Date: Fri, 12 Jan 2018 18:19:16 -0500 From: Greengreenwriter Subject: The Boy has a Plan -- gay/young-friends Author's Note: The following is a completely fictional story based around no real people or events. It involves a sexual encounter between a 16 and a 13 year old boy. If this offends you, please don't read this work of fiction. I do not endorse behavior like this in real life -- some things are better left for the imagination. That being said, I hope you enjoy my imagination! Also, if you enjoy this tale, remember that it takes money to run a wonderful archive like Nifty. Help others continue to access Nifty by making a donation today. I know that all your fellow readers and writers will be grateful! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html --- I was coming down to the wire on meeting the dreaded community service requirement. I needed to complete 100 hours before I could graduate, and by the time my junior year had ended, I'd completed a big, fat ZERO. So when the summer rolled around, I was left scrambling for ways to fill my requirement. I stumbled across a young adult's program at a nearby nature conservancy, which educated kids about the importance of living in harmony with our environment. They accepted boys and girls from ages six to thirteen. Working with a bunch of six-year-olds sounded awful, but I figured thirteen year olds would be tolerable. After all, I was just thirteen three years ago myself. I applied for a volunteer assistant position, and I was accepted into the program. I met Carter the first hour I arrived on my first day, though I didn't think anything of the meeting at the time. When I joined my group, twelve kids between the ages of ten and thirteen, Carter immediately bounded over to me, offering his hand for a high-five. I noticed his blond hair, turned almost white in the summer sun, with smooth, tan skin and a button nose. He was skinny, the kind of kid who couldn't eat enough to keep up with his rapid growth brought on by puberty. As a result, his hands appeared a bit too large, and his arms were gangly. "Who are you?" he asked excitedly. "I'm Jake. Who're you?" "Carter! I didn't know there'd be any older kids with us." "I'm volunteering for the summer," I explained. "Great!" Carter was so full of energy and seemed overly excited to see me. Over the next couple days, Carter stuck to my side like glue. He would hang off my neck, leaning on me for support during hikes when we'd stop for lectures about the local flora and fauna. He told me about his family, his friends, and his hobbies. Most of all, he loved to draw, something he and I had in common. On the third day, we all rode in the back of a pickup truck to our destination. Thirteen kids in the bed of a pickup truck was a tight squeeze, and we all had to sit with our legs tucked up against our chests to fit. Carter sat down facing me, his legs against mine. When the truck moved, we all bounced around on the dirt road, and Carter bounced into me. His legs opened a bit so that his crotch was pressed directly into my shin. This must be a mistake, I thought. But Carter didn't try to move back to his previous position. Quite the opposite! He used the motion of the truck to begin to rub his crotch against my leg. Since he wore only a swimsuit, I could feel his penis become hard against my leg. I looked around in a panic, sure that everyone would see what Carter was up to. No one else paid us the slightest attention, though, as everyone was too busy. Carter really went at it, grinding his hips against me, masturbating himself against my leg. He looked me right in the eye as if to tell me he full well knew what he was doing. To my surprise, I popped a boner. Before I really had time to process all of this, the ride was over, and I was left awkwardly sitting in the truck for a minute, willing my boner to deflate before standing up. For the next couple of days, my mind raced with what Carter had done. Did I feel violated? Did I like it? Was it something I wanted to do again? You bet it was! Carter never spoke of the incident, though he still hung around me quite a lot. He even sat on my lap a couple of times, which of course immediately caused an erection I had to hide. One morning during my second week, a woman approached me as I arrived at the nature conservancy. She said, "Hey, are you Jake?" "Yes," I answered slowly. "I'm Carter's mother," she said, and my heart did a backflip. Did Carter her tell her something? I didn't even do anything, but how could I explain her son getting off on my leg? She continued, "I can't pick Carter up for a couple hours after the program is over today. He mentioned you could look after him?" "Oh, I, uh..." "I can pay you," she said quickly. "No, that's okay, no need to pay me. I'm supposed to be doing volunteer work for school anyway, so I don't think I'm supposed to get paid for it." I felt immediate relief, but then I thought: what was Carter up to? The day passed so slowly, with me watching Carter and wondering what was going on inside that cute little head of his, and him smirking at me every few minutes. Finally, when the day was over and the other kids had left, he came over and poked me in the ribs. "Hey," I protested. "What was that for?" "I got my mom to pick me up late today," he announced proudly, dancing around me. The boy sure didn't lack