Date: Fri, 16 Dec 2011 19:26:28 +0000
From: "fidget . (Google Docs)" <fidgetnl@gmail.com>
Subject: Christmas Deepthroat (adult-youth)

Fucking economy. I got laid off from my well-paying, comfy office job about
8 months ago and still haven't found work. But apparently they're not
laying off bill collectors yet, so for me this Christmas it's a temp job
selling Christmas trees for commission next to the local megastore.

And you work hard for your money. It's cold out there. Sometimes wet and/or
snowy. We've got a little hut to warm up in, but most of your day is spent
answering the same goddamn stupid questions: "Will the needles fall off
this tree? Where are the big ones? Do I have to water it?". Yes the needles
will fall off, madam, because it's a dying tree. The big ones are under the
sign that says "Large". Please buy one, because they've got a big fat
margin. Madam, to determine whether you should water it, please reference
question one.

Guys are even worse, since they always want to look smart. "So you sure
this is a real Abies Nordmannia? The needles seem to have a more a Pinus
Sylvertris shape." I don't know. I tell you what they tell me. Do I look
like a fucking tree wizard?

In all fairness, though, it does have its perks. Mostly because Christmas
tree shopping is a family affair. I get to see all kinds of families
getting ready for the holidays, which always includes a solid proportion of
excited boys. Dashing from one tree to the next, rashly (and fickly)
proclaiming undying love for one before turning and swooning in the glory
of another.

I like it because instead of just being another "look, but be invisible"
situation like cruising at the mall, it's my job to go talk to them (and
their parents). All kinds of innocent conversations and wank-bank moments
make the cold days and aching back more than worth it. My favourite thing
is to get the lad to help me load the tree under the motto of, "your dad is
paying for Christmas, why not pitch in?" The folks love it, and it gives me
lots of opportunity to get up close to grunting and sweating young'uns.

This may have put me on Santa's naughty list, but maybe he takes a
relativist view, because he gave me a gift that only nice boys should get.

So it was a fairly quiet Thursday afternoon. The megastore had its normal
late afternoon flow of grocery shoppers and hobbling elderly. Not a lot of
traffic on the tree lot. My boydar picked up a vibe and sure enough, as I
turned, I was treated to the sight of a boy swallowing a soft ice cream
cone whole.

He was fairly tall and lanky, but his face was still that of a young
boy. He had hit his growth spurt, and he was waiting for other hormones to
catch up. An old 12, maybe a young 13. Brown hair capped his plain
face. Not cutest boy I'd ever laid eyes on, but certainly attractive in his
own way. A small nose divided his face, with soft grey eyes peering
out. They seemed a bit lost in thought.

Not noticing me, he slowly pulled the ice cream cone out of his mouth, the
mound of soft ice cream on top almost untouched. Only a gentle shape had
been applied, smoothing out the rough edges. He then opened his mouth wide
again, taking the entirety of the ice cream carefully in, wrapping his thin
lips around the edge of the waffle cone. He softly held it there a moment
and then removed it again.

This time as he pulled out I could see a ridge, showing where his tongue
had swirled around the creamy mass as he enjoyed its sweet flavour. By this
point I had pretty much forgotten where I was and blatantly stared at this
display of oral skills.

And then he did it again. This kid was determined to eat his ice cream cone
in the most pornographic way, and I was thrilled to be a spectator.

Pulling out this time, he ran his lips along the edge of the ice cream,
gently pulling in the melted bits. The melting vanilla ice cream created a
sticky white ring on his lips as he pulled it out, enhancing the image that
had already been committed to the archives for countless frenzied wanks.

I couldn't take it any more and dared to speak to him.

"Wow, that's pretty impressive!" I said. The words may have been
suggestive, but the tone gave scope for climb-down if things went
pearshaped.

Shaken out of his apparent reverie, he took a beat and looked at me. I saw
a flicker go through his eyes. Quietly he said, "Yeah, it's fun to do."

"Is that the biggest ice cream you've had?" I asked, my heart racing in my
chest at the tingle of possibility and suggestion.

"More or less. Usually I get it with my friends and they have small cones,
but I like the bigger ones better," he said, briefly looking bashfully down
at the ground before looking me right in the eyes.

A raging tremor went rocking through my body. This was it. That
once-in-a-lifetime moment. The stuff that Nifty stories are made of.

"Where's your mom?" This was the clincher.

"She's inside doing the weekly shop. I usually just roam around for an hour
or so until she texts me that she's at the check-out." Now my shy boy was
becoming more open, going along with his body's needs.

My eyebrows went up.

He dropped his ice cream. "Whoooops!" A smirk crossed his smooth face. "I
don't have any money for another one. Could you help me get a big cone?"
And with that, we went into the store. As if we had planned it before, he
nonchalantly went a few paces ahead of me once we got in, discretely going
into the private handicapped toilet.

After waiting for a quick crowd cycle, I slipped in after him. He had
already taken off his winter coat and was softly rubbing his crotch. A grin
exploded on his tender young face when he saw me come in.

