Date: Sun, 22 Feb 2009 18:37:03 -0800 (PST)
From: LJ <lordjerig@gmail.com>
Subject: Summer with Chris (b/b solo mast oral anal first)

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Disclaimer:

If this material is illegal in your jurisdiction, stop reading before the
law comes and kicks your door in.

This is fiction, make believe, it did not happen.
At least not when I was there; bummer.

Comments for readers:
This one has been sitting here for a while and I decided to finish it.
Let me know what you think.
The main characters were inspired by a friend.
You probably know him, his name is Anon.

Summer with Chris
Story codes: (b/b mast oral anal first)

Part 1

Chapter 1

	The summer I was 13 we visited a cousin of mine who lived in
another state.  They had a house that looked over on to the beach. At the
time I was annoyed that my parents would decide to leave me with my older
cousin who I hardly knew so they could go to a hotel.  I would have to
sleep in somebody else's bed, probably share a room, and worst of all, I
would not be able to jack off.  To say that I was pissed would not do it
justice. I was furious. Having lost my sight as a baby, I found myself
still quite dependent on mom for a lot of stuff; mostly picking out my
clothes. This would all change that same year of course, but at the time of
this account, I felt left out. I'd been too lazy to listen to the
suggestions from my teacher to mark my clothes and having my old aunt grab
stuff for me out of my suit case (my under wear to be precise) and hand it
to me made me take notice.

So that was that. I decided to try to make the best out of it. I knew by
now how to use a cane quite well, and could get around with no trouble. My
orientation always has been superb having been stranded at the school for
the blind for close to six years in elementary. That and my sexuality were
probably the only good things that came out of that school, but more on
that some other time.

	Getting around the house was no sweat. I always had ants in my
pants and can't sit still for longer than five minutes. So after the
introductions and hellos I went exploring. The kids followed me around just
to see the cane being used probably, and just for curiosity's sake.  The
eldest boy showed me his room and the rest of the house proudly.  The house
had three bedrooms. Mine was next to the bathroom, and it was designated
the guest room.  The other room which was across the living room was shared
by the kids. Across from their room and next to what should have been
another bathroom but was out of order and was now moonlighting as a storage
place was their parent's room.  On the outside there was a balcony that
looked down on to the street on one side, and towards the beach from the
other.  At the end of the balcony there were some stairs leading down to
the street.  Okay you may be wondering who designed the house, but hey it
was another state after all and they do things differently in other
places. I think the place started as two apartments with two bedrooms, and
then the landlord ended up joining them by taking out the middle wall to
make one large one. That is the way it seemed anyway since there was a
little slope dividing the house right straight down the center.

	That summer was one of the hottest on record for that part of the
country. Even during the night it must have been over 100. A cold shower
felt warm and unsatisfactory.  My cousin had two brats. One six the other
four. I wanted nothing to do with them, and I was glad for the first time
that they seemed intimidated by my being blind. They bothered me by there
mere existence. Noisy, unruly, and bratty they both were, spoiled to hell,
and just the biggest pains in the ass.

	At around six that evening my cousin's friend Mike showed up. Him
and his wife came up and brought some food and a lot of fun. Mike took to
me right away telling me jokes, and really making the evening quite fun.
They also brought their son with them. His name was Chris, and when I first
heard his voice I thought he must have been about my age, or close. His
voice had already started to change, and he was about five feet or so
tall. I was already five feet five tall, so he came up to about my chin
which I noticed when he came up to shake my hand.

	For the rest of the evening he stayed clear of me for whatever
reason. He busied himself playing with the brats outside. Being it so hot,
I wanted nothing but to stay in doors where the fan was running. And Mike's
jokes were actually quite cool and funny the drunker he got.

