Date: Sat, 31 Dec 2011 11:35:31 -0800 From: L J Subject: Summer With Chris Chapter 4 (m/b mast oral, m13 b10) Copyright 2011 by LJ; all rights reserved. This document may not be distributed for pay with out the consent of the author on any web site. This is a work of fiction depicting sexual acts between consenting minors. This material is protected under the first amendment to the constitution of the United States of America. If you are under age, the law says that I have to tell you to not read it. Please sent comments to lordjerig@gmail.com Write the word Flames in the subject if you are sending flames so I can get my medication out before reading. Disclaimer: If this material is illegal in your jurisdiction, stop reading before the law comes and kicks your door in. This is fiction, make believe, it did not happen. At least not when I was there; bummer. Comments for readers: Thanks for all of you who hung around and waited. This story proved a bit more difficult than I first thought do to the characters involved. Though you will find plenty of sex in it, there is also quite a bit of mental development going on as a blind teen ager tries to figure out himself and his feelings as he meets his first love. Story codes: (m/b mast oral pedo m13, b10) Chapter 4 We come out of the bathroom and I go to the room I am sharing with Ben. By this time I have gotten mom to help me sort my stuff out so have no trouble picking out my clothes unlike the day before. Somebody has laid out Ben's clothes and like a little boy with a new big brother he asks me to help him out finishing getting dressed. Just as I finish with him and he leaves Chris comes in. Quickly he closes the door and comes closer. "Hey what's sup." He says and hugs me to him. "Not much man, just been wanting to get together with you all this time." I say and stroke his back. "Its going to be really hard to do stuff with all of the kids running around. And mom always wants me to keep an eye out on them. Gets boring cause I can't hardly play." He whispers in my ear, his voice sounding dejected. "I'll help you out don't worry." I say and mean it. Despite my fix, I wonder if any of Ben's little friends and cousins will be open to playing. Chris, the little devil had his own ideas as well that he would show me as the day went on. The house got invaded by a tornado. A world wind of munchkins the oldest being Chris at ten. I was glad that there were not too many younger ones with Toni's little brother being the youngest, and Ben's cousins being between seven, eight, and nine. And just like that, they did what seven, eight, and nine year olds did. Jumping around, chasing each other, the neighbor's dog who could not have enough attention and kept poking his nose at the kids and wagging its tail. AT one point, Ben took a break and came to me. "Remember we got a date to play naughty tonight. Okay?" He asks, whispering in my ear. "I haven't forgotten. It is going to be fun!" I say to him and hug him. He gives me a quick hug than he runs back to his guests. For a while I just sit there thinking to myself that the noise is starting to get to me. Dean and Ken were not there. Sitting there I start wondering about possibilities had they been there. I knew for sure Dean was open to playing. The memory of my jacking his eight year old big cock starts to give me a boner. If only I had been able to finish him off in time. He had been so close when those other kids showed up. Then for a moment, my mind wonders. What if those kids had decided to join us in the fun. They had sounded around nine or ten years old. The thought of having my hands full of those kids makes my boner really take notice. I briefly wonder if any of the children surrounding me would be in the mood. The thought of walking to the bedroom followed by a few of the older kids to do a bit of touching and comparing makes me shift on the chair. Not for the first time I had to ask myself just what the hell was up. I been horny before, but it seemed lately as though all I thought about was nothing but sex. And though I would not be hunted by feelings of guilt until a few years later for feeling what I felt, I did feel a moment of worry. Was something wrong with me? We had been told in sex education classes that it was normal for teen agers to be super-naturally horny by default. But they had not set a bracket as to masturbation frequency, or how one would feel like a walking sex machine. To try to take my mind off of sex, I pay attention to what's going on in the room. As I listen and take in my surroundings, I try to make out the various topics of conversation being had by the kids, and the adults who wisely are sitting at the kitchen table, well away from the battle field of munchkins. Super Mario is going on and on, with three of the older kids monopolizing the Nintendo. Two other kids are talking about their favorite ice-cream. Ben is having a heated discussion about the thunder cats in the latest re-run episode. I smile to myself. I could have walked over and gotten in on that one. I loved thunder cats, though had not sat and watched them for a year