Date: Mon, 13 Jul 2020 11:24:58 +0000 From: Strange writer Subject: Michael, So Far 2 Back to the continuing saga of Michael. I love getting correspondence, so please let me know how you feel about this series or anything else at strangestorywriter@protonmail.com If you like this story, you can check out my others: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/adult-youth/surprise-at-the-pool/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/incest/shelter-in-place/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/boys-in-the-alley https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/pinehurst-middle-school/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/lil-brian-takes-charge/ Disclaimer: This story involves sex between adults and children. Everything that follows is completely made up by me and is 100% fiction. All characters are figments of my imagination, they are not based on real people. Real children do not act this way. If you are not allowed to read this type of story in any way, or are unable to separate fact from fiction, please stop reading. If you enjoy the Nifty archive as much as I do, please consider donating to keep it alive and thriving at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Best- Strange Writer Grandpa (Cont.) I was torn between staring at the fascinating puddle of semen laying on the tile floor and the man in front of me, standing there in a t-shirt with his shorts around his ankles trying to catch his breath. He had been the first man to cum just because of me. His penis rapidly deflated until it was only a few inches long. When he recovered enough, he reached over for a roll of paper towels and used one to wipe the tip of his cock, milking the last drops out, then said, "Let me get that," and bent over and wiped up the coagulating spunk from the cool floor beside me. "What do you think?" Grandpa Bob asked cheerily, "did you like it?" Inside I was thinking, "Oh my god, that was so wicked, I can't believe that I'm staring at this guys spent cock and that I actually put it in my mouth and I can't wait to do it all over again!" But what I said was, "Umm hmm." "That's great!" he said a little too loudly, probably relieved, "Well we can do that any time you want buddy," he finished in a much quieter voice. And I said, "Ah huh." "Ok, well, back to business," he said as he pulled his pants up and tucked away his nice penis, "why don't you ask your mom if it's ok to run you to the bike shop to get you a new chain?" I ran next door and asked her, and I remember very clearly that I knew that I should feel guilty and embarrassed and disturbed by what happened, but I also clearly remember not feeling any of those things. I just wanted to spend more time with Grandpa Bob and whatever dirty things that he might want to show me. I'm going to stop here and point something out, Grandpa Bob was never my boyfriend. Boyfriends are the ones that you want to kiss. I never wanted to kiss Grandpa Bob, and as far as I know, he didn't want to kiss me. We were just friends, and we both wanted sex (a lot of it and often!). Ok, back to the story: So my mom was perfectly happy to have Grandpa take me to the bike shop. I think that parent's judgement isn't that great when they are presented with an opportunity to have their kids out of their hair, so it never crossed her mind to worry about nice old Mr. Green. As soon as I had permission, I ran back to his house and we loaded up into his pickup truck, Grandpa Bob easily hoisting my broken bike into the bed. It was a big truck, with a full cabin, so it had a back row and it sat high off of the ground. When we passed other vehicles, we were almost always looking down on them. It was really cool to be up that high, I felt like we were the kings of the road, having only experienced my mom's Honda Accord. The excitement of the ride, the memory of what had happened earlier and the closeness of this nice man all conspired to make my penis stick up against my shorts again. Absentmindedly I started grabbing at my little tool and casually rubbing it, which didn't go unnoticed. "You poor guy," he said, "I was so wrapped up in getting to cum, I didn't help you out! That's not a nice thing for a lover to do." "Lover?" I said, wondering what the hell that meant. "That's what grown-ups call people who have sex," he explained. When I flinched at the word "sex" he added, "Sex is what we just did, when we were naked and touching each other. Some people don't think it's sex unless you have intercourse, but try telling that to Bill Clinton," he threw in with a laugh. I had no fucking idea what he was talking about, but I liked thinking about what we had done in the laundry room, so sex seemed good to me. "What is intercourse?" I asked him. "Well, you know how babies are made?" I nodded in response, "Well, that's intercourse, where the man's penis goes inside someone else." "Oh, inside the girl's hole," I said with a wrinkled nose, "sure, I get it." "Well, yeah, that's true, but a man can put his penis in another person's butthole, and that's intercourse too." I'm sure that my eyes were as big as frisbees, "In the girl's butthole! Isn't that dirty?" Grandpa Bob laughed, "It doesn't have to be dirty, except in the naughty way," he said with a wink, "and it doesn't have to be a girl, boys have buttholes too." Side note: doesn't "Boys have Buttholes Too" sound like a bestselling