Jean Boy Justin

	I had known the boy for about six months.  He was 11, almost
12, and he was cute.  He had green eyes that sparkled, blonde
hair he wore in a surfer hair cut, a pug nose, and white teeth
that filled a perfectly round little mouth.  He was small, about
four foot five and sixty nine pounds.  His name was Justin.
	Justin lived with his mother, who was divorced and worked
two jobs.  She was glad Justin had found a friend in me, because
it meant he was spending less time alone.  I was glad I had found
a boy who liked things like I did.
	I first met Justin at the mall, in the arcade.  I was
looking for a chicken, and he seemed likely.  He was just hanging
out, not playing any games, and I first saw him sitting in a
driving game near the back of the store.  He was wearing an
oversized Body Glove tshirt that hung loosely off his shoulders
and down past his elbows.  He also had on a pair of jeans that
were just like I liked them.  I could tell they were Levis or
Lees, and they were faded and torn.  Both of his tanned, bony
knees stuck out of large, seam-to-seam holes in the legs of the
jeans.  The big tshirt hung past his waist almost to his knees.
	I watched him awhile and he seemed to be alone.  He went
from game to game, watching people play and talking to them.  I
started playing a game and he quickly came over to watch.  I
looked over at him and smiled.  He flashed back a smile.  I lost
the game and went into my pocket for another token, I only had
one and dug out a five dollar bill also.  I deposited the last
token and turned to the boy.
	"Do me a favor and get tokens, will you?" I asked.
	"Sure!" he answered, taking the bill and running off.  I
watched his reflection in the glass and he got change and came
back.  I took the tokens and counted out eight.
	"Take these, for your help."
	"Gee, thanks!" he said.
	I lost the game and walked around, finding the boy in the
same driving game.  I stood behind and watched.  As he moved his
feet to work the pedals, the holes in the legs of his jeans
opened and closed, showing his legs and knees even more.  He
drove halfway decent.
	When he finished, I commented on his game.  "You ever drive
for real?"
	He shook his head.  "But I like to drive in games."
	"Well, it won't be long, I'll bet your dad let's you drive
real soon."
	"Dad don't live at home," he said, "An' mom's too busy."
	"Careful, you don't want her hearing that." I said.
	"She's at work, I took the bus here."
	"Really?"  We talked a little and I found out his name.
"Listen, I'm kind of hungry, want to go get some food?"
	"I can't," he said, "If I do, I won't have enough for the
bus."
	"That's okay, I'll buy." I said.
	He looked at me kind of strange, but agreed.
	We walked out of the arcade and up towards the food court.
I walked a little behind him at first, watching the way he walked
and his jeans.  Besides being torn out at the knees and worn at
the cuffs, they were clean.  I got to see that they were Lees,
and then I started walking beside him.  That's when I noticed ink
scribbles on his legs.  I couldn't make out what they were, but
there was visible red, blue, and black ink scribbles on his
jeans.
	We decided on a burger and then sat down with our food.  I
sat beside him at a table and we ate, talking a little small
talk.  When I thought he was comfortable enough, I commented on
his jeans.
	"Boy, those jeans sure have seen better days, huh?"
	He looked at the holes and shrugged, "Most of my jeans are
tore up, I kind of like them that way."
	"Really? Why?" I asked.
	"I think its cool." he said, "an' it makes mom mad."
	"Do they wear out or do you tear them out?"
	"A little of both, I guess.  I like to wait until they get
holes in them, an' then I rip the holes bigger."
	"These don't look like they  were torn out, they look pretty
worn out."
	"Sometimes I find jeans at thrift stores that are wore out,
an' I buy them.  These'r some I got there."
	"How many pairs of ripped up jeans do you have?"
	"Ten or twelve.  But I would like to get more."
	Then, I saw the shirt ride up high enough I could see the
ink.  "You draw on your jeans, too?"
	He nodded," On some, I like to, but they don't like it at
school, so I don't usually on them."
	"What sort of things do you draw?" I asked.
	He shrugged, "Whatever I feel like."
	I looked closer and saw his name, circles, arrows, boxes,
triangles, and just scribbles.  Up high on his leg, where the
shirt still partially covered it, I saw more writing, "What's
that?" I asked.
	He shurgged and pulled the shirt down.
	"Don't worry," I said, "I'm not your mom or dad, I don't
care."
	He looked at me with his green eyes and then pulled the
shirt up.  Written there was dirty things like fuck you and suck
my dick.
	"Wow!" I said, "I'll bet your mom gets pissed at that,too."
	He nodded, "But I don't care, I gotta wear'em, I tell her."
	I laughed, "That's cool."
	He smiled back at me.
	"You say your mom's at work?" I asked.
	He nodded.
	"I'll bet you hate riding the bus, huh?" I asked, "I know I
used to."
	He shrugged, "It's okay, I guess."
	"You're pretty cool," I said, "What say I take you home,
instead of letting you ride the bus?"
	He shook his head, "I don't know you."
	"Sure you do," I said, "I'm the guy you met in the arcade
and bought you lunch."
	He just shrugged.
	I looked at his jeans, again, "Tell you what, you say you
want more jeans?"
	He nodded, "But I ain't got enough to get any."
	"You know where there are any?" I asked.
	"Tore up or new ones?" He asked.
	"Either or."
	He nodded, "There's a Penneys here that's got some Levis I
like, and there's a thrift store that has a whole rack of ragged
jeans my size."
	"Okay, I'll buy you some." I said.
	"Really?"
	I nodded, "But only if you let me help you pick them out and
take you home."
	He thought a minute and nodded, "Okay, I guess."
	"Let's do it." I said.
	I spent nearly fifty dollars on two new pairs of Levis 560
jeans for him, size 12 slims.  One was a black pair and the other
a pale blue.
	"Your mom is going to notice new jeans, isn't she?" I asked.
	"Not when I'm through with 'em," He said, "I'm gonna tear
out the knees an' make it look natural."
	"How?" I asked.
	"I'll have'ta show you."
	"Okay. So, where's this thrift store?"
	We went to my car and he showed me the store, less than
three blocks away.  We went inside and he went straight back to
the boy's clothes where I saw a rack marked "Boy's Play Clothes."
It was probably about thirty feet long and there were all sorts
of old, worn jeans on it.  I saw a sign on it that said
"Children's clothes 3 for $5.00."  It was obvious the boy came
here often because he started going through the rack and found
the selection of his size easily.
	"How many can I get?" he asked.
	"How many do you want?"
	He looked through the pants and pulled out ten pairs of
jeans.  I looked them over and guessed five of them belonged to
the same boy, by the way they were torn out simalarly in the
knees and worn alike, and that they were all five Levis.  The
other five were various, and all but two were blue jeans.  Those
two were black jeans, both Levis, and they were just as worn, if
not noreso, than the blue jeans.  As he looked through them, he
kept putting a hand into his jeans pocket and rubbed almost
absently at his crotch.  I watched with fascination as his dick
started to bulge in his jeans.
	I looked through the rack myself and found a pair of 14 slim
Levis that were really worn out.  They were acid washed, and the
process had distressed the denim and worn it at the seams and
other high wear areas.  Both knees were worh out in really big
holes, from seam-to-seam and about two or three inches wide.
"Too bad these are too big for you," I said, "I'll bet they'd
look good on you."
	"I can try 'em on," he said, looking for the size tag in the
jeans,  "Sometimes I can wear 14 slims."
	Justin took the jeans into the dressing room and came out
wearing them.  They were a little long on him, but the waist was
close enough we decided to buy them, too.
	When we got back into the car, Justin grabbed the bag from
the thrift store and started going through it, looking the old,
torn up jeans over like a boy on Christmas morning.  His dick was
still rock hard, and he pulled and rubbed on it.
	"Want to change into a pair?" I asked.
	"Yea!" He said, "Can I?"
	"Sure," I said.  I pulled the Levis I found from the bag,
"how about these?"
	He looked them over, paying close attention to the ripped
knees and worn cuffs, "OK!"
	We found a gas station and we went into the bathroom with
the Levis.  Justin went into the stall and I heard the snap and
zipper of his Lees.  He tossed them over the door and I took
them, handing him the folded Levis.  I smelled his Lees, which
smelled just like Justin, with a hint of piss and pre-cum in the
crotch.  They were still warm from him.  I looked them over, from
the worn out knees and scuffed hems to the ink-stained thighs,
and marveled at how cute they were.  I folded the  jeans up and
waited for Justin.
	Justin pulled the Levis on and zippered and snapped them
close, and walked out.  He held his t shirt up and turned around,
showing off his ripped jeans to me.  Because they were a little
long on him, they made him look even sloppier.  I could still see
his dick bulge against the pants.  "These'r cool, thanks alot!"
He pulled a leg up off the ground, looking at the holes in the
knees.  "I'm glad you found 'em."
	"Me, too," I answered, "But they're missing something,
aren't they?"
	He looked questioningly at me.
	I run my hand over his thigh, "No drawings."
	"If I had a pen, I could do some..."
	I smiled, "I think I have one in the car."
	When we walked to the car, I saw Justin had a bounce in his
step, like he was very happy.
	I handed him the pen when we got into the car, it was a blue
one.
	Justin pulled up his t shirt to get at the leg of the jeans,
uncapped the pen, and looked at me, "What should I draw?"
	"Whatever you want." I said.
	He thought a minute, and I started the car up and drove off.
I couldn't pay attention to what he was doing, but I saw he was
drawing something on them.  My own cock began to get hard, again.
Here I was with an 11 year old boy who was very close to what I
really liked, and he was doing something I knew his mom would be
upset about if she knew.
	We had to stop at a red light and I looked over at Justin.
He was done drawing, and I read what he had wrote.  He had put
his name in block letters on the right leg, along with a couple
of arrows and stars.  On his left leg, close to me, he had
written fuck off, suck my dick, make me cum, and a cartoon
picture of a cock.
	"Wow!  You sure know the dirty stuff, huh?"
	"Yea, I look at dirty books alot.  An' dad's got a couple
pornos I seen."
