Date: Wed, 4 Jul 2018 17:32:02 +0000 (UTC) From: Alex Casper Subject: Picking Up A Boardwalk Boy - Part 1 Picking Up a Boardwalk Boy - Part 1 This is fiction. Send me thoughts, critiques, ideas, etc -- alexboiz69 at yahoo dot com. --- I was finishing a fourth run through my busking magic act, doing the cups and balls, when I saw him. Early teens, light skinned Latino, striped tank top and board shorts. He was grinning at me, cocky. I started loading the cups with oranges, prepping the grand finale. The kid heckled me. "I saw you do that!" I pushed through the trick, revealing the final loads. I moved into my hat lines and started passing the can I used for tips. The money came in, lots of it. I always made good hats on the Alexandria waterfront in summer. The kid shot his hand into my tip bucket and jokingly lifted a ten. I grabbed his wrist and twisted it backwards, making him drop the cash. "That's not yours!" He whimpered but smiled. The boy was cute, with longish hair, big almond eyes, and fat lips. His arms were a little thick and well defined. No big muscles but in good shape and solidly built. "Who do you belong to?," I asked. Standard line for a misbehaving child. "Nobody, man. Want me to help you with that?" He grabbed the can and I pulled it back, finishing my pass to land the last few bills. As the crowd finished drifting away, the kid hefted one of my copper cups approvingly. "This could do some damage." I asked him what his name was and where he was from. Bryan, he said, down from Connecticut for the summer. I told him DC was a shitty place to come in the summer. He knew; he'd been coming every year. He hung out on the waterfront while his aunt worked downtown. There was something about Bryan that turned me on -- his body was great, but his cocky attitude was even better. "Hey, I want you to teach me how to do this stuff so I can make some money. You're not the best magician I've ever seen, but I work with what I've got." "Yeah, why would I do that?" "Because if you do, I'll suck you off." I did a double take. "Look man, I see how you're looking at me. And I like dick. So help me out and I'll help you out." I looked at a bead of sweat running down his smooth chest and under the tank top. "Okay. Follow me." I led the way a few blocks down and stepped into my spacious apartment, fighting to control my erection. I tossed my prop case down in the kitchen and turned around. Bryan had already peeled his shirt off and held it in a ball, smirking at me. His chest was smooth, muscles there but barely defined. Small brown nipples. His shorts were tented. I decided to take charge. "Drop your shirt and come over here." He did, moving his hands to his hips. His eyes never left my face. "You want it bad, don't you papi?" "Shut up and put your hands on the wall." He put his palms flat on the wall and I kicked his legs apart. Pushed against his ass with my cock. I move my hands to grab his hip bones. His shorts are hanging low. "How old are you, baby?" "Fifteen." "You look younger. Ever been fucked?" "No, just oral." I slide my palms up his body -- hint of a belly, firm chest and pecs. I pinch his nipples, hard. He moans. I bite his ear lobe and whisper, "I'm going to fuck you today, baby." I step back and tug his shorts down. They get caught on his hard cock, and I jerk them off, letting them fall to the ground. He steps out of them. The boy isn't wearing boxers. "Kick off your shoes, baby. Keep your hands on the wall." He does. No socks; he's totally nude. I admire his bubble butt and the dimples in the small of his back. He's looking straight at the wall, breathing hard. I start to kiss his shoulder and look down at his rock hard dick. It's twitching from under a tangle of pubes, cut, thick, a bead of precum on the tip. I massage his smooth throat and use my hand to pull his head around. I kiss him hard, and he kisses me right back, with tongue. I'm surprised but I suck his tongue deep into my mouth. After a few seconds I pull my mouth off his and push two fingers up against his thick wet lips. He silently takes them down to the knuckle, sucking and licking them hard. I put my left forearm across his neck and slide my wet right hand up against his asshole. "Just relax, baby," I whisper. I slide the middle finger into him. I can tell it hurts, but he's still hard. I rotate my finger to hit his prostate. He moans with pleasure. "That's right, give me that ass, baby." I add a second finger, fucking him deep with my hand. Once he lets me all the way in, I put my fingers back to his mouth to be licked clean. I massage his ass cheeks and whisper, "I'm going to fuck you so hard, Bryan. I'm going to make my balls bounce off yours." He whimpers. I step back. "Now get down on your knees." He does while I unbuckle my heavy belt and open my jeans, letting them fall to my ankles. I pull my boxers down to mid thigh. "Suck that cock, baby." Bryan takes my mushroom head deep into his mouth, slowly sliding his thick tongue under it. I gasp and lean one hand on the wall over his head. This kid really knows how to suck cock. He uses his left hand to fondle my heavy, full balls while his right hand works my shaft. The whole time he rhythmically bobs up and down on the end of my cock. Knowing I won't last long if I let this little cocksucker keep going, I order him to clasp his hands behind his head. Then I start skull fucking him, but his throat can't take my whole cock. He keeps gagging, so I pull out and let him spit. His face is red and wet and there are tears in his eyes. My cock softens a little. But he isn't giving up. "Keep going, papi. Give it to me again." I slide my heavy cock against his lips and he takes about half of it. I harden immediately and grab his hands behind his head, using it to fuck his throat. He does better but still can't open his throat all the way. I let go and he hungrily sucks my cock head. His dick is soft now but still chubbed up, hanging down low between his smooth thighs. I feel close to cumming again and push his face away from my penis. "Now stand up, you little slut." He does, a little unsteadily. He stands squarely in front of me, hands at his sides, looking me in the eyes. "Go wait for me on the bed." ---