Date: Thu, 03 Jan 2002 17:42:27 +0800
From: Colin Cleary
Subject: THE JASON CARTER STORY - 8

The stories included in this anthology are fiction, you might even say
fantasy, and have been written to amuse, intrigue, entertain, divert and
delight.  They contain scenes of graphic inter-generational sex; if these
are not to your taste, or if they are outlawed in your city, state,
providence, or country, read no further, but simply go elsewhere for your
entertainment.

All characters who appear in the stories are fictional, and any
similarities between them and the genuine living or dead are coincidental
and unintentional. The only exception is Aaron Carter about whose sexuality
the stories make no reference whatsoever; he does seem a nice kid and I
appreciate his bubblegum rap, but that's it.

Above all, if you have not yet reached the age of consent, read no further;
it is not the intention of the site nor the writer to fill your head with
dreams and desires which as yet may be only vague and inchoate. There's
lots of fun to be had on the Net; go and find what is appropriate for you.

To everyone else who takes some pleasure from this tale, may you and yours
live long and prosper.




8 - BEGINNING OF THE END


The beginning of the end began when I realised I was becoming just as much
the seducer as the seduced.

Toby and I used to play around nearly every Tuesday afternoon when his
mother took his kid brother Mikey to basketball practice after school, and
we had the house to ourselves. I suppose his mother looked on me as a kind
of 'baby sitter', after all, I was two years older than Toby who was
Declan's younger by a year cousin.

I can't really remember how it came about, but after a few baby-sitting
sessions, we got into the habit of sucking each other off. That was fine
with me. I didn't mind going down on him. I've always enjoyed making
another boy cum with my tongue and fingers, feeling him under my control,
wanting and needing me, my tongue taking him over the edge, then crying and
kicking and squeezing my head between his legs as he comes until he finally
has to push my head away from his over-sensitized cock.

And I like having the favour returned. I love the feel of a boy's mouth on
my cock. Toby seemed to like doing it, playing with me and teasing me until
I came. He would slide his mouth over my prick, up and down, up and down,
pushing at the underside with his tongue. He would use his hand on my
saliva-slickened shaft, jacking it up and down while he held just the head
of my cock in his mouth and sucked on it strongly. I loved to spurt into
his mouth and have him swallow it. He always did that, sucking me dry and
then, when I was too sensitive for his to continue, licking his lips until
he'd swallowed it all.

I suppose it was just sex to start with, good clean sex, but as it went on,
I began to find myself thinking how beautiful Toby was. That scared me. I
knew it was okay to think of girls as beautiful, though I'd never found
them appealing, but it was way out of order to think of boys as beautiful;
hell, we weren't even supposed to admit boys could be handsome. I looked in
the mirror and I knew I was handsome, but it wasn't something I could go
public on.

In fact, as far as I could tell, boys weren't supposed to have any emotions
at all, except for the standard macho emotions like anger, greed and
envy. So, it came as something of a shock to catch myself think of Toby as
beautiful. It wasn't even as if he were feminine, let alone effeminate. He
had a good build for his age; curls tangled enough to defy any comb,
freckles spattered across regular features; big hands and big feet; and
hazel eyes that seemed lit up from within. Stick Toby in a movie and he
wouldn't look out of place. I wondered if he ever caught himself in the
mirror and went Wow!

One day, I suggested another game.

"I'm going to suck your dick," I said, "but I don't want you to cum, not
this time anyway. Because after I get your dick good and hard, I'm going to
fuck you in the ass."

"Sounds fun," grinned Toby. "Let's go for it. But if I end up pregnant,
you've got to pay your share of the child-care expenses." For a moment I
wondered if the boy was serious; his grin brought out a grin of my own.

With my hot mouth wrapped around the head of his cock, any idea would have
sounded okay. I didn't mention it wasn't the first time I'd done it. I'd
discovered the unique sensations of butt-fucking about a couple of years
earlier with one of my best friends, Declan Robson.

I sucked Toby for about twenty minutes, bringing him close to the edge time
and time again, but never letting him orgasm. Soon enough, he was hot
enough to try anything.

