Date: Fri, 02 Mar 2007 17:11:32 -0500 From: Charles Hughes Subject: Tyler Becomes a Man - 2 (t/b A/b oral anal) This depicts sex between a teen and a young boy, and the story will later show the same between an adult and a preteen. If you don't like that, don't read it. If it's illegal for you to read it, you must leave. Copyright 2007 by Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. If you want to copy it, just ask, please. I'll respond to all emails except hate mail. emptyroom@usa.com Tyler Becomes a Man - Chapter 2 I confess I was nervous after my first sex with Tyler. I hadn't said anything to him about keeping it secret. I knew he had enjoyed it -- what boy doesn't enjoy his first dry cum, especially if it's in another boy's mouth? But I wondered if he would change his mind, become angry, or just avoid me altogether. I needn't have worried. The very next afternoon when I was out in the garden again I heard his sweet voice. "Hi, Chuck. What're you doing today?" "Hey, Tyler. I'm just running the hoe between the rows to loosen the dirt a little. It might rain; it'll hold the water a little better." He stood next to me as I leaned on the hoe to rest. He was a vision. Last night I'd had a huge cum visualizing our games in the shed the previous afternoon, lingering, especially, on the memory of his velvety-smooth hard cocklet in my mouth. And this morning I closed my eyes in the shower and saw it all again. I focussed on his lovely face as he licked my cum from my finger after I'd collected it from his thigh. Another great cum resulted. He looked up at me with his dark eyes and said, "When I grow up I want to be a man like you." My heart melted. I was hardly a man, not at 15. But I adored my little friend for his compliment. He glanced at the house, apparently wondering if my parents were around, so I assured him they were both at work. I offered him some soda, and we sat on the patio to drink it. We sat quietly for a few minutes. I'm sure he was aware that my eyes were examining every inch of his body. But, then, he was examining me in the same way. We both laughed when we were aware we had "caught" each other in the act. "Tyler," I said, "I don't want you to think we have to do that again, not unless you want to." "Guess what?" he asked, and I thought he was ignoring my comment. "I did it last night. Myself." "Did what?" "Made my dick do that, like you made it do yesterday in your mouth," he said. "You know, that awesome feeling -- wow!" "You mean you stroked yourself to orgasm -- to a dry cum?" I asked. "Yeah, that. Awesome." He giggled. "I made a noise, and my mom came into my bedroom; she thought something was wrong." I laughed with him. I remembered almost getting caught by my mother one day when I was jacking off in my bedroom. "Can I ask you something, Chuck?" "Sure." "Did you do it since yesterday -- you know, shoot the white stuff like in the shed?" His voice sounded a little hesitant, as though he wasn't sure he should be asking such a thing. I laughed. "You bet I did, buddy. Twice, last night and this morning." "Did you eat it?" "Last night I did. Not in the shower this morning, though. I like eating my cum, Tyler. Now it's my turn for a question, OK?" "OK," he grinned. "Before I sucked you yesterday, did you every play with yourself, with your dick?" "Uh -- yeah," he said. "I like to rub it. It feels good when I get it hard." "Tell me what you do, Tyler, OK?" "Well, I just reach down into my underpants and rub it for a little bit. It usually takes just a little bit to get it hard. The top part...uh...the head," he said trying to remember the words from yesterday, "that's the part that feels goodest. It kind of tickles funny." He giggled. "And my peepee hole, I rub it, too." I grinned at him. He was an adventurous little stud for seven. "And what about your balls, Tyler? You play with them, too?" "Uh....maybe a little. Well, not a lot. But yours are so big, Chuck," he said, sounding a little excited about it. "Will I get big balls, too?" "I'm sure you will, little buddy. You're going to become a real man, I know it. You'll be a regular sex machine." As he laughed, I unzipped my shorts, opened them wide at the fly, and pulled my cock out. It was semi-stiff and lay against my thigh. "Chuck! You aren't wearing any underpants!" His eyes widened in surprize. "Not today, I'm not," I said. "Today it's just you and me out here, little buddy. I guess I don't need to wear any for you, do I?" Without another word, he pulled his shorts and jockeys down to his ankles with one movement. "Now I'm like you!" he said proudly. Not quite. His little dick was still soft and pulled against his body so tightly I could see nothing but a little nub. But the sight made my cock lurch to full staff. He giggled. And his own little boyhood began to grow. He obviously couldn't resist it; he reached down and held it in the palm of his little hand as it increased its length. He raised his eyes from what his hand held and asked me quietly, "Do you like my thing, Chuck? Do you really?" "Honey, it's your dick. And I like it a lot. Just like I like you a lot. You're a beautiful little boy." Tyler kicked his shorts and little jockeys off his feet with one