Date: Thu, 20 Sep 2001 15:04:00 EDT
From: CB
Subject: The Game

My neighbor Frank knocked on my door just as I was finishing the dinner
dishes. It was late, but we're good enough friends that I know he won't
bother me unless it's important. His face was grave as I invited him into
the house. He sat down and took a deep breath.
     Frank told me that his wife Alison's elderly mother had been in a
serious car accident in New Mexico. She had stablized, but they wanted to
go down and see her immediately. They had a five year-old son, Marco, who
they felt shouldn't have to go through the whole thing up close. Better
that he stay out of the drama and hospital visits and such. I agreed.
     I told him without hesitation that I could take care of Marco for
him. The weekend was coming, and I could schedule to work from home at
least a day or two the upcoming week. Frank thanked me and told me that
they would try to be back home by Tuesday night.

     An hour later, I showed up at Frank and Alison's house to find them
lining up suitcases by the front door. I scooped up little Marco in my arms
and talked with him about his grandmother. He knew she had an accident in a
vague sense of the word, and that his mother wanted to be there. His
parents hugged and kissed him, then they climbed into their Volvo and sped
away. I held the child, who waved at the disappearing car lights.
     I told Marco that we were going to have a lot of fun because with his
parents gone, we had two houses to use. One house to watch tv and eat, one
house to shower and read books and sleep. He seemed to like that idea,
giggling with excitement.

     We ended up spending much of the evening lying on my couch, stuffed
with sandwiches and ice cream. We had watched his favorite video twice in a
row, and I thought it was about time for him to sleep. But when I picked
him up he got agitated again, the sugar making him wired.
     I asked Marco what he wanted to do. He said sometimes his dad gave him
a bath before bed. Easy enough. I took him up to the bathroom and ran a
warm bath while he told me all about school. I undressed him and listened
to his stories with interest, noting how much he looked like a little man
even at his young age. His face was dark and handsome like his father's,
Italian or French, I wasn't sure. Shiny black hair and eyes like little
glowing emeralds.
     His tiny chest was decorated with two tiny nipples and a belly button
that still stuck out. His butt was soft and perfectly round. Pulling down
his underwear, I could smell urine and a sweet, powery scent. His penis was
just a little protruding piece of flesh, a modest circumcised member with a
pair of miniature testicles.
     His genitals were beautiful in their perfection, like sculpture. Marco
was free of blemish, hair, his skin soft under my fingers as I helped him
into the tub. He got in and stared at me. Finally he told me with a touch
of disappointment that his dad is usually there to bathe with him.
     For a moment I was not sure what to say. He kept looking at me and I
took my clothes off, feeling very modest. I got in the tub with him. There
were no toys for him to play with like at his home. He stared at my body.
The hair on my chest and stomach.
     Marco spread out in the water, pretending to swim, though the tub was
too small. His thin frame rubbed against me in the water and my dick
started to stiffen. There were bubbles in the water so I hoped he wouldn't
notice.
     Tiring of the swimming game, he sat up again. My erection was poking
straight up, unmistakeable. I wasn't sure what to do and prayed that the
boy didn't notice.
     Marco saw it. He was fascinated. Wanted to know what it was.
     I told him that it was a man thing, and that one day he'd be able to
do the same thing. That it could happen too at random.
     Marco peered at my boner, which throbbed harder the more he stared. He
reached out a hand for it and lightly touched the head, causing my body to
shiver. I stopped him. He looked at me silently. I asked him if he'd like
to play a game. He said yes.
     I sat on the edge of the tub. Marco sat in my lap. We rubbed soap and
bubbles between his legs until they were slippery. I slid my cock between
his soft little boy thighs and shuddered with deep pleasure.
     I told him that he had to try to keep my thing from getting away, and
that he should try tightening his thighs and grabbing it with his hands. I
told him that if he won, a very special thing would happen and he'd know it
when he saw it.
     He lathered up and reached for my cock. I slipped it out from between
his thighs, eluding his tiny hands. He laughed, enjoying the challenge of
grabbing my dick.
     I was mad with pleasure from fucking the little boy's thighs. My cock
slid back and forth across his delicious skin. I placed kisses along his
neck, behind his ears, making him giggle. I tweaked his nipples.
     I let him grab at my raging boner, his tiny soapy fingers twisting
around the purple mushroom head of my dick. I sucked on his earlobe,
putting a tongue in his ear while the rhythm of my thrusts got more and
more intense. I started heaving and moaning as a tide rose in my balls and
hot semen shot into Marco's face. I spurted five, six, seven times. Enough
to cover his face and torso.
     Once I regained my breath, I looked down at his sperm-covered little
body. I rubbed it into his mouth, then kissed him deeply. I pulled away. He
smiled at me.
     I told him that he'd won the game.