Date: Thu, 11 Jun 2015 13:26:52 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Matthew's Seduction Another story about man and boy, this story was written at the request of a reader that I've known for a while and developed a more personal relationship with. I typically don't write on request as the person requesting has an idea about how they are and what they like and all that shit and it doesn't jibe with my thoughts and so becomes a laborious process that I end up hating. However this one worked out fine and I might actually continue it... for a little while at least. N-joi, Hugs... Tag_m ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I had seen the kid around the neighborhood on plenty of occasions riding his bike or rollerblading. Often times he was wearing a baseball uniform, heading to or from a game or practice at a city park 5 blocks away. I thought he looked pretty hot in his uniform. Other times he was clad in typical boy wear. He looked to be anywhere from 11-14, it being difficult to tell these days. Brown hair worn in a kind of bowl cut where the bowl stops just above the ears and the rest is shaved close but not off. I had never seen him real close but what I saw I liked. He was a boy after all; what wasn't there to like. The boy had waved to me plenty of times as he went by and I of course always waved back but I'd yet to talk to him. Of course I wondered: boxers or briefs, hoping for the latter and I wonder what he looked like out of them, whatever "them" were. I wondered if he'd ever played sexy with his friends but more importantly would he be open to playing with me if the opportunity presented itself. An incident occurred that gave me the answer to both of those questions. Mine is a street lined with big old Oak and Maple trees and like many such trees, their roots have grown under the sidewalk buckling it in many places, the walk in front of my 1940's 4 bedroom home seeming a little worse in spots than my neighbors. We had all talked about getting them fixed but it was the city's responsibility and until a serious accident occurred that wasn't going to happen. So it was one crisp morning on a Saturday in mid-March, I was out cleaning up my yard, as were my neighbors, from a severe windstorm the night before. There were quite a few branches down, some large and some small and everything in between. Leaves pretty much covered the lawns and sidewalk as well. I heard the sound of wheels and turned to see the boy barreling down the sidewalk on his skateboard. Wearing a pair of sweat pants and a hooded sweatshirt he appeared to be having the time of his life, if the grin on his smooth face was any indication. I wondered if he would remember the buckled sidewalk that was now covered in leaves. Not 10 feet from the buckle he noticed me on the lawn, smiled even more and waved. "Oh no," I thought to myself, and before that thought died away in my brain the boy had hit the buckle and went flying, his board careening off to one side. I was headed toward him before he hit the ground and when he did hit he rolled, ass over tea kettle into broken branches, one with a particularly sharp break. He did a forward roll ending up on his belly, legs spread eagle with the branch up between his legs. He let out a loud yowl and rolled to his back, his hands between his legs. "Are you okay," I asked, not panicked but certainly concerned. The anguish on his face said it all. "My crotch," he panted. "Did it get you in the balls or your cock," I asked immediately. He shook his head. "Damn near though; goddamn it hurts." I noticed then how fucking cute he was. Smooth face, large brown eyes framed by thick brows and lashes, not a blemish anywhere that I could see. I narrowed his age down to 13, based on his physique and the still high pitch of his voice. "Come on," I said, "let's get you up and into my house." He took his hands away and I could see a hole in his sweats and when I looked, a small bit of blood on the sharp end of the branch. I helped him by taking his hands and pulling him to his feet, his good leg taking the weight. He fell into me in the process and I held him to prevent his falling. "Sorry," he mumbled. "Trust me, it's okay." We turned and I dropped an arm across his shoulders and he my waist. As we passed his skateboard I hooked it with my foot and launched it farther onto my lawn to prevent its possible wandering away although the kids in my neighborhood are pretty respectful. "What's your name," I asked. "Matthew," he said, with another little grimace, "but everybody calls me Matt." "I'm Shawn," I said, "and everybody calls me.......Shawn." He chuckled then moaned a little. I got him into the house and took him straight to my bedroom because that's where my emergency kit was. "Okay Matthew who everybody calls Matt, drop your sweats and let's see how bad it is." The little hottie furrowed his brows, "What?" "Take your sweats down so I can see what it is I need to do to help you." He was a little reluctant. "Look, I know it sounds kinda weird but I've seen plenty of boys in their underwear and even less. I was a lifeguard at city pool for a long time, among other things. I need to know how bad the damage is