Bubble Butt

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Bubble Butt

He had the cutest `bubble butt' I've seen on man or boy, and I've always been an ass man. If I guy has a nice ass, it doesn't matter to me what his dick is like.

He showed up at my door one afternoon asking me if I wanted to subscribe to his dad's neighborhood newspaper for $10 a month. "I deliver them," he said.

It would be worth ten bucks a month just to see his cute butt now and then, so I said yes. He handed me a card to fill out, I wrote my name, address and phone number on it.

Looking at the card, he says, "Lucas! My name is Lucas."

"Your last name is Lucas?"

"No, my first name is Lucas, but everyone calls me Luke."

"Kids in high school used to call me Lucas or Luke," I told him.

"That's cool," he said, and looking at my TV, he saw that I had a game on pause."

"Is that a PlayStation 4?"

"Yeah."

Then, he saw the VR headset lying on a table. "Fuck!" he said. "That's a VR headset, isn't it?

He looked about ten and I was surprised to hear `Fuck!' come out of his mouth, especially since he just met me, but I said, "Yep. Do you want to try it out?"

"Oh, please," he said. "My dad won't let me have any kind of videogame console. He says they didn't have them when he was a kid -- he played outside -- and I don't need one either. I'd love to play it. I've never even seen a VR game."

I reset the game for him, told him how to play it, and changed the VR headset settings so it would fit his smaller head.

He loved it. "Oh shit! Fuck! Fuck me!" he'd say, sometimes, "Oh shit! I'm fucked now," when he was about to get killed.

Glancing at his crotch, I saw the kid had an erection. It was tenting his shorts. Seeing it, gave me one. During a game reset -- the game was mirrored on the TV -- he reached down and rearranged his dick, seemingly oblivious that I might be watching him -- but VR does that to you. It transports you to a different world.

He stayed for over an hour, trying out different games, until he pulled off the headset and said, "Oh shit! What time is it?"

"Almost seven," I said.

"Fuck! I'm in trouble. I was supposed to come straight home. Came I come back sometime and play some more?"

"Anytime, Luke," I said. "Come back anytime."

Looking down, he saw the tent his dick was making in his shorts, grinned, and said. "Playing it gave me a fucking hard-on. I'm going to have to jack off tonight for sure."

My mouth dropped open at that. "How old are you, Luke?"

"Ten, almost eleven," he said.

"How close to being eleven?" Ten was stretching it I thought.

"In April," he said. That was June. April was ten months away.

"You're ten, and you masturbate?"

"Yep. It's fun. I've been doing it since I was a little kid."

"You're kind of a little kid, now."

"No, I mean really little, like six or seven." I wondered if he climaxed, but it didn't seem appropriate to ask him. He answered me without my having to ask. "I can't squirt or nothing, but it really feels good. Do you jack off?"

"Well, I said. "I don't think we should be having this conversation. Do you tell everyone you masturbate?"

"No," he said, "just you."

"Why me?"

"A kid I know told me you're gay, and I'm gay too."

I started to say, `How do you know you're gay?' but I knew I was by the time I was in the first grade. It was other boys, the cutest ones, I was in love with, not the cute girls. Hell, I hardly looked at them.

"How do you feel about that?" I said, making the question deliberately ambiguous. It could have been how did he feel about me being gay or it could have been how did he feel about being gay.

He shrugged and answered both of my unvoiced question: "I'm gay; that's what I am. Why should it bother me that I am? Does it bother you that you're gay?"

"No, I like being gay," I said. "You said it better than I could have. Being gay is what I am."

"Cool," he said. "I like it that you're gay. I don't have any gay friends. Can I come back sometime? We can talk, and I can play videogames."

"You can come back anytime to play videogames, but we should probably keep any sex talk to a minimum. People wouldn't understand."

`'Cool," he said "I got to go. Maybe, I can come back tomorrow. Okay?"

Against my better judgement, I said, "Okay," and he was back waiting when I got home from work.

"Is this the time you get home every day?" he asked.

"Yeah, sometime between 5:30 and 6:00, depending on the traffic," I said. "I don't know whether you should come over everyday."

"Please," he pleaded.

"Okay, you can come over anytime, but sometimes, I go out and don't get home until late."

"Do you like go out on a date?"

"Sometimes."

"With another guy?"

"Well, I am gay, so with another guy?"

"Do you suck his cock?"

"That's a discussion I'm not going to have," I said. "Let's change the subject."

"I sucked an older boy's cock once. He made me do it because he knew I was gay, but I liked doing it. He squirted in my mouth and made me swallow it."

"If any boy makes you do that, tell someone."

"But I liked doing it."

