Date: Sun, 22 Nov 2020 19:33:17 +0000 From: monoman30 Subject: An Early Start part 2 (Gay/Young Friends) Don't forget to donate to Nifty! A week or so later I found out that somehow, despite being a normal ten year old boy in America, Lyle had never seen Star Wars. This blew my mind, so we decided to watch the original trilogy back to back. After breakfast I grabbed the movies and we marched upstairs to my room and settled in. I have a bunk bed. I don't know why my family got it since I had my own room. Anyway the bottom bunk is a futon, which I folded open for myself and Lyle while my sister took the top bunk. I started the first movie and gave Lyle a blanket and we settled in to watch. A few minutes in Lyle was already getting restless. I kept quietly reprimanding him to get him to settle down. After a moment of quiet, Lyle adjusted the blanket, then lifted it. His pajamas were pulled down and he showed me his dick, which was already hard. I hadn't done anything with Lyle since that first time, and I was perfectly content with that. He'd already provided me with enough memories to last a lifetime, and I was jacking off several times a day thinking back to that incredible night. I got instantly hard at the sight of his dick, of course. And it was daytime, so I got a much more detailed view. But this was not a good time. I gave him a grossed out face and pulled the blanket over him, and he chuckled quietly. I was trying to be responsible. Besides, my sister was on the top bunk. She couldn't see us without maneuvering over the side rail and hanging over it, and she's not the most coordinated individual, but still. A minute went by, and Lyle flashed me his dick again. I covered it, giving him a look of exasperation. We hadn't even gotten to a lightsaber scene yet and he was already showing me his. He turned on his side. A minute later the blanket came up, showing me the bare curve of his butt. I stared at it longingly for a moment, then pulled his PJs up. "Lyle, stop!" I whispered. He sighed and rolled onto his back again. I reached my hand into my crotch and gently rubbed my aching hard on, playing the images of what he had just shown me through my mind. I felt like I was already close to cumming. Lyle pulled the blanket down again, showing me his boner. He shook it from side to side, tauntingly. My resolve melted. "Fine!" I whispered, and tossed the blanket over my head. There it was, in the light of morning, small and hard and enticing. Was there anything more beautiful than a boy's penis? I could just make out the shape of the small head underneath his foreskin. I sucked on it briefly, a moment of heaven, then pulled away and went back to the movie. I'd gotten a taste, that was all I needed. I was good. He flashed me his dick again. "No," I whispered, and pulled the blanket down. Lyle pouted and turned away, and I resumed gently rubbing myself, savoring the taste of his dick on my lips. A few minutes later Lyle looked at me over his shoulder. Then the blanket started creeping up again, slowly revealing his butt. Oh, you little devil. He reached back and rubbed his hand up his crack. No. I won't do it. I'm good. He pushed his butt out and pulled one cheek up invitingly. I put my hand into the warm crevice. God I loved his little ass. I was so turned on. My barriers crumbled. I quietly scooted down and took over holding his cheek up. I saw his hole for the first time, just a small slit nestled between his white cheeks. I wasn't sure how clean he would be, but I couldn't resist, and I laid my mouth over that hole, felt it with my tongue, and pushed inside. I don't know if he somehow anticipated this happening or if he was just unusually hygienic for his age, but everything was clean. I pushed the tip of my tongue in and out of that tight hole a couple of times, then looked at it and gave it a small, soft kiss before going back to the movie in a daze. I continued secretly fondling myself, feeling like I was going to explode. I was about to go satisfy myself in the restroom when he flashed me his dick again. Okay, one more time. I went under the blanket and sucked that little hardness. It was a warm morning and his crotch had a very faint dampness to it. His skin had that wonderful boy smell, like fresh baked bread. I stared at the smooth skin above his dick while I sucked on him. There would be a patch of pubic hair there someday, but it was smooth and clean right now. I took his dick out of my mouth and kissed that smooth skin. I kissed the side of his groin, the crease where it meets his leg, and Lyle pushed his bottoms down further. I took over and pulled them down to his ankles under the blanket, then he spread his knees slightly, and I sucked and licked all the smooth skin of his crotch while his little dick pulsed in front of my face. My sister asked some asinine question like she always does when we're watching a movie, scaring the shit out of me. I pulled out of the blanket in a panic as my mind pieced together what she'd said. I answered, my heart racing. This was a terrible time to be doing this. I covered Lyle with the blanket again, and he turned to watch the movie. Then I felt his hand on mine. He pulled it under the blanket to his crotch. Oh fuck. How could I resist him? I fondled his dick. I spent long minutes feeling it, squeezing it, rolling it between my fingers. The more I played with it, the more I wanted to suck it again. Lyle was completely zoned out. His face was pointed to the TV but his eyes were glazed, his thick lips parted, as I fondled between his legs. I couldn't help myself. I couldn't resist. I went back under the blanket. I sucked him hard. I sucked him until my mouth hurt. I frustratedly had to stop to occasionally address my chatty sister, but I stayed under the blanket. Lyle put his hands on the back of my head and pushed me down until his dick had disappeared completely into my