Date: Thu, 1 Jul 2010 14:36:28 -0700 (PDT) From: Rob Hoek Subject: Negotiating To Yes Negotiating To Yes By Storyguy22 Some things simply are not fair, and the stunning young beauty that now stood at my front door smiling shyly at me was definitely among them. To a through and through boy lover such as myself, it was game-over the second I swung the door open, and looked down at him standing on my porch. The boy was exactly in my personal wheel-house in so many ways it was almost uncanny that he had chosen my home to visit among an entire cul-de-sac of houses, but let us not look gift horses in the mouth. He was, I guessed, about twelve years old, possibly thirteen if he had reached it recently, and as drop-dead cute as the proverbial bugs ear. He was a toe-head blonde, his longish locks near shoulder length with a ragged part running down the center, parting the soft looking locks so that his small ears were nearly covered. His eyebrows matched his hair color, and they arched above eyes so very blue I was reminded of an Alpine lake shimmering in bright sunlight. His pixy face was very nearly too pretty to belong to a boy-child, and his coy little smile showed tiny dimples in his slightly rosy cheeks, and even rows of small and very white teeth. His chin was small and perfect, and his overall stature again suited my personal favorite, small and lean while not actually being skinny. He was dressed in a mesh tee shirt that was cropped short at the hem, the filmy garment stopping a good three inches above his very cute little cave of a navel which centered a deliciously soft looking and very flat suntanned tummy. I let my gaze linger briefly on his small dark nipples that were pretty much fully exposed between the wide mesh of his shirt, and then I continued my visual appraisal of his youthful beauty, very much liking everything about him. His shorts were just that, shorter by far than the ridiculous baggy style currently in favor with most boys his age, and they may well have been a holdover from last summer's wardrobe in that they fit his slim hips snugly, and the way the thin cotton material clung to his boyish treasures was a sight to behold all of its own. I pried my hungry gaze from those delicious bulges and lumps long enough to note that he had absolutely lovely legs for a boy, perfectly formed and solid while remaining devoid of scarcely a hint of any hair, and his smallish feet were decked out in leather sandals that let me enjoy his dainty feet and toes. In short, he was my estimation of boyish perfection, and I wanted very much to do unspeakable things to him right then and there. His somewhat delicate hands held a small stack of some sort of flyers in one hand while the other one held but a single issue of same which he kind of held out toward me as he spoke for the first time, saying in a lyrical tone that exactly matched his slightly feminine beauty, "Hello, Sir...my name is Scotty, and I am going around the neighborhood on a fund raiser to support my schools Volleyball team by offering these discount coupons for sale...would you care to look over the coupons and see if you are maybe interested in helping us out?" There absolutely no doubt in my demented mind how I would adore helping young Scotty out, but I rather doubted that any of them were exactly what he had in mind when he rang my door bell. Well, no matter, perhaps I could entice him to explore those kinds of assistance in due time. What I said to him was, "Well good morning, Scotty, and aren't you a good boy to sacrifice your Summer morning doing good works in the name of school spirit...of course I will have a look at whatever it is you are offering...would you like to step inside while I do that...out of the hot sun, and perhaps enjoy some sort of cold drink to refresh a hard worker like yourself?" He thought that over for a few seconds, his long and curly eyelashes batting prettily, and then that magical voice that was somewhere in the throes of changing, but not yet completed, replied, "I'm not really supposed to go inside people's houses, but it is sorta hot, and I really am pretty thirsty..." I smiled warmly at him and chuckled softly, and then I stepped back slightly, indicating with a sweeping hand that he should come inside, and I assured him, "I can understand that rule, I suppose, but I bet whoever made it up has never gone door to door on a hot summer day...your choice of cold sodas awaits in yon kitchen, Scotty, and I promise not to bite you, okay?" He flashed a quick grin, and my balls did a flip in their sac as he glanced over his shoulder briefly, and then shrugged as he advanced through my doorway, and entered the foyer. I let the door close behind us, and then gently put my hand on his sun-warmed back as I steered him to the living room. I very much wanted to move my hand down to explore that lovely little boy-butt, but I refrained, barely. I had the boy take a seat on the sofa, and then moved off to the kitchen to retrieve the cola he had requested. When I