Date: Fri, 23 Jun 2006 07:04:39 -0700 (PDT) From: Rob Hoek Subject: Nasty Man (4) I watched the boy, his expression anxious, as he stared at the protrusion my erection was making in my shorts. He lifted his eyes, and met mine, as he repeated the question, saying, "Could I...?....see it, I mean...it looks like a really big one, the way it's all sticking out." "Are you sure you want that...?...it's not necessary for you to do anything to me, you know...I'm perfectly happy just playing with you, and showing you new feelings." I inquired, meaning every word of it. His head nodded, the soft hair billowing slightly off his scalp, and his eyes returned to the pole in my shorts, as he said, "Yea, I'm sure I want to....I never actually saw a man's before....well, not all boned, anyway." That qualification peaked my curiosity, so I was prompted to ask him, "I see.....so then, you actually have seen men's penis' before then, just not any erect ones...interesting....just how did you managed that, I wonder?' He looked at me, a serious expression on his cute face, as he replied, very matter-of-factly, "Well, I seen my dad's a few times, and I sometimes get to see them like in bathrooms, like the mall, or the park, even the movies, sometimes, like when we are all using the bathroom." "Ah," I responded, "yes, I understand that, the public restroom part, is that how you came to see your Dad's penis, too?" I asked. He nodded again, and added, "Yea, that, and mostly when me and him sort of camped out at this old cabin place....it didn't have like any real shower, and so me and him had to do it together in this little outside stall thing, cause there wasn't very much warm water, so we shared it, and we were all naked, and so I seen his then, too." "I see," I replied, "but it wasn't hard then, your Dad's penis, right?" I pursued. He shook his head, and told me, "Right....just, like, all soft...but its still lots bigger than me." I chuckled, and ran my fingers through his soft hair, and said, "Well, that's only because yours is still growing....besides, it's really quite perfect just as it is, as I have repeatedly told you...don't even worry about it's size, I really couldn't like it any better than I already do....that's why I love to touch it, and have it in my mouth so much." He blushed sweetly, a soft flush tinting his creamy cheeks, and I fluffed his hair again, and watched with interest as his flaccid penis twitched at my reference to touching him, and sucking him. He reached his hand down, and groped it briefly, then, once more asked his original question, "So, can I see yours, then?" I smiled, nodding, and stood up, lowering my shorts and briefs in one movement, letting my very erect cock spring free. His eyes widened slightly, and a small oval formed on his lush lips, as he stared at my pulsing erection where it swayed mere inches from his pretty young face. "WOW!" he chirped, "it IS big....and really thick, too....and man, you got, like, tons more hairs than me!" he exclaimed. I grinned at him, secretly pleased at his complementary remarks, and told him, "Yes, well, as I said, you are still growing, both penis size, and pubic hair, and it's very likely, given the size of you now, that one day you will be larger than me....the hair thing is mostly a matter of family heredity, so you will most likely resemble whatever you saw that your father had in that department." His eyes never left my erection as he listened, and I held my breath, as he slowly snaked out his hand, and tapped the head of cock with a finger. He tapped again, then, held the contact, and slowly rubbed a single finger over my cock head, causing me to shudder in pleasure, and emit a small groan. His eyes darted up to meet mine, an expression of concern furrowing his smooth brow, and he squeaked, "Did that hurt, or...?" I winked at him, shaking my head, as I replied, "No...not at all...in fact, that was a moan of pleasure...kind of like how you sound when I play with yours....it felt really nice, actually." He returned his attention to my cock then, and once more passed a single finger across the head, then, wrapped his delicately shaped fingers around the shaft, squeezing it gently, as if gauging its rigidity, and thickness. His doe-like eyes rooled up, and he looked at me, a smile spreading over his cherubic face, and he said, slightly breathlessly, "Wow....cool...it feels really warm...and, like, all hard, all sorta soft, both at once...!" My cock lurched in his grip. His soft touch sending voltage to my balls, as his small hand moved tentatively over my shaft, stroking me, and causing another shudder to run through me. The sight was nothing short of erotic, the boy's small, and delicate fist wrapped around my turgid cock, and moving steadily up and down it, and struggled to resist the urge to pump my hips, and drive my throbbing erection back and forth in his silky grasp. He went on like that, his gaze fixed on my cock as he stroked it, and I watched his own pretty penis swell, and harden once more, to stand proudly off