kid's book? Alright, sorry to interrupt. This statement hit me like a ton of bricks. Despite my previously explained, life-long, love of dick, the idea of gay sex, as well as the idea of anal sex were like something from outer space. All I knew were whispers about how babies were made, but as far as I knew, there wasn't a boy in forth grade who knew that buttholes could be used for anything besides pooping and farting. And what Grandpa Bob and I did in the laundry room didn't seem anything like the, honestly gross, baby-making process. I just thought that it was fun. "Boys have sex with boys?" I summed up as well as I could. "Yes, sometimes, and sometimes men have sex with boys, like we did today, but more." "More?" "Yeah, like I said, they can put their penises in each other's buttholes, and they sometimes put them in each other's mouths, like you did with mine. And a lot of times they let the cum go into their mouths and swallow it," he informed me, basically dropping a lifetimes worth of exciting ideas onto me in a couple of sentences! I sat in silence staring at him and thought about these words. Swallowing, butthole, sex, these words weren't making my boner go away and Grandpa decided to propose a solution. "Let's take a little detour," he told me, "would you like to go somewhere where we can be naked again? Because I know a little spot where no one will see us." I nodded happily (Naked? Yes please!) and Grandpa turned the truck down the next road and drove for about five minutes until we were outside of town in an area of half-built homes. "This project was abandoned, so nobody is out here," he said as he came to a stop in and isolated corner of the place. He rolled down the windows so that there was a nice breeze and shut off the car. It was there, with the sound of the wind and insects outside, that I got my first blowjob. Grandpa Bob reached over me to the other side of my seat and pulled a lever making my seat fall flat with a clunk, leaving me laying on my back. He slowly slid my shorts down without saying a word, then leaned over me and slid my throbbing little erection between his lips. I remember thinking about ten things at once. This act wasn't new to me because I'd already given Grandpa Bob a mini blowjob less then an hour earlier. But it still made me giggle when his grown-up mouth devoured my tiny cock. Those giggles quickly turned to sighs as the wet sensation of his tongue stroked over the head of my erection and his lips slid down my whole shaft. I'm sure that I had a grin from ear to ear because almost immediately I knew that this felt right and sexy and it was what I wanted to do again and again. While he was working on my cock, he was making all kinds of yum noises, like he was eating his favorite ice cream while he licked on my boner. Now I know exactly how he felt, and you'll always get your fair share of moaning from me around your big dick that's filling my mouth, but at that age, it was a little distracting. Everything was new, so when he went down and started to suck my nuts into his mouth I was worried that he'd bite them off! Luckily he didn't and pretty soon I couldn't ignore how good it felt. "You like that, huh?" he asked as he dropped my sack from his lips. "Yeah," I sighed, louder than I expected, "it feels real good," I told him. "See how this feels," he said, then lifted my legs up so that my knees were in my chest. He was still seated beside me in the car, so from there he put one arm behind my thighs to hold them there and grabbed my right buttcheek with his hand, then used his other hand to grab the other cheek while pulling my ass up so that he could reach it with his head. When he stuck his tongue against my anus all that I could think was, "Boys have buttholes too," then the rush of sensation hit as his tongue dragged across the sensitive flesh, leaving me writhing in pleasure as I wondered if he was going to try to put his penis in there. Grandpa's head was upside down from my view, so I could see the stubble on his chin as it rubbed across my balls while he licked away at my tight hole. Then he released my legs and looked up at me, saliva covering his lips as he smiled before dropping back down and sucking me inside. I was really starting to get into these new feelings, and I started to realize something was happening that was really new. It was some sort of combo of needing to pee really bad, but something else that was building and building. I must have looked worried because Bob said, "It's ok little guy, just let it happen, don't fight the good feelings." I was lucky that I took that at face value, because I've given a few boys their first bjs and it's tough for them to get over that hump of fighting against that first, scary orgasm, but for me, I was advanced! With my head resting fully on the seat back, I felt the feeling build and build, until finally, it happened, I could feel it start in my belly and behind my balls before I was shot over the edge as my cute little penis started throbbing rhythmically against the roof of his mouth. I think that the only noise that I made was a squeak as my first spasm hit me for the first time in my life, the strength of each dry spasm setting my mind on fire as those amazing new feelings shot through me. Grandpa Bob smiled at me as he stroked my slowly shrinking dick, "That was so nice, you came!" he said excitedly, "Just like I did before," he