	Close to bed time I had a sudden explosion of pure horniness. I
wanted to jack off in the worst way. That is when I found out that Chris
actually sounded kind of cute. I wondered if I could approach him and
somehow get him to play around. I always have been good at getting kids to
play around. Another gift from the school for the blind. And oddly, it is
as if I have an eye for this things, pardon the pun. It is as if kids who
are sexual and interested just resonate somehow with me deep inside and I
can tell which ones will play and which ones will not.  At 13, I wanted to
fuck in the worst way. I wanted to have sex all the way. I played lots with
other kids, but mostly we had jack offs together. So I felt desperate to
stuff my five uncut inches deep inside an ass or a pussy with all possible
haste.  By the time I went to bed, even the brats were starting to feel
appealing, my judgment starting to be muddied by my testosterone levels.

	That's when my aunt showed up. And all went to hell. There was an
extra bed in the room I was to have, and she had to come and share the room
with me.  So out went the plan for a good cum.  Fortunately she decided to
get into the shower and it gave me about five minutes to have a quick one
with the door closed. The first privacy I have had all day. You may very
well wonder why I did not use the bathroom. Well, the problem with it was
that it was the only one, and there were nine people in the house, six of
them drinking large quantities of beer, and pissing about every 20 minutes.
So even during the time when I took a shower, I had to endure the indignity
of having somebody come in and take a piss on the other side of the
curtain.  There were no locks on the door because of the brats, so people
felt they could just go in and out of the bathroom as needed. After all,
there was a curtain in place.

	As I lay in bed, my cock hard in my right fist I think of Chris. I
wondered how big his cock was, and if he actually jacked off yet. I
wondered if I could get him to show me his cock, and even perhaps get him
to jack me off.  I even thought for a moment of the oldest brat. I wondered
if he had yet discovered what his little wee-wee was for, or if he was yet
too stupid to even had started to touch himself.  Then the image of Chris
came again to my mind, this time both of us in the room alone with the door
closed. My hands feeling his cock all over and jacking him off as he panted
in pleasure.  And in less than two minutes I shot a load all over my chest
and belly.  Not a huge load granted, but reasonable. I had after all been
able to squirt since I was eleven and a half.  There was a cleanex box on
the night stand conveniently for a quick clean off.  By the time my aunt
came in to sleep five minutes later, I was already drifting off, still
horny, but satisfied. My mind wondered about possibilities with Chris.

	The next morning was boring. Mike and his family went home on a cab
the night before, and so I was left in the company of my aunt, my cousin
and his wife, and the two brats. Fortunately I had brought my radio with
me, and I found some good tunes to listen too. The day was hot again, nasty
hot. But there was nothing to be done for it. I decided after a while to go
outside and check the block out. I had to endure a bit of paranoia from my
cousin's wife who doesn't even deserve naming as I hated her guts
anyway. And she made nasty coffee. Nonetheless I was out and walking around
the area bored out of my head. The brats came out and were somewhat
fascinated by the cane, the first interest they had taken on me. Then
something magic happened. Mike and his wife showed up with Chris.  When
Chris saw me, he came right up and said hello. I wondered what had happened
and for a moment questioned whether his parents perhaps told him to include
me in or something. As it turned out, my hunch from the night before about
Chris being interested in sex was correct.




Chapter 2

	"So how old are you Chris?" I ask as we sit next to the stairs
leading up to the house.

	"I am ten and a half." He says. I think my jaw dropped.

	"You can't be ten." I state.

	"Yeah, I am serious. I was born on January 20th, 1980." He says
excitedly now that he was sure he had my interest.

	"You sound so much older dude." I say. "I thought you were like my
age or something."

	"I am growing up fast." He says and we both laugh. Just then the
neighbor's mutt came up to us. HE was a friendly sort, don't know the
breed, but just a friendly black dog that everybody in the area loved and
played with.  By a miracle, the brats had found one of their neighborhood
little pals with whom to go away and do what ever brats do for fun when
they are six.  That left me and Chris alone by the stairs talking.  We
talked about school, and he asked me if I went to a school for the
blind. At the time I was about to enter eighth grade and was in regular
school. So I gave him the brief description about how some kids went to the
school for the blind, or regular school and had a special day class, then
when they got older and started to have more skills, they were put I
regular school where from time to time a teacher of the blind would come up
and help out with transcribing materials into Braille, or large print for
those who had more sight.  I told him that we had a room in the school
where the teacher of the blind hung out and where we went when we needed
stuff read or put in Braille from class.

