Date: Mon, 05 Mar 2007 12:10:39 -0600 From: Charles Hughes Subject: Tyler Becomes a Man - 3 (t/b A/b oral anal) The story continues between the teen and the young boy. If you're not 18 or if it's illegal to read this, you are not to continue. Copyright 2007 by Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. If you want to copy this, just ask, please. I'll try to answer all emails. Please note my new email address: the.empty.room@hotmail.com Tyler Becomes a Man - Chapter 3 For the next few days, for one reason or another, Tyler and I didn't see each other except to wave briefly around the neighborhood. He always smiled when he waved, so I wasn't worried that he was angry or avoiding me. Then, on an especially warm afternoon, he came into our yard by the back gate. He was wearing his "uniform" -- tight shorts and no shirt. I wanted to grab him and search for that sweet little cocklet of his, but that was not the time or place. "Hi, Chuck. I missed you." "Missed you, too, little buddy. I had nobody to play with except myself," I said. He giggled. "Can we go inside?" he asked, hoping for another session of love-making in my bedroom. "I'm afraid not, honey. My mom's not feeling well, so she stayed home from work today. And I've got to run down to the store pretty soon and get some stuff for her." "Oh," came the disappointed response. He glanced over at the shed, where we had first played our games. "Yeah," I grinned, "we can go there if you want, but just for a little bit. And I'll have to listen for my mom, if she calls." The entrance to the shed couldn't be seen from the house, which was just as well. I was shirtless and in shorts, but the tent in my shorts had become pretty obvious the moment I'd caught sight of my little playmate. I got a surprise when I walked in behind him. Tyler turned around and unzipped his shorts and opened them; he wasn't wearing his underpants. He smiled. "Just like you the other day, huh, Chuck? It feels a little funny, but I like it." "And what would your mother say if she finds your not wearing underpants?" "Oh, she won't find out. She's gone, and I'll get back and put some on before she gets home." I barely heard what he was saying; my mind was focussed on the little gem of a seven-year-old dick he had revealed. He was not fully hard yet, so it was hanging down a bit,or at least as much as little dicks can hang. My own cock pressed against my shorts so hard my precum was practically forced into my jockeys. As I stroked it through my shorts, his cocklet rose to life and was soon pointing in my direction. I knelt in front of him and pulled him close to me. "Oh, fuck, honey. I'm so horny for you. Tyler, baby, I can't believe how horny you make me." I kissed his cheek and his lips, and in a moment our tongues were searching each other's mouths. "Make love to me, Chuck." His little seven-year-old voice was such sweet music. "Like you said, Chuck -- make love. Please, let's play." "Oh, Tyler, you know I want to." I couldn't resist this little temptation in front of me. In one motion I had him sitting on the worktable, his shorts on the floor, and my mouth on his dick. So sweet. His smell, his taste. I licked and sucked his little two inches into my mouth. I could feel his small hands running through my hair; I could hear the little cooing sounds of his pleasure. And then I heard my mom call from the back door. "Fuck." I pulled away. "Oh, fuck. I'm sorry, honey, god, I'm sorry. I have to go. Wait for a minute, then slip out the door and get to the gate from the other side of the shed. It'll be okay." I shoved my hard cock down into my shorts as best I could and picked up a trash bag to use as cover as I went to the kitchen door. There was a list of things for the store, and, after I got on a T-shirt and shorts that were a little longer than the cutoffs I liked wearing in the yard, I left by the front door. I picked up my little shadow at the corner. "Can I go with you, Chuck?" "Shit, honey, you don't have underpants on! And no shirt. I don't know..." "Nobody will know except you. I can help you carry stuff home." Thank god my shorts were loose enough that I didn't need to worry about displaying an obvious hardon. But I was very pleased that my young friend wanted to be with me, not for sex but just for company. If a 15-year-old and a seven-year-old can be lovers, I guess they can be friends, too. He was fun to watch in the store. Nobody stopped a shirtless (and underwear-less) little boy on the way in. The air conditioning created goosebumps all over his brown little shoulders and arms. His little nipples were a bit more prominent when they were hard. I had to look away and focus on the grocery list. The items filled up three bags, which I had no trouble carrying, but he insisted on carrying one. I had brought a little of my own money, so I bought him a candy bar to eat on the way home. When we got to his corner, I took the bag from him and thanked him, but he looked so disappointed. "I'll be out in the yard in about 30 minutes, Tyler. You can meet me there." He brightened. "But we can't go back into the shed, honey. My dad will be coming home pretty soon, and he is going to work in the yard." He frowned