Date: Thu, 19 Jun 2003 16:33:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ed Someone <kwed1948@yahoo.com>
Subject: Young Boys Fun

I have always liked cock, especially boy cock. In my mid-teens, when my
buddies abandoned mutual penis play in favor of the "real thing", I was
still inescapably obsessed with it. But because they didn't want to play
any more, I tried my best to be "normal" and emulate them, taking on my
first steady girlfriend. She did excite me tremendously, but I just
couldn't get past second base. Besides, not knowing what she had to offer
left me obsessing about familiar things - - cocks! Now since I wasn't
getting any pussy, and I had been forced to give up dicks, I found myself
open to any sexual attention of any kind from anyone. Endless masturbation,
seven or eight times a day, only took the edge off my horniness, never
satisfying me. That's when an aggressive ten-year-old neighborhood boy,
anxious to learn about sex, started to make advances. I was a willing, easy
target.
 
Jeff was a cute blond with shoulder length straight hair cut in a
pageboy. Some of the bullies at school teased him about it, calling him
"girlie", "sissy", and the like; but he didn't seem to mind. It's the way
mom wanted him to wear it, so he did. His eyes were deep ocean blue laced
with long, dark lashes and matching eyebrows that contrasted with the rest
of his hair. His smile just melted me. It was wide, formed by full lips and
his new, permanent teeth, characteristically large for his mouth.
Similarly, his feet seemed just a bit oversized, like most kids his age. He
stood about four foot three and probably weighed in at about eighty
pounds. His skin was absolutely flawless except for the light freckling
over his nose and cheeks. In short, he was a very, very pretty boy. To top
it off, I found he had a burning desire to learn everything that could be
known about sex.

I babysat him and his twelve-year-old sister on many occasions. She was a
studious, bookworm type who minded her own business - - easy to watch. But
Jeff demanded constant attention. I often found myself wrestling with him
and rolling around on the floor just to entertain him. He never seemed to
tire of it, even when I tickled him until he cried. During these sessions,
he frequently grabbed me where he shouldn't, but almost always let go
immediately, leading me to wonder if his moves were simply innocent
accidents.

As we played like this one babysitting evening while his sister was out on
a sleepover, Jeff used every opportunity to press some part of his body
into my crotch, apparently in search of details for what lied beneath the
faded denim material. His actions became increasingly bold, and blatantly
intentional. I probably could have stopped him, but remembered my own
burning curiosity as a younger boy. For both our sakes, I hoped he would
persist until he got what he wanted, but I dared not take the lead just in
case I was somehow misreading him. At his age, I would have given anything
to see what a fifteen-year-old had between his legs. I knew Jeff had those
same intense desires, so I let him cop a feel and encouraged him with
quick, "accidental" caresses of his stuff. As we rolled on the floor, Jeff
brazenly grabbed a handful of balls and squeezed. I laughed at first, but
as the pressure increased, I laid still and screamed out, "Ahhhhhh!  Not so
hard!" but didn't tell him to let go or stop. Jeff took this as permission
to continue. He immediately moved our grab-ass game to the next level,
pinning me down by sitting on my chest, facing south.  Instantaneously, my
belt buckle was opened. It was so quick I didn't realize it until he
nervously fumbled with the buttons that lied below. His hands were shaking
with excitement as he worked down the line, opening each of the brass
buttons on my 501's until all six were undone.

"OK, Jeff. Maybe we better quit this now." I suggested, pretending I was
helpless to move under the small boy's weight. But Jeff, sensing my
insincerity, ignored the request, placing his hand on the blue nylon bikini
briefs covering my erection. "Jeff! We can't do this. What if we get
caught?" I protested.

He stopped for just a moment. "We won't. I won't tell anyone if that's what
you think. I promise!" He put both thumbs under the waistband of my
underpants, lifted it over my erection and hooked it under my balls.
"Wow!" he gasped, looking at my steel-hard boner. He wrapped a fist around
the base and lifted it, then tried to encircle the rest of it with the
other hand. "Wow! I need a third hand just to hold this thing!"

