Date: Thu, 15 Mar 2007 12:27:25 -0600 From: Charles Hughes Subject: Tyler Becomes a Man - Chapter 8 (A/b oral anal urination) The story, completely fiction, develops the relationship between an adult and a preteen, including their sexual adventures together. If it is illegal for you to read such material, you are to leave now. Copyright 2007 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. If you would like to copy it, please, just ask. I try to answer all emails, and the response of readers is important to me: the.empty.room@hotmail.com Tyler Becomes a Man - Chapter 8 It wasn't exactly a routine, but we developed a way of handling our time so that we actually got some work done. We painted both the bedroom and my study after the garage was done. We also had plenty of time to sit at the kitchen table and talk as we ate. And we sure talked a lot in bed. Tyler was a wonderful boy, my little man -- curious, sharp, funny, intense, sensitive. He loved running around the house naked, and watching his 12-year-old body move and stretch and turn was enough to keep me hard most of the time. Watching his hard dick and his lovely globes of ass bounce -- it's a wonder I got any work done at all! He wanted to finish painting the dining room in the nude, but I told him that unless he wanted to scrape the dried paint off his cock it probably wasn't a good idea. After his first fuck (and he came to love the word), he could hardly get enough. He was sore but always eager for more. I had to pace our lovemaking, at least our fucking, until his ass became a little more comfortable with me. I was so happy that I had finally gotten into the body of this boy I'd loved since he was seven. And then he fucked me. I never asked, because I thought he might feel obligated. Of course, I wanted to feel his hard four-inch Tyler-dick in me. But one afternoon he asked me if I had been fucked, and I told him about my friends in college, especially the one I had been with my last year. "Yeah, but I mean by a boy. Like me," he said. "No, baby, I've never been fucked by a boy. Honey, I've never been with any boy except you." "Is it okay, Chuck...I mean, can I fuck you?" "Honey, oh god, I would love that." Tyler took charge. My little man became the supervisor there in the middle of my king-sized bed. He had me lie on my stomach while he got the lube from the drawer, then he spread my legs apart. He leaned in close to my ass first, spread my cheeks, and kissed my asshole. He licked me there, and I could have savored that sensation all night, but he was eager to fuck. "I know you don't have your cherry," he said -- he had learned to love a lot of the slang terms about sex -- "but I'm going to pretend you do, and I'm going to take your cherry with my big dick. My big man dick." He was grinning, poking fun at himself. I swear, this child is more self-assured that some teenagers! He moved to try different positions and finally wound up lying on me as I spread my ass cheeks for him. He got his boycock into position -- the touch of his cockhead on my hole sent shivers through me -- and pressed. I relaxed and opened for him. "Oooo, Chuck...I'm going in!" My ring snapped to hold his cockhead in, and his little dick just wouldn't go much further. He wiggled and moaned at the sensation of having his cockhead caught and completely surrounded with the heat. I flexed my asshole for him, and he gasped each time. He began to move more frantically, around and around and, as much as he was able, up and down. "Uhhhh....so good in you...fuck gonna cum, Chuck..." His low murmurs became louder gasps as his young cock spewed his boycum into me. "Oooooo so fucking good oh so yea o good...ahhhhhhh..." I nursed his cock with my ring as his pleasure mounted. I pictured his boydick spewing his young cum into me, and I felt the precum ooze out of my cock. Finally he was through, and he collapsed on me, his spent cock slipping out. How I wanted him to stay! I rolled over to stroke his back. He was developing so well. As he turned over, I let my hand remain on him and found a nipple to rub. He was still overwhelmed by it all. Finally he opened his eyes and asked, "Are you going to fuck me now, Chuck? Make love to me that way." I lay back and pulled him onto me, arranging him so that he was sitting on my belly, his legs straddling me. I pulled at his four inches; he was had again, so soon. My little man was a real stud! "This time you're in control," I