Date: Sun, 25 Oct 2015 23:37:40 -0400
From: J.A. Kidd
Subject: Dream Boy - Chapter 10; the Last Real Adventures

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So, at 14 I wasn't a kid anymore, but was still young and slender enough to
look like one. I didn't make many friends, and those I did would simply not
be the "right" kind.

Chrissie and I split up and summer was coming on.

My mother suggested that I go spend a month with my uncle and his
wife. They lived in an oceanside resort town. He owned a fishing boat and
they spent every summer there, making more money in three months than most
people made all year. The idea was that I could work on the boat.

I was against it at first, but decided that a change of scenery might be
good.

I only went on two fishing trips before both I and Uncle "Mark" decided it
was not working. Watching a bunch of weekend anglers being outsmarted by
fish was just plain boring and it showed.

Since Aunt "Judy" stayed drunk most of the time, I was free to wander the
seaside town. I quickly discovered that it was fun. I would walk the
boardwalk and watch the tourists, ogle the pretty young girls, and eyeball
the crotches of the men that strutted around in their tight swimsuits.

At one end of the boardwalk, I found an ice cream stand that was set up
like an old western-movie saloon. It had a bar with a mirror behind it,
allowing me to sit and watch what was going on behind me. As I passed it
one time, I realized that there were a couple men sitting alone on the
benches, watching the kids at the ice cream stand.

Hmmm. That could be interesting.

I experimented. I went to the stand and knelt on a stool, making sure to
arch my back and accentuate my butt. In the mirror, I saw one of the
"spectators" glance a little longer than ordinary. I had worn my newest
pair of extremely short shorts (actually going so far as to get a size
smaller than I should have). When he looked away, I shifted to give him a
better view, waiting for him to look back over. He was trying to remain
aloof, not wanting to draw attention to himself, but eventually he did look
back over at me. I wiggled my ass, watching his reaction in the mirror. His
eyes widened and he glanced up in the mirror.

I grinned and waggled my eyebrows, which made him blush and turn away. But,
he didn't get up and leave. Good sign.

I checked him out as thoroughly as I could through the view in the
mirror. He was a little chubby, had more body hair than I was used to, and
wore baggy shorts from which hung thick, but not muscled legs. At that
moment, I couldn't have cared less. I realized how cock-hungry I was.

The next time he looked up, he looked me square in the eye (in the mirror
anyway). I grinned again and stuck my ass out further.

Come on, man. Get the hint.

I saw him blush again. He was trying his best to watch my wiggling ass
without appearing to be watching my young wiggling ass.

Oh, yeah. I found a pervert. Excellent.

I eased from the stool, bringing my ice cream cone with me and walked
toward him. He started gathering his windbreaker, like he was going to get
up and leave. No way, buster. I went directly to the bench he was sitting
on and sat down beside him.

"Hi," I said.

"Hello," he answered a little breathlessly. He was looking around guiltily.

"Relax," I said. "I saw you looking. You saw me looking. Why fake it?"

"Um," he began. Oh, how cute. He was nervous. His cheeks were burning red
and his hands were trying to find something to do.

I sat back, leaning slightly his way and asked plainly, "You like watching
kids, don't you?"

"Well..."

"It's okay," I told him. "I like being watched."

"You do?"

"Oh, yeah," I assured him. "It makes me feel good." After he digested that
bit of information, I hit him with, "And it makes me horny."

GULP. That got him. Even if he wasn't interested at first, that got his
attention. Time to set the hook.

In a whisper, I asked, "How 'bout you?"

"Me?" he answered in a bit of a panic. "Me, what?"

"Did watching me make you horny?"

"Certainly not," he lied. "I don't think of boys like that."

"What if I wanted you to?"

BANG. Got him. His eyes went wide. His face flushed. His breath caught. He
went to speak once or twice, but came up with nothing. And his eyes
traveled down my body. When he raised his gaze once more to my eyes, I
grinned.

He looked away, checking to make sure no one was within earshot or was
watching closely. "Well..." he tried.

I leaned close, really close. He was trembling. "Have you got a room
nearby?"

Against his own will, he nodded.

