From: mwaggen@sirius.com
Subject: The Skateboarders
Date: Tue, 07 May 1996 03:09:47 GMT

THE SKATEBOARDERS   A SHORT STORY OF YOUNG LUST   BY   Chuckie Cheez

			     THE SKATEBOARDERS
				CHAPTER ONE

It was Friday afternoon, the weekend was upon me.  Hot damn, summer in the
city.  It was quite a climb up the hill to the Cal State campus, but the
Chevy Blazer was passing other cars that were having a hard time making the
grade.  I was on my way to one of the cruisiest bathrooms in the state.
Located on the top of a high hill, not only did it command a excellent
view, it brought a few of the more daring local kids up there on
skateboards to fly down the hill crisscrossing the lanes making you feel
that what they really wanted to do was kill themselves

The day could not have been nicer.  Not only was it warm and sunny, but
there wasn't a cloud in the sky.  The view, which was usually obscured by
smog, fog, or low lying clouds was crystal clear and you could see all the
way to San Francisco, twenty miles away.  I found a place to park, and got
out.  Since I had the air conditioning on in the truck, I hadn't realized
just how hot it was outside, and me, in long pants.  I grabbed my pack,
which had my shorts in it, and headed for the bathroom.

Adjacent to the college football stadium it was your typical bathroom,
three sinks lined up on one wall, and two shitters and a piss-trough on the
other.  No windows to look in, just some low vent holes in the brick wall
to let air and some light in.  Between the two stalls was a glory-hole
about eight inches in diameter.  In the stall next to the piss trough there
was a hole through which you could see people standing there taking a piss,
and you could see who was coming in the door.

As I walked through the door there was a young boy, about thirteen,
standing at the piss-trough reading the graffiti on the wall.  It said,
"SHOW HARD FOR GOOD BLOW JOB."  I took in the beauty of this vision of
adolescence.  He was somewhere in the neighborhood of four and a half feet
tall and probably weighed ninety pounds.  He had fine, wispy
strawberry-blonde hair that fell down the back of his head to his neck.  He
turned around and shot me a glance and I could see that his deep brown eyes
were sizing me up.  He didn't seem afraid, just apprehensive.  I walked
over to the sink, where I could see him in the mirror and began to wash my
hands.

I watched him, trying to get a glimpse of what I imagined was pubescent
cock at it's very best.  He didn't look back over his shoulder.  He just
stood there with his back to me, but I could not hear piss hitting the
metal trough.

I dried my hands and picked my pack up off the floor and took my shorts
out.  I unbuttoned my 501's and slid them off.  Since it was summertime and
hot, I was not wearing any undershorts.  He turned around just as I was
reaching down to slide my shorts on.  He was wearing an oversized
"Thrasher" tee-shirt of the kind that is popular with kids his age.  (You
know, the kind that comes down and hides the crotch and ass, as though they
know that every queen in the world is trying to see.)  He had on a pair of
black spandex shorts with an orange strip down the left leg.  High top
tennis shoes with no socks and bright orange laces completed the outfit.

As I stood there, naked from the waist down, I glanced over at him and
quickly decided that underneath those shorts was the sweetest cock I could
ever hope for.  He lingered for just a moment as he surreptitiously glanced
at my nakedness.  My cock had started to swell to it's fullest, and while
it was not totally hard, he could see that I was getting a hard-on.  He
shot me a grin that was almost a smile, picked up his skate board and
rolled out the door.

I was heart-broken to say the least.  My heart was pounding like mad.  I
thought for sure that I was going to score this boy-chick and make him feel
better than he had ever felt in his life.  I peeked out the door and saw
him disappear around the fence.  I heard his skateboard hit the ground and
listened as it rumbled out of earshot.  Dejectedly I returned to the stall
closest to the piss-trough, where I could see who was coming in the door.

I had sat there for about ten minutes when I heard someone coming.  I
leaned over and looked through the eyeball sized hole to see who was
entering my domain.  My heart was again pounding like crazy, I just knew it
was him coming back, even though I had not heard the skateboard.  It
wasn't.  It was however one of the college students I had seen in there
before.  He had been leaving one day just as I arrived.  He bent down to
see under the stalls to be sure the one next to me was empty, came over,
opened the stall door and slowly walked in.

Like I said, I had seen him in there before.  He was six foot plus tall,
probably weighed in at around 165 pounds.  His short black hair was wet
from perspiration, he had on those popular spandex pants.  The same type as
the skateboarder, I thought.  A black tank top and white tennies completed
the outfit.  I was ready.

As he prepared to sit down on the commode, I could feel him looking through
the glory-hole to see what I was doing.  I slowly stroked my semi-hard
cock, not really letting him see the meat, but just the action of my arm.
He pulled down his shorts, and I could just barely catch a glimpse of his
soft tool as he sat down.  I watched the cock-hole as his right arm began
moving in that familiar pattern that indicates that he is not just there to
shit

I began to stroke my cock harder and moved my arm just a bit so that he
could see that my cock was hard and ready.  He shifted slightly on the seat
of the toilet and there it was.  Just as I had suspected, it was about nine
inches long and six inches around.  Circumcised meat and throbbing for the
suck.  I pulled my tee-shirt up slightly revealing my hard cock. I jacked
myself off for a few seconds leaning back on the seat to give him a full
view and let my intentions be known.  I leaned forward again to look in his
side and he had pushed his pants down around his ankles to give me a full
view of his luscious manhood.  It was fully erect and the mushroom top was
aching to be toyed with.  His piss-slit was oozing the pre-cum of
excitement.  He was ready and so was I.  I reached toward the glory-hole
and ran my finger slowly around the hole, letting him know that I wanted
him to stick his dick through and give me a taste.  He leaned back on the
toilet and stroked it slowly teasing me and exciting me at the same time.
Then he stood up and his cock bounced up and down by muscle jerks.  He
turned toward the hole ran his finger across the head of his cock and
pushed it through to my waiting mouth.

I ran my hand over his pulsating cock and watched in delight as it jerked
some more.  I blew on the tip of his meat mouthful and heard him moan with
delight.  I shot my tongue out and licked at the very tip where the pre-cum
had begun to flow.  "Sticky and sweet, and lots more where that came from"
I thought. No pun intended.  I leaned forward and took just enough of the
head of his dick in my mouth to get it wet and make the plunge down this
long shaft to the pubic hairs more obtainable.  With care, I nibbled at the
back portion of his cut cock and he kinda purred with ecstasy.  I drew a
deep breath and made the plunge.  Two, four, six, eight and finally I had
all his steel piss rod down my throat.  I heard him almost scream with
delight.  I came back to the top, not letting it out of my mouth, took
another deep breath and went to hilt again.  I could smell the sweat in his
crotch and this fueled me more.  Again and again, I let my mouth go up and
down his cock.  He began to pump his cock in and out of the hole.  Thrust
after thrust it went into my mouth and down my throat.  Each push seemed to
go deeper and deeper.  I didn't think that anyone could go so long winded.
I could feel that his climax was getting near, and hoped that he would not
pull it out as some do when they are ready to come.  Just as I figured he
was ready, he pulled back from the hole and just stood there, making it
bounce up and down.  I put my hand back to the hole to let him know how
much I wanted his baby-making juice in my mouth.

He sat back down and began to jack himself off.  I was crushed.  I leaned
forward and whispered through the hole,"Let me have that cock again.  Let
me take that come in my mouth".

"Not until I have had a lick on yours" he said.

I stood up and pushed my cock through the cum stained hole and directed it
towards where I knew his mouth would be.  He was hungry for dick.  He took
my cock in his mouth and went down the shaft to the base in one long suck.
I thought that I had died and went to heaven.  Over and over, up and down
my rock hard his mouth slid.  Warm, wet and good.  That's the only
description I could come up with.  He continued like this until I knew that
I couldn't hold on another second.  I pulled back and did to him as he had
done to me.  I sat back down and waited for him to return his cock to my
eagerly awaiting mouth.

Slowly he stood up and stroked his meat for me some more.  I thought that I
would die if I didn't get this huge piece of manhood in my mouth for the
kill.  He turned toward the hole once again and pushed it through.

This time I knew that I would not let go until he had drained himself of
every drop of juice that he had.  I took his rod in my mouth and began to
suck again.  It surprised me when he came almost immediately.  I guess that
his sucking my dick had excited him to the point of no return.

Just as I was slurping down for the fourth or fifth time, he exploded a
load into my mouth.  I gasped and went down to the point where his pubic
hairs were tickling my nose.  He let out groan after groan.  Spurt after
spurt of delicious cum flowing down my throat.  His knees were banging on
the wooden walls of the stall.  I could tell that he was truly spent and
totally exhausted from this wonderful ordeal.  I could not let go of this
smooth cock.  I milked it for all it had in it.  Taking it deep and using
my farthest throat muscles, I massaged it until I thought he was going to
collapse.  Finally, I let go, and it came out of my mouth with a pop.  He
pulled his now limp dick from the hole and stood there just panting for a
short time.  He pulled several sheets of ass-wipe from the holder and
cleaned off his tool.  He turned towards me and gave me one last look at
his manhood as he slid his tight pants up and over his balls and cock.  He
reached his hand down inside the straining fabric and rearranged his box so
that it was bulging at just the right places and quietly exited the stall.

I sat there smoking a cigarette for a few minutes savoring what had just
taken place.  My cock was still raging hard and I was far from satisfied.
I decided to wait until the next person came along.  Sometimes it is so
busy at this dick-licking location that you can do three or four cocks in
no time flat.  I sat there four about fifteen minutes and decided that what
I really needed was to get high.

I stood up and tucked my throbbing cock and aching balls into my shorts and
stepped out of the stall and left the building.  Outside I had to stand a
for moment to adjust my eyes to the bright sunlight.  Over to my right was
the top portion of the grandstand overlooking the school football field.
What a time this bathroom must be when a football game or other sporting
event is going on. I made myself a mental note to check the Sunday paper
for a game schedule.

I walked the short distance to where my car was parked, I put my hand in my
pocket to get my keys and there was my stiff dick again.  "Hope things get
really busy this afternoon" I said to myself.  I got in my car and opened
my container of marijuana and filled my favorite wooden pipe with some of
the best weed I had purchased in months.  I lit it and took a deep toke and
held it in until my lungs felt as thought they were going to burst.  I let
it out with a whoosh and felt the rush to my head.  I got out of the car
and set out for the glory seat next to the glory-hole.

As I was walking across the blacktop, I could hear a sound I had learned to
know.  It meant that my favorite type of boymeat was somewhere close.  It
was the sound of a skateboard rolling along the street.  This part of the
campus was a favorite with skateboarders due to it's hills and valleys
where young boys could do daring feats on their four-wheeled noise makers.
Some of these guys were really quite good.  Jumping high in the air on
their boards and doing stunts that would make the short hairs on the back
of your neck curl.  I looked around in the direction of the sounds, but
could see no one.

I stood outside the john for a few seconds straining my ears for another
clue as to where the chicken-of-my-dreams was now.  I could hear nothing
but the batting of balls from the tennis courts nearby.  "Fuck it," I
decided.  Back inside I went, took down my shorts and sat down on my
favorite seat in the world waiting for my next cock to walk in and be
serviced.  I was just getting ready to take another toke on my pipe when I
heard the sound of footsteps coming my way.  The outside area of the
bathroom was covered in gravel so you could hear anyone that approached.  I
leaned back quickly so that I could position myself to see out the small
hole that accessed a view of the piss-trough and the front door.  The sound
of walking stopped just short of the front door.  Then, silence.  I sat
looking, straining my eye to catch a shadow outside.  I could see nothing.
Then, very quietly, he entered.  "Jesus Christ" I gasped to myself, "It's
the skateboarder"

He kinda peeked inside and I put my feet where he could see that I was
sitting in the stall.  My cock became rock hard instantly.  My heart was
pounding as he crept inside and walked over to the piss-trough.  He sat his
skateboard down on the floor and turned slightly away from me.  I could see
his backside and his right arm as it pulled down the fabric of his spandex
pants.  I could see the movement of his left hand taking his cock out.  His
head turned ever so slightly to look at the wall and the hole where my eye
was glued.  He just stood there, not letting me see his boymeat, and not
pissing either.  I decided that if I was going to get this, I had to think
fast.  He looked like a rock-and-roller with his long strawberry-blonde
hair. "I wonder if he likes to get high"I thought.  Never taking my eye off
the hole and his ass, I reached in the pocket of my shorts and got out my
pipe, still full of good dope.  I lit it and took a deep draw.  I didn't
hold it long, I just blew it through the peep hole in the direction of
where he was standing.

I saw that he caught the scent immediately.  He glanced over his shoulder
to see where the aroma was coming from.  "Kinda coy" I thought, "When's he
gonna show me his hard on."

"That sure smells like some good shit man" he said.