or so. But no, I can't be bothered. Too much noise for a conversation anyway. I wonder where Chris is suddenly. I do not hear him by the Nintendo, nor by the kitchen. My slowly decreasing hornyness rushes back through me as I think of him. I still can't believe he is only ten. His size, his voice, his strength. But there is also something else that even his voice has that normally one would not find in a ten year old. A certain maturity. He has a way with words that is beyond just ten. Which is why if he had said he was my age I would have believed him. Okay perhaps a bit short for 13, but still 13. He would not be the first 13 year old boy I met who was a bit shorter than the rest of us. Something very yummy is being cooked on the stove in the kitchen. It suddenly hits my nose and my mouth waters. I had grown accustomed to the smell of the baking cake in the oven long before. But I suddenly smell pork frying. I must pause here and mention one thing. Despite my absolute dislike of my cousin's wife who could not even make a cup of instant coffee properly, she did know how to bake. So for a while now, I had been looking forward, with my stomach to sampling whatever she had in the oven. As the smell of frying things hits my nose however, I realized it could not be her doing. It was either Ben's mom adding her culinary contribution to the party, or one of the other moms or dads. Just as I am wondering if it might be a good idea to get up and try to wade through the crowd of kids and make my way to the kitchen to find something to drink, Chris comes and sits by me. "Sup? He says flatly. "Sort of bored." I answer truthfully. "Yeah I know, not much fun doing puzzles with Tony." He says leaning back. "He got bored anyway, so he went to talk to Ben." "What can we do?" I ask. "Why don't we wait for a little bit and see if we can play super Mario." He suggests. "I'll help you play." He adds this as an after thought. A good thing too, I did not own a Nintendo, and had not the first clew what one needed to do in the game. All I knew about the game was the tune which was quite catchy for some reason. We just sit next to each other for a while not saying much as we wait our turn. After a while he gives up since the kids are hogging the Nintendo. "Want to go outside for a while?" He asks tapping my knee. "Yeah, lets go." I say and stand up. I take his arm not wanting to chance stepping on any of the kids. There are a few sitting on the floor drawing, while two others are working out a puzzle. With Chris' help we circle around them and make our way outside. Its hot out, being it around two in the afternoon it must already be over 100. But the trade off is a welcome one. The comparative quiet of the outside makes me feel as if a weight has lifted off of my shoulders. Even outside, and with the added smells of the out doors, I can still smell what ever is frying and actually feel my stomach growl. "So, what do you want to do?" I ask Chris as we stand by the rail leading to the stairs below. "I want to find a place where we can play: You know, just you and me..." He leaves the sentence unfinished. I immediately feel butterflies in my stomach as he says this. I too want to find us a place where I can again feel his magnificent ten year old oversized cock. I want to actually suck it for him. Having experienced Ben's that morning, I could not wait to suck Chris off. A new world had opened up for me after Ben. Something that despite my previous experience was not triggered. Even as I think about it I wonder why. Maybe the other kid was too dry. By dry I mean he was too squeamish and just wanted to get his tickles though he acted as if he was doing something very bad. On the other hand, Ben had reacted as if I was the center of the universe as I sucked him, then had returned the favor with out any hesitation. I only wished I could have lasted a bit longer. I just knew that Chris would be open to doing it with me giving his need and desire. "I jacked off last night in my bed and thought about you and me, about how we did it in the changing room." He says quietly. "OH dude, I couldn't jack off because Ben was there." I say. Briefly I wonder if I should tell Chris that I had the most awesome experience that morning, but decide to wait. Good thing I did, this statement seems to inspire Chris. "OH man, your balls must be ready to burst." He says. "I know what, we can do it in my dad's car. Just wait here for a second." He exclaims and then he takes off back into the house. Moments later he comes running back and takes my hand. "Come on, lets go." He says. "I told my dad that we wanted to listen to the CB radio." He says excitedly. "I follow him and we make our way down stairs. I didn't know they had a CV radio in their car, so it makes my day in a way. I had a set up at home, and I wondered if the skip was in and we could get people from other states. Chris' plan was clever. He has no interest on the radio, but rather sticks the key in the ignition and turns the air conditioning on low. "Now we can do it here." He says leaning back. He says. "Won't they see us from outside?" I