Date: Wed, 25 Apr 2007 11:51:51 -0500 From: Charles Hughes Subject: Mike Gets a Job - Chapter 13 (t/b oral anal) This story is fiction, depicting the relationship of a teen and a minor, including their sexual relationship. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal for any reason for you to read such material, you are to leave now. Copyright 2007 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. If you would like to copy the story, please, just ask. This story will conclude with Chapter 15. I have another story posted at Nifty: "Tyler Becomes a Man" Adult/Youth Mar 23 2007 I will try to answer all emails. the.empty.room@hotmail.com Mike Gets a Job - Chapter 13 (t/b oral anal) They were eating desert at a special meal Adele had made for all of them to celebrate. She had been promoted to manager of the store. She had to explain to Robbie that meant she was in charge of the whole store all by herself, and he beamed and hugged her. "And Al just got the boot. And he was lucky at that," Adele said to Mike. "The regional inspectors showed up unannounced -- I think the head honchos had been unhappy with Al for a while already -- and they did not like what they found. Some unsafe conditions, some sloppy book-keeping -- I'd been telling Al for months about all that." "And when they got to his office," she paused and looked at Mike. "Well, when they saw his office, they were really pissed off." Mike froze for a moment, staring at his plate. "What...what do you mean?" "Well, never you mind," she said. "Let's just say old Al was lucky they transferred him out before it got found out or some complaints came in. They told him to take that job out west or no job at all." "So," she concluded, "I get that raise I've been wanting and then some! That means I can afford to pay you more, Mike -- more like what you're worth." "Oh, thanks, Adele. That's great, but..." "No, no buts. That's the way it's going to be. But there is one thing. I'm supposed to go to the national headquarters for a week of special training. Mike, could you possibly stay with Robbie while I'm gone? It would be day and night for eight days." So it was arranged. Mike would have done it for nothing at all. And little Robbie was ecstatic that his special friend would actually be living with him for a whole week. After his bath that first night, they two were sitting, naked, in the living room for Robbie's two bedtime stories. Robbie was stroking Mike's hard belly as he listened, and Mike interrupted the story now and then for some little kisses on Robbie's shoulders or the back of his neck. When the stories were ended, Robbie looked up at him. "You don't have to leave tonight, Mike." "No, honey, I don't," Mike said as he nuzzled Robbie's soft hair. Mike had been thinking of nothing else all day long. For the first time, he would be spending the entire night with his little boy. The realization warmed his heart again, and with wet eyes he hugged Robbie close. "Honey, I love you so much." When they arranged themselves in Robbie's bed, Robbie was lying on top of the teen, their faces next to each other. It was as though the two could not get close enough. Mike hugged him and felt Robbie wiggle against him. Robbie's hand wandered to Mike's nipple, and his mouth followed. He licked it and got the hard point to rise, then he sucked on it. Mike held his head and pressed himself into the boy. Mike's hard cock was lying against Robbie's little behind. The boy felt it throbbing, and Mike did, too. Robbie slid downward and stopped long enough to play his fingers through Mike's pubic hairs, then he slipped his hand up Mike's shaft from the base of his cock to its head. His thumb played in the precum collecting there. "Charlie's dick is bigger than mine," he remembered. "But when I get to be seven, mine will be bigger, too. Won't it, Mike?" "Yes, sweetheart. You'll have a beautiful seven-year-old dick, and it will keep getting bigger as you get older." "Will it be a big as this?" Robbie asked, kissing Mike's cock. "As big as Chuck's?" Robbie had been amazed at Chuck's seven inches. Until the other day when they played with Chuck and Charlie, the only other dick Robbie had seen was Mike's. Chuck's was noticeably larger. Mike remembered the hot heavy cock he'd played with when he and the man had been in bed. "I don't know, honey. "We'll just have to wait and see." Robbie sucked on Mike's cockhead, and Mike reached down for Robbie's little dick. One inch, he thought. And it's the most beautiful dick in the world. They played with each other as Mike's mind wandered a bit. He wanted this so much. Was it just for his own pleasure that he wanted it? He'd talked a long time with Chuck about it. He'd put it off, he told Chuck, because he couldn't stand the thought of hurting his sweet boy -- and he knew it would have to hurt. But Chuck had told him that was not necessarily the case. He said when he had fucked Charlie for the first time -- and Tyler, the boy's daddy had been there to do it, too -- there had been only a little discomfort for the boy and no pain at all. The difference, Chuck had said, was preparation. It