Well, this certainly brought me to my senses quickly.  His voice was
boyishly high and seemed out of character for his size.  He must be younger
than I thought.  "Would you like a hit" I asked.  As I watched through the
hole he let go of his dick and his spandex pants hit his body with a smack.
He turned more toward the wall and sort of addressed the hole my eye was
glued to.

"Bitchen" he replied.

"Come over into the other stall" I said.

Without hesitation he picked up his skateboard and moved in the direction
of the other stall.  As the door creaked open I heard his kinda whisper "Oh
wow"

"Sit down, I said, and I will pass my pipe through this hole."

As he moved into the stall, I stuck my hand holding my pipe through the
glory-hole and waited for him to take it.  He seemed tentative but not
afraid.  He let the door close quietly and sat his board down on the floor.
He bent down and took the pipe from me and lit it.  He did not sit down on
the toilet.  I craned my neck to see his body more fully, but that god
damned tee-shirt cover his crotch.  I heard him cough slightly as he
exhaled the smoke form my pipe.

"That's some killer weed" he said, coughing.

"Sit down and have another toke" I said.

He sat down on the seat without removing his pants. "Fuck" I thought.  He
handed me the pipe I took another hit and quickly shoved it to him again.

"Why is this hole here" he asked sheepishly.

"Well, you see, I started, "there are guys in this world that like to have
their dicks sucked by another guy, and this is where they come to get it
done"

He lit the pipe and contemplated this for a moment."You mean that guys
stick their dicks through this hole and a guy on the other side sucks on
their cock?"  He queried.

"Exactly" I smiled, I took the pipe from him and took another hit for
myself.  I passed the pipe back to him and bent down to get a good look at
his face.

"What a beautiful child" I thought.  Just the right amount of freckles on
his nose, a wispy start of hair above his lip, and a light silken red down
on his legs signaled to me that he was indeed young, but certainly no
child.  My cock was raging and I was furiously thinking of how I might get
this boy-chick-man-child's cock in my hot and hungry mouth.

"Want another hit" I asked as I passed the pipe over one more time.

"Well, maybe just one" he replied.  "This sure is good weed".I listened and
watched as he took another deep hit and passed the pipe back.  "Let me get
this straight" he said.  "Guys come in here and have other guys suck on
their cocks?  That means that you are waiting for someone to come in and
suck yours?"

"Not necessarily" I replied, laughing at his use of the word straight.

He sat there digesting that statement and I could tell that his mind was
racing, trying to figure out what to say next.

"So what does that mean?" he asked.

"What it means is; I am waiting on someone to come in here that wants his
cock sucked."

I thought that his mouth would never close again.  Of course that was fine
with me, I wanted to put my dick into it anyway.  His eyes got the size of
silver dollars and he looked at me with surprise.  "Are you kidding?" he
asked sheepishly.

"Never been more serious in my life." I replied "Ever had your dick
licked?" I asked with a quirk in my eye.

"No, never" was his faint reply.

He had regained some of his composure, but I could tell the weed had done
it's trick.  His inhibitions were substantially lower than they were when
he had come in and I was moving in for the kill.

"Would you like to try it" I asked boldly.  The dope had done it's work on
me and I too had lost most of my inhibitions.

"You aren't kidding, are you?  People, guys that is, really come up here to
get a blow-job?" he asked.

"Look, kid...  listen, what's your name" I asked tenderly.

"Alex" he replied.

Alex was one of my favorite names.  And this apparition sitting next to me
had it.  And, I was on my way to having him.  "Listen, Alex, guys have been
having sex together for thousands of years.  Probably since the beginning
of time itself.  There isn't anything wrong with it.  Remember, Adam came
before Eve so it's logical that he played with himself before she came
along."  I was looking for good logic and all of this seemed to be quite
stupid, and I didn't want to scare him off.  "Let's get out of this stink
hole and go outside"

"OK" he said.

I stood up with my raging hard-on pointing straight out from my body.  I
reached down to pull up my shorts and I could see through the hole that he
was watching me.  I pulled my shorts on and reaching down to adjust my hard
cock in my pants I said, "Can't seem to get rid of this hard-on."

"I know what you mean." he intoned in a low voice, almost to himself, but
loud enough for me to hear.

We walked outside together.  The sunlight was warm and the air was
refreshing after the stench of the bathroom.  "Let's drive down the hill in
my truck and get a something to drink."  I said.  It was hot, and all this
talk about sucking cock has made me thirsty.

We walked over to where my truck was parked, I unlocked the door for him
and he got in without hesitation.

"You're a pretty brave kid" I said, "You needn't be afraid, you are totally
safe with me."

"Well," he said, "you seem like a nice guy, and anyway I'm too stoned to
argue."

We drove down the hill and stopped at a 7-11 and since he wanted a beer, I
bought a twelve pack of Bud.

"Where to now?" I asked.

"You're driving" he said.  "Wherever you want to go is fine with me."

That's all I needed to hear.  I started the car and headed for home.  I
only lived about a ten minute drive from the campus, so I knew he would not
get worried about going a long distance.

"Here, drink this."  I said, as I grabbed a can of beer and handed it to
him.

He took the beer, nodded his thanks, opened the top and took a long drink.
He let out a long belch and said, "Where we headed?"

"My house," I said.  "I have a sound system that will put you in the ozone,
and sixty inches of TV to watch.  The house is air conditioned and we can
kick back and relax there without worrying about getting busted."

We were turning the corner to my street when he said that he had to pee.  I
told him to hang on just a few more seconds and we would be there.  I
turned the truck into the driveway, shut the engine off and said, "We're
here."

"Just in time," he said, "I don't think I could have waited another
second."

We opened the door to the house and I told him the bathroom was to his
left.  He bolted for the toilet, pulled down the front of his spandex pants
and let a full stream of piss hit the porcelain.  I still couldn't see this
cock I was so wanting for, but I figured anything that could make that much
noise pissing was definitely worth the wait.

"Let's sit in here."  I said.  "How do you like my TV?"

He looked at the massive screen on the Mitsubishi sixty inch TV and gasped.
"I've seen these in the store, but I never knew anyone that owned one!"

I turned on the set and asked what he wanted to see.

"Got any dirty movies?" he asked.

Jesus, this can't be happening I thought.  "You betcha!" I replied.  I went
to the shelf and took down BI-SEXUAL LUST, one of my favorite films with
two guys and a gal.  The guys were really young, probably about eighteen or
so, and the woman was really pretty.  It had a lot of scenes with the guys
doing it to each other and I figured that if anything was going to get him
in the mood, this would.  I put it on and the first scene was a blonde man
and a woman fucking.

"Wow that's really hot." Alex said.

"Wait till you see what's next." I replied.

After a few minutes of fucking on the screen, a second guy joined the
couple.  He started out by kissing and sucking the blondes tits and finally
worked his way down to where he was sucking the blondes' cock.

"How about that?" I asked.

"I've never seen anything like this.  These guys look like they aren't even
interested in the girl.  They just want each other."  he said.

"That's what happens, after you have had a guy, you just don't seem to find
women satisfying."  I said.  "See how the blonde is fucking that other
guy's mouth.  That really turns me on."  I grabbed at my crotch and
squeezed my cock and let him see the bulge in my pants.  "See what I mean?"

"Yeah, me too," he said as he pulled up his tee-shirt for the first time
and grabbed his crotch.  "I have a boner too."

I looked over and saw for the first time the outline of his hard cock
inside the black spandex pants that fit so tight.  "Wanna feel good?" I
said.  I took my pipe out of my pack and filled another bowl, lit it and
gave it to him.

He took a long deep and held it for a long time and let it out with a rush.
He leaned back in the recliner and said, "I am truly fucked up!"

The time had come I felt.  I got out of chair and walked over in front the
recliner he was sitting in and knelt down in front of him.  I put my hand
on his almost hairless leg and rubbed it ever so lightly.  He made no move
to get away.  He just closed his eyes and laid his head back.  Done, I
thought.

"Let's get you more comfortable," I said.  I untied his shoes and took them
off, and slid his socks off his feet.  His legs were like silk.  The hair,
if you could call it that, it was more like down, was fuzzy and smooth.  I
ran my hands over his legs and massaged his feet.  He moaned when I ran my
tongue over his toes, and onto the bottom of his feet.  "This is just the
beginning." I said.

I moved into a position where I could get my hands under his tee-shirt, and
felt his smooth chest and as I stuck my finger in his navel, he writhed
like a cat in heat.  I continued to rub his stomach and chest and finally
found his flat nipples.  "Do you know that a man's nipples get hard just
like a woman's?" I asked.

"No!" Was all he could manage in his cracking boy-man voice.

I slipped his tee-shirt up and over his head, revealing his barren chest.
Small strands of red hair protruded from his armpits, and I licked at his
navel and tongued my way up to his right nipple.  I ran my wet tongue, that
was almost as hard as my cock over and over the nipple.  It got rock hard
very quickly.  "See what I mean," I said, as I bit his tit ever so lightly.

"Jesus Christ," he exploded.

I nibbled on his tit for a while longer and then did the same thing to the
left one.  The more I licked, the more he wiggled in the chair.  Time to
work my way back down, I thought.  I ran my tongue back down his
breastplate, stopping at the navel one more time.  The I put my face into
his crotch and blew my breath through the spandex onto his nuts.  This was
the first inclination I had as to the size of his dick.  It was right at
the tip of my nose.  Rock hard with pubescent lust.  He pushed his body up
and drove his crotch deeper into my face.  I could smell that sweet odor of
adolescence.  There is nothing like that smell in the world.  It's kind of
like puppy breath, not mature, but alive and growing.

Through the spandex pants I nibbled at his balls, I put my hand on his cock
and squeezed it hard.  Five inches of young, eager meat met my grasp.  As I
squeezed it, he said"Let me take my pants off."

I reached up and grabbed the top of the shorts and pulled them down to his
knees, being careful to leave his underwear on.  I slipped them over the
knees and off his body completely.  He laid there in the recliner, I could
see perfectly the outline of his cock in the white briefs he wore.  "Mind
if I take off my clothes?" I asked.

"I hoped that you would, I would like to see your body again." he said.

I stood up and slowly disrobed for him.  First taking my shirt off and
letting him see my chest.  He liked the lightning bolt tattooed on my
chest, and remarked that he hoped that he had as much hair on his chest
someday as I did.  I explained that some people have massive hair on their
bodies'.  "Nature was just mildly kind to me in the hair department," I
said "A little bit of my hair has started to fall out and the rest has
begun to turn gray."

"That's OK" he said "I think it looks distinguished.  How old are you
anyway?"

"Does it matter?" I asked.  As he shook his head no, I lied and told him
35.  Then I asked the question I was alternately dying to know, and afraid
to find out.  "How old are you?" I asked with my most nonchalant voice.

He looked at me with eyes I had fallen totally in lust with.  They were so
brown.  "Does it matter?" he grinned.

"No, not at all" I replied.

"Thirteen" he said loudly "And I'm ready."

Looking at his tight briefs with his cock bouncing in them I said "I can
see you are."

I slowly reached in my shorts and took my hard cock in my hand and stroked
it.  "So am I."  I slid my shorts down and kicked them off.  Standing there
completely naked in front of him, watching him rub his cock made me almost
come right then.  I fell to my knees in front of the recliner and pushed it
back so that he was almost prone.  I put my hands under each leg and lifted
his butt off the chair so that I could get my face in his crotch.  I
nibbled some more at his ball sack through the cotton fabric of the briefs.
Again and again I was assaulted by the sweet smell of adolescence.  I
licked at the skin just outside his briefs and he wriggled with delight.
Constantly straining his body upward pushing his hard cock into my
forehead.

I gripped my finger around the top of the shorts and started to pull them
down.  The short, hair of youth, in bright red began to appear at the
elastic.  I continued to pull down and the head of his cock caught in the
elastic straining to be released.  Farther down I pulled and his cock bent
over and I could see the base of the shaft.  I put my tongue there and
licked furiously.  His moaning became loud, almost a scream.  "Fuck, what a
sensation" he said.

I stopped pulling at the front of the shorts and began working on the ass
portion.  Since there was no hard cock to keep them from coming down they
slid past the crack area and I buried my face in the crack of his ass.  His
legs were high in the air, his cock was straining to get out of the shorts,
and I was licking his sweet hairless asshole.  I came on the floor without
even touching myself.  But my cock stayed rock hard ready for another.  I
could tell this was going to be along afternoon.

I lifted his legs even higher so that I could get to his ball sack, licking
it, turning him on even more.  "I don't know how much of this I can take"
he said.

"As much as I can dish out" I replied.

