Date: Fri, 09 Mar 2007 13:13:23 -0600 From: Charles Hughes Subject: Tyler Becomes a Man - Chapter 5 (t/b A/b oral anal) The subject matter includes sex between a teen and a young boy and, later, an adult and a preteen. If you are not 18 or it is illegal for you to read this, you are to leave now. Copyright 2007 by Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. I will try to answer all emails: the.empty.room@hotmail.com Readers will please note the change of email address. Tyler Becomes a Man - Chapter 5 As the weeks went by, I think there was no part of little Tyler's body I had not seen, caressed, kissed. As I lay in my bed at night, playing with my cock and balls and ass, I relished the memories of his warmth and taste. But, more than the surface of my little man, I had come to love the boy himself. It was a totally unexpected development. I went into my relationship with a seven-year-old knowing the sex would be exciting, but I had had no idea he would also captivate my mind and emotions. I had learned a great deal about boys, including the fact that even a teenager could genuinely love a boy. One of our favorite places was his treehouse. It was often hot up there in the tree, hidden from both our houses, the alley, the street, and the entire world. Our almost-naked bodies would be sweating already by the time we climbed the ladder and worked ourselves through the trap door. And then our play and lovemaking would create more sweat for us to use as we rolled together, pressed ourselves into each other, and moved skin-to-skin. It was there, as we were recovering from our play, that Tyler told me of their vacation plans. "We're going to Disney World, Chuck! I can't wait! I've seen pictures and all...we're really going to go!" I was happy for my little man, remembering the great times I'd had there - the rides, the costumed characters, the mysterious wonderland for children to simply enjoy. I was toying with one of his little nipples as we talked. They were so tiny and tanned they were almost invisible against his skin. They would tighten and harden a bit, and there, at the center of his chest would be two tiny points, two very sensitive spots, two alluring boytits that I loved. I lowered my face and licked one of them. Tyler breathed deeply in pleasure, but he continued to recite all the wonderful things he expected at Disney World. I kissed his little nipple, then sucked lightly on it. I had to hold my lips tightly together and open just a little at the center of my mouth in order to play with only the hard nipple. The tip of my tongue brushed back and forth over it as I sucked. So much pleasure could be given him through such a tiny little thing! His words had faded away as the pleasure overtook him, and he began to make the little cooing sounds that I could feel through his chest with my lips. The fingers of my hands played with his tiny balls as I sucked at him. He pulled away to sit up and look at me. "Why do men have those?" "Nipples?" "Yeah," he said. "I know why women have them; it's to feed little babies, right? But men don't have babies, just women." "That's right, honey. But when you're becoming a man, Tyler, you learn that your nipples are very, very sensitive. You've already learned how sexplay with your nipples feels so good." "Oh, yeah," and he held his hands up to cup his little boybreasts. "That's why we have 'em? To play with?" "Well, it sure feels wonderful to finger and lick and suck them, doesn't it?" "It's awesome! And mine'll get bigger, like your's, right?" He reached over and placed the tip of one finger against my nipple. "When I become a man." "As you grow bigger, your nipples will, too, honey. And when you become a man, you'll have a beautiful chest. I know you will." I moved back against the wall of the treehouse and pulled him up on my lap, holding him with one arm around his shoulders. He lay his face on my chest, then kissed a nipple. He giggled a little, then moved down a bit so he could get comfortable as he sucked my hard nipple. I placed my other hand against the back of his head, holding him against me. I looked down at my beautiful little man, his dark hair brushing against my chest as he nursed on me. I felt so protective of him at that moment. I felt such a tender love for him. I rocked him gently as he sucked. I hummed in pleasure. My cock was pressing up against his little bottom, and I readjusted a bit without letting him lose his sucking rhythm. I pulled my cock up so it was pressing into my belly, locked into place with his thigh. I could look past the gentle movement of his head to see the precum leaking from my cockhead. God, I would never know any more pleasure than what I knew with my sweet boy. As I rocked, his thigh and my belly were moving my cock. As I felt the touch, I looked over his head, and his finger was resting lightly on the lips of my cock, brushing the precum as it leaked out. I was fascinated by the sight. My precum was slowly covering my cockhead as his little finger guided it to flow over all sides of it. Could he possibly know what pleasure he was giivng me with that simple aciton? I knew