ask nervously. "No, we are parked by the trees and they have to come to this side to see inside the car." He answers. "But I know what, lets move to the back seat. That way it will be harder to see from outside cause of the sun glare." Saying so he starts to crawl on to the back of the car. A moment later he is on the seat behind the driver side. "Come on, it will be just fine." He says. I make my way to the back as well then as I sit in the middle he reaches down and grabs what I at first thought was a blanket. "We always leave a sleeping bag here just in case we need to spend the night at somebody's house." He says and spreads it over our lap. Moments later his hand is grabbing mine and pushing it against his shorts. "Can you feel it?" He asks quietly. I almost gasp at the eroticism of the moment. The bulge of his four inch cock feels lewd and absolutely, devastatingly hot to me. I want to touch it in the flesh, I want to engulf it in my mouth. I want it in my ass. I want to own and worship it. How can a ten year old have such a big one, and so erect and ready it feels. I must have shown my feelings on my face because he is asking me: "You like it huh?" I can only nod. "Does it turn you on feeling it, touching me like that?" "Yeah it does. It feels so cool, so nice and so big through your shorts." I say. "Squeeze it." He whispers now close to my ear. I do. I start to squeeze and knead it through his shorts feeling more turned on by the moment. Then as he watches my face no doubt mirroring my emotions he leans forward and his lips touch mine softly, wetly, with a delicious kiss. Though he does not linger, that kiss sets me on fire. I can't wait, I want this ten year old now! Quickly I start to work on opening his shorts to get at that treasure of his. I want it, I need to feel it in the flesh. He starts to help me out by lifting off the seat to make it easier. A moment later I can feel it through his undies. This time he is wearing boxers which accentuate the size and girth of his cock. I take a few moments to stroke him through them, feeling the large bulge. I take my time as if I were opening up a present. Then these two are out of the way and his four inches of boy meat are in my hand. I can feel the wetness of pre-cum already coating the head of his cock. "God Chris its so big!" I exclaim unable to help myself. "You have such a beautiful dick. I can't believe you are ten years old and have such a huge one. I love it." "Jack it for me, come on, make it feel good for me." He urges me on lifting his hips off the seat to feed it all to my exploring hands. As he does this my fingers brush against the sparse hairs growing on either side of his cock. It is such a magical feeling, the smooth hairless skin at the top of his dick, then the little hairs that scatter all over the left side, then on the right only a few of them made the more noticeable do to their length. LI let my fingers slowly explore him, wanting to memorize this child's over sized boy toy. I can still remember every detail as if had happened only yesterday. I let my fingers travel to the tip of his cock, feeling the retracting foreskin where a drop of pre-cum is spreading and coating the back of his head. Then I wrap my fist around the shaft's length again feeling in awe at its huge size. I can actually hold it entirely in my fist with a bit of the head still free at the top of my hand. I start to masturbate the gorgeous child. Quickly as I feel my own excitement build. As I work up and down on his cock I can hear him gasp, then he starts to pant. Little ohs, and ahs softly escape his lips in little pants. Then he starts to talk. "I kept thinking of you yesterday when I was in bed. I kept jacking off and thinking you were doing it to me like this. I wanted you to be next to me in bed. I wanted you to jack me off with me standing in front of you so that I went off and it squirted all over your face, chin, and chest.. I wanted you on your knees over my face. I also kept thinking of your cock. I wanted to suck it for you. To put it in my mouth and let you go in and out of my mouth so that your balls would be slapping my chin." He says, his voice panting and seeming to run out of breath. His words boost my excitement. However, there is something else. His voice, the way in which he speaks sounding so turned on, and at the same time sounding so young, his voice still that of a child's with a hint of a change to it. I think at this point is when I fell in love with children and masturbation. As I sat next to this gorgeous ten year old child and masturbated him with his complete trust and permission. As if to emphasize this his own little hand suddenly is wrapping itself around the back of mine to guide my own hand to his needed speed. "Yeah, yeah, just jack it like this. I love it the way you are doing it. Jack me off so good. Keep jacking it." He says over and over, his own little hand still holding mine as he moves it up and down on his hard cock. "OH dude, its going to happen just now, its coming.!" He suddenly cries out. "Its going to be so, so good!" His voice acquires a note of