Date: Sun, 28 Nov 2010 12:19:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Ronald Frobnitz <moose91762@yahoo.com>
Subject: Little Perverts Club Part 3

Thorne

Another tale from the files of The Little Perverts Club

by Dick Zucher

This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any persons, living or dead
is purely coincidental.  This story depicts sexual acts between two boys
under the age of 14.  If reading such material offends you, or is illegal
where you are, please stop now, and go read something else.

Copyright 2010 by Dick Zucher.  No portion of this story may be posted or
marketed elswhere without express written permission from the author or his
agents.


	The times they are a-changin', as Bob Dylan said.  That wonderful
summer of sex had come to an end, and I started seventh grade.

	 I learned early that PE was not the time for sex, although it was
a good time to do a little cock watching in the boys' locker room.  Proper
etiquette (a vocabulary word in English class last week) said that when one
of the boys gets a boner in the shower, we all pretend that we don't
notice.  And I also learned that whoever said that all men are created
equal didn't know what he was talking about.  The dicks on the boys in my
PE class range from cute and hairless, like my new friend, Jimmy Stevens,
to long and hairy, like Roger Harrison.  Roger popped a boner yesterday,
and I swear it was bigger than my brother, Ron's, and he just turned 16!
My old friend Bruce and I have both sprouted hair, ourselves, and I think,
mind you, I just think, that my dick has grown just a little this past
month.  My guess is that it's about four and a half inches now, but it's
still kinda skinny.

	Back home, at Country Village Apartments, they bulldozed that old
barn my friends and I were using for a clubhouse, and now they're building
new apartments on the lot.  Like I said, the times they are a-changin'.
We're not supposed to go into that construction site, but since when did
"not supposed to" ever stop us?  After all, we're all 11 and 12 years old,
and we're not supposed to be having sex, but we do.  My buddies and I are
probably the biggest cock suckers in town.  We like to get together most
afternoons after school, and the four of us lie on the floor in a circle
and suck each other off, or sometimes we pair off and fuck.

	Most of the time I'm fucking David.  He's becoming real special to
me.  Could it be I'm falling in love with him?  Nobody kisses like David,
not even Ron, and believe me, he's a good kisser.  David loves to get
fucked, but he doesn't want to fuck anybody, so for that I have my other
friends Grant and Bruce, or if I'm looking for a really good time, there's
Grant's older brother, Gary, who's 17.  That monster cock of his can keep
me satisfied for a week.  Or if he isn't around, I can usually talk Ron
into it.  That is, if they're not together, 'cause Ron and Gary are
boyfriends, just like David and I might be.

	Well, one Saturday afternoon in late October, I found myself at
home alone.  There was nothing on T V I wanted to watch, and no friends to
play with, so I went for a walk.  It was still warm out, and soon I found
myself at the construction site.  Since it was Saturday, all the workers
had gone home early, and the place was deserted.  Or at least, that's what
I thought.

	I was about to go around the corner of this unfinished building,
when I heard voices.  It sounded like some older boys laughing, and it
wasn't a happy laugh, more like a mean laugh.  I stopped where I was and
peeked around the corner, just a little bit.  I saw Ricky, Don and Marty,
the three biggest pains in the ass that ever lived, walking away.  Marty
had what looked like a bundle of rags under his arm, and the three of them
were laughing and joking, saying things like, "That'll teach him," and "We
got that little homo good."

	I pulled my head back out of sight.  I knew that if they did
anything to me, Ron and Gary would take care of them, but why let it happen
in the first place?  I'm not stupid.

	Once their voices died away, I was aware of another sound.  The
sound of someone crying on the other side of the plywood wall.  Never one
to leave well enough alone, I went to investigate.  Slowly, I walked around
the side of the building, and in what would one day be the front door of
the unfinished apartment.

	In the far corner of the living room sat a boy, huddled down with
his legs drawn into his chest and his arms wrapped around his knees.  He
was crying softly, his blonde head bowed.  The boy looked small, about 10,
from what I could see, not skinny, not fat, and he was naked.

	If you know me at all, then you know that any naked boy is going to
get my full attention.  As I walked toward him he looked up with terror in
his eyes.

	The boy was absolutely beautiful!  He had big blue eyes, his blonde
hair was of medium length, and uncombed.  His chest was flat, his tits were
rosy pink, and about the size of dimes.  He had beautiful bare feet that
looked so soft I wanted to bury my face between his soles.

	"No!"  he cried.  "Can't you guys just leave me alone?"

