Date: Sun, 21 Feb 2021 19:42:24 +0000
From: monoman30 <monoman30@protonmail.com>
Subject: Doing A Favor (Gay/Young Friends)

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Doing A Favor

"Hi Colin!" Nikki greeted, smiling sweetly as she opened my bedroom
door.

"What do you want?"

"Whatcha doing?"

"What do you want, Nikki?"

"Nothing! What, can't I just say hi to my favorite brother?"

"Right." I continued playing my game, waiting for the inevitable.

"So, hey! What are you doing tonight?"

"Here we go."

"Have I told you how much I love you?"

"What do you want, Nikki?"

"Well, since you asked, you know how I'm going to that concert tonight
with Desiree?"

"No."

"Yes you do! I've been waiting for this for months! Well now Desiree's
mom says she can't go because there's no one to watch her brother."

"So?"

"So..." she said, sweet as honey. "I was thinking... maybe you could
watch him?" She at least had the decency to wince at the end of the
question, knowing how big an ask it was for her big brother to give up a
Saturday night to babysit her friend's little brother so they could go
to some stupid Christian rock concert.

"You're not serious, right?"

"Aw, come on! All you're going to do is sit here and play video games
all night anyway!"

"Get out, Nikki."

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry! Please? You remember him, right? When we went
to Desiree's house?"

"Yeah."

"Come on, Colin! Ple-hee-heease! I'll owe you forever!"

I sighed dramatically. "FINE."

"Really? Are you being serious?"

"I said I'd do it."

Nikki squealed and rushed up and put her arms around me as best she could
as I ignored her and kept playing my game.

"You're the best brother!"

"Great. Now get off me before I change my mind."

"Sorry, sorry." Nikki slowly backed away, holding her hands up
diplomatically.

"When is this going down?"

"Desiree's mom is going to pick us up at six."

"Alright. I'll be ready at six."

"Oh my God thank you, thank you!" Nikki said as she closed my bedroom
door.

She was probably shocked by my acquiescence. I hoped I came across as
suitably gruff, because honestly I was kind of stoked. I paused my game
and sat for a moment, thinking about tonight.

I'd met Desiree's brother, oh, maybe a year ago. Derrin, that was his
name. I'd ended up at Desiree's house for some kind of
parents-hanging-out thing, and me, Nikki, Desiree, and her little brother
Derrin mostly hung out in the front while the parents did their thing
inside. Derrin had just gotten a skateboard and was using it in the
driveway, and I kind of hung out with him while Nikki and Desiree
entertained each other on the porch steps. I am definitely not the
skateboarding type, but Derrin was infectious and talked me into trying
it out, and I actually wasn't too bad at it, though I may have been
applying myself more than I normally would to impress him.

Okay, so one thing you should know about me is, I'm gay. I came out as
bi last year because I had a crush on this boy at school who was openly
gay and I had this whole idea that if I came out as bi then he would know
that I was on the market and somehow magically he would fall in love with
me. Didn't happen. I didn't quite have the balls to come out as full-on
gay, and who knows, maybe that would have made a difference, but anyway,
everyone knows I like boys, which probably wasn't much of a surprise,
honestly. I'm not exactly the poster child of masculinity. Anyway, even
though Derrin was skateboarding, which is a pretty "straight"
past-time, he also seemed a little... you know, light on his feet, if you
know what I mean. So that caught my attention. The other thing that
caught my attention was how goddamned cute he was. I'm not sure about
his age, he looked to be about 10 or 11, and small for his age even so.
But he just had the sweetest, cutest face! I know it sounds weird but the
thought had come to my mind that he would be perfect as one of Santa's
little elves, with his almond shaped blue eyes and blond hair, his cute
little nose and perfect lips and dimples and doll-like skin. He had the
sweetest high-pitched voice and the cutest little laugh, and his eyes
squeezed into adorable slits when he smiled. He was like a walking anime
character, and I thought to myself, this kid is going to get some serious
ass if he keeps his looks as he grows up. I was 13 at the time, so
technically not much older, but it's also a world of difference at that
age, so as much as I wanted to get to know him better I couldn't show
too much interest in him.

We only hung out for a few hours, but he stayed in my mind (and my
fantasies, honestly) for much longer. Even now I think of him once in a
while, the way you occasionally have a fleeting encounter with a boy so
perfect they just stay with you. Or maybe that's just me. I never
expected to see him again, and now, out of the blue, not only was I going
to see him, I was going to watch him at his house alone? It seemed too
good to be true.

