Date: Sat, 20 Jan 2018 00:37:44 +0100 (CET)
From: smashing@tutanota.com
Subject: Brendon and Dale

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My name is Dale; I'm forty years old and I am a writer. A very specialized
writer. I write pornographic stories about sexual relationships between
boys and men. It doesn't put any bacon on the table but I like it a
lot. For my "day job" I do consulting which pays fairly well and gives me
plenty of time to do the things I like such as writing stories about men
and boys as well as hanging out at the local mall when school is out.

I needed to pick up a couple things from the men's wear shop I frequent in
the mall and, as usual on a Saturday, I took time to take in the local
sites. The boys were plentiful, mostly traveling in groups of two to four
boys. There were a number who had girls on their arms and I wasn't nearly
as interested in them as I was the ones who chose the company of other
boys. Occasionally I saw a lone boy wandering through the mall, looking in
windows and visiting shops that appealed to boys.

One boy in particular caught my attention as I sat in one of the chairs
provided by the mall. I judged him to be about eleven years old. This is
near the lower end of my age of sexual attraction but still acceptable for
my prurient interests. I enjoy looking at even younger boys too but the
sexual attraction just isn't there - cute but nothing more. I had seen this
boy in the mall on previous occasions. I could hardly miss him. With blond
hair, blue eyes, a splash of freckles which were beginning to fade as he
grew older and a smile that would have made old Scrooge melt, he looked a
lot like the star of a sitcom I had watched avidly about 25 - 30 years
earlier. Today he was wearing tight cutoff blue jeans that showed off a
nicely formed butt and a tee shirt with a picture of Che Guevara.

I wanted to know this beautiful boy so I decided today I would wait until
he stopped at a window then go up to him and begin a conversation about
whatever it was he found interesting in the shop window. But as the poet
Burns once said, "The best laid plans..." Several times, as I watched him,
he would see a man about my age looking at something in a shop window and
the boy would go and stand next to him, apparently talking to the men. Each
time the man would give him a puzzled or disgusted look and leave. Each
time the boy would also take off but in the opposite direction only to
return fifteen or twenty minutes later.

I finally took the initiative. When he reappeared I took my packages and
approached him. Standing next to him I pretended to look at the displays,
giving him a chance to look me over. I faced him and asked, "Now what's a
fine looking boy like you doing in a mall when you have the whole day off
and could go anywhere?"

He shrugged and responded, "I dunno. I just like it here," he said in his
young voice. He looked like he was trying to decide if he should bolt or
not. Apparently men didn't initiate too many conversations with him.

"I like it here too. After I've done my shopping I like to sit over there
and just watch people. You can join me if you like." I turned and headed to
the chairs without looking to see if he followed me. Either he would or he
wouldn't. He did and sat in the chair next to the one I had taken.

Setting my packages down I held out my hand. "I'm Dale by the way."

He had a radiant smile as he took my hand and shook it. "I'm
Brendon. Whatcha buy?"

"Nothing exciting. Just a pair of pants and a pack of tee shirts."

"Mom doesn't like to buy me new clothes. She says I'll just grow out of
them."

I laughed. "Well boys seem to have a habit of doing that." We talked for a
while. He told me his father had left when he was young, he had been raised
by his mother, where he lived which was surprisingly close to my home. I
told him a little about me and where I lived. That brightened him up even
more and he thought it would be nice to visit me sometimes. I thought it
would be more than nice but I didn't want to scare him away.

He told me he was thirteen which surprised me. Usually I can judge a boy's
age fairly closely. He complained, "A lot of people think I'm ten or eleven
and then they treat me like a little kid. It really pis... makes me mad."

"I can understand that. You're starting to grow up and you should be
treated accordingly. But you should consider there are some benefits to it
also. You can probably pay child prices at the movies years after your
friends have to pay adult prices." Laughing, he agreed with me.

