Date: Tue, 26 Jul 2005 08:54:55 -0400 From: joseph green Subject: Royaled Off This is a sex story. No romance or character development, just hot wads of white sperm. As for a disclaimer: all parts are played by actors over 18. If you are against this sort of story don't read it; it will only make you hard. So unzip and enjoy. Chapter one - Terminal Lust It's supposed to be illegal for scouts to court athletes before the age of 18 but you would be surprised at the level of bribery that goes on at younger levels when you're really good. The sky's the limit. At the age of 14 I had hit 6 foot 3 inches and was playing on the varsity teem. By the ninth grade I achieved state recognition for most valuable player for the combined Pennsylvania teem. That spring after the recruiters had worked over the older sports figures I got a visit from Frank. He represented a southern college that needed a winning year desperately. I had just turned 15 and he was talking about cars, close and vacations with my parents. Once my parents were out of the room he handed me a full pound of cleaned and blocked marijuana and told me to be on the corner of Leland and 52nd after school that Friday. I hid the pot and shared it with my best friend and sex partner, Scott. That Friday I showed up to find that it was a sex party held in my honor. By now I was 6'7'' and still a virgin in the girl department. I was offered five women from the same school I was being recruited for. One was Ann. She has a small built with tight abs and firm legs. Her tits were small and as she disrobed I found her nipples the same small tight light brown as Scott's. I was so much wanting to make a good impression on her and wanted to do everything right that I worked too hard and came way early. She was kind and giving and we did it another three times before I passed out from the vodka stinger and multiple orgasms. I'm not sure she ever came. I told Scott all about it and we reenacted every move made from the party. I love being naked with Scott. He is lean and kinky. We have been messing around since the seventh grade when I got my penis caught in my zipper and he was the only us at the pool willing to help me out. After handling my dick in front of all those guys in the pool house he figured he had lost his reputation and might as well enjoy guys. Everything I know about sex I learned from him and the internet. Once Frank came back to get me to sign my father said that their school would be the first to get a crack at me but I would not be signing until I was 18. Once my parents left the room Frank laid out a round trip ticket to a small Caribbean island for me and explained that he could arrange it for the same girl with the small tits to spend the three weeks with me. This is when I had to tell him the truth. Frank...I don't really get off that well with girls. Do you have any players like that now? You know, That just spend their time with guys? Would that be a problem with anyone?" Frank scratched his balls and then twisted his mouth into an "S" shape. He leaned in and asked, "Are you saying you're queer?" I gave a sheepish grin, arched my eyebrows plaintively and nodded my head in the cutest way I could muster. He slouched back into the couch and mumbled, "Another one!" he rubbed his head and then scooted so close to me that our knees touched. Look boy, I got no problem with queers and all their faggoty ways but you need to keep this quiet until after you make pro." My mind leaped at the words, "make pro". I had missed everything else so he repeated it again. "You sissy boys are OK in my book but lets keep this on the TQ. Got it?" I nodded and he went on. "We just had this situation last year. Let me take these tickets and change them out for a different island where your kind are more accepted." By June I was sitting in the smallest airport terminal I had ever seen. It consisted of four ticket turnstiles, four groups of about fifty chairs each and three bars that were the same size as the rest of the terminal. I had a three hour layover so I plugged in my I pod and made a temporary home in a lone chair near the corner window . That was when I noticed the boy. When I arrived the place was jammed packed. They had about 1000 people in a place made for 200. But one boy of about ten years old made his way from one window to the next. At one point he asked for and got a blueberry dackery. I was amazed at the ease at which laws were ignored in the terminal so I made my way to the bar and asked for and got a glass of white wine, which cost me seven dollars. I reclaimed my corner and the place began to clear out one plane load after another. The same boy never left the terminal. I watched as he left the restroom near me and walked to the bar again. His ginger colored legs seemed to bounce as he slapped his leather flip-flops across the blue carpet. His bold plaid shorts were a bit too long for my taste but he wore them well. His ample round butt rolled like puppies playing under a blanket. His Spiderman backpack hung limp against his white shirt. His light brown hair was longer than one might expect on such a well groomed lad. It nearly obscured his chestnut brown eyes. He had more jewelry than any other boy his age and it was accented by a bright orange plastic wrist band that resembled a hospital band. He turned quickly and