Date: Wed, 07 Mar 2007 10:08:36 -0600
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tyler Becomes a Man - Chapter 4   (t/b A/b oral anal)

This chapter includes some urination.  It continues the story of a teen
and young boy; other chapters will be about an adult and a preteen.  If
you are not of legal age, or if for any reason it's illegal for you to
read this story, you may not continue.

Copyright 2007 by Charles Hughes, all rights reserved.

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Tyler Becomes a Man - Chapter 4

I woke up hard.  I knew I'd been dreaming of my boy, my Tyler.  Fuck,
there must be something really wrong with me.  Okay, so I'm gay.  But
little boys?  A seven-year-old?  I rolled over onto my dick and fucked it
a couple of times into the mattress.  I sighed, got out of bed, and
looked at my naked 15-year-old reflection in the mirror.  My cock didn't
look that small in comparison to the rest of me.  I toyed with a nipple
with one hand, and my other hand brushed the few hairs growing above my
hard cock.

For the last few weeks I had had more sex than I'd ever had in my life
before.  I suppose I had as much -- or more -- sex with my own hands as I
did before.  Little Tyler had me sexed up, all right.  But then, there
were also the games he and I played when we were together.  In our shed,
in my bedroom, in his treehouse.  On those days when we were together I
had no idea how many times I'd cum between my young lover and my hand.  I
thought about sex constantly, and I could hardly keep my hands off my
cock or ass when I lay in bed at night or stood in the shower.  I grinned
at the young stud in my mirror.  "Having fun are we?"

My folks had already left for work, so I went into the kitchen for
something to eat.  I laughed when I saw little Tyler sitting on the stone
bench at the far end of the yard, waiting for me.  I opened the door and
waved him in.  He came bounding across the yard and grabbed me for a big
hug around my waist.

"Morning, little man.  What are you doing out there so early?"

"Early?  It's not early.  I thought you were never going to come out," he
said.

I glanced at the clock and saw that, in fact, I had overslept.  So, I'd
have brunch instead of breakfast.

"Want some scrambled eggs, Tyler?"

"Yeah, great.  I'm hungry."

"Didn't you eat breakfast, honey?"

"Yeah, but that that a long time ago.  My mom gets me up before she goes
to work, and she leaves early."

"Tyler, do your folks just let you stay at home all by yourself when
they're working?"

"It's okay.  I keep the front door locked and don't answer it, and if
anybody calls on the phone I tell them my mom is in the bathtub."  He
giggled at the little lie he was prepared to tell.

"Honey, I don't know..." I began.  But it wasn't really any of my
business.  He was here, he was okay.  We spent a lot of time together
during the summer days, and I could make sure he stayed okay.

By the time the eggs were done, I had milk, orange juice and toast on the
table, and we sat down to eat.  We were silent, but we looked up and
smiled at each other between bites.

When I had the dishes in the dishwasher, I told Tyler I hadn't showered
yet.  I grinned when he said he hadn't either.  We stripped in the
bathroom and, like two vain little girls, we stood in front of the mirror
and admired ourselves.  Tyler had a much better tan than I did, and the
whiteness of his groin and butt looked like skin-tight sheer shorts.  I
tickled him under his armpits, and he jerked back and giggled.  His
wiggling made his little cocklet bounce.

"Come on, little man -- showertime."

I had just gotten the water temperature right on my back, and Tyler,
standing in front of me, said, "Uh oh..."

"What, honey?"

"I gotta peepee."

"It's okay, honey.  You can do it in here.  But like this, okay?"  Where
on earth had I gotten this idea?

I stood him closer to me and had him point his dick up.

"Peepee on me, Tyler, on my dick.  I want to see what it feels like."

He grinned like a little imp.  Apparently he liked peeing as much as most
boys do -- though they're never supposed to.  He looked down at his tiny
hose and it dribbled a few drops.  Then a stream began, and he pointed it
directly up on my cock. I stood a little closer and crouched down a
little so his pee could hit me more easily.

