Date: Fri, 07 Apr 2000 03:00:43 GMT
From: Limo Man <chub_bi@hotmail.com>
Subject: Me 'N Pete

     The following story contains sexual activity between a man and a boy.
If you are under eighteen; or if such material might offend you; or if such
material is illegal in your area, please do not read any further.

     This story is true.  I know, because I am the boy.  It happened a long
time ago, but the memories are as vivid as if it happened yesterday.  They
say that our minds tend to forget the bad and remember the good.  This was
obviously very good.

     Unfortunately, Pete is no longer with us but I remember him with
fondness and love.

		       *****************************

Me 'N Pete

     At age five, I was an only child.  My family lived in a neighborhood
with few children.  My parents had bought a house in an area occupied
mostly by seniors.  I attended kindergarten but had to go by bus.  Two
houses down the street was a couple of similar age to my parents.  My
parents had tried for 12 years to have a child before I came along.  The
couple - the Rigallo's - were childless after 11 years of marriage.
Because of this; and me being the only child on the street; they "adopted"
me and became a second set of parents.  (Some of the information included,
I only learned later in life - but I am using it because it helps to
complete the story)
     Mr. Rigallo was Italian and his wife was Hungarian.  They spoiled me
rotten and their house was my house.  They had even bought a swing set for
their yard so that I would play there more often.  You may be guessing
where this story is going but you are probably wrong.
     Kindergarten let out a noon.  On one particular day, I came home and
ate my lunch.  I changed into my play clothes - shorts and a T-shirt and
went over to the neighbors.  They were not home as they both worked.  I
played on the swing set, then found a ball.
  I played catch with myself - throwing the ball into the air and trying to
catch it.  One rather errant throw ended up going down the basement steps.
These steps were very long, as the basement of the house was built
completely below ground.  They were parallel to the side of the house and
had an outside retaining wall to keep the yard from collapsing inward.  The
bottom half was totally hidden from anyone who might be nearby.
     As I went to the steps to get the ball, I stopped.  There was someone
sitting at the bottom of the steps holding the ball.  It was an old man.  I
assumed he was old because his hair was completely white and he had a
stubble of salt and pepper beard on his face.  He wore a dark suit - black
with thin pin stripes.
     Th man held the ball out to me.  I hesitated, then proceeded down the
stairs.  As I reached for the ball, the man grabbed my wrist.  He pulled me
onto his lap and held me tight.  I tried a little to escape but he felt
very warm.
     "My name is Pete," he said in a heavily accented voice.  "What's your
name?"
     "Dave," I replied.  "What are you doing here?"
     "My niece lives here," he said.  "Her name is Mary Rigallo and her
husband's name is Frank."
     He seemed to have a right to be here.  I was not really scared by this
man - just startled by his sudden grab.  At about that moment, I realized I
had to pee.
     "How old are you," he asked?
     "Five," I answered.
     "You are very big for five," he said.  "Let me get a look at you."
     With that, he slid me off his knee and stood me up.  I suppose I could
have run, but for some reason, I didn't want to.  I was indeed a big boy.
At five, I was almost a foot taller than any other kid in kindergarten.  I
was often mistaken for a kid of eight or nine.  I don't know where my size
came from - my parents were both short.  I have a series of old class
photos.  I am always the kid in the back row in the middle.  I always
towered over everyone else.
     And, though I didn't realize it then, the rest of my body held the
same proportions.  I was very well hung for a five year old.
     Pete eyed me up and down, turning me around.
     "You are very big," he said, patting my bum.  "Are you a boy or a
girl?"
     "I'm a boy," I almost shouted!  At five, girls were the enemy and to
be called one was a major insult.
     "Your not a boy," he chided.  "You are too pretty to be a boy."
     "I am too," I retorted.
     "Well, then prove it," Pete said.
     "H....how can I," I stammered.
     "Don't you know the difference between a boy and a girl," he asked?
     I thought about it.  Boys wore pants.  In those days girls almost
always wore dresses.  Boys had short hair.  Girls had long hair.  Boys were
fun to play with - girls were yucky!  But all of these things should have
been obvious to him.
     "I don't know," I answered.
     "Well," he said "Boys have a pee pee that sticks out.  Girls have a
pee pee that is inside them.  Didn't you know that?"
     I shook my head to indicate "no".  Having no sisters and never having
seen a girl naked, I didn't know that.
     "So, prove you are a boy.  Show me your pee pee."
     I hesitated.  I was not scared.  But I knew by instinct that this was
something my mom wouldn't approve of.  No one had seen my pee pee - other
than my mom and dad - since I was a baby.  But, at that moment, logic went
out the window.  For some reason, I felt rather excited.  I was about to do
something daring.  And, my pee pee suddenly felt funny.  Besides the urge
to pee, it felt all tingly.  It was a new feeling.