so I can make a decision about whether to fix it or take you to urgent care. Okay. The boy pushed his sweats down and pulled his sweatshirt up to reveal a pair of white cotton briefs. They weren't new by any means, looked well-worn but not ripped and they looked a little small for him. The underwear highlighted his young package quite nicely. "Sit on the bed," I told him then changed my mind. "Look, let's get the sweatshirt and sweatpants off and have you lay on the bed, okay?" I went into my bathroom and found my kit in the closet and set it on the counter. I then got a washcloth soaked in warm water and wrung out. When I went back into the bedroom Matt was lying on the bed, the sweats all gone, wearing socks briefs and a t-shirt. I set the stuff on the end of the bed then looked at his wound which was on the leg closest to me. "May I touch you Matt?" He nodded his head so I reached over him and cupped his bulge and pushed it to the side. I reveled in the soft squishy feel of his boy parts and wished that I could have moved my fingers a little more in order to really experience it. The gouge, and it was a large one, was up high on his inner thigh. The boy was lucky it hadn't caught his balls. If he'd been wearing boxers it might well have. I put the warm washcloth against his flesh which caused him to flinch and gently rubbed it, cleaning off the dirt that had been transferred from the branch. I let go of him and went to retrieve a hand towel then cupped his stuff again to push it to the side. The package was less squishy than the first time. I used the hand towel to dry him off and in the context of doing that moved my other hand so that I was manipulating his cock and balls inside his briefs. It had the desired effect. I finished that and typically would put some hydrogen peroxide on the wound to clean and disinfect but that would have caused pain and his boner would have wilted like whipped cream in an oven. Instead, I opened a tube of bacitracin and got it on my fingers then cupped his boyhood charms for the 3rd time. Even as I looked at his crotch I could see that he was fully boned but when I laid my hand on it that fact was confirmed. The boy was hard as a rock. I rubbed the ointment on then wiped my fingers off on the towel, my hand still cupping his balls and his turgid cock. "Well Matt, it seems that a side effect of the accident has caused some swelling here." I squeezed his cock just a bit for emphasis. I figured I was safe with that since the boy had made no comment about my hand being where it was and had made no overtures to move his body or remove my hand. "I think your hand on me caused it to happen," he said, his voice now deeper. "It's so warm," he said in a very soft voice. "It feels good then, my hand being there." He nodded his head. I turned to sit sideways on the bed, taking that hand away and putting my dominant hand in its place. I gently manipulated his balls causing the boy to moan softly and close his eyes. I moved my hand up and wrapped my fingers around his stone hard young cock and gently squeezed up and down the length including the sensitive spongy head. "The swelling isn't going down Matt," I said quietly. "Do you think I should do some first aid on it to help the swelling go down?" The boy nodded his head. "I'll have to take your underwear off; is that okay?" Again he nodded his head. I slipped my fingers into the red striped waistband, tugged up to clear his cock head, then down. Matt lifted his narrow butt up off the bed to help out then settled back down as soon as the underwear cleared it. I stared at his boy stuff as I took the briefs down, then off, and tossed them on the floor. There lay before me a perfect specimen of an adolescent boy. He had a tight enough body; that most likely due to the sports that I figured he played. His belly was flat, the creases at his pubic bone deep and defined and creating that perfect boy V that ended in all that made him a boy. Matt's young balls were totally hairless and hung beautifully against his crotch. His rock hard cock, about 5 inches of circumcised flesh rested in the air above his pubic bone. A small patch of black hair poked out around the base of his stinger. "You are a nicely hung boy Matt; very pleasing to look at." "Thank you," he mumbled. I reached down and took hold of his rampant cock, pulled it upright and began stroking it. Matt groaned softly at the new feelings that were raging through his youthful body like a wildfire in July. "Do you think I should give it a taste test Matt?" He nodded his head. "Yes please." So I leaned down and placed my mouth over his cock and began to suck the boy. He had probably taken a shower barely a few hours before because I picked up the smell of soap and the very beginning of natural boy smells, which I loved. I let my mouth take complete control of his cock and moved my hand down to fondle his balls, gently rumpling the eggs inside their soft smooth sac. "Oh shit," he murmured and pulled his shirt up to his chest, the desire to be totally naked guiding him. He also moved his farthest leg out even farther. I was tempted to sneak a finger down around his hole but decided against it, for now. "I'm going to