	"I'm not going to hurt you," I said.  "I heard you crying and I
came to see if I could help.  What happened?"

	"Those big boys jumped on me and stole my clothes," he said between
sobs.  "They called me a homo, and said all homos should have to go naked."

	"Why did they call you that?" I asked.

	"They said only a homo would wear pink sandals."  Sure enough,
there was a pair of pink flip flops beside him on the floor.

	"Do you even know what a homo is?" I asked.  He shook his head.

	"It's a guy who likes other boys instead of girls," I answered.

	"Well, then, I guess they were right," he said.  "I must be a homo.
Don't hurt me."

	"I wouldn't hurt you," I said, putting my arm around his bare
shoulders.  "I am, too."

	He smiled through his tears.

	"Do you even know what homos do?" I asked.

	He shook his head.

	"This," I said, and pulled his knees apart, sticking my head
between his legs.

	I gave his little cock a lick.  It was cute and circumsized.  It
also sprang up immediately at my first touch.  I took the whole thing into
my mouth and sucked him to a full erection.  I wasn't doing too badly
myself in the boner department.

	"I think I'm going to like being a homo," he giggled.

	"We'd better do something about your clothes," I said.  "What's
your name, kid?"

	"Thorny . . . uh . . . Thorne," he answered.  "Call me Thorne."

	"That's a funny name," I said.

	"It's short for Thorndike," Thorne said with disgust.  "Those guys
said that was a homo name, too."

	"I'm Ted."

	I pulled my shirt off and handed it to Thorne.

	"Here," I said.  "This should be big enough on you that nobody can
see you.  We can go to my house and see if we can find you some clothes to
wear."

	"Thanks," he said.  "You're the first big kid ever to be nice to
me."

	I stuck my head out the door and made sure the coast was clear
before motioning to Thorne to follow me.  We ran across the street, Thorne
holding his shirt tails down as far as he could.  Once inside my apartment,
I led him upstairs to my bedroom, and started going through drawers,
looking for old clothes that I had outgrown.

	"These oughta work," I said handing him a pair of shorts and a T
shirt too small for me.  "I don't know what I can do about underwear,
though."

	"That's okay," he giggled.  "I wasn't wearing any."

	I just looked at him.  This kid had balls.  Cute ones, too.  I
would be scared to death to go out without underwear.  Running around in
the woods naked was one thing, but to be on the street without undies?
What if I got hit by a car, or something?

	"Uh, Ted?" he asked.

	"What?"

	"Uh, could you, like, uh, show me some more stuff?  I mean, like
what you did before?"

	I sat down next to him on the bed and reached under his shirt tails
and stroked his dick.

	"You mean like this?" I asked

	"Yeah.  That feels nice."

	"Let's get naked," I said.

	He peeled off his oversized shirt, mine actually, and I dropped my
shorts and kicked off my sneakers.  We stood facing each other, our boners
pointing at one another.

	"Wow," he said.  "You've got public hair!  Why do they call it
public, when you're supposed to keep it private?

	I couldn't help but laugh.

	"That's 'pubic,'" I explained.  "The area around your dick is
called the pubis.  They've been teaching us that in PE class."  See?  We
get vocabulary words in PE, too.

	"Can I touch it?" he asked.

	"Go ahead," I answered, and reached down to take his little shaft
in my hand.  It felt so smooth, so silky.  And the balls!  Oh, such a
lovely little purse to carry the family jewels in.

	I gently stroked his little dick, sometimes cupping his little
balls in the palm of my hand on the way down.

	Thorne was giving me similar treatment, seeming to enjoy the feel
of my cock in his hand.  I know I was enjoying it.

	"Lay down," I whispered.

	He lay on the bed, and I got between his legs and took his cock and
balls together into my mouth.

	"Mmmm," he purred.  "What's that taste like?"

	"You wanna try it?"

	"Yeah."

	I flipped around so he could reach my cock while I was sucking on
his.  He took my shaft in his hand and licked the head, tasting.

	"So far, so good," he observed, and took my dick into his mouth.

	I can't tell you how many times I've had my dick sucked since the
summer began; lots of times.  And this kid was a natural born cocksucker.
He covered his teeth with his lips and took my cock all the way into his
mouth, only gagging a little when he went too far.  I took his cock out of
my mouth long enough to ask,

	"How you doing so far?"

	"Mmm hmm," he hummed his approval at the new taste treat.

	I went back to what I was doing, determined to make his first blow
job a memorable one.  He gave as good as he got.  Instinctively, he swirled
his tongue around the tip of my cock, then plunged back down to the hilt,
and slid back up again.