said. I explained how he could sit on and ride my cock, and his eyes lit up at this new adventure. He raised himself up and stroked my cock a few times, smearing my precum up and down it. Then he positioned himself and slowly lowered his ass. I felt the heat of his boypussy against my cockhead. He lowered a bit more, tenitively testing the resistance, then, sucking his lower lip in to concentrate, he lowered more. I felt my cockhead slowly pressing his hole wider, his ring sliding slowly down my throbbing cockhead. His ring finally popped around the invader, holding my cock tightly just beneath the crown. "My cockhead's in, honey. You're doing fine. Just do what you want to, Tyler." I hadn't finished speaking before he had begun lowering himself more. I stared at the sight of my hard, wet cock disappearing as his smooth ass devoured it. Further and further down. He never stropped. Finally he was seated firmly on my pubic hair, my cock throbbing and fully buried in his young ass. He shuttered. Then he moaned, long and loud. "Oh....fuck! FUCK! So good...I love your cock in me! Oh FUCK!" He moved only slightly, seating himself more fully onto my cock, feeling the hardness of it holding his tunnel open. He threw back his head and closed his eyes, reveling in the sensation of our being held tightly together by my cock. When he threw back his arms and breathed deeply, my cock almost convulsed at the sight. His beautiful hairless body, fully impaled, every part of him enjoying it. His hard little nipples, his smooth underarms. His belly was taut and moved with his deep breaths. And his own cock, now stiff in delight. With his head still thrown back, he moved his hands to play for a moment with each of his nipples, teasing the hard little knots into a deep redness. Keeping one hand on a nipple and moving the other to his dick, stroking it slowly, he began to rise from me. As he slowly slid back down, he opened his eyes. There was such wonder in them at the discovery of the pleasure that could be experienced deep within a boy, the pleasure of which he was now completely in control. He rose a little further and fell a little harder. He grunted when he hit my pubes, but he continued to look into my eyes. I felt a little shutter in his insides, and he began to move more rapidly, up and down. "Fuck me, yes, fuck me, oh god, fuck...fuck...yes fuck..o fuck..." he chanted, never losing eye contact. He moved faster, and the sensation of the smooth walls of his tunnel passing over my cockhead and along my shaft caused me to breath deeply. I wanted to hold back for him, to let him enjoy his ride as long as possible. The sight of his thighs controling the motion of his body, his belly moving with his panting, and his hard cock bouncing up and down and yearning for flesh was almost more than I could take. But I kept eye contact with him as I reached down to hold his dick. I slowly thumbed his cockhead, but he was completely entranced by the fucking he was controling. Up and down, he rode with his eyes wide and his mouth open. His breathing was louder, each breath followed by a deep moan. "Honey...oh god...I'm going to cum...soon," I groaned. His response was to move more rapidly, and my cock fucked into him happily, then wildly. I was stroking his cock now, trying not to let it go in the throes of my own impending orgasm. "Cum...in...me...fuck...me..cum...in...me..." he chanted. His voice sent me over the edge. "Oh yes cumming oh fuck yes oh fuck ahhhhhhh..." I blasted my cum into him, cumming so hard I half rose as my gut clenched. It lasted forever, and it was over far too soon. I realized then that my hand held his own cum. He had cum with me. I raised it to his lips. He smiled and licked it off. He leaned in, careful to keep my cock inside him, and I raised up to meet him. We kissed deeply, and I could taste his cum. After lying there on each other for a while, I realized it was approaching time for him to leave. "Baby, I think we really need to shower off real quick before you go home. Between the cum and the sweat, we're both a mess." We went into the bathroom. I followed him, enthralled at the sight of his smooth ass bouncing behind him, the sweet ass I had just enjoyed. We got into the shower. Oh god, how I love this boy! "Chuck...?" he said. I looked over and saw the little impish grin, the ends of his mouth barely curved upward. He was suddenly a little boy again. "Chuck, I need to peepee." I