His warm water washed over me so quickly I was shocked at the pleasure I
felt spreading out from my groin.  His pee moved a bit to hit my balls,
and I jumped.  He aimed it a little higher, and without even thinking I
got down on my knees so his stream was hitting my chest.  Feeling his
boypiss wash across me and drain down my body to drip off my balls was so
unexpectedly erotic.  I ran my hands over my chest and belly, washing
myself with his pee.

When the stream became a dribble again, I became a little embarrassed at
my behavior until I looked into Tyler's face.  His eyes were wide with
delight, his mouth open in awe.  He stood perfectly still for a moment,
his hand still holding his soft little dick.

"Oh...Me!  Me!  Do me, now, Chuck, please."

Easier said than done, because I was as hard as a rock.  And the thought
of washing my little lover with my own piss only made my cock throb.  I
stood, and he put his hands on my hips, waiting.  I had to ask him to
stand back just a bit and give me a minute.

I didn't dribble.  I suddenly shot a hard stream directly onto his
chest.  He squealed and raised his hands to his chest, rubbing my piss
around and over his nipples.  I moved my spray down onto his belly, and
he actually giggled as it hit the sensitive places around the tops of his
thighs.  Then I washed his cocklet.  I could hardly believe what a turnon
it was to see my piss cover his little privates and run down his brown
thighs.

He held his hands out to catch some of my piss and splashed it onto his
chest again, giggling and playing as if my cock were the showerhead
bathing him.  I didn't know what surprized me most -- the pleasure I was
receiving from washing him this way or the pleasure he was receiving from
playing in my piss.

When my stream weakened, then stopped, he through his arms around me at
my waist and hugged.  My cock harden along his cheek.  He turned his face
and licked at the shaft, and I was fully stiff again.  It was only then I
realized that I was panting strongly.

"Honey...Tyler, we better...get that shower, you think?"

I let him soap me good, as he reached up for my chest.  He rubbed the
soap suds all around my cock and balls.  I was still in amazement of the
play that that just happened.  Then, just as though he were a mother who
was washing a little boy in the shower, he turned me around and sudsed my
back and ass.  I could hear him giggle as he washed into my crack.

When it was my turn, I was so horny for my little lover, I sudsed him
quickly, though I was sure to give his cocklet and ass the attention they
deserved.  We dried off and went, naked, into my bedroom.

Tyler jumped into the middle of my bed, still unmade from the night
before.  I tumbled in beside him, and we closed our arms around each
other and just lay there holding each other for a while.  He smelled so
wonderful.  Fresh from the shower, his smooth skin almost gleamed in the
sunlight coming in through the window.  I couldn't resist placing my nose
just barely above his chest and smelling him.  He giggled, realizing what
I was doing.

I raised his arm, intending to get some more giggles out of him, but when
I placed my nose into his little armpits his scent seemed to overcome
me.  I licked that warm place.  Instead of giggling, he sighed with
pleasure.  I kissed him there, then sucked gently at that little hollow
under his shoulder.  His skin there was soft and smooth.  I had never
suspected such a place could be so wonderful.  I'd discovered another
place where a little boy could be pleasured.

When I lay back on the bed, he sat up on one elbow.  "Now me," he said.

He moved my arm up and nuzzled his face into my armpit.  When I felt his
warm breath there, my cock lurched with excitement.  He kissed, then
licked tentatively.  I wondered if he would not like the few hairs I had
starting there.  He licked more vigorously, then sucked.  He seemed to be
wild for a moment, and I groaned at this unexpected treat.  He sat up on
his knees and stroked his fingers along my now-damp pit.

"Why does that feel do good like that, Chuck?  It doesn't tickle like it
usually does."

"I don't know Tyler.  I suppose...well, I just don't know.  Maybe when a
guy is really, really turned on, that's what makes the difference.  It
was sweet, honey, what you did.  I liked it, too."

