Date: Mon, 22 Jun 2020 17:45:41 +0000 (UTC) From: Brent Unihibited Subject: Wedding Crasher; Chapter 1 All usual disclaimers apply. It is assumed you read them and abide by them, but we all know you won't, but that's on you now. LOL If it is not legal for you to read stories about boys experimenting sexually with men, then say farewell. If you want to read on then please do. This story contains material relating to a young boy age 9 and an adult or adults in sexual situations and contact. Please remember that Nifty can always use your help to make sure this site stays around and gives us an outlet and pleasure in reading. Please consider making a donation of any size: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html A midwest wedding in August is not my favorite event. It is hot, humid, and full of weirdness. Something about the humidity and temperature brings out the crazy in transplanted factory workers. I was determined to make the best of it, I brought my own 64oz bottle of Fireball to help me cope with the crazy. Other than the heat and humidity, it was a nice day for an outdoor wedding. An outdoor wedding in the summer in the midwest is hillbilly chic for we aint got enough money to book a air-conditioned venue. I will be glad it was outside and open. The wedding was in full swing and I was well on my way to finishing half my bottle of fireball when I spotted a little guy I had not noticed before now. I usually try not to scope out any boys while at social functions, especially if I am drinking, as the liquor makes me loose lipped and much bolder. This kid was different though. He was hard to ignore. Lanky, tan, brown hair and this white smile. He was walking around the backyard like he had been there a thousand times, he did not speak to anyone, a few moms in attendance kind of noticed him but just looked around to help identify who he belonged to. He seemed to just take all the festivities in with casual indifference. He was dodging the drunks with experience, I assumed he likely had a parent that was usually drunk because he seemed very adept at avoiding their stumbles and eyesight. I was sitting on the back deck, eating the finger food from the buffet set up in the garage, watching with intense interest. This kid did not come with any of the guests, he was dressed in a tank top and shorts, too casual to be an invited guest. He eventually made his way around to the garage and stood there, hesitating. I was not about to hesitate. I am not the most astute at reading situations, but this one was pretty obvious. This kid had just walked up from the neighborhood street and crashed the wedding. It also was not hard to deduce that he was hungry and just was looking for something to eat. As I approached him, I tried to be casual in my approach. I smiled at him when I passed and he smiled back. That smile could melt you even in the dead of winter. Straight teeth with one missing, bright white against his tan face. I couldn't focus on his mouth, his pump wet lips, his tongue that licked at his lips in anticipation of free food anymore without getting hard. I had to look away for a second. I was drawn to him though, I am not sure what it is, but many bl friends say the same, you know when you know; meaning when you see that one that is open to advances you kind of instinctively know. This kid was that. After looking away for a second, which is all the time I could stand not to look at him, I looked back at him by the entrance, still hesitating, but caught his gaze again. He knew I was curious about him. Likely he knew why I was interested in him, as most middle aged men would not give much notice to kids like him, but he met my gaze with the most beautiful of green eyes. I could not look away. I was frozen with lust. After a second or two and a nudge from behind me, I suddenly snapped out of it, and he was smiling at me, with that irresistible grin again. I motioned for him to get in line in front of me. He came right over and silently got in line and started to fill the plate I had given him as he got in line with everything from the buffet. I did at least try to tell him what each dish was and asked if he thought he would like it. I would find out there wasn't much this kid didn't like. Instinctively, when we were both through the line, I asked if he wanted to join me on the front porch. There were a few chairs there and a small table, but the party was mostly in the rear of the house. There were a few people going to and from their cars parked on the street, but for the most part, the front porch would provide the quieter and more private of conversation areas. He readily agreed, nodding his head in earnest. My friend, who's wedding it was, was looking at me like, where did you get a kid from? I just shrugged my shoulders and headed to the front porch with my new friend. My friend has no idea, and likely thought I was just being nice. I sat down and placed my food on the table. This beautiful creature sat across from me, intent on his plate, but the table was small, and his knees, those smooth dusty beautiful knees were touching mine. Good thing i was sitting down because I had an instant boner. He ate with abandon and in between bites I tried to elicit his story. My name is Brad, buddy, what is yours? Jackson sir, but everyone calls me Jaxy, he answered with a mouth full of meatball. I noticed he was easily understood with a mouthful and made a mental note for later if possible. So Jaxy, did you come to the wedding with anyone? No sir, I saw all the people and wondered what was going on, I live down the street and was walking by on my way to my friends house. Okay, is your