Date: Wed, 17 Sep 2008 15:14:41 -0500 From: Charles Hughes Subject: GREAT BALL GAME (t/b oral, anal) This story is fiction, and it depicts two young boys in sexual activity. If you are not 18 years of age, or if it is illegal for any reason where you reside to read such material, you may not continue. Copyright 2008 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. I'll respond to emails: the.empty.room@hotmail.com I have other stories posted at Nifty; check under "Prolific Authors." Email me for good links to a few broken links there, as well as links to other stories posted at Nifty but not on that list. GREAT BALL GAME (t/b oral anal) Basketball was never my thing, especially high school games. I know; every guy is supposed to be crazy for basketball, or football, or hockey, or something. I never have been. Hell, I'm not even in high school. I'm only 13, but I've learned to accept the fact that I'm just not like a lot of other guys my age. I had gone to a home game with my aunt and uncle, since their son was on the team. I was staying with them for a week while Mom recovered from some serious surgery. My dad's dead, and there wasn't anyplace else to go. God forbid I should try to take care of myself at home alone! My cousin, three years older than me, hardly ever actually got into a game. He just wasn't good enough, but you'd never know it to listen to him. Braggert with an ego so huge it was more than I could take. Arrogent. A snob. And he treated me like a little kid. I'd sort of hoped we might have a little fun, but that's not happening. He's not a bad looking guy. Great chest on him, and he's made sure he could show that off in front of me. I don't really see that much of him around the house. I'm stuck in a little room at the back of the house. Besides, the guy just turns me off bigtime! Straight as an arrow, always ready with a story about some girl he'd fucked. He was a fucking liar about his talents at sports, so he was probably a fucking liar about fucking, too. I had a cool fantasy one night while jacking off about giving this straight cousin the best blow job he'd ever get. Anyway, I only had to put up with him for a few more days. His being on the team was a big thing with his family, and on the Friday during my visit I was dragged along, too. I left, with the excuse of a bad stomach, to find the john. The men's room was not very large, empty at the moment, and reeking of piss. I added my particular contribution to the mix. I shook and played with the snake for a minute, but then I put it away, deciding I would go out for a smoke. Yeah, I know. Leave me alone on it; I hear it at home. As I washed my hands in the sink, a kid wearing a sweatshirt with the home team's logo on it walked in, unzipping as he walked. Apparently he had had quite a bit to drink. I watched in the dirty mirror as he stood in front of the urinal. A long piss. I took in his long brown hair and the angle of his head as he watched the pee shooting out of his little prick. Maybe nine, ten. Had to be a hairless pecker taking that nice long piss. Nice little ass on him, from what I could see of his loose jeans. But this was strange territory to me, and I wasn't about to mess with local kids. The kid wiggled a little while he shook his prick with one hand and ran the other hand through his hair. Walked out without washing his hands. Kids. Besides, there were better fantasies to be had in the bleachers, with all those hot teens jumping around. The opposing team had one guy with their cheerleaders who could do gymnastic stunts that were spectacular. Tank top. Tights. A butt to die for. And I bet he could suck his own dick. File that one away for future fantasies. The front of the building was pretty crowded with people who'd also left a boring game for a smoke, so I wandered around a corner into a sort of alley between the gym and the classroom building next door. I lit up and leaned back against a loading dock. I let my hand wander over my crotch as I pictured one of the guys who had been sitting sort of in front of us. Light brown hair, nape of the neck so smooth... Then, into my head popped a picture of the kid at the urinal. I wondered what his dick looked like. No hair, of course. Cut, uncut? My cock grew as I speculated. How big was I when I was a kid? I hadn't started measuring yet at nine or ten, I don't think. Sure played with it, but I just hadn't thought to measure it. I wondered if he'd ever measured his. There was a movement at the other end of the alley, and I looked just in time to see a dark figure cross to the corner of the classroom building. The figure was small. I had the kid on my mind, so it could have been my imagination, but the figure sure looked familiar. I was back in a kind of corner where I couldn't be seen, so I unzipped and slid my hand inside. I usually go commando, so it was easy to find what I was looking for. I stroked along the length of my dick -- not its full five inches yet -- and played with some of the precum that had already begun to ooze out. That week I hadn't been free to jerk off anywhere except in bed or in the bathroom. At home I liked jerking off in unusual places. School