Date: Fri, 1 Jun 2012 03:11:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Nick Beaman <underoathfan555@yahoo.com>
Subject: To Taste New Things: Chapter 2 TG Teen

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 2


A few hours later we decided it was time to start the day. With a yawn and
a stretch I hopped off the couch. "I guess we'd better get up now. I'm
supposed to meet up with some friends today at the mall," I said slipping
my pajama pants back on. It was the first week of spring break and my
friends and I had made plans to meet up. Emily's grin faded and his
expression turned to disappointment.

"Oh..." was all he said. "What's wrong?" I asked, genuinely
concerned. That's when it hit me; he thought that I wanted to go without
him. "You wanna come with? I'd like it if you did," I said. At that his
face lit up and he hopped to his feet in excitement. "Really?! You don't
mind?!" he blurted. "Of course not!" I said, as if the opposite wasn't even
an option. Emily squealed excitedly and threw his arms around my neck and
planted a kiss on my lips. "Thank you! Thank you! I think I love you too,"
he said jokingly. I laughed as he kissed me again.

"Well, it's nine-thirty now, so we need to be ready and out the door by
ten, okay?" I said checking the clock. Then a sly idea suddenly entered my
head and I grinned mischievously.

"How about we shower together? It'd save time," I offered the excuse with
thinly veiled intentions. Emily grinned coyly.

"You're right! It could save on time!" he said in mock agreement. Placing
his hands gently on my shoulders he stood on his tip-toes and put his lips
to my ear. His hot breath against my ear quickened my heartbeat. "But I
like to take my time," he whispered playfully. With a giggle he walked with
an alluring shake of his hips down the hall toward the large
bathroom. Stopping in the doorway he slowly slid off his panties, making
sure to show off his smooth, ivory white legs and perfectly round
ass. Kicking the panties aside, he looked over his shoulder and grinned in
satisfaction at my drooling, purely lust-filled expression. "You're not
going to keep me waiting are you?" he chided in a sultry, playful tone. He
giggled again and stepped into the bathroom.

"Hell no!" I managed to choke out before chasing after him, leaving my
pants in a heap behind me.

The bathroom just oozed sensuality at every turn. Although I don't think
that was what my parents had had in mind when tax season had come around a
few months before. The rest of the house was nice and all, but it was
nothing to marvel at. The bathrooms though were another thing
altogether. The year before, my parents had pooled their tax money together
and spent almost all of it on renovating their bathroom. It had turned out
so well that this year they did the same for the main bathroom that was
used by me, my sister and for when we had guests over. The walls were tiled
all the way to the ceiling with sea green tile that gave the room a deep,
rich, naval feel. Combined with the dark gray, marble vanity and sink with
gold finished faucets and the dark, smooth, stone floor the room just
overflowed with sex. I turned my attention over to the large shower with
it's opaque sliding glass door as it hissed to life and echoed off the
tiled walls. Emily stood inside testing the water with his hand. He shot me
a quick grin before stepping in and beckoning to me with an outstretched
hand and an entrancing stare. My cock stirred and began to rise as I
stepped in after him, closing the sliding door behind me. The shower was
easily big enough for the two of us and the wide shower head quickly began
to steam up the entire space.

I ran my fingers through my wet hair as Emily stepped up to me and placed
his hands softly on my shoulders. My hands found his hips as we stared into
each others eyes before our lips met with a gentle, but intense
passion. Our tongues danced and twirled while our hands explored the others
body. I melted into the kiss as my hands slid slowly over his silky, soft
skin when I began to grow hot. Whether from the pelting stream of water or
the intense passion of our heavy petting, I couldn't tell. After a minute
or so we broke off the kiss. I moaned and felt a surge of pleasure looking
down to find Emily's hand gently stroking my stiff member. "Lie back," he
ordered softly. I complied and lowered myself to the wet shower
floor. Emily knelt between my legs and clutched my cock with both of his
hands. My cock looked huge in his dainty hands as he began to softy
stroke. The heavenly feeling radiated through my body as he stroked with
deliberate motivation. More moans escaped my lips and right as I was about
to cum he stopped and pulled back.

"Not yet. I want to feel good too," he said leaning back onto his
elbows. That's when I truly took notice of his own engorged cock. Even
though I knew it was there I hadn't really seen Emily's cock up close. It
had grown just as hard as mine and was shockingly large for a boy his
size. It stood at about four and a half inches hard with a proportionately
appropriate girth. My jaw dropped slightly and Emily's expression
faltered. "Unless... unless you don't want to..." he offered. My heartbeat
sped up to warp speed as the idea raced through my head. Just the day
before I'd considered myself an average, heterosexual male and now there I
was with a cock pointed in my direction. "It's okay. You don't have to," he
said as he moved to get off the floor. Reaching out quickly I grabbed a
hold of his arm and gently pulled him back down.

