I first met Tracy when he was eleven and I was 18. It was a weird meeting. I was supposed to be going to a party that night but I got into a fight with my mom and she made such a big deal out of it, that I canceled and just ran out of the house to get away.
I lived in a small house next to the MKT railroad tracks with my mother, grandparents and assorted aunts and uncles so I had very little privacy and hung out a lot around the tracks and the depot that was no more than a hundred yards from our back yard. There were always empty boxcars and there were empty sheds and an old abandoned cotton gin just down the tracks in the next block so I always had places I could go to when I needed some alone time.
Of course by alone time I mean time to beat off. I had discovered masturbation at the tender age of 7 and although it was years later that I learned how to do it right, I used to spend hours rubbing my little nubin on anything I could find and making myself feel good. Once I reached puberty I was insatiable, sometimes jerking off two or more times a day, usually at night in my bed, but often in one of the open boxcars or in one of the abandoned building where the cotton gin once operated.
On this particular Friday evening in May it was especially warm and I was wearing only shorts and a tee shirt. There was a storage building next to the train depot that had a loading platform built around it and a ramp leading up to the deck. It was just the right height for unloading from boxcars or flatcars and a lot of farm machinery was unloaded there for the farm implement company that ran half the length of the block behind my house.
I was walking up the ramp when I saw him. At first I couldn't believe my luck. He was blond headed and very cute and when he saw me he stopped dead in his tracks and looked at me as if he were scared. I boldly approached him and said hi.
"Hi, I'm Tracy," he said in a silky little boy voice that made my knees grow weak. For even back then I knew I loved boys and luckily was quite good at attracting them. They liked that I was old enough to have my own car but not so old that I forgot what it was like to be a boy and we always got along tremendously.
"Hi, I'm Bobby. What you up to?" I asked smiling at the cute boy. He was slender and so small I could have easily picked him up and carried him wherever he wanted to go.
"I wasn't doin nothing wrong," he said sounding nervous. "Do you own this place?" he asked almost causing me to laugh out loud.
"No, I'm only 18," I said grinning. I was six foot even back then and weighed about 185, wore size 12 shoes, so I guess to this small boy I looked formidable and he considered me an adult, not a teenager, "I just like to play out here or mess around."
He relaxed immediately and smiled at me. I gave him a good looking over then and decided he was cuter than I'd first thought and way sexier. His jeans were tight and showed off a little dinker and later when I saw his rear it was perky beneath his JC Penny jeans. His hair was long and unkempt and I had him pegged right away. He was a throw away kid. You know the kind, their folks (in his case a single divorced mom) have no time for them and don't supervise them and often don't show them any affection. Well, kids crave affection and if they can't get it at home, they will get it wherever they can. It's why child molesters can seduce children so easily, all they have to do is love the child and the rest is easy. Of course I didn't think of myself as a child molester back then, and still don't. Maybe I'm just disillusioned, but I would never knowingly hurt a child and even back then I was always careful with the boy's feelings.
"What do you do?" he asked innocently, but to me it was an opportunity to make a new boyfriend and maybe play around.
The wheels were turning in my head as I thought how best to introduce the subject of sex. Back then I wasted no time getting to the point and never once got turned down. Then it hit me. In my wallet was a black and white picture from a magazine that I had reproduced while in the darkroom of the newspaper class I took in high school. It was of a woman, naked sitting on the floor as a naked man stood beside her as she handled his erect cock. The guy was super hot, but the girl didn't do much for me, but boys always loved it because it satisfied their curiosity about male and female anatomy.
There was an open boxcar not ten feet from us and I decided to lure him inside with the picture, "Want to see something dirty?" I asked. Back then dirty meant sex...nowadays it means unclean..lol.
"Yeah!" the kid said enthusiastically, and I knew I already had this one won over.
"Ok, in here and I'll show you," I said motioning toward the open door of the boxcar. He wasted no time following me in and as soon as we were inside I pulled out my wallet and fished out the small picture and handed it to him.
