Date: Mon, 30 Apr 2001 16:32:08
From: Ganymede
Subject: Sixty Nine   Chapter Four

69' by Ganymede


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'69'  by Ganymede


Chapter 4.

We finished eating at about the same time as the fishing pro-
gram finally ended. I think my sigh of relief was audible. There
was an undefined, but clearly exceeded limit to how many times I
could watch a man who I did not know from Adam reel in a bass and
then throw it back. By then, Ty had eaten three pieces of chicken
and was ready to start on his fourth. He had downed one Budweiser
and was well along on his second can, complete with loud slurps
and lip smacking that left no doubt that he enjoyed the taste
every bit as much as I did. He took one look at the remaining
piece of chicken, a greasy looking thigh, and he put up his arm
ready to arm-wrestle me for it. I had to smile.

"What's so funny?" Ty grinned. "Ya reckon I cain't beat ya or
somethin' 'cause I'm just a kid?"

I shook my head, trying not to laugh. He looked so sexy, kneel-
ing down on the bed, one elbow planted firmly, his other arm out
at an angle to brace himself if I actually took up the challenge.
With the tee-shirt draped loosely over his slender torso, I had
an unimpeded view of his boy-sized sex organs, which was what
exactly he intended to occur. Up close, the tip of his penis was
actually quite blue, almost unnaturally blue. I could not stop
looking at it.

"Nope," I laughed.

I put my elbow next to his and then seeing the difference in the
heights of our hands, moved it back nearly a foot and leaned my
arm towards his. Our hands gripped, levering in play but also
taking the pressure. His hand was a lot smaller than mine, yet it
was remarkably strong. Ty smirked boldly. Surreptitiously, yet
undeniably, he glanced away, looking downward under his chest.
Within the few seconds that it had taken for me to get into posi-
tion, Ty's little penis had awakened and begun to grow. I watched
it lengthen, lifting up noticeably as it stiffened. It was still
a long way from being erect, but there was no question that it
was quickly becoming both harder and bigger.

"You ready to lose?" Ty smirked.

He would have been blind not to realize that my attention was
diverted because at that point I was staring between his legs,
watching his tiny blue acorn-shaped tip become darker and darker
until it was nearly purple. His penis quivered, bouncing up and
down in anticipation of,... I had no idea what he was thinking
about. He applied all his weight without warning, dragging my arm
down suddenly. I was conscious of what happening, but I was so
entranced by the small throbbing shaft and the little wrinkled
dome underneath that I did not respond until it was too late. By
then, my hand was on the bed and Ty was laughing hysterically.

"Hey, that's not fair," I rebuked when he finally calmed down
enough to hear me.

He grinned proudly. "I gotcha fair 'n square, Terry."

"I wasn't payin' attention, Ace," I answered.

"Yeah, you was lookin' elsewhere, weren't ya?" he chortled.
"Ain't ya ever seen a boy's dick before?"

He burst into another fit of laughter, this time rolling around
on the bed. The tee-shirt pulled higher up his body as he
wriggled and twisted around, nearly coming up far enough up his
flat brown belly to see his belly button. I feasted my eyes on
his morsel. It was much smaller than my penis, but it was not so
small that it could be ignored. By then, it was fully erect and
it stuck out from his groin. It was so hard that it did not touch
his belly, not even when he was lying flat on his back.

"Sure, 'n all of 'em was bigger 'n yours," I laughed. "Of course,
I ain't seen any that were blue on tha tip."

Ty smirked and playfully flipped at his rigid little penis so
that it snapped back against his lower belly with a loud slap. It
had been many years since my penis was hard enough to do that. It
was one of the benefits of being young! He reached for the
bucket, eager to take the last piece of chicken.

I caught his wrist just as his hand came out of the bucket. He
smirked at me, crudely yanking up his tee-shirt past his belly
button. This time his display was intentional and calculated to
get my attention. He was very aroused, so hard that even the
veins under the shaft were beginning to become visibly distended.
How- ever, this time I was not distracted.

"Flashin' yer cute little boyhood at me don't work but tha once,"
I chortled.