	As we talked, I listened to Chris's voice. It was already changing
as I said, and was in that stage where the first tones of depth come in. So
he spoke almost as if in an octave chord, both child voice, and adult
mixed.  Chris is stroking the dog as we talk.  During a break from our
conversation he surprises me by whispering.

	"His balls feel huge."

	"Huh?" I ask surprised.

	"The dog's balls, they are huge." He replies.  That was the opening
I needed.

	"Mine are bigger man." I say causing him to laugh.

	"No way." He says.

	"Yeah, I am serious."  I say.

	"Show me." He says flatly. This kid is hot.
	I wonder for a moment if he is serious, then decide to risk it all.

	"Okay, where can we go?" I ask.

	"OH shit." He says. "Let me think."

	"I know!" He says excitedly, we are going to go to the beach later
on. There are dressing rooms there, and we can go in together into one."  I
had not thought of that, but he was right.

	"What about the brats?" I ask.

	"We can tell them that I need to help YOU with something." He
says. Not bad for a ten year old.

	"Good idea. But you got to show me yours too." I say.

	"Okay."  He says, then breaks off as the dog suddenly takes off
after something barking.

	"I think he saw a cat." He says.  We both burst out laughing. Jus
then his mom calls.

	"Just a sec." He says and bounds up the stairs.  A moment later I
hear my cousin's stupid wife asking him to bring me up as if I needed
caring up the stairs.  I had to wonder even at my age how a hotel manager
had decided to marry such a dull minded woman who couldn't even take care
of her two brats.  She saw me walking alone already, why couldn't she put
two and two together?

	Just then the dog returns and hits the breaks right up against my
leg, its tale wagging furiously. His hips smacking against my leg.  Despite
my annoyance, I have to smile. I reach out and scratch the him on his rump
just as Chris comes out and calls my name.

	"Come up, she wants you for something."  I bound up the stairs
followed closely by the dog who decides to slip passed me and run into the
house.  Then as I reach the top of the stairs, Chris' hand is reaching out
to take my own. For a moment I debate whether to shrug him off, but then he
gives my hand a squeeze in such a way that I am suddenly unable to pull
away. It is such a weird action. Hard to describe really.  HE reaches for
my hand tentatively, then as he holds it his grasp becomes more confident.
I think that is what made me get over my frustration over my cousin's wife
and I let him lead me into the house.  Even so, he is making it a point of
walking next to me rather than in front of me his shoulder bumping against
my left arm softly from time to time as we walk almost conspiratorially.


	"Just wanted to let you know that we will leave soon." My cousin
says. "Your parents are going to meet us at the beach."

	I nod, and then Chris is urging me out again.
	"Come on, let's go play." He says suddenly very much the
ten-year-old boy. I can't help but smile. It has been a long time since I
had a younger play mate, and I am starting to feel flattered.

	Once out side I ask him what he wants to do.

	"I want to go play somewhere where there is nobody." He says
lowering his voice. I feel a thrill on my stomach as I realize that this
kid is truly horny and I actually have a good chance of doing stuff perhaps
other than just comparing.

	I have to endure one of the brats sitting on my lap. Lucky for me
it is the oldest one who sits still for the most part, just looking out the
window. Poor Chris ended up with the younger one, and the little boy keeps
squirming and being a brat.  I notice as I hold my lap boy that he is
taller and bigger than I thought. He would soon be seven, and was a bit
larger than I would have expected a seven-year-old to be.  Also, he seems
to have warmed up to me some as he tells me about what he and his friend
did the day before, and how he saw a few of the older boys set fire to a
trash can.  Somewhere in the middle of the way I end up getting a hard on
as the kid's warmth stimulates my horny 13-year old libido.  I am starting
to wonder how big the little boy on my lap's dick could get when hard, and
if he would be somehow open to letting me check him out.  As I start to
play hand games with him, something of his own invention, than paper
seizers, rock, I notice that his hands are a bit chubby, and also feel
larger than I would have expected. Soon enough I am picturing those little
hands under the covers playing with his dick moving in a tight little fist,
or just holding his cock in a grip as he rubs it up and down.