for a minute. "Okay, then. You come over to my house." "Oh, Tyler, I can't do that! What if your mom comes home? She doesn't even know me. I can't do that." "I know a place," he said. "Come over to my yard when you come out." And he turned and ran inside before I could say anything at all. When I got to his backyard -- wearing a T-shirt, my loose shorts, and underpants! -- he was waiting for me. I was certain that he still had no underpants on. He took my hand and pulled me to the side of their huge yard next to an alley. It was pretty far from the house, and out of sight of the windows. He pointed upward, grinning at his surprise. It was a treehouse! Up in the branches of a huge tree, there was a little house with a trap door at the floor, just above the boards that had been nailed into the tree to make a ladder. "This is yours?" I asked. I'd lived in the neighborhood all my life, and I'd never seen it -- but, then, it couldn't be seen from the street or alley. "It's my secret place. Nobody's ever been up there but me. But I want you to come up there with me now." Tyler smiled shyly as though he were giving away Fort Knox. And to him, I suppose, he was. "It's wonderful, Tyler," I said. "A secret hiding place! You're a lucky little boy to have a special place like that." He grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the base of the tree; he scampered up the steps like a little monkey. His little ass was a beautiful sight. I waited until he got the trap door open, then followed him up the tree. The inside of his secret place was pretty hot on such a warm day, but there was a bit of a breeze through the small windows on opposite sides. "See," he said, pointing out the windows. "Nobody can see in when we're up here, not even from windows in other houses. It's like we're in...invis..." "Insivible," I supplied. "Look," he grinned. In a flash he had his shorts off; he was naked except for his socks and shoes. Then they came off. "I like it this way up here. I can do anything I want, and nobody can see me. Come on, you get naked, too, Chuck." I felt like a seven-year-old myself as I stripped, enjoying the naughty fun of being naked in a strange place. There were a couple of plastic mats on the floor, and we sat next to each other, my arm around him. He leaned against me and sighed. "It's nice when we're together," he said contentedly. "You're nicer to me than anybody else in the world. I love you, Chuck." "I love you, too, little man." After a moment, he asked, "You're teaching me how to be a man, aren't you? I mean, how to do stuff a man does, you know, with his thing...his dick. And making cum and all." "I'll teach you anything you want to know, sweetheart," I said as I pulled him closer and kissed his soft hair. "You're going to be one spectacular man, Tyler, I know it. A beautiful man. A sexy man." He turned his face up to me, and we kissed deeply. Both our dicks were fully hard, but for the moment it was our tongues that expressed our pleasure in one another. We licked each other's moisture and breathed each other's breath. His breath was sweet. I pulled him around until he straddled my lap without breaking our kiss. His dick was jammed into my belly now, and mine was pressing up behind him at the warm crack of his ass. He wiggled as we continued to kiss, and I could feel the wetness of my precum sliding down my cockhead and shaft. I swear that I had never thought a single time about fucking my little lover. He was far too young for such a thing, and I certainly knew nothing about fucking. But I brought one hand to my cock behind his back, gathered some of my precum, and slid a finger the length of his crack. He wiggled again. I slowly stroked the length of his crack as he adjusted himself to experience more of a new sensation. With his new position I could reach my finger in a little deeper, and I found his small hole. I hardly knew what to do. I knew playing with my own asshole was very exciting, but I'd never pushed a finger in. His little cooing sounds deepened as my wet finger played around his slick hole. I was caressing that secret entrance all boys discover sooner or later, but an entrance this sweet boy had never even considered before. I'm sure he knew nothing except the extreme pleasure of having his smooth hairless ass caressed, his tight, slick hole circled over and over by my finger. He lay his head on my shoulder and began playing with one of my nipples, running his little fingers back and forth over the hard nip. I closed my eyes and focussed my mind on the sensation my finger had found. I could almost picture it - pink, tight, tiny. The skin of his hole was smoother than the skin inside his crack. I could feel his baby pucker pulse against my finger. I kept circling my finger around it, then up and down over it. I pressed in slightly, but I stopped when he tightened against me. I had to see it. It wasn't enough just to feel it. I pulled him away from me, and though his eyes questioned what I was doing they were full of trust. I arranged him on all fours in front of me, with his sweet ass at my face. I leaned in closer and inhaled his boy scent. There was nothing obnoxious about it; he was all boy. As I breathed