his sparsely tufted groin. Deciding that two could easily play this little game, I reached down, and mimicked his movements, my hand sliding up and down his silky boy nail. He glanced down, and giggled, then, turned his rapt attention back to my erection, just as a pearl of precum emerged from the slit, and oozed across the head. "Cool!" he sang, adding some pressure, and speed, to his strokes, "it must be liking this pretty good....its getting all wet on the end!" I chuckled, still working his rampant little tool, and told him, "Oh yes, its liking this just fine, believe me....and, if you keep making it like what you are doing, things are likely to get a whole lot wetter, too." He giggled, his head bobbing up and down, and his eyes riveted to the leaking head of my cock, as he repeated his earlier comment, saying, "Cool!" It got quiet then, as we stood there, avidly stroking each others rigid member, and in a matter of minutes, he had me, as my balls tugged sharply, and the unmistakable sensation of orgasm pulsed through my cock. I groaned, succumbing to the pleasure, and my cock jumped in his firm grip, then, erupted, long, thick ropes of my cum ejecting rapidly, and spraying over his smooth chest, and drooling down onto my hand where I stroked him. He pumped my spitting cock rapidly, his eyes like small saucers, and he looked down at his spattered, and cum coated torso, as a wide grin crossed his sweet face. He looked up at me then, a grimace of tension fixed on his face, and his cracking voice squealed, "Ohhhh.....agggg....me......tooooo.....!" As his boy cock flexed, and spurted yet again, spewing his young cum pellets everywhere, as I pumped him through the orgasm. Both of us somewhat spent, and puffing, I sank backwards to sit on the table behind me, and pulled the trembling boy onto my lap, holding his slender naked body tightly, as I stroked his soft hair, and told him how incredible he really was. After a short rest, and some very pleasant cuddling, I went and got a wash cloth, and towel, and got us both reasonably cleaned up, and then suggested we go lie on my bed, and I could continue exploring him, and show him more new, and fun things. He readily pounced on the suggestion, and I happily followed his naked little butt down the hall, and into my bedroom. He stretched out on his back, his now soft penis small, and so very sweet, as it nestled against his hairless scrotum. The well shaped helmet head glowed a healthy pink tone, and the satin smooth shaft now reposed with several tiny wrinkles, and was unable to resist leaning down, and kissing the entire package, and licking it in small, short strokes, as he giggled sweetly. Aware that his penis might well be a bit sensitive so soon after his second cum of the afternoon, I moved off it, and started lapping the soft skin of his groin, and moving up to his tummy. I licked his satin-like skin, savoring his flavors, and licked my way to his tiny nipples, where I paused to suck each small nub in turn, moving between them. He squirmed slightly, and uttered a series of small sounds, as I feasted on his peaches and cream young skin, eventually moving into his creamy underarms, my tongue lapping the butter soft skin that I found there. As I continued my tongue bath of the beautiful boy body, I moved my hand to his crotch, pleased, but not at all surprised to encounter his once more rigid boy nail, and I gripped it briefly, again moving to suckle his tiny nipples, as I dropped my groping hand lower, to fondle his tight little balls. He rubbed his small hands over my back, and tugged gently at my hair, as finally abandoned his stiff nipples, and gently rolled him onto his front side. I sat back, taking a moment to savor the small bubble butt that rose sharply from the flat of his back, and presented twin globes of flawless flesh, neatly divided by his tight little crease. His plump balls were trapped between his thighs, and I eased a finger in between his thighs, lightly fingering the taut marbles, as I bent down, and lapped at the creamy melons of his pretty little ass. The boy was just amazingly delicious, I thought, no matter which side of his petite little body one was engaged with, and, as I moved my tongue over the firm mounds of his ass, I realized that, were one forced to choose between his front, and his rear-side, it would, indeed, be a hell of a decision. He settled in, apparently enjoying my attention to his sweet boy-butt, and folded his head into a pillow, snaking his slender arms under it, as he parted his colt-like legs, opening himself to my exploration. I licked both cheeks of his sweet butt, and scooted lower, to lap at his scrotum from behind, and he squealed softly as I did it, which made me do it again, then again. Moving my probing tongue back to his pretty butt, I nibbled my way to the center crease, and lightly gripped both cheeks with my fingers, spreading them, and my breath caught in my throat, as his tightly wrinkled, and so very pink, little pucker came into view. God, he was beautiful, this boy, no