john. Park restroom. Middle of the football field one night... Well, that's another story. Oh, yeah, my cousin said he didn't jerk off. Never had. Never needed to. Fucking liar. What was a kid doing outside alone? And around a building locked up for the night? With lights and crowds and the noise from the gym just next door? I zipped up and went to find out. I rounded the far corner of the building to find a door that was ajar. I stopped before I got too close, and I thought I could hear something. Sounded like someone... breathing? Was somebody in trouble? None of my business. But it could be that kid in trouble... When I pulled the door open just enough light got in so I could see the little guy sitting in a corner of the stairwell. His jeans and briefs were down around his ankles, and his legs were splayed wide open and bent at the knees to give him full access to his little dick. The whiteness of the inside of his thighs almost glowed in the light coming through the high windows, and his little dick was almost red from his stroking. He was jerking it for all he was worth. "Fuck!" He almost shouted the word when he saw me in the doorway. "Take it easy, kid," I said quietly, as I stepped through the door and closed it quietly behind me. "I'm not going to cause you any grief. No business of mine if you want to come over here and play your own little game." "Don't tell anybody, okay, dude? My dad... please, just don't tell." "I just said I wouldn't, kid. Go on, get back to it." I grinned, waiting to see if he would resume. He waited for a minute. "You're the guy in the bathroom. Aren't you?" "That's me, little buddy. Watched you walk up to that urinal and pull out your junk and piss away." He slowly started his motion again. He was going to finish off in front of me! I stepped a little closer, hoping I wouldn't frighten him. He actually turned a bit so I could get a better look. He stopped his jacking and held his little dick in the palm of his hand, showing it to me! Damn kid was proud of his little prick! The perfect little boy pecker, stiff as a rod, the tiny head of it red with all his stroking. Over two inches for sure. Maybe three. My god, it was a beautiful little cocklet. I hardly remembered when mine had looked like that. But I did remember how much I liked to show mine off when I was little. "You want to help me?" he asked. "You do, doncha? It's okay." Damn. He was holding that hard little prick on his smooth palm like he was offering me a gift. And he was. I sat down beside him, and he moved his hand aside. I cradled his hot little dick in my hand for a moment. Not a hair on it or around it. The hard little shaft wasn't any bigger around than my finger, but it was as hot -- and hard -- as a poker. The circumcised head was darker, a firm little mushroom. That's what I felt like when I was a little kid, I thought. Feeling the heat of it, the pulsing of it, made me instantly hard again, and I adjusted myself with my other hand. My cock was really hard now, and I could feel the precum on my thigh. "You can pull down your pants. I seen big dicks before," he said. "I wanna see yours." An invitation I couldn't refuse. My pants were down to my ankles in a flash, and my five inches of hard cock sprang up. Without hesitation, the kid reached for it. His cocklet slipped off my palm as he moved to put his hand on my shaft. I heard him suck in his breath when he touched it, and he began to stroke it up and down. His fingers left my dick for a minute to play around in the bush of hair I had. My cock lurched, and he grabbed for it again. His fingers circled my cockhead, and then he put his hand fully around the base of my dick. He tightened his fingers a bit and slowly pulled his hand all the way up. Since I'd been stroking a bit outside, more precum leaked out for him right away. He got some on his fingers and then licked them off, grinning up at me. This little man knows how to have fun! I picked him up and carried him to one of the steps where we could be just a little more comfortable. Our pants were left on the floor. I arranged him so I could get my face in his crotch first. I had to suck on that little morsel of flesh. I sucked it in, and he gasped with pleasure. If my mouth hadn't been full, I would have smiled at the sound, remembering some of the neighborhood kids at home when I'd been the age of this kid. Yeah, plenty of guys at home had eaten my little dick for me. I was in a mouth for the first time when I was nine, and, oh fuck, was I a happy little guy. And I'd been only too happy to return the favor. I was the neighborhood cocksucker. What the older boys didn't know was that I'd made them all cocksuckers, too -- at least for my little dick. I'd suck any dick for a promise that I'd get sucked in return. I was good enough I got lots of repeat business, too! Never could decide which I liked best when I was a horny little kid -- a big cock in my mouth, or my own little prick in somebody else's mouth. What difference did it make? I was getting both! I kneaded that hard little nail with my tongue. He squirmed into me, pressing his flesh against my mouth. His warm naked thighs were pressed