"I want to," I assured him firmly. Nodding he laid back and I scooted
forward. Hesitantly, I reached out and gingerly grabbed his swollen
appendage. The feel of it caught me off guard. The only cock I'd ever
touched had been my own and his in my hand was altogether different. It was
velvety soft, but firm; actually a very pleasant feeling. At my touch a
soft moan escaped his lips and his cock twitched in my hand. Steeling
myself I swallowed, took a deep breath and slid his cock into my mouth.

"Oh! God!" Emily yelled out in a cute high-pitched voice. His cock twitched
again, his veins pulsing in my mouth. I began to suck as I slowly slid his
soft member out of my mouth. When his head was all that was left I took it
back in as more pleasurable moans escaped his lips. I continued to pick up
the pace until I was bobbing up and down rapidly, his cock pistoning in and
out of my mouth. With each stroke he thrust his hips up, slamming his cock
all the way into my mouth. I tried my best to keep up, but at that point my
face was just being fucked like a wet pussy. Grabbing my own cock I began
beating away and as his moans bounced off of the walls around us I knew he
was nearing his climax. After another minute I felt his cock swell in my
mouth and I knew what came (no pun intended) next. "I'm- I'm gonna-!"
Suddenly his back arched, he threw his head back and as his first stream of
cum filled my mouth my eyes rolled back in my head and I came. I tried to
swallow his entire load, but distracted by my own pulsating orgasm, it was
filling my mouth quicker than I could get it down. After what felt like
ages Emily's cock stopped spurting into my mouth and I dropped back as my
own cock fell limp.

We both lied back against the tiled shower floor panting for air as the
water continued to pelt us from above. "So? How'd you like it?" Emily asked
proudly as he propped himself up on my chest. I managed a small laugh in
between breaths. The strong taste of cum still coating my tongue, I leaned
up and give him a peck on the lips.

"I loved it," I said honestly. He giggled and we both got up off the floor
and actually used the shower for what it's meant. After turning off the
water and drying each other off we separated to different rooms to get
dressed for the day. As a pretty easygoing guy my taste in clothes was
average at best. For me, a tshirt and jeans was a perfect outfit and the
height of my fashion sensibilities. Slipping on my shoes I stepped out into
the hall. "Hey, you ready yet?" I called out before stepping into the
doorway of my sister's room.

"Ready," he answered spinning around. Speechless, I stood in complete awe
at the amazingly, beautiful sight before me. Emily was wearing a cute,
yellow, sun dress, with matching yellow shin-high socks and white
sneakers. A sunflower hair clip held his bangs back from his face as he
beamed a vibrant smile at me. Its' radiance was like staring into the sun
and it struck me like a tsunami. "What?" he asked, amused by my
speechlessness. It took me a second to collect myself and find the words.

"You... you look... amazing," was the best I could come up with. He giggled
and walked over to give me a soft kiss on the lips.

"Oh, I know," he joked with a sly wink. I laughed and kissed him
back. Looking up at the clock it was a quarter past ten.

"Crap. We better get going or we'll be late." And with that we were out the
door, into the car and on the road. We talked and laughed as we drove down
the freeway to the mall. Since the night before we hadn't really done much
talking, if you know what I mean. We had a lot in common, we both loved
video games, hated dark sodas, loved hockey and thought reality tv was the
worst thing to happen in the history of television. After we finished
laughing a thought occurred to me. "Oh, crap. We need a story to tell my
friends. I don't think 'I picked her up on the side of the road' and 'Oh
yeah she's actually a guy' would go over very well with them," I said
sarcastically. "Probably not," he replied in the same vein. "So let's just
say we met online and-" Emily cut me off.

"Don't say that. That makes you sound pathetic and desperate," he said.

"Makes me sound pathetic? What about you?" I asked half seriously.

"They'll think I'm a girl. When girls use internet dating it's because
they're trying to find the right guy. When guys do it's because they're
desperate. That's what they say at least," he finished. Having no comeback
I just kept quiet. Who the hell are "they"... I wondered.

"Fine. We met at the library and hit it off." Emily nodded in
agreement. With that out of the way I let my curiosity get the better of me
and decided to find out a few things. "By the way, what's your real name?"
I asked cautiously. His past was a total mystery, but I remember how he'd
reacted the night before when I mentioned his home. "Adam," he answered
simply and easily. Adam. Such a regular name. Sneaking a peak it looked
like the question hadn't phased him. "I think I'll just stick with
Emily. Calling you 'Adam' is bit weird for me," I answered honestly.

