Date: Thu, 3 Jan 2013 02:34:44 -0800 From: L A Subject: The Boy of your Dreams Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and contains homosexual acts between minors. Please do not read this if it is illegal for you to do so. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. Contact: handittome@live.com You aren't even conscious yet but you know you're happy. You can feel that things are the way they should be. As your senses start to awaken you realize you are warm, comfortable and perfect. There is a firm pressure on the front half of your body very slowly swelling and diminishing like a wave. You can smell a sweet, sweet aroma that would be familiar if your mind was conscious enough to fully process it. A cool breeze calmly whistles outside and nothing but a quiet, peaceful breathing can be heard nearby. But it is not your own. As your sense of touch strengthens and you begin to gain control of your muscles you slightly shift just enough to feel your immediate surroundings. A cushion underneath you on your left, a blanket on your back and right side, and on your front...a boy. You would know his feeling even in your sleep. Your right arm wraps around him, holding him tightly into you as you cuddle him from behind, cradling him in a fetal position. His bare skin is warm and soft and you begin so slowly stroke his chest, caressing his tiny nipples as goose bumps start to rise. Recent memories of the night before start to reform in your mind and you remember he is wearing nothing but his cream blue briefs...his favorite, only because you adore them so much. Your own silk boxers that he picked out are probably just as comfortable for him as they are for you while you spoon him from behind. Your other hand is somehow by his head and it softly combs through his short cut sun bleached hair, the only hair on his perfect, smooth body. As you lie there with him you inhale deeply his young boyish scent. He is your one true love; the one reason for your existence and luckily for you, he shares these feelings. You can't help but smile at the sheer perfection of the situation. It doesn't matter how it happened, what matters is that he is with you, and will be forever. There is no need to rush, no pressure to get him home before his parents find out, because this is his home and you are his guardian. And neither of you would have it any other way. There is a grumble in your stomach, bringing your mind fully into the day. You barely open your right eye, glancing past your adonis to the sadistic clock. 8:26AM. He has a game at 10:45 but luckily it's at the school only a couple blocks away. Still...he's going to need a good healthy breakfast, and enough time for it to settle. You haven't gotten your fill of him yet this morning but you never would even if morning had come and gone ten times, so you figure it would be best to get up. No need to wake him yet though. So you carefully and unwillingly lift your arm off of him, gently kiss his cheek and silently slide out of bed. You hear a small whine out of him as he roles over, unconsciously noticing you've gone so you place your pillow at his side and he death grips it with a sigh, falling back into a deep sleep. There is nothing more perfect than a sleeping boy. You make your way to the kitchen. Bacon and eggs sound good. Within a couple minutes the house is filling with the sounds of sizzles and smells of breakfast. And right on queue you hear the slow staggered rhythm of soft pads on the wooden floor. He is walking down the hall, clearly still half asleep, rubbing his baby blue eyes. His sandy blonde hair, despite being cut short, is sticking up in every possible direction, as if trying to look messy. The remainder of his morning wood still slightly pokes at the front of his tiny briefs, slowly diminishing. He takes his time getting to the bar and climbs up to sit in one of the stools, wiping off a little drool remnant on his cheek. "Good morning sleepy head." "...morning" He flashes a weak sarcastic smile, but then caught off guard by his own wittiness this early giggles at himself. "Is that bacon?" "Yeppers. You take your vitamins yet this morning?" You are always caring for him. He doesn't need them for any particular clinical reason but if they help keep him healthy, why not? "How about pancakes?" "How about vitamins?" You turn to look directly at him, one eyebrow raised trying to at least pretend like you're being too serious. He returns the exact same stare only for you to raise your other eyebrow then repeatedly switch back and forth. He giggles again and gives in, knowing he's no match for the double brow. "Fine." He grabs the bottle of chewable vitamins, picks out two orange ones and eats them. "Not bad eh?" "Not as good as pancakes." You smile at his resilience. "I think we should make waffles instead." He sort of scoffs thinking you're just messing with him. With a playful tone..."Pancakes are better." "Do you remember what happened to the kitchen last time you tried to make pancakes?" His momentary silence tells the whole story. "Waffles sound great." He happily gets up off the stool with a smile and walks into the kitchen area to dig out the waffle maker while he mumbles something about how difficult pancakes are to flip correctly. He finds it in the back of one of the cupboards and plugs it into the wall. "Here you go." You hand him the bowl of premade mix. You knew he wouldn't let you get away with not making waffles this morning. "Now be careful." The bacon and eggs are now done, and you could have done the waffles yourself, but putting the mix into the waffle maker has always been his job. He grabs the little spatula and starts to pour it in. You know he fills it too much but will let him learn the hard way. When he sets down the bowl and closes the lid, some of the mix starts to ooze out the side and onto the counter, heading for edge and soon the floor. Thinking on his toes, literally since the counter was too high for him, he presses his chest up against the marble, barely stopping the mix before it pours off. You know him too well and already had some paper towels on standby. He desperately looks up at you with a face that says both "oops" and "help!". You see him and his situation and can't help but chuckle at the predictability of his misfortune as you wipe up the mess. Relieved, he lands flat-footed on the floor with a sigh and a line indentation across his chest. You notice a remnant spot of waffle mix on his right nipple and wipe it off with your finger, plopping it in your mouth. "hmmm. Tastes extra sweet." "That's all me. The mix itself is pretty bland." He mentions with a wink. "Really now?" Playing along you bend down and kiss his cheek, ending it with a little lick. "Wow you're right! I didn't know I was living with the best tasting boy ever." That's a lie. You already knew. "Well get used to it!" You both laugh but are interrupted by the beeping of the waffle maker telling you it's ready. Breakfast, like everything with him, is thoroughly enjoyable. He sits on the bar stool chewing his bacon and proudly digging into his self made waffle, which is drenched in syrup. You stand on the other side of the bar doing the same, only with far less syrup, while staring at your boy with the biggest smile. Grinning back and mouth full, he starts one of his grunt wars. Nose wrinkled and trying to look tough he just grunts at you, and you do the same. Back and forth, each one getting louder and longer until you are competing for the biggest grunt. You always let him win, or rather, you can't help but let him win as you break down laughing at his youthfulness and boyish attitude. He looks so cute with his