Date: Thu, 22 Sep 2011 09:39:13 -0700
From: paramoe1954@hushmail.com
Subject: Are You Gay Yet

***This work is complete fiction. None of the characters in this story are
real. The events in this story have never happened. I hope you enjoy
reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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Story Contains (t/b, pedo, mast)

I love ten year old boys. This became clear to me as I grew older and was
less attracted to guys my own age. There's something about their little kid
features that are on the edge of dipping into puberty.

Yes, I do a lot at my church, but only because of the boys there. I am only
sixteen, but I already get trusted to organize you gathering, mainly for
the preteens. This is where I met Dylan. I had jacked off to the image of
many little boys before but when I saw Dylan, my heart knew he was
something special. I had to be in complete control of my dick when Dylan
was around because there was something about his soft brown hair, silky
smooth skin and bright hazel eyes that got me hard, instantly.

I don't know why, but Dylan had a real macho attitude where he was always
boasting about how he was going to get his own car because his grandpa had
left him one in an inheritance. If Dylan wasn't trying to 'one-up' everyone
about the car, then he was talking about kissing a girl or knocking some
one out in a fight. This whole macho thing would be too much to handle, if
I didn't like looking at the boy so damn much.

The nice thing was, Dylan looked up to me, probably because I already had
my own car and was in charge of things. I tried to calm Dylan's need to
trumpet all the time, but it was difficult when there were others around to
impress. I tried to get alone time with Dylan at the church because I knew
that its when the hot little ten year old would drop the tough-guy act and
just be a kid.

I think all of the boys liked me, mostly because I wasn't uptight like all
of the other 'grown-ups' and I would allow closed-door chats about girls
and sex. I loved alone times with the boys that I knew I could trust not to
say anything while I explained what girls looked like when they were naked
and what it felt like to fuck. Of course, I had never even made out with a
girl before but the boys couldn't tell. I loved getting myself all worked
up while I talked about anything sexual and getting to see that they were
all getting hard and trying to hide it.

After months of being over polite and friendly to Dylan's parents, they
finally asked me to babysit. I just about jizzed in my pants when his mom
asked me to sit with her son for one night. Dylan was jumping up and down
with excitement and of course he bragged about it to all of the other boys
at the church.

I showed up at Dylan's house on a Wednesday night at 6:30 and got to sit
and have pizza with Dylan while his mother and father rushed around to get
ready for their important event that night. I had no idea what Dylan's
parents were going to do with their night and I didn't care because there I
was, sitting at the dinner table, getting alone time with my favorite boy.

As Dylan's parents rushed back and forth between rooms, getting ready,
Dylan seemed to be trying to find the right time to whisper something to
me.

Finally, Dylan whispered, "I stole a porno magazine from my dad's dresser,
if you want to look at it."

I smiled at Dylan's excited face. "Nice man!" I waited for Dylan's mom to
walk down the hallway and leaned over to whispered, very quietly to Dylan,
"Have you ever seen a porno movie before?"

Dylan's cute hazel eyes widened and he whispered back, "I saw one where
they showed the girl's tits."

"Oh." I replied, checking the hallway to the dining room to make sure we
were alone. "I have one in the car that we can watch."

Dylan sucked in a quick breath and said, "Serious?"

I shushed my little friend, and added, "Yeah, it shows the girl's tits, her
butt and her whole pussy. It's a real porno."

"Whoa!" Dylan squealed.

I had to shush Dylan again and ask him to calm down because his breathing
was getting shaky. I patted him on the shoulder and told him that we would
have to wait until his parents had been gone for at least fifteen minutes
to make sure that they wouldn't walk in while there was a porno on the tv.

"Does it show all the pussy?" Dylan whispered.

"Yeah." I replied, "The girl is totally naked. There's even guys in it."

"Guys?" Dylan said, with a hesitant expression, "That's gay."

I laughed a little in response, "Dude, when your dick gets hard and you
start rubbing it, it doesn't matter if its guys or girls."

