Date: Sun, 19 Jul 2020 20:54:10 -0700 From: Vance Von Jungsburg Subject: Lust For Life (Gay/Adult-Youth) The following story is fictional. None of the events, characters, businesses or cities are real. Please do not read if you are under 18 or if the content is illegal in your jurisdiction. Email me if you liked the story or want to comment at vereinington@secmail.pro. Thanks, Vance. Nifty needs your donations to provide this valuable platform http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html LUST FOR LIFE Warm shower water poured over my head and down my shoulders. I watched the sudsy water run off my hardening cock as the memory of Noah's naked lower half lit up my synapses. I quietly recited the mantra to myself again: He stuck his cock into my mouth I sucked it 'til the juice came out The biggest one I've ever seen Amazing that he's just fourteen The raggedy yellow t-shirt he wore looked like it had fit him when he was 11, but at 14 it was tight on him, creeping above the waistband of his satiny basketball shorts to reveal a band of taught stomach and an innie belly button. Noah kept the shirt on even when I was blowing him, his shorts in a puddle next to my couch. Retreating from the memory of the night before, I felt the warm steam of the shower and shivered. I caressed my wet erection. I wanted to jerk it to release, but I didn't. I was saving it. Noah was coming over this afternoon. I whispered the verse once more. He stuck his cock into my mouth I sucked it 'til the juice came out The biggest one I've ever seen Amazing that he's just fourteen Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, How would things be with Noah now that we had crossed that intimate threshold? We'd never explicitly said it, but we both knew it: despite our eight year age difference, we were best friends. Noah was a skate kid who'd wandered into my single-wide mobile home when he heard me and Jay jamming a couple months ago, We were playing Green Day and Blink 182 covers. It was late May, so we had the windows and back door open to try to keep cool. We weren't even turned up loud - my guitar volume was about as low as it could go and still be heard, and Jay's bass was barely audible. We had the volume low so we could hear ourselves singing without a mic or PA system. Through the sheer curtains on the dining room window I could see someone approaching, so I wasn't startled when he appeared in the back door opening. I was struck by has appearance, though. My face went flush and I felt lightheaded. The sandy-haired kid looked directly at me, His piercing green wide set eyes fixed on mine, then dropped to my guitar. "Is that a real Telecaster?" The boy asked. "No, it's a copy, but it plays pretty good," I answered. Jay began thumping out a funky bass line, slapping the strings in an exaggerated fashion. He seemed annoyed by the intrusion. But I didn't want the kid to leave. He was wearing cut-off gray sweat pants and a black t-shirt with a Volcom logo. His skinny right arm held his skateboard by its nose with its bottom resting on the welcome mat. His thin legs were tanned and toned and hairless. "My dad had a real Telecaster," the boy said. "What happened to it?" I asked, more to keep the boy engaged than to get an answer. "I dunno. My dad took off when I was nine." "Oh... sorry." I felt a pang of regret for the kid. I tried to change the subject. "Do you play?" I asked. "A little, but I'm really a drummer." I saw Jay snap to attention. We'd been trying unsuccessfully to find a drummer to join our "band." "You any good?" Jay asked. "Yeah," the kid replied with confidence. "You wanna jam with us?" I asked, trying to hide my eagerness. Jay looked at me. I could tell by his expression that he didn't think it was a great idea. I was 22, and Jay was 24, and this kid was what? 13? 14? "How am I gonna get my drums over here?" The boy asked. I volunteered my pickup truck. Two days later I pulled up in front of a shabby duplex a few miles from my trailer. Noah was opening the door to the single car garage before I even got out of my truck. We loaded his five piece drum set into the pickup. It was a bottom-of-the line silver sparkle Ludwig kit but it would be fine. Noah jumped into the passenger seat and we headed back to the trailer. I stole glances at Noah, trying not to be obvious. He was dressed in blue school gym shorts and a gray tank top. The shorts had the Dickinson Middle School emblem on them. "Shit," I thought to myself. "I shouldn't be perving on this kid. He's still in frickin' middle school." But his smooth, lean legs kept beckoning my eyes to return to his body. They traveled from his grubby white sneakers up his hairless sun-bronzed shiny shins past slightly browner knee caps, to his light cocoa thighs then to the hem of his dark blue shorts. I looked at this crotch. The material of his shorts was bunched up at his groin