"Let's change the subject, okay, or I'll have to ask you to go home," but I'll have to admit I was turned on by his revelations. Hell, I'd been almost fourteen before I'd jacked off, and I was eighteen before I'd sucked my first cock, my best friend's cock, and he wasn't even gay. Still, he liked having his cock sucked. H wouldn't suck mine, but he would jack me off while I sucked his. Luke had sucked a cock at ten, and he'd been jacking off since he was six or seven. I knew some boys started early, but I'd never heard of one jacking off at six or seven, and while he'd been forced to suck that kid's cock, he had liked it.

When I'd threatened to send him home, I'd got up to open the door as if I was going to make him leave, so he had stopped talking about sex and put on the VR headset to play a game. I stood watching him. Goddamn! He was cute and he did have the cutest butt I'd ever seen on a kid. I had to admit I was turned on by his talk, and I had often jacked off thinking about having my dick between the crack of his butt. Hell, the kid had as much as said he would suck my dick. He hadn't actually said that, but when he had told me how he'd liked sucking that kid's dick I felt he'd been telling me he wanted to suck mine. Maybe, that was my imagination, but I didn't think it was.

After staying about an hour, and he was leaving, he said, "See you tomorrow."


I knew I should have told him he shouldn't spend so much time over at my house, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

He'd been coming over about a month when he said, "Will you show me your dick?"

My mouth dropped open. "I can't show you my dick. Do you know how much trouble I would be in if someone find out I showed you my dick?"

"Who's going to know?" he said. "I won't tell anyone. I never told anyone that kid made me suck his dick. I wouldn't tell anyone you showed it to me. I'll show you mine."

Goddamn! I did want to see him naked. What would it hurt? Hell, the kid knew more about sex at ten than I had at fifteen or sixteen. He was just curious, I told myself. I had been at that age, sneaking looks at dicks while standing at a urinal in the bathroom at school or in some other public restroom. Aren't all boys curious?

"Okay, just a peek," I said, but you can't tell anyone I let you see it."

I didn't tell him he had to show me his, but that was implied. He had proposed it after all.

No sooner had I said it than his shorts were down around his ankles. He wasn't wearing underwear. His hard dick stuck straight out above a round, tight, ball sac. I got hard looking at it.

He saw the bulge in my shorts. "Your thing is hard, isn't it?"

Admitting it, I said, "Yeah, it's hard."

"Did it get hard because you saw mine?"

"That and other things."

"Like what?"

"You've got the cutest butt I've ever seen."

`What's cute about it?"

"I call it a bubble-butt. It's round and fully packed. It's fucking hot. I love looking at it."

"How about my dick? Is it cute?"

"Yeah, it's about the cutest dick I've ever seen."

"It's not very big. That boy that made me suck his dick had one this long," and he held his hands apart by about six or seven inches. Is yours that big."

"I don't know. That's pretty big.""

"I wish mine would grow."

"You haven't started puberty yet. It'll grow."

I thought he had forgotten about our deal: show me yours, and I'll show you mine, but fat chance: he hadn't. "Let me see it," he said. "You said you would."

"Okay," I said, pushing down my shorts and underwear. They collected around my ankles. My dick like his, stuck straight out from my crotch.

"I like it," he said. "It's not as big as Tommy's, but I like it."

I supposed Tommy was the boy that made Luke suck him.

"It does the job," I said.

"Do you like having it sucked?"

"Uh...yeah."

"I'd suck it, if you'd let me."

"Do you know what would happen to me if anyone found out I let you suck my dick?"

"I never told on Tommy, and he made me suck his," he said, affirming that he was the kid that made Luke suck his cock.

He walked up to me, reaching out to touch my dick, a tentative touch at first, but then he took hold of it and began stroking it. I knew I should have stopped him, but I just couldn't. He kept stroking my dick until I came. I pulled him down to the floor on top of me and began kissing him, running my tongue in to his mouth and telling him how much I loved him. As we lay there, he scooted down until he was between my legs and took my dick into his mouth. Instead of pushing him away, I grasped the back of his head, pulling him to me, plunging my dick into his mouth, sometimes hitting the back of his throat and making him gag, but that didn't stop him. He kept sucking my cock until I came and spurted my load into his mouth. He swallowed every last drop.

"Suck me," he said, after he was through.

Fuck! What could I do. I was already screwed if anyone found out, so I took his dick into my mouth, and he humped my mouth until he came. I don't mean he squirted or anything like that, but as he humped my mouth, he moaned, "Oh...oh...oh," and I had no doubt but that he was climaxing.

"You better go," I said.

"Why? I want to do it again."

"Because if you stay, I'll want to do other things."

"What?"

"Stick my dick between your lovely butt cheeks and into your ass."

"Do guys do that?"

"Yeah."

"What's it called?"

"Fucking. They call it fucking."

"Have you ever fucked someone?"

"Yeah, lots of times."

"Has anyone ever fucked you?"

"Lots of times."

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah, I like it a lot."

"Which is best, to fuck someone or to get fucked?"

"I don't know. I like them both."

"Have you ever fucked a kid like me?"