I spent entirely too much time stressing out in front of my mirror. I
didn't want to look too gay, but I didn't want to look too straight
either (yeah, like that could ever happen). Nothing I could do about my
blue air, but at least I hadn't painted my fingernails recently. I
settled on a Ramones t-shirt and a favorite faded denim jacket. Cool.
Edgy. More punk-rock than fairy.

Then Desiree and her mom showed up and I had to tune out the blistering
girl chatter. At least I got to sit in the front seat so I wasn't right
next to it. We got to the house and I followed the girls to the sitting
room, where I took over a very comfy recliner as Nikki sat by the
fireplace and Desiree folded her legs up on the couch. I liked Desiree,
actually. She was naturally cool and mature in her own Christian way, and
I think Nikki looked up to her. Not too bad a role model, I guess. I
engaged with them occasionally, but mostly maintained my older,
disciplined aloofness, wondering where Derrin was but not wanting to ask.
I paid more attention to their conversation when his name came up.

"... when Derrin was grounded for almost a month," Desiree was saying.

"A month?" Nikki asked. "For what?"

"Oh, you won't believe this. The little perv was taking pictures and
videos of himself naked with his phone!"

"Seriously?" Nikki laughed.

"Yeah. A phone that we're not allowed to password protect and that he
KNOWS Mom checks, the little idiot!"

"Wow."

Wow indeed. My perfect little angel was taking naked pictures of
himself?

"He says they're for his girlfriend."

"He has a girlfriend?"

"Pshh, yeah right, he wishes!"

"I do so have a girlfriend!" came a boy's voice from the other room.
"I'm talking to her right now!"

"Oh yeah?" Desiree called back.

"Yeah!"

Derrin walked into the room with a cellphone to his ear. I hadn't seen
him in over a year, and the changes were a bit striking. He was slightly
taller, but not much, and still blond. He still had those beautiful blue,
almond shaped eyes and elfin features and flawless skin, which was easy
to see because he was only wearing grey sweatpants slung low on his hips,
trimmed with red plaid boxers.

"I'm just talking to my stupid sister," he said into the phone.

"Oh, so that's your girlfriend, huh?" Desiree teased. "Why don't you
let me talk to her then?"

"Yeah, right! I'm not going to let you talk to her!"

"Why not?"

"Cause I'm not stupid that's why!" Derrin stormed away. "So, yeah,
that's just my lame sister..." he said a little too loudly into the phone
as he walked off. I didn't know enough to have an opinion on whether his
girlfriend was real or not, but his performance certainly wasn't very
convincing.

"He's totally faking!" Desiree laughed quietly.

"Oh yeah, totally," Nikki agreed.

The girls resumed their chatting and I pretended to busy myself with my
phone as I turned over this information. Derrin had kind of caught me off
guard. I remembered a sweet, polite, somewhat effeminate boy. He seemed...
louder. More aggressive. The set of his shoulders, the way he strutted
confidently with no shirt on, his sweatpants and boxers slung low around
his hips, he looked like a frat boy in the making. The kind of person
who, if he were my age, wouldn't notice the existence of a quiet,
blue-haired, half-closeted homosexual like me.

I don't really know what I expected, but I guess I'd sort of imagined
that he would see me and go "Hi Colin!" and hug me like a big brother,
and we'd spend a sweet, quiet evening playing board games or building a
puzzle together, or maybe he'd show me his creations in Minecraft or
something. It felt like the power dynamic had somehow shifted.

Derrin made a couple more appearances, sniping back and forth with
Desiree as he got something from the kitchen or sat at the dining table
in the adjacent room, talking loudly to his "girlfriend," who by now I
was pretty confident was vaporware.

Finally their mom came down and the females buzzed around giddily for a
moment, before she addressed me as if she'd suddenly remembered I was
there, giving me a quick rundown of things and telling me they'd be back
by eleven.

"Derrin!" she called, and the boy appeared. "Gimme a kiss." He
complied. "And don't give Colin a hard time. In fact, I want you to
stay down here. And put a shirt on, for Chrissake."

"Mom!"

"Now!" the boss commanded, pointing at the stairs until he slumped his
way up them as the girls talked over one another unintelligibly.

Then they were gone, and Derrin came down with a shirt on and huffed and
hopped up on the spot on the couch Desiree had just vacated, phone in
hand.

"Hey," he greeted, addressing me for the first time.

