From: Standing Bear Subject: New Story--M/b/bc (1/2) Date: Fri, 24 Jan 1997 17:45:09 -0800 Organization: The Bear's Den The Day I met Fred Savage Fiction, m/b cons. The usual warning and disclaimer applies to this story like all the others in these newsgroups. If you are under the legal age for your country, state Or provence, or if stories depicting consentual sexual activity between adult males and minor boys offends you, STOP here, go no farther. Since there is really no way to control who visits this newsgroup, and I have no way of knowing who reads these stories, I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if many a young boy reads this story. Therefore I cannot really be held responsible if a minor boy accesses this newsgroup and reads this story and gets ideas of sexual contact with a man or men. This story is totally fictional, from the inner recesses of my imagination. Chapter 1 When I first saw the tv series "The Wonder Years", staring Fred Savage as "Kevin Arnold", when he was in the 7th grade, possibly 12 years old, I though him to be a really cute and sexy boy, what with my long time sexual attraction to pre-pubessent, pre-teen boys. And when I saw an episode of the show in which Fred, as Kevin was on all fours in just his briefs, and got a look at his cute little butt, all kinds of images of laying this boy down naked and spreading those cute butt cheeks and burying my face in the crack and licking his virgin hole and then easing my rod into him, came to mind. I was driving 18-wheelers at the time, and one day I was assigned a trip to the Chicago area where Fred actually lived when he wasn't busy with the tv series. I thought, man if I could manage to somehow meet up with young Fred and spend some time with him, it would be great. Well, the place where I was to deliver my shipment was at a shopping mall in a suburb on the fringe of Chicago proper, and by a great stroke of luck, unbeknownst to me at the time, was very close to Fred's neighborhood. I arrived on a Sunday afternoon and didn't deliver until the next morning right there at shopping mall. After making entries in my driver's log book, and looking at the time, I saw that I plenty of time to roam around the mall, so I climbed out of cab of the truck, a Conventional Peterbilt (long nose) with a doublewide walk-in sleeper compartment, and a double size waterbed in it, locked the door and sauntered towards the entrance to the mall. I saw a Revco Drug Store in the mall, and remembered that I needed a few personal items, including a pack of condoms. "Who knows when I might have a need for them?" I thought to myself. After paying for my purchases, I wandered around the mall somemore and came upon a game room, crammed full of video games and a hoard of kids of both genders, both pre-teen and teenagers. I stood close to the entrance for several minutes gazing at the butts and crotches of several preteen boys and a couple boys I figured who were about 13 or 14 years old. Some of these boys had little tiny butts that hardly showed through their jeans and/or shorts, and some had nice round butts that filled the seat of their jeans/shorts quite nicely. As I was gazing at these boys, I had developed a quite noticeable bulge in the crotch of my jeans, and then I noticed this one little boy of about 10 or 11 years old glancing repeatedly at the lower part of my body, and grinning and licking his lips. He then put his left hand down to his crotch and started rubbing it as he looked at me, then would point at my crotch. I looked down and saw how obvious the bulge actually was. I looked back at the little boy and made eye contact, and grinned at him. He grinned back and flipped me the bird. I mouthed out the words, "I'm ready anytime you are." Well, his face turned red, and grinned like a chesshire cat, and slowly walked over to me, and asked if I would be around that night about 7:30 or 8:00. I told him that I'd be in the mall parking lot til morning, as I had a load of freight to deliver in the morning. I told him the name on the truck so he'd know which one to go to, in case there were other trucks there at the time. He descreetly put his little hand against my bulging cock to get an idea of how big was, then asked in a whispered voice if I like being sucked off by little boys, and if I liked sucking little boy cocks. I told him that little boys like him were my favorite kind of bedmates and fuck buddies. He snickered at that and asked if I'd ever butt fucked a boy under 12 or 13 years old. I told him no, but if he was interested, he could be my first boy to do it with. He whispered that he had been butt fucked twice by an uncle just a few months ago, before that uncle moved to New York City, and has had a desire to get another man's dick in his butt, but he won't let just any man fuck him. I asked him why