Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2007 15:11:12 -0500 From: Charles Hughes Subject: Tyler Becomes a Man - Chapter 9 (A/b/b oral anal) The story is completely fiction and continues the developing relationship between an adult and a preteen and, beginning in this chapter, a young boy. If it is illegal for you to read such material, you are to leave. now. Copyright 2007 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. If you wish to copy the story, please, just ask. I will try to respond to all emails, because reader reaction is important to me: the.empty.room@hotmail.com Tyler Becomes a Man - Chapter 9 When Tyler and his new friend arrived on Saturday, I wasn't quite sure what to expect or what would happen. I decided to loosen up and just see. Little Paul was one of the cutest boys I've ever seen. Tyler remained Number 1, but Paul was pretty close. He was smaller than I expected a 10-year-old boy to be, but that could have been because of his Asian heritage. And he was dark, as Tyler had said. Beautifully dark. There was just a sheen of sweat on his little arms and legs (the boys had biked over), and he looked like polished mahogany. His hair was as black as midnight, and his large eyes matched. He was one of the most polite boys I've ever met, too. Of course, he was in the home of a stranger, so he was watching his behavior. I had decided we would watch a movie for a while, so, after I'd brought some sodas out, we settled in. The boys were on a couch, and I was on the matching chair. Paul was fully engrossed in the movie, and I was fully engrossed in the boys. What a beautiful pair they made. Tyler, at 12, was larger and filling out as his teenage years approached. But Paul was still a child. Tyler was very tanned, but Paul was so much darker naturally. They were both wearing shorts. I was so familiar with those thighs Tyler was showing me -- I knew how they felt, how they tasted. And little Paul, in his innocence, had spread his legs so that I had a nice view of his dark inner thighs. I was hard. The boys had finished their sodas and set the cans aside. When they settled back, Tyler had his arm around Paul's shoulders. I was surprised at his boldness. But it was accepted; Paul moved himself a little closer to his older friend. In a few minutes, I was even more surprised when Tyler slid his other hand down into his lap and started to slowly run his fingers down the length of his cock. The growing bulge in his shorts was obvious. I'm sure Paul noticed -- there was no way he couldn't. Tyler was much more daring than I had expected. I wasn't sure but what we might have a problem soon. I was wrong. Little Paul moved his hand to his lap and copied Tyler's movements. I couldn't see well enough to see a bulge, but then a 10-year-old, at least one as small as this child, doesn't have much of one. But Paul was clearly enjoying himself. When Tyler moved his hand to unzip Paul's shorts, though, Paul looked up and him, then over at me. "It's okay, Paul," Tyler said quietly. "He a good friend. He doesn't mind. He understands." Tyler got Paul's shorts unzipped and reached in for his prize. I could see him smile at Paul when he made contact. "Me, too," came Paul's little voice. Amazing. Boys are much more ready to play than I expected. But then, I remembered Tyler at seven. He was the only boy I had known that way, and he had certainly been ready -- and eager. Paul needed a little help in unzipping Tyler's shorts, but his dark little hand went right in. He made a little sound as he found Tyler's hard dick waiting for him. I was so hard it was almost painful. But I was afraid if I pulled my cock out just yet it would be a mistake. "We're safe here," Tyler said to him. "We're not outside and nobody will see." With that, he pulled his shorts and briefs down to his ankles. My beautiful little man was so proud of his young manhood, standing tall for him. Paul looked over at me as Tyler pulled his shorts down, and I smiled. The tiniest of smiles appeared on his lips. Tyler pulled Paul's shorts completely off, then kicked his own to the floor. My breath was taken away at the beauty of Paul's ten-year-old body. His chest was still covered with his t-shirt, but from his bellybutton down he was completely naked. A little two and a half inch boydick stood out from his body. It was as dark as the rest of him. That dark little cocklet was absolutely beautiful. "Paul's not cut," Tyler said. He was speaking to me, but he was looking at Paul's dick in his hand. "See? His dickhead still has some of the skin up around it." I took that as an invitation and moved my chair around just a bit to see them both better. I felt it was still too soon for me to do anything else. "Can I suck you now, Paul?" Tyler asked. Paul nodded, and he looked up at me shyly. I smiled, and he smiled back. Tyler went down on the child, and Paul winced just a bit. I would need to show Tyler how to handle an uncircumcized dick. But Paul then sighed a sweet, long, sound of satisfaction. Tyler's 12-year-old cock was standing up between his legs as Tyler bent to his playmate, bobbing. I moved, then. I sat carefully next to Tyler, with Paul on his other side. I just reached for the cock I love and gently thumbed his cockhead. He hummed in pleasure with Paul's dick in his mouth, and Paul moaned gently as the vibration pleasured him. After sucking for a while, it was obvious that Paul was near the edge. He was scooting around under Tyler's face, feeling a kind of urgency