"You took forever! I thought you were going to bail."

I took off my tree-sap covered coat and hung it up. It, along with my
trousers, graced the room with the fragrance of Christmas wishes.

He stepped forward, my chin almost resting on his head. Our cold hands
found each other briefly before warming up on each other's crotches. He ran
his growing hands along my now-raging hard-on, squeezing it and cupping my
balls. My own hands busied themselves with massaging his short, plump
boner. Each time I ran my fingers over the head I felt it twitch, straining
against the denim of his jeans.

Soon his hands were warm enough. He undid my belt and buttons, my erection
snapping out like a coiled snake. Cooing softly, he reverently grasped my
cock through my underwear. His face lifted up to mine and he leaned forward
for a kiss.

Awkward though his technique may have been, there was no denying his
pleasure in the contact. His lips were somewhat chapped from the cold, but
the softness of his tongue was remarkable and gave a wonderful indication
of what was to come.

His hands were still gently stroking my cock when he broke the kiss and
looked up. "I really like to suck dicks," he said, his cheeks
double-flushed from the cold and his own excitement. "Can I suck yours?"

As if he had to ask....

I nodded, and he pulled my underwear down, finally getting face-to-face
with my cock. He licked his lips unconsciously and smiled
naughtily. "That's a nice big ice cream cone."

He sat on the toilet and beckoned me forward. His head was at the perfect
height for my cock. The fingers of his soft right hand gently wrapped
around my shaft, barely touching as he pulled it towards his young lips.

Demonstrating his experience, he began by gently suckling my head, tenderly
using his lips to "nibble" at the tip. The feeling was exquisite and made
my cock even harder than before. His tongue darted out, licking my
piss-slit and running around the edge of my foreskin. Gently rocking, he
began to work more and more of my head into his velvet mouth.

Yes, this kid was good. And his friends were lucky sons-of-bitches. He had
planted his tongue on the underside of my cockhead and was gently moving it
side-to-side while he rocked back and forth on my cock, with each
downstroke taking more of me into him. Drool dripped down from his lips,
making my cock shine in the fluorescent light.

Eventually I felt his lips slide down and lock into place with a sort of
"pop" behind my cockhead. Now he opened his eyes and looked up at me. I
felt his tongue probe into my foreskin and begin rolling back and forth
across my cockhead. At the same time his soft grey eyes stared into mine, a
fog of lust lowering the eyelids.

Conscious of where we where, I had to keep it quiet, but still couldn't
help gasping when he insistently pulled my foreskin down and sucked on my
exposed head for the first time. It was so intense, the feeling of his
soft, warm cheeks and lively tongue, his lips gripping and pulsing around
my corona.

Now he began slow, long strokes, draping his lips across my cockhead,
licking it and then taking it in whole, like he had done the icecream
cone. Once again, each time he put my dick back in his mouth, he took more
and more. After a while, he changed technique again and began "sucking in
place", moving back and forth a bit.

He was doing fantastically. I was sweating and breathing hard, my cock was
twitching from the excruciating pleasure this young boy was giving. It was
unbelievably hot to look down and see his soft pink lips stretched around
the girth of my shaft.

I was impressed with how much of me he was already able to handle, but soon
his lust began to heat up and he sucked with more fervor. His hands left my
shaft as he sawed his face back and forth on my heat. His cheeks glistened
with sweat. His chin glistened with spit and precum. His eyes glistened
with sexual fire.

It wasn't long before he was trying to take me even further in. He pushed
down and twisted, coughing a bit. Only about half of my cock had made it
in. He tried again, this time with a slightly different angle, this time
really triggering his gag reflex. Sputtering and coughing, he pulled his
head of my cock. Ooze and spit dripped from his fingers and face.

"I'm so sorry," he said bashfully. "I just really want to be able to get
all of it in, like they do on the internet."

Oh my, what an opportunity. "Do you want some pointers?" I asked. He nodded
and snorted snot back into his nose.

"For starters, don't be embarrassed about gagging. Not only is a part of
learning to take it deep, guys like me actually find it kind of hot."

I placed my cock back at his lips and he compliantly opened them, letting
me back into the warm cavern of his youth. "OK, I'm going to push in and at
a certain point take a nice deep breath and then swallow. Eventually you'll
learn to breath through your nose, but at first it's easier of you try it
like you're underwater."

Trusting me completely, he nodded in agreement. I slid my cock in about
halfway and began to feel resistance. I held his head and said, "So, ready?
Take a breath and then swallow..." I heard him take a deep breath and then
I pushed his head down. The combination of my pushing, his swallowing and
the slime of his throat helped my cockhead pop in.

Jesus Fucking Christmas, was it hot. His throat formed a tight, pulsing,
warm, wet ring around my cock while his lips moved up and down stimulating
my shaft. And his tongue... it just never stopped moving. I took a chance
and pushed a bit more, only to have him push back urgently.