returned, Scotty had settled onto the sofa, the flyers stacked neatly on the coffee table in front of him, and I settled in alongside of him, and handed him his drink. He quickly tipped up the can taking a long pull as I seized the opportunity to take a good look at his bulging crotch, and I liked what I saw. After his drink, he set the soda on the side table, and then leaned forward to pick up one of the flyers, and he offered it to me with a coy little smile and a small shrug. I took the paper, and glanced at it briefly, noting that it consisted of offers for discounts from a variety of local business concerns. Turning toward Scotty, I asked him to elaborate on the program, which he did in halting sentences, and then I inquired of his involvement with the volleyball team that was the beneficiary of the program. He blushed prettily as he confessed that he wasn't actually on the team, but really more of a one person cheer section for it, given that his relatively small stature didn't make him very competitive during tryouts. He did, however truly love the sport, so he had settled for attending nearly every game and cheering the team to victory, and when he had been asked to help out with the fund raiser, he had happily accepted, and thus it was that he had appeared at my door this morning. We chatted easily for a while, and the boy visibly relaxed as time wore on, and I got the sense that he was at least partly aware of my furtive glances at his delicious little nipples that peeked saucily from his net shirt, and at the tempting bulges at his crotch, as well as his well turned legs, and when he didn't appear uncomfortable with my appraisal, I grew even bolder in checking out his numerous charms. He was indeed a beauty, and I had no trouble whatever imagining the little charmer sitting there fully naked, his boyhood treasure fully erected and pulsing above his bulging pouch of young balls. If indeed he was aware of the affect he was having on me, he had apparently decided that the situation might well work to his advantage in terms of selling me on his project, and unless it pure wishful thinking on my part, I got the feeling the little scamp was beginning to work me, using various body movements to offer me several poses that could only be described as provocative. At one point absently dropped his hand to his lap and briefly toyed with his treasure, and I actually may have moaned aloud. A sly smile flashed at the corners of his lush mouth, and he fixed me with those amazing blue eyes as he asked, "So then, Mister, do you think you might be able to help me out?" I met his gaze, trying desperately to read the meaning behind the expression on his sweet face and the curious choice of words that made up his question, and in response I told him, "Well Scotty, I'm sure we can work something out that will be mutually satisfactory...I am, after all, in sales and negotiating is the name of the game...for starters, how about you drop the Mister, and just call me Rob...it is my name, after all." He smiled, and my cock tingled inside my shorts while he replied, "Uh, sure...okay then, Rob...and I forgot to say that the coupon things are, like, a donation...I mean, they don't have a set price...just whatever people want to pay for them." "Ah," I said, "even better...that way we can really negotiate...the more of what I want I get, the more I would be willing to...donate...right?" Scotty smiled shyly, but nodded his head, and I again had the sense that he understood exactly where I was coming from, that HE was the actually issue of our negotiations. To test that theory, I let my eyes slowly slide over his lovely young body, and then winked at him, and said, "Okay then, Scotty...I think I can go an opening donation of twenty dollars if you were willing to take off that sexy little shirt for me." He considered that, and then looked down at his already mostly exposed torso, and as he rolled those incredible baby-blues at me, and in a soft little voice, he asked, "Why do you want me to take off my shirt...?...you can already pretty much see me anyhow." Holding his gaze, I answered truthfully, saying, "It's a kind of little quirk of mine is all...I am very fond of pretty young boys like you, and I very much enjoy seeing them in a variety of sexy ways, and I definitely think you shirtless will be sexy indeed...does that bother you, Scotty...?...because you certainly don't have to do it if it does." He studied me a moment, and I could nearly see the wheels turning as he considered just how far he might be willing to go with this to reach his fund raising goal, and then he simply peeled the shirt over his head, and tossed it aside. My cock swelled behind my shorts as his creamy smooth skin revealed, and he sat back proudly, a soft flush filling his cheeks as I stared hungrily at his pert little nipples, and the tiny tuck of remaining baby fat that creased at his narrow waist. His eyes met mine boldly, and he squeaked nervously, "Okay then...so that's twenty dollars, right?" I nodded, and