caught me watching him. Instead of being embarrassed or avoiding me he came right up to me and asked if I was flying alone also. I told him I was and I was waiting for a flight later. After just a bit of information we found we would be only a few miles from each other on the beach. Then he asked me something you just don't expect from a ten year old. "That part of the island...That's for queers isn't it?" I had no idea but figured he was right and said so. Before I could finish the sentence his eyes went right to my crotch. He stepped to my crossed legs and leaned on my knees. He then asked, "do tall guys really have big cocks?" As he asked he began patting my inside leg from the knee up. I tried to respond but was just so taken off guard by how brash this boy was. Then he made contact. He had patted the head of my dick through my kaki shorts. I immediately started getting hard. Now, a lot of guys get longer and thicker when they get hard. I don't get that much longer. I normally hang about eight inches with a girth of about 4 inches. Once hard I am nine inches, my foreskin has retracted half way off my strawberry shaped head and I have added an extra half inch to the thickness. He giggled with delight and pulled out a ten dolor bill and asked," If I give this to you will you go with me to the bathroom and let me touch it" I scanned the terminal to see if we were being watched. To my surprise we were almost alone except for the employees and one man in the opposite corner in a black suit and sunglasses pretending to read a newspaper. We might have gotten away with pulling it out right their but I considered different options and just stood and went to the rest room. I figured he would wait a little to avoid suspicion, but in seconds he came in. I was at the urinal unsnapping my shorts when he tugged me by the back of my shorts into the handicap stall. He was quick and gentle at the same time. My shorts fell to the floor around my shoes and he rubbed my tool through my under-armor shorts. He then runs his hands up under my shirt and makes contact with my warm belly. He lifts the shirt up and motions me to tuck the tail of the shirt behind my neck. When I did he stood on his tip toes and sucked one nipple like a kitten nursing. This was so good. I began to lower my under shorts but he moved my hands away and he pulled them to the floor. He tapped one calf and then the next to get me to lift my foot off the ground so he could strip me. I stood naked in front of this ten year old boy and he was rapeing me with his eyes. Then he took my dick in his hands and slowly stroked my now ragging hard on. He kissed the head and ran the tip of his tongue under my foreskin. He held my cock straight up with one hand and traced my veins with the other. He total exposed my strawberry and rested it in his mouth. His lips and tongue rolled my flesh in erotic rhythms and his hands went to my balls. My shirt was getting wrinkled in this back-of-the-neck manor so I took it off to and stood their in only my shoes. He moved to my side and sporadically changed his attack on my rod. He slobbered along my length of the left side and fingered the head and the shaft with one hand as he used the other hand to explore my butt. He traced the crescents of my cheeks and went spelunking into my crack. I was beginning to moan and was finding it hard to stand still. I had heard of people that tried to get the pleasure to last longer by distracting their selves with thoughts of anger or depression but I had never tried to do this. But it was obvious that the boy was trying to get me to last longer when he began asking me questions through his juicy lips. "How old are you?" "I'mm uuunh a a I'mmm 15 I mean 16. I'll be OOOOhUHHHH 16 next month." "I figured you were a lot older, but you hardly have any hair except your dick. I'm 11." I replied, "I figured you were younger. 11's good. Can you cum?" "I cum clear. You?" "White,,,a,,,guhhh white and thick and often." His tongue went to my balls and he slurped each one individually as he found the V of my gland with his thumb. His other hand had started tugging on my nipples as I realized I was in the hands of a pro. I was so close to the edge that I could taste the flavor of my own cum building up in my thought. I grabbed the stall walls and shook them as I let out a muffled scream. Suddenly he stopped. "I want to kiss. Would you kiss me if it meant tasting your own sperm?" "Yes, Yes, Fuck yes just finish me off." He clamped his mouth around my head and worked his way down my shaft a half inch at a time. He was to his own uvula when I unloaded. It was the first sperm spill I had had in almost 24 hours so it was hot and heavy. Sperm was leaking out of his mouth and he was unbuttoning his shirt as quickly as possible. He bent forward in an unnatural position. He was obviously worried about getting his white shirt stained with me. I assisted him with hanging his shirt on the back of the door while he still had my load and my dick head in his mouth. He hooked his right hand around the back of my neck like an orangutan pulling down a tree and frenched me while spitting my own cum into my mouth. We swished around the sperm. I had never tasted anyone's sperm but Scott's in my life. Not even my own. This ten, I mean 11, year old was taking me to school and I was loving it.