in such a way to make it look like a sizable bulge, but I knew it was probably just fabric. This was the first time I'd seen Noah since he popped up at my trailer door, though I'd texted him a few times to arrange our band practice/audition. "So how long you been playing the drums?" I asked. "Since I was seven. So... seven years," Noah answered. So the kid was 14. "What grade are you in?" I asked. "Seventh," Noah replied. "Triple 7s!" I said. "That's a lucky number." Noah looked at me blankly. "Wait, I mean I finished seventh. I'm going into eighth in September." I felt like a dork. The rest of the ride was mostly silence. Noah's right leg bounced up and down as if he was nervous. Then I remembered - he was on his way to an "audition." Back at my trailer, Jay and I watched Noah set up his drums. When he bent down to adjust his bass drum his shorts stretched tight across his backside and defined the cleft of his ass. It was perky and round and I was getting a boner. I knew our jam session would be louder with drums, so I had closed the door and put a mattress up agains the front window. Luckily I had that floor unit air conditioner that my mom gave me or it would have been unbearable in the trailer. I had texted Noah our "set list" a couple days earlier, hoping he'd be able to get familiar with some of our songs. Noah sat down at his drums and looked at me expectantly. "We usually start with `Lust for Life,'" I told Noah. The words were barely out of my mouth and Noah was already into the drum intro. Pum pum pum pa pum pum pa pum pum... Jay looked at me, a slight grin on his face, and we launched into the song. We had practiced with other drummers - mostly friends who played drums as a hobby - but no one had played like this kid. I looked at Jay. Like me, he had a huge grin on his face. We were caught in the kid's groove. The pounding jungle tom-toms of the song propelled us - Noah's meter was rock solid. I began to sing into the mic. "Here comes Johnny Yen again, with the liquor and drugs..." I looked over at Noah. His right leg bobbed up and down as he worked the kick drum and his sandy hair flopped into and out of his eyes as he nodded his head to the rhythm. When I finished the verse I moved slightly to my left to get a better view. From that position I could see his shorts, or rather, up his shorts. Noah wasn't wearing underwear. His soft cock extended along the inside of his leg and stopped a couple inches from the wide-leg opening of his middle school gym shorts. I could see he was circumcised. I could see he was big. I had to get a better view. I moved toward Noah and crouched, as if I was really into what I was playing on my guitar, but in reality I just wanted to see farther up the leg of his shorts. It was too dark to see much more than his cock head. "Earth to Christopher!" Jay yelled into the mic. I was jolted out of my reverie. "We've been playing the second verse for 12 bars." I stepped up to the mic and began singing the second verse at the top of the turnaround. After finishing the song, Jay went to my fridge and pulled out a Coors Banquet from the twelve pack he'd brought for practice. "Want one?" Jay asked me. "I'll take one," Noah volunteered. I could see the indecision on Jay's face, but he relented and handed the boy a bottle. I knew it was a reward for his good playing. Noah played every song on the setlist flawlessly and downed one more beer. He had a natural sense of when the changes in a song happened and he was able to lock into Jay's bass playing to form a tight rhythm section. As far as I was concerned, he was our drummer. After practice, as I drove Noah back to his house, I told him he was in the band. "Is Jay OK with me?" he asked. "I'd get rid of Jay before I got rid of you," I laughed. I don't know if it was the two beers or relief at passing the audition, but Noah was very chatty on the way back to his house. I found out he lived with his mom who was a cashier at Costco, had no brothers or sisters, his favorite musical artists were Rush, ASAP Rocky and Green Day, he played Fortnight and Borderlands 3 and was a B+ student. Aside from liking Rush, his tastes seemed typical for a 14 year old. After Noah's audition, our band practiced three times a week. I picked up Noah and his drums before each practice, and took him home afterward. Jay drove a Yaris, so he was useless when it came to toting the drum kit around. I began to look forward to the drives with Noah, and we became more comfortable with each other. One day I picked him up and noticed he was wearing brand new red Converse All Star high tops, which wouldn't have been unusual except that I wore red All Stars almost every day. Noah started coming over to my house even when we didn't have a scheduled practice. He'd watch TV, eat my food, play games on my computer, and just hang out and talk. Sometimes I'd share a couple beers with him, and