"Hey, Derrin."

"Is your sister as annoying as mine is?"

I laughed. "You have no idea. But I'm the older brother, so it's
probably not as bad as it is for you."

"Yeah."

And that seemed to be the end of the conversation. I turned on the TV and
browsed Netflix, but I felt self-conscious. I didn't want to ask him
what he wanted to watch, but I didn't want to pick something that he
thought was lame either. And honestly, it was a little irritating that I
gave a shit. His frat boy attitude was throwing me off. So I just
browsed.

"Wait, go back," he said, and I scrolled back to a show I didn't
recognize. "Have you seen that?"

"No."

"Can we watch it?"

"Yeah, sure." I put it on, but he quickly went back to his phone
anyway, which was annoying, but it at least gave me freedom to check him
out on the DL. One thing was sure; annoying or not, he was undeniably
gorgeous.

Derrin stood up and started walking out of the room, never taking his
eyes off his phone.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"To the bathroom!" he said in annoyance, and huffed. I felt sorry that
I'd annoyed him, and then felt angry at myself for feeling sorry. Ugh!

I changed the show, just to assert a little dominance, but he was gone
for at least ten minutes, and when he came back he didn't even seem to
notice the change. And his shirt had disappeared again. His sweatpants
and boxers looked even lower, revealing his hips. He already had that
slight "v" above his groin that marked him as a douchebag in training.
And, god, what I wouldn't do to be blessed with an ass like that. Lucky
little shit.

I ignored his shirtlessness and watched TV and stewed in my weird
combination of attraction and jealousy and disappointment. Derrin laughed
at something on his phone.

"What's so funny?" I asked. "Something your `girlfriend' said?" I
couldn't keep the sarcasm out of my voice.

"No. And I do have a girlfriend!"

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah!"

"Okay, okay," I said, placating him. "Is she the one you were sending
naked pics to?"

"No! I didn't send them to anybody! Who told you about that, anyway?
Desiree?"

"Who else?"

"Stupid sisters. I wish she'd mind her own business. And they're not
just pictures, I have video clips too."

"Hm. Wait, what? You said you HAVE them? Like, right now? I thought you
got caught?"

"I hide them now. I'm not stupid."

"Okay, okay." I wasn't sure whether to believe him or not, but the
idea of him having naked videos of himself on his phone had me wondering
if there was a way I could warm up to him, earn his trust enough to get a
view for myself. "What are they of? Just, like, dick pics and stuff?"

"Yeah. Well, that and kinky stuff," he said with a smile.

"Kinky stuff? What do you know about kinky stuff?"

"More than you I bet."

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"Well, I like to put things in my butt for one."

I stared at him a moment. "Bullshit."

"I do! And don't act all grossed out. I know you're bi."

Oh. Wasn't expecting that. "Do you even know what that means?" I
asked.

"Yes! I'm not stupid!"
"So what does it mean, then?"

He huffed and rolled his eyes. "It means you like girls and boys.
OB-viously."

I nodded. "Alright, alright. Just checking."

"So don't tell me you're grossed out by naked boys."

"I never said I was. So then, what have you... ya know... used?"

"Just, like... hey, wanna see?"

Before I could answer, he got up from the couch and hopped up onto the
arm of the recliner I was sitting on. Well, half on the recliner and half
on me. He scrolled quickly through some apps on his phone as I tried not
to feel his body against me. His thigh and butt against my lap. The
warmth radiating from his bare torso. Tried not to notice his warm, clean
smell.

"Here!" he said, and settled even more firmly against me. He held his
phone in landscape, an image of him wearing red basketball shorts and a
jersey frozen on the screen behind the big round "play" button. "This
is an old one," he said, and started the video. The image on the screen
did some cliche sexy poses with an annoying hip-hop song playing in the
background. Derrin turned up the sound even more, unfortunately, but I
wasn't going to complain. In the video he grabbed his crotch, then
turned around and showed his butt, lifting the hem of his jersey a little
and showing his lower back. He bent over. Then he turned around, and his
erection was clearly showing through the shorts. He fondled himself while
sticking his tongue out, and then he pulled his shorts down. His hard
penis stuck almost straight out, and he turned from side to side before
holding it close to the camera for a close-up. It all happened fast, less
than ten seconds. I wished he'd held still in the video a little longer
for each pose, it seemed like just as I was getting a good glimpse he was
moving again.

"Oh, wow," I said, trying to act entertained but not TOO interested.