	"He let you watch dirty movies?"
	He shook his head, "I waited until he was asleep and snuck
them out an' watched them."
	"Did you like them?"
	He nodded enthusiastically, "Yea!"
	I glanced at his crotch, only partially hidden by his t
shirt, there was a spot of wetness there from pre-cum, and his
cock stood out in sharp relief.
	"You own any dirty books?" I asked.
	He shook his head.
	I smiled, "We can fix that."
	He looked surprised, "How?"
	"I'll get you some, ok?"
	He grinned.
	We drove to a used bookstore I knew that had a back room
full of dirty novels and magazines.  I told Justin to look around
and I woul go get him some books.  I purposelydidn't ask what he
liked.
	I picked out an assortment of novels, from straight sex to
incest and bestiality and even a couple of gay books, including
one involving a 14 year old boy.  I also got a number of
magazines, straight and gay.  I even found 3 soft porn kiddie
magazines.  I bought them and went looking for Justin.
	I found him in the magazines with a number of older Teen
magazines.  He showed me pictures he had found of stars like
Brice Beckham and Ricky Shroeder when they were younger and they
had on ripped jeans.
	"Can I get 'em?" he asked.
	I could see the pictures excited him because the bulge ofhis
dick poked out from his t shirt and the pre-cum was about the
size of a quarter, now.
	I nodded, "Sure."
	We bought the magazines and went back to the car.  When we
were going, I handed Justin the bag of books I bought.  "Here you
go, enjoy them."
	He was looking over the teen magazines and set them down to
lookat the books I bought.  "Wow!" he said, "These'r really
cool!"  He looked through them all and took one of the kiddie
magazines and started looking at it.  "Some a' these people are
like me."
	I nodded.
	He took the gay magazines and said, "These'r all guys!"
	I nodded again.
	He started looking through the magazine and rubbed on his
boner.  It was exciting to watch a horny young boy get more
excited and pleasure himself.  He was really rubbing and pulling
on it when he suddenly started humping his hips, "Oh, shit." he
said.
	He rubbed hard at his dick inside his jeans.  He rubbed it
between two fingers and the head of his cock wet the denim with
pre-cum.  I watched as his rock hard dick pulsed and jumped in
the Levis, and a large wet spot spread from it.
	"I cummed in my jeans." he said, surprised.
	I looked at him with mock concern, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean
to embarass you."
	"It's okay, I guess," he said, "I've done it before."
	"You're only 11 and you've climaxed?"
	He nodded, "I even cum the white stuff, I like to do it."
	"Wow!"  I looked at the cum in his jeans, "I guess we'll
have to change, now, huh?"
	"You ever, you know, jack off?" he asked.
	I nodded, "Sure, some times.  I like it when someone does it
for me, though."
	"Really, I ain't never done that.  What's it feel like?"
	"Good.  REALLY good."
	We stopped at another gas station and Justin picked out one
of the new pairs of Levis to change into.  When we left the
bathroom, he took off running.  For a minute, I thought he was
running away from me, but then he dropped on both knees and slid
across the concrete a little ways.  When he got up, both knees of
the jeans had scuff marks.  "That's how i mark 'em so I know
where the knees are."  He told me as he opened my car door and
got in.
	I looked at the knees when I got in and shook my head.  "You
have this down to an art, don't you?"
 	He laughed.
	We drove towards his home and I said, "You know, now you've
got twice the number of jeans you had..."
	"Yeah." he looked at me, "Thanks alot."
	"What is the worst pair of jeans you have, the most torn
up?"
	He thought a minute, "I got another pair of acid washed
Levis like the ones you picked out, but they're even more worse
worn."
	"Worse than these?" I asked, "I'd like to see that!"
	"well..." he said.
	"Well what?"
	He hesitated, then said, "If you come over, I can go get
them."
	"Cool!" I said, "Maybe you could even put them on for me?"
	He smiled and nodded, "Sure!"
	We drove to his house and I walked him in.  The house was
small, but clean, and he showed me to his room.
	Justin's room was a mess.  There was clothes and toys and
stuff all over.  I saw about five pairs of his jeans strewn
across the floor, and all of them were worn and torn.  He started
looking through drawers and his closet, I guessed for the Levis.
	"I'll go bring in the bags of jeans and books." I said.
	He nodded. "Okay."
	It didn't take me five minutes to get the bags, and when I
got back to his room, Justin had just found the Levis.  "I found
'em!"  He told me.  They were indeed acid washed blue jeans, just
like the ones I picked out, and Justin was right.  The holes were
bigger and the cuffs more worn, and the legs were covered with
faded ink scribbles.  "Cool, huh?"
	I shook my head and reached out for them.  He handed them to
me and I examined them.  I could smell Justin in them, and I
couldn't believe how worn out and ragged they were.  I also saw
the stiff, flaky stains of ejaculation on the left leg.  I
couldn't believe he wore these anywhere.
	I heard a "snap,zip" and looked up to see Justin shimmying
out of the Levis and standing up, shedding his underwear, too.
His tshirt dropped down before I could see his crotch.
	"I sometimes don't wear underwear when I fuck around." he
said.
	"Fuck around?"
	"You know, wear ragged jeans or make new ones ragged." He
held out his hand for the Levis I held.  I handed them to him.
He turned around and pulled them on, snapping them shut and
zipping them up.  I marveled at his butt in the jeans.  Even the
back pockets showed wear.  My own dick grew large and long in my
pants.
	Justin turned around and showed off his jeans to me.  With
both knees really worn out and a number of stres wears, and the
ragged cuffs, alot of Justin's skin was visible.  He actually
enjoyed wearing jeans that were really worn out and purposely
drawn on.  I couldn't help it and rubbed my dick.  He saw me.
	"You got a boner?"
	I nodded.
	He walked over to me and, without a word, touched my dick.
"Justin, don't start anything..." I asked.
	He didn't listen and began rubbing my boner.  It felt
wonderful.  I looked at Justin, this 11 year old blond haired
boy; rubbing my dick in my pants, and couldn't believe it.  He
looked wonderingly at my bulge, and felt every inch of my dick
through the pants.  His own randy cock began to swell again, and
he rubbed at it.  I wanted to touch and play with it, but I
didn't want him to stop.
	He then did something I never expected.  Justin slowly got
down on his knees until his face, his beautiful, innocent 11 year
old face, was right at my crotch level.  He looked up at me with
his sparkling green eyes seemingly asking for a yes, and started
to slowly unzip my fly.
	"Justin, don't if you don't want to."  Was all I said.
	He scooted forward a little, and my view of him was
wonderful.  The top of his blond head and the oversized tshirt
was exciting, but his jeans, the big holes in the legs showing
lots of his tanned knees, and the ink stained thighs was more so.
	He reached into my pants, and when his small boyish hand
found my dick, it felt like electricity.  I felt a surge of
pleasure leap up my engorged shaft and into my body.  He worked
out my dick, a little roughly, and it popped out of my pants.
	"Wow, it's big." he said.
	I grinned.
	He held it straight out and started looking it over.  I was
so horny pre-cum oozed and dripped from the slit.  I watched one
clear drop of it build up and drip down on its own.  In slow
motion, trailing a line behind it, it landed on the thigh of his
jeans.  He didn't even notice.
	He began to play with my dick as if it were his own, running
his hand up and down its length and rubbing my pre-cum on his
hand.  He pulled his t shirt up a little and I saw a wet stain of
his own pre-cum in his jeans.  Again, I wanted to play with his
cock, but I was happy with him playing with them both.  It felt
really good to have the boy playing with my dick, making it
larger and more engorged.  I could watch his own cock fill with
blood and fill the crotch of his jeans as he rubbed and pushed on
it, too.  I realized I hadn't seen the dick "in the flesh," yet,
and wanted to, badly.
	I looked around his room and marveled at the disarray of the
11 year old's domain.  All over were signs of his destructive
youth, from broken models and toys to the worn out jeans lying on
the floor.  I felt a wetness on my dick and drew my attention
back to Justin just as his lips touched the red head of my dick.
	"Justin, don't." I said.
	He just opened his mouth more and slipped my dick into the
round, wet confines of his mouth. It was more than I could have
hoped for.
	He was inexperienced.  His teeth scaped my dick and he
choked as he stuffed my boner into the back of his throat.
	"Curl your lips over your teeth and just take what you're
able to." I told him, running my hands into his blonde hair.
	He looked up at me, my cock still in his mouth, and did what
I told him.  I was so happy to watch this young, inexperienced
boy who wanted to please me.
	"Are you sure you want this?" I asked.
	He nodded.
	I let him suck and play with it for awhile, loving the feel
of his hot little mouth on my dick.  "Do you like it?"
	He nodded again.  He was really rubbing his dick with his
free hand, and he was sitting on his haunches as he gave me a
blow job.
	"You're going to cum again, aren't you?"
	He nodded, again.
	"Has anyone ever done it for you, gotten your rocks off?"
	He shook his head.
	It was time for the question, and I hesitated to ask it.  I
got up the courage and spit it out, "Do you want it?"
	He slowed down on my dick and looked right up in my face,
his eyes pleading. and nodded his head.
	I reached down and tried to touch his cock, but couldn't.
"Do you want to jack off together?"
	He shrugged.
	"Well, I would jack you while you're doing this, but I can't
reach your crotch, do you want to jack off or get a blow job?"
	He let my dick pop out and asked, "Would you suck my dick?"
	"If you want." I said.  "Do you want me to swallow your
cum?"
	"Yea!" He said, excited.
	"Do you think you could swallow mine?"
	He scrunched his face up, but then nodded, "I guess."
	"Have you ever tasted cum?" I asked.
	"My own," he said, "I tried it after I cummed, once."
	I nodded, "Okay, get me off, and I'll do you."
	He looked at my dick, again, and hesitated.  "Can I get you
to do somethin'?"
	"What?"
	"When you cum, instead of me swallowin' it, would you, like,
shoot it on my face?"
	I had a mental image of creaming all over Justin's face, and
my dick jumped.  "You want it there?"
	He nodded.
	"Sure." I said.