told me. I was so excited that I did this grown-up thing. "Someday you'll shoot out cum when you do that, just like me," he added with joy in his voice. He helped me pull my pants back up, and we headed off to the bike shop. Grandpa Bob fixed my bike when we got back home, and he also got to receive my first real blowjob as a thank you. I even took a little cum in my mouth, but none down my throat. Like I said, it took me a little while to acquire a taste for spunk. My First Boyfriend So Grandpa Bob is a big part of my life, even now, and I had a lot of firsts with him and lots and lots of fun with him and some of his friends. See, it turns out that Grandpa was living a pretty active gay lifestyle right there in our cul-de-sac, which would have come as a big surprise to the neighbors (and his widow I would guess). But I wanted to tell you how I got where I am today, and ,as I've mentioned, that involves boyfriends. Like I said, boyfriends are the ones that you want to just kiss even if you aren't doing sex things. I never really want to just kiss Grandpa Bob. Sure, while he's leaning over me with his cock buried up my upturned ass it's only natural to make out. But there's never a kiss goodbye or a night where we make out and just hold hands and nothing else. And the thing is, we both are fine with it that way. So when did I get a boyfriend? About six months later. Grandpa and I had played together whenever we had a chance, and he had taught me lots about pleasuring a penis and brought me to lots of shivery dry cums. We hadn't had butt sex yet. (I'm still just out of forth grade for crying out loud) but he and I both enjoyed some butt licking and fingering, both giving and receiving. I think that I told you that it was a year before I enjoyed swallowing, but I realize now that it wasn't anywhere near that long, because I had already started to look forward to my "reward" whenever I played with one of these nice men by the time I met my special man. That's how I stumbled upon the lucky man who would be the beneficiary of all of my experience with Grandpa Bob. He was sitting on a bench, casually watching the kids on the playground. He says that he'd seen me, but I think that I saw him first because I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I had already developed an eye for the men who were watching the little boys with dirty thoughts in their heads just from talking to Grandpa and his friends. That's what I saw when I first saw Jacob, but I also saw a young, handsome, and strong man, and I wanted to see more. My experiences had already made me pretty aggressive when it came to sex (I'm sure that you're completely surprised by that), so I walked right over and plunked down next to him on the bench. He was obviously a little self-conscious, and tried hard to pretend like he wasn't giving side glances to check me out. Wanting to move things along quickly I said, "Which kids are yours?" even though I knew the answer. "Oh, um, I, um, I'm just, uh, taking a rest on my lunch break," he said unconvincingly, "I just like the peace of the park." The park was about the least peaceful place ever. It was filled with crying, screaming kids all acting like shits, so he was obviously lying. I knew exactly how to play this though, "Oh, I was kind of hoping to find someone to talk to, since I don't know anyone here," I told him, looking up with sad eyes. And I was right about how to proceed, because he offered up, "Well, you can talk to me, I don't have anyone to talk with either." He had such a kind face and nice personality, I couldn't have been happier than to talk to him. He had crazy blue eyes that I couldn't stop staring into, light brown hair, and as I mentioned, a handsome face and fit body. I gave him my biggest smile and said, "I'd like that." We talked for a little bit, exchanged names (Jacob) and where we lived (not too far from the park or each other) and age (32). This was all fine, and I really liked talking, but I had other things on my mind, so when he asked, "What do like to do for fun?" I answered, "Find nice men whose dicks I can suck," like I was telling him that I liked to play baseball. Jacobs's mouth literally dropped open, but it definitely registered with him because I saw an immediate lurch in his pants. "W-w-what?" he asked. "You heard me," I said in my most smart-assed way, "I like giving blowjobs, and I'd like to give you one if you want to go somewhere private." Jacob jumped up, probably in shock at what was happening, and quickly pulled his small bag over his crotch, obviously noticing an embarrassing situation, "I see you like that idea," I teased. Who knows what thought process he went through, but he was with it enough to not let this pass, "Do you want to come to my house?" he said in a soft voice. This would have to do, there's not exactly a million places to disappear in the desert of suburban LA. It's not like we can drive into the woods. "Yeah, I'll follow you on my bike," I told him, "just start walking, I'll catch up after we've left the park." Once I made sure that anyone who was watching us, which was probably no one, was out of sight, I caught up with Jacob and rode beside him. "Have you done this before? I mean go up to a strange man and offer to blow him?" he questioned me. "Well, no, not like this, but I've sucked dick a lot, and you looked so nice that I couldn't stay away," I told him. He