He took it in his small dirty paw and looked at it and smiled, "It's nice." he said and I felt a tingle run up my spine. He was just too sweet for words.
"Ever see a naked person before?" I asked.
"Yeah, my sister....she's nine," he said then blushed.
"Oh, is she cute?" I asked even though I didn't have much interest in girls.
He nodded, "Uh huh, here name is Sara. She likes to run around naked all the time," he said giggling.
"Do you run around naked too?" I asked grinning.
He smiled and blushed again, "Sometimes when my mom aint home. I just....(he shrugged) go to my room and take off my clothes and do stuff."
"What kind of stuff, like jack off?" I teased.
"Sometimes," he said causing my jaw to drop. I had no idea he'd be that honest with me so soon.
"I know another place we can go, a better place where it's really private," I said wanting to see if I could get him naked or at least get his pants down.
"Where?"
"Come on I'll show ya,"
I put the picture back in my wallet and started out and he followed without protest. He was like a little puppy dog following after me and I was suddenly glad I had skipped that boring party. As we walked down the tracks he told me more about himself, his sister and finally his mom. She worked at a bar and was gone a lot at night and slept a lot during the day so him and his sister roamed the town and got into all kinds of mischief like shoplifting and petty vandalism.
As we approached the lot where the rusting tin building sat surrounded by trees and shrubbery, he showed his first sign of excitement.
"Is it really private in there? He asked turning his cute face to me to watch me as I replied.
"Yeah, no one ever comes here but me and sometimes other boys use it too, but I've only met one or two of them all the time I been coming here. I quit talking as I led him to the entrance, a door cut into the front side completely obscured by the trees and shrugs growing there. I opened the door and stepped inside pausing to help Tracy over the threshold which was at least a foot above the floor.
Inside it was cool and dark until our eyes adjusted and when they did Tracy looked around in awe, "Wow, it's really neat. Is that a bar over there?" he asked pointing to exactly that. The bar had obviously been removed from some beer joint years ago and stored here because it was covered in dirt and bird poop, but it looked cool there.
In addition to the bar there were several bales of hay, a few wooden crates and a stack of gunny sacks that once held grain or feed. Sometimes I'd spread one of the gunny sacks out on a bale of hay and drop my pants and sit and jack off. Today I hoped for a lot more.
"Can I see that picture again?" he asked shyly and I loved him even more than I had earlier. He was already half way there.
I handed him the picture and suggested we sit down on a hay bale. He nodded and parked his little keester on the nearest bale, leaving room for me and I sat down and scooted so close our hips and legs were touching.
"Where did you get this picture, is that your girlfriend?" he teased.
"No, it's out of a magazine. What do you think about the guy?"
He blushed but it was obvious he had already given it some thought, "He's nice too. His...uh..peter is really big. Then without skipping a beat he said, "Is..is yours that big." then realizing just what he had said he looked stricken.
I rubbed his leg soothingly and smiled at him, "Almost, wanna see?"
No way was he ready for that and he had to think a moment before he responded, "I guess...wanna see mine? It aint big but it's all I got," he said grinning mischievously.
"Yeah, that's fair, I show you mine, you show me yours."
I didn't waste any time hauling out my peter as he hopped up and stared with excited interest. I saw his cute little little mouth form into an O and then he smiled and actually brought his face closer as he looked at my fast growing peter. It was about 5" then and kind of fat and I am uncut.
"It's like mine," he said, and at first I didn't understand, "its gots skin like mine."
"Oh." I said excitedly, it was my time to smile and I felt my heart speed up, my darling little buddy was uncut like me.
"Can I see now?" I asked at last.
"Okay," he said sounding shy. He turned around and I thought that was just so darling, plus it gave me a chance to see his cute butt as he lowered his shorts and underwear. He spun back around and there it was. My heart skipped a beat as I stared lovestruck at the cutest little uncut weenie I had ever seen. He didn't have a nozzle like some little kids with uncut dicks had, his just fit his dickie perfectly and even as it grew hard only the tip of it peaked out.