I pulled his undershorts off and threw them across the room.  Now his cock
was exposed to it's fullest.  It was just as I had suspected it was when I
first laid eyes on him back at the bathroom.  Four and a half inches long
and not very big around.  It showed promise of someday becoming a fine
piece of man-meat.  But for now it was boy meat at it's best.  I licked at
the very tip of his cock and tasted the sweet pre-cum.  Up and down his boy
prick I ran my tongue.  I grabbed his balls and tugged down on them
slightly bringing his cock up so that I could get my mouth over the head.
He screamed with delight as I finally ran his meat fully into my mouth and
deep into my throat.

"I think I am going to cum" he yelled at the top of his voice.

And with that he exploded in my throat.  Load after load shot down my hot
and willing throat.  I could feel each spurt as it hit the back of throat.
I sucked hard until I could tell that he was fully expended.  I pulled off
with a pop, and he sighed deeply.

"Wasn't that fun?" I queried

"I have never had a nut like that" he said.

"Ready for another?" I asked.

"Now?!" he moaned.

"Well maybe not right this second, but certainly before I take you back to
Hayward." I said.  "What say we go and get cleaned up?"

He stood up and his limp prick, with it's small patch of shinning red hair
stood out against his athletic body.  He followed my nakedness into the
bathroom and I turned on the shower, adjusted the water and said "Hop in."

He made no hesitation as he stepped into the shower and I followed directly
behind him.

"I have never taken a shower with another person, except in gym class" he
said.  "Even then we sure weren't as close as this.  Most of the other guys
in my class don't even have hair around their cocks.  I guess I'm lucky to
have started puberty early."

I picked up the soap and told him to turn around.  I soaped his back and
shoulders working my way down to his ass crack.  His skin was smooth and
soft and he grabbed onto the shower head to hold himself up.  I ran my
soapy hands around his ass cheeks, and then up and down his crack.  I
barely nudged my finger into his poop chute, careful not to cause him pain.
I wanted him to know that his bunghole was for more than just shitting.  I
pulled my finger out of his tight hole and continued down his almost
hairless legs.

"Turn around" I demanded softly.  He turned around and his cock was rigid
again.  "I see it doesn't take you long to get ready."

"I guess when you are young, and unexperienced, it wants to get hard all
the time.  Sometimes I get a hard-on in class.  One time I went into the
boys room and jacked myself off between classes."

"Youth doesn't really have anything to do with it" I said.  "I still get
hard-ons during the day at work."

I soaped my hands again and started cleaning and massaging his shoulders
and chest, I played with his tits and pinched each of them lovingly.  He
was doing the same to me.  I let my hand slide down to soap his balls and
cock.  I loved the way his hair felt, and his cock was like steel.

I turned around and placed my asshole against his rod, and pushed against
his body.  "Fuck me" I said.

"What?" he asked surprised.

"Stick your cock in my ass" I repeated.

"You're not kidding" he said as he reached down to feel my ass-crack.  "I
have heard that you can stick your cock in someone's ass, but I thought the
guys were just bullshitting me."

"This is no bullshit" I said.  "Just push it into my asshole and see how
good it feels."

He pushed forward and it went in with no trouble at all.  He made a few
tentative thrusts, and said "Holy shit, was all he could manage to say.

He kept pushing in and out, he had folded his arms around my chest and was
holding tight.  Thrust after thrust he drove his cock deeper into my brown
hole.  After several minutes he started to breathe heavy and I knew that
his nut was close.  I started to gyrate my ass and with that he exploded
into my bowels.  His second climax was greater than the first.  He slowly
slipped his cock out of my ass, and said that was the best climax he had
ever had.  "Look my cock won't go down now.  Maybe it will stay hard
forever."  He turned around to face the water and as he did he backed into
my crotch with his ass.  "Can you put your cock in me?"

"Let's rinse off and go in the bedroom" I said.

We cleansed all the soap off and got out and dried each other off.  He
followed me into the bedroom and got on the bed with me.  His cock was
still up and ready for more action, and I wondered how many times I could
get him off.

I rolled over on top of him and kissed him hard on the mouth.  I probed
with my tongue until he opened his mouth.  I french kissed him and he
responded with his tongue in my mouth.  I slid down and kissed and licked
his tits, biting and nibbling his nipples.  Each time I bit his nipple he
would arch his back and moan.  I could feel his hard cock against my
stomach.  I slid farther down and sucked his cock and balls.  I reached up
under his legs so that I could arch his butt up to where I could get my
tongue into his asshole.  He screamed with delight.  I took the lube from
the nightstand and put a glob on his hairless hole and worked my finger in
and up past the sphincter muscle and found his prostrate and massaged it
from the inside.  I arched him up and got ready to insert my dick. "This
may hurt at first, but just relax as much as you can.  I will go easy".

I got the head in and I could tell he was in pain, but he made no effort to
stop me.  I slowly pushed until I felt it go past the sphincter and then he
relaxed, and pushed towards me until I was fully into his ass.  Taking it
real slow I pumped in and out.

"This is the best I've ever felt in my life" he said.  "Don't ever quit
fucking me."

The warmth and tightness of his ass made me feel like I could go on fucking
him for ever.  However the youngness of his body made me excited beyond
words.  I pushed deeper and he squealed with hurt-delight.  I said "I am
going to come" and made a few final deep thrusts into his ass and exploded
with a nut that seemed like it was my first.  Just as I started to come he
grabbed his cock and stroked a couple of time and shot out a load of his
own baby juice that hit his face it came so hard.

We both laid their for about ten minutes just breathing hard and reflecting
about what had just occurred.  Finally I said "How about another shower?"

"Bitchen" he replied.

We got up and went into the bathroom, turned on the water and got in.


			     THE SKATEBOARDERS
				CHAPTER TWO

I had given Alex my phone number before he left, and he knew where I lived.
I walked around for the next few days wondering if I was ever going to see
or hear from this beautiful boy-chick again.  I decided that I couldn't sit
around the house all the time waiting for a call that might not come.  I
had errands to do, it was Saturday, the weather couldn't be better, but God
dammit I was horny, and the thought of that boy, Alex, just wouldn't leave
my head.

I had dropped him off at the local BART station so he could get back to
Hayward where he lived.  He said that he would call me soon.  So, what the
fuck was soon?  "Now, now, calm down," I said to myself.  "Fine, now he's
got you talking to yourself." I said to myself again.

When the phone rang, I half jumped out of my skin.  I dashed through the
living room, and into the den where I almost knocked over the lamp getting
to the phone. I grabbed it and cooed "Hello! Oh shit, it's just you." I
said to my friend Brian.  "What the fuck do you want?"

The voice on the other end began it's sing-song tone about how he had met
this hooker named Wanda, and how she had this pre-pubescent son who she was
looking to sell, and was I interested?  "So what do you think? You wanna
try this out?" Brian spoke like a true queen.  Lots of "Ya know, honey."
and, "girlfriend", things like that.

I said that I would love to "try" this boy out, but, today was out of the
question.  I had the closet to finish, I had a hundred errands to run,
blah, blah, blah.  Getting off the phone from Brian was as hard as anything
you would ever try and accomplish.  Finally, I said "Good-bye, Brain, I am
hanging-up now.  I will call you sometime tomorrow, and we will see what we
can put together.  Tell this woman that I will take the boy.  See if you
can get a feel for how much she wants, find out if he's a virgin, and then
don't let anyone else get to him before I do!  Think you can handle that?
I've got to go!"

"Listen girlfriend," he intoned, "I can handle that with ease.  Call me
first thing in the morning, and I'll let you know.  See ya, honey!"  And
with that he hung up.

I put my receiver on the hook and grabbed my keys, set the house alarm, and
shot out the door.  Just as I was turning the key in the latch, I heard the
phone ring.  I knew the answering machine was on, so I finished the turn
and locked the door, got into my Blazer, and headed out for the nearest
hardware store.  Hardware stores are fun. They usually have a lot of high
school age boys working in them on weekends.  The nearest was a huge ACE
Hardware in Fremont, about a twenty minute drive from my house.  I had
driven for several blocks when my cellular phone rang.  My heart stopped
short.  Could it be?  "Hello!", I said tentatively into the remote mike.

"Hey dude."  Alex's voice said.  "What's up?"

"You're it." I said without hesitation.  "I was hoping you would call me
today."  Actually, I was hoping he would call ANY day.

"Where are you?" he said.

"On my way to the hardware store in Fremont." I replied."Where are you?"

"At home. I was wondering if you were busy today?" he asked.

"I am never busy for my friends.  You wanna come over to the house?" I
asked.

"Yeah, that sounds bitchen."

I loved the way he said the word "bitchen".  Such a colloquialism.  "What's
your plan, Stan?  I am going to be about another hour running errands in
Fremont, and then I am going to go home."

"I can get on BART and go to Union City and you could pick me up there." he
said.  "I am ready to go, but I can wait about an hour and then go, and you
can pick me up."

"Why don't you go now, and take the train to Fremont.  I'm not far from the
BART station and I could pick you up there.  You could help me with my
errands and then we could go and rent a movie and go back to my house."

"Sounds OK to me," he said.  "I will leave right now and get there as quick
as I can."

"I will wait for you at the front of the station." I said.  He said
good-bye and I disconnected.  If anyone was watching me they certainly knew
without a doubt that happiness had arrived.  I was smiling from ear-to-ear
and could think of little else than getting to the BART station.  I pulled
into a Wendy's drive-thru and ordered a coffee, got out my map and found
the Fremont BART station and headed in that direction.  I got there about
twenty minutes after I had talked to Alex on the phone.  Just the thought
of Alex made my dick hard.  I pulled up in front of the station, found a
parking spot and sat there waiting, rubbing my engorged cock.  The time
seemed to pass very slowly.  I guess it always does when you are waiting
for something you want real bad.  I had almost drank the entire cup of
coffee, and I had to pee real bad.  Three trains had passed by and he still
wasn't here.  The next train to arrive was the one I had been waiting for.
Alex bounded out of the station and I watched him intently as he walked
towards the truck.  He had on a pair of baggy, fluorescent green shorts, a
"Gotcha" tee-shirt, a multi-colored lightweight jacket, high-top tennies,
with no socks, and over his shoulder he had a small pack.  He was carrying
his skateboard with the usual abandon of skateboarders.  He opened the door
without hesitation, got in the seat, looked over at me and smiled.  I
melted into the seat.  "How ya doing'?" I asked.

"Couldn't be better." he replied.  "How are you?"

"At this point I just could not be better.  It's Saturday, I don't have to
work, and you're here."  I reached over and tousled his hair.  He replied
by grabbing my knee and squeezing it hard, making me jump in the seat.
"You hungry?" I asked.

"No, but I would like something to drink." he said.

"I just had a cup of coffee and I have to piss, so let's go to Wendy's and
you can get something and I can pee."Without waiting for a reply I drove
out of the BART station and headed down the street to the Wendy's I had
been to earlier.  We got there and I dove out of the car and headed to the
bathroom.  Not a moment too soon, I thought.  Another five minutes and I
would have pissed my pants.  Something I truly enjoyed doing, but I didn't
want to freak him out.  He followed me in the head, and stood there
watching me piss.  "You'll make my dick hard," I said.

"No problem," he said.  "I can take care of that.  I got some bitchen weed
this week.  You wanna get high?"

"Now that's a dumb question." I replied.  "I live for two things; to get
high and sex.  And, not necessarily in that order."  I finished pissing,
and stuffed my hard cock into my shorts, arranged it the best I could and
said "Let's go."

We got our drinks, (How could anyone drink Coke that early in the morning?)
and left the restaurant.  He reached into his pack and pulled out this
humongous joint and lit it.  "Try this."  he said, as he passed it towards
me.

I could already smell the "skunky" green weed burning.  I took a toke and
savored it's bitter-sweet taste.  As I exhaled I could feel the rush it
provided to my addled brain.  "Good shit." I said.  "Where did ya get
this?"

"A friend of mine had it for sale." he replied.  "I don't usually buy dope,
but this was too good to pass up.  Kids don't have good dope very often,
and I hoped that I would be able to see you this weekend and get you high.
You know, return the favor from the last time I saw you."

"That's really nice of you.  Most kids your age don't care about how adults
feel.  It's nice to see someone of your age who cares."

"Where we headed for?" he asked.

"We have to go to the hardware store and pick up some items I need to
finish building some shelves I'm putting in one the closets.  You know
about closets?"

He looked at me kinda strangely and said, "HUH?"

"Never mind," I said.  We pulled into the lot of the hardware store and
went inside.  I had decided that I wanted to watch him inside the store,
and not the boys working there.  I wanted to see if he cruised other men.
Alex was young, but not a "boy" by any means.  He was mature for his age
and he sure caught on quickly about sex.  As we walked up and down the
aisles picking up various items I needed I watched him as he did just as I
suspected.  He gave that up, down, once-over glance at just about every guy
we passed.  There was no doubt, now, in my mind where his sexual
orientation stood.  Alex was gay, and I was going to be his teacher.  Hot
damn, summer in the city...

