Date: Thu, 20 Apr 2006 09:59:11 -0700
From: aberration@hush.com
Subject: Tides Up, The - adult/youth m/b

The Tide's Up
By: Aberration

All the usual disclaimers apply. This is a story involving consensual sex
between the principal characters, which includes a grown man and a
pre-pubescent boy. If this type of story offends you, or is not to your
liking, then leave now. This is not true. It is merely a figment of the
author's imagination. The author does not condone unsafe sex, and does not
encourage sex with underage people.

Comments are always welcome at aberration@hush.com


Good things will come to those who wait, that certainly can be true, but
the time frame can be so narrow, that the right nudges can push a good
thing home slightly quicker. So I pushed a little and started giving him
rides to the beach, used his near fanaticism with riding his board at
ungodly hours so he would spend the night.

He is Ryan, not quite twelve, an honest to god blue eyed, blonde haired
California surfer boy and it was my good fortune that he and his mother
moved into the apartment across from me. We met and I fell in lust for him
immediately, quick witted and almost sickeningly cheerful, I knew waiting
might cost me my chance at exploring areas I guessed he'd probably only
just begun to contemplate, so I turned on the charm and disarmed the
motherly intervention quite early.

Then Mother Nature herself provided the yellow brick road to follow when my
fearless little surfer boy attempted to ride some storm waves and got
battered around pretty good. I jumped on his complaint with almost too much
enthusiasm, but he soon relaxed and enjoyed the kneading immensely and
keeping it all above board soon brought on requests for repeats.

The over nights started according to the tidal schedule, the morning hour
too insane for his working mother and voila he even made the
suggestion. Things got exciting for me, for now I got to see small glimpses
of his all together and my, oh my, was it put together nicely. A perfect
circumcision leaving a nice ring on a, when flaccid, almost three inch
sturdy little tube of flesh hanging over two delicate looking ovals. The
complete lack of secondary hair merely accentuated his taut; lean and
developing eighty-five pound physique.

Another gentle nudge after he'd carelessly left the door to his room, yep
by now he had his own room, no longer sleeping on the couch, slightly ajar
and I was treated, and quite pleased, to learn he'd already discovered
masturbation. Oh to have night vision for the view was dark and shadowed,
but there was no mistaking the movement of his right wrist and the tensing
of his beautiful torso, the light intake of breath and high pitched little
grunts as he enjoyed his dry orgasm.

Leaving some straight men's magazines in easy to locate spaces, mild tits
and ass sort of stuff, and then letting him `find' some videos, mixing in
some two guys, one girl. I managed to slip that one in the next night after
watching straight stuff when he'd boned up nicely, and made several trips
to `pee', ah to be pre-pubic again.

"Oh wow," he voiced unintentionally as a very hot looking guy that actually
my young friend could probably role play as him in his childhood years,
slipped his nice seven inches into the other guys asshole after having
received a lubing blow job.

He watched the finale and I watched him, his gaze intent and for the first
time knowing he was in front of me, slipped his fingers down to squeeze and
reposition his erection occasionally. The guy was slap fucking and the
sound track playing the gratuitous grunts and pleads when the overdone cum
scene takes over and the guy literally seems to coat the back of the fuckee
in long strings of pure white jism.

"Holy shit, guys really do that stuff," he puffed and I believe he stopped
just short of giving himself his clicks, "I thought Frankie was
bullshitting me!"

"Frankie?" I queried, not recalling he'd ever mentioned the name.

"Yeah, he's my friend from school, he doesn't surf, but he's an okay guy,"
with a wave of his hand, "But he does get a little weird sometimes."

"Oh," I intoned, curiosity peaked. "What's he do, pick his nose?"

"Yeah, that TOO!" my little buddy, no longer tumescent, but still nicely
flushed and presumably in a horny mood, my wishful thinking tracked,
laughed then added, "Naw, he talks about strange shit and he's always
grabbing my butt or acting like he's gonna grab my dick, real queer
stuff. Plus, he's always after me to spend the night, says we could wrestle
in just our boxers."

"Sure sounds like he wants be just a little more then just friends,"
stating the obvious and giving him my best sly look, pushed a little more,
"So, is he any good?"

Lost in thought about his mate, he was caught off guard and sputtered and
at first denied anything had taken place, which quickly changed into just a
little messing around. Then the truth came out, he'd let his friend attempt
to suck him in the restrooms at school, but they had been disturbed, nearly
caught and he'd been avoiding him for the past week.

"Would you let him do you if he were here?" I gently laughed.

Reverting to his actual age for a moment, he delightfully grinned
sheepishly and giggled, the embarrassment providing an obvious blush to his
cheeks, despite the deep tan.

"Problly'" he smirked, and then gushed, "Bet you'd like to watch, too,huh
ya ole' perv!"

I laughed genuinely, then gave him that best sly appearance and corrected
him, "Not really, I'd rather replace him."

A slight furrow developed between his sun bleached eyebrows, followed by
full recognition of my statement with wide sparkling eyes, all the way back
to the smirking, self assured surfer boy, priceless.

"You wanna like, suck my wiener?" he asked for assurance.

"Well, yes," I mused, "Eventually that, but first I'd like to really give
you a massage, without your trunks. I think you're ready to find out how
great your orgasms can be."

"My what?" he scrunched up his sunburned nose.

"Those good feelings you have when your jack off, their called orgasms, or
cumming, getting your rocks off, lots of different things."

"Oh," he said going quiet, nearly whispering, "You won't tell anyone, will
you?"

"Never," I stated bluntly.

He gazed at me, but not really looking at me, struggling with his own inner
thoughts and then seemed to come to a decision, unsnapped and quick zipped,
wiggled his narrow hips and caused his cut-off jean pants to puddle around
his ankles.

"Thank you," I rose and went to him, stroked his long hair back behind his
ear, then laid my hand on his shoulder and started us back toward the
bedroom.

"I know you've watched me," he said abruptly, nearly half way there. "It's
okay," he added quickly, "It was kinda exciting knowing you were there."

"It was VERY exciting for me, and I freely admit my wonderful Ryan, I have
been trying to work for this moment."

"I know," he smiled up at me, soft glow in his gorgeous young eyes, "It's
kinda exciting being seduced, too!"

The little shit gave me a wink and took off for my room.

As I watched the seemingly pure white against his bronzed tan dancing of
his little ass cheeks disappear, I just shook my head and grinned at the
pure enchantment a young friend can bring into your life!