     "Well, I guess you ARE a little girl, then," he admonished as I stood
there.
     Slowly, I grabbed the top of my shorts and pulled them down to my
knees.  This left me standing before him in my clean white undies.  Eyeing
the bulge in my white cotton briefs, he let out a gasp.  I guess, even at
five, I had an impressive package.
     I reached for the elastic on my undies and started to pull them down.
Pete's eyes were riveted on me.  I dropped them to my knees and stood in
all my glory.  Pete lifted the front of my T-shirt for a better look.  He
let out another gasp as he eyed my pee pee.  I was also looking at it.  It
was sort of stiff and pointing straight out.  This was not normal.  And, as
Pete stared at it, the tingly feeling became much stronger.  I wanted him
to touch it but was afraid to ask.
     At that moment, the urge to pee took over.  I started to pull up my
pants.
     "I have to go home and pee," I said.
     "You don't have to go home.  You can pee here."
     "W....where," I asked?
     "Right here," Pete answered, pointing down to the drain.  "I will hold
it for you and make sure you hit the drain.  Don't want your pee all over
the cement."
     As he reached for me, a tingly feeling surged from my pee pee up my
spine.  He grasped my pee pee and aimed it towards the drain.  I tried to
pee, but nothing came out.  Sensing my nervousness, he placed his free hand
on my bare bum and proceeded to slide my foreskin back and forth over the
pink head.  After a minute of this stroking, I started to pee.  The golden
yellow stream arced out.  Pete directed it to the drain, but was unable to
keep it from splashing onto the concrete.  I peed for what seemed like a
long time.
     When the last few dribbles fell from the end of my pee pee, Pete shook
it.  He started to slide the skin back and forth - telling me he had to get
all the pee out so it wouldn't stain my nice white little boys underpants.
His stroking made my pee pee very hard and stick straight out.  I felt very
funny inside.  My whole body tingled.  His one hand stroked the skin back
and forth.  His other hand played with my bum, fingering the crack.
     At this point, my feelings started to overwhelm me.  I was not used to
these new feelings and was becoming a little scared.  I pushed back away
from Pete and started to pull up my pants.
     "Before you go, can I kiss your pee pee," Pete asked?
     I thought for a minute.  His suggestion made me strangely excited.  It
is funny how little boys get a thrill out of doing things mommy would not
approve of.  I gave my permission.  Pete leaned forward, burying his face
in my crotch.  He kissed my pee pee and then rubbed his face into my groin.
The scratching and tickling of his beard stubble was too much for me.  I
broke free; pulled up my pants; and ran home.
     Arriving at home, I headed for the bathroom.  Once inside, I dropped
my pants and examined myself.  My groin area was red and scratched looking.
My pee pee had gone soft again, but as I pulled back my foreskin - the
tingly feeling returned.  I stood there rubbing my penis and sliding the
skin back and forth.  It felt great and I was hard again.
     A knock on the door and mom asking if I'm O.K.
     "Yes," I stammer.  I pulled up my pants, flushed the toilet and left.

			 *************************

     I did not see Pete for another month.  I learned later that his visits
to his niece's house were monthly - something to do with pension checks.
He usually showed up in the morning; spending his day waiting at the bottom
of the stairs for the Rigallo's to get home.  I also learned later that
Pete had been a gypsy in Hungary and was now a hobo.  He spent all his time
traveling, either by box car or hitch hiking.  He lived in hobo camps and
occasionally did odd jobs for money.  He showed up at the Rigallo's house
for a couple of home cook meals and to do some laundry.
     I did not realize the affect that Pete had had on me.  I thought about
him all the time.  Even in bed at night, I would stroke my firm pee pee and
imagine that it was Pete.  Every day after lunch, I ran to the neighbors
house to check the stairs - only to be disappointed.  That is, until the
day he showed up again.  As I reached the top of the stairwell, there he
was at the bottom.  He looked exactly the same as before.
     I was out of breath and panting.  He must have realized I was glad to
see him from the major smile on my face.  He smiled back at me - a big,
wide friendly grin.  I was very happy to see him.
     As I reached the bottom of the stairs, he pulled me onto his lap
again.  He was warm and I felt good sitting there.  He reached behind him
and pulled out a bag of candy.  There were a dozen different kinds and he
offered me my choice.  We sat; sharing the candy; and enjoying the moment.
I don't know whether he felt he needed the candy to bribe me into doing
what he wanted.  Little did he know that I would have let him touch me -
even without the candy.
     "I have missed you, Dave," he said.  "I am very lonely sometimes and
it is nice to have your company."
     "I missed you, too," I replied.
     "Why did you miss me," Pete asked?
     I blushed and got tongue tied.  Visions of him sliding the skin back
and forth over the head of my pee pee whirled in my brain.  He must have
noticed my beet red face.
     "Come on," he said, "Why did you miss me?"
