Date: Fri, 18 May 2012 01:13:22 -0500 From: Celthric Jones Subject: Zack and Dylan - Part 15 Disclaimer: this work is entirely fictional; the writers do not advocate sexual contact with minors in any form. If it is not legal for you to read works involving sexual contact between adults and minors, proceed at your own peril Feel free to email the author at celthric8854@hotmail.com with comments and or ideas! Also feel free to send donations to nifty so they can continue to provide stories like this one to you! Rating -- Mature: The following story includes graphic sexual situations involving minors, strong language and adult content. Copyright Celthric 2012 Season 2 -- Episode 3 -- Homerun Within the week I had gotten Dylan enrolled in school. It was a small private school on the outskirts of the community. It was run and owned by NAMBLA so no questions were asked by the outside. Dylan was actually excited about going to school. He would be among kids his own age who were just like him, with older boyfriends and lovers. I knew it would be good for him. On his first day of school I drove him. I was curious as to what the school looked like. It was a nice building, three stories and filled with cute boys. Even in the parking lot I saw several cute boys, it was hard not to stare at them. Dylan kissed me goodbye and headed to his first day of school. His first week was pretty good. He had made plenty of friends and the teachers really liked him, which I knew they would. Dylan was a hot thirteen year old with a perfect ass, why wouldn't the teachers that were NAMBLA members not like him? It was on Thursday the following week that Dylan came into my office. I was writing when he came in, shirtless and wearing nothing but his red boxers. "Hey you," I said as he walked in. "Did you do your homework?" "Yes," he sighed. "I hate math." "Most people do," I laughed. He came up to me and crawled on my lap facing me. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him softly on his lips. "What do you want?" I asked. He smiled. "What makes you think I want something?" "You never sit on my lap like this." He laughed. "Well, I wanted to ask you something." I figured it was going to be about a man or boy at school he wanted to bring home, but what he wanted to ask was something I did not expect. "Can I join the baseball team?" he asked. At first I was a little dumfounded. "I...I didn't even know you liked sports," I said. "I used to play soccer when I was younger, but I was always into baseball more. So can I?" "Sure, doesn't bother me." "Cool! Also, you don't have to worry about buying the uniforms or anything. They are provided. We do need to buy baseball shoes though. Is that okay? Can we get some tomorrow? Can we?" I smiled. "You are very excited about this aren't you?" He nodded. "Duh." "I didn't think anybody said duh anymore." Dylan shrugged. "Okay." I looked over at the clock and saw that it was about 11:30. "Shit," I said. "It's way past your bed time." "I'm not tired though." I laughed. "And I know what you want to make you tired, but I got to finish this tonight." "Awe." I kissed him and caressed his face and said, "I love you. Now let's go get you into bed." "Kinky." I laughed. "I'll make it up to you, promise." "Yeah, yeah." I led Dylan to bed and tucked him in and kissed him once again on his soft beautiful lips. "Goodnight, baby," I said. "Night, baby," he replied. I turned the light off and closed the door. I spent the next 2 hours finishing up my writing and sent it to my agent. Then headed to bed myself. * * * The next day I got Dylan to school and spent the rest of the morning and afternoon finishing up unpacking. Finally it was all done and our home was finally finished. Around 3:50 the school bus stopped in front of the house and Dylan came home. He came running in the house, throwing his backpack on the couch. "Someone is in a good mood, I see," I said. Dylan smiled. "I'm on the baseball team!" "Congratulations! Now I'm sure you want to go get your baseball shoes." "Yeah. Cleats. Can we go now?" "Didn't you wanna eat first? Your usually hungry after school." "Fuck that! I want my cleats." I laughed. "Alright, alright. Let me get my shoes on and we'll go into town." I went upstairs and put on my shoes, grabbed my keys and were out of the house. Dylan ran to the car excitedly. Once we got in the car I set the GPS to the nearest mall. It was about 15 miles outside of the community so it didn't take us long to get there. The parking lot was full of cars and people, as most malls usually are. I found the nearest parking spot and we entered the mall. I could tell Dylan was really excited about being out of the house for a bit. We went to a sporting goods store and into the shoe department. A young man no older than