Date: Tue, 17 Aug 2010 15:57:09 -0700 (PDT) From: takeonefortheteam1000@yahoo.com Subject: It was an accident This story includes depictions of sex between an adult male and a young boy. If you're not old enough to read this story, don't -- though if you're here already you're probably not going to listen to me. So whatever. Hope you enjoy yourself. If this is illegal where you live, move. Because that would suck. So, move, then read the story! This is a work of FICTION. Don't know why I need to tell people that, but there you go. The story comes from a great phone roleplay buddy of mine. He would play the older guy, me the boy. So, buddy, if you're reading this and recognize the set up feel free to email me. I would love to connect with you again. I LOVE FEEDBACK. So feel free to write me at takeonefortheteam1000@yahoo.com. Of course, flames will be ignored. Also open for plot ideas so if your mind goes anywhere during the reading of this, feel free to let me know. This might turn in to a series if people seem to enjoy it. Enjoy! It was an accident. I swear. I'm a married man, two kids, both boys. In my 32 years never had I thought of a boy or a man in a sexual manner. It just...happened. I swear it was an accident. I guess you want to know what I look like. Everyone wants to know what you look like when you tell stories like this. Well, here you go. Like I said, I'm 32 years old. 6'3, 190. I still run every day so I keep the same lean, toned body I had when I was younger. I'm pretty much the average married guy that all of you live next door to. Blonde hair, blue eyes, all American. I assume I'm pretty good looking -- before I married my wife I had more tail than I knew what to do with. Since then however I have been a good husband. Haven't cheated once, not even in the last, sexless year of our marriage. Maybe that's why I let it happen. Jessie hasn't been able to have sex since the birth of our second son last year and with a new born and a 10 year old running around, well, I don't have many opportunities to take care of it myself. Oh, right, descriptions -- I have a big dick. There. Happy? About 8 inches long, cut, thick, big low hanging balls. So I'm just going to cut out all the bullshit and get right to the point. My best buddy and ex frat brother Joey arranged for a father-son camping trip and invited me and Devon, my ten year old, along. We were all set to go when Jessie caught a cold and was worried about taking care of the baby all by herself. It was decided Devon would stay home to help her out and, since our spot was already paid for, I would get the vacation and go alone. Truth be told, I love my kid, but a week of not being responsible sounded pretty fucking good to me. We arrive at the campsite and start getting set up when the soon-to-be life changing question is asked. Joey turns to me and asks, "Bro, big imposition I know, but can Anthony stay in your tent?" Anthony is Joey's 12 year old son. "It's just, our tent is supposed to be good for three but looking at it, no way I can get both Anthony and Alex" (his other, 10 year old son) "in there with me." Well, there goes no responsibility but whatever. I couldn't turn him down without looking like a total asshole. "Sure dude. Why not?" Why not indeed. So, on with it I guess. Remember, I never meant for this to happen. NIGHT ONE We got wasted. Wasted with a capital...w...or whatever. We drank beer through dinner, we drank beer until the kids were put to sleep, and then we drank some more. Finally, barely able to stand, I told the other guys (maybe we'll get to them later, if I'm not too embarrased after telling this first chapter) it was time for bed and I stumbled to the tent I was sharing with Anthony. My dexterity was completely absent so I opened the tent too roughly and very quick, then, realizing the poor kid was probably sleeping, I crept in quietly, closing the flap behind me. Once inside the tent, I did my best to undress for bed but there was hardly any room in the tent. Also, it was a hot night so I wasn't planning to wear anything in my sleeping bag. Just us guys right? Anthony's sleeping bag was closer to the flap so I was really squeezed in as I took my clothes off. I glanced over at the shape next to me and could just barely make him out in the darkness. He wasn't moving so I hoped that meant I hadn't woken him up. Oh, right. You fucking pervs want to know what he looks like, don't you. Fine. I guess he's just another 12 year