I was enjoying the thrill evident in his voice, and wanted to continue this
game. But fear of being labeled a "fagot perverted child molester" if we
got caught really scared me. I knew that's what my dad would call me if he
ever found out, and I shuttered to think what Jeff's parents would say or
do. "You sure you want to do this - - and you won't tell anyone - - not
even your best friend - - ever?" I asked.

"I promise. Really. I'll never tell anyone - - never. Just show me. Please
Tom, teach me everything."

With that, I let my desire override my fear and better judgment. Jeff was
now pushing down my jeans and underpants together as I lifted my hips to
assist. When they cleared my ass, he jumped up and went to my feet. In
haste, he ripped off my sneakers without untying the laces, then tugged my
pants completely off. I spread widely as the boy sat between my legs and
worshiped my cock.

"Wow!" he said again in a whisper, his breath brushing the length of my
shaft. "Can I play with it?"

"Yea, of course. That's what you're doing; isn't it?"

Jeff wrapped a fist around the shaft, not quite able to touch his thumb to
his fingertips. "Oh man!" he sighed as he squeezed and pushed downward. The
foreskin rolled off the shinny pink head. "Wow!" the boy sighed as the
plumb-sized head popped out, completely free of its covering.

"Want to take your pants off too?" I asked, anxious to see his little dick.

He jumped to his feet, pulling his pants down on his way up. Within
seconds, the boy had stripped away his pants, shirt, socks; every shred of
clothing he had. He stood in front of me completely naked except for the
matching, fine gold chains gracing his neck and wrist. His little dick was
fully erect. Unlike mine, it was circumcised and had an unusual downward
curve, something I had never seen before. I reached for it and discovered
once again the smooth, warm, `perfect for sucking' little three-incher I
remembered from years gone by. "Sit here," I requested, patting the floor
in front of me. Jeff flopped down, spreading his legs over mine as he
placed his feet behind me. He wrapped his fist around my cock and began
stroking while I returned the favor, using my thumb and fingertips on his
hard little penis.

"Oh! Look! What's that?" Jeff asked as slippery, clear fluid oozed from the
slit in my cock.

"That's just pre-cum. It happens when guys get excited. You'll do that too
when you get bigger. You probably haven't ever even shot a load yet; have
you?"

"What do you mean?" the boy responded with a serious look on his face as he
studied the slipperiness leaking from me.

"When you get older, and stroke your cock for a long time, it gets to
feeling really, really good. Like so good you can hardly stand it. It's the
best feeling anyone could ever, ever have. This tingly feeling starts deep
in here." I explained, pressing my fingers to his smooth, hairless pubic
area. "Then it spreads over your whole body, all the way to the top of your
head and out to your toes and fingertips. Just when you think its so good
you can't stand it, and you know it just can't get any better, it does! It
gets a hundred times better! And then it happens; spurts of slippery,
white, creamy stuff shoot from your cock. At first when you do it, there
won't be any juice, just the feeling. Then, before long, you start shooting
cum. That's what its called. At first, just a little that you can rub into
your skin, then more and more until you're blasting big sticky loads of the
mess and have to clean yourself up. Or if you're with someone, you can just
swallow it. Its so good!"

"No way!" Jeff retorted.

"Yea, way!" I insisted.

"Like peeing?" Jeff asked with a disgusting grimace.

"No," I chuckled, "It comes from the same place, but its not piss. It's
slippery, white and sticky. It doesn't taste bad, and if there's not too
much of it, you can just rub it into your skin and it disappears."

"You're lying! You're just making that up!" Jeff snapped back in disbelief
and disgust, assuming I was just "jerking his chain" because he didn't know
any better.

"No I'm not!" I giggled. "Its true - - I swear! Just stroke my cock hard
and fast, and keep doing it, and I'll show you!"