	They follow us into the changing area which sort of pisses me
off. We get a changing room all to ourselves. This area has dressing rooms
that are larger than the normal cubby holes, and actually are the size of a
six by eight space. Large enough for four kids to fit in.  Chris helps the
younger kid, while the older one just peals out of his shorts and into his
swim trunks.  Then they are out the door living me and Chris behind.  As
soon as the door closes Chris comes close to me.

	"So, is it hard?" He asks, and before I can answer his hand is
reaching to touch me through my shorts. I have waited to see the brats out
before I undressed, mostly to avoid showing my hard on, but also to wait
for Chris.

	"Oo, I can feel it." Chris says, then takes my hand in his.

	"Look." He whispers and bring my hand to his own shorts. The moment
I feel the tent in his shorts I feel my hands go cold, my mouth dry, and my
own cock gives a huge spasm. I take over and start to fondle this horny
child. There is something magical about the feeling of the oversized tent
in his shorts. Knowing he is ten, and that he is horny enough to spring a
woody like that one makes me hornier than I have ever been before.  I
stroke him through his shorts, but he is already busy working on my belt.
He does not waste time with ceremony, he wants to get to my cock fast. and
in a moment, my shorts drop along with my briefs. His little hand is warm
and goes straight for my cock.

	"Dan, you were right. Your balls are bigger than the dogs." He says
admiringly.  "And you got all of that hair. I barely have a few strands."

	This I have to see. A ten-year-old already growing hair?! No way!
My hands work quickly on his shorts, and I take only a second to feel him
up through his undies, filing the feel of the cloth for later jack off
sessions.  Then my hands are exploring this gorgeous child's body.  His boy
cock is almost as big as mine. It is uncut and erects straight up along his
tummy. It feels only somewhat thinner than mine along the shaft, and I can
feel the head flare inside his foreskin. About four inches long, and sure
enough he has a little sprinkling of hair on either side of it at the base.
It is so erotic to behold. A ten-year-old boy already into puberty, and
advanced enough to have started growing hair. As I feel his little balls,
Chris gives out a little moan, and starts to jack me off slowly.

	"Oh fuck, that feels so good dude!" I exclaim under my breath. By
this time I am so horny that I can go off any second. I let my hands
memorize every last detail of this huge ten-year-old boy godlet realizing
inwardly that I want to suck that cock of his..  Such a prime size hunk of
boy meat must taste delicious, and I want it.  But I don't know if he would
go for it, so I satisfy myself by starting to masturbate him at the same
speed he is doing me. But soon, he is speeding up on me urging me to jack
him harder.  We only have fingers over each other's foreskins, rubbing over
the head of our dicks with three fingers trying to stimulate where it
counts.  I notice his size, he is not quite as tall as me, but comes up to
my chin. That turns me on even more. Oddly enough I want to give him a
kiss, and hesitate. Then he is moving faster on me, and giving out a sweet
sounding boyish moan. It sounds so magical coming from his changing voice
that I respond with a moan of my own.