"Can I touch it?" I asked in awe of his beauty and sexiness.
He shrugged, "You're nice...you can touch it. I don't mind," he said smiling and stealing my heart.
I had him sit back down and I reached over and gently pulled the skin back to reveal a healthy looking pink head with a tiny little slit. I could smell his heady boy sex odor and I wanted to suck him so bad it was a physical pain gnawing at my guts. I fondled his dick and his cute little grape sized balls as he held his shirt up and stared down at what I was doing. He was grinning and I heard a soft little sigh as I began to jack the skin gently.
He was fully erect now and maybe 2and a half to 3 inches long and only a little bigger around than my middle finger. I had to have it in my mouth but I didn't want to spook him so I played it cool.
"Ever had a blow job?' I asked watching his face as I continued to play with his sweet dickie.
He blushed and shook his head slightly, then grinned showing sharp little boy teeth. His lips were pale pink and sort of pouty looking and if I had been into kissing back then, very kissable. His cute little nose had a few freckles across it and my heart skipped another beat as I noticed he had dimples. He was without a doubt the most beautiful boy I had ever seen.
"I bet you a nickel I would do it if you let me," I said making no sense at all.
"I aint got a nickel," he said almost sadly.
"Okay, well...I'll do it anyway," I said hoping I didn't sound as desperate as I felt.
"I guess," he said sounding unsure and nervous.
"It's okay if you don't want to," I said with disappointment, "we can go back if you want."
He shook his head and made his decision, one that would change both our lives forever, "No, I don't wanna go back...I...uh, wanna be with you. You can suck me or whatever you want. It's okay."
I smiled, what a sweet little guy he was. I asked him to stand up and he did without question. I stood and let had him stretch out on the gunny sacks atop the bale of hay and I helped him get his shorts and cute little white undies off. He was shaking as if cold, but I don't think he was afraid, just nervous and a bit excited. Maybe he was only 11 and had no experience, but he knew something naughty and good was about to happen.
I knelt beside him and smiled at him and he blushed as he smiled back. I pushed his shirt up a little and rubbed his soft flat tummy and he giggled. I couldn't resist bending down and kissing it softly and he sort of purred when did. I was loving him more each minute and as far as I was concerned he was m boy already.
I took his little dickie in my hand and jacked it a little.
"That tickles," he giggled, " but it feels good." He said dreamily.
"This is gonna feel even better," I said lustily as I bent closer. He shuddered when he felt my warm breath on his dick and as I got nearer his lovely boy aroma filled my senses and I was lost forever.
I don't remember taking him in my mouth, but suddenly the taste, the feel, the aroma of his adolescent sex filled my mouth and I was like a starving man at a feast. I sucked and licked and tongued his little prong with all that I had me. Up until then my oral experience had been confined to one or two boys that I had met on the tracks, but with Tracy I became an expert cocksucker after one session.
He squirmed and panted driving me on to new heights of expertise as my hands began to roam his smooth warm flesh finally coming to rest on his cute little butt. It felt so soft and warm and bouncy and he giggled again as I squeezed it gently adding to both our excitement.
I knew he was close to orgasm when he began to buck up against me and pant loudly, puncturing the air with tiny little ohs as he rode that wave to ecstasy. I don't know if that was his first dry orgasm or not, but I do know that after that day he was hooked on them and always came with much passion. He was everything a boy lover like me could want in a boy.
I jerked off while he watched with interest but I didn't think he was ready to reciprocate especially after coming so recently, but when I cam shooting jets of my hot boy spunk across the straw covered floor he seemed in awe and touched his little hand to the end of my dick and then sniffed it and made a face.
"Go ahead, " I said teasing him at his boldness, "taste it."
He hesitated only about a second before bringing his finger to his cute mouth and darting out his cute little pink tongue and licking the finger clean.
"Tastes like snot," he said grinning, but he didn't seem grossed out.