I pushed him onto his back and straddled him, sitting on his little dick so
as to place my own cock in position of the boy's, making it easy for him to
pump it.

"I don't believe you," Jeff said to demonstrate he wasn't all that
gullible. But he wasn't really sure. He laid back and stroked my cock to
prove me wrong.

I had only jerked off twice that day, so it didn't take long to push me
over the edge. "Oh my god! Here it comes!" I cried out as I got up on my
knees, placing my cock above the boys chest. I put my hands on my ass
cheeks and thrust my hips forward as the incredible pleasure of the first
spasm gripped me. My stomach muscles tightened, forming what looked like a
three-inch pipe just below the skin, connecting chest to cock.  Jeff, not
understanding what was happening let go in fear. With eyes wide open, he
watched with a mixture of excitement and fear to see what was
happening. "Don't stop!" I screamed. "Keep stroking, fast and hard till I'm
done!" The boy grabbed me with both hands just as the first, full spurt
launched from my cock. It raced through the air above Jeff's face and
splashed a three-foot long white line onto the green carpet above his
head. The next volley, directed by the boy's rapid stroking, made an
audible "splat" when it came to rest under his chin. Then another
splattered the boys face. With his left hand, he wiped the goo from his eye
so he could again watch with both eyes as I unloaded another four or five
big, thick ropes of seamen, glazing his flawless little body. I finally
finished with a few easy, less intense ejaculations that kind of bubbled
out and ran down the shaft, coating Jeff's fingers.

"Wow! - - Its true! - - Wow!" Jeff exclaimed, using his favorite expletive
as he worked his slippery, cum- lubricated fist up and down the length of
my cock. He licked his lips. "And you're right, it tastes kind of good
too."

"Quit now!" I said, grabbing his arm to pull his hand away from my
post-ejection, hypersensitive cock. "It kind of hurts when you touch it too
much right now," I explained as I rolled off to the boy's side, collapsing
onto the floor.

"What else can we do?" Jeff asked as he sat up to admire my body.

I watched him with great pleasure as he used both hands to work my huge
load into a thick, frothy mess, coating his smooth, hairless torso from
neck to dick. "There must be more stuff we can do. Show me, please," he
begged with pure excitement. He used his index finger like a squeegee to
push some of the cream on his face to his mouth for a better taste. Then he
laid on top of me, spreading his legs widely as he straddled my hips. His
slippery, smooth, cum soaked body seemed to melt onto me. My half erect
cock laid in the crack of the boy's ass while his cum covered little boner
throbbed and slid against my stomach. He nuzzled my neck, kissing it
tenderly and whispered "Thank you Tom. Oh, thank you."

This boy was hot, and my cock, lying in the crack of his ass, was
unbelievably coming to life again. I reached down with both hands to grasp
his ass. Each cheek fit perfectly into the palms of my hands. As I pulled
upward and apart, I envisioned what must have been a beautiful sight from
behind. I pressed the tip of my right index finger to the Jeff's little
virgin hole. He responded with a small kiss on my cheek. "That feels so
good," he whispered. "Thanks for showing me all this."

"Thank you," I replied as I turned my head to look into Jeff's face.

He gave me a quick, closed lipped kiss on the mouth. When I failed to
react, he opened his mouth slightly and began brushing his wet, puffy lips
ever so lightly over mine. Never having kissed a boy before, I still didn't
respond. Jeff apparently took my lack of objection as a signal to
continue. He opened his mouth and began exploring my lips with his
tongue. An electric tingle raced through my body as he did so. I could not
resist. I opened my mouth and reciprocated. We locked lips and shared a
long, passionate kiss. `Damn,' I thought, `the little boy kisses better
than my girlfriend!' It was the first time I had ever kissed a boy, and I
was thrilled.

To be continued if there's interest. Feedback to kwed1948@yahoo.com