	"Dude, oh yeah, yeah! Dude!" He cries out and suddenly his
ten-year-old cock jumps in my fingers hard. A violent jet of boy cum issues
forth all over the palm of my hand. Then another, and another, and yet
another. Each squirt punctuated by little Chris' grunt of childish delight.
As he cums like that, bathing my hand with his child cum, I suddenly cum
myself. No fucking way! I am absolutely in awe that at ten he could squirt
so much. Not only that but the feeling of his cock squirting on my hand is
a huge turn on. His little hands never stop moving despite his mind bending
child orgasm. And I groan as I start to squirt fiercely.  I cum and cum and
cum thinking and wishing I could say my thoughts out loud to him. This
beautiful little child of ten is making me feels so good. So cute he is, so
yummy with his huge cock, and his angelic face, and little hands that make
me feel so, so good.  Even as I cum I can still feel his little cock pulse
a few more times even as he seizes to squirt and just dry cums the rest of
the way.  Then I stop jacking him. He has the presence of mind to keep
stroking me for a few more seconds before he detects my discomfort, and
stops.

	"You squirted a lot more than I did." He says, his fingers stroking
and feeling my cock all over. Then I cannot resist. I hug Chris to me
unable to stop.  our cum smears all over each other as he to throws his
arms around me and surprisingly kisses me fully on the lips. A huge and wet
sloppy kiss.

	"Dude, we need to do this again." I say.

	"Yeah, I got an idea. You are staying another day right?" He asks.

	"Yeah, we leave tomorrow I think."

	"Ask if you can sleep at my place tonight." He says, still holding
me.

	"fuck yeah!" I say, eager to get out there and find out if I would
be allowed.  This inspires Chris and we quickly clean up with some toilet
paper that was left there. Before we exit the room I reach for Chris and
fondle him through his swim trunks.

	"You have a cute cock man." I say feeling the little tent starting
to enlarge. For an answer, he turns to me and holds me to him. Then he
presses his crotch to mine and humps against me for a few seconds.

	"Wish we could stay here and do it some more." He says.

	"I know, me too.  But tonight man hopefully." I say and give him a
squeeze. "Lets go.  We been here too long already."

	Back out with the rest of the family we sit under an
umbrella. Somebody has some music playing, and mom has let me have a pina
colada. The sweet tasting drink soothing the nasty heat which surround us.
Yeah, under age drinking and all of that, but in that area people tend to
look the other way unless stuff gets out of hand.  Much to my dismay, Chris
has gotten tagged with watching the brats while I am left with nothing to
do but listen to the music and wait for the rest of the family to get
there.  Chris' dad is elsewhere, so I can't even joke around with him.  I
am starting to wonder if I should just get up and walk to the water when
Chris returns.

	"My aunt is here." He says standing next to my chair. It is obvious
that he feels admiration and affection for me the way he stands there next
to me.  I felt quite flattered and horny suddenly. Having this kid look up
to me like that, and again I feel my stomach do flips thinking of what else
we may get up to if I can get to spend the night with him.

	IT turns out his aunt came along with her boys, Ken seven, and Dean
eight.  The younger one is a bit bratty like my cousin's pair, but the
older is more reserved, and seems to be very close to Chris.  Taking his
role of big brother more seriously than most, he is very polite and
friendly.  Not to mention he sounds quite hot even if he is only eight.  He
comes up to about my chest, and his hands feel warm and soft as we shake.

	They get there just in time to eat. Mom and dad having spend the
night at a hotel had gone to the store, and bought all kinds of yummies for
eating.  We were advised not to go back into the water until a half an hour
after eating. So Chris and I decided to just go to the shore and build a
sand castle.

	I play with Chris and Dean who joins us and work on the sand for a
while. Then I decide I want to take a piss.  Finding it a perfect
opportunity to perhaps play with Chris again I voice my need out loud.

	"I got to go piss guys."

	"Just go in the water." Dean says.

	"Yeah I got to go too actually." Chris says.  "I may need to take a
dump too."  "Lets just go to the restrooms."  Saying so he gets up and dust
himself. I get up and start to follow him.  After about five steps he stops
and again takes my hand like he did back in the house.  Again he gives me
that little squeeze and lets his shoulder bump mine.  Behind us Dean starts
to follow.

	The place is all alone when we get there. Chris unties the string
to his swim trunks and starts to pee ride away at the large tray like
urinal..  I follow his example and soon Dean is doing the same.