Coughing and blustering, he looked up at me with the most amazing radiant
smile. "I did it! I did it! Let's do it again!" This was a kid right after
my own heart.

So again I gently worked my cock into his mouth. When I reached the back, I
looked into his eyes and he gave a small nod. Then I felt his throat
muscles flex and open as he swallowed. This was the time to feed my
cockhungry little boy. Pushing forward, I now had three-quarters of my
thick cock worked into this boy's mouth and throat.

This time he was more comfortable and began to rock back and forth,
swallowing at the right time to ripple across the corona of my cockhead as
it slid in and out of his throat. He strained to take more in, but the
angle simply wouldn't let him.

I need to send a letter to the government thanking them for handicapped
facilities. The amount of space they have made the next move extremely
easy. I simply laid down on the floor, pulling him off the toilet with me.

This also gave me another idea. I tugged at his jeans, pleading with my
eyes to take them off. His sky-blue underwear appeared, a wet spot at the
tip of his chubby cock. He himself was just out of a chubby phase, some
baby fat still on his hips and ass, but his man muscles beginning to show
in his legs and his chest lanky. A beautiful sight.

Not standing on ceremony, I tugged both his jeans and underwear down to his
ankles and then laid him on top of me in a 69 position. I immediately felt
his mouth go back to work. The new angle heightened the sensations, giving
him the novelty of being to easily lick the other side of my cock.

He whimpered when I began to nibble at his long, soft foreskin. It oozed
with sweet-smelling precum. I took more of it in my mouth and began to
slide back and forth, gliding from base to tip each time, feeling his balls
tickle my nose on the downstroke. My fingers played with his sparse pubic
hair. Eventually I worked his foreskin back and begain a tongue assault on
his bare head, a payback for what he had done for me earlier. He groaned
around my cock and continued trying to force me deeper into his throat.

The angle was working for his deep-throating as well. As I backed off my
pleasuring of him, I grunted "ready?" from underneath his sweaty body and
heard "mmhmmh" in return. I raised my leg, placing it on the back of his
head. When I felt him begin to swallow, I pushed my leg down, gently
forcing more of me down into his willing throat.

With each swallow, he took more and more of me in. My legs trapped this
young boy's insatiable head on my cock, his throat greedily vibrating and
his tongue swirling. He began to rock back and forth and then it struck me:
he was breathing. This boy had already mastered breathing through his nose
with a cock all the way down my throat. The thought alone made me almost
shoot my wad right there.

His discovery of breathing had made him over-ambitious and his gag reflex
kicked it. I pulled out quickly and he dry-heaved over me, his hard cock
dripping precum in my face. He coughed up a puddle of throat-goo and turned
me on even more by simply leaning over and licking it off my crotch before
going back to my cock.

Where maybe he had been giving a blow job before, now he was performing
fellatio. And what a performance... he went back to the very beginning,
teasing my cockhead gently and bunching my foreskin up around my tip,
nibbling at the result. He lapped up the precum that collected at my piss
slit. He ran his fingers through my pubes, cupping my balls as he gently
nursed at my cockhead.

His tongue swirled spirals around my shaft as he worked his face up and
down on my rod. His lips gripped and loosened alternately, tugging at my
skin and moving my foreskin along with his mouth. He used his cheeks from
time to time, swaying his head and letting me gently fuck the warm pocket
they formed. His jaw was stretched fully as he eagerly took my cock all the
way in once again.

I had been nuzzling and suckling at his cock the whole time, but now it was
time to head for the finish line. I knew he wouldn't last long, so I waited
until I was almost at the breaking point to fully put his cock back into my
mouth. He twitched above me, and began to fuck my mouth sensually.

His thrusts quickly became urgent and my hands moved from stroking his soft
ass to either side of his head. "Are you ready to cum?" I muffled out from
around his cock. "Mmhmm.." he nodded. "Do you want to swallow
mine?". "Mmmhhmmm...!" he nodded vigorously.

I took his head in my hands and moved it up and down on my cock in time
with his humping. He allowed himself to go for the ride and I took myself
to the finish line. Pulling his head up and down the entire length of my
cock, letting him suckle the head every third or fourth stroke, I finally
couldn't take it any more and buried my cock deep in his throat. He felt me
shove down and swallowed just in time, letting my entirety slide all the
way down.

His nose was deep in my balls when I shot my load down his moaning boy
throat. As he felt my cum surge down my shaft and into his stomach, he
violently released his load into my hungry mouth. It was watery but
copious, a delicious treat from the head of a spasming pubescent cock.

He pulled his head back, but kept my cockhead in his mouth, suckling the
last juices out. He pulled my foreskin back up for the last time, licking
the cream from the tip. And then, reluctantly, he pulled off and stood up.

What a mess he was. Hair everywhere, flushed and covered in spit, cum and
pine sap. He was a porno Christmas tree. Yet he beamed from ear to ear. "I
did it! I really, really did it!"

"And you did great, too, kid."

"The only thing is my jaw hurts a bit... I guess I need to practice more!"

Merry Christmas