then got up to go get my wallet, and when I returned I saw his eyes drop to the obvious tent my hard cock was making at my shorts front, and I pretended not to notice when his eyebrows arched. I handed him a twenty, and sat back down next to him and told him, "Now, Scotty, that is what's known as a successful negotiation...we both got something we wanted. Would you be interested in going for another donation?" He eyed the twenty in his hand, and as he sucked in a breath, he nodded, and said, "Uh, yea...what do you want for another twenty dollar donation?" I smiled, and winked at him as I replied, "I want very much to touch you...your perfect chest, and tummy...your sweet little nipples, too." He gasped a little bit, the flush on his cheeks deepening, but he gamely carried on, saying, "Okay...you can...touch me...but it has to be twenty-five, okay?" Laughing, I praised him for his quickness with understanding the skill of negotiation, and then I handed him the twenty-five dollars he wanted. To run my hands over that flawless skin would be well worth it, I decided, and besides that, this whole donation was going to become a great tax deduction. Scotty added the bills to the other twenty, and then settled back, looking at me with a bit of a smug expression on his sweet face. He was into this negotiation business now, and he looked like he was enjoying himself. I inched closer to him, our bare legs making contact as I extended my hand, and gently kneaded his narrow shoulder and upper arm for a moment. He shuddered when I first touched him, and then he seemed to settle down, his eyes locked onto my hand on him. Slowly, I let my fingers trail onto his satin smooth chest, and then I flattened my palm, and moved it side to side across his silky skin. I grazed his small nipples as I passed, and he gasped softly, so I paused there, and worked the tiny nipple into erection. Gently, I gripped his nubbin between thumb and finger and carefully squeezed it, and he gasped again as he arched his back to push his tender nipple against my fingers. I moved my free hand to duplicate my actions on his other nipple, and as I worked them in unison Scotty shuddered strongly. I was dying to lean in and suck on the dark little beauties, but felt it might be rushing things, so I refrained, and let one hand slide lower to caress the soft little tummy. The boy was fully erect inside those little shorts, there was simply no doubt about that as I feasted on the sight of his rigid boyhood in full definition behind his snug shorts, and I dropped my elbow to press against the hardness as I continued slowly rubbing his tummy and teasing his nipples. All this went on for several minutes, and I knew Scotty was fully aware of my forearm pressing his boner when he began instinctively thrusting his small hips. His breathing had quickened, and I sensed his arousal, so I lowered my head, and licked at his left nipple. He jumped a little at the contact, and I licked all over the tiny erected point, and then sucked the puffy little morsel between my lips. "OHhhh jeez..! he chirped. "Um-hum," I mumbled, and continued sucking the sensitive flesh as my fingers dipped under the elastic of his little shorts to stroke the soft skin of his groin just above his pulsing boyhood. I slid over to the other nipple then, and sucked at it awhile as the boy made small noises in his throat. Backing off his nipples, I lapped my way down his thin torso, and then tongue-washed the unbelievably smooth flesh of his soft tummy. I ran my tongue across the waist band of his shorts, and then dipped into the little cave of his navel, and he squealed again, his hands grabbing at my head. I sat up then, and smacked my lips loudly, and told him, "You taste delicious, Scotty...I just love the tastes of a boy, and your nipples are very special as well...you seemed to enjoy that as well, based on that very impressive hardness behind those sexy little shorts." He peered up at me, his expression a mixture of surprise and passion, and the soft glow of a pink flush highlighted his prettiness. He blinked several times, and then simply nodded his head, I assumed in basic agreement with my comments, and I moved away from him a bit, and then asked him, "Well then, Scotty...another successful negation where each of us was a winner...shall we quite while we are ahead, or would you like to earn another donation?" The quickness of his nod surprised me a bit, and I had to smile as he blurted, "Oh yea, for sure, Rob...I want another donation...why don't you make me another offer, and I'll see what I can negotiate for it!" I chuckled, and dropped my gaze to his crotch where the hardness of his boy-cock was clearly defined behind the taut material of his shorts, and his eyes followed. He inhaled deeply, doubtless knowing what was going to be debated over next, and when his stunning blue eyes moved to meet mine, I winked at him, and slowly nodded, affirming his suspicions. He swallowed, his small Adams apple bobbing in his throat as his