Dylan didn't reply to my comment, but took a bite of his pizza slice
instead. Finally, he shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'll be looking at
the pussy, not the guys."

"You think it's too gay, huh?" I asked.

Dylan nodded his head while looking at his paper plate on the table.

I leaned in a little closer and whispered as quiet as I could, "When you're
rubbing your dick and it feels amazing, like nothing else in the world, I
think we all would do anything or look at anyone. If its a guy or a
girl. We all turn a little bit gay when it feels that good."

Dylan kept silent and kept chewing on his slice.

"Okay," I said, "We don't have to watch the porno, if you don't want to see
the guys."

Dylan remained quiet for a few seconds, before saying, "No, we can watch
it."

"Awesome." I said.

I continued eating pizza while I waited for Dylan's mom and dad to leave
the house. At one point I heard Dylan groan and say under his breath, "Just
leave!"

"I'm excited to watch it too." I said, giving my hardon a little squeeze
under the table.

I listened to all of the last minute instructions while sitting down. I
didn't dare try and stand up with my hardon trying to rip out of my
jeans. Dylan's mom kissed my little buddy on the cheek before they both
finally left. As soon as we heard their car take off down the street, Dylan
was begging me to go and get the porno out of my car. I told Dylan that it
would be okay if he went out and got the DVD from my car, but we would have
to wait for a few before we put it in. Dylan asked why I wasn't going to go
and get it and I slid my chair back to show him that my dick was making a
tent in my shorts.

"I'm excited to watch it." I explained, flexing my boner.

Dylan didn't respond to my hardon, but instead ran out to my old Mazda and
pulled the DVD case from under my seat. I watched the young boy run back to
the house with the adult video hidden under his shirt. As soon as Dylan
stepped back inside, he stopped and examined the case which depicted
several large breasted women in various sexual positions.

"Whoa!" Dylan breathed, while he took in all of the detail on the DVD
case. "This is nasty!"

"What?" I asked, walking to stand next to him. "Don't you like looking at
the naked girls?"

"Yeah." Dylan replied, "But it's a nasty kind of naked." He added with a
wide smile, meaning that nasty meant naughty.

I plopped down on the big couch to flip through some of the channels. Dylan
sat at the other end of the couch, begging to put the porno on the tv, but
I insisted that we wait until it was safe.

"I only want to wait fifteen minutes." I said, lightly nudging the boner in
my shorts. "We can rub our dicks while we wait, if you want."

"Nah." Dylan responded.

I picked up the speed, rubbing the bulge in my shorts faster. I was loving
the feeling and I liked that there was a ten year old boy next to me who
could see it.

"Please!" Dylan begged. "If anyone came home we could hear the car on the
driveway. Please, let's watch it."

"Okay, but you gotta rub your dick, if we watch it." I said.

A smile flashed onto Dylan's face as he jumped off the couch and switched
the DVD player on. I watched Dylan's young and nervous hands fumble the
disc as he set it into the tray and closed it. I switched the input so that
the opening screen for the porno filled the 42 in flat screen.

"Oh man!" Dylan gasped as he saw the repeating video clip of a naked woman
slamming her cunt onto a large cock.

I rubbed my boner very fast and said, "Is this video nasty enough for you?"
Dylan silently nodded his head as he kept his eyes on the screen. I smiled
and pressed the correct button to start the movie. The opening to the movie
was quick and without the bad story and acting that some other porno's
had. The video started with a naked woman on a a bed with her legs spread
as she gently rubbed her vagina. The blond haired woman tilted her head
back and moaned passionately as she pleasured herself.

"It shows real pussy." Dylan breathed.

I laughed a little, knowing that it was Dylan's first time getting a
glimpse of hard core porn. It was hot that Dylan wasn't trying to hide the
fact that he was erect, and it was clearly making a small tent in his
shorts.

"Yeah," I said, "I see you dick is hard, wouldn't it be nice to put your
boner into her pussy?"

"Fuck yeah." Dylan answered. He hadn't quite mastered the art of swearing
and his attempts at sounding macho and vulgar always sounded young and hot.