face all scrunched up like that. A rogue thought of "what did you ever do to deserve him" sparks in your mind but you know the answer is "nothing". You are just so thankful to have him and are never letting go. As he pushes the last bite past his plump lips you chuckle at his inability to make it all in. Sticky syrup is all over his lips and cheeks as he knowingly smiles back at you. You grab a damp cloth and walk around the bar over to him, he reluctantly spins the stool to face you and you start wiping off his face. "Aww come on..." he whines. As you run the cloth across his face, his still chubby cheeks pull this way and that and then bounce back into place. He's only eleven and still all boy. "There...much better." You rustle his hair. "I think we should probably start getting ready for your game." "Ok!" You hold out your arms for him. You're standing so close and he's so high in that stool that he just wraps his dangling legs around your waist and his arms around your neck. As he clings to your chest you place one hand on his plush bottom to help support him while you knead his cheeks and the other on his neck to push his face to yours. He looks into your eyes with a sly smile. His long eyelashes batting at you, his cute little button nose, his cheeks rosy red from your cleaning his face and his soft pink lips gently being licked by his talented tongue. Even though he's probably just tasting the remnants of the syrup, it's tantalizing and he knows it. He slowly closes his eyes, opens his mouth and gives into the pressure you're applying to the back of his neck. You can feel his warm breath on your cheek for a brief moment before your lips lock and his tongue reaches in your mouth for yours. He knows what to do. You've taught him well. And you know him well enough to know that this is love, true love. It's not just him trying to please your sexual desires, because he wants you as much as you need him. Your hand starts to dance around the smoothness of his back, gently caressing him. You can feel the ripples of his muscles since though he is just a boy he has the beginnings of a well-toned body. You travel all the way up to his hair and love how soft and pure it is. It wouldn't be so blonde if it weren't for all of his swimming in the chlorine, but you love it this way. It makes him look even cuter. You can tell that he is starting to get a little more aggressive and his tongue is dueling yours like a sword fight. Thinking of swords, you feel his little dick growing and start to poke you in the stomach. Now at the foot of his own twin size bed you lay him gently down, with you on top, being supported by your elbows. The perfectly made sheets are now wrinkled, never used except for when he has a friend over, or for sex. You unwillingly break the kiss and his big blue eyes open, staring directly into yours with a sad look of loneliness as if asking why you have to leave him behind. "I think you need to get ready." You don't want to stop but it's better to be responsible. Besides, you can pick up where you left off as soon as you get back from the game. "But I can't go to the game like this. Everyone will stare at me." Being the perfect boy, you know everyone already stares at him. But he glances down to the tiny mountain in his briefs to indicate his meaning. "Oh I see. That's quite a situation you've got yourself in." "It's not my fault! You're the one shoving your tongue down my throat!" "Hey you wouldn't blame me if you were me." "No I don't blame you. I've seen myself in the mirror." He lightly chuckles at the banter and you playfully roll your eyes at his lack of modesty. "You're right. It's my responsibility. Let me help you out little buddy." You know there's enough time if you can make it quick so you get started. You're lips start zoning in on key spots down his little body. The softness of his neck, his shoulder, the firmness of his chest muscles, you stop at and tongue his tiny nipples for a few seconds until they get hard, all the time he's gently cooing. Your hands softly caress his sides, lightly tickling him so his stomach muscles constantly spasm, showing off the beginnings of a healthy six pack. Waterpolo has done many wonders to his body, but not as many as you have. Your tongue reaches his indented belly button and you dig your way inside while he giggles. With your face buried into his stomach you can't see his expression but you know he's lovingly staring down at you pleasuring his body. Finally your lips reach the elastic waistband. You bring your fingers down to his sides and dig them into the plush of his waist and underneath the band. Meanwhile, you've brought your eager mouth over to his bulge and reach out your tongue, making contact through the thin fabric. He hums and you can feel the vocal vibration throughout his body on your fingers while they pull down the final barricade. His briefs pass your face, his tanned thighs, then feet and fall to the floor, his perfect boyhood standing at your attention. While most boys on the team have a speedo tan, he tans naked in the backyard often enough to have a perfect golden hew on one hundred percent of his hairless body. His desirable nail points straight up, rock hard, with a tiny glimpse poking through the velvet stretched foreskin. His tiny balls that have recently begun their descent are held comfortably in the plump, round, wrinkly pouch that fits perfectly in your mouth. But unfortunately you don't have time for that, or to lick his creamy thighs, or to...so many things you'd love to do that must wait until next time. Eagerly his hand finds the back of your head and tries to push you onto him. But you want to make him ask for it. "Are you sure you want me to do this?" He can see right through your desires and decides to play with you. "Hrm...I don't know. Probably not..." You place your tongue at the base of his cock and slowly trace all the way to the tip, dancing your tongue around the taught foreskin. His whole body shivers and he lightly gasps, obviously trying to hold back a telling moan. You look back up at him in a knowing, confident way. "How about now?" But he won't give in. "Naa I think I'm going to go get-" You give up and dive right down on his hot boyhood, taking it all in and clamping your lips tight around the base, violently tonguing all you can taste. "Oooh" He involuntarily thrusts up and into you ramming his cocklette to the entrance of your throat. You take the opportunity to assume your favorite position. You throw your right hand under him and onto his butt. Your pointer finger buries itself into his tight hole, barely sliding all the way in with one thrust. You know this boy's body better than he does and instantly find his button. He can't help but moan loudly, his young boyish tone turning you on even more. You place your middle finger along the golden mounds and to the top, while your thumb lines his soft perineum and ends into the plush of his little balls. Now you have complete control. His hips are hovering in the air, supported by your hand that is ramming him into your mouth getting faster and faster. With each thrust of your hand, you push hard into his button as his throbbing boyhood reaches deeper into your mouth. Lust starts to overcome you as his moans and whimpers hasten. He's fully given into you and between breaths he starts to beg. "Harder. Please suck me harder!" You couldn't be happier to oblige, and clamp your jaw onto his pulsing boner. Using your left hand you spread his legs, granting better access and enabling your finger inside his body to dig even deeper. He wants to watch you control him but the feelings are too much and he throws his head