Date: Thu, 19 Dec 2013 17:38:22 -0600 From: Scott Subject: Giving Casey His First You lead him into your bedroom. He's asked you more than once on previous weekends, but until this time you've always said no. This time you can't resist the temptation, especially with him asking with such a horny look on his face. Especially with him sitting up at the end of the couch in just a pair of grey-blue boxer briefs showing a very noticeable erection. As 12-yr-old Casey walks in front of you your gaze is drawn down to the buttressed shape of his small boyish ass. It has that magical ability to jut out away from his narrow lower back when he's standing. Casey gets on the bed, laying down on his back, his head resting on one of the two pillows. His legs are spread apart at the knees, his feet nearly touching at the heels. It's as though he's offering himself up to you. He totally trusts you. He loves you, in fact. He wants to please you as much as you want to please him. He knows you want this as much as he does. He's already given you repeated assurances that he won't tell a soul about what you're about to do, which is, take his innocence. You're about to show him how to get an orgasm. As you get onto the bed laying on your side next to Casey your hand strokes the side of his slender torso. His skin is soft as velvet. Your eyes scan down his narrow chest and soft boy tummy before coming to rest on the stiff jutting shape of the erection that arches up from his groin, covered in the combed cotton of his boxer briefs. You get on your knees and tell him to spread his legs as you kneel in between them. You hook your thumbs into the elastic waistband of his underpants and tell him to lift up his butt. You feel the heat from his body in the soft cotton as you slowly draw the boy-sized garment down from his hips, over his thighs and knees, and past his skinny calves and over his small cute little feet. You toss the briefs aside as he keeps his thighs spread apart. You look into his face and see him looking down at himself. For the first time you are seeing him fully naked and aroused. His boy cock is perfect. It stands at what appears to be between three and a half to four inches. The shaft is thin and perfectly straight. The tip is slightly thicker than his shaft and features a robust roundness that reminds you of a cherry. Drawn closely up to his groin, his scrotum resembles a small plum. His groin is completely devoid of any hair. It's hard to say, but judging from the volume of his ballsack you think his first time may be accompanied by an ejaculation. You praise him, reassuring him that his size is perfect for a boy of his age. He seems pleased and somewhat relieved by your accessment. "Please, Greg. Do it. I won't tell. Please?" You take his silky skinned cock in your fingers, feeling the tension in it as you gently pull it away from where it presses against the delicate slope of his pelvic skin. Casey emitting a soft gasp as he feels himself being touched there by a hand other than his own for the first time. His penis feels feverishly warm and rubbery firm. You encircle his shaft with just your thumb and index finger, squeezing it slightly and feeling his penis swelling back. Casey's legs draw in slightly and then spread out. His tummy clenching momentarily as he makes a soft moan. He's just so sweet, you think to yourself. So sweet, and so ripe. You've gotten to him just in time. It probably won't be more than six months from now before his first hairs will begin to appear. You slowly begin to stroke him and as you do so Casey's arms reach up to hug the pillow beneath his head. He looks on intently as the ring of your thumb and finger glide up and down the powdery smooth surface of his 12 year old cock. "Feel good, lil' buddy?" You ask him and he nods his head. "Tingles funny," Casey says, half-giggling. "It'll tingle a lot more before we're done." You say as you return your gaze down to the delicate, innocent cocklette in your fingers. With your free hand, you softly grip his upper inner thigh, softly tracing the edge of your thumb across the surface of his puffy nutsack. He's at that beautiful, transitional stage of puberty's onset - no longer a little boy, but just starting to grow into early manhood. Your hand feels the muscles in his thigh tensing as Casey squirms a little on the bed, whimpering softly. "It's okay, Casey, let those feelings come," reassuring him as you see that look of anxiety a boy makes as he's beginning to experience sensations in his body he's never experienced. Casey moans and his body stretches and relaxes, his legs twitching slightly. The delicate curve of his tummy expands and contracts as Casey begins to take in and release deeper breaths. Already there's a peachy sweet musk wafting up from his groin, as the perfume of his boy sex begins to fill the air. "Greg," Casey whimpers and juts his groin up in an involuntary spasm. "It's okay, lil' buddy, it's okay," You tell him, knowing the kid is starting to feel the first gentle waves of sexual tension building. "Starting to tingle more?" "Yeah," Casey says, gasping and swathing the tip of his tongue over his lips, a look of concern in his eyes as he remains focused on your fingers tenderly squeezing and gliding up and down his kid stiffy. "Greg, my tip feels sooo tight." Casey announces. That little cherry-shaped head of his looks bloated to the point where the bluish-pink skin covering it now looks glass smooth and shiny. A ripple of tension washes across the boy's body and his small ass squirms on the bed. "You want me to stop, buddy?" "NO! Please dont; don't stop, Greg!" Casey responds pleadingly. You chuckle, understanding that as intimidating as the intensity of the new sensations flowing out from Casey's penis into the surrounding area of his body must be, the pleasure is just as intense. With your thumb, you start to massage the perineum between his balls and his boy pucker. You notice Casey's puffy round sack now seems to show the two distinct globes of his small balls more clearly as his scrotum begins to tighten. Caseys head, which has been curled up from his shoulders, relaxes back onto his pillow and his eyes close. His head rolls jerkishly from side to side as he emits soft moans punctuated by an occasional whimper. "Just let it happen, lil' buddy," you say softly, knowing the little guy is really struggling with his first build-up. "Show me what a little man you're becoming." Casey's legs begin to spread wider, his knees drawing up closer and closer to his hips as he spreads them. His tummy is now practically fluttering as his slow deep breaths take on a rapid and shallow quality as he begins to pant. You look into his face and see his cheeks are flushed with a fine mist of perspiration covering his skin. His smooth hairless groin showing that same moistness. The ripe peachy scent coming from it now more aromatic. Your thumb slowly strokes against his perineum and begins to feel a sudden swelling pressing back. You know he's very near to his climax now. His tip, now a highly inflamed purplish pink, looks tight enough to pop. You look into his face and see his eyes flutter open and grow wide. He curls his head up from the pillow, looking down at his stiffy in your fingers. His boner stiffens further and you feel an increased thickening to the shaft. Casey's groin begins to involuntarily thrust in rapid undulations. You take another glance into his face and see his expression of utter helplessness. "It's okay, baby, you're just gonna cum." You can't help calling him baby when he's looking this damned cute. "Greeeeeg!!!" Casey yelps in a high-pitched squeel as you feel his perineum spasming against your thumb and feel his slender boycock flexing in your fingers. You stop stroking and wrap your other fingers around his shaft in a soft caressing grip, allowing your touch to feel his penis flex in swelling lurches. You count four spasms in his shaft before his now drum-tight, bloated boy tip releases an arcing squirt of watery clear boy cum. Casey makes a tight-tummied grunt as his boy spurt lands next to his belly button and is quickly followed by two more. The force of his ejaculation resembles squirts shot from the pinhole of a water pistol. His discharge is little more than spermless semen showing no hints of cloudiness to it. The fluid so thin that it immediately drips down the sides of Casey's spasming tight sheath of abdominal muscles. Casey's balls contract up in spasms as he ejaculates and then slowly relax back down. His puffy scrotum once against resembling the perfectly symmetrical roundness of a small plum. Casey collapses onto the bed, panting and whimpering and softly, in awe, saying, "I spermed. I spermed. Greg, you made me sperm." A gentle smile of boyish pride curling his lips. ....................................................... If you've enjoyed reading this fantasy, please remember to donate to nifty.org so that you may continue to read other stories like this, now, and for years to come. Thank you!