He grinned, jerking his hand back in a feeble effort to escape. I
shook my head firmly.

"You really want tha chicken, Ace?" I asked teasingly. "What's it
worth to ya?"

I was not at all sure what I intended by that, or that I intended
anything at all. Perhaps he suspected I was up to some- thing,
perhaps not. Perhaps he was still hungry, although it seemed very
unlikely that after three pieces of chicken and two cans of
Budweiser, he could still find somewhere to put another piece
into his slim belly. It did not even enter my mind that he was
more than slightly drunk. He smirked and nodded boldly, slick-
ing his lips with his pink small tongue.

"Ah guess this means ya like chicken, huh Terry?" he said slyly.

His eyes flickered, making a downward sweep to his groin. His
penis was standing straight up like a little flag pole with a
blue-purple flag for everyone to admire. He glanced back at me,
smirking obscenely. Unless I was greatly mistaken, he was ready
for some fun.

"Some guys will do anythin' for chicken," I replied ambigu-
ously. How far would he go? I had a feeling that he would
surprise me.

"Like, um, what did ya have in mind?" he asked. His voice was
soft yet urgent, turning husky as he completed the question.

I inclined my head, looking sideways with one of those 'if-you-
have-to-ask-you-don't-want-to-know' looks that made him giggle.
Still holding his wrist with one hand, I drew his hand towards me
until I could take the piece of chicken from his fingers. I let
his hand go. His eyes followed my every move, watching as I
peeled off the greasy, herb and crumb encrusted skin, leaving the
thigh bare.

"This here chicken's yours, ain't it Ace," I said, holding the
chicken thigh, barely able to keep from laughing.

"But ya took the best part offa it," Ty pretended to whine.

"You really want to eat this greasy stuff?" I laughed, dangling
it over his bare belly.

Ty's eyes met mine, teasing, enticing, luring me on. His mouth
was partly open, as if he was ready to say something, or smile.
His tongue flicked absently at his bottom lip. If I did not know
better, I would have sworn his penis was becoming even harder.
Mine was. It was sticking out into my boxers, making a prominent
bulge that made Ty giggle when he noticed it.

"Whatcha gonna do with it?" he demanded hesitantly.

"Hm,... You really want it?" I asked.

"Uh, it depen....."

He did not finish the word. I interrupted his thought by grasp-
ing his boyhood with the slimy piece of chicken skin. He
squealed, then he shrieked, then he finally tried to escape. He
laughed hys- terically, trying his best to push my hand away with
both of his hands. I rubbed the greasy, crumb-coated skin all
over his sex organs, making sure that everything was covered
before I dropped it in the now empty tub.

"Man, you are so fuckin' gross," Ty shouted. "Ya got it all over
me, Terry."

"Yeah, I did, didn't I?" I laughed. "That'll teach ya not to
cheat, Ace."

I grinned at him and he managed a pouty yet playful smile back at
me as he settled back down on the bed. He burped and slurped the
last of his beer before crushing the can in his hand.

"Doin' what ya just done means ya gotta be queer," he taunted.

He flicked off some of the crumbs and smeared the grease with his
fingers. His penis glistened with an oily sheen, just as hard as
it could be. It had been fun.

I shrugged. "It takes one to know one."

"Not me. I ain't like that," Ty said simply.

I shrugged. "Don't bet on it," I said as I pointed to his per-
sistent erection. "It looks to me like Junior down there thinks
he's gay."

Ty glanced down. "Dicks don't know shit!"

He fingered his slippery shaft, pulled it between his fingers,
keeping it excited while he pretended to examine it for a sign of
intelligence beyond the ability to pee, get hard, and in Ty's
case, stay hard for a long while.

"My dick's dumber than a rock," he giggled.

"It sure's harder than rock," I replied with a yawn.

I was tired and my belly was full, and I'd consumed three cans of
beer in half an hour. It was time for a nap. I figured that I
could sleep for an hour and then take Ty home. I rolled onto my
back and moved towards the other side of the bed, establishing
what I thought was a safe distance between us.