We left the store and rode towards my house in relative quiet.  At one stop
light I reached over and put my hand on his leg and slowly ran my hand up
and down the soft skin.  I ran my hand up under the leg of his baggy shorts
and to the point where I found his cotton briefs, lingered there for just a
second, and then pulled away.  He shivered just slightly, and he made no
effort to move away.  There was plenty of anything at the house and no need
to stop on the way home for anything further.  In about ten minutes I
turned down my street and pulled into the carport.

"We're here!!" I whined.

"Bitchen!" he answered.  "Let's go in and get high."

My head was still spinning from the earlier smoking.  It's funny how the
younger generation can't seem to get high enough.  Or perhaps he needed to
be real high at this time in his life in order to experiment with sex.  Who
gives a shit.  I filled the pipe with some more of that good green weed and
we sat in the recliners and smoked till I thought I was going to explode.

"Jesus," he said, "I certainly am fucked up!"

"You and me both, dude." I replied.  "Want something to drink?"  I didn't
wait for a reply, and walked out into the kitchen and opened the fridge.
"Pepsi!" I screamed.

"Sure, that'll be fine." he replied.

I got two Pepsi's, and walked back into the other room and stood in front
of him with my hand outstretched towards him.  "Here's your drink."  He
reached out and grabbed it, sat it down on the table and reached back out
and put his hand firmly in between my legs, grabbed my crotch, squeezed
hard and said...

"Fuck me!" With that he stood up and wobbled back and forth slightly.  I
grabbed him to keep him from falling.  I pulled him close to me, our lips
were only inches apart.  He leaned forward, putting his crotch on my leg,
pushed hard and kissed me.  I felt his tongue probing my mouth.  I returned
the kiss with fervor.

"I missed you," I said, reaching around and grabbing his ass firmly and
pulling him even closer.

I massaged his butt for a few seconds and then let my hand slide around to
his crotch.  I felt his boy-hood hard and strong.  "You seem to be ready."
He grabbed my hard cock and noted that I was also.  I dropped down in front
of him, and without taking his pants down began chewing on his cock.  He
grabbed me by the back of my head and thrust his hips, putting his dick
hard into my face.  This only turned me on more.  I began biting him hard.
Not hard enough to cause pain, least not unenjoyable pain.  I kept licking
until the front of his shorts were wet from my saliva.

"I gotta pee," he said.

"Go ahead," I replied.

"Here?  In my pants?" he asked incredulously.  His eyes were wide and
bright and he had that smile on his face.

"Sure, why not.  They're already wet, and besides I have a washer and
dryer, so we can get you out with clean clothes."  I didn't want to freak
him out, but he was really high and I figured that this was as good a time
as any to get started with some kinky things.  If he was going to be my
protege he would have to learn sometime. "Just relax and let it flow.  See
how warm and neat it feels."

"What about the carpet?  I don't want to get piss on the rug."

I was glad he was thinking, because I sure wasn't. "Good thought. Let's go
into the bathroom.  You can stand in the shower."  He followed me to the
tub and we got in.  I put my hand on his cock and said, "Go ahead and
piss."  I got down on my knees and rubbed his crotch.  I felt the warm
liquid start to flow.  I leaned forward and put my face in his crotch.  I
could feel the piss soaking through the fabric of his shorts and run down
my face.  I got my mouth positioned to where I could drink this golden
fluid being strained through the cotton.  I grabbed the waistband of his
shorts and pulled them down letting his cock flop out and spray me on the
face.  I grabbed his dick and pinched it cutting of the flow.  I licked his
balls and short, just-post- pubescent hair.  His piss was clean and clear.
Salty and sweet at the same time.  Warm and good.  I ran my tongue up the
shaft of his cock and put the head of it in my mouth and released my hold
on the base of his dick.  A quick shot of hot piss cascaded down my throat.
I sucked his dick into my mouth and put my hands on his ass and squeezed.
I kept still, hoping he would get the idea of finishing his piss IN my
mouth.  It only took a second before I felt it start to run again.  I
gulped and swallowed, not wanting to let even the smallest drop go to
waste.  He put his hands on the back of my head and pushed in even further.
I felt his cock jerk several times and knew it was over.  He released his
hold on the back of my head and leaned back against the shower wall.

"Whew, whatta trip." he said.  "I've never done anything like that before."

"I know," I said.  "I didn't even suspect for a moment that you had."  I
stood up and wobbled slightly myself.  I stood there rubbing my hard cock.
He reached over and grabbed it and squeezed hard.

"You done that before?  I don't know if I could do that!  Isn't that
unhealthy?  What does my piss taste like?  "He blurted out several more
questions before he paused long enough for me to get a word in edgewise.

"Yes, I have done that before.  It is not something that I would do with
just anyone.  No, it is not usually unhealthy.  The piss your are drinking
should be clear, not yellow.  It tastes sort of salty and it is almost hot.
Remember it is coming from a body that is almost ninety-nine degrees."

He stood there looking real serious.  He was trying to absorb all of what
had happened.  "Too much?"

"No," he said "It's just that I haven't ever thought of doing that.  Now
that you have done it to me I want to experience it too.  I am just afraid
that I will get sick."

"When you are here, you don't have to do anything that you don't want to
do.  If you want to try it go ahead.  If you get sick, you get sick.  So
what?  If you do it the way I did, you get used to the flavor of it before
you really put it in your mouth."

"Do you have to piss now?" he asked tentatively.

"Sure do." I replied.  He dropped down to his knees and looked up at me
with "what-do-I-do-now" in his eyes.  "Give me your hand." I said.  I took
his hand and placed it on my crotch, so that he could start to feel the
piss run.  I had been drinking coffee all morning so I knew that my piss
would be clear and virtually tasteless.  After I was flowing strong, I put
my hand on the back of his head and pulled his face into my crotch.  I
stopped the flow and moved his head back and forth until his entire face
was wet.  Still holding his head I pulled him back and reached in and
pulled out my cock and started to piss on his face.  He opened his mouth
and I squirted a small amount into it.  He closed his mouth and swallowed
and then opened it back up for more.  I put my cock into his mouth and let
it go.  I could feel my cock laying on his tongue, piss running down his
throat.  He gagged several times and I pulled out and continued to piss
down the front of him until I was spent.  After I was through, my cock went
rock hard.  He took my cock in his hand and began to stroke it.  "You'll
make me cum."

I looked down at his cock and it, too was rock hard.  "Let's get this piss
rinsed off," I said as I reached behind me and turned on the water.  The
initial blast of water was cold, as I hoped it would be, I didn't want to
get off yet.  He stood up and I moved so that he could get into the flow of
water and rinse off.  We got out of the shower and I watched him dry
himself off.  What a body, for such a young boy.  Really muscular, and you
could tell that he was going to mature into a real hunk.  His legs were
almost hairless, and since he was reddish-blonde- haired, the hair on his
legs was barely noticeable.  Just a fine layer of fuzz... you know, like a
peach.  We stood there naked, mutually admiring each other.  "You wanna go
into the bedroom?" I cooed.

"You betcha, I do." he responded.

I lead the way and was first to flop onto my king size bed.  He followed
and landed on my stomach with a smack.  He kissed me hard on the lips and I
could feel his hard cock on my groin.  I rolled us over so that I was on
top, and began licking his ear, working my way down to his armpit and then
to his tit. I nibbled on each tit, as he jerked up and down from the
pain-pleasure he was receiving.  Back and forth from tit to tit I licked
and bit.  He moaned with that little-boy sound that turned me on like none
other.  I continued to work him into a frenzy as I licked down towards his
groin.  My tongue ran through his newly formed pubic hair.  I thought that
I was going to come, and felt the need to pause.  He took this opportunity
to turn me over and get on top of me.  I willingly moved with him and
quicker than you can blink HE was on top.  He began licking me and biting
me in just the same way I had done to him.  (What a good teacher I was and
what an even better learner he was.)  By the time he reached my cock I was
ready to cum.  He barely had my dick in his mouth when I exploded with a
passion.  He didn't even flinch.  He merely took a deep breath and went
down as far as his newly found experience would allow him.  Gulping and
swallowing every drop, until I was dry and tender and couldn't stand it any
more.  I pulled his mouth off my cock and pulled his face to mine.  I
kissed him hard, probing my tongue in his mouth.  I could taste my cum, and
he was grinding his hip into my groin.  I pulled my hip up slightly so that
his dick was in between my legs and thrust upwards.  He knew what I wanted
and locked his hands behind my knees, drawing my ass up and exposing my
hole.  He took aim and pushed his small cock into my ass without
hesitation.  He pumped hard and pushed in as deep as he could.  He fucked
me violently for several minutes and I could feel his climax starting to
rise.  I began grinding my hips back and forth, and soon he let out a short
yelp and pushed in for one final shot.  I could feel his boy-cum filling my
insides.  He moaned and pushed a few times more and then fell limp on my
stomach, exhausted.

"Jesus Christ." he said.  "I barely learned how to jack-off last year, and
now look at me.  Last week, I asked my friend Aaron if he wanted to
jack-off with me and we watched one of my dad's dirty movies and jacked-off
together, but it was nothing like this.  He's only twelve and just learned
how to do it about a month ago.  His dick is even smaller than mine, and he
doesn't hardly have any hair at all around it.  All we did was jack-off.  I
wanted to suck on his cock, but I didn't want him to really freak out."  He
was laughing at this statement.

"You sound as though you really enjoy having sex." I said."You bet your ass
I do." he said.  "I really wanted to come over sooner, but I haven't had
the chance to get out of the house until today, without my Mom getting
suspicious.  I don't have to be home until late this evening.  She thinks
I'm at the ball game.  What do you want to do now?"  As he asked this last
question, he grabbed my dick and rolled it around in his hand.

"Are you ready for more so soon?" I asked laughing.  I rolled off the bed
and stood up and looked at him laying on the bed.  His cock was half-hard
and he looked like a vision out of a dream.  This thirteen year old boy
with red hair, and willing disposition.  He arched his back and asked me if
I wanted to fuck HIM now.  I said, "Let's try something new."  I went into
the bathroom and he followed.  I opened the door under my sink and got out
one of my favorite toys, the enema bag.  He looked at it incredulously.
With it's long hose and red bag, I'm sure he had no idea what we were up to
now.

"My Mom has one of those in her bathroom.  What's it for?" he asked as I
started to run the water.

"It's called a douche bag.  You know what a douche or enema is?"  He
replied that he did not and as soon as the water got warm I filled the bag
and motioned for him to follow me back into the bedroom.  I got the rubber
sheet from my closet and put it on the bed and told him to lay down.
"Remember that I am not going to hurt you ever.  If this doesn't feel good,
you tell me to stop and I will."  I hung the bag and greased his asshole
with a little spit and inserted the probe.  I released the snap and the
warm water flowed into his gut.  He wiggled and squirmed, and I asked him
if he could feel the water inside him.  He answered that could and said
that it felt strange but it didn't hurt.  I emptied about half of the bag
inside him and then I pulled it out and told him to let it out slowly.  His
cock was fully erect and bouncing on his pubes.  He exploded with a force
that shot the pent up water out with such a force that it hit me sitting in
front of him about a foot away.  He emptied himself and I noticed that a
couple of small turds had been expelled with the water.  "More?" I asked.
He said that he wanted more.  I put my hands under his knees and pulled him
up so that this time the water would go deeper inside him.  I put the probe
back and released the snap a second time.  His gut filled again, and when I
took out the probe I pulled him up real high so that i could get my mouth
close to his brown-eye.  I had a hold on him in such a manner that I could
squeeze his stomach.  When I did this the pent up fluid once again shot
out.  It splashed my chest and I put my mouth over his asshole to catch the
warm water as flowed out.  I could feel him trying to push the water out
and I pushed my tongue as deep in his hole as I could.  When the water
ceased flowing I lowered him to where my hard cock was touching his butt
hole.  He was really high and pushed towards me.  I put a small amount of
lube on my cock and gently pushed into him.  He winced as I moved past his
sphincter, and then settled back and pushed himself all the way down on my
cock.  I could feel him kind of grinding on my dick and I could feel the
swelling in my balls.  I knew that I could not last.  This boy just excited
me too much.  I pushed as deep as I could and exploded my baby-making-juice
deep in his bowels.  As my dick went limp I began to piss inside of him.  I
emptied my bladder and pulled out.  He shot the load of hot piss and cum on
my crotch as I kissed him on the mouth and collapsed on top of him.  "You
wear me out," I said.

His eyes were rolling in his head and I asked him if he was OK.  He just
layed there moaning, nodding his head up and down.  "Yeah, I'm OK.  My head
is swimming and my ass hurts, but I'm OK."

I layed down beside him and wondered what I had done right to have this boy
want to experiment with sex and do all these kinky things with someone he
barely knew, and who was old enough to be his father.  Maybe it was because
he didn't have a father that made him attracted to me.  Whatever his
reasons were, I could give a fuck less.  The bottom line was that it was
happening and it was now, and I was going to make the best of it.  "Maybe
you should try that to your friend, what's his name, Aaron?"

