Date: Sat, 28 Apr 2001 08:56:58 -0700
From: gmactive@juno.com
Subject: Apartment Plaything

	The standard disclaimer.  Pure fiction.  M/B sex -- so don't read if
offended.  If read and offended, kiss my ass and move on.  If you read it
and liked it, let me know.  gmactive@juno.com


Apartment Plaything

	I read about the apartment for rent and it sounded perfect for my
needs.  The phone call to set up an appointment sounded even more
interesting.  The man I was talking to said his parents owned the building
and were letting him run it.  His voice was very soft, had a feminine
quality I liked.
	When he opened the door to greet me, I was instantly turned on.  He
looked to be about fifteen years old.
	"I have an appointment with Jason."
	"I'm Jason.  You must be Mark?"
	"Yeah."  My first question after we shook hands was, "I don't mean
anything bad by this, but are you old enough to run an apartment?"
	"Lots of people ask that?  Yes," he said, "I'm eighteen, just look
young."
	Wow, I thought.  Am I being filmed on Candid Camera?  Is this a set up?
This guy was so beautiful.  His appearance matched his voice.  He looked
soft and cuddly, heavy in all the right places.  He was wearing a thin
white t-shirt and blue cotton shorts.  His shirt clung to his stomach and
his chest, which I noticed right away had nice tit bulges.  Even though
it was hot, the air conditioner had not been on long enough to cool the
place down, his nipples were sticking out.  His shorts had the faint
outline of a cock, which made me think he had nothing on under them.
	Okay, look at the apartment, I told myself.  That's why I'm here.  So, I
asked him some questions about the place and we began walking around.
	All the time we walked, he kept smiling at me.  I noticed a slight
tenting in his shorts, but didn't really think much of it.  After all,
these things, being alone in an apartment with a sexy boy, don't actually
happen in real life.  As we passed through a door, into the living room,
he bumped into me.
	"Excuse me," I told him.
	Jason kinda moaned softly.
	Man, this was weird.  I was here on business and out of nowhere I have
this.  I really didn't know what to do.  I wanted the apartment so I
didn't want to offend Jason and have him tell me to leave.  But, he was
so cute and sexy.  And, I noticed the tenting in his shorts had become
more pronounced.
	I had a question about the air conditioning unit, so to direct his
attention to it, placed my hand lightly on his shoulder and pointed to
the window unit.  "That looks pretty old.  Is it in good shape?"
	Jason sighed.  "Yes, I just had it reconditioned."
	I left me hand there and looked at his cock.  It was now out straight.
He tried to hide it with his notebook, but couldn't.  He looked to be
about five inches, not real thick.  I instantly thought how nicely it
would fit in my mouth.
	I was getting too excited to not go ahead, but I still didn't want to
risk pissing him off and lose the apartment, so I told him, "Jason, you
look very warm, why don't you take off your shirt.  You'll feel better."
	Jason blushed, but his shorts remained fully tented.
	"No, I'd better-"
	Hearing his soft voice, I went over the edge.  I had to see where this
was going.  "Go ahead," I told him, with a little force behind my words,
"take off your shirt."
	"But..."
	"Look, Jason, I know you're excited, so am I."  I brushed my fingertips
over the head of his cock, now fully erect and stretching his cotton
shorts.
	He shuddered and almost fainted.
	"How long have you known you're gay?" I asked him.
	In short gasps, as I gently ran my fingers over his cock, he managed,
"I... my friends... we jack off... each other... maybe suck each other."
	"I think you're very sexy, Jason."
	"You neat, too," he said.
	"Have you ever been with a man?"
	"No, just my friends."
	"Jason, I want to see your chest.  I need to feel your tits.  But, don't
be scared, I won't do anything you don't want, okay?"  I was still
massaging his cock, so he really didn't have the energy to say, no.
	"O... okay."
	"Then, take off your shirt."
	He pulled his shirt over his head, to reveal the most beautiful set of
boy tits I'd ever seen, and I've seen a lot.  He stood, slightly
embarrassed, but not covering himself.
	With my one hand now jerking him off through the thin material of his
shorts, I felt his tits with the other.  He felt so good, firm yet soft,
like only a young boy can be.  It was now time for me to groan as I
squeezed his tits and pulled his nipples.  Jason was clearly enjoying
what I was doing, so I knelt down and began sucking on his tits.
Squeezing them both and biting down on his hard nipples, my little boy
toy was literally cooing with excitement.
	After a few minutes of playing with him, I sat down on a wooden chair,
the only furniture in the apartment, and told him to stand in front of
me.  He did as he was told.  His tits were still wet with my spit and
there were the faint outline of nibble marks.  His tented white cotton
shorts had a large pre-cum spot at the bulging head of his cock.
	"Slide those pants down, Jason," I told him.  My own voice was near
breaking I felt so weak with excitement, but I didn't want him to hear
that.  I was going to be strong, totally dominating my beautiful little
bitch-boy.
	"Okay, Mark.  I will, but what are you going to do to me?"
	"Nothing you don't want."
	His eyes went to the floor as he hooked his thumbs around his waistband
and pulled them down.  With the shorts at his feet, he was naked.  I
thought this might have been the first time he'd been naked in front of
someone, much less a man who was going to have sex with him.
	He was spectacular.  A soft, roundish body, a small hardon, a plump boy
tits that sagged just right and a somewhat scared expression on his
girlish face -- I almost came right then.
	"Kneel down for me."
	He did.  It was fantastic.
	"Now crawl over here."
