Date: Mon, 26 May 2003 00:34:29 +0000 From: Devin Baron Subject: THIS CHARMING BOY (m/b, oral, anal) [1/3] *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* This is a work of FICTION for ADULTS only. Do NOT read this if you are under 18 or if you are not an adult according to the laws of your State or Country. Do NOT read this if you are easily offended or if you are not interested in fantasies involving young boys. This file contains sexually EXPLICIT material. The author does not condone any of the acts in this file. This story was not written to advocate sexual activity with minors. Agatha Christie wrote about murderers all her life. She was not a criminal. Please support free speech and stop censorship. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* (man/boy, oral, anal) "'cause it don't bleed and it don't breathe. It's locked its jaws and now it's swallowing. It's in our heart. It's in our head. It's in our love. Baby it's in our bed. Tonight I go to hell. For what I've done to you. This ain't about regret. It's when I tell the truth." - AW THIS CHARMING BOY by DEBONAIR PART 1 of 3 Uncle Bob, that's how he called me at first. I was uncomfortable being referred to as an uncle, since I was only nineteen and he wasn't my nephew. In my mind, uncles were burly old men who drank too much and tickled you at Christmas. Every time the dreaded words came out of his mouth, I corrected him, "Robert, just Robert.". But the ten-year-old imp continued with the uncle Bob, taunting me, knowing it made me uneasy. The boy's nagging was really the least of my worries. I had more important things to deal with, like trying to keep my mood upbeat living in the new environment. I had left all my mates behind and broke up with my boyfriend to come to the big city and attend the University. All those sacrifices were weighing heavily on my spirit. The apartment where I rented a room was a cozy luminous place. The decoration reflected very much the personality of Angela, a mix of Hindu, hippie and modern comfort. There were no doors in that pad, not even for the bathroom. Only curtains of beads on strings dangling in the doorframes that went cling cling when you walked through them. As a result, I was forced to abandon any hope of privacy and learned to share my life openly with the mother and son. Angela was a friend of a friend of my mother. She was a bright woman in her early thirties, with long blond hair and a brutally honest face. My folks split the rent with her. In turn, I got a room, meals and babysat for her brat, Tyler, while she worked evenings trading currencies on the money markets for a big firm. The first few days in that bohemian space were rather uneventful. I studied hard, my nose in the books. They studied me, scrutinizing my every move as if I was an alien. I tried to make myself invisible to the mother and son, afraid she would kick me out if I occupied too much room. "It's Sunday. You can take a break, Robert.", Angela suggested, "Are you gonna spend the next three years cloistered in your room?" It seemed reasonable. I decided to slack off and relax in front of the television with them. Tyler was resting, his head on her ample bosom, clad in his whitties, looking like an infant in his mother's arms. The youngster was a pretty creature, golden blond like her, slightly undersized for ten-years-old but with great big gray brazen eyes. He noticed I was examining him and I deflected my stare a while, until he concentrated on the TV set again. Pursuing my examination, I let my eyes wander from his bare feet, along his smooth white legs to his girlish waist. Then over to his chest where his pink titties were hard. I was jealous of his boyish frailty, suddenly awashed with memories of my own carefree childhood. There were guys who told me that I was a handsome guy with my silky black hair and piercing blues eyes. I did not let it go to my head. I was an adult now, albeit still cursed with the gangly limbs of my teenage years, a man whose charm couldn't possibly be compared to that of a young boy with natural cuteness. "Mum, he's looking at me." Tyler whined. "You better get used to it, honey. Robert's gonna be here for a good while." his mother replied flatly, absorbed in the inane sitcom. She reached for a joint on the coffee table and lit up, inhaling the first puff loudly. "Want some?" she asked, turning to me. "No, I don't smoke that." "You're so old-fashioned for a kid of nineteen. Come on live a little." I couldn't believe she was smoking pot right in front of her son and coaxing me to join her. "I'll pass." I refused again. "Look at you, all stiff and sitting straight. Let it slide. Take your shoes off. Hell, you can go naked if you want." she said. Tyler chuckled at the last remark. I removed my sneakers, wondering if she was flirting. The loose atmosphere wasn't something I was accustomed