     I hesitated then blurted it out, "I like you touching my pee pee."
Did I really say that - at age five.  According to my memory, I did.
     He gave me a hug.  Pete reached his hand down to may lap and started
to stroke me through my shorts.
     "Do you want me to take them off," I whispered.
     He nodded.  I stood up and slid my pants and undies down to my ankles.
Wiggling back onto his lap, I slipped them over my feet and dropped them to
the floor.
     "Can I take off your T-shirt," he asked?
     This time, I nodded.  Pete reached for the bottom edge of my T-shirt.
I lifted my arms up as he pulled it over my head.  He dropped it on the
floor with my shorts.  Pete did not rush himself.  He leaned me back until
my back was against his chest.  I could feel his heart pounding.  He
stroked my hairless chest.  He tickled and fondled my nipples.  His fingers
traced lightly along my pale skin until he reached my belly button.  His
middle finger tickled it lightly.
     With both hands, he started to stroke my lower abdomen; moving past my
pee pee to my legs.  He stroked both thighs; parting my legs slightly;
sliding his hands up my inner thighs.  His hands felt rough - but they felt
very pleasant.  I had that tingly feeling back and my pee pee was starting
to stand up.  As he stroked me, his stubbly face came to rest against my
cheek.  It felt good, as long as he didn't move it around.
     His fingers came up under my little ball sac.  He fingered each little
nut separately then together.  The tingling in my body increased until I
thought I couldn't stand it any more.  For a long time, he played with my
balls inside their sac - feeling them; squeezing them gently; tracing their
outline inside the stretched skin.  I tingled from head to foot.
     Pete brought one hand up and covered my pee pee, pressing its hardness
against my belly.  The warmth of his hand increased the tingling even more.
Pete rubbed the palm of his hand up and down my hardness.  It seemed to
make my pee pee even bigger and harder.
     He removed his hand and grasped my penis between two fingers and his
thumb.  This was the part I had been hoping for.  His fingers moved back
and forth, freeing my sensitive little head from its covering of skin.  As
he slid the skin back and forth, intense feelings of pleasure washed over
my body.  Every nerve was tingling.  It was so intense, I don't know how I
kept from screaming out loud in pleasure.
     His fingers worked magic on my pee pee.  Sometimes he stroked up and
down; sometimes he tickled the pink head when it was uncovered; and
sometimes he concentrated on stroking its full length, brushing his hand
over my ball sac at the bottom of each stroke.
     I was unsure of what was happening next.  Spreading his legs wide
apart, Pete turned my body sideways on his lap.  I was supported by my
shoulders and the backs of my knees - my bum hanging in mid air.  I
straightened my body out so that I would not fall through.  One of Pete's
rough hands stroked my pee pee as the other moved down my ball sac to my
bum.  His hand cupped one round cheek, then the other.  He massaged and
stroked my cheeks with his fingers.  Slowly, he worked his fingers into my
crack - spreading the cheeks slightly.
  His fingers caressed the crack - occasionally making me jump as they
touched my sensitive little poop hole.
     I was startled even more by the next turn of events.  Not removing his
hand from my pee pee, Pete bent his body forward and place his lips on its
head.  His tongue flicked out and circled the head, moving slowly down the
crown and under the ridge at its edge.  The feelings in my body were so
intense, I started to cry a little.  Feeling my body shudder, Pete lifted
his head up and asked me if I wanted him to stop.
     "Nnnnn....oooooo," I mumbled.
     Pete returned his tongue to my pink head, working it along the little
pee slit.  Without warning, his mouth engulfed my pee pee right down to the
base.  He moved his mouth back and forth slowly, as if tasting me.  He had
a faint smile on his face.  He stopped for a moment, taking my hand and
placing it on the front of his pants.  I felt something hard inside and
grabbed a hold of it.
     "That's nice," Pete murmured as he returned his mouth to my pee pee.
     As his mouth played with my hardness in front, his other hand worked
away at my bum crack.  His fingers stopped more frequently at my poop hole.
Bringing a finger to his mouth, he managed to get it wet, without stopping
his up and down motion.  He returned his hand to my bum crack; his wet
finger finding my tender spot immediately.  Pete's wet finger pushed
against my hole.  He slowly worked it in past the first tightness.  By
instinct, I pushed down; opening myself up a little and allowing his finger
easier passage.  There was a hint of pain, but the added intensity to my
mounting feelings of pleasure made me ignore it.  When his finger reached
as far into me as it could, he started to slide it back and forth.
     His finger explored my insides, occasionally finding a spot that sent
shivers through my whole body.  My body was becoming like jello - all
except for the part in Pete's mouth.  It seemed to get harder and bigger
the more his mouth played with it.  I was losing control rapidly and almost
collapsed to the concrete floor.  Pete had to place his other hand on my
bum to hold me up.  The sensation of his mouth working on my pee pee; the
occasional tickling of whisker stubble on my groin; and the sliding of his
finger in and out of my poop hole was pushing me to places that I did not
know existed.
