Date: Sat, 21 Apr 2018 14:05:27 +0200 From: Flip Taylor Subject: Chubby Festival Boy This story is a loose amalgam of things that really happened. And by the way - kick Nifty some bucks. I've been reading since I was in high school with 28.8k dialup and it was still just a gopher/ftp site on the CMU servers. That's almost 25 years ago. The stories I read helped me feel that I wasn't the only one with certain feelings. One story in particular touched me emotionally (one of the longer love stories, not a quick and dirty one) and I reached out to the author. It resulted in a meaningful father-figure friendship at an important time in my life, the positive impact of which still touches me daily. Unfortunately he broke off contact with me when I did a bunch of stupid stuff that rightfully pissed him off. I still miss him. John L.. if you're out there... SkyT is looking for you. yetanotherone001@gmail.com But that's too much reality. Here's what you came for. This isn't a love saga, just a one- or two-part stroker. --------- ++ Chubby Festival Boy ++ I saw him first. At a four-day rock festival with over 100,000 partygoers, you get to see a lot of talent. And get to know some good times. My boydar never really sleeps. Rock festivals are awesome, filled as they are with young males, drunk, stoned and hopped up on testosterone. Lots of stuff to look at, and it's easy to find favourites in the crowd. This year I saw my boy already on the first day. 13, maybe 14 years old. Gently chubby and and a mass of disheveled brown curls on his head. Black cargo shorts, a Metallica t-shirt and black leather bracelets. I didn't really stalk him -- after all, I was there with friends and there was no point in taking the risk of an awkward moment. But I kept bumping into him. At my favourite part of any festival, the urinal trough. Where dozens of guys just stand with their cocks on display, drunken and boisterous. It's a giant game of "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." Always an incredible feast for the eyes. I have a tactic that lets me get 3-4 "bites at the apple" with each toilet break. It's basically just walking in circles in such a way that the turnover at the trough won't notice that you were there only a few minutes ago. And "targeting" guys that are interesting. On a spin through, I noticed he was at the trough, but there were no spots in his row, so I just chalked it up to bad luck. On my next pass, it caught my eye that he was still there.. But at a different spot. So I hung back, watching more carefully for what he did. And I saw the boy playing my game. He came back out from the trough, feigned looking around for his friends and then pulled out his mobile, pecking at it while looking around. Killing time and blending in. I know the tactic. And then he went for it.. Going back to the trough. I watched from a distance, noticing his head swivelling from left to right. His curls bouncing each time. Clearly watching the show. He pretended to finish, shaking and making a show of zipping up again, buying him more time to look around. A kid after my own heart. He took another route out of the trough area and started heading back to the stages. Now I was hooked. This hot rock boy, plump and ruddy, tough and nubile at once, he was clearly into cock. And adventure. So I followed him, staying at a distance, but never losing sight of him. My plan was to follow him back to wherever he was hanging out and bide my time until he decided to have another run. I didn't have to wait long. Instead of going to one of the stages, he crossed the back part of the audience and made a beeline for the trough on the other side. Clever kid. Don't hang too long at any given spot. Hustling a little bit, I caught up with him, following at a few paces as he entered the trough area. At first it seemed I would again be thwarted as he picked a spot between four guys, but just as he stepped up, the guy to his right walked off. And I sidled right up. I undid my shorts and flopped out my entire package, with flair that could be mistaken as relief.. My boy had already gotten his stuff out, just standing there with his shorts open and underwear tucked under his balls, not peeing. He turned his head to the right, not in the least shy about staring at my cock. This whole situation made my cock wake up and it twitched. He simply kept staring. As I grew harder, his young cock began to swell. What a lovely package he had. A small bush at the base of an alabaster shaft, blue veins visible and long foreskin. About four inches of soon-to-be-erect boymeat. He glanced up at me. Our eyes met. He looked back down and then up, meeting