Date: Tue, 17 Sep 2019 02:06:21 +0000 (UTC) From: Arthur Bach Subject: The Driveway, Part 1 (Gay - Adult/Youth) This story is fictional, and no character is meant to represent a person, living or dead. It depicts the fantasy of sexual contact between a minor and an adult. If this is not something that interests you and/or you are not allowed to read this because of your age or jurisdiction, please go elsewhere. I'm happy to hear intelligent feedback at arthurjbach@yahoo.com. Flames and e-mails with attachments will be ignored. Please make sure that you make a donation to Nifty.org to keep this great resource alive. The Driveway, Part 1 I sat in the Johnson's driveway on a rainy Saturday morning, and contemplated for what seemed like the millionth time how I was going to go through with this. This is what I had seen so many other adults, trusted members of the community, get in trouble for. The public humiliation, the shame, the possible jail time...this is what I was risking it for. Nausea kicked in when I got the text earlier that morning, telling me the coast was clear and now would be a good time to come over. We had agreed upon this previously, but now I actually had to, you know, do it. Everything I did over the next 20 minutes seemed like it was in slow motion: putting on a pair of basketball shorts, getting my keys and wallet and phone together, walking to my car, starting my car, driving from the city to the suburbs...all of these small events that made up the minutia of my life seemed so significant for the first time. As I shut the engine off in my car, I tried to trace back the events that led me to sitting in this family's driveway on a Saturday. It, of course, started and ended with Benny, the precocious 13 year old who I had been hired to tutor in math. At the beginning of his 8th grade year he struggled with math, and a friend of a friend of a friend had asked me if I would tutor him. I had to gone to school to study as an actuary, graduated, and got hired right away. While the work was lucrative, I didn't love it, and went back to school to get my education degree. I am 23 years old, about 5'10" and weigh about 170 pounds. I stay in shape for the most part, and recently had started to wear a beard, trimmed low. I was a closet bi and had had my fair share of both guys and girls over the years. While I had never actually been with one, I found boys in the middle school age range impossibly cute. Benny was no exception. Benny was one of those rare boys who had the dark hair and the blue eyes, which made him distinctive. He was long legged, and when his growth spurt kicked in he was going to be really tall (just like his dad). His arms and legs were hairless, and once or twice I had gotten a good look at his armpits through the arm hole of his shirts and didn't see any hair there either. He tanned easily and seemed to spend a lot time in the pool behind his family's million dollar house. The other thing about Benny...he was obviously gay. Everything about him, from the sound of his voice, to his physical mannerisms, was feminine. The only exception was the way he dressed, which was typical middle school boy fashion: lots of athletic shirts and shorts. So how did it all start? Innocently enough, which is how these things usually begin, right? It was earlier that week and Benny was attempting to solve a complicated geometry problem. After several failed attempts, he finally conjured up the right answer: "7.2 inches!" he said proudly. "That's it. Nice work, man," I replied. "Is that how big you are?" he asked, a shit-eating grin on his face. "Benny! Don't talk like that!" "What?" he asked innocently. "I'm just asking. It's just a question." "Well it's none of your business. You're only in 8th grade, why do you care about that kind of stuff anyway?" "Are you kidding, Max?" he asked. "Like you said, I'm in 8th grade...what else am I going to think about?" "New subject," I said abruptly. "Jeez, so defensive. You must be less than 7 inches." "I'm not!" "Oh, so you ARE 7 inches!" he responded. Benny was not letting this go. "I am 7 and a half. Okay? Are you happy? Can we move on now?" I shot back at him, frustrated. I saw a look in his eye that I hadn't seen before...a twinkle, if you will. He bit his lip as if he had enjoyed what he heard, looked at the ground, looked back at me and said, "Cool." We moved on and the rest of the tutoring session went as normal. I went home that day with my mind spinning and had a beer when I got home to put that conversation out of my mind. A few hours later I got a text from Benny: *So, r u REALLY 7 and a half inches????* There were many appropriate things to say, and I suppose I could have just ignored him, but the alcohol influenced me to send the inappropriate thing: *Yes* *Prove it* *How?