cum soon Shawn," he mumbled so I took my mouth from his cock. Don't get me wrong, boy sperm is the best but I loved watching a boy shoot his sperm, especially the first time I was with him. I continued to jack him off, his balls rising and falling in tandem with my stroking him. About a half minute later he growled out, "Now," and thrust his ass up off the bed. A small stream of sperm shot out onto his chest, a second one landed on his belly button and the rest was gooey boy goodness that oozed out of his slit and rolled down onto my fingers. He relaxed back onto the bed and I continued to stroke him but the show was over. I leaned down and licked his sperm from his seeping cock head then put my spermy fingers to my mouth and licked up the rest of it. Like most young boys his sperm was almost sweet tasting but not quite. It wouldn't be long before it started tasting bleachy or possible even bitter. I finally go of his cock and just sat and gazed down on Matt admiring everything about him. It seemed the more I looked at him the cuter he got and I decided that he definitely fell into the hottie category. I reached out and grabbed the hand towel and wiped his sperm up which caused him to open his eyes. Kind of. "How was that Matthew," I asked. The little cutie shot me a lopsided grin. "Fucking awesome; thank you so much. I never had that done before, any of it and it was incredible, I can't even describe it." "I'm glad Matt. A boys' first time should always be fun and exciting and I'm glad that you allowed me to be a part of it with you. In fact I'm honored." He looked at me kind of strange then said, "You really mean that don't you? I mean, you're not fucking with me or anything." I shook my head. "No I'm not fucking with you and yes I truly mean it. I am honored that I got to be part of your first time playing sexy with someone." He nodded his head. "So, are you gonna do it, jack off? "Would you like me to?" He nodded his head vigorously. "I wanna see your dick." He blushed and started to back track but I waved him away. "I understand totally Matt." I stood up and kicked my shoes off then unsnapped my jeans and tugged them down along with my underwear, briefs of course, allowing 7 plus inches of hard man cock pop out. "Dam you're big," he said, clearly in awe. I peeled my shirt off and went around the bed and climbed on from the other side. Matt rolled onto his side to watch me and when I asked if he wanted to do it for me the little cutie shook his head. "Maybe next time." I raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. I stroked my cock, then asked him to move closer and asked if I could hold his cock or play with it and his balls while I jacked off and he nodded his head. Being with a new boy and one as cute as Matt got me to the sperming stage pretty quickly. When I told him I was about ready to cum he asked if he could finish me off. Like I would ever refuse a boy that pleasure. "Go ahead sweetie," I said and took my hand away. Matt took hold of me right away and started jacking my cock fairly hard. It didn't take long before my cock thickened and started spurting. The look on Matt's young face was one of classic intenseness as he watched 4 solid streams of cum splatter my belly before it was reduced to mostly oozing out and down over his fingers. Like a good boy he continued to stroke me until it stopped and he gently let my cock down. "Wow that's a lot of cum Shawn," he said, clearly amazed. "Is it always like that that?" "Pretty much. I know it doesn't seem like it to you but it won't be long before you're squirting out that much juice." That got me a grin. "How was it touching another guys' dick?" He thought about it a second. "It was good. It feels a little weird, all hard but soft like, but I like how it felt in my hand." I nodded my head. "A minute ago you said next time. Would you like to do something like this again?" He nodded his head and grinned at me. "Yeah I would." I asked him to hand me the towel and I cleaned myself off. "Well I would love to do this again with you Matt and other things if you want to." "You mean like sucking and stuff?" "Yes, there is that but there might be other things you want to try or learn about or experience," I told him. "Of course there are plenty of things that I could teach you that you probably don't know anything about. "Like what?" I told him to think about it and we could talk about it next time. "How's your leg feel?" He spread his legs and looked down at the scratch but said he was okay. The boy still had a hard on, the head a nice soft red. "Well perhaps the next time is right now," I said, nodding toward his tumescent young cock. "It might be," he responded. "Would you like it to be?" Matt nodded his head. "Want to try something a little different?" He wanted to know what. "Well, nothing painful that's for sure." He said to go ahead. I got up and snagged a bottle of lube from my nightstand. "Ever use something slippery when you jack off?" He shook his head and said no. "Well then, hold on for a ride. I poured some in my hand then set the bottle down. I slipped my free hand under his sweet young balls and gently fondled the warm delicious eggs then wrapped my hand