back with an even louder moan and lets the sensations overcome him. But he wants more. Even through your death grip on him you can feel him trying to thrust his hips faster than your attacks. You want to give him what he wants, but not before he begs more so you keep your current pace. As you force his hips into you, your finger shoves into his prostate, your lips slide from the very tip of his penis, the sensitive head now clearly poking out from the tight foreskin, and down the rock hard length to his base. Your spit is now covering him, dripping past his balls, along his crack, and lubing your finger to create a faster and easier entry into your boy, heightening the entire cycle. You can tell he's starting to reach the end, and he knows it. With orgasm imminent, his mind can think of nothing else but his overwhelming desire to share his seed. His hands grab the back of your head, gripping your hair and trying to force you down onto him. It is time. "I'm gonna come! Faster!!!" He screams at you and you immediately increase speed. Faster and faster. Sweat is now coating his smooth naked body, his mouth gaping open trying to intake enough air for his intense breathing. "Oh...Oohh!" Hardly even fully conscious he urges you on. "Please! Pleeaaah!" As you jab his sensitive button one final time his ring clamps down on your finger. His thrusting immediately ceases with one final push into you. His young balls pull into him and his sac tightens. His ridged cock held firmly in your mouth twitches while his whole body trembles. A single watery droplet oozes out and on your tongue but the spasms continue. The sweet taste of young perfection. Then, his body gives out and collapses onto the bed, with you on him. You ease your finger out of the tired boy and gently lick the tip of his penis for any remnants that might have escaped, being extra cautious of his new sensitivity. Luckily one more tiny drop leaks out and you lick it off, but hold it on your tongue. You gently climb up the limp boy's sticky body so you are now face to face. Sensing your presence he slowly turns his head to face you and carefully opens his eyes. You plunge down to his mouth to share what he had shared with you in a long passionate kiss. Knowing that he could probably use the air after this exhaustive session you break the kiss and smile at him, caressing his damp hair. "You're tasting sweeter every day." Half dazed he stares at you. "No", slowly shaking his head. "That was just left over syrup", he ends with another sly smile. Man...you love this boy. Pure perfection in every way. Unfortunately you remember the time, give him one last kiss then climb off of him, pulling his limp body up with you. You hate to force him up after that but you can't be late. He stands there with you looking as groggy as he did when he woke up this morning. "Alright buddy you should probably take a quick shower now." "Wha-" He rubs his eyes. "You aren't going to join me?" "I can't right now. I'm so hard I'd probably have to fill you." You don't like to use the real "F" word around him. He's too young to start a bad habit like that. "Well I wouldn't mind." You chuckle. Of course he wouldn't. "And neither would I but we just don't have time. I'm sorry." Fully understanding he groans and slouches his way to the shower and you to your own. You know that you have two options: jack off, or save it for later. You also know you have no plans for tonight and while it's incredibly tough to not finish the deed right here, right now, you dare to hold off. Lucky, or unlucky, for you, you aren't thirteen anymore and your cock settles down by the end of your shower. You get out and get dressed. Jeans and a t-shirt. It's the weekend, no need to dress nicely. You make your way to the entrance of his room to see him standing in the team polo shirt and his tight yellow and black speedo with the number 3 on it, his team and lucky number. Before he even notices you're there he pulls up his track pants that he will just strip them off when he gets there and he's good to go. "Ready?" He turns to see you, and responds with a smiley nod and accompanying grunt. He grabs his sports bag with a change of clothes and slings it over his shoulder. As he walks past you, you quickly grab him from behind and squeeze him for a hug. "Ok let's go." It's only a few blocks away but you figure you should take the car in case of any spontaneous lunch plans. It's a quick drive but he somehow crams in a fully detailed conversation about a new video game he's interested in. You smile and nod, only half paying attention to what he's saying and focusing more on how he's saying it. He speaks with such a youthful enthusiasm that you wish you could mimic but age and life experience has dwindled your ability to do so. His eyes randomly widen with excitement and his hands fly around the car to bring explosions and spaceships to life. Before long he realizes you've reached the school and knows he must end his story. "Anyway....it's really...REALLY awesome!" He's slightly winded from expounding in such detail so quickly and you chuckle. "Sure sounds like it buddy bear." A cute nickname for a cute boy. Again, you ruffle his hair. It's just one of those things you love; a simple form of affection, nothing sexual, just loving. "I think you're team is waiting." You flash your eyes up at the pool and he takes the hint. "Oh...oh yeah! Ok see ya in the bleachers." He grabs his back, shuts the door and darts to the pool. He really is something. He stands there, arms crossed, water cap on but not yet tied, wearing nothing else but his tiny speedo while listening to coach with an over serious look on his face. He's dripping wet from the warm ups in the pool, each droplet sparkling in the morning sun. His chest rises up and down as his body starts to relax. Each and every muscle stands out, toned from the early exercise. He stares at the coach's clipboard, completely entranced by the plays being directing to the team. His cute little firm pecs are pushed up by his toned folded arms and the water droplets define the beginnings of his six-pack, which are clearly visible, but not yet fully formed. His strong golden legs flow down to the tiny feet that you know are the softest pads that you love to massage late at night to help him drift off as you watch TV together. But perhaps the most glorious sight is what he actually is wearing. His twin plush, round globes are perfectly defined in the seat of his taught speedo. The front side clings to him as if trying to give everything away. Even though you already tried to help him this morning so that his little penis would not stand out in his speedo, it clearly does. His sac is plump and pulled close to him, propping up his little buddy, thanks to the chilling pool water. His cock, thick for his young age, sits right on top, trying to poke out and clearly outlined by the tightness of his swimwear. If he weren't already in love with you, you'd be afraid that someone else might swoop him up. He stands next to his best friend. In fact, he's the main reason your boy wanted to join the team. He wanted to be able to spend more time with him and so far it's worked out quite nicely. He too is a beautiful sight with his soft brown hair down to his eyebrows, when not covered by the cap. He still has a young face and large green eyes to prove his innocence. He has smooth chubby cheeks and a butt to match and while his body is also well defined and he is very cute, he lacks the special perfection that you know so well. The coach says something funny and the two boys look at one another and giggle. There is no lack of wonderfully cute boys on the team but you