wouldn't necessarily be the same kind of experience for every little boy, but, he said, pain was not always part of it. So, assuming that Mike had paid attention and remembered all that Chuck had told him, it might be done with no pain. So why was he still hesitating? He knew he would stop the instant there was any hurting at all for the boy. That was not the problem. Chuck had helped him identify the problem. There was an unanswered question, an issue Mike had not yet dealt with, Chuck said. Fucking was sometimes almost a casual thing between men, even between boys as they experimented with sex. But in this case, fucking had another meaning. If Mike felt that he was genuinely in love with Robbie, entering him in such an intimate way would be the ultimate pledge of commitment. No man should fuck a boy, Chuck believed, unless he was genuinely committed to that child, to his well-being, his future, his security, his happiness. And if a man, or in this case a young teen, genuinely loved a boy, that commitment is part of it. Perhaps, Chuck had said, Mike needed to consider that matter of such a commitment. It was an important consideration for a 15-year-old. And they had left it at that. And Mike had thought about it often. Is that why he had hesitated? Was he not ready to say to this little boy, I love you so much I will always care for you? He remembered that day at the zoo when Robbie has slipped his small hand into Mike's as they walked. That was the moment he had know with every bit of certainty that he loved Robbie more than he loved himself. Yes, he was commited to this boy, with all his heart. Tonight, Mike had decided, was the night he would say that. He would not say it in words; Robbie wouldn't fully understand it. He would say it in another way, a way in which Robbie might not fully understand, but a way that Robbie would know some very important pledge had been made. Tonight he would try to fuck Robbie. First, he loved his boy's little ass with his lips and tongue. Robbie sighed and moaned as Mike licked his rosebud. Robbie loved this kind of attention, and he spread his legs wider. And when Mike succeeded in pressing his tongue in just a bit, actually tasting and feeling the inside of his little lover's body, Robbie whimpered and shook in pleasure. Mike's tongue moved in little circles inside the boy, and, as always, he marveled at the silky-smoothness of him. The tightness of Robbie's ring against his tongue lessened ever so slightly as Mike worked his tongue in deep. Then he tried something Chuck had suggested. With his tongue still deep inside, Mike placed his lips tightly against the pucker surrounding his tongue. And he sucked. He sucked gently at first. His lips felt the wrinkles of that skin guarding Robbie's entrance, and as he sucked some of that boytissue responded. It relaxed as it was sucked past the soft wetness of Mike's lips. Robbie opened just a little more to him. As he had done before, Mike had his finger ready to slip in as his tongue slipped out. The boyhole was wet and relaxed enough that the diameter of Mike's finger was accepted. He worked his finger in slowly and, as before, the smooth wetness inside assisted in his effort to enter. "Honey, I'm going to put something on you, some lotion. It will make you smoother, and I'm going to try to put in another finger. Do you understand, sweetheart?" Robbie sighed a long "Yessssss." "If it starts to hurt, tell me. Tell me, and I'll stop. I promise. Do you understand?" "Yessssss. Pleassssse put it in..." Mike took the bottle of lubrication Chuck had given him. Chuck had said to put some on his fingers and rub them together first. It was a warming lube, and it wouldn't feel cold to Robbie; his ass wouldn't tighten automatically. Mike followed the instructions, and the lubed finger rubbed some of the warm smoothness around the outside of Robbie's hole. Robbie cooed at the new sensation, as the warmth spread around his little entrance. Mike pulled his finger out a bit and rubbed some of the warmed lube on it, then slid it back in. His second finger was pressing lightly at Robbie entrance against the finger already in. Mike pressed in, and Robbie's hole slowly stretched to accept the second finger. Robbie groaned, but Mike knew the sound -- there was no pain yet. The second ring was a little more difficult to open, but Mike continued slowly, patiently. He leaned in to kiss the smooth little ass accepting his fingers so well. "I love you, baby," he whispered. As his second finger moved further in, Robbie groaned, and this time Mike knew the boy was uncomfortable. He stopped his finger. "It's all right, Robbie. I'll just hold still and let you get used to it. If it starts to hurt, though, you tell me." Robbie nodded against the bed. Mike held his fingers still for what seemed like forever, but he knew to wait, to allow Robbie's asshole -- "pussy," Chuck had called it -- to adjust. Finally, he pressed inward again, and Robbie didn't sound an objection. When his second finger was in, he began to work his fingers in a slow circle, stretching the little hole around and around. He slowly moved