"It's not nasty like snot though, its what babies are made out of."
He laughed then, "Uh uh, is not?"
So I explained the basic procreation thing as he pulled up his undies and shorts and then sat back down beside me. He asked me a few questions and by then it was getting dark and I told him we should go. He seemed disappointed but didn't offer any resistance.
By the time we got back to the street I knew exactly where he lived and as much about him as I needed to make sure I would see him again. In fact I had a date with him the next day to play tennis in the big park near his house. I walked him across the busy highway and then stood talking to my boy for a few minutes more. I fished in my pocket and hauled out a dollars and twenty five cents in quarters and gave it to him.
He stuck out his little paw and smiled up at me, "What's that for?"
"Cause I want you to have it, that's all." back then (this was 1970) a buck twenty five would actually buy quite a bit.
"Thanks," he said then throwing himself against me he hugged me then took off at a gallop on his way home leaving me to stare after him, my heart dancing for joy that we had met and aching that we had to part.
All the way home I could taste him on my lips and my tongue and I never wanted that flavor to go away. I jerked off again after I went to bed and later in the night when I woke up from a sweet dream of my boy Tracy.
I lay there in my post orgasmic bliss and thought about Tracy and how much I cared for him already and it was sort of frightening. How could I fall so far so fast? Then I relaxed, I knew he felt the same way too, that hug had proven it and I couldn't wait for the new day and my date with my new boy friend.
Chapter Two
Morning finally came and granny had breakfast ready but I didn't have much appetite. I managed to eat some toast and bacon and swigged down a glass of milk then brushed my teeth and stuffed my tennis rackets in a gym bag. I passed my mom on the way out the door and breathlessly told her I was going to the park to play tennis. She waved me on and smiled oddly as if she thought I was crazy. Well, I was crazy, crazy in love with my new boy friend Tracy.
I stopped for gas at a convenience stored and decided to get sodas and candy bars for us since I wanted to make sure my boy never went hungry or thirsty. He wasn't there when I first pulled up in front of the tennis courts but almost as soon as parked I saw him bounding across the green near the duck pond headed my way as if he couldn't wait to see me. I smiled and my heart skipped a beat as I waited there, my face cracked open with a big smile
He loped up to me grinning and eyed the sodas and candy bar and looked up at me shyly. He was even cuter than I remembered and today he wore printed cotton shorts (the kind moms buy at the dime store for a dollar) and a t-shirt that was so small his cute little belly button showed beneath it. I was in Heaven as I smiled down at him.
"Hi buddy, want a Coke and a Baby Ruth?" I said holding them out to him.
"Ok, thanks," he said accepting them as if they were some treasure. It hurt my heart to think he might not get simple things like this at home and I vowed he would never do without as long as I was around. I could see myself buying him birthday gifts and Christmas....never thinking how that might look to others.
"Ready to play some tennis?" I asked opening my own soda and taking a big gulp. I really didn't want the candy bar but I knew my boy would later, so I stuck in my gym bag along with the rackets.
"Ok, but I'm not very good," he said sounding nervous.
"Don't worry, I'll teach you. In no time at all you'll be beating me. You've got more energy than me when it comes to chasing balls.
He relaxed a little then and we took our court. No one else was playing that beautiful May morning so we had our choice of courts. I chose the one closest to the gate because it didn't have as many cracks in it. Since I wasn't sure if Tracy had ever actually held a tennis racket I decided to give him a few pointers. Standing behind him I showed him how to hold the racket and do backhand shots as I inhaled his intoxicating boy aroma and felt his soft and warm body press back against me. I knew if we didn't get to the game soon, I'd spend the whole morning right there enjoying his boyness so I wrapped it up and the game began.
Like most boys his age he was a little awkward at first but as he kept on playing he showed great potential and that coupled with the fact that he seemed to love the game made him a fun opponent. I was quick to compliment good moves and gently corrected any bad ones and he seemed quite at ease by the time we finished our first game.