"Wanna go?"

He watched my face for a few seconds. I gave him my Little Buddy,
Come-and-Get-It smile.

He was in a daze. I stood up and reached out for his hand. Like a zombie,
he allowed me to pull him to his feet. After a second or two, he took the
lead. I tossed the last of my ice cream into the first garbage can we
passed.

His hotel was a couple blocks up the boardwalk, giving me time to learn his
name, "Jim". Out loud, I made sure he became "Uncle Jim". We reached the
waterfront lobby, I again telling "Uncle" Jim that I was hot and wanted to
sit in the air conditioning for a while. Into the elevator, up to the
eighth floor, and down the hall.

The view was not of the beach, but away from the ocean and over the town. I
didn't care. I wasn't up there for the view.

He stood in the middle of the room, unsure of what to do. I knew.

Wasting no time, I went right up to him and wrapped my arms around his
back. He looked down at me for a second. Leaning my face up, I planted a
kiss on his lips that got things going. Soon enough, his tongue was deep in
my mouth and he was grabbing my ass greedily. I ran my hands around to his
belt line and slipped one down his trunks.

There it was. Not as big as Ernie's, but more than I had had in a while, so
I didn't care. I felt him stiffen in my grasp and separated our
lips. Kneeling, I pulled the loose shorts off in a fluid motion, exposing
the hard member and reaching the perfect position before he could even
begin to protest.

The smell of his sweat. The taste of his pecker. The texture of the head
and veins along the sides. Oh, how I had missed this. I sucked and slurped
and gobbled that dick, licking and savoring every sensation.

He didn't last long, but that was fine. I was not letting him go anywhere
for a good long while.

He groaned as he fed me the cum I had been missing, in stream after stringy
stream. I swallowed with greedy relish, continuing to suck on his cock long
after he had finished. Finally, I looked up at him, licking the head of his
dick and smiling.

He was still breathing hard, so I told him, "You can rest a bit. I'm just
getting started."

When I stood up, I pulled off my shorts at the same moment. His eyes found
my own boner and he licked his lips. I preferred catching to pitching, but
I didn't protest. He lay me on the king-sized bed and sucked me off. I made
him work for it, holding back as much as I could. When I did let loose, I
filled his mouth with my young seed. He swallowed it all.

"Wanna clean up a little?" he asked.

"Sure," I said.

In the shower, he ran his hands all over me and I did the same. We kissed
deep and heavy. There was passion and lust, but none of the love I had felt
from my Ernie. It didn't matter.

I sucked him hard again, but didn't let him cum. "Next load goes somewhere
else," I told him suggestively.

Oh, man. That got him going.

He had brought some vaseline with him (for wind-chapped lips, he claimed)
and I saw him trembling as he found it in his luggage and brought it out. I
had been lying on his bed, watching him with a smile that told him without
question that this was what I was after. I kept my back arched as much as I
could, to keep my round ass in his view.

Once more, he was not sure how to proceed. He stood by the bedside, his
eyes glued to my wiggling butt and his dick steadily growing
stiffer. Scooting closer, I sucked on him until he was fully erect
again. He still didn't get started on lubing me up, so I lifted my butt in
the air and spread my buttcheeks. I thought he was going to cum right then
and there, so I stopped the blowjob and turned around.

Now, he understood. This was really happening and it was about to progress.

One by one, he greased up fingers and plunged them beautifully up my tight
hole. I was pushing back against them as they probed and spread and got me
well-lubed.

Now it was my turn to tremble. With my ass ready, lifted up to him and
waiting, he got his pecker covered in the slippery goo and eased up behind
me.

All pretense disappeared when I felt the tip of his cock touch my waiting
asshole. I moaned and whispered, "Oh, yeah."

That first penetration in such a long time felt so magnificent. I moved
backward against his entry, shoving myself onto him when he reached that
painful bend in my colon. He was not as fulfilling as Ernie, but there was
a dick up my ass again. I did most of the work at first, slamming myself
back into him as he stood beside the bed fucking me in the butt.