"Whatever. I like 'Emily' better anyway," he replied. So with that I
decided to pry a bit more.

"How old are you?" I asked. It was starting to sound like an
interrogation. He grinned and looked at me.

"Why? How old do you think I am?" Taking my eyes off the road for a second
I hazarded my best guess. "I don't know fifteen, maybe sixteen?" This
seemed to amuse him and he began to laugh. "What? Older?" I asked.

"No! I just turned thirteen last month," he answered with another soft
laugh. My brow lifted slightly in shock at the answer. Thirteen? He was
almost five years younger than me. That didn't seem so bad though; my mom
and dad were nine years apart in age.

"Huh," I grunted in acceptance. "If they ask just say you're sixteen." And
with that we pulled off the freeway and into the mall parking garage. After
parking we made our way inside and found our way to the food court where my
friends were waiting. When we spotted each other we waved and then they
noticed the cute "girl" on my arm. Leaning over to each other they gave a
few shocked whispers before Emily and I made it over to their table.

"Hey, Mark what's going on?" Jamie said leaning forward giving me a knuckle
pound. Jamie and I had been friends since the fourth grade. We were more
like brothers than friends. He was almost half a head taller than me and
had the 'cool guy' look down perfect from the tousled short black hair to
the dark brown leather jacket.  Handsome enough to get a date from pretty
much any girl, but he still had to lay on the charm.

"Hey, Mark," Kelsey nodded at me with a friendly grin. I hadn't known
Kelsey for more than a few months at that point, but she clicked with all
of us instantly. She was a cute lesbian and, honestly, that might have been
the reason we accepted her so easily. That's guys for you. She had shoulder
length brown hair and was a bit athletic in build. After a few more
greetings they turned to look at Emily who stood by with a friendly
smile. "Who's this then?" Kelsey asked sitting forward. "Guys, this is
Emily," I said. They looked as if they expected more so I gave it to
them. "My girlfriend," I said with a sigh knowing what was next. An uproar
of teasing 'Ohhhhhhh's were thrown in our direction.

"Finally! Now we know your not gay!" my short, blond-haired, friend Danny
bellowed in mock triumph. Emily failed to stifle a laugh as she attempted
to turn away, but I caught his eye and grinned slightly.

"Yeah, but we still aren't sure about you, Danny," Kelsey shot back.

"Well, I am fabulous, after all," he admitted proudly. After a more laughs
and a bit more ball busting I decided to introduce Emily to the group.

"Emily, this is Jamie, Danny, Kelsey and Megan," I named off, pointing to
each as I called their name's. Megan was Kelsey's girlfriend and I really
didn't know her that well. She was pretty timid and soft-spoken, pretty
much never leaving Kelsey's side. Her long red hair seemed to act like a
curtain she often used to hide behind. Despite this she seemed to be
opening up more though. They all gave Emily a friendly smile and a head nod
or wave before we decided on what to eat for an early lunch. Our group
splintered off in separate directions to get our different meals before
meeting back up at our table. Emily and I got back first and waited for the
others. "So, what do you think of them?" I asked nodding towards them as
they approached the table.

"They seem nice." Glancing over at Kelsey and Megan he turned back to
me. "Your friends don't seem to mind those two being lesbians. Why don't
you just tell them the truth?" he asked. The thought had occurred to me,
but when I imagined telling them, butterflies filled my stomach and my
hands became clammy.

"Well for one most of them are guys. It's way easier for a guy to be
friends with a lesbian than with a... gay guy," I said, avoiding the
question.

"Not if you're already taken," he said, playfully grabbing my hand as the
rest of the group found their way back to their seats. Part way through our
meals the conversation turned to Emily.

"How'd you to meet anyway? We were on break and it's not like you're no
ladies' man," Danny said pointing at me with a french fry.

"Thanks a lot," I shot back sarcastically.

"We met at the library," Emily lied easily and convincingly. Kelsey gave a
sharp laugh at that answer.

"Since when do you go to libraries?" she scoffed at me with an amused grin
and a rough jab in the side.

"I read. Sometimes. Books are cool," I explained weakly, rubbing my
side. Everyone laughed at my expense and I even joined in knowing that it
was all in fun. No more questions about our meeting came after the laughter
died down so it was safe to assume that they bought our story. With our
food gone we got up and decided to hit up a few of the different stores. We
stopped in on a few of the more guy oriented stores and joked around with
the funny gag items before we came up on some big department store that
took up two levels and a whole side of the mall. No matter if a lesbian or
boy pretending to be a girl, I guess girls will be girls and so Kelsey,
Megan and Emily insisted we stop in for a while. Once inside the three took
off into the sea of clothes so I hung back with Jamie and Danny to give the
three of them some quality 'girl time'. We watched from a distance as the
three picked out different clothes items, holding them up to themselves and
each other. "And when, exactly, did you guys meet at 'the library'?" Jamie
prodded jokingly.