	His cock bounced as he did.
	"Take of my shirt, I want you to suck my tits before you suck me off."
	"Mark," his voice was weak, "I've never done this."
	"Do it, now!"
	He looked into my eyes.  "Is that all you're going to do to me."
	"You're going to suck me off later.  Maybe next time, you'll do more for
me.  But for now..."  I grabbed his head and guided his mouth down to my
hard nipples.  "Here, do it."
	He smiled up at me like an appreciative little child that had just been
given a lollipop.  Then he began giving me the best tit sucking I've ever
had.  Pre-cum was almost flowing.
	There's only so much heaven a person can take at anyone time.  So after
he sucked and nibbled, I lifted his still sucking mouth off my nipple and
gave him a hard, deep kiss.  My tongue invaded every part of his mouth.
He groaned yet again.  I was on the edge and had to do something rough,
so with my tongue still flitting around in his mouth, I grabbed his balls
and pulled hard.   They squished back and forth in my hand as I played
with his small boy gems.
	"Now, my little boy," I told Jason, "jack me off as you get back to work
sucking my tits."
	His hands were shaking as he grabbed my cock.  Soft skin told me he'd
never done hard physical work, but it gave me a feeling I'm never had
before.  I knew it was a hand, but his velvety palm was like soft lips or
a fat pussy.  All I could do is groan and press his face to my tits even
harder.  I was about to cum, and I had far too much fun lined up for
that, so I pulled his head off of my tit with jerk of his hair.
	"Did I do something wrong?" he asked, looking up with innocent little
boy eyes.
	"There's one other thing you gotta do before I cum in that beautiful
little mouth of yours.
	"What, Mark?"  His voice was so soft and meek, it sounded like a little
girl on her first date.
	God, I loved him and the way he was acting.  Without saying a word, I
guided his face down my chest, past my cock and balls.  He tried to begin
on my cock, but not yet.  I had other things in mind.  I opened my legs
wide and kept pushing him downward.
	He looked up at me.  He suddenly figured it out.  His eyes filled with
terror.  "No, Mark.  I never...   I can't..."
	"Sure you can," I said and pushed his mouth against my asshole.
	At first he didn't do anything.
	"Look you little slut, you'd better tongue fuck my ass or I swear to
God, I'll fuck your tight asshole right now.  And, I won't be gentle like
I'm going to be next time.  I'll rip you so wide open, you'll be able to
park a car in your ass."
	He was shaking against my legs as he managed a whisper of, "But... Mark,
I..."
	"Now, or get ready for a real ass fucking."
	A whimper preceded his tongue flipping out against my tender opening.
	"Do it good, my little boy whore.  Eat my ass out good."
	Like he already knew exactly what to do, he rimmed me and then shoved
his tongue into me.
	My head was spinning at the intense sensation.  I pushed down on his
head and shouted, "Oh, yeah, ram it in.  Come on, my beautiful boy whore,
fuck my ass with your tongue.  Deeper!"
	I was so excited, I almost came.  But, that would have been on my
stomach and chest.  That wasn't what I had in mind, so I grabbed his hair
and guided his mouth to my waiting, dripping cock.  "Now, I'm going to
cum in your mouth, boy."
	He nodded.
	"Are you ready for it?"
	He nodded he was ready.  My cock head slipped past his lips and into his
throat.  Instantly, he began sucking and gagging.  His eyes watered as I
ent deeper into his throat.  With each downward motion, his eyes bulged..
 I loved it.  He looked up and I just pushed his head back down.
	One deep thrust and a loud gag escaped past his lips.
	I couldn't take anymore teasing and I held the side of his head and
fucked his face as hard as I could.
	He gagged loudly.  Spit ran past my cock and down his chin.  "Pull my
nipples," I told him.  "Pull them hard.  Twist them."
	That was all it took.  As he pulled my sex buttons, I slipped over the
edge.   It started in my balls.  My stomach knotted as cum exploded out
my cock.  I came in huge globs, five or six gut jolting shots.
	I filled my young boy's mouth.  Tears streamed down his face as he
struggled to swallow all of it.  What escaped, I caught on my fingers and
rubbed over his face.
	My beautiful toy sucked my until I'd gone completely soft, then he let
my cock slip out of his mouth.
	I lifted him to my face.  I smelled cum on his breath, my cum.  My cum
was coating his chin.  I loved it.  "Jason," I said softly, "you're the
most fantastically beautiful person I've ever seen.  I don't know when
I've been so turned on."
	He smiled coyly.
	"Did you like what we did?" I asked him.
	For a moment, he didn't speak.  Then he nodded.  "Yes.  I liked it... a
lot."
	"I want to rent the apartment," I said as I ran my finger over the still
wet sheen of my cum on his face.  "But, I want you to come by every day.
Will you do that, come by every day?"
	"Yes, Mark."
	"Okay, let me write you a deposit, to hold it and I'll come back
tomorrow to sign the lease."
	"Okay."
	"Now, Jason," I said as I again grabbed his boy tit and began squeezing
it in my fingers, "for tomorrow, I'll be here at three o'clock.  So, I
want you to be ready."
	"Ready?
	"Yes, I want a bed in here and-"
	"What kind of bed?"
	"I don't care.  You choose.  It'll be your face that'll be buried in
it."
	He grinned widely.
	"And, Jason, make sure that you give yourself a good enema before I get
here."
	He smiled, then got a concerned look on his face.
	"You'll love it, Babe," I told him.  "Love it."
	His smile returned and I grabbed my clothes.  As I was leaving, I looked
back at Jason.  He was still naked.  I wanted to go over and suck his
tits one more time, but I had to go and there would be lots more time for
lots more things with my new plaything.
	But, I'll save those other times for later.