* *Send me a pic* *No way...Im not doing that* came my response, and I threw the phone on the couch. This boy was driving me nuts. Part of me wanted to do this so bad, but I knew how wrong it was and how shitty I would feel afterwards. A few minutes went by, before my phone buzzed again. I picked it up and almost dropped the phone on the floor when I saw what it was. It was a full-length body shot of Benny, taken in his bathroom, nude, save for his hand covering his genitals. His tanned, skinny body was on display, his tongue out, almost mocking me. His hands completely covered his groin, except for a very small portion of what I assumed was one of his balls peeking out beyond his clenched hand. I grew hard instantly. Here he was, the object of my desires, a willing, 13 year old boy sending me a mostly nude pic of himself. Soon, another text arrived: *U gonna prove it now?* I don't know if it was lust, or the alcohol, or a combination of the two, but I pulled my shorts down, exposing the huge tent in my gray boxer briefs, snapped a pic, and sent it to him. *There. That's all you get.* Over the next few days our chatting increased, drifting farther and farther away from geometry. And then on Friday afternoon, Benny announced that his parents would be gone starting Saturday morning, and would I want to stop over? Against my better judgement, I agreed, and the rendezvous was set. And here I was, sitting in the Johnson's driveway on a rainy Saturday morning, contemplating for what seemed like the millionth time how I was going to go through with this. A big part of me expected his parents to be in there, waiting for me. Another part of me was expecting Chris Hansen from Dateline NBC. But another part of me wanted to get in there and put my cock in this kid's throat. The latter beat the former, and I shut the engine to my car off, stepped out, and walked up their driveway. No one in the neighborhood would find anything strange about this because I was here quite frequently. I followed the path and walked towards the house, feeling like I was walking towards my own execution. The end of my career, my life was beyond that front door. I pushed on anyway, feeling like I had come this far, I may as well go a little further. I reached the front door of the massive house, and before I could knock it was being opened. For a lot of reasons, I was glad to see Benny there, shirtless, in a short pair of running shorts. "Hi Max," he said, smiling. I detected a hint of bulge in his shorts, and admired the smooth, flawless skin of his torso. "I'm glad you're here. Come in." I followed him inside, and he shut and locked the door behind me. "Do you want to go to my room?" he said casually, as if he was asking me if I wanted a Coke. "Yeah, sure," I replied, trying to sound not quite as excited as I really was. I followed him up into his room, checking out his ass as we ascended. His room was at the end of the hallway and was almost bigger than my entire apartment. He turned around to face me and walked right up to me. Of all our interactions, he had never approached me like that, and it kinda freaked me out. "You okay?" he asked, sensing my anxiety. "Yeah," I responded simply. I was a man of few words this morning. "Are you scared?" I nodded my head. "Don't worry," he replied. "I'm not going to tell anyone. I want this so bad...I've been jacking off for a year and I know what I want. I think you're hot, and if your cock is really that big, I want it." He reached down and touched the object in question, which was quickly inflating. I shuddered as he fondled me through the basketball shorts...even though I had been touched several times in my life, there was something different about this one. "Yeah, that's it. Let's take our shorts off." I had spent the last eight months tutoring this boy where I had been in charge, but as he slipped his basketball shorts off, showing off a decently sized erection in a pair of snug, white, boxer briefs, I knew that today he was going to be taking the lead. I followed suit, shucking my shorts which left me in my black boxer briefs. He pulled the shirt over my head, revealing my toned upper body to his eyes. I had light hair on my chest and lower stomach, but other than that I was hairless. Benny went back to my cock which was growing more and more, especially as he stroked it through my underwear. Up and down he went, his small fingers traveling over my balls as well, until my cock was completely erect in my underwear. "Okay, Max. Now it's the moment of truth." His hands went to either side of my boxer briefs, and with his eyes locked onto my prominent bulge he began to pull the garment down. My pubes came into view first; I didn't shave them completely, but I did trim them so it wasn't completely crazy down there. He continued to pull lower until the base of my cock was revealed. "There it is," he said in an excited, sing-song voice. "Will it be everything it's lived up to be?" "I guess you're going to have to find out for yourself," I responded, the first real sentence I had said since I got there. He continued to pull my boxer briefs down, more of my cock coming into view. The waistband finally got to the head, and he pulled my underwear down harder, freeing my turgid erection, which bounced back up, nearly hitting him in the chin. "Holy fuck," he said, looking at my erection. "I don't think you were lying!" "Nope. I'm pretty lucky. It's a great size." "Hold on," he said, standing up and leaving me there with my underwear around my thighs. He went to his desk and grabbed a ruler and brought it back over. He grabbed my bare cock, holding it straight out, and set the ruler to its side, measuring my penis. "There it is, it's official. 