gave me a big smile at the complement, "I can't tell you how glad i am that I met you," he said, "I've wanted to do this with a boy my whole life but never dreamed that it would happen." There was something about this guy's honesty, almost a sweetness (and his hotness, I mean come on, let's not lie here), that made me feel like I needed to be closer to him. When we arrived at his very nice house (the two of us had already discussed that he lived alone), he entered the code for the garage and I brought my bike in before he closed the door. There were two steps that led up to the house entrance from the garage, and being a gentleman, my nice Jacob let me lead the way. But instead of turning the knob, something got into me and I turned around to face him, our eyes on an even level because of the steps, and I wrapped my arms around him and mashed my mouth to his. I'd never kissed like this. Having yet to move to anal sex, Grandpa had yet to make out with me while he plowed my ass, and I was thrilled with the sensations that Jacob was sending as I felt his lips part and his tongue slide out against my lips and gently urge its way inside. When I opened my own mouth and our tongues met it was like an electric shock went straight from my mouth to my balls. We broke apart for a second and both gasped, Jacob looking at me in shock, "Holy shit kid, you're something else!" he announced, out of breath. I grabbed the doorknob behind me and we burst through the door. This wasn't going to be another laundry room bj, I grabbed his hand and pulled him farther into the house until we stumbled upon a family room with the curtains drawn. Like a little kid trying to get his parents to go faster to see Santa, I pulled him behind me until I plopped down on the couch followed by Jacob and I sat up tall, took his head in both of my hands and started to kiss him again. This was a passion that I hadn't felt before. This was special. While we were kissing, I reached down and found his left thigh and slid my hand quickly up to the meeting of his legs where I felt his steely pole beneath the thin material of his pants. I smiled even though we were still connected, and I said, "I want to see it." Jacob leaned back, his hard cock pushing up the front of his pants, and started undoing his belt. Instead of help him with the unveiling, I stroked my palm up and down his erection. He quickly unbuckled and slid down his zipper. When he opened his fly, the ridge of his tantalizingly close dick was displayed in his red bikini briefs. I had never seen underwear like that before, and I thought that it was so sexy as I dropped to the floor between his legs and grabbed his waistband and undies and started to slide them down. With his penis already pointing up, I got to see his head almost immediately, and was in for a surprise, he had a foreskin! I had no idea that these things could be different. All of the old men that I'd played with were cut and so was I. I'd find out later that lots of guys my age were uncut, but when I saw Jacob, it was a shocker. He laughed when I stopped and stared at it in shock, "I'm uncut, only people in America are cut like you, and my parents were European, so they left me intact. Is it ok?" I wasn't shy, and new things got my blood boiling, so I reached out and touched the loose skin that hid his head, then squeezed it and realized that what I was used to seeing was underneath this sliding flesh. Jacob pushed his pants down and off, then took my hand in his and pinched my fingers onto the foreskin and guided me to pull it down to expose his wet glans. Now I was back in chartered territory and I bent right over him and took the precum covered head into my mouth. "Oh kid!" he let out as soon as my lips touched his erection and he put his hand on the back of my head. I was so distracted by his foreskin that I hadn't taken in the beautiful cock sliding through my lips and teasing my tongue. It was big and wide, bigger and wider than any of the older men that I'd been with and it was super exciting. The tip quickly hit my throat as I sunk down and caused me to gag a little. I'd been working on that with Grandpa, but this big dick was too much to even consider going down my throat, so I focused on working hard to please the first few inches that I could take. That meant lots of tongue, stroking with my hand, and lots of eye contact. When I released the long boner and took a long lick up the full length of the shaft he said, "Oh, man, who taught you this?" Imagine how he felt when I said, "My Grandpa Bob," with no explanation, then sunk right down onto him again. Jacob groaned as I took several quick stabs at him before releasing him again and moving down to his shaved scrotum. His testicles were pulled up, so I gently suckled on one and then the other to warm them and help them descend again until they were nice and loose. Ok, stopping the story to tell you about balls: kids balls are tight a lot of the time. If you want to lick a pulled up, thick-skinned sack, find yourself a hairless boy. Men, on the other hand, frequently have nice loose sacks that feel great in the hand, in the mouth, and slapping against you when you're fucked. So if I am with a man, I like to warn those babies up if they're shriveled up tight and turn them into hangers. Ok, back to the show. I continued to bathe them with my saliva, looking up at Jacob, who had slid farther down