that would open the floodgates of conversation. "Christopher," Noah asked one day halfway through his second Genuine Draft. "How come you never have any girls over here?" We'd been talking about the scariest movies we had ever seen, so I was momentarily unsettled by the question. "Well," I answered slowly, trying to sort my words. "I like girls, but more as friends... I... well, I guess you could say I'm Bi," I stammered, "but at the moment I'm not really looking for a woman." "Oh," Noah said without surprise. "I'm like that too." After a pause, he started talking about the Final Destination movies he'd seen. Later that night as I lay in bed I ran the conversation over and over in my head. Noah had said he was "like that too," but what did that mean? He wasn't looking for a girlfriend at the moment? He was Bi? He liked girls as friends? I should have followed up after Noah said that but I was too stunned by his admission. I reached into my shorts and started rubbing my cock, thinking about Noah. His large member was seared into my memory bank - it showed up to practice every time he wore the blue gym shorts. I began to imagine Noah on my couch just after Jay had left, slipping his shorts down his thighs to reveal his hard big-boy cock. I pulled my own shorts down to my ankles and let my erection free of its confines. In my fantasy I knelt in front of him and took his cock into my mouth and sucked it until he poured his young teen seed down my throat. In real life my cum exploded all over my abdomen and stomach. Just afterward, the verse popped into my consciousness of its own accord. I'd been trying to write songs for our band, so I'd already been in a creative writing mindset, but this just came out of nowhere. He stuck his cock into my mouth I sucked it 'til the juice came out The biggest one I've ever seen Amazing that he's just fourteen I found myself wishing that I could make it happen, Noah didn't ask about my sexual orientation or lack of girlfriend for a couple weeks after that, but one day we were watching TV when a news teaser about Pride Parade in Austin came on. "Are you going to that?" Noah asked. "Why would I be going to that?" I asked in return. "It's LGBTQ and you're... "B," Noah answered. He started laughing and followed up. "I can see you there in your speedo and leather suspenders." I started laughing too. "Yeah, and you'll be there in pink booty shorts with a bunny tail!" We both doubled over in laughter. Noah stood up and pulled his sleeveless t-shirt off, then pranced around the living room like he was in a drag show. The thing is, the kid had great moves and rhythm. It has been my experience that drummers also tend to be the best dancers, and this kid was no exception. Noah then pulled up one leg of his satiny red basketball shorts, holding it in a way that revealed a white buttock. He continued to march back and forth in front of me. "You ain't my boyfriend, boyfriend," he sang as he turned his back to me and thrust his butt toward me, one cheek revealed. I couldn't help myself and playfully slapped it. It was smooth and warm. "I ain't your girlfriend, girlfriend," Noah sang as he spun on one leg and was now facing me. He put both hands on his hips and swiveled them, then hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts. "But you don't want me to see nobody else..." He slowly lowered the waist of his shorts revealing a line of creamy white skin. "And I don't want you to see nobody." The top of his shorts came lower, showing the v-line of his pelvis. His hips swung left and right in a smooth motion. "But you ain't my boyfriend, boyfriend." The shorts went lower, revealing a few light curly hairs. Just below the waistband, a capacious tented pouch pointed directly at me. My face flashed hot and my mouth went dry. And suddenly the show was over. Noah pulled up his shorts and sat back on the couch saying nothing. I had to break the silence. "You're a good dancer," was all I could come up with. I felt like a doofus. "Thanks," Noah said. "Can I have a Mountain Dew?" "Sure," I answered, feeling deflated. After Noah left I pulled off my t-shirt and shorts and sat on the couch stroking my cock, imagining he was dancing in front of me. In my imagination, I reached out and grabbed the prominent bulge in front of me, causing Noah to pull his shorts down to his ankles. I put my hands on his butt and guided his sizable erection toward my face, then took him into my mouth and deep-throated him. He stuck his cock into my mouth I sucked it 'til the juice came out The biggest one I've ever seen Amazing that he's just fourteen It only took me a few seconds to come. I wouldn't be seeing Noah the next day because I had to work, but my time at the tire shop was spent obsessing over him. I couldn't get Noah's performance out of my mind. Was that kid sending me a message? Or was he just performing boyish antics? He