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Tracy
by Kewl Dad



Chapter Three
Fun at the river


The river was narrow, lined by trees on both sides and slippery river banks with trails worn wide by thousands of fisherman and visitors over the years. At one point there was a dam made of huge rocks tossed randomly here and there to slow down the rushing river and offer protection for the fish. Fisherman made their way out onto these rocks which spanned half the width of the river and cast their lines in hope of catching the big one, and this was a favorite night fishing spot.

I had never been much of a fisherman, but had been on dozens of trips here with my uncles and grandpa, though while they fished I explored the wooded areas nearby learning all it's secrets. One of those secrets was the existence of an old abandoned pump back station surrounded by years of overgrowth that all but concealed it's existence from the prying eye. 

Once on one of these excursions I had met a young boy there named Kenny. He was about 10 and though not as cute as Tracy he had a certain sexiness about him that caught my attention. I had no real plans to start anything, I mean my folks were nearby and no doubt his as well, but when he suggested we check out the huge brick building beneath the jumble of vines and greenery I eagerly agreed.

His hair was sort of a dirty blond and his eyes pale green. He had a spattering of freckles across his nose and was missing his middle front tooth. I asked him about that wondering if he was actually younger than he appeared but he said his brother had knocked it out while they were playing baseball.  He had a cute habit of putting his little pink tongue in it wiggling it around and I thought that was so sexy.

Having been in the old building many times I took him on a tour. There were actually four walls still standing and though the doors had long ago been removed the entrances were concealed by the overgrowth. Inside there were four distinct rooms. The main one was huge and ran from floor to ceiling, once holding the huge pumps and other equipment, but now empty except for scattered bricks and trash strewn about haphazardly. The other three rooms were of varying size, one obviously having been a bathroom area and the others either storage or offices.

Many of my trips there were spent in the bathroom  jerking my stiff uncut cock as  I fantasized about one boy or another, inhaling the musky dank air as if it were some aphrodisiac. It was here that I led Kenny with no particular goal in mind but always alert for any sign that the boy might be as horny as I was.

"Wow this is cool," the boy said loping on ahead and as I caught up to him he was staring at what was once a toilet. Though broken and filled with dust and debris, it was still bolted to the floor and seemed to still be connected to the sewer line. "I need to pee," he said mischievously. And before I could react in any way he was pushing down his worn cut-off denims and hosing the dust down in the broken toilet.

I laughed but only for a moment as I realized this might be my only chance to get a peek at his boy stuff, so I moved closer and brazenly stared at his peter. He was cut, and about 2" soft and I could just make out his little pouch containing his two grape sized balls and my mouth went dry. 

He stared up at me and grinned, "Come on, you pee too. It's cool."

I am usually a bit bladder shy but I wasn't about to pass up a chance to show off my pecker so I moved up shoving my hip against his and unzipping my shorts. I hauled out my pecker and Kenny jerked his eyes to it and then did a double take

"How come you got that skin on your weenie?" he asked squinting as if he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing.

"I'm uncircumsized,"  I said suddenly feeling embarrassed, "see the skin pulls back so I can pee and not make a mess," I said demonstrating how it worked as I suddenly found I really did need to pee. 

"Cool," he said looking down at his own little dick and shaking it causing his golden stream to hit the back of the toilet, "How come I aint got skin on mine?"

"Well, cause when you were a baby your folks had the doctor cut it off. I wasn't born in a hospital so no one cut mine off."

"Oh, is it cool, having skin on it?" he asked staring intently at my cock. I finished peeing, shook off the excess, and pulled my skin up to cover the head. Then I had a wicked idea.

"Go ahead see for yourself," I said chuckling. I figured if he was freaked by it I could pass it off as a joke, but he didn't hesitate a second as he reached out and took my pecker in his hand and pulled the skin back to reveal my flaring purple head.

The effect was immediate as my dick began to swell in his hand causing him to gasp opened mouth and look up at me grinning.

"It's gettin hard," he said apparently not upset by this turn of events as he continued to work the loose skin as if he were playing with a new toy.

"Better be careful," I warned, "it might shoot if you keep playin with it."

"Ewww...my brother does that," he said but he still didn't let go.

I stared down at his little prong and it was chubbing up now, growing fatter but not a lot longer. Without asking permission I reached down with two fingers and began jacking what little skin he had left and getting a contented sigh from him. We stayed like that for a few more minutes and then I decided to try for more.

"You ever have anyone suck your peter?" I asked giving his pecker a little squeeze.

