Date: Tue, 14 Oct 2008 13:49:56 -0700 (PDT) From: Joe Hunter Subject: Spring All the usual disclaimers apply: +This story is a work of fiction. If you think it is real, you have a very active imagination. +Do not read this story if you live in an area where it is illegal to do so. +Scenes of sexual activity between a man and a young boy are represented. Do not read further if this offends you. +Please do not imitate the actions portrayed herein - the author cannot accept responsibility for any actions promoted by this story. If you would like to get in touch, please e-mail me at: hunterjoe45@yahoo.com I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Joe ____________________________ SPRING (copyright 2008, Joe Hunter) "Up there," Robbie says, pointing to a spot further up the hillside. "That big rock. Behind it there's like this place..." The boulder is huge. Through the stands of bare trees I can see where it lies half buried; massive granite left by some Ice Age glacier. We hike up the steep slope, ducking around slender tree trunks and the stark branches of second growth timber that is still locked in winter sleep despite the spring warmth. Above us the sun is a shiny coin in a milky blue sky. Our Nike sneakers make no noise on the damp leaves covering the ground. "You think we're far enough away?" When Robbie turns to whisper this I can see that his thin warm-up pants are tented way out at his crotch. We are two conspirators, talking in low tones, and the dark-haired boy watches anxiously as I gaze around. "Yeah, we are." Off to the left, acres of closely spaced trees form a dense screen hiding Robbie's apartment house whose roofline I can make out only because I know it is there. Except for our breathing, there are no sounds. It is as if we have entered an older time, before cars or people or anything else - nothing but woods and sky. Robbie moves closer resting his hand on my waist. "You can still see my house." "Yeah, just barely. Nobody can see us, though. Does anyone come out here?" He shakes his head. "Just me an' Ned, when we used to play forts. But he moved away." After a moment he tugs at my arm and we keep going up hill. The slender boy moves as gracefully as a deer despite the early adolescent gawkiness that shows in the way his arms and legs have outgrown the faded warm-up suit. Behind his rock there is a slight depression, level at the bottom, clean and dry. I spread out the tarp, place our blanket to one side, then unroll the air mat and we sit down, taking turns inflating it. "It's always, like, this takes too long," I pant when we finish. Robbie gives me a shy smile, the tip of his tongue appearing at the corner of his mouth. In the spring sunshine the boy's crisp dark curls gleam like tongues of black flame around his head. He has dainty features: large sooty eyes, pert little upturned nose and a small mouth of surprising redness that seems made for kisses. When he turns to me I am hard beneath my clothes. I reach to pull him close, finding him trembling with eagerness, but after a quick kiss he pulls away, head lifting, alert and staring out past the boulder. "Wait..." he whispers, and crawls away to the lip of the depression. A few seconds tick past as he peers around cautiously. Then he comes scrambling back, rolling onto the air mattress to settle into my arms. "Okay?" I whisper and he nods, offering his lips again. We kiss, a long lingering embrace. The boy opens his mouth so I can thrust in my tongue and his hands push beneath my loose shirt to clutch at my bare chest and sides. Kissing Robbie spins me, making me feel like I want to run myself all the way through him. My hands move over his flimsy warm-ups, feeling the smooth slender body beneath. When I pull up the tight jacket to slide my palm on the boy's slim waist he drags a knee up onto my hip, squirming to rub his groin against my thigh, moaning softly. He is aching to give himself and as he tugs at my clothes, writhing and then pressing sweetly, I breathe in his scent, carnations and vanilla, with a faint tang of orange from his hair that is the shampoo I buy for him. When my hand slides down his back, pushing under the elastic waistband of his pants, Robbie's arms tighten around me. He is wearing nothing beneath. My palm glides over his silken butt cupping the firm little mounds and as I draw a fingertip down his crease the boy makes a tiny noise, "Uhhh..." Reaching with one hand he fumbles at the front of his pants, unsnapping and unzipping. Together, without breaking our kiss, we slip the pants off his hips and I move my tongue in him while my fingertips glide in his crease. We twist, writhing on the air mat, my hand drifting around the glassy smooth swell of the boy's hip, pushing down to where his rigid penis juts out so hard the quiver of heartbeats is in the straining shaft. As my fingers begin to stroke the slick rod, gradually rubbing faster and harder, Robbie moans softly. He tugs at me, squirming and grinding his hips. Hugging tightly the boy opens his mouth as wide as he can allowing my tongue to thrust deep, and then he is squirming again, trying with one hand to