Date: Thu, 3 Nov 2011 20:40:45 -0700
From: pat.steele23@gmail.com
Subject: The Adventures of Nate

This is a story about sex between a man and a minor.  If you have a hard
time separating fiction from reality, then you should not continue to read
this story (thank you Xavier L for the verbiage).

My name is Nate.  I was 9 years old the summer this story took place.  So
needless to say, I was small.  But I was even smaller for my age, just
under 4 feet and weighed less then 50lbs.  I had brown shaggy-straight
hair, green eyes, olive skin and lips that were plump like my mom's.  Like
I said I was very petite for my age, but I had a plump butt and was often
made fun of by my brother and his friends because if it's size.

School was out for the summer and my parents were both working long hours.
They would leave around 7am and come home at 7pm or 8pm.  My brother was 7
years older than me and supposed to be watching me; however, he, too, would
leave to hang out with his friends.  We lived in a small town in Northern
California, so it was a safe place for a kid to roam.  In my neighborhood,
there were a lot of older kids, most of them my brother's age, in high
school or college; there were no kids my age.  The older kids never minded
me tagging along with them, because I wanted to do everything they wanted
and I would anything they told me!

One morning I left the house on my bicycle and made my way through the
neighborhood.  I had just turned the corner when I heard my name being
called.  I turned my head to look who was calling me and smacked right into
a mail box; falling off my bike.  I was a bit dazed, but as I came to there
was someone there saying my name and asking me if I was alright.  When I
could see straight again, I could see the voice that was calling me was
Chris; one of the neighborhood guys who always let me hang out with him.
Chris was 19, 6?1, had brown hair and brown eyes and about 200lbs of solid
muscle.  He had a natural tan from being outside playing sports or working
around his parent's house.

"Sorry, Nate.  I didn't mean to make you crash."  Chris was saying, as I
gazed into his beautiful eyes.  "Here, let's get you inside to make sure
you're ok."  Chris continued.

He didn't even wait for me to respond, he just picked me up and carried me
through the garage and into the house.  Chris set me down on the counter,
next to the sink, with my legs hanging off the counter with him inbetween.
I could feel his breath on my face as he inspected my forehead.  I had
never been this close to Chris and could smell the faint scent of sweat and
manliness, mixed with detergent from his clothes.  God it was hot!  I just
clung onto the sides of his tee shirt and took in his smell for what seemed
like an eternity.  Finally, Chris turned and walked over to the other side
of the kitchen and grabbed a towel from the kitchen drawer and soaked it
with cold water.  He returned to his station between my legs and began
dabbing my cut with the towel.

"Ahhhh!"  I wailed.  "What is that?"

"Shhh, it's just some hydrogen peroxide mixed with some water.  It's
stinging now, but it will feel better in a minute."  Chris said, never
stopping the process of cleaning up my gash.

I had wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his thick neck and I
was pulling him into me; without realizing it and squeezing hard.  God his
body felt really solid and the smell of him was intoxicating to my little
boy senses.  My wailing turned into small little whimpers.

"Almost done Nate."  Chris said.  "There.  All better." He said and pulled
me off him.  "How are you feeling little man?" He asked.

"Fine.  Thank you for fixing my cut." I replied.

"No problem.  I feel bad; it was sort of my fault for calling you're name."
Chris said, and stroked some hair out of my face.  "Want to hang out and
watch some TV?" Chris asked.

"Sure, sounds fun." I said.

Chris picked me up, cradling me like a baby and carried me through the
kitchen, into the living room and set both of us on the couch.  The way we
landed, my legs were over his lap and his arm was wrapped round my
shoulders.  Chris turned on the TV to some old western that was on.  I
hated westerns, but didn't want to say anything because I was enjoying
being on the couch, cuddle up next to him.  With my legs over his lap, I
could feel something really hard through his basket-ball shorts; even at 8
years old, I knew it was his raging hard-on.  I moved my legs just enough
to cause friction, but not enough for Chris to think this was intentional.
With every movement of my legs, I could feel Chris' cock thrash around in
his shorts.  Chris moved his hand to his crotch and began adjusting
himself, holding his cock through his shorts so it was clear where and how
big his cock was.  He looked down at me while doing so and caught me
stairing at the outline of his cock and licking my lips.

"What are you looking at Nate?"  Chris asked me.

My face burned and I was sure I was as red as a brick.
"Naaa..Naa...Nothing."  I studdered.

"mmmmmm."  Chris gave out a low manly moan-growl; while rubbing his cock.

I just sat there unable to look away or keep my tongue in my mouth.

"Give me your hand Nate; I want you to feel something."  Chris said.

I did as I was told and held my limp hand up for Chris to grab.  As he
grabbed my hand he said,

"You have nice soft hands; this will feel nice."

Chris took my hand and guided it under his shorts.  As soon as my small
hand made contact with his raging hard man cock, he let out a deep growl
that startled me.  Chris felt me flinch and said,

"Don't be afraid... this feels good.  Do you like this Nate?"

I didn't know what to say.  Of course I LOVED this, but didn't want Chris
to know I was gay.  I was afraid he would tell everyone in the neighborhood
and no one would like me anymore.

"It's ok Nate, I really like the feel of your hands.  Do you want to come
with me into my room?" He asked.

"S-S-Sure."  Was all I could muster.

"Ok, but whatever we do today has to stay between you and me Nate, no one
else can know ok?  If someone found out, they would think you were sick and
take you away from me and your family."  Chris said very confidently.

"I would never tell.  I don't want to be taken away."  I replied.