"Uh uh," he said dreamily, then realizing what I had asked and what that might mean he perked up, "Why, you know any girls who will do it?"

I laughed nervously, "Nope, but it don't have to be a girl. Boys do it better anyway cause they know what feels good."

"Who then?" he asked still working my dick and glancing down to watch with fascination as I continued to jerk his little dick.

"How about me?" I asked checking his face for a reaction, again I figured to pass it off as a joke if he protested, but I knew from experience they seldom did.

He thought about it for two seconds then let go of my dick and looked up at me, "Ok, I'll let ya."

My heart was beating so fast I was sure the boy could hear it, as I tried to decide how best to do this. I knew we had plenty of time to do it right, but besides the toilet there was nowhere to sit in the bathroom so I suggested we move to the smaller of the two remaining rooms.

I knew from previous visits that there were wooden crates there as well as an old metal desk and I figured we would be more comfortable there. The room was brighter than the bathroom thanks to a narrow window just below the ceiling line. I suggested to start with that I sit on one of the crates and he stand in front of me and he nervously complied. 

In this position his crotch was at eye level and I could see the lump there that I knew was his stiff little pecker which he had put away before we made the move. I reached for him but he pushed my hand away causing my heart to sink, but when he pushed his shorts and underwear down he moved closer and I reached for him again.

"Ok, you ready?"

He nodded, "Uh huh, does it feel good?"

"You tell me after I do it," I said taking his cock in my hand and getting it good and hard. It was maybe 2.5 inches long once fully hard and about as big around as my middle finger but to me it was the prettiest thing I had ever seen. I leaned in a little and licked the end and he grunted his approval.

Smiling I reached down and grabbed his little balls and held them as I plunged my mouth down on his dick causing him to sigh happily as his body tensed up. He shivered as I began to suck on his little pecker using my tongue to probe the underside of his sensitive cock head and moving up and down on it.

"Uh...feels good," he said shakily. I knew how good it must feel, though I had yet to experience oral sex except as a giver, I just knew instinctively that it was the best feeling in the world.

I never wanted this to end, but I knew it being his first beejay he would probably orgasm fairly soon if I didn't slow down. I let his dickie slip from my mouth and attacked his balls sucking and licking them as he shook and moaned staring down at me as if he were in shock. Most boys don't know how good it feels to have their balls worked over until some boy like me comes along and Kenny was no exception.

I reached back and grabbed his soft little boy butt and pulled him closer then took his dick back in my mouth as I squeezed those luscious buns. He was  a moaner and by the time he finally came, his hands on my head guiding me as I bobbed up and down on his little rod, he was so loud that had we not been deep in the woods surely some one would have heard the ending and recognized it as what it was....a massive orgasm.

His knees turned to rubber and I let him collapse into me and I held his shuddering body as he experienced the most intense feeling of his young life. He laid his head on my shoulder and I could smell his sweaty hair and little boy smell causing my dick to throb wildly in my shorts as if it were trying to escape.

After a few minutes he raised up and looked into my eyes and smiled shyly then without a word he backed away and began pulling up his shorts. I sat there a minute waiting for him to make the next move and when he didn't speak after a few minutes I began to get a little worried.

"Did you like that?" I asked needing some positive reinforcement.

He nodded, "Do I have to do it back?" he asked sounding worried.

"No, no way!" I said standing up. So that was what he was worried about, "I just like doing that for nice boys like you, you don't have to do nothing. It's cool."

"Oh, well.....I wouldn't mind....you know, playin with your pecker some more. I could make it shoot like I do my brother," he said blushing. I didn't know whether to envy his brother or hate him for forcing this kid to do stuff he didn't want to.

Only it seemed after we got started that he liked it a lot more than I thought. He jerked me to a glorious orgasm causing me to shoot almost 4 feet across the dirty floor and when I was done he wiped his hand on his shorts and we left.

We walked back to the parking area and then went our separate ways and we never saw each other again. I like to think he remembered that day as fondly as I did but, of course I never found out.

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"This place is cool," Tracy said excitedly as we pulled into the parking area near the river. 

There were only dirt trails and an occasional grassy spot and the whole area was dwarfed by huge old trees that towered above us. It was shady and cool beneath the trees as I parked and we climbed out. I intended for us to wind up at the old pump back station but first I knew Tracy would want to see the river and explore some  before we moved on.

He was so cute that day, dressed in his little blue swim trunks and no shirt and I could have just eaten him alive. He smelled wonderful that day and even his breath was delicious smelling. 

