Date: Mon, 19 Mar 2007 09:14:51 -0500 From: Charles Hughes Subject: Tyler Becomes a Man - Chapter 10 (A/b/b oral anal) The story, completely fiction, develops the relationship between an adult, a preteen, and a young boy, including their sexual adventures. If it is illegal for you to read such material, you are to leave now. Copyright 2007, Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. If you wish to copy the story, please, just ask. The story will conclude with Chapter 12. I will try to respond to all emails; reader response is important: the.empty.room@hotmail.com Tyler Becomes a Man - Chapter 10 After our threesome, I slept more deeply than I usually do. I awoke to feel the movement of the bed and looked over to a sight that truly shocked me. Tyler was fucking Paul! His 12-year-old cock was pistoning in and out of that little ten-year-old boypussy. I was speechless -- and instantly hard. Tyler grunted his pleasure. He saw that I was awake. "Wanted to...I was...careful...used...lube...you showed me...went slow...told him...I'd stop...god he is so tight...O god it feels..." My eyes widened. Paul was on his hands and knees, and from where I was lying I could see his young dick. It was hard and bouncing all around with the force of Tyler's fucking. I moved to watch more closely, and I could see the shaft of Tyler's sweet dick moving in and out of Pauly's little hole; the lips of that entrance were sucking at Tyler's cock as he pulled up, and then they were forced down and in again as Tyler fucked inward. I could hear the "slap" of Tyler's groin against little Pauly's ass with each fuck. Paul was groaning in pleasure, and Tyler's eyes were glued on his fucking dick, his face contorted in pleasure. Tyler was going to... "O SHIT O FUCK CUM CUM CUM!" Tyler was screaming. Tyler came in little Paul's ass. I could scarcely breathe. I couldn't take my eyes from the sight of Tyler's cock firing its load into the tiny ass. But, Paul...surely...so small... Tyler pulled away, and his wet dick popped out of Paul's hole. He fell back onto the bed. Paul lay beside him. Damn, if the child wasn't smiling and cuddling into the friend who just fucked him! "I was careful," he said again, still breathing heavily. "I did what you taught me. I told him he didn't have to, but he liked it. Didn't you, buddy?" He looked at me and smiled. "I took his cherry." "Yes," came the tiny voice from beside him. "And I liked it. "You slept a long time," Tyler said to me. It had been almost an hour. How long had these two boys been playing before I had awakened? "I want you to lick his ass now. It's me you'll taste. And him." Tyler was in charge again. Paul smiled up at me. He moved around, got on all fours again, and offered his boyhole up to me! With a smile to Tyler, I got between Paul's thighs first, and I licked Tyler's cum leaking down them. Then I moved my tongue up to his hole. Tyler had managed a big cum again. I licked and sucked. Then I realized the scent was not only Tyler -- it was Paul, too. That excited me further, and I licked around and around his hole, opening it with my tongue, pressing my tongue into him, feeling the velvet of his little shute against my tongue. "You can fuck him," came Tyler's voice, softly. "It's okay, I asked him; he wants you to." I pulled away from Paul long enough to see the child turn his head and smile at me. So trusting, so eager, so involved in new discoveries. And I wanted him. I remembered the agony I had felt when I was 15, when Tyler was only seven. I had wanted to fuck him so badly, but I was afraid I would hurt him. Tyler's cock was hardly as big as mine, and yet, if Tyler had managed to get in this tiny hole, maybe I could, too. "Yes," Paul said. He had been reading my mind. I turned him on his back, got on my knees, put his legs over my shoulders, opening his knees. I pulled him up until his back was perpendicular to the bed, with only his head and shoulders resting there. I put my hands on his hips, holding him upside down in front of me. I remembered holding my little Tyler like that, and regreting then that I could not do what I wanted. I lowered my face and licked at the tiny brown balls, now exposed. I was holding in my hands a feast, a feast of boy. And I ate what I held in my hands. And I loved what I ate. I licked those little balls around gently, then sucked that tiny cocklet into my mouth. I licked down behind his balls and into his crack. He moaned as my tongue found its target -- the tight little pucker I had been eating from just a few moments before. I pressed my tongue into him, and the precious boy pressed back! He really was enjoying this! After opening him as much as I could with my tongue, I raised back up, and Tyler placed my cockhead at his ass. Tyler took the lube -- he was grinning as he watched every move! -- and dribbled it on the wet little hole. It wasn't necessary, the hole was