Date: Wed, 27 Oct 2010 02:57:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Nick Beaman <underoathfan555@yahoo.com>
Subject: To Taste New Things (TG-Teen) change

Author's Note: The following contains sexual scenes between underage boys
and is purely fictional and is property of the author. Any suggestions or
comments of any kind would be greatly appreciated. Send emails to:
underoathfan555@yahoo.com


TO TASTE NEW THINGS

Chapter 1


"Mom, I'll be fine," I said for what felt like the millionth time.

"Are you sure? You could come with us. We don't mind waiting for you to
pack a bag!" my mom prodded again without success.

"Dad? Can you tell your wife that I'll be fine? I am seven-teen after all."
My dad chuckled as he pushed the last of the bags into the trunk of their
small, economically conservative car.

"Leave the boy alone, Evie. We're only gonna be gone a week, after all," my
dad said before giving me a sly wink and grin. My mom sighed in defeat.

"Oh, all right. But make sure to keep up with your chores. And don't
forget, Mr. Wilson is going come by at one in the afternoon on Thursday to
borrow the lawnmower so make sure you're here to let him in. Oh and also
don't..." I cut her off mid rant.

"Mom! I got it. If you don't hurry you'll miss your flight." She smiled
softly and then threw her arms around me in a hug so tight she nearly
suffocated me.

"I love you, Mark," she said releasing me.

"I love you too, Mom," I wheezed. My dad stepped up next grinning.

"See ya in a week, boy," he said giving me a quick hug.

"Bye, Dad." My little sister Ava didn't even look up from her phone as I
waved them away. I watched until the car turned down at the end of our
street and they were gone. I'd been looking forward to my whole week
alone. It was going to be good to have a whole week to have the house to
myself. Not to say that I didn't like my family around, but my mom could be
a little suffocating. Surprise, surprise. My dad was a pretty good guy,
but, being a religious man, looked down on some of my more "sinful"
habits. Like looking up porn on the family computer. The one time I forget
to clear the history and he notices. That's a day I'd like to forget. So
long story short, I now make DAMN sure to clear the browsing history after
I go surfing porn. And for my sister... since turning sixteen she just
ignores everyone in the house so there's not much to say. As for me, I
really am just your average high school senior. Standing at about five foot
nine and a hundred and fifty pounds I wouldn't have exactly fit in in the
NBA, but I was content with myself. I wasn't a bad looking guy to be
honest, and with a nice six inches hard I would say that I was a
catch. Although no relationship I'd ever had got very far. There was just
never any true excitement or chemistry or whatever it is.

I stood outside for a minute with a grin the size of Texas on my
face. "Freedom!" I cheered with a contented sigh. Then, deciding that I
might as well indulge in said freedom, I headed back inside to watch some
tv, but even with a million channels nothing could hold my interest. It was
then that I began thinking of what I could find on the internet, if you
know what I mean. After a few more minutes, I gave up on tv and made my way
to the study where the family computer was, grabbing a box of tissues and
shedding my pants on the way.

I flopped onto the desk chair in just my boxers and t-shirt. I punched in
the names of a few of my frequent sites, but I wasn't feeling the first
two. The third time was the charm as was indicated by the stirring in my
boxers. "Bingo," I confirmed starting a video. It began with an Asian girl
on her knees in front of some guy. Her tits were big, but not huge and her
hips and ass curved like a road map to Pleasureville where she was the
mayor. She smiled lustfully, tossing her hair back and licking her lips
sensually. After a few more seconds of this, the guy in front of her began
wagging his cock and, before long, she had his cock in her mouth, bobbing
her head up and down furiously. The guy let out a moan every now and then
as the girl devoured his cock. My own cock was now at full attention and
ready for orders so I began to stroke it lightly.

