Date: Thu, 19 Jan 2023 08:05:39 +0000
From: Billie353535 Vegita <shutup_nz@hotmail.com>
Subject: Fw: Catching up with max (part 4 - adult-youth)

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I shaved the last strands of hair from my balls, the last shards of my
maturity falling to the ground. I was as smooth as Master was now; at
least he even had a few curls on his balls. He sent me to my bathroom to
remove every trace of pubic hair I had, and I followed his order without
question.
I can still recall the first time Master and I talked. It was during a
new year's party at his dad, Andy's house. There would have been a good
few dozen people, almost all adults, drinking and talking about God knows
what. I was still a big kid at heart, and as the evening got later and
the conversation drifted to families, children, and relationships, I was
a fish out of water. I was still single; with the only thing I desired
being frowned upon in society. Instead of being involved in the
conversations, I quickly found myself isolated from the various cliches,
sitting and drinking in a corner alone.

There was one subject that still piqued my interest at the party. Like
me, Max, Andy's son, was sitting by himself, looking as bored as I was. I
then noticed how similar Andy's son looked to his dad back when he and I
were in school. Max would have only been nine at the time; I had met his
dad in junior high, but already I could see that Max was going to be a
little clone of his father. I took a swig of beer from my conveniently
placed glass. I never had a chance to play around with Andy when we were
younger. I asked many times, but he was too much of a girl magnet to be
interested in me. I pondered my chances with his son Max and whether he
could take the place of his dad for me to explore.

I got Max's attention slowly--a slight smile, then a discrete wave.
Finally, after pulling a few funny faces at him and drawing out a laugh,
I knew I had his attention. Checking with his dad that it was okay, he
wandered over to where I was, popping his tiny butt in the seat next to
mine for a chat.

"Pretty boring party, huh?" I said, trying to spark a conversation.

"I dunno..." he replied softly.

God, he was so much like his dad had been. His dad had just grown out of
the boy-type age when I met him; we were early teens. Max here was
probably still into Gi Joes and Ninja Turtles. I fell in lust with Max at
that very moment. All the things I had dreamed of doing with his dad in
my youth, I realized I wanted to do with his son. We talked about things
his young mind was interested in, from wrestling to video games to
cartoons. He told me how he liked playing baseball, football, and
roughhousing with all his friends--all the things a healthy American boy
should love. He was too young then to take the hints I sent him. I asked
him whether he liked boys or girls, but all I got in return were shy
shrugs and nervousness. I realized it was too soon that day, but I would
try again when he was older. One day, I imagined he would be mine for the
taking; oh, how little I knew what would become of us.

--

"I've finished shaving, Max... " I said, returning to him. "I, uh, mean
Master. I got all the hair off."

He was in my apartment, sitting on my chair, drinking from my cup, and
watching my TV. He was the boss here; he was the Master. I was his
servant to do anything he wanted. I was stuck with him telling me what to
do; I couldn't exactly tell anyone I was under the spell of a 12-year-old
kid. If I did, I would be a laughing stock. I couldn't stop doing it
either; Max was underage, and he already had video and photo evidence of
what I had done to him.

"Come stand closer. I want to see if you did a good job."

I was still stark naked in my apartment while he was still fully clothed.
I stood beside him as his tween-sized hand raised and grappled my
vulnerable balls. I winced as he touched them--not exactly comfortable
with a school-aged boy touching something so sensitive. He held my bag
inside his hand, my balls wobbling two and fro, trapped within his grip.

"I made sure my balls were hairless, Master, just like you asked. I also
shaved my butthole since I know you were disgusted by it last time."

"Oh yeah? Let's see, then. " he said, letting me go.

I turned and spread my cheeks for him. I had even shaved the fur from my
globes, ensuring I was as hairless as possible. I'd shaved my hole and
plucked the rest in a mirror, ensuring the entire area was baby-smooth.

Master's finger probed around my hole, adding pressure against my anus.
He seemed impressed with the job I had done, and I wondered whether he
would push his narrow digit inside me. I had recently lost my anal
virginity to him, and the memory of his iron-hard penis drilling into my
hole often replayed in my head.

"Do you like my hole, Master?"

"No. " Master replied flatly. "I'm not gay like you, remember? I don't
like buttholes; I just like fucking yours. Turn back around."

I turned back, my cock already hardening from his control. Master's
predatory hand returned to my balls, firmly holding my sack together.

I grimaced as the pressure was more uncomfortable this time, and it
didn't take long for me to realize he was doing it on purpose, the look
on his face indicating he was displeased.

"Did I do something wrong, Master?" I said through gritted teeth, his
hand continuing to grip harder.

"Yeah. You didn't shave under your arms."

My heart sank. Master was right. His hand tightened, and I cried as my
balls squashed together.

"I'm sorry, I'm AHH!" I yelped as he crushed his hand closed. I didn't
dare push his hand away; I knew he wouldn't like that. Instead, I half
crouched, twisting and contorting my legs as I tried to push through the
pain. I clenched everything shut, trying to ignore the pain as best I
could. Red flashes between my closed eyes resembled the fire I felt
rippling up from his cruel hand.

"Your balls feel kind of rubbery," Master commented as he continued to
grind them.

"Please, Master..." I wheezed. He released my balls with a final hard
squeeze, and I couldn't help but drop to one knee.

"Your cock is smaller than my dad's," Master said matter-of-factly. "I
saw his in the shower once. It sucks for you that my dick will be bigger
than yours soon."

