Date: Sun, 11 Oct 2009 09:46:18 -0700
From: L A <handittome@live.com>
Subject: Vendor Boy Part I

Disclaimer:

This story is a work of fiction and contains homosexual acts between
minors.  Please do not read this if it is illegal for you to do so.  Names,
characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's
imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events,
locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Vendor Boy (Part I)

	"Ice cream! Ice Cream!"

	It was a new summer.  The sun was bright, the air was warm and best
of all...school was out!  Don't get me wrong, I don't mind learning from
some old lady, but it's nice to finally have some freedom again.

	"Get your cookie! Only one dollar!"

	Of course I only got one week of lounging on the couch and playing
video games before my mom told me I had to do something constructive with
my time.  Why does it seem that moms always want you do what you don't want
to?

	"Drinks! Soda, Gatorade and water!"

	Well, I live only a few blocks from Hidden Valley High School.  I
don't yet go to high school as I am only twelve, but they have all of the
stuff any boy could want.  There is a large baseball diamond which is
constantly being watered.  There is a separate football field with is kept
even nicer.  And of course, my favorite part, the massive pool.  The
crystal clear lake goes from four feet deep at one end and all the way to
thirteen feet deep at the other.  I am never able to hold my breath long
enough to go down that far, but I love trying.

	"One candy bar? That'll be one dollar please."

	So, by my mom's request, I tried out for the summer youth water
polo league.  Or, at least I wanted to.  You see, while I was sitting at
home enjoying my Playstation 3, the tryouts were going on.  I had missed
them by only a week.  Just my luck...  My mom then tried to get me to go
for football.  The tryouts were starting soon and as she said, "It would
toughen you up."  I hated the sound of that.  I didn't want to be tackled
or beat up.  That just wasn't for me.  Besides, I loved the water.

	"Thank you very much.  Please come again"

	The coach was a nice guy, but he said that there was no way he
could get me on the team.  "Maybe next year", he said, "But you could work
the snack shack for us.  That would be a great help."  Many would find that
very degrading, but I found it to be my golden opportunity.

	"How about a popsicle?  Cherry, blue raspberry or lemon?"

	I would be able to fulfill my mom's requirement of doing something
productive, and I would get to be by the pool.  Though I wouldn't be on the
team, I would be able to watch them play and pick up a few tips.

	Today is my first day on the job and I am really enjoying it so
far.  I mean, it is nothing compared to video games, but it's not that bad.
Aqualife is winning four to one.  That is the team I wanted to try out for,
and they are pretty good.  They really have the teamwork part down.

	My mom is so funny.  She made sure that I looked nice for my first
day on the job.  She combed my short brown hair and spiked it up just the
way I like it.  I looked at myself in the mirror as her hands clung to my
head with a comb.  I was wearing I light blue collared shirt with
alternating zig-zag and straight darker blue stripes.  The edges of the
sleeves also had darker blue edges.  My pants were also a basic dark blue
pair of jeans.  In case you couldn't tell, my favorite color is blue and
you wouldn't be wrong to guess that it has some relation to my fascination
with water.  Underneath I wore a pair of tighty-whities, and boy were they
tight.  My crotch felt as if it was being squeezed.  But I figured that it
would prepare me for a Speedo when I joined the team.  "Let me see", she
said.  I turned around and gave her a goofy smile.  She laughed lightly as
she licked her thumb and rubbed it on my cheek.  I rolled my light green
eyes at her.  People were always complimenting my eyes.  "There you go!
Perfect."

	My ears rang as the referee blew the game's final whistle.
Aqualife had won by a score of five to one after pulling off a goal at the
buzzer.  I was cheering inside, careful not to visually express myself in
fear that the other team wouldn't want to buy anything from me for cheering
against them.  Of course I didn't get any of the money, but figured I was
raising it for the team that I would join next year.

	And then came the rush.  Boy after boy in nothing but a tight
Speedo came running up to the stand.  They were still glistening from the
pool water as they dripped all over the deck.  The boys playfully pushed
and shoved as they were fighting for a closer spot in line.  They all
wanted one thing after the next, each one handing me wet money.  But it was
all worth it.  With each piece of food I handed out, a boy smiled.

	Eventually I made it to the end of the line as the final boy stood
before me.  "Can I have a Twix bar please?"  I looked up and a chill went
down my spine.  The boy was about five feet tall and had a dirty blonde
head of messy hair.  Remnants of the pool slowly dripped down his faint
muscular chest, and passed his smooth, defined stomach to rest on his, take
a guess, blue Speedo.  It had an odd yellowish confetti design that was
warped by the young bulge of his crotch.  "Can I have a Twix please?"  I
looked back up.  Instantly, I felt as if I was peacefully drowning in the
crystal sea of his sparkling blue eyes.  I was in a trance and could not
get out, or did not want to.  "Are you ok?"

	"Uh yeah.  Sorry.  One Twix coming up!"  Somehow I managed to look
away long enough to grab a candy bar off of the shelf behind me and lay it
on the table.  The blonde boy then handed me his soaking dollar bill. As I
grabbed the money, his finger brushed against mine.  My heart skipped a
beat and I almost gasped.  He lightly giggled and picked up his winnings.