He bumped against me every chance he got and I laughed at how playful he was, like a cute little puppy, and I couldn't wait to get him alone and taste him again. He was a typical boy, in awe of everything I showed him as he stopped to throw rocks into the river or pick up anything  of interest to him. 

As much as I wanted to get him alone, I loved just being with him outside in the fresh air on that glorious golden day and after a while I was in no hurry to move things along. 

It was him who finally suggested we go see the building I had told him about and the gleam in his eye said he knew what we would do when we got there. I loved him so much it hurt as I guided him down the path barely able to make our way against the dense growth. 

Poor kid had no shirt and his body was taking a beating from the weeds and such so I finally took the lead and made a path for him and finally put him on my shoulders and carried him the last few dozen yards.

I sat him down just outside the entrance then led him inside and watched his face as he took in his surroundings. He was bouncing around like a typical boy and I was hard put to keep up, but eventually we wound up in the office and a mischievous look came across his face.

"You have to suck me," he said putting his hands on his hips and grinning at me.

I smiled, boy if he only knew how much I wanted just that, but I played the game just for fun.

"No way," I said making a face, "your dick is dirty," I teased. There is actually no such thing as a boy dick too dirty to suck.

He frowned as if I were serious, "Uh uh, I took a baff last night," he said digging as this left ear with a little finger.

I couldn't keep up the charade for fear I'd hurt his little feelings so I cocked a finger and motioned him to me and dropped down before him and lowered his trunks. He wore no underwear beneath and I began to wonder if my boy even owned any. He was semi erect and it only took a few strokes to bring his lovely uncut boy cock to full mast. I licked the head nosily and he giggled. Then I reached between his legs and located his little boy jewels. He spread his legs to allow me better access and I began to work seriously on his little dick. He was shaking with excitement and giggling or making little mewling sounds most of the time.

I didn't want to end things too soon so I stood then and coaxed him over to one of the wooden crates and I sat down and pulled him onto my lap. Between us we managed to get his swim trunks over his worn dirty tennis shoes and I laid them beside me on the crate. He wore no socks and I had a sudden desire to see his feet. Maybe this is where my foot fetish was born, but I didn't act on it that day despite the strong aching in my gut to do so.

I played with his little dickie as he sat on my lap and he leaned back against me and reached back and hugged my neck rubbing his cheek against mine. I was in Heaven, doing what I loved best, pleasing my boy and being loved by him in return and I never wanted this day to end.

"Your dick is poking my butt," he giggled and I felt shivers run through me at what that implied.

"Sorry, good thing it's in my shorts or it might stick your butthole," I teased.

"Won't fit," he said as if he knew from experience about such things.

"No, but it feels good to just rub there," I said excitedly. Was there a chance he might allow that?

"How?" he asked curiously.

"Well, a little spit makes it slick, then you just rub up and down and it feels really good."

"Do you shoot your stuff when you do that?" he asked making a cute face.

"Yeah, it feels so good that I can't help it. But it wipes off," I said trying to sell him on this new idea.

"I know," he said sounding thoughtful, "do you wanna do that to me?" he asked sounding interested in the idea.

"I would love to do that, but only if you wanted me too and if you didn't like it I'd stop." I said rubbing his cute flat tummy with my free hand causing him to shiver and purr like a kitten.

His questions asked and his fears satisfied he made his decision, "Ok, you can do that, but first you gotta suck me off...all the way this time....till it feels so good like before." He said explaining in his little boy way.

"I love doing that, no problem. I just wanted things to last that's why I stopped, but I'll do it right now if you want."

"No, this is nice," he said dreamily, "take off your shorts and let your weenie poke me for real," he giggled, "then play with my dick...then suck it...then you can rub on my butt."

I was breathless at his erotic description of what was to come and I wasted no time sitting him down and stripping off my shorts. I laid them on the crate to cushion my butt and keep me out of the dust and pulled him back on my lap being careful to position my dick in a way that felt good for me and didn't poke him too hard. He wiggled his little butt and I almost came right then but then he settled down and let me play with him some more.

He leaned back as before and closed his eyes and sighed. I knew he was enjoying the intimacy as much as the sex and I made sure I cuddled and stroked him as I continued to work his little cock. He sighed contently and snuggled back against me and patted my leg as I continued to love his cute body. After a few minutes he looked up at me and sighed then whispered, "Suck it now, ok?"

I had him stand on the box with his legs on either side of me and grabbing my head he pushed his dick into my face and I gobbled it down greedily. Holding his soft pert rear in my hands I held him as I made love to his cute little cocklett, working it with my tongue and lips and applying just the right amount of suction to make it the best beejay ever.

