Date: Mon, 02 Apr 2007 10:02:37 -0500 From: Charles Hughes Subject: Mike Gets a Job - Chapter 4 (t/b oral) This story is completely fictional. It is about the relationship of a young teen with younger boys, including their sexual activity. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal for you to read such material, you must leave. Copyright 2007 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. If you would like to copy the story, please, just ask. Reader response is important to me, and I'll try to answer all emails: the.empty.room@hotmail.com Mike Gets a Job - Chapter 4 (t/b oral) Mike was nervous when he went into work the next morning. He had ridden his bike home when Adele returned from work the night before, and she had been pleased that Robbie was asleep and all seemed to have gone well. But with the morning...well, she might have something to be very displeased about. He dodged Al, the burly manager with the bad breath and worse temper, and went to the Customer Relations desk out front when Adele arrived mid-morning. She greeted Mike with a huge smile and another "thank you" for a job well done. "All I heard at breakfast this morning was about 'my new babysitter!' Robbie has really taken a liking to you, Mike. Can you come over again, day after tomorrow? Mrs. Jenkins can't sit that night." Mike agreed. The mere thought of babysitting that beautiful boy and holding him on his lap gave Mike a boner, but he had to control it for the time being and work the sporting goods section. Dawson was out with the flu. Thank god he didn't have to stay behind the counter all the time, though. He took his lunch hour in his little room in the back. He dropped his pants and then, knowing the door was locked and the chance of anyone wanting in the abandoned room was nil, he took off his shirt. God, it was great being naked. His cock was hard before he'd gotten his pants off. He wondered if there was something wrong with him -- all he seemed to be able to think about was sex. He had an hour, and he wasn't going to rush to a cum. Even though he was only 15, he'd discovered what many teens don't discover until later years: the joy of edging. He liked to bring himself to the "brink," as he thought of it, then stop everything and start all over again. He planned to spend most of his hour doing just that. Of course, his mind was filled with memories of last night and the little six-year-old Robbie. He could almost smell the scent of the boy as he sat on Mike's lap. He suddenly thought of taking one of Robbie's little underpants home with him sometime -- a used one -- to take that scent with him. Just the thought of Robbie's tightie whities caused the sensation to run up from his cockhead to his groin and his balls to pull up. That was the warning sign. Stop. Take a deep breath. Don't touch a thing. Then start all over again. When it was close to the end of his lunch hour, Mike finally let himself enjoy the benefit of his edging. He felt his orgasm so deep inside that he couldn't contain his grunts of pleasure. He shot a rope of teen cum up to his shoulder, then a second, just as strong, landed on his cheek and chest. He shot a few more times and was finally limp with exhaustion. He had to take a few moments before he could eat his cum and get his clothes on. Mike was back and forth between sporting goods and a few other places for a while, and then, around the middle of the afternoon, he was approached by a nice-looking boy who appeared to be around 11 or 12. "I can't find what I need. Can you help me?" "Sure," Mike replied. "What are you looking for?" "I need a jock strap. For summer league baseball. Where are they?" Both Mike and his cock responded. His cock began to grow in his pants, and Mike tried to hold back a huge grin as he thought about what that jock strap would be holding. The boys sizes were back in a corner, and Mike took his customer there. "Um..." The boy was surprised at all the choices. "What size...I mean, I don't know the size...?" "What size is your waist?" Mike asked, and used the opportunity to examine the boy's waist, hips, and groin. "Um...don't know, really." Mike picked up a box marked "S." He handed it to the boy. "This should work." "How do I...I mean, do I try it on?" Well, no, Mike thought. Not a jock strap. "Well, yes," Mike said. "A jock's gotta fit just right, you know. You want to try it in one of the fitting rooms?" And he picked up a box marked "M," just in case. "Could you...where do I go? Could you...help me?" The boy was turning red, but his eyes were locked on Mike's, and Mike got the feeling that the question had been planned. "Sure," Mike said, with a nice smile. He