he asked ME about butt fucking then, and he said that I just looked like the gentle, loving kind of guy that he would like to get in bed with. I put a hand on his little head and tousseled his blond hair and patted it. I whispered to him that I am a gentle natured boy-lover, and that it would be an honor to lay down with him and explore his little body with my probe in his little love canal. He giggled at that, as he had never heard of a boy's rectum refered to as a love canal before. He said that he had to go home for a while, and he would get a shower and clean his prick and butthole real good for me, and would be back around 7:30 or so. I smiled and patted him on the cheek of his cute little face, and said that I'd be watching for him. He said that he wouldn't let me down, 'cause his butthole was itching to get a man-cock shoved up in it. Then he gave my cock a gentle squeeze and promptly walked out of the game room as non- chalantly as he could, so as to not be noticeable. No sooner than than he left, I looked around the game room one more time, and first thing my eyes focused on was the boy of my fantasies! Non other than Fred Savage himself. He was playing a video game called "Star Gate". He was playing the game solo, and since I had gotten pretty good at the game myself, I discreetly walked over to him and asked if he'd like to play a two-some. He quickly looked up at me, and said, "Sure! Do you know this game?" I answered, "I sure do, I play it alot at truck stops when I'm laying over somewhere or just making a rest stop. I dug into the pocket of my jeans and pulled out a dollor's worth of quarters and said, "I'll even pay for the games if you're interested." "Wow! You'd do that?" he asked, "Sure!" I answered. He said that as soon as the game is over, he'd love to play me a game. "Alright!" I thought, "I'll play him til he's puddy in my hands, and get him out to my truck". I stood quietly to the side and watched him play so that I wouldn't break his concentration on the game. After a few minutes, he asked, "Are you a truck driver? You mentioned something about truckstops...." "Yep, sure am. I drive for a company in Tennessee, not far from where I live." I answered. "Are you into big trucks?" I asked. "Well sort of, I've always been amazed at how big some of them are, and I've seen some with some really cool paint jobs on them." he replied. I asked him if he'd be interested in seeing the truck that I drove, and mentioned that it has a unique paint scheme on it, and a double sized walk- in sleeper on it. His eyes got big and said, "Really? Cool! Maybe after we play a few rounds, I'd like to go and check it out." "Made second base...." I silently said to myself. As you may notice, I didn't let on that I knew who he was, or made a big thing about the tv series he starred in. I'd wait til I had him in the truck before I let him know that I knew who he was, and about the scene in his undies on the teacher's desk, and seeing the shape of his cute little butt and so on. I looked at my watch to see how much time I'd have before the other little boy showed up. It was only 4:30 pm. "Great! I've got 3 hours that I can fool around with Fred before little blond boy shows up." I thought. Fred and I played four games together, with him "beating the pants off me" each time. He was really good at the game. Better than I first thought. And I let him know it too. He told me that he plays it a lot when he's there and not busy with school and such. "Well, let's go and check out that truck of yours, and then I've gotta start for home." Fred finally said. I lead that sexy specimen of boyhood out to the truck, and as we approached it, he let out a long whistle, and said, "Wow! What a paint job! And what a big sleeper you have on it!" The paint job consisted of a painted mural of a woodland scene with an old Cherokee style log cabin in the middle, and a small creek flowing nearby. On the very back of the sleeper was a picture of a Cherokee man dressed in a wrap around long shirt tied in place with a finger-woven belt, breech cloth and deerskin leggings, moccasins and a turban, and holding what most non-Indian people call a "Peace Pipe" with feathers hanging from the stem. At the man's side, was a young scantily dressed boy wearing no more than a one piece breech cloth that goes between the legs and drapes down over a narrow belt in the front and back and extends to just above the knees, and moccasins, and had an arm around the man's waist, and a contented smile on his face, making people who see the mural wonder what he and the man have been up to. I asked if he'd like to see the inside of the truck, and how I had it fixed up. He said, "Sure! I'd love to." I unlocked the passenger side door and opened it, thinking "Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly...." Fred climbed