Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2019 18:22:00 +0000 From: encolpius1@protonmail.com Subject: Naked Game THE NAKED GAME by Encolpius DISCLAIMER: This is fiction. It is purely imaginary. and intended as a fantasy. Any similarity to actual persons or events is purely coincidental Compliments, complaints, comments to encolpius1@protonmail.com Please donate to Nifty. The Archive needs your help. "Whatcha doin?" Travis asked me, standing in front of my recliner. It is a little chilly outside and he is in his fuzzy X Men pajamas. "Just watching the baseball game" I say. He turns and looks at the TV. "I'll watch with you" I let the seat down and let him clamber up. I have shifted all the way over to give him a little room and it is just enough for him to wiggle into. He's nine and still very small. However, I know he will not be satisfied with sharing a seat with me and quietly watching the Dodgers and Red Sox in the World Series. Besides, it is very near to his bed time. But he still has energy to burn and soon he has made his way onto my lap. He is pretty bony really. I think he has a beautiful ass but it is bony sitting on my lap. He leans back on my chest and I put my hands on his belly. "Jo Jo" he says, his nickname for me. "I don't have to go to bed. I'm not tired at all" "I think if you lay here like this, you'll go to sleep" I'm certain that he would because he finds sports uninteresting but I also know that he won't just lay there. Sure enough, he twists and flips over, now his small crotch in mine. "You maybe want to play the naked game?" "No, Trav. I want to watch the World Series." "No Jo Jo. You want to play the naked game" he pouted. "With me" I do want to play the naked game. More than anything. My dick is feeling the blood flow rushing into it, stirring to life. Many, many years ago, a young boy, very similar to Travis, same black hair like india ink and same bright green eyes, had tempted me away from a World Series. They have two outs, I said. The curse of the Bambino was dead, I thought. I retreated with him to the bedroom and fucked a boy too young to spunk for the first time. The next day, I learned that Blll Buckner had made the most famous error in baseball history as I pleasured his hole. I do not regret it. I've seen the play on video many times and I have relived the pleasure of creaming his insides. I love the X Men pajamas. I don't want a grown up 9 year old. I want a boy. I carry him in the room in my arms. He isn't heavy and I work out. He has his arms around my neck and smiles a toothy grin. I deposit him on the bed. He bounces a few times like it's a trampoline and then plops down. I don't tell him to not jump on the bed. He is a boy. He needs to romp and jump and play. This is a boy's job. He has flopped down and spreads his legs like scissors. Then he laughs. "Take my stinky socks off" he says with a laugh kicking up one leg "With my teeth?" "Gross Jo Jo" he says, giggling so hard he shakes. "With your teeth" I bite at the end of the toe, grabbing up the cloth in my teeth and pulling off the sock. He then lifts the other leg and puts it toward me to do the same there. His bare feet were in my face and the little joker hasn't washed. Sweaty and dirty is the way I like him. He has a sweet smell otherwise -- boys do because it is only as men we develop the musk. I put his big toe in my mouth. "This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home, this little piggy played the naked game with Jo Jo" Travis said giggling. I slid my hands up his legs and then his thighs and he twitches a little before I slid them up under the red and blue top. He sits up and we pull off the X Men top. He is grinning broadly. He is bony and lean. You can count the ribs. His arms are thin and mostly bone, his chest flat and his belly has that baby fat bump that even lean, active boys have. It's a delicious sight. I want to eat him up. "You" he says I pull off my shirt. The naked game requires us both to be naked, of course. I have a hairy chest. My shoulders are broad and my chest thick. There is a bit of a belly but not bad for my age and I work out. Travis reaches up and runs his hand through the hair on the torso, smiling. This is a constant. He is fascinated by body hair. "I likey" he says. "I likey, likey" "I likey too" "Suck my titty" he says, pointing at his left breast. I lean down and take the nipple in my mouth, licking at it first as he giggles and squirms underneath me, protesting