laughed. "Okay, little stud. Aim and fire away." I stepped closer for him. His cocklips opened, and a small dribble appeared to be followed by a strong stream of his piss. He aimed for my belly, then lowered the stream to cover my cock, soak my hair, and roll down to cover my balls. The strange sensation of being caressed by his warm liquid caused my cock to wake again, rising soon to its fullness. He grinned when he saw his effect on me, and before his stream became too weak he moved it higher. I leaned in a bit. When he hit my nipples, they almost ached with pleasure. His stream fell and weakened. I had to wait on my cock for a minute before I could spray him back. Then I started on his chest, moving the stream slowly downward, hitting the still-hairless mound just above his cock. I could see the contrast between the yellow of my piss and the whiteness of his crotch. He turned around so I could wash his back, and the sight of my piss flowing down over his ass and into his crack slowed my stream as my cock wanted to rise again. I finished and turned him around for a long, deep kiss. We were silent as we washed each other, enjoying the feel of warm water, suds, and warm hands on our bodies. We were both fully hard as we dried off. "Suck me before I leave, Chuck, please?" We went back into the bedroom, and he sat on the edge of the bed, his legs spread. I kneeled in front of him and stroked his tanned thighs, then leaned in and sucked his four inches into my mouth in one breath. "Oh, yes," he sighed. My little man, my little stud, just could not get enough of sex. I sucked and licked him into a nice cum, getting the taste of him in my mouth again as my reward. We crawled up onto the bed for a quick cuddle before he had to get dressed. "Chuck, I want to tell you something." "Sure, Tyler," I said. "Don't be mad at me, okay? I mean...Well, see, there's this kid over where we live. Paul. He's from India. I mean, not him, but his folks are. He says he doesn't have any friends here because the other kids are mean to him. I think he means because his skin, you know? He's really dark. Well, I kind of got to feeling sorry for him, he's only 10, so I threw a baseball back and forth with him for a while, you know, that kind of stuff. And we went to the park over there." "Yeah," I said. "Well, I needed to pee. I mean, I really did. I wasn't pretending. And I didn't mind him watching me. So... Well, when I got done I got hard. So... Well, I asked him if he wanted to touch it. And then, uh, I got him to pull his pants down and got him hard. And, Chuck, I sucked him." The last was said quietly, with uncertainty about my response. "Did you give him a good dry cum?" I asked. He looked up at me. He grinned. "Yeah. You shoulda heard him. Boy, did he like it!" I smiled. "Good for you, honey. I'm proud of you." "You're not mad at me?" he asked. "Of course not, Tyler," I said, as we sat up and faced each other. "Tyler, you're a growing boy. You are excited about sex, curious about it, pleased with it. I'm glad you can share. And you know you must be careful." He nodded. "You're really not mad at me?" "Tyler, sweetheart." I put my arm around his bare shoulder. "I don't own you, honey. You do what boys do. That's to be expected. And don't you ever wonder whether or not I still love you. I love you, and I love the fact that you're growing up to become a fine young man." He hugged me. "I want to ask you something." "Okay, honey." "Well..." he started, then hesitated. "I mean, he, Paul, really liked it. You think maybe I could ask him over sometime? Over here? I mean, with us?" That caused me to pause. "Well, Tyler, you don't know that he would like what you and I do...he's so young, just 10..." "Yeah," he countered, "but I was only seven, and I loved it." "I suppose you can ask. But you only ask him to come with you to meet a good friend. You don't say anything about sex, understand?" He nodded. "And you let me...uh...see if he has any interest. We don't want to frighten him, and you don't want to lose him as a friend, right?" "Right," Tyler said. "He's...well, he's a nice little kid." We left it at that, but Tyler was apparently anxious to follow through. That evening, he called. "I saw him," he started. And I could hear some excitement in his voice. "We talked...I mean, I asked him. Saturday morning? Is Saturday morning okay for us to come over?" "Okay, honey. I'll see you -- and little Paul -- on Saturday."