Toby was as good at getting me hard. Holding the head of my cock in his
mouth, he wrapped his lips around it tightly and pushed his head forward,
forcing me into his mouth deeper and deeper. I felt the tip press against
the soft back of his throat. His lips reached out, scrabbling to get
further down onto me. Then he pulled back slowly until once again only the
head of my cock was between his lips.

Toby grabbed hold of the shaft with both hands. Holding on to it firmly, he
rolled my cock around in his mouth, licking the head with his tongue. He
laid the sensitive underside right in the middle of his tongue and rocked
his head quickly back and forth for a while, rubbing the bottom across his
tongue. Then he sucked on it for a while.

"There," Toby said, "I think it's hard enough, now."

"Another minute of that, and I'd have cum down your throat!" I told him.

There was a half-used tube of K-Y jelly in the drawer. I took the cap off
and squeezed some onto my fingers.

"Grease my ass up good," Toby said. "I'm so tight you'll need a lot of it."

He got on his hands and knees next to me, then lowered his head to the
bed. He reached back with both hands and spread his ass cheeks apart.

"Go ahead," he said. "Grease me up, buttercup."

I lay on my side next to him and let my fingers slip into the crack of his
ass. My fingers pushed the gob of K-Y jelly against the tight bud of his
asshole. With my middle finger, I rubbed gently around the rim.

"Wow," Toby said. "I like that."

Slowly, very slowly, I increased the pressure, still moving my finger
around and around. At first, the tight muscle of his asshole would not
yield. Then it gave a little and my finger dipped slightly into him. I kept
moving and pressing. My finger slid into him little by little. Soon it was
as far as the first joint. Then it was as far as the second joint. I pushed
it forward and buried my middle finger all the way into Toby's ass.

"Oh, jeez," he said, "that feels so good!" He waggled his butt, shaking it
back and forth and making my finger wobble inside his ass. With my finger
still buried all the way inside him, I rotated it, stretching his asshole
to get it ready for my cock.

I pushed his butt toward the bed and he stretched out on his stomach. I lay
beside him, my right hand in his ass and my left hand wrapped around him
and under him.

"Oh, Mikey!" he said. "Oh, jeez!"

"Are you ready for it?" I asked.

"Yeh," Toby said. "Shove your prick up my ass, now! Quick, before I cum!"

"I think you should grease me up first," I told him. "Wanna make sure I can
slide in easy."

Toby was almost frantic with desire. On his side, facing me, he grabbed the
tube of jelly and squeezed some into his hand. He reached down and wrapped
both hands around my cock, spreading the jelly all over it. His warm hands,
slipping up and down on my prick, were like his mouth fondling and teasing
me.

"There," Toby said. "That should do it. Now stick your cock into me, damn
it! Now!"

"You got it," I told him. I pushed down on one of his shoulders, flattening
his face down on the bed. He started to raise up on his knees, but I rolled
my weight on top of his back.

"No," I said. "Just like that. Put me in."

My greased cock was between his buns, the bottom side rubbing against his
asshole. Toby reached back with one hand and grabbed my prick. He moved it
through the cleft until the tip was centred on his butthole.

"There," he said. "Go ahead. Push it in."

He kept hold of my cock, bracing it for the difficult job of forcing it
into his tight asshole. I let gravity do most of the work, lowering myself
slowly. I could feel the head of my cock begin to push open the tight ring.

Heavily greased on both sides, there was little resistance, but the size of
my cock in the small place was more than Toby could accommodate easily.

"Easy," he whimpered. "It's so big. Give it to me just a little at a time."

I backed off a little, then started in again, slower this time. Little by
little, my cock slid into his asshole. His hand, which was still wrapped
around me, pressed up against his butt cheeks. He held it there for a
while, keeping me in his but preventing me from going further, while he got
used to the feel of my cock in his ass.

"That's better," Toby said after a moment. "That's a lot better. Now, push
it in slowly, all the way."