that was so new to him he was uncertain of it. He groaned, and then he began his dry cum. "Unh...unh...unnnnnnh!" The sweet sound of a boy overwhelmed by his experience of his own body filled the room. It was music. Tyler pulled away, but he kept his hand on Paul's little peter. Again, looking at Paul, he spoke to me. "Isn't it a great little dick, Chuck?" "It certainly is," I said quietly, almost afraid that my voice might break the spell between the boys. Paul looked over at me, and this time the smile he gave me was full and happy. Without a request, Paul leaned over to Tyler and licked at Tyler's cock, still in my hand. I let it go so the little boy could have this treasure all to himself. He licked slowly, obviously still a bit uncertain about what to do but, just as obviously, enjoying himself. I couldn't resist stroking Paul's soft shoulder. Tyler moaned at the sensation of the tiny tongue. I could see his cock throb, until little Paul opened his mouth, following the lead of his new friend, and tried to take the cockhead inside. It was almost too large. But he kept it right at the entrance to his mouth, apparently licking at Tyler's peehole, because Tyler's moans grew louder. "Don't...want to cum...yet, Paul," Tyler said, and he drew Tyler off of him. Paul looked disappointed, and Tyler leaned in to kiss him on the lips. The freedom these boys felt to be so open! But then, I remembered it was Tyler taking the lead, and I had been teaching him how to be a man for some time now. "I want to show you a man's dick," he said to Paul. He turned to me and started to unzip my pants. He saw that I was uncertain about it, so he said, quietly, "It's okay, Chuck." He didn't reach in for my cock; instead he pulled at my waistband. I raised up slightly, and he pulled my pants and my briefs to the floor. I was naked from the waist down in front of a little boy I had just met, and my cock was givng me away: I wanted anything and everything of what might follow. My cockhead was wet with precum. Tyler leaned back, and Paul scooted forward to get a better view. Tyler held my cock and turned it toward Paul, raised it, lowered it. He reached between my legs, which I opened for him, to show Paul my balls. It was as though he was showing a friend some favorite toy. Which, I suppose, he was. He started slowly stroking my cock. "See, Paul. Our's will be this big some day. Maybe bigger, Chuck says. And the balls, too. And look at all his hair." He ran his fingers through my pubic hair and pulled on it lightly. He knew how I loved that. And as Paul examined a mancock, I examined his boycock. So dark and tiny, yet so hard! I still had not seen his balls. His mahogany cocklet had my full attention. "But we can do better in the bedroom," Tyler said." He sat up and actually took both our hands and led us into the bedroom. Little Tyler is in charge today. My 12-year-old lover is blossoming. At the side of the bed, Tyler instructed, "We'll let Chuck take our t-shirts off." I reached for Tyler's first. I never tired of undressing the boy. I pulled his shirt up slowing, teasing myself; I knew exactly what would appear. I had looked and licked and kissed and sucked every inch of his boy chest. But it never failed to strike me as a truly awesome thing - a preteen's chest, smooth and tanned, the tight little nipples so excited at finally being revealed. I wanted to kiss Tyler, kiss him deeply, but the instructions had to do only with t-shirts. So I turned to little Paul. He looked so tiny next to me. My god, he was holding hands with Tyler now! He dropped his hand as I kneeled in front of him and reached for the bottom of his t-shirt. My cock was drimmping with precum now, and it was pointing at the sweet child. As I raised his t-shirt, the belly and chest of this beautiful child slowly appeared above his little stiffie. I glanced at Tyler, and he was looking at me, not Paul. He was anticipating my pleasure. Paul's dark belly was rounded, with some baby fat at his waist. His chest was so small. His little tits were almost invisible against his skin. When he raised his arms for me, the smoothness of his underarms made my cock lurch. "I'd like to put him up on the bed, Tyler," I said quietly. He nodded. I picked up little Paul; he seemed to light in my arms. But he was relaxed, smiling. I don't think it was because of me. I think it was because of his trust in his friend. That was sweet. I would do nothing to this child that would upset him. I lay him in the center of my big bed. His contrast with the whiteness of the sheets was startling. "He's really pretty, isn't he?" Tyler asked. "Yes," I said. And to Paul, "You really are a very good looking boy, a beautiful boy." Tyler crawled up on the bed and patted the spot next to him, where I was to sit. He then took off my shirt, and I was naked with two of the most enchanting boys in the world. He pushed against my chest to indicate that I was to lie back on the bed. "See?" Tyler was now speaking to Paul. "Rub his chest, here." I watched as Tyler's hand moved over my pecs, then Paul's warm little hand followed. "And like this," Tyler continued. He rubbed a nipple with one fingertip. I hummed my pleasure, then I hummed again as Paul's hand followed. I closed my eyes and Tyler's voice drifted away as I was aware of nothing, nothing at all, except the touch of two sets of fingers. One was soft and gentle, in control, assured, touching what those fingers had come to know very well. The other was soft and