"Yesterday, actually," I answered half-truthfully. No harm in him knowing
that little detail.

"And you've already introduced her to your friends? Don't tell me I'm gonna
be asked to be best man at your wedding next week," he said with a grin and
laugh. I laughed with him. Danny leaned over to me with a mock serious look
on his face.

"So does she have an older sister or a hot mom or..." he trailed off.

"I think she has a brother that's just your type," I said, playfully
bumping him with my arm as the girls waved over at us.

"Danny! Danny! Come here real quick!" Kelsey called. With a sigh and a
'what-can-you-do' look he jogged over to the girls as they held different
clothes articles in front of his short, slight, body. He struck different
feminine poses and the girls roared with laughter. Jamie and I also started
laughing as Emily waved me over too.

"Uh-oh. I guess I'm in for it too," I said grimly. Jamie patted me on the
back.

"May the force be with you," he offered. As I approached Emily stepped
forward to meet me, a shirt hanging from a hangar in his hand.

"I don't think I could pull that off as well as Danny," I said
jokingly. With a hand on his hip Danny turned to me with his eyebrow
cocked.

"Damn straight girl," he said snapping a finger in my face. Kelsey pulled
him back as her and Megan laughed harder.

"I want to try this on," Emily told me. Looking up, I spotted a sign that
read 'Changing Rooms'.

"Well, the changing rooms are over there," I said pointing over at the
sign. Not picking up on the subtlety of what he was suggesting he spelled
it out for me.

"I want you to 'help' me try this on," he said with a sly grin. It dawned
on me and a wide smile splayed across my face. Taking my hand we hunched
over slightly and crept our way towards the changing rooms. We peeked
around the corner just as a woman hurried by followed by the changing
room's attendant. The rest of the rooms seemed empty so we quickly made our
way into one and closed the door, trying to stifle our excited laughs. The
second the latch slid into place on the door behind me Emily's body
collided with mine and I slammed back into the wall as our lips met. Our
mouths opened to one another's and our tongues explored as we panted heavy
breaths of fiery passion. I ran my hands up and down the soft material and
curves of Emily's back and tight ass. He moaned into my mouth as his hands
fought furiously with my zipper. Breaking off the kiss, I pushed him back
and undid my pants in a flash and threw my shirt over my head, leaving a
crumpled pile of clothes behind me. Thinking back it was convenient that
I'd decided to free-ball it that day. We slammed back into each other like
magnets, our lips embracing in a dance of hot breath. My hands slid up his
thighs as I impatiently tugged at his panties, pulling them free. He
stepped out of them as his hands pulled on my steel hard cock. Pulling back
from the kiss my head rolled back and my eyes closed as a gentle surge of
pleasure swam through me. Not yet far gone enough to not be concerned about
being caught I stopped him just long enough to warn him.

"We can't be too loud. We can't get caught," I whispered hurriedly. He
nodded quickly as he put his hands on my face and pulled my lips back into
his. A full length mirror hung on one wall as a bench, plenty of floor
space and hooks for hangars were the only features the room had. Not that
we needed much. Thankfully, though, the door to the changing room was a
full length door rather than the bottomless bathroom stall type door. A
minute more of kissing and I was at my limit. "I'm sorry. You have to..." I
whispered desperately, referring to a simple blowjob.

"Wait! I want you to... fuck me," he whispered back bluntly. My eyes shot
open in shock.

"What?!" I hissed back, unsure if I'd heard him right.

"Oh lord!" he said rolling his eyes. Quickly grabbing up my pants he pulled
out my wallet and grabbed the condom I kept inside it. He held it up to my
face.

"How did you-" I started but he cut me off.

"Every guy has at least one." He grabbed my hand and placed the condom in
it. "Use it," he said softly. I nodded and gulped. My shaky hands fumbled
with the wrapper until I finally managed to tear it open. Quickly I rolled
it over my stiff cock and looked back to Emily for approval. With a quick,
nervous smile he turned around and got down on his knees, laying his upper
body across the bench. Dropping to my knees I crawled up behind him and
flipped his yellow dress up onto his back. His smooth, hairless ass and
puckered pink hole stared back at me.

"Y-you ready?" I stuttered.

