Date: Fri, 16 May 2003 06:19:27 +0000
From: crnhskrfn77@attbi.com
Subject: Selling Treats

Warning: The following fictional story contains sexual scenes between boys
and men.  If you should not be reading this, or are offended by it, please
do not go any further.

If the thoughts of such activities excite you, please go on!

Selling Treats

I saw him coming down the street as I got home from work.  Another young
boy going door to door with a plastic tub full of overpriced candy bars and
other goodies, supposedly raising funds for a youth organization that would
see him through these troubled times.

I don't mind giving to charities, and do it often.  But I found these boys
to usually be pushy, obnoxious, and rude usually, with organization names
of which no one has ever heard.  But he was coming, and I knew I would have
to politely refuse him.

When he finally got to my door and knocked, I reluctantly answered it.  He
started in on his canned spiel, hoping I would make a purchase.  When I
politely refused, he surprised me by asking if it would be alright if he
came in and used the restroom.  I reluctantly agreed and sent him down the
hall to the restroom.  It seemed he was in there for quite a while, and it
dawned on me that I had left my latest issue of a gay magazine I subscribe
to in there on the back of the toilet, probably opened to some pics of some
pretty hot young guys.

When he finally came out, I noticed he was sporting a bit more bulge in his
jeans than he had shown previously.  I looked him up and down.  This boy
was damn cute!  He appeared to be about 14 years old.  He had dark hair,
worn in the bowl cut style so popular with some of the youth still, an
adorable face, and appeared to be about 4'6" tall and maybe 110 pounds.

Knowing I might just be wasting my time, I decided to lead him on a little
and see what happened.  I told him I had thought about it, and that he
should go ahead and sit down and tell me about what he had to sell.  He
spent about 5 minutes telling me about his candy bars, peanuts, popcorn,
and other goodies.  When he got done, I asked if that was all he had to
sell.

He kind of looked at me funny, and said that was all the club had given
him.  I told him that God had given him a real cute face, and that since I
was an amateur photographer (I have a camera and I am an amateur, so it
really wasn't a lie) I would purchase a few of his goodies if he would
agree to pose for just a few pictures.  I told him I had even had some
photos published before (yeah - well two pictures of the High School Band
in the school paper about 25 years ago).  He thought that would be ok, and
I grabbed my digital camera.

I had him sit on the couch, and told him to smile.  He did, and it lit up
his face.  I was practically drooling, but had to be careful.  I had him
sit in a few different positions while I shot some quick photos of him.
Then I told him I had a cute Mickey Mouse t-shirt he would look great in -
would he mind changing into it so I could take a few shots of him in it?
He agreed, and I ran and grabbed the shirt.  He took his off, and saw for
the first time that he didn't have a single hair on his chest or belly, and
just a tiny bit under his arms.  This made me even harder, while I watched
him pull on the t-shirt.

I took a few more shots of him in different poses, then set the camera down
and said thanks, and told him he could change back now.  He took the
t-shirt off, and was reaching for his shirt when I said to hold on.  I told
him he looked great without his shirt, that he had a great tan, and would
he mind if I took a few more shots without his shirt on?  He looked at me
just a little funny, but said what the heck, and sat back on the couch.  I
said why don't you lie back for these?  He did, but looked very
uncomfortable with his head on the wooden arm of my sofa, so I grabbed a
pillow and went over to him.  I said lift up a sec and slid the pillow
behind his back.  As he lay back down, I let my hand run over the baby
smooth skin of his shoulder, and practically shuddered at how delicious it
felt.

I took a couple more shots of him laying there, and had him turn on his
side, and took a couple more of him in that position.  He seemed like he
was enjoying it, as well as enjoying the respite from going door to door.
I asked him if he had to meet up with a group leader soon or what, and he
smiled and said no one would be meeting him for about an hour and a half
yet.

Would you mind spending just a little more time for a few more shots before
you have to go?  He said it would be fine, and asked what I wanted him to
do next (if he only knew!).  I said since all the boys his age tended to
wear their pants a little lower with their boxers up above the pants, would
he mind pulling his pants a little lower like that.  He just smiled and
said sure, and wiggled them down a few inches, leaving his boxers above the
pants.  He looked so hot I thought I might come in my pants right then, and
I could see his bulge had not gone down any either.