Gradually letting my hips press forward, I sank my cock into the depths of
his asshole. At about two-thirds of the way in, Toby stopped me again to
let his tight tube get used to me, but he soon signalled he was ready for
more. I shoved forward the last few inches, forcing it deep within his
butt. My pelvis pressed against his tightly stretched asshole, forcing his
cheeks aside. I was all the way in him.

"Jesus Christ!" I said. "Does that feel as good to you as it does to me?"

"It's great. I can't begin to tell you," Toby panted. "It's like an
enormous pole forced right up my ass. Fuck me now. Fuck me hard!"

Holding myself above his on my hands and toes, only my cock was in contact
with him. I pulled back and shoved forward again, pushing my prick into his
asshole and then drawing it slowly out. When I pulled back, the ring of his
butthole clung to my cock like it didn't want to let go. I pulled back
until just the head was still grasped by tight circle of flesh, then pushed
forward again and sank my prick all the way in.

At first, Toby was passive. He lay there on his stomach, letting me fuck
him, moaning softly. Then he slid a hand under his stomach and down to his
cock. He reached behind to touch my prick and balls briefly, then pulled
his hand away. He began to roll his hips, and I could tell he was jacking
himself in time to out butt fuck.

"Oh, God, that feels so damn good!" Toby said. "Fuck me! Fuck me in the
ass, Jason! Push that cock into me. I love it! I want you to fuck me
hard. Fuck me with your cock, Jason. Shove that big cock in my ass. Give it
to me, give it to me good."

I was more than happy to do what he wanted. I let my weight press onto him,
my chest on his back, pushing his face into the bed. My crotch was pressed
between the cheeks of his ass, drilling my cock deep into his stretched
butt. I put my hands on his hips and pull led back on them, forcing his ass
onto my prick as deep as I could go. I hunched forward, pulled back, pushed
forward again.

Keeping my cock buried deep into his ass, we struggled up to our
knees. Toby spread his legs sideways and raised his butt as high as he
could, bracing himself with his hands. Kneeling behind him, my hands still
on his hips, I slammed in and out of his tight ass. I pushed my cock in
deep and rolled it around inside his butt.

"Is that what you wanted, Toby?" I demanded. "Is this what you wanted me to
do? Do you like having my cock up your ass?"

"Yeh, damn it, it's so damn good!" Toby cried. "Yeh, I've been thinking
about this. I wanted you to fuck me in the ass. I dreamed about it
yesterday. I imagined your big cock pushing its way into me. Only it was
better when you actually fucked me. It's so big! It's like a branch up my
asshole. I'm spread so wide on your cock. It's all the way up in me,
Jason. It's so big and so deep and it feels so good and it's going to make
me cum so hard."

I wanted him to cum. I knew it would hit him hard. I wanted him to cum with
my prick buried deep in his ass. Then I wanted to cum myself, to spurt my
cum deep into his asshole.

"I'm going to cum soon, Toby," I told him. "You'd better cum soon, too. I'm
going to fill your ass with my cum."

"Almost there," he gasped. "God, it feels so good. Fuck me, Mikey. Shove it
all the way up my ass. Fuck me hard and make me cum!"

I gave him what he wanted. I slammed my prick into his asshole, which
gripped tightly around me, clinging to my cock as I shoved it into him and
dragged it back out of his butt, setting up a steady rhythm that grew more
and more fierce until the cheeks of his ass were slamming into my groin.

Toby gave a little cry and shuddered, and then he came, twitching and
crying and pleading with me to fuck him harder, to shove my cock as deep as
possible into his ass. That made me cum, too. I shot my jism into his
butthole, spurting time after time into the depth of his twelve-year-old
ass.

Okay, so I fucked Toby, and that was probably no big deal, but since I'm
stuck with true confessions, I've to admit I seduced his little
brother,too, and that was way out of order.

His little brother was a Mikey, too.

I suppose in my defence I could claim Mikey seduced me as much as I seduced
him. After all, he asked for me to baby-sit him, and three or four times I
refused. I'd no particular reason for refusing, other than a hearty dislike
of spending an evening with a little kid; and I certainly had no intention
of getting it on with him.