"Wanna see some more?" he asked.

"I guess. I mean, I already saw that one, so... why not?"

He backed out of the clip, and I saw that there were plenty more videos
and pictures of him on his phone, though I didn't get a good look at any
before he started the next one. In this video he already had his shirt
off and was on his knees on a bed. It was from a little farther away, but
the image was still fairly clear. Another lame song was playing, and he
kind of danced to it for a moment while touching his shoulders and
stomach. Then he flipped around onto all fours, pointing his butt at the
camera. He ran his hand up his crack, then he sat up and pushed his
shorts down, showing his bare butt. He wiggled a little to the music,
then flipped around and showed his penis again, which was hard. He got up
and walked up to the camera, pushing his shorts all the way down as he
did so, and gave naked close-ups of his dick, then his butt again. This
time he bent over and pulled his cheeks apart, showing his pink little
hole. Then he gave an intense close-up of his penis before stopping the
recording.

"Wow. That's actually kind of hot," I said, trying to keep my tone
casual.

He scrolled through the videos, and settled even more against me. The top
of his head was now inches from my chin. "What do you think of this
one?"

He played the video, and he leaned his head back, resting it against my
neck. His elbow rested against my stomach. His butt was just barely
against my groin... dangerously close to my hardening dick.

It was getting obvious that he was doing this on purpose, and I didn't
know what to do. Part of me wanted to call him out and tell him to get
off of me, but a bigger part of me didn't. I mean, yeah, he was young,
but he was also ten-out-of-ten hot. Way the hell out of my league. And
here he was, not only showing me videos of himself naked, but coming on
to me. I couldn't help being flattered. And deeply turned on.

In this video the view was from floor level, and he was crouched down,
his face right in front of the camera. It was night, but there was a
light on somewhere off screen. His beautiful, almond shaped blue eyes
looked heavenly, and I wished I could pause and stare at them. Luckily
there was no music this time. He was holding a long, green, weirdly
shaped object, which he put into his mouth and sucked on provocatively,
and I realized it was the handle of a toothbrush. He licked up and down
it noisily. "Mmmm. You like that?" he asked in the video in his little
boy voice, before sticking it back in his mouth and sucking on it. I
tried to look at the video objectively, but I was getting seriously hard.
I considered shifting to put some distance between it and him, but I
didn't want to draw attention to it, so I sat still and ignored it,
hoping he wouldn't notice.

In the video he turned around, and I saw that he was naked from the waist
down. He sat his butt on his bare feet, then leaned forward, showing his
hole to the camera. His fingers came into view as he wiped some saliva on
himself, then rubbed the green toothbrush handle against his wet hole.
"Mmmm. Oh, yeah," he moaned in the video. He abruptly pushed the tip of
a finger into his hole and started fingering himself. "You like that?"
came his voice over the small speaker. "Oh, it's so tight."

My dick had managed to get some leverage and was now actively straining
up against my jeans, and I averted my eyes away from the screen and
looked into the living room, trying to distract myself momentarily to get
my boner to go down before he noticed. Come on, I thought. Look at the
TV, look at the family pictures on the walls, look at the fireplace...
look at anything else!

"Mmm, oh, fuck that feels good," came his voice over the phone speaker,
over-emphasizing the word "fuck" the way kids often do. Don't listen!
Ignore it! "Yeah. Oh yeah. I want to feel you feel inside me." I wanted
to cover my ears and go, La-la-la-la-la! But I couldn't ignore that
voice. I glanced at the phone and saw him working himself with the
toothbrush. "I love the way you fuck me," his voice said. Then he
flipped back around and put the handle of the toothbrush between his
legs, his dick resting on top of it. He leaned down and pushed a slow
drip of spit past his lips and onto his dick, then wrapped both in his
fist and began jacking himself, his head tilted back.

I almost jumped when Derrin started moving his right arm. For a moment I
thought he was going to go for my cock, but he grabbed his own crotch
instead, massaging himself as he watched the video. I was helpless not to
look, and I could easily see the shape of his boner through his sweat
pants. Good God, this beautiful boy was practically masturbating on top
of me while watching his own amateur porn.

In the video, he put down the toothbrush and spread his legs and
masturbated more urgently, staring at the camera, his perfect lips
pressed together with concentration. He started rocking his hips and
moaning rhythmically, his pitch going higher and higher. I couldn't tell
if he was faking it or not. Was he even old enough to cum?

