Date: Sun, 16 Jun 2019 14:56:53 +0000 (UTC) From: John Subject: The Boy on the Wild Mouse Coaster The Boy on the Wild Mouse Coaster Warning: The following story is a work of fiction. It never happened, except in the author's imagination. This story implies that sex may have eventually happened between a teenage boy and a young man. However, the author does not encourage or condone sex between adults and little children. If you are underage, or this is illegal where you are, you already know what you're supposed to do. Delete this file and find something else to wank off to. If this kind of story turns you off, delete this file and find something else to read. If you're looking for a story that has someone having sex in every other sentence, this one is not it. Copyright AmateurishWriter 2019 - The author retains the copyright for this story. Reproducing and/or placing this story on a commercial web site or in print without the authors permission is a violation of that copyright. The use of any character in this story, or any facsimile thereof, is strictly forbidden and a violation of the copyright. Comments to AmateurishWriter@yahoo.com, pro and con and of a constructive nature, will be gratefully received and acknowledged, if possible. Flamers will be ignored. *********************** Please consider helping Nifty with a secure contribution. The Nifty Archive Alliance has been determined to be a 501(c)3 tax-exempt organization by the U.S. Internal Revenue Service. All contributions are tax deductible to the full extent allowed by lay - no tangible goods or services are received in exchange for your donation. *********************** *********************** Author's Note: To be completely honest, there really was a Wild Mouse Coaster back in 1965. While the amusement park is still there, the Coaster is gone. *********************** The Boy On The Wild Mouse Coaster It was the summer of 1965 and I was going back to my college for summer school. My landlady, from the last semester, had graciously agreed to my continuing to stay in her spare bedroom like I did last semester, only this summer, instead of paying rent, I would be painting some rooms in the house and looking after her 13, soon to be 14, year old son, Eddie, while she was at work. Her part time work hours, my schedule of just 2 courses, and Eddie's baseball day camp schedule worked out so that I could keep an eye on him when he was at home and not at camp. Over the previous semester the lad and I had gotten along well and we'd become very attached. His father, an absentee father, was working overseas and, frankly, had a problem with alcohol. He visited once a year and never showed any caring for the boy, only begrudgingly sending child support. Eddie was starved for affection and, the few times a week when I'd come downstairs in the evening to watch a TV show, he would sit next to me on the couch and snuggle up close, pulling my arm around his shoulders to cuddle. I enjoyed this very much and really did care for him a lot. His Mom would sit in the far end the living room, drink her three 16 ounce beers and say how cute it was that the boy loved to snuggle with me. I always had to wear my shirt untucked to hide my very hard erections the boy's closeness would cause. At the time I was a 21 year old, 6 foot, 200 pound, blond, blue eyed college kid who just adored cute boys from 12 to 16. Eddie was a stocky 4 foot 10 inch, 100 pound, olive skinned, brown haired, brown eyed lad of Italian descent, who desperately needed a male influence in his life and he had chosen me to be that man. During the spring semester my roommate and I had spent many extra hours trying very hard to study and get good grades. So, we didn't see much of Eddie and his Mom during the week. Every Friday afternoon my roommate went home for the weekend but I stayed at school studying to make up for a couple of previously failed courses. On Friday and Saturday nights Eddie decided that he wanted to do "sleep-overs" in my roommate's bed, since he wasn't there. About half way through the semester, one Friday night Eddie had snuck into my bed and, in the morning, I woke up to find him snuggled up to me. In the middle of the next night I was awakened as Eddie was climbing into my bed again. "Hey bud, what's the matter?" I asked with a yawn. "I was lonely and it felt nice sleeping with you last night," he quietly explained and snuggled up to my left side. I suddenly realized that I was getting hard and was concerned that he wouldn't understand. So, I quickly rolled over onto my right side to face away from the boy. He just snuggled up behind me, wrapped his left arm around me and dozed off with a contented sigh. It took me