"Y-yeah," he whispered back, clearly as nervous as I was. Taking another
nervous gulp I grabbed my cock and placed the head at his hole's
entrance. Well, here we go! I thought. And with that, I popped my cock head
inside his ass. My body spasmed with pleasure and I heard Emily stifle a
groan as his fingers clenched one of the boards of the bench, his knuckles
turning white. After a minute or so his body relaxed and his breathing came
back down.

"Are you okay?" I asked, concerned I was hurting him.

"Y-yes. I'm fine," he said weakly.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.

"No!" he said sharply and firmly. "It's alright, keep going," he said. At
that I began pushing further into his tight asshole. The feeling was
incredible, the slick, warm, tight pressure surrounding my cock
entirely. Emily groaned some more turning to look back, his face clenched
as he winced, doing his best to bear the pain. When I was finally all the
way in, the look of pain on his face relaxed and a different expression
took it's place. "Oh... GOD!" he moaned a bit too loudly. Although, I took
note of it, I did nothing. I began to pull my cock back out and Emily bit
his lip, his eyes closed. Once almost completely out of his tight asshole I
slid back into him, quicker this time. A sharp gasp escaped his lips, but
there didn't look to be any pain so I began pumping in and out of his ass,
slowly at first. As I began to pick up speed Emily began to moan, although
softly, taking care so as not to be heard. Pretty soon I'd reached a steady
pace and I was swimming in ecstasy. Emily was now humping back to meet each
thrust as I slammed roughly into his wet hole.

"Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!" he hissed goading me on. Both of my hands were at
his waist, pulling his slender body back against my pounding cock when
suddenly he stopped and stood up as my cock slipped out with a wet
plop. The sudden cessation of fucking caught me off guard.

"What the fuck?" I whispered in shock. Quickly he turned and sat back on
the bench and lifted his legs in the air, exposing his shiny, gaping, wet
hole to me. Realizing that we were changing positions I stood up, lunged
back at him and slammed into him with one hard thrust. Emily shook, letting
out a quick sharp squeal at the shock of my dick plunging back inside
him. It had only been seconds, but reentering his ass was like coming home
to a party; it felt amazing beyond comparison. And with the new position it
felt different, but just as amazing in so many new ways. With his legs up
on my shoulders, I ferociously pounded away at his ass while he tugged
quickly at his own stiff cock with one hand and played with a nipple with
the other. I grunted with each thrust as he moaned softly. The sight of the
adorable boy impaled on my hard cock and moaning with pleasure as I turned
his ass inside out was almost too much to bare. We were both nearing climax
and we knew it. Picking up speed I fucked his ass with all abandon, the
slippery, wet slaps of our bodies pounding together a majestic
symphony. With one final, epic thrust I plunged inside him and my whole
body went stiff as a board as I came the hardest I'd ever cum in my entire
life. My eyes were clenched tightly shut, my vision a heavenly aura of pure
white. The feeling of intense pleasure rocked through my body like a
hurricane as if it would never stop. With one final, unbridled moan of
pleasure I could tell Emily was cumming too as his ass squeezed my spurting
cock harder than ever before. Cumming and cumming, it went on for days,
weeks, years, a lifetime before it finally ended. With the deed done, I
pulled out of him with a slick plop and flopped onto the bench beside
him. Luckily he'd manged to avoid dirtying his dress as a pool of cum
coated his tiny stomach and chest. The two of us panting and gasping for
air I glanced over at the cum and grinned slyly. Putting an arm over him I
leaned down and began to lick it off his hairless body. His eyes popped
open and he gave a breathy giggle.

"Looks like you've grown a taste for it," he gasped as I licked around his
nipple. A few more licks and he was spotless. Looking up into his face I
licked my lips and he smiled widely. He leaned forward, planting a soft
kiss on my lips and rubbed his nose softly against mine. Eskimo kisses is
what they're called I guess. After taking another minute or so to catch our
breath we dressed quickly. We'd been gone for almost fifteen minutes and
the others had probably noticed our absence already.

"Alright, you go out and lead the attendant away and I'll sneak out behind
you," I told Emily, handing him the shirt he'd never even taken off the
hangar. With a nod and a flash of teeth he gave me a peck on the lips as he
unlatched the door. He hesitated and turned back to me.

"Don't keep me waiting," he made me promise, the ecstatic hope in his voice
obviously asking for more than just the present.

Something welled up in my chest and I answered with every bit of honesty
and truth I'd ever had: "Never." His face lit up with an angelic smile and
he disappeared from sight. From outside his voice reached me as he led the
attendant away. Knowing I would now never be able to resist him, I quickly
followed.