He was thrusting against me then and shaking with excitement as he stuttered little ahs out with each movement of his lithe form. He was like a work of art in my hands, his movements in sync with mine until finally with a last thrust and a grunt he began to shiver as a violent dry orgasm swept over his body.

I held him as he rubbed out the last of his orgasm and then he collapsed into my arms and I held him as he came down from his high.

"Wow," I said grinning, "That was a big one, wasn't it?"

He grinned shyly covering his eyes with his arm as if trying to hide and nodded his agreement. I loved him even  more than ever at the moment. I pulled his face to me and kissed his cheek and he giggled.

"You gonna do my butt now?"

"Do you still want me to?" I asked hoping that he did. Sometimes after a boy comes he looses interest in sex altogether until his batteries recharge, which fortunately isn't long for a young boy.

He nodded, "Uh huh, I want you to."

I smiled at him and kissed the end of his nose, "Ok," I said looking around and deciding how to do the deed. Then seeing the desk I had an idea.

I had him lean on the desk with his cute little boy butt in the air and moving behind him I managed to squat down enough to aim my dick at his hole. I had no intention of trying to penetrate him but I wanted him to feel my dick on his most secret place and when he did he gasped and looked back to see what I was doing.

"Don't...." he gasped in fear.

"Relax buddy, I won't hurt you," I cooed and I meant that with all my heart, "Just gonna rub on it a little while."

I spit on my hand and rubbed it on the end of my dick, but I was already so wet from pre-cum that it didn't take much to make it slick. I grabbed Tracy by his slender hips and held him as I began to move against him rubbing across his butthole and up and down his cute crack. His little buns quivered with each movement bringing me to a point of arousal never experienced before. It didn't take long before I was panting and thrusting wildly against my boy jarring his body, but he didn't protest. In fact I think he was enjoying not only the closeness but the effect he was having on me.

With a final thrust I cried out and began unloading up his crack splattering his back with my thick white cum. My legs felt like rubber and to keep from collapsing I leaned down onto him and held him tightly pressing our bodies together and spreading my sticky love between us.

When I had regained my senses I stood up and stared down at my boy's back and smiled. His back was smeared with my cum from his neck to his crack and I dabbed my fingers in it and put them to my mouth. I tasted my cum and smacked noisily causing Tracy to giggle.

I grabbed my shorts and pulled out a handkerchief I had shoved into my pocket for just this purpose and cleaned my boy up then myself. We dressed in silence but the atmosphere was light and we joked and scuffled playfully on the way back to the car.

"Can we go get ice cream?" My boy asked as we climbed into my car and I smiled.

"You bet, buddy. Anything for my boy," I said hoping he didn't take offense at the word boy. 

He smiled brightly and blinked his big brown eyes and sighed contentedly. He knew just as I did that we were more than just friends. No words were needed to come to that understanding and we were both sure of our part in this relationship. He was my boy and I was his man, even though almost a boy myself, and nothing or no one could change that....for now.



Chapter Four
Photo opp



My world revolved around work, my family, and my boy those golden days of summer in 1975. It was hot that summer, and Tracy and I ate a lot of ice cream and drank a lot of cherry limeades.

One day after returning from my part time job at a grocery store I found my boy sitting on my front porch entertaining my grandpa.  When I pulled up he ran to my car and danced around excitedly like a puppy and wanted to know if we could go play tennis.

Tennis of course was our code for messing around. He knew just as I did, that our relationship was not only special but also secret. A secret neither of us shared with anyone until I wrote down these words nearly 40 years later.

I told him I had to change but I wouldn't be long and when I emerged with my duffel bag stuffed with my tennis rackets he told my grandpa goodbye and we were off. I often wondered what my family thought of my relationship with a boy almost half my age, but those were simpler times and people were more trusting. My grandpa loved kids and I could see he especially liked my little buddy Tracy and that made me happy, because I loved my grandpa as much as most kids love their dad. Of course I had no dad, so I suppose that was inevitable.

That day I didn't have a lot of gas so we didn't go far, just to a little park nearby and I had hoped for some fun time in the park bathroom but unfortunately it was locked. We played around in the park for a while and I took some black and white photos of my boy as he swung or hung upside down on the monkey bars. I had learned photography in high school and even developed my own black and white negatives and contact printed them at home in my make shift darkroom in the bathroom.

Since no one but me ever saw the negatives or the finished photos it occurred to me that I could take some naughty photos of Tracy and keep them for my own personal enjoyment. The problem was where could we take them in private?