pull down the zipper of his jacket. We break off our kiss and I help, getting the zipper open and then slipping the jacket off, bearing his slim but sturdy upper body. He gives me another kiss, a quick press of his lips to mine, before taking off his shoes and socks so we can remove his pants, pushing them first below his knees and then pulling his long slender legs free one by one. Robbie's slim naked body gleams in the spring sunshine, his pale skin smooth as polished marble. I know - because he is always telling me - that he thinks of himself as skinny and awkward, but to me he is beautiful, with the long limbed coltish look of a young adolescent; all arms, legs, feet and wide staring eyes. His lean slender form is hairless except for a downy tuft at the base of his jutting erection. He is very proud of this sparse swirl of soft hair, but pushing out the tiny nipples on his chest are two hard little breast lumps that were a terrible source of secret shame for him until he was assured by me that lots of developing boys have them and that they will go away as he gets bigger. Stroking and caressing the naked youngster I gather him in my arms, the sweetness of holding him still overwhelming me no matter how many times we do it. My fingers comb through his shiny inky-black curls; then I press my lips to his closed eyelids, kiss his upturned nose and red mouth and then nuzzle the delicate hollows of his neck where three tiny moles dot the white skin. Robbie holds still, indulging me in this because he knows I like it, but boy-like he does not wait for long. He wants me as much as I want him and rubs the front of my blue jeans, feeling my hard erection and tugging impatiently at the zipper. When I sit up, leaning forward to untie my Nikes he kneels at the edge of the mat, his stiff penis and tight black curls giving him the look of a crouching faun. Together we take off my clothes and the moment I am naked the boy pulls me down onto the mat, stroking the muscles of my chest and arm then dragging my hand to his rigid penis. I start to rub him and he hugs, pressing the full length of his smooth young body to my own. Silky and warm, the boy's hairless skin slides on mine and then I feel the cool touch of his fingers around my shaft. As they begin to move on me he turns his head, offering his lips. We kiss again, my tongue thrusting deep into Robbie's mouth while he squirms, writhing against me. It is like the things we do in the dark when his mother is home and he cannot get away - long slow kisses with our hands fumbling beneath each other's clothes - or the furtive huddling in a closet at the 'Y' after basketball when Robbie presses against me, shorts dropped down around his ankles, his hot sweaty skin tasting of salt. His hands are moving on me, rubbing and sliding, the one he has hugged around me stroking my shoulders and back. Suddenly he shudders. Beneath my pumping fingers a throb pulses in the base of his rigid penis and Robbie's slender legs jerk, tangling with mine. Our lips part as he pulls his head back, eyes closed, arching his body. "Uhhhh..." Moaning softly the boy stretches out when I place him gently on his back and reach for the tube of KY that is rolled into our blanket. Sunlight gleams on his smooth slender legs as he draws his knees up, hugging them to his chest to stretch open his ass. His little brown anus gapes and I slick the rim with lubricant, pushing more up into him with one, then two, fingers while Robbie squirms, his breaths catching in his throat, "Uhh...Ah..." The moment my fingers slip out he is reaching for me, wrapping his slim legs around my waist, eager to be filled by my hardness. Ever since I first showed him how to give himself completely he has been like this, craving to have my rigid fullness in him; his desire for it almost as great as the need he has for my love and attention. I give it all to him freely, and in return receive Robbie's most precious gifts - his trust and affection. Now, alone and naked with this beautiful boy, the love I have for him shakes me as I lean over to take him in my arms, kissing his closed eyes, his nose and open mouth. He tugs at me impatiently, stroking his palms over my shoulders while I reach back to place the head of my jutting erection in his anus. The instant its blunt tip touches the rim he is straining his legs around me, lifting his hips, wanting it in him. Our many times together have taught him how to open himself and I enter with almost no resistance, popping through his stretched ring. Robbie's head pulls back. With a moan of pleasure he tightens legs and arms around me, sliding me in until the entire length of my shaft is sheathed in his hot moist sweetness. "Uh...Uhhhh..." Squirming, the boy writhes, accommodating to the fullness, driving me in as deep as he can; then his hips buck three times, a thing he always does whenever he first takes me into himself. A sudden throb pulses around my thrusting rod, rippling in the muscular walls of the boy's rectum as his slim legs jerk. Gasping, I squeeze as hard as I can to contain a quick surge. The boy's passion and the ecstatic sensation of being