	"Cool, you got hair on yours like Chris." Dean says after he is
done urinating.

	"I think he has more than you do Chris."

	"Yeah, he does, but that's because he is 13." Chris answers.

	"I want to get hair on mine to." Dean says.  The conversation is
starting to get me hard. And since Dean sounds interested I push things.

	"I am getting hard." I say to nobody in particular.

	"Look mine is hard already." Says Dean as we finish
urinating. Chris is next to me on my right side, while Dean has parked
himself on the left.

	"Mine too." Chris answers.

	"Mine three." I say eager to reach over and feel Dean's eight year
old cock for the first time.  It must run in the family or something
because Dean's little pee-pee is not little at all. His eight year old boy
meat is about three and a half inches. He is still hairless, but the over
sized uncut boy cock standing straight up almost against his tummy is
yummy.  Dean wastes no time in grabbing my exploring fingers with his
little hands and immediately starts to guide me in jacking his huge cock in
a slow motion.  He gives out a little sigh of joy as I do so.  Next to me I
can hear Chris masturbating, the sweet slap sounds he makes against his
pelvis echo through the otherwise empty bathroom.  But Dean has taken me
all for himself apparently because his little hands adjust my moving
fingers to splay and take up as much space over his hard dick as he can
with my larger hand.  He gives out another oh so childish sounding that my
own cock jumps in sympathy.  It makes me want to reach out and feel him all
over. So I stop jacking him for a second and use both hands to grasp his
cock.  He is uncut so I concentrate using my fingers on the place where the
little head joins the shaft.

	"That feels so good." He whispers.  I wish he would reach out and
grab my cock, but he seems to busy with his guiding of my hands. I got both
hands on his boy cock, and using two fingers of each hand I am jacking him,
his hands around mine, moving me to his need.

	"Does Ken jack off too?" I ask Dean, referring to his seven year
old brother.

	"Yeah, we do it together all the time." Dean answers, then adds:
"He has a huge dick, almost as big as Chris."

	"No way!" I say.

	"Yeah, its big dude, but he is kind of shy though, so we only play
when we are in bed." Says Dean.  I would have loved to have kept
masturbating him to orgasm, but we heard just then the sound of other kids
coming, so we pulled apart. I started to pull my trunks up while Chris and
Dean pretended to urinate when the two boys came in.  They were probably
around Chris' age or so, and ignored us completely.

	Unfortunately our parents conferred and decided that that
particular night would not work, but they offered to let us spend the whole
weekend together if we could wait.  Since my parents were having a ball on
their own they certainly agreed.  That meant that I had to spend four more
days in the house with my cousin and the brats.  That also turned out to be
a very different story. And I would not miss those days if I had to go
through them again for anything.  Because we had stopped in the middle of
our jacking I was sure left horny. We could not do much in the dressing
rooms because our parents were urging us to hurry up. So rushed were they
that I ended up wearing my pants over my mostly dry swim trunks back to the
house.  My cousin had another friend coming over and we needed to be there
to receive them.

	I went to my parent's hotel room where they needed to shower and
get ready to go back to the house.  I had a chance to finally jack off as I
took my shower and I thought about Dean and Chris. I imagined that they
were both in the shower with me and we were touching each other and jacking
off together.  I was jacking Dean with one hand while Chris jacked me. With
my other hand I was stroking Chris.  I came so hard that I literally saw
stars. Yes, I been blind since birth, but my optic nerves do fire up and as
the brain seems to do when sensory depravation is present it improvises
firing up from the stored memories.  Fuck I almost fell over so hard I came
standing on tip toes whacking away furiously my frantic jacking sounds
being covered up by the shower sound. I bet my parents would have heard all
the way out there in their nice suite.

	With my sexual high satisfied I suddenly wanted to have Chris next
to me to just hug him.  Was this love? Was I actually falling in love with
Chris?  OH the teenage emotional turmoil. And it was just starting. I had 6
years to go being a teenager.

Continued in part 2.
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