There was an old rodeo grounds not too far away and I knew from having gone to a carnival there once that it had freestanding bathroom that was unlocked. I didn't want to drive there for fear someone might wonder what a car was doing there, so I convinced Tracy to walk with me the short distance to the rodeo grounds.

Tracy was always up for anything I suggested and now I see that for what it was, he idolized me and would have done anything to make me happy. I loved him so much back then, though I never really verbalized it, but I was pretty sure he knew how I felt and that he felt the same way too. I can't even begin to  explain how happy I was those days spent with my boy and it was obvious he was happy too by the smile on his face and the way he looked at me when we were together. 

Considering I was a chubby giant of a teenager and not the cutest boy around, it was obvious that Tracy loved me for what was inside and not outside, but it has been my experience in the years since that boys in general operate that way.

We arrived at the rodeo grounds, dust flying up around our ankles as we walked the seldom used dirt road and entered the gate. The bathrooms were to our left a good distance from the arena because rather than being modern facilities with flush toilets, they were actually outhouses with wide board seats with holes cut in them.

The walls however were made of cinder blocks rather than wood and the bathrooms were fairly large. The years had reduced the usual outhouse smell to a musty earthy fragrance which I still associate with sex to this day. 

"Can I take some pictures of you...with no clothes on?" I asked nervously. If he had said no that would have been the end of it, but he just grinned and asked my why.

I relaxed a little and told him the truth, "I think you are cute and I want some pictures of you to remember you by and to look at when we're not together."

I think there wasn't much he wouldn't have done to please me back then, but this was simple enough. I'd seen him naked or partially naked dozens of times and we'd touched each other in almost every way possible so this was no big deal to him, but to me it was a very big deal. I was in fact immortalizing a young God with his golden hair and perfect boy body and I have no doubt in my mind that if those pictures still existed they would still affect a whole new generation of men like me and inspire them to love boys as I do.

I posed him in a number of simple positions, none of them especially explicit., because I was more interested in his beauty than his sexuality. I know that sounds strange considering that we were intimate sexually but I think my love for him outweighed my lust. 

One of the poses was of him standing on the plank in which the two holes were cut, his beautiful  little boy butt pointed my way and his head turned back to smile at me. I remember looking at that picture hundreds of times over the years and it was always my favorite.

Of course after seeing him naked and touching him to pose him in various ways my lust did have to be sated afterwards. He was as lusty as I was most of the time and that day was no exception. Bending over the toilet plank he offered his sweet ass to me for worship.

I know a lot of the stories you read about boy love make it seem that anal sex is as common as kissing, but I never had any thoughts of trying to penetrate Tracy or any boy for that matter back then and in fact never did with any boy younger than 15. Instead I did what a lot of guys call "dry humping". I don't know why it's called that because I certainly never did it dry. If I didn't have lotion or some other lube I used spit which is what I did that day.

He was always so patient with me when I humped his sweet butt, often looking back and grinning and pushing his cute butt back against me in an attempt to add to the feeling. I held his tiny hips in my hands or sometimes encircled his slender waist  and held him gently as I moved desperately yet lovingly against his crack. Often I would rub against his tight little pucker and the feeling was exponentially intense. 

My knees would turn to rubber as I neared orgasm and when I came, shooting long ribbons of my thick jizz up his back, I would hold onto him with all my might. He would giggle as he felt the strong warm jets hit his body and then sigh contentedly. His joy and satisfaction was in knowing that he had pleased me and that was all he needed at that moment. However, after I recovered and wiped him clean he was eager to get some pleasure of his own.

I never rimmed him, though I wish a million times I had known what pleasure that simple act would have brought the two of us, but I did rub his little butt and kiss it on occasion as I did that day. In fact I couldn't get enough of his sweet body that  day as I sucked and licked his balls and hard little pecker until he was gasping for air. His little dry orgasm was so intense that day that he shook as I held him gently in my embrace and when he was done I sat down and pulled him onto my lap and just held him for a long time. 

We never kissed except on the cheek or me on every part of his body, and again I wish I had known what pleasure kissing him on the lips would have brought to our relationship. We dressed and walked back to the park and I drove us to Dairy Queen and we feasted on banana splits and Pepsis. 

We talked a long time that day, but I only remember bits and pieces of the conversation, but I do remember that he was especially sweet that day. He touched me gently and with much affection when we were alone in the car and I sensed he wanted to say something of what was on his heart, but like most kids his age he lacked the experience to verbalize his feelings. Hell, who am I kidding, I lacked experience too, I only knew how I felt and I was sure I had never loved anyone as much as I loved the blond haired boy beside me.

