Date: Sat, 17 Jun 2006 17:57:31 -0700 (PDT) From: zanhoweser Mackington Subject: Sam The Delinquent 01 SAM THE DELINQUENT 01 Disclaimer: Do not read if you do not care for fictional m/b situations. The characters are not real. Any comments may be sent to: zanmountain@yahoo.com CRASH!!! TINKLE!!! CRASSSSH! POPPING GLASS!! The baseball came to rest on Mr. Fauck's living room coffee table. SPIN!!!! SPIN!!! SPIN!! SPIN! SPIN spin! Spin. Spin. Mr. Fauck was a man in his 40s, still very athletic and muscled. He looked at the resting baseball. "Sam again." Mr. Fauck muttered as he exited the house to find the mop-headed blond boy peddling his bicycle rapidly away. "Sam! I know that was you! Sam!!" Mr. Fauck huffed as he came to the curb and saw the spunky kid peddle down the block. He leaned over and picked up the baseball glove with the boy's name and address inked inside. The baseball bat was wooden and wrapped in tape. "Guess we need a little talk here." Mr. Fauck walked over to Sam's house. Mr. Fauck started remembering the vivid images of his dear neighbor boy and mom. His flashbacks were strong! Sam lived with his mom who was an alcoholic and rumored prostitute. Sam was thought to be a "love child" from her many suitors and clients. The neighborhood was a blue collar working hood, and looked the other way. It was rumored that Sam's mom was into drugs and found any way she could to make cash. Sam was drop-dead gorgeous boy of 13 years and 2 months. He was firming up nicely. He was developing a smooth chest and the beginnings of 6-pack boy abs. He was hairless all over except for a few soft downy pubes sprouting at the base of his developing boyhood. His balls were hung and low. He had a bowl cut mop head of blonde hair that his mother had also high-lighted. He had a sprinkling of freckles across his nose and cheeks and shoulders. He was 100% all boy, and Mr. Fauck wanted him badly. He always carried his high-resolution digital camera. Mr. Fauck's memories swam back to him to when the boy was 12 years old. It started when Mr. Fauck would drop by his yard as his mother was absent so often. Sam was fascinated with Cowboys and Indians and Magic Books. He idolized Sitting Bull and Houdini of all people, after reading about them in school. That is, when the school probation officer forced the boy to school! One summer day the 12 year old Sam was whooping it up as an "Indian" wearing nothing but two home-made cut out flaps for a loin cloth. They were hung from a twisted bathrobe tied about his waist, one flap for the front, and one flap for the firm butt. Mr. Fauck pulled up a yard-chair in the well hidden backyard as the boy yelled like an Indian. CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! Mr. Fauck was up to 120 digital shots, thanks to the large memory cards of his camera! The jumping and dancing like an Indian would reveal fleeting glances of his dangling thick boy dick! What a smooth slanted head! Nice cigar-band near the head. The balls were definitely growing fuller and hung. He didn't think the boy had any pubes at 12, but didn't know for sure. The boy bowed as he stepped up to a wooden crate, huffing and panting from the Indian dances. He put on a black top hat and proclaimed himself as "The Great Magician Escape Artist." Mr. Fauck clapped and the boy soaked in the attention. "What are you going to do for your great trick, Indian Magician?" Sam dangled a pair of magic handcuffs and pointed to a huge A-frame in the back yard, designed for lifting motors out of cars. It was bare, save for a hook and pulley winch. "Tie my feet with this rope, tightly, and then place these handcuffs on my hands, behind my back, and hang me upside down on that hook... I will escape!!! Bet you money I can. $20 says I can!" The boy had stolen a twenty from his mother in trying to scam Mr. Fauck. "First show me that you have a twenty, Mr. F." Mr. Fauck shook his hand and said "Here's the twenty, it is yours if you can do that." Mr. Fauck got an erection as he kneeled tightly roping the boy's smooth legs together. The boy's smooth muscular thighs flexed. "Not too tight, eh?" The boy nodded proudly "no" and thought his sharp pocket knife was well hidden, taped to the back fold of his back flap. He had used extra tape to hold the knife in place. He planed on popping off the magic handcuffs with the secret release button as indicated in the Magic Kit and using the knife to slice through the feet ropes. The boy did not realize that Mr. Fauck had quickly read the enclosed instructions in the kit when the boy was jumping around the yard like an Indian. He knew the handcuffs had a release button. "Now, my good man, if you would snap the cuffs on my hands." Mr.Fauck obliged and snapped the metal cuffs CLACKIT CLICKET to the boy's wrists. He, unknown to Sam, had wedged a piece of stick against the release button catch. It was now jammed tight. "And now sucker, before you lose your twenty, hoist me up on that hook so I am upside down." Mr. Fauck was almost hyperventilating as he knew what would happen. The boy was not the brightest bulb in the house. The cool metal hoisting hook went deep into the rope between the boy's ankles. He started the electric winch and slowly the boy's legs went up in the air. The boy was smiling and laughing "Stupid old fart, I'm gonna be rich." The boy was hoisted by the hook to the top of the A-frame so he dangled upside down. His head was about 2 feet off the ground. He held his flaps by flexing his thighs together to hold them tucked between his inner thighs. "Now for the amazing... uh... er... uh... amazing and