Date: Sat, 10 Nov 2001 17:20:37 -0800 From: Cats Tales Subject: Lucky Me Chapter 01 (t,b) Lucky Me By CatsTales@hotmail.com Note: The following story contains explicit details of fictional sex between Men, Teen and younger boys. Anyone finding this sort of material offensive and anyone not legally old enough to read it should close here. The characters and events are purely fictional and not intended to portray any real events, condone or encourage any of the activities described. Lucky Me By CatsTales Chapter One-Shower Glory I'd never considered myself very lucky; in fact, the opposite was pretty much the way I felt my life had been going in the first sixteen years. My name is Nicholas Garant, Nick to my few friends and I want to tell you how all that changed on one hot, July afternoon this year. That's when Barry and his family moved into the house across the street from ours and I first got a glimpse of him darting inside with a cardboard box. As many years as I'm given, that image will never fade, god willing. Two long years had past since I'd admitted to myself that I liked guys more then girls, well boys to be exact. Hairy, muscular men did nothing to excite me, but lean, slim boys, oh man I lost count of the number times such images filled my brain as I stroked myself in the bathtub, my bed, the school bathrooms, you name it, I jacked off there. Ever since my younger cousin, by two years, had happily played Truth or Dare, the dares becoming increasingly 'daring' and wound up with us both naked, hard as flag poles, making the pledge of silence that so many little guys do when they really want to see what sex is like, but don't wanna be called queer. He was so anxious, he even declared he would go first, and my twelve year old cousin Darren was the person to touch me in a sexual manner, with more then hands and even let me blow my load into his inexperienced mouth, which he spit into a tissue, declaring it wasn't all that bad. But it was the smell, feel and taste of his erotically smooth, hairless body that set my mind forever in the direction of younger dudes. The rampantly erect four inches that pulsed between my lips. The squeaks, that when his voice changed would become moans. The whole body tension, as his orgasm overtook him with my lips sealed tightly around his quivering shaft. The few drops of his precious, not quite cum, which tasted so delicious and sweet. Two days of his families visit, much of which he and I spent alone, providing each other with orgasm after orgasm, by hand, mouth, and finally each others anus. Fucking Darren was the highlight of my life, for he found he really enjoyed it after the initial pain each time, which totaled three, twice the final night we shared my bed. Now I watched as directly across the street emerged the most beautiful boy I had ever seen, toting in more what I assumed things for his room. I saw a small TV, the requisite video game system, a small "boom box", then assisting a man, whom I assumed was his father, lug a twin sized mattress and box spring inside. My mind quickly fantasized what he would look like naked on that bed and I swore I would find out, vehemently putting my fears aside. I had to have him. My heart pounding, semi-hard cock being willed to stay that way, I walked out our door and headed across the street. "Hi," I half spoke, half squeaked, my voice betraying my excitement, "Uh, (cough), looks like you could use some help. My name's Nick, Nicholas, I live across the street." "Hi," he said somewhat hesitantly looking me over. I could almost see his mind working, his apprehension I knew at such an older guy, remembering the disdain that I felt High Schoolers had heaped upon me. I could see the change as he decided I wasn't being the typical, sarcastic, arrogant buy he was used too. "My names Barry." "Well, hi there, I'm Fran Conner, I see you two have met, do you live around here?" I was so taken by here son's physical presence; I hadn't noticed the woman who came out of the door. "Yes, Ma'am, my names Nick, pleased to meet you. I put on my best airs, dying to make a good impression. "I live right across the street," pointing to the home I shared with my mother. "Oh yes," she smiled back, "The Real Estate agent mentioned there was a nice young man in the neighborhood, I'm glad to see it wasn't just a sales pitch. I hope to get to meet your parents very soon." I blushed a slight crimson at the compliment, but managed to respond, "It's just me and Mom, my Dad lives in Florida, they got divorced a couple years ago." "Oh, I am sorry, Nick," she apologized, "Barry and I are moving here for the same reason, his father and I separated three months ago." "He's an asshole." Barry said with disdain. "BARRY! No more language like that!" she chided, but not with a lot of force behind it. "Yeah," I half smiled, knowing there wouldn't be any male influence to stand in my way, "My Dad's not much of a peach, either." We shared a polite laugh and I offered my services, so Barry, his mother and I started removing the remainder of the boxes, and stuff from the small rented truck. Most of their things had already arrived, the bigger stuff, and been carted in by the movers, so the work wasn't that hard. We still managed a pretty sweat though, which quickly offered my first opportunity to explore the possibilities of Barry's seduction. After the last box was deposited in what would