Date: Sat, 24 Sep 2005 12:58:50 -0700 From: Boystory Subject: Satyr-Boy-2 Well here's the next installment of "Satyr Boy". It details the characters ongoing sexual experiences. As usual, if you're under 18, or in the company of someone under 18, then please do not download or read this story. The depictions in this story involve sexual contact between a boy and an adult male. The time frame for these stories is during the boy's 8th through 16th year, and the men range from age 19 to 60. Unlike my other stories, this story is mainly about sexual conquest. If that is not to your liking, then please find another story to read. Also, I should state that the events herein are nothing more than fantasy. Any resemblance to any person alive or dead is purely coincidental. None of the events herein ever happened, not that some would be all that bad if they did, but... I would love to hear feedback on this story from all of you. All emails will receive a response (except blatant flames). You can email me at boystory@comcast.net. Before I get to the story, I wanted to express my deepest gratitude to a few people who have helped me with this story up until now. So to Steam Train and Keitare, my deepest gratitude. You both mean the world to me. However, I have had the privilege to work with another outstanding author in his own rite, and was amazed at the quality of advice he sent me on this particular chapter. I have asked him to stay on as my regular editor for all of my stories, and I'm sure that with his help, we will all enjoy what is presented at a significantly higher lever, so Eryemil, my hat is off to you and remember, you will always hold a special place in my heart. Hope you enjoy this installment of "Satyr Boy" Lenny boystory@comcast.net # # # "S A T Y R B O Y" CHAPTER 2 - Joey's Dad Hey all, Daniel here. Glad you came back to hear more. That summer with Eric was how it began. This story will map my explorations; months and years into the future of the eight year old boy I was then. When I got home from camp, things got a bit crazy. I had awakened a need in myself that I didn't know before, and suddenly I wanted more of the same. I started to think, like Eric had told me, of ways to find other guys that I could share this with, someone that would satisfy the thirst Eric had created in me. What better start than one close to home? As soon as I got settled back in, I went over to my best friend's house across the street; maybe he was who I had in mind, my next conquest, though my young mind would have hardly looked upon it that way. When I got there however, his dad was the only one home. He told me that Joey had gone to visit his grandma with his mother, and wouldn't be home for a few days. Joey's dad and I got along pretty well, so I decided to stay around for a while. He seemed to enjoy having me there, and when I asked, he was quick to confirm it. We hung out together, watching sports on TV. He was sitting on his chair, and I was laying on the floor and sometimes when I would look up at him, he'd be looking back. After a while, I was getting cold, so I hopped up off the floor, and onto the chair. He just smiled and put his arms around me when I landed on his lap. I was missing my dad terribly then, and this felt comfortable and familiar to me. I fell asleep. I'm not sure how long it was until I woke up but when I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see a him looking down at me. He was just staring gently, and running his hands through my hair. I couldn't help but smile. I never realized the way he looked at me until that day. There was something in his eyes; the same shimmer of desire that I had learned to associate with nights of sneaking into Eric's room. Nothing sexual happened that afternoon, and eventually I went home. The next morning I went over to his place and had breakfast with him. I didn't want him to be lonely, and I was thinking of ways to show him what I wanted from him. I lied and told him that our shower was busted, then asked if I could use his. He didn't think anything of it, and told me to go ahead. I went into the bathroom, and purposely left the door open. I thought about him as I got undressed and into the shower. Eric had told me that it would be easier to get guys to do stuff with me if they saw me naked, so I called Joey's dad and asked him to bring me a towel. Right when he was coming up to the bathroom door, I stepped out of the shower. His eyes were fixed on me as soon as he walked through the door, and that was just the reaction I was hoping for. I looked into his eyes, then down at my body and asked him if he wanted to touch it. He was rather taken aback by my forwardness, but I could see that he really did want to, there was hunger in his gaze. He came into the bathroom, and sat on the toilet lid. I moved into his lap and he put his arms around me, but it felt more intimate that than the last time we sat on this position. He just stared at my penis, and the hungry look was back full force. After a few minutes of this, I told him to touch it. He looked torn, about what to do, but not all too reluctantly, he reached down and took my dick between his thumb and forefinger. I became erect almost immediately, and I could tell from the bulge against my naked butt that he was too. I told him that I liked it when someone rubbed it until it felt really good, and he began to masturbate me. This is what I was thirsting for, and here, with my best friend's father jacking me off; I knew that I'd always want it, and that things would never be the same again. He continued until I had my dry orgasm, and then let me go, He stood up, looking upset and asked me to go home, so I did. Joey's dad avoided me the next week. Even though I knew he was home, he wouldn't come to the door. When Joey came home, I went over and we played games together, but his dad stayed away. It wasn't until about 3 years later, when I was 11, that something happened between us again. Joey's mom had come down with cancer a year and a half earlier and had died shortly after. Joey and his dad were left alone and I would spend many nights at Joey's or he would spend the night at my house. I tried to comfort him the best I could, but as I had learned from my father's death, he would feel better with time. It was on one of the nights that I stayed over at Joey's that me and his dad had our next encounter. Joey was a very heavy sleeper, and he snored terribly; I on the other hand would wake up at the faint sound of someone walking on the hardwood floor. This night, it was proving harder than usual to fall sleep with Joey's snoring so close by. I got out of bed, and climbed the stairs to his room. I went over to the bed. He seemed sound sleep, so I climbed into bed with him and snuggled close to his body. As I felt his warm body