He was especially horny that day and convinced me that we needed to go somewhere private and do some "stuff", his name for sex. I couldn't think of anywhere close so we wound up down by the river again, this time parked on a back trail, our pants down around our ankles as we rubbed each other's hard pecker.

He was never that great at at masturbating me, he was a little rough, but what he lacked in finesse he made up for in enthusiasm. I had already gotten off pretty hard earlier and was fine but I knew my boy's batteries recharged quickly so I decided to give him something special.

"How would you like to put your pecker in my butt for a change?" I asked even though that wasn't exactly what I had done.

I could see the excitement in his eyes as he thought about that and it didn't take long for him to make up his mind. 

"Ok," he said pursing his cute lips and looking thoughtful, "how do we do it?"

"I'll lay down in the seat and you lay on me," I said helping him to undress.

I took my pants on down and pulled them over my tennies and opened his door so my I could stretch out full length. I was 6 foot even then so my feet were hanging out the door, but there was no danger of being seen where we were and if any cars approached we'd hear them far in advance of their arrival. 

Tracy was totally naked and as he climbed up on me and stretched out I felt the joy of his soft warm skin against mine and I wondered why I had never thought of this before. He was trembling a little in anticipation of what was to come and I thought that was so sweet. I felt his hard little prong against my butt cheek and I talked him through wetting himself with spit and aligning himself with my crack.

He got it right immediately and his little prick rubbed against my hole roughly sending shivers through my body. He grunted and I felt little slobbers hit my neck as he began to rub against my hole over and over gaining momentum as his excitement built. I chuckled at his desperation to get off and I did everything I could to encourage and help him toward his goal. 

I felt his little feet digging into my legs as he pushed off against me and increased his speed till he was no doubt a blur. He was making little mewling sounds and breathing really hard and then he let out a shuddery ahhhh and  his movement slowed as he rubbed out that last little bit of his orgasm.  He fell down on me and for a while and the only sound was his slow breathing as he came down from his orgasmic high.

I loved how he felt on me, our skin pressed together and didn't even mind that we were both sweaty and it was hot and humid in the woods. I would have been content to lay there like that for the rest of the day but after a while he raised up and scooted off me. He moved away from the car a little and as I sat up I watched him wet down the nearest tree with his little hose. I laughed out loud and he turned and grinned and threatened to hose me down as well.

I got dressed and waited for Tracy to finish then helped him with his clothes. He was so sweet as I dressed him, leaning into me and placing little butterfly kisses on my neck. He was such a sweet little boy and though I was not much more than a boy myself I felt like he was mine to protect and to care for and though those thoughts were new and sometimes frightening, I knew they were as real and true as anything on this earth.

We drove back to town and I let him off near his house. Lately he had asked me not to get too close to his house and I didn't ask why.  I guess I didn't want to know the real reason for fear it would make me feel bad about our relationship. He waved goodbye and I watched him until I was sure he was safely to his block then drove home feeling that mixture of elation and longing that I always felt after we'd been together. 

I spent the evening at my aunt and uncle's house playing board games and eating spaghetti and forgot all about missing my boy, not knowing that soon there would be a new boy in my life, but that's a different story for another time. I dreamed of Tracy that night as I lay in bed post orgasmic after a hardy jerk and woke feeling strange. I squinted at the clock and noticed it was barely midnight and rolled back over and went back to sleep. I woke the next day and worked until four and went looking for Tracy but he was not in any of the usual spots and I didn't dare go by his house for fear I'd mess things up with him.

For the next week I searched for him in all the usual spots and was wracked with despair that I had lost him forever, but near the first part of July he walked back into my life as if nothing had ever happened.

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We spent most of the fourth of July together my boy and me, shooting off firecrackers and finally driving to the river and parking on a back road. Tracy seemed especially affectionate that day and after being apart for so long we were starved for each other. I wanted this to be something special but being 18 and still living at home all I could offer was a fun time in the front seat of my Ford.

He was grabbing at me even as I parked and I laughed and grabbed back. 

"Oh, you have a boner," I giggled.

"So do you," he said giggling in his high pitched little boy voice.

I pulled him against me and ran my hands up under his shirt and rubbed his smooth soft tummy and he purred like a kitten. Here is where a sweet kiss would have made things so much better, but like I said, we never really knew about the joys of that intimacy then. Instead I tugged at his shirt and he held up his arms as I snaked his shirt off and over his scattered blond locks. His upper body was tanned from running around shirtless most of the summer and in bold contrast to his white bottom when I finally got his shorts off him. His legs were the same golden brown as his upper body, but his feet were pink and so cute that if I had known about my foot fetish back then I no doubt would have dined on ten pink toes that day.