	He went back to sucking on my dick, and I stood there and
marveled at the feel and the look of this boy I hadn't known a
full day doing exactly what I wanted and smiled.
	It wasn't too long before I felt my cream building up for
the climax and told him to slow down.  He was still rubbing his
own boner and I watched it drool pre-cum into his crotch and
stain the jeans darker.  "You're going to have to change again,
aren't you?"
	He nodded and giggled.
	I knew I was oozing pre-cum into his mouth and wondered what
he thought about it, but didn't ask.  I felt my climax build
almost to the point of no control.  "Justin, I'm going to do
it..." I warned.
	He pulled my dick out of his mouth and started jacking on
it, rubbing and pulling on my erection.  "Are you cummin'?" He
asked.
	"Almost..." I said.  I watched the horny boy masturbate me
and felt the climax start at the base of my dick in my nuts.  It
was a warm, full feeling, building to a muscle tension.  My nuts
tightened up against my cock and I felt the climax begin.  It
worked its way up my shaft past Justin's hand, "I'm going to
cream..." I said.  I pushed his hand away and grabbed my dick.
	I aimed it right at his face and jacked hard and quick.
Justin watched my dick with fascination and scooted real close in
anticipation.  His eyes got real wide and he wasn't aware of
anything but my cock and his desire.  His hand absently found his
own randy dick and rubbed at it. The first blast of cum shot out
and hit him right on the nose.  He jerked a little, but stayed
where he was.  I squirted again, on the corner of his lip, and he
opened his mouth.  I shot two quick, thick shots there and aimed
higher, squirting about five times into his hair.  My cum kept
shooting.  I squirted about ten more times, covering his young
face with man seed and moaned.
	He dropped back and rubed on his cock, still in his jeans.
He looked real cute with my cum all over his face and dripping
onto his shirt.  His knees poked out of the jeans and I knew he
was real close to climaxing.
	I dropped down and pushed his hand away, "This time I'll
jack you, I'll blow you later..."
	I zipped his fly down and reached into his jeans.  His whole
crotch was warm and damp with pre-cum, and his dick was slippery.
It was short and thin, almost like a finger, but it was hard and
hot, too.  I worked it out of the zipper and begin jacking it
off.  It took less than two minutes of this before he said, "I'm
cummin'!"
	I felt his dick jump and squirm in my hand and saw his first
squirt leap out and land on his chest.  It was thick and white,
full of semen.  I aimed it down towards his jeans and he squirted
all over the leg, more than 20 times.  It was satisfying to
watch, and I bet real satisfying to do.
	"That was COOL!" He said.  "Your cum tastes okay, too."
	I looked at him, my sperm coating his face, his green eyes
alive and laughed.  "You better clean up." I said.
	He looked at his jeans, "I ain't never cummed THAT much!"
He unsnapped them and let them fall.  Then he looked for a pair
of jeans to put on.  "Let me pick out a pair," I said, "You go
wash your face."
	"Okay!" He ran out of the room and I heard water running.
	I started looking through the jeans on the floor and saw
they were all dirty, so I looked into his closet.  I found a pair
of black Levis that were pretty badly worn and set them on his
bed.  I also found a No Fear T shirt and set it there.
	He came back in and saw the shirt, "That's for school."
He picked out a Pacific Coast Highway shirt and then looked at
the jeans, "I got to wear them to  school, tomorrow, too." He
said.
	"What about the ones we got today?"
	"I got to tear them up," he said, "and get them washed."
	"Okay." I siad, "So what pair will you wear?"
	"One 'a the ones from the thrift store." He said and picked
out one of the five pair I believed belonged to the same boy.
Then he set them down and looked through the bag and got the new
Levis he was wearing when he skidded on the ground.  He pulled
them on and snapped them.  He then sat down on the bed and looked
at the knees, where he had scuffed them.  He grabbed the left
knee, where the scuff was, and pulled apart, up and down.  The
new, never washed jeans ripped open at the scuff.  He looked at
me and smiled.  "This is how I rag 'em out..."
	The tear was small, less than half an inch long.  Justin put
his fingers into the hole and ripped again, harder.  I heard the
denim rip and saw the tear spread, going almost seam to seam.
	I couldn't believe I just spent twenty five dollars for the
jeans just to have him tear them up.  He stood up and showed off
his handywork.  I just shook my head.
	"Mom'll be home, soon, wanna stay an' meet her?" he asked.
	I shook my head, "I better not, at least, not yet, okay?"
	He smiled, "Okay.  You gonna be at the mall tomorrow?"
	"I guess, will you?"
	"Sure!  When will you be there?"
	"About four, I guess."
	"I get out of school at two fifty, can you pick me up?"
	"Do you want me to?"
	He nodded.  "I go to Jefferson Elementary, you know where
that is?"
	I nodded.  "Where do you want to meet?"
	"Meet me at the south gate, okay?"
	I agreed and after a minute, I left.  Justin was changing
into another pair of jeans, one his mom would recognize, when I
left.
	The next day, I was waiting at the gate when Justin came
out, looking for the car.  He did have on the black Levis and NO
Fear tshirt.  I didn't realize how big the shirt was yesterday.
It hung off his bony boy-shoulders almost halfway to his wrists
and draped across his waist almost to his knees.  He ran over to
my car and jumped in.  Instantly the car was filled with his boy
scent, clean and intoxicating.
	"Hi, guy."  I said.
	He smiled at me, "How are you?"
	"Fine, yourself?"
	"Great, now, I was afraid you wouldn't be here."
	I laughed, "Of course I'm here."  I looked at his clothes,
"You did wear those to school today, huh?"
	He nodded.  "What can we do today?"
	I shrugged, "What do you want to do?"
	"First off, can I go home an' change?"
	"I guess, is your mom home?"
	He shook his head.
	"Why do you want to change?"
	He shrugged, "I fugured I could change into some really
ragged jeans and we could do stuff."
	"Like THOSE aren't ragged?" I asked.
	He laughed.
	We drove to his house and went inside.  I followed Justin to
his room and sat on his bed as he picked through his clothes to
change.  I noticed the bag of jeans and the books were nowhere to
be seen.
	Justin picked out a black Body Glove tshirt and a pair of
Lee jeans that were really torn up.  At one time, they had been
too long for him and he had worn the cuffs off by walking on
them.  The knees were worn out, and I guessed as he grew into
them, the holes were made bigger.  My dick began to grow just
watching him.
	He pushed the Levis from yesterday aside and I picked them
up to look at them.  His semen had dried stiff in them, and they
stuck together.  I pulled them apart and looked at them, again.
Then I set them down.
	Justin pulled his shirt over his head and then unsnapped the
Levis and pulled them off.  My dick raged looking at him.  His
body was thin and tanned.  There was no body hair anywhere and
his boy-dick stood out in full attention.  He grabbed the Lees
and pulled them on.  As he snapped them, he sucked his stomach
in, and I marveled over him.  I stood up and walked over to him.
	"You like to wrestle around?"
	"Sure!" he said and took a defensive stand.
	I looked at Justin standing there in a crouch, his knees
poking out of the ripped Lees and grabbed at hm, roughly play
wrestling him.
	We wrestled and ran around a little while, until we both
were sweating, and I started to tickle Justin.  He laughed with
happiness.
	I continued to tickle him and he he was laughing so hard
tears were welling out of his eyes.  I rolled him over onto the
floor and straddled him, tickling him while he laid on his back
on the floor.  Every once in awhile, I would reach down and rub
his boner.  He was enjoying this no end.
	Then, the last time I reached down to rub on his dick in his
jeans, it was wet.  I looked downand saw a big wet stain in the
crotch of his jeans.  I had made him pee himself.
	"Gee, Justin, I'm sorry."  I got off of him and stopped
tickling him.
	He sat up and looked at me.  "It's okay.  I ain't never done
it, before, but it felt kinda cool."  He stood up.
	The pee stained all of the crotch of the Lees dark, and it
made its way up the crack of his butt, too.
	"I guess I'll haveta find another pair to wear..." he said
and shucked the Lees, throwing them in a corner.  He picked
through his clothes and I recognized the jeans I bought him
yesterday, mixed in with his other clothes.
	To my surprise, he picked out the Levis I had made him cum
on yesterday and pulled them on.
	"Justin," I said, "Those are dirty."
	He shrugged, "Yeah, I know, but I'll prob'ly end up cummin'
again, right?"
	"Is that what you want?"
	"Yea!" he said, "I had a boner all day thinkin' about it!"
	"Okay, maybe we will..." I smiled.
	He pulled on his tshirt, which was just as big as the one he
wore to school, and we went out to my car.  "Where do you want to
go?" I asked.
	He shrugged, "I dunno."
	I backed out of his driveway and thought about it, and
decided to take him to the go kart track.
	"I really like you." Justin said sudenly.
	I smiled at him, "Thanks."
	"You know, I jacked off 3 times last night before I went to
sleep.  I cummed every time.  I kept thinkin' about what we did."
	"How long have you been masturbating?" I asked.
	"Prob'ly 2 years." Justin said, "I only been cummin' about
three months."
	"Does your mom know you do it?"
	He shook his head, "Most'a the time, I do it at the mall or
when she ain't home."
	"Cool." I said.  We were at the park, and we went inside.
We spent about two hours playing games and driving and then we
left.
	"That was fun." He said, "What else are we gonna do?"
	"I don't know, what do want to do?"
	He grinned at me and rubbed at his crotch, "I kinda want to
jack off."
	"Are we going to do ourselves," I asked, "Or do you want to
do each other?"
	"Let's do the bjs, okay?"
	I looked at Justin, he was wet with sweat from the driving
and flushed red, his shirt was stuck to his slim body, and I
could see his boy cock was already hard.  "Okay, where?"
	"How about my room?"
	"Will your mom be home soon?"
	"Not until nine tonight."
	I nodded, "Okay, if that's what you want."
	He grinned.
	All the way back to his house, Justin was rubbing his boner
inside his jeans.
	"If you're not careful, you'll cum before we get to your
house." I said.