against my cheeks, as though he were caressing my cheeks with them. I got one hand behind him, cupped his smooth ass and pulled him in deep. I nursed on his tasty little cocklet as though I'd never tasted one before. I pressed it against the inside of one cheek and then the other. A hot little stick! I flipped it around and around with my tongue and flicked my tongue against the underside of his tiny dickhead. I ran my tongue around that little dickhead so fast I almost got dizzy. His sounds were marvelous. He wasn't loud, but his hums and sighs and gasps echoed up and down the stairwell as though there were a hundred little boys being pleasured by my mouth. Every now and then, when I paid special attention to his dickhead, he'd reward me with a supressed little squeal. My tongue held his hard little pecker up to the roof of my mouth, moving the hot little head back to the softer part, and then I hummed for him. His loud groan meant the vibration I'd started had shot into his belly just like I knew it would. I lowered my tone to a deep hum, and his groan became a whimper. It had been a while since I'd eaten a dick this little, but I still remembered. I could feel him shiver in pleasure. "Ohh yea maaaan oooooooo yesssssss... mmmmm..." Sweet sounds. He spread his smooth thighs a bit wider, like he was begging me to eat it all, everything this little kid had to offer. I glanced up once to see that his head was thrown backward a bit, his mouth hanging open and his eyes glazed. I pulled back just enough to raise his ass up a bit and reach his little balls with my tongue. They were so little, it felt like licking hot marbles. I circled my lips around one and then the other as I licked and sucked gently. He moaned as he grabbed my hair with both hands and pulled me tighter against his boysex. I sucked on one little globe and then the other, and I licked his warm skin all around. These warm little nuts were long from the time when they'd produce anything, though at the moment they were sure producing lots of pleasure for their young owner. I pulled away for a minute for a deep breath. "How old are you, kid?" "Ten," he gasped. "Please don't stop, dude... Oh, man... fuck it's fantastic... you're so fucking good..." Damn straight, I'm good, little dude. I went back to one of his boyballs. He squirmed so much while I washed it with my tongue I had to hold his ass tight to keep him in place. He was panting now, and I figured his mind was lost somewhere in that place boys go when their bodies just surrender to that lust for more and more. I yanked my sweater off over my head and lay it on the step; then I picked him up by his ass and moved him on top of it so he would be a little more comfortable -- and so my hands cupping his ass wouldn't be pressed against the hard steps. He opened his little legs for me again as I resumed sucking. My finger, which I had wet with my mouth while adjusting the boy, found his little pussyhole. He moaned as I caressed it. So smooth and tight. His dick was burning in my mouth as my tongue raced around it, and I knew he was nearly there. "Ooooo fuck man oh yeah yeah...." His hot little boydick spasmed in my mouth with the beginning of his orgasm, and he made a beautiful sound as he experienced his dry cum, high and sweet. He throbbed in my mouth several times, his voice revealing the intensity of it; his pleasure echoed in the stairwell. When his boy orgasm was over, I pulled him closer to me and held him against my chest. "Kid, you have one great little prick there." His breathing was so hard I'm not sure he could have responded. My finger was at his pucker hole again, and I began to push in slightly. It pulsed, then opened. I was amazed when my finger slid in, up to the second knuckle. He was moaning and grinding his naked little butt against my hand. I realized he was trying to fuck my finger. I rearranged him quickly. I stood him in front of me, with each foot on a different step, and bent him over. He knew what to do. I spread his ass cheeks and dove in for a treat -- the smell and taste only a man can have. Only this time it was a boy -- the taste of something I hadn't had since I was a little kid myself. A little stale boypiss. A little sweat. And a the sweet tang only a hole can give to a guy. God, he smelled so sweet, so... boysweet. He gasped his pleasure when my tongue probed his boyhole, spreading it. I pressed in deeply, tasting him, pleasuring him. Tight little hole. Hot little hole. Eager little hole. He was moist outside and wet inside, wet with the juices of boypussy... His taste was incredible, and the way the lips of his hole quivered around my tongue excited me as much as the heat I felt against my lips. I pulled my tongue out to roll it around and around that entrance, then I pointed it and thrust it in as deep as I could. He moaned and pressed back against me to meet the thrust of my tongue. Oh, yeah, this little man wanted his pussy to be pleased, all right. And he knew how to make that little hole beg for it. I could almost feel his boytunnel suck on my tongue. I tonguefucked him a few times, then a little deeper. While my tongue was still inside his tight tunnel, I