He sighed as he stretched out in the car seat with his feet in my lap and I began to slowly work the skin on his hard little uncut pecker. It felt baby soft and since he was still too young to produce any liquid I decided to use my mouth to add a little lubrication. 

I leaned down and took his cock in my mouth and pushed the skin back with my tongue and slobbered on it noisily causing him to moan then giggle. I quickly pulled off and began jacking him again using my spit to make his foreskin glide effortlessly up and down his pink shaft and over his flared purple head. His dick was so cute that I actually thought of it as a separate thing.  A puppy or a kitten or maybe a fuzzy worm. I even named it Petey, and Tracy always laughed when I called it that.

I stroked him until he was near orgasm but I wasn't about to let him come yet and certainly not in such a crude fashion. I wanted to hump his little butt first and I didn't have to ask twice for his permission. 

I managed to get my shorts and underwear down and off and had Tracy kneel in the seat hanging out the window as I moved up behind him. Because of the difference in our height I had to do some maneuvering but I finally managed to get my dick lined up with his cute little butt. I had figured out some time ago that Vaseline worked better than spit for lube and I always carried a little pill bottle of it in my glove box. I had slathered up my dick head and dabbed a little on Tracy's hole just for good measure.

Knowing what I know now, I would have probably at least fingered his tight little hole and maybe even attempted a little penetration, but back then I was content to just feel his soft cheeks and that tight little button as I glided up and down across it.

It was extremely hot that fourth of July and deep in the woods it was humid,  and despite the shade offered by the trees we were both covered in sweat. It rolled off our bodies attracting insects that I beat off with one hand as I held on tightly with the other  and dry humped him for all it was worth. 

I came in a torrent of hot boy spunk and it shot up his back and glued us together as I pulled him against me and held him as if I was afraid he would try to escape me. He was shaking from the exertion of remaining  still for so long so I pulled away and sat back down, cleaning us both up as best I could with the red shop rag I kept for just that purpose. As I sat back down he rolled onto the seat and resumed his position on his back with his cute boy feet in my now naked lap. His soft feet rubbed against my deflating dick giving it new hope for a comeback, but for now I was content to take care of my boy lover.

I leaned down and swallowed his cute stiff little prong and began to do what I now believe I was created to do, bring pleasure to other males. He oohed and ahed and moaned and wiggled beneath me often giggling and telling me it tickled, but of course that only meant that I was doing something right.

He came with little mewling sounds and trembled as he experienced the pleasure that I happily brought to him. He closed his little eyes and sighed contentedly and as I rubbed his soft feet and waited for him to recover.

When he did he pounced on me and grabbed at my dick a bit too roughly and I pushed him away.

"Ow, not so rough, I don't pull on your pecker like that," I said laughing but being serious too.

"Sorry, do you think I could ever get that in my mouth?' he said turning his cute little head to one side like puppies do when they are curious about something.

"Why do you want to try it?" I asked hopefully. Keep in mind that so far my sexual experience had included sucking (not getting sucked) and dry humping.

He shrugged, "I might. What does it taste like?" he asked making a cute face.

"Like sucking on your finger, mostly it just tastes like skin unless there is some pee or some come on it."

He wrinkled his cute nose, "You gots come on yours, don't ya?"

"Maybe a little but it don't taste  bad. I've tasted it and I sort of like it."

"Okay, I'll try it, but if it's yucky can I stop?"

I smiled, he was so cute and he trusted me enough to try this and depended on me to make sure it was safe for him.

"I promise, if you don't like it just stop and I won't get mad or upset...I promise."

He smiled and took my now fully erect dick in his hand and stared at it a moment, "Do I pull back the skin or what?"

"Doesn't matter, either way. I like to do both with yours, which do you like better?" I asked admitting that I knew more about sucking than getting sucked.

He thought a moment then skinned back my foreskin causing me to shudder and then he bent his head and I closed my eyes. I first felt his soft warm little boy breath on my cock head and it sent shivers up and down my body. Then I felt a soft warm wet something touch the tip of my cock head and I opened my eyes and looked down at the most lovely sight I had even seen in my life. My boy had his cute little tongue out exploring my cock head and apparently liking what he sampled he put his tight little lips around it and I groaned in appreciation.

He couldn't take much of it in his warm wet mouth but it didn't take much. This was my first blow job and it was coming from the boy I loved and worshiped and it was nothing less than amazing. 