against the crack I'd spread, his tight hole flexed, and Tyler moaned with pleasure. I pressed a light kiss to that little pink spot. He moaned again. I licked my lips and tasted only my boy. Had I unconsciously lusted for this, too, as I had, apparently, lusted for a boy? Or was this simply a natural instinct for someone like me, someone who had discovered the mysteries of young flesh? Was I a freak, a pervert, evil? Frankly, I didn't care at the moment, and neither did Tyler -- he moved his sweet ass back until it met my face. This time I licked at that secret, private spot a boy would rarely share except with someone special to him. And I reveled in the taste of him. There was nothing at all unpleasant about it. My tongue slowly, then more rapidly, circled over and over it, and the extreme intimacy shot straight into my brain. I licked as though I had never eaten or drunk a thing in my life as sweet and delicious as my little Tyler's hole. He moaned with each stroke of my tongue. I suppose it was also natural that I eventually pointed my tongue at that tiny target. I pressed lightly into Tyler, and he wiggled slightly. I kept the point of my tongue on the hole and moved the rest of it up and down. His cooing began again, the sound of his satisfaction. And I loved satisfying him this way. I pressed a little more, and I felt the hole tighten and resist. He gave a small grunt then, and I knew that was the limit. I licked a few more times, then kissed him there. When I rolled him over on his back, he was wearing a smile as big as any he had ever given me. "Tell me the truth, honey," I said. "Did you really like it?" "Oh, yeah, Chuck. It felt...I don't know. So different, but really...nice. I liked it a lot." I rubbed his tanned little thighs up and down with my hands a moment, then I lowered my face to the treasure between his legs. He was as hard as he ever got. His two inches of meat were pointing right at me, as though they would leap into my mouth if they could. I opened my mouth and sank down on him, taking cocklet and balls into the cave where I could worship them with my tongue. He moaned more loudly then and pressed his groin against me. He was offering me his sex, and I was more than willing to pleasure him that way. I licked, and I moved his little dick around in my mouth, sliding it over the smoothness of my cheeks and teasing it with the roughness of my tongue. I toyed with it, sucked at it, ate it, and Tyler squirmed with delight beneath me. "Oh do it, Chuck. Eat it, yes, oh...oh..." Soon his squirming became more urgent; he was wiggling as though hoping I could suck his entire body into my mouth. I moved his dickhead out to my lips and began what little up-and-down action a cocklet permits. He was panting with need, and I swallowed his dick once again and flayed it wildly in my mouth. "UHH!" And he tensed as his dick spasmed in my mouth. "Ooooo...!" His squeals were long and delightful. When his boy orgasm had faded, I lay my head gently on his belly. His hands curled through my hair as he savored the feelings left in him. We lay there that way, his thighs spread out, his wet cocklet against my throat, my lips spreading light kisses on his smooth chest. As I sat up, he saw that my cock was hard, my cockhead red. He realized that I hadn't cum. "I'll suck you, Chuck." "You don't have to, honey, not every time. But I do need to cum, really bad. Can I cum on you?" His eyes opened wide, then he grinned. "Cum on me, Chuck." He fastened his eyes on my cock and balls as I knelt over him, my knees on either side of his thighs. The first drops of precum were already leaking, and they dropped at the top of his thigh, beside his dick. It only took a moment, though I was stroking slowly to make it last. My cock had a mind of its own, though, and it was demanding release. I was breathing heavily when it began inside me. "Going to do it, honey...cum all...over your sweet...body..." Almost before I realized it had gotten to that point, my cock erupted with four hard spurts of cum, and I grunted as smaller spurts follower. I milked the last of it out of my softening dick and watched it fall on my boy. "That was awesome, Chuck. I could feel it hit, really hard. Wow." One rope of cum had landed just above his left nipple and trailed down over it. That was the first one I licked up. He giggled as I licked over his chest and belly. He pulled my hand to his mouth to lick the cum that had slid down over my fingers, and then we kissed deeply. My cum was in both our mouths, and we slowly tasted, swallowed, licked. I sat up and used my jockeys to clean off anything that remained on me and on Tyler. He just lay there smiling as I cleaned him. God, but he was so beautiful. "I have to go, honey, and your mom will be back soon." "Can I see you tomorrow, Chuck?" "I'll get out into the yard in the morning, after my folks have gone to work." "And then we can play?" he asked. I kissed him on the ckeek. "Yeah, Tyler. We'll play." I dressed and left by the trap door of the playhouse. By the time I was home my cock was hard again, as I imagined little Tyler,.my little man, lying on those mats up there -- naked, playing with his cocklet, dreaming of me.