in him takes me right to the edge. My hips thrust, and I grind them against the boy's stretched ass as Robbie clings, squirming to move my tip deep in his young body. A moment later he is sliding his hands on me, pushing with his hips to urge what I know he wants and I began to slide my rod in him, using small strokes at first, gradually increasing until I am withdrawing more than halfway before thrusting back. My slick shaft pumps in the boy's gaping opening and he arches with pleasure, straining to pull his thighs apart, ankles crossed on the small of my back so he can tug against me. Lifting his hips Robbie moves with my rhythm, his breaths coming in small gasps, "Ah...Ah...Ah...Ah...", and he meets my thrusts to take me as deep as he can. I try to go slowly wanting to prolong it for us but, like all boys, Robbie is impatient. He keeps tugging at me, slender body shuddering as he forces the pace, and the heat of his youthful passion flashes over my own. Locked together, sweat glistening on us, we move faster and faster until I am pounding the boy and he is twisting in ecstasy beneath me. Suddenly, I feel him tense. His eyes remain closed but now his mouth opens and his head pulls back. Arching his body like a drawn bow he pushes with his hips while I hold myself in him, thrusting up as far as I can, and for a moment we hang there, my groin locked against his stretched ass, the two of us straining, holding our breaths. Giving a little cry Robbie suddenly jerks and with buck after buck of his hips, kicking his legs, the boy releases in little spurts of warmth against my stomach. The tide bursting within me forces a rush of droplets from my en-sheathed tip and then contractions throb in my loins. I shoot into the boy, pulse after jerking pulse, flooding his rectum with semen as we heave against each other, the spasms shaking us. Then I am holding the quivering boy and he is clinging to me, panting, still lifting his hips wanting to feel me inside, but I am softening already and bit by bit the muscle tone of his rectum pushes me out. I shift my weight off him, reaching for the blanket and we change position to face each other while I pull the blanket's fuzzy warmth over us. Robbie smuggles into my arms, content for the moment to be held and petted, putting his arms around me in a hug, and drawing his knee up over my side. I run a palm down the boy's smooth flank sliding it to the hollow of his waist then up onto his hip's silky mound. Robbie is so precious to me that I never tire of caressing him and as I cup the glossy curve of his butt he hugs sweetly. Back and forth my hand moves, stroking from taut lean waist to the sleek satin of his shoulders with the boy writhing and twisting against me, sliding his silky hairless body on mine. When I brush fingertips on the coal black helmet of curls around his head he closes his eyes, offering his mouth to me, wanting to be kissed. Our lips brush then lock together and as I pet him Robbie squirms his groin on my hip, opening his mouth to admit my tongue, stretching and arching his slender body like a cat. The boy is rarely still when we embrace, but shifts constantly, pressing the curves and hollows of his smooth warmth to my own. My hands slide over him, stroking his back and the delicate rounded points of his shoulders. Then I push between our chests to rub a finger on one of his small nipples, massaging the hard little lump beneath it. Despite his fears about the breast lumps I have discovered this is something he likes and the boy moans softly, opening his mouth wider beneath my lips, twisting in pleasure and then rolling onto his back to pull me on top of him. Clinging tightly Robbie lets me break off our kiss, arching his head back so I can nuzzle the delicate hollows of his neck and flick my tongue over the three tiny moles that gleam there on his pale skin. Further down, the points of the boy's nipples are hard little dots and I lick each one before sucking gently and tonguing the lumps beneath. The boy's head arches back further, breaths catching in his throat, and then his knees pull up. He bucks his hips in quick hard jerks, humping me. Robbie is hard again, his rigid penis a stiff branch pushing against my stomach. Moaning, the boy keeps thrusting against me, sliding his palms over my back. His passion re-ignites my own and I feel my member lift as one of his hands pushes in to rub me, the touch of it insistent, demanding. Moments later my shaft is almost painfully stiff while the boy's fingers keep stroking it. I toss the blanket aside so I can get the KY tube, and Robbie turns over onto his stomach, reaching back to spread his butt cheeks. I smear gel around his opening making it glisten in the sunlight, then push a gob up in him using two fingers, twisting them and pressing the tips on his nub. Moaning, the boy parts his legs and then stretches his hands out in front of him, arching his body like a diver. My erection is now so hard it jumps with every one of my heartbeats. I smear it with KY while Robbie gets up onto his knees, facing away from me. Head pulled back and eyes staring he rubs his straining penis with a fist while I position myself on my knees just behind him. As soon as he feels my warmth the boy leans back resting against me while he continues to stroke himself and my hands run up the satiny sheen of his lean stomach than onto his chest to massage the lumps under his little nipples. Arched back like that, tensing his butt to harden himself with the sun shining on his raven dark curls and pale skin, Robbie's smooth hairless body is living sculpture, every taut muscle visible. His young adolescent form, fined down by all the basketball and soccer he loves to play, is gangling as a hound pup and just as tenderly made. My massaging of the lumps in his breasts brings another soft little sound from him, "Uhhhhh...", and he keeps stroking himself, twisting his other hand back around to take hold of my jutting erection and slide it into his crease. I squirm closer, putting an arm around his waist and he places my blunt tip on his anus, bearing down to open the ring. A moment later I am entering him, my stiff rod popping through, sliding up into the heat of his rectum. Robbie quivers and pushes back, impaling himself, moaning as he squirms to accommodate my engorged shaft. Beneath the arm I hold around his slim waist I feel the bulge of my tip deep in his loins. Eyes closed and mouth opened the boy arches, head pulled back against me, pumping his rigid penis with quick hard strokes of his fist while my free hand continues to massage the lumps in his chest. When the first throb pulses in him I squeeze his nipples and the boy tenses, holding his breath, fingers sliding frantically on his rod... Suddenly he jerks like a speared fish. Throbbing contractions make his hips buck and clear droplets squeeze out of his tiny slit to dribble over his fingers. I push Robbie forward, holding him tight around the waist so I can stay in him. Panting, the boy stretches his upper body for me, lowering head and shoulders while pushing his butt upward so I can thrust deeply into him and lock my groin against the firm pale mounds of his ass. I lean over, sliding my palms on his chest and stomach while he struggles to get his legs straddled further apart, then resting his curly head on the air mattress he stretches again, arms out in front of him, and my fingers slide through his groin creases, brushing and then rubbing the boy's tight scrotum, slick quivering shaft, and the silky inner surfaces of his thighs. Back and forth I draw my hands, stroking them around the boy's spread crotch while at the same time I move my tip deep inside him by grinding my hips. Robbie twists, stretching and sometimes jerking as little throbs pulse deep in his loins. Whenever I press a fingertip at the base of his scrotum the boy gives a soft little cry, "Uhhhhhhhhh...", and arches forward, lifting his head and straining his thighs apart. As more throbs shake him, he writhes to push his butt up tight against me. When Robbie begins to thrust and pant I place a hand on his straining penis, brushing the shaft lightly with my fingertips before rubbing in a hard fast rhythm. My other hand slides over the boy's stomach, steadying him, while I push my forefinger into his belly button and wiggle the tip. Robbie moans, lifting to stretch open his butt as I begin to move in him, withdrawing then pushing back, sliding in his rectum with the boy squirming back to meet me. As I pound faster and rub my fist on the slick, stretched skin of his rigid shaft Robbie's breaths begin coming in gasps, "Ah...Ah...Ah...Ah..." Pulsating throbs shoot through the boy as hard contractions jerk his penis and the slippery drops that ooze from his helmeted tip lubricate my fingers so I can rub him even faster. Robbie pulls his head back, straining his slender body into an arched bow to get his butt up as far as he can, letting me slam into him and jam my groin against the firm mounds. My finger wiggles in his belly button and the quivering boy tenses, holding his breath and then gasping as the jerking spasms take him again and again. Gradually my own response is building. After the first release I am slower to recover than the boy, whose immature passive ardor lets him repeat, always wanting more. Lost in passion he writhes beneath me coming to a second, third, and fourth shuddering spasm until at last I am there, squeezing to hold back. Gripping Robbie I pound my hips, sliding my straining rod in his gaping rectum, my whole body trembling as I thrust as fast as I can. My fist is pumping the boy, fingers sliding from base to tip on his quivering shaft, and from my movements Robbie knows I am close. He tenses, holding his breath, shuddering with the throbs that ripple in the tight walls of his rectum and massage my sliding shaft like fingers. They take me past the edge and my head pulls back. I squeeze but nothing can hold me any longer. Droplets flow from my tip. I barely manage a final thrust, slamming my groin against the boy's rounded ass, then my hips buck and in pulse after shuddering pulse I spurt into Robbie, feeling the boy jerk along with me as tiny arcs of fluid shoot from his rigid penis. Afterwards we remain still, panting, sheened