The scene then shifted and now the guy had her on all fours and was
pounding away at her. She slammed her ass back to meet his thrusts emitting
a high pitched squeal every time. By now I was jerking away as hard as I
could, when suddenly another man came into view. The man poked his cock in
her face and she gobbled it without any hesitation. The other man turned
her on her side without pulling out, holding one leg up. In no time she was
bouncing back and forth between the guy slamming into her pussy on one end
and other guy feeding her his cock at the other end. I could feel the
familiar feeling building up and I knew I only had a few more seconds. The
scene changed once more and she was kneeling again as the two guys jerked
themselves, their cocks pointing at her face. My breathing grew shallow, my
body rigid and I came right as the two cocks on screen shot their gooey
fluid on her face. After a few more seconds, I finally collapsed, as the
sexy, cum-covered Asian waved goodbye. The screen went dark and I sat for
awhile as my breathing returned to normal.

When I was back to normal I looked down at my sticky hand and felt a chasm
open up in my chest. I sighed. "That's depressing." After cleaning up and
deleting the history on the computer, I went back into the living room to
watch some tv now that I'd gotten "that" out of the way. I looked at the
clock; one-thirty and I'd already finished what I'd had planned for the
day. The next thing I knew, I was waking up to darkness. I'd fallen
asleep. Before I even had a chance to wonder what to do next, my stomach
answered for me. It wasn't until then that I realized I hadn't eaten all
day. A burger was sounding really good. Putting on a pair of jeans I
grabbed my keys and headed out the door. "Rain?" I wondered allowed. "Where
did that come from?" Luckily it wasn't coming down very hard, so I managed
to make it to the driveway without ending up soaked head to toe. I loved
driving at night. It was so peaceful and I always felt more alive in the
dark, amongst the neon signs and headlights in my rear view mirror. I
hadn't yet reached the town yet so the road was abandoned, with empty
desert on either side of me. Humming quietly to myself, I nearly missed her
in the downpour. After a double-take I finally noticed the girl standing
outside in the rain. Stomping on the brakes the car came to a screeching
halt. But even as the smoke from my tires wafted through the air before
disappearing in the rain the girl didn't move. Confused, I put the car in
reverse and backed up until I was right next to her. I rolled down the
passenger side window. "Hey are you okay? Do you need a ride?" She was
shivering, holding her arms across her chest. Her head jolted over, like
she just noticed that I was there.

"Huh?"

"I asked if you need a ride?" She stared for a minute, unsure.

"Uh... s-sure." I reached over and pushed the door open and she hopped in
quickly. I pulled back onto the road, rolling up the passenger's side
window. The girl continued sitting in silence, her breathing shallow as she
massaged her frozen limbs.

"You're freezing," I said stating the obvious. Flipping on the heater I
grabbed my sweater from the back seat and offered it to her. Without
looking up at my face she took it with shivering hands and a nervous
smile. She was wearing nothing but a men's short sleeve shirt that was way
too big for her, a pair of short jean shorts and some dirty sneakers. She
was just a tiny little thing. She couldn't have been more than five foot
two at the most and not even a hundred pounds so what the hell was she
doing out on the side of the road, in the middle of the night, in the
pouring rain? She couldn't have been more than fifteen at the most so
someone had to know she was gone. After a few minutes of silence, I turned
to her. "Is there anywhere you want me to take you? Home or-"

"I don't have a home," she blurted out jumping up in her seat. I met her
gaze for a second and then she turned quickly away. Silence again. "Can I
just come home with you for a little," she asked, her tone demure. I
thought for a second. Having some random little girl in my house, alone, in
the dead of night might not be the best of ideas, but what else could I do?
Toss her back out in the rain? Take her to a shelter? No, I'm not
cruel. And the way she reacted when I mentioned "home" didn't really boast
good things about her home life.

"Sure," I said. "You can stay the night in my sister's room and we can
figure things out tomorrow."

"Really? Thank you so much!" she squeaked grabbing my arm. Shocked at yet
another outburst she yanked her hands back quickly and placed them in her
lap. "Sorry..." she apologized softly.

"Don't worry about it." We road the rest of the way with just the sound of
the rain pittering on the windshield and the engine whirring softly. After
pulling into the driveway the two of us made a mad dash for the
house. Closing the door behind me, I shivered, shaking the water off my
arms. I stalked into the kitchen. "Would you like a bottle of water or a
soda or something?" I asked the girl while pulling a soda out of the fridge
for myself.

