Date: Wed, 28 Feb 2007 17:49:15 -0500 From: Charles Hughes Subject: Tyler Becomes a Man - 1 (t/b A/t oral anal) This begins with a sexual encounter between a teen and a young boy and continues with sex between an adult and an adolescent. If this material is illegal for you to read, you may not continue. Copyright 2007 by Chuck Hughes, all rights reserved. If you want to copy this, just ask -- please. Comments welcome: emptyroom@usa.com Tyler Becomes a Man - Chapter 1 Tyler was, literally, my first taste of male sex and the awakening of my attraction to boys. It was completely unexpected and terribly exciting. He was only seven at the time, and I would be entering my junior year in high school. I was already aware of the fact that I was gay, and I was self-conscious about it in the extreme. My difficulty was compounded by the fact that I was always younger than my classmates, and I looked it. I was shorter than boys my age; my dick was, too, and in a high school locker room that was an important issue for me. I often worked in our large backyard at home, and in the summertime I liked working shirtless and in shorts. No one could see me, and I could feel as sexy as I wished. Then one day I saw the little figure behind the fence at the rear of the yard; he must have been unaware that if he could see through the slats so could I! As soon as I could tell it was a young boy I was no longer quite as embarrassed. When I finally coaxed him into the yard, I met Tyler, who lived around the corner. I can't deny that I was immediately attracted to him. At 15, I had absolutely no sexual experience with anyone other than myself, and I suppose my hormones were ready to boil over. Tyler was a little gem of a boy. He was a little on the chubby side, but his chest and shoulders were tanned and beautiful. His hair was short and very dark, almost black; his eyes were dark brown and sparkling. And his shorts were very tight. We became backyard buddies. Apparently he got little attention at home, and he loved helping me mow, rake, and tend the large garden my father always planted. Almost every day I went out to work Tyler would soon show up, smiling and asking questions. He was full of questions about the plants and the work, and I tried to answer them all. His questions also began to focus on me -- how old I was, where I went to school, what sports I liked, etc. I didn't know seven-year-olds had so many questions. Once he asked me why men got hair under their arms, and I gave some general answer. On another occasion he asked when he would become a man, and I was consciously flattered that he apparently thought of me as just that: a man. I was aware that I was becoming some kind of special figure to him, and I loved it. His little body moved with more grace than I imagine I had at that age. I loved watching him bend and reach and stretch. Every part of his skin was tanned and inviting. I loved watching his nipples when he moved, and I savored every glimpse of his smooth underarms. How I wanted to put my fingers there -- or my lips! When I thought I could stare without his noticing it, I would look at the crotch in the tight shorts he always wore and at his round little bottom. As our friendship developed, so did my fantasies about Tyler. I knew I should be ashamed. I even tried to stop the bedtime fantasies, but I always returned to them. There were many nights when I stroked myself to a fantastic cum while dreaming of my cute little friend. Finally, my fantasies began to interfere with my work outside, in the sense that my cock started taking up more space in my shorts than usual. I don't know if Tyler noticed right away, but eventually I caught his little glances at my package. It was inevitable. My attraction, my fantasies, and my close contact with him combined to push me farther than I would normally have gone. I took every opportunity to touch him, his arm, his shoulder, his back. A couple of times when we were kneeling by a row of plants, I brushed my fingers across his thigh. I wanted his attention, his admiration. I wanted him to look at me with the curiosity and interest of a boy just becoming aware of sex. It happened in the large tool shed built against the side of our garage. We had been sitting in chairs opposite each other on the patio, drinking soda, when he moved to sit cross-legged in the chair, exposing more of the inside of his thighs than I had been able to see before. As he wiggled his little bottom in the chair his shorts rode up enough that I could see the white of his underwear hugging his crotch. That was more than I could take. I could feel the precum leaking into my own tightie whities. I lusted for this beautiful little boy. I should have been embarrassed, ashamed. But I wanted him. We finished our drinks, and I led him to the tool shed. It was a very warm day and even warmer inside. He helped me rearrange some of the tools we'd been using, and then I stopped, stood still, and rubbed my crotch. The buldge was more than noticeable. Tyler stood still and watched me for a moment, and then he smiled that sweet smile of his. I took that as the sign I was waiting for. I unbuttoned and dropped my shorts to the floor. My swollen cock was clearly outlined inside my jockeys, and, as I rubbed the cotton, the waistband slowly moved lower until it revealed the top of my pubic hair. I could feel the wet spot from my precum; I don't know if he could see it. I never took my eyes off Tyler, and he never took his eyes off my crotch. I don't remember exactly what was said by whom, but he did ask if he could see my "thing." I