"I'm getting a little hungry," I told him. "If you want to join me we'll go
over to the food court and I'll buy you a soda and some fries or
something." He agreed happily. It is my belief that if a teenager turns
down food it's time to get him to a doctor to find out what's wrong.

I stopped at the Chick-fil-A and got an order of chicken nuggets, waffle
fries and an iced tea. Brendon got the fries and a coke for himself. The
court was moderately crowded so I suggested we go outside. I wanted to have
a conversation with Brendon without any self-righteous ears listening
in. Brendon readily agreed to eating outside.

Escaping the interior of the mall, it was Brendon who suggested going to a
bench about a hundred feet from the entrance. "It's away from all the
smokers," he explained. That would give us the privacy I thought and
agreed. I felt we had an inexplicable connection growing between
us. Although we had just met it seemed we were 'kindred souls' the romance
writers like to spout about. I was hoping he felt the same way I did.

We sat and as we ate we talked about a variety of topics. I steered the
conversation to sexual subjects and Brendon didn't seem to mind. He didn't
have a girl friend, never had one but he thought about sex all the time. I
let him know that was what teens do and he laughed about that. When asked
he let me know he had never had sex but would be willing to try almost
anything.

"Is that what you were talking to those other men about?" I asked. He got
that 'deer in the headlights' look.

"Whaddaya mean?" He looked panicked.

"Don't worry. You have nothing to fear from me. I just thought you must
have been trying to get them to have some kind of sex with you. Was I
right?"

Brendon looked defeated and embarrassed. "I guess. I just don't know how to
do it. There are girls I could I do it with but I don't really want to do
it with a girl."

"I understand. I don't want to do it with a girl either."

"Really?" He perked up and looked much more cheerful.

"Really. You want to know who I really like to do it with?"

"Other men." He rolled his eyes like I had just asked a really stupid
question.

"Well, if there are only other men available, then yes but I much prefer
the company of boys."

"Boys? ... Really?" ... Boys like me?"

"Yes, boys. Yes really. Yes, like you. In fact I was hoping I could suck
your dick."

"Now? Here?" Apparently he wasn't at his best when surprised.

"Of course not here. If you are willing to come to my house we could have a
real good time there."

"You want me to go to your house?" I heard uncertainty in his voice.

"We can go somewhere else if you know of a safe place but my house would be
nice." He was starting to look scared. "You know the first time is always
scary. But I promise, as soon as I put your dick in my mouth the scary
feelings will become good feelings. So, what do you say, do you want me to
suck your dick?"

Brendon still looked scared but replied, "Yeah, sure."

While we rode in my car I tried to put him at ease talking about things his
was comfortable with - school, music, shows he had seen recently. He was
beginning to calm down some when we arrived.

"This is it," I said, "my humble abode. You know, you don't have to do this
if it is too scary. Just say the word and I'll drive you back to the mall."

"No," he said. "I want to do this." He got out of the car and started for
the door with me following.

Inside, he stood in the living room looking around. Not knowing what to do
he uttered the trite words, "Nice house."

I stood in front of him and caressed his cheek. "It is when there is
someone as good looking as you in it." He laughed nervously. "Would you
like something to drink?"

He was beginning to shake. "No, just do it."

"OK but you have to breathe. Take a deep breath and blow it out a couple
times." He did so and calmed down some. I took his shirt off and admired
his lovely chest. His nipples were erect and I ran my fingers over them and
pinched one gently bringing a moan from Brendon. His hardon was showing
clearly in his cutoffs. I ran my hand over it and squeezed. Another moan.

He wore no belt so I unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper
down. Kneeling before him I pulled the shorts down to his ankles and raised
his leg for him to step out. As he did so I pulled off his shoe and slid
that side off his leg. I repeated the actions with the other leg, leaving
him wearing only a pair of powder blue panties with white lace trim.

"Nice," I said caressing his hips, balls and hard dick through the silky
smooth fabric.

"Do you like them?"