	"Thank you", he said with a smile.  God!  What was happening?  His
smile didn't bring me the same happy sensation a smile usually did, but
made me feel something intoxicatingly different.  It was as if I was being
warmly comforted by his small, puffy lips and kept safe deep inside his
sweet dimples.  Butterflies in my stomach were flying around so intensely
that I thought I might burst open.

	I tried my best to reply with a shaky, "Your welcome" as the boy
turned and walked towards the locker room.  I couldn't help but to watch
him as he left my presence.  His taut swimwear clung to his butt which
seemed to be just as puffy as his lips.  Each butt cheek looked like a
large bubble which refused to pop by the tight restraint of the Speedo.

	As he finally made his way into the boy's locker room I felt
something in my pants and found that my wiener was trying to break free
from my tighty-whities.  I brought my hand to my crotch to try and push it
back down when an overwhelming sensation overcame my body and I let out a
quiet moan.  What is happening?  Why am I having all of these strange
feelings?  I could tell that something was not right.  Maybe a cool swim in
the pool might help calm me down...

	I decided to quickly close the snack shack and go for a swim and it
didn't take long before it was all locked up.  My wiener had stopped
fighting, which was a relief.  I was afraid that someone would notice.  I
grabbed my backpack and headed toward the boys locker room to change into
my swim trunks. I can't wait to get out of these tighty-whities.  I don't
see how the players do it.  Boxers are so much more comfortable.

	I stepped into the locker room, found the locker that coach gave
me, pulled my trunks out of my backpack and began to take off my shirt.  I
then undid the button on my pants and unzipped the zipper, letting the
pants glide down my nearly smooth legs and onto the floor.  As I stepped
out of my pants a boy walked around the corner with one towel around his
waist and another in his hands drying off his hair.  I felt a little
awkward standing in front of another boy my age in nothing but briefs, but
I figured that it wouldn't be too embarrassing, considering that he has to
wear a Speedo.  Even then, there was no way that I would change the rest of
the way in front of him so I decided to sit on the bench and pretend to
look for something inside my backpack until he left.

	"Hi Vendor Boy".  A familiar voice was speaking to me.  I pulled my
head out of the bag to see the blonde boy, shining in a new clean glow
after his shower.  He was smiling as he continued to dry off his hair.
Instantly, I started to feel weird again as the same new feelings begin to
fill my body.  The butterflies were going crazy again and my wiener began
twitching as it prepared to break free.  Why is my body doing this again?
Is it because of the boy?  Is he doing something?  "You looking for
something?"

	"What?" I didn't hear what he said.  My mind was spinning a mile a
minute.

	"You were looking in your backpack.  Do you need something?"

	"Oh!  No it's ok.  I just found it."  I pulled out the first thing
my hand could find.  It was a granola bar.  Trying to continue the lie I
opened it up and took a bite.

	"Ok then."  The boy shrugged and turned to face the lockers.  Now
with my wiener really hard, there was defiantly no way that I could finish
changing in front of him.  I couldn't continue to look though my bag
because I already wasted that lie, so I ate the granola bar very slowly to
pass the time.  Though I knew that I should turn back at my locker as well,
I couldn't help myself but to stare at the blonde boy as his laid the
second towel on the bench revealing his messy hair.  For some reason, I
really wanted to run my hand through it and feel how soft his it was.  Then
he laid his shriveled blue Speedo next to the wet towel.  That meant that
underneath the towel wrapped around his waist, he was naked!  My wiener
made another strong push against the thin fabric of my briefs, creating
another overwhelming sensation.  I could not help but close my eyes as the
feeling took me over.  I had no idea what this boy was doing to me, but it
sure felt good.

	As I opened my eyes, I saw the boy pull a pair of boxers out of his
locker and gently lay them next to the Speedo.  They were decorated with
ducks and looked very thin, and very comfortable.  I really miss my boxers.
Then, he stood up, reached for the knot in his towel and let it loose.  The
only thing separating his bare skin from my eyes fell to the ground around
his feet!  My head began to feel as if I was on fire and the wild
butterflies pounding my stomach felt more like raging eagles.  My wiener
continued to thrust harder and harder against its thin barricade bursting
invisible waves of intense ecstasy throughout my body.

	My eyes were drawn to the smooth bubbles on the boy's backside.
They looked so soft that I could take a bite and have it melt in my mouth.
I closed my eyes for a brief second to imagine the sweet taste of the boy's
puffy treat.  I reopened my eyes to see him grabbing his boxers.  He turned
toward me so that he was in a better position to step into them.  I made
sure he didn't see me staring and then stole a look at his crotch.  For
some reason I could not explain, I was drawn to it and could not look away.
His balls sat tight in his bulging ball sack.  It was bigger than mine and
looked like a squishy water balloon.  It seemed very smooth and I began to
wonder how it would fit in the palm of my hand.  Then I saw his wiener.  It
too was different than mine and looked like the skin at the tip had been
cut off.  I wonder how that happened and how bad it hurt.  It looked really
smooth and a little bit longer and fatter than mine.  Well, I think mine is
longer right now, but I wish it would get small again.  A sudden urge to
touch his wiener filled my body and I really wanted to reach out and feel
his soft and gentle skin.