"Yeah. Yeah! Yeah!" he said in his rising pitch, and I stared at the
screen as his eyes became glazed and unfocused, his mouth slack in what
was unmistakably an orgasm. He slowly stroked himself through it,
twitching gently, breathing deeply. A small amount of pre-cum dripped
over his knuckles, and he grabbed the toothbrush handle and wiped it
through the clear fluid, then he leaned down into the camera and stuck it
in his mouth and sucked it off before smiling and shutting it off.

Derrin let go of himself long enough to start the next video, then went
back to rubbing his cock through his sweats as he watched. In this one he
was in the bathroom, fully clothed, but I didn't watch long enough to see
them come off. I couldn't stop watching Derrin rub himself as he watched
his video. He stuck his hand under the waistband of his sweatpants and
started jacking himself. I couldn't see his penis through the opening
his wrist made, but I could see the smooth skin of his groin.

"What do you think?" he asked me.

"Um. They're pretty good." I had no idea what to say at this point.

"Do you think they're hot?" he asked, turning his face up in my
direction.

I thought for a moment, but I couldn't lie. "Yeah."

He paused the video and pushed himself off me and the chair, and I
waited, wondering what was up. Without preamble he pushed down his sweats
and boxers and stepped out of them, completely naked now, and then he
climbed up onto the chair, facing me, straddling my lap.

"What are you doing?" I asked with a soft laugh, trying to keep my tone
light and playful.

He smiled at me. "Just trying to get more comfortable." He resumed the
video, then held it to the side so we could both see it, and he continued
absently masturbating himself as he straddled my lap. After a few moments
he stopped and grabbed my hand and held it against his dick and humped
himself against it, looking at me. I looked at him, then looked down at
the small dick in my hand, and I started jacking him.

"Uh," he whispered as I held his hard dick in my fist, and he turned
back to the video. "Yeah." I took the opportunity to stare freely at
his body. He didn't have a blemish on him that I could see, just smooth,
beautiful skin, slightly paler at his midsection but without a clear
tanline. He wasn't bony like I had been at his age, but he wasn't
muscular either, though I imagined he would be in a few years. He had a
delicious softness to him that was almost feminine, and his nipples were
the kind of perfect shade of soft pink you'd find in a playboy
magazine.

He saw that I wasn't watching the video, but I didn't flinch away, even
when he reached down and took hold of my boner through my jeans. He
squeezed it, looking me right in the eye, and began rubbing it. My hand
had frozen on his dick in shock when he grabbed mine, and I resumed
jacking him as he rubbed my length. I cupped his small, smooth, peach
colored balls. He put the phone down on the other arm of the chair, the
video still playing, and hugged his body against me. I let go of his dick
and put my hands on his waist as he rested his face over my shoulder and
pressed his body against mine. He started to move his body against me,
humping his crotch against my dick. I stared down the smooth valley of
his back to the rise of his butt, and I grabbed the firm cheeks and
pulled him against me even tighter. He made little sex noises into my
shoulder as he humped his body against me in a slightly awkward rhythm. I
knew what it was like to be young and horny, and I held him and stroked
him encouragingly as he worked his body against mine in his young
desperation.

Hoping I knew what he liked, I reached my right hand into the cleft of
his butt and pressed my middle finger against the hot, smooth hole there.
He raised his face and moaned, and reached back and put his hand over
mine, rubbing my hand deeper into his crack. I guess I was right.

He sat up and looked at me. "Will you fuck me?" he asked. Despite the
inherent naughtiness of the question, he looked surprisingly genuine as
he waited for my response.

"I dunno..."

"Please Colin?"

I thought for a moment.

"Come on!" he asked, more insistently. "I'll let you do anything else
you want!"

I sighed. "I dunno. I mean, if someone finds out..."

"No one's gonna find out! I mean it's not like I'm going to tell
anyone! I promise!" He put his face back on my shoulder and started
grinding his body against mine again. "Please? I'll blow you. I'll...
I'll kiss you. I'll do whatever you want! And I won't tell anybody, I
promise!" He grabbed my dick again and started massaging it. "Come
on..."

"I... I don't even know if it'll work. Like, you know, if it'll fit."

"It will!" he said, sitting up and looking at me again, still rubbing
my dick though my pants.

"Well... I guess we could try."

He grinned at me excitedly, all dimples and beautiful blue eyes, and
hopped off me.

Was this really happening? Had I just told this kid I was going to fuck
him?