	"I will be." he said back.  He reached over and touched my
cock, which was about half hard watching him.  "You're gettin'
one, too."
	"Oh, yes."
	"You know what would be cool?"
	"What's that?"
	"If you would cum on these," he said, pointing to his Levis,
"an' I wore 'em to school tomorrow."
	"I don't know," I said, looking at the torn jeans, "they're
pretty worn out, and they've got some dirty stuff written on
them."  Up high on the left leg Justin had drawn some reallt
profane things, like Fuck off and die, son of a bitch, suck my
dick, and such.
	"I can wear one'a my really big tshirts an' no one would see
it." he said.  "I would really like it, if you would."
	"Show me the shirts, and I'll think about it."
	He smiled at me.
	When we got to hishouse, he ran into his room and pulled out
a really large tshirt.  It would hang really low on him, andI
knew it would cover the writing and stuff.
	I nodded, "Okay, Justin, we'll do it the way you want."  I
kind of felt it as another wy to get out of taking my seed in his
mouth, but I didn't say it.  "Let's both cumon them, though,
okay?"
	"Cool!" he said, "But are we still gonna do bjs?"
	"Sure." I said.  He and I sat down on his bed and started
playing with each other's dicks.  We kept them in our pants for a
while, and I liked feeling Justin's horny young dick squirm
inside his jeans.  He was warm and wet, oozing pre-cum pretty
heavy.  He did the same to me and every once in a while, we would
look at eachother.  Justin was grinning and loving the attention.
	I finally took a minute and unzipped his Levis, and worked
my hand into them.  Again, his crotch was wet and slick with his
excitement, and I gently pulled his cock out of his fly.  I
looked at him, "No one's ever given you head?"
	"Uh uh," was all he could say.
	His hard little rod stood out of the zipper.  He was uncut
and his juices dripped down the side of it like honey.  I stuck
my tongue out and licked a litle off of it.  It tasted salty.  He
moaned and drew back a little.
	"Shhh." I soothed.
	"It feels so good."
	I nodded and licked again.  This time he just whimpered.
	He was looking down at me with a look of anticipation in his
green eyes.  I smiled at him and opened my mouth wide.  I slipped
my head down over his sdick, but didn't touch it until I could
feel the heat of his crotch on my lips.  Then I slowly closed my
mouth until his cock was enveloped in my mouth.
	"You're doin' it." he said.
	I slid up and down the short length of his dick and rubbed
my tongue against his sensitive head.
	"It feels alot different, don't it?"
	I nodded. As I slid up and down the dick, my face was
sometimes buried in his jeans, and I inhaled the smell of this
randy young boy.
	He tried to feel my dick, but it was too far away from him.
I layed on his bed and told him to, also.  After a little moving
around, I made sure my dick was in his face while I was sucking
him.  "Do me, too, Justin." I asked.
	He worked my dick out and began giving me head.  It felt
wonderful.
	We gave each other blow jobs for about ten minutes when he
popped my dick out and asked, "Are we gonna cum, now?"
	I stopped and looked at him, "Do you want to?"
	He nodded.
	We sat back up, side by side, and began to jack off each
other.
	"Remember, cum on my jeans, okay?" He asked.
	"Okay." I said.
	I watched Justin pleasuring me and watched his randy cock
ooze pre-cum and enjoyed it all.  I liked the way the boy looked
in the ragged jeans, and the fact his cock was standing out of
the open zipper just as bare as his knees through the ripped
holes excited me.  I looked across the faded jeans and imagined
my load pumping out to cover them.
	My climax hit quicker and harder than ever.  "God, Justin,
I'm cumming." I said.  I rolled toward him and he aimed my dick
at his jeans.  My cream shot out in thick, white shots of man
seed.  The first squirt shot all the way across his lap, leaving
a trail of semen across both legs.  I creamed again and again,
all over the legs of his jeans and even once or twice on his bare
knees.
	"Me,too." He said, "I'm gonna cum..."  He squirmed and
bucked under my hand and I aimed him down, over the soiled legs
of his faded jeans, and he added a huge load of his own seed to
the mess.  It seemed almost never-ending.  This really hot kid
was cumming all over his jeans, nine-ten-eleven-twelve big, full,
thick shots of randy boy-cum shooting from the spasming cock.  It
covered my hand, too, and when he finished, I licked some from my
hand.  It tasted sweet.
	"Oh, man," he said, "That is cool.  I ain't never seen so
much cum, before.  I can feel it through my jeans, its so much."
	He stood up and pulled the Levis off, carefully keeping most
of the cum on them.  "I can't wait to wear 'em tomorrow!" he
said.  He folded them up like they were freshly washed and set
them beside his bed.
	He retrieved a pair of the jeans I got him yesterday and
pulled them on.  The knees weren't torn out wide enough for him
and he ripped them wider, almost from seam to seam.
	"Boy, you sure do know what you want, don't you?" I asked.
	He just grinned at me.
	We went to the mall and saw a movie.  After wards, I rove
him home and dropped him off.  "Are we gonna do stuff tomorrow?"
He asked.
	"If you want."
	"Yea!"
	I met him the following day at his school again.  I really
didn't expect him to have the Levis on from the past day, but he
did.
	"Didn't you get into trouble for wearing those ripped up
jeans?"  I asked as he got into my car.
	He shook his head, "I hadda sneak 'em out of the house
'cause mom was still home, but I just stuck 'em in my bookbag and
changed at the gas station." He told me.
	"Didn't any teachers say anything?"
	"Nah. They don't really care, so long as they don't got no
dirty stuff on 'em or they see any."
	"So no one said anything?"
	"Oh yeah," he said, "a couple kids I know said they looked
cool, and one kid I know, Sean, said he wished he had some like
'em.  He wears rippedjeans, but he don't write on 'em or
anything."
	I looked over to him in the seat as we pulled away, "Are
they still stiff with the semen?"
	He nodded, "You should'a seen 'em this morning, they were
stuck together and really stiff."
	"And that excited you?"
	"Yea!  I even jacked off and cummed on 'em again before I
went to school."
	"Really?"
	He nodded, "An' in last period, when I started thinkin' aout
you an' me doin' stuff, I got another boner an' just rubbed on it
and cummed in 'em, again."
	He pulled up his shirt and I saw a wet stain of cum in the
ripped and faded jeans, and when I reached over and felt them,
they were stiff with the cum.
	He hunkered down in the seat and I gave a quick squeeze to
his dick.  It was already hard again in his crotch.  "I like
that..." he said.
	"I'm glad."
	"You know, I read a couple of those books you got me last
night.  Did you know in one of 'em there was a kid who is 14?
That's almost my age."
	"Really?  No, I didn't." I lied.
	"There was, an' you an' me done some'a the stuff he done.
But he done some other stuff, too, an' it sounded kinda' neat..."
	"Really, like what?"
	"He took an' let some guy stick his dick up his ass." he
told me.
	"Justin, you're 11, you couldn't do that."
	He was quiet a minute, then he scooted closer and said
quietly, "I sometimes stick a candle up there when I jack off..."
	A picture of Justin laying onhis bed on his side witrh a
candle up his butt and jacking furiously on his penis flashed in
my head, "Oh, really? How big?"
	"At first, it was kinda small, now I can do it with a big
one, almost as big as your dick."
	"So you think you're ready to try a real one?" I asked, "It
may be different, you know."
	"I figured we could try," he said, "We could get some'a that
KY Jelly they talked about in the book an' use it."
	"Justin," I said,  "You're only 11 years old, I don't know
if you could take my penis."
	"I'll try!" He said, "Please? I really want to try it."  He
reached over and put his hand in my lap, rubbing my dick.
	I nodded, "Okay, but if I hurt you, we'll quit, deal?"
	He grinned and nodded, "Okay, deal!"
	We stopped at a drug store and I bought a tube of KY Jelly.
I couldn't believe I was actually going to try anal sex on an 11
year old boy.  He seemed to really want it, and the idea was
exciting as hell, but I had decided if he was the least bit
concerned over it, I wouldn't do it.
	When we got to his house we  went to his room and he dug out
the book to show me.  He read aloud a passage about the boy in
the book having sex with an older guy and I watched his boy dick
squirt pre-cum into the already soiled Levis.  My own cock was
hard and ready in an instant.
	He put the book down and started to undo my pants.  He
pulled my dick out and started giving me a blow job, just like
the boy in the book did.  I reached over and started rubbing his
dick.  I looked around his room and saw something I never did
before.  "Justin." I said, "You never told me you were a scout."
	Hanging in his closet was a boy scout shirt.  "Yea. I am."
he said, "I didn't think you'd care."
	I shrugged, "I don't, but why don't you put the shirt on?"
	"Okay." he said and shed his t shirt and put the tan scout
shirt on.  He didn't looke quite right with the ripped Levis and
the shirt on.  I looked around his room again and saw the Lees he
was wearing yesterday, when I made him pee himself.  I got them
and felt them, they were dry, but smelled of urine.  "Will you
put these on?" I asked.
	He shrugged and grabbed them.  In a moment, he had them on
and the shirt tucked in.  The grunginess of the Lees and the
scout shirt looked right and I smiled.  "You look good like
that." I siad.
	He grinned, "I can smell the piss in these, but they do look
cool, huh?"
	We went back to what we were doing, and soon we were both
excited.  Justin had gotten on his knees and was sucking my dick.
On his hands and knees, I could reach down and rub his ass in the
Lees.  I put my hand between his butt and the waistband and
worked it down toward the crack of his ass.  He writhed and
squirmed under my hand.  The jeans were loose enough I could make
it to his butt, but tight enough to feel uncomfortable.
	I worked my other hand across his jeaned buns and felt his
tight little ass through the pants.  I reached under him and
found the snap of the jeans and undid it.  The snugness of the
jeans lessened and my hand sunk between his cheeks.
	"Oh, that's cool." Justin said and I listened to the girlish
quality of his excited voice.
	I pulled his zipper down and worked my hand further into his
crack until my fingers rested against his hot tight little
sphincter.
	"That's it." He said, "You're feelin' my asshole."