already have the best one so your eyes hardly wander from him. You already love the perfect boy so why desire less, no matter how appealing? He must have felt your staring and he glances in your direction, finds you, beams that sweet smile and waves. His friend notices his gesture and turns toward the bleachers squinting with one hand over his eyes to block the sun. Your boy looks back at him and points him toward you. You smile and reply with one of your own until the coach calls their names for attention and they sheepishly turn back. You feel bad for the trouble but your boy sneaks one last grin and shrug in your direction as if to say, "don't worry about it". It's not much of a game. The other team isn't very good and no matter what they do, they're no match. They're just little boys and your soft spot for them enables a grand sense of sympathy and you want to give them all a loving hug to tell them it's ok. But it's just a sport, and maybe they aren't that bad. Maybe your boy's team is just amazing. They pass the ball constantly, it always avoiding contact by the other side. They're much faster and actually play like a team, unlike most boys their age. And while your boy may not be the best, he's one of the fastest. He can outswim any kid on the opposing side and proves it by practically swimming the ball into the goal...twice! You feel immensely proud and would be jumping up and down like crazy if this wasn't normal for him. Still, you're constantly cheering for lil' number three and each time he scores other spectators for your team pat you on the back, to congratulate you for his achievement. Before long the score has reached seven to zero and the coach takes him out. He doesn't want to crush the other team's spirits any more than they already have so your boy sits on the bench, dripping wet. But the game is almost over and he knows he's not going back in so he unties and removes the cap. His drenched hair sticks up in every way possible making him look a little crazy, but completely cute. He looks over in your direction to give you a thumbs up and a wide eyed grin. You stare at him blankly and playfully shrug pretending to not care but then break the act and silently laugh with him. That's your boy. A few minutes later the game does finally end and the boys all jump out of the pool and congratulate each other on the "good game". The other team's goalie looks sadly defeated but you are warmed when your boy goes over to him to cheer him up. You can't hear what they are saying but you can see the opposing player's face brighten and it ends with a friendly hug and handshake. No one else seems to notice his charity but that's not why he does it. He's just that kind of boy...always looking out for others. They all file into the locker room to change and you grab your things; a water bottle and a towel you used as a seat cushion on the hard bleachers. "Good game huh? He did great." You turn around to see the mother of your boy's best friend. "Oh yeah thanks. He didn't get that from me." She chuckles a bit. "It would have been a much different game without our amazing goalie though". That was her son's position and he really was very talented at his job. She smiles at you and if you knew she wasn't already happily married, you'd think her eyes were flirting with you. "You know...it was that goalie camp we put him in. It really gave him the confidence he needed. I'm soooo glad he did it. It was kind of expensive and the hours were really annoying but...." She goes on and on but you smile and nod for your boy's sake until thankfully he and his buddy come out and you rudely interrupt. "There are our little champions." She turns to face them, squeals and congratulates them, diverting her nonstop talking to her son. You miss that they are no longer in their speedos, now wearing shorts and a team shirt, but know it's only until next time. "I. Am. Soooo hungry..." Your boy nearly moans it with his hand clenching his stomach, over exaggerating his comment to be silly and elicit a smirk from his friend. "Well Soooo hungry, what do you say to McDonalds?" He is still young enough to have a weakness to kids meals and his eyes widen. "Awesome! As long as this kid can come too." He directs his thumb over his shoulder to the poor boy being attacked by his mom. Obviously paying about as much attention to her as you were, he hears your and you can tell he's getting giddy. "Pleathe mom? Can I go to McDonaldth with them?" He still can't quite say his S's correctly but it's the cutest thing. His mom looks up at you so as to ask your opinion. "Yeah sure. I'd be honored to dine with such a skilled keeper of the goal." You look in his direction and you can tell in his eyes the compliment excites him. He thinks of you as a cool older friend and you want it to stay that way. "Ok that would be great. They're having a sale down the street and I have to go get..." Her mind starts to trail off thinking. "Can you have him home by two? He has piano lessons." "Aww mom really? Can't you puth it back?" Her son's whining accomplishes nothing. So you butt in before he ruins it. "Sure two sounds fine. He'll be back." She gives her son a hug, a kiss, a quick goodbye and a few bucks then chases off toward her sale no doubt to spend the rest of her money. "Who's up for some kids meals?" The boys look at each other, obviously excited and cheer in union as they race to the car. "Yeah!" You walk behind them, watching the two best friends push each other around on their way. When they reach the car they practically wrestle for the front seat and by the time you get there the friendly feud is still continuing. "I guess there's only one way to solve this." They stop, still with a firm grip on one another and stare at you eagerly awaiting the solution. You hunch your shoulders and bring down your tone to a serious voice. "A thumb war." Immediately they get into position. They know what to do. "You're going down!" "Prepare to looth!" They attack each other with playful comments as you count down. "3...2...1.......Fight!" Just then at that same second you push the unlock button on your keychain. Your boy's friend notices first and quickly rips open the door, jumps in and throws on the seatbelt, impishly shrugging to say "oh well". "What?! That's so not fair!" "Get in the car punk." You brush your hand over the whiner's head as you walk past him to the driver's side. He just chuckles and, climbs in the back. The drive to Mickey-D's consists of loud music, louder singing, kicking of seats and hands playfully attacking one another. Your boy knows better than to bother you when you're driving but he reaches from behind the passenger seat and tickles his powerless best friend. You can't help but laugh at their youthful pleasure and his begging for the pain to stop. Unfortunately for him it doesn't, at least not until you reach your destination, at which point both of them quickly jump out of the car, eager for their prize. You order them both kid meals with an extra cheeseburger, since you know the tiny meal alone won't be enough. The lady at the register is nice enough to let them pick out which Hot Wheels car they want with their lunch, out of the eight or so choices available. The whole time they are bouncing up and down, being boys and they pick their choices based on color alone, not model. He gets a bright orange one and his friend gets red. You figure that way they can be similar enough, but still different. It only takes them a racing two minutes to finish eating when they charge off to the play area with their new toys, pretending like they can fly. You enjoy their youth from the table and finish your modest