With that Chris picked me up; this time like a toddler.  My legs wrapped
around his waist, my arms wrapped around his neck and my head resting on
his shoulder.  As he walked us into his room, Chris let his shorts fall off
his body and could feel his hard cock slapping against my bubble butt as we
made our way from the living room to his bedroom.  Chris laid me down on
his bed and took his shirt off.  I quickly followed suit and removed my
t-shirt and shorts because I felt weird being the only one with clothes on.
However, I did leave my superman underwear on, because I was too
embarrassed to take them off.  It was a good thing I took my shower this
morning and put on new underwear, otherwise I could have been really
embarrassed.

"MMMM, your underwear is so cute Nate." Chris growled while looking at my
crotch.

I just smiled and blushed.  Family had told me I was cute before, but never
a stranger and let alone in my underwear on a bed.  Chris crawled
in-between my legs and I naturally wrapped my legs around his waist.  He
took both my hands in one of his and pinned them behind my head; placing a
lot of his weight on my small frame.  The feel of his body next to mine was
thrilling and my little boy cock was so hard I thought it would burst
through the skin.  Chris used his other hand to feel all over my body and
was really giving my bubble butt a good massage.  I let out a moan and
threw my head back into the pillows.  God I loved this feeling of Chris'
slightly rough hands all over my body, I didn't want it to stop.  I
continued to moan, vocalizing my ecstasy, while Chris continued to roam my
body and grind his cock into my hips.  Chris lowered his head to my ear and
said

"God you're so sexy.  I want to do things to you... but I don't know if
you'll like them."

At this point I no longer cared.  Chris could beat me up or kick me out on
the street with no clothes on; as long as I could continue to feel his body
next to mine for a few more minutes.

"It?s ok Chris, I trust you." I said, in my little boy voice.  Even to me
my voice sounded different, softer, more like a girls.

That was all the permission Chris needed.  He sat up in one quick motion,
and ripped my little boy underwear off my body.

"Get up."  Chris said gruffly.

There was a total change in his voice, too, and in the way he looked at me.
I sat up on my knees, like Chris was doing.  Chris got off the bed and
stood up next to it.  I followed him to the edge of the bed, but was
stopped by his rough hands on my chest.  Chris's man cock was pointing
right at me.  It was huge!  About as round as one of my dad's bear bottles
and as long as my little boy forearm.  His balls didn?t exactly hang, but
they were large like two peaches; fuzz and all.

"I want you to lick and suck my cock like a Popsicle."  Chris said in his
gruff voice, while strocking his man tool.

I opened my mouth and started diving for his cock, but I felt Chris' hand
move from my chest onto my forehead.  I looked up at Chris, and he was just
smiling.  All of the sudden I felt a slap across my face.

"Ouch," I whined.  But before I could move I felt another slap on the other
side of my face.

"You like getting slapped with my big man dick?" Chris asked, or more like
stated.

Once I realized what it was, he whipped it across my face again.

"mmmmmmm." Was all I could moan.  I grabbed his cock and started rubbing it
all over my face.

"That's it, Nate.  That's a good cock whore."  Chris said.

My boy cock responded to being called a whore and Chris took notice.

"You like being my little cock whore, don't you Nate?"  Chris asked

"Yes." I responded, breathlessly.

With that Chris moved his hand to the back of my head and shoved his cock
in my mouth and down my throat.  I was instantly choking on his massive
hard cock and trying desperately to move my head back.  I felt like my lips
were going to split open and that I would never beable to breath again.

"Don't fight it, faggot.  Just breathe through your nose." Chris said in
response to my movement.

The tear welled up in my eyes, and after a few seconds I found a way to
breathe through my nose.  As soon as I was able to get some air, my throat
muscles relaxed and I felt Chris' cock move further down my throat.  I felt
like my jaw was going to pop off but I liked the tasted of his cock.  Chris
began moving his hips back and forth.

"Fuck, this feels good Nate.  You like me fucking your throat?"

All I could do was moan in agreement and feel the vibrations from my throat
onto Chris's cock.

"Yeah, I knew you would like this.  Fuck you give better head then my
girlfriend." Chris said while his fucked my face faster and faster and
pulled harder on my shaggy hair.

I felt Chris' balls slap up against my chin and throat.  Not knowing what
to do with my hands I reached up and grabbed Chris' smooth, muscular butt
and began massaging like he had done to me.

"AAAAAHHHHHHH, Fuck yeah you little faggot whore.  Fuck, you feel awesome."
Chris said loudly.

"Fuck yeah, take this man cock.? He continued.

Chris continued to fuck my throat for what seemed like a life time, but was
probably more like 2-3 minutes.

Finally, Chris announced, "Fuck, I'm going to cum!!!!!"

I felt his hands pull really tight on my hair as his balls lifted upward
and he buried my noise into his pubes.  His hips slowed and I felt a warm
liquid fill my throat.

"Fuck yeah bitch! Don't let a single drop out of your mouth, swallow my hot
man juice."  Chris ordered.

I began swallowing as fast as I could, but Chris pulled out quickly
shooting the more of his load all over my face and in my hair.  After he
painted my little boy face, he stuck the tip of his cock back in my mouth
and said,

"Suck on my cock slut; just like you were drinking from a bottle."

I obeyed and began sucking his cock and swallowing his juices like I use to
with my sippy cup; I actually still use them because mom says I'm not old
enough for a big boy cup yet.  Chris pushed my head back, off his cock and
crawled onto the bed and sprawled out in the middle of it.  He motioned for
me to come to him, so I moved over and laid down next to him.  Chris moved
me into the position he desired; curled up in his arm-pit, with one leg
draped over his stomach and my head resting on his chest.

"You are one hot little boy, Nate."

"Thanks, I like being like this with you." I replied.

"From now on, Nate, you're mine.  I own you.  And you call me daddy or sir,
got that?"

"Mmmmmmmmm, yes daddy." I purred and nestled closer to his body.


I hope you all enjoyed this story.  Please feel free to give me feedback...
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