that it tickles. Then I suck on it as I tongue it. He moans a little, just a little, almost silent as it escapes. I tickle him in response and his whole body shivers as he cackles and kicks his legs up. I lean over and lick the other. "You like girl's titties?" Travis asks "No, just boys" "Me too" "You want me to take those off?" I say, pointing at his blue X Men pants. The evidence of his erection is obvious. "MmmHmm" he answers, putting his hands behind his head and lifting up his ass I pull them down and off, sliding down his skinny hairless legs. He has on Spongebob underwear, briefs. They are tented by his erection. I reach to pull them down to. Again, he hikes up his legs to let me. This is the best view in the world, absolutely the best. He is naked and he is perfect. His balls are the size of a pair of seedless grapes and his stiff prick is little bigger than my pointer finger but it sticks up at a jaunty angle. I lean down, drawn to it like a moth to flame. I want it in my mouth. He backs away and covers himself. "No Jo Jo" Travis says in protest. "You too" I've broken the rule. "It's just so pretty" I say "No" he says, still covering himself. "You have to too" I pull down my shorts, down and off. I have on black boxer briefs. I am hard too. Travis is smiling. He is all twitchy acting. He wants to see it. I pull off the underwear and liberate my fat cock. "It's big!" he says. It's always big. He knows how big it is "Let me see yours" "What's going on down there?" he asks his dick, his hands cupped around his balls but now pitched up. He giggles and folds his hands the other way and opens up. He grabs his dick with one hand and begins to pretend it is a gun. "Pow! pow! pow! I gotcha Jo Jo" "Yeah, you do" His dick is small enough that I can masturbate him with just my thumb and forefinger. Hard as a fucking rock though. Like a small bar of metal covered in velvet skin, sliding back and too in my finger. A bit of lube on it for slickness -- he is cut and this may go on for a while and we don't want him chafed. It is sensitive down there. His balls tighten up some as I do it. But he is dissatisfied. He takes over and his hand fits better around it. He flogs it, hard and fast, like a hungry boy would, desperately desiring the sensation. It looks beyond cool to me to see him pleasuring himself. "You, Jo Jo. You do. You know." Travis says to me. "You like little boys" "I like you a lot" "I'm sexy" "Fuck yeah" He laughs. "Fuck yeah" He loves to swear. Only here and only during the naked game. I get myself propped up in his mid section and lean over, taking him into my mouth, my lips making a seal around it. I take him down and it doesn't fill me up or make me gag. He is a young boy, after all. But I suck him nonetheless because pleasure is pleasure at any age. Just my lips around it and I let it rub against my rough tongue rub along the short shaft of it and then I swirl my tongue around his sensitive tip. He gasps with delight and with sensation. I can suck him all night and be happy, letting him orgasm time and time again. I love his little cock and his little balls and I rub the hairless taint, massaging his tiny, undeveloped prostate. I grease a finger and slip it in between his ass cheeks. I let the slicknes of the silicone guide my finger around his hole, massaging it. But I want it inside of him. He is feeling my mouth on his prick, the pleasure of it, and he is not protesting. In fact, I think he wants it. I push the finger in, crook it and find the prostate, a hard little bump, and roughly massage that. "Uhhhhh" he lets it escape. Can't help it. 'Good?" "Uhhhhhhhhh" It's good. He won't let me fuck him. He's scared of the pain. I get it. And I respect it. It's his ass and he gets to say. Even at 9, he owns his sexuality and this is as much about his pleasure as mine. But I'm working on it. Teaching him the pleasures of the butt. I all ready have a dildo bought, ready to introduce, not as a large as a real dick but the next step up from my fonger. But for now, though, this is good. Wanna trade with me? You do. You know it. Happy to suck and finger fuck if the boy would just let you. Be honest. I have my finger in the butt of a 9 year old little cutie --black hair, fair skin, green eyes, and the perfect little body of a boy that loves to move and go. I'll suck him and finger him until he pushes me off. And you would too. "Fuck" he says again, less giggly. More a moan. He is feeling it. The breathing is shallow. Every once in a while, he has to sigh to get enough air. He isn't talking. I clamp my lips around it and roughly swirl around it, getting it right up under the piss slit and licking. His body gets tense. I look up. He has one arm drapped over his forehead and his eyes closed, a look of near pain on his face. He is barely able to breath and when he does it is in deep gasp. He wants to say something but it is strangled. I keep going. I can tell. Close. He tenses more and then .... everything relaxes. He stops me. And then he starts laughing uproariously. It is the funniest thing ever to him. 