He started to laugh hard, and said, "I think that Aaron would like it.
Maybe I should call him and ask him if he wanted to come over?  Could I?"

I thought about it for a while and said, "Sure, why not."

He got up and headed, nude and filthy, to the phone and started dialing.  I
just layed there wondering what would come next.  Two boys in one month?
(And don't forget about Brian and Wanda) Could this be happening?  I
listened as I heard him say...

"Hello, Aaron?  This is Alex...


			     THE SKATEBOARDERS
			       CHAPTER THREE

My head was still spinning form all the weed I had smoked earlier in the
day, and now as it approached the noon hour, there was Alex sitting in my
kitchen talking to his friend Aaron and maybe arranging what could end up
being a three-way sexual encounter to end all sexual encounters.  I
listened intently as he spoke...

"Yeah I'm over at my friend Michael's and we were just sitting around
getting high and I thought maybe you might want to come over and join us?"
Alex asked.  "He's got this huge TV and we have just been watching movies
and I'm getting ready to play Nintendo."  There was a pause as he listened
to whatever Aaron was saying. "No...  Yeah...  Yeah...  No... Sure we can
pick you up at BART.  When are you going to leave Hayward?  OK...  Yeah
sounds good, we'll pick you up at the Union City BART station in about a
half-hour," he said as looked at me nodding.  I replied by nodding my head
back at him.  "OK he says, we'll be there."  He hung up the phone and
turned to me and said, "This will be fresh, you'll like Aaron, and we can
teach him how to do the things we do.  The best thing about him is, he's
cool.  I think that he is going to be, (he made a limp wrist gesture) you
know, queer!"  The way he said "queer" I could tell that not only was he
acknowledging his own gayness, but there was a tinge in his voice that
indicated that he hoped that Aaron was also.

He hopped off the stool, and as he did, I could hear his ass pop off the
vinyl.  "I guess we should shower and clean up before we get going to the
BART station.  My clothes need washed.  Do you have a pair of pants that
might fit me?"

I said that I had a pair of shorts that he could wear and got them out of
the closet and handed them to him.  He put them on and they were kind of
big on him, but they fit him enough to be in public.  I gave him a
tee-shirt that was big also, but it didn't matter because big tee-shirts on
kids was the rage anyway.  (I hated to see big tee-shirts on kids, it
covered their crotches.)  We jumped in the shower together and washed each
other with soapy hands.  Our cocks became hard again and we just smiled.
No time right now for more, we had company coming that would certainly
offer opportunity for hard cocks.  We got out of the shower and dried each
other and put our clothes on.  I went into the bedroom to find something to
wear and he headed for the kitchen.

"Hey, can I have a beer," he shouted.

"Sure, help yourself," I shouted back.  I entered the kitchen just as he
popping the snap-top on a can of Stroh's.  "Can we take one with us for
Aaron?"  "Got no problem with that either."  I replied.  He grabbed another
one from the fridge and we set the alarm and left for BART.  It was a short
drive and as we pulled into the parking lot there was a train arriving from
the direction Aaron was coming from.  "That's probably the train he's on."
I parked right out in front of the station, and we watched as people poured
forth.

"There he is," he said as he leaned out the window and shouted...  "Hey,
Aaron, we're over here."

I looked in the direction Alex was shouting and flailing his arms.  Coming
towards us was a petite child with jet black hair, cut fairly short and
spiked in the front with mousse.  He certainly didn't look the twelve years
old that Alex said he was.  He had on the traditional adolescent drag.
Baggy "Thrasher" tee-shirt, white shorts, white socks and high-top
Reebok's.  He certainly was a vision of delight as he approached the truck.
Just as he reached the passenger door, Alex threw it open and he climbed
in.

"Aaron, this is Michael," Alex said as he was climbing in the back seat.

He shot me a broad smile and said... "HI!"  Alex turned around in his seat
and offered Aaron a beer, which he took with delight.  "Thanks, Alex."  He
looked at me as he popped the snap ring and poured a big gulp into his
mouth, as if trying to see if I cared that he was drinking.


Alex looked at him and smiled and said that I didn't care if they drank a
few beers.  We departed the BART station and headed for home.  The two boys
spent the ride home talking about the newest tricks they had learned to do
on their skateboards and bragging about who was best.  We pulled into the
carport and they both climbed out, Alex in the lead and Aaron tagging along
behind him.  Once inside, Alex took Aaron by the hand and showed him the
house pointing out this gadget and that.  I had gone into the TV room and
sat down in the middle recliner, so as to have one of them on each side of
me.  As they came in the room, Aaron gasped, like most people do when they
see our giant screen TV.

"Boy, you're certainly lucky to have a TV that big." Aaron said.

"And, wait until you play Nintendo on THIS set." Alex expounded.  "It's the
best I've ever played.  The figures are so big."

"Can we play now?" Aaron asked.

Alex looked at me quizzically.  I nodded my head in the affirmative.  Alex
jumped up and got out the game box and pulled out his favorite game and
pushed it into the unit, and the TV lit up as did Aaron's eyes.  They began
playing and I went into the kitchen and brought out two more beers and
opened them up and handed them to the boys and sat back down to watch them
play.  They played and drank for about an hour and then grew bored with it
all.  Alex looked at me and started rubbing his crotch.  He got off the
floor where he had been playing Nintendo with Aaron, and walked over to my
chair and sat down on my lap and asked if we could smoke a joint.  I said
"Sure!" and rolled a big fat hooter for us to smoke.  As we passed it back
and forth, Aaron asked if he could use the bathroom.  Without a second
thought I pointed towards the back of the house, but Alex looked at him and
told him sternly that he should hold it for a minute, he had something he
wanted to "show" him.  We finished the joint and were once again stoned to
the tits.  Aaron stood up and wobbled around and came over to where Alex
was still sitting on my lap.  Alex reached out and grabbed Aaron's crotch
and Aaron pulled back quickly and gave Alex a quizzical look.

"I just want to feel your cock," Alex said.  "He doesn't care, we jack-off
together, and you should se what we did this morning."

"What?" Aaron asked, his eyes as big as saucers.

"Come on, follow us," Alex said as he got up and jerked his head at me,
smiling.  He headed for my bathroom and we followed him.  Alex sat down on
the toilet with his clothes still on, and motioned for me to stand in front
of him.  He reached out and unzipped my pants, and took out my cock and
said, "Let'er rip."

I stood there trying to piss with my hard on, and Aaron watching me too.
Finally a few dribbles started and then a long, hard stream of hot, clear
piss flowed out and down the front of Alex's shirt and pants.  Aaron, who's
eyes were as big as I thought they could get, opened his eyes even farther
and let his mouth drop open, as he watched me piss on Alex.  When the
stream slowed down a little, Alex put his mouth on my cock and started to
drink.  When I had finished he was soaked in pee, he motioned Aaron over
and said, "You're next."

Aaron walked over to the commode and stood there shaking.  Alex reached out
and pulled his shorts down with one tug.  He was holding his hard cock with
one hand on his piss soaked shorts and pulling at Aaron's undershorts with
the other.  Aaron's tiny cock flopped out of his shorts and Alex said, "Go
ahead, start peeing, it won't hurt me."  The piss started to flow quickly,
probably because he had to go so bad.  It splashed Alex in the face and
Alex directed the stream down the front of him, so that it soaked his
clothes and crotch even more.  As soon as he felt that Aaron was winding
down, he took his small dick into his mouth and drank the rest of his load.
When Aaron was finished pissing, Alex drew out his hard cock from his wet
shorts and began pissing a hard stream straight up, so that it fell back
down into his already soaked shorts.  I walked over and put my mouth into
the stream and began slurping his piss.  I looked out of the corner of my
eye and I could see Aaron watching us, his small cock was now slightly
hard.  When Alex had finished pissing, he laid back on the toilet, and sat
there rubbing his rock hard dick and just smiled at me and then at Aaron.

"Jesus, that was fun." Alex said.  He stood up and let his shorts fall to
the floor.  His boy-cock was sticking straight out in front of him.  He
peeled his wet shirt off and was standing there naked as the day he was
born.  He looked at Aaron, who's cock had gotten even harder by now, and
then at me, who's dick was as hard as his.

I took off my shirt so that I was completely naked also.  Alex moved over
in front of Aaron and took his cock in his hand and began stroking it until
it grew in size and was as hard as any I had seen.  He was small and had no
pubic hair and I figured that he couldn't cum.  His black hair fell over
his eyes.  Alex ran his hands up under Aaron's shirt and pulled it over his
head so that now. too, he was totally naked.  We stood there in the
bathroom, all of us with raging hard-ons.  Alex said, "Let's smoke another
joint." as he grabbed my cock in one hand and Aaron's in the other and
began pulling us towards my bedroom.

I pulled away from him saying that I had to go to the TV room to get my
pipe and the dope.  He let go of me, and continued pulling Aaron towards
the bedroom.  I found the dope container and hollered to see if they wanted
another beer.  I heard Alex scream "YES".  I passed through the kitchen and
pulled out two more beers and fixed myself another Mai Tai and headed to
the bedroom.  I turned the corner into the bedroom and there were the two
boys laying on the bed.  Dick's sticking straight up at attention.  Alex
looked at me and smiled and said, "We got hard-ons!"

"I can see THAT!" I replied.  I handed them each a beer and sat down on the
bed between them to roll the joint.  I fired it up and took a deep drag and
handed to Alex, who did the same and handed it to Aaron.  We smoked the
joint and then with out hesitation, Alex reached out and grabbed my cock
which had erected itself to it's fullest again.  He wrapped his hand around
it and squeezed it real hard, while shaking it back and forth.  He leaned
over and took it into his mouth and got as much in as he could without
gagging.  Aaron just sat there watching, eye wide and mouth open.  I
reached over and grabbed his small cock and rolled it around in my hand.  I
leaned down and took his boy-toy in my mouth and opened wide so that I
could get both his hard cock and his small balls in my mouth at the same
time.  I sucked softly running my tongue around his nuts and up and down
his dick-shaft.  He was very hard, and was thrusting his hips to the motion
of my sucking.  Since Alex was still sucking me I thought that I was going
to come immediately.  I pulled Alex off of me and motioned him over to
Aaron.  He greedily swallowed Aaron's dick and I headed for his.  He had
more of a mouthful than little Aaron.  I sucked furiously on his cock.
Each time I went down, he thrust upward, plunging his cock as deep as he
could.  I could smell the "just-into-puberty-sweetness" of his crotch.  I
licked at his asshole, clean and "Zest- fresh."  I ran my tongue into his
butt hole as deep as could get it.  He squirmed and wiggled his ass,
ecstatic at each push of my tongue.  I got his hole real wet with spit and
pushed my finger in and up, as I went back to work on his cock.  He never
missed a lick on Aaron's dick while all this was going on.  I found that
"spot" that makes men (and in this case young boys) go wild.  I rubbed his
prostate hard and he pushed down on my finger for more.  He stopped sucking
Aaron and moved so that he was now laying on his back with my hand under
his butt, finger still up in his ass.

"Fuck me," Alex said while still pushing down on my finger.

I pulled my finger out and locked my hands behind his knees and pulled him
up so that his legs were high in the air and his smooth, clean, hairless
asshole was exposed to view.  I licked at his hole until it was dripping
with saliva and guided my cock towards him.  Even though he was very tight,
I had no trouble making entry.  It was warm and wet inside and I could feel
my cock slipping past his sphincter.  He winced slightly as this happened,
and then relaxed and pushed so that I slid all the way to the base of my
shaft.  He began grinding and moaning.