to. For an instant, it seemed like I was in 1973 and we were about to sing Lennon songs. "I was reared in a strict christian family," Angela began to recite. "My dad was a disciplinarian. He never let me do anything that I liked and made up draconian rules. I sure as hell won't raise Tyler like that." she stated strongly. "And he won't be screwed up because of it, uh baby?" she murmured. "Are you a good boy?" "Yes, mommy." the blond child chimed, puckering his lips to accept her loving kiss. The young woman's plea was fascinating. I could not tell if she was bluffing or exaggerating to make me feel welcomed. But a load had been lifted off my shoulders. Perhaps, she was really the type of cool mom every kid dreamed of? Later that night, Tyler crept into my room and climbed on the bed with me. He had been standoffish ever since I'd arrived. Seeing him lounge next to me was perplexing. "Ehm, is there something wrong with your mattress?" I inquired. "I wanna sleep with you." he peeped, wrapping himself around my trunk. "Guess it's okay." I said, uncertain. "It's okay." he insisted, nodding repeatedly. The boy's clean fruity aroma was delightful in my sinuses. The older lads who had shared my bed reeked of sex and alcohol. Tyler assuredly had many years to live before his pores started to exude those horrible scents. I hugged him tightly, pressing his warm little body against mine. He nodded off quickly, drooling on my nipple. I figured that this was his way of expressing his hospitality. After all, kids only have smiles and giggles to give. He was without a doubt the most beautiful male specimen to ever sleep with me. My dick twitched alive as I compressed his firm buns, nicely packed in the fabric of his underwear. I felt silly getting a hard-on from touching the pre-teen rascal, thinking it was overdue that I found a way to jack-off unseen from the omnipresent duo. Dislodging myself from under his weight, I crept in the darkened apartment, checking on Angela before going to the bathroom. My balls were heavy, burdened with days of pent-up sauce, so much that I could not bear the acute ache of my thighs nuzzling them protectively. My heart palpitated in anticipation of release. I lowered my boxers to my knees and peered at my poor neglected cock. The veins were inflamed, the circumcised head was bloated like a sumo wrestler and the pisslit humid from hours of pre-cum leakage. In the silence of the night, I worked on the burning piece of flesh, caressing all eight pulsating inches, clutching firmly the inflexible shaft. The gratifying swirl of pleasure raced inside my phallus, intensifying with every movement of my wrist. I sighed audibly, shutting my eyes. There was no possible way I could repress the urge to cum. It scratched at my brain, ripping my conscience to pieces. I wanked faster, fantasizing about this hot young teacher shoving his fat cock down my throat. The sap of my lust infiltrated the canal. With a burst of a pressure, the first thick spurt erupted on the opened toilet seat. I could feel every mechanical aspect of the fluids circulating in my balls, pushing out all that mansauce in viscous white ropes. I aimed my prick at the ceramic bowl. My knees sagged with every heavenly blast until the flow of semen diminished to a faint trickle. Replete and exhausted, I cleaned up the mess and flushed. That's when I spotted him from the corner of my eyes, young Tyler, spying on me through the curtains of beaded strings. He gasped and scampered away. When I returned to the bed, the demon was pretending to slumber. But he could not keep a straight face. I clambered beside him. "Waddja see lil' perv'?" I asked in a whisper. He giggled. "Nuthin', uncle Bob. I swear!" I tousled his blond hair, musing that his mother should have left the damn doors on if she did not want him to see things like that. Sleep submerged me quickly in its peaceful embrace, now that my head was clear. The next morning I woke up with the kid half strewn upon me. Angela wielded her glance in the bedroom, finding both of us with obvious morning erections tenting the front of our underpants. I could not detect a reaction on her usually expressive face. She stopped me in my tracks later, as I left for my classes. Grasping my duffel bag, she stared at me seriously. "Can I talk to you a minute, about my son in your bed?" I gulped down a wad of saliva, foreseeing a melodramatic sermon. "Uhm, yeah, sure." I responded warily. "Thank you Robert. This is important for me." she confided, drawing a deep breath before going on. "I've never had a stable relationship with a man. And because of that, I'm afraid Tyler has never been truly in contact with some sort of a male figure." she explained with a hint of guilt in her voice. "He might get buddy-buddy with you. I apologize. If he becomes too annoying, just push him away. Okay?" I nodded, dumbfounded