Date: Mon, 12 Nov 2001 20:19:17 -0800 From: Cats Tales Subject: Lucky Me - Chapter Two Lucky Me By CatsTales@hotmail.com Note: The following story contains explicit details of fictional sex between Men, Teen and younger boys. Anyone finding this sort of material offensive and anyone not legally old enough to read it should close here. The characters and events are purely fictional and not intended to portray any real events, condone or encourage any of the activities described. Lucky Me By CatsTales Chapter Two - My Bed Becomes a Shrine After the most intense orgasm since my first oral sex with my younger cousin, my focus turned to the perfection sharing the luckiest day of my life. So Far. We dried each other off, most carefully, and from the touch I received I knew that Barry was far more into this then just preadolescent curiosity. It was delicate, caring caresses with the fluffy white towel, urging my single-minded, sixteen year old penis into another fervent, tightly quivering erection. When my turn came, my whole being was fulfilled at that moment; I'd been blessed with a boy god that melted in my hands. If he were feline of species, he would have purred a deep, pleasant melody as I moved the soft cloth over every inch of stunning, lean frame. The most enticing feature had returned to it's cute, little boyhood state, the accompanying peach pit sized sack hanging loosely, the nuggets within churning, producing what I hoped would be sweet nectar to possess and enslave me with it's mystic flavor. Bare fingers caressing the soft pliant appendage, spongy soft flesh quickly reacting and firming up, with only the speed tumescence can provide, I found my altar and gently moved us silently to the temple I hoped to construct within my bedroom. I carefully maneuvered Barry to lie supine across my small, queen size bed, and stood beside to behold perfection in my minds eye. Surely no creature on earth was more beautiful, more enticing, and more desirable then the supple, softly downed youth that reclined so comfortably, staring back at me. Not with lust of sexual desire, but with excited anticipation and what I perceived as complete acceptance of my desire to pleasure, to take his consciousness to only levels that he'd dreamed about, too afraid that his previous companion would perceive his desire and be damned by his most inner desires. Barry and I had become one, and I was about to seal that pact, not with experienced practice, but with a devotion that leads and supplies all the required skills that some so callously obtain through trade. Yet not a word had passed between us from bathroom to bedroom. I lowered myself slowly to lie next to him, my hand gently reaching to stroke his supple, downy cheek. The gleam in his beautiful hazel eyes shown as a soft smile creased his magnificent features and leaning in, I softly kissed his ruby lips, hand gently falling to his chest, smoothly gliding across the velvet skin of his chest. "I'm already in love with you, Barry." I whispered in his ear, nibbling his earlobe as my left hand slide across right, dime sized nipple, already rather pointed and firm. "Show me, I want you too, I want you to teach me. Nicholas, I've dreamed of being right here," my boy god whispered, taking my face within those soft, almost delicate hands, eyes' boring into me, confirming that he was indeed mine with a strong will that incarcerated my soul. I nuzzled the softness of his neck, teethed the soft flesh, eliciting a barely audible moan and moved to suckle his left nipple, fingers still toying with the right as they both turned hard and pointed. Finding saliva was difficult, but his increase in breath was as though a sumptuous meal had been laid before a starving, pitiful soul and soon a delicate sheen was present on his heaving, velvety chest and I dropped my hand to caress the even more sumptuous region of his firm, young thighs. My kisses trailed through the middle of his lithe frame, till I felt his steel hard firmness stab into the lower portion of my jaw. My fingers trailed in between his legs, and they spread immediately, allowing access to the nether land between. My lips barely touched the blood engorged tip of his boyhood, gentle butterfly kisses that produced a long, tortured moan of anxious question. The wetness of my tongue slicked up the full length of his finger sized shaft, quivering and trembling as the tip slide slowly from tip to base. To a groan of ecstasy, I abruptly drew both tender morsels of eleven year old boyhood within my mouth and gently played them within the moist, warm wetness, tongue flipping each a minute distance. "NICHOLAS!" Barry cried, "YOUR KILLING ME!" and hands intertwined in my hair, his eyes screwed tightly shut, head jerking one way, then the other, body taut, barely moving as I sucked upon his tight nutsack. My index finger probed between the suppleness of his shapely buttocks and upon finding the warm wetness of his anus, I freed his testicles and dove upon his shuddering boyhood, encasing the full length and letting my spittle coat it once again. "AHHHHH" he groaned, nearly painful in nature, but the thin hips responding as nature intended, driving his immature, yet demanding spear further into it's new found cave of sexual pleasure. I sucked and succored as best my experience allowed, feeling his pleasure within my mind, recalling all I'd ever dreamt, fantasized and only once ever practiced, giving my little boy god my all. "UH UH UHHHHHHHHH" he squeaked and grabbing my ears, drove his pelvis against me, crushing my nose to his barely furred groin, and frantically gasping breath, lean chest heaving, legs thrust straight out. Just as the tip of my finger slide into his virginal rectum, a long wail escaped from his lips and his testicles burst forth, spewing the first shot of his release against my tonsils. I don't know where the thought came from, but I quickly moved my lips up and encased just the tight mushroom hood of his little cock, just in time to capture the second volley, without it sliding down my throat. A third and my own pent up testicles spewed as well, coating his lower stomach in a mass of white, sticky sperm. Barry convulsed with his orgasm, body not within his control, fingers twisted in my hair painfully, but only after I had exhausted his hairless, eleven-year-old testicles of the sweetest, most delicately flavored taste I'd ever had the ecstasy to consume. The collapse was amazing and I actually became a little fearful as his still quivering, bobbing little penis popped out from between my lips and his saturated, totally spent frame dropped to bed, his breath so ragged and uneven that I felt he might be having a seizure or heart attack. Unfounded, as his eyes fluttered open, his hands pulling at my chin, face moving forward, lips smashing against mine, arms encasing my back and he kissed me with such intensity that my own heart began to stutter and miss it's synchronous beats. We lay together, naked as brought into the world; bodies one with each as we fainted into blissful, totally fulfilled unconsciousness. End Chapter Two Comments enjoyed immensely, which provide the courage to continue. Flames ignored. Humbly yours, CatsTales@hotmail.com