"I'm gonna sleep fer a bit," I mumbled. "Wake me up in 'n hour,
okay?"

I did not hear his answer. I was sound asleep.

You know the feeling of having to wake up because you realize
something is wrong? That was how I felt when I woke up. Something
was happening that should not have been happening. I opened my
eyes, suddenly becoming aware that I was not alone. It took a few
seconds before I remembered enough of what had happened to be
able to relax. I wondered how long I had been asleep for. It was
dark in the room, but there was enough light to see him. He was
stand- ing next to the bed, gazing down at me. He was still
dressed in the tee-shirt I had loaned him. His right hand was
over his crotch, fiddling with what was underneath the white
cotton. His hips bowed slightly, pushed out noticeably, and then
moved back. His hand spread out, cupping under what was
immediately revealed as an outward bulge caused by something
pointing out into the cloth. He smiled and lifted his arms up,
taking the tee shirt higher, exposing his belly and chest. He
started to pull his head through the opening. He was undressing.
I stared in silent wonder as his body was revealed in its
beautiful naked splendor. The tee- shirt dropped noiselessly to
the floor. He had a very beautiful body, so lean that it would
have been difficult to find anything that was not bone, muscle or
sinew. Except for a small pale area around his middle, he was
suntanned to a dark brown.

He did not move for a long time. He breathed deeply, seeming to
concentrate, trying to decide. Whatever he did, it had to be his
decision. I smiled, trying to look less formidable and more reas-
suring. He stepped closer, until his legs were against the bed.
Carefully, he climbed over me, his little stiff member bobbing up
and down. His arms and legs brushed against me. He was warm to
touch and I felt a powerful surge, the thrill that came with
know- ing what he was doing. My penis responded instantly.
Without say- ing a word, he eased down onto the bed. Then, he
wriggled back until his back was pressed into my right side.
Instinctively, I rolled onto my side, bringing my knees up behind
his, curling so that we were like two spoons in a drawer.I grazed
his bare smooth shoulder with my fingertips, stroked downward
across his soft chest, then down to his sleek taut belly.

I trembled slightly as my hand drew ever nearer to his proud
boyhood, then I thought the better of it and immediately
retreated to circle around his belly button until I gained the
courage to touch that hard hot part of him. I pressed closer to
him, smelling the shampoo that he had used in the shower,
caressing the silky skin of his belly. I was fighting a losing
battle. With every pass, I was advancing to within a fraction of
an inch of his groin before withdrawing again. Ty quivered. His
hand slipped over mine, guiding firmly until my fingers touched
the blunt small spike between his thighs. I caressed his aroused
part, fascinated as much by the intense shudder that came
immediately as by the unbelievably silky smoothness of his most
sensitive place.

I pushed against him, following the instinctive urge of all men
who are attracted to young boys. Some men might be able to deny
it, others try to resist it, but the need to join is always
there. My erection poked at his bottom, fitting neatly, even
naturally into the crack between his firm small cheeks. I pressed
into him, pushing my penis deeper, burrowing the hot hardness
between his smooth flesh.

"I ain't doing nuthin' back there," Ty said warningly. "Tha
behind's off limits."

I eased back quickly, guiltily, feeling very frustrated but
accepting his reluctance because I had no other choice. There was
only one rule. We did what he wanted, not what I wanted. Still,
there was no reason why I should make certain that 'nuthin'
really did mean 'nothing'.

"You sure?"

"'course I'm sure. I already told ya I ain't no fag."

"Okay," I said, still reluctant. "It don't have ta go inside ya
know."

"Huh?"

"Does it bother ya what I'm doin' right now? It feels good,
doesn't it?"

He thought for a moment. "No, ah guess not. 's okay."

He sounded nervous, yet he had not said it did not feel good. He
was being deliberately vague, holding back because he knew what
it meant if he said otherwise. Gently I stoked his upper thigh,
then casually slipped my hand underneath to lift his leg higher.

"Let me try somethin'. I think yer goin' to like it."