mouth. Oh, fuck yes. I sucked him even more. I worked my tongue against him. I wanted to get him off. More than anything I'd ever wanted in my life I wanted to feel this boy's dick start pulsing in my mouth with his orgasm. His first ever orgasm. I sucked and sucked and then Lyle pushed my head away. I tried to go back in but he moved his hips away as soon as my tongue touched it. Was this it? Was he getting off? I watched his dick, hard as a nail and gently pulsing, but not throbbing with climax. He hadn't understood what was happening, and with my sister in the room I couldn't soothe him. This seemed like a good stopping point. I came back up and tried to act natural, tried to push away my raging horniness, tried to get into the movie. And then that blanket creeped up and he showed me his ass again. For the entirety of A New Hope and well into Empire Strikes Back, I ate that boy like a buffet. If I stopped sucking his dick, he'd flash me his ass. If I stopped tonguing his hole, he flashed me his dick. I sucked that hard little dick so much the roof of my mouth started to hurt. At one point I got his dick and that warm scrotal mound in my mouth at the same time, my lips completely enclosing his smooth groin, and sucked on everything. I kissed his smooth hips, his thighs, his tummy. I even kissed his little belly button. I touched everything. Everything. I licked and kissed and sucked and ate every inch of that boy's midsection. Again and again. He never let me stop. And I never wanted to. I was a wreck. The bodies of fourteen year old boys weren't designed to handle this level of sexual indulgence. Certainly not for so long. My skin was feverish. My mind was completely incapable of rational thought. My hair was getting sweaty from being under that warm blanket for so long, and my breathing was shallow and ragged. My nerves were completely shot from the lingering anxiety of having my sister on the top bunk during all of this, her occasional laughs or comments making my heart skip a beat every single time. I couldn't bob my head like a normal blowjob because I had to be discreet, so all my stimulation on his dick came from sucking, and I was getting these soft, sensitive lumps on the roof of my mouth from all the suction. My lips were dry. My dick literally HURT. I had to stop, but every time I tried he'd flash me some naked part of his body, practically begging me to taste him again. Just one more time. How do you stop tasting a ten year old boy's naked body? How much is it enough? Eventually I worked up the willpower to go to the bathroom. I staggered to the toilet and dropped my underwear and closed my eyes and just let it hang out, bobbing with sweet, aching throbs in the cool air, a thick dollop of precum dripping out. I ran the tip of my finger through the shimmery line of fluid hanging from the tip and traced slow circles under the head, my mouth still rich with the taste of his naked young skin. With just a couple slow circles I felt myself go over the edge, and let go of my dick and for the first time I let my orgasm happen without even touching it. It kicked up in the air and a small amount of cum dripped out, then it hung there, as if it wasn't going to go all the way. I reached down to grab it again but then it started to happen and I stopped. My dick bobbed again as it tossed a thick, hot arc of sperm into the air, then again, and I enclosed my shaft and worked it through the rest of my orgasm, my knees partly buckling again from the maddeningly powerful release. All the energy left in my ruined body went into shooting that cum out of me in thick pulses. Exhausted, I rested my forehead against the soft folded cloth on the towel rack, catching my breath. Finally feeling almost normal again I squeezed the last of the cum out of my rubbery teenage penis and went back to my bedroom. As soon as I laid down Lyle flashed me his boner with a grin. I was so drained I wasn't even tempted, and I pulled his PJs back up. He showed me his bare ass. "Stop," I whispered. "No more." He flashed me his dick again. "Lyle, stop," I said in my serious tone, and I pulled his PJs up again. Lyle huffed and turned away from me, finally giving up. Lyle was struggling with math, and he was too abrasive for my family to deal with, so I was helping him with his math homework. I was reviewing the problems when he called my name in that mischievous way. I looked up, and there's his dick, hard and poking out of his fly. "Lyle, stop being gross," I told him as my own dick throbbed in my jeans. He started wiggling it and giggling. "Come on, Lyle." He put it away, and I resumed my checking. "Hey, you missed this one," I said, and realized I was talking to his bare butt. "Okay, fine! But if I do it will you let me finish?" "Hee hee hee, maybe!" I walked on my knees over to his butt and made out with his warm hole for a minute, my hands squeezing those smooth little cheeks. He turned around and pointed his dick at my face, and I was helpless to resist. I sucked his little boner, my hands on his bare waist. Hardly a day went by that I wasn't sucking Lyle's dick or eating out his ass or both. Usually both. I could hardly concentrate at school, knowing I had a willing and eager ten year old boy just waiting for the next opportunity to stick his dick in my mouth. Sometimes I was strong. I'd jack off as soon as I got home, and a couple times throughout the evening for good measure, so I could have the willpower to resist him. But it wasn't often. And the beautiful thing was, I'd never initiated anything besides daring him to flash himself at the glass window that time. Not once. I had nothing to feel guilty about because everything came from him. Lyle was naked on the floor of my bedroom. I'd kissed and licked my way down his torso and was now sucking his dick. I wetted my finger and pushed the tip of it into his ass. It wasn't the first time I'd done