old boy. Not tall, not even 5 feet yet, thin. He's in really good shape for his age I guess. He's been swimming competitvely since he was 7. Italian looks, takes after his dad I guess. Sort of long, floppy, black hair, really bright green eyes, olive complextion. The kind of kid you knew would get ton of pussy when he got older. No, I don't know what his dick looks like. He's just a kid. Probably not that big. I mean, has he even hit puberty yet? Oh, wait, those questions I can answer. Now. Anyway, there I was slowly taking off my clothes. Barely able to keep myself upright from the dozen or so beers coursing through me. With my usually good coordination severely imparied I got myself in to a rather awkward position. I somehow had my shirt caught up over my head, arms caught, while at the same time my pants and boxers were around my ankles. I pretty much had tied myself up. Shit. I knew there was no way I could undo my self, cramped as I was between the tent flap and Anthony's sleeping body so I made the decision I now hate myself for. I decided to try to crawl over him to give myself more room. I almost made it. I somehow did a sort of crab walk so my left foot was over him. Then my big, soft hanging cock brushed against something...smooth. Just that light touch, that smallest moment of contact to my underused piece of meat, sent a flood of sensation to my brain, a brain already flooded with alcohol. I lost my balance and gravity took over. My hairy, well-muscled ass sat straight down...and was speared on Anthony's small boy erection that was sticking straight up, throbbing in the dark. I'll interject here to let you know what I learned later. Anthony had been naked on top of his sleeping bag, playing with his dick, experimenting with it and wondering why it was hard all the time. When I stumbled in like a mad man he froze, complete deer-in-the-headlights moment. He knew I couldn't see him in the dark so he decided to just stay as he was and hope I wouldn't notice what he was doing. So he lay there as I got undressed, his 4 inch boy dick throbbing, sticking straight up from his body. Waiting for a straight, married muscle ass to to take it balls deep. So, here we go. My straight, virgin hole, already wet with sweat from the heat and humidity, just took his dick all the way down. In that first moment, my beer fogged brain only felt a pinch that barely registered. I struggled to stand, but my legs were barely working. I raised a bit and sat back down. I heard a whispered, "Oh wow" from underneath me and I started to understand. I kept rising and falling as I struggled to get up. But I couldn't. My legs. They wouldn't work. Oh god. I was fucking myself on this kids dick! "Uh. Uh . Wow wow wow." Anthony was whispering. "Uuuu....kid...Anthony...buddy...you have to help me out. Try to push me off you. This...aaaaaa....isn't right....fuuuuuuck...." I moaned out. At that moment the head of his cock hit something inside of me that almost made me pass out. Fuck, indeed. "Wh...what...what are you doing Mr. Yates...f...ff....feels so goood!!!" Anthony moaned. Didn't he hear me? We needed to stop this! "An...Anthony...fuck!...Anthony stop!" He was actually thrusting up into me now that I had stopped moving!! His little dick was sliding in and out of my tight hole!! And fuck it felt good. "Damn kid...this isn't right! This is...FUCK...you....you have to stop." He didn't stop. "I...can't...too good...is this...uh...uh...is this why it gets hard all the time now Mr. Yates?? So it can do this??" I struggled to get my arms free from my shirt but I couldn't! "Nnnnno....Anthony...not with me...this...oh God help me...this is so wrong Anthony! You have to stop." The friction was causing a pleasant warmth inside me along with jolts of sharp pleasure that I knew I had to have stop. I stuggled to move again but all that did was cause my ass to slam up and down in time with Anthony's immature, virgin thrusts. Damn! I could feel his balls bouncing against my asscheeks. He was turning me into his bitch! I could now just make out the shape of his young naked body. His head back and his mouth was open, panting like a fucking dog in heat. His thin body was tighter than I had ever seen his...his abs stood out so much I could see each ridge. And...oh....fuck...I saw what looked like a few wisps of pubes. All of the sudden I realized Anthony had hit puberty indeed...he was hitting it right inside of my ass. "Oh god...fuck kid...just...just