Date: Mon, 14 Apr 2003 19:40:43 -0400
From: David Smith <twofoldman@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Secret World of Boys, Part Three

The Secret World of Boys (part three)  (M/b/b, oral)
By twofoldman@hotmail.com

WARNING:  This story contains graphic depictions of sex
between an adult male and
minor boys.  Please do not continue if you find this
offensive, if you are underage or if
this type of story is illegal where you live.
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The summertime of my first year as a boy stud was the time I
will remember most fondly.  After the boys in my
neighborhood became aware that I was available, I began to
get sex at the most unexpected times.  Kids still continued
to use my yard and the neighboring grassy lot as a place to
play, and I had my usual good rapport with the boys who
visited, but I soon learned to spot the ones who were
interested in me sexually, the ones who had presumably heard
from other boys they knew that I could be counted on to
respond to them in this way.  They would hang around,
deliberately trying to wait until the other kids went home,
hoping that either I would make a move on them or they would
be able to reveal their interest to me.  I began to get the
hang of negotiating these experiences with the boys,
allowing them to direct our flirtation until it was clear to
me what they wanted.  Then I would take over.

But sometimes I was the one who wound up surprised.  One
such thing happened to me on a Sunday afternoon while I
relaxed in the back yard, lying in the sun on a chaise
lounge.  I was wearing my usual around-the-house uniform of
an old pair of shorts and a ball cap.  I had taken to going
shirtless around the time I had my first encounters with
sexually precocious boys.  It was as if I had been liberated
by the experience, becoming more carefree and willing to
share myself.  I relished the idea of boys seeing me
shirtless and clad only in shorts, even if my body was far
from typically appealing.  The young boys I was attracted to
were interested in qualities that went beyond my body,
mainly my large physical presence, my appeal as a father
figure, and my position as a respected authority figure in
the neighborhood.

On this particular day that I relaxed in the sun, I began to
nod off, pulling the cap down over my eyes to shield them
from the sun.  The day had been very hot, and the heat
lulled me into a drowsy haze.  I didn't often dream of sex,
but I had recently found myself having intense sexual
dreams, and frequently I would wake up and discover that I
had ejaculated in my sleep, especially if no boys had been
to visit me recently.  My dream that afternoon was a swirl
of sensation.  The rustling of the trees around my yard
filled my mind with a soft hiss, and sensations of warm and
cool flashed over my skin as the sun went in and out from
behind clouds and trees.  Suddenly an image of Duggy came
over me, and recalled the blissful freedom we had
experienced as he allowed me to make love to him right here
in my back yard, out in the open.  I remembered his joyous
cries as I thrust inside of him, his shuddering body
writhing beneath me in his ecstasy.  My own body was alive
with the distinct pleasure of being able to move in and out
of his hole, unbelievably snug and constricting, pampering
my organ on a level that can only be reached by the contact
between a man's penis and a boy's tight opening.  As I
pulled in and out of his ass, the pressure on my glans that
marked each exit and entry caused me to shiver, and like a
movie slowly going out of sync with its soundtrack, suddenly
the pleasure no longer coincided with my thrusting hips.

I came awake abruptly, my eyes still shielded by the cap,
and felt cool breeze over my erection, which was now wet
with sensation.  I lifted my hat and my cock lurched at the
sight.  Two boys were kneeling on either side of the chaise
lounge, their hands all over my groin, my balls, and the
base of my cock.  Their tongues flicked rapidly over the
upper portion of my pulsating organ, which was soaked with
their saliva.  I groaned in abandon as the boy on my left
slipped his sucking mouth over the top of my erection, his
tongue wriggling around the sensitive pleasure zone along
the underside of my shaft.  The other boy slid his juicy
lips up and down along the base of my cock.  His saliva
drooled over my ample ballsac, and I could feel it dripping
from the hairs that covered my scrotum.  They had unfastened
my shorts and pulled my genitals out through the fly to get
at them.

I looked at the boys more closely.  I recognized one
immediately as Tim, a seven year old boy who often came by
my house in the evenings and on weekends to play with my
cock.  Tim never expressed a desire for anal sex, at least
not yet, and he had only recently begun to show an interest
in sucking on my organ, but I was content to allow Tim to
play with my body in any way he wished.  As all the boys who
visited me were, Tim was fascinated with my ejaculations,
gasping with emotion as the white fluid squirted out of my
erection.

The other boy was a stranger to me, and much younger than
Tim.  When I started awake, he shied away from my groin
until Tim chided him, "Relax, I do this with him all the
time.  He likes it."

I wanted to chuckle at this vast understatement, but I was
too overwhelmed by what was happening.  Tim expertly
manipulated my balls while bobbing his head up and down on
the end of my cock.  The other boy continued to lick and
kiss the remainder of my shaft, sometimes pulling back to
take in the sight of Tim sucking me.  Finally he whispered
"Let me try!"

Tim pulled off and grabbed my cock at the base, pointing it
toward the other boy's face.  "Suck it just like you do
mine, Richie" he said.