led the boy back to the fitting rooms, and they both entered the corner room. The boy just stood there for a minute. Mike motioned for him to remove his pants and noticed that the boy's hands were shaking a bit as he did so. He also noticed, as the pants dropped, that the briefs inside were tented. "Um...I'm Kent's brother," the boy said. For a moment Mike was blank, then he smiled with the memory. Kent was the nine-year-old he had helped a couple of days ago. "Kent told me...he told me to see if...to ask...I mean...Oh my god, you're the right guy, aren't you?" His face was almost panic-stricken at the possibility that he had said too much to the wrong person. "I'm the right guy," Mike whispered. "And we need to be quiet in here." He reached for the tented briefs and fingered the boy's cockhead through the cotton. The boy sighed, and the tension in his shoulders disappeared. Mike helped him step out of his pants. Then he pulled the briefs down and let the hard dick pop out. Mike helped the boy step out of them, too. "How old are you?" Mike asked. "Twelve," the boy answered. "And I really do need a jock strap." "Good. You need the small size. And I think you need something else, too." Mike kneeled and took the dick in his hand. Three-and-a-half inches, he estimated. The heat of that dick was demanding some attention. But first Mike stroked the few light brown hairs that appeared on the boy's pubic mound. "Do you cum yet?" he asked. "Um...yeah." Now Mike had to make a decision, but he slipped the little dick into his mouth as he thought about it. The boy jerked, then relaxed, as Mike's tongue began a slow, careful washing of the hard dick. Mike had never tasted cum other than his own. He'd been doing that for some time. He had no idea what somebody else's cum might taste like, whether he would like it or not. There was only one way to find out. He sucked the boy and played with his balls at the same time. He felt so warm between his legs, under and behind his small sac. It didn't take long. He felt the boy tense. Without a sound, he shot his young boycum into Mike's mouth. It was only one little shot, then the oozing of more cum. But the boy sighed deeply as the pleasure of his first blow job filled his groin and beyond. Mike let the cock drop. The boy was still hard, and Mike would have liked to suck more, but that was not a good idea. He used his tongue to push the few drops of boycum around inside his mouth. He liked the taste. He liked even more knowing that what was in his mouth had been in the boy's balls just moments before. Mike waited for the boy to dress, and they both went back to the sporting goods counter. The boy paid for the smaller of the jock straps and left, all without saying a word. He gave Mike a huge grin, though. Mike stood there, savoring what was left of his first taste of cum other than his own. His cock was wet with precum, but he couldn't do anything about it at the moment. He tried to keep that taste in his mouth for the rest of the afternoon. In bed that night Mike ran his tongue around his mouth, but the taste had been gone for a long time. He stroked his dick, leisurely playing with his cockhead. The boy that afternoon was, obviously, just beginning puberty, and realizing that he had sucked a cum-producing cock made his own cum rise. He kept his hand on his dickhead as his cum shot out, catching it all, then smearing it back on his still-hard cock. He used his finger to scoop up a little of his cream, spread his legs wide, and slid his finger into his asshole. He started slowly stroking again. This time little Robbie was on his mind. Which of the two dicks had he liked the best? The larger one that shot for him, or the tiny one that had nothing to shoot? He wasn't sure. But he was sure on one thing. He desperately wanted to be with Robbie again. With that thought, he came again, almost as hard as the first time. Mike was beginning to love his cock. The following night he had his opportunity. Robbie's bath went as usual. Mike wanted to stay and watch his little admirer play in the tub, but he was afraid that his bulge would be too revealing. Again, Robbie ran, giggling and naked, into his bedroom. That must be part of the nightly ritual. He returned with a storybook and climbed on Mike's lap. Mike felt his chest swell with the pleasure of the touch and the scent of the child. He hugged Robbie to himself for a moment, and Robbie returned the hug. "Read this one, Mike." It was a tale with a number of characters, and Mike tried to change his voice for each one of them. One moment it was a deep voice for a dragon, and the next it was a high squeaky voice for a little