"I do," I replied and caressed him some more.

He stepped out of the panties after I pulled them down. Sitting back I
admired the nude form in front of me. He was beautiful. His rock hard cock
was four, maybe four and a half inches long with a tuft of still soft,
blond hair above it that was a little darker than the hair on his head. His
nuts were drawn up tight under his cock in a wrinkled sack.

"You have a very nice boner."

"Thanks." He was starting to shake again so I thought I should begin.

I kissed the tip and worked my way down to kiss both his walnut sized
balls. I put my tongue under both of them then ran it all the way up his
cock and over the tip. Brendon inhaled sharply, hissing as he did. "Oh my
God!" he exclaimed softly.

His boner was incredibly hard as I held it and licked its head. I ran my
tongue all over it and concentrated on the opening of the cannon that would
soon be shooting juice into my mouth. I continued tonguing as I took the
tip into my mouth and fondled his balls. Mewling sounds softly escaped from
his mouth while I worked my magic.

Swiftly I went down on him, taking the entire shaft into my mouth. I felt
the tip push against the back of my mouth, just short of gagging me; his
soft pubic hair tickled my nose. "Oh my God," he repeated. "Sweet
mother... " I let him bask in the wet warmth of my mouth for a short minute
then began stroking him with my lips keeping my tongue pressed firmly
against the hard essence of boyhood sex as I traversed the base to the tip
and back.

"This is really great, Dale. I can't believe you are really doing this to
me. It's awesome!"

I let his boner slip from my mouth and began licking it all over. "Feels
good to have your dick sucked, does it?"

"Oh, yeah it does. Do you do this a lot?"

"Not nearly as often as I would like to." I sucked his balls into my mouth
and rolled them around. Brendon groaned.

I let his nuts slip out of my mouth and took his young cock again and began
sucking in earnest. "Oh, yes,"he moaned. After short moment he put his
hands on either sided of my head, tentatively at first, presumably testing
to see if it was alright. It was fine with me and soon he was holding me
firmly, directing my movements. I ran both hands all over his soft, baby
smooth butt. He seemed to like that. With one hand I caressed his belly and
chest, letting my fingers slide over his erect nipples and fingering his
navel. His chest and belly was just as soft and baby smooth as his butt.

"This is so great!" he was beginning to pant, uttering little sounds of
ecstasy. I pulled back so little more than the tip was in my mouth and
began rapidly rubbing the sensitive spot below the head with my tongue.

"Oh, yes. Oh, yes!" I knew he was getting close. Still holding his boy cock
in my mouth and continuing to rub with my tongue, I looked up at his
face. He was looking down at me, watching his hard dick penetrate my mouth
as he held my head, guiding me. Our eyes locked. A strangled groan came
from him. He raised up on his toes and his cannon shot its first load deep
into my mouth. He watched as he shot into my mouth again and
again. Finally, having spent all he had, he closed his eyes, relaxing, and
sighed an "aah."

I stroked him a few times with my mouth then withdrew and, looking up at
him, asked, "How did you like your first blow job?"

He looked at me very seriously and replied, "It was incredible." Then he
grinned like he just realized he had gotten blown.

I smiled, knowing I had pleased this wonderful young man. "Well, I really
enjoyed giving you your first blow job."

I stroked his boner with my hand, milking the last few drops of cum from it
which I carefully licked off making sure he could see it transferred from
the tip of his dick to my tongue and into my mouth.

I stood up and hugged him. He returned the hug so I kissed him, rubbing his
back and butt. He returned the kiss and when we broke he grinned and said,
"I can taste it on your lips."

"Is that OK?" I asked. He didn't say anything but nodded his head in
accession.

After holding him for a while I asked, "Do you want to suck me now?"

"OK." He sank to his knees in front of me and fumbled my pants open,
pulling them down far enough to free my throbbing cock. I pulled my shirt
up to get it out of the way.

"It's big," he said as he stared at it in his hand.