"You're not rubbing your dick." I said, nodding at the small bulge in
Dylan's shorts.

Dylan kept his eyes on the television, seeing another attractive girl enter
the shot and jump on the bed. When the second girl brought out a silver
vibrator and started massaging it into the other girl, Dylan finally began
squeezing his crotch.

"There you go." I said, "Looks like you're making yourself feel really
good." I sped up on my own dick, watching Dylan the whole time.

A man entered the video and kissed one girl while he jabbed the vibrator in
the cunt of the other girl. Dylan's eyes widened when he saw the size of
the man's erection and I noticed his jaw drop a little.

"That's a big dick huh?" I asked.

"Yeah." Dylan answered.

"Mine isn't that big," I said, squeezing my boner hard. "Only about five
inches."

I saw Dylan glance at my right hand that was strangling my crotch. My
little friend's eyes lingered on me for a bit and I rubbed myself hard and
fast as he watched.

"I'm going to pull my pants down. "I said and then waited to see how Dylan
would respond.

Dylan gasped, "You are?"

"Yep." I replied, unbuttoning my shorts. "Jacking off feels way better when
my dick is out. Pull yours down too." I said the last part as an order
rather than a suggestion.

Dylan's young eyes glanced sideways at me as I slid my shorts and boxers
down to my knees. When I laid back on the couch again I let my dick tower
and twitch its own, for Dylan to see. It was clear that my young friend was
taking extra time to examine my cut dick, which felt as hard as stone.

I grabbed my boner with my right hand and said, "Come on, Dylan, pull em
down and lets jack off."

Dylan directed his eyes back on the porno, but ignored my suggestion to
pull his shorts down. I kept rubbing myself at a moderate speed while
watching Dylan's right hand smothering the crotch of his shorts.

"You know," I said, "It's okay for friends to jack off together."

Dylan didn't respond, keeping his eyes on the television. I let my hand
speed up on my boner and watched my ten year old buddy's legs open and
close repeatedly as he kneaded his hardon against his shorts.

I lifted the hem of my t-shirt, exposing my stomach and hoping to draw my
little friend's attention again. It worked because I saw Dylan's eyes
glancing at my dick again.

"Does it itch?" Dylan asked, with an uneven breath.

I quickly let go of my dick, jutting my hips up and watching my hardon
twitch on its own, from the sudden absence of stimulation.

"Does what itch?" I asked.

"The hair around your dick and balls." Dylan said.

I felt a hot rush surge through my groin, loving that Dylan just said 'your
dick and balls'. I took my dick in my left hand, massaging it slowly as
Dylan waited for an answer.

"Sometimes." I answered, "But most of the time I forget its there."

My heart raced as Dylan put his full attention on my naked pelvis. I put
both of my hands at my sides, letting him get a good look. "You like it?" I
asked.

Dylan shrugged, but didn't take his eyes off of me right away.

"I know that you're don't have any pubic hair yet." I said, grasping my
dick again. "You don't have to be embarrassed, its okay to pull your pants
down."

Dylan stopped rubbing himself, fixing surprised eyes on me. "How do you
know I don't have pubes?" He asked.

"Because you're too young." I said. "But you probably have some really
small hairs that are ready to turn into pubes soon." I added.

"Really?" Dylan asked, looking hopeful and excited.

I smiled at my little friend, scooting closer to him. "Let's have a look."

I watched Dylan hesitantly unbutton his shorts, and zip open the crotch,
letting his tiny hardon poke a tent upward against his white briefs. I
couldn't help but gulp as I watched and waited for the boy to pull down his
undies so that I could get a close look.

"I don't know..." Dylan trailed off, putting his right hand over his
crotch. "Maybe I'll let you see it later, or something." He added.

I sighed deep, trying not to show my frustration. It was hot being so close
to such a young kid who was so turned on, but as Dylan continued to rub his
covered dick, he asked me to scoot to the other end of the couch to give
him some room. I didn't want to move away, but I forced myself to put on a
cooperative face and give him space.

