Date: Mon, 07 Apr 2003 19:38:10 -0400 From: David Smith Subject: The Secret World of Boys, Part Two The Secret Lives of Boys (part two) (M/b anal, oral) By twofoldman@hotmail.com WARNING: This story contains graphic depictions of sex between an adult male and minor boys. Please do not continue if you find this offensive, if you are underage or if this type of story is illegal where you live. ____________________ After the afternoon with Mark and Kyle, I was a changed man. I would see Mark in school and smile knowingly at him, staring at his little ass in the locker room and hardly believing that my cock had plunged so deeply inside of him. Mark had obviously learned about sex from some skilled teachers, and he had shared this knowledge with the younger Kyle. Even though I was the adult and they were just kids, I guess you could say Kyle and Mark took my cherry that day. They were eager and willing, and aggressive enough to get what they wanted out of me. I look back on it and I think of how wrong it all could have gone if they had not been confident enough to see it through. The boys and I never discussed when or if we would get together again for sex, and I was unsure of how to proceed. If I asked the boys over, I risked arousing the suspicions of Mark's parents. If I let them come to me, on the other hand. I mulled it over one evening while mowing my lawn after I got home from work. The weather was already like summer and the days were getting longer. School would be out in a matter of weeks. The evening was hot and I was dressed only in a pair of gray athletic shorts. The loud purr and vibration of the lawn mower engine lulled me into a daze and I was quite startled when I turned around at one point and there was a boy standing in my yard. I recognized him immediately as Doug, one of the younger kids who would sometimes show up to play with the other boys who frequented my yard. Duggy was in second grade--the other boys called him Duggy, and although the younger kids sometimes were the brunt of the jokes, Duggy never seemed to mind. He smiled a lot, and had an expression that suggested that he knew something you didn't. I always paid special attention to Duggy to make sure the other kids were treating him right. Duggy was a stocky kid, cute as a button, and I had noticed his cute little butt more than once. I stood there for a second before shutting off the motor. Duggy shifted nervously as I greeted him. "You surprised me, little man. I'm here alone tonight, none of your pals are around." I wondered what Duggy was doing out by himself after dinner and I asked him. "Grandma lets me ride bikes after dinner, as long as I'm back by dark." I knew he lived with his single mother, and that his grandmother stayed with him in the evenings when his mom had to work. "So what can I do for ya, little man?" I asked. Duggy shrugged and grinned. I became very aware of how nearly naked I was in front of this boy, and my cock thickened slightly in my cotton shorts. Ever since my experience with Mark and Kyle, I had become aware of things I had never noticed before, or that I had thought were only in my head. Particularly, I began to notice the knowing looks of boys. Boys that looked at adult men, at me, with glances that became more and more meaningful. Boys that seemed to be sizing me up, whispering to one another while looking at me, or simply looking over their shoulders at me while passing. After the incident in the shower, I became intoxicated by the thought of little boys checking me out with visceral curiosity and longing. The idea that they desired me made me twinge with lust. While sharing myself sexually with Mark and Kyle, I suddenly was made aware of just what boys were capable of, and I finally connected the looks I sometimes got from boys with a physical result. And now here was Duggy, looking at me with that same sense of longing. He had also closed the gate to the yard, and it looked like the latch had been fastened. I began to breathe faster as I realized what may be transpiring. "Why don't you sit down while I finish this last patch of grass, Duggy?" I instructed. Duggy obediently sat down on the picnic bench while I finished, stealing sidelong glances at him as I worked. If I hadn't only had a few more passes to make with the mower, I think I would have just abandoned the job right on the spot. After finishing, I shut off the mower and removed the clipping bag, emptying it into a waiting receptacle. Some dried grass wisped into the air and clung to my perspiring skin. I was a sweaty mess. After I tucked the mower into the shed I walked back over to Duggy. "Look how messy I am, Duggy! And you didn't even help me!" I remarked wryly. Duggy just giggled. "You didn't ask!" His eyes were all over me, and I lost whatever inhibition I had left. Surely I wasn't misreading him. I walked over to the house and unreeled the garden hose, turning on the faucet. "I gotta wash off for a second, Duggy. You don't mind, do you?" Duggy shook his head no with that impish grin. Standing a few yards away from him while he sat on the picnic table and watched, I kicked off my dirty shoes. Since I wasn't wearing much to begin with, there wasn't much of a chance of a strip tease, so looking at him and winking, I hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my shorts and slowly peeled them off, letting my soft but full genitals flop into plain view in the bright sunlight. I watched casually, shaking the shorts off with my legs while tugging absently on my flaccid penis. Then I glanced up at Duggy, whose eyes were wide and staring. I turned around, giving him a view of my back side as I bent over and picked up the hose. Turning back around, I began to squirt the grass and grime off of my body. I didn't have any soap, but it didn't matter to me. There was no way I was interrupting this rhythm now. I got myself good and wet, and the cool water felt so good after working in the hot evening sun. Duggy just stared and stared. Finally I decided to let him in on the fun. I shut off the hose and dragged it over to the picnic table, standing in front of him. "Stand up here, little man!" I said playfully, and he stood on the bench, which brought him closer to my own eye level. I handed him the hose. "Now you hold this over my head while I rinse off, OK?" He nodded, smiling and fascinated as I stood unashamedly naked in front of him. He held the hose up over his own head and squeezed the trigger, but he squealed as he realized too late that it was pointed at himself. We both laughed as he stood there with his clothes wet. He righted the nozzle and sprayed me off obediently, bringing the hose closer and sweeping the spray over my chest. I rubbed my body to get the remaining grass off, but truthfully I was already mostly clean. I just wasn't ready to give this up. We had just begun. Duggy aimed at my crotch and the spray made my languid penis loll to one side. "Hey now, easy on that little man! You gotta be gentle when aiming it there." I said. He giggled and swished the water quickly back and forth over my crotch. I began to grow erect. I moved in closer and got my face close to Duggy's. The hose sprayed off to the side, and my burgeoning penis brushed against Duggy's knees. We both looked down as I swiveled my hips, bringing it lightly into contact with his body. He was breathing as hard as I was. I leaned over and kissed his cheek lightly. "How about you, little man? You want to cool off too?" No sooner had I spoken than his shirt was over his head. I laughed aloud at his eagerness and hoped he didn't mistake my amusement for mockery. His smiling face said he understood. I reached out and slipped his shorts down to his ankles, making sure he carefully stepped out of them, and Duggy kicked off his shoes. He was as naked as I. I gently stroked his flanks as my eyes drank in his boyish beauty. His smooth skin was tan except for his crotch. His tiny penis jutted up toward me. I tickled the tip and Duggy laughed aloud. I looked into his eyes and slipped my hands to his buttocks, stepping in so that our bodies touched more completely. His ass felt so fine, despite its small size. He was about Kyle's age, yet his behind was much more full and fleshy. "You're beautiful, Duggy" I said lowly, and kissed him on his lips. He grinned shyly, then surprised me with a burst of cold water from the hose aimed at my round belly. We both laughed and I grabbed him around the waist, lifting him into the air as he shrieked in abandon. I lowered him to the grass and easily wrestled the hose from his grasp, turning it on him gleefully. His squeals made me laugh aloud as I pushed him onto his back and sprayed him, turning it on myself to enjoy the cool spray as well. Water ran through the thick hair on my body and dripped onto Duggy in rivulets. Despite the chill of the cold water, my erection reached its full size and brushed lazily against Duggy's stomach while I knelt above him. I turned off the spray and our laughter died in the silence. Without hesitation, Duggy grasped my manhood gently with both hands, looking up at me for acknowledgement. I nodded and pushed my hips forward further to allow him access. He lay there in the wet grass stroking it reverently, appreciating its size and hardness, and fondling my sagging balls. Being out in the sunshine with this boy was incredible. There was an exhilarating rush of danger, even though my backyard was private because of the high wooden fence, and there were no houses in close enough proximity to see into the yard. But the very idea that someone might see gave a real edge to my arousal. I almost wanted another man to see me in this intimate contact with Duggy, kneeling over the horizontal little boy with my huge erection jutting out for him to openly stroke and fondle. I absently reached down and gently stroked his tiny erection between my thumb and forefinger. God, he was so small. He looked up into my eyes and beckoned for me to lean down closer. I did and he slipped his arms around my neck, pulling me to the grass beside him. He leaned over and whispered into my ear "I'm friends with Kyle." I crushed him to my body as he said this, pulling him to me and groaning at the sensuous contact between us. It was then that I knew how I had been inducted into the secret world of boys. I had long suspected that kids were far more aware of sex than adults wanted to acknowledge, especially boy. There are always parts of childhood that are kept far away from adults, memories that are mostly forgotten once adult attitudes and responsibilities come into importance. But one thing I never forgot was the fascination of boys, even young boys, with their penises. Boys who experimented with sex in various stages of discovery and realization. Boys who aggressively sought out new adventures with this strange and powerful new obsession. Boys of varying age who came together in secret places, perhaps under the pretense of play, and wound up satisfying their curiosity about their anatomy. It only stood to reason that there would also be some boys who were more experienced and aware, who had the boyish, reckless impulse to find someone to take them even further. And now I saw the beginnings of my own reputation among these boys as an adult who would satisfy their interest in a grown man's body, a man's ability to ejaculate, a man's ability to fuck. Duggy's words told me all that in just one sentence, and it made me feel as if I was beginning my own adventure in life. I allowed myself to imagine that Duggy was near the beginning of a long line of boys who would come to me, and I would willingly give myself to them. I would allow them to explore my body. I would touch them in secret places. I would ejaculate onto them, into them. I would show them what it meant to fuck. Which is exactly what I meant to do with Duggy right now. I would not disappoint him. I kissed him then, like a man would kiss a lover, and he responded awkwardly at first, then submissively, allowing our lips to move together and our tongues to intertwine. When I broke the seal of our mouths, his breath gasped out. Moving back up to my knees, I grabbed Duggy's ankles and lifted his legs upwards. Getting my intent, he pulled his knees back to his chest, allowing me access to his hole. Picking up the hose again, I squirted between his cheeks with the water. He squealed aloud again, but this time there was anticipation instead of gleeful mirth. His eyes were wide, but I could tell he was willing. I had to play my cards right and make sure not to scare him or hurt him. I would have to rely on everything Kyle and Mark taught me in order to make this happen. I felt like a novice pilot flying without the instructor for the first time. I gently squeezed the hose handle again, releasing only a small stream of water, which I aimed directly at Duggy's hole. Pressing it up against the pink button, I squeezed a little harder and Duggy squealed again. When I removed the hose nozzle, he squirted the clear water back out into the grass. I repeated this several times, with Duggy clearly enjoying the new sensations I was giving him. It was time for more. Lying down on my stomach in the grass, I rolled Duggy onto his belly and slipped my arm under his hips, lifting his little ass up toward my face. I could feel him trembling in anticipation, and as I kissed his perfect butt cheeks, he sighed in apprehension. I tormented him further by licking the smooth skin with slow, deliberate strokes of my tongue. I didn't know if Duggy had ever experienced this before, and I didn't ask. Instead, I pressed my tongue deeply into his sweet, clean butt crack and up against his pink, hot hole. Duggy sighed out in surprise and delight, then groaned aloud as the tip of my tongue slipped just inside. The hard peg of his small prick ground up against my forearm as I pressed my face into his butt and lapped at his little opening. Finally I felt him tense and his sphincter clutched tightly at my intruding tongue. Duggy's penis throbbed and pushed against my arm harder, and he cried out in pleasure as he climaxed. This only caused me to increase my oral attack on his hole, and Duggy wriggled in the grass. Finally I could take it no longer. When his ass was sloppy wet with my slick saliva, and his hole noticeable loosened, I knelt over him and guided the tip of my rod to his hole, slicking it up with spit before pushing the head against the small opening. He was so small that another man may have been discouraged, but after Kyle and Mark broke me in, I knew how a young boy's hole could accept a well-hung man. Just as Mark taught me with Kyle, I pried him open by easing inside and then pulling out. Duggy winced and shuddered with each intrusion, but never cried out for me to stop, so I figured I must be doing something right. Wider and wider his hole stretched, accepting more and more of my glans until the entire head of my pulsating cock was lodged firmly inside his butthole, his butt clamping tightly behind the flare. I huddled over him and stroked his body, allowing him to grow accustomed to my size. I leaned down as best I could and nuzzled his hair. Finally he wriggled his hips, urging me on. I gratefully obliged, sinking in deeper. I managed to squeeze the first few inches of my dick into him and reached a barrier, so I stroked slowly back and forth in the small area I was afforded. Duggy's breathing was shallow and I could tell he was in pain. I almost began to lose my nerve. Perhaps I'd gone too far and he couldn't take my size. Being inside him was much different than either of the boys last week. Kyle and Mark were tight, but had quickly expanded to allow the girth of my penis inside. Duggy's hole was almost painfully unyielding, the slickness of my precum and the copious saliva aiding somewhat. The resistance was overwhelming, and my cock felt like it was squeezing inside a firm rubbery tube. Several times I withdrew and added more saliva, marveling at how wide Duggy's anus had already stretched. I slipped back inside and my entry was greeted by a deep, pleasurable sigh from Duggy, and I knew I'd been wrong to doubt. My cock throbbed in response, releasing more lubricating precum inside the boy. The resistance gave way a little more and I sank in to a depth of about four inches, about half the length of my dick. This was plenty for now, and I began to thrust in and out of the boy. He shuddered and sighed, and I reveled in his exquisite tightness. God, this was the best yet. My gentle movements became more forceful and Duggy responded enthusiastically. I rumbled my approval. "Ohhh, little man, I'm so proud of you." He wriggled in delight at my praise. The wet grass was soft, the damp ground the perfect cushion for my knees as I thrust into the boy. The skin of my fat cock slipped back and forth over my organ as I plunged into the boy, my balls dragging on the grass behind him. I withdrew and flipped Duggy onto his back. His chest and belly were slightly muddy, and so were my elbows and knees, but we were beyond caring. Duggy's legs were spread wide and I guided my cock back inside of him, his eyes wide at my entry. The sight of my huge shaft descending into his taut hole was almost grotesque, such was the difference in our sizes, and yet his willingness and my persistence had made it happen. I set into a steady rhythm and worked my magic on his hole, satisfying his curiosity over and over while showing him how a man made love. His sighs rang out in the fading sunshine, which was now deep and golden with the onset of evening. Each peak I brought him to brought me closer and closer to the eruption I knew would send me over the brink of madness. I was so deep inside him now that my balls almost touched his sweet ass on each downstroke. Enjoying my time with this boy, I rolled onto my back and guided his body up and down on my erection, his feet straddling my waist as he rode up and down on me. I could tell the sun was fading fast now, and he looked beautiful in the dim blue light. My cock pulsed slippery lubrication into him intermittently, accompanied by bursts of pleasure that threatened to bring me to ejaculation. I knew it wouldn't be long now, so I once again returned Duggy to his back, kneeling over him again to regain control of our intercourse. As Duggy clutched at my forearms tightly in his ecstasy, I delivered deep, full strokes, plunging into him to the maximum capacity, then withdrawing until the tip of my penis hovered right at his opening for a fraction of a second before crashing back inside. I watched his face wrench in the throes of his pleasure, but the shadows now made it difficult to see. He was building again to another climax, and I knew now I should join him. "Oh, Duggy" I bleated. "Ohh, little man." Duggy's body quivered and then shook in his boyish orgasm, his anus clamping down once again around my thrusting organ, and this time I allowed myself to slip over into the oblivion of my ejaculation. His cry was frantic, the awe of his own body's capacity for pleasure still new to him. In the madness of my impending orgasm, I reached down and grabbed one of Duggy's legs, holding it high and forcing him onto his side, allowing me deeper access to his hole. My rapidly plunging hips suddenly slowed and I hurled my cock as far into him as possible, and I cried out the way a man usually does at the moment of his climax, a guttural sound of both conquest and submission. The tension and pressure in my groin released in a glorious rush. What Duggy thought of it I do not know, but at that moment I was completely enraptured by the beautiful boy who lay beneath me in the dim light, my semen pulsing into him in copious spurts of unimaginable pleasure. I shook over him, crushing his body to mine from behind, spoon-fashion, as I leaned over onto my side and collapsed in the grass, my body quivering in the final stages of my climax. I told him how proud I was of him, what a beautiful little boy he was, how tight and good he felt. My rapidly diminishing penis suddenly was expelled from his tight ass, as well as a large volume of semen, which coursed over our legs with a warm wetness. Duggy giggled at this, and I kissed his head, reveling in his boyishness. The yard was very dim now, and I lay there on the wet grass enjoying the last remaining minutes of the day with Duggy. I knew he would have to be on his way, and the lack of sunlight made us chilly, so I reached over our heads and found the hose, quickly squirting our bodies off. I gathered up our clothes and ushered him into the house, where I promptly called Duggy's grandmother to let her know Duggy was with me. She was delighted Duggy was with a teacher and was content to allow me to bring him home shortly. I took Duggy down into the laundry room to dry our clothes and he playfully collapsed on a pile of my laundry. "Hey you little rascal, those are clean!" I scolded. Duggy made a face at me and turned onto his stomach, raising his well-fucked ass up into the air at me suggestively, giggling. Even though I laughed out loud at the sight, my penis began to regain its hardness almost immediately. "I'll show you who's boss!" I said playfully, sinking to my knees behind the boy, and as the dryer hummed beside us reassuringly, I entered him once again. By the time the buzzer sounded twenty minutes later, I was already howling in the clutch of my second climax, and as my semen spurted into him once again, Duggy must have known he was unquestionably the boss.