against me I realized that he was sleeping naked. By then I had been with a lot of men, as you will learn on parts this story yet to come. It was then that I decided to continue what we had started 3 years earlier. I slipped off my briefs and pushed my butt against him. It didn't cross my mind then that he might have been awake, but now I look back and I'm not whether that that was the case or not. His dick got hard as soon as I pushed my ass to it. Reflexively, he put his arm over my body and pulled me to him, in a warm embrace that managed to arouse me even more. We lay like that for quite a while, but I wanted more of him. I rolled over under his arm so we were facing each other then reached down and grabbed hold of his penis, which was only about 6" long and uncircumcised. I began to masturbate him like he did to me 3 years before; gently stroking along the length of his shaft. His breath became gradually deeper, and after a few minutes he opened his eyes and looked at me. His eyes held fear in them, but I continued to jack him off while trying to sooth him. His breathing became shallow, and I could tell he was close to orgasm. This had always been my favorite time, because soon, I'd be able to taste him. I stopped masturbating him, and before he had time for much reaction, I took him in my mouth. That was all it took for him; he immediately began to come. I sucked him, swallowing his cum, each spurt as it came. I loved the taste. Always had, and I'm sure I always will. Once I had him licked clean and he went soft, I gave him a kiss on the cheek, curled up to his body and went to sleep. Our last time together was in 1975. I would have my 14th birthday in a few weeks and Joey invited me over to stay with him for the weekend. Joey and I had been together a couple of times, mostly just jacking off, though he did let me suck him off once. I wasn't really interested in boys my age, I realized. Over the years, I had told Joey that I liked having sex with men. He and I were so close, that he didn't have a problem with it. He even tried to guess which men I had been with, but that was one thing I would never tell him. The conversation got around to who I would like to have sex with, it was the moment of truth for me. I told Joey that I wanted to have sex with his dad. It surprised me, but he told me to go ahead. He said he knew his dad was attracted to young boys, and even though he had never touched him in a sexual way, he was pretty sure his dad had been "involved" with a few other boys. This shocked me. Had I awakened these feelings in him some 6 years earlier? I began to feel a little guilty. Joey's dad had gone to bed early that night and told us not to stay up too late. Joey and I had just gone into his bedroom and he told me that I should make my move on his dad. My best friend was actually giving me permission to let his dad fuck me. I was astounded, and felt encouraged. I went into his dad's room and he was awake. He told me he knew I would be there that night by the way I had been looking at him. I said nothing, but began to undress. Once I was naked, he looked me over and told me that I had really grown up, and that I was a beautiful boy. I approached him and gave him a big hug which he returned. He was just wearing pajama bottoms with no shirt, so I hooked my fingers in the waist band and began to remove his PJ bottoms. Both our dicks were hard as we moved onto the bed. I looked into his eyes and told him to fuck me. He just put his finger to my lips, telling me to be quiet. He told me how scared he was that first morning when I called him into the bathroom. He explained that he had been with several young teens before that morning, but I made him realize he liked younger boys too. He was very frightened about that, he confessed. He told me that he had been with 3 or 4 boys since that night, but for some reason, he kept thinking of me when he had sex with them. He was truly fantasizing about having sex with me, and that confirmation was all I needed. He laid me back on the bed, and began to kiss and lick my body; from my neck, to my chest. He sucked each of my nipples, and even bit them tenderly. This was a new experience for me, and I found it quite stimulating. He kissed and caressed my tummy. He skipped over my dick, and began to lick and caress my inner thighs. He moved up my body and began to lick my ballsac then he sucked my balls into his mouth, one at a time. By this time, I was in sexual overload. I only knew one thing, I wanted to cum, and I was desperate for it. My breathing was very erratic. My heart was pounding in my chest. All I could think of was my need to cum. I gasped trying to speak, and was finally able to croak out a request that he let me cum. He moved up to my cock, and began to put it in his mouth. His tongue wrapped around my cut dick, which by this time had almost reached my adult size of 6.5". He gently and slowly sucked me, and it was one of the most amazing orgasms I have had to date. He greedily swallowed my small load, licking me clean until I began to soften. I looked into his eyes with all the desire I could muster, and begged him to fuck me. He just smiled. I got up on my hands and knees, spreading my legs a little to give him better access. He got a tube of some kind of lubricant, and began to prepare my ass finger fucking me with his pinky finger. Gradually increasing the number of fingers until he had three working in and out of my butt with little to no resistance. It was then that I got my prize. I could feel the tip of his cock press against me. By this point, I was hard again, and ready for it. He slowly inserted himself into me, inch by inch until I could feel his pubic bush scratching my butt cheeks, then he just stopped and left it fully inside me for a few moments and then began to slowly fuck me in and out. This went on for at least 15 minutes without him increasing speed. I could feel the beginnings of another orgasm in my own body, and I guess he could sense it too, because he began to increase the tempo of his thrusts. As he picked up speed, I could feel myself getting closer to my second orgasm. He was moving faster and I felt I could take no more, then I felt him expanding within my body, and just as he pushed his dick into me as far as he could, I came, covering my body in my own cum. He laid down beside me and kissed me on the back of the head, then threw his arm over me, pulled the blankets over us both, and we slept. The next morning, Joey asked me about it, and all I could do was look at him. I think he understood. Two weeks later, I woke up and looked out my window to see a moving van over at Joey's house. I went over and found out that they had moved the previous day while I was at another "friend's" for the weekend. I never heard from either Joey or his dad again.