pinkness deepened. Not wanting the boy to over think things, I suggested, "Okay, Scotty-boy, here's the deals then, you slip those cute little shorts off, and I'll make another donation." He blinked again, several times rapidly as the wheels turned his pretty head, and then he muttered, "Another twenty-five, okay?" My cock throbbed strongly at the realization that the likelihood of my eventually getting this little darling fully naked had just gone postal, and without comment I fished out another twenty, and a five, and handed it to him. He added the bills to his growing stack of donations, and then he quickly hoisted his little butt, and peeled the shorts down his pretty legs and off his feet, tossing them in the general direction of his discarded tee shirt before settling back into the sofa, clad now in only a pair of small white briefs that did little to conceal his rock hard treasure or the tempting bulge of his young balls. My own cock was so hard it actually hurt, and I glued my eyes on his tight fitting briefs. The young cock trapped inside the small garment was clearly defined, and it was clear that the boy was circumcised, the coronal ridge of his knob clearly visible against the snow-white cotton. I stared with, I'm sure, obvious hunger at his barely concealed charms, and then I looked him the eyes, and told him, "To be totally honest with you, Scotty, you now have a huge advantage regarding our little negotiation...that is to say that I obviously want very much for this to continue, which means that I am highly likely to agree to whatever donation price you set for the next step, which would be for you to take off those very sexy little briefs, and let me see you naked...and beyond that...well...I might actually sign over my house, and car as well." He batted those dazzling eyes at me, and the flush in his face and upper chest belied his own excitement, and after a moment's hesitation, he simply said, "That's cool, Rob...just another twenty is good." Be still my pounding heart, not to mention my pounding cock I thought as I quickly snagged another twenty from my wallet, and handed to him. Jesus, my hand was shaking, I noticed, and I tried to appear calm despite my racing pulse and heart rate. He carefully set the new donation onto the stack, and then looked sheepishly at me. He pasted a coy little grin on his sweet face, and did a little shrug, and then he stood right up, that delicious boy-boner poking strongly at his small briefs. Watching me, he turned to face me, and hooked his thumbs into the elastic of the briefs. I watched him, breathless and trembling, as he slowly worked the small garment lower and lower until the stark whiteness of his groin where the sun normally did not get was in view. His boner poked obscenely at the gathered brief, and he tugged it a bit lower so that the sparse tuft of blond hair at the base of his young cock was visible, and I heard myself let out a low groan. He glanced at me, and then sucked in a big breath before he pulled outward on the brief, and cleared the tip of his rigid erection before quickly pushing the puddle of whiteness to his feet where he stepped out of them, and then kicked them away. Oh my, there actually is a God, I decided. Naked, Scotty was about a hundred times more beautiful than he had been dressed, and I sat stunned, taking in every inch of him while I very nearly drooled from the corners of my mouth. His lean body was simply perfect; a young flesh and blood replica of Michelangelo's David, only this Adonis had a much more impressive cock and balls than the work famous sculpture. The now naked boyhood treasures I had so longed to see could only be described as mouthwatering, and I felt my mouth flood with saliva as I carefully studied it all in minute detail. His cock jutted strongly off his creamy groin, hard as a nail, and pointing nearly straight up from the small patch of blonde pubes at its base. I estimated its length to be a good five inches of narrow boy-cock, more than adequate while clearly still under development. The knob was slightly wider than the shaft, a perfectly shaped plum that was slightly purple in contrast to the perfect pinkness of the shaft. His young balls were plump and dangled between his thighs, held in a delicious pouch of pink and hairless skin that was crinkled in several tiny creases of skin, and I longed to take the entire sack into my mouth and suck the tender nuggets it held. His legs were exceptionally shapely for a boy, his smooth thighs giving way to cute little knee caps that tapered into well formed and tanned thighs and ankles. Searching for my voice, I finally managed to utter, "Oh Scotty...my God, Son...you are absolutely perfect...beautiful in every way!" He was blushing furiously, but the throbbing bounce of his tapered boner left little doubt of his arousal, and he preened just a little, moving his small hips so that his boner bounced a bit and his snug balls swung between his thighs. I lifted my hand, and indicated he should turn a circle, and