a little deeper as he turned his fingers. He was not so intent on controlling his movements that he failed to feel the warmth and smoothness of the little tunnel he was penetrating. His cock was throbbing impatiently. The fingers turned, Robbie moaned in pleasure, and Mike watched with wonder as his lover's hole stretched for him. His fingers were slowly but surely disappearing inside the boy. It seemed to take hours, but finally both fingers were extended straight out and as deep as he could reach with them. Mike stared at the sight. Well past the second knuckle of his fuckfinger. Robbie winced just a bit, and Mike froze his movements again. "You're doing wonderful, honey," he said softly. "You feel so silky inside. I love being inside you. You're doing so well." He stroked Robbie's ass very lightly with the fingers of his other hand, and the boy breathed out deeply, then resumed his gently moans. Mike worked his fingers for a long time before trying the next step. He was afraid of this, he knew. This is what might hurt. His third finger should be used now, with two fingers lying next to each other, as Chuck had shown him, underneath his fuckfinger. The boyhole would have to open wide for this. And it did. Mike went so very slowly and carefully, but he was still amazed that Robbie's hole, tight around his fingers as he began, finally opened more fully. He whispered encouragements to Robbie, and Robbie nodded and sighed as he felt himself entered more deeply. His three fingers rotated, stretching the rings again as they moved. Was that tight little hole open enough now? Mike didn't think so. He decided to do something else Chuck had suggested. As he carefully slipped his three fingers out, he slid his thumb in. He kept the gentle pressure on the sides of Robbie's hole, and when his fingers had cleared, Mike began to move his thumb around the edges of the rings, rotating his wrist as he did it, his fingers brushing against the top of Robbie's asscheeks. He turned his thumb around the top of the rings slowly, then back again. Back and forth, and in and out. Robbie felt the new motion, especially the fucking movement of Mike's thumb. "Oh, Mike...I like it...so nice..." His little voice faded into a long sigh. Robbie's hole was remaining open a bit as Mike's thumb circled. He carefully withdrew it. He watched as Robbie's hole remained open about the diameter of his thumb. He could actually see inside the boy's ass! Then the little hole pulsed and slowly closed. Mike sucked in his breath. That was different. That had never happened before. Maybe it was working. Robbie muttered something. "What, honey?" "...good...but maybe a little sore..." Mike lay down on his stomach next to Robbie. "Then we'll wait a little bit, sweetheart. Then if you want, we can try it again." Robbie smiled and nodded. Mike brushed his lips across the boy's lips, and their mouths opened as their tongues moved together. Mike's hand was caressing Robbie's smooth ass as they held for a long kiss. As their mouths parted, Robbie said quietly, "I love you, Mike." Mike kissed the child's cheek, and they remained still for a little bit, the only movement the brushing of Mike's fingers over the smooth asscheeks beneath them. Then one of Mike's fingers slipped into Robbie's crack and found the hole. Mike slipped it in. There was no resistance. "Uhh...yes, Mike...do some more...please..." Mike raised up and returned to his position between the little legs, splayed as far apart as Robbie could manage. This time he used his thumb, and, putting a little more lube at the hole, his thumb entered and resumed it's circular caressing of Robbie's rings. Mike felt them, each of them, so close together on his thumb they could almost be one. They were moving, stretching, each time his thumb moved along the edge. As he pulled his thumb away, his three fingers returned to their lovemaking of the inside of the boy's ass. Circling, moving gently in and out, they caused Robbie to hum the sweet sound he made when he was being pleasured. It was time to try. Mike knew not to get Robbie up on his knees. Chuck had said that the asshole would be tighter that way, and at this point tight was not what he wanted. Mike put his legs on either side of the little boy's waist, and his wet cock -- wetter now with the lube on it -- lay at Robbie's crack. With one hand Mike opened the boyass a bit, and with the other he lay his cockhead at Robbie's entrance. He pressed gently. His cockhead was so sensitive he could feel the wrinkles of the little pucker. Then, as he pressed a little more, he felt those wrinkles give just a bit. Mike had to be careful not to lose his balance or press too hard, but he held his head down a little so he could see. Robbie's asscheeks were tight against the side of Mike's hard cockhead, and his little hole was completely hidden underneath it. Mike pressed again, slowly, gently. Robbie continued to hum. Now Mike was not certain if Robbie was opening any further or not. His cockhead slipped against the slickness, and he returned it to the right position. This time, instead of pressing with his hand on his shaft, he