Aaron was watching him intently and I reached out and grabbed him by the
arm and pulled into a position that put his ass directly over Alex's face.
I leaned down and started sucking his cock and Alex lifted up and began
probing his asshole with his tongue.  Aaron's cock was only about three
inches long, but it was as hard and seemed as ready as any I had in my long
years of men, boys, and animals.  I stopped fucking Alex and pulled out
before I came to quickly.  "You try it." I said to Aaron.  I maneuvered
myself into a position that would allow me to watch Aaron fuck his first
boy.  He was clumsy and I helped him get into the best position.  I
massaged his cock so that it would be rock hard on entry and guided him
into the depths of Alex's brown hole.  He slid in all the way to the base
of his tiny pole in no time.  I figured that he would, after all I had just
finished reaming Alex open.  He kept slipping out as he fucked Alex's ass.
Each time I would grab his cock and lead him back in.  After about three or
four minutes he became accustomed to what he was doing and was no longer
slipping out.  I decided that I would work on Aaron's ass for a while.  I
moved into position behind him and began licking at his hole.  He pushed
into Alex all the way and shivered as I pushed my tongue into his
butt-hole.  I probed as deep as I could get my tongue in.  He wiggled and
squirmed at each push of my tongue.  I took my finger and started to insert
it gently into his tight spot.  It was well lubricated with spit and I slid
up to his sphincter in two short pushes.  He slid out of Alex, and as he
did so my finger pushed past his tight-muscle and into the depths of his
ass.  He said it hurt, and I told him to relax and be still, that it would
quit hurting and start feeling good real soon.  Alex moved out from under
him and got next to me, so that he could see what I was doing.  Alex's cock
was sticking out and he motioned that he wanted to fuck Aaron.  I pulled my
finger out and lubed up Alex's shaft and he moved into position.  I slid
into a 69 position under Aaron and started sucking his cock as Alex pushed
slowly into Aaron's virgin fuck-hole.  Aaron winced and cried out that it
hurt real bad.  Alex slowed down and I continued to suck hard on Aaron's
dick.  Soon, Alex was in and pumping Aaron for the first time in his short
life.  There was no doubt in my mind that Aaron was enjoying it.  His cock
was hard and he was beginning to gyrate to the pumping motion of Alex's
fucking.  After about five minutes Aaron began to moan.  "I'm going to
piss... I think." he said.  And, with that he let go with a load of searing
hot, white, cum.  I grabbed his nuts and began massaging them, as he
jerked, wiggled and moaned at this new experience.  He went limp and fell
down on top of me.  Alex pulled out, and I could see that he had not cum.
I wiggled out from under Aaron and started sucking Alex violently.  He shot
his load almost immediately.  A long, full load that shot repeatedly into
the depths of my throat.  I gobbled and slurped until I was sure that he
was totally spent.

"Now, all we need is to get you off." Alex said.  "Watch him fuck me." he
said to Aaron, as he got on his knees with his ass up in the air.  I was
into position quickly and pushed into Alex's ass easily.  Didn't take long
before I came!  I fell back on the bed and looked at the two of them laying
there.  Two boys, exhausted from life's best pleasures.

"What could possibly be better than this?" I wondered, my arms over the two
of them.  They had already fallen asleep.

It was getting late and I didn't know how much time Aaron had to spend.
Still, I didn't have the heart to wake them.  I'd let them sleep until six
o'clock.  It was four-thirty in the afternoon now... I set the clock for
six and immediately fell into a relaxed, but excited sleep.


			     THE SKATEBOARDERS
			       CHAPTER FOUR

I remembered that Brian had called me yesterday.  Wow, yesterday seemed
like a whirlwind dream. Those boys were a real workout.  Alex had spent the
night. Now I was faced with calling Brian and seeing what he had in store
for me.  A whore named Wanda, and a "chicken" named Brian.  What a
combo. Not that Brian, at 21, was really chicken by the absolute sense, but
he sure was fun.  I dialed his number.

I heard that familiar voice say "Hello".

"Brian", I said, "Whatcha doing".

"Michael, where you been, I was just sitting here thinking about you.  I
suppose you are at home?  When are you coming to the city to see me?"

That was all I needed to hear.  "I was just going out the door, I said, and
wondered if you were going to be free to play this afternoon?  I have a
wonderful story to tell you about this boy I met up at the college."  Brian
and I had gone out cruising before and that was one of our favorite places.
Brain was really into the things I was, and he, like me, couldn't seem to
get enough.  "All I have to do is put some dry clothes in my pack and I'll
be off.  See you soon", I said.

"OK, he replied, "Get your ass in gear and get over here, honey, I'll be
waiting."

I got out several pair of my favorite jeans, shoved them into my "purse"
and hit the door.  It was another of those beautiful northern California
days, hot and dry.  The ride to the city would take about an hour. Trouble
with living in the burbs, I thought.  Always takes so long to get into San
Francisco.  Fuck it, I hadn't pissed since I got up that morning, my
bladder was about to bust and there was nothing I enjoyed more than riding
in the truck and getting wet.

I started down Hwy 880 North, and took the Hwy 92 cutoff to the San Mateo
bridge.  I could feel the piss in my cock straining to get out... I let
just a small spot start in the crotch of my shorts.  Since I was wearing
dark gray shorts, I could see the spot very clearly.  I had been doing this
for so many years it didn't even faze me any more.  My dick started to get
hard, and I could feel the pressure of the rubber band I had put tightly
around my nuts.  It allowed me to let it out real slow.  I had, years ago,
when I first bought the Blazer, installed a "wet-proof" cover on the seat.
I continued to let it dribble out, the spot grew to where it now covered
the entire front of my shorts, and I could feel it around my asshole.  "God
damn State of California", I muttered, as I pulled up to the bridge toll
booth.  "Got to pay to get into San Francisco.  Whatta a bitch."  I handed
my dollar to the toll-taker and smiled.  I really hoped that he would se
the spot on my shorts.  Give him something to wonder about for the rest of
the day, I thought.

I pulled away from the toll booth, and headed toward the bridge.  One of
the duller bridges over the bay, and the ride was twelve miles.  The spot
was getting bigger, the warmth in my groin was getting warmer, my dick was
getting harder.  Semi up ahead, I loved playing with truck drivers.  I slid
my shorts off quickly, so that as I passed the truck I would be naked from
the waist down.  I slid up next to the drivers side and leaned back in my
seat so that when he looked down into my truck he could see my hard dick.
I was stroking it slowly as I passed and when I had gotten totally by I
looked in my rear view mirror and saw him flash his lights.  No time I
thought to stop on the other side to play.  Not today.  I accelerated and
pulled my shorts back up.

Water, water everywhere, and not a drop to drink.  I reached over and
picked up my no-spill cup and filled it with warm piss.  As I drank the
piss, I could feel that now that my bladder was empty, my asshole was
aching with that turd that wanted released.  I relaxed my hole and let it
slide out into my jockeys.  I could feel it gathered around my ass, and I
wiggled in the seat to kinda spread it around my ass cheeks.  I could smell
the pungent aroma of last nights' pizza that I had loaded down with hot
peppers.  Well, what the fuck, I thought, Brian will like it anyway.

I let another long stream of piss soak my pants and mingled with the shit.
The rest of the ride went pretty quickly, and as I drove up Gough Street to
where Brian lived I wondered what type of bizarre happenings we could get
into this day.

Brian Callahan, no relation to Dirty Harry, is someone I had met in Los
Angeles several years ago, while cruising Santa Monica Blvd.  He was 17
then and that was four years ago.  My how time flies when you're having
fun, I thought.  I pulled up in front of his place and got out.  The turd
in pants dropped down a little and made room for the next one that was just
waiting to exit.  I walked up the steps to his apartment pushing the turd
out and into my shorts.  I rang the bell and twisted the doorknob, found
the door open and walked in.  "Hey, bitch", I hollered.  "Where you at?"
"I'm in here", he yelled from the bedroom.

Where else, I thought.  I walked into the bedroom and over to the bed where
he was laying watching TV.

"Pull up a face", he said, "Mine seats five.  Your pants are wet, what have
you been doing, or do I need to ask?"

I jumped onto the bed and said "No you don't need to ask, you only need to
clean this mess up."  I straddled his chest and planted my shit-piss soaked
pants onto his naked chest and wiggled around to spread that last turd.  He
reached over and pulled my pants down slightly, exposing my limp dick and
wet pubes.

"Anything left for breakfast?" he asked.

"Sure enough" I replied.  I let go with a stream of piss that shot right
into his mouth.  He pinched my cock to cut off the flow, and when I thought
it was going to explode he let go and it really spewed forth into his
waiting mouth.  I slid closer so that my dick was totally in his mouth, and
he just kept drinking my piss until I was dry.  I pulled my dick out and
slid my hips up to where my pants-covered asshole covered his face.  I
reached around and pulled down the backside of my shorts and planted my
shit covered asshole on his mouth.  I felt his warm tongue start to lick
and slurp the shit from around my hole.  The more he licked, the more I
knew I had more for him.  I strained for a moment, and felt the turd start
to move down from my bowels and get to the tip of my ass.  I could feel his
tongue digging up into to the deep dark recesses of my poop-shoot.  "This
one's going to be wet" I said.  He made a sound that said let it come, and
I let it fly into his mouth.  It slid out onto his tongue and then I could
feel him chewing and lapping with is tongue at the same time.  My dick was
rock hard by this time and I slid back a little so that I could fuck his
face.  I pushed my cock deep into his throat, and then pulled it out, so
that I could see it covered with my own shit that came from his mouth.  I
pushed it back all the way down his throat and held it there, just feeling
the wet warmth.  I came almost at once.

I fell back on the bed.  "Let me clean you up," he said and with that he
went to work with his tongue once again.  I laid there for about twenty
minutes while he licked and cleaned.  He went over my entire body, only
stopping to get more saliva going in his mouth.  I especially liked the way
he cleaned the snot out of my nose with his tongue.  "I guess you have
clean clothes, he said.  You never seem to leave home without them".

I got up and walked naked to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee.  He
walked by the kitchen door towards the bathroom.  "Where you going, I
asked."

"In here to piss", he replied.

"The fuck you are.  If you are going to piss, it's going to in here," I
said gesturing to my mouth.  He walked over and jumped up on the kitchen
counter so that he could be higher than me.  I didn't know to many
"natural" blondes.  His pubic hair was like spun gold, and he kept it
trimmed down short.  He stood there for a few seconds letting me take in
the beauty of his manhood, and then let go with a strong stream of golden
piss that immediately overflowed my mouth.  I swallowed and opened for
more.  I didn't think he would ever get empty.  Finally, I stood there
dripping from what I couldn't take and smiling up at him.  "Done?"

"Yeah"

"Fine, lets get dressed and get the fuck out of here."

We put on our clothes and headed out the door.  Polk street was only a few
blocks away.  As we walked over I related the story to him of Alex the
skateboarder I had met last week.  He told me that he had just met someone
I would really like.  I said "Why is he under fifteen?"

"No", he replied, "and it's not a he, it's a she.  Her name is Wanda and
she has a young son that she is interested in making a few dollars on.  She
says that now that he has turned nine, he can just very well get his butt
out on the street and make some money himself.  However, he added, she just
doesn't want anyone to take him home, she wants someone who can afford to
pay and treat him properly."

I said, "Jesus Christ, where do I find this woman.  A nine year old is just
what I need."  Thinking back to yesterday, I wondered if anything could top
that.  Might as well give it my best shot!

"I knew you would like this one.  She's supposed to be on Polk street this
afternoon.  I told her you were coming to the City today, and that we would
meet her there about eleven o'clock."

Good old Brian, always thinking of me.  I could hardly wait to meet this
woman.  We arrived on Polk and the sun was shinning brightly, which made
the "boys" come out in full force, showing their wares in the most skimpy
of outfits.  We passed hustler after hustler, and Brian knew each of them
by name.  He would tell me how much each cost and what you could expect
when you got them home.  I only could think about Wanda and eleven o'clock.
We went into the Grubstake, a small coffee shop, and sat down to have
coffee.  Brian had said that he asked Wanda to meet us there.

Precisely at eleven o'clock she came through the door.  In tow behind her
was the cutest young boy I had seen in a long time.  Not quite four feet
tall, red hair, blue eyes, a few freckles here and there, maybe 85 pounds
in weight, and a smile that would knock you dead.

"Mornin, ya'all, she said. How's everybody today?"  She looked at me and
said "You must be Michael.  Brian has told me a lot about you."

"All good I hope", I replied.

"Nuttin but good, she drawled.  This here's my boy, Jacob."  She jerked the
boy in front of her, and pushed him in my direction.  "Shake hands, Jacob."

The boy shot out his hand for me to shake.  I reached down and grasped it,
and to my surprise, it was a firm, hard handshake.  "How are you today, I
queried?"

"Couldn't be better", he said in a drawl that was much like his mother's.

"Brian, why don't you taker Jacob for a walk, whilst I talk to Michael for
a while." After they had walked off she looked at me with a small amount of
suspicion in her eyes and intoned, "Now, what you got in mind to do with my
boy, Jacob?"

I looked at her carefully, and said, "I want you to know one thing.  I have
no intention of hurting this child in any way.  As Brian has told you I
have a sexual interest in little boys, and I am willing to pay for it.
What I have in mind today is taking some pictures of Jacob, both with his
clothes on and in the nude.  The pictures will be sexually explicit and not
for publication or sale to others.  Once again, I want you to feel secure
in the fact that I will not harm him."

"Well, Brain has told me enough about you that I feel good about the fact
that you aren't going to hurt him.  What I really want to know, I guess, is
how much you are willing to pay?  This is, after all, a business deal."

"Selling your son for pornographic pictures is not what I would call a
business deal", I said with disdain.  I didn't really like this woman, but
she had what I wanted real bad, and the last thing I wanted to do was queer
the deal with a wrong remark.  "What do you feel would be an adequate
compensation?"