	I nodded.  "Are you sure you want to try this?"
	"Yea! Do it." He said.
	I worked his zipper all the way open and pulled his boy
scout shirt up his body.  Then I pulled his jeans down over his
butt and let them fall to his knees.  I pulled my dick out of his
mouth.  "Stay like that."  I said.
	I moved around behind Justin and took the tube of KY and
squirted some in my hand.  I moved it around my hand, warming it
up, then lathered it across my erection and across the puckered
"O" of Justin's ass.  Already, it was opening and grasping at my
finger as I greased it up.
	I pulled up behind Justin and grasped his small bony hips
gently and guided my dick at his hole.  I rested it gently
against it and asked, "Can you feel that?"
	He pushed a little against it, "Uh huh..."
	"That's it," I said, "And I am going to push it in, if you
want."
	He nodded, "Okay."  he sounded a little afraid.
	"Justin, you let me know if it hurts or if you want me to
stop, okay?"
	"I will."
	I grasped the root of my pole and aimed it squarely against
his ass and pushed gently.  It was tough going, but I felt his
ass give a little.  "Push back on it, like it was the candle." I
told him.
	He did and I felt the head of my erection go in a little.  I
looked down to see his ass stretch to take my dick.  He cried out
a little.
	"Want me to stop?"
	He shook his head, "It hurts a little, but it's pkay."
	I pushed a little harder and it slipped farther in.  The
bulbous head was almost all the way inside Justin's ass, now.
	"Justin, I'm going to push it in past the big part, okay?"
	He nodded.
	I pulled back a little and started pumping shallowly into
him, when he was relaxed a little, I pushed harder and saw and
felt the head pop all the way into his ass.
	"Ow!" he said.  "I feel it in me!"
	"Want it out?"
	"No! Fuck me, please?"
	We experimented and found a rythym and began fucking.
Justin was, of course, really tight and the sensation was
extremely good.  He was taking about four inches of me inside his
butt.  I was enjoying the feeling and talking little to Justin
until I felt his ass spasm and looked down to see him
masturbating into his jeans.  He pumped out a really big load and
I knew he probably would want me to quit, soon.
	I felt a climax building and said to him, "Where do you want
me to shoot?"
	"On my ass." he asked.
	"Okay."
	I continued for about five more minutes and felt my climax
build to an inescapable point, "Here it comes..." I said and felt
the first squirt of jism shoot into his ass before I pulled out.
I squirted about 19 times all over his ass and back.  As I was
doing it, surprisingly, Justin added another load of his boy seed
to the one in his jeans.  I couldn't believe it, but there wasn't
even any shit on my dick.  Justin's ass was clean.
	He stood up and felt my cum on his ass and back, "That is so
cool..."  he said.  He looked at his Lees, now piled at his feet.
"I cummed twice!" he said.
	"I know."
	"Next time, let's do it until you cum in me, okay?"  He
pulled up his jeans and snapped them closed.  He tucked in his
scout shirt and grinned at me.
	I looked at this boy, only 11 years old and dressed just
like I like, sloppy. His Lees had a wet stain across his crotch
where he shot his cum, and I knew my cum was on his back and ass.
"How long have you thought about this sort of thing?"  I asked.
	He shrugged, "I dunno.  I guess ever since that guy rubbed
me in the bathroom at th' ball game about two years ago."
	"What?"
	"Yea!  Dad an' me went to a Bucs game in Tampa an' I hadda'
go pee.  Dad said go ahead an' when I went into th' bathroom,
some guy was there.  He stood there while I peed an' then he said
he liked me."
	I listened to the boy intently.
	"Well, this guy asked me to turn around in front of him,
like this,"  Justin turned around and lifted his hands, "an' when
my back was to him, he reached around an' rubbed my dick.  I felt
somethin' wet hit me on my back, 'cause my shirt had come up, and
when I turned around, the guy was goin' out the door."
	"You know what he did?" I asked.
	"I didn't then, but I guess he prob'ly cum on me, huh?"
	I nodded.  "And ever since, you've been thinking about doing
stuff like we do?"
	Justin nodded, "I started lookin' at dirty books an' stuff.
An' then I started wonderin' what it felt like, so I started
rubbin' my dick.  I got boners alot, but didn't start cummin'
until last summer."
	"What were you doing when you first cum?" I asked.
	"I was at Dad's.  I was in the mall in Tampa an' I was
lookin' at a book with pictures of Johnathan Taylor Thomas, from
Home Improvement, in it.  He was wearin' some ragged jeans and I
thought they looked cool.  There was pictures of MacCauley Culkin
from Gettin' Even With Dad, too, and he had on ragged out jeans,
too.  I got a boner and started rubbin' it.  I felt it get hard
and get that feelin', but it always did that, just never cum.  I
did that day for the first time."
	"You cum in your jeans?" I asked.
	He giggled and nodded, "But I didn't really care, they were
ragged then, too.  I been wearing ragged jeans for years."
	"Okay," I said, "but I'm the first guy you ever did anything
with?"
	"The first grown up, yea."  He told me.  "Sean and me use to
jack off together, but that was before I started cummin'."
	"Does he still jack off?" I asked.
	Justin giggled again, "Yea, he got caught once at school
beatin' off in the bathroom."
	"You're kidding!"
	"Uh uh!" He laughed, "An' he cummed all over his pants, too,
when it happened."
	"How did you find out about this?"
	"I saw it!"  he told me, "It was cool."
	I laughed with him.  "How often do you jack off?"
	"I cum alot.  Sometimes I beat off, an' sometimes, I just
pop a boner when I'm riding my bike or playin' baseball or stuff.
When I'm bike ridin', sometimes I let it go down my leg and get
rubbed.  I'll cum then, too, sometimes."
	"And you don't care if you cum in your jeans?  Doesn't your
mom ever ask about the cum?"
	"I wash my own clothes when I do it." he explained.
	I shrugged, "Okay."
	"All this sex stuff got me horny, again." he grinned, "I
wanna do some more stuff."  He rubbed on his dick in his jeans.
	I felt stirrings in my own crotch and laughed.  We started
exploring each other and eventually started doing the ass
fucking, again.  Justin had cum three times before we started,
and he was building again when I started doing him.
	I couldn't believe this young boy liked this, but I knew I
liked doing it.  The feeling of my dick up his butt was great.
Looking down on the slim hips and bare ass of this boy was
exciting as hell, and watching my dick sink into him and hearing
him say how he liked it was even more so.
	I felt his ass spasm and watched another load of boy spunk
squirt out and into his jeans.  It sent me closer to the edge and
I asked him, "You want my cum in your ass, this time?"
	"Nuh uh." he said.  He stopped me from fucking him and
looked at my dick.  "Is it clean?" he asked.
	"I guess, why?"
	He got up a minute and went into his bathroom.  I heard
water running and he came out with a wash cloth.  He wiped off my
dick with it and looked at it again, "Nowit looks clean."  He
dropped the cloth and went down on me, sucking my dick into his
mouth.
	"Justin, I'm going to cum, soon."  I warned.
	He just nodded and kept giving me a blow job.  It felt great
and I watched his face contort and look up at me as he sucked my
dick.  He smiled around it and ran his tongue across the head.
I felt my climax build and said, "It's going to do it..."
	He started really going down on me, and I felt the heat
spasm-tension-release of a climax build in my nuts.  They
tightened against my stomach and I know Justin saw it and knew
what it meant.  The climax built to a point where my nuts
couldn't hold it and it shot up the length of my dick towards
Justin's waiting mouth.  I felt the first blast of jism shoot out
and watched Justin jerk back slightly as it hit him.  The rest
ofmy load followed in nine quick squirts.  Justin took it all in
his mouth and looked somewhat surprised at it.
	I saw his throat work and knew he was swallowing some of my
load and couldn't believe it.
	He let my dick go and I saw the stringy mess of my sperm in
his mouth. It coated his tongue and strung between his teeth. The
whitness of the sperm was contrasted by the redness of his gums.
 There seemed to be alot, or else it was the smallness of his
mouth.  He squished it around his mouth a little and "tasted" it
before he spit some out into his palm and looked at it.  He
swllowed the rest in another two gulps and looked at me.  "I did
it, huh?"
	"Did what?"
	"I guess I'm gay, now?"
	"Gay? Why?"
	"Only gay guys suck dicks and eat cum..."
	"If you didn't want to do it, why did you?"
	He rubbed his palm over his thigh, "I guess I wanted to do
it...Will it make me sick?"
	I shook my head, "No, it won't."
	Justin looked at me with concern in his face.  I could tell
this was a step for him.  "Want me to go home?" I asked.
	He shrugged.
	"I will, if you want."
	"Okay..."
	I looked at him, "Are we still friends?"
	He shrugged.
	"Tell you what.  I'll go home.  You think about this, okay?
If you still want to be friends, I'll be at your school tomorrow.
If you want to see me, again, just come on over...we don't even
need to do stuff tomorrow, just say hi or something.  If you
don't want to see me again, just go on home and don't even stop,
okay?"
	He looked at me with worry in his face, "Will you tell
anyone?"
	"Of course not!" I assured him, "Why would I?"
	He shrugged.
	I looked around his room,  I liked this boy alot, and if I
couldn't see him, I at least wanted something of his to remember
him by.  "Could I ask one more favor of you?"
	He nodded.
	"In case you don't want to see me, could I get something of
yours to remember you by?"
	"Like what?"
	"MAybe a pair of your jeans?"  I asked, "Since you like them
so much?"
	"Okay, which ones?"
	"How about the Levis we both cum on?" I asked.
	He shrugged and found them, handing them to me.
	I stood up and looked at Justin.  I folded the jeans up and
put them under my arm.  He looked at me.  I reached down and
tousled his hair and he smiled a little.  I started out of his
room and he called  "Hey."
	I turned around and he walked to me.  I couldn't help it, I
leaned down and gave him a hug.  He hugged back.