forever to fall asleep as I was very turned on. This became a Friday and Saturday night routine over the remaining weeks of the semester, only some nights I wouldn't wake up when he got into bed with me. Sometimes I would wake up later on my left side and we'd be spooned together with my arms around him and my hard cock warmly nestled along the crack of his soft round bum. Fortunately we were both wearing pajamas. Other times I'd awake on my back with Eddie snuggled up to my left side, his arm around my chest and his left leg lying across my lap with my hardon under his knee. I had no idea if he could tell I was hard but, in any event, I had to slowly roll to face away from him. He never did say anything to let on that he knew I was hard. When the semester was over, my roommate and I both went home and two weeks later I returned alone for the summer semester. Eddie promptly and excitedly announced that he would sleep every night in my former roommate's bed, as I had no roommate for the summer. Outwardly, but with mixed emotions because his coming into my bed turned me on, I groaned. "What's the matter John," Eddie asked. "It'll be fun! A sleep-over every night." His mother laughed and explained, "That's all the boy has been talking about since you went home John." "Well Eddie, it's okay but you know," I warned. "I'll have to be studying a lot to make up these two courses and will need my sleep. No late night chit chat." "If he bothers you John," the lad's mother said, "he can just go back to sleeping in his own room." "Aww Mom," Eddie whined. "Okay," I said. "We'll see how it goes." Now, since my classes didn't start for a couple days, I suggested that we go to the beach in the next town over where there was an amusement park with rides. Eddie's mom had to work but would drop us off just after breakfast and come over in the early afternoon to pick us up. We had a blast playing arcade games and going on the rides. There was just one left that we hadn't been on and that Eddie apparently was a little afraid of. It was called the Wild Mouse Coaster. This thing was wild indeed and I have to admit, it did make me nervous too. It was very fast with long ups, steep long downs and wild sudden twists and turns, some of them very sharp. It was of all metal construction, no wood like older roller coasters. There were no side rails outside the tracks, so there was nothing between the rider and a long drop except the thin metal side of the car. Oh, and the cars? They were tiny. No bigger than a go-cart with a front, back and sides. The inside was barely big enough for 2 kids, much less a kid and an adult. You had to sit one snug against the back metal wall and the other between that person's legs and tightly squeezed in, back to front. Just as we were looking at the short line for the ride, Eddie's mom arrived and called to us. "Hi mom!" Eddie excitedly yelled. "I got just one more ride to go on." I was secretly pleased that he said "I" instead of "we." As his mom caught up to us she looked up at the ride as the cars whizzed up and down the hills and jerked around the sharp turns. "Oh Eddie, I don't know," she slowly said. "That looks awfully dangerous to me." "Oh, that's okay mom!" The boy claimed. "John will make sure I don't fall out." "I'll what?!" I exclaimed. "I'm too big to go on that and besides, it scares the crap out of me ... oh, excuse my language." "Well, that settles it then," Eddie's mom declared. "Let's go. I have to go back to work this afternoon." "Aww mom. I see the man running it over there, I'll run and ask if John's too big." And he ran over to the man before his mother could stop him. My heart sank as I saw the man shake his head and laugh. Then he waved us over to get in line. That's when I knew I was in trouble as Eddie's mom said, "Okay, if John goes with you and holds onto you, then you can go." I really was a bit scared of the crazy ride, wild was a good word to describe it. Too soon for me it was our turn to squeeze into a car. It was a bright red and yellow thing that looked vaguely like a miniature MINI Cooper with a mouse head front, no roof or windshield and the back and sides that only came halfway up my side. I sat down in the back and Eddie sat down right in front of me between my legs and sliding back snugly up against me. Then he pulled my arms around him and waved to his mom. It started like any roller coaster by going up a long hill, wiggling, shaking, and bouncing all the way. By the time we were nearing the top I had a full blown hardon as I could feel Eddie's bum and back pressing and rubbing against me down there. And, with my arms around him hugging him to me, it was very arousing. And, it was painful. I had