"Not one as young as you."

"How old was the one you fucked?"

"Which one.? I fucked a couple of them."

"Both of them then."

"The youngest was fourteen, and the other one was sixteen."

"Did they come to your house like I did?"

"No. I met them in the park. I paid them to let me fuck them. They were hookers I guess."

"What's a hooker?"

"Someone who gets paid to have sex."

"You mean people pay for it? Would someone pay me?"

"Yeah, I'm sure they would, but someone might also kidnap or kill you, too, so don't even think about trying it."

"Would you pay me if I let you fuck me?"

"I'm not even saying I'd fuck you."

"Why not?"

"Because you are so fucking young, and it would probably hurt until you get used to having a dick up your ass."

"Did it hurt you the first time?"

"Yeah."

"But you still do it, don't you?"

"Yeah."

"Does it still hurt?"

"No. Not any longer."

"But, you like it, don't you?"

"Yeah, I like it."

"Then, fuck me. I won't even charge you for it this time."

"Do you know what you're asking me to do? Do you know how much trouble I could be in if I were caught?"

"So, lock the door, and we won't be caught. Besides, you said you'd be in trouble if you let me suck your dick, but you let me anyway."

The kid had a point, and I did want to fuck him. I wanted that more than anything I could imagine wanting.

"Okay," I said, "but don't say I didn't warn you, and don't tell anyone, not even some of your friends."

"My friends are all little kids," he said, as if that explained everything. He might be young in age, but sex-wise, he was a fucking adult.

I picked him up and carried him into the bedroom. I had a tube of K-Y in the bedside table, and I got it out, squeezed some on my hand and rubbed it on his butt-hole and on my fingers. I stuck my middle finger up him, and soon had two finger up him, trying to loosen him up.

"You're tight," I said. "Anytime you want me to stop, tell me, and I will."

"I won't tell you to stop," he said, and I believed he wouldn't even if it did hurt him.

Laying him on his back, I raised his leg, and pressed my dick to his hole, applying pressure. His sphincter resisted, trying to keep it out, but I kept thrusting, not vigorously but persistently, gradually overcoming his sphincter, until at last, I was inside of him. He whimpered several times, and I knew I was hurting him, but true to his word, he never asked me to stop.

Having it hurt the first time was kind of a rite of passage, and knowing him, he was going to get fucked, if not by me, by someone else. At least, I would be as easy on him as I could be. Someone else might have rammed his cock into the kid.

"How are you doing kid?" I said, as I slowly humped him.

"It hurt, but it's okay now. I like it."

When I moaned, "Oh...oh...oh fuck!" he asked me if I was cumming. Breathless almost, I gasped out, "Yeah."

"Cool," he said and started stroking his dick, eventually having another orgasm. I blew him, giving him a third one and then fucked him again.

"You were right," he said. "It didn't hurt much that time. Do it again," so I did. I fucked him a third time, and with my cum leaking from his ass, he went home, even though I made him wash up before I let him go."

"Wash up again as soon as you get home," I told him.

I had to take some Ambien to fall asleep because I was so wound up. If anyone found out -- shit! I was screwed, but I couldn't stop thinking about how good it had felt to have my dick up his lovely bum. Shit! It was almost worth going to jail for -- not really worth that, but almost worth it.

I wasn't sure he would come back. I wasn't entirely sure he wouldn't tell someone. Even after taking a couple of Ambien, I had trouble sleeping, and I had trouble concentrating at work, so I left early, telling my boss I was sick.

"You don't look good," he told me, and let me leave.

Luke did come over, and since I was watching for him, I met him at the door, picking him up and kissing him as soon as the door was closed. With my mouth glued to his, I carried him into the bedroom and put him down on the bed, practically ripping off his clothes before taking off mine, looking down at him lying on my bed with his little dick pointing at the ceiling.

Once I was naked, I lay on top of him, reached over, got the K-Y out and smeared some on his hole and on my dick. Not saying anything, either of us, I raised his legs and inserted my dick, thinking of an instruction manual for fucking a kid, `Raise legs and insert dick.' That's what I did, raised his legs and inserted my dick. I fucked him before either of us said anything. Then, I blew him before letting him fuck me. He couldn't get a lot of his dick inside me, but it pleased him to know he was fucking someone for the first time.


By the time he was twelve, his dick had grown, and he was fucking me for real. Of course, I was fucking him -- and blowing him, too, and I didn't have to guess if he was having a climax. He was squirting into my mouth and up my ass. I often had his spunk running out it and down my leg.

When he was eighteen, he moved out of his parent's house and in with me. It was obvious we were lovers: we often held hands and even kissed occasionally when we were out an about. Next week, we're getting married. I'm sure people suspected -- his parents did -that something had been going on between us before he was legal, but no one could prove it. He wasn't about to tell, and I damn sure wasn't either.

He still has the cutest butt I've ever seen on a boy.