urgency and seems to sound almost panicky for a second. "I can believe how good its feeling with your hand on it. I can't hold it, its coming!" Then he actually squeals out a little cry that gets cut short in his throat as I feel a sudden hardening on his little member, then a furious spasm that travels the length of his four inch cock. Immediately my hand is soaked with warmth first around the ring I have made with thumb and index around his shaft, then dribbling all around the front and sides of my hand, even into my palm which is pressed against his shaft. As if in slow motion I feel his cock jump actually seeming to buck inside my fist with each spasm of his climax. Little grunts come out of his mouth as if he were exerting tremendous effort pushing against something each time his ten year old cock jumps. With each spasm a jet of cum blasts out of his ten year old cock hard pelting the sleeping bag where it covers our action. I count six spasms before he stops shooting, then five more as he slows our jacking on his cock. Still cumming dry now, he gives a sigh which comes out with a little cry at the same time. It sounds so childish, so boyish, and just absolutely so beautiful to my ears. I can't resist, I bend forward and kiss him. My lips feeling the add heat of his recent exertion. I kiss his cheek to, and feel the extra warmth, no doubt his little face has turned a deep red with sexual flush. Then he slumps on the seat, panting and a bit shaky as I wrap my arm around him. Our hands still holding his little cock which is loosing some of its arousal, but not by much. I feel an overwhelming desire to pick him up and sit him on my lap to cuddle him as if he were suddenly five and not ten years old. But I rather not risk being seen from outside. I do the next best thing and turn slightly to hug him fully. Wrapping both arms around him I bend forward and find his lips with mine. He feels so absolutely adorable. Unlike my first time with Jerry, there is nothing but acceptance, coolness, and absolutely no guilt. Maybe because Chris was younger, ... who cared at the time. My own boner is trying to tare its way out of my shorts to be touched and worshiped by Chris, yet my mouth would not be denied the taste of him. His breath taste sweet, his heat is perfect. His tongue is sweet tasting as well as it tries to cling to mine. Letting out little whimpers and pants, his own little arms are squeezing me to him in a bear hug as we kiss. There are no words, only the sounds we let out in our youthful, awakening passion fill my ears, the white noise of the air conditioning creating a sort of safe haven for the moment. Only the beautiful ten year old boy before me matters. For a second I don't even care if we were seen from outside. Slowly we pull apart. I feel a bit dizzy with the emotions and the absolutely almost animalistic need to cum. Something Chris must have detected in my expression. "Quick, let me do you now." He says eagerly after a moment of catching our breath. As he shifts on the seat he keeps the sleeping bag over himself, adjusting it as he moves so that it now covers both of us. Not caring if he gets any of his recent ejaculate all over his t-shirt he suddenly is diving under the bag. I feel him working my short with his hands to free my huge feeling five inch cock. Then as I feel his little hands suddenly touch my flesh I give out an involuntary cry. I have to hold still and almost bite my lip as next I feel his little mouth closing over the head of my dick, only to start sliding slowly but majestically downward over my shaft. I have a moment to compare him to Ben. Ben had been eager, but his little mouth only held the head of my cock for the last moments before I came. Chris on the other hand is bringing me to orgasm with his little mouth. It feels way hotter than Ben's did, a huge contrast to my cold hands and adrenaline charged body. With a skill I never would have thought possible for a first timer Chris suckles at me. He has managed to pull the foreskin back some off my head, so that the roof of his mouth is applying gentle but direct stimulation as he moves all around me. And his tongue is moving all around my cock with a caressing motion. This is not a clumsy attempt at a blow job, I feel absolute devotion and love being applied to my dick by this gorgeous ten year old child boy that I do cry out this time. For a second he pulls off of my dick, and I feel little kisses being applied by his little mouth lovingly first to my aching nuts, then to the shaft on its way up to reclaim me fully. Again his engulfing of me is a slow, sensuous loving motion as if my cock were made of a fragile breakable material. There is only one way to describe it. This is a child loving my body. "Oh Chris: you beautiful! Sweet!..." My exclamation is cut short as I suddenly erupt in his mouth. My hips lift with out my control and I am feeding him as much as I can of my cock. Somehow he is able to hold still so that my entire length is in his mouth and even entering his throat for a second. Then I pull back only to quickly have him grasp the base of my cock with