Richie hesitated.  "It's so big!" he remarked.

"Do you want it or not?" said the exasperated Tim.  Richie
stuck out his tongue and made contact with the head, and I
groaned in appreciation.

"See how much he likes it?" whispered Tim.  "Go ahead, suck
on it."

Suddenly Richie's demeanor changed.  Both of his hands went
to my shaft and his mouth pushed down over my glans, and he
began a rhythmic motion up and down on my organ.  My hips
pushed up toward the little boy involuntarily, and he gagged
as the tip of my penis touched the sensitive regions in his
mouth.  He coughed wetly around the organ in his mouth, but
did not stop.  I made a conscious effort not to push,
although every neuron in my body wanted me to grab the back
of this boy's head and snake my fat cock down his clutching
gullet until my balls were flapping over his chin.  Instead,
I became completely passive, putting my hands behind my head
and watching mesmerized as the boys played with me.

Tim lowered himself to my balls and began to lap at me
wetly, his hands stroking lightly through the thick pubic
hair above my cock.  Richie continued sucking me, and by now
his tenuous blow job had increased in it intensity.  I saw
now that Richie was no stranger to sucking cock, although
mine was obviously the biggest he had encountered.  I
surmised that this was his first experience with a grown
man's penis, and he was clearly enjoying himself immensely.
He moaned lightly in pleasure as he sucked me, and Tim's
mouth sucked gently on my hairy ballbag.   He was still too
small to get one in his mouth.

When my balls tightened in their sac and my breathing
quickened, Tim knew it was time.  He returned to the
delirious Richie, whose enchantment with my organ was
driving me wild.  He alternated between sucking vigorously
on the portion he could take into his little mouth and
pulling off to marvel at its size and hardness, while
stroking it wetly with his hands.  Tim straightened up and
warned him that I was ready to come.

"He's getting ready to shoot, pull off, you gotta see it!"
Richie's sexual haze was broken and he straightened up also,
his face smeared with the wetness of his own saliva.  He
stared in rapture at my cock, and Tim's hands found their
familiar rhythm that he knew would bring me to orgasm.

"You gotta keep it going steady to make it shoot, or else
you'll ruin it" Tim instructed.  "Here, put your hand down
here, and don't stop."

Richie grasped the base of my cock as best he could with
both of his tiny hands, and Tim carefully held the upper
portion in his slippery grip.  Both boys stroked in time
with the rhythm that Tim had set, and I felt myself
slipping, the tension in my groin becoming unbearable.  My
groaning was non-stop, and I looked up in my own delirium to
see that the boys had left the back gate wide open.  Anybody
passing by on the side street that ran alongside my house
could have seen the boys performing oral sex on me, and as I
watched, a car swished by in the street right outside the
open gate, the occupants never imagining that just beyond
the fence, two little boys were enthusiastically driving a
grown man to orgasm with their mouths and hands.

Then I released.  I joined the boys in staring at my angry
red cock as they jerked on it, and I watched as it erupted
into a fountain of pumping white fluid, which squirted all
over my chest and belly.  Tim sighed in familiar excitement,
but Richie's mouth hung open in silent awe, and I knew that
I was proudly showing him for the first time how a man
ejaculated.  His efforts slowed and Tim immediately chided
him breathlessly, "Don't slow down!"  The deluge soaked my
round belly in streaks of white semen, and the bleachy smell
was in our nostrils immediately.  I cried out in pleasure as
each jet of liquid left my body, and as my cries dropped off
in their intensity, Tim instinctively slowed his
manipulation of my erection, and Richie followed suit.

My body twitched as my orgasm subsided, and Tim grinned over
at Richie.  "Watch this!" he gloated, and leaned over to
lick a glob of the white goo off of my hairy belly.  Richie
giggled in horror, "Eeeeeewwwwwww!", and both boys laughed.

"Try it, you baby!" Tim laughed, and Richie stopped to
consider it.  His fingers trailed lightly through the mess
on my body and he brought a small bit to his mouth,
hesitating at the last minute.  "Go ahead, it won't hurt
you!" Tim encouraged, and Richie sucked his fingers
tentatively.

"Here, I'll let you lick the bowl!" Tim offered, grasping my
slackening organ at the base.  "Put your mouth on the end of
it" he instructed, and Richie obeyed.  Tim gently stroked my
fleshy rod from the base up until he made contact with
Richie's lips, squeezing the last few globs of semen into
Richie's mouth.  My heaving belly came into contact with the
side of his face, and when he pulled back, he was wet with
my load.  We all laughed, and the boys began rubbing the
slick mess into my body like they were spreading lotion on
me.  Meanwhile, I wiped Richie's face with my hand, adding
the residue to my chest.

Then, just as suddenly as they had come, they bolted out of
the yard, pulling the gate shut behind them as they left.  I
was speechless, and I realized I had not uttered a single
word throughout the whole experience.  Tucking myself back
into my shorts and zipping them up, I pulled the cap back
down over my eyes and decided to continue my nap.