into the cab and looked in towards the sleeper, and I got in right behind him, and closed and locked the door. "Go ahead on in and look around!" I encouraged him. And he did. I could see that he was quite impressed. I had a dreamcatcher hanging over the waterbed, and a leather shield hanging securely on the back wall, and other such Native American craftwork here and there. Fred's eyes were as big as saucers when he saw a sketching of the same Cherokee man and boy laying naked in a 69 position giving each other a blowjob with the man's hands on the boy's buns and a finger in the boy's butt-hole up to the last knuckle, and the man's whole cock in the boy's mouth and boy's prick and nuts in the man's mouth. Then Fred noticed another sketch of them in which the boy was on all fours and the man was on his knees with his entire cock in the boy's butt. Fred then looked at me, his face blushed as he saw the bulge in my jeans and my hand rubbing it. I asked, "So what do you think? I see you're facinated with the sketches and what the two people in them are doing...." He stammered a minute, and asked if I was into doing stuff like that with boys. I grinned and nodded my head and put an arm around his waist and pulled him close against me. Then I said, "I know who you are, Fred, and I saw a recent episode of your show in which you were on the teacher's desk on all fours in nothing but your briefs, and when I saw the shape of your cute little butt through them, I started feeling a stirring in my groin and knew I'd love to lick that cute butt and get my cock inside it and make both of us feel good inside." He tried to pull away, but I moved both of my hands down to his butt and pulled him tightly against me. and fondled those soft round buns and the crack in between, down to that virgin butthole. He squirmmed a bit, then relaxed as I caressed his butt and the space between his hole and his nutsac. I gently moved him to the side of the bed, knelt down in front of him, and gently felt his crotch and his boyhood through his jeans. I massaged his prick and ballocks until he developed a noticeable erection, which I rubbed my hand along from base to head. Then I moved my hands back to his buns as I put my mouth over his prick and gently bit down on it through the material, but not enough to cause him any pain. Then I worked my tonuge up and down the shaft of his prick, still covered by his jeans and undershorts. He stiffened up and took a quick inward breath through clentched teeth. Then slowlly exhaled. I looked up into his face and saw a look of ecstacy. "Home Run....." I said to myself. I then asked, "Have you ever had that little rod sucked?" He looked down at me in a way that said "Are you kidding!?" Then he said "No....... but I've thought about it a few times, and wondered what it would feel like......" "Well, here's your chance, if you're interested." Hesitantly, he said, "Well.......I guess so.....but promise me you'll go slow with me." "Of course, I'll go as slow as you need me to be, but we need to get on with it, cause I've got another little boy that I met in the game room where we met, that not only wants his prick sucked, but even wants a man cock up his tiny butthole." Fred looked at me with a look of disbelief in his face, and asked if I was kidding, I told him that I was not kidding. He asked, "What's his name? I might know him if he was in the game room...." I said, "I don't know. Didn't ask, and he didn't tell me." "What does he look like then?" he asked, "Oh, let's see. He's about four inches shorter than you, quite thin, has really light blond hair, close set blue eyes and a slender nose with a few freckles along the bridge, and real light complexion. Evidently he lives near by." I answered. Fred looked at me with a shocked look on his face, and said, "You may not believe this, but I think that is my cousin Timmy." "Well, whoever he is, he told me that he had been buttfucked a couple times before by an uncle just shortly before the uncle moved to New York City, and that he'd been wanting a man's cock in his butt since." I told him. Fred then said that the boy couldn't be his cousin then, because none of his uncles live there. I worked at getting Fred's jeans loosened and pulled down to his ankles, and he stepped out of them, then I slipped a couple fingers under the waistband of his briefs and slowly lowered them, first in the back a little, then in front, and the back a little more until they were just below his crotch, and then let them slid down his legs to the floor, and he stepped out of them. I then gazed at his stiff erect boyhood sticking straight out from his lower abdomen like a hornet's stinger, and pulsating in anticipation. I looked up at him and said, "Fred, my friend, that is one nice piece of boymeat you've got, looks almost good enough to eat." He