wet, and there still had to be some of Tyler's cum in there, too. The thought of fucking into Tyler's cum made my cock throb. Tyler smoothed the lube on my cock for me. Then Tyler held my cockhead at that dark entrance, and I pressed. I gasped as Paul's hole immediately opened enough for almost half of my cockhead to get in. Tyler nodded encouragement. I pressed again, carefully. But I had to press even harder. Paul was moaning. His eyes were wide and locked on my cock. Tyler asked him if he hurt, if I should stop. Paul shook his head rapidly, No. Holding him steady with my hands, I gave one tentative shove, harder than before. Paul yelled as my cockhead entered him fully. My heart pounded. Had I hurt this beautiful child? Tyler was at his ear, whispering, encouraging, praising. Paul shook his head again at a question I couldn't hear, then Tyler nodded at me to enter more deeply. Paul sucked his breath in as my cock moved into him. Oh, the tightness of this boy! The feel of the walls of his tunnel as my cockhead moved deeper. Paul was making little "O" sounds with his mouth, but his eyes did not tell me to stop. I moved in deeper. And then I was stopped. I was in! In this lovely boy, in this lovely hole, just as far as I could get. I held my place there to let Paul get accustomed to the huge muscle inside his gut. I could feel my cock throbbing, fighting the tightness of the walls holding it in place. Tyler raised up enough to offer me his tongue, and we kissed deeply. My tongue playing with Tyler's while my cock was held tight by little Paul -- fuck, it was so unbelievably erotic! When Paul's breathing became a little more normal, Tyler lowered himself to lie next to Paul again, and I began my fuck. Up so very slowly, down so very slowly. So very carefully. Beautiful dark balls, dick, lovely tight boyass, sweet little Paul. Could I love this boy? Oh, god, I needed to fuck this boy! I controlled my movements but gradually fucked him a little faster. He was so tight! His ring practically strangled my cock with every movement I made! Paul was making moaning sounds now. I could hear Tyler's encouragements, first to Paul and then to me. "Doing fine, Pauly, you're a little man, all right. Fuck him, Chuck, give him your mancock. Yeah, Paul, open good for him, feel it all, his long cock, yeah. Fuck him, cum in him, Chuck..." Tyler reached up and stroked Paul's tiny dick, straining so near to the spot where I was driving my cock into him. "Doing fine, Pauly. Yeah, fuck him, Chuck. Feel it, Pauly? Mancock inside your ass...Fuck his pussy, Chuck...cum in him..." And I did. With hardly any warning, my cock just simply exploded. I felt something close to pain as the cum rushed through my cock, as his ring tried to halt its entrance into the boy. But that sensation faded as the next shot entered his ass, and the next. I doubt that I had that much cum after our previous session, but the spasms continued, each one sending me higher and higher into extasy. I was unaware of any sounds I made, but I'm sure they were loud. I was listening, carefully, to little Pauly. And his long moans expressed his pleasure at the feeling of my thrashing cock inside him. Each moan of his seemed to encourage me yet higher. So sweet! So fucking sweet boy ass fucking sweet o yea... When I was finished, I let his body drop gently to the bed, then I fell heavily onto the pillow. I was only half aware of my surroundings. Had I actually fucked that tight boyhole? Was it really this sweet child who had milked every drop of cum from me? I was happy to be aware of the only two things I needed at that moment. One was cuddling into my left side and the other into my right side. I could feel their breath against my skin. Sweet boys. When I woke up, both boys were gone. It was the strangest feeling -- had it been a dream? Of course, it wasn't. There was too much sweat and cum on the sheets for it to have been unreal. And the bed was still warm from their bodies -- they can't have left too long ago. I finally got out of the bed and walked into the kitchen to find something to drink. There was a note for me on the table in Tyler's large scrawl. "Thanks Chuck I love you more than ever see you tomorrow" Paul didn't come over with Tyler every time. Tyler didn't want it that way. If he was playing with Paul on his own, that was fine with me, but Tyler wanted the two of us to have our own time together. Whether it was one of them or both of them, it was always wonderful. I finally had to ask Tyler if it was all right with him if Paul came over on his own sometimes. Paul had gotten my number from Information, called me, and asked me if he could come over. We spent a wonderful time cuddling in the living room; we got each other naked and enjoyed touching everything. He emitted little giggles when I fingered and sucked his tiny brown nipples and licked his underarms. He tasted so sweet. When