Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2002 21:03:31 -0800 (PST) From: Wishus Teglin Subject: Thanks, I Needed That! (M/b) Thanks, I Needed That! A Boylove Short by Teglin Copyright 2002 by Teglin. You may freely copy this boylove romance short story and distribute it. Please have the courtesy not to alter it in any way. WARNING: This boylove story contains descriptions of sexual acts between a man and a minor boy. If this story is illegal where you are, or for your age, or the concept of a man/boy romantic relationship offends you, don't read further. Dedication: To all the boys who guide us. Thanks, I Needed That! It' s been hard since he and his parents picked me up at the station, for David and I to get even a moment alone, what with meeting all the people out in California, sharing rooms with others, etc. His parents have been great, though, putting up with a lot. I wonder how many moms and dads would look so favorably upon their 12 year old boy - not to mention a 12 year old movie star boy - practically gluing himself to a middle-aged man. Both of us have been getting antsy, feeling like we haven't had a chance to really speak our love to each other, as we need to. Of course we held hands everywhere. He could sit in my lap sometimes in the car. We even stole one brief, deep kiss in the theater the other day, when we watched 'Dinosaur' with all the others. His sigh, almost pained, when that kiss was over, tore at me. I wanted so much to enter him in every way, to fill him with my love. So yesterday at MOUSEland, I guess David had had enough waiting! It was awfully frustrating with such a large group, trying to get anything done. So we started splitting up into groups. Finally, in the mix of grouping and parting and meeting again, David and I found ourselves alone! As soon as he realized it, David let out a whoop, grabbed my hand, and headed off towards the central part of the park. I said, "We've already been to that part of the park, sweetie." "Just follow me!" he called over his shoulder, dragging me bodily. Not like I had any choice! His long golden lockes literally flowed back with the wind that he created in his haste. About halfway across the park, weaving through the little miniature streets, I called out, "ooh, look there, there's a cute boy ...." He gave me a specially hard tug, and growled out, "you keep your eyes on me!!" he ended more quietly, breathily, "for now." And he giggled. I called out, "no problemo!" In keeping with the latin theme that was so prevalent in the park that day. (90% of the boys there were hispanic.) He led us straight to the kiddie mine ride. It was a slow-moving, rather boring ride, so I was rather surprised. "I didn't think you liked this ride that much," I said, quizzically, as he planted us firmly in line. "Hmmh, there were parts of it that I kind of liked," he said, mysteriously. It was difficult to keep from looking like lovers, as we stood in line. David was quite emphatically horny! I felt his erect shaft, all two and a half inches of it, pressed against my lower thigh as he literally wrapped himself around me. He kept humping my leg, not all that surreptitiously. I tried to mask his actions by acting like he was so exhausted that he had to hang on for dear life. I would pat his head, massage his shoulders, or hold him tight, his head resting against my right chest. We must have been a sight, inching forward as the line progressed towards the ride, me often enough having to lift him to go forward. Finally he unwound himself from me, as we became the next riders to board our boat. David pulled my head down to his level and whispered into my ear. "I got this idea listening to those girls back there talking about the Tunnel of Love!" "Oohhhh!" I answered, knowingly. If anyone saw my statement, they could tell that whatever my boy had said, it pleased me no end. We boarded, straddling the central, padded seat in the little boat built for four, with me in the back, and David sitting back against me, between my legs. Thank goodness the crowds were thinning, so the attendants let us take the boat by ourselves! I'd guess it didn't hurt that David turned on his charms to the older teen at the gate, asking if we could have the boat alone. Who could resist his golden-green eyes, pleading with such a sweet smile? This ride was all in the dark, with occasional lighted objects along the way, and a little narrative about gold mining and logging, back in the old days. At one point it turned into an adventurous float down a log flue. Again all in the dark. Three minutes of solitude! My boy was thinking! No sooner were we in the darkness than he literally sprang and leapt, turning a full 180 degrees, and straddled me instead of the padded seat! Talk about a lip-lock! What's that new phrase? Sucking face? Well, we certainly sucked some face. His small, slender arms held my head in a tender embrace, while I let my hands roam over his back, down to his buttocks, pulling him occasionally close to meld his body against mine. Pretty soon, he got into a rhythm, and started humping his little rigid member against my stomach. I cupped his buttocks and pulled him into me, to help. It was all very hurried. Only three minutes, but those were fleeting moments of complete bliss! My boy was in my arms, he was using my body as his instrument, playing me from my mouth to my stomach. I had the unutterable joy of tasting his sweet tongue and mouth, taking his saliva into my mouth, and then plunging my tongue into his. I could hear his moans of building pleasure, as well as feel their vibrations on my own lips, and into my own throat. The heat of his little body pressed into mine, the vice grip of his legs around my waist, spoke of our Oneness. Oh god, how I love him! How I love to bring him pleasure, and to share in his pleasure. How I live to serve him! To fulfill his needs, and to be completed, in our every act together. The ride neared its end, and David went into a frenzy of lunges against me. Thankfully the moving water, the narration, and boat banging against the guide rails, was surely enough to mask his impending climax. It occured just at the climactic moment of the ride. The boat entered onto a ramp, which ratcheted us up and up, slowly. I whispered to David to cum quickly, because we were almost at the end. Just as the boat surmounted the top of the incline, and plunged over the edge, he screamed out in ecstasy, and collapsed into me. We dove down in to the sunlight and the splashing water, and must have looked to everyone around just like a man with his frightened little boy. I had to climb out of the boat and lift my bedraggled little boy with me. He let me manhandle him, and whispered into my ear, "Finally! Thanks Teg, I needed that." I kissed him on his forehead, and said, "thank you! I needed that too!"