meal. It's far too salty for your more mature tastes but you suffer for the boys. You watch them playing, running around like animals, wild grins on their faces and unfathomable energy flowing through them. They bang through the tubes, playing tag and shaking them like crazy. After a quick round they divert their attention to the long spiral slide. One in the other's lap, arms around him, both mouths wide open and yelling as they dart down the slide together. They speed off the end and land on the padded ground, giggling up a storm. It warms your heart and you know they're just being kids but part of your mind wanders to a possible future. You know your boy loves you and the things you do with him, but he's too young to know for sure what lies ahead. Of course you love him with all your heart and would give anything to spend the rest of your life with him, but with the difference in age, you know that you might have to give him up one day. Perhaps with age he'll discover a love for women and want to marry and start a family. Though more likely he'll find another boy his age, or maybe he already has. But his hormones haven't yet taken over and so far, there has been no talk of any relationship of the sort going on between the two. And if there were such a thing, he would have told you about it. But one thing is for sure. He is the love of your life and right now, you're his. You want nothing more than for him to be happy, and today that means loving him. In that vein of thought you quietly sneak your way right across the street to purchase a surprise for him. You can see them playing from the store just in case, and quickly make your way back before they even notice you were gone. You watch them be rambunctious for another few minutes before you check your watch and realize it's time to go. "Come on boys. Piano lessons are calling." You can hear two whines from the floating tubes and seconds later the two best friends crawl out. "You have fun?" "Yeah! I think they wakthed that thlide. It wathn't that fatht latht time!" "I know right?! My butt still hurts!" "Mineth fine thankth to your lap." They giggle some more and file in the car, automatically switching seats for fairness. But this time, your boy was the one who fell victim to a tickle assault. It's a short ride to his place, and only a couple blocks from yours. You pull up at 1:57, right on time. Realizing it's time to end his attack, he warmly hugs your boy from behind around the seat and you can see in both their faces the loving friendship they share as they close their eyes and embrace. He then breaks the hug and scotches toward the door to exit, but not before reaching around your seat for your own hug. It's not nearly as long or as loving but you can tell he means it and your heart flutters. He opens the door, climbs out and darts toward his house, yelling backwards. "Bye guyth! Thee you nexth time!" "Bye!!!" You stay in front of his house long enough to make sure he gets in and then drive off. "So now what are we going to do?" You look over toward your beaming boy and warmingly place your hand on his thigh, firmly squeezing your love out. "Well there's this game that I thought we could play." "What kind of game?" His face suddenly gets serious and curious, his eyes slightly squinting and lips puckering in thought. "I think you'll enjoy it. It has space ships and explosions and all sorts of crazy stuff. Some maniac was telling me all about it this morning. Maybe you know what I'm talking about." You pull the shrink-wrapped game out of the center console and hand it to him. His eyes widen in sudden excitement and you brace for the storm. "No way! How did you...? When did....? Aww man!" "While you guys were playing around at McDonalds I went across the street and picked it-" You don't even finish your thought before he leans as far out of his seat as the seatbelt will let him and plants a kiss on your cheek. "You're the best!" You ruffle his hair again. He knows to take that as a welcome sign of affection. "Yeah. But you know what else?" "Huh?" "I'm gonna kick your butt!" He's bouncing around in his seat like he has to pee ten gallons, and doesn't even wait until the car reaches a complete stop before he throws the door open and races to the living room, tossing in the game disk. By the time you make it in he's already sitting on the floor without a shirt leaning against the couch and working his way through the game's main menu. "Do you wanna play too?" He reaches a second controller up to you. You don't care as much about the game as you do his enjoyment of it. Besides, you have no idea how to play it. "Naa buddy bear, you take the first round. I'll sit and watch." He doesn't even ask twice, too excited to play and refocuses on the television. You pick him up, sit down in his spot, widen your legs, place him between them and wrap your arms around him, lightly pulling him against you. With your legs now around him you wrap your feet over his ankles and now he's firmly in your hold. It doesn't even seem to faze him but you can feel his body relax just a bit. It's hardly an unusual position for you two while playing games or watching movies and it's one that you always enjoy. With your body tightly wrapped around your boy, your hands are slowly and gently stroking the warm smoothness of his bare stomach. You don't mind that he isn't directly responding to your contact, being fully entranced by the game, because his body does on his behalf. His tender muscles twitch with each stroke and tiny goose bumps form, marking each area you've touched as if you are painting him with pleasure. "Are you hot or do you just feel like being half naked?" The explosions are loud and you have to place your face to his ear. You obviously never reject to the removal of his clothing, but are curious. "Both" he giggles. You know it really isn't that warm today. His running around at lunch and excitement for the game must have got his blood pumping. But who are you to convince him otherwise? "Not a bad idea." Figuring he obviously wouldn't mind you also throw aside your shirt, then pull him back into you; bare skin to skin. You are thankful for the game, knowing that if not for it, he probably wouldn't be enjoying this as much as you. He is still a very young boy and no matter how much he loves you, he lacks the attention span and complete appreciation of this love that guides this specific moment. But you do not. You sit there with the boy of your dreams in your arms, and hold him. Simply hold him. You close your eyes, and gently fall your head between the velvet smoothness of his neck and firm shoulder to enjoy him, your concentration of the moment drowning out the game's blasting sounds. You've finished your painting his front with the tiny bumps and slowly and carefully begin on the second coat. You nearly melt around him, your breaths in unison. His youthful radiance is warming your body and you want to let yourself drift off into a silent sleep. There truly is nothing more peaceful than cuddling with a sweet young boy, but most of all, this sweet young boy. At least...until be beats the level. "YES! Take that aliens!" He sits up tall, unknowingly jerking your head off of his shoulder, throws his hand in their air and yells. So much for naptime. You come back into his world. "Did you see that!? Bye bye sucka!" "Yeah dude you sure showed them." Still in your arms he turns his head to see your affirmation and you look into his eyes to convince him you do care about his accomplishment by giving him a quick kiss. "You know it!" He reaches over and grabs the second controller. "Your turn!" "I dunno. I'm not good at these games." "Oh come