7.5 inches." He set the ruler down on the ground. "See? Geometry. Now if anyone asks why you were over here, we don't have to lie." I chuckled at his creativity, and then shuddered again as he stroked my cock. He did it nice and slow, just the way I liked to always start off. He kept his eyes locked with my cock, the slightly curved shape, tapered head, my smooth balls. He seemed mesmerized by my junk as he stroked me, and I loved the attention. Without warning he stopped stroking, held on to my cock, and gave a soft, wet kiss on the head. I shuddered again, not being able to believe what this boy was doing to me, how he was making me feel like no one else had. He continued to kiss my cock, some more on the head, and then down the shaft to my heavy, low hanging balls. "I love your balls," he commented before lapping each one of them with his tongue, coating them with saliva. "Have you ever done this before?" I asked. "Nope, you're my first." "Well," I responded with a moan. "You're pretty fucking good at it." He smiled up at me. "Thanks. I've watched a LOT of porn." And with that, he swallowed the head of my cock into his mouth, swirling the tongue around the head, making my knees buckle as I moaned involuntarily. More and more of my hardon disappeared into his young, willing mouth, before he had taken all 7.5" of my erection. This kid had some seriously talents. He looked up at me, his lips and nose buried in my pubes, and it was hard to believe this was the same kid I started tutoring at the beginning of the school year. If I could only tell myself back then what would be happening now...I may have run. But I was here, and he was doing an amazing job as he began to suck my cock up and down, up and down, gaining speed as he went. His slurping on my cock grew in volume and intensity, and his right hand was brought into the mix to hold my cock stead and play with my nuts. I could feel myself getting closer to cumming, but I wasn't ready for that yet. "Hey," I said, stopping him mid-suck. He looked up at me and I held on to his cheek. "I want to do you now." "Hmmm, I don't know," he said, as he continued to stroke my cock. "Why not? You're making me feel great and I want to return the favor." "It's just that..." Benny started, not finishing his sentence. "What is it, Benny?" "It's just that, you're so much bigger and so much more grown up than me. I don't want to look like a little kid." The confidence he exuded earlier started to melt away. "Well yeah, I'm a lot bigger than you, but that's only because I'm older. I didn't look like this when I was in 8th grade. I was way smaller." "Yeah, I know..." "Besides...I kinda like the way you look. I like younger guys. I really want to play with your cock, Benny. Really bad." "Really?" "Yeah. Please let me?" He smiled and stood up, his erection still tenting the front of his white boxer briefs. I got on my knees in front of him, inspecting his package. His briefs were UnderArmour brand, and the material was of the wicking variety, nice and silky smooth. I could make out many details about his dick through the almost translucent material, including that he was circumcised. After stroking his package a bit, I quickly pulled down his boxer briefs. His cock, even though it was a little smaller, was hard as a nail, bending and snapping back into place when his underwear came down. I gripped his cock and looked at it, it looked to be about 4 inches long, with small balls that had dropped underneath. At the root of his cock was a nice little patch of pubic hair, soft and downy and dark like the hairs on his head. I stroked his cock as he looked down at me and smiled. "Have you measured it?" I asked. He shook his head. "Not recently." I picked up the ruler off the floor and held his cock in place, putting the ruler along his length. "Four and a half inches, dude. Not bad for only being in 8th grade!" I said. He smiled bigger now, and I resumed my stroking, really getting into it. To me, his boydick was perfect, and I also knew it would grow as he got older. His balls would get bigger, and he would get more hair as he continued to transition from child to adult. I held his cock and pointed it up in the air, exposing his balls to me. I leaned forward and licked them, feeling the smooth skin of his scrotum on my tongue. Above me he moaned, almost girlishly, as I continued to fondle his nuts with