	Suddenly, I felt as if I was going to faint.  This boy was having
this strange effect on me.  I wanted it to stop, but I really didn't.  In a
weird way, it felt amazing.

	And then, the boy pulled the boxers up around his waist and put on
a pair of jean shorts and a red T-shirt.  Even fully clothed I could make
out his lightly defined muscles and bubble like butt.  He picked up his
Speedo and two towels and turned to face me.

	"Enjoy your granola bar and I'll see you next week Vendor Boy!".
The boy nodded with a smile as if he intended to urge on my overwhelming
feelings.  He turned around and walked away leaving me holding a granola
bar while sitting on a bench in my briefs, which were frantically trying to
contain my raging wiener.

	Now that I was alone I tried to push it down only to be countered
by a wave of overwhelming pleasure greater than any I had ever felt.  My
eyes were forced shut as the feeling overtook me.  My hand involuntarily
dropped the granola bar as I let out a deep moan.  There was nothing I
could do to stop it, but it felt so good that I didn't want to anyway.
Then, without even thinking, I did it again.  This time I was expecting the
wave so I was able to contain the feeling into a loud sigh just in case
someone might come in.
	But what if someone did come in and saw me while my eyes were
closed?  Knowing that I was now addicted to this amazing new sensation and
could not stop, I rushed to one of bathroom stalls inside the locker room
so that no one could see me.  Now free from sight, I immediately decided to
strip off the restricting tighty-whities, which made my wiener pop straight
up and slap my stomach.  It had never done this before but I really liked
it.  I placed my right hand on my wiener and pushed it down.

	Images of the blonde boy began to flood my mind intensifying the
already intolerable bliss.  I could see his soft hair, his piercing eyes
and his intoxicating smile.  My right hand automatically began to move
quicker escalating the feeling while my left hand had to grab onto the
handicap bar in order to keep me balanced.  The skin on the tip of my
wiener was sliding up and down faster and faster making the painful
pleasure of the waves beat more rapidly against my body.

	The boy was now peeling off his soaking Speedo.  His naked body was
glistening as the drops of water cascaded down his perfectly smooth skin.
His soft bubbles pushed gently against my hand sending another electrifying
wave throughout my entire body.  I gave them a soft squeeze only to have my
hand squish into them like a fresh loaf of bread.  I then pushed my crotch
up against the backside of the boy to reach around him.  I could feel his
soft hair brush against my face and sense his sweet aroma caress my nose.
The boy seemed to match me perfectly as we fit together like the pieces of
a two piece puzzle.

	My hand reached around his waist to find the treasure I had been
waiting for.  I perfectly placed his spongy ball sac into the palm of hand
as the boy giggled.  It fit as if it was meant to be.  I gave them a light
squeeze and proceeded toward his wiener and firmly wrapped my eager hand
around it.  The boy gave a mild shutter followed by another giggle.  He and
I both loved the way it felt in my hand as his wiener began to grow bigger
and harder.  It was getting a little harder to contain and it started to
point upward like mind did.  As it continued to grow, I thought that he
might like to try the overwhelming feeling I recently discovered.  I held
on tight to his wiener making him gasp and then slowly pulled it down
between his legs.  The boy's body began to convulse as he let out a long,
deep moan.  He would have collapsed to the ground if I wasn't holding him
up.  I knew he loved the feeling I was giving him and wanted to give him
more.  I wanted it to be so intense that he would never forget it.

	I grabbed his wiener extra tight this time, making him shutter
again.  He was breathing heavily.  I brought my mouth up to his ear and
whispered to him. "Are you ready for the lightning round?"  All the boy
could do was slowly nod his head as he prepared for the most amazing
feeling of his young life.  "Here we go."

	My hand began to pull his now rock hard wiener up and down faster
and faster.  The skin around it was getting hot to the touch from the
friction of the rapid movement.  The boy's breath, intermixed with moans
and squeals, was quickening with the pace of my hand.  Soon, I was unable
to find either my hand or his wiener in the blur of our movement.  I could
tell he was nearing the end of it all.  His body could not take much more.
We were blending together.  Our hearts were beating to the same tempo of my
hand.  I could feel the ecstasy he was feeling and he could feel mine.  And
then, that was it.  Together, we crossed the limit.  Together we fell to
the floor naked, drowning in our young boy pleasures.  It was as if the
gates had opened up to allow a warm perfection flood our now limp bodies.

	The fierce thoughts of the boy fled my mind as the thumping
pleasure slowly slipped from my body, leaving me naked on the floor.  My
wiener was gradually shrinking to its normal size.

	What was that?  It was the most amazing thing I had ever
experienced.  I wonder if anyone else knows about these sensations.  And
how is it caused by the boy?  Why do I feel this way around him?  My mind
was racing with questions.  As I lay there drifting into a relaxing sleep I
knew one thing for sure; I could not wait until next week.


	To be continued...


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