But the theatre tickets had been bought; they included Toby. That left me
with little Mikey.

I should have suspected something was up when he decided to give me his own
fashion show. Mikey piled on lot of other people's clothing, trotting into
the lounge with fewer and fewer clothes until he came to what he called
'the highlight' of the show. I thought it was all a bit weird, but it was
good fun, too.

What I saw next kept me from thinking at all. Mikey was clad in a
smoke-grey, wafer thin shorts, pulled tight in the vee, the tube of his
cock and the curve of his testicles clearly showing through the skin-tight
fabric. Not a hint of pubic hair peeked over the waist of the shorts, slung
so low that the tan of summer gave way to the natural cream of the kid's
skin in unbroken gradations.

"You like?" he said, turning slowly around like a model showing a new
design. The little fucker was flirting with me!

"I like!" I grinned, playing along to see how far he was willing to go.

Mikey laughed a musical laugh and said, "Good! It looks as sexy as it makes
me feel then. Come and cop a feel."

I wanted to feel more than the fabric. I wanted to feel every inch of
Mikey, explore every crevice, run my tongue over every part of his body and
taste every part of him. "This is the best way to feel it," he sighed as he
drew the moth to the flame. His arms wrapped around my neck and he drew
himself up tight to me. If I'd had any doubts about his knowing about
hard-ons, they were gone now. My cock was jutting against my summer shorts
and Mikey was pressing himself hard against it.

Mikey opened his mouth and gave me his tongue. It licked back and forth
against my lips. I opened mine in invitation. His tongue came into my
mouth, exploring, seeking. I gave my tongue to him in swirling motions,
making love to his tongue with mine. He drew his tongue back and opened his
mouth even wider, urging me to find it. I delved my tongue into his mouth
and found the treasure.

Our breathing was coming faster and harder now, and his arms wrapped even
tighter about me. I dropped my hands down to his buttocks and softly rubbed
and kneaded them, pulling his pelvis even closer to mine. My cock rubbed
hard against his smaller erection and he moaned into my mouth. He finally
broke the kiss and asked, "Is it wrong for us to do this, Mikey?"

"Does it feel wrong, Mikey?"

"No, it feels exactly right. If you'd said 'yeh' I'd have died right here
on the spot." He put his mouth up to my ear and whispered, "Slip them off
me. I want to be naked."

I knelt at the boy's feet, and, taking each hip corner with a finger, drew
the silk slip down to his knees, his ankles, and off. When I raised my
head, my eyes were level with his sweet young cock, an erection that
measured between three and four inches, the head poking out from delicate
foreskin. His balls, like delectable plums, hung in a scrotum hardly
wrinkled by age.

Try as I did, and I did try, I couldn't resist running my hands over the
bare exposed flesh. I made my touch soft and stroking, moving in little
circles down his back. I reached the outward flare of his buttocks and
caressed them, just touching with my fingertips in little feathery
strokes. I moved down to the half-moons where the buttocks joined the
thighs and took his buttocks in my hands and gently and softly stroked
them. The skin was exquisitely smooth, smoother even that the silk that had
just covered them. Mikey was holding me tight now, and his breath in my ear
was speeding up, almost a panting sound.

"Shit, Mikey! That's so nice," he murmured, pressing forward so his hard-on
brushed my lips.

I moved one hand into the deep cleft between those sweet cheeks and inched
it down, delving under the silk, searching for the treasure I knew to be
hidden there. My fingertips brushed across his crinkled little anus and he
caught his breath as I lightly stroked it in circles. It was moist and I
stroked this area in a little circle, moving my finger lightly across the
damp centre that gave a little as I pressed it with a finger tip. A bit
more pressure and his sphincter gave way enough for me to slip in my middle
finger to the first knuckle.

Mikey threw his head back and huskily moaned, "Oh, God, Mikey! Yeh! That's
the spot! Right there!" His pelvis thrust back and forward, moving his anal
ring up and down my slickened finger.