We took a break then and Tracy said he needed to go pee. The bathrooms were only a few yards away and I walked him over, butterflies in my stomach as I thought about being in private with my little boy wonder again. He didn't stop at the urinal but instead went into the only stall which extended across the entire back wall, but instead of closing the door he motioned for me to follow.
My heart was fluttering like a bird in a cage as I followed him in and closed the door behind us. He walked over to the toilet and dropped his shorts to his knees like some little boys do and I saw that he wasn't wearing any underwear. His little butt was so cute that I couldn't take my eyes off of it the whole time he was peeing
When he finished he shook a few drops of dew off his lily and slowly turned to face me, his little peter in his hand and a big grin on his face. I smiled and zeroed in on the good stuff as it began to grow in his little paw.
"Want to suck it?" he asked in a shy little voice tinged with lust.
I didn't even bother to answer, hell I'm not sure I could have spoken anyway. Instead I just headed his way sat down on the toilet and pulled him to me. His little cocklett was fully hard by then and as I pulled back his foreskin I caught a whiff of the most delicious aroma I had ever smelled. That is one of the things I love about uncut boys, their foreskin holds that delicious fragrance and the taste is amazing.
I couldn't wait to plunge my mouth on that tasty little prong, but instead I pulled his delicate little balls up and kissed them causing him to giggle. I took them in my mouth and he drew in a sharp breath and began trembling with excitement.
"Feels....funny," he gasped, "Tickles." He said, but I knew what he really meant was that it felt good, wonderful, sexy.
I let his little grapes slip from my mouth and grabbed his dickie and pulled the foreskin back and began licking all around the head and shaft tasting the musky, salty taste of his smegma. Now in a lot of adults that would be gross, but in a boy it's one of the most delicious treats a man can ever find.
He giggled again and told me how much it tickled, but he was breathing hard and shaking and I knew I was having the desired effect on him. I reached behind him and took his soft little buns in my hands and gently held him as I made love to his hard little cock and pretty soon he was gasping and humping up against me. Then he let out one last sigh and pushed all the way against me burying his cocklett in my mouth as his hairless pubes tickled my nose. I smiled around that tasty treat and let him use my mouth to rub out the last of his dry orgasm as I kept the suction going and my tongue roamed the sensitive head of his cocklett.
"Ah..ah..ah, that was nice," he said pulling back a little and looking flushed.
I caught a whiff of his boy sweat, another aphrodisiac for me, and sighed contentedly. "Thanks buddy, for letting me make you feel good."
"Ok," he said sounding confused that I would thank him since he was the one who got the good feeling out of it, "Thanks," he added shyly, "I like you Bobby."
My heart soared, my boy liked me. Before long he would love me then things would be perfect. I didn't even consider beating off and wouldn't have if Tracy hadn't reached down and started rubbing my dick through my shorts. I shivered at this touch and took a deep breath and smiled up at him.
"You don't have to...." I began but he was already fishing my hard almost 6" of uncut cock out of my shorts and when he wrapped his soft little hand around it and began jacking the loose skin, I fell mute. The only sounds coming from my mouth for the next few minutes were oh, and ahs, and an oh shit, when I began to blast shooting long ropes of cum across the dirty bathroom floor barely missing my grinning boy.
"Neat," he said laughing and squeezing the last few drops out of my cock. This time without hesitation he licked his hand clean and flashed his brown eyes at me, causing me to fall in love with him all over again. I had never had a boy do the things to me that this one did.
"God, that was good," I sighed as I attempted to clean up my still leaking cock with toilet paper, "You are amazing. I hope we're gonna be friends for a long time."
I could see the pride and happiness in his cute face and I couldn't help pulling him against me and hugging him. He melted into me and nuzzled my neck and I could feel and smell his delicate little boy breath and I wanted so badly to kiss him. Kissing was a new idea. I had never kissed anyone, except of course my relatives on the cheek, but the idea was beginning to excite me more and more since meeting this special boy.