gentle, uncertain, searching, discovering something those fingers had simply never felt before. They explored my bellybutton, my pubic hair. I felt my cock lifted and my balls touched, petted, rolled gently. I felt fingers feeling the hair under my ballsac and between my legs. Then the fingers moved to my cock. I felt it would burst at any moment. Up and down the underside of it, lightly, agonizingly. Poking at my hard shaft. Moving the skin against the rod inside. Running around the crown. Barely touching the peehole. Slowly moving the precum around my cockhead. God, I finally had to beg Tyler to stop. I just couldn't take it any more. He simled at me, and I understood that his torture had been intentional. Tyler licked my cockhead, then offered it to little Paul. The touch of his warm lips was so light I hardly felt it. Tyler sucked once at my peehole, and Paul did the same. It was all I could do to keep from cumming all over his sweet face. They took turns licking and sucking, the shaft and the cockhead. I was moaning as though I were in pain. I'm not sure it wasn't pain. Watching their small mouths -- especially Paul's tiny lips -- on my cock was almost too much. For a few moments Tyler was sucking and licking on one side of my shaft and Paul on the other. But I understood that Tyler did not want to me cum yet, so I controlled it. I had to clench my eyes tight in pain and pleasure as I heard Tyler's voice. "Now I want you to see how a real man cums." And he started stroking my cock, from the base to the top of my shaft. He was stroking upward, never downward; we had practiced that way often. It didn't take long. "Uhhh...god...I'm...oooo... Unhhh...Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" My cum was long and hard. My body was racked with the intensity. My god, my sweet little man had brought me to a huge cum, one of the most pleasurable I'd ever had. And with a little audience, whose eyes were wide open, taking it all in. My cum shot high and dropped onto me, some landing on Tyler's arm. When it was over, I was so weak all I could do was lie there and watch them. Tyler amazed me. He raised his arm to his mouth and licked my cum away. It was only then that I realized there were several drops on Paul -- the contrast between his dark skin and my white jizz was all I could see for a moment. Then, with Tyler's encouragement, Paul raised his arm and licked. I could see him move my cum around in his mouth. Then he smiled shyly at me and licked the remainder. "Paul, you can jack me off now, and we'll let him rest a little." Without hesitation, Paul's little hand reached for Tyler's dick and began to stroke it. I wondered just how much more these two boys had been doing than what Tyler had led me to believe. I smiled to myself. Yes, My little man is growing up. I watched the dark little hand pump the cock I loved until the head was so red and huge I knew Tyler was holding it back. He had been resting back on his heels, but he then raised up as the tension inside his body took over. His groans became louder, then he sucked in his breath as he started to cum. "Yea...yea...cum, make me...cum..." His shots were beautiful. His cum had gradually become a little more white, and each time there was a little more of it. His shots were harder, and this time he shot his first spasm farther than I had ever seen before, all the way across to the edge of the bed! He shot wherever little Paul happened to be pointing Tyler's cock, so one shot landed on me and another on Tyler's chest. By the time Tyler was done, there was a healthy load on it on Paul's hand, too. Without a word, all three of us grinned as we licked the cum Tyler had shared with us. Tyler lay back, exhausted. The little director of our afternoon trist was off-duty for the present. I reached for Paul's tiny cocklet, hard from excitment of Tyler's cum, and Paul opened his legs to me. My fingers found his tiny little balls, which I still had not actually seen. I stroked his boydick lightly, then moved so I could suck him. Oh, how well I remembered the first time I had a boydick in my mouth! My sweet little Tyler, at the age of seven, surely had the most wonderful cocklet any boy ever had. I closed my eyes. I heard little Paul's moans of pleasure, and his sweet little dick thrashed arund in my mouth. As I remembered doing for Tyler, I used my tongue to rub his dick against the smoothness of the inside mf my cheeks. I pulled gently as I raked my tongue across the tiny peelips. And that was all it took. "Unhhh....unhhhhhhhhhh...oooooooo!" The sound of his pleasure filled the room again. His dick spasmed in my mouth once, twice, then again. I sucked gently until his moans quieted, then let his boyhood drop from my mouth. I lay back against the pillow to find Tyler smiling at me. We kissed, deeply. Then we slid apart just enough that little Paul could get between us -- a sweet child -- hard again!! -- sandwiched between two lovers. Paul was facing Tyler, one arm over Tyler's side. I raised up and could see that their dicks were pressing into each other. My cock nestled against the warm, soft crack of that little dark boyass. I reached over Paul to Tyler, resting my hand on his ass. I pulled us all close enough together that my finger could reach into Tyler's ass and play around his rosebud. The little boy in front of me smelled so sweet. The skin of his back was smooth against my chest. With the scent of boy in my nostrils and the touch of boyhole at my fingertip, I actually dozed off.