Date: Tue, 13 Mar 2007 16:29:46 -0600 From: Charles Hughes Subject: Tyler Becomes a Man - Chapter 7 (A/b oral anal) The story is completely fictional, involving, at this point, sexual contact between an adult and a pre-teen. If you aren't 18 or if it's illegal for you to read this sort of thing, you must leave. Copyright 2007 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. If you wish to copy this, just ask, please. I'll try to answer all emails: the.empty.room@hotmail.com Tyler Becomes a Man - Chapter 7 With mid-July approaching, working in the garage was not pleasant, but it had become nothing but storage space, and I needed a place to put my car. We both had our shirts off; Tyler was wearing a pair of shorts, and I was in jeans. The collection of empty water bottles was growing. "These two go out into the alley, and that's it!" I said. "Can't take much more of this heat today." We got the boxes of junk out, and I leaned back onto the fence, wiping the sweat from my forehead. I looked over at my young helper. Tyler almost glistened in the sunlight, with beads of moisture highlighting the smooth and curved surfaces of his 12-year-old body. For the last couple of days, we had followed the same routine: an hour or so of work followed by a shower, with the rest of the afternoon spent on my new king-sized bed. We had been separated for five years, and I was reaquainting myself with every part of his beautiful body. As we went back into the yard, I saw Tyler glance over at the old workshed. "I got that cleaned out last week, honey." Then I saw his grin and realized that we had been thinking of two different things. "That's the first place you sucked me, Chuck," he said. "Come on, let's do it again." I could hardly refuse the invitation, so we entered by the side door. It was sweltering inside, and it took a moment for our eyes to adjust to the darkness. "Over there," Tyler said, pointing, and he walked over to the long workbench. "You remember it -- you even remember where?" I asked, as I followed him. "Up here on the counter. Sure I remember. How could I forget the first time I got my dick sucked? Even if I was seven." He dropped his shorts to the floor and his briefs followed. Standing naked in front of me was the 12-year-old version of the sweet little lover I'd introduced to sex in that very spot. My clothes were soon on the floor, and we stood enjoying each other's nakedness in the semi-darkness. It was not too dark, however, to hide two hard cocks. I picked him up under his arms and sat him on the countertop. He put his feet on the counter and spread his knees; his dick was 4 hard inches, and it was bouncing as it throbbed in anticipation. I spread his knees just a bit farther apart and looked at the treasure between his legs. There was still not a hair to be seen around his dick and balls. I cupped his balls in my hand as leaned in to suck his cockhead into my mouth. "Oh, yeah, Chuck..like that.. I used my other hand to hold his cock in front of me, and I licked his shaft up and down, holding his balls up so my tongue could treat them, as well. He was damp with sweat, and he smelled like just what he was - a hot, sexy pre-teen pumped up for action. I pushed my head at him enough to make him lean back just a bit, then, with his cock still in my mouth, I rolled my finger around in his sweat and slid it under his crotch, back into his crack. He moaned as I spread the moisture over his pucker. I sucked slowly as I felt his tight hole flex against my finger. I was moving my finger in little circles, preparing to open him just a little, when I realized he just couldn't take any more. I felt his gut tighten as he shoved his dick at me more frantically. "Oh fuck yeah...gotta cum...oh oh...cum cuuuummm..." His boyhood spurted his young cream into my mouth -- the most delicious treat ever. My finger kept moving, and I continued sucking until his pleasure faded away. As I stood up, he threw his arms around my neck, as much to hold himself up as anything else. I kissed his lips lightly, and he opened for my tongue. We loved sharing the taste of him, and he loved licking the last of his cum out of my mouth. I held him against me until he relaxed, then we dressed and went back into the house. We didn't even go into the bedroom; we just stripped in the hallway and got into the shower together. Our shower was slow, and we cleaned each other off gently. After I dried him off, I picked him up like a baby and carried him into the bedroom, placing him on my bed. He loved to be carried