	When I went home, I went into my room an started smelling
the Levis.  I could smell Justin's scent in them, his fresh boy
scent and the dried cum and a little piss.  The jeans were a
really big turnon for me and I found myself masturbating while
looking at them.  Imagining Justin doing the same thing, I pumped
three loads of my cum into them.
	The next day, I was at his school about ten minutes before I
needed to be and I sat there looking for Justin.  When the bell
rang, I watched the children file out and my heart jumped when I
saw him.
	He was wearing a black No Fear tshirt , really big, of
course, and a pair of the jeans we had got at the thrift store.
The jeans were dirty, covered in red clay stains, and the knees
were torn out a little bigger than I remembered.  He looked
around and saw ny car and smiled.  He waved and ran over to me.
I was so glad he was coming over I let my breath out in an
audible sigh.
	He opened the door and tossed his bookbag in the back seat
and got in.
	"I'm sorry 'bout yesterday..." he said.
	I smiled at him, "Don't worry."
	"All I could think about last night was doin' it with you,
an' how I would miss it if we stopped." he said.
	I looked at him.
	"We played baseball in PE, an' I knew we would, so I didn't
dress out so I could rag these out some more.  I slid into base
alot and I popped a boner when I was doin' it."
	I looked at the jeans, there wasn't any writing on them, but
they looked very much like jeans Justin would like to wear.
	"After PE, I went to th'bathroom an' started to jack off.
Guess what?"
	"What?"
	"Well, I was gettin' ready to jack off an' Sean came in..."
	"No way!"
	He grinned, "Yeah! An' he heard me in th' stall an' asked
who was there."
	"Did you tell him?"
	"Yeah.  An' then he asked what I was doin'."
	"You told him?"
	"No.  I showed him."  And Justin grinned at me.
	"You did what?"
	"I went over to his stall, after I locked th' door, an' I
showed him."
	"You jacked Sean off?"
	He nodded, "Actually, we jacked off each other, an' I made
him cum on my jeans, an' I cum on his, too."
	I watched Justin talk to me and saw him begin to rub another
boner growing in his crotch.  This boy was really quite horny,
and - I'm glad -  eager to do it.
	"So, now you're going to do stuff with Sean, huh?"
	"Maybe," he said, "He said he kinda liked it."
	"Did he squirt alot?"
	Justin pulled up his t shirt, "I ain't cum, yet, so the cum
you see is all Sean's."
	I looked on his thigh and could see the large stain of semen
on his jeans.  I reached over and felt it, it was stiff.  So was
the randy cock hidden inside the jeans.
	"He seems to have."
	"He did!  An' when he cummed, he shot off like crazy!"
	I laughed,  "It looks as though you probably want to go home
again, huh?"
	He nodded.  "But today, can we go to your house?"
	"Sure, I guess." I said.
	"Cool!"
	We went to Justin's house and I waited for him while he went
inside to change.  When he came out, he was wearing another pair
of jeans I didn't recognize.  These were Lees, again, but they
were not one I had seen in his room.  Both knees were worn out
from seam-to-seam and about three inches high, and they looked
really exciting on Justin.  He was also wearing a Gators t-shirt
that hung off his shoulders really large.  He was also carrying a
bag.
	He got in and I started the car, backing out,  "What's in
the bag?"
	"More jeans..."
	"Why?"
	"Just in case."
	As I drove, I looked over at Justin and was amazed at how
cute and exciting I found him.  He was innocent in his youth, yet
captivating, too.  He was smooth, tanned, and fit, yet slim.  His
small frame and blonde hair, green eyed face and girlish, not
quite-yet changed voice were intoxicating.  I looked down his
body over the sloppy tshirt and torn jeans and found the rogueish
looks ever so alluring.  Just looking at him gave me a hard on.
	He looked over at me and caught me looking at his crotch, "
Yeah, I got a boner..."  He said.  He reached over and felt mine.
	"Justin, do only what you want..."
	"I will..." he said.
	He rubbed my dick a little, getting me really hard and
anxious.  His own boner popped up straight and hard against the
jeans.
	"Go ahead an' feel me." he asked.
	I put my hand over into Justin's blue-jeaned lap and he
spread his legs wide and scooted down in the seat.  "I like th'
way that feels."
	We drove in silence a while, Justin rubbing my dick and me
doing it to him.  It didn't take too long until there was a wet
spot of his pre-cum in the jeans.  Whenever we would stop at
lights or get another car close to us, we would stop.
	"You remember that time we were wrestlin' an' you made me
piss my jeans?"
	"Sure.  Why?"
	"What did you think of that?"
	I shrugged, "I'm sorry I made you do it, if it embarassed
you."
	"I dunno.  I ain't done it before, but it felt kinda cool."
	"Really? Why?"
	"I dunno.  I guess 'cause it was warm an' wet and felt
good."
	"OK." I said, "Why did you bring that up?"
	"I dunno."
	We drove the rest of the way back to my house in silence.
Justin was still rubbing my dick, and I was returning the favor.
	we pulled into the driveway and went inside. Justin asked if
I had anything to drink and I told in the the refrigerator.  He
went in and opened the door.  "Beer! Cool.  Can I have some?"
	"You ever drink before?"
	"Dad lets me, a little."
	"Okay, then, take one."
	He drank the whole beer in gulps and looked at me, "Can I
have more?"
	I agreed and he drank three more.  I knew he was going to be
alittle drunk, but didn't mind.
	Justin grabbed the bag of jeans and dumped them on the
floor.
"Know what I wanna do?"  He pulled off his t shirt and stood
there naked from the waist up.
	"What?"
	"I wanna piss my pants, again, it was cool."
	"Okay," I said, "Which pair do you want to wear?"
	He smiled at me and stood there a minute and then I saw a
wet stain appear in his crotch and spread quickly, all over the
front of the Lees and then down the legs.  Justin was standing in
front of me purposely peeing the jeans he had on.
	"Boy, Justin," I said, "that looks interesting." I had never
been turned on by piss before, even the idea of Justin peeing
himself when I tickled him wasn't, but seeing him stand there and
force his urine into his pants really did get my dick hard.
	"It feels cool," he said, "I'll bet mom would be really mad
at me, now!"
	I reached over and felt his cock through the wet jeans and
it was really hard and pulsing.  I started rubbing him and before
long, the urine stopped flowing.  By then, the jeans were sopping
with piss, and thesmell was strong on him.
	He reached down and started playing with my dick, and soon I
was as hard as the boy was.
	"Fuck my ass, will you?" He asked.
	"Are you sure?"
	He nodded, "But after you cum in me, will you eat my cum?"
	I thought about taking this horny boy's seed in my mouth and
nodded, I really wanted to taste a fresh load of him.  "You want
me to cum IN you, though?"
	He nodded, "I don't care if I'm gay, it feels so fuckin'
good."
	I unsnaped the pants and let them open to his zipper tab.  I
slowly pulled it down until his hairless cock was visible.
Suddenly, he pulled the zipper back up and snapped the jeans
closed.
	"Justin?"
	"I got a cool idea, since I got some more jeans with me, why
don't you just rip these off of me and fuck me then?"
	I looked at Justin, "You want me to rip your jeans open and
then do it?"
	He nodded and turned around, sticking his butt at me.  The
jeans were tight across his ass, and I could see they were worn.
	"How do you want me to do it?"
	"If you put your hands in my pockets, and pull out, they
would prob'ly rip..." he said.
	I stuck both hands into the back pockets of his Lees and
felt his ass through them.  The jeans were wet even here, and
Justin was rubbing his butt against my hands.  I pulled hard
against the pockets and heard the denim begin to tear.
	"Is it doin' it?" he asked.
	I answered by pulling down and watching the pockets rip
almost off, leaving holes where they were sewn to the jeans.  I
put my fingers into the holes and started ripping them wider.
The old denim tore all the way across the seam to the seam that
ran down his ass crack.  When it reached there, it started down
the seam.  Justin's butt cheek was visible beneath the denim.
	"Cool!"  Justin squealed.
	My cock raged hard against my pants and I felt pre-cum ooze.
I couldn't believe I found this exciting.  I ripped the jeans a
little more and could see the crack of his ass.  I pulled the
remaining denim to one side and opened my zipper.  My cock
plopped out and I ran some of the pre-cum around the head.  I
reached around to his dick and rubbed some of his pre-cum all
over my hand and used it to lube up his hole.
	"Oh, God, fuck me." he asked.
	I aimed my dick at his hole and put it against him.  His
hole almost gulped my cock as I slid forward into him.  I reveled
in the tight, hot feel of his boy ass grabbing my dick and
started to thrust into him.
	Justin met it with thrusts of his own and he moaned about
the feel.   I was oozing enough pre-cum we didn't need lubricant,
and the heat of our bodies slapping together was wonderful.  I
held his hips as I thrust, and looking across his back and butt
as I slipped in and out of him made me feel wonderful.  I used
one hand to run through his blonde hair, then down to his randy
cock as it stood at full attention from his crotch.
	"Oh, man, it feels so fuckin' good..." Justin moaned.
	I fucked this boy for about twenty minutes and felt my
climax build.  "Justin, it's about time..."
	"Will I feel it?" he asked.
	"I don't know." I said truthfully.  "Want me to tell you?"
	"I think I'll know..."
	I looked down at Justin as I fucked him.  The ripped jeans
and hot, sweaty body of him gave me more sexual pleasure and I
felt my climax build.  I slowed down and thought a little bit
about what I was doing, just enough to get my cock under control
and went back to centering on the feelings of my dick and the
pleasure it gave me.  Justin had begun jacking off and I kept
stopping him from climaxing, knowing if he did, he would want me
to, also.
	Finally, about forty minutes after starting, I felt my
climax build and let it.  It felt wonderfully full and almost
apinful as it built from my nuts up along the length of my dick.
My balls tigtened up taught and my muscles started spasming.  I
slowed down a little and told Justin to turn over.  He rolled
onto his back, with my dick still in his ass, and he looked up at
me pumping into him.  His little boy-dick stood fully hard and
dripping pre-cum, standing out of the zipper of the torn jeans.
His green eyes sparkled and he grinned at me, and it happened.