by her penitent discourse when all along, I thought I had done something wrong. Living with Angela was similar to a roller coaster ride. Lots of ups and downs and dark tunnels where you lost track of everything. It seemed I was being re-educated all over again. I was a tall hunk of man then, six feet two, hundred eighty pounds of fit flesh and bones but in that home I felt like a wee toddler in her care. The blonde witch possessed the charisma of a succubus. She could read your mind and impose her views with a flash of her seductive menacing eyes. There was also a kind side to her however. She let me use her Honda whenever I needed wheels. She gave terrific massages to my sore shoulders after my workouts. Soon, I was completely at ease amidst the two of them. In between my studies, I helped Tyler with his homework and ruff-housed with him on the hardwood floors. Angela and I engaged in pleasant conversations at the supper table before she went to work. The strange open-minded and jaunty aura radiating from them made my soul soar. I thrived in the intimate cradle of these strangers. I had never felt more understood. The weeks flew by, confirming what I suspected; I knew Angela and Tyler more than my own parents with whom I'd lived nineteen years. One afternoon, I arrived early from the University, finding the apartment empty and tranquil. Seizing the opportunity to have time for myself, I immersed my long body into a hot bath perfumed with Angela's fragrant bath salts. The moment of quietude was short-lived as Tyler barged in, back from school. He walked right in the bathroom and raised his polo shirt over his head. "What are you doing?" I inquired, watching him strip steadily, perfectly aware of what he had in mind. "I'm taking a bath!" he announced. "Nuh-uh. There's a problem you see, I'm already there." The spontaneous lad giggled, shucking his duds off quickly. His socks flew across the tiled floor, his shorts also and finally he removed his briefs, unimpeded by my disapproval. I hugged my knees to give him some room at the end of the tub. He hopped in the space, adopting the same position. For an instant, I had caught sight of his limp uncut weenie, flopping about over his hairless balls. The flash of genitals had stirred my arousal and I felt weird inside again. He sat before me in the tub, smiling, peeking between my legs. His boyfeet were pressing on my big hooves. "Your nuts are huge!" he commented. "Don't look there," I retorted. "When you're ten, you're not supposed to take a bath with a man, you know." "Ten and three quarters!" he rectified. "Whatever." "Do you think I'm ugly?" "uh?" "You keep looking away." "Maybe, I'm shy." I pretended, getting more and more aroused by the young brash boy. "Oh. You can look at me all you want. I don't care." I shut my eyelids, trying to forget about him, before he turned me insane. If it had been any other older guy, it would have been different. But he was just a kid, pushing all the right buttons and sending signals he should not. When I opened my eyes again, his knees where parted and he was playing obscenely with his little boner. There were about five sandy hair on his pubic mound. The boy had been hurled into puberty prematurely. "Do you think your mom would enjoy seeing you beating off in the tub with me?!" I asked rhetorically. "She says it's okay if I masturbate. She says sex is a good thing." he asserted. "Well, what do you really know about sex?" "Everything." "Like what?" "You know, like when a boy likes a girl, he licks her pussy and then she sucks his dick. You can stick your penis in her pussy, but boys do it in the butthole." he explained. I couldn't help but grin at the frank explication. "That's sounds right on. Not very poetic, but correct." I said. The youngster's face beamed as if he'd gotten an A on a test. He wiggled his toes merrily over the top of my feet, "Do you wanna see my cum?" "Can't you masturbate alone?" "Why?" he replied, confounded by the concept of privacy. "You do it too, I saw you!" I shook my head at him, utterly taken aback by his blunt demeanor. "Okay, go ahead. Show me." I abdicated, fixing my gaze upon his crotch. He spread his legs wide, exhibiting proudly his little package before me. One hand cupping his ballbag, the other retracting his foreskin, the little boy looked into my eyes unabashed. "I don't make a lot." he said. "A lot?" "Cum." he specified, caressing his three-incher with soapy fingers. The slim organ swelled some more from his ministrations. Satisfied with its rigidity, he wrapped his hand around it and began wanking seriously. "That's it, Tyler. I think you got that down pat." I said. "Yeah." He grinned slyly, curling his toes and tugging on his woody with fervent strokes. The young satyr was a real pro. His testicles bounced on the surface of the water, splishing and splashing. His body