I slipped my finger under him and toyed with his rosebud, he squirmed and groaned in pleasure. We moved to the bedroom. He paused at the door. "Chuck, I need to weewee." I thought that was a rather childish expression for a ten-year-old, but it was his choice. Of course, I led him to the bathroom. We steped into the shower. I had the feeling that Tyler and shown the boy how to enjoy another kind of shower. "I want you to weewee on me, honey." His dark eyes registered the pleasure at the invitation. Still, I had to wonder if Tyler and Pauly hadn't "weeweed" on each other already; I knew Tyler loved to play in my stream. Pauly giggled as he took his little dick in his hand and pointed it at me. I had to get down on my knees so his weewee could hit my chest. The warmth felt wonderful against my skin, and the force of it on my nipples made them tighten immediately. When his weewee was over, I kissed him at the tip of his little boydick, tasting the special weewee only boys can make, and then I stood up. "Now I weewee on you, Pauly, okay?" He nodded. It was a strange sight. The yellow of my piss all but disappeared against the darkness of his skin. It was the slick wetness, not the color, by which I could trace the path of my piss down his chest and belly. He moved to let my stream wash him all over. "Look," he giggled. "It makes it look like I'm doing weewee again." My piss was running down his little dick and dribbling off it. I smiled as he played in the stream I gave him. What a delight to watch a boy play so freely and unselfconsciously. I wasn't sure how Tyler would take the fact that Pauly and I were together a number of times when he was not there. We talked it over in bed one afternoon. "You love me, right?" he asked. "And you trust me, right? And you love sex with me, right? You love fucking me every time we do it, right?" I kissed him a "yes" at every question. He turned in my arms, our tongues found each other, and we licked deeply in each other's mouth. I could still taste my cum from his having sucked me. Yes, I loved this boy, so deeply. I would always love him, just as I had promised him when he was seven. That's what I told him. And then I told him something I had been thinking about for some time. "I know you love me, honey, and I love to hear you say it. I am so proud of you, of the young man you're becoming." And he was. The hair around his cock was coming in, as was the hair under his arms. And I loved to suck on his hair, in both places. His balls were bigger, and his cock was approaching five inches. "You're almost 13, Tyler, almost a teenager. This is wonderful, our being together. It's absolutely the best thing that's ever happened to me. Sometimes, you know, things change for people, what they like and don't like. As you're growing up, becoming a man, you just might find some day that you have more of an interest in girls." I could feel him tense in my arms at this. "This is stuff lots of boys like doing together, like we did when you were little, like you and Pauly do. And maybe you'll always like boys, or men, as you grow older. Some boys find that they start liking girls, and that's fine, too. I just want you to remember, always, that I love you. No matter where you are or what you're doing or how old you are, if you want to know, if you need to know that you're loved, just think of me." He turned into me, crying quietly. I hugged him close. "And I'll always love you, Chuck, always." But boys do grow up. And sometimes they do begin to like girls. Starting several months after his thirteenth birthday, Tyler came over less and less. The truth is that I was very busy, too. As he has school to deal with, I had my job at the library and my classes for my second degree. The last time we made love, it was long and slow. I wonder now if either, or both, of us realized that was the last time. We occasionally saw each other around town -- it wasn't a very large town -- and he even came into the library sometimes for a little conversation. At least he wasn't avoiding me; I don't know how I would have been able to take that. But neither of us referred to what had passed. But little Pauly continued to visit on his own. I had seen his parents several times at the library, and, as far as they were concerned, I was tutoring Pauly in his reading. We seldom read. They told me his grades were improving, but I think that was just a happy boy more at ease with himself. He always seemed to be rather shy and retiring around other people, but with me he was entirely open, eager, even adventurous. He was usually out of his clothes the minute he got in the door. When we did read, we were in the nude. Even though he was ten, he insisted on sitting on my lap as one of use read to the other. Of course, we played as we read, so we rarely finished anything but the shortest of stories. I looked down at him. We had moved to the bedroom. I