so that most of his upper body was flat on the couch but his head propped up so that he could watch me and I could see his face framing his hard cock from my sack-licking perspective. I took the shaft in my hand and lifted it up so that it was perpendicular to his body and started stroking him, his penis looking huge from this angle. What a sight I must have been as his balls disappeared into my sucking mouth and or occasionally rested on my nose. Doing one of my favorite things from my recently acquired bag of tricks, I hoisted his sack and licked what I could reach of his taint. He had a purr in his voice as he said, "Oh, Michael, that's so good," and then, maybe even unconsciously, brought his left foot off of the ground and placed it flat on the couch. While it didn't give me total access, I was delighted that this opening of his legs had the effect of raising his ass slightly and opening his cheeks so that the aroma coming from his newly exposed, dark ring drove right into my nose. As I've mentioned, those smells are like a beacon for me, drawing me in like a black hole until I was slithering my tongue down toward his slightly upturned asshole just above the cushion of the couch. I put my thumb on the inside of his raised cheek and my fingers on the back of his thigh to open him up even more and took my first taste of my new friend's delicious pucker. Now you may notice that I say delicious and you say "What?!" Well I've told you that Grandpa Bob taught me how to eat an asshole and that you should act like you're making out with it. So that means two things. First is the obvious: lots of tongue movement, gentle kisses, hard kisses, explore the area around, but mostly dig your tongue into that beautiful starfish. That brings up the second thing that it means: enjoy giving a rim job. If you're going to lick an asshole, it doesn't mean that you've licked it any less if you make faces and keep your head pulled away while you tickle it with your tongue out of disgust. So if you're going in, why not make it worthwhile and get off on him getting off? At least that's how I feel. And that's what I always do and today was no exception. I started with a nice twirl around his whole ring, causing him to gasp and pull his other foot up onto the couch. With his butthole even more exposed, I spread his cheeks with my hands and jammed my pointed tongue as far inside his sphincter as possible. Jacob grabbed his unattended shaft and quickly began stroking, saying, "Oh kid," with a cry in his voice, "oh man, you're so dirty, so good." I couldn't have picked two better words to describe my goals while pleasing someone! He tasted clean, just like skin with maybe a little muskiness and sweat from being outside on a hot day. It was so hot to feel his hole totally loosen up, just from a couple of minutes of prying with my wet tongue. I took a swipe from where his crack met his back and went forward, getting his crease wet before topping his anus with lots of pressure but continuing up his taint to the sweaty underside of his scrotum. Now I know what I didn't know then; Jacob had never had his ass licked, let alone by a almost eleven year old boy. Because of this he was a blubbering mess of groans, grunts, moans and exclamations of joy, thanks and pleasure, all while masturbating at a furious pace until he said, "Oh, man kid, that's incredible, you're going to make me cum!" which was my signal to move back to his wide smooth cockhead and slowly stretch my lips down his boner before picking up a quick pace matched by quick strokes designed to bring about the inevitable jizz shot right into my mouth. Jacob was very vocal, lots of "oh, oh, oh," and I knew that we were at the end. My own little cock was steel hard with excitement, and I fiddled with it with my free hand. Then I said the thing that I knew would put him over the edge; "Cum in my mouth," as I stared into his eyes and stroked his cock. Jacob groaned as I sunk back down, shivering and thrusting up to meet my bobbing head. "Oh, you did it! I'm cumming!" he shouted, then grunted as I felt the head swell slightly and I pressed my tongue into his peehole, digging for my reward when suddenly it came, exploding into my waiting mouth in spurt after delicious spurt. He came tons, my mouth almost overflowing with jizz, one tiny drop escaping the side of my mouth before I released his penis, tilted my head back slightly to not to spill, and opened up to show him his load pooling under my tongue. I've never met a man who didn't go nuts for that trick. As he lay there panting, naked from the waist down and his shirt bunched up to his chest, he placed his hand on my cheek and cupped it there giving me a gentle caress with his fingers as I closed my mouth and swallowed his load in one gulp. Then I opened up to show the missing evidence of my naughtiness with a smile. I rested my head in his hand and he took his thumb to wipe up the last dollop of semen stretching from the corner of my mouth to my chin and brought the digit up to my mouth where I sucked it clean. "You're the most beautiful thing that I've ever seen, thank you for that," he said before I crawled up his body and gave him a kiss with the lingering taste of jism still coating my taste buds. Completely happy and relaxed in that moment, I laid my head on his chest and closed my eyes in contentment, savoring the warm feelings that I had for my new man.