there. We cuddled for a little bit, recovering from the heat and the work. My hand caressed one of his round asscheeks, and he played with one of my nipples. "Chuck...before, when I was little. You showed me how to play with my hole. I remember once you spent so much time looking at me back there, and then you licked me... Chuck, were you thinking about fucking me?" The sweet boy was learning how to be a man, all right. "I was, honey. Yes." "Why didn't you?" he asked. "Because you were way too little, Tyler. I was afraid I'd hurt you; I didn't even know how to try without hurting you. And I wasn't going to do that." "I'm not little now, Chuck," he whispered. He raised his head and looked at me. "Please, Chuck. I want to know how it feels to have you inside there." "Oh, honey...God, I want you so bad! I'll have to get you ready. I mean, there are things we can do to get you ready to take me without it hurting too much." I stroked his cheek. "Then get me ready, Chuck. Please." I told him we might not be able to today. I explained how we could stretch his hole and that it might take several tries at stretching him before he could take me. He was eager to get started; he was almost bouncing on the bed in anticipation. I got him on all fours, then pressed his shoulders onto the bed so his ass was sticking up in front of my face. I remembered how delightful it had been to feast on that little boybutt years before. And here it was now, just as beautiful, just as round and smooth. I kissed his cheeks while my hands spread his ass open. It was there waiting for me, that little pink/brown hole, that secret entrance to his body I'd make love to with my lips years ago. I kissed it now, and it flexed. Tyler whimpered; it was the same sound he had made as a little boy when I had done the same thing. I licked at his hole and tasted the cleanness from our shower, the musk from his boyflesh, the warm moisture of his hidden place. I played with his hole with my tongue for a while before pointing it and pressing. His hole flexed for me. His ring pinched at the tip of my tongue, resisting. I lapped over his hole again and again, then pressed one more time. This time his ring was not as resistant, almost as though my tongue were a friend who could be trusted and welcomed. I could taste him now. I had hardly opened him, but I had moistened him well. I told him to lay on his belly now, and I got the bottle of lube I kept in the drawer next to the bed. I let a few drops land at the top of his crack, and he shook with the sensation of its coldness. I used my finger to work it down into his crack, down around his hole. "Now just relax down there, honey. I'll open you with my finger. You'll automatically tighten; you can't help that. Just try to keep relaxed..." I kept talking to him quietly as my finger circled around his entrance, pressing it open a bit, then a bit more. The heat from his ring was helping spread the lube around and ahead of my finger. I pressed, and he grunted a little. And I felt the tip of my finger fully surrounded by boyflesh, by the tight hole resisting this newcomer. "That's good, honey. You're doing fine. If it begins to hurt a little, tell me, and I'll stop." "No, no, don't stop..." His voice was deeper, breathy. "Ohhh..." His tone was virtually begging me to open him fully, to take his virginity. I carefully dribbled a little more lube around my finger and worked it inside him. My finger was slowly entering...I could feel his inner ring bite against my finger. I pressed the edges of that ring all around, flexing it, coaxing it, and finally I slipped inside. I held my finger inside him and relished the feel of him. "Mmmm...yes...more, Chuck...I can take it..." I slowly worked my finger around and down. His insides were moist and warm, and so very smooth. I moaned a little myself, and my cock strained at its own flesh; I was inside him. I finger moved. And soon I was as fully buried as I could get. I circled and pulled against the sides of his hole, slowly widening him. After a little while, I said, "I'm going to use a little more lube now, honey, and work in a second finger. It'll be tight; you tell me if you want me to stop." My second finger had to struggle to open him enough, and he moved his ass with little moans as it finally slid through. I continued to talk to him quietly. "You're such a lovely boy, honey. So beautiful, so sexy. So sweet. There's no part of you I don't love to touch, to kiss, to taste." He sighed deeply. "Are you okay, Tyler?" "Mmmm...oh yea....don't