was lying on my back with my hands behind my head and on the pillow against the backboard of the bed. Little Pauly was sitting on my lap, playing. He was actually sitting on my thighs and raising himself up on his knees to play his little game. He was holding his little cocklet in one small hand and my cock in the other. He was murmuring, more to himself than to me. Such a sight. His mahogany-brown shoulders were hunched over in concentration. My light-skinned cock looked even more enormous held in his small dark hand. "And this is how they kiss, because they love each other." And he pressed the lips of my cockhead against the lips of his, lightly. "And then, after they kiss, they always hug each other, like this." He held my cock and his against each other, the undersides pressing as he held them together with his little hands. "But this is how I kiss it," he said. He leaned down and licked at my cockhead. I'm sure he was tasting the precum that had been oozing from it for a while. He opened his mouth and took my cock in, and, as always, I was amazed at the heat, smoothness, and tightness of his little mouth. I sighed, and I felt my cock throb in his mouth. "Chuck?" he asked, when he sat up again. "Yes, honey." "When I become a man, will I have all this...pre...precum?" "I don't know, honey. Some men have it, and some don't. I don't think there's any way to know ahead of time, especially when you're only ten." "I like it. It tastes good when I lick it. It's smooth. I hope I get a lot," he smiled, and he resumed his licking. His licks were slow and light, so I had no problem with control, but eventually I needed something in my mouth, too. He giggled when I told him that, and he scooted up, knowing exactly the way he liked me to suck him. He put his knees on either side of me, under my arms, and lowered his cocklet right to my face. I had to reach for it; it was hard enough now that it was pointing out, not down. "Mmmmmmmm..." he said as I sucked his little dick into me. "Mmmmmmmm..." He loved it when I washed the head of his dick with my tongue. I caressed his smooth dark bottom as I sucked, and I looked up at this gorgeous boy, my Pauly. His belly was moving above my face as he breathed with my sucking, but I could see his small chest and those two magic nipples I loved to suck. My finger slid into his crack and massaged his tight hole. "Mmmmmmm..." And he became louder with the second sensation behind him as my finger slowly entered his special private place. His cocklet was responding nicely, and I could feel the beat of his little heart through it. He leaned over and held onto the headboard so he could press himself into me a little more. I could feel his tiny balls right under my lip as he raised and lowered himself. He loved to fuck my face. Soon his movements became irregular. He had not yet learned how to stave off his orgasm -- a difficult thing for any boy -- but he would. I let him move any way he wished. I sucked as he pulled up from my mouth and circled my finger around inside his pucker-hole a little faster. His voice was high, more of a boy soprano voice than any I'd ever heard. "Mmmmmm...oooo...it will...it will...ooooo..." And when the force of his dry cum hit him he lurched into my mouth so hard I had to be very careful of my teeth around him. He shoved at me again, his little belly shaking. "Ummmmmmm...." As he moved down onto my chest, his wet cocklet traced a line across a nipple, and I felt the goosebumps. I held him close, just as he had held our two dicks close together. I stroked his dark hair and told him how wonderful he was, how much I loved being with him. "I love you, Chuck," he whispered into my chest. "I love you, too, baby. Very much." I let him fall asleep there and held him, stroking my fingers lightly from his shoulder, down his back, over his smooth ass. He was a sweetheart. A couple of years later, there was a knock on the door one evening, and I opened it to find Tyler and a girl on the doorstep. He suddenly reminded me of the 12-year-old Tyler at the door when he had just moved back to town. He wanted to introduce me to his girlfriend. I invited them in and had to introduce them to little Tomas, a Mexican boy I was tutoring. Tyler understood, I'm sure. We talked, and as they were leaving I told Tyler his new girl was very lovely. He smiled. I received an invitation to his high school graduation, and I went with his mother. I was so proud of this beautiful young man. At dinner afterwards -- before he had a late-night party with his classmates -- he told me of his plans. He would enter college on the east coast. I received Christmas cards every year, and he never forgot my birthday. I received an invitation to his wedding. It was in upper New England, and I couldn't attend, but I sent a very nice gift. A year later I received a phone call from his mother. Tyler had just become a father. A boy.