Pain still radiated from my nuts like I had been kicked in the gut. For a
12-year-old, he was already getting quite strong.

"Put your head here like the last time," Master indicated, pointing at
the space on the chair directly in front of his crotch. "I'm going to
watch a porno my friend sent me, and you can help."

"Are you going to take your shorts off first, Master?"

"No way. I gotta get it hard first. Hurry up."

He scooted back in the chair, leaving a space between his legs just in
front of my crotch. He started up the porno, and immediately the scantly
dressed forms of two adults flickered up on the screen.

"But, are you sure you should be watching like this, Master? It must be a
bit too grown-up for you."

The look he flashed back at me told me I should stop asking questions if
I ever wanted to have my own children. I knelt and placed my face
directly in front of his multicoloured shorts, my nose pressed against
the seam. I could tell he'd had an active day at school; the lingering
smell of boy sweat hummed between his thighs and from behind his sticky
private places. Master tugged me in closer, my nose pressing into the
soft, pillowy mound within, which I guessed was his balls.

I was quickly learning that this was one of my Master's favourite
positions, with my face or body subjected to his up-close and personal.
From the first day, he'd had me smelling him down there. I'd sniffed his
penis, hole, and even his terrible farts. A familiar scent of raw, tartly
boy crotch inundated my senses as I heard the TV start up. Master closed
his thighs around my head, everything becoming dark. His legs held me in
place against his prepubescent groin, his warm funk against my face.

I could hear the porno walking through the usually terrible build-up. I
didn't have to see it to recognize atrocious acting; all the while,
Master tugged on himself to get hard.

"Get up," he said after what seemed like ten minutes.

I sat back as he dropped his shorts. He was almost hard, his 4-inch
stiffness springing back against his tummy, his round balls peeking out
between his thighs. I was almost jealous of the half-dozen curly strands
he was allowed to have down there. Master sat back and motioned for me to
return my face back amongst his now naked nether regions.

Without the cotton of his shorts to filter it, his scent was more pungent
now. I basked in the aroma of his young, testosterone-fed balls as they
hung suspended in front of me. The lingering smell of ball sweat and pee
wafted around me as Master stroked himself. The little gap at the base of
his taint and butt crack became an ever-present threat that if he passed
gas, I would be the first to know.

"Ewwww... " Master exclaimed above me as the two grown adults on the
screen penetrated one another.

Nevertheless, he was still doing his utmost to get into it, whispering
things like "fuck yeah" to himself and grinding his boy berries against
my face. I did my best to help, adding tiny kisses and sniffs to his
precious nutsack, trying to coax them to blow.

"Would you like me to suck your cock, master?" I offered.

Master impatiently shoved me off of him once more. It seemed as hard as
he was trying; he couldn't get into the sex scenes playing out on screen.
He was becoming more frustrated and desperate, his penis not responding
to the "normal" things that should excite a boy. He stopped the movie
entirely and dropped to the floor on his hands and knees.

"Lick my hole!" he ordered.

"Please, Master, you know I'd rather..."

"Lick it! Hurry up!" he shouted.

I quickly got down on the floor with him, the crescent of his crack
staring back at me. I didn't mind licking and kissing his ass; it was the
omissions he could produce that I was worried about. This was a nude
preteen boy I was staring at, demanding I lick his dirtiest place. His
ass was like it was waiting for me, his smooth boylike crack vanishing
between his thighs, his nakedness before me.

"Master, can I suck you instead?"

"No, I told you to kiss my ass, now do it, slave!"

Hesitantly, I pushed my face against his bare bum, my lips and nose
digging between his cheeks right in front of his hairless pucker. The
dank scent of boybutt surrounded me as I began to dab my tongue at his
hole. There was no dirt back there, but a butthole was still a butthole,
and the slippery wetness of his closed flesh told me I was in the right
place.

"Harder." He ordered.

I smooched his moist virginal space, my tongue wigging to part his
asslips. I could feel Master's hole flexing in and out around my tongue,
his prepubescent voice sighing as I made out with his most secret place.
I wanted so badly to deflower this rosebud properly, my cock longing to
penetrate his tiny space.

"Yeah..." Master gasped. "Lick me more... Lick my stinky hole..."

Masters bowed his head, and his butt rose as I continued to serve his
naughty desires. My tongue sank into the coppery taste of his hole;
Master moaned louder as I found myself penetrating him with my tongue.
His body purred as I took hold of the back of his thighs, licking the
length of his salty-ass valley before delving once more into his funky
pit.

I angled my head and thrust my tongue in, delving further than ever.
Master's flavours exploded on my tastebuds as I tongue-fucked his ripe
shitter. A sense of pride overwhelmed me as I made him feel so good, his
virgin boypussy quivering around my tongue as I drove him wild.

"I'm cumming..." Max cried out.

I pulled my head free from his ass just in time to see him deposit a
teaspoon of his boy cream onto the carpet in front of him. I backed away,
my job done, watching Masters's drooling penis softening back it's more
innocent shape.

"I hope I did a good job, Master," I said as he lay panting and
recovering next to me.

"Yeah. You did fine."

I watched as Masters spit dampened hole began to close. It was still
soaked with my workings, remnants of my tongue making his discoloured
skin shine. My still erect cock panged with desire, still yearning to
mount him. I dared to ask the only thing that came to me at that moment.
At worst, he would say no, my one chance to fuck my best friend's son.