to reach down, squeezing my hand between us, and adjust my cock into a more comfortable position. Just as I did, the little bugger turned to look at me with what seemed to be a knowing grin. The ride was only about 2 minutes but it seemed to go on forever. I was very afraid that I'd cum in my pants at any moment. I'm sure I would have if it had been much longer. Just as we arrived back at the platform, Eddie held up the last of his tickets and yelled to the attendant, "Do I have enough tickets so we can go again?" Thankfully the attendant yelled back, "sorry kid, you have to get back in line to go again." I sighed a great sigh of relief as I pulled my shirt tails out to cover my obvious hardon so he and his mom wouldn't see the wet spot by the top of my zipper. And thank goodness we found we didn't have enough tickets left to go again anyhow. "Well, I'm glad that's over," the boy's mom declared. "Oh man! That was a blast! I was really excited." Eddie said nearly shouting. "And I could tell that John was really excited too." "Scared to death is more like it," I said as I groaned inside. Little did he know, or did he? I couldn't wait to get home and into the bathroom to jerk off. Eddie's mom dropped us off back at the house and explained that someone called in sick so she'd have to go back to work for the afternoon and she would't be home until 5. When we went inside, Eddie turned on the TV to a baseball game. I came in and sat down on my usual spot on the sofa, the urge to jerk off having given way to just being tired from a very active morning. Then Eddie came over to me and tried to sit on my lap. "What are you doing?" I asked in surprise. "Awww," he moaned. "I just want to snuggle on your lap." "Why not snuggle like you usually do?" I asked. "Awww c'mon," he pleaded. "It'll be better." With that the boy surprised me and backed in, plopping himself down on my lap. Then, when I reached to lift him off, he grabbed my arms, pulled them around him and leaned back with a satisfied sigh. "Eddie," I sighed. "This isn't a good idea." "Why?" he chuckled. "I like this better than sitting next to you. Besides, I know you liked sitting like this on the coaster ride." Rather than arguing and making a big deal of it, I relaxed and I could feel the boy relax too and almost melt back into me. It wasn't long before I was uncomfortably hard again with my dick in a difficult position. "Eddie, could you turn the sound up a little?" I asked in the hopes he'd get up and I could adjust the position of my cock. (Remember guys, no remote controls back then.) "Awww," he whined. "I just got comfy." "Please?" I almost groaned in pain. "You can come back and get comfy again." He reluctantly got up and before he could look back, I shifted my cock, nearly sighing out loud in relief. He increased the volume a little and returned to sit on my lap again. "Is it better now?" he asked. "Huh?" I wondered what he meant. "The volume," he giggled. "Is it better now?" "Oh," I sighed with relief. "Yeah, it's great. Thanks." He squirmed a little and I felt my cock throb as his soft buns moved against it. I ran my hands up and down his arms and he shifted again, this time so my hardon settled into the crevice between his buns. I was very turned on at this point and hoped he wouldn't move much more or I'd need to go change my shorts. "You comfy now Eddie?" "Mmmmmmm, yeah, this is nice." He whispered. "You?" "I'm happy if you are." "Awwwww," he sighed. "I always feel good when we snuggle like this. It's nice like this too, when I climb in bed with you at night." "Oh? I thought you came into my bed because of bad dreams." I half teased. "Nah. It's `cause it feels good. I mean it feels safe too, but mostly `cause it feels good and `cause I love you with all my heart." "I love you too Eddie," I said almost automatically, but I did mean it. "With all your heart?" he asked. I chuckled, "Yes sweetie, with all my heart." "Good," he looked back at me and sighed, "Well, I really do like feeling good with you." Wow, I thought. Was he telling me something or just showing his innocence? We sat quietly for a while watching the game. Every once in a while there'd be a close play and I could feel Eddie wiggle a little with the tension of the play. That would make my dick throb and Eddie would giggle. I wondered if he was giggling at my hardon throbbing but, of course, I didn't ask. After a few innings of the ball game I needed to use the bathroom. "Eddie, I gotta pee." "Me too," he sighed and got up. When he turned to head towards the back bathroom, I thought I noticed a bulge in his pants that looked like he might have had a hardon too. I went to the upstairs bathroom and had to wait for my cock