"I think I've had enough water for tonight," she joked the chill of the
freezing rain even present in her voice.

I laughed loudly. "Alright, soda it is." Grabbing another I stepped back
into the living room to see the girl still standing by the door. She was
looking around, a curious expression on her face. This seemed a little odd
to me. It's not like my house was anything worth being curious
over. Shrugging it off I sat on the couch and popped the top to one of the
sodas and gestured it to her. "Here. You can come sit down if you want," I
said.

"Sorry," she apologized again. Walking over, she kept her eyes toward the
floor as if she dared not look me in the face.

"Don't apologize. You didn't do anything," I said with a reassuring
smile. She flashed me a quick, small smile before sitting next to me on the
couch. For a second my hand touched the bare skin of her leg before she
jolted her head up in shock. Embarrassed, she turned her attention to the
soda I'd opened for her on the coffee table. I have to admit though, just
that simple touch had been electric. It shot through me like fire. Her skin
was soft and smooth. Stealing a quick glance I admired her. Her features
were soft and innocent as her brown hair framed her face like painting. Her
skin was milky white and she just looked so delicate. 'God what the hell am
I thinking?! She's even younger my sister!' I thought chastising
myself. Deciding to try to avoid any more awkward silences I flipped on the
TV for some distraction. We watched for a few minutes, sipping our sodas
before she spoke up.

"Thanks again for letting me stay," she said sincerely. I smiled again.

"It's really no problem. I couldn't just leave you out in the rain could
I?" I looked over to her and she was still shivering, her clothes soaked
through. "Oh god!" I exclaimed jumping to my feet, coming to my
senses. "I'm so sorry! I forgot! You must still be freezing in those
clothes." Frantic, I jogged down the hall and grabbed a towel out of the
cabinet and ran back into the living to find her standing, eyes wide in
bewilderment. I handed her the towel, feeling like a total ass. "My
sister's room is the first on the right, you look about the same size as
her so you can borrow some of her clothes. The shower is straight down the
hall. God, I'm such a jerk," I added under my breath, speaking more to
myself than her.

"No you're not," she stated so firmly that it took me by surprise. "You
could've just dropped me off at the police station or have even drove right
passed me, but you brought me to your house and took care of me. You're a
good person," she finished her voice firm. And for the first time she was
staring me right in the eyes and I couldn't look away, struck
speechless. Reverting back to her reserved, shy self she smiled awkwardly
and nearly ran to my sister's room. I stood shocked for another minute or
two, but shrugged it off and decided to change into some warm clothes
myself. A minute later, in a tee shirt and some pajama bottoms I shuffled
back down the hallway. As I was passing my sister's room, I heard a
thump. Out of reflex, I looked in through the crack of the nearly closed
door and what I saw hit me like a brick to the peaches. The "girl" in my
sister's room, trying to pick an outfit from the clothes in my sister's
drawers, wasn't a girl at all! Stark naked, I noticed that what was between
"her" legs was a slender, hairless cock. I pulled back my eyes wide in
disbelief. Had I really just seen what I thought I did? I shuffled,
confused, to the living room. I flopped on the couch attempting to wrap my
head around the whole situation. For one, who was this kid in my sister's
room, what was HE doing on the side of the road in the middle of a
rainstorm and why in the HELL was he pretending to be a girl?! From the
bathroom down the hall the shower hissed to life, bringing me back to
planet Earth. Doing my best to shake the thoughts out of my head I turned
my attention the tv. Time slowly crept by, but my mind still wandered back
to "her". The silky smoothness of her skin, the electricity, her vibrant
green eyes, long eyelashes, cute thin lips, slender frame... and
"that". The memory of "her" in my sister's room brought my reverie crashing
down. I slumped back on the sofa, running my fingers through my hair as if
it would shake all the answers to my questions into place. I moaned in
defeat.

"Um... I'm done," a voice behind me squeaked. He took me completely by
surprise causing me to send my shin crashing into the table in front of
me. In an attempt to recover I scrambled to my feet. "I'm sorry!" he
apologized quickly, dropping the wet towel on the floor.