After a couple more shots, I decided to get a little bolder, and asked if
he might like to take some in just his boxers only.  His smile got even
bigger, and he said he would love to, and immediately pulled off his shoes
and socks.  Then he reached for the button on his jeans.  I told him to
take them off slowly, and I would take pictures while he did.  As I shot
picture after picture (thank goodness a had purchased the biggest memory
card I could get) he first unbuttoned then unzipped his fly.  He slowly
lowered them down, pausing every so often to pose - he was really getting
into this.  He got them off, and started posing in all kinds of ways -
sticking his butt out now, the putting his foot up on the coffee table and
folding his arms like some young dictator.

At this point, I hoped he might be willing to take the boxers off too.  I
said I hope you don't mind if I ask, but would you want to let me take any
pictures with out your boxers on?  He said the thought he would be too
embarrassed to do that, and said ok, never mind.  Then he said, no, I would
be too embarrassed if I was the only person in the room without any clothes
on.  I just looked at him for a minute, then said to him, you mean if I am
naked too you will let me take the pictures?

Then he did something that really surprised me.  He walked over to where I
was standing, reached out and grabbed hold of the waist of the sweatpants I
had changed into when I got home.  He proceed to pull them and my jockey
shorts down to my ankles.  Then he laughed and said now he wouldn't feel so
embarrassed, and dropped his boxers down, and stepped out of them.  He
stood there with his four inch dick sticking straight out while I just
stared at his beauty.  He has just the slightest number of dark pubic hairs
above his dick, and his balls hung below in a totally hairless sack.  I was
so taken back by his beauty that I hadn't even thought about taking more
pictures.

I started to take a step towards him and went flying, having forgotten that
me sweat pants and jockeys were around my ankles.  I sailed right towards
him, and we landed on the couch.

I had my arms around him, and could feel his hard dick against my stomach.
I told him I was sorry I was so clumsy, and asked him if he was ok.  He
didn't say anything, but instead rolled over so he was laying on top of me
on the couch.  Then he slid downward until his dick was lined up with mine
and started grinding his crotch into mine.  I couldn't believe the awesome
feeling, or the amount of precum I was releasing, and new I would come in
no time if he kept doing that.

I asked him if he had ever had a blow job, and he said only once by a
cousin.  I rolled over, putting him on his back on the couch and started
moving down his body.  I licked his neck and his smooth chest, licking each
nipple until they were hard little pebbles.  As I worked my way lower, I
paused and tongued his little belly button, causing him to really start
squirming.  As I got to his beautiful little dick, I noticed a little
precum of his own oozing out the head, and stuck my tongue out, licking it
out of his piss slit.

The first taste of this little angel was like the nectar of the Gods, and I
new I had to taste everything he would give me.  I licked up and down his
dick, and then sucked his balls into my mouth, being careful not to bite
his precious little jewels.  He was squirming and moaning constantly now,
and I knew he would last long.  I took his dick in my mouth and started
sucking for all I was worth, running up and down his little shaft and
running my tongue around the head.  In know time he was shooting his juice
into my hungry mouth.  I was amazed at how much he came for a lad of his
tender years.  I swallowed every drop, and kept sucking, wanting to get
every thing I could from him.

I had to get some relief for my own throbbing member so got up on my knees
and started jacking myself off.  Then he surprised me again by reaching up
and pushing my hand away, taking my dick in his own hand and jacking me
off.  In no time I was shooting shot after shot all over his chest and face
in one of the strongest orgasms I had experienced in years.

After we both cleaned up and got dressed, he headed out the door, but not
before I had paid cash for every treat he had in his box - over $250
dollars worth.  As he left, he told me he would asked to be assigned to
this neighborhood again next month.  I know none of the treats he left
behind will be as sweet as the liquid one he gave me!


If you liked the story, feel free to e-mail me at crnhskrfn77@attbi.com and
let me know what you think.  I love to hear from you.  Feel free to attach
a pic of yourself if you like.

If you like this story, you can also find a short series I wrote called The
Sitter in the young friends section.

Thanks for reading!