Date: Tue, 20 Jun 2017 01:01:32 +0000 From: Scott Subject: Pickin Cherries If you enjoy this fiction-for-the-friction, please consider donating what you can to Nifty at the link below. Thank you! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html .............................................................................. Greg Lamm. Deep butternut tan and sinewy build at twelve and a half. A boy's boy into sports, especially baseball. A small tight bubble butt. A flat dimpled tummy. Mahogany brown hair and hazel-green eyes. Only about five feet tall. That deep tan offset by a pair of bone white briefs. Hairless from the neck down. Laying on Denny's bed. Greg's denim cut-offs and white t-shirt laying on the floor, next to the bed. Oh yeah, 14-year-old Denny loves taking those 12-year-old cherries. Greg about to become his latest conquest. Boned up in a pair of Towncrafts. Arching his little butt up from the bed to pull those JCPenney briefs down around his thighs. Showing Denny his stiff slender dick, only about three inches long. A swollen tip bulging at the top of his circumcised dick. The length of it pulsing with the boy's excitement. Denny knows that boys Greg's age all love a little sex play. Man, they give it up so easy. Greg being no different. Ya, he'll give it up alright. He'll give it up with a surprised yelp or maybe a confused and anxious "gonna pee!" There's nothing like taking a boy's first. And, if it's a dry boy, which most are at 12, their second, and the really horny ones, their third. Without a hair in sight and with a sac just a little larger than a ping pong ball, Greg is sure to end up being a dry twitcher. Oh, he'll be a little shy at first. Might resist a little. Maybe tell Denny to stop in between giggles. But those gigglish protests will be replaced with whimpers of pleasure when Denny covers Greg's boy cherry with his lips and tongues it with swirls and twirls. A really butch, athletic kid like Greg is Denny's favorite. It's such a turn-on seeing those new muscles in their toned tummies and thighs tensing up. And they really struggle with that first release. So concerned at allowing themselves to be vulnerable in the presence of another boy. But so incapable of halting that powerful surge of tension seeking its inevitable conclusion through their spasming dick and balls. Greg's erection is the type that has a really horny coat hook curve to the way it springs up from his balls and presses back towards his groin. The kind of boy bone which has that springy tension you can feel as your fingers pull it up to a verticle position in order to suck it. Greg pleads, "Please don't tell anybody," as he lays back propped up on his elbows, his eyes shiny with sexual excitement. He knows boys aren't supposed to let other boys suck them. Maybe not, but Denny knows they do. Denny replies, "I won't and you better not tell either," all the while knowing Greg won't. Boys never tell. At least, not until they get to be Denny's age and want to take a younger boy's cherry like Denny is about to do with Greg. The older boy telling the younger, inexperienced boy about how another boy once did this to him and how good it felt. Yeah, only once. Right. Denny's eyes focus on Greg's tight-skinned boy dick as he bends his upper body down from where he's kneeling on his haunches beside Greg's right hip, bringing his mouth to hover just above Greg's bullet-shaped glans. The surface of that area of Greg's dick looks glass smooth. He breaths in and smells the sexy aroma of 12-year-old boy -- a combination of sweat, pee, and dawning pubescence. Pursing his lips, Denny blows on Greg's tip; his encircling finger and thumb at the root of Greg's boner sensing a slight twitching swell from the shaft. Denny loves this moment in time, knowing the boy he's about to suck has no idea how mind-blowingly good the feeling he's about to experience will be. Knowing how Greg is probably looking down at him with expectation in his eyes as Denny gets ready to take that young virgin dick into his mouth. Denny blows another warm stream of air on Greg's sensitive tip and watches as the bulbous surface expands momentarily like a tiny balloon receiving an added burst of inflation. "Please. Suck it," Greg implores in a tight whisper of horniness. Denny extends his tongue from between his parted lips and gives Greg's pink knob a lapping swirl, tasting a mild hint of saltiness from the warm dick. An excited giggle sounds from Greg. The 14-year-old licks the younger boy's helmet with repeated twirls, illiciting twitching flexes from Greg's rigid kid cock. "Tickles," the boy says in a gaspish voice. It's gonna "tickle" a heck of a lot more before