"You ain't doin' nuthin' in my butt. Ya got that, okay?" Ty asked
awkwardly.

"I promise. Nuthin's goin' inside ya, Ace. Not if ya don't want
it to."

"I don't." He hesitated, still uncertain. "I guess 's okay then."

I placed my penis between his thighs, up close to his penis so
that my glans rubbed against his testicles. Then, I lowered his
leg back down so that my penis was held between his slender
thighs. I leaned over him, glancing down. The head of my penis
poked out from between his legs, bumping against his ball sac.
His penis was stretched straight out, not deviating even a
fraction of an inch because of gravity.

"How's this?" I asked.

"'s okay. Just don't be tryin' to stick it up me," Ty answered.

I moved gently, rocking against him, watching my penis appear and
disappear with every slow thrust against his rubber-firm bot-
tom. He squirmed slightly, wriggling, lifting his upper thigh
before clamping it back down again, this time tighter against my
penis. Fortunately, there was still some of the chicken grease on
that part of his body otherwise the friction would have made the
situation less than comfortable.

"You pretendin' I'm a girl or somethin'?" Ty asked after a minute
or two.

"Huh?" I muttered.

"Yer fuckin' me between the legs like it's some pussy or some-
thin'."

"Don't know why I'd want to do that. You feel way better than any
pussy," I answered playfully. "Ya don't like this?" I added.

"I didn't say ah didn't like it," Ty said huffily. "I don't mind
ya humpin' me. It's just weird how yer doin' it between my legs,
that's all."

I didn't think to ask him about why it was weird, or rather that
he had implied that it was weird compared to something else. It
was obviously not the first time that he had engaged in sex play
with someone who was older. Given his reaction to any activ- ity
concerning his butt, my first thought was that it was very likely
that someone had gotten him to participate in anal sex, without a
great deal of satisfaction on his part. I promised myself right
there and then, that I would never pressure him to do something
that he did not want to do.

I continued to 'hump' him, pumping back and forth between his
slender firm thighs, sliding on the greasy residue, building up
to the inevitable climax. Every few seconds he trembled and
gasped, yet I had to wonder whether there was much enjoyment in
it for him, or whether he was just lying there pretending to like
it. Certainly, my penis was rubbing against his testicles, and
that probably gave him some pleasure. I changed my technique,
reaching over his hip to take hold of his still very rigid boy-
penis. Per- haps it was my imagination, but it jerked when I
touched it. I began to rub, using the tried and true method of
varying the speed and pressure until it throbbed and jerked
between by fingers no matter what I did.

Within a matter of a few minutes it was very apparent that Ty was
into it as much as I was. It did not take very long before his
hips began to move back and forth, rapidly pumping his thighs
against my penis at the same time as his much smaller penis moved
between my fingers. The slimy secretion from the end of my penis
coated his scrotum and I even managed to get some onto his penis
which helped to reduce the friction. We were building up to the
culmination very quickly. Our bodies were covered in a film of
sweat, sticky hot flesh slapping loudly as we writhed in ecstasy.

Even though Ty had been slow to get start, he was making up for
lost time. He made a lot more noise than I did. Each breath came
in a deep gasp that was followed by a groan. Without warning, he
orgasmed. His body stiffened, momentarily becoming a two-by-
twelve inch board with three inches of steely nail in the very
center. he groaned, his body contorting in the throes of orgasmic
delight. His penis pulsed between my fingers, a half-a-dozen
jerks as he wriggled and twisted and shuddered in front of me. I
had an image of one of the fish he had been watching on the fish-
ing program, except then the fish was fighting for its life.