	My sperm gushed up my dick and splashed out into his tight
little boy hole.  He gave a little "oh!" and thrust to meet my
pumps.  I could feel my cum ooze into the boy's ass and coat my
dick, making my thrusts easier.  I climaxed about a dozen times
into him, coating the hot walls of his ass with my sperm. I could
feel him spasm against my boner and knew he was feeling my
ejaculate as it splashed into his canal. Some of the cum oozed
out and down his crack, too. I pulled out of him and immediately
went down on his dick, sucking it with abandon.  His pre-cum
tasted salty, but his cock was hard and rigid inmy mouth. He lit
up like a tree, bouncingaround and saying it felt good. He was
active, and keeping his small, slim member in my mouth and giving
him a really good blow job was a chore.  I loved the feel of the
dick in my mouth, and the smell of him was wonderful.  In less
than five minutes, he gushed a full load of his randy seed into
my mouth and I eagerly took it all. It was another seemingly
endless blast of randy boy seed and I felt it fill my mouth in
spurt after spurt. I purposely pulled off his cock and opened my
mouth, like he did when he swallowed my load, and let Justin see
his cum in my mouth. There was alot, and it felt thick on my
tongue. I tasted his fresh cum for a second,  it tasted sweet and
thick, and swallowed it.  I then began cleaning his shrinking rod
with my tongue and when I finished, pulled off.
	We both stood up an Justin looked at me,  "That was fuckin'
awesome.  I could feel you cummin' in my butt."
	I nodded, "Your cum was wonderful."  I said.  I looked at
him in the ripped jeans.
	He pulled the ruined jeans off and grabbed for a pair of the
ones he brought.  "No. Hold on." I said.
	I went into my bedroom and got the pair he gave me and
handed them to him.  "Wear these."
	He took the jeans and unfolded them.  My dried cum let loose
with the sound of velcro and he looked at me and grinned, "You
cummed in them, huh?"
	I nodded.
	He pulled on the Levis and snapped them shut and zippered
them.  He stood there and let me look at him.  My dick grew hard
again just knowing how soiled the jeans were.  There was enough
dried cum on them to actually smell it, a dank, musty smell.
	Justin ran his hands downthe thighs of the pants and said,
"Gosh, there's alot of cum on 'em, huh?"
	"Yes, I jacked off on them a couple times..."
	He moved around a little and said, "You know, I can feel
your cum in my butt, too.  It feels kind of weird."
	"If you want, you can go take a dump and get rid of it."
	He pulled at the seat of the Levis a little, "Nah, I kind of
like the feel of it oozin' out a lil', it feels cool."
	I surveyed his jeans and said, "You know, I think those
Levis are your favorite..."
	He shook his head, "I got another pair of Levis I REALLY
like, an' I just found 'em yesterday.  They ain't acid washed or
nothin', an' they're almost 2 years old."
	"2 years? And you can still wear them?"
	He nodded, "They was always a little big on me, and now they
are just about right, wanna see 'em?"
	"Sure. Where are they?"
	"I got 'em here..." he dropped to his knees, both poking out
of the jeans, and dug through the pile of jeans on the floor.
There was five pairs and the pair he pulled out were almost the
perfect pair of jeans.
	They were worn and faded, but only from washing.  Both knees
had been worn out in big, round holes with plenty of white
threads hanging, and the pants showed wear in high stress areas
like the back pockets and the hems.
	Justin pulled off the soiled jeans and yanked these over his
slim hips and closed them up.  Suddenly, this blonde haired boy
was the picture of everything I liked in boys.
	Because there wasn't anything but faded scrawls on the legs,
and the big holes in the knees, and over sized t shirt, Justin
looked innocent and about 10 years old.  He stuck a hand in a
pocket and rubbed his dick, and grinned at me.  "I'm gettin' a
boner..."
	I turned him around and looked at the jeans from every
angle.  They were perfectly worn, and they clung to his tight
butt in faded glory.  The tag was so worn I could only barely
make out that they were 12 slims.  There were no stains on them,
and no dirty spots- yet.
	That afternoon, Justin and I masturbated each other a total
of five times each, a record for me, and all ten loads of hot,
creamy cum got launched over the legs and the lap of the Levis.
	Justin's cum kept getting thicker and more copious as thw
afternoon wore on, and the final time he cum, there was quite
alot of it.
	"I'm wearin' these to school tomorrow!" he said.
	I looked over at him, sitting beside me and couldn't believe
how much sperm was on the jeans.  There was squirts all across
his legs, pooling in his crotch, and drying all over the pants.
Justin stood up and pulled off the Levis and folded them.
	He grabbed another pair from the pile and pulled them on.
These were Lees, again, and both knees had been worn out and the
hems were worn.  I couldn't believe I still had a boner looking
at Justin.
	He and I spent about thirty minutes writing on the legs of
his jeans with a pen and then he decided he needed to pee, again.
	"I think I'll piss my jeans, again."  he said.
	"Why don't you piss in the Levis we cummed in, and tomorrow
you can wear them when we go to the mall or whatever."
	"Which ones? The ones today or the ones I gave ya?"
	"These..." I said and picked up the acid washed Levis he
gave me.
	"Okay." He said, and replaced his jeans with the Levis.
	He stood with his legs apart a little and wet the Levis with
a full, hot load of piss. It ran into his crotch and stained it
darker and dripped down his legs.  He changed back into the Lees
we had drawn on and I just shook my head.
	Justin needed to go home a little after that and I came home
afterward and smelled his pee in the wet jeans.  It smelled
wonderful and reminded me of him.  I masturbated another load of
my man seed into them.
	The next day, when I met Justin at school, I was surprised
to see him with another boy.  The other boy was about Justin's
size, but he had unruly brown hair.  The other boy was wearing a
big t shirt and ripped jeans.  As usual, Justin was also wearing
a really large t shirt and worn jeans, although not the Levis
from the previous night that he said he was going to wear.  The
jeans he had on were a pair I didn't recognize.  The two boys ran
up to my car and I looked at the new boy.  He had blue eyes and a
charming face and he looked in at me.  He smiled and I saw he had
white teeth that were alluring.
	Both boys got into the front seat and the brown haired boy
was between Justin and me.
	"Who's your friend, Justin?"
	"This is Sean..." he said.
	I looked over at Sean and recognized the jeans he had on as
the Lees Justin and I had written all over.  "Aren't those your
jeans, Justin?"
	"Yea.  Sean came over last night an' wanted to wear 'em, so
I let him, today."
	"I think they're cool..." Sean said.
	Justin looked down at the jeans he had on.  "These'r
Sean's."
he looked at them closer, "They're kinda wore, but not tore up,
an' he don't write on 'em."
	"Mom gets pissed when I do..." Sean explained.
	"So does mine, but I don't care." Justin said.  He reached
down and examined the knees,  "These'r really thin in the knees,
Sean, can I rip 'em out?"
	He shrugged, "Mom'll be mad..."
	Justin grabbed the left knee like he did his own jeans and
pulled the distressed denim apart.  They parted with a muted rip
and he giggled.  "One down..."  He did the same to the other
knee.  Both of his knees poked through the new holes from seam to
seam.
	"Oh, man, mom's gonna be so pissed..."
	"They're only Rustlers," Justin said, "I'll give ya a pair
of mine..."
	Sean looked over the Lees he had on, "I know some'a this is
your writin'," he said, "but who's is the rest?"
	"His." Justin said.  "I told ya, this guy's cool."   Justin
started rubbing his dick in his jeans, and Sean got real wide
eyed.  Justin laughed, "He don't care..."  Justin reached over
and rubbed at Sean's crotch.
	"Justin!" Sean said.  But, at the same time, Sean sort of
parted his legs, letting Justin at his crotch more.  It was not
unlike the way Justin reacted to my roaming hand.  I watched his
crotch fill with excited boy-dick.
	Justin rubbed himself to a boner and the two boys sat there
and rubbed themselves as we drove.
	"You boys want to go home?" I asked.
	"Do we have'ta?" Sean asked.
	"No, what else would we do, though?"
	"Let's get off!" Justin said.
	"Only if that's what Sean wants." I answered.
	"You mean, like, jack off?"
	"Hell, no!" Justin said, "I mean like I'll suck your dick."
	"No way!" Sean said in a disbelieving way.
	"Yes, way." Justin said. "An' you don't have'ta do it to me,
neither."
	Sean grinned, "I'll jack you..."
	"I got an idea.." Justin said, "Can we go an' get Sean some
ragged out jeans at that store?"
	"What store?" Sean asked.
	"It's a store I found that's got lots of ragged out jeans
and stuff."
	"Really? That'd be cool to have some ragged jeans that mom'd
not know about, an' I could do stuff to them..." Sean said.
	"You like ragged jeans, too?" I asked.
	He nodded, "But mom don't let me wear many, 'cause she says
they look bad."
	"Do you think they do?" I asked.
	He shook his head, "I like it when Justin wears ragged
jeans, an' I like my jeans when they get holes in 'em."
	"And you want some that you could maybe, like, wear and your
mom wouldn't know about?"
	Sean nodded.  "Can I get some?"
	"Sure..."
	"See? I told ya he was cool, an' you can keep the jeans at
my house." Justin said.
	We went to the thrift store and Sean found 3 pairs of jeans
he really liked.  Two were Levis very much like Justin's and the
third were a pair of Arizona Jean Co. jeans that were really torn
up.  Whoever had had them before they were given away wore them
when they were too long and the hems were worn ragged.  The knees
were worn out in big holes that showed most of Sean's legs from
about two inches above his knees to almost his socks.  Watching
him try them on brought my dick to full attention, and I know
Justin was excited about it, also.  He had a hand in the pocket
of the Rustlers and was rubbing his huge hard-on.
	"Man, I wish I had those..." Justin said.
	"Find yourself a pair." I answered.
	Justin shook his head, "Nah, I wanna wear those Levis at
your house."
	"Okay, if you're sure..."
	He nodded, "I AM!"
	We bought the jeans for Sean and he changed into them at the
gas station.  He still had a boner when he got back into my car.