pushed with his hips. His cockhead was seated right at Robbie's hole, and Mike thought he felt it open a bit. He pushed again, carefully. He heard Robbie suck in his breath. He paused. He pushed again, and he was certain the hole was moving, opening against the wet smoothness of his cockhead. One more slight push... "Ooooo...Mike no oh..." It was obvious that Robbie felt the pain. Mike stopped. He lay down next to the boy again. "I'm sorry, honey. I'll always stop when you tell me. I'll never hurt you, honey, never." Robbie was silent a moment. "Mike, you were trying to put your dick in me, weren't you?" Mike had not explained what he was trying. He hadn't know what to say. He nodded. "Yes, sweetheart, I was trying to." "Fucking. Charlie told me. Chuck does it to him, in his pussy." Robbie was remembering a secret conversation he and his little friend had had. "Mike, I want it in me," Robbie said. "I want to feel it...I really want to, Mike. It wasn't a bad hurt..." "We'll try it again, hon. But I want you to promise to tell me if it hurts, you hear? Will you promise me?" "Okay, Mike. I promise." Robbie smiled. Mike returned to Robbie's ass. He wanted in so badly. But he would not do it now, he would not do it at all, if it hurt the boy he loved. He just would not. He started with his thumb again, and Robbie was familiar with that sensation. Then he opened Robbie's legs, straddled him, and lay his cockhead at the boy's hole. His cock was throbbing. He could even see his precum push some of the lube aside. He pressed in. The tiny hole disappeared under his cockhead, but he was certain he had felt movement. "It's good, Mike...do it..." Robbie was encouraging the teen at his ass. Mike pushed. Yes, he was certain. The slick hole opened a bit, and Mike could feel the tight ring gripping his cockhead just past his peehole. He pushed. Robbie grunted. "Don't stop...doesn't hurt..." Mike pushed. Robbie's hole opened a bit further. This time enough of his cockhead was holding Robbie's asscheeks apart that he could see. His heart jumped when he saw that half of his cockhead was inside! "Half, honey...half my cockhead is in...doing fine, sweetheart..." Mike pushed gently. His cockhead pulsed at the sensation of being gripped in such a way. Mike held his breath, afraid that even that little movement might cause him to lose what he'd gained. But it didn't. He pushed. Robbie's humming encouraged him. Was Robbie humming in pleasure or humming to help himself accept some pain or humming to tell Mike to go ahead...? Mike couldn't tell. He pushed again. It amazed him that the tiny hole was already so wide. The crown of his cock was just milimeters above the boy's stretched hole. He resisted the urge to thrust. Oh god, he wanted to thrust. He pushed gently. Robbie sucked in his breath loudly. "No hurt...no hurt...don't stop..." Mike was almost afraid now. He knew Robbie was hurting, but the boy wanted this fuck so much he was willing to hurt. But there was more stretching. The crown of his cockhead was the widest part... Mike pushed. There was a gentle, wet pop, and he felt his cockhead gripped tightly, fully within the six-year-old ass. At the same time, Robbie yelled. "AH!" "I've stopped, honey. I'm not moving. Relax, honey. It will stop hurting." Would it? That's what Chuck had said. But would it? Mike held his breath. He had felt Robbie's little body tense under him as the boy yelled. "Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I'm not moving. If I pull out now it will hurt. Let the hurt go away, Robbie. Oh, baby, I love you, I love you." Mike's voice was soothing for Robbie. Maybe it was soothing for Mike, too. In a moment, Robbie whispered, "It's okay now, Mike. Doesn't hurt now. Really." Mike took him at his word and pressed inward very slightly. Robbie didn't resist. He pushed enough that he could feel his cock slip in a bit more, and still Robbie didn't resist. Mike could hear the hissing of the boy's breath, and he knew Robbie's teeth were clenched. But he trusted Robbie to tell him if he needed to stop. He used his hips again to push further into the boy. He looked down at the impossible sight -- his cockhead was completely gone, swallowed by Robbie's ass. At least an inch of his cock shaft had followed it. He felt his cock pulse inside the boy, and he tried to relax his dick, but it now had a mind of its own. He pushed in. Robbie didn't object. When Mike pushed in again, he didn't stop after a second; he just kept pushing slowly. Then his dick stopped. There was no place further to go. He looked down, and it appeared that almost all of five inches were inside the boy; only a bit of his shaft remained outside. Mike drew in his breath and threw back his head. He reveled in the sensation of being deep inside, so very deep inside, so very very deep... Mike looked down at the little body under him. "Honey, how do you feel? It is okay?" "Oh, Mike...I feel like...so big in me, Mike...like I'm full..." Robbie moaned, and Mike knew that moan. Robbie was loving it. Mike pulled his cock up just a bit. He heard Robbie gasp. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I should have told you. I'm going to move in you. I'll stop if you tell me." "Don't stop...don't stop..." came the little voice. Mike pressed back in, then pulled up just a bit more. He tried to control it, but his whole body shook with the sensation of being held tightly by the slick, sliky wetness of Robbie's tunnel. His cock was held so tightly, Mike felt every movement of blood through its veins, every slight slip of the skin against the boy's insides. He continued his slow motion. He had pulled back amost two inches when he realized that, as he pushed in again, the sensation he felt was his little lover's tunnel closing behind his cockhead as it pulled up and opening again for it as it pressed down. Mike felt a little lightheaded when he realized. It was only a little movement so far. But he was fucking his boy. He was fucking Robbie. He was making love in the most intimate way boys can, fucking Robbie, fucking... Mike realized that the strokes of his cock had lengthened. "Robbie...?" he started to ask. "Don't stop...do it Mike do it so good Mike..." Robbie was whispering so quietly Mike could hardly hear him. His strokes lengthened. He raised his cock until only his cockhead remained inside Robbie, then he sank into him again. Robbie cooed. Oh, it was wonderful. Robbie loves it, Mike thought, as much as I do. With regular strokes, Mike fucked the boy. Mike breathing soon came to match the rhythm of his fucking, and he heard himself make little sounds of pleasure as his cock was accepted, again and again, by Robbie's lovehole. "Ooooo...oooooo..." With every downward stroke, Robbie was making a soft sound Mike had never heard before. There was sweat on Mike's forehead, but chills ran up and down his spine. Fucking...Fucking his boy...god he loved this beautiful boy his Robbie his lover...fucking...oh god yes...he loved...Robbie Robbie fucking fucking... And Robbie felt it. When Mike's cock passed over his tiny boy prostate, Robbie was shot through with something wonderful he'd never felt before, something very few little boys ever get to enjoy. A cock was fucking against one of the centers of his boysex, and it was so thrilling his sounds were songs songs pleasure wonderful songs boypleasure boysongs fucksongs... Everything attacked Mike senses. Every sound from Robbie or himself. The scent of sex rising in the heat above the little ass. The feel of his cock gliding in and out, fucking in and out, of this boypussy. The tightness gripping his cock. The wetness around the hole. The sensual writhing of the boy beneath him aching for more of his cock. Fucking fucking loving him... And at once all those senses overloaded. Mike's insides spasmed in near pain as the pleasure overcame him. He cried out as he felt his balls tighten, the hot cream rise and shoot through his cockshaft, his peehole open and pour out his love into the boy... "Ooooooooo fuuuuuck.....oooooooo..." Over and over his cock thrust out his love, three, four, five times. His seed, his own cream from deep inside himself never saw the light of day -- it shot from the heat of Mike's body into the heat of Robbie's. His cum was buried in the boy, filling his love tunnel until there was no more room for it. It ran from Robbie's entrance, oozing around Mike's cock. Mike fed him. And sweet Robbie took as much as he could and was filled. Through it all, Mike could hear the sweet little voice. "Yesssssssss...yesssss...yesssssss..." It took an eternity. And it was over all too soon. Mike carefully withdrew his cock, but Robbie winced as his cockhead popped out. Mike collapsed on the bed next to his boy. Neither could speak. Their breathing was the only sound. Mike's hand was on Robbie's smooth little back, and he could feel that little heart beating. They stared into each other's eyes. Finally, Robbie moved slightly to reach Mike's lips with his own. "Are you all right, honey?" Mike whispered. "No." Robbie said against Mike's lips. "Not all right. Better than that. Better than anything. Everything... I love you..." But the last word was muffled as the boy pushed his tongue into Mike's mouth. The kissed softly, deeply for a long moment. Then Mike pulled himself up and moved downward. He had wanted this, too. He gently spread the boy's legs again. Robbie's hole was still partly open, closing very slowly. Mike kissed one asscheek, then the other. He lowered his face to his lover's entrance, and he licked. He licked around the hole that had welcomed him, then into it. He licked in the cream he had fed Robbie, swallowed it. He tasted his own cum, seasoned with the boy's body. His tongue searched deeply for as much as he could find. He licked what had run down the smooth ass and onto the tiny little balls. When there was no more to find, he still licked. Finally, he lay back beside Robbie. The boy was smiling broadly. His eyes were heavy in sleep, though. He was the picture of the pleased, happy boy, the perfect image of boyhood filled with love. Mike loved him so much it was painful, loved him so much he was filled with it to overflowing. His own eyes slowly closed, and the two lovers slept deeply.