nineteen came up to us. "Can I help you?" he asked. "Yeah," I replied. "My...son needs a pair of baseball cleats." Dylan looked over at me with one eyebrow cocked. I don't think he liked me calling him my son, but I sure as hell wasn't going to say "boy lover" or anything of the sorts. "Sure. What size do you wear?" the guy asked Dylan. Dylan shrugged and said, "I don't know." The young guy smiled and said he would be happy to size Dylan's foot. Dylan took off his shoe and let the guy size his foot. He wore a size 6.5 in boys shoes give or take. The young guy helped us find some cleats that Dylan liked. It was then I noticed that Dylan was obviously flirting with the guy and it seemed the guy was flirting back. "Do you think these shoes will help me tone up?" Dylan asked. "What do you mean tone up?" the guy asked. "I know that some shoes help you tone up and I would like my ass to be better," Dylan replied innocently...almost innocently. Dylan then turned around to show the guy his ass in his tight blue jeans. "Does it look fine now?" Dylan asked. I tried hard not to laugh at his not to subtle hints at flirting with the cute salesman. "Ummm...yeah it...looks pretty hot dude...I mean...it looks good," the salesman said. Dylan either had a knack of finding gay guys or a knack for making even straight guys attracted to him, either way he was fucking good at it! We bought the shoes and then headed back home. * * * "You sure did flirt with that salesman guy," I said. "You jealous?" Dylan asked. I smiled. "Not at all. I just don't know how you wind up getting every guy to look at you." "I'm sexy aren't I?" I laughed. "Fucking sexy." "Then that's how I do it." Dylan ran upstairs and I started to make dinner. About fifteen minutes later Dylan came down and into the kitchen. "Hey," he said. I turned around and was shocked to see him wearing his baseball uniform. He has his maroon shirt on and tight white pants with his cleats. He looked so fucking sexy it wasn't even funny. I was at a loss of words as to how gorgeous he looked. "What do you think?" Dylan asked as he turned around, showing off his bubble boy ass in those tight white baseball pants. I walked over to him and caressed his ass. "Looks good, baby," I said. "I'm not wearing any underwear either," he said flirtatiously. Just as he said this his pants fell to the ground, revealing his ass to me. I spread his cheeks and began licking his boyhole, which he always enjoyed. As I rimmed him I grabbed his hard cock and began jerking it, his precum was enough lubricant to get him moaning. He took his shirt off and stepped out of his pants. "Fuck me," he said. We walked into the living room and I laid down on the couch face up. Dylan got on top of me and began kissing me passionately. I caressed his smooth hairless body as he did this, feeling every sexy inch of him. He then pulled away and took my cock into his mouth. He deepthroated me, choking a few times but continued nonetheless. When he stopped he sat on top of my dick and let it slide easily into his tight hole. He moaned out as my cock entered him fully. Then he leaned back and let me thrust inside him several times. He screamed out in pleasure each time my cock pounded his ass. After a while he began riding my cock, going up and down and moaning loudly. "Fuck me, Zack!" he said loudly. "Oh my godddd!" I thrust in him just as he was coming down on my dick each time. He began jerking his tiny cock and within moments he was shooting his boy cum all over my chest. He stopped riding my cock and slid off and got on his knees and put his ass out towards me. I positioned myself over him and began fucking his tight ass. He moaned as I pounded his ass, my balls slapping harder each time. He was screaming in pleasure the entire time. I too screamed out just as my body was enveloped in an orgasm and I began shooting into his tight hole, load after load. I filled his boycunt to capacity, it was oozing out. I slid my cock out, still dripping with cum. I grabbed my cock still covered in cum and slid it once again his ass slowly, putting the left over cum deep inside him. With the head of my cock I played with the cum oozing out of his ass, he loved this with his soft pleasurable moans. I slapped my still hard cock on his ass. He turned around and began sucking on my cock, taking what cum was left and swallowed it. He wiped his mouth and smiled. "You better get some sleep now, baby," I said with a wink. "Yeah I know." With that we headed upstairs and I tucked him into bed and gave him a kiss goodnight. As I was walking out he called me. "Yeah?" I asked. "I love you," he said with a smile. "I love you too, baby." Next Time: A neighbor asks Zack if he would be willing to trade Dylan for the night. What he has to offer is double the pleasure!