     My body started to jerk as a new wave of pleasure gripped me and
wouldn't let go.  It started in my pee pee which jerked uncontrollably in
Pete's wet mouth.  It rose through my ball sac and into my bum.  Finally,
it consumed my whole body in wave after wave of intense - I didn't know
what - the feelings were beyond my comprehension.  I didn't want this ever
to stop.  Yet, the feelings were so intense, my body soon felt drained and
I wished it would stop.  I could hardly breathe.
     Gradually the waves subsided.  I realized that I was still holding the
hardness in Pete's pants.  The front of his pants now felt wet.  Had he
peed himself?  I released my grip.  Pete's mouth left my pee pee and he
hugged me to his body - almost squeezing the breath from me.  I felt so
warm and so wonderful.  I did not know what had happened to me but I
intended to find out.
     Pete released me from his grip.  He picked up my clothes and dressed
me while I sat on his lap.  I cuddled close to him and we sat in silence.
I knew the thoughts that were going through my mind and wondered what Pete
was thinking.
     "What did you do to me," I asked?
     "Why, didn't you like it," he questioned?
     At five, it was hard to find the words I wanted.  Slowly I began.
"Yeah, it was great.  It made me feel................tingly all over.  What
made me feel like that?  Did we do something bad?"
     Pete thought for a moment.  "No, it wasn't something bad - not for me
and you.  But your mommy and daddy might not like it if you told them.  I
think you came.  I didn't know a five year old could feel that way - but I
think you did.  I felt it in your body."
     "What is came," I asked.
     "It is a feeling in your body that comes from your pee pee.  It is
part of something called sex which you are too young to have heard about.
When my mouth was on your pee pee, it made your whole body try to shoot
something out of your little nuts.  Only, at five, you don't have anything
to shoot out.  You came dry," he finished.
     "Why were your pants all wet?  Was it because I was holding your pee
pee?  Did you came," I queried?
     "Well, I am a grown up my pee pee is called a penis - little boys have
a pee pee - men have a penis.  And you don't say came.  Your hand on my
pee.........penis made me cum.  My body shot something out of my nut sac.
It is called semen.  And right now, it is a sticky mess," he answered.
     "Can I see it" I asked?
     "Yes, I guess so but you mustn't tell anyone I showed it to you," he
answered.
     He stood me up on the cement floor.  He stood up and started to undo
his zipper.  He stopped for a second then grabbed his belt buckle.  He
undid it and dropped his pants to the floor.  Pete pulled his white briefs
down to his ankles and stood there for me to inspect.  And I did.  His
pee.........man penis was bigger than mine - but looked a lot like mine.
It was not hard - but not soft either.  It appeared to be wet.  I touched
the purple head and ran my fingers up its length to the bush of gray/black
hair at the top.  A visible shudder ran through Pete's body.
     I reached beneath his penis and took hold of his nuts.  They were big
and each one was more than a handful.  I squeezed them.  Another shudder
from Pete.  For some reason, I felt the urge to kiss this man pee pee -
after all, Pete had kissed mine - so I kissed it.  I stuck my tongue out,
flicking it lightly across the head.  It was sticky and tasted sort of like
french fries when you put a lot of salt on them.  I licked some more and it
tasted nice.
     Pete was starting to make some moaning noises.  Suddenly, Pete pushed
me away.  He pulled up his pants and did them up.  The hurt look on my face
must have bothered him.
     "What's the matter," he asked?
     "Didn't you like me kissing it," I choked back?
     "Yes, very much, but my niece will be home soon and I didn't want to
start something we couldn't finish."
     He brought his face down to mine; kissed both my eyes; and then kissed
me on the mouth.  It tickled but I did not pull away.  Pete told me I
should go home, now.  I said goodbye.  I asked him when he would be back
again.
     "In a few weeks," he replied.  "Will you look for me?"
     "Yes, I will come over every day."
     I raced home.  Mom was starting to make dinner.
     "Can I have a bath," I asked?
     She was somewhat taken aback by this.  I usually had to be forced to
take a bath.
     "Yes, I guess so.  Do you need any help?"
     "No," I answered, "I am big enough to do it by myself."
     I tore up the stairs, entered the bathroom and locked the door.  I ran
the water and ripped off my clothes.  When the tub was half full, I turned
off the water.  I stepped into the tub and lay down, full length in the
tub.  My pee pee - no, it was now a penis - floated lazily on the surface
of the water.  Reaching for the soap, I stood up and started to soap my
penis.  I lathered it up good, then tried to repeat all the things Pete had
done.  I managed to make it hard again.  But, no matter how hard I tried, I
couldn't make myself came - no, cum.  I squatted down and inserted one of
my small fingers into my poop hole.  I moved it back and forth while
continuing to stroke my penis.  But, it didn't work.  I couldn't bring back
those wonderful feelings.  Eventually, I had to quit.  My poor penis was
becoming red and sore.  I finished my bath, dried off and left the
bathroom.