stop please don't...stop..." Now I had two fingers to use to spread his hole. I think my hot little lover had been playing with his ass on his own, doing a little of his own preparation. I splayed the fingers apart inside him, spreading the chute into which I wanted to travel. I took a long time doing it, and Tyler gently swayed with the movement I was making inside him. I had almost decided it was enough for one day, but I thought I would just try a third finger. His assring opened for it willingly, but, as it widened the diameter of the tunnel I was creating, I stretching it so much that I was not sure I should continue. There was no objection from Tyler, however, so I slowly moved the third finger in all the way and turned all three fingers around in him. I turned and twisted my fingers slowly, watching them move the lube around as some of it oozed out of his hole. He felt so smooth, so warm. I loved just the thought that my fingers were pleasuring him in a way he'd never known before. I slowly began to pull them up, then pressed in gently. What a wildly beautiful sight. Again, but pulling them up a little more. I began a slow gentle fuck motion, moving in and out of his lovely butt. He tensed only once but said nothing. He sighed as his boyhole became accustomed to allowing entrance. Slowly, in and out. I could hardly stand the tension inside my own body; I had wanted this so much, and for so long. I realized I had been whispering Tyler's name as my fingers fucked him. Did I dare try it now? Not sure if my lust for him had gotten the best of me, I said, "Tyler, honey, I'm going to try to get my cock in now, baby. Don't let me hurt you. Tell me to stop if you need to." That newer, deepened voice, filled with his own kind of lust, whispered, "Fuck me, Chuck...fuck me..." I raised up and positioned my cockhead. I had to take a deep breath and clench, or I would have cum the moment the lips of my cockhead kissed his hot, wet, hole. I pushed gently, then a little harder. I could see my cock pressing aside the edges of his flesh. I pressed, his hole gave a little more, slowly, reluctantly. How incredibly hypnotic, watching my wet cockhead so very slowly move his flesh aside. My cockhead was about half way in. I had to grit my teeth to resist the urge to shove and ram my cock in until there was no more depth for it, to storm his boyass with my battering ram. I shuttered with the effort to control myself. His sounds were a little louder now, a little sharper. Had the time come to stop for now? But he was saying nothing of the sort, he was not pulling his ass away from me. I suddenly realized that, in fact, he had begun to slowly press back toward me. I put my hands on his hips and increased the pressure. I could feel the sensation as my cockhead slid along, spreading his ring just a little more. "OH! OOOO!" Tyler raised his head a bit as he gasped in pain. His ring had snapped over the crown of my cockhead! I was inside. His ass had captured the head of my hard cock! The heat of his ass surged into the thin skin of my cockhead and flashed up my shaft. "Oh god! Oh, honey! I'm in, baby. It's okay. Just hold still a minute, and it will go away. I won't move, Tyler. You'll get used to it. Just breath in and out slowly..." I realized I was talking to myself as much as I was to him. The urge to ram deep was almost overwhelming. "Breathe slowly..." After a few moments I said, "I'm going to slide in a little more, honey. Tell me if you want me to stop." And I pushed gently. There was not the resistence I had felt before, but I closed my eyes, and I could almost see the dark, soft flesh inside him parting, opening wider for the first cock that ever dared enter this way. Parting to make room for the insistent cockhead, the smooth shaft. Parting to somehow, in some way, make room for the manhood invading this boy... Then I stopped. I opened my eyes and realized that my pubic hair was pressed into his ass. I was in -- my god -- I was in as far as I could go! "Tyler..." And now it was my voice that was deeper and breathy. "Baby, I'm in. My cock's all the way in. Let's just hold still, honey, get used to it..." I could hardly continue. My cock was held tight on all sides by boyflesh, by my Tyler's body, holding me, holding me, warming my cock almost more than I could bear. I began to move slowly, a little out and a little in. Tyler realized immediately what was happening. "Yea...oh fuck me...do it now...fuck..." I increased the length of my stroke, in and out, until only my cockhead was still