to deflate before I could drain my bladder. My shorts were definitely soaked with precum but thankfully my still untucked shirt tails hid the small damp spot on my chinos. However, I wasn't sure how much of this I could take without getting my rocks off. I thought about locking the door and jerking off but heard the toilet flush downstairs and thought better of it. I was sure Eddie would come looking for me if I took any longer. I flushed, quickly washed my hands and, as I came down the stairs, I adjusted myself so that when I sat down, if the boy sat on my lap again, my cock would be in a comfortable position. Then I thought to myself, what are you doing? Are you going to eventually get it on with this boy or resist the temptation? When I got to the living room Eddie was waiting on the sofa. When I came to sit, he got up and waited until I was settled and then he nestled himself onto my lap again, sitting gently right on top of my already half hard cock. This time I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my hands on his lower belly. I could feel it rise and fall with his breathing. As my cock reached its full hardness, the boy wiggled his butt until it was nestled in between his cheeks. Eddie sighed contentedly and I could tell his breathing was a little deeper and faster. I tried to think of a reason to move a hand so that I might possibly bump into a bulge in his pants, if there was one. Instead I moved my head so my cheek rubbed the back of his head and he responded by tilting his head back to increase the contact. "Mmmmmm," I sighed. "What?" he whispered back. "I guess I do like cuddling with you Eddie." I answered. "I can tell," he said with a little giggle. I didn't dare ask how but gave him a squeeze with my arms and my hands on his belly. When I relaxed the hug I let my right hand slide down on his lap. I felt a bulge on the back of my hand and a little throb along with a gentle silent gasp from the boy. He was every bit as turned on as I was. Just then we both heard a car door slam in the driveway and Eddie jumped up and went to the window. "Mom's home early," he said and turned back to sit down beside me instead of on my lap. Just like he asked me not to tell his mom that he climbed into my bed at night, he didn't want her to see that he liked to sit on my lap. That night at his bed time, which Eddie's mom insisted be no later than 10 o'clock, Eddie reluctantly went up to change into his pajamas. Then he came down to say goodnight. He came over to me for a hug and asked, "When are you coming to bed?" I chuckled to myself at his choice of words. He didn't say going to bed but coming to bed, like coming to his bed, our bed. "I'm going to get a head start on my World Lit text book," I answered. "So, I'll read on the porch for a while until I get sleepy. You sleep well kiddo." "Awwww, I'll miss you," he whined. "Awwww, that's so cute," Eddie's mom laughed as she took another slug of her beer. Eddie groaned but went over to give her a good night kiss. "Eddie!" she exclaimed. "Why don't you have your underwear on?" "Gosh mom," he tried to explain. "It's too hot to wear `em." I expected her to insist that he put them on but, as she was well into her second 16 ouncer, I guessed she didn't feel like fussing. "Okay, I guess," she relented. "It is pretty warm but don't make it a habit Edward." I chuckled to myself as she always called him by his full first name as a warning. As the boy headed upstairs I followed him up to get my World Lit book. I grabbed the book and started for the door when I noticed that Eddie had pulled off his pajama top. "You really think it's that warm Eddie?" I asked. "Yeah. This is the way I sleep every summer but I've kept it a secret `cause I knew she wouldn't like it. I didn't think she'd notice that I didn't have my underwear on." "Well, I guess it would be cooler." I agreed. "Yeah. Why don't you try it too?" He enthusiastically suggested. "Maybe," I replied noncommittally. I looked at the boy standing there half naked. His summer pajama bottoms were very thin loose cotton shorts with an elastic waistband. His naked chest, which I'd not seen before, was smooth, hairless, and he still had a bit of a little boy belly. I began to feel the beginnings of arousal and decided to make a break for it before he saw I was getting a hardon. "See you in the morning kiddo," I babbled. "Sleep well." Then I headed down to the porch to study. As I passed through the living room, I saw that Eddie's mom was on her third beer and nodding. I turned on the light on the porch, sat in one of the wicker easy chairs and cracked my new text book for the first time. I did try hard to get into it but the image of a nearly naked