matter where one looked, or explored, and my hungry gaze fixated on his very center, the core of him, and I gave in to the powerful urge I was feeling, leaning into him, and dipping my tongue into his warm crevice, to lap over that sweet, tight, pinkness that was his entrance. My taste buds exploded, so sweet, and boyish was the flavor of him there, and he squealed, his back arching slightly, as I moved my eager tongue back and forth over his young, very fresh hole. I wiggled it back and forth rapidly, then slowed, and savored the slightly bitter-sweet taste of him, before rolling my tongue, and adding sufficient pressure to actually slip inside his snug little ring a short way. He groaned loudly, as what I was certain was a brand new sensation washed over him, and I worked my tongue a bit deeper inside him, then, moved it in and out, as best his snug resistance would allow, and kept right at it, until my jaw threatened to lock in that position, and I was forced to withdraw. Pulling back slightly, I again dipped my finger into his crease, and teased it over his pucker, sensing the tiny ridges of firm tissue that provided elasticity to his opening. He was chanting a steady series of small sounds as I probed him, and his slender legs splayed as wide as he could make them go, as he seemed to be totally open to my stimulating him in this way, so I reached to the bedside table, and retrieved a bottle of lube. Withdrawing my finger from his pucker generated a small grunt of protest, and he lifted his hips from the bed, as if seeking my suddenly missing digit, and I quickly applied the lube to my fingers, and moved back to my target. As my finger once again made contact with his tight little hole, he seemed to relax back down on the bed, and as I lightly wiggled my slick digit over his pucker, he sighed deeply in apparent contentment. Moving slowly, I probed his small anus, then, centered the tip of my lubed finger on his entrance, and pressed into him, spreading the tight resistance, as he opened to me like a spring flower, and the whole of my greased finger slowly slid into his gripping little boy pussy. His muscles clamped down, tight as vice on my invading finger, and he grunted a long, low, sound, nearly a hiss, as if the air was escaping him, and I paused deep inside him, giving him a chance to adjust. I flexed my finger then, feeling amazed at the tightness, and heat, of his gripping tunnel, and I moved it in and out of him some, as he lifted his face from the pillow, and muttered, "Ohhh jeez....wow....!" I placed my spare hand on his lower back, and rubbed it gently, softly imploring the boy to just relax, and not close up, that I had something new, and wonderful to show him, and he slowly loosened his tense muscles, and settled onto the bed, another long sigh escaping from him. I added another dollop of the lube to his entrance, and established a steady in and out rhythm, finger-fucking his pretty ass steadily, and seeking his nut-like prostate as I went. A few tries, and I had it, and I slid my finger over the small organ, gently probing it, and he groaned loudly, moving his pretty little butt up and down, seeking to maintain the contact. His head lifted once more, and he tried to look back at me, as he muttered, breathlessly, "Jeez....oh wow....that is so......aweome....!" I smiled, picking up my pace a bit, and holding a longer direct contact with his gland, as I stroked it, and pressed it, and his humping became more pronounced, and quicker. I continued, watching in awe as my finger sank inside him, and withdrew, only to repeat the movement as I sank fully back into his buttery depth. My cock was so hard that it actually was painful, as it throbbed at my groin, and I wanted nothing more than to rise up behind him, and bury its rigid length into his tender bowels. In and out, I fingered the boy, my other hand tenderly rubbing his lower back, and kneading his firm buttocks, as he humped the bed, moving his lovely boy nail into the friction of the soft sheet beneath him, as I strummed his now swollen prostate. In a short while, he lurched his lower body sharply, driving his rampant boyhood against the sheet, and I actually felt his inner muscles sharply contract, as another strong orgasm took him, and his boy cock exploded once more, as he lifted his head, and wailed loudly, a sound that was very nearly a sob, before collapsing completely onto the bed like a rag doll. I tenderly gave his over-stimulated small gland another few probes, then, reluctantly, slid my finger from his tender pussy, and bent down to kiss the smooth cheeks of his sweet ass, then, slid up nest to him, and he rolled over, and hugged me tightly, as I felt the wetness of his discharge smear onto my stomach. I smiled, and stroked his smooth back, as I held him, and savored the remnants of his sweet boy tastes that lingered on my tongue. I was again totally amazed at the wonder of this stunning boy, and at the abject good fortune of my being allowed to experience him. (To Be Continued) Storyguy22@yahoo.com