kick and virtually launched himself over to me. My naked little friend threw his arms around my neck and kissed my cheek. "I love you, Chuck. You're my very best friend." I couldn't help but put my arms around him and draw him closer. I whispered in his ear, "And you're my very best friend, little one." I kissed his cheek. "But we'd better not stay out here too long like this, had we? Somebody could just walk around the corner of the house and see us hanging onto each other! Let's go inside, honey." I stood, grabbing the pile of his shorts and undies with one hand and fastening my fly with the other. Then I took him by the hand and walked him into the kitchen. "Can we play, Chuck?" "Of course, we can play, honey. Let's go to my room." And I led the way down the hall to the opposite end of the house. When we got to the door of the bathroom, Tyler ran in. "I gotta peepee first." I walked in behind him and watched the magic when his little dick turned into a fountain. I had never been turned on my pee before. But I was really turned on by the sight of a beautiful little boy peeing so unself-consciously. His stream became a dribble. "Do you gotta peepee, Chuck?" I stepped up beside him. I didn't really need to, but I wanted to "peepee" for this boy. I stepped out of my shorts. My stream wasn't strong, but he never took his eyes off it. He watched as I shook it and as it returned to its semi-hard state. He reached out to touch it, but I wanted this little beauty in my bed. I took him by the hand, and as soon as we got into my bedroom I picked him up and lay him on the bed -- my bed. For just a split second I was truly disgusted with myself -- a 15-year-old pervert taking an innocent seven-year-old boy to bed. That split second vanished as soon as I saw his wide smile looking up at me from the pillow -- my pillow. I lay down beside him, propping myself up on one elbow. I caressed his warm skin from his cheek to his round little belly. He never took his eyes off me and never lost his smile. My hand slid down to his inner thigh, and I marvelled at the smoothness of seven-year-old skin. I cupped his hard cocklet, the side of my hand brushing against his tiny balls. He sighed and for the first time closed his eyes. He was mine. My treasure. My pleasure. My little man. My boy. Leaning in to kiss the head of his dick, I could smell the residue of sweat from the sun, a hint of the soap he'd used that morning, an intriguing reminder of his peepee, and -- most important of all -- the scent of pure boy. At 15, and only a day after I had first sucked a boydick, I knew in my heart I would never love anyone as much as I could love a boy. I licked and tasted his pee -- not unpleasant at all -- and when the roughness of my tongue ran across his sensitive peehole Tyler released a gorgeous sound, the sound of boy-in-pleasure. I sucked him lightly, licking slowly around his little shaft and down one side. I moved one of his legs a bit, pulled his cocklet out of the way, and gently licked at his balls. They were tiny marbles, hiding so close to his body they were barely there at all. "Mmmmmm...Chuck...oooooo," he whispered. "I like....it....ooooo." His cocklet was now fully hard, and I took the two inches into my mouth. How marvelous to fill my mouth with a boy's pride and joy! My tongue worshipped the wondrous little thing as I moved it around inside the dark, private cave I'd created for it. Tyler's little moans became music, and my hands roamed over his chest and legs as I ate his precious meat. In no time at all, my little lover began to push himself at me, pressing his engorged cocklet into my mouth. I pulled and pressed, moved up and down, and his music became louder and more demanding. I could feel the urgency of his need. I knew the moment his orgasm began when his little body began to shake all over and his breathing became irregular "Ahhh....ahhhh....O...O...O..." A second of silence was followed by a strangled gasp from deep in his throat; his body became rigid, and his dick spasmed against my tongue and the inside of my cheeks. The tremendous power that overtook his little body then drained away rapidly, and he became limp. I was amazed at the force of his dry cum; I didn't remember anything of the kind happening to me. And I realized that his dick was still hard in my mouth, though it was now so sensitive I had to let it drop. I lay beside him and let that wondrous feeling keep hold of him for a few minutes until he came down from his high. Neither one of us spoke for a while. The only sound was that of our breathing. I looked over at his naked little body, striped with sunlight and shadow from the blinds in my window. I had simply never seen anything as lovely as a boy recovering from sex. I closed my eyes and savored the taste of him still in my mouth. My cock had deflated a bit but responded instantly when I felt his touch. "Chuck..." "Yeah, honey?" "Can I do it now, what you did? Can I suck your thing...uh, dick?" "Oh, Tyler, baby, you can do just about anything you want with my cock!" He smiled and began to fondle it, not stroking but just moving it from side to side, holding it down and letting it spring back up when he released it. He touched