Date: Sat, 23 Jan 2010 08:17:53 -0600 From: J. M. Vincent Subject: Sweet Little Boy WARNING/DISCLAIMER -- Please Read before Reading Story Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality. Don't read this story if you're not 18 or over, if it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, or if you don't want to read about gay/bi people in love or having sex with children. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. shyoldguy@hotmail.com Sweet Little Boy I stripped off my dirty clothes, and dropped them in the hamper. I stepped naked into the warm shower, my cock was already hard. I ran the soap under my arms, and over my chest. I slowly ran it down my stomach and into my pubic hair. It made a lot of suds that I used to coat my throbbing dick, and aching balls. While I was using one hand to message my junk, I ran the bar of soap up my crack. I stroked my hard-on until pre-cum started dripping off my balls. I needed to stop. I did not want to cum yet. I was saving it for Bobby. I needed to wait until everyone else was asleep so I could be with him. I put the bar of soap in the tray, and inserted my slippery middle finger in my hole. Bobby's cock was just about that size, and I loved feeling him inside me. After I rinsed off, the stiff spray of water pounding my red and sensitive cock head, I grabbed a towel and dried off. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I put my ear to the door to hear if anyone else was up. It seemed like the cost was clear. I opened the door, the cool air in the hall caressing my naked parts, and went out into the darkness. I knew the way to Bobby's room even in the dark. When I got to his door, I found it half open, and I went in, quietly closing and locking the door behind me. There he was, fast asleep. He had kicked off the blanket; it was covering only one leg. The rest of his beautiful body was curled into a tight ball. He only had on a pair of briefs with Sponge Bob Square Pants characters on them. His soft, smooth, hairless skin was almost glowing in the light from his Bat Man night light. How could a little boy make me feel this way? I went to the side of the bed, dropped my towel, and climbed into the bed next to him. I pulled him into my arms, and lightly kissed his little red lips. His eyes slowly fluttered and opened. The deep blue orbs focused on my face, and he smiled. "I'm sorry, I tried to stay awake, but you took soooo long." He whispered in that sweet little boy voice of his. He pressed his lips against mine again, I opened my mouth, and let him explore with his tongue. When he came up for air, I helped him out of his briefs, exposing that finger sized cocklet. It was rigid, and sticking straight out. He was so damn cute naked. I wish he never had to wear clothes. When we were home alone, he never wore anything, I loved watching him lay on the floor, butt naked, playing video games. The little tiger was beautiful. My hands traveled over the landscape of his body, feeling every curve, every wet and private place. I finally had to do it; I took his little rod into my mouth. I loved the taste of his soft, sweet, cock. It was so different from a grown man's. I ran my tongue over the very soft skin, circled his cock head, and teased his pee slit. I fingered his tiny hole, let my saliva run down his crack, and slid it in. His ass muscles tightened around it, and squeezed. I could tell by his body language that his dry cum was close, so I pulled off and lay beside him on my back. "I need to cum Bobby. You know what I like." I said. He climbed in between my legs and placed his warm, wet, mouth on my stiff raging cock. He knew how to use that little pink tongue of his. Because he was so small, he could only take my cock head in his mouth, so he used his hand on my shaft to jack me off. His hands were soft, like every other part of his body, and he stroked with one hand and played with my balls with the other while sucking and tonguing me. His youthful naked body on the bed between my wide spread legs was a magnificent sight. I wish he would stay this young forever. I felt my wad start to travel up my shaft. "I'm cumming Bobby, suck it tiger, swallow my load." My hips rose up off the bed as my white hot stuff filled his mouth. I could hear his sucking sounds, and him swallowing, trying to keep up. I always shot huge loads when I was with Bobby; his youth always turned me on. There was nothing better than being naked in bed with this innocent child. He didn't have any agenda, he just wanted to have fun, and now it was his turn. I rolled over on my stomach, and placed a pillow under my hips to raise the angle of my ass so he could mount me. He used that soft little boy tongue to wet my crack and teased my hole; he spit on his little cocklet, and shoved it inside me. How the little bugger loved to fuck! He went at me like a rabbit in heat. The feeling of his finger sized little wiener sliding in and out of my ass was exciting. He was too small to hit "that" spot in me, but just feeling his body slamming into mine made my cock hard again, and the friction of the pillow was taking me to the edge. Bobby grunted and moaned as his orgasm neared. He humped harder and faster, his eyes closed, and gritted his teeth as his boy sized balls tried to do what they were too young to do yet. He exploded his little boy dry cum in my ass, as I unloaded my wet white one on his pillow. He collapsed on my back, his sweaty little chest was hot from his exertion, and his breath was coming in short uneven spurts. After a few minutes so he could recover, he slid off of me, and curled up next to me. We pulled the pillow out from under my hips, and before placing it under his head, he sucked my cum out of the pillow case. "Let's put your underwear back on tiger," I said. We fished it out of the tangled sheets, and he let me slide it up his hairless little legs, and I covered his still stiff little rod. He curled up next to me and closed those wonderful blue eyes, falling asleep almost immediately. Damn, I loved this little boy. I slid out of bed, covered him with the sheet I knew he would kick off again, and wrapped the towel around my waist. I slipped out of the door and into the dark hall, leaving it ajar, like I had found it, and went quietly through the sleeping house to my own bed. Thank you for reading my story, I have never written one about a boy that young, and have no experience to draw from. Let me know what you think shyoldguy@hotmail.com