Together we grappled with my clothing: T-shirt, shorts, tennis socks,
trainers, until I was as naked as him. My cock jutted out from my body at
an almost perfect ninety degrees. It was wet, slick and glistening from my
flow of juices.

Mikey reached down and grasped my cock. It was engorged, swollen, the head
ripe and bulbous. He stroked it, and it jerked and poured out some more
pre-cum fluids. My hand worked in his love chute again, and I could tell
from the urgency of his stroking of my cock he was near climax. He was
driving me close to my own orgasm also, and it was much too early. I wanted
to defer that sweet pleasure and concentrate on Mikey.
 
Reluctantly, I removed his hand from my cock and gently pushed him onto his
bed. He fell onto his back, his legs hanging over the side, toes touching
the thick-piled Afghan rug - a position perfectly suited to my planned
ministrations. I knelt between his legs and spread them wide. The centre of
his being was right before me. I paused, savouring the sight and aroma of
Mikey's arousal.

I lowered my head and took him deep in my mouth and throat. He had that
smooth elegance of cock that arouses by its very innocence. I had to adjust
my head several times until I was able to slide in all the way. My head
bobbed up and down on his pulsating erection; one hand played with his
balls while the other worked its way between his legs, my middle finger
stroking his ring, feeling the smooth skin give way to the serrated edges
of his puckered little hole.

The boy moaned continuously, a soft, mewling sound of pleasure. His pelvis
moved almost convulsively, up and down, in circles, as if it were not a
part of him. I eased my fingertip inside his sphincter and pushed my finger
in, extending it to the maximum. I ran it in and out feverishly, mimicking
the action of his cock in my throat.

Mikey arched his back and pushed his shaft hard against my lips: "Oh, I'm
cuming! I'm cumminnngg...ooooohh." I lay there letting his throbbing cock
empty him into me in clear, almost tastless little sports of fluid,
gradually slowing the finger-fucking I was giving his bottom. He lay there,
clutching me, breathing deeply, as his cock oozed a few last pearly drops.

I took Mikey's hand and showed him how to wrap it around my cock and stroke
up and down. He started a gentle up and down movement, and I pushed my hips
up to meet each one of his strokes. The whole head of my cock was covered
in pre-cum and it glistened in the light coming through the window. His
hand moved up into the juice with each stroke and soon my entire cock was
coated in my slick male lubrication. "You're getting all wet," Mikey
whispered.

With those words, Mikey plunged my cock into his mouth. My God, Mikey's
going to give me a blow job! I thought. The heat of his mouth was so
voluptuous, the action of his tongue on my glans so stimulating, I thought
I'd come at that very instant. To avoid immediate orgasm, I shifted my
thoughts away from my pleasure and concentrated on his.

It was obvious what it would be. Not six inches in front of my mouth,
Mikey's wet, glistening asshole awaited. If he could give oral pleasures,
then I could more than return the favour. I took his leg and lifted it,
moving my face into the cavity between his thighs.

Opening my mouth wide, I moved my tongue all over his puckered rosebud,
slicking it with saliva, and pushing against the little muscle. I fitted my
lips around his ring and created a little vacuum so I could suck his lips
just beyond my own. That always opens me up; I hoped it'd do the same for
my gorgeous little namesake.

Mikey jerked his hips and hunched them against my mouth. As far as I knew,
this was the first time he'd experienced anal sex and I wanted to make it
especially good for him, to make his pleasure even more exciting. His mouth
action on my cock became faster; he gulped down my cock all the way to the
base, sucking briefly, and then back out. I knew I couldn't hold out much
longer, and if his action on my cock were an indicator, Mikey, too, was on
the edge of another orgasm.

My ass clenched and then jerked. My stomach muscles tightened and then
jerked. A huge jet of sperm shot out of my cock and into Mikey's mouth. He
gulped and swallowed the entire amount. Shot after shot spurted out, and
after that first one, Mikey was no longer able to swallow fast enough; cum
was leaking out of his lips and dripping down onto his naked
perspiration-sheened body.

I looked up to see if the boy was okay. Mikey was smiling, cum dribbling
from the corners of his red-lipped mouth. His lips looked puffy, his eyes
glazed. "I want you to do it, Mikey," he whispered. "I want you to take me
all the way."