friend or their parents expecting you? No, I was just going over to see if he was home, we sometimes play cars together, but I am not allowed to stay if his mom isn't home. Oh well thats probably a good practice. Do you mind if I ask you a few more questions Jaxy? I am just wanting to make a new friend and want to know as much about him as he will tell me. Nope, ask me anything! I could swear this kid was older than he looked by his responses, but I was sure going to try to get as much info as I could, even if it was to build a mental backstory for my spank bank. Okay Jaxy, you live in this neighborhood with your parents? Yep, I live with my Dad. He is drunk a lot, like some of these people here. He doesn't care what I do, as long as I am home to fix him dinner, and I haven't seen my Mom since she went to jail. Okay, a not so stable home life, I can work with that. How old are you Jaxy? I am 8, but I will be 9 in 2 months! I would have guessed him about 10 or 11. Jaxy was over 3 ft tall and weighed maybe 70 lbs. He was lanky with long arms and long legs, and you could tell through his clothes that he was skinny but muscular. His legs were tan and smooth, and there were a few darker colored scars on his lower legs, no doubt trophies from a boy adventure. He had the usual peach fuzz, but it was blonde from the sun and barely visible. And every so often his tank top would allow a peek at his chest and little nipples, still with a tiny little puffiness. When I asked him about being from the neighborhood, he had lifted his arms to point in the direction of his house, providing a clear glimpse at his naked boy pits, smooth and a little less tan than his arms. I love the smoothness and sensitivity of a boy with smooth pits. The taste is so much clearer and distinct, sweaty and sweet. Nice buddy! 8 going on 9, those are great ages for boys. I had only meant that at 8 and 9, boys start to assert some independence, curiosity, and adventurous spirit, but Jaxy just looked up from eating, smiled widely, and quickly winked at me. Yes sir, at my age I am experienced in a lot of stuff! That wink! I was thinking I was the player in this game, but I think I just got played by this adorable 8 year old. What the fudge?! In hindsight, what I said was rather telling, to anyone with bl or Mb experience. I found out later that Jaxy was quite experienced and knew exactly my true motive for befriending him. I was about done with this little second helping on my plate and was hot and starting to feel the effects of my half bottle. Jaxy was also about done having devoured everything on his plate. I asked, Jaxy would you like some cake now? No sir, I like ice-cream but not cake really. Oh, I think there are ice cream bars in the freezer inside. I am sure my friend wouldn't mind if you had one or more. Really?! I haven't had an ice cream bar in a long time, can I? Sure, lets go inside and I will look around in the basement deep freeze where they keep them. Okay, cool! Luckily, my friend didn't care or suspect anything if I were to be found with Jaxy in the basement. Their basement was finished out with a wet bar, large screen tv, and a pool table in a separate section divided by a wall that ran up the side of the stairs. There was also a utility room with the freezer and washer and dryer. Down the stairs we went, Jaxy bouncing in front of me, eager to get ice-cream. I couldn't blame him, I often was excited to indulge in ice-cream myself. I went to the utility room, Jaxy close behind. The basement was cool and quiet. You could hear the drunks and other guests on the back deck and in the yard, but it was muffled. I couldn't hear much else besides my own heartbeat, it was in my ears. I was nervous and excited at the same time. Jaxy could scream anytime and I likely would be caught with a half erection and a guilty look on my face. In the freezer were fudge pops and ice cream sandwiches. Jaxy opted for the fudge pop. He quickly ripped open the package and slowly and seductively put the fudge pop to his lips, encircling the tip with his tongue, and flicking his tongue on the tip of the pop. Okay, I have been played. This kid is way more experienced than I thought. Seeing him suck the fudge pop like that, and seeing his facial expressions when he did, eyes glossy, head tilted back a little, I now had a raging hard-on. Jaxy opened his eyes, looking at me, and winked again! I can do a trick with this, wanna see? he said. Duh, of course kid, show me! I responded. Jaxy took the fudge pop and deep throated the entire length of it, clear to his fingers on the stick. That is impressive kid! I said, my mouth watering. I can do that too, as I proceeded to mimic his technique. You must have lots of practice at that Brad, he said with a smile. Yes, yes I do. I like the big ones, but little ones are my favorite, I said and winked back at him. I have another trick I can do with this, Jaxy said. Okay! At this point it was clear where this was headed, to something sexual, and I was very very ready for that to happen. It had been a few years since I had any young friend contact and this kid was both willing and experienced it seemed. Jaxy headed over to the pool table. He was watching me without leaving my gaze as he slowly slipped his shorts down, revealing his boy boxers. I love all boy underwear. Boxers, briefs, briefs with cartoons, all of them. His boxers were blue plaid and the front was gapped open just enough to see there was something in there. They were tented out in front, and I had to stop myself from saying anything rational, like stop, what are you doing, etc. No way was I not going to see this kids next trick, and