Date: Mon, 17 Feb 2020 15:54:22 -0500
From: MC VT
Subject: Searching for Cy - Gay Adult-Youth

Searching for Cy
 ©MCVT2017 February 13, 2020

Wants, needs, duty and longing.  We're all searching in our ways.

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"Cy.  Is that you?"  The short kid slowly turned to me, face wide in
question.

The spotlight from the landscaping glowed on the side of his face as he
turned.  A boy in jeans and a damp tee-shirt.  Hot night on the strip, he
was working the north end.  Not many breezes there, not much action either
-- older guys chased him off from the best corners.  A row of sweat beads
lined his upper lip.  That beautiful upper lip, full, curved perfectly and
it stretched into a grin.

"Are you hungry?"

He came to me.  "Really hungry."

"Burger and fries?"

He nodded and grabbed my hand.  I sighed, Cy was with me.

"Go around back of the Sand Dollar and look for me to come, okay?"

...

Thirty years ago, a co-worker in an accounting firm where I worked began
embezzling to feed his habit.  Auditing through our books, I found it
first.  Cut a deal with Simon - told him where he could hide his funds
off-shore.  Well, I told him after he gave me half.  Bought the Sand Dollar
Motor Lodge with my cut.  Shabby place near the end of the strip, always
busy.  Prime real estate, figured I could sell it later, but currently I
lived in the farthest back room of my motel, redecorated.  How much does a
single man need?

The other reason I lived there was that the embezzler.  His habit took him
to the streets, he went through his money like a man on fire and wound up
homeless.  Now he worked the strip dealing in skin, drugs, whatever.  The
life seemed to suit him, he got a thrill out of the different fetishes and
orgies, the new drugs and the well-heeled tourists needing peculiar
diversions.  He procured the salve for my proclivities on a monthly basis
for a few years, but it wasn't what I really needed.  Every few weeks my
anticipation and anxiety built before I had to go out looking for Cy.

...

Walked back to the Sand Dollar and got two big burgers and fries, catsup,
and a six pack of sodas to go.  "Put it on my tab."  Swiping my card
through the slot at my door, a short shadow emerged from the banana tree at
the end of the walkway.  He looked up at me over the box of dinner smiling,
"Get catsup?"

"Plenty."  So good to see that face smiling -- skin with an eerie hue under
the white buzzing neon lights.

Inside, I put the box on the table and went to change into shorts and
sandals.  The boy was sorting out the burgers, setting our table, "Thanks."

"If you're hungry, get to it."  I winked and he began tearing open the
catsup packets and squirting it on his basket of fries.  "Wash those
hands."

He went to the bath, came back, swinging his dark hair out of his eyes.  He
didn't sit down, but came and stood beside me, looking at my face -- no
expression.  I went to my closet, dug around and found what he wanted and
handed it to him.

"Special tonight?" Folded it and tucked it away.

"You're always special." I motioned him to the table and we sat to eat,
listening to the waves crash and music from the bar by the swimming pool.
My, but he was hungry.  I ate a few bites and watched him.  Dark-eyes
smiled at me occasionally, thick lashes and the delicate curves of his
brows.  Beautiful, thin neck, narrow shoulders but it was his lips.  Full
and perfectly shaped.  Mouth full of an even row of teeth.  The seeming
perfection of his youth captivated me.  Smooth, tanned skin -- I looked
closely for any spots.  None.  He hadn't started the needle yet, it
appeared.

"Do you smoke?"  Curious.

"No.  It stinks."

"Blow a number?"

"Nah.  It stinks too."

"Watch some videos?"

"Not unless you want."  He continued eating, glancing at me occasionally.

Manners?  Yes, he took small bites and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying his
meal with his thin, delicate fingers, using a fork with his fries.  I went
to my dresser and brought back a small, black box and put it on the table.

"What's that?"

"Teuscher chocolates, finest in the world -- from Zurich.  We'll have some
later."

...

I turned the lights out but for one lamp and opened the patio door letting
the moonlight filter in through the palms, we ate till we were full and
wrapped up what was left.  Leaning down, he untied his shoes and began
taking off his clothes, folding them carefully, "Need a shower, hot out
there tonight."

Sitting on the end of the bed, I patted my lap.  "Let me see."  On my lap I
smelled the aroma of the hamburger and fries in his hair, on his breath.
Nuzzling my face into his neck, there was only a tinny smell of boy sweat.
Hint of pee drifted upward from his briefs and sweaty feet weren't too
offensive.  Couldn't help but pull his head against my shoulder and rub
along his arms, silky skin, hair so fine it was invisible.  He rubbed his
face against my chest.  "Wash me?"

I stood, following his rounded butt draped in droopy, cotton briefs.  "Deep
clean."  He made a slight face but stripped and waited for me.  Got the
toothbrush and paste, brushed while I prepared for his cleansing.  "I'll be
easy."  Sat on the toilet lid and he stood in front of me, facing away
while I dampened his hole with a few drops of water.  It was warm.  Slowly
slipping the nipple of the bottle in his tight hole, I continued pushing
until the entire inch and a half was inside him thinking all the while
about how wide my cock would stretch this same orifice.  Several ounces of
water and I pulled it out and stuck my finger in, plugging him firmly.
"Wait."

He stood and waited.  One finger in his butt, the other sneaked around to
check his cock.  Not hard.  He was humiliated having to get cleaned while I
watched, while I performed it.  Wiggling my finger around inside him, he
wasn't dirty, I pulled it out and let him sit.  He released in a slow
dribble.  "Again."

Three more times.  Maybe I'd push that champagne crème chocolate up
here...  Hmmm.

After cleaning, I patted my lap, "Medicine."  I'm not a cruel man -- I
rubbed his hole with desensitizing ointment and held his butt cheeks
closed, "I missed you."  We waited and before he stood, I slipped my finger
in without resistance and was pleased with my work.

Showering, standing still while my hands soaped and caressed him with the
slippery lather.  Not a hair, not a wrinkle, not a scar.  Perfect.  He
turned to me and I handed him the washcloth and with the gentlest of
touches he held each of my arms, soaped, occasionally looking into my eyes
smiling.  My neck, back and arms.  With his hands, he soaped my face
gently, small, light fingers along my eyebrows and ears, feeling the
stubble on my cheeks, then shampooing once, he aimed the water at my face
and my hair.  Nice, refreshing.

With the washcloth, he gently soaped my cock, my balls and pushed the cloth
between my legs.  From behind me, he ran the side of his hand along my
cleft, then drew the washcloth through.  His fingers came next, pressing
and rubbing around my hole.  He shoved his fingers in quickly then moved on
to my legs and feet.  Nice job, better with the cool water, he made sure
all the soap was gone, out and I got a quick toweling.  The cool breeze
from the patio was enough for his drying.

Standing on opposite sides of the bed, we pulled the covers back to the
sheets and I lay down.  "Turn on the radio."  He chose jazz and brought a
towel from the bath to cover the lamp shade making the room barely lit.  I
watched his short, slender form bring another soda and a glass of ice.
Graceful child, he'd probably make a fine gymnast, anything with physical
movement.  Offered me a drink, then he had a few sips and placed the black
box of chocolates on my chest.  "Oh, yes."

Offering him the opened box, he told me to pick one.  I bit into a fudge
piece, took half and put the other half at his lips.  He liked that and
worked it with his tongue, enjoying the melting sweet.  Laying his head on
my shoulder, wet locks of his hair stroked my nipples, body almost on top
of me, slightly to the side.  I arranged myself to hold him in one arm and
pulled his thigh over mine.  His eyelashes fluttered against my skin.  He
sighed.

"Love me?"  I whispered, stroking along his arm.

"Yes." Laying very still, I felt him breathe irregularly a few times.  "But
it's never close enough.  Do you know what I mean?"

"Yes.  There is a distance."  Now I sighed and felt him squeeze me, rub his
face on my chest.  "Can't help that."  We were quiet for a while until he
lifted himself up and licked my nipple, then kissed my chest, pulling at my
few hairs with his lips.  His hand went to my soft rod.

"Wait."  My hands swept his smooth body, his ribs, the tender hollow of his
armpit, trim waist and rounded rear, kissed his wet hair and savored his
clean smell, he was all mine.

Cy.

Next to me, touching me.  Kissing me.

...

Moments of warmth next to him and I lifted his chin to see his eyes open
and look into mine.  His look asked me what I wanted.  Kissing his
forehead, I shoved my palm down his chest to his tight package, damp with
the humidity of the night and our bodies.

Touching him, my mind wandered to the feel of his tight muscle around my
dick.  Excitement began deep inside me, behind my balls, up my spine.  My
throat tensed, my tongue wanted to taste, to feel.  Held myself back till I
was fully erect and pulled him to the center of the bed, hovering over him
on my knees and palms.  Where to start?

He made the decision for me, his fingers delicately touching my face, like
a spider's dance, his mouth opened slightly, his eyes looking into mine.
Covered his face, eyes and chin in light kisses then began lapping across
the smooth skin.  On to his tender, thin neck, kissing and rubbing my face.
Soft strands of hair on my face; lips on tender skin, I could feel his
heartbeat on my cheek.

Fingers tugged at my ear, pulling me away, "That tickles."  He gave me a
smile and looked in my eyes.  "Love me."

He didn't need to remind me, that's why I went looking for him.  "Slowly.
Be patient."  I whispered and lay down beside him, took his hand and put it
on my dick, "You know why this is important?"  Nudging his hand, he began
stroking me.

"Why?"

"It's a man's job to fill needs."  I took his face in my hands, "Suck my
nipples, sweetheart."  Half on my chest, I swiped some spit on my
fingertip, and straight to his cleft, opened it with my thumb and began
rubbing.  "We have needs..."

Sucking and humming, he didn't move, but kept stroking my dick.  Then moved
over my groin to gather my foreskin high, then stick his tongue into it,
holding it close while he lingually examined my slit, glancing through his
hair at my face occasionally -- he knew I liked that.  His hand caressed my
balls and between my legs.

My finger again found his hole, I felt him touching my finger; pinching it
between his thumb and forefinger, he pushed it against his hole wanting
more.  Eager boy grunting softly as I entered the tight gathers of skin.
"Slow."

Got up to take a pill, his needs were as great as mine tonight.  Lot of
work ahead.

...

Back at the bed I pounced over his body holding his arms down and kissing
his neck, down his torso, lips enjoying the smooth skin, feeling his ribs
with my tongue, tugging at his nipples with my teeth, chomping around his
waist and navel.  Beautiful body, so beautiful.  Took a mouthful of his
short dick, and sucked it straight while he giggled.  Savored his small
nuts with my tongue.  He liked that, lifted his hips telling me he wanted
more; I bit and nipped, sucked and tongued.  Let him go and his hands
immediately came to my face, eyes asking again.  Ankles went to my waist,
he pulled me to him, open and ready.

Ran my cock up and down that short, pale cleft, across his junk, then back,
dripping and propelled by duty, I put those small feet on my shoulders and
looked down, then at his eyes.  Pressed, warm and slippery against my
glans.  Held firmly and pushed once, hard.  In.  His eyes opened wider,
staying on mine.  "Kiss me."  He tightened his muscles around my rod
several times.  "Good."

Tucked his lower lip behind his front teeth, almost like he was telling me
to fuck.  I obliged.

Grabbing the headboard, I shoved slowly and deeply.  The gripping heat
inside him was almost overwhelming -- took a deep breath, pulled out and
entered again slowly pushing moans out.  Small, heated mounds of internal
tissues caressing my glans.  Pushing on his thighs, doubling the small body
over and watched my shaft enter deeply, slowly until I couldn't see my
cock.  Completely encased in wet, hot velvety folds, I twitched me dick.
His eyes opened and he smiled.  We stayed like that exchanging kisses and
twitches for a few moments, but I was already over stimulated.  Wouldn't be
long. He grabbed his knees, pulling himself over tightly and I grabbed the
headboard again and began rapid-fire pumps, hard and deep, each one more
satisfying than the last.  Not enough and too much at the same time.
Reaching the apex of hunger for Cy and being fed by movement.  Harder,
filling our needs deeply, readying to seed his entire body.  I could feel
it coming, almost a burn then it was beyond control, like the boy's body
was demanding, pulling my seed up, around and I felt my dick swell slightly
as my body shot heated, liquid bullets of semen and like an ramrod, my dick
pushed it as far as I could get inside him.  Kept humping and pushing till
I knew I was done, but continued just before my dick was going to crash
with anymore pleasure.  "You needed this."

We froze like that for a moment until he moved his legs, needing to
breathe.  I waited till my shaft diminished shoving a few more times to
feel my cum ooze and drip from him.  Watched that happen and slipped my
finger alongside my softening dick to feel what I'd done.  Made a lot, gave
a lot, it leaked heavily, but I wriggled my finger to his small glands,
almost not big enough to find, but I found them and rubbed.  Small yelp.  I
watched his face; he watched mine and I saw his face contort, mouth open in
grimace and his hips jerked, a few small clenches with his ass.

Needs filled.

...

Made quite a noise in the bath and returned clean with the tube of cream in
his hand.  "I want some more."  Wasn't sure if he meant more of my dick or
more of the medicine, I applied it to his loose hole gently, supposing
both.  "You're so big."

"You'll be the same."  Patting his butt, I offered him another chocolate.
He didn't want any.  "Are you making cum yet?"

"A little, sometimes."  He blushed.  "Not much."

"Get over my face, I want a taste."

"Give me a minute."  He sipped our warm soda, then straddled my face.  His
short rod, rigid, I pulled it into my mouth, hands on his hips then reached
around to grab a butt cheek in each palm and pressed him to my face,
pressing those tiny nuts on my lower lip.  Swiped them with my tongue then
back on task at his rod.  No foreskin to play with, pressed him against my
palate with his glans at the back of my tongue and began gently while my
fingers found his relaxed hole.  Had to slip a finger in, then two.  He
groaned.  As I began a rhythm in my mouth, I felt his short hunches against
me.  Several sighs later, I began in earnest with my fingers and my tongue,
coordinating the sucking and rubbing until his body hunched harder against
me.  My other hand went between his legs to press deeply, hoping to push
his glands up against my fingers' massage.  That seemed to fill his need
immediately.

His body trembled for a moment, I felt his ass tighten, a few soft sounds
and he pressed himself deeply into my mouth.  "Now.  I'm cumming...."
Breathless and trembling.  A few lightly salted drops came onto my tongue.
Cy's first cum.

He lay exhausted next to me.  "Thanks."

"Thank you."  I put him face down on the bed.  My chemical assistance
brought a strong second wind and between his legs, I parted his butt cheeks
and touched his hole with my foreskin -- he was still dripping with my last
cum.  Easy entry.  He grunted, lifting his butt toward my groin.  Needy
boy.

Grip wasn't tight with the remnants of my initial seeding making it easy to
piston fast and hard till I was almost ready, needed a bit more resistance.
I settled for depth, feeling the boy's hips bounce up against me as I
thrust.  Still, not enough through my previous discharge.  Out and on my
back, "Ride me."

Watching his face while he straddled my hips and inserted, lowering himself
slowly -- his eyes weren't focused.  He lay on my chest for a few moments.
I waited, caressing his hair, along his back, small muscles, knotty
vertebrae rising with his breaths.  "C'mon, I have needs."  I encouraged
him and he sat carefully, slowly, my glans hitting the farthest wall of his
rectum.  That required a deep breath, my head spun and I felt the pressure
building -- not so urgent and still there.  "C'mon, Cy. Love me."

He crossed my arms over my chest and grabbed my forearms, squatted and
began pulling himself up and lowering on my shaft as he held tightly.
Smart boy.  Then he stopped and moved around a little, "Can you feel that?"

He had my glans at his sigmoid colon, right at the bend.  "Yes.  Do you
want me to fill you there?"

Still studying the sensations, "Yeah."  Dreamily.

Can't say why, but being so deep inside him brought a softer rush of need
inside me.  Grabbing him, I lay him over the side of the bed and plunged.
Still too wet, but I had to get myself into that bend again and fill it.
Pushing harshly, shoving like a rutting animal I didn't pull back but
continued slamming deeper into him, listening to his grunts with every
thrust.  Sparks in my groin, behind my balls and I climbed the peak toward
release, more slowly this time and continued till I saw my sweat dripping
on the boy's back.  He tried gripping me with his anus, not working as well
as it had done before -- I focused on my duty.  Fill that bend with my seed
and I relished the small ring of skin I kept feeling slip across the tip of
my glans, I imagined it needing my cum.  Pumping harder and faster, I
reached the top and felt the rushes come, tensed as I felt it happening,
not so pressured this time, coursing my dick and into the place he needed
me to fill.

Fell on top of him and shook several times with that release.  Relief,
satisfied relief.

When I was able to unstick myself from his back, I rolled off.  He lay
still, eyes closed.  My dick dropped out of him.  Had to inspect my work,
shoved two fingers inside a very slippery hole, cum dripping, smelling like
me, him, needs filled.  Grabbed the box of chocolates and found the
champagne crème and bit half off, put it in his butt with my tongue,
licked around his hole, then held his cleft shut.

"What?"  He asked, eyes opened wide.  He hadn't expected that.

Gave him several swats and watched his face.  Not pleased with me.  Shoved
the other half of the candy in his mouth.  That seemed to calm him, "Better
now?"

He nodded and reached around to his butt, rubbing my red handprints.

Sipping on the soda, I let him get up when he was ready.  "Wash me?"

Back to the bath, he let me clean him out.  Chocolate made a mess but the
sugar he'd absorbed seemed to revive his energy and he was smiling.
Getting dressed, I packed what was left of dinner for him, found a bag and
waited.

Slipping on his shoes, "How did you know my name?"

"What's your name?"

"Simon.  They call me Si.  What's yours?"

"Cyrus, Cyrus... That's all."

"Why are you looking for someone named Cy?"

"Looking for my son."

He stared at me for a few moments.  "My dad's name is Simon.  They said
he's working the strip..."


Fin.