his little hands and start to furiously pump me, working his ten year old boy magic on my dick as I keep spurting into his mouth. Despite my earlier release with little Ben, I am letting go of quite a modest load which Chris is doing his best to swallow down with all possible speed. Even through the sudden ringing in my ears do to the pleasure I am feeling, and the sound of the air conditioning, I can still distinctly hear each time Chris gulps down a mouth full of my just turned teen boy milk. I am in auto-pilot. My hips move back and forth seeking the delicious point of contact with the roof of his angelic mouth, and his swirling tongue which he is very carefully keeping going in slow motions around the swollen head of my erupting cock. Almost letting me do all the work in his mouth, his little fingers are the only thing moving after another moment as he no doubt knows I am starting to get over loaded with the pleasure. I have had orgasms that have come fairly close to that one in the car, at the hands of my first true young lover. But only close. Its said you never forget your first experience with anything, and that ladies and gents is what I call a blow job. I find my head resting on the top of the back seat of his father's car. I am sprawled out with little Chris still between my legs giving my nuts and cock another few good bye kisses till next time. For a moment I must have checked out as I have no recollection as to how I ended up with my head tilted back that way. All I knew is that one moment I am experiencing what must be a pretty close second to visiting the pearly gates and being welcomed by a legion of angels, then suddenly I am feeling the warmth of the sun on my forehead. I feel Chris shift and come from under the sleeping bag. He did not bother to button my shorts. Instead he climbs on to the seat putting a leg on either side of me so that he is face to face with me. A little chuckle escapes his lips as he spots what must be a very dumb expression all over my face. Then little arms are wrapping around me and his sweet young lips are touching mine. "Did we help your little nuts feel better?" He asks sweetly, as if he had been helping me with getting rid of a tummy ache. That is how it seemed in my current post orgasm stupor. I nod, or try too. Instead, I find again my lips being met by his. Then suddenly he is shifting his right hand coming to land on my left cheek. I feel him pushing me to the right and I finally snap out of it and take the hint. I let myself drop to the right and down on to the back seat so that I am laying with Chris also suddenly shifting to land over me. Quickly I fumble between us to button my shorts and my hands meet with his as he desperately is trying to do the same. "Shit did they see anything?" I ask, suddenly feeling a moment of panic. "No, I don't think so. I just saw a shadow turning the corner and coming this way, but I don't want to take the chance." He says quietly. "I think we better get back though." He goes on sagely. Again I nod, and breathe a sigh of relief. "Anybody outside?" I ask as he straightens. "No, I think it was a neighbor just passing through." He answers. "What are you going to do with the sleeping bag?" I ask. "What you mean?" He asks. "I felt it getting wet when you squirted." I say finally finishing straightening my clothes. "I am not even worried about it. Its dirty anyway. Next time we use it, it will just look like somebody spilled stuff on to it from the seat." He says and folds the bag to dump it unceremoniously back in its place at the floor board. Then he climbs over the seat and reaches to switch the air conditioning off. I hear the keys jingle as he switches everything off and pulls them out. Then he is opening the front door and climbing out of the car. I start to search on the left side door for the handle when he closes the front door. Then he is opening it just as I find it. "Careful, there is a tree branch right by your head when you come out." He says. Good call, no wonder he was so confident nobody would catch us. I step out always being shadowed by him in his efforts to make sure I am safe. Rather than feeling put off, I feel a moment of love for him. It is so cute the way he fusses over me. Closing and locking the car door, he softly takes me by the hand and giving it that traditional little squeeze he seems to use each time he takes my hand, he starts to walk with me to the house. I had to make a conscious effort not to strut. Two blow jobs, okay one and a half, but in less than three hours?! One of those blow jobs by the birthday boy no less. Now this summer was turning to be quite awesome suddenly, even if I was not in a grand suite by the beach front. As we walk back to the party, I wonder what other surprises if any were in store. One thing was at least certain, I had as he put it, "a date to play naughty" with Ben that night. More on the way soon. Please send comments to lordjerig@gmail.com If you feel so inclined check out my other stories on nifty: bi/yf The three MS Gay yf The dare, Josh for Christmas, John's Cousin, Birthday Boys, Gay ay Self Esteme