"It's okay," I said, massaging my leg. "You just surprised me, that's all."
He hesitated for a minute before stooping down and picking up the dropped
towel.

"I didn't know what to do with the towel," he muttered with a nervous grin,
his brown hair falling down in front of his eye.

"Oh, yeah. I'll take it," I said with a dopey smile. He handed it to me and
our hands touched. Once again I felt like I'd grabbed hold of a livewire,
the shock shooting straight up my arm, into my chest and then down my
spine. I pulled my hand back and he turned away, rubbing his arm with an
embarrassed expression. "You can, uh, watch tv if you want," I stuttered
gesturing toward the couch and recliners huddled around the flat screen.

"Thanks..." he said awkwardly. I watched for a few seconds as he headed
over to the recliner up against the wall, facing the couch sideways. So he
wouldn't catch me staring I stalked off down the hall to catch my
breath. What in the hell was wrong with me?! My heart was beating a million
miles a second, words were just bumbling their way out of my mouth and
(most troubling of all) I couldn't stop picturing his cute little smile
when his hair fell in front of his face. It was so cute and infectious and
I felt like I was gonna melt at just the thought alone.

'Oh, God!' I thought to myself. 'He's a boy! And he's just a kid!' But
nothing was helping. With a heavy sigh I tossed the towel into the basket
in the bathroom and grabbed a blanket for him on the way back to the living
room. I'd decided I was just going to play it safe. Give him a place to
sleep for the night and work out the details in the morning. I was
over-thinking it all, I just needed to relax. Stepping out of the hallway,
I paused at the sounds of a laugh. Not a chuckle or a giggle, but a laugh
and it could only be him. On tv some popular, crazy, adult cartoon was
playing. I walked in and plopped on the couch, the blanket laying across my
lap. The boy looked over at me and his smile faded slightly, but then the
fat guy on screen cracked some stupid joke and, for some reason, I burst
out laughing. I laughed and laughed. The boy stared at me for a few seconds
as if he was scared I'd lost my mind, but he eventually cracked a wide grin
and started laughing with me. We laughed together until we cried. When he
laughed his nose crinkled and his laugh was high-pitched and had this cute
youthful vibrancy to it that I didn't know he had. As we sat gasping for
air I remembered the blanket. "Oh, I almost forgot. I brought you a
blanket," I wheezed, gesturing it to him. "It's pretty cold in here and our
heater is broken. You just took a shower, I'd feel bad if you got a cold."
He stood up and took it from me.

"Thank you," he said. This was the second time he'd looked me right in the
face and this time he was smiling. Curling up on the recliner he pulled the
blanket up over himself.

"I'm Mark by the way. Damn, I never even asked your name," I said feeling
like an ass for the second time that night.

"A-," he began, but stopped short. "Emily." Emily. I furrowed my brow. What
was he trying to hide? "Emily" finally came out of his shell a bit, after
that. For a while we talked and watched tv until we both felt our eyelids
grow heavy. The last thing that I saw before I drifted off to sleep was
Emily with a thumb in his mouth as he dozed softly. The next thing I knew
the hazy world slowly started to seep into view. Dim etchings of morning
light filtered in through the living room window. It was probably around
six. I started to yawn but then I felt some sort of pressure on my arm that
confused me. That's when I noticed him. Emily was laying against me, his
arms wrapped around my arm like it were some sort of stuffed
animal. Everything from the previous night came rushing back in a flash. My
heartbeat quickened as I watched Emily's steady breathing. The sensation of
his soft skin against mine, his subtle feminine facial features, his thin
and gentle frame, just everything about him was driving me crazy. I knew he
was a boy, but that didn't change how I was feeling. With my other arm I
slowly reached toward his face. My breaths became shallow as I placed my
first finger against his warm face. He didn't move so I ventured further
until my whole hand rested against his face. Then, suddenly he stirred and
his eyes opened. With a curious expression he looked first at me then at my
hand on his face, but he didn't move. Hesitantly he removed one of his arms
from around mine and laid his hand on the one on his face. I swallowed
hard.