We finally pulled apart and went back out to play another game of tennis, this one I let Tracy win, trying not to be obvious about it but he caught on quickly though he didn't seem to mind. Afterwards I drove us to the Dairy Queen and we had sundaes as we sat at a picnic table on the back of their parking lot.
"How come you like me?" Tracy asked as if it was something he had been thinking about for a while.
"Well, how come you like me?" I threw back, hoping he did like me and I wasn't assuming too much.
He smiled and scooted a little closer to me and leaned his head against my shoulder and I patted him gently.
"Cause you're nice," he said softly, then in a low sultry voice he added, "and you tickle good," he giggled then and raised up and attacked his sundae with gusto.
"Well, I like you cause you are cute and sweet and cause you let me tickle you...and because you make me feel good." I said opening up to him and hoping he understood that my feelings went deeper than that.
He smiled, "Cool, so we can be friends forever!" he said opening his hands wide to include all of time and he was so cute then.
Kids are so innocent and so honest and sweet before the world corrupts them and I never wanted my boy to loose those traits.
"As long as you want me," I said almost tragically. I knew he's probably out grow me in time, but that I would always love him no matter what.
"Forever then!" he said surprising me by giving me a sticky kiss on my cheek that caused my heart to soar with love for him.
"Forever then," I echoed back and we finished our ice cream in silence then as we both contemplated what that meant.
I took Tracy home at 4 because his mom was taking him to his grandmas for the night and I caught a look at his little sister then. At 9 she was a cute little Munchkin with Tracy's big brown eyes and a page boy hair cut which was very popular back then. She came right up to the car and peeked in as Tracy opened the door.
"That's Bobby," he said to her proudly, "He's my friend. We played tennis and had ice cream."
Sara didn't seem jealous, just curious and like I said if I had liked girls, I could have made friends with her too, but instead I just smiled and enjoyed her cuteness.
After a few minutes I managed to get away but I missed him as soon as I turned the corner. I was hooked on my new boy and couldn't wait to see him again.
I worked the next few days and didn't get a chance to go looking for Tracy but one afternoon as I was coming out the front door here he came up my street looking for me. I don't know exactly how he knew where I lived, but he was a smart kid and I'm sure I must've mentioned that I lived nearby when we met on the tracks and that plus knowing what my car looked like made me easy to find.
My car was a 62 Ford Fairlane with 3 on the column and a banged up rear end which I got from being rear-ended by a semi on my way to the State Fair one night, but it was all mine and got me where I needed to go. Bland and unexciting as it was Tracy thought it was cool and that made me like it more too.
I met him at the gate and he smiled up at me and said, "I found ya."
"I was going to come looking for you," I said beaming brightly at my good luck, "I wasn't sure if you were still at your granny's or not."
"I got back today, but Sara stayed and mom's at work so I'm all alone. Can we go play tennis?" he asked excitedly.
"Ok, or I thought maybe we might go to the river and hang out. There are some cool things there I want to show you."
"Ok!" he said excitedly. He was flexible and the tennis thing was just a way of saying he wanted to be with me.
"Let me to tell my mom I'm going and I'll be right back."
I left Tracy waiting at the gate and dashed inside to tell everyone I was going for a drive but no one seemed to care much and that was fine with me. The least attention I attracted, especially since I was with an 11 year old boy so much, the better.
We stopped for Cherry Limeades at Sonic then I headed toward the river using the back roads so we'd have more time to talk. He was bubbling over with excitement and couldn't sit still and finally scooted over next to me on the bench seat and put his little hand on my leg. I felt little electric shocks travel up my leg and my dick began to get hard immediately. I glanced over at his lap, Was he as hard as I was?
"Did you like my sister?" he asked studying my face. It took me a minute to figure out exactly what he was asking, did I like girls or boys more?
"She's cute, but you're cuter," I said rubbing his leg gently causing him to smile with obvious relief. He knew there would be no jealousy or competition there now that he knew where my loyalties lay.
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