"You guys want to come over?"  I asked.
	"Yea!" Justin said.  Sean nodded, too.
	We drove to my house, with two young, horny boys rubbing
each other's cocks riding in my front seat.  Each time we stopped
at a light, I would look over at them.  Both boys had wet spots
of pre-cum in their crotches really quick.
	"Sean," I said, "how long have you been doing this sort of
thing?"
	He shrugged, "A little while...it feels good."
	I nodded, "I know, you don't mind doing it with other
people?"
	He shook his head, "Me an' Justin been doin' it for a long
time, but we quit a little while ago an' didn't do it for
awhile."
	"Why?"
	He shrugged, "I dunno..."
	"It's because I started cummin'"  Justin said, "I didn't
know if it would freak him out."
	"You saw me cum, before, in the bathroom when you an' the
other guys caught me..."
	"Yea, an' to tell ya the truth, when I got home, I jacked
off thinkin' about that, but I still didn't know if you would do
it with me."
	"Sure! Why not? I guess you found that out yesterday, huh?"
Sean grinned.
	Justin laughed, "Yeah, I guess I did."
	"You'll really suck my dick?" Sean asked.
	Justin nodded, "An' I don't care what you think, as long as
you don't tell nobody."
	"Hell, no."  Sean said, "I always wanted to get a blow job!"
	"They feel fuckin' great." Justin said, "An' maybe we'll try
other stuff, too."
	"Like what?"
	"Butt fuckin'," Justin said, "I like to get fucked."
	Sean looked at me and asked, "You fucked Justin's butt?"
	"Yea, I asked him to, it feels cool." Justin siad, "When the
cum squirts up there, it feels really cool."
	We were pulling into my driveway as he finished and I turned
to the two boys, "Justin, remember, only do what Sean wants, ok?"
	"Can I see what butt fuckin' is like?" Sean asked, "Can I
watch you do Justin?"
	"I guess," I said, "If Justin doesn't care."
	"Sure! He can even do it to me, if he wants."
	We went inside and Justin immediately got the Levis to wear.
Between the cum and the piss, they smelled pretty strong.
	"These'r some'a the jeans we fucked up," Justin said as he
shed the Rustlers and pulled the Levis on, "ain't they cool?"
	Sean looked at them and felt the dried cum, "You sure have
messed 'em up..."
	"Yea, I like 'em, alot."
	Sean nodded, "Me, too.  Mom would never let me wear any like
that."
	"You got on a pair of fucked up jeans, an' I'm horny.  Wanna
do stuff?" Justin asked.
	I guessed I was going to get to watch them, ay least for
awhile.
	"I wanna get a blow job..." Sean said.
	Justin grinned and dropped to his knees in front of his
friend and started rubbing Sean in his jeans.  Sean got a look of
wonderment on his face and stood there letting Justin do what he
wanted.
	Justin quickly opened Sean's zipper and pulled out his dick.
Sean's cock was a little longer than Justin's, but just as thin.
He was cut, and I thought his dick would feel good to play with
and even suck.
	"You're gonna like a blow job, Sean, just wait an' see."
Justin said.
	Justin made Sean sit in a chair and he moved around so I
could watch.  When Justin pursed his lips and touched the head of
Sean's cock, my own dick leapt harder in my pants.  He brought a
wad of spit up and let it drip onto his friend's cock and
followed with his lips.
	"Gosh, that feels cool." Sean said as Justin slid down onto
his dick.
	I watched Justin give a blow job and rubbed my own cock a
little.  I then saw Justin had a boner and was having trouble
playing with it, so I joined him on the floor and started rubbing
him harder in his jeans.  The stiff stains of cum and smell of
the cum and piss was a big turn-on and I could feel his pre-cum
squirt hot and heavy into the jeans.
	"I'm gonna cum..." Sean said.
	"Do it, Sean," I said, "shoot off in Justin's mouth."
	Sean looked surprised and muttered an "oh!" as he began to
squirt.  He humped into Justin's face and I guessed he was
cumming.  Justin worked his cheeks and jaw and looked very much
like a baby on a bottle as his frined filled his mouth with a
different type of cream. "I'm doin' it..." Sean said, "I'm -
cummin' - in- his - mouth."
	Justin worked Sean's dick for all it was worth and pulled
off, running his tongue over his lips.
	Justin looked at me and said, "He tastes different..."
	I pulled Justin's fly open and worked his cock out and
jacked it.  Within seconds, he squirted his cum all over his pant
leg.
	Both boys had popped their first load within five minutes of
starting.  But I knew there was alot more where that came from.
	I pulled Justin's jeans down to around his ankles and
started fucking him.  Sean got down and watched us.  Sean left
his dick out of his jeans and was playing with it, bringing up
another boner.  Justin saw it and said "Cum on my face, ok,
Sean?"
	Sean stared at Justin and nodded.
	As I fucked Justin, sean watched and jacked off.  He was
enjoying the show and Justin was moaning and moving around and
saying how he liked it.  I could tell by the way Sean played with
his dick he jacked off alot, and watching another boy get turned
on by watching me fuck the ass of his friend was exciting.
	I fucked Justin for about ten minutes and then Sean said,
"I'm gonna cum." and scooted in close to Justin's face.
	"Yea, cum on me..." Justin asked and it happened.
	When Sean started creaming, it happened in quick, cannon
like spurts.  He cum 24 times, covering Justin's face with his
seed. Sean's semen splashed across Justin's face and landed in
his eyebrows, his hair, and on his lips. I felt Justin spasm and
knew he was squirting into his jeans piled at his feet and I
climaxed.  I added my semen in his ass as the two boys spilled
thier second load.
	"You're right," Sean said with a red face, "this IS fun!"
	"He just cummed in me," Justin said, "It'd be real easy for
you to fuck me, now."
	"Okay, but first, I gotta pee..."
	Justin looked at me and I shrugged.  He turned and looked at
his friend, "Hey. Sean, can I ask ya to do somethin'?"
	Sean nodded.
	Justin stood up and pulled his jeans up and snapped them
closed and zippered them, "Piss on me, will'ya?"
	"You want me to pee on you?" Sean asked.  "That's cool, I
piss myself alot and it feels cool."
	Justin smiled.
	Sean walked over to Justin and aimed his flaccid cock at his
friend.  "Piss all over my jeans.." Justin asked.
	Sean shook his head. "Put my Rustlers on, again, I wanna
piss on 'em."
	"Have you peed on them before?" I asked.
	He nodded.
	Justin stripped the Levis off and pulled on his friend's
Rustlers and stood in front of Sean.
	Sean aimed his dick at Justin and strained.  In a second,
yellow pee flowed from his cock all over the front of Justin's
jeans.
	"Oh, man, that feels COOL!" Justin said and stood still,
letting his friend's urine splash all over the front of the
jeans.  His dick began to grow hard underneath the denim.
	Sean's cock grew harder as he pissed until the urine was cut
off and his boy-dick stood out of the zipper in another horny
hard-on.  "I ain't never peed on anyone else. but it feels cool,
to."
	I looked at Sean as he stood there and wanted him, badly.
	"You gonna fuck me?" Justin asked.
	"Can I cum in you, too?"
	"Yea, sure." Justin said and opened his pants and turned
around to face Sean.
	"Sean, why don't you let Justin try you?" I asked.
	"What? Let him fuck me?" Sean asked.
	"Cool!" Justin said.
	"You've gotten off by him, but he's only jacked off, let him
try it." I asked.
	Sean thought about it and nodded, "Okay, I guess."
	The two boys started geting ready to try it and I watched.
Justin told Sean how to get down and then got the KY and lubed up
just like I had.
	When they began, I couldn't believe how turned on I was by
the sight of two 11 year old boys doing this carnal thing.
	Sean enjoyed the feel of the invading dick after it began,
and I felt my own cock begin to grow hard in my pants, again.
	I worked it out and got close to Sean's face as he was being
fucked.  Before I realized what I was doing, my cock was buried
in this boy's mouth and I was teaching anothewr boy how to give a
blow job.
	Justin grinned at me as he fucked his friend's ass and I
watched the boys play.  Sean was pretty good at sucking dick and
I kind of thought he may have done it before.
	After a short time, Justin pulled out of Sean's ass with a
pop and splashed another big load of horny boy cum on Sean's
back.  It brought me to full excitement and I said, "I'm cumming,
Sean."
	It was then I knew Sean had done this before because he
pushed my dick into his mouth and let my cum splash against the
side of his mouth. He worked his tongue across my head as
skillful as any hooker and brought me off to a very satisfying
climax.
	Justin watched and looked surprised when Sean swallowed my
cum.  "You swallowed him?" He asked.
	Sean nodded, somewhat embarassed.
	"Who taght you how to give blow jobs?" I asked.
	Sean shrugged.
	"You're very good," I said, "it's nothing to be embarassed
about."
	Sean looked at me and said, "Brian, my Big Brother, showed
me how."
	"Big brother?" I asked.
	"You ain't got a brother." Justin said.
	"No, my Big Brother.  He use'ta rub me and make me squirt in
my jeans, an' then he showed me how to suck his dick and he likes
it."
	"So you give him blow jobs alot?"  I asked.
	He nodded, "He likes it, he cums in my mouth, on my face,
and all over my jeans.  I like it when I do it."
	"You're good," I said, "why don't you show Justin and maybe
let him suck you off, again, too."
	"Okay," Sean said "I liked it, alot."
	"I got an idea," Justin said to Sean, "Let's wear our ragged
jeans somewhere an' cum in 'em."
	"What do you mean?" I asked.
	"Let's go to the movies or somethin' and me an' Sean'll rub
each other off in our jeans."
	"That sounds cool." Sean said.
	So Sean and Justin got into the jeans they wnted to wear to
the movies, Sean in the Arizona jeans I bought him and Justin in
the cum and piss filled Levis that were left at my house.
	"You're wearin' THOSE?" Sean asked.
	Justin nodded, "They're cool."
	I watched these two friend get into my car and couldn't
believe it.  Both were horny, sexy kids and they liked doing this
stuff.