I'm done, Denny thinks to himself, suppressing an urge to chuckle. He withdraws his tongue and forms his lips into a pucker and engulfs Greg's spongey firm cap. The hoped for whimper he's been waiting to hear from the 12-year-old cum-virgin sounds from above his head as Denny starts to massage that pink gum drop with squeezing bobs of his mouth, letting that sensitive bubble of flesh pop in and out of his lips. Greg's knees spread slightly, stretching his lowered briefs into an accordion gather against his thighs. Denny knows better than to focus exclusively on the boy's tip or it will all be over before the kid's first blow job has barely begun. He starts to glide his lips lower, taking Greg fully into his mouth until his lips are touching the pillowy mound of the 6th grader's baby smooth pubis. Employing his tongue, he laps at Greg's boy tube, sensing its rubbery firmness below the warm, silky smooth skin. No more whimpers now. Oh, sure, Greg may moan a bit, but his sense of boyish masculinity is forcing him to suppress any more whimpers. Instead, Denny now hears shivering breaths. Denny places his left palm flat against Greg's soft skinned pelvis and slowly moves it back and forth. "Feels so good, Denny" Greg manages to say in a husky rasp between ragged breaths. Seeing the postage stamp sized, satin label sewn onto the inside of the waistband of Greg's lowered underpants indicating a size 10 on the tag is a visual reminder to Denny of how young the boy is attached to the dick he's sucking. Man, he loves sucking young virgin dick. He loves making them helpless with pleasure. And loves how they're so ill equipped to ebb that increasing flow of pleasure as it builds for the first time in their innocent, horny bodies. The tip of Denny's nose presses into Greg's pubic bone, and with his mouth closed around the boy's dicklette, he takes in a deep breath of the scent radiating off of Greg's untanned hairless flesh. He smells the lingering aroma of Ivory soap from the kid's morning shower and a pungent smell of boyhood on the cusp of ripening. That competing scent isn't yet the more earthy musk of full puberty, but more like the citrusy smell of peaches. That whiff reinvigorates Denny's lust for the boy as he returns his mouth to grip the top of the kid's dick just below his hard flared rim, resuming the teasing of the kid's drum-tight cum button. It's time to hear some more whimpers. And, it's time to hear Greg struggling to try to stop those whimpers from happening. In the periphery of his vision, Denny can see Greg's hand clenching a fist full of the beige chenille bedspread covering the bed. As Denny pops Greg's dick head in and out of his mouth with fast and tight grips from his puckered lips he's rewarded with an anxious sounding, "Denny?!" The questioning lilt in Greg's voice letting the 14-year-old know that Greg is well beyond that initial tickling stage and is well on his way to that hot, itchy tingle, about to cum stage. "No, it feels funny!" Greg practically squeels. The boy's imploring tone ignored by Denny as his mouth continues to make juicy wet sucking sounds on Greg's feverishly warm tip. Denny moves his softly stroking palm up from Greg's pelvis to his nearly flat sheath of abdominals and feels them tighten up with tension. An instinctual urge to thrust enters Greg's loins and suddenly the boy is rapidly stretching and withdrawing the base of his pelvis in fluttering pistons. Denny relaxes the pucker of his lips and ladles the surface of his tongue, allowing it to contour and wrap around the underside of Greg's thrusting, finger slender stiffy. Greg neither yelps, nor tells Denny he's about to pee, but instead makes an injured sounding grunt as the boy's fluttering groin jerks upward into a sustained stretch. Denny's tongue feels the 12-year-old's stiffy beginning to make flexing kicks as the boy's initial grunt is followed by two softer grunts and then a long drawn out quivering sigh. That sigh coming from the boy as Denny's palm feels the surface of Greg's tummy slowly releasing its washboard tension. Denny glides his lips up off of Greg's tumescence and looks down at its spit-glazed length. Now freed from being held up in a verticle position, Greg's boner makes stiff twitches of post-orgasmic tension close to the boy's hairless pubis. The urethral ridge visibly expanding in pulses as it does its best to pump out what the 12-year-old is still too physically immature to produce. He'll give Greg a breather first and then see if this little leaguer is up for a double-header. If he's like the other dry twitchers he's sucked, chances are he won't say no. Yeah, cum cherries. You gotta love 'em, Denny thinks.