elf. Robby giggled at each one, and as his giggles continued he burrowed a little further into Mike. His warm little butt wiggled over Mike's hard cock, but Robbie seemed not to notice. The giggles encouraged Mike to tickle the boy now and then while he was reading. Touching and playing with his skin at the base of his little belly, Mike felt Robbie pressing into him more and more. He was ticklish up on his bare chest, too, Mike was pleased to find, and once he got his fingers into the warm hollow of Robbie's underarm. They both rested a moment after the strenuous story. Then, "Read it again, please, Mike." Mike did. This time it was slower and without all the tickling. By mutual, unspoken consent, Robbie cuddled closer into the teen he admired so much, keeping one arm around Mike's chest and holding him tight. And Mike stroked the boy's shoulder and back. The soft, warm skin almost glowed in the light. And for one brief moment Mike allowed himself the pleasure of placing his lips in the soft hair on the top of Robbie's head. When it was bedtime, Robbie lay down a bit to the side, rather than in the middle. He looked up at Mike with his deep brown eyes. At six he would be unaware that his eyes could be both pleading and demanding at the same time. Mike wasn't really aware of anything except the eyes themselves. As he lay down next to the boy, he was rewarded with a huge smile. Robbie raised his head, and Mike placed his arm around the boy. Robbie was too young to know anything about sex, even that such a thing existed. He just knew he wanted to be close to his new friend again. They talked quietly about the story and other stories Robbie liked and wanted to hear. Mike moved to be more on his side, facing the child, and his hand lightly stroked Robbie's chest as they talked. Occasionally he would let two fingers trace the roundness of the boy's cheek. At a moment of silence, Mike kissed the center of Robbie's little chest and lay his head down on it. Robbie placed a hand on Mike's hair and stroked it. Mike's hand remained still on the boy's little tummy. In the light from the hallway, he could see a tiny tent in the light pajama bottoms. "Please," Robbie whispered. "Please, again?" Mike slid his hand down under the waistband, resting it a moment on the bare little pubic mound. Then he continued downward until he held Robbie's boyhood in his hand. He felt the boy's heartbeat through it, each time only a second after he heard it with his ear on the tiny chest. Robbie's chest swelled with his deep breath and lowered with his satisfied sigh. A six-year-old stiffie can be as demanding as one of any other age, and Mike found the throbbing cocklet pressing into his palm harder and harder. Robbie lifted his hips a bit and pushed into the hand that was pleasuring him. Mike shoved the loose pj bottoms away, and the tiny dick stood straight up, only inches from his face. It was barely an inch above the body below it, but it seemed to tower proudly. The young dick looked good enough to eat. Mike moved down and took Robbie's boyhood into his mouth. "Ooooooo!!!" Robbie was surprised at this new sensation; his dick was suddenly engulfed with a warmth he hadn't expected, and he raised his head to see what was happening. He saw Mike's lips pressed into his groin, his dick completely hidden inside the teen's mouth. He made a soft cooing sound as he dropped his head back onto his pillow. Mike didn't suck as much as he licked. There just wasn't that much to suck. His lips tightened a bit around the tiny shaft, and he pulled gently. But there was a treasure to be washed over and over by his eager tongue. He moved slowly, wanting Robbie to enjoy the feeling he was creating for him. By the sounds he heard and the pressure of the boy's groin against his lips, Robbie was. His tongue played with it, rolling it around, pointing it in one direction and then another, licking up and down, and testing the heat of the tiny dickhead. Mike moved one hand behind Robbie and held one soft globe of flesh in his palm, kneading it slowly. Robbie's sounds were high and soft, but so exciting and pleasant. Almost without warning, Robbie suddenly gasped loudly. His cocklet thrashed in Mike's mouth, raking across his tongue and teeth, as Robbie began his dry cum. Unconsciously, the boy shoved himself at Mike. "Ahhhh.....ahhhhhhhhh...oooooooooo..." Robbie's squeals ended with another, softer, gasp. Mike opened his mouth for the tender boysex to fall out. He lay up by Robbie and listened to the boy's breathing calm. He wondered if Robbie would fall asleep immediately, as he had before. Finally, Robbie spoke. "Mike...Mike, can I see yours? Please, Mike?"