After only a few minutes I felt my balls tighten up and I knew I wouldn't last long. I didn't want to ruin things by shooting in his mouth and grossing him out so I decided to warn him.

"Careful, I'm really close. I may shoot if you're not careful."

I expected him to come up immediately but instead he seemed to clamp down harder causing me to moan loudly. He was 11 years old and as far as I knew I was the first person he had ever done anything sexual with but the way he was going at my cock that day made me wonder. Maybe he was just trying to give me back a little of what I had given him so many times or maybe, just maybe he was enjoying sucking dick as much as I did. 

Whatever the reason, that first blow job was without a doubt the most amazing and enjoyable experience of my young life. I warned him again as I began to come and he did move his mouth away then catching my first volley on his cute face. It ran down his cheek onto his lips and without thinking he stuck out his cute pink tongue and licked them clean. I saw a moment of panic in his eyes then as the taste and consistency registered he evidently didn't find it too gross to swallow. 

He licked his lips again then looked up at me and smiled., "I did it. I sucked it and it was cool."

"And it was great," I said breathlessly, "the best feeling in the world. Thanks for doing that."

He was beaming as he said, "You're welcome. I liked it. I can do it again next time, I don't mind."

I loved him more than ever that day as I drove us back to town and after Cherry Limeades at the Dairy Queen I took him home. As he climbed out I handed him five dollars. 

"What's that for?" he asked looking puzzled.

"In case you want to go get more fireworks," I said. It was still early and I had to go home to be with my family but I figured he might not be so lucky.

"Thanks,"he said leaning in and hugging me, "you're nice...I love you." he said tenderly then he pulled away and I was left to stare after him and I felt so lost and lonely at that moment. I drove home in a funk thinking about that hug and those words and then my thoughts went back to my first blow job and I realized that I was truly in love with this little guy and there was no getting over it.

I managed to have a good time with my family, eating hamburgers and hot dogs and shooting off fireworks when it got dark but when I laid down that night it was Tracy that I was thinking about. I jerked off beneath the covers thinking of Tracy's cute face as he gave me my first beejay and I came with such intensity that I fell asleep instantly, my underwear still full of my jizz.

I didn't see Tracy for another week and when I did my whole world fell apart. Something had been nagging me all week and I finally drove by his house despite my promises not to and there he was with his little sister standing in the front yard looking so cute. He didn't seem mad and quickly explained that his mom was gone and it was okay and could I take them for a ride. 

I was disappointed that the sister was along, but I decided just being with Tracy was enough and hoped that maybe later we could ditch her and do some stuff. 

He was in a talkative mood and when he dropped the big bomb on me I had to back track to really understand just what he had  said.

"Yeah, we're moving to this little town called Hillsdale," he said when I questioned him about what he had just said.

"When?" I asked in horror.

"Umm, next week....maybe on Saturday," he said looking upset now. Maybe he hadn't thought about what that meant for us.

"But...why?" I asked feeling as if my heart had been ripped out.

"Cause momma's getting married," the sister chimed in happily.

I didn't feel much like talking after that and I guess Tracy understood but he continued to talk to me softly and once or twice he even laid his hand on me in an attempt to comfort me.

I guess it wasn't as traumatic for a boy of 11, who had weathered many storms in his dysfunctional family, but for me it seemed like the end of the world.

After driving around for a while I dropped his sister off and we went to the park and sat under a shade tree and talked some more about what all this meant.

"Can you come see me in my new town?" Tracy asked sounding hopeful.

"If it's not too far, but how will I find you?" I said echoing his hope. 

"He shrugged, I could write you and give you my address."

I nodded and later I gave him my mailing address, but needless to say I never heard from him again. We went to the bathroom and made love for the last time that day and it was wonderful. Tracy was more than anxious to try out his oral skills again and this time he actually drank some of my jizz. I sucked him to a earth shattering orgasm that left him shaky and weak and I held him and kissed his face and hair as he calmed down. I helped him dress and I carried him to the car and drove to the Dairy Queen where we had our last Cherry Limeade together.

I drove him home just as the sun went down and let him out a block from his house. He leaned in and hugged me goodbye and smiled at me and I smiled back and that was the last time I ever saw Tracy.




The End


I know some of you wanted this story to go on and on but in many ways this story is typical of most boy love romances. The boys come and they go and we never stop loving them but we have no choice in what becomes of them. The time we spend with them is golden and it hurts when they move on, but we recover and move on just as they do. If you liked this little story please feel free to let me know. I am always open for feedback. Thanks for reading and keeping Nifty alive.
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