		       *****************************

     Over the next few months, I saw Pete a number of times.  Each time, we
repeated what we had done - with no variations.  I always enjoyed it and
always worried that I would miss his next visit.  Soon, I had a birthday -
I was six - and a horny six, at that - although I didn't know what horny
was and had never heard the word.
     Six brought a change.  I would soon be in school.  It suddenly dawned
on my six year old brain that this was going to ruin my chances of spending
time with Pete.  I had to go to school all day.  By the time I got home,
got changed and over to the neighbor's house, it would only give us a few
short minutes before Mrs. Rigallo came home.  I cried on my first day of
school.  My mom thought I was scared of school.  She couldn't know that I
was crying because I might never be with Pete again.
     I need not have feared.  Pete found a way around the problem.  The
first time I saw him after school started was a Friday.  I arrived at the
Rigallo's some time after four.  Pete was there.  I cried out my
frustrations to him.
     "Relax," he said, "We may not have time now, but you can come back
tomorrow morning.  My niece and her husband will be at work.  I have to
leave before they get home, but we will have the whole day and the whole
house to ourselves."
     My face must have lit up like a flood light.  I had forgotten that
both Mr. and Mrs. Rigallo worked on Saturday.  I would have to wait until
tomorrow for our enjoyable games - but we would be inside.  There would be
no fear of getting caught.  This was great.  I kissed Pete on the mouth;
told him I would see him in the morning; and rushed off for home.
     Bed time was very slow coming - and once in bed - I had trouble
sleeping.  Dawn came and I was out of bed like a shot.  I dressed quickly
and tiptoed into my parents bedroom.  They were both asleep.
     "I'm going to have something to eat and then go out to play," I
whispered into mom's ear.
     "That's fine, honey," she answered.  "Don't go too far away."
     "I might not be home for lunch," I added.  "I will come home when I
get hungry."
     "O.K. sweetie."
     I gave mom a peck on the cheek and headed for the kitchen.  I grabbed
several slices of bread, put peanut butter on them and headed for the
outdoors - and Pete.  It wasn't until I got outside that I realized how
early it was.  Both of the Rigallo's cars were still out front.  So, I sat
on our porch and waited, wolfing down my breakfast.  It seemed to take
forever, but soon Mr.  Rigallo was entering his car.  He waved at me as he
drove off to his job at the butcher store.  A few minutes later,
Mrs. Rigallo entered her car, and she, too, waved as she went by on her way
to open up her dress store.  Neither would be back until supper.
     I waited until she was around the corner and raced to their house.  As
was my habit, I entered the house without bothering to knock.  I soon found
Pete, asleep in the spare bedroom.  I hesitated for a moment, then slipped
out of my clothes and climbed in next to him.  He was partly curled up and
I slipped my back in along his chest and curled up to match his position.
It was then that I realized he was naked.  His bare skin warmed me
everywhere we touched.  He let out a sigh and put an arm across my
shoulders.  He suddenly realized he wasn't alone and awoke with a start.
     "What the.........what the heck are you doing here," he asked?
     "You said I could come over, today."
     "Well, I am sure glad you did," he said as he pulled me closer to his
warm body.  It felt really nice.  I had never seen or felt a man naked.  My
own father never let me see him without clothes (but then this happened
over 40 years ago when attitudes towards nudity were a lot different).
     Pete's fingers ran through my hair, along my neck and onto my
shoulder.  He stroked my shoulder for a while.  His fingers wandered down
my side - causing me to squirm - I was so ticklish.  His hand found its way
to my bum and he cupped it around a cheek.  He held it there for a while,
gently kneading and squeezing my tender young flesh.  It felt good and my
pee pee......penis started to get hard.  He pulled my bum in towards him
and I felt what could only be his penis.  It was hard and rested in the
crack of my bum and down the crack between my legs.  His penis felt very
hot.
     Pete lifted my upper leg; slipped his penis between my legs; then
dropped my leg again.  His penis was sticking out between my legs.  My own
penis and ball sac rested on top of it.  I got a little harder.  Pete
reached a hand around and started to stroke both our penises together.  His
fingers touched very lightly.  I had to lay very still to even feel their
touch.  The gentleness of his touch was strange from such a gruff looking
old man.
     I reached down and started to stroke his penis, but he pushed my hand
away.
     "Not yet," he whispered in my ear.  "Come on," he said.  "I'd like to
give you a bath."
     He told me to stay in bed.  He got out.  I heard him leave the room
and heard the bath water start to run.  He came back into the bedroom;
scooped me into his arms; carried me into the bathroom; and deposited me,
gently, into the tub.  The water felt good on my body.  Pete pushed me down
until I was stretched out the length of the tub.
