Date: Wed, 26 Jan 2005 10:55:44 GMT
From: Chaver <chaver@gawab.com>
Subject: 'Passing a Stone' {Chaver} (M/b, oral, anal, con) [1!1]

I'm  not  gonna bore you with the usual warning, assuming
anyone  that  got this far knows what he likes  to  read.
Only one or three things before you go on reading:

1) This story is completely fictional, not based on any
actual  experiences  or  events.  Any  similarity  between
this work and real events is coincidental.

2) This  is meant to be a one-installment thing,  there
won't  be  a `chapter 2' on this one. However I will  post
other   stories,   which  will  be  longer   (already   in
progress).

3) Oh,  all  right!  This  story depicts,  among  other
things,   a   sexual  relationship  between   adults   and
consenting prepubescent minors of a homosexual nature.  If
you  find  this description offensive please do  not  read
on.

4) Do  with this story as you may but do not repost  it
at other locations.

P.S.  This  is my first posting, so any and all  comments
will    be    accepted   graciously.   My    e-mail    is
chaver@gawab.com

Passing A Stone

By Chaver

`Oh,  no, not today!' Morgan Jude thought to himself.  He
suspected  it  might happen when he woke  up,  his  sides
tingling with miniscule pain-jolts, but hoped it was just
that,  little pain jolts, nothing more, because it  would
be  about  the worst thing that could happen to him  that
day.

He  was  going to a meeting, a crucial meeting, a meeting
that could make him or break him. The last chance to save
his late father's disappearing business, the family owned
sweets-store "Jude's Sweet tooth". Ever since  the  first
mall opened for business in his small town, the costumer-
flow  to  the  only  serious  candy  source,  till  then,
dwindled  to  one  third. At that time  another  calamity
coincided to create an almost total collapse.

His  father, founder and manager of "Jude's sweet  tooth"
since the roaring 20ies fell ill with heart disease that,
shortly there after, finished him off at the age  of  63.
His  mother took things over for 6 months till he, at the
very end of collage (majoring in Business) could take  it
over  at a tender 21. The combined lack of experience  on
his  side and lack of skill on his mother's side left the
store with only the hard core of loyal buyers.

8  years and three new neighborhoods later, three  months
prior  to that crucial meeting, a second mall was  opened
and  took  with  it the last of the costumers  that  time
didn't  take.  His mother was long out  of  the  game  so
tradition  didn't matter anymore, so two weeks from  that
paramount  day  Morgan figured `if you can't  beat  them,
join them' and started negotiation over a spot in the new
mall to replace the old, withering store. And now, at the
high  of  July, the day to finite the lease has come  and
awe-and-behold, his kidneys decided to discard a stone.

It  wasn't 15 minutes since he'd been to the Jon  at  his
house  that his bladder alerted him again. At  this  time
Morgan  was  sure  he'd  fallen a victim  to  the  famous
Murphy's  Law: "Whatever CAN go wrong WILL go wrong,  and
in  the most unexpected fashion." What he didn't know was
HOW this will transform his day.

At  the  same time 10-year-old Jeremy Clifton was already
visualizing hanging out at the very same mall.  With  all
his close friends away for the summer there was no one to
play  with, at home there was nothing to do but watch  TV
(which  already  board him to death), and  with  lack  of
resources to go to a camp (or even the pool), he had made
an agenda of it. Moreover, there was the men's room.

He  found  out about that fascinating world only  a  year
ago,  but  was fascinated by the multitude of choices  in
how  to  get  men. "Wait just a second" you must  all  be
saying,  "`Get men?' What the hell??" well,  my  friends,
our  Jerry  wasn't a stranger to sex, not by a  longshot.
His uncle was plowing his mouth and anus since he was  7.
but  because  his visits were sparse now  that  he  moved
away,  little Jerry started looking around, and  what  he
found was. You got it, the men's rooms. At first, at  the
train  station, but he was getting fed up with the stench
of  it so he tried the old mall (with some success)  then
the  new one was opened and with it a new range.  and  he
was determined to conquer it!

Jerry  was, as Morgan, just stepping into the  mall  from
the  main entrance. They passed each other glancing, then
continued to walk, both headed in the same direction. The
agony  in Morgan's bladder was getting worse and  he  was
speeding  up his walk, scanning the overhead light  green
signs directing to the nearest urinal. His face contorted
as  the  jabs  of  pressure and pain became  increasingly
harder  to  tolerate, never noticing the young  follower.
Jeremy,  however, noticed the man very much.  He  noticed
the  elegant, yet well warn leather briefcase, he noticed
the  well selected garments, the perfect matching of  the
suit & tie to the undershirt, the latter contrasting  and
accenting the former powerfully, he noticed the well-kept
form under the garments, subconsciously deducing the  man
must be lean but not skinny, muscular but not like a body-
builder,  he  also  noticed the hurried  way  he  carried
himself  and the slightly miserable look on his face.  He
noticed and was fascinated.

Now  will  be  a  good  a time as  any  to  describe  our
characters:

Morgan, at 29 years, stands 1.82m' tall, weighing  at  86
Kg  of bone and muscles being well maintained by a strict
workout regiment. His dirty-blond hair kept short,  never
buzz-cut.  His  toned body is smooth and lightly  tanned,
not  a  hair  on  him but the obvious spots,  and  neatly
trimmed  even there, at his 18cm (when hard) uncut  cock,
and to top it off he was staring at the world through sky-
blue  eyes,  bordering on gray, and was prone to  kidney-
stones since he was 19. All around hunk, and gay to boot.
Well, not exactly. as the years from his realization  (at
17)  passed, he found his interest in exceedingly younger
subjects,  though (till that day) never  venturing  below
16.

Jeremy  Clifton is an Afro-American, 10-year-old runt  of
1.38m'  and  healthy  46 Kg, his pitch-black  curly  hair
braided close to the scull ending in about 12 thin  locks
coming just shy of his shoulders and adored with colorful
beads.  His  body  was  smooth all  over,  including  the
obvious  spots, baby-fat all but gone, a slim  9cm  (when
hard) cut cocklet, eyes only a fraction lighter than  his
skin, and not a stranger to sex in the least.

Not  a  moment too soon for Morgan, he reached the men's-
room.  Seeing  as the mall was empty this  early  in  the
morning his fly was already unzipped and all he had to do
was  to  pull out the hose from his boxers, which he  did
just before eruption. He saw the stream hitting the white
porcelain for a second before the pain hit. It wasn't the
healthy  yellowish tint he hoped for, it  had  traces  of
blood,  which  made it brownish, and the following  pain.
like  Steven King described in "The Green Mile" - it  was
like pissing razorblades!

He  tried to brace himself for the burning sensation, but
the  moment  it came he was screaming at the top  of  his
lungs, his tightly shut eyes tearing.
As  the  flow stopped and the pain subsided some, he  was
able  to take a look around. Sure enough, there was Jerry
at  the next urinal, his hands clad over his ears. He had
his boyhood out of his shorts (he wore no underpants,  to
make things easy.) and a shocked look on his face.

"Sorry,  kid,  I'm just passing a stone,  it  hurts  like
hell."

"No trouble mista', I aint hurt or notin'" the truth was,
he was looking to get a glimpse of the man's tool, hoping
the  man would do the same with his, he never expected  a
scream  and was caught off guard. His ears were  ringing.
In  his  shock he did none of his tricks to keep the  man
there, and so Morgan left never suspecting a thing.

Morgan  went to his meeting. By then he was fighting  the
need  to  piss  again though it hasn't been  two  minutes
since that screamer. He knew there was nothing to let out
tough  the head of his penis was burning and itching  and
throbbing  like  mad, it felt like it was  set  on  fire.
Nevertheless, Morgan sat through the entire  excruciating
45  minutes  of  the tedious back-and-forth,  negotiating
every  passage of the lease, deliberating over the  rent,
considering  this  that  and the other,  finally  sighing
(initials  here, here, here and here, and full name  here
and.  here. Congratulations Mr. Jude, you got yourself  a
store!). By this time his leg was jumping nervously,  and
he  could  hardly contain himself from rubbing his  groin
ever  so often, just to keep from embarrassingly leaking.
He  managed  a graceful exit from the management  offices
and  set running to the men's room just as soon as he was
sure he was far enough.

He  tore into the men's room and immediately went to  the
nearest  urinal,  his belt already unbuckled,  he  almost
ripped  the  button  and zipper off  his  neatly  pressed
trousers. Again he failed to notice the young black  runt
that  was hanging at the very same spot since their first
encounter  not an hour earlier. It was again  Jerry  that
did the noticing. His hour was as dry as a bone, from the
two men that came in, none seemed interested in him. They
did  their thing, washed and left, but the day was young.
As  noon will approach the pickings will grow, and he may
get a mouthful before lunchtime. He never expected to see
that nice guy from this morning but when he came in Jerry
was prepared. And hopeful.

Jerry was ready all right. He wasn't at all shocked  when
the  man's grunt went to a full-blown yell. He could  now
use  the man's abandon to look at his equipment and fully
exposed  pubis.  It  was  promising.  The  neatly   kempt
yellowish  bush  combined with all the other  data  could
mean  only  one  thing. The man was gay,  and  that  held
potential! Oh yes!

Now  was  the  time  for a ploy. Jerry  deliberated  with
himself for a fraction of a second and decided to give it
the  "full  throttle  treatment". He  went  to  the  next
urinal,  pulled  down his shorts to the knee,  and  while
keeping  a  clear  gaze at the man's  `business'  started
masturbating slowly, his cocklet aroused from the  moment
the man ran in.

Morgan's  pain  was  dizzying, and  he  grabbed  the  low
partition  board with his free left hand while  massaging
his  sore glans with the right. The burning sensation was
now  concentrated at the piss-slit, not relenting  for  a
millisecond,  yet giving him a chance to relax  some.  It
was  then that he could take in what was happening around
him, and what he saw made him buckle back.

"Are you alright mista'?" asked Jerry

"Wha.  Ouu!  Fuck!"  morgan said as another  flamey  wave
washed  his  genital area, then said with sarcasm,  "Yea,
I'm fine. What are you doing?"

"I just like what I see." Jerry said with a sly grin.

"Oh,  do  you now?" said Morgan, "and how does that  make
you  feel?" giving a nod in the general direction of  the
boy's erection, his own cock beginning to inflate to  the
sight.

"Reeeeeeeeealy horny." said Jerry and gave his  dickie  a
long tug. That was it, time to reel the fish in.

Morgan  was  horny too. He hadn't had a real  release  in
months, nothing but his masturbation sessions anyhow. And
was  that  little  boy  hot or what?  He  had  been  long
fantasizing on just that kind of encounter. He knew  what
the next move must be.

"You said you like what you see. want to try feel?"

"Sure! But let's get a stall, you don't want to be  seen,
right?"

`Damn  that boy is something else!' thought Morgan as  he
released  his  grip on the partition and turning  around,
getting  dizzy again. "Wow, I better take it slow  here."
he  said and stuffed his softened cock back in his pants,
Jerry  pulling  up  his shorts too. When  he  got  stable
enough,  he  went to the last stall in the row,  the  kid
following.

"What's your name anyhow, kid?"

"Jeremy. But everyone calls me Jerry."

"Well  hi  Jerry, I'm Morgan, but you can call  me  Rory"
said  Morgan and pulled his cock back out as Jerry locked
the  door and stepped out of his shorts. "Would you  mind
if I feel your wiener too?"

"Go  ahead!" chirped the chocolate delight, coming closer
and tentatively stroked the hooded tip. "My uncle has his
skin like this too, but not many other men."

"And I see you are cut as well." Said Morgan, now tending
to  the  lovely  cocoa stick. "You come here  a  lot  for
this?" he asked.

"Yea,  from  last  week.  I come everyday.  Uhhh,  that's
good!"

Morgan  was drifting between pain and pleasure when  pain
got  the  best of him and he felt like peeing  again.  He
dropped  his  pants and sat down on the seat.  "Jerry,  I
need to pee some, take your hand."

"Let me feel it! I never felt a dick go!" that was a lie,
he just liked to feel the flow through the meat-hose.

"Alright honey, aim it wall!" and he let go.

There  was  little to come out. Morgan gritted his  teeth
and  managed not to scream this time. At least the  worse
was  over,  a  couple  of  hours  and  it  will  be  over
completely. Jerry was disappointed.

"That's all, man?"

"Yup.  I have a problem today and it makes me pee  almost
every two minutes, it hurts like hell too."

"Anything I can help?" chirped Jerry.

"Nop.  well, maybe. if I keep from peeing long enough  it
won't take as long."

"So what am I supposed to do?"

"You  can help me get my mind off the pain. so I can hold
it longer."

"I'll be your dick's doctor than!"

"My dicktor!" said Morgan, and they both got to a fit  of
giggles.  When  he calmed enough he said,  "Well,  what's
your fancy, kid?"

"Anythin' goes with me. handjob, blowjob, buggery."

"Buggery?  Where  did  you  learn  that  word?  It's   so
British!"

"My uncle called it that. up the butt, you know. he lived
in London for years, he's back THERE now."

"Is that why you hang at men's rooms?"

"I  guess. it's just that it's the best place t'get  some
action when I don't hafta pay t'get in."

`The  kid is lucky to be alive,' Morgan thought but  then
decided to leave the lecturing aside, because who was  he
to lecture, he also started things with a stranger.

"Let's start with blowing Jerry, but only if I can do you
too."

"Really?  Most men just wanna get off. I don't mind  that
much though. its still fun."

"This  will  be  double-fun then! C'mon, how  d'you  feel
about hanging upside down?"

"Huh?"

"Never mind. just come over."

Morgan leaned back on his seat and let Jerry climb to his
bare lap, facing him. Then he grabbed the boy's legs  and
flipped him to a sitting 69. Jerry figured it out and was
soon  gobbling up the fleshy white pole, enjoying a  full
genital suck in return. He skillfully pealed the foreskin
with  his  lips with every in-thrust till the  hot  glans
where  in  direct contact with his tongue.  Morgan  still
felt  the  pain stings at his penis head but now  it  was
merged  with  the unspeakable skill of the  youngster  to
form  a  wonderful mew feel, and he repaid that with  all
the  pleasure  tricks he knew. Soon muffled moans  filled
the  stall.  Then Jerry started to get the feeling.  With
his  entire business in the hot moist mouth, being lashed
and  caressed,  his peak was drawing  near,  when  a  new
sensation sent him completely over the edge, a feeling of
being fingered.

Morgan  couldn't  stand the sight  of  the  brown  pucker
anymore and pushed his index finger clear into it. He was
surprised  how easily it went in, and then  came  another
surprise as the member in his mouth throbbed and  shot  a
few  drops  of  liquid on his tongue while the  chocolate
body  he held went stiff, and than limp, but just  for  a
moment.

Jerry  floated in his strongest orgasm as of  yet  for  a
second,  then  went stark crazy on Morgan's  cock,  deep-
throating  him  with a vengeance, expecting  an  eruption
very  soon.  yet  nothing happened. Morgan  figured  this
would  happen  as the burning sensation washed  him  once
more  sending him to square one cummingwise.  Jerry  lost
interest as his throat became sore, and pulled out.

"You're  something else, man! Nobody held it for so  long
on my blowjobs, did I do something wrong?"

"No  way, Jerry, it was awesome but my cock is not itself
today, the pain came back and stopped me I mean."

"I  got  a better way to get you to. forget." said  Jerry
and  repositioned himself, now sitting on  Morgan's  lap,
their  dicks  touching. "Get ready for the ride  of  your
life!" he spat on his palm and greased his backdoor, then
Morgan's  cock. Then he raised himself and made  the  two
make  contact.  He relaxed his sphincter and  went  down,
impaling  himself on the meat-pole, letting  out  a  soft
"Ahhh".

Morgan shut his eyes, lent his head back and relished the
hot  tightness  enveloping his dick. As  the  brown  orbs
landed on his trimmed pubic bush he got hold of the boy's
hips  and gently supported him as the youngster  went  op
and  down  on him. It was probably the best fuck  of  his
life  but  his kidneys were giving him hell, searing  his
glans ever so often, throwing Morgan away from the finish
line time and time again. Jerry however, with manual help
from Morgan, was already at his third orgasm of the day.

"Man.  you're. hard. to. ple.ase!" he panted as he passed
the threshold again.

"D'you want to stop, Jerry?"

"No way, man! I could do this all day! I wish all the men
I meet are like this!"

"Jerry, honey, you're the best!"

It  was  now  ten minutes since they went in  the  stall.
After that time they changed position, Morgan got up from
the seat letting Jerry stand on it on all fours, and went
back   in,  doggie-style,  pounding  in  and  out  at   a
relentless  rhythm.  After 5  more  minutes  of  that  he
finally felt the end approaching.

He was close,

Closer,

Passed the point of no-return,

PAIN!!

PLEASURE!!!

"Here I CUMM!!!!" he groaned loudly.

He  came like never before, injecting ropes of semen into
Jeremy's colon. Then, seamlessly, let his bladder go too.
It  was  wonderful, it was torture, it was finally  over.
His  penis wasn't burning anymore, still stinging a  bit,
but miles from what it felt an hour before.

"That was. the best!" said Morgan

"Told ya!" piped Jerry, very content with himself.

Morgan  leaned back on the stall door and pulled  out  of
Jerry's  ass  with a wet `plop'. Jerry  climbed  off  the
toilet  seat, opened the lid and proceeded to  expel  the
foreign  liquids deposited in him. The smile  never  left
his face.

"You gonna be here tomorrow, Jerry?"

"Sure  thing!  Are you, Rory?" he got off, wiped  himself
and pulled his shorts back on.
"Could  be. yea, why not? Can we meet here again?" Morgan
said as he lifted his pants from his ankles.

"You bet!! Wait a second. aren't you working?"

"Yea,  I'm working. I'm." closing his zipper, button  and
belt buckle "opening a candy store here."

"Here, here? This mall?"

"Yea.  Know  "Jude's sweet tooth?" I own it." And  opened
the  stall  door.  The room was still (or  maybe  again?)
empty.

"Cool!! You had the best candy around! I never had sweets
better  than yours since mom started buying  at  the  old
mall!"

"Who's your mom?"

"Sarah Clifton."

"No  way!  You're Sarah's boy? I know her! I  live  three
blocks from you, on Kensington."

"That's some shit!"

"I Shit you not. But I have to go get things started on
the new store now."

"Awesome! See ya tomorrow then!"

"I can't wait."

Morgan  left the mall and went to get things  started  on
the new store, counting the minutes till the next day. On
his way back to the store his dick started burning again.
He  accepted it with grace, actually hoping it will  last
the night.

Jerry didn't stay long either. He found he was too exited
about  meeting Morgan again to start `working' on another
man,  satisfied  enough too. He left the men's  room  and
went to the video-arcade, one floor up the same mall.  He
was  back  home before lunchtime, thinking of  Rory,  the
candy man.

The End