shuddered once in a while, taken over by involuntary spasms. I watched his face slowly melt from the blissful waves. My cock was erect but I kept it nestled between my thighs, fearing he wouldn't understand that he made me horny as hell. The grunts coming out of his gaping mouth became loud and raspy. His little hand was flying fast on his dick now, rubbing and rubbing the cute cherry head. The portrait of innocence I had drawn in my mind for Tyler was destroyed that instant and replaced by that of the horny child with unruly blond bangs jacking off like a teenager in heat. "Uhh, I'm cumming!" he trumpeted, clutching his boner. A droplet of milky fluid appeared at the tip of his penis. "Uhhh!" he groaned. The first spurt of thin boyjuice zoomed below his bellybutton. Then his penis produced a sprinkling of pubescent spunk. The little man was so beautiful with his dopey smile of contentment. I, on the other hand, was nervous and confused. Tyler's behavior in the tub and later on at night in bed when he put his hand down my underwear, clouded my brain for some time. I couldn't find it in me to dismiss the incidents as just innocent playfulness. Then again, it was also impossible for me to fathom that a ten-year- old boy could be sexually attracted to an adult. When I was his age, I never got an erection looking at an older boy, even less a man. Or did I? Yes I did. I enjoyed seeing those big hard cocks in the porno movies. Peter North's thick meat. Even Ron Jeremy's gigantic schlong. That was all I focused on, jacking off at the onset of puberty in front of the nasty images so laboriously acquired through a network of mates in the sixth grade. My sexual curiosity had nearly gotten me raped by a high school senior at that time. But I wanted to shield Tyler from that world. I wanted to believe that he was an angel. The same way every parents will deny their offspring's sexuality until they catch their sons or daughters masturbating or fornicating with a friend. Up to that point, I had managed to keep myself in a state of denial, repressing my interest for the boy. I was the big bad wolf. And I knew that it meant shielding Tyler from my own self. I started to realize something was awry at the mall, while I shopped for underwear and socks. For no reason, it seemed, I went to the boys' rack and surveyed the merchandise. They had some nice silk boxers and racy bikinis. I imagined Tyler's round boyass snuggly confined in the fitting underpants. A major improvement compared to those horrible loose cotton briefs he wore. The moment I left the store, with a full bag, it struck me. Did I just buy boys underpants? Wasn't that what perverts did? I sneaked in the kid's bedroom, my hands shaking, and rapidly unloaded my cargo in the drawer next to is whitties. Perhaps, he would think that his mother had bought it? I reasoned stupidly. >From then on, the blond rascal paraded with my expensive undies on his loins, not saying a word about their origin. And I thought I had pulled it off, until came the celebration for my first month amid the family. Angela baked a lasagna. I was hungry and dazed by the aroma. As soon as the plate was dropped on the table, I lurched upon it. "Hold it there, Robert!" Angela stopped me in mid-bite. "You've been with us for four weeks now. We're gonna have a heart to heart talk." she announced, unbuttoning the front of her blouse. "What's happening?" I asked, watching her wriggle out of her top. "It's a tradition I share with Tyler. Whenever we need to talk sincerely, we take our clothes off. It's, ehm, symbolic." she declared in earnest. "No, it's crazy." "When you're naked, there's nothing to block the words from your heart to come out. The vibes are flowing freely." "Vibes?!" I blurted out, scanning the mother and son stripping at a steady pace. "You are part of the family now. You must abide." "And if I don't?" "You're free to choose. But you won't eat my homemade lasagna." she affirmed with a wicked grin. I stood as they finished stripping. They sat down naked and began dining. The she-devil had her big bare breasts hovering over her plate. Tyler was chuckling and swinging his feet under the chair in a cheeky way that made his limp pecker wobble about. The latter was obviously amused by the turn of events as they exchanged conniving glances. "You're mad, you know! You're both mad!" I ranted. "C'mon big boy!" Angela urged on. "Don't be silly. It's not like we haven't seen you before, in the shower..." "Robert's penis is big." the young lad butted in. "Yes, I know." she confirmed. My eyes would have thrown daggers if they could. I unfastened my shirt, feeling like I was trapped in some freakish cult. My stomach was gurgling and at that point I would have done anything for food. The nudist duo contemplated me while I took off my jeans. "Socks too." Angela pointed out. I removed everything, making