my smile. "Festivals are great, you always see so much." I started. "Yeah, you never know what you're going to discover," he answered, his young voice having barely broken, clearly aware of the game at foot. "Thing is, it's fun to watch, but I sometimes think about what it would be like to actually get rocking," I tried more innuendo. "I like to rock," - boy was clever! "At least, I think about rocking all the time. But I've never had someone to rock with." "Hi, I'm Flip, you can rock me with me," His eyes went wide and he had to push his cock down as it rose almost to full erection.. "I'm Max.." "Let's go back to my tent." Max and I walked as fast as we could without drawing attention back to the campsite. In my tent we were both on our knees as we peeled off our shirts. He was beautiful, his muffin top bulging over his shorts. Small, pink stretch marks. Smooth skin with hints of hair under his arms. I reached out and touched his nipple; he gasped. He leaned in and our lips touched. Then they merged. He sighed and moaned slightly as our tongues made contact, feeling each other. Eagerness. Lust. Desire. All were transmitted through his tongue as we explored each other's mouths. I marvelled at the softness of his lips, the hot wetness inside. I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling his face to mine. His hands ran up and down my side, chubby fingers exploring my adult body. We pulled away and tugged at our shorts, revealing two hard cocks wrapped in cotton. His were snug black boxerbriefs, bulging at the front. Twitching even. Mine were identical, except they held an experienced adult cock, average large, uncut and hungry for boy action. Max knew that. He grabbed at my crotch, pulling the waistband down to expose my package fully. Transfixed, he grabbed it with both hands, gently rolling my foreskin back and forth. He cupped my balls, as if weighing them. He ran his fingers through my trimmed pubic hair. My hands felt his chest, his curves, junior lovehandles. Perky little boytits. His eyes glistened as he felt my hardness. Cheeks flushed. Breath heavy. Smelling of sweat and festival. I brushed his cock and he gasped, shocked at the sensation. "No one's ever touched me there," he whispered. "Let's fix that," I leched, pulling at his waistband to expose his youth to my hungry eyes. His bright white shaft sprung out, set off by that lovely little bush of brown hair at the base. His foreskin was wet and shiny, slick with his precum. The head was barely visible in the red circle formed by the soft skin. I took it gently in my hand, rolling the skin back ever so slightly, squeezing and feeling his heartbeat. His eyes were now transfixed, watching me fondle his virgin package. My fingers went to his balls, feeling the peach fuzz, stroking the ridge separating the two. Coming out of his short trance, he reached back up and grabbed my cock again. His eyes lifted to meet mine and our lips met again. Our near-naked bodies rubbing against each other, his chubby belly pressing against my own. We fell on our sides, lips locked and cocks rubbing against each other. Frenzied we stripped off our remaining clothes, finally fully naked with each other. I laid back and he climbed on top of me, his whole body on mine as we kissed again. Oh the boy needed to hump something fierce. His sides jiggled and his breath got ragged as he rubbed his cock against mine. His smooth chest was sticky with sweat and his face slick with our combined kiss-spit. My hands grabbed his ass, feeling the plump globes, driving his crotch into my own. His young cock felt so hot, so sexy, rubbing against my mature pole. I ran my fingers over his back, feeling his shoulders, his neck. Running my fingers through his gorgeous brown curls. He was already lost in a world of pleasure, satisfying a desire he had harboured for far too long. But it wasn't his time to cum yet. Gently I nudged him to roll on his back. Now it was my turn to be on top. I got on my elbows, staring into his eyes. Calming the mood down a bit, I passionately kissed him. Romantically. Lovingly. Pressing my lips hard against his while deliberately exploring his teeth with my tongue. He groaned down my throat and threw his arms around my neck. Wrapped his legs around my back, arching his body towards mine, seeking contact. It was so tempting to just lean in and see what would happen when my rod met his hole... but not yet. Instead I slid my body down, licking, kissing and tasting his chubby body on my way to his boyhood. He knew what I was going to do and mewled as I got close. His cock jumped and throbbed as I looked at it, breathing heavily. Goddamn