"Do you mean, what do I feel you should pay", she asked?

"Yes", I said.  I figured that she had an inkling of what she was worth,
but had no idea of what to ask for the boy.  I didn't want to just throw
out a figure, because I felt that I could get him cheaply.  "You know that
he has never done this before, so I have to teach him everything."  "I'll
give you two hundred dollars," I said, thinking that she had probably never
gotten that much for a fuck in her life.  I had, in my pocket, almost eight
hundred, and from what I had seen of Jacob, I was willing to spend every
penny of it on him, and even go back to my automatic teller for more, if I
had to.

"Deal!" she said, without even blinking an eye.  "When do you want him, and
when will you bring him back?"

"I'll take him with me this afternoon, and I'll bring him back tomorrow
afternoon, I said.  I will take him out and buy him some new clothes.  (I
wanted him in something more erotic than the rags he had on.)  Once again,
you don't have to worry about him being hurt, he is perfectly safe with
me."

"Give me the money, and he's yours," she blurted.  She was nervous about
letting him go with me, I could sense that.

I handed her the two hundred dollars and thought that I had really gotten
of cheap. It's just as well, it would give me more money to buy things for
the boy.  "Let's go walk down Polk Street and see if we can find them,"

We left the "Dumpsteak" as I called it, and walked down to northern
California's most notorious street, for picking up hustlers.  We didn't
have to walk far before we found Brian and Jacob.  They were standing on a
corner, talking to one of Brian's tricks.  "Probably trying to see how much
he can get for the boy," I thought.

"Hey, Brian", I shouted.  "You want to go with Jacob and me, we're going
out and get him some new clothes."

Jimmy's eyes brightened when he heard this.  "Fer sure", he said.  "Where
are we going."

"Macy*s Kids Shops", I espoused.

He said goodbye to his mother, and without the slightest bit of
apprehension we walked away and headed back to where I had parked my truck
in front of Brian's.  As I opened the door, I could smell the foul odor of
piss and shit from the ride up.  I took of my seat-shit cover and handed it
to Brian and asked him to wash it for me.  He took it into the house and
threw it into the washer and came back out, mincing every step of the way.
We all piled into the Blazer and headed downtown.  I parked in the garage
at Union Square and we walked over to Macy*s, just a few blocks away.  I
noticed as we walked, that Jacob had no outward fear of going off with two
strange men.  I wondered if he would retain his composure as the afternoon
and night progressed.  I wondered what he would do when I started fondling
him.  I wondered a lot of things and all the while my cock was rock hard
with anticipation.

We made our way through the Kids Shop and I bought three hundred dollars
worth of new clothes...  baggy shorts, tight shorts, tee-shirts, tank tops,
shoes, socks, underwear, all things which I figured he would look sexy in.
(Not that he didn't look sexy in the rags he had on.)  "Let's go up stairs
to the toy department", I said.  We took the elevator up to the top floor
and I spent another two hundred dollars on "toys".  Ninja turtles are
really big this year.

We got outside, each of us laden down with packages and Jacob beaming from
ear to ear.  He told me that it seemed like Christmas for him.
Ingratiating a child is the easiest way to make him wish to please.  We
rode back to Brian's with Jacob talking non-stop about his new clothes and
toys.  When we arrived at Brian's I told him to pick out his favorite
outfit we had bought and to go into the bedroom and out it on.  I didn't
want to see him naked just yet, I wanted to prolong my excitement.  He came
out of the bedroom wearing a skin tight pair of Speedoos, a fluorescent
yellow tank top, and white boaters, with no socks.

"Walk over here," I said.  He walked over close in front of me.  "Turn
around."  He turned and I put my hand on his ass and squeezed it slightly,
running my hand down his leg and back up the other.  They were very smooth,
without the slightest bit of hair.  I ran my hand up between his legs and
into his crotch, putting my thumb right at his asshole and pushed inward
with a slight bit of pressure.  He didn't flinch at this, and I asked him
to turn back around.  I lifted the tank top and exposed his bare chest.  I
could see the slightest bulge of boy-cock in the tight pants, and I let my
hand toy around his tits and then slide down toward his crotch, stopping
just short of his boy-basket.  "Nice fit", I said.

"Thanks a lot for the clothes and toys.  I haven't ever had this many new
things at one time in my life."

His voice had me mesmerized.  His youngness had me hard.  Brian was just
smiling, you know that kind of smile that says... "You dirty old man."
Fuck him, I was a dirty old man, and couldn't care less who knew it,
especially Brian.  After about an hour of watching TV and playing with
Ninja turtles, my seat cover was dry and I said to Jacob that we should be
going.  He gathered up his new things and we put them in the truck and
drove off.


"Where we headed," he asked.

I was amazed at how he seemed to be fearless about all this.  "Well, I
said, we are going to go out to Golden Gate Park and take some pictures,
and then we'll go and get something to eat, and then we'll go over to my
house and see what happens next."  I had been watching him, sitting there
in the seat next to me.  His legs spread out and his crotch exposed.  I
reached over and tousled his tow-head and ran my hand down his arm, and
into his crotch.  I grabbed his boy-basket lightly and gave it a squeeze.
He reacted by sliding down in the seat. (To give me better access?)  I
wondered if he had done this before, Wanda said that he was a virgin, but
he seemed pretty willing.

Out of the blue he said "Mama says you want to touch me and play with my
dick."

"Is that OK?" I asked.

"Sure", he smiled.  "Mama told me what would probably happen.  She said
that you would want to suck on my dick.  She showed me what to do."

"What do you mean", I asked.

"Last night she showed me how when you rub your dick it gets stiff and
sticks out.  She said that when I get older I would understand more about
it, but for now I could just let you do what ever you wanted, as long as
you don't hurt me.  Brian said that you are a nice man and that he's known
you for a long time and that you wouldn't hurt me at all."

"Brian's right", I said.  "I have no intentions of hurting you.  I just
want to take some pictures of you and see what you look like with your
clothes off, and what your dick looks like when it's stiff."

We rode along in silence until we got to the park.  We went to a section of
the park that I knew was not frequented by a lot of people.  I told him
that we would take some pictures here, and to get the skateboard he bought
out of the back of the truck.  I wanted to use it as a prop.  We hiked into
the park until we came to a stand of redwood trees. "Just right, I said
somewhat to myself, but looking at him.  Stand over there and lean up
against the tree."  He did as I asked and I went over to position him in
just the right fashion.  I took his leg and propped it up on the tree, so
that his left knee was bent and his foot flat on the tree.  (You know the
position, you seen it a hundred times before.)  I took his right hand and
hooked his tank top over his thumb, and put his palm flat against his left
tit.  This raised the tank top up, exposing his navel, and allowing his
boy-box to show more fully.  I rested the skateboard against his upraised
knee, and stood back to look at it.  "That looks pretty good, I said, hold
it right there."  I took my camera and took ten pictures from different
angles and told him he could relax.

"This is fun", he said.  "What next."

I told him to take the tank top off.  He slid the garment off slowly and I
felt that he was trying to be sexy for me.  My cock was rock hard, as it
had been for about the last four hours.  I took the skateboard and laid it
flat on the ground and told him to sit down on it.  He did so without
question.  "Good boy", I thought.

"Lock your hands behind your head, pull your knees up and spread your legs
slightly", I said.  He was so good at following directions.  It was almost
as though he had done it before.  Maybe in another life.  I marveled at the
smoothness of his body as he sat there on the skateboard with his hands
behind neck, fingers entwined.  It fully showed his chest and armpits, both
without a trace of hair.  I took another set of ten pictures from different
angles.  "You're doing just swell.  If you don't mind changing here in the
woods, I would like you to put on these baggy red shorts, leave your
underwear off, and put on the white and red Gotcha tee-shirt.  I'll go over
there, I said pointing to the open, and watch and see that no one comes."

He started to pull off the Speedoos as I was leaving the clump of trees.
In an instant he was ready and hollering through the bushes, "OK I'm
ready!"  I walked back into the clump of trees where he was standing in the
outfit I had picked out for him to put on.  "How do I look?"

I could only come up with one word "Stunning, let's see how you photograph
in these.  Why don't you sit back down on the skateboard like you were in
the last set of pictures."  He sat back down on the board, put his hands
behind his head, and spread his legs in a similar fashion to the way he sat
before.  What I wanted to get in this picture was a shot down his leg and
into his shorts, which were baggy enough that I could get a picture of his
cock, inside his pants.  I decided that I would video this shot since I
could use the zoom lens in a moving fashion.  I needed to position his leg
just right for the shot, so I reached down and moved his legs apart a
little farther and stood back to see if I could see down the leg of the
shorts.  My dick was still rock hard as I touched his leg and slid my hand
down inside the leg of the shorts to make the leg down to the crotch more
visible.  I reached the vee in his crotch and my hand brushed his ball
sack, and he shuddered.

"That tickles, he said"

"Everything we do today or tonight is going to tickle, I said somewhat
dryly, feel free to laugh at any time.  It makes you smile and only
enhances the pictures we are taking."  I continued to slide my hand around
inside his shorts, I felt his cock and without really grabbing it, moved it
to the side so that now when I looked down into his pants leg I could see
his cock and balls.  His sweet cock was not hard, I didn't know what I was
going to have to do to make it hard later, but I hoped it would take a lot
sucking and feeling to do it.  I got out the video camera and started
taping.  I was able, using the zoom lens, to get a shot that started at his
head and the slowly worked it's way down his body to his feet and then back
up his right leg and down into his pants leg, where you could see his cock.
This shot so turned me on, that I was able to come in my shorts without
touching myself. (I love it when that happens.)

After we completed the video taping, I said that we were finished at that
location, and that we should go and get something to eat.  We packed up our
equipment and hiked back to the truck.  "Are you having fun yet", I asked.

"Sure am," he replied, with that smile on his face that I had fallen into
instant love with.  "It seems like Christmas with all the nice things you
bought me, and Mama said I should act like I am enjoying what you're doing
even if I'm not, but I really am.  Really."

"I am glad you are having fun", I said, "I hope that you continue to have
fun as the day wears on.  Where do you want to go to lunch?"

"I don't care, maybe McDonald's?  There's one at the beginning of the park.
Do you want to go there?" he asked sheepishly."

"Now with all the money we have left, you surely don't want to just go to
McDonald's do you?  I tell you what, let's pile in the truck and head out
of town, go to my house and I will fix us some hot dogs."

"Sounds good to me," Jacob said.

We got back to the truck and he jumped in and said, "I am really having
fun, and Mama said I'm making my keep.  What does that mean?"

"It means that you should enjoy what you are doing with me and you will eat
better when you get home", I said.

"Huh?"

"Forget it", I said, "just enjoy the ride."

We stopped along the way to the freeway to pick up some Pepsi.  The day had
really heated up and I turned the air conditioning on in the truck.  We
were tooling along the same route I had come into town on, and I began
thinking of the ride up and was deep in thought when the cellular phone
rang.  "Who the fuck could this be", I wondered half aloud to myself.  I
picked up the handset, and annoyed at being disturbed, I said "Yeah."

"Michael?" the voice on the other end said hesitantly.

I immediately recognized Alex's voice and my demeanor changed.  "Alex, how
are you?

"Just wanted to tell you what a good time I had yesterday."  Alex said.
"Aaron had a good time, too.  He wants us to come back to your house again
real soon."

"Well you guys are welcome any time you want to." I said. "Right now
however, the traffic is getting bad and I have to go."

"OK," Alex said.  "I'll call you soon."

"That'll do it", I said in my most business voice.  After I hung up, I
wondered why I had used that business voice with Alex.  I finally figured
that it was due to Jacob's presence.  I didn't want him asking questions
about the conversation.  I looked at him and felt my groin twitch.  My dick
was getting hard from just looking at this boy, and I knew the best was yet
to come.  It startled me when he began to talk.  "Huh?", I said, as he
snapped me back to reality.

"I gotta pee!"  He said it, not with urgency, just stating fact.

"Bad?", I asked.

"How far is it to where we are going?"

"About another ten minutes ride", I replied.  "Can you wait?"

"No problem", Jacob grinned.

What a grin this kid had.  AND, he had to pee.  I hope what was going to
come next wouldn't freak him out to bad.  The traffic thinned out and I
figured that I could cut the ten minutes down to five or six.  I pushed the
accelerator down and we took off.  My exit came up and I got off the
freeway.  The day was still really nice and it was only one o'clock in the
afternoon, and Jacob wasn't due back to Wanda, until tomorrow morning.
Life was good all of a sudden.  I turned the corner on my street, pulled
into the driveway, looked at Jacob and said "We're here!".

"You live in a trailer?", he asked.

Since we were parked in front of my mobile home, I didn't feel a need to
reply.  We got out and went inside, I had left the air-conditioning on when
I left home, so it was nice and cool inside.  I went straight to the fridge
and got out two sodas and offered him one.

"Thanks.", he said, again shooting me that inimitable smile.  "Can I use
the bathroom?"

"Since I have a washer and dryer, and you have so many clothes to put on",
I said "let's try something.  Put on the stone-washed Guess jeans."  They
were the only pants I bought that fit tight.  He disappeared into my
bedroom and came back out wearing the jeans I had suggested.  They were
nice and tight, and showed off what little basket he had.  "Now, I want you
to just go ahead and piss in your pants.

"Are you kidding?", he asked with his eyes almost popping out of his head.

"No", I said.  "Look, they can be washed right away, and I want to get some
video tape of you while you are doing it."

He was hesitant, "I don't know if I can.

"Sure you can", I said.  "Just stand there and close your eyes and pretend
you are standing in front of the toilet and then just pee.  See how slow
you can let it out.

He stood there and strained and said he couldn't do it.  I said that he was
probably trying to hard.  "Try and relax.  The more you try and strain, the
harder it will be."  He stood there for about two minutes and said that it
was starting to come out.  I turned on the video camera and watched through
the view finder as the front of his pants started to get wet in a small
spot just below his crotch.  "That's good", I said "keep going."  He
continued to piss in his pants and the spot continued to grow until it
became a dark trail down his right leg and the piss started to run.

"This feels weird", he said.  "But, you're right it feels warm and kinda
good."  He put his hand on the wet spot and rubbed it so that it spread the
spot around and made it bigger.  "My dick is getting hard from this."

"My dick has been hard most of the day," I said trying to emulate his grin.
He finally said that he was done, and I hoped the tape turned out well.
"Let's go into the TV room and watch this.  You can go in the bedroom and
change into whatever you want to put on."  I went and turned on the TV and
put the tape into the VCR and rewound it.  He walked into the room wearing
the skin tight Speedos (How did he know?) and sat down in one of the
recliners and said he was ready.  I looked over at him and said I was too.
I put the tape in and we watched the replay of him in the park, and then
his piss episode.

"That's really neat," he said.  "Can we see it again?"

I replayed the tape for him, and then he asked what we were going to do
next.  "What do YOU want to do?" I asked.

"I want to take your picture!" he replied without blinking.  He got up and
picked up the video-cam and asked how it worked.  I showed him how to
operate it, and asked him what he wanted me to do.  "Can you piss your
pants?"

"One of my favorite things."  I stood up and faced him sitting in the
chair.  "Are you ready?"

"Yes."

I began to let my rock hard cock dribble out piss, like I had done so many
times before.  The spot on my pants began to appear and then grow as I
released more and more piss in my levis.  Soon, my pants were soaked and
piss was running into my socks.  "Did you get it all on tape?"  I asked.

"Sure did," he replied.  "Can we watch it back?"

I put the tape in the VCR and let him watch, while I went to change my
clothes.  I put on one of my favorite pairs of baggy shorts, and returned
to the TV room.  I had not yet lost my hard-on, and my cock was bulging out
the front of my shorts, signaling my excitement.  I didn't know where to
progress next with Jacob.  I sat down in the recliner just opposite him and
said, "Now I want to take some pictures of you naked."  He jumped up and
started to peel off his clothes.  "Not so fast", I said.  "Put your shirt
back on and let me tape you stripping."

"OK!"  He put his shirt back on and asked how he should do it.

"Turn around with your back to me and slowly take your shirt off, then
slide your hands into the back of your shorts and slide them down over your
ass to your knees.""OK, now step out of the shorts, put your hands over
your cock and turn around slowly and face the camera."  He was doing
excellent.  As he turned around, he shot that smile at the camera like a
pro.  "You sure you haven't done this before?"

"Yes." he said emphatically.

He was standing there with his little cock cupped in his hands.  "Now rub
your crotch and see if you can make your cock hard without letting the
camera see it." I said.  He started rubbing his crotch area, keeping one
hand over his dick and not letting the camera see it.  "When it gets hard,
just drop your hands and put them on your hips."  He did exactly as I
wanted.  Soon he was standing there with his hands on his hips, cock
standing rigid.  It was really the first time I had seen it fully.  It
wasn't very large, not that I had expected it to be.  There was no sign of
hair on his crotch anywhere.  He was perfectly smooth, and as usual he was
smiling.  I finished the tape and put the camera down, and walked over to
him and caressed his back, letting my hand slide down to his ass and around
his hips to his cock.  I grabbed his boy-hood in my hand and squeezed it
ever so gently.  He shuddered as I did this and I asked him if it hurt.  He
said that it felt good.  I dropped down on my knees and began licking his
balls and crotch.  I took his cock in my mouth and began sucking on it and
he just stood there shaking.  "I don't think you can cum yet, you are
probably to young."

"What does that mean?" he asked.

"Well," I said, it's kinda hard to explain.  When a boy reaches a certain
age, and he strokes his cock like this, he shoots out this white liquid
from his dick that's called sperm.

"I know what that is," he said with authority.  "My friend Bobby is
thirteen and he can jack-off.  Do you know what that is?  He says that when
the sperm shoots out, it is the best feeling you can have."

"Yes," I said.  "All men, and boys who have reached puberty can do it."

"Bobby lets ME jack him off sometimes.  You want me to do it to you?"

"You want to do it to me?" I asked.

"I can, I know how.  Take your clothes off, and I'll show you."

I started to take my clothes off real slow.  My dick was so hard I thought
it was going to burst with anticipation.  I stood in front of him with only
my jockeys on.  My cock was pushing at the front, straining to get out.  I
walked close to him and took his hand and put it on my cock.  He squeezed
and I thought I was going to come right then.  He started jacking me off
without waiting for me to take off the underwear.  "Easy," I said, "You'll
make me cum to quick."  I was really excited.  Without urging him, he
started to pull my shorts down.  All of a sudden my cock flopped out and
was pointing at his face like an arrow.

"Jeez, your's is huge." he said wide-eyed.  Bobby's is small.  Not as small
as mine, but a lot smaller than yours.

He took my cock in his hand and squeezed and started jacking it again.  I
removed his hand from my throbbing rod and placed it on my balls.  "Rub me
here."  He started rubbing my balls and I kept hold of his hand and ran it
between my legs.  "Stand up." I directed.  He immediately stood up and his
little dick was at attention.  I turned us around and I sat down in the
chair, an said, "I will demonstrate on you, what I want you to do to me.
OK?"  He nodded OK, and I started by rubbing his tits, to se if I could get
them hard.  Sure enough, they started to become erect.  Flat on his chest,
but you could feel the nipple hardening up.  I leaned forward and licked
his nipple and the area in between his tits.  I had my hands on his hips,
wrapped around to his ass cheeks.  I could feel him lightly shaking at each
nibble.  "Does that hurt?"  He nodded his head back and forth, indicating
NO.  As I continued to lick I kept getting lower on his chest.  He was so
short I had to finally slide out of the chair and sit on the floor in order
to be at "mouth level" with his groin.  I licked and licked at his groin,
allowing my tongue to hit his cock, his balls, the area under his balls,
down his leg slightly, and back up to where I took his cock into my mouth
and began sucking.  His boy-meat was so small that I really didn't have to
make any up and down motion.  I could get the entire thing in my mouth so
that I could use my tongue to rub up and down the back side of it.  Still
holding on to his hips I could really feel him shaking.  I didn't think
that he could cum, so after a while, I pulled off and sat there looking at
him."That feel good?"  He nodded agreement.  "You think you can do that?"

He said that he thought that he could.  I stood up and he immediately
pushed past me and sat down in the chair.  With him sitting in the chair he
could barely reach my navel.  I squatted down and took his hand and put it
on my tit.  He rubbed lightly on my chest and leaned forward and barely bit
on the nipple.  "You can bite it harder." I said.  He applied more tooth to
the nipple, and I winced in pleasure.  I moved his head from one tit to the
other.  I continued guiding his head where I wanted him to lick and bite.
Soon, I had him in a position to start on MY groin.  He didn't seem to mind
having his tongue on my balls and dick.  When I pulled him back so that I
could guide my dick towards his mouth, he willingly opened his mouth in
invitation.  I pushed my cock in his mouth, and he began sucking on it as
though it were his thumb.  He was clumsy, but eager to please.  I didn't
know how much more I could stand and pulled it out of his mouth just as I
exploded on his chest.  I took my rigid tool in my hand and jacked off hard
and fiercely.  Shot after shot of cum landed on his chest and face.  I had
hold of him with my other hand on the back of head.  He couldn't get away
from the onslaught of sticky white goo.  He made no attempt to.  When it
was over he took his hand and rubbed the splotches of cum on his chest and
face.  He stuck a wet finger into his mouth and licked it.  "Taste good?" I
asked.

"Doesn't really have much taste." he replied.

"Well, sometimes it tastes bitter and sometimes it tastes sweet.  It really
differs from person to person.  It depends on what you have eaten.  A lot
of different factors go into how it tastes."

"I wonder how soon I'll be able to do that?" Jacob said.

"Quick enough, I suppose." I replied.  Reaching for the video-cam, I said,
"Play with your cock and make it hard and then jack off for me for a
while."  I got in real close with my camera, as he stroked his tiny tool.
It got hard and he rubbed it in an up and down motion while I taped his
hairless body, from head to toe.  Using the zoom lens I moved in and out,
while he continued to stroke his cock.  "Show me your asshole."  He raised
his legs and put his hands on his butt and pulled his cheeks open, exposing
a hairless, tight hole.  "Let me get my tripod."  I set the camera up so
that I could get into the scene and dropped down on my knees and threw his
legs back in the air and began licking and sucking at his ass.  I was
whipped into a frenzy very quickly.  I wanted to fuck this boy, but I
didn't want to cause him any pain or consternation.  I remembered my small
vibrator and thought this would be a god way to start.  I ran to the
bathroom and got it, and returned to where he was laying in the chair, dick
sticking straight up.  I put some lube on the tip of it and turned it on,
and rubbed it around the outside of his hairless hole.  I probed ever so
slightly into his butt, and he made short moaning sounds.  "Hurt?" I asked.
He shook his no at me, and I continued to push forward.  I went real slow
and he made no move to stop me.  It was a very small dildo and I knew that
the vibrating of it would ease the pain for him.  I felt it hit his
sphincter and knew that if he was going to feel any pain it was going to be
in pushing past this point.  "Relax," I told him.  I could feel his body go
limp in the chair as he relaxed slightly, I took the immediate opportunity
to push quickly and get it past.  He screamed out in pain, and I quit
pushing and just let it sit there, knowing that the vibration would numb
the pain quickly.  After a few seconds he said that it had quit hurting and
I could go on.  I didn't push any deeper, I just let it stay in the same
position, turning it around in his ass, loosening him up.  He began playing
with himself and got an erection.  I loved his tiny fuck-pole... hairless
and small.  Even though I had just came, I was hard and ready for another.
This time I wanted to fuck him.  I slid the vibrator out of his ass and
sucked on his cock, while I inserted a finger into his ass.  He felt no
pain this time as I slipped past the muscle of delight.  I rubbed his tiny
prostate gland, and could tell that even at this young age, he was now
enjoying it.  I slipped my finger out and stood up.  "I want to stick my
dick in your ass."  I showed him the vibrator next to my dick and told him
that the two were about the same size around.  He noted that my cock was a
lot longer than the dildo.  I said that I wasn't going to put it in all the
way.  (I probably wouldn't make it very far in before I came anyway.)  I
put a lot of lube on the tip of my cock and guided it towards his virgin
fuck hole.  I pushed it in ever so slightly.  It was so tight I thought
that I was going to come right then.  I had to pull out and pinch the tip
to keep from cuming prematurely.  I slipped it back in and this time made
it about four inches... just past the sphincter.  He was beginning to show
discomfort, so I just let it rest in place.  I could feel it throbbing
inside him.  After several minutes he began to wiggle his ass a little and
then I began to take small strokes, each time pushing a little deeper.  I
couldn't hold it any linger.  I exploded with a load of white-shot into the
depths of his bowels.  I was the one moaning now.  I pulled out quickly and
collapsed on top of him.  He wrapped his arms around me and said he could
feel my heart beating.  I was glad to hear that it was still beating.
"Let's get cleaned up."  I pulled him out of the chair and carried his
naked body in my arms to the shower.  We cleaned each other with loving
care, got out of the shower and dried ourselves off.  As we were putting on
our clothes I asked him if he was hungry.

"Getting that way", Jacob replied.  He walked over and put his arms around
me and hugged me tight.  "I love my Mama dearly", he drawled, "But I wish I
could live with someone like you all the time."

"You and me both, dude," I said, "You and me both.  Let's go eat."  As we
walked out the door my thoughts ran over the weekend that had just passed
by.  It was almost too much for me to comprehend.  All these young boys...

If life got better than this, it hadn't happened to me yet.  Fortunately,
there was still a great deal of time left, for...?