"You're beautiful," I managed to whisper. His face flashed with happiness
for a split second before it morphed to guilt.

"I- I've been lying..." he trailed off. I brushed his cheek gently with my
thumb. I smiled softly.

"I know. I saw you last night in my sister's room." His brow tensed
nervously and I recognized the apprehension in his eyes. "But I don't
care," I said with conviction that seemed to come from nowhere. His eyes
brightened at this and he smiled a smile so wide that it touched the
corners of his watering eyes. I was done struggling with my feelings. Now I
knew just what I wanted and I was no longer afraid to take it. Quickly I
leaned in and pressed my lips against his. Our mouths pressed together in a
fiery passion that I felt him melt into. Together, our tongues danced and
played in each others mouths as we caressed one another's bodies. I slid my
hands down his back, down the silky, white nightgown until I found his
ass. As I did, he moaned into my mouth and for a second we broke our kiss
and shared a stare with a mutual understanding that no one in the world
could comprehend. He smiled deviously and slid down my lap and off the
couch onto the floor in front of me. With him looking at my tented pants I
knew what he wanted. Hesitation etched it's way onto my face and he jumped
up slightly.

"Don't worry, I want to do this," he said with an expression that left no
questions as to his honesty. I nodded and he turned his attention back
towards my cock straining at the clothy confines. With a soft, purely
feminine giggle he placed his hands on my thighs. Slowly he slid his tiny
hands up and up towards my aching member, but he moved past it until he
reached the waistband of my pajama bottoms. His tiny hands curled around
the waistband and I lifted my hips as he slid them down my legs, my cock
popping free. It was harder and bigger than I'd ever seen it before. It had
to be at at least six and a half inches. For a second we shared another
stare before he lightly grasped the base of my cock. It throbbed with
pleasure and I thought I was going to come right there, but the feeling
subsided. He leaned his face towards it, keeping eye contact with me until
his mouth was just inches away from my engorged head. He breathed heavily,
his hot breaths hitting the head of my cock. A loud moan escaped as my head
rolled back on my shoulders. He knew he was driving me crazy and I knew
that was the point, but I was reaching my limit when I felt the tip of his
tongue slide against my cock head.

"Oh, god!" I moaned in shock at the intense pleasure. He licked again and
again as my cock began oozing precum like a faucet.

"Are you ready?" he teased, his voice silken and sensuous.

"God yes," I moaned. And at that he engulfed my cock and I moaned so loud
that I was later surprised to find out that the neighbors hadn't called the
cops. Although I wasn't thinking much of anything at the time, this was
only my second blowjob. The first one wasn't horrible, but it was just a
distant, insignificant memory compared to this one. Emily bobbed up and
down on my cock at a slow but deliberate pace. I was melting as he managed
to hit every pleasurable spot on my cock that I knew of and even more that
I didn't. He continued going to town on my cock as I moaned in pure
ecstasy. My moans were just egging him on as he gradually began bouncing
his mouth up and down on my cock with fervor. "Oh, shit! I'm- I'm gonna..."
I tried to say as the immense pleasure that was radiating through my whole
body reached a glorifying crescendo and then I came. And I came and I
came. My back had arched and I'd gone stiff as a board as fractured moans
and exclamations escaped my mouth. My eyes were shut tight and all I could
see was white. It all seemed to last forever, but I finally collapsed
breathing heavy breaths of relief and contented exhaustion. But at the same
time I had never felt more awake or alive. I opened my eyes and looked down
at Emily who was still on the floor wiping the gobs of gooey cum that he
hadn't been able to swallow off his face. He licked the cum off his hand
and smiled at me. Like a cat, he crawled, his hips swaying hypnotically,
over to me and up onto my lap with my now softening cock. "Jesus. You're
amazing," was all I could manage, still gasping for air.

"You aren't so bad yourself, lover," he cooed in my ear, grinding his ass
against my cock. I could feel it start to harden again to my own amazement.

"I think I love you," I joked before planting a quick kiss on his lips. We
laughed and I flipped him onto his back. And the day had barely even
started.