He smiled at that, then lay against me as I brought my arm down and
around him.  He was on his side, and, as usual he played with my nipple
with the tips of his finger.  We lay there, enjoying each other.  He took
the point of my hardened nipple and pulled it a little, watching it snap
back.  I looked down at his lovely body.

"You call me your little man," Tyler said.

"Yes.  You're a little boy, honey, but you're my little man, too."

"But I'm not really a man yet, am I?  You're teaching me about being a
man."

"Yeah.  And I've never had a better student -- of all the little boys
I've taught, you're the best."

His eyes opened wide in surprise.  Then he laughed.  "You're teasing
me!  You don't have any other little boys!"

"No," I laughed with him, "and I don't want any others.  You're the only
one I want."

Tyler sighed, then raised up and scooted down in the bed a little to
examine my hard cock more closely.  He ran his warm hand lightly up and
down my shaft, watching the skin move with his hand.  He traced the crown
of my cockhead with a finger, then touched the drop of precum there,
grinning at me as he licked it from his finger.  He turned his attention
to my cock again, and two little fingers pulled at the roll of skin under
my cockhead.

"Why is this here, Chuck?  It's different from the rest of it."

I told him I had been circumcized and explained what that was and why it
was done.  I pointed out that his own little dick had a tiny roll of
skin, too.

He had crossed his legs, and he moved both hands to his dick, using two
fingers to feel the roll of skin.  He had frowned a little when I had
talked about "cutting."  It was a picture of a very sexy little boy --
shoulders hunched, his little belly rounded, his mind focussed on the
little dick held between the fingers of both hands, rolling his dick
around enough that it stiffened noticeably.

"Did it hurt, Chuck?"

"I don't remember, little man.  I was just a baby - you were, too.  I
don't know.  I suppose so."

He moved back to my cock then, and played with the skin a bit.  Then he
moved his hand down to my balls.  We'd talked about balls before.  He
rubbed them lightly, moving his face closer to watch.  I loved the smile
on his pretty face as he toyed with me. I could feel his breath on my
ballsac.

When he sat up, he had a more serious look on his face.  "What you did
yesterday, when you touched me...you know..."

"On your hole?"  I offered.

"Yeah.  My hole.  Why did that feel so good?  Isn't it dirty -- I mean,
it's my poop hole."

"I don't know why it feels good, honey; it just know it does.  I play
with my hole a lot when I jack off.  And it could be dirty, I guess, but
you and I keep ourselves clean, don't we?"

"You kissed it.  And licked it."

"Yes, because I liked it.  I like you.  I just wanted to do that, I
guess.  You feel so nice back there, Tyler."

"You made me feel so good, Chuck.  I did it last night, too."  He
giggled.  "No, I don't mean I kissed it -- I couldn't do that,
silly!  But I rubbed it.  I licked my finger first, just like you
did.  It feels...it makes me feel..."  He couldn't find a word.

He gave up on the search to find a word and asked, "So now can I touch
you?  Let me see you there, Chuck."

I grinned at him, rolled over onto my belly, spread my legs, and pulled
one leg up at the knee to give him a better access.  He disappeared from
view and he moved to look.

"It's...kind of pink.  A really little hole in the middle."

I could feel a soft touch, and I shuttered at the sensation.  His touch
returned with a wet finger, and he rubbed my hole in circles.

"Is that good, Chuck?"  he asked.

"Oh, honey, yes.  It's so very nice."  The slow circles continued, and I
made my hole flex for him.

He giggled.  "Look!  Look!  I'ts moving.  It's like it's trying to
talk."  Another giggle.  "Is it a little mouth?  What's it saying?  I
know what...it's saying, 'Kiss me!'"

I felt his kiss on me there.  My hole reflexively tightened.  I relaxed,
and he kissed me again.  He warmth of his breath moistened my crack.  I
wondered if he would...  And then he did.  He licked it.  I shook with
pleasure as his tiny tongue passed over my hole, then again.  He licked
as though he were licking an ice cream cone, up and down, over and
over.  It was almost more than I could take.