stop...and...FUCK...we can get ssssome sleep...and forget a...AGH...all about this...come on...please...fucking stop...." I was beggin now. "J..j..j..ust a little...uh uh uh...more...just...a little more Mr. Yates...feels SOO good!" the kid said as he kept pounding his boy pud in to me. I was getting a little unstable now as my low moans continued, so he continued, "Here, let me h...h...help you balance Mr. Yates." And with that he reached forward to grab hold of whatever he could reach to steady me. And we both realized at the same time that I was rock hard. Anthony grabbed my cut, dripping, 8 inch man cock and squeezed it hard. "WOW! Is that your thing Mr. Yates? Wow wow wow...so b...b...big!" I groaned out, trying to me quiet, trying to get my arms free still, "N...nooo!! Anthony don't touch that. You...you...you're gonna get us in big trouble...ah fuck!" His fucking motion into me forced my cock to pump into his young hand which was holding on tight...like my dick was the rudder and his holding it would steady me. "oh gosh Mr. Yates. This is so...so...gosh...feels...so good...but...uh uh....it's starting to feel funny...like....oh gosh...like tight...all around my thing!!" Anthony moaned lost in his own world. Starting to feel funny?? Shit. This little mother fucker was going to fuck his first baby load up inside my hairy ass!! As quietly as I could I begged, "you have to pull out Anthony. If it's starting to feel funny you have to pull it out! You can't...do that in me...please kid....come on...." And while I begged my own nuts were pulling up, tightening, getting dangerously close to shooting. "Just...oh......just a little longer...it...feels so funny....like...like I have to pee but....oh gosh...so much better...something...feels like something is...happening....uh uh uh" Ah fuck. My balls were tightening up as this little fucker got even closer to the edge. All I could do was keep repeating, "No...no kid...no..." And then it happened. "Gosh gosh. I feel...Something is...something is...gosh gosh gosh gosh....FUUUUUUUUUCK" I felt his litle rod expand in my hole and pump out its first ever load of juice. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck" Anthony kept whispering. "No no no no" I kept whispering back. And then my no's turned to moans as his hands manipulated my cock towards the biggest orgasm of my life. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck" I breathed out as load after load of straight married cum shot out all over the 12 year old Italian kid that had unwittingly taken my ass cherry. As I felt Anthony's load of boyjuice seep out my tight hole I coated him in my jizz. Anthony, still lost to the world, just kept moaning and groaning as I covered him with cum. My clamping ass had another effect. "G..g...gonna...it's...oh fuck it's happening again!" Ah shit. Here we go again. And happen again it did. For the second time in 3 minutes this little fucker exploded in my hole. Finally, after what felt like forever, our loads stopped shooting and our breathing slowed down. I was fucked. Literally and figuratively. "Anthony," I breathed as I finally was able to get my balance, "You....you shouldn't have done that. It...wasn't right kid. Fuck. You...ya can't tell anyone about this, alright?" I pulled away, feeling his still rock hard dick sliding from my hole which then leaked boycum everywhere. "But...Mr. Yates...you started it! I mean...I won't tell anyone...but you're the one who...ya know..." "Yeah buddy...but that was an accident and I could get in a lot of trouble if anyone found out about this. K? We just...need to go to sleep, alright? Pretend this never happened." I muttered as I rolled over on my stomach and lay on my stomach, trying to make this all go away. I heard Anthony say after a couple of minutes, "Mr. Yates!!! What...what is this sticky stuff on my thing? And on my chest!" Not wanting to to drag this on for ever I replied simply, "Cum. Some from me, some from you. Means you're growing up. Now go to sleep." Anthony was quiet for a minute. I was almost asleep when he spoke up one last time. "Sure Mr. Yates. I won't tell anyone. Promise." I smiled as I said, "That's a good boy." Another moment passed. "As long as we can do it again." Shit. ------------------------------------------------------------ So that's it for now. I might come back to this story if enough people enjoy it. Also, love feedback so feel free to email me at takeonefortheteam1000@yahoo.com.