"Your's will be this big by the time you've grown up."

Pulling my cock down he inched toward it as though trying to decide if he
really wanted to do this but finally his red boy lips engulfed the head of
my cock. I felt his tongue run around it for a minute then he pulled
off. "It doesn't taste bad," he said smiling.

"I hope not. If it did that would mean I didn't keep it very clean."


He inspected it thoroughly then took it in his mouth again and started
stroking it with his lips. There was a lot of slurping and other sounds the
inexperienced make but I was satisfied and wanted to give him some
encouragement. "You're doing fine. That feels great."

Pulling away from it with a smack he held it with one hand and wiped his
mouth with the back of his other hand. Looking up at me he asked, "Do I
have to suck it?"

With horror I thought he believed he was being coerced into sucking my
dick. I had no intention of that at all. I thought he understood it was
just a request. "No, of course you don't have to suck it. I don't want you
doing anything you don't want to do. Get dressed and I'll take you home or
back to the mall or anywhere you want to go."

"No, it's not like that. I don't mind sucking it." He hesitated a bit. "But
will you put it in the other end?"

Maybe I had died and this was heaven. Here was a beautiful blond boy who
let me give him a blow job, didn't mind sucking my dick and was asking for
anal sex. Only in a boylover's wildest dreams did this happen.

"That probably isn't a good idea today. Without preparation it could really
hurt you."

"It'll be OK. Sometimes I put things in my butt."

I think to myself that rectal thermometers and pens don't really prepare a
boy for anal sex. "I'm not sure you're ready for something this big."

"I've put things this big in it," he replied indignantly, giving my hardon
a shake.

"You're the boss. We can try it. Let's go into the bedroom though."

Brendon jumped up with a "Yes!" and started pulling me to the back of the
house as I struggled to keep my pants from falling down to my ankles and
tripping me.

"You've gotta be naked too," he announced once we were in the bedroom. I
let my pants and shorts fall then kicked them off. I pulled my shirt over
my head and pulled him into a hug. His body felt hot against mine and my
hardon pressed against his belly while I caressed his back and butt. We
kissed for a while, our tongues plying each other and he sucked on my
tongue for a bit. Finally we broke the embrace.

"Get on the bed," I instructed while I found my K-Y. I positioned him on
his hands and knees and began applying the lube to his butt hole. Working
my finger in and out I massaged his prostate eliciting groans and moans
from Brendon. He was taking this very well so I inserted a second finger
and worked him with both. He handled two fingers as easily as one so I
lubed up my throbbing, rock hard cock and wiped my hands on a towel I had
brought with the K-Y.

"If you're ready we'll try this now. Please let me know if it hurts and we
can stop. In fact any time you want to stop just say so."

"Go ahead, put it in." I moved up and put the tip of my cock against the
rosebud of his butt and began pushing, gently at first then with greater
pressure. Suddenly the resistance disappeared and the head of my dick went
in.

"Ouch!" Brendon exclaimed and he moved away from me, escaping from my cock.

"Sorry, sorry. We'll stop now."

"No, not yet." He backed toward me, reached between his legs and, grabbing
my cock, proceeded to guide it into his butt hole. This time it went in
easily and apparently without pain to Brendon.

I began humping Brendon's butt, first with gentle, short strokes then
increasing the depth of penetration until my hard cock was completely
buried in the boy's milky white butt. I rubbed his back as I rocked in and
out. Brendon grunted, groaned and moaned, occasionally whispering,"Yesss."

I was enraptured with the sensations I was feeling in his nether
regions. The tightness of his anal sphincter around my hardon as it slid in
and out as well as the warmth of the canal I occupied. "You are so
wonderful, Brendon. I have been dreaming about this for years. I just
didn't know it was you I had been dreaming about."

"Stop. Stop." I pulled back and out of him and Brendon laid on his stomach
panting.

"Are you OK? Did I hurt you?" I was worried.