my balls and, when I opened my legs a bit, he moved them gently around in my sac. He seemed fascinated with my balls. I told him he needed to be careful with them, and he was, as he pushed and stroked and moved them around. My cock was now pounding with my pulse. I watched him lay a finger on my cocklips and capture some of the precum that had begun to flow from it. He glanced at me to see if it was okay, and I smiled a "yes." He licked the precum from his finger slowly. I could see him moving it around inside his mouth with his tongue, tasting, deciding if he liked it. Then he leaned in and licked more of it from my cockhead. I almost shot then, at the first sensation of his warm little tongue on my cockhead. My dick jumped in joy at this new pleasure -- being licked by a tiny tongue, feeling those small, warm lips occasionally brush across it. I crossed my arms behind my head so I could watch a sight I'd never dreamed I would see. My small patch of hair couldn't hide my swollen cock, and his little hand held it with such care. His tongue licked as though he were licking an ice cream cone, up from the crown to the tip, then up again in another spot. The groaning I began to hear was my own. So sweet. Being licked...oh my god...by my little lover...oh yes...! I watched as he opened his mouth and tried to take my cockhead into it. It was a little more than his small mouth could manage at first, but finally his lips locked behind the crown. I could feel his tongue move, though there couldn't have been much room for it. He was sucking me. Oh, sweet! I had to rise up and pull his head away from my cock. "You're going to make me cum, honey." "You mean, shoot it out, like yesterday?" Tyler asked. "Yes, and I'll shoot a lot, I think, the way you've been making love to my dick." He giggled but then looked at me seriously. "But I want to taste it, Chuck. You let me eat some yesterday, and I liked it. I really did. Can you let it shoot in my mouth?" "Oh, god, honey, yes. But you'll have to let me do it my way. I'm afraid it will happen too fast, they'll be too much for you." He lowered his mouth to my cock again and resumed licking. I just couldn't help but move my dick a little in and out of his mouth, and he took it. But when I was about to cum I placed both hands on his cheeks and pulled him back until my cock was just at the entrance to his open mouth. "Ahhhh.....fuck!....yes honey...yes...cumming..." The pleasure erupted from deep inside and shook my entire body. My cock throbbed once, then shot a stream of cum onto his cheek and into his mouth. "Oh fuck honey..." As he tasted my juice, another shot hit him on his lips, and he opened his mouth to lick it in. My cock pumped out two more shots, hitting his cheek and lips, and some entering deep into his mouth. As he choked back his gag reflex and swallowed, the remainder of my cum oozed from my cocklips. He caught the string of it in his hand and licked it. He was a beautiful sight. His face was covered with my cum; it was running from his cheeks and lips. He pushed out his tongue to gather in what he could reach, then used his fingers to pull in what was left. His little face was covered with my sex, and he was eating it ravenously. I leaned in to lick some of it from his cheek. I didn't think; it just happened. I found myself licking at his lips, then kissing them, then pressing my tongue into his small mouth. I was tasting myself from his mouth, licking my own cum from his tongue. I put my arms around him and felt his arms around me, and we kissed with a passion that was completely new to both of us. I loved being inside him, loved the feeling of his tongue inside me, loved tasting us together. We kissed and sucked and licked at each other's mouth until we were breathless. When I fell back on the bed, I pulled him up with me. He lay on top of me, our chests and bellies heaving, our bodies covered with sweat. His head was against my chest, and I stroked his back. One hand moved lower to his pert little bottom and cupped its firm but soft roundness. I pulled him tight against me, and the sounds he made could almost be described as purrs, like a little kitten. Marvelously, both our dick were hard again. I wouldn't have believed it, not of mine, anyway. They almost touched as we pressed into each other. But we were exhausted from our sex, our boy sex. Yes, I was still a boy myself, and I wasn't pretending otherwise. I have no idea who was the happiest of the two boys on my bed. We feel asleep as I stroked his soft ass. I woke soon, though, and woke him as I moved to get up. "Tyler, honey," I said, "we need to get up and get dressed. It's only the middle of the afternoon, but I can't take a chance on my folks getting back." He smiled sleepily. "Okay. I know. Chuck....?" "What, little lover?" "Can we play some more sometime?" "My god, you're a little sexpot. A horny little stud!" He grinned. "Is that good?" "Oh, Tyler, it is very, very good. Of course, we can play some more sometime. But right now we need to get dressed. And we missed lunch, didn't we? Let's get to the kitchen, and I'll find us something to eat." "But I just ate," he grinned. "And it was the very bestest lunch I ever, ever had."