energy. "How's that?" "Well, my older brother owes me a favor, actually. So my mom is going to drop him off at his band practice before she comes to get me, and my dad is out of town." "Cool, cool. So, why'd you want to spend more time with me?" I asked nervously, my voice shaking. "Take a guess!" "I don't know..." "Really, you have to guess!" "Okay, well... there was that thing you did to my leg in the truck, so I thought maybe you wanted to do something like that again..." "Ew, what did I do to your leg?! You're such a pervert. What's wrong with you?" "Oh my God, Carter, I--" But Carter was on the ground in a fit of giggles. "You're so easy to tease," he declared. "I really got you that time, you were like, `oh MY God!'" Carter put his hands to his face in mock surprise, then continued to laugh hysterically. "That's not very nice," I said, too nervous to speak. "Lighten up. Come on, we're gonna have a ton of fun! Follow me." Carter led me to a large shed, where the conservancy kept their tractor. I followed, still too shocked to protest. At this hour, there was still plenty of light to see, but all the groundskeepers had left for the day, leaving the shed abandoned. "You're the hottest guy, Jake, do you know that? You're so muscular, like a swimmer, and I've seen how big you can get, you know, down there." Carter pointed at my shorts, and my penis began to swell at the attention. "I wanna do something sexy with you." "What do you mean?" "You know, I wanna suck your cock and stuff," Carter said, the word "cock" sounding even dirtier on the kid's lips. "How do you know about that stuff?" "C'mon Jake. I have a computer, a phone, and lots of friends. Plus, we had sex ed starting in, like, fourth grade. I know ALL about this stuff." "You're not supposed to actually do any of this until you're older, when you can make proper decisions about sex." "Oh yeah, okay, Jake. You know what? You're right. You can leave." Carter pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it on the seat of the tractor. His chest and armpits were absolutely hairless and much paler than his arms or face, giving him a funny-looking farmer's tan. He was thin enough that you could see the outlines of his ribs but not so thin that he looked starving or anything. "What're you doing, Carter?" I asked. "Nothing, Jake, nothing at all. I thought you were going to leave." I knew I should leave, but as soon as Carter turned around and pulled down his shorts, I knew I wouldn't. He kicked the shorts onto the tractor, along with his flip-flops. Then he peeled his underwear down, shimmying them off until they hung around his ankles. I had to admit that for such a skinny kid, Carter had a nice, round bum. "You're naked," I stated, dumbfounded. "As the day I was born," he agreed. "Do you want me to turn around?" "Yes," I said, unable to stop myself. Carter turned around, and what an amazing sight he was! His penis was as hard as it could get, about four inches long and throbbing towards the ceiling. A smattering of dark blond pubic hairs clung to the base of his pale groin, the only hairs I could see on his entire body -- aside from his head, of course. His balls hung nicely between pale thighs, their smooth sack so soft and inviting. Carter walked towards me, stopping inches from my face. I could feel the heat radiating off of his literally hot body, and I could smell something inexplicably intoxicating wafting up from his groin. He took my hand and placed it against his chest, where I could feel the quick beats from his racing heart. "You wanna get naked, too?" Carter asked, waggling his penis back and forth. I hesitated for only a second before ripping off my clothing until I, too, stood naked in the shed. My penis was much larger than his, around seven inches long, and standing proudly in front. I was nearly a foot taller than Carter, so the tip of my penis hovered in the air barely an inch from his tight abdomen. Carter stepped forwards, and my penis pressed against him, while his nestled between my legs, below my balls. He looked up, opening his mouth slightly in an invitation that I accepted. Neither of us had much experience kissing, so we only did it for a few seconds, but in that time, both of our hands naturally found one another's butts, squeezing and pulling at one another's fleshy orbs. "God, you're hot," Carter murmured, sinking to his knees and letting my balls rest on his nose. He took in a deep breath, inhaling my scent before opening his mouth the gently lick my scrotum. I moaned, and he took that as a sign to move up, licking up the shaft of my penis. "I've been practicing on bananas," he said, winking at me before swallowing the first three inches of my penis. "Jesus," I whispered at the sensation. A girl had sucked on my penis a bit in sixth grade, but that was about all the oral experience I'd had. This felt amazing! Carter began to bob up and down the length of my shaft, using his other hand to fondle my balls. I groaned, feeling the sperm begin to rise in my balls. "I'm going to cum soon," I gasped. "Mhm," Carter moaned around my shaft, speeding up his pace. When my orgasm began, I actually saw stars, and my knees threatened to give out beneath me. I shot into Carter's hot mouth, and me moaned again, swallowing every pulse of my teenage cum. He continued to suck until I couldn't take it