"No, I'm fine," he reassured me as he rolled over onto his back. "I just
want to hold you while you do me." His legs were spread and he held out his
arms to embrace me. I positioned myself and entered him again. This time
there was no problem and I went in deep. He wrapped his legs around me,
locking his feet in the small of my back. He held me, hugging me to his
chest.

I began moving in and out then kissed him. He responded by returning my
kiss with much more passion than with other kisses he had given me. I
whispered in his ear, "Brendon, you are the most wonderful boy I've ever
had. I've had dreams about you and now you're no longer a dream." He rubbed
my back and grabbed my butt with both hands. His passion was pushing me
over the edge. The more he responded to me the more I wanted to please him
and the more it pleased me.

Looking into his blue eyes I saw lust wanting desperately to be
satiated. I'm not sure but I think I heard him whisper, "I love you."

"Brendon, I'm going to cum." My movements became frantic.

"Yes, shoot it deep inside me. Give me everything you have. Do it
hard. Yesss."

Thrusting it as deep as possible, I moaned as my juice filled him spurt
after spurt. He held me tight and whispered repeatedly, "Yes, yes."

When I was finished I laid on top of Brendon limply as he continued to hold
me tight. "You are my man," he said as he held my head between his hands
and kissed me some more. I rolled off him so he wasn't supporting my
weight. We were still embraced, facing each other, kissing and
nuzzling. With one hand I stroked his naked body from his shoulder, down
his side, over his hip and as far down his leg as I can reach then back
again. He seemed to enjoy this and I told him what a wonderful boy he is.

My heart and respiration rates finally dropped enough for me to function
again so, after seeing the state of his member, I looked him in the eye and
said, "You must be ready for another blowjob by now."

"I would like that," he responded with a smile.

I gently pushed him onto his back and lay between his legs with my head
above his crotch. His downy hair was damp and matted; the smell of manly
perspiration and sex rose to meet me. I took his rigid member in my mouth
and began working to release the sexual tension which must have built up to
an incredible level.

"Oh yes, that feels so nice, I can't believe you are doing this to me. All
I wanted was for a man to put it in my bottom."

I paused to answer. "Now that wouldn't be very fair to you, now would it?
Besides, I like this as much as the other." I resumed working on his shaft.

"Mmmm, that feels really good. I'm so glad I met you."

I sucked his dick a little longer this time, which was to be expected after
one blowjob already and it gave me more time to enjoy his boner in my
mouth. He got lost in the sexual feelings of my warm, wet mouth and began
to moan. Soon his hips began thrusting to my mouth with each stroke of my
lips. His hands cradled my head as he got closer to his release.

With a cry he stiffened, hips thrust up to meet me while he held my head
tight against his body. Hot cum flooded my mouth and I swallowed rapidly to
keep it all. Again I milked the juice from his dick and licked it
off. Satisfied I had gotten it all, I crawled up and embraced him in my
arms, caressing his wonderful naked body. He was very compliant to my
attentions and returned my kisses. There was no hesitation at all this time
and he thrust his tongue into my mouth and sucked on my tongue, savoring
the flavors he found there.

After cuddling a while I asked, "Should you be getting home or back to the
mall soon?"

"I suppose," he replied but was reluctant to leave our embrace.

Getting off the bed I told him, "You can clean up in my bathroom."

"No," he replied,giving me a Cheshire Cat grin. "I think I want to stay
like this as long as I can. I'll just get dressed and you can take me to
the mall, if that's OK."

"Of course that's OK." We both got dressed and I drove him back to the
mall. During the drive I couldn't keep myself from touching his arm or leg
or holding his hand briefly. As he was getting out of my car I asked, "Am I
going to see you again?"

"I'll be here next Saturday."

"Then I will be too."

With his Cheshire grin he said,"In that case I will wear something special
for you." He closed the car door and walked away before I could say
anything else.

I can hardly wait for next Saturday to get here.