pulled the waistband down until my cock slapped up against my belly then hooked the waistband under my balls. I was showing off my cock for the first time in my life. I must have been large to him. I couldn't have been more than five inches, if that, and while I had the beginning of a mound of hair above and around my cock, the patch hadn't grown that much, and my balls remained almost completely hairless. I stroked my cock for him, and he was fascinated by the precum leaking out of it. The questions came quickly. What was that stuff leaking out, how did I get so big, when did I start to get hair, would he get that big someday? At some point he was rubbing his crotch, too, and I talked him into removing his shorts and undies. We stood naked in front of each other, and my cock actually ached as I looked at his boyhood for the first time. He was hard, and his little cocklet couldn't have been more than two inches long. His balls were so tiny I could hardly see them. His smile indicated he was more than comfortable revealing himself to me. I remember we talked about playing with our dicks -- he apparently already knew that it felt good to have a hardon. He soon wanted to touch me, and I was all too willing to let him. His finger poked at my cockhead a couple of times, and then his warm little hand circled my cock. We sat down on a little bench and took turns fondling each other, and at my first touch of his hard little dick I knew exactly what I needed. It throbbed against my palm as I covered it and his tiny balls completely with my hand. I squeezed gently and was rewarded with a little groan. We soon made a deal, easily done since we were both getting what we wanted. I would jack off for him, and he would let me play with him more. I had something more specific in mind. I had him stroke my cock for me slowly, then a little faster. Then I took over to finish myself, shooting a big load of my teen cum on his thighs. He jumped but didn't pull away; he was too fascinated at his first sight of cum. I was panting and sweating, and my heart was beating rapidly as I was overcome by my continuing orgasm. After I regained my breath, I opened my eyes to see that Tyler was poking his finger at the rope of cum on his thigh. I reached over and got some on my finger, then licked it off. His eyes went wide. I ate most of it and wasn't sure if I dared offer him some. I carefully scooped up the remainder of my cum from his brown little thigh and just held it in front of his face. Hesitating for only a moment, Tyler licked at it tentatively and then cleaned my finger off completely. I was rewarded by his big smile; he was proud that he had done this "big boy" thing. And I could see just a bit of my cum on the tip of his tongue. I told him I would make him feel good now. I picked him up and set him on the worktable. I stood in front of him and gently stroked his chest, feeling the tiny little nipples. He looked up at me with such trust and admiration. I played with his cocklet for a bit, moving it around and over my fingers, slipping my fingers under it to gently rub his balls. He sighed and leaned back to give me a little more access. Then I moved closer to him and leaned down. I took that lovely, hard little dick into my mouth and held it there. He jumped at the unexpected sensation and then moaned as I moved him all around my mouth. My tongue caressed the head of it, slid up and down the tiny shaft. I opened my mouth and lowered my jaw so I could lick at his little balls, now tight and almost inside his body. His breathing became more labored, and the little soprano moans turned me on even more. I was tasting, eating this beautiful boy, and he was enjoying it as much as I was. His shaft was very rigid now, and I concentrated on moving my lips up and down, letting his dickhead get almost out of my mouth before I slid my lips back down to his hairless mound. He was hard and soft and smooth as velvet. Soon he was bucking against me, as though he were trying to force even more than his two little inches into me, and I knew he would soon experience something brand new to him, a boyhood joy my little friend was sharing with me. His moans became grunts, and he began to sound more frantic. His thrusts into me became irregular and he lost control of his little body and his cocklet took over completely. With a cry that sounded his surprise and his exqusite pleasure, he froze against my lips. His hot little dick throbbed against my tongue and he virtually screamed once, then again as his first dry cum overtook him. I held his lovely sex tool in my mouth as he recovered from the first high of his boyhood; then I let it slide out as he released a long sigh of pleasure. He threw both of his arms around my head and pulled me into his warm belly, hugging me to himself. We remained that way for a while, even though my back was now hurting a bit. Too soon, he released his arms, I kissed his soft belly, and I stood up. I couldn't resist a kiss on his forehead, and he threw his arms around my sides and pulled me to him again. There was a very special bond between us after that. It was the first time I had exposed myself to anyone else, a little boy at that, and shared my cum. It was the first time he had let anyone fondle him, and his first dry cum had been experienced in my mouth. At 15, I was not only a cocksucker. I also knew that boys were a special pleasure. I was absolutely hooked on this beautiful, sexy little one when he asked me, in that sweet voice, "Chuck, can we play again sometime?" Tyler and I had just begun the summer together.