was I horny. Goddamn was he sexy. Finally I gave us both what we wanted and sucked his dick. Took it right down to the hilt on my first move. He went bezerk. Thrashing and pushing his crotch against my face, trying to get even more in. My nose pushed into the soft base of his crotch, relishing the combined smells of sweat, boylust and fabric softener. Then I went to work actually pleasuring him. I began a slow rhythm, gripping my lips tight enough to roll his foreskin back and forth over his head. My tongue alternated between moving on the bottom of the shaft and circling his cockhead. Whenever my tongue would bruch his exposed glans, he would curse in his barely-changed voice. "Damn." "Fuck... geez.. Fuck.." "Aw shit." "Goddddammn" My pace was steady, not too fast but also not lingering too much. He laid his head back with a groan, giving in to the feelings coursing through his young cock. My fingers felt his balls tighten each time my tongue brushed his slit. I tilted my head, letting his cockhead press into my cheek. He whined and pumped in and out of my mouth, lifting his head just slightly to watch the shape of his cock appear and disappear in the flushed flesh of my cheek. I felt his insistence as it slipped around in my mouth, desperately seeking friction with whatever hot and wet surface it could find. He wasn't going to last much longer. Putting my fingers near his base, I locked my lips behind his cockhead, gently began pulling back his foreskin to step up the sensations. My tongue worked circles around his head, swiping across and to the side every so often. As his head became more exposed, his threshold was reached. With a squeal, he pumped his way to the finish line. One, two, three times he slammed his crotch into my nose before finally grunting. His whole body flexed. His cock pulsed. And my mouth gladly received a generous portion of his young cum. The first time it had ever gone anywhere than a dirty sock, smeared and mopped off his chubby belly. My pace slowed, allowing his foreskin to roll back up, suckling at the tip of the magical, soft, sensitive and stretchy skin. Eventually he caught his breath as his no-longer-virgin cock began to soften. "Holy shit," he finally managed to say. I gave him a peck on the lips as I rested on my elbow, staring into his glazed eyes. We held hands, our fingers playing with each other. His post-cum glow together with his fresh-faced innocence connected us. Another ravenously horny gay boy feeding his seed to a willing partner for the first time. I laid back, cuddling him and pulling him to my side. The smell of his hair filled my nostrils as he rested his head on my shoulder. His fingers explored my moderately hairy chest, stroking and petting it, twisting the hair in his fingers. "Do you like it?" I asked. "Yeah. Sexy.." he muttered. I could feel his eyes watching his chubby fingers move their way down my chest, over my own full stomach before resting on my crotch. Again he played with my pubic hair, patting my cock and stroking the tip with his fingers. He grabbed it at the base, not quite able to close his fist around it. It looked so fat and big in his boy hands. The tent stank of sex. The funk of drool, cum and sweat. That indescribable tang of young and adult pheromones dancing and exciting each other. He shifted, getting his head closer. I knew what was coming, and enjoyed the anticipation. His hands moved all over my crotch, committing to memory the first time he felt another man's sex. Clearly it would not be the last. Dipping down, he rubbed his face all over my cock. His chubby cheeks pressed against my veiny rod. He kissed it gently, revering it. My cock throbbed, my foreskin tight and my head glistening gently with the sheen of precum. It had left a shiny trail across his face. He inhaled deeply, high from the masculinity hitting his nervous system. Another pearl of precum appeared. And he decided it was time. His cat-like tongue stretched out and licked it away. Quickly his tongue reappeared and this time licked all over my head, much as I had done to him. My foreskin, shorter than his, was nearly fully retracted, tight around the rim of my cockhead. His tongue ran the ridge, sending shivers down my spine. Moving down my shaft, his young tongue took in the ridges and curves, feeling the contours. Pubescent lust transmitted through his fingers as his left hand felt the heft of my balls, gently rolling them around. His mouth finally made it back up my shaft, opening wide and taking my aching rod into his hot, wet, virgin, flesh-cave. His teeth grazed me and I jumped slightly. He mumbled "sorry" and I felt him quickly learn to