     Pete took a bar of soap and proceeded to lather my feet and legs.  I
managed to hold still while he worked on my ticklish feet.  Once my feet
and legs were done, he had me stand up.  His soapy hand touched my shoulder
and started to lather me - front and back.  As he proceeded past my
nipples, down to my belly, his motions became slower.  He seemed to be
taking his time.  I, on the other hand, was impatient for him to get to my
penis.
     He soaped all the way to the mound above my penis.  To my
disappointment, he stopped and turned me around.  His warm, soapy hand
massaged my back.  Pete's fingers were soon massaging my bum in a manner
that made me start to feel tingly, again.  He was using both hands,
caressing my cheeks in a firm but gentle manner - his fingers occasionally
venturing into the valley between the cheeks.
     Pete gently pushed me forward until my hands were resting on the edge
of the tub at the far side.  He slid my feet apart, opening my crack to his
view.  He sat there, gazing at the puckered hole I had never seen.  One
finger touched the top of my crack and slid slowly down to rest against my
poop hole.  It moved around the hole in a small circle.  The anticipation
of it's entry inside me was almost too much to bear.  I wanted his finger
up there; deep; almost to the back of my throat.  I was not to be kept
waiting long.
     Finding the center again, the finger pressed in gently.  I tried to
relax my hole.  I must have managed.  His finger slipped past my tight ring
and entered me.  A shudder ran through me.  His finger wiggled against some
part of me that seemed to send my penis into spasms.  It was now quite hard
and sticking up against my tummy.  The finger continued on until it could
go no farther.  Again, a hint of pain was washed away by a flood of
pleasure.
     I pushed back against Pete's hand and he returned my efforts by moving
his finger back and forth - in and out of me.  Once again, the sensations
coursing through my body threatened to overwhelm me.  Pete's stroking of my
insides was slow and easy.  He seemed to be enjoying my discomfort in
dealing with so many sensations at once.
     Pete removed his finger and replaced it with something else.  He moved
his fingers between my legs and started massaging my nut sac.  I realized
he had placed his thumb up my poop hole, allowing his fingers to reach
farther forward.  Whatever he had done, the results were intense.  My poor
little body rocked back and forth as I tried to bury him deeper inside of
me.  His fingers reached the base of my penis and gripped it.  As his thumb
slid in and out, his fingers massaged back and forth across the base of my
penis.  Again, intense waves of pleasure threatened to bring me to a state
of collapse.
     I was almost unaware of Pete's actions as he reached behind him and
grabbed something from the edge of the sink.  He had placed a tube of
something there for when he needed it.  Shortly, Pete's thumb was replaced
by a finger coated in something smooth and cool.  He rubbed it around my
poop hole and up inside of me.  His finger seemed much larger.  The motions
inside of me seemed to indicate that he was using more than one finger.  It
felt like my poop hole was being stretched to the limit - and beyond.  His
other hand reached in front of me and he started to stroke my penis.  This
sure took my mind off what he was doing behind.
     After he had thoroughly stretched my hole to it's limit, his hand left
my penis and his arm went around my waist.  In a single motion, he scooped
me from the tub, his fingers still inside of me - and carried me to the
bedroom.  He released his grip on my hole and left the room.  He returned
with the tube in his hand.  He squeezed some out on his penis and rubbed it
around.  I watched in awe.  I had never seen a man's penis hard before.  I
looked down at my own and compared the two.  He was bigger than me but not
a whole lot bigger.
     Done with his lubricating, he spoke, "did you like the feel of my
fingers in my bum?"
     "Yes," I whispered.
     "Well, I think you are really going to like this."
     Without another word, he grabbed a pillow.  He pulled my legs up and
placed the pillow under my lower back.  He spread my legs and pushed them
back against my body.  Kneeling on the bed, he bent forward and placed his
swollen purple head against my poop hole.  Before I had a chance to ask
what he was going to do, he pushed it partly into me.
     "This may hurt a little," he said, "but only a little.  I will go
slow.  It will help if you take really deep breaths and push down - just
like you were trying to poop.  If it gets too sore, tell me and I will
stop."
     For some reason, I trusted Pete.  He had never hurt me before.  He was
always kind and gentle.  So, I started to breath deeply and pushed down.
His purple head disappeared inside of me and the rest of him followed.  I
could feel him inside of me.  I felt so full, I thought I really was going
to poop.  Again, the tingling returned with a vengeance.  As Pete began to
move very slowly in and out of me, he stroked my hard penis.  The
combination of his stoking on both of my tenderest ends brought me to the
brink.  My head was rolling back and forth.  My breathing was ragged.
     "Don't you cum before I do," Pete said in a hushed voice.
     I barely heard him and couldn't control what was happening to me,
anyway.  Pete started to pump harder and his stroking of my penis slowed.