inside. I rested for a moment deep inside him, then began fucking again. I gradually increased the speed of my movement this time as I inceased the length of my stroke. His grunts when I hit bottom encouraged me, and I fucked with all the desperate need of man inside his lover for the first time. He began to move with my strokes, pushing back at me with each fuck, panting hard with the desperate need of a virgin boy giving his cherry to his lover. "Uh...uh...oooo yes...fuck me...fuck..o god fuck me...!" We were both speaking, both moaning, both grunting. It was impossible to separate the sounds into meaning. Sounds and movement became more rapid, and I knew I would very soon leave my seed inside my lover for the first time. My gut was writhing against itself, twisting inside, when the release suddenly happened, making my cock thrash inside him with fury. "Awww...fuck baby...cummmin...awwww....yeaaa...." I was virtually screaming my extasy, feeling my cock thrash in his tight ass, my juice rushing up my shaft and out my cocklips to empty into a place that had never known the cum of a man before. I fed him, I poured myself out in him, for him...oh fuck...I came again, again. It felt like the longest, hardest cum I'd ever had. I shot hard, my cum surely going deep inside, once, twice, three... After that, there was one long tremendous sensation I'd never experienced before. So much pleasure and pain as every nerve of my body shared the explosion of my cock... Whether it lasted a long time or was over in a moment, I have no idea. There was no time. For those moments, time simply had no meaning. Finally, poor Tyler collpased onto the bed, and I fell with him. I was on top, my cock still inside the sweet ass. "No, no, don't take it out, please, leave it, leave it in!" I completely covered him with my body. We lay there, every nerve of our bodies still tingling. But I couldn't stay in longer. He was just so full of my cum, my cock, still a bit hard, slid a bit, then was shoved out by the muscles inside him. My wet dick lay against the inside of his thighs, just below the no-longer-virgin ass. Eventually I rolled off him. His body must ache, the position I'd had him in for so long. But he lay there, his face toward me, with the most angelic look on his face. My sweet boy. He smiled. We remained silent for a while, as though we knew that this almost holy moment between us should not be broken yet. "That was..." he started in a whisper. "Thank you, Chuck. Oh my god, that was the best thing ever." "It didn't hurt too much...?" I started. "It hurt for a little bit. But then it felt so different, so good. I can't...You were just so ...big in me." He was quiet for a moment. "You came hard, didn't you?" "Fuck, honey," I said. "I about blasted my balls inside out. You are such a hottie. But, no. That's not why. No, the reason --" and I stroked his soft cheek -- "the reason is that I love you, Tyler. More than ever." "You really do, don't you?" And he lay his hand on mine in his cheek, moved it to his mouth and kissed my palm. "You really do love me. I never forgot you, you know. I kept loving you. And when you opened the door that day when I first came over..." "I know, sweetheart," I smiled. "It was like you never left at all." "Yes," he said, simply. "Yes." He wiggled his butt a little. "I'm wet back there." I moved my hand down to his ass and curved my palm over it, sliding two fingers down along his crack, curled them inward, and dragged them up past his hole. They were covered with my cum, leaking out of him. I told him what it was, and he smiled. How many 12-year-olds are lucky enough to have their butts pumped full with a man's cum? But then, how many 20-year-olds are lucky enough to have a 12-year-old beauty to love? It like he was reading my mind, but not quite certain what it meant. "Chuck, do you like women, or just men?" "Of the two, I'd have to choose men, my little man," I said. He smiled. "But it seems I've found out something I've wondered about for a while. I've found out that I like boys. You spoiled me forever, sweet Tyler. You captured me when you were seven, and I never got away. I'm caught." He giggled, and for a moment the sound was just like that delightful sound I loved five years before. No. It, in fact, was that very same sound. The happiness of my little man. "Yeah," and he snuggled in closer to me. "You're caught. I love you, Chuck." And then silence, but for the sweet sound of his breath close to me. We fell asleep as the late afternoon sun streamed in the window.