I I kept jacking off as we watched the porno. In my peripheral view I could
see Dylan's skinny legs shaking as his hand worked harder on his young
erection.

I became more animated as I jacked off, wanting to put on a show for my
little friend. I rubbed myself faster and harder, making sure Dylan could
hear the 'fap, fap' as my hand glided on my shaft. Eventually I cast
caution aside and kicked my underwear and shorts all the way off, with my
shoes and socks.

"Whoa." Dylan said, as he glanced at my naked lower half.

I looked directly at Dylan and said, "It feels good to get naked while
jacking off." With that, I removed my shirt so that I was completely
nude. I laid back against the couch and made it obvious that I was no
longer paying attention to the porno, but was focused on the boy next to
me.

"You should get naked too." I grunted between breaths as I worked my dick.

"Nah." Dylan said, keeping his eyes forward and on the television. "Mine
isn't as big as yours."

"I can see that." I said, smiling. "You're still growing. It will be a few
years before you start seeing any growth. But by age fifteen or sixteen
your dick could be as big as your dad's."

Dylan's hand slowed down on his boner and he looked at me, wide eyed with
shock. "That big?" He asked with a slight squeak in his voice.

I smiled, nodding my head in response. "You've seen your Dad's dick?"

Dylan looked at the ground, in thought. "Yeah." He replied, looking at me
again, "But I'm not supposed to tell anyone."

I slowed down on my own dick and sat up a bit more. "That's okay,
Dylan. You and I have a different kind of friendship. We can watch porn and
even get naked together. We can share the deepest of secrets and know that
the other person will never say anything."

Dylan was silent for a few moments, looking at the ground again. Finally my
young buddy sighed and said, "Okay. I know you won't tell."

My heart was beating and I could feel the blood coursing through me. I
waited patiently and slowly massaged my cock.

Dylan began rubbing himself at a slower pace as he tried to come up with
the right words to say. Finally my little friend said, "I think I was six
years old. I wanted some breakfast in the morning and I just went into my
mom and dad's room without knocking. They were having sex, but I didn't
know that's what they were doing. I just thought they were wrestling or
having a tickle fight. My mom saw me there and started yelling for my dad
to stop, but he didn't want to."

My jaw had dropped as I listened to what my ten year old friend was
saying. I worked my dick a little harder, wondering where this boy's story
would go.

"My mom was getting really mad, I guess because she didn't want me to
see. Finally she broke away and ran to the bathroom. That's the first time
I saw a woman naked. I didn't know what had happened and thought that I
could wrestle with dad since my mom didn't want to. I jumped on top of my
dad and tickled him, and saw that he wasn't smiling, and saw that his dick
was hard and big. He got real still and looked like he was holding his
breath. I guess...."

Dylan looked like he wanted to stop telling me his secret. He was blushing
and hesitant to continue. I put on a comforting smile and told him that
whatever he had to say, was okay.

The next words that Dylan uttered, sounded awkward and forced. "....I guess
I was sitting on my dad's dick." He said, pausing for a brief moment, "And
when I moved around...."

I was completely turned on by what Dylan was telling me, but I was more
concerned for him. It was clear that Dylan was having a very hard time
telling the rest of his story.

"It's okay, Dylan." I said. "If you're uncomfortable, then you can stop."

Dylan sat in his spot on the couch, completely still and in thought. The
only sound in the room was the moaning girls on the television and the
rhythmic slapping of flesh as they fucked. I picked up the remote and hit
pause, to give us some quiet.

"It's alright, Dylan." I said, "We can stop all of this and play video
games or something, if you want."

Dylan didn't respond right away, but sat silent, contemplating the
situation.

"I guess when..." Dylan continued, "....when I was moving around on my
dad's dick, it made him start shooting sperms."

"Wow." I said, trying not to show how much his words were getting me
hot. "Well, it was a mistake. It's not like you planned it."

"No." Dylan said, "But my dad got super mad at me and said that, guys
aren't supposed to see each other like that. He said that it was gay and it
was bad."