'You're nasty" I say. "Nasty, nasty" he says, still giggling. "Sexy nasty" I reach down and stroke my own dick. Greasy hands still from the Astroglide, slides over the shaft. He reaches down and puts his hand on mine. I let go and he clamps onto my hard dick, stroking it. He's seen me do myself enough that he seems to know how I like it and he does it well. It feels good to me. He slowly strokes it and pays attention to the head of it. That sets me off. 'Okay, Trav" I say softly. He takes my dick and angles it his way. He can't take it all in. It's too big. But he gets the head in and a third of the shaft and he is a pretty good little cocksucker. He's learned. He uses his hand, stroking my shaft, reaching over and tugging on my balls and he uses his tongue and the suction of his mouth. "Goddamn, Trav, that feels so good" I say. "You are so beautiful, so sexy" He sucks me. And he is still hard. He never lost his erection despite the orgasm. I let him suck me and it feels fine but this kid can have orgasm after orgasm and keep coming back for more. I want at the dick again. I know he wants me there too. So, I push him back, his boyhood pride standing up. I need at it again. I take it in. He is more sensitive this time though. I don't let up though. I give it a tongue bath even as I slid my hands up on his skinny torso and let them devour his fine young body. I suck on the balls. Then, I comee back down and slide a finger in his ass again. "Jo Jo" he moans. I finger fuck him as I suck it. He moans again. It is the agony of pleasure. He is too young to have a real sex drive. He doesn't know lust or sexual hunger. But he does know sexual pleasure. And I want to maximize that pleasure. "Ooooh" he says, almost involuntary. "oh, Jo Jo" I come up off the dick completely. His hand plants instantly on my head. "Don't stop" he says. "Please Jo Jo. Don't stop" He needs the release of that second orgasm. I suck and lick and stroke and finger fuck him as he is driven over the edge. He spuirms this time underneath me. He pants. He is dying for it. Then he shakes all over. The second one is done. I push his little legs together and pour some mineral there. I get over him and force my cock between his grease up legs and begin to fuck that way. I am fucking him but not penetrating anything. He lays there, looking at me, smiling. He knows what comes next: cum. He loves to see me cum. I fuck his legs and he keeps them tight against my cock. Then I begin to feel it, the dampened back awakening. The rising pressure. The painful pleasure. I lose conscious control. I just fuck because I have. "Oh fuck!" I call out, pulling out from between his legs, and using my hand to coax out my load. I shoot and it flies out, creaming his crotch and the lower part of his belly in hot wet jizz. He laughs and smiles. "You're nasty, Jo Jo!" he says. "You're so nasty" "Yeah. But you turn me on" He grins broadly. He takes a finger and gathers up a bit of my cum and holds it up, the semen hanging down about to drip. 'Dare me?" he asks "Yeah" He puts the cum in his mouth. He always does. Now the next part. He gathers up some more and I eat my own load. I like it when he lays beside me and cuddles. Once we get done with the naked game, he puts back on the X men pajamas and settles in beside me. I slip my hand inside his pants and onto his crotch as he falls asleep. The rhythmic breathing tells me the motionless boy is still alive. One day, he will no longer be the perfect little boy. His balls will drop and hair will sprout up and he will drop loads. He will have other lovers, perhaps female or perhaps male or perhaps both. But I will have been his first. The one he will never forget. I will find other boys. But I will always love him. Right now, I just cuddle with him and hold him in my arms. He grinds his little ass in my crotch and laughs before yawning. He knows what he is doing.