anymore and only reluctantly let my wilting penis slip from his mouth. My orgasm didn't reduce my sexual hunger. If anything, Carter's blowjob made me want him even more, to show him the same pleasure he'd shown me. I grabbed him under his arms and sat him on the hood of the tractor. Carter let out a squeal, pleased by my animalistic initiative. I ran my hand down the insides of his thighs, cupping his balls and shaft and pointing it up towards my hungry mouth. First, I brought my nose to his sparse pubes, smelling the scents that had collected there throughout the day. Kind of sweet and salty, smelling like sweat but also something harder to pin down, something that awoke a fire inside me. I smelled his balls, then tentatively licked one. Carter practically jumped off the tractor as he thrust his crotch into my face, mashing my nose into his groin. I opened my mouth more, letting my tongue ride up the underside of Carter's shaft. He was cut like me, so I was a little disappointed I wouldn't get to see a foreskin. I licked up and down the underside of Carter's little penis head, which had him thrashing about and moaning hard. Lord, this was a verbal kid! When I took his penis into my mouth, he couldn't help but thrust again, as far as he could. Luckily, his penis didn't reach the back of my throat, so I wasn't in danger of gagging. I bobbed up and down a few times, then pulled back with an idea. "Do you think I could stick a finger in your bum?" I asked. "Do it," he growled in a deep voice, humping the air in frustration as my hand rested against his pubic mound. I licked my index finger, then lifted his legs back above his head. Carter lay before me, on the hood of a tractor, completely vulnerable and exposed and in a desperate heat. His ankles were by his head so that his butt lifted into the air, revealing his clean hole, his penis throbbing just above. I got hard again in an instant, my penis springing to attention at the sight of this hot boy at the height of puberty. His face was a mask of aggravated pleasure, and his eyes pleaded with me for more. I slid my finger into his hole very slowly, allowing him time to stretch around it. I felt something hard, a little knot inside him I knew to be his prostate. I pushed it, and Carter gasped. When I pushed at it while grabbing his penis, he practically shouted. "Fuuuuuuuuck," he said in a long breath, reveling in the feeling coursing through his young body. "Feels good, huh," I said. "Yeah," he answered through squinted eyes. "But you didn't let me finish. I meant, fuuuuuuuuck me." "I don't think I'll fit..." "I didn't just suck on those bananas," Carter said slyly. In the state I was in, these few words were enough. I practically jumped up on the tractor, kneeled over Carter, and waved my hard cock in his face. He eagerly licked it, and I pushed into his mouth, getting my head and shaft wet with his saliva. The sight of his cute, blond head, bobbing on my thick shaft was almost enough to push me over the edge again, so after a few seconds, I repositioned myself below him. He lifted his legs back up, and I touched my penis head to his hole and gently pressed forward. Carter let out a high-pitched moan as my penis popped past his sphincter, clamping down tightly around my shaft. I continued to press into him, and I watched in awe as my entire shaft disappeared into his adorable behind. When my pubes were pressed against his hairless hole, I pulled back, working myself into a thrusting motion that comes so naturally to teenagers. I fucked Carter. His eyes were mostly closed, and a continuous, soft moan came from between his lips as he panted, too overwhelmed with pleasure to speak or think clearly. His body grew slick with sweat, and he grasped my arms tightly, pulling me down into a kiss. This kiss was much better than the first, since we were connected by both mouth and cock. I leaned back and began to stroke Carter's boy cock, which was even harder than it had been previously if that was possible. The sight of this beautiful boy in front of me, taking such pleasure from my proud, teenage cock, soon became too much. I felt my orgasm rising, and I cried out. My penis throbbed deep inside Carter's ass, pumping a load that felt even larger than the first into my new lover. Carter must have felt my sperm enter him, for he practically shouted, his hard-as-nails cock jumping in my grip. Watery cum shot all the way up onto his neck, two more spurts hitting his nipple and belly before the last pulses dripped over my fingers. During his orgasm, he writhed about on the hood of the tractor, unable to contain the intense pleasure emanating from his young cock. I fell on top of him, and he wrapped his young arms around my chest, pulling me into him. "I don't want to let go," he said finally, softly. "We have to get cleaned up, though. Your mom might be here soon." "Oh, yeah," he said dreamily. "Her." We grabbed a couple rags and cleaned ourselves up as best we could, and Carter made sure to get as much of my cum as he could out of his ass. The shed probably smelled like sex, but there was not much we could do about that. "You know," Carter said after we were dressed and back outside, "I don't think my older brother is gay, but if anyone can turn him, it'd be you." --- Thank you for reading! I read feedback at greengreenwriter@protonmail.com :)