When he got tired, we switched positions. Up on the bed, doggie style for a
bit. On our sides for a few minutes. Then I took over. I pulled out one of
the pillows, slid it under my butt and lay on my back. "Come on," I told
him. "Fuck me good and deep."

Well, "Uncle" Jim mounted me from above, pinning my feet back, and started
pounding himself into me. The animal in him broke out. Within seconds, he
was ruthlessly slamming his dick to its full depth, driving his hips down
as he pierced my ass. I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled with each stroke,
letting him know that my groans were not of pain, but sheer pleasure.

His own grunts grew more fierce. His pounding thrusts got harder. Oh, man
it felt good.

I felt him start to get up when it got loud and heavy, quickly grabbing him
around the neck. "No," I whispered. "Do it inside me. Cum up my ass."

He had had enough of a break that he was able to go a little longer,
drilling his dick up my young asshole with fervor and beastly force. And
then I got my reward. He groaned loud and long, tensing every muscle, and
shot his load up into my hungry ass.

There wasn't much of an after-cuddle. He kissed me a time or two, but
quickly got up and fetched us a couple moist washcloths.

Once we were cleaned off, he started making excuses.

"Don't worry," I told him. "I got what I wanted."

I dressed and went back down to the boardwalk alone. He was blushing when I
gave him a farewell kiss, telling him, "Maybe we can do this again."

I settled in on one of the benches near the ice cream stand, waiting for
another pervert (or someone that could be convinced that they were
one). Although there were one or two prospects, I had no more fun that
first day.

In the days that followed, however, I did.

For the next three weeks of my stay, I went to the "saloon" daily. Once and
again, I ambled into the arcade. There was also a dockside restaurant with
a kiddie park behind it. All of them were hangouts for perverted men.

Yes, it turned out to be a great summer after all. I cut quite a few
notches in my bedpost (if you get my meaning). That week, I got some every
single day (even Sunday, though that was a close call). I got the hang of
the place quickly and became a regular on the boardwalk. I think the word
got out, because it became easier and easier to find a man to play with. I
averaged two a day after that first week. My record was seven blowjobs and
four ass-fucks in a single, hot, wonderful day. Once, I even managed to
score a two-man team, each taking their turn in both mouth and ass.

And then it was time to go home.

I outgrew my youthful cuteness. It became harder and harder to find a
playmate without going to a gay hangout, and that wasn't the same. I liked
the conquest of getting someone who thought they would never want to fuck a
little boy to fuck a little boy, and I wasn't a little boy anymore.

I still had a few adventures; a mechanic at my first real job, the father
of one of my school friends, one of my older sister's boyfriends, a number
of one-nighters after I was old enough to go to bars, and for a while, I
hitch-hiked back and forth to work, often "paying" for the ride with a
quick blowjob or the occasional ass-ride. There was a two-week span where
some Latino workers who had been away from home too long came around to
feed me some cock, but only two of them would fuck me.

But, I became a man and it just wasn't the same. The closest I came to that
feeling was when I found myself at a bar with only three other people. A
monstrously large black guy and I shot pool for a bit before I quietly
offered to put a bet on the next game. Of course, I "lost" and was treated
to the biggest cock I had ever had. His cumload was so massive I had to
wipe some from my chin. And he lasted forever. I thought he was going to
fuck my ass until the sky turned brown. Secretly, I wished he would, but he
eventually unloaded up into my willing ass.

And, of course, I never saw him again.

So ended the reign of the Pederast's Dream Boy. I had loved every one of
them for the time it lasted and would not trade a second of it for anything
(except perhaps the ability to stay a little boy seducing men into fucking
me).

Such is life.

I retain memories of that magnificent time and will never forget
them. Ernie and his circle wound up getting arrested. It broke my heart to
see him on television, being led away in handcuffs and called all manner of
vile names.

And now, I'm an old man. I don't find myself attracted to little boys, like
the psychologists would swear I should. Instead, I look at them with the
memory of being one. I wonder if they chase after men like I did, but have
never had one come after me. If they did, I don't think I'd be able to do
more than give them pointers (which I wouold gladly).

That's about all, folks.

Hope you've enjoyed as much as I have.



-The End