then become his next trick. I didn't have but a few seconds to relish the view of this lanky boy in his tented boxers, when he shucked his boxers to the floor and stepped out of both shorts and underwear. I wish he had let me approach him while he was in those boxers and let me slide my hand in the front, grasping his stiff hot nail that was tenting everything out. Instead I was now seeing this beautiful smooth tan boy naked from the waist down to his shoes. His tan was lighter and faded to white in an invisible brief shape, his ass checks, dimpled when he flexed, and were perfect round smooth handfuls. His cock was 3 inches long hard, the cut helmet a dull purple, crying out to be wet with my saliva. His ball sack was a tight rumpled oval with two marble size bumps in the warm silky smooth pocket. I marveled at his sexiness. Jaxy lifted himself up on to the edge of the pool table, holding his fudge pop in his mouth without hands. He raised his lanky smooth legs to either side of his body and slowly laid back on the pool table, exposing the most perfect boy hole seen anywhere, including the dark web. He smiled again, asked if I liked what I was seeing. I stuttered my awkward reponse; Oh, yeah Jaxy, you are so beautiful and sexy, so perfect in every way. I really don't know that he expected me to answer, the precum leaking from my hard 7 inch shaft in my shorts likely said everything it needed to. Just as I thought the sight couldn't get better, he took his fudge pop in his right hand and touched it to his exposed boy hole. I wanted to see what he had planned next. Was he going to try to stick the pop in his hole? No, he touched his hole with it and then said, Brad come here and like the fudge pop off my hole, I want you to taste it! I could not take it anymore. I squeezed my rock hard cock. I needed to let it out. It was hot to the touch and throbbing with every release of my precum. I did not take the time to undo my zipper or anything, just forced my pants and underwear past my heavy ball sack and let my slobbering leaking cock spring out, flinging my precum in every direction. I looked up to see Jaxy with a huge grin on his face. Jaxy said, I bet your sticky stuff tastes better than my daddy's. I filed that knowledge nugget away for future use. As soon as I had got my cock and balls free, I was on my knees at the edge of the pool table. I approached this sweet, slightly sweaty, boy hole dotted with fudge pop and my tongue instinctively licked at it. I watched Jaxy's face as I gently licked at his smooth boy hole. He laid his head back, closed his eyes, and tried to spread his legs farther apart for more access. I had an eye level view of his stiff nail and my nose was right on his tight ball pouch. I licked and sucked at his precious boy hole and sucked at his taint. He said something about that feeling great, and I kept it up. Darting my tongue in and out of his boy hole, tongue fucking his boy ass, sucking on his taint until making him start to shiver. I didn't think about it, I instinctively raised up from my knees and took his entire nail and balls into my mouth at one time, giving them the same tongue and sucking action as his boy hole received. The taste was incredible! Part sweat, mostly sweet, boy smell in my mouth. Jaxy took both sides of my head in his hands and rubbed my hair, all while panting and moaning with delight and pleasure. I sucked him sometimes up and down with my lips tight around his cut shaft, flicking my tongue his entire 3 inch length. I also would suck in his ball sack and gently roll the little marbles around with my tongue, eliciting a guttural high pitched moan from Jaxy every time. I could feel my own cock throbbing. I wasn't touching it, I didn't need to. My hands were busy exploring the rest of Jaxy's incredible boy body. The little puffs of his nipples, his smooth and muscular tummy, his long smooth legs and even his ankles were perfect. He was starting to moan more, I knew it was time to give this kid a great dry cum. I focused my attention on engulfing his cock and balls in my mouth and sucked and licked until he arched his back, shivering several times, and breathing heavier than I thought was good for him. I had given several boys the cum shivers before, and have tasted the freshness and sweet first wet cum from an early teen, but Jaxy was incredible and when he was dry cumming, I was cumming ropes of middle age man semen several feet out in front of me under and on the side of the pool table, no hands! I was spent, sweating, and still burning with desire for more of Jaxy. He was a little tired too, he wanted help getting dressed, so I helped him back into his boxers, not without touching his rock hard cut 3 inch dick again and asking if I would be able to touch it again. He giggled, and said that I would have to ask his Dad when I took him home in awhile. He got his shorts on and I got redressed pulling my shirt out to help cover the precum spots on the front of my shorts. It hadn't been long that we had been down there in the basement, fulfilling my desires, but it was long enough that several people had left the party. I milled around for a few minutes and then made my way to say my goodbyes. I didn't notice Jaxy, but I was hoping to see him and hoped he was still close by. As I headed out to my car, Jaxy appeared from the front porch and together we walked to my car. He asked for a ride home, and I was not about to say no. I wanted to talk to his Dad anyway. If you liked my story, please email me at citdoitloveit@yahoo.com and let me know you liked it, what you liked about it, or any thing else. I'de love to have feedback. Thanks, Brad.