seemed to have a good idea what the typical dress at a pride parade looked like. And that Ariana Grande song was now stuck in my head. Soon it was replaced by another mantra. He stuck his cock into my mouth I sucked it 'til the juice came out The biggest one I've ever seen Amazing that he's just fourteen Two days after Noah's sexy performance we had another band practice. After running through the only 12 songs we knew twice, we sat around trying to think of a good band name and drank Rolling Rocks. Noah and Jay were just spitballing names, none of which I cared for. "How about the `Howling Hawks'?" Jay suggested. Ugh. Noah ran a couple names by us. "I like the `Daggers.' It sounds tough. Or maybe `Diamond Daggers.' Or `Diamond-Tipped Daggers!'" Noah was wearing a raggedy yellow t-shirt that looked three sizes too small and rode up his stomach when he sat on the couch, revealing his flat abdomen and innie belly button. "`The Daggers' is OK, but I bet that name is already taken," I said. That was the trouble with trying to name a rock band 60 years after rock and roll was invented. All the good names were taken. Jay left because he had a shift at the 99 Cents store but Noah asked if he could hang out for a while. He'd drunk three Rolling Rocks, which was as many as I'd allow him to drink in one session. He seemed loose and chatty. "Christopher?" I looked over at him with my eyebrows raised to signal for him to continue. "When we were talking about the pride parade the other day... is that something you would ever go to?" A pride parade was not something I'd ever considered seeing. It just didn't interest me. I liked young guys who seemed straight. Really young guys. The flamboyant over-the-top spectacle of a pride parade just wasn't my scene. "Why?" I asked. "Are you interested in going?" "I don't know... It might be cool to see what it's like. I saw some on Youtube and it looked kind of fun. There were guys wearing crazy outfits. Like, some had the asses of their pants cut out, and some had these big cone things on their dicks." As an afterthought he added, "I just find it funny." Noah had opened up a new avenue of conversation, one that interested me very much. "What would you wear to a pride parade, if you could wear anything?" I asked, "Hmm. I could tell it wasn't something Noah had thought about. "Maybe like a some tight leather shorts with a tail?" Noah said it like he was asking my approval. "Oh, that would look really sexy on you," I replied. "Really?" Noah asked. "Uh huh, I'd like to see it." And suddenly we had gone deep into a place I never thought we would get to: a couple dudes talking about sexy gay stuff. Noah nodded at me. Then he looked me up and down. "I think you would look good in... a tiny bikini bottom and those sandals like Roman soldiers wear." I don't know how Noah came up with that. He must have seen a picture of a guy dressed in a similar getup. I tried to picture myself in the outfit. I was lean, even skinny, like a proper rock guitarist should look. My hair was a bit long and unkempt, but I knew I wasn't unattractive. Girls had gotten crushes on me since I was 11 but I wasn't interested. I'd had crushes on boys my own age in middle school and high school but none ever seemed to return the feeling. I had to keep things moving in this direction. "I don't have an outfit like that, but I could put on some flip flops and a jockstrap." I laughed so I could claim it was just a joke if Noah reacted negatively. But he didn't. "Yeah, I'd like to see that." I got up and went into my bedroom. I had my jockstrap from high school deep in a drawer somewhere. I was really going to do this. I walked back into the living room wearing just the jockstrap and flip flops. Noah burst into laughter and pointed at me. "You really did it!" he howled. Then he stopped and looked at me. I saw his eyes scan my body, lingering on the parts that were usually covered. "Turn around," he ordered. I did, "You got a nice ass." he stated, "Oh, thanks," I said as if my grandma had just complimented me on my haircut. What a dolt I was. Then I had to ask. "Do I get to see yours?" Noah stood up from the couch. He turned around and slowly pulled his satiny gray shorts down to his thighs, revealing the white globes of his 14 year old boy ass. I thought it was magnificent. His little yellow t-shirt revealed the bottom of his tan lower back, which met the abrupt line that began the creamy white of his butt, untouched by the Texas sun. Below his ass his legs returned to the brown color of his back, not in a hard line, but gradually change back to the tanned flesh of his lower thighs. The cleft of his ass looked clean and inviting. My jockstrap tented straight out. There would be no way to hide my interest from Noah. "Turn around," I said, barely above a whisper. Noah's thighs couldn't hold the shorts up as he turned. They dropped to his ankles