cover his teeth. He was hungry. WIthout hesitation he took me as deep as he could, my cockhead disappearing in his stretched lips, pressing at the entrance of his throat. He gagged and came up for air, the sexiest string of drool ever stretching from my cock to his lips. Determined, he took a deep breath and went back down, applying suction and trying again to take as much in as he could. This time he caught himself before the gag reflex and managed to ride back up before going down again. The sounds of squishing and slurping filled the tent as his sloppy chubby face gorged on my sausage. Shifting his position, he climbed on top of me. If he had been a bit taller, it would have been an easy 69. Instead I was treated to the beautiful view of his young ass right at face level, flexing and clenching as he worked his mouth on my cock. I couldn't see any more what he was doing, but his winking ring was a wonderful sight. And then I felt it. This boy clearly watched porn. Now that his throat was better aligned, I felt the now-familiar moment of bumping the entrance of his throat .. and this time it gave way. I almost screamed at the tight, gripping tunnel as his lips gripped my shaft, his tongue frantically sliding around while his throat reflexively clenched and released. He pulled up, letting my cock flop out for a moment. His gasping breath felt cool against my wet cock. Heaving and coughing, he went back for more. This time there was no hesitation as he learned to open his throat at the right moment. Oh there is a god for gay boys and the men who love to have sex with them. For a blissful moment, ecstacy reached maximum levels as we both gave in to the passions that had brought us together. My head swam as he managed to get almost my whole, fat, cock into his willing mouth. I reached up, feeling his face, touching where my cock met his lips, stroking his throat, sensing exactly how far my cockhead had reached. It was impressive. Pulling my head back out of his throat happened almost with a pop. His lips stayed locked on my shaft as he took a moment to suckle my head, his hands gently pumping my shaft. I wasn't going to last long at this rate, and maybe I didn't want to... "Baby, you're so hot.." I managed to grunt. "You sure you never sucked cock before?". He shook his head, my exposed glans moving around the soft texture of his cheeks. "Only in my head when I jerk off," he said, pulling back to lick the tip. "But it's so much better in real life. Your cock feels so nice in my mouth, I want to do everything." "You're giving me one of the best blow jobs I ever got - keep going like that and you'll have a mouthful of cum soon." Almost as if I had given him a challenge, he redoubled his efforts, applying more suction and running his tongue even faster around my head. It was almost excruciating in its intensity. I watched over the crack of his ass as his brown curly mop bounced and flopped, his head moving with fervour. The whole thing was just too much for me. His twitching pink rosebud in my face, the musk of his ass filling my nose, the feeling of his chubby gut on my body, his pink flesh under my hands, the knowledge of his desire. And his mouth. Holy shit his willing, horny mouth. Slick and wet, hot and gripping. Moving and sucking. "Unh...unh... it's almost there..." Clearly wanting to impress both of us with his first time, he took a deep breath and went back down, my cockhead pressing into his throat just in time to receive the injection of my cum. I lost my mind, it felt so good. Rockets of goo shooting directly down the throat of this hungry boy. Filling his chubby belly with my funky, chlorine-smelling spunk. Blast after blast, he held on like the gay trooper he was. He swallowed, cinching the velvet vise of his throat around my cock. I convulsed at the sensation, as another orgasm crashed into the wall of my libido. Now both of us had had a first. Sputtering and coughing, he pulled back and swallowed, looking back at me over his shoulder. His eyes were red and watery, his face slick and wet with all kinds of fluids. Then his head went back down as his feathery tongue cleaned me up. His hands squeezed my shaft, getting the last drops out, enjoying the last moments. Soon I was properly spent, and he moved back up, laying on top of me, resting his head next to mine. My hands mindlessly drifted over his body, feeling his curves, his now-sticky flesh. Sweetly he kissed my ear, whispering, "Rock and roll will never die..." ++++ So do I fuck my chubby festival boy, or do we part ways just with memories of a sultry afternoon and the open door of what might have been..? yetanotherone001@gmail.com