Dylan shrugged his shoulders and began massaging his hardon through the
tent in his crotch again, keeping his eyes on the still frame on the
television. I picked up the remote and hit 'play', resuming the fucking
sounds and the girly screams. I glanced at Dylan a couple of times,
wondering if he understood that he just told me where his fear of being gay
came from.

"So," I said while looking at the tv again and jacking off. "How big was
it?"

Dylan kept rubbing himself and watching the screen. "Bigger than yours." He
answered. I noticed Dylan's young fingers pick up speed on his dick.
"Bigger than that guy on the t.v." He added.

I rubbed myself even faster, getting a look at the seven inch hardon on the
television that was force-fucking the girl on the bed.

"That's pretty big." I said.

"Yeah." Dylan agreed, finally laying back against the couch as he pleasured
himself.

Dylan was rubbing himself faster and I loved how his legs tensed up and
they jerked slightly as he worked his body. The pained expression on
Dylan's young face was erotic and adult like. I was jacking my hardon fast,
trying to mimic some of my little friend's movements. I was letting out
moans of pleasure as I slid my hand hard on my dick.

Suddenly I saw Dylan stop jacking himself, lift his hips off of the sofa
and pull his shorts and briefs just below his little hardon. I gasped as I
finally got a glimpse of Dylan's small hardon that was cut, like mine, and
couldn't have been any bigger than three inches. He didn't pay any
attention to my staring as he grabbed his erection with his thumb and
forefinger and resumed rubbing.

It was so hot to see my little ten year old cutie getting all worked up
while I sat naked right next to him. I was rubbing fast and moaning louder
now. Finally, I turned my head to Dylan saying, "Remember how I told you
that when you get so hot and turned on that you become gay?"

"Yeah." Dylan said, keeping his eyes on the t.v.

"That's where I'm at right now." I moaned.

"You are?" Dylan asked, glancing at me with wide eyes.

"Yep." I replied. I jacked myself hard and said through gritted teeth, "I'd
do anything with a guy right now."

Dylan didn't respond to my statement, but kept rubbing himself as he
watched the porno.

"This feels fucking awesome." I groaned. "I love getting this horny!" I
scooted myself closer so that I was close to my young friend.

"What are you doing?" Dylan asked.

"I want to see your dick." I said. My arm kept touching Dylan's forearm as
I continued rubbing myself. I felt a jolt of pleasure run through me at the
contact of his skin.

"Why?" Dylan asked.

"Because I'm horny!" I grunted in response. "And I just want to see your
dick. Please?"

Dylan slowed his hand on his little boner and it looked like he wasn't
going to stop, but then he suddenly let go of his solid little cock. I
watched the young little cocklet twitch as it pointed straight up, waiting
to be touched again.

"Wow!" I breathed, leaning a bit closer.

"What?" Dylan asked.

"Your dick is amazing." I moaned as I humped my dick into my fist while I
stared at my little buddy's small erection.

"What? You like it?" Dylan asked, appearing confused with a slight hint of
disgust.

"Yes." I said, breathing harder, "Oh yes, I like it a lot."

I couldn't help myself, I couldn't sit and wait anymore and I had to take
action. I moved my hand over and grabbed hold of the hardest and smoothest
dick I had ever touched.

Dylan gasped loudly, placing both of hid hands on mine. It appeared that he
was about to remove my hand, but he stopped just before doing so. I
listened to Dylan's changed breathing as I squeezed and pulled at the skin
along his hard shaft.

"I'll let go in a bit." I said and then added, "I just want to rub you a
little bit more."

Dylan kept his hands on my rubbing hand as he waited and let me do my
thing. I could feel his little erection flex in my fingers, telling me that
it was feeling good.

I could hear Dylan's breathing become more labored as I moved my hand
faster on his hardon. Eventually his ten year old butt began twitching and
flexing, raising his hips upward against my hand.

"See?" I said quietly, "Feels good, huh?"

Dylan's eyes met mine, briefly and then he rested against the couch
again. He didn't reply or anything, but I noticed his legs open a bit
wider. I heard a deep sigh come from Dylan and felt his hardon flex as I
rubbed him. He was really getting to like my hand on his little cock, and I
watched as his mouth formed into a tight line and his breathing was
labored. Dylan's butt was clenching repeatedly and rapidly as I continued
to pleasure him.

"There you go! Now you're feeling good!" I said, speeding up on his
shaft. "Now I can stop if you want me too. Do you want me to stop?"

The look that Dylan gave me, was like asking if I was crazy. He hurriedly
shook his head of soft brown hair and proceeded to hump his butt off of the
couch even faster.

"Don't stop." Dylan groaned.

"I won't stop." I assured him as I kept up the speed on jacking his young
dick. I leaned in closer, getting real close to Dylan and whispered, "Are
you gay yet?"

The fast and hard fucking against my grip told me that he would do anything
with me, even though I'm a guy. However, Dylan didn't reply to my question,
but kept silent except for the random moans that escaped with every thrust.

I loved everything that Dylan's young body was doing to keep the good
feeling going. I was breathing hard as well and I got close to my little
friend's ear and said, "I want to see your balls."

I slowed down briefly on Dylan's little dick as I grabbed at the waistband
of his shorts and briefs and pulled them down his legs. There was no
objection from Dylan, who scraped his shoes together to kick them off,
followed by flinging his shorts and undies onto the carpet. I lightly
slapped both of his inner thighs to spread his legs and I quickly cupped
his soft balls in my hand. I continued to slowly pump Dylan's hardon with
my other hand and brought my face closer to his to keep hearing his uneven
breathing.

"Do you like where I'm touching you?" I breathed against his cheek.

Dylan didn't say anything, but he opened his legs wider and gyrated his
hips. I gripped his young erection tighter and rubbed him so fast that it
was shaking his whole body. I felt every muscle in Dylan's little ten year
old pelvis tense in response to the fast stimulation. He gritted his teeth
and let out a deep growl of ecstasy.

"Are you gay yet?" I whispered into his ear.

Dylan's eyes met mine briefly, but he waited a moment before quickly
nodding his head and groaning the word, "Yes."

I breathed heavy against Dylan's ear, saying, "That's awesome! Who do you
want to touch you?" I listened to his uneven breathing, waiting for a
response, but he was moaning and deep into ecstasy.

I slowed my hand down on his dick, saying, "What about your Dad? Did you
like how big his dick was when you were little?"

"Yeah." Dylan replied, between breaths.

"If he was here, right now, would you touch him?" I asked.

Dylan placed his hand on my rubbing hand and tilted his head back slightly,
before hesitantly nodding his head. "Don't tell anyone." Dylan whispered.

"I won't tell anyone. Its our secret." I replied.

"Okay," Dylan breathed, "because my dad doesn't want people to know what he
did."

My dick twitched and I heard my heart pounding as I blurted out, "What did
he do?"

Dylan was still moving his hips all over the place while I pleasured
him. He was making little whimpering and moaning noises with that cute
young voice of his. Finally he explained, "I told you when I was little how
he cummed when I sat on his dick."

"Yes." I said, waiting and hoping that there was more.

"But I didn't just sit on his dick." Dylan said, closing his legs gently on
my hand that cradled his ball sack. "I started to tickle his dick," Dylan
added, "because I thought it would make him laugh, but..."

I let out a shaky breath against Dylan's ear, saying, "But you made him
cum, instead."

Dylan's hand squeezed mine, and guided my hand to move faster. I complied
with what my little boy wanted as I listened to his hot confession.

"He held onto my hands," Dylan continued, "and moved them around so that I
was rubbing his dick. His face was turning all read and he looked like he
might be mad and then I felt the sperm pushing out of his dick. It splashed
on his chest and stomach and I was trying to squeeze it like he wanted me
to."

"You made your daddy cum!" I almost growled into Dylan's ear. "You made him
feel good. Did you like it?"

"Yeah." Dylan replied, nodding his head.

"Do you think about it when you rub yourself?" I breathed against him.

"Sometimes I do." He responded, between breaths.

Next Dylan did something that I didn't expect. I felt one of his hands grip
my hardon and start rubbing. Although my cock was covered in streams of
precum, he still kept rubbing me. I gasped and scooted so that our hips
were touching while we jacked each other off.

"You can't tell anyone what I did with you." Dylan reminded me.

I laid back on the couch and humped my dick into his hand. "I promise. You
can say as many naughty things as you like with me, and I'll never tell
anyone."

Nothing was said for a bit, and the only sound was our breathing, the
fucking sounds from the video and our hands sliding on each other's cocks.

Finally, Dylan said, with a very shaky voice, "One time Thomas stayed over
night, and we rubbed each other's dicks under a blanket." Dylan said,
picking up the speed on my dick. "We were in the living room watching a
movie with my mom and dad."

"Wow!" I exclaimed, rubbing him harder and faster. "That's cool."

"And then," Dylan continued, "We humped a pillow together."

"What do you mean?" I asked, tensing my leg muscles and keeping my ass
raised off the couch, while Dylan jacked me.

"We put a pillow between us and humped it." Dylan said. It looked like
every muscle on Dylan's body was flexed and I knew that it wouldn't be long
before he came.

"That's amazing!" I groaned.

"What are your naughty things?" Dylan moaned.

"I don't just like girls." I said, "I've liked guys all this time."

"You do?" Dylan asked.

"Yeah." I said, "Are you okay with that?"

Dylan nodded his head to say 'yes' and then he asked, "You like me, huh?"

I paused, not sure what to say, but I kept my pace on his dick. Finally I
said, "Yes, I like you."

Even after what I had just told him, he still pulled on my dick. I watched
Dylan's slender legs strain and shake a little, raising up. Dylan's head
tilted back more and his eyes were half shut.

"What else?" Dylan moaned.

"Are you gonna cum?" I asked, feeling his tiny rod turn into a solid pole.

"Yeah!" Dylan said with a rushed squeak.

I turned toward him again, getting a better grip on his dick and rubbed at
a steady speed. I whispered to him in an erotic growl, "If your dad was
here right now, I would hold your hands on his dick so you could feel the
sperm pumping out of him."

Suddenly, Dylan's whole body strained and shook the couch with a hard
shudder. Dylan quickly slapped both of his hands onto my pumping hand,
trying to make me go slower against the jolts of his orgasm. Dylan's pained
face looked at me as I spoke to him and he let out loud whimpers with every
wave that shook his body against me.

"You could hump against your dad like he was a pillow." I said, as I felt
Dylan's prepubescent hardon attempt to pump out cum that he didn't
have. "You could hump him hard and he wouldn't get mad."

Dylan's legs were raised and bent, pulled up toward his abdomen. The boy's
whole body twitched and convulsed with every dry spurt from his dick.

"You could make your daddy feel good again." I said.

His whole body flinched in my grip at longer intervals, and with each
twitch, he let out a little whimper.  Dylan grabbed my hand tighter, making
me rub him much slower. I could feel the muscles in his young body, loosen,
one by one as he slowly laid back against the couch. He was taking deeper
breaths and he looked more lucid.

"Wouldn't that be fun to do, with your dad?" I asked, hoping that Dylan
still felt the same now that his climax was over.

I smiled when I saw Dylan slowly nod his head, saying, "Yeah." He was
catching his breath for a few seconds and then he added, "But please don't
tell anyone."

"I promise not to tell anyone." I said, as I ran my fingers through the
damp sweat in Dylan's hair. "We can talk about dirty things like that more
often, and it will always be a secret."

I had removed my hand from Dylan's little twitching dick and sat back to
rub my own dick. I was moving my hand at a very fast pace, all the while
looking at the beautiful softness of Dylan's body.

"You said that you liked me." Dylan said.

I jacked myself harder. "Yeah, I did." I replied.

"But I'm a kid." Dylan added.

"I know." I said, keeping my focus on my dick.

"Do you like Thomas too?" Dylan asked, carefully.

I was feeling pretty good, with one hand on my balls and the other flying
on my cock. "I would hump Thomas like a pillow." I groaned.

I heard a gasp from Dylan. "Wow," He breathed, "Would you hump my dad?"

"Yes!" I growled, removing one hand from my balls and moving to to massage
Dylan's soft thighs.

"Dylan?" I asked.

"Yeah." He said.

"Can I hump you right now?" I asked, working my fingers on his skin.

"Like...how would you do it?" Dylan asked.

I couldn't take it, I had to do something before my dick exploded. Next
thing I knew I was straddling Dylan's smooth stomach, grinding my hardon
against his belly button.

"Is this okay?" I moaned as I humped gently against him.

I didn't give Dylan a chance to respond as I leaned forward and began
kissing the soft silky skin of his neck. I was kissing him and sliding my
tongue against his neck at a very fast pace.

"Whoa!" Dylan yelped.

"I'm sorry." I said against the skin of his neck. "If you want me to stop,
I really will stop.."

Dylan was quiet and I was hoping that I wasn't scaring the fuck out of
him. As I sucked at his neck, he tilted his head, giving me more neck to
suck on.

"It's okay." Dylan said, so quietly that I almost didn't hear it.

"I love your skin!" I breathed against him. My pelvis was gyrating and
mashing against the softest skin in the world and I was getting close to
exploding.

Dylan's breathing had picked up against my exploring lips and I felt one of
his hands lightly hold the back of my head. I felt Dylan's other hand rest
on my hip.

"You're so fucking cute!" I said, kissing his chin and moving my hands up
to hold his cheeks. "So beautiful." I let my lips rest against his lips,
tasting him and hearing a quiet hum from his mouth. I sucked on his lips
for a few brief moments and then I whispered, "I'm gonna cum."

"No!" Dylan said, making me sit back a bit.

"What's wrong?" I asked, unsure if I could hold the orgasm back.

"Not yet," Dylan said, in a strained voice, "I want to feel it, and see
it."

"Hurry!" I urged him with relief and delight. I sat back a bit more,
feeling Dylan's boner poking into the under side of my balls. I grabbed
both of Dylan's soft, young hands and wrapped them around my dick, feeling
my orgasm ignite with his touch. This was the beginning of an orgasm like I
had never had before, because I wasn't in control of anything. My body
tensed on its own, making me a rigid statue that was hunched forward. My
dick laid on Dylan's stomach which moved with his uneven breathing. I felt
my face distort into a strained expression as I moaned, "Here it comes!"

I watched Dylan's wide and excited eyes on my dick as he stroked it,
waiting for my 'sperms' to come out. Just when I didn't think my body could
flex any tighter, felt the warm, tickling rush of my cum releasing. The
first hot white jet shot out and hit Dylan on the neck, where I had been
kissing him. The second jet streamed across Dylan's soft chest, splashing
along the way. My body shook with every pump and Dylan seemed fascinated by
it. My third shot of cum landed in a splash puddle at the center of Dylan's
chest, centered between his pink boy nipples.

"I can feel it pumping out of you." Dylan said, wearing a half smile.

My remaining shots of cum went out in shorter white lines that landed in a
pool in Dylan's innie of a belly button.

I let Dylan's hands stay on my dick as I started breathing normal
again. "Was it like when you made your dad cum a long time ago?" I asked.

"Yeah." Dylan said, letting his fingers move to trace through my streams of
cum.

"You really liked touching your Dad's dick huh?" I asked, studying the boy
under me.

An expression of shame came over Dylan and he looked away. I reached my
hands out and held his cheeks again, saying, "Its okay to like that."

Dylan was hesitant in his response, "But it's dirty to like it. Cause he's
my dad."

"If it makes you feel good, then you can like it." I smiled down at him,
"Its okay to tell me all your dirty things that you like, and we can feel
good together. Okay?"

"Okay." Dylan said, "But there's a lot of dirty things." He looked bashful
in his confession.

"I want to hear all of them." I said, feeling my cock twitch.


-End


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