He headed toward the stairs, then turned and raced to the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Nothing! Just getting something!"

What on earth could he need from the kitchen? Did he want me to eat
whipped cream off him or something? I mean, not that I'd mind...

I heard the refrigerator close, and he came back around the corner, his
dick perkily pointing straight ahead, and he smiled as he hid what looked
like a small yellow tub behind his back.

"Come on!" he said, racing past me and up the stairs before I could get
a good look at whatever it was.

I took a moment to make sure the front door was locked as I walked by,
then headed up the stairs. A light came on to the right of the landing so
I headed that way and saw an open bedroom door. His room was pretty
typical, random shit strewn haphazardly on bookshelves. Derrin was just
closing the closet door, still naked. I stood there awkwardly.

He sat on the bed, then laid back and started playing with his dick. I
sat on the bed next to him, admiring his beautiful body.

"Do you wanna suck it?" he asked, pointing his dick straight out.

I did. I leaned over and took his warm, bare penis into my mouth and
sucked on it. It wasn't exactly how I imagined my first dick-sucking to
go down, but hey, it's a dick and he's hotter than anyone I'll
probably ever hook up with again. And honestly, his cocky attitude was
kind of a turn on. Not that that's what I'm into or anything, it's
just that I couldn't help thinking that he was going to grow up to be a
hotshot, some gorgeous jerk reserved for only the most elitely beautiful,
but right now he was getting his little cock sucked by a blue-haired
fairy boy. It felt empowering.

"Lemme suck yours," he asked. He sat up as I laid back and unbuckled my
belt and got my pants and underwear down. My dick was rock hard, and
though I never thought of myself as manly, seeing it's size compared to
his, plus my meager patch of pubic hair, made me feel mature and
masculine. Derrin wasted no time, grabbing it and sliding it into his
mouth and sucking on it. He'd clearly seen his share of blowjob videos,
and he bobbed his head on my shaft eagerly. I could feel his teeth a
little, but I didn't say anything, just enjoyed the view and the
feeling.

He took it out and started licking it, and my balls and my groin. He even
licked my pubic hair. Then he got off the bed and pulled on my pants,
trying to get them down. I kicked off my shoes and straightened my legs
until he pulled them off, and I tugged my shirt off and tossed it on the
floor with my pants. Derrin climbed on top of me and straddled me again,
rubbing his bare dick against mine. I felt a little self-conscious being
this exposed, but he was smiling at me. Then he laid down on top of me
and put his face back in my shoulder and humped his body against mine,
and I held him like before, stroking his back and his butt, working my
body against his. It felt awesome.

"Are you ready to fuck me?" he asked, looking at me.

I rubbed my hand into his crack. "If you want me to."

"Is there anything you wanna do first?" he asked. "I said you can do
whatever you want."

"I can't really think of anything." Actually I could think of a lot of
things, but I was still a little shy. "But," I added, "you can do
whatever you want to me, too."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Like what?"

"I don't know, whatever you want. Think of me as practice. Like, if
there's anything you want to try just go for it."

"Like a sex doll?" He grinned.

"Yeah. Like a living sex doll."

"Okay."

He put his face back against my shoulder and started humping himself
against me again and kissing my neck, and I closed my eyes, letting him
have me. He kissed up underneath my ear and licked the skin there, then
he surprised me by kissing me on the lips. He did it again, then held the
kiss. I kept my eyes closed and my face relaxed, letting him do as he
wished. I felt his little tongue against my lips, then he pushed it into
my mouth, and I French kissed him back. It was my first kiss, and despite
his claims of having a "girlfriend" I'm pretty positive it was his,
too. He took his time, and I didn't rush him at all. I put my hands on
the small of his smooth, warm back, as his hard little penis pressed
against my lower belly.

Soon we got more comfortable with it, kissing deeper, moving our heads to
complement each other. I was getting even more turned on. I'm kind of a
romantic at heart, and having this beautiful boy deeply making out with
me was, for me, the hottest thing we'd done so far, and I would have
been happy to do it all night, but soon he was licking and sucking at my
neck, then he slid back down to my dick and started sucking it again. As
much as I'd loved kissing him, seeing his beautiful face hungrily
devouring my cock, his eyes closed in bliss, was pretty fucking hot, and
I felt like I was getting pretty close already. I was about to warn him,
but he stopped on his own, then climbed back up on top of me. This time
he slid forward until he was straddling my stomach. He sat back, sitting
his butt on my wