Date: Fri, 23 Aug 2002 10:37:38 -0700 (PDT) From: tag michaels Subject: A Ray Of sunshine This story depicts sex between a young teen boy and an adult male. If this bothers you, or if for any reason you should not be reading this kind of story, then you should go away. There is nothing in this story that is remotely true. Well, maybe remotely but very very remotely and certainly not the characters. I have no knowledge by experience or ear of anything like what this story is about. Chapter 1 It was kind of a dreary little town, as small towns go, if a population of twenty thousand is considered small. I worked for a mom and pop business that was beginning to expand from the city into small towns, just like this one, and I had moved here to open and manage the new store, getting myself out of the city. While I did well at the medium paying job, I had a bit of a drug problem that was known only to me, so I figured the change of scenery would help me kick it. The business was located on the waterfront, at the edge of downtown and I had found a small, older house close by that went for pretty cheap. The price was appropriate since the house pretty much matched the dreariness of everything else within fifty miles of it. The one thing of beauty, or peace or attraction , whatever you want to call it, was a small waterfront park that was close by. When I finished work, or even sometimes for lunch, I would walk to the park and eat or just sit and listen to the sound of the waves as they rolled on to the rocks that made up the shore line. I was sitting one night after work, about seven o'clock, quietly taking in the sounds of seagulls, waves, the occasional horn from town. The day had been a typical gray overcast day that threatened to rain. At twenty three, I was getting pretty tired of the weather and dreamed of moving someplace warm, with white sandy beaches and palm trees. Like 75% of the rest of the country, Hawaii came to mind, but I lacked the know how, or maybe the balls, to go for it. Of course having few marketable skills didn't help much. Sure, I had a bachelors degree in business management but I didn't see that as a great gold mine, but then, my self confidence matched the dreariness of the my environment so perhaps I deserved to stay here, maybe I didn't really belong on white sandy beaches under palm trees. I wasn't using though, so that was a plus, although my surroundings seem to encourage it. I was mulling my miserable existence for the millionth time and didn't see or hear him as he skipped rocks over the waves twenty feet away. It was only when he plopped down on the far end of my bench that I climbed out of my reverie and got reacquainted with my surroundings, miserable though I thought they were. Naturally I glanced over to see what had ruined a perfectly good depressed mood to see a boy, maybe eleven or twelve, not that I am a good judge. He was wearing a well worn Raiders cap backwards on his head, yellow t-shirt that had seen better days, or at least cleaner ones, and baggy half jeans whose wear matched everything else. The face though was a ray of sunshine. Smooth, clear of any blemishes that I could detect in the failing light, grey eyes framed by long dark lashes, he was cute, maybe even beautiful, by any standard. Medium brown hair curled out from under the cap at his ears and back of his head. The glance lasted only a few seconds but it seemed like slow motion as I took all this information in. When he smiled at me, his perfect teeth almost blinding in their whiteness. "Hey" he said in a voice that still belonged to a boy not yet into puberty. "Hey" I said back, trying to force myself to produce a smile. "Did I disturb your thinking," he asked with a little concern, "I'm sorry if I did, I can move" he rushed on. "No, no, that's ok, I probably needed to change what I was thinking anyhow," I responded back to him. He turned more to face me than the waterfront and asked, "What were you thinking about, if I may ask?" Polite little guy I thought to myself and found that I wanted to continue talking with him. "Oh, a lot of things, most of them negative" I replied with a sigh. "Like how crummy this town is, how crappy the weather is most of the time, how your job sucks and how you want to move someplace warm and sunny?" he stated, with barely an inflection of a question. My mouth must have dropped open because he laughed, a wonderful melodic sound, almost as soothing as a wind chime. "That's what most adults say when they look like you were looking like, sometimes even when they don't look like that. I guess I might think like that too when I grow up but for now, it's an okay place, of course I don't have a job but I have school and it's not so bad. My mom says it sometimes too" and at this point his face clouded over slightly but the brightness was right back. "Come on, I'll show you something," he said and got up and began walking the trail between the stand of huge fir trees that made up the park and the water. I got up and followed and caught up with him when he stopped. He pointed up toward the top of the tree and said, "See, an Eagle's nest. Don't see them in town like that, kinda unusual. Have you ever seen an Eagle flying," he asked and without waiting for an answer went on, "It's a way kewl thing to see, they are really majestic like." He stepped back a bit then pointed at the trees in general. "Look at the size of these trees, they're huge, which means they're old. Way back a long time ago one of the guys that built this town owned the property and gave it to the town for it's first park and said they couldn't cut em down." "I guess what I'm saying is, there are lotsa things here that make it an okay place to live, ya know." We paused for a moment and we both looked around. He pointed out to the open water just the water was dying down from what appeared to be a large splash. "Watch," he said. A moment later a huge shape came up out of the water and went back down. "A whale" he commented. Don't get to see that very often either. He looked at his watch and said he had to "git" and started jogging off. He stopped a ways down the trail and yelled back, "Name's Jared, see you tomorrow Shawn," turned back and continued jogging. It wasn't until the next day that I realized, I hadn't told him my name. Chapter 2 I went home in a better mood that night, a mood that carried over into the next day. I wondered if Jared would show up, looked forward to it. I sat on the bench after work and sure enough he showed up and plopped down on the bench, just like the evening before. He was bubbly, chatty, outgoing, charming and just damned cute and as the days went on, I looked more and more toward spending time with him. Like most boys his age he had a ton of questions and unlike boys his age, he didn't seem to have any bad days. Over the course of the next few weeks, I discovered he was a seventh grader in the local middle school, he lived with his mom who tended bar downtown at night so he was left alone a lot. He and his mom got along great he said except that he didn't see her as much as he would have liked. He always left about the same time everyday and I found out that he visited his great grandmother in a nursing home not far from where we were. She was the only family they had here and he enjoyed the time he spent with her, she seemingly having played a large part in his younger growing up years. During those few weeks Jared also broke the boundaries barrier by sitting close to me on the bench and standing close enough to me so that when we walked I draped an arm over his shoulder. At about five feet three inches, he was almost perfect for my five foot eight, snuggling right in and often placing an arm around my waist. At this point in time, I hadn't had any particular interest in boys. In fact, I didn't seem to have an interest in girls either, never having had a girlfriend. Another thing on interest, in fact, I was still a virgin. So, when I discovered that I was having deeper feelings for Jared, I began to question my own sexuality, wondering if deep down, maybe I was gay. I know that sounds pretty silly for a guy my age to not know but seriously, I just hadn't considered it. I usually jacked off to girl type fantasies but I didn't even seem to do that very often. Weird. One evening we were sitting and talking, alternated with periods of silence, which we both seemed ok with. Jared seemed to having something on his mind and I commented on it. He seemed to blush a little and brushed it off. After a few minutes more silence he said, "Can I tell you something Shawn and you won't think I'm weird or something?" I told him he could tell me or ask me any thing at all and I would never think he was weird and I would never laugh at him or put him down for anything he thought. "Well," he went slowly, as if struggling for the right words, "I had a wet dream last night. I never had one before" Sex was something that just hadn't come up in our evening chats so I was a little bit surprised. I said, "Well Jared, from what I know, that isn't unusual for guys, specially boys your age." He didn't say anything for a bit then went on, "Well," he went on quietly, "there's more, and that's the part that's hard to tell of. I was dreaming about you when it happened." Now, that shocked me to reality and my reaction must have been visible to the young boy because his head dropped to his chest. "I knew you'd think bad of me." He started to get up and I initiated touching him for the first time. I put my hand on his shoulder to make him stay. "No, no, Jared," I whispered back to him, "I don't think it's weird and I don't think you're bad at all. I really don't know all that much about sex and I've never ever told anyone this, but I am still a virgin, I've never had sex with anyone at ever. I mean, I know that guys like guys sometimes and that's ok, I just don't know much more about it. No one has ever expressed any interest in me that way, at least not that I know of, so that is as much a surprise as anything." My self esteem didn't allow me to think of myself as attractive to anyone, much less a young teenage boy. I didn't think of myself as ugly, just not anything. We were looking at each other now, in the dwindling light, two friends baring their souls and not sure what to say next. "Can I ask you what the dream was about Jared?" I asked "I can't remember all of it but I think we were messin around and I think I was suckin on your thing, ya know, your cock." His head had dropped back to his chest, clearly embarrassed. I didn't know what else to say or do at the moment so put my hand on his shoulder and pulled gently telling him to come here. He slid next to me, and I put my around his shoulder and pulled him tight to hug him. He threw his arms around my waist, buried his head in my chest and held on for dear life. I put my other arm around him and there we sat for a few minutes, hugging almost protectively, fiercely, my chin resting on the top of his pretty little head. "I think of you a lot Shawn," he said, voice slightly muffled by my body. "I watched you here before we ever met, I asked someone else who you were, and I made a plan to meet you, just like it happened." He rushed on, "I've never liked girls much, I've liked a few boys but that's all. I've been afraid to say anything to anyone cause it's so...gay. I told him that since I had met him, I had thought of him a lot too, and even found myself wondering if it was a sexual attraction. It was all so new to me that I really didn't know what to think. My sharing that with him seemed to make him a little more bold so he said, "I have even played with myself and squirted thinking about you Shawn. I mean, my thing is hard right now just talking of it and having you hold me." Although I hadn't been hard, I was getting there. The talk, the closeness of his firm young body, knowing that he was turned on by me generated feelings that I had rarely experienced, and I told him so. "Do you really," he asked looking up at me, "is your thing hard too." I replied that indeed it seemed that way. Embolden by my admission, he placed his hand on my lap and felt around, finding my stiffened cock right away. "Oh man, it is hard Shawn, your thing feels so hard. Do you want to touch mine Shawn, do you want to feel on my thing too?" he asked, hope in his young voice. My eyes had been scanning around to see if we were alone and we were. People came here during the day but after work hours, the place was generally deserted. Without saying anything I let my hand drop to Jared's lap and found that what he said was true, he was hard, very hard from what I could tell. I squeezed him gently, trying to gauge his size but it was tough with the excess cloth in the way. Jared sensed what I was doing and reached down to unsnap and unzip his pants, then his hand returned to my lap. I slipped my hand inside, discovering boxers, and latched onto his rigid young cock through the cloth. He moaned quietly as I felt him, discovering about five inches of rock solid boy flesh. My own cock was straining in my pants and Jared, again sensing my need, and probably his as well, unzipped my pants and tried to get his hand in. I helped by unbuttoning them and he slipped his hand inside, exploring my flesh, as I explored his. Whispering he said, "Gosh Shawn, your thing feels so big and it's so hard, oh man." He hadn't touched flesh yet but what he was doing created the best feeling I had ever had, better than the drugs I no longer used, and I told him so. "Ya, you're touchin me like that feels really good too Shawn, it makes me want to squirt out my sperms, oh man. I opened the fly of his boxers and pulled the young shaft out, felt up and down it's length, discovering that the boy was circumcised, and I began slowly stroking on it. God his flesh felt so good in my hand, firm yet the softness of skin, and so so warm. Jared moaned, his breathing became faster, as I manipulated his penis and it was only a moment before I felt it swell in my hand and the boy grunted as his young cum popped out the top. I made the assumption that there was actual content cause by now it was too dark to really see clearly and the park didn't have lights. "Oh man," he finally whispered, "that felt so awesome Shawn, gosh." I asked him if he made actual sperm and he replied that he did, not lots, just a few globs of the stuff. "I want to make you squirt out too Shawn," he said, "I bet you make lotsa squirts." I replied that I did and that it would be a much bigger mess to clean up than what his might be. I also knew that I wanted this divine young boy to make me cum so I suggested that I turn sideways and he might direct the spray onto the bench. He agreed. We disengaged from the hug, he moving aside slightly and I rolled kind of onto one hip. Jared pulled my cock out through the fly of my boxers as I had done to him and began stroking my cock. "Gosh it's so big and so hard Shawn, oh man," he said, a degree of awe in his voice. The angle wasn't the best for him but the boy managed and it didn't take long before the feelings started. "It's gonna come out Jared, go a little faster," I whispered and he picked up speed. And then it happened. I grunted, my body convulsing repeatedly as my cock jetted out glob after glob of cum, splattering the back of the bench, my orgasm created for the first time by someone other than myself. And it felt damned fucking great. "Oh man Shawn," the boy exclaimed, "I couldn't see but it looked like you made a ton of sperms, I wish I coulda saw it squirt out." I told him that it felt really great, his jacking me off like that and I wished I could have seen him squirt too. "Let's go to your house then Shawn, lets go and do sexy again and watch each other squirt out sperms." His voice began to rise in the excitement he must have been feeling. I was a little nervous about having a young teenage boy in my house, having sex. If we got caught it would be the end of me. Jared must have sensed my concerns. "Don't worry Shawn, I won't tell anyone, I promise. I don't know anyone I could tell and besides I could never live it down in this town if people knew." Of course the consequences were much different for me but the perception he had of how bad it would be for him was very real and severe in his mind. I really did want to devour this boy to see his naked body and hold it in my arms, to taste his cock, his young cum. "Ok," I said, "common." we both tucked ourselves back in, having to stand up to finish as mine was still hard and I was guessing his was too. Chapter 3 We talked as we walked about nothing in particular and keeping some distance between us. Wouldn't want anyone to suspect anything. Not that they would of course but our paranoia was kicked up a notch, knowing that we were headed toward illegal waters. One good thing about my little house is that it's surrounded by a tall hedge that probably hadn't been trimmed since Jared was born. There was a small opening for the driveway, the only real access to the property, and since there were no neighbors real close, it had privacy. The house itself was a two bedroom one bath, probably built in the 1930's and last painted about the same time. It had a covered porch along the entire front, and that was kind of cool. I unlocked the front door and ushered my young guest inside, closing the door after us. I had left a small table lamp on so it would be light when I got home. I pulled the curtains while Jared gazed around the place. It was dingy, the furniture old but it was clean, and it served my purpose since until now, I had never entertained. I had a few posters on the wall, Morrison, Hendrix and Joplin, one of Led Zeppelin. It hadn't occurred to me until just that moment that three of them were dead as was Zepp's drummer and I wondered for a second if that was some kind of reflection on my personality. Aside from those things I had a decent stereo and large TV, and that was about it. "I like your place Shawn, it's cool," he said as he took of the long sleeved shirt that served as a kind of windbreaker. He kicked off his sneakers and in a flash had undone the snap on his pants and let them drop to the floor. Although his t-shirt came down over his genitals, I could still see a bulge sticking out, his young cock hard, as he stepped out of his pants and came over to me. "I really want to see your big hard thing Shawn," he said as he undid my pants and pulled them far enough down for them to fall the rest of the way on their own. My shirt was covering my groin as well and he pulled it up to my waist so he could see my boxers, and the bulge in the front. I took the cue and pulled my shirt over my head, and we both stood in the center of my living room in our underwear, obviously rock hard cocks standing at attention and, I for one, not knowing exactly what to do. I reached out and caught the bottom of Jared's T and lifted it gently up over his gorgeous face, then just looked at him. He was slender, but well formed, the definition of the man he would become, clearly in evidence. His belly was flat, firm looking, and sloped gently into the waistband of his underwear. He was a beautiful boy of that there was no doubt. And I told him so. He came closer to me and took my hand and said, "You're handsome too Shawn, you just don't know it. I like looking at you, it makes me feel kinda tingly in my tummy." He ran his hands slowly up and down the front of my body, from nipples to belly button, like a blind person feeling their way. Like Jared, I had no excess hair there, and barely a trail from my navel to my dick. Maybe it was cause I was dishwater blonde cause the hairs on my arms wasn't that thick either and very light colored, same with my legs. "Your body is so smooth and hard," he whispered, his hands continuing to explore a little longer then stopping at the waistband of my boxers. He looked up at me as his finger slipped inside the pulled the cloth downward, out and over my stiff dick, and lowered them, along with himself, bringing him face to face with the object of his desire. Once the boxers were all the way down, he reached out and grasped my throbbing cock in his hand. "Oh man Shawn, your thing is so so beautiful, so hard, and so big," he said quietly as his hand squeezed gently up and down the length. "And so much stuff leaking out." His hand moved to cup my balls and heft them, feeling their weight and size. "Gosh your balls feel heavy to me Shawn," he commented. At just a little bit over six and a half inches, I didn't feel all that big but my balls did seem fairly large in their bag. "Gosh Jared it feels so good having you touch me and hold on me like that, your hands are so warm and good feeling," I said to him as I watched him from above. "I want to see you too Jared, stand up please " and I took a hand, guiding him to his feet. I knelt in front of him, admired his body from up close. The front of his boxers were sticking out at me, I didn't want to wait any longer and, as he had done to me, put my fingers in his waistband and pulled his underwear down. His young hard boy cock almost leapt into view and stood proudly at attention in front of my face. While I had never ever considered a guys dick before, this was the most beautiful piece of flesh I had every laid my eyes on. it was perfect in every way, smooth slender, pale with veins running through it. The head was perfectly proportioned to the five inch shaft and he had an equally beautifully matched set of balls hanging gently between smooth white thighs, one ball lower than the other in a hairless bag. At the base of this piece of live boy art were the beginnings of his pubic patch, light golden brown hairs, sparse and just starting to curl up. Looking at the tip of his cock I noticed a single clear drop of liquid, young boy precum. I took his shaft in my hand and gently stroked it the guided my lips to his slit and stole the pearl of his balls with my tongue. He moaned slightly, his hands going to my head as if to encourage more foraging. I licked at the head again then took it into my mouth, being careful to keep my lips over my teeth so as not to hurt him. I had never done this before but it seemed the prudent thing to do. He stopped me almost immediately. "I'm gonna squirt out right off if you keep doin that Shawn and I want to wait a little. Can we go to your bed Shawn, and lay down please." I stood then, and in an exuberant fit of romanticism, reached down and grabbed behind his legs and scooped the young God up into my arms. Jared giggled his delightful melodic giggle and wrapped his arms around my neck and before we both knew what was happening he leaned up and kissed me lightly on the lips then snuggled his head into my shoulder. I held him tight to me as I carried him down the hall and into my room, typically a gently mess, and laid him gently down on my bed. I had washed the sheets that morning before work so for once the bed was actually made. I sat next to him and looked into his face while my hand slowly traced over his chest and belly, down to his pubic hairs, the head of his rock hard dick hitting the back of my hand. "Lay down with me Shawn please," he asked, and I followed his request. He snuggled into my arms, pressing his firm warm young body into mine, our faces very close together. I allowed a hand to rub up and down his back, from his head to the gloriously firm mounds of his butt. Again, he leaned in and kissed me, this time staying a little longer and moving his lips in what he imagined what kissing was all about. His breath was sweet and light, his perfectly formed lips, soft against mine. My cock throbbed even harder between us and he giggled again when the kiss broke. "Your thing wants some attention Shawn, I felt it move on my belly," he said with a dazzling grin as he moved his body away from mine. He pushed me onto his back and grasped onto my stiff pole and slowly stroked on it a couple times before sliding down for a closed inspection. Like I did to him, he stuck his tongue out and licked the precum from my slit, tasting it in the process. "That tastes ok, kinda salty," he commented as if a food critic. He put his head down again and brought his lips to the head and suckled it some before slipping the whole head into his mouth. I jumped a little and told him about putting his lips over his teeth. He mumbled a "sorry" and went back to it. I had never been so fucking hot before in my life as I watched the young beauty bobbing his head slightly on my cock. It didn't take long and I told him I was gonna squirt. He took his mouth away but stayed close as he jacked me off. "Go a little faster now Jared, oh man I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cuuuuuuuuuuummmmm!!!!" I almost yelled out the last word as my body stiffened to match my dick as it began it's eruption. My sperm flew out, reaching new heights as it splattered against my chin and neck, my nipples and belly and finally slowing to a trickle out onto Jared's knuckles. "Oh wow," he said, excitement in his voice, "that was awesome oh man Shawn I never saw anything like that before ever I hope I can shoot out that far sometime. Gosh I felt your thing go all hard just before you squirted, it felt awesome." I laughed and told him he would some day and I hoped I was there to see it happen. The feelings subsided and I rolled off the bed and grabbed a piece of laundry and cleaned myself up before cleaning of Jared's hand. He had laid back flat on the bed, a very desirable bundle of boy, his cock almost throbbing in anticipation and need of release, his boy balls hanging between his legs. God I wanted this boy. Never in my life had I ever wanted anything in my life so much. I laid next to him and said, "Your turn" as I grasped onto his boy flesh and slowly stroked it. He moaned at my touch, the moans growing louder almost immediately. It happened fast, before he even knew it was gonna. I felt flesh harden in my hand and he thrust his slender hips in the air as he came, his young sweet cum firing up onto his chest in two watery white globs, then, like mine, just a small trickle. He waited a moment, hips back to the bed, allowing his breathing to slow down. "Oh my gosh," he whispered, "I never ever felt anything so fantastic Shawn that was awesome the feelings and look how far I squirted, I never done that before." I leaned down and licked his sperms into my mouth and like he had noticed, a little salty but pleasant flavor. He threw his arms around my neck and pulled me down and kissed me again, this time harder and longer and when he broke it off said, "You are so so awesome Shawn, I so love being sexy with you I want to do it all the time now I think, oh man. I held him in my arms thinking the very same thing, I loved his body and unless I was mistaken, and I could be since I had never felt it before, I thought I was falling in love with him. Falling in love with a ray of sunshine.