in sweat, while I soften and slip out of him. Then I turn Robbie over and he lies sprawled on the air mattress, eyes closed, the angular form of his growing body beautifully highlighted by the sun's rays. I bend to kiss him and without opening his eyes he puts his arms around me to kiss back. The scent of his heated boy flesh fills my nose and I caress gently, stroking my fingers over the velvety softness in his hairless armpits, smooth alabaster on his sides and the glossy silk of his hips and waist. The boy stretches, arching with a tiny sigh of pleasure, and pulls up one knee, wanting me to stroke the silky skin of his inner thigh. Already his penis is lifting into semi-hardness again and as I slip a hand up the taut satin of his stomach onto his chest to begin massaging the lumps in his breasts, his mouth opens and he lifts his hips in a few quick bucks to hump me. "We have to go in now," I whisper. "Your mother will be looking for you." Squirming, he shakes his head. "Not yet." "I know." My hand keeps moving on him. "But we have to..." Robbie opens his eyes to look at me and then takes hold of my fingers, pushing them onto his stiffening penis where I rub him a few times before placing my hand back on his belly to tickle. Instantly the boy curls up, giggling. He grabs my arms, pulling me down onto the mat beside him so we can cuddle. "Come on," I urge, kissing and hugging him. "We have to get dressed." But still he shakes his head, grinding his hips against me and humping. I slide a hand down his back. "Uh-Uh. We've been gone long enough. If your mother goes off and grounds you again it'll be bad." At this he gives up temporarily and snuggles against me asking, "You're comin' to my game tomorrow?" "You know I wouldn't miss that." "I'm gonna' try an' score a goal for you." I give his butt a pat then hug him. "That would be wonderful. You'll hear me cheering for sure. But no matter what you do, you know I'll be proud of you." The boy hugs tightly as he pulls a knee up over my hip. "Are you comin' next Saturday?" "Sure, same as always. I'll have my paycheck so we can go to a motel." "The one like with the pool inside, an' all the slides an' stuff?" "Sure." This definitely pleases him and he squirms, rubbing himself on my hip before pleading, "Just once more?" I am very tempted but have to be firm with him, "Nope. Come on. Remember what happened that time we stayed too long. We got to go." Reluctantly the boy releases his hold on me and I get up, helping him to his feet. Around us the bare woods stretch away in dense ranks of slender trees, and the huge boulder behind which we have been sheltering is a silent massive presence in the spring sun. On the damp ground not even a fallen leaf rustles. The boy and I might be the only life in a deserted world. Robbie smiles at me. Standing there, his pale gangly body washed in light, I think he is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. His boner is still up, and with his curly black hair, pert nose and dark eyes sparkling with impish merriment he might be a young Puck, the spirit of boyhood itself, come to dally with me for a few hours pleasure before disappearing the moment I turn my back. With a pang of irrational dread I hand over his warm-up pants and keep my eyes on him while he slips into them, watching the play of shadow and light on his smooth hairless body. He is changing so fast! Already I know the day is coming when I will lose him as he grows away from me. Please let it not be too soon, I pray silently. Let there still be many more wonderful times before us. Robbie sits on the tarp pulling on his Nikes and then watches as I get dressed. We deflate the air mattress by having him kneel on it while I roll it up and then, once mattress and blanket are folded, I help him into his tight warm-up jacket. "You sure are outgrowing this," I say, fixing the zipper. "This week we're gonna' get you a new one." Robbie puts his arms around me, resting his head on my chest, and as I caress him I feel that he is trembling a little. "I really like you a lot," he whispers, squeezing very tightly. I know that he does, but boy-like he is embarrassed to say it, so he only tells me on rare occasions. Love for him wells up in me and I kiss his dark curls, breathing in their lovely fragrance. Struggling to control my voice, because his words mean so much to me, I whisper back, "I really like you, too, Robbie. More than anything in the world." He does not want to let go for a while, so I kiss and stroke him until he is ready. Then we gather our things and with the boy close to me, his arm around my waist, we head back down the slope toward the dirt track that leads to his apartment house. "You'll be there tomorrow?" He asks again, looking up anxiously, wanting to be reassured. Leaning over to give him one more kiss, I whisper, "You know I will." ---------------------------------------------------- Thanks for taking the time to read my story and if you'd like to comment, my e-mail address is: hunterjoe45@yahoo.com I will try to answer all serious mailings. Rants and ravings will not get consideration. All the Best. Joe