He moved back into my vision again as he sat up on his knees.  God, he
was beautiful.  Standing, kneeling, lying down -- he was simply
beautiful.  He lay back down beside me.  I had to have him.

I sat up and positioned myself between his legs.  I placed my hands on
his hips and pulled him up and close to me.  His legs fell open,
spreading his little ass.  His back was almost perpendicular to the bed;
his shoulders rested on the mattress; his face looked up at me with the
expectation of a treat and the trust of a lover.

I looked down at my lovely little man as I held him in my hands in front
of me.  There in my hands, between those spread legs, lay an open crack
revealing his tiny hole, the secret entrance to his body.  Just above it
were his two tiny balls, little marbles of flesh.  And above them, his
cocklet, now stiff, swung freely in the air.  I was holding in my hands a
cup filled to the brim with boy pleasure.  I was holding a bowl, a plate
full of delicious boy.  Right in front of me: a serving of sweet boy.

I lowered my face and inhaled his scent.  It went straight to my
brain.  I buried my nose in his flesh between his hole and his balls,
then slid it down to his precious hole.  I kissed it and licked it.  I
pressed my lips around it and sucked on it.  I pointed my tongue and
entered him, poking and pushing into his body.  I sucked and pressed and
inhaled his wonderful musk.  His groans grew louder as my ministrations
to his sex increased.

I moved my face up to lick and nurse on those tiny balls.  I treated them
tenderly; they promised so many wonderful things for my little man.  I
lowered him onto the bed and let his stiff peter slide into my mouth.  A
tasty dessert to the meal of boy I'd just enjoyed.  He gasped as I took
it in, wrapping my tongue around it, sucking, pushing, pulling.  I was
filled with such lust for my little man, my sweet boy.

I slowed my sucking of him to allow him to enjoy the sensation before his
explosion.  His moans became whimpers of pleasure, increasing in volumn
and rhythm with my tongue on his dickhead.  I could feel his hands on the
back of my head, holding me to himself.  I increased my sucking, moving
up and down more rapidly.

"Ooooooo...Chuck...oooo...aaaa..."

I knew his boy orgasm was near when I felt his hands clench into my hair,
pulling my face hard into him.  He shoved himself to me, his movements
revealing his urgency.  His sounds were now grunts, and I recognized
them, the sounds of a little boy on the verge of a sexual explosion.  And
then his dick thrashed inside my mouth once, twice, three times.

"Ahhhhh...Uhhhh....Chuuuuuuck..."

My sweet boy, my little man, had come, at least as much as a
seven-year-old could.  I sucked more slowly as he relaxed, then let his
soft dick fall from my mouth.  I crawled up next to him and lay my hand
on his belly.  He was breathing rapidly and making a long, low sound of
pleasure I had not heard before.

Finally, after a long pleasant silence, he sat up, kissing my cheek on
the way.  He took my cock in his hands and slowly pumped it.  My cockhead
was a deep dark red, and I knew it would not be long.

"I want to see it squirt this time, Chuck," he said quietly.  "I want to
watch it.  It's so awesome."

"And it won't be long, sweetheart...oh my god, honey..."

I had my head up, watching, and it began without any warning at all.  I
blasted a hard shot of cum straight up, and it landed in his hair.  He
waited for one more shot, which landed on his lips, then placed my
cockhead at the entrance of his mouth.  I shot several more times
directly into his mouth, and I watched his soft throat constrict and
relax as he swallowed it.  I moaned as the last of my cream oozed out
into his mouth, and I dropped my head back to the pillow, closing my eyes
in exhaustion.

He lay his weight on me gently, and I felt his cum-covered lips on
mine.  We kissed, and I licked my own cum from his mouth, swallowing part
of it and feeding the rest of it back to him.  The cum from his lips now
covered mine, too, and we kissed more passionately than I would have
thought a teenager and a little boy could.

We fell apart to get our breath.  My god, what a sweet child!

"I love you, Chuck," came his little voice next to my ear.

"I love you, honey.  Oh, God, I love you, Tyler, and I think I always
will."