on. Pleeeeeease? Play with me." He looks into your eyes, widening them with each passing second, furrowing his eyebrows and pushing his lips out in the cutest yet saddest face he could conjure. You've long ago learned how to resist his puppy dog face, but this time there is no reason to. "Alright...let's see whatcha got!" "More than you can handle! That's for sure." He turns back to his position and makes himself comfortable, nestling his plump little butt into your lap. Though now is not the time, you can't help but grow an inch in return. Your hands are resting in the warmth of his lap, wrapped around your controller, ready to lose. But you aren't going down without a fight. Still...you do go down. You're hardly a match for such a talented pilot as he and you can tell he's just toying with you, flying circles around your ship. This is not a game you can win, but you know of one you can. You release the controller and begin to tickle his sides. "Stop...haha st- hahaha STOP!" He squirms back and forth, unintentionally grinding into your crotch while he tries to avoid your attack. He refuses to let go of the controller, still trying to play his game so you try harder. You know his most ticklish spots and attack them in succession. First his sides right underneath the armpits, then lightly stroking the ridges of the faint V that leads into his shorts. That's his best spot, but with all of his writhing, it quickly becomes too difficult to target potently. So you go for the easy one, his knees. You grab hold of his thighs, right above his knees and rapidly squeeze. That's all it takes for him to lose it and he drops the controller to jump on you in an attempt to fight back. He rolls over and pulls you to the side so that you're laying on the ground with him face down on top of you, protecting his knees. He digs his face into your chest as his hands try to violently tickle your sides. You two are rolling and flopping around, fingers targeting any free skin amongst the growing laughter. It is one tough tickle fight but eventually you come out ahead, leaving him catching his breath on your chest. Your hands softly roam his back, venturing to his cute little ass and finding a nice home there. He pulls himself up to your face, looks into your eyes and smiles the sweetest smile at you, still breathing loudly. The wrestling has obviously made both of you very excited and you can feel his little dick poking into your stomach. "You win..." He closes his eyes and dives down to your lips. His perfect plumpness push into yours and his sweet tasting tongue dances around your mouth. You can feel his boyish chubby cheeks, which nearly protrude past his lips, plush into your face while you kiss. You can tell that he really means it and that this is just the beginning because he raises his butt in the air to gain access to your pants, which he begins to aggressively unbutton, then unzip. You remove your hands from his ass and begin to remove his own shorts. First the button, then you trace the front of his crotch along the zipper. Once open you reach to the top of the shorts to pull them over the little mounds that flex to the touch. Because of his position with his ass in the air, the shorts slide right down to his feet, which he raises one at a time to remove the unwanted clothing. Finally he needs a breath and pulls away from your lips. He peers into you and you can see that look in his eyes, the one that you love. The one that means he wants to love and be loved, to fuck and be fucked. And once he makes that decision, there's no way to stop him...not that you ever would. He looks down between your bodies at your crotch, glances back at you to give one more kiss, then moves down your chest to your pants, which he promptly removes revealing your silk boxers and the rapidly growing bulge within them. He wastes no time and places his lips over it, sucking your dick though the thin fabric, which does nothing to stop his spit from soaking through. It feels amazing as he eagerly tongues you for no longer than half a minute before he decides he wants the real thing. His little fingers slide into the waistband then down your legs to reveal what he's been looking for. Your cock, huge by his standards slaps your belly, flinging drops of precum along your stomach and chest and a few on his face. One of his hands starts to rub it in like lotion while the other slowly jacks you off, his mouth professionally tending to your large balls. He sucks one at a time, not able to fit both in at once, but he's so good at it that you don't mind. He's a little rough and you can feel a slight pain, but it adds to the excitement. Soon he decides he wants what he came here for and dives down onto your cock. He really is the best cocksucker you've ever had. He is in sync with every feeling and sensation he brings you, knowing just how to reach the next level without taking it too far too quick. Your dick pokes out the side of his cheek, almost looking like it will tear through and his tongue glides along the length, always dancing around the sensitive head. He starts to work towards a rhythm taking in more and more each time he comes down. You caress the back of his head with one hand, guiding him along your shaft and use the other prop up your own head to enjoy the view. You watch your sweet boy pleasure your manhood with such speed and talent and you can hardly believe that he is yours. Your still swelling cock reaches the back of his throat with each suck until he shoves down, thrusting your dick deep inside. You can't help but loudly moan at the feeling and he can't help but increase speed. His lips tightly wrap your shaft, his tongue eagerly coats it with spit, and his throat glides along as much cock as it can take until his nose slams into your musky sent. Careful not to interrupt him you grab his hips and spin him around on top of you, placing his cute blue brief covered ass in your face and his little dick throbbing into your chest through the thin fabric. You reach into his waistband and pull the briefs down just enough to slide your head between his ass and the briefs, using them as a headrest. While your hands glide around his sweat drizzled back you burry your face between his legs, licking his creamy tanned thighs. Your tongue tickles his perineum making him squirm for a moment, but never disturb his sucking. Then you suck on his little hairless balls, one at a time, then both at once, taking in the whole sac. As you suck, your nose is pushed right into his tiny pucker and the intoxicating aroma begins to corrupt your mind. You pull off his balls, place your hands on the golden smooth mounds, then gently spread them apart to reveal his most sensitive spot in between. He starts to hump your chest in anticipation of what he knows is coming causing his pucker to wink at you. And that's it. You dive down between your boy's perfect cheeks that have been yearning for this. Your tongue laps around the hole but only for a moment before digging inside, past the tight ring that was supposed to stop you from entering but adds to the pleasure instead. He can't help but let out a deep moan that becomes a natural vibrator for your cock down his throat. You fuck him from both ends with your tongue reaching as deep as you can. He tastes of chorine and a little sweat but mostly of sweet boy and you can't get enough. And seemingly neither can he. He's frantically humping your chest, his pucker twitches around your tongue that's rapidly sliding in and out and his checks flex at random intervals to the pleasure he's receiving. But then he suddenly pulls off your dick, turns to sit on your chest and slides off his briefs. He's