just as he presented me with a full frontal view. Again, the brown of his lower stomach halted at a sharp line of white skin. The v-shape of his lower abdomen traveled from the brown of his stomach to the white of his pubis, culminating in a small patch of thin brown pubic hair. Beneath the hair, sticking straight out, not up, not down, not left, not right, was the biggest cock I'd ever seen in real life. To be honest, I hadn't seen many cocks, especially hard. I'd jerked off with a neighbor boy when I was 13 and hooked up with a couple 18 year olds on Grindr when I was really horny, but at 6 1/2 inches (17 cm) I was bigger than any of them. Later, I'd measure Noah and find out he was just over 8 inches (20cm) but that's a story for another day. Noah's eyes went directly to my crotch. I pulled the jockstrap down - my penis bounced up and my balls jiggled. I gave it a quick tug. I noticed the tip of Noah's tongue was sticking out of the corner of his mouth. I approached Noah and embraced him. I was half a head taller than him, HIs face pressed against my shoulder and his big cock poked itself between my legs under my balls, My cock was pressed against his lower abdomen just above his patch of hair. We ground our pelvises together. Noah looked up at me and I opened my mouth to kiss him. Our tongues wrestled and our hands roamed. I squeezed his ass cheeks and he thrust his cock forward through my legs. I reached around and felt his cock head, wet with precum, extending beyond the back of my legs. Breaking off our kiss, I licked Noah's chin, then down his neck, kissed his chest, then crouched to plant little kisses down his stomach, abdomen and finally his cock head. I licked the salty slippery tip of his cock then took him in my mouth. Noah made a sharp intake of breath. He felt warm and sizable in my mouth. I had to open extra wide, like I was at the dentist. I knew he was too big for me to take all in - at least with the little experience I had sucking cock - so I tried to make up for that in other ways. I licked his hairless ball sack and cock head and sucked hard when he was halfway in. I caressed the root of his shaft with my fingers and let him poke at the inside of my cheek, Noah began a rhythmic thrusting. It was gentle but firm. He placed both hands on the top of my head and not ten seconds later his balls unloaded down my throat. He made tiny whimpers when he came. I held his cock in my mouth until it had stopped spasming, then pulled off and looked at his shiny, wet, boner, Noah fell backwards onto the couch, spent. His thin chest heaved up and down with his heavy breaths. I sat next to Noah and put my left arm around him. I jerked myself with my right hand as he watched with rapt attention. Noah reached over and ran his hand through my pubic hair and felt up my balls, rolling them gently between his fingers. This put me over the edge and I shot powerful, abundant volleys of semen all over me and the boy's right arm. We sat next to each other, naked and quiet, for at least five minutes, staring across the room at nothing in particular. The poem repeated itself over and over in my head. He stuck his cock into my mouth I sucked it 'til the juice came out The biggest one I've ever seen Amazing that he's just fourteen He stuck his cock into my mouth I sucked it 'til the juice came out The biggest one I've ever seen Amazing that he's just fourteen Finally Noah broke the silence. "What's that thing in your butt that's supposed to feel really good when you get fucked?" "The prostate," I answered. "Yeah, that's it. I tried sticking a marker up my butt but didn't feel anything. Maybe I just don't know where it is." Then Noah stood up. "Well, I gotta go. You around tomorrow?" "I'm working in the morning but I get home around 3:00," I answered. "Ok," he said, pulling up his shiny gray shorts. I noticed there were a few wet spots on his t-shirt, but knew they'd dry fast in the summer air. "See you tomorrow." And with that, he was out the door. He stuck his cock into my mouth I sucked it 'til the juice came out The biggest one I've ever seen Amazing that he's just fourteen It's not Walt Whitman, but if you ask me, it's a damn fine poem. END Other stories by me, Vance Von Jungsburg: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/vegas-voyeur/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-boy-from-norway https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/fuzzy-upper-lip https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-joke https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-agent https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-art-of-the-boy https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/hollywood-hills-hideaway https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-intriguing-neighbor https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-boys-of-columbia-heights/