be their living room, Barry's mother commented that she hoped the Gas Company would arrive soon, as there was no hot water for a shower yet and made Barry blush a million shades of red by saying he was getting old enough to produce "that male smell" when he perspired. I jumped at the chance, and with his mother's approval, Barry clutching a change of clothes; we headed across the street so he could use my shower. My mom was still working, so I knew there would be no interruption to be concerned with, and I thought furiously on the subject of seeing Barry naked after only a couple of hours of meeting him. There was a defining tension once inside my room and I decided to play it cool, showing him where the bathroom was, closing the door and saying I'd go after him. It wasn't long before I heard the distinct splashing of his piss in the toilet bowl, which sent my always-ready sixteen-year-old cock into a complete, throbbing erection, as my mind envisioned what his naked body might be like. The shower was turned on and I fought the urge to burst in and simple rape him, knowing in the back of my mind that I wanted more then deviant sex. I was hoping beyond hope that Barry and I could become lovers and share the marvelous delights of a totally consensual relationship. Forcing myself not to focus on the water cascading over his what was probably completely hairless young body was the most difficult task I'd ever been faced with, and was losing the battle every ten seconds or so, as the sound of his shower filled the quiet confines of my room. "Aw, shit," I heard over the running water, "NICK, help me will ya, I got fuckin' soap in my eyes and I can't find the towel!" 'Oh gawd' I thought, I'm gonna get to see him and a split second later was bursting through the bathroom door, grabbing the towel and flinging the glass door back, revealing a very wet, soapy, perfect specimen of boyhood, as he clenched his eyes shut in obvious despair. "H...he...here," I stuttered, eyes taking in the most beautiful sight they'd ever seen. His body gleamed in the water, a nice tan everywhere except where it would be covered by shorts, or a swimsuit. My eyes took in the perfect, cut little penis, pink and hardly flopping as he furiously struggled to get the soap out his eyes. It looked to be about two inches and there were about ten hairs plastered wet against his groin, only visible because they were blacker then the hair on his head. The appealing sack that had obviously descended with the very beginnings of puberty was smooth and without blemish or hair, but did jostle wonderfully as he wiped his eyes. I stared blatantly, not even realizing the offending substance had been cleared successfully, and the cute boy was now able to see that I was checking him out. I couldn't take my eyes off his beautiful little cock and balls and much to my shock, gawked as the smallish appendage twitched and began to stiffen very rapidly. "Kinda small, huh?" I barely heard as the pole stiffened completely and poked straight out at me. "Huh?" I grunted. "I got kind of a small dick," he repeated, his fingers slipping down from the towel, thumb and forefinger encircling the shaft and he stroked it gently. "It's perfect!" I hoarsely whispered. He blushed and looked down at himself, then back up to me and in a soft, barely audible voice, whispered, "I bet yours is a lot bigger." "Not by that much." I managed to reply. "Can I see it?" he ventured, a gleam in those two depth filled eyes. A moment's pause, not believing what I was hearing, caused him to repeat the request, adding, "Get in the shower with me!" Unbelievably, I willed my hands to practically rip the clothes from my body and step into the gloriously hot, splashing water, deliriously close to the most desirable person I'd ever seen. "Man," he panted, "Nice one, can I touch it?" He never waited for a reply, thank goodness, for I was frozen, achingly erect and unable to do anything at the moment. When his little hand slide down my stomach and took possession of my pride and joy, I nearly fainted in ecstasy. He stroked it's modest five and half inches with what was obviously a practiced technique, but my only focus was on the overwhelming feelings that were coursing through my gasping, excited body. "Ah, can't help it" I grunted, and my cock exploded, balls releasing my pent up adolescent sperm after only three, long, delicate trips of his fingers along the almost painfully erect shaft of my cock. "OH WOW," he exclaimed, pumping a little faster and harder. I fired three shots that we could actually hear splat against the tiled surface of the shower, and then two more that sort of dribbled out over his hand that continued to pump on my sixteen-year-old cock. "Oh gawd," I moaned and gripped his wrist, "Stop, please, it's too much!" and I slumped against the back wall, breath heaving, my cock already beginning to deflate. "MAN, NICK," he exclaimed as I slowly came back to reality, "YOU REALLY SHOOT HARD!" "Only cuz it was such a great looking guy doin it," I blurted out, and then looked to see his little boycock bouncing with excitement. "Ever been sucked off?" I bravely enquired. "Naw, my buddy and I never tried that, we just jacked each other." Oh glory days, I thought with glee, he's had experience. This was turning out to be the luckiest day of my life! To be continued???? Comments to CatsTales@hotmail.com, flames ignored.