it. "Lick my butt some more," Lyle asked. "Okay. Turn over." He rolled over and lifted his butt in the air and I licked his crack, then kissed his little hole. I pushed my tongue in and out a few times, then pushed the tip of my finger in him again. "Buttfuck me," Lyle said. Whoa. I didn't even know he knew that word. He'd never said it before. "What?" I asked. "You want me... to buttfuck you?" "Yes." God I wanted to. I wanted to fuck him more than anything. But I couldn't. "It won't fit. I can't even get more than one finger in your butt." And I'd tried, several times, and my dick was much bigger than two fingers. Also, I knew I wouldn't be able to get more than an inch past that tight entrance without cumming buckets into him. Besides, I still hadn't shown him my cock. I'd let him eat my ass a couple of times as a compromise, and he was surprisingly enthusiastic at it. I was hoping one day to let him fuck me. I'm not a bottom, but the idea of getting fucked by a little boy held a certain appeal. Anyway I now knew for a fact that he didn't know about circumcisions. One day he'd asked me if I had to pull back the little hat when I pee. It took me a second to realize he was talking about his foreskin. I don't know why he thought of it as a "hat." I told him I didn't, and didn't elaborate further. Maybe I should've. But we still had time. I was looking forward to glorious years ahead, helping my little buddy through his development. I was going to guide him through his first orgasm. I was going to teach him about circumcisions and show him my dick and give him an evening to get used to it. I was going to cum for him, and let him taste it, and maybe he'd learn to swallow it some day. I was going to get his ass ready for my dick and pump countless loads into him. I was going to teach him how to kiss, and spend long evenings gently making love to him, as his balls descended and his pubic hair grew in and he started shooting cum. "Try it again," he asked. I pushed a finger in and fingered him a little, then slid a second one slowly in. It was very tight, but he didn't complain this time. I slowly moved my fingers inside him, trying to loosen him up. "Okay, ready?" I asked. I got up on my knees and scooted up to his butt, then I pulled my underwear down. It was the first time I'd taken my cock out near him. Fortunately he was on all fours so he couldn't see that I was cut and start asking awkward questions. I laid it against his crack, just to enjoy the visual of my big, hard dick against his small butt. "Is that your dick?" he asked. "Yup." I think he was starting to get the idea that this wasn't going to work. To him it must have felt as big as my forearm. I wiped some saliva on the head, then bent down to lick some extra saliva onto his hole. I lined it up, and gently pushed. I think his hole opened just a little, but it was still super tight. And I was about to cum already. So I pulled away. "You're not even gonna try?" he asked. "I did try. It's not going to go in." "You barely even tried." "Okay, fine." I pushed against his hole and gradually applied pressure. He pushed his hips back against me, and then he yelped. "See?" He rubbed his hole with his fingers. "Ow!" "Told you! It's not gonna go in." I put my dick away. "I gotta go pee real quick." I went to the bathroom and saw in my mind's eye the head of my cock pressing against his little hole, and the load that should've gone into him blasted into my palm in warm jets. I went back into my bedroom, and Lyle stuck his butt in the air again. "Go slower this time," he asked. "It's not gonna go in, Lyle." "Fine." He stood up and walked up to me, pointing his hard dick at me, waiting for me to suck on it. "I'm tired, Lyle. I'm going to go to bed." "You're always tired!" Lyle complained. "How come you always go to the bathroom and then you come back and you don't want to do anything anymore?" Was I that obvious? I suppose I was, now that I thought about it. "Because it's late! Come on Lyle, let's go to bed." "Fine," he pouted, putting his pajamas back on. I did feel kind of bad. I'd spend hours stimulating the poor kid as much as I could, only to get myself off and leave him hanging. But I couldn't get him off. Lord knows I tried. I'd sucked his dick like a champion. I'd even made a small, wet ring with my fingers and tried jacking him, telling him that it would make him feel good. But it was no use. The closest I ever got was that one time when he pushed my face away when I was blowing him on the futon, if that's even what was happening. But we still had plenty of time. We'd get him there. At least that's what I thought at the time, but it wasn't meant to be. The more comfortable he got, the more disruptive he became. He would get into screaming matches with my family. He had behavior problems at school. The only time he was calm was around me, which is what had afforded us so much time together. Then he got caught stealing from a neighbor's house. It didn't make any sense, we were an upper middle class family, he wanted for nothing. He was punished and the items were returned. Then he did it again. And again. Police got involved. Lyle was going back into the system. He cried, and I consoled him. I tried giving him advice about his behavior, hoping he would at least listen to me. Then he was gone. I never saw him again. We got a letter from him a month or so later. Then another at Christmas. And that was it. So my later teenage years had far less eager naked boy than I'd thought they would, but he'd left me with a lifetime of memories. Even now, nothing gets me off like my memories of Lyle laying naked on the carpet of my bedroom floor, begging me to taste him. Needless to say, to this day the iconic Star Wars soundtrack has a special meaning for me. I hope it does for him, too. Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. You can email me at monoman30@protonmail.com