Date: 14 Nov 2005 20:44:46 -0000
From: Jim Jones <6z0pny402@sneakemail.com>
Subject: Kirby

100% smut.  No relation to anybody living, dead, or otherwise.

Enjoy.

I was just shopping for a new movie at one of those big electronics stores,
and saw this kid.  Cutest little fucker I'd ever laid eyes on.  His hair
was the color of stained pinewood, not quite blond but not quite brown
either.  He was about maybe 5'4", but that was a guess.  Couldn't be more
than 14.  I was instantly hard, just looking at him.

I studied the boy, pretending to be interested in some game that was on
display.  He had a nice butt, his jeans told me that right away.  I
puttered around, pretending to look at other games but really trying to see
this kid from different angles.  I liked his lips, they were soft and very
kissable.  He was driving me absolutely nuts, so I headed off to the
restrooms to privately jerk off and imagine what he could do to my dick
with that cute mouth of his.

I was leaning against the bathroom sink and splashing some water on my face
when I heard the door open.  I pretended I didn't see him.  The little
imp's hand brushed against my ass as he made his way to the urinal.

I bit my lip.

He went to a urinal, undid his pants, and then let them drop completely.
God, his naked ass was a beautiful sight to see!  A perfect bubble butt,
smooth as anything.

"I know you've been checking me out," he said to me, his face still to the
urinal.  I heard pee hitting the urinal.

I hesitated, then licked my finger and walked up behind him.  "Maybe I am,"
I remarked.

He paused, as his pee stopped.  "Maybe I want more than just that."  He
said, wiggling his butt for emphasis.

I bit my lip again, and then reached around his waist with one hand to
grasp his penis, while guiding my wettened finger to his boy hole.  As my
finger pushed against his ass and slid in, he groaned.

"Maybe I'd like to give you more."  I whispered in his ear, right before I
kissed his neck.

He practically melted right into it, moaning as my finger slid into his
tight pucker.  I began to finger-fuck his hole, and stroked his still-hard
cock artfully.  My tongue was busy tickling his ear, and nuzzling his neck.
It wasn't long before the cum came, shooting out into the urinal.  He
gasped when he came, his knuckles white as a sheet because he was holding
onto the urinal so tightly as I worked him first with one finger, then
pushed a second into his ass.

After he came, I wiped his cock head with a finger to collect some of his
boyjuice, and licked it.  If I could bottle that stuff, I'd never need
honey again.  His juice is that sweet.  Pure necter of the gods.  A part of
my mind actually wondered if boy cum WAS the legendary Ambrosia the Greek
gods were so hot about.  I filed that train of thought for another time, as
it explained a great deal but wasn't important at that moment.  I pulled
out of him, and he turned around.

He gave me the warmest smile, and kissed me full on the lips.  His tongue
slid into my mouth, and I felt his hands stroking MY ass as he pressed his
body against mine.  Any thoughts about anthropology, myth, legend, or
history flew out of my mind immediately.  This kid knew how to KISS!

I stroked his face and cupped his ball sac, before we pulled out of the
kiss.  He pulled his pants back up, and smiled again.  "555-3962", he said
as he went to wash up.

"Huh?"  I said stupidly.  My mind was still on how good that kiss was.

"My cell phone.  555-3962.  My name's Kirby."

I nodded, whipping out a pen and writing it on my arm.  "Jeff," I answered
him as I washed my own hands off.  I paused, then cocked my head as an idea
hit me.  "Do you have any plans for today?"

"No," he shook his head, hopping up on the sink.

I cocked my head, in thought.  "Go around to the back of the building, and
wait for me.  I'll call you on my car phone, and I'll pick you up there.
I'd like to... continue this, Kirby."  I said as I slid a hand under his
red shirt, rubbing his boychest and giving him a kiss of my own on his soft
lips.  He blushed, and kissed me back.

"Okay!" He chirped happily.  That shit-eating grin on his face was
infectious, and I couldn't help grinning back at him as he hopped off the
sink and left the bathroom.

I glanced around the empty restroom, and suddenly realized that we'd been
completely uninterrupted during our short sexual encounter.  As I left the
bathroom, I figured out WHY.

A handwritten note had been taped on the bathroom door that wasn't there
when I came in.  "Out of Order".  I spotted Kirby halfway to the front door
of the store.  He looked at me, then at the sign, then at me again.

He winked, and left the store.

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-Jim.