"God, Mikey, you mean your cherry?"

"That's exactly what I mean," Mikey said. "Toby and I've already done
everything else together, let's go ahead and finish the job. Mikey, I'm so
hot. Playing around with each other has made me want to fuck so bad. Right
now, I need to have a cock buried deep in my bottom, and I can't think of
one I'd rather have than yours. How 'bout it? Mikey, do this for me?"

"I don't know," I said. "Just thinking about making it with you has made me
so hot I feel like I'll come a whole gallon."

Mikey kissed me lightly on the lips and said, "Let's stop talking about it
and start doing it I know it's going to hurt at first, so take it easy, but
please, please, take it."

We embraced. My cock nestled between his legs. He spread his legs apart so
it would rub along his anal lips. He really was hot, soaking wet, his
juices covering my cock with their slipperiness. Our mouths locked
together, and we kissed sensually, passionately, and long. Our tongues and
lips worked in complement to the action going on below where we both worked
our hips back and forth and around and around. Our hearts were beating
fast, both breathing in gasps.

"Screw me right now or I'm going to die, Mikey," the boy hissed sibilantly
in my ear. "Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Fuck me right now!"

Mikey let go of me and backed up on the bed. When his legs hit the
headboard, he lay down on his back, legs spread apart. I could see where
our juices had mingled all along the gaping rosebud lips, glistening and
running in a flow down into the crack of his ass. Mikey's body presented to
me there, so inviting, so beautiful, was better than anything I'd ever
encountered.

I took Mikey's hands and pulled him up on the bed, instead of hanging off
like he was. Now he was completely stretched out, his nude beauty laid out
before me, a visual feast. I knelt on the bed between his legs and took a
thigh in each hand, spreading them apart. Mikey lifted his knees, giving me
better access to his nether region. I grabbed a pillow and put it under his
ass, and now his anal ring was right in front of my cock.
 
On my knees, I lodged the head of my cock into Mikey's steamy hole, putting
it in just a inch. He wriggled hard, his bum moving convulsively as my cock
broke through his sphincter. Slowly and deliberately, I pushed in another
inch, then pulled almost all the way out. I wanted to build up lubrication
and gradually open him up, not just plow in and hurt him. He said, "Nooo,"
as I pulled out, wanting to maintain the merging of our bodies. I quickly
pushed back in and delved an inch deeper than before.

Now Mikey was squirming beneath me as the friction of skin on skin burned
his ring. The pain must have equalled the pleasure, but the brave little
bastard only pushed himself more desperately onto my prick. I remembered my
first time as a boy and winced as the memory of pain shot through my
buttocks.

I worked my cock in and out of him, just going in the couple of inches thus
far gained, and then back out. He pushed back at me each time I thrust
forward, eager to rejoin our connection. "Tell me if it hurts too much," I
whispered.
 
"No, not really hurting," he probably lied. "Just feels really full, all
stretched. Keep going, don't let up. Even if it hurts some more, it'll soon
stop and I'll be able to enjoy it then." To add emphasis, he pushed his
hips hard at me, humping up so the head went completely into the tight
little ring. He frowned a little at the penetration, and I stopped pushing,
not wanting to hurt him if I could keep from it.

"Damn it, Jason!" Mikey hissed, "I asked you to keep going. It's my
cherry. Let me worry about hurting."

"Fuck you," I thought and drove my cock the rest of the way in one final
plunge. The final three inches entered his tunnel and I could feel the
tight little ring around my cock stretch as his sphincter
surrendered. Mikey closed his eyes and whispered, "Now, hold still for just
a minute. Let me get used to it."

I was filled with a vast feeling of tenderness for Mikey. My sweet little
man, and now here he was under me, my cock buried in his just-plundered
sphincter. I lowered my face to his and kissed him softly and tenderly.

"Mikey, you are the most beautiful, sexiest boy in the world. You are
simply the greatest, the best."

I waited a full ten minutes, letting the muscles around my cock relax,
whispering sweet nuthins' to the gorgeous boy beneath me. Then Mikey
constricted his anal ring and rectal walls four or five times as a signal
he was ready - ready to be fucked.

I grabbed his ass, drew his hips up to meet mine and thrust my stabbing
cock into his hot slick hole. He shook his hips and shimmied them in little
vibratory movements. I drew my cock all the way out and stabbed into him
again, plunging full length into his tight-fitting hole of delight. The
tempo of our fuck increased, its rhythm speeding up to match its pace.

I was now entering him swiftly and easily, without any resistance, his hole
well lubricated with our flowing juices. His tunnel was like a silken
glove, smooth, slippery, pliant. Mikey opened his eyes briefly, looking up
at me and said, "Yeah, Mikey, that's the way. Oh, God, that's the way I
like it." The smells of sex smothered us: sweat and semen, and the muskier
aromas from the boy's bottom.

Mikey lifted his legs and wrapped them around my waist. He was getting
rapturously involved in the fuck, enjoying every movement, every stroke,
every bit of moisture flowing from the centre of our very sexes. The sheer
voluptuousness of Mikey's smooth inner-thigh leg skin against the bare skin
of my waist drove me to an even higher response of passion. His feet were
locked around my lower back. Every now and then one of them would slip and
brush lightly across my balls or asshole sending ever greater waves of
pleasure through me.

Every time my cock plunged into the depths of Mikey's love chute, the
friction set off sparks of pleasure. The more and harder we thrust our
organs against the other's, the more the little sparks grew to become a
thunderbolt, a dynamite blast, of pleasure. Mikey groaned, and whispered,
"Yeh, do it hard. It doesn't hurt any more," he grunted. "It feels best to
do it hard. Ram your cock all the way in. Fuck my ass off, Jason."

I'd never heard Mikey talk like that before. Pure passion, I thought, the
joy of fucking is loosening up his tongue. He started clutching at me,
wrapping his arms around my neck, and then his body itself was pleading to
be fucked harder and faster. We were practically throwing our pelvises at
each other, grinding and thrusting, my cock moving all the way in and then
all the way out. The friction of it was beyond belief. I'd never had such a
fuck in my life. God, I thought, what a boy! My little man, what a fuck!

Our orgasms were coming on fast, hard and simultaneously. Mikey pulled my
mouth down to his and kissed me. Yes, I remembered, he did like to be
kissed when he came. I thrust my tongue in his mouth, increasing our
rapture. Mikey's legs gripped my waist hard, tightening down as hard as he
could go. His hips were almost a blur, he was jerking them against me so
hard and fast. He shuddered and gasped, and then held himself against me
hard, not moving. The muscles in his rectal wall squeezed down hard on my
cock, I could feel every spasm he experienced. I pulled out and pushed in
one more time, slowly.

Just as I reached bottom, the explosion came. Sperm shot out my cock, jet
after jet, shot after shot. Mikey bucked and bounced as he felt my orgasm
and his own course through his body; his cock erupted between us,
splattering us both with its sweet-smelling stickiness, just as my cum
splattered the walls of his rectum, his bowls, his gut.
 
Gradually, he relaxed his hold on me, unwrapping his arms from my neck and
letting his legs loosen up around my waist. He broke the kiss and
whispered, "God, Mikey, I was just barely able to hold in a scream. That
was beautiful. That was sooo goooood. Can we do it again? Right now?"

Ten minutes later I gave in to Mikey's pleading and butt-fucked him again,
this time on the carpet, with the boy on all fours, me kneeling behind him,
one hand below him jerking his hard cock, as I drove myself in and out of
his round, smooth, soft, hard, well-muscled bottom.

Bliss, sheer bliss!

But in the next few days, the bliss melted away, and what I'd done struck
me in the cold light of day.

I didn't want to be a chaser of little boys, and if I was gay, I wanted to
be legitimately gay: I wanted to grow up into a loving gay man who loved
other loving gay men.

Give me credit, I never touched little Mikey again; it was too much like
seducing my innocent self, and that I knew was wrong.