unbelievable....amazing..." The boy wiggled and pressed hard on the release button but felt the cuffs jam stubbornly. He pressed again and again till his thumb hurt and turned red. His mop head blonde hair swooshed downward. CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK- Mr. Fauck loved the scene and took more digital pics. The boy wiggled harder back and forth trying to force the handcuffs off. The inevitable and expected happened for Mr. Fauck. FLOOooop, Flaaappppp.... Both modesty panels flopped down and rested on his stomach and his lower back. His long boy dick was clearly revealed, both smooth oval balls descended down. As he slowly spun around, his firm wiggling butt flexed in and out. CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLOSE UP CLICKS "Hey! Hey! I will get out of this! I will! I will! I uh, have this magic ring in the kit that will give me super powers. Get it for me!!" The boy was trying to buy time. Mr. Fauck had reached 300 high-resolution digital pics on his camera when he taunted the laughing boy. "Ok, magic Indian boy. Cry uncle? Well, I found your magic ring in the kit." The boy looked red-faced at his neighbor. "Place it on me. It will give me super powers to escape!" Mr. Fauck had in his pocket a small gay cock ring he had ordered from the catalogs. It even looked somewhat like the cheap magic ring in the boy's kit! "I will put it on you. Hmm. No fingers. This will do!" The boy laughed and laughed as Mr. Faucked lifted up his long boy penis and felt the ring slide down to the base. "You put it ...it...on my thing...ha ha haha." Mr. Fauck said "Now before your eyes I will summon the monster!" He tightened the smooth cock ring TIGHTER AND TIGHTER The boy's smooth dangling penis enlarged, and grew hard and longer... And longer and longer as Mr. Fauck helped push and tug more the penis past the tight ring. It was turning reddish blue but was so engorged and erect the boy opened his mouth in disbelief!!! His 4-1/2 inch dick was now extended to 8-1/2 inches and swollen! The head was enormous and glossy. CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK Mr. Fauck was now up to 450 digital pics. "Uncle! Uncle! Ok, lemme down! Lemme down." As the boy dangled with his head to the ground, He licked the swollen rock hard penis up and down and took in the head for the taste. He quickly let the boy cock out of his mouth as the boy looked up towards his neighbor. Mr. Fauck pressed the smooth release on the cock ring and quickly the boy's swollen penis returned to normal size. He quickly took the cock ring off and in his pocket and put the boy's magic kit ring to the ground where he could see it. Mr. Fauck un-jammed the cuffs and released the boy's hands. He let the boy down and untied his feet. The boy got up dizzy and sat in the lawn-chair. "I don't know what went wrong. It was weird!!! I did that trick a hundred times!" Mr. Fauck patted his neighbor on the head nearly creaming in his trousers at the hot scene. "Look, I know you are a great magician and Indian, here's the twenty. Buy some more stuff." The boy grinned and shook his neighbor's hand. He really liked Mr. Fauck!! The boy's now semi dangling thick dick wept across the dark blue seat cushion of the lawn chair. It left a transparent sticky trail. "What is going on? Huh??? What happened. Mom loves these chairs!! Did I pee on it? Oh no! Oh man! Oh now. What's going on?" Mr. Fauck kneeled looking at the situation and the shy boy quickly tucked his leaking dick down underneath the flap out of sight, feeling the stickiness on his fingers. "Looks like pre-cum. You're 12 right?" "Yep, well near 13." "You have any hair around your dick yet?" Mr. Fauck pressed on. "Hey! That's personal. Well one or two. Why?" "I know you have missed a lot of school, and sex-ed classes. But this sticky clear stuff looks like pre-cum. Us guys may sperm to get women pregnant and have babies. As you get older you will be able to make thick creamy white stuff shoot out your hard dick. The clear sticky stuff is usually first." The boy was shocked and blushed three shades of red. His head was spinning. "Ok. But, can we clean it up so mom won't kill me!?!?" The boy got up and came back with cleaning supplies. The two worked until the stain was greatly reduced. "Well, um, I better go in now. Thanks for the twenty." Sam had quickly changed into his cut-off jean shorts with no underwear. His penis was snaking down one leg and clearly outlined. A wet spot grew larger as he stood there. "Ok, see ya Sam! You are very cool and smart. Don't worry. It's just between us guys." "Thanks Mr. Fauck! That's cool! Ok! Bye!!" "YES?" FLASHBACK TO PRESENT (Mr. Fauck's vivid memories of last year fade to the present as he finds himself standing at Sam's house and seeing his mom answer the door.) "Oh, Miss Dupples. Your son Sam left this on my coffee table, through the courtesy of my living room plate glass window." "Sam! Sam! Get your ass out here boy." Sam shyly peers around the corner and walks forward. "Ow!!" Sam's mom grabs a mop of blond hair and pulls him to the door. "I did it! I'll work it off. I swear." Mr. Fauck had a plan. "Ok, my grass needs mowing and I have odd jobs around my place. Come over tomorrow and mow my grass. That window was about $400." The mom was smiling and said "Do it Sam. Now leave me alone, I've got some friends coming over." Mr. Fauck walked back to his house smiling, knowing he would enjoy reviewing his hundreds of digital high-resolution files of the boy on his huge Plasma Screen on the wall with booming surround sound. Tomorrow would be another day!