I heard some sounds coming from deep within him.  For a moment, it scared
me.  But, looking at Pete's face, I knew he was not hurting or in any
trouble.  He looked like he was in heaven.
     Without warning, Pete pulled his penis out of my bum.  He slid it
between my legs and directly on top of my hard penis.  He grasp both of us
in his hand and started to stroke.  I watched in amazement as something
white, creamy and warm shot from his penis onto my chest and almost into my
face.  As his stroking slowed, the cream dribbled down and coated my penis.
Pete continued to rub a bit more then stopped.  Realizing that I had not
yet cum, he positioned himself over my penis.  He started to lick his
sticky cream off of me - off my chest, off my penis and off my nuts.  His
mouth went to work - sucking me in and releasing me.  The pressure was
intense as my penis jerked in his mouth and I came, too.  He sucked the
life out of me as my body bucked and jerked under him.  I was in another
world; aware only of the spasms cascading through my young body.
     It took a long time for them to subside.  Pete released me from his
mouth and flopped down beside me on the bed.  He hugged me to him and
proceeded to kiss my whole face.  We were both very tired from what had
just happened.  And I had to pee.
     I got off the bed and wandered to the bathroom.  I saw the tube on the
sink and examined it.  The letters K Y stood out.  Although I knew my
alphabet, I couldn't read, yet. I put the tube down and positioned myself
over the toilet.  After a few seconds, a golden stream of pee splashed into
the water.  A motion by the door stopped me in mid-stream.  Pete was
watching me.  I started my stream up again, peeing with no hands, into the
center of the bowl.
     "You look so sexy," Pete said.
     I didn't know what that meant but it made me feel good.  I liked
pleasing this old man.  He came over and offered to squeeze the last of my
pee out.  I nodded my head.  He bent down beside me; took me in between
finger and thumb and started to slide my skin back and forth.  My pink head
playing hide and seek as he stroked me.  It was only a matter of a minute,
and I was getting hard again.
     "You cheeky little bugger," Pete admonished as he scooped me up and
depositied me back on the bed.
     As he lay beside me he said, "I think that's enough for you for one
day."
     "No, it's not," I protested.
     I climbed onto his chest, facing him.  My body extended down over his
groin so that our penises were touching.  I felt a stirring between my legs
as he started to respond.  I took one of his nipples into my mouth and bit
down upon it.  Not hard, but enough to make him jump.  I tongued the brown
nipple until it was a hard point.  I slid over to the other and repeated my
treatment.  As I moved, I could feel Pete growing bigger under me.  I was
going to make this last - no matter what.
     I wiggled my way down to his belly button, licking him as I went.  His
penis was now pressing into my chest.  Sliding farther down, I was soon
facing the purple head.  I eased up onto my elbows - probably hurting Pete
in the process.  I planted a moist wet kiss on the very tip.  As Pete had
done for me, I licked his pee slit.  My tongue was small enough to enter it
slightly.  A shudder ran through Pete's body.  I looked up at him.  He had
closed his eyes but opened them again to watch me.
     I licked his head.  It still tasted like salty french fries.  My
tongue lapped at his head and down below the ridge.  I tongued and nibbled
at it.  When I licked and kissed the area at the base, on the underside of
his penis, he shuddered deeply.  I licked down his long penis covering
every part of it in kisses and spit.  I didn't much like the hair at the
base as I kept getting bits of it in my mouth - so I stuck to the less
hairy parts.
     Reaching his man-sized nut sac, I could only lick around it.  Any
effort to take one of his nuts into my mouth caused me to gag.  However,
the sensations I created in trying were really getting to Pete.  He was
making those same moaning noises he had when he shot his cream on my penis
and tummy.
     I looked down below his nut sac.  He must have sensed my thoughts, as
he lifted and parted his legs.  He had a strong, powerful odor - it was the
smell of Pete and I liked it.  I pushed his sac upwards and eyed his bum
crack.  Seeing all the hair turned me off and I decided to go back to
familiar territory.  I returned to his penis and licked around and up to
his throbbing head.  It really did seem to be changing size as I watched
it.
     I licked his crown again.  I opened my mouth as wide as it would go
and placed it around his head.  It took a while for the gagging to stop,
but I eventually got comfortable with the feel of it.  I sucked on the head
and tried to push it farther into my mouth.  I probably managed half an
inch down past the head but that was all.  I tried this a few times, but it
didn't seem to work too well.  As I pulled off his head, Pete moaned for me
to "keep doing what you were doing".
     As he seemed to like it, I returned my mouth to his head.  I
alternated between sucking on it and trying to go down it.  As the gagging
became too much, I would return to sucking.  Pete was making a lot of
noise.  I started to think about all that white, creamy stuff and whether I
wanted it in my mouth or not.  I decided I did.
     I continued my suck and dive actions until Pete's body became
noticeably agitated and he tried to push his penis farther into my mouth.
