the boys. Young boys became young men during the winter. They hid in layers of t-shirts, sweatshirts, oversized jackets, and hats down over their ears and eyes. But now? Shorts, albeit baggy ones that hid their junk, but shorts nonetheless. I didn't approve of baggy T-shirts either. A nice singlet, as we wore in the dark ages, was better. I was looking forward to seeing little Brian this spring. He was shipping up to be a beautiful young man last fall. He had a tangled mass of black hair on his head. This past winter, I saw a few dark hairs above his lips. I was hoping that there was some down below. His skin was a smooth, dusky brown. Only a few zits on his face. They gave me hope for more. I didn't know how old Brian was. Anywhere from 12 to 15. He wasn't very tall. Just over 5 feet and maybe a buck ten. Cute as hell. It didn't much matter to me as long as his equipment worked. I was making assumptions while I rubbed one out while looking at pictures I took last of him last fall. No, not that kind, you pervs. Only pictures of Brian and his friends playing street basketball. Shirts and skins. Brian was playing skins. I was dripping precum and picked up my stroke. I'm averaged size. I call it six inches plus. Maybe a little shorter. Average girth and cut. Nice balls, if I do say so myself. And there it came--six solid spurts across the bathroom floor. No worries. The dog would clean it up when I let her in. She was a good girl that did as her master asked. The next day I was puttering about in the front yard when I heard a deep voice ask, "Do you need any help, Mr. B?" I turned around and came face to face with my little god. Brian was dressed for summer. Trainers with low socks, last year's too-small shorts, and a Dark Side of the Moon t-shirt cut off at the bottom. It only reached slightly below his waistband. I was instantly hard. Luckily for me, I had jeans and a long t-shirt on. "Happy springtime, my boy. How was your winter? You look like you had a growth spurt." He smiled. "Yes, sir, I'm 5' 2" and 115 pounds of muscle." He flexed his arms in the classic pose of a weightlifter. The shirt pulled up, and I got sight of a little happy trail. His pits revealed a lovely tangle of black hair inside his sleeves. I felt my cock twitch. "What are we working on today, sir." "Ah, right to the point. Well, I need some work done in the pool area. It shouldn't take long." He followed me into the house. My home isn't a mansion. Certainly not by the standards of the neighborhood. All the homes are custom. The lots are a quarter acre to a full acre. Most of the homes at McMansions. Huge things with smaller yards. My house was 2000 Square feet on one floor. The lot was a full acre. The house sat in one corner close to the cross streets. The rest of the lot was for entertainment and my enjoyment. I did have a three-bay garage, with one being oversize for my RV. A ten-foot concrete wall surrounded the property. The top had razor wire and other nasty stuff on it. I didn't like intruders. The heart of the area was my pool. It wasn't huge, but one could get a good workout swimming laps. The hot tub held six comfortably and ten if they were friendly. I hosted many friendly parties. Next to both was a restroom, two-stall shower, and changing rooms. I knew Brian hadn't been that far into the gardens. I was looking forward to his reaction. We passed through an intervening hedge. On the other side was a statue of Apolo fucking a youngster. The god held the boy by the hips and had just started to push into his ass. One could see the veiny ridges on the god's cock and his huge balls hanging underneath. The only way you could tell his partner was male was by its hard dick and balls of average size. The pool was ringed by similar art. Another of my favorites was Taurus the Bull, with a human body being orally serviced by a nymph. Brian stopped dead in his tracks. "Holly shit. That's a big cock!" He exclaimed. I stopped next to him and rested my hand on his shoulder. "Indeed. It is a perfect penis for a god." As I stood by him, I caught the faint whiff of a horny teen. "Let's get the work done, my boy. You can admire the various anatomies later. I have a very nice piece showing Pan just before penetrating a virgin. The detail of her vulva is awe-inspiring." I bent down to pick up a leaf. I ran my hand down his back and over his ass. He shivered and adjusted his cock. I took a deep breath. There was that smell again. Brian worked hard, but I could see how his eyes wandered as he worked. The front of his shorts weren't tented, but I could see a clear outline of his hard dick. Maybe five inches. My dick throbbed in my pants. I led the half-naked boy over to the pan. In this case, the artist rendered a more natural penis. It was still large, maybe seven inches. His foreskin was pulled all the way back behind the helmet head. The nymph was on her back with her with her legs spread wide. I stood behind the boy. His right hand was in his shorts. I ran my hands over his chest playing with his nipples and inne belly button. His breathing became more labored. His heat was pounding. I knelt in frot of him and pulled his hand out of his shorts before puiiling them slowly down. His hard, dripping penis pointed directly at my face. I inhaled deeply. His must made by head spin. I thought I might unload at that moment. I took him into my mouth. The salty taste aroused me more. I worked my tongue into his slit. I was able to get him all the way into my throat. I played with his balls with one hand and ran my other between his cheeks. He bent his legs to give me better access. He reached down with both hands and held my head. He moved in the thrusting motion that boys know from birth, face fucking me like a pro. I was able to get my middle finger in his ass. After a bit of work I found his spot. He unloaded down my throat. I pulled him in so my nose was in his pubes. I jerked myself to a shuddering orgasm, splattering his legs and bare feet. I love springtime when the boys are in bloom.