Eddie kept coming into my mind. I began to imagine him climbing into my bed, snuggling up to my left side and draping his left leg over me like he does. I imagined his naked chest against me and in that image I had no top on either. I thought how thin his pajama shorts were and that I would be able to feel his hard boy cock even better as it pressed against my hip. Then I imagined, with my arm around him, running my hand down his side and over his hip to the round softness of his butt. I closed my book and shivered with these lustful thoughts. Then I came to the conclusion that I was never going to get into a studying frame of mind. So, I sat there for a while enjoying the fantasy. Eventually I came to realize that, if the boy kept getting in my bed, I'd not be able to restrain myself and wondered what to do. Then I thought back to the coaster ride, his later sitting on my lap while we watched TV, and a couple of the comments that he'd made. I was sure that he could feel my hardon and I did believe that he got one too. Maybe he wanted something to happen. I looked at my watch and saw that it was close to 11 o'clock. Tomorrow was to be a busy day as I had to check in and confirm my classes. Then I had to seriously try to get into my two textbooks while Eddie was still at camp. Once he got back home I'd be busy keeping an eye on him until his mom got home from work. So, I headed up to bed. The boy's mom was just finishing up her last beer as I said goodnight and climbed up to my room. Or should I say our room, Eddie's and my room. When I came in the lights were all off except for the one on my night table. I gently closed the door so as not to wake the boy. I grabbed my wash kit and went back out to the bathroom. When I was done I quietly returned and, again, gently closed the door. Then, with my back to Eddie's bed, I changed into my pajamas. They were thin like his and the pants were shorts like his as well. I never wore underwear under my pajamas anyhow but thought about not wearing the top like the boy had suggested. I wondered if there was more to that suggestion but kept the top on anyhow and slid under the sheet without a blanket. Both windows were open and a soft breeze was stirring the curtains. It was just minutes before I drifted off. I don't know what time it was but I was dreaming that something was poking into my lower back. As I slowly awoke I realized that Eddie had climbed into my bed and was snuggled up behind me. His left arm was over me and he had slipped it up under my pajama shirt. I moved my hand so it rested on top of his under my shirt and sighed. "You awake?" he whispered. "Yes," I whispered back. "You kept your shirt on," he observed. "Yes," I replied wondering where this would go. He didn't say anything but slowly removed his hand from under my shirt. After a few moments he started to move his hand around and I realized that he was unbuttoning my shirt. "What are you doing Eddie?" I said. "Shhhhh, whisper!" he whispered with urgency. "Mom might hear." "Okay," I whispered back with a giggle. "But, what are you doing?" "Helping you get your shirt off," he stated what was now obvious as he pulled at the now unbuttoned cloth. "It'll be better." "What'll be better?" I asked. "Our snuggling and feeling good." "Oh." I tried to sit up and help him get my shirt the rest of the way off. When it was all the way off and tossed on the floor beside the bed, I lay on my back and the boy snuggled up to my left side and slid his left leg over mine and down between my legs. Like my earlier fantasy, I had my left arm around him and my hand lay on his side. However, I didn't slide it down over his cute butt, though I desperately wanted too. I could feel his hard boy cock against my hip and whispered with a chuckle, "well, I guess I know what was poking me in the back." He giggled, "yeah, just like your boner was poking me on the coaster ride and when I was sitting on your lap on the couch." There. The cat was out of the bag. "I'm sorry," I whispered an apology. "I couldn't help it." "That's okay," he said with another little giggle. "It made me get one too." "Oh," I lamely replied, wondering again where this was going. He slowly and gently slid his leg up so his knee slid up over my balls and rested on my hardon. "You have one now too," he declared, turning his head to grin at me in the dim light. I slid my hand down along his hip and over his left butt cheek, gently cupping it. He sighed and slid his hand further across my chest and snuggled closer. I wondered what would happen over the next nine weeks of my summer semester and found that I was very excited to find out ... But, that we will just have to leave to your imagination.