my mouth. My tongue flatted out and made its way to the bottom of his shaft, and I could feel where his erection started underneath the scrotal skin. Continuing my journey north, I licked my way up the shaft of his rock hard cock until I got to the head, swirled my tongue around his glans a few times before sucking him down, a loud, high pitched gasp coming through his mouth. It was probably more impressive for Benny to take my dick all the way than it was for me to take his, but nevertheless my lips were buried in his soft pubic hair as I tongued his sensitive head. I developed a rhythm where I would bob up and down on his dick 4 or 5 times, all the way from tip to base, and then I would focus my suction on his cute little head, before starting the process over again. He moaned and whined like he was in heat while I did this. I took my mouth off his cock and started to stroke him. "Aren't you glad you let me take care of you, Benny?" "Fuck yeah," he moaned, as I took him back into my mouth again. I resumed the rhythm that I had started before, and his panting and moaning only intensified. I kept up the speed on his immature cock, pounding up and down against his pubic bone. "Max, Max," he said urgently. I looked up at him, keeping the head of his cock in my mouth. "I'm going t—oh fuck, I'm cumming!" I quickly started to suck him again, letting my tongue rest against the bottom of his penis. I immediately felt his cock swell, pulse, and then eject his semen directly onto my tongue. That first shot tasted sweet, while the rest of his cum that shot into my mouth through 4 or 5 clicks was tasteless. His moans were so loud I thought the neighbors might hear, but I didn't care as I let this gay boy god cum directly in my mouth. He finally pushed me away, his young cock getting too sensitive for my sucking mouth. He looked at me, trying to regain his composure and steady his breath after his mind-blowing cum. "Good?" I asked sarcastically. "Shut up," he replied, "and get on the bed." His bravado from earlier returning, I did as I was told. Sitting down, he immediately got between my legs and put my cock back in his mouth like he was starving of hunger, and my penis was the only food available. It felt incredibly good to have him like that as he mimicked my actions from earlier, going up and down a few times, then taking some time to focus on the head. The part of my cock he couldn't get to was held steady by his right hand, while his left hand grabbed onto my right leg. As he continued his expert suck job, I could feel the cum boiling in my balls. I had dated experienced girls who weren't this good. I decided to warn him that something was coming...pun definitely intended. "Benny, I'm gonna cum soon, bud," I said, stroking his cheek with my right hand. Keeping my cock in his mouth, he shot me a look that clearly indicated that he was okay with taking my load orally and sped up his ministrations. Up and down he went, slurping on my cock as my breathing intensified. The boy's mouth and tongue pushed me up the orgasm hill until I was thrown violently over the other side of the mountain, pushing my cock far in his mouth, ejecting a load of cum that probably went right in his throat. I grunted and groaned through my ejaculation as Benny took all of my cum, every single shot landing and staying in his hot little mouth. I noticed that he was moaning as well as I came, and if there was any doubt that this boy was gay, it was gone now. He stayed with me until my cum was finished, and as he took my cock out of his mouth he used his tongue (which was bright white from my thick semen) to bathe the head, making sure that he hadn't missed anything. I shuddered for seemingly the thousandth time as he did this, and he smiled at me fully knowing the effect he had on my body. After we relaxed, we spent the next few minutes in silence as we got dressed, pulling our underwear up our legs and stuffing our wet, mostly soft cocks back into their respective pouches. I put my shirt back on while he remained shirtless and we made our way down the steps to the front door. As they say, when you rob a bank it's not wise to wait for the police to show up, so we both decided it was best if I left. We got down to the front door, and right before I opened it, Benny stopped me. "Can I kiss you?" he asked. It was such a beautiful, innocent question from such a beautiful, seemingly innocent boy. Instead of answering him with words, I leaned in and pushed my lips against his, our faces melting into each other as we kissed. He opened up his mouth and I happily let him, tasting the muskiness of my cock and my cum on his tongue as it pushed aggressively against mine. We released the kiss after a few seconds and held on to each other. "Are we going to do this again?" he asked. "Absolutely," I responded, kissing him again. I walked out of his front door less than a minute later, strolling down his driveway in a much different mood than I had before.