that, between his sucking of my nipple and his fingering my cockhead as it rubbed between us, I would cum soon. Did he know it? Had my little man had that much experience yet that he could tell? I clutched him tighter as my orgasm approached. I tried to keep my breathing normal, but what is "normal" when you"re about to shoot a load onto your boylove? My belly was heaving with the effort to trying to control my orgasm, and I finally gave up completely. I felt as though I were relaxing, but instead my insides clenched as my cock shot the first spurt onto Tyler's hand. He kept playing as I shot again and again. As my cock spasmed next to his little thigh I had a vision of shoving my hard cock into his boyhole, and I shook with the violence of my next two shots. It was all I could do to keep holding onto Tyler when my cock stopped. I was almost gasping for breath. He had never even stopped sucking lightly on my nipple. I shivered as I became aware again of the suction holding us together. He pulled his face away from me. "You had a lot of cum that time, Chuck," he smiled. His lips were wet with the saliva he'd been using to nurse on me. I took his cum-covered hand from my dick and raised it, smearing my cum all over my chest. I didn't even have to ask. He immediately started licking it off, treating my chest with the tenderness of his little tongue. He rolled off me onto the mat. For a little bit I was just too exhausted to move. Then I reached for his hand and licked the last of my cum from it. I stroked his little hardon with two fingers, since his manly cocklet simply disappeared if I put my hand around it. He lay on the mat with his arms above his head and his eyes closed. He was completely open to whatever I wanted of him. My eyes traveled from his smooth underarms to the belly moving with his breath. His legs were splayed wide open. It was such complete trust. He deserved the very best. I stroked his dick a little more rapidly, and he started the series of little sounds that meant he was completely enthralled with his own sexual responses. His sounds became a little louder when I thumbed his dickhead with each up-stroke of my fingers. Such music. Soon he was pushing his dick into my fingers. I quickly lifted my hand and licked it, then closed it around his sweet boyhood, and I let him fuck his cocklet into my hand. At the same time I heard the gasps from his mouth, I felt the quivering of his dick. "Aaaaaa...mmmmm...Chuuuuuuuck..." My sweetheart had a very good dry cum for a wonderful end to a wonderful afternoon. During the week they were gone I had nothing but memories and dreams to jack off to. There was one other thing. Just before they had left, I asked Tyler if he would give me a pair of his briefs after he had worn them all day. He had left me a pair of little white jockeys that looked so small when I lay them on my bed. At night I would often lay those little briefs across my face. It felt so terribly naughty when I inhaled his scent. I would turn his briefs inside out and put the crotch right at my nose. It was wonderful, smelling the scent of his cocklet and boyballs. Just a hit of sweat and piss. And all boy, all my little man, I toyed with the idea of cumming into them, but I decided not to. That would ruin the scent of boy, of Tyler, they brought to me. And I thought about that flash I had had when I had cum so hard the last time in the treehouse, the image of my cock disappearing into Tyler's little ass. The image of fucking him. Oh, I wanted to know the inside of his little body so much! I wanted to fuck him so badly! We had never talked about such a thing; I doubt if he even knew it was a possibility. I did know one thing, however. It could never happen. He was much too small, too little. It wasn't that I had such a big cock -- I wasn't sure I was even average for 15. It was simply and plainly that he was too little. It would hurt him terribly. And that might hurt him emotionally in ways for which I could never forgive myself. It would have to remain a dream. I was up early on the Saturday morning after they returned -- I wanted to be in the backyard when Tyler woke up to his first day home. And soon enough he came running through the gate. We moved quickly to the other side of the shed where we couldn't be seen, and I got on my knees to kiss him. We hugged and kissed as though we'd been separated for months. When we pulled apart, he said, "Here, Chuck...broughtcha something." And he grinned as he brought his hand from behind his back. It was a little box from Disney World, and when I opened it I held a little Mickey Mouse bobble-head in my hands. We laughed as I made the head jump around. The base of it said, "You're my friend always." "I wanted to find one that said 'I love you,'" Tyler said, "but I couldn't find one." "I know it means that, honey," and I gave him another hug. "Damn, Tyler, I missed you!" We went into the shed to play, and we were soon naked. He laughed as he hugged my naked mid-section to him and kissed my cock. It was very hot in the shed, but it didn't matter to two boys who desperately needed to please each other. I picked him up