breathing heavily, but then, so are you. He slyly smiles at you with a look of innocence. But you know better. "I owe you for this morning. But where were we?" He pretends to think for a moment, crossing his arms and resting his chin on the tips of his fingers until he `remembers'. "Ah yes...you wanted to fill me." Then he inches backward, standing on his knees and hovering his ass over your throbbing cock, now covered in his spit. He grabs it, points it up, and starts to lower himself onto you. You can feel the head of your cock pushing against the ring your tongue had violated just a few seconds ago. It's warm and quickly pulsing to the beat of his tiny loving heart. He clamps his eyes shut and braces for the pain while he stops supporting his weight, letting gravity do the work for him. You gasp and he winces as the fat head of your cock pops into him and begins to slide deeper within. "You're so damn tight! Are you sure you've done this before?" But of course he has. You've been fucking him for at least a year and a half. You can remember his first time...how small and timid he was, yet excited to try something new. You had been preparing him for weeks using your fingers, starting with only one until you were able to fit all three. He was so proud when you finally popped his cherry and filled his insides with his first load of cum. And of course there's nothing quite like taking a beautiful boy's virginity, especially when he begs you to take it. And even though you've made love to him countless times, he's never been easy, each time his ass is just as tight as the time before it. He's sitting on your cock that is sliding in, but not all the way. Even lubed by his saliva, your spit and waves of oozing precum, he's too tight. You jam your hips up, shoving your manhood the rest of the way in, pounding his sweet spot within. "OOOoooh!" He throws his head back and squeals a high pitch moan. You set your ass back on the ground, with him on top like a sheath for your cock. You begin to caress his silky thighs. They are so smooth and hairless and though strong, still very soft. You kneed your hands into their warmth, slowly migrating to his waist. You let your hands slide over his little penis that is pointing straight out to your face and onto his equally smooth stomach. "I love the feeling of your dick in me! I feel so full like this is the way it's supposed to be..." He starts to move back and forth, riding you like a cute little cowboy, placing his soft gentle hands on your stomach. "Me too baby. We were made for each other." As he rides you, your dick is sliding in and out of his tight ass. Your hands stroke every inch of his body while you watch him do what he was born to do. To him, it's like an art and to you, the boy himself is God's masterpiece. You can see the ripples of each and every muscle working together under his glowing skin. His eyes are closed, focusing on the task at hand. Beads of sweat glide down his perfect body and little grunts escape his lips with each movement. His tiny nipples react to your affectionate squeezing by hardening. The head of his own little dick is prominently poking out from beneath the taught foreskin, begging for attention and glistening with precum. So of course you are more than happy to help out. You simply place your fingers in a circle around his chubby penis and let him do the work. Desperate for more he begins to hump faster, sliding his pecker in and out of your ring of fingers, consequently riding your own cock harder and faster. The feelings begin to overcome him. Faster movements mean more blood pumping, which means heavier breathing, which means louder moans...from both of you. At this rate, he'll be done in a matter of seconds and as much as you love the initiative he's shown, you feel it's time to take control. With your sweet little boy still impaled on your throbbing cock you sit up and embrace warningly with a loving kiss. "Let's take this to the bed." Caught up in the intoxicating feelings of his near orgasm he is half dazed and still breathing heavily. "I'd like that." He wraps his arms and legs around you like earlier this morning and you carry him to his bed making sure to never slide out of his heavenly hole. You lay him on his back, give him another loving kiss and then throw his legs over your shoulders. Your arms are at his sides and you're dominantly hovering over him staring into his eyes, and he into yours. "You're not going to pound my ass are you?" "Well I was kinda thinking about it." "But I'm just a cute little boy." He sure knows how to taunt you, trying to look innocent. But with him lying naked under you while playing with his rock hard boner it's hardly convincing. " But I thought all cute little boys loved to take my cock." " Yeah but only if you do it really hard. Like as hard as you can. I mean, I don't want you to be afraid you're going to hurt me. I can take it." "Alright...I'm sure that won't be a prob-" "Aaaand...you have to cum inside of me. I like to feel it warm my insides." " Hump hard and fill you up. Got it." You slowly pull out all the way to the tip, getting ready to thrust. "Ok good. Now please...pound my ass really hard. I want you to make me scream!" "You asked for it!" You immediately slam your cock deep into his wanting ass and begin fucking the sweet young boy underneath you with reckless abandon. The sudden thrust shoves his powerless body into the bed and he lets out a cry of painful pleasure only urging you further. The room fills with the sounds of youthful cries, whimpers and moans, your dominating grunts, the squeaky twin bed and the rapid slaps of your balls against his firm ass. It's an all too familiar soundtrack that you never grow tired of. The force of your thrusts constantly push him away from you and so you grab onto his thighs to hold him firmly in place while you violate his secret place. He's locked in his position whether he likes it or not, forced to take your fucking until you are done. But of course that's not a problem. You're rock hard cock is sliding in and out faster and faster and he's loving every inch you give him. You work like a team and each time you pull back, he clenches hard around your dick, heightening the sensations for both of you. "Oh oh ooohhh!" He's so young his voice hasn't even begun to change yet and each sound he makes carries a youthful innocence that turns you on even more. Your cock, now at full length glides past his constricting shoot, relentlessly plowing into his prostate with a powerful force. But apparently not powerful enough for him. "I said...ugh...do me as...ugh...hard as you...ugh...can!" He can hardly speak fluently, his speech broken up by an involuntary grunt each time you slam into him. But you heard him loud and clear. You lie down on top of him, his cute little dick pressed firmly between your stomachs and his legs fall down around your sides. You never stop humping, constantly grinding his penis towards orgasm between you. You move in for a long deep kiss then break it to slowly lick along his tasty neck up to his tiny ear where you quietly whisper to him between his whimpers. "You got it buddy bear." You sit up, grab his thighs and once again pull him against you. He wraps his legs around your back, locking at the ankles to help pull you in. Then you begin the final assault. You grab his ass, forcing his cheeks open wider to let your cock reach even further inside. You're rapidly slamming into his prostate, each time harder and deeper. He's moaning, clenching the sheets as tight as his little hands can manage, nearly tearing holes with his nails. As you fuck your boy, his body bounces into the bed like