sucked around it and felt the lips of his hot little pucker vibrate against my tongue. I alternated, tonguefucking, sucking, tonguefucking, sucking... Oh yeah, his little boyhole was sweet! Soooooo sweet! He pulled away for a second, his pulsing hole just inches from my face. "Oh, do it, dude, I can take it... fuck me fuck me..." Damn. A little ten-year-old pussy begging for it! I bent him over on one of the steps above me, put my sweater under my knees, and aimed my cock at his wet little pucker. He moaned when he felt my cockhead kiss his little hole. I pressed, and he grunted under the pressure. I pressed into him slowly, my cockhead opening his sweet hole wider and wider. His moans became groans of pain for just a moment, then his spincter snapped over the crown of my cock, and I was in! I couldn't believe it! This little pussy has had cock before! No wonder he was so eager -- he knew what a great fuck was and couldn't wait to get one. Well, I'd make sure he did. Such a sweet delight! His boyhole was so tight around me! I slid in deeper, slowly. Damn, it was like fucking a tight silk glove! He moved slightly as he adjusted to the size. The circle of his pucker had a strangle-hold on my dick! And damn if he didn't begin to push back! The little kid knew what he was doing. He seemed as experienced as some of my buddies back home -- and he was little more than half their age! Somebody had been very, very nice to this little boyfuck. Boys his own age? Older boys, teens? Even older? Damn, who cared! He was receiving my cock like a little pro! I couldn't believe it when I felt my pubes pressing against his smooth bottom. I pulled him in tight against me and held him there. All five fucking inches in this little boystud! His soft, smooth buttcheeks pressed tightly against my hair, and I felt my cock pulsing stronger. He wiggled. He wanted a real fuck. I was ready. I began to slowly fuck him, in and out, and his sighs and moans were music to my ears. Almost all the way out, then five inches of thick meat all the way down into his sweet love tunnel. Over and over -- and he was pressing back against me each time I went deep. I maintained a regular and slow pace, entering deeply and pulling upward, and he met every motion I made. For a second I could imagine I was being fucked -- my hard, wet cock was being fucked by a tight little boyhole... up and down on it... fucking my throbbing pole... Faster. It was happening faster now. Every time I hit bottom, he let out a satisfied grunt. I pulled upward and thrust down again and again, and soon those grunts were loud and demanding, echoing in the stairwell just as loudly as his little soprano squeals when I'd been sucking his nail. Fuck you, little man! Fuck your tight boyhole! Fuck! Fuck... your... little... pussy... hole... Ahhhhhh... yesssssss! I would cum soon, and there was no way I could hold it back, even if I wanted to. I would fill his young little boybottom with my hot cum. Hot teen cream for a boypussy... I pumped and soon... I exploded! Yessssssssssssssssssssss! His hole tightened around the base of my cock and strangled the cum out of it as I pulled back. I fucked into him hard and gave him another hot load. Oh fuck! So hot! I came and I came. Until it was over. Oh fuck. One of the hardest, most intense cums I'd ever had. I pulled out of him and got my face down to his hole just in time to begin licking what slid out of his sweet ass, right into my hungry mouth. Hot cum and boy juices - straight from his insides. It streamed out, and he moaned as my tongue licked and then probed his boyhole for more. Sweet sex juices from one of the sweetest little asses I'd ever tasted... Finally, there was no more. I fell back against the wall of the staircase and pulled him back with me. Our feet were on different steps, but he wound up in my lap. We both gasped for breath for a few minutes. His little round face was looking up at me, grinning and so innocent. Yeah, sure. Innocent. I grinned back. His hot little bottom was resting on my thigh, so wet and worn. Had anybody made me this happy when I was his age? "Shit, dude," he finally whispered; "that was the best fuck I've ever had. Best ever!" I hardly knew what to say to that. It was about the best fuck I'd ever had, too! I was so weak I could only sit there as my little cock-receiver got up and limped down the few steps to his pants. He wiped his ass with his briefs, then put them on. He stepped into his jeans. "Hey, man, the game's gonna be over soon. I better get going." He zipped and fastened his belt. As he opened the door to leave, he looked back with a big grin. "Yeah, dude. The best ever. Thanks." And he was gone. I was aware of the screaming coming from the gym next door, and I knew someone had scored; the game was almost over. I hurriedly dressed and ran around to the front entrance. I got to the bleachers just in time to see somebody make a basket with only one second to go. My aunt and uncle were screaming, so I guess the home team had won. I was standing next to them when my uncle turned and screamed over the noise, "Damn, that was a great win! What a game!" "Yeah," I yelled back. "The best ever!"