No matter! Realizing what he had experienced was more than enough
to take me to the final peak. I grasped his hip, slamming
furiously against his small buttocks, driving my penis between
his thighs. My frenzy lasted only a few seconds. Indeed, Ty's
penis was still throbbing when the first of my semen spurted out
over his scrotum. The rest of it followed, exploding into my
cupped hand and completely covering his penis, his scrotum, and
between his thighs with the thick slippery fluid. I stopped
moving as the last of it dribbled out. I was aware of Ty's
trembling body, the quick short breaths he was taking, his
buttocks moist and flattened against my groin. I lovingly
massaged his sex organs, letting my semen ooze through my
fingers. Then I moved my hand upward, up his slender brown belly,
bringing the excess with my fingers. I smeared it over his belly,
until it was wet and slick, and then further, up to his chest,
until he was covered in it from his shoulders down to his crotch.
Then I hugged him and brushed my lips to the back of his head. I
kissed his hair and nuzzled his upper ear. I did not tell him
that I loved him. He was not ready to hear it.

"Don't be kissin' on me, okay," Ty said softly.

"I wasn't kissin' on ya," I answered. "But why not?"

"`cause kissin' 's queer. And I ain't!" he said adamantly.

Such was the irrefutable logic of a preteen boy! I could cover
the front of his body with my semen and he did not seem to mind
one way or the other, but dare to kiss him? That was `queer'? I
smiled to myself.

"You sure made a lot of it didn't ya," Ty said after a while.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to make a mess on ya, Ace. I'll get a
washcloth from the bathroom in a bit."

"`s okay. Ah don't mind gettin' spermed. It just surprised me yer
had that much." He wriggled around, getting comfortable. "Ya can
hold my dick some more, if ya like Terry," he offered.

"Ya sure ya don't mind, Ace?" I asked sarcastically.

I regretted the instant that the words were out of mind. I
quickly reached down and took his slimy little penis back between
my fingers. It had softened, but he still tensed slightly when he
felt my touch.

"I ain't queer or anythin', but ya know somethin?" he said
softly, "it sure is nice bein' held like this n' all."

I hugged him, wanting so badly to tell him how I felt about him.
I needed to tell him that I loved him, impossible though it might
seem after such a short time. His wavering voice, nervous and
distressed, revealed much more than what he said. He was
desperate for affection.

After a minute, Ty's little penis was standing at attention
again. The blessed joys of being young, I mused. It was enjoyable
lying there, curled up behind him, my penis still clamped between
his thighs, the slippery film over his belly and chest gradually
becoming tacky, then sticky. I fondled his penis, not thinking
about bringing him to a second climax as much as simply making
him feel good, about holding that beautiful part of him, the part
that defined him as being male.

"I guess I had better take ya home, Ace," I said after a while.
"It's getting near nine p.m."

"Ya don't have to," Ty answered sleepily. "I can hitch in the
mornin'."

"Tha hell ya can. 'sides, I don't think yer Mom would be too
happy not knowin' where ya are all night."

"I don't have a mom," Ty said after an awkward pause.

"Ah'm sorry."

"I guess she's alive but we don't know where she is. I live with
my mamaw. She don't give a fuck 'bout me."

"That's not true," I said.

Ty sighed. "'s easy fer ya to say.

I suspected he was not exaggerating, although I had no facts to
back it up other than the fact that he was at the track by
himself. I gave his hard penis a fond farewell squeeze and stood
up. Ty padded behind me when I went into the bathroom to urinate.
He nudged me to stand to the side and we stood next to each
other, emptying our bladders in that familiar male-bonding
ritual. He shook of the last few droplets and then bent down to
pick up his shorts and underpants. While he dressed, I went back
into the bedroom and searched through my suitcase until I found
some clothes that were close to being clean.

"Can I keep the tee shirt, Terry?"

At the sound of his voice, I turned around. Ty was standing in
the doorway to the bathroom. He swallowed, awkwardly wiping his
cheek. he sniffed loudly, then wiped the other cheek. He shuffled
his feet uncomfortably.

"Whatcha lookin' at?" he demanded, still trying hard not to burst
into tears.

"What's wrong?"

"Nuthin'! Ya don't have ta take me home. I told ya I can hitch a
ride, even at night. Yer tired 'n all," he added angrily.

I shook my head with parental firmness. "Forget it! I'm takin' ya
home and that's all there is to it."

Ty gave me a sour look. I could not understand his bitterness. I
wondered what Bobbie would say in the morning as I made sure that
the door was locked behind us.