in my arms and he threw his legs around my waist as we kissed deeply. One hand was around his waist holding him tight to me and the other was cupped under his sweet bottom. We pressed into each other, and he wiggled against me. The sweat was soon running down both of us. I could feel his hard little dick pushing at me. I just needed to touch him. I raised the hand under his ass to his back and got my finger wet with his sweat. I slipped the finger down and into his crack and found his tight hole. As I touched it, he pressed deeper into my mouth and groaned. I played with his hole for just a moment before I pressed lightly. I felt it flex, tighten, and resist. I pressed lightly again, in and out. He mumbled into my mouth, "Oh, Chuck...put it in...put it in me..." Oh God, how I wanted to stick my finger deep into him. But I pressed and moved his hole around, opening it just a bit before it tightened again. Even my finger was too big for his tiny seven-year-old boyhole. "I can't, honey," I said. It would hurt you too much; I won't do that." My arms were aching from holding him, and I sat him down on the worktable. He looked disappointed. "I wish...you could," he said, finally. "You play with it don't you, your hole?" I asked. "Oh, yeah," he said. "I like it." "Well, I can't, but maybe you can." "Huh?" "Do you want to try to put your finger in your hole, honey? You don't have to..." "Oh, yeah!" he said. "I never even thought of it until you...you played with me there. Yeah, I want to." I sat him back just a bit on the worktable and brought his feet up, sitting him cross-legged. "Wet your finger, honey. Here, this finger. Then put it on your hole and rub it." He did, and he smiled at the sensation. "Just keep rubbing it lightly, around and around, and relax back there." He was following everything I told him. "Rub around, and then push in just a very little, like you're wiggling your finger into it." I watched him consentrate. Then he looked up with wide eyes. "I think...I think...it's kinda in..." "Slow, honey," I cautioned. "It doesn't need to be fast." His widened eyes locked on me as his finger moved slightly and gently. Then he gasped. "I...My finger..it's open...I feel it..." he whispered. "Gently, honey." He began to breathe deeply as he looked back down. There was nothing for him to see, but I knew he was envisioning his little finger there, entering his hole. Then he sucked his breath in quickly. "Chuck! Uh...in...Chuck! My finger's in. I can feel it, all around my finger." God, what a gorgeous sight he was! My naked little lover sitting, legs open and crossed, his hand moving under his dick and balls, pushing and probing at his hole. Feeling the inside of that forbidden place for the first time. "Take it easy, honey. You don't have to put it in too far the first time. Just enjoy it, sweetheart." I could have cried at the ache I felt. I wanted my cock there, where his finger was. I wanted to enjoy being surrounded by the heat of him... At the same time, I was so turned on by watching him finger-fuck himself for the first time. He whispered, as he moved his finger, "Do you do it, Chuck?" I couldn't take it any longer. I sucked on my finger, opened my legs, and put my finger underneath me to find my asshole. I slipped in. His eyes locked on mine again, as we finger-fucked each other. I moved as carefully as I could closer to the table and leaned to him. He leaned his face to me, and we kissed a wet kiss as our fingers moved inside us. We both had to stop finally. He showed me his finger and how far it had gotten inside him. I didn't think about it for a moment. I just moved a closer to that little finger and and inhaled the scent of it. It was not unpleasant. I licked it once, lightly. I don't know what I expected. I didn't expect anything. It was Tyler, that was the only way to describe it. I savored Tyler on his finger for a moment. "Me," he said. I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure he would like it or should even try it. But I placed my finger in front of him, and he smelled it, then licked it once, slowly. "I like your cock better," he grinned when he stopped. At least he wasn't revolted by what we had done. I leaned in to suck the cocklet I had missed for a week. What a wonderful taste. He pushed into me; he had learned how to fuck my face, and he loved it. He was grunting when he came and his little dick seemed the sweetest thing in the world at that moment. I cradled his head against my chest, but he soon wiggled down to the floor. "I missed it so much," he said, and I knew he meant my cock. He began to lick the shaft and my cockhead. My precum had been oozing from it for a while, and he smacked his lips with the taste he loved. Then he just took my cockhead fully into his mouth and licked rapidly, sucking wildly. My cum burst out of me as though I hadn't cum in a week. I had cum several times each day, but nothing was like this, being inside the mouth of my lover. I groaned loudly as I filled his mouth over and over again. When I was finished, he let my cock out and licked it clean. "There's nothing like this at Disney World," he said.