he executed the command, slowly rotating full circle as I dropped my chin to my chest, and uttered another low groan. His little ass was as perfect as the rest of him, small and firm, the tight mounds seemed to jut straight backward from the small of his smooth and well tanned back. The mounds were snow white and blemish-free, and the narrow crease that divided them was devoid of any hair, and as he paused his turn to allow me to fully appreciate the wonder that was his little ass, I so wanted to tell him to bend over so that I might see the perfection of the pink oval I knew was hidden there. But I feared grossing him out, and decided to not take the chance. If things continued as I very much hoped, there would be a better opportunity to avail myself of that hidden wonder. His turn complete, he again faced me with that rigid boyhood pointed at me, and I forced myself to look up to meet his eyes. He watched me, his nervousness seeming to fade as he grew more used to his nakedness, and the abject hunger in my gaze, and with a quick little upturn of his mouth he said, "I can tell that you want to touch me some more...and it's cool, so long as we negotiate for it." The little scamp had definitely caught on to the negotiation game, and I had no doubt that he was fully aware of the "gotcha" situation he had me in, and at that moment I actually might have signed over my house to get my hands and mouth on the breathtaking young beauty who stood naked and hard before me. I exhaled, knowing I was beaten, and asked him, "Okay, Champ...clearly you win, okay...?...just name it, Scotty...anything..because you are dead-on right that I want to...no, I NEED to touch you, and more...so name your price." He grinned, and cheekily moved closer so that his turgid boyhood was nearly in my face, so close that the boyish scents of him flooded my senses, and his soft little voice said, "You already donated too much, I think, so me letting you touch me some more...like, all over...is like a bonus round, okay...?...'cause right now I really, really want you to touch me...everywhere...I want that a lot!" "Oh God, Scotty!" I muttered as I scooted to the edge of the cushion, and held up my trembling hands and reached for his fabulous boyhood, one hand closing around his rigid hardness while the other gently cupped his dangling balls. "Oh man...wow...!: he chirped as I fondled him. "Feel nice, Scotty..,?...you feel awesome in my hands...so hard, and such a big boy you are...and your balls are heavy, so full, and ready to release your sweet cream, I think." I told him as I stroked his steely shaft and worked my thumb over his oozing knob to spread his slick wetness. "Oh man, Rob...yea...it feels, like, amazing...nobody ever touched me there before, and you doing it is way better than when I do it myself!' I chuckled, savoring the aroma of his body and his oozing fluids, and I worked that perfect young cock up and down as my other hand toyed with his plump balls. After a few minutes he began rocking his hips in sync with my stroking, and as I sensed his quickly mounting excitement, I said, "Okay, Scotty...if you like this, you are really going to love what's going to happen now, and, when you are ready to shoot your load, just go for it, okay...never mind me, I want it, I want it all!" And without further ado, I leaned in and slid his boyhood perfection into my drooling mouth, and started sucking him as though my very life depended on his filling my mouth with his creamy essence. He yelped in surprise when the wet warmth of my mouth surrounded his pride and joy, but it took only seconds for him to realize that this was indeed even better than my fisting him, and he quickly began thrusting into me, nearly mouth-fucking me in his quickly mounting excitement. I reached for his swinging balls, and tugged on them as I slurped wetly on his rampant young cock, and his fingers threaded through my hair as he huffed and puffed above me. I wanted it to go on forever of course, his freshness and youth filling all of my darkest dreams, but in far too few minutes his excitement won out as he grabbed at my bobbing head firmly and thrust his hips forward as his young cock bucked in my mouth, and erupted, jet after jet of creamy boy-honey flooding my mouth again and again as I struggled to swallow it down, the tart sweetness of youthful cum delighting my taste buds as he spewed his impressive load. Finally the forceful ejaculation ended, and his cock began to soften in my mouth, and after a few final suckles, I let it go, and sat back on the sofa to look up at him. He was still somewhat stunned, his eyes clamped shut and his lush mouth hanging open. I tugged gently on his soft cock, and he opened his eyes to look down at me. I winked, and let my tongue wash over my cum flavored lips, and he grinned widely, and squeaked, "That was so...amazing...jeez...I never felt anything as good before...gosh, Rob...I really like this negotiating stuff...I like it a lot, actually...!!" The End Storyguy22@yahoo.com