I held the slender shaft tightly so that it was not so hard to keep him in
my mouth.  I felt the cream rising up his shaft before I tasted it.
     The first shot of warm cream hit me in the back of the throat and
startled me.  I guess I stopped sucking because I heard Pete moan "don't
stop".  I put my mouth back over his head just in time to receive the next
load of warm cream.  It tasted salty like Pete's penis.  And there was a
lot of it.  I was gagging again and cream was all over my face, running
from the corners of my mouth.  I tried to swallow as much as I could, but
the efforts of staying in motion on Pete's penis was occupying all my
efforts.
     The spurts of warm cream gradually subsided.  I continued to suck on
Pete until he started to soften.  I sat up in between his legs.
Recovering, he looked at me and laughed.  I guess my cream covered face was
quite a sight.  Pete sat up and pulled me to him.  He proceeded to wash his
cream from my face - with his tongue.  Finishing the clean up, he smiled at
me.
     "You little sex maniac.  Where did you learn how to do that," he
asked?
     "Did I do it good," returning his question.
     "You sure did, you beautiful little boy.  You certainly have a good
memory.  You did all the things I did and I think you added a few of your
own."
     I was beaming proudly.  I loved pleasing Pete.  Making him happy made
me happy.  I think I sensed a loneliness in him and was glad to share my
affection.  And to receive his in return.
     With typical six year old brashness, I pointed at my hard penis and
asked him what he was going to do about it.  Two seconds later, I was flat
on my back on the bed - my stiff penis completely engulfed by Pete's mouth.
His eager lips and tongue devoured my hardness, almost swallowing it
completely.
     Pete thrust my legs high into the air as his mouth attacked my nut
sac.  He sucked each nut in and out of his mouth; rolling them around and
teasing them with his tongue.  My tender poop hole was exposed to him and
he licked his way to it.  Waves of pleasure enveloped me as his tongue
zeroed in on the target.  He pushed his tongue past my tight little ring.
His tongue worked my insides as far in as it could reach.  While he tongued
my widening hole, his fingers fondled my penis.  He teased the head and the
tender under edge of the ridge.  The area underneath was particularly
tender and his attention to it drove me crazy.  I started to thrash around
on the bed.  With one hand, he held me down so that I could not accidently
eject his tongue from my moist hole.  With the other, he stroked my penis
until it couldn't swell any further.
     Sensing my rising urgency, he dug his tongue in as deep as it would
go.  His face was pressed into my bum cheeks - his stubble tickling me
mercilessly.  His hand and fingers stroked the full length of my penis,
pausing occasionally to caress my nut sac.  I was quickly reaching the
point where I would cum.  My breathing was coming in gasps.  I could feel
my body go limp as the waves of pleasure took hold of it.  My penis
pulsated and jerked between Pete's fingers.  His tongue pierced my tender
poop hole to incredible depths.
     Suddenly, I careened over the edge.  The pleasure was so intense, I
stopped breathing.  My body ached with the intensity - wanting it never to
end and wanting it to be over so I could breath again.  I could not tell
where the greatest pleasure came from - my penis or my tight hole - they
might even have been connected, the feelings were so intense.  Slowly, my
body relaxed as the pleasure that gripped me subsided.  I started to breath
again.  I lay there panting.  I felt something wet in my eyes - it was
sweat running off my fore head.
     Pete slid up my body and cuddled me in a warm embrace.  His mouth
sought out mine.  We kissed and his tongue pushed into my mouth.  For a
moment, we seem to unite into one.  Our mouths moved together.  I had never
been kissed like this before.  I mustered up all the passion my little body
was capable of and returned the kiss.  My tongue entered Pete's mouth and
for a moment, I seemed in control.
     My tired body soon brought an end to the kiss.  I needed to rest.  I
had experienced more today, than in all of my other visits with Pete.  Pete
lifted me off the bed and carried me to the bathroom.  He turned on the
shower and we entered together.  He washed me from head to foot.  There was
no effort to continue what we had been doing.  He seemed only to want to
refresh and revive me.  When he was done, he lifted me from the shower and
toweled me dry.  He brought my clothes in from the bedroom and dressed me.
He sat on the edge of the bath and pulled me to him.
     His voice whispered in my ear, "this has been a very special day.  You
have made me happier than I have been in a long time.  I have to go soon,
but I hope I will see you again when I come back."
     The only answer I could muster was a tender kiss.  I would be back.
Nothing could keep me away.  I left his warm embrace and went outside.  I
didn't go home right away.  I sat on the swing in the yard.  So many
thoughts and feelings were racing through my small head.  I knew only that
I had never felt so good before.  I knew I would be back whenever Pete
wanted me.

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The end.  This story has brought back many memories.  There will probably
be a part 2, but it will take a while.  If you like it or have any
comments, email me.

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