around his cock. As I tugged on his balls I slid my hand up over his swollen cock head in a twisting motion. "Oh fuck," he groaned as his body stiffened then relaxed. I continued to work his hard young cock in such a manner; sliding up and down but using a twisting motion on his sensitive cock head. "Jesus that's intense Shawn. I can hardly stand it." The boys' body shivered from the intensity of the feeling that were radiating outward from his his most sensitive body parts. I kept up the work on his balls as well but also let a single finger trail downward along his perineum toward the beginning of his butt cheeks. I had no intention of going for his hole nor did I want to particularly. I did have an appointment in an hour so wasn't interested in starting something that we would have to hurry on or risk not finishing. Something like that might well be too much for his first experience and I wanted the boy to be a little more familiar with my touching him down there before I went for the gold. "I'm gonna cum Shawn I'm gonna cum," he said hurriedly. I had no sooner moved off of his cock head when his cock thickened in my hand and a small stream of sperm shot all the way to his neck. That was the only real squirt; the rest of his offering burped out onto his belly. This time I leaned down and licked up his sperm then smacked my lips. "Why did you do that Shawn," Matt asked with a laugh, "you did it before too." "Because boy sperm is the best that's why. Unlike sperm from an older boy or men it actually had a good taste where older sperm is often a little bitter or bleachy tasting." He pondered that a moment. "So you've done stuff with other boys and men?" I nodded my head. "You bet Matt. I love boys to death. I love how boys think, how they look, how they play, everything. I adore cute boys and kiddo, you are a hot boy, believe me. If you decide you want to do this again or learn other things I will be ready and willing to help you out. If you choose not to then I'll go to my death with the pleasant memory of you in my brain." This time the boy laughed, and I loved how it sounded. "Have you been with a lot of boys, like my age?" I nodded my head and he asked about that. "Matthew, boys are horny devils, period. Once they get into puberty their cocks are hard all the time and they're always willing and want to get rid of their boners. Boys love cumming almost more than eating and having their dick worked on by someone else is always preferable to doing it themselves and I know you know what I'm talking about." "Most boys will let another boy or man suck their cock at the drop of a hat and often times prefer a man to another boy. And it isn't a gay thing. It's a boy getting to cum thing, that's all. There are plenty of boys are gay or are bi-sexual at your age but not most of them. I treat boys with dignity and respect. I take boys on a journey that they actually ask me to take them on and we go hand in hand not me pulling them along although honestly I've had boys pull me along." "Most boys your age will try all kinds of stuff when it comes to sex and many of them will continue for a couple of years. It typically starts dropping by the wayside about age 15 to 16 and some boys continue with boys and girls or women well into their college years. Just a fact of life Matt." "Why might a boy want a man and not a boy?" "Think about it. With another boy they might face rejection, ridicule, teasing. With a man they won't get that plus they'll be with someone who has experience and will likely treat them very well." The boy nodded his head in understanding. I had used the towel to clean him off as I spoke and when I was done I asked how that had felt and again a wide grin split his face. "fuckin awesome." I got the washcloth warmed then brought it back to clean his cock off. "Check this out," I said draping the washcloth across the palm of my hand. I then cupped his balls and softening cock which caused him to gasp loudly. "Oh god," he groaned, "That feels incredible Shawn." "I know," I said then wiped his cock off as well as the cum residue on his body. "I should probably get going. I was spose to meet my friend." Matt got off the bed and went to get his clothes. The kid had the most dynamite bubble butt I'd see in years. I wanted to bury my face between those globes. He bent over to pick up his briefs and put them on and of course when he stepped into them I got a terrific nut shot. "Jesus you've an incredible ass Matthew," I said and the boy giggled. He finished dressing and I walked him to the door. "I'm home most evenings so you're welcome to come by any time. If I'm busy I'll tell you but I'm not usually. Okay?" He nodded his head and said okay. "Thanks Shawn. I do want to come back and I promise I will." And off he went. I watched Matt grab his board, hit the sidewalk and head back the way he came, waving before he got out of my sight. I thought about the past 30 minutes, I thought about his body, his adorably cute face and the entire experience. It was fun, exciting and erotic and I hoped to hell that the boy would come back for more. I had a lot things that I wanted to teach him about life, about his body, about being with another guy.