looked at me with an almost scared look in his face, and asked, "You ARE kidding me, right?" I said in a chuckling voice, "Of course, I wouldn't want to leave you with nothing to piss through, or feel the fantastic senastions that come from getting your prick licked and sucked." A look of relief filled his face. I then took his three inch boymeat between thumb, forefinger and middle finger and lightly stroked it from tip to base and back again, while gently massaging his little boy-nuts with my free hand, and a moan of pleasure virberated though his young body that I could feel in his lower abdomen. I said, "If that feels good, then this will feel even better." and I immediately took his whole prick and his nuts in my mouth together, and worked my tongue all over the tip of his prick, especially the opening that he pisses through, and then wiggled his nuts around with my tongue, then back to the tip of his prick. This caused his body to stiffen and quivver, and he let out an "OOooooooo, that feels great, like tiny pins prickling me all over down there." With that, I moved my hands to cup his buns in them and massage and kead them, and lightly slid my fingers up and down the crack of his butt, and gently glide across the object of my desires, his virgin hole. I had also started working my lips and tongue back and forth along the length of his prick shaft. Fred was shaking like a leaf in a stiff breeze. I gently slipped a finger into the boy's sweat slickened anus, up to the second knuckle and wiggled it around and rotated it around in him, making him stiffen his body again, and that anal muscle tightened around my finger. Momentarily, he relaxed again, then I slipped a second finger in to his anal orifice and worked it in as deeply as I could get it and the first finger, and found his prostate and pressed and massaged it while sucking on his boymeat, which by this time was super- sensitive. After a few more strokes of my lips on him, Fred stiffened up and shook more convulsively than ever, then suddenly I felt some kind of liquid squirt onto my tongue, and then realized from the mild salty taste, that he had cum in my mouth. This shocked the hell out him. He asked, "What the hell happened to me?!" "Buddy, you just came in my mouth!" He had a look of confusion on his face as if he didn't know what cum was. I said, "In other words, you just had an orgasm and ejaculated a little bit of sperm---semen." "Holy shit! I've never done that before, even when I''ve jacked off"! Fred exclaimed, truly thrilled with what he had done. "Well you have now, and at the skillful hands and mouth of a Cherokee Indian. I guess you could call that "Injun-nuity." and we both bursted out laughing. "And I'll tell you something my young friend, I'm glad to have been the one to receive your first squirt of boycum." I anwered. "I'm glad you were the one too. I never thought it could anything like that. It was really great." I asked him then, after a quick glance at my watch, "Would you be willing to let me butt fuck you like I mentioned earlier? I promise I'll be really gentle with you and work it in slow and easy....." "What time is it, and when is that other boy supposed to get here?" he asked. I told him it was nearly 6:30, and he said, "Oh, crap! I gotta get home before I get in a world of trouble!" he exclaimed. Then he asked "When will you have to leave tomorrow?" "Well, I make my actually delivery at 7:00 am, it should take around an hour to unload the stuff in the trailer, then after that, I'll call my dispatcher and let him know that I'm empty, and see what kinda load I'm to go after. I'll probably see about getting some breafast after that. I figure I'll probably pull out around 9:30 or 10:00, unless I'm delayed by some PRESSING business." I said, with a grin to show that I meant like pressing my cock into a virgin butthole. He understood what I meant. "I can be here by 9:00, where will you be parked by that time?" he asked. "By that time, I should be right back around where we are now." I answered. "I hate to run out on you like this, but I didn't realize what time it when we came out to your truck. And that boy will be pretty soon. And I don't think that would work if we met up like that. He could mess things up for my acting career if he were to decide to tell." "Okay, I understand. You ARE going to be here tomorrow then, right?" "Sure. I said I would be. I've never had that done to me before, but seeing that sketch got my curiousity going. Look, I really gotta get going"! He said, as he finished arranging his jeans and shirt by this time. I opened the door and let him out, and he took off in the opposite direction from where the blond haired boy would be coming from. I knew that, because I was sitting in the driver seat looking around as I watched for him, and saw which way he arrived from.