a ragdoll under your control. You can feel his tightness clenching you as your huge cock slides in and out all the way to the hard button deep inside. "Oh god I'm gonna cum!" His cries out the inevitable, exciting you to a new speed. The slapping of his ass into your hips gets louder and more frequent. His chest is heaving up and down, his mouth gaping open to let oxygen in and moans out. Then suddenly his eyes burst open and roll in the back of his head as he lets out a final high-pitched boyish cry. His back arches off the bed, his balls draw up into him and his little dick spasms and shoots a single stream of watery cum out onto his stomach, followed by creamy dribbles. His tight ass clenches even tighter around your manhood as you continue to ram into him, nearly bringing you to your own orgasm. But not quite. "Please don't stop! Fill my ass! PLEASE!" His own orgasm hardly seems to faze him. A few tears stream down his cheeks and he looks straight into your eyes as he begs. You slide your finger along his stomach to collect his cum then suck on his offering. It tastes salty and sweet, as always. Then you rub the rest into his stomach muscles making them shine. The heavenly taste of your little boy's cum and the sound of his desperate pleas send you barreling towards the edge as you fuck his hot ass with all you have left. You can feel your own cum boiling up and cry out. With one final thrust you pound into his velvet button, pinning him against his rocket ship bed sheets as you unload shot after shot of hot, thick cum into his bowels. With each string an enchanting wave pulses throughout your body and into his. Echoes of your final groans subside and your body loses all strength. So as not to crush his little body you roll over with one last motion, pulling him on top of you. You lie there on his bed in near silence. Only your breaths are heard. His limp body swells on yours and your tired cock slowly starts to shrink inside of him until it pops out, your cum out oozing with it. Your hands are wrapped around him, almost stuck to the sweat of his back, holding him tightly to let the world know he is yours. You open your eyes and stare down at the sweet naked boy lying on top of you. His hair is damp from sweat as you caress it. You guide your other hand to lightly stroke his smooth back with your fingertips. "How was that baby?" Without moving he let's out a small noise to suggest he loved it, and that he's completely worn out. You haven't fucked him that hard for over a week and you too are ready for a good rest. But you've made a mess. "I think we should hop in the shower real quick. What do you say little buddy?" His head slowly nods without looking up, rubbing against your chest. You kiss the top of his head and sit up, holding him in your arms. You carry him to the shower, stand him next to you and turn on the water. The sudden burst of cold liquid startles him awake with a gasp before quickly reaching a more comfortable temperature. "Sorry about that." You chuckle at him. He grabs the shampoo bottle and squeezes it at you in retaliation, shooting sweet smelling bubbles in your direction, then giggles. You grab shower gel and squirt a good amount all over his chest and begin to rub it in. Almost immediately his amazing youth takes control and his little dick begins to harden again. Your hands glide all around his boyish frame rubbing in the soap, along each ripple of every muscle and down both legs to each tiny toe. "Guess who I am." You continue to massage his body but look at his face in response. "Oh oh...buddy bear...oh...you're so tight...oh OOOHH!" Then he squeezes the bottle really hard, squirting shampoo all over your face and chest, laughing out loud. "You think that's funny? Well guess who I am... So there's this alien ship...and crazy explosions and...booom and you can shoot down the mothership and..." He continues to adorably giggle and you can't help but laugh with him. Then you get back to lathering him up, making your way to his firm ass then around to his cute cock when he gasps. He doesn't even say anything, because the puppy dog look he gives you says it all. So you get down on your knees, push him against the wall and go down on his pulsing boyhood. It's amazing how horny little boys can be. He doesn't last long and after three minutes of whimpers bouncing around the bathroom walls, your hands roaming his smooth wet body and your tongue violently sucking, he releases a small dose of his amazing homemade juice. "You're so cute." He blushes and you kiss his forehead. You rustle his hair, turn off the water, grab a towel and dry both of you off. It's a little early for bed but the sun has nearly gone down and you are both exhausted so you pick him up and lovingly kiss him all the way to your clean bed. You softly lay your sweet boy down, turn off the lights and climb in next to him. He's already half asleep as you nestle up close to him, spooning him from behind. The naked warmth of your bodies and his smooth skin along yours is a calming comfort. What an amazing boy. You love him with all your heart, mind, and soul. And you know there's nowhere he'd rather be then with you, right here, right now. He is your sole purpose for living and without him you'd be lost. He is so cute, so sweet and so perfect that you know there is no other boy to compare him to. And so you lie with him, thankful to know that you have him, and he has you. "Goodnight buddy bear...I love you." "Love you...too..." His voice is faint and he comfortably snuggles his butt into your crotch. Your arm blankets over him, holding him and never letting go. You begin to drift off in his clean boyish sent and all consciousness slides from your mind to the quiet sounds of his soft breath. You slowly wake in the morning, your numbed mind beginning to start up again. You feel something soft in your arms and squeeze. But what you hold is not a boy, but a plush pillow. You anxiously open your eyes and see an empty bed. Two rays of light shine through the curtains at a spot where the boy should lie but instead find nothing. Your mind starts to fear that maybe he never was there. The thought of living with and loving a boy as perfect as him sounds far too good to be true. And perhaps it is. Maybe he truly is just the boy of your dreams. And all you have to do is to close your eyes and drift to a gentle sleep to see him again...to hold him, to kiss him and to love him again. A deep pit forms in your stomach as sadness starts to creep upon you. You roll over, away from what should be your boy's spot, afraid to see its emptiness. "Oh good, you're awake." Your heart jumps and your eyes dart toward the doorway to find the cutest most perfect boy not only of your dreams, but of your reality, wearing nothing but a sweet boyish grin. He steps toward you, holding a tray. "I made you breakfast...pancakes." You eye him lovingly, yet with some skepticism and then see the misshapen, what he called, pancakes. He looks back a little embarrassed. "But I'd stay out of the kitchen if I were you, at least for now." The End handittome@live.com I hope you liked `your' story. But whether you did or not I'd love to hear any comments you have. And please feel free to send pictures of your own buddy bear as long as they're legal. If you liked my writing then feel free to check out my other stories. Neither is finished and both are in the Young Friends category. I would like to finish them in the future but we'll see. "Vendor Boy" -- boys both age 12 http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/vendor-boy/ "Lover Boy" -- boys age 7 and 9 http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/lover-boy