	With such expert treatment, I wasn't going to be able to hold out
for long, and sure enough, I soon felt the tingles rising from my groin.

	He, too, tensed up, and his little weiner started spasming around
in my mouth, which triggered my orgasm before I could warn him to back
away.  Would you believe he went ahead and took it all?  Well, as much as
he could, anyway.  Thorne swallowed as fast as he could, then when the
throes of orgasm subsided from both of us, he looked at me and grinned,
jism dripping from the corners of his mouth.

	"Not bad," he said.  "How did I do?"

	"You were great," I answered, and flipped back around and took him
in my arms.

	He hugged me back, and we lay there cuddling for a while.

	"That was great," Thorne said at last.

	He looked up into my eyes, and I bent forward and kissed him gently
on the lips.

	"I didn't know two guys could kiss," he said.

	I answered him by kissing him again, this time probing my tongue
into his mouth.  He caught on quickly and we frenched deeply for a minute
or two.

	Thorne sighed and rested his cheek on my bare chest.  The softness
of his skin against mine was making me stiff again.

	"What else do they do?" he murmured.

	"Hmm?"

	"What else do guys do when they make love?"

	I got up onto all fours and knelt over his cute little body, taking
his legs in my hands and raising them up over his shoulders.  Those
beautiful feet were more than I could resist.  I rubbed my cheeks against
his soles, and kissed his toes.

	My grandmother believed that a barefoot boy was indecent.  What
would she think of me now, kissing this boy's feet, nibbling on his sweet
little toes?  I licked his soft soles from heel to toe while Thorne cooed
happily.

	I backed up and laid flat on my stomach, my face between Thorne's
legs.  Gently, I licked at his balls and worked my way down.  Pushing his
legs back a little farther, I came to his pink, hairless hole.

	My tongue flicked at his opening, tasting the sweet, saltiness of
his sweat, and a little undertaste of soap.  Thorne sighed, and I licked a
little harder, making my tongue stiff so I could penetrate just a little.

	Thorne squirmed with delight.

	"Oohh!  That feels so good," he said.

	I licked my finger real good and rubbed against his virgin hole,
going around and around, gently probing, poking.

	Thorne's little cock was stiff again, pointing at the ceiling.  I
took my free hand and gently massaged his dick and balls while I worked his
pucker with the other.

	I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the tube of hand cream
I kept there for just such purposes.  Hand cream, hand job cream, cock
cream.  Is there no end to the uses for this stuff?  I squeezed some out
onto my fingers and smeared up Thorne's little butt good.

	"Ooh!"  Thorne cried as I stuck in my finger.  "What's that?"

	"You like it?"  I asked.

	"Yeah.  Feels good."

	I worked my finger around inside his rectum, gently stretching his
pucker, until he was ready for two fingers.

	"Uhh!"  he grunted.

	"You okay?"  I asked.  The last thing in the world I wanted to do
was to hurt this little beauty.

	"Yeah," he said.  "It's better now.  Keep going."

	I worked my fingers around and around, each time he relaxed a
little more, and his hole stretched.

	"Now I'm gonna put my dick in," I said softly.  "You okay with
that?"

	Thorne's eyes were half-closed, and he had a little smile on his
sweet face.

	"Mmm-hmm," he murmured.

	I positioned my dickhead against his virgin hole and pushed, just a
little.

	"Oooohhhh."  It was a sigh, more than anything.

	"How you doing, baby?" I asked.

	"Ahhh," he answered.

	I pushed a little farther, and felt the ring of muscles around his
anus clamp around my cock.  A little more, then a little more, and what
little hair I had down there was tickling Thorne's cute little buns.

	"Ohhhhh," we both moaned at the same time.

	Man, this kid was tight!  I looked down into his angelic face, and
I knew he was in heaven.  Heck, I was in heaven, too.  I started fucking in
and out of his tight little asshole, slowly at first, then picking up the
pace as he got used to it.  In and out, in and out, gently riding that
sweet little boy's ass.  I took his cute little dick between my thumb and
forefinger, and pumped it up and down, until, eventually, I felt him tense
up, and his cock began spasming like mad.  His asshole tightened around my
cock, and that signalled the end of the ride.  I blew my load up his rectum
and collapsed on top of him, exhausted.

	"So was that what they call fucking?" Thorne asked.

	"Yeah, that was fucking," I answsered.  "Sounds like you have a lot
to learn.  I can't wait to introduce you to the rest of the club."

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