sure they got a view of my hairy dick to demonstrate that I wasn't that prude. Then I sat down, looking around at the three of us stark naked. "See, that wasn't so hard, Robert." the woman hailed. "Now we can talk about when you were planning to tell us that you're gay." "I'm not gay." I stated with a cool smile. "Oh please. You should know by now that I don't tolerate secrets in my home." "I am not gay." I reiterated with an indignant tone, ducking my head like a toddler. "Come on! My tits are out in the open and you're not even glimpsing at them. You can't bear to see my son without fancy underwear. And you're not looking at me while I talk to you right now." The pasta had a bitter taste in my mouth. I consumed a couple of bites as they awaited my response. They had pinned me against the wall. I had nowhere to run. "Okay, you've won, Angela. I'm a big homo. Are you happy?" "I didn't win anything. You need to learn to be honest, that's it. And you can bring any boyfriend of yours here. Tyler understands that sometimes a man can love another man." I didn't know where she got that demented notion that I wanted to drag a guy into her nutty coop. What kind of mother would allow me to do that? One who was absolutely off her rocker as she proved the very next weekend when she had a co-worker over for diner. Late in the evening, the fuck noises emanating from her bedroom resonated throughout the apartment. I held Tyler's half-naked form closely against mine. He smiled, listening to the plaintive moans of her mom. The wails of passion rose and ebbed. I got horny, hearing her screams of joy. The stranger was fucking her hard. I looked into the kid's big gray eyes. There wasn't a trace of distress. He was used to it. His fingers crawled in the leg hole of my underwear, brushing my balls, as they traveled up to my raging hard-on. The sticky invaders wrapped around the girth of my cock. They squeezed tightly. I was too horny to care anymore. "I wanna see." the youngster whispered excitedly, pulling down the waistband of my underwear over the throbbing bulge. He revealed my fat hose and grasped it under the head. "It's so big!" he said in hushed amazement, pumping gently. As I looked down at the boy caressing my prick, I knew very well that I should have stopped him as soon as his hand went exploring. I was angry at myself for ruining all those past days of proper conduct and proceeded to raise my underwear. "NO! Don't do that!" he exclaimed. "It's not right." "I did it in front of you, now you have to!" The logic of the child was warped. I gave him a look of discouragement. "Yes, show me how you do it." he hailed. My cock was uncovered again. I began to jack off, somewhat excited and anxious that I was doing it for a ten-year-old kid. Tyler giggled and straddled my thighs, examining my handy work while his mother was still getting fucked in the other room. The lad's fingers were all over my crotch, exploring my pubes and my big nutbag. I let him take over and wank me. He wrapped his bony fingers around my shaft and pumped with superb stokes of youthful ardor. Surprisingly, the kid was providing a most effective hand job. My eight inch tool was hard as steel, flexing under his touch. He pulled his boxers down to the knees and applied the same considerations to his boner. The loud noises of copulation in the other bedroom covered our ragged breathing. I admired the busy hands of my young partner. He fisted his boycock frantically and abused the helmet of my pole with jerky flicks of the wrist. The little guy was so thrilled by our sex play that I started to loosen up. He smiled brightly and grimaced from the pleasure. I guided the palm of his hand over my peehole to lube it, then showed him how to slide it over the full length of my cock. My juice was bubbling in my balls but I wanted to see him shiver first in the throes of his boyish climax. He pulled on his dick one time too much and spilled his timid load over my hairy testicles. I got off seeing him indulge in his orgasm. I exhaled a breath of deliverance. My cock erupted at once, blasting out thick jizz in arches. Tyler leaned over, awestruck, examining my sperm splash all over my bare chest. He compressed the pulsing flesh with his fingers, feeling the thunderous rush of hot sperm up my urethra. After I had cleaned up, he cuddled next to me as if nothing had ever happened. Despite the afterglow of my orgasm, the guilt returned, chewing my guts and making me feel like a monster for what I had just done with the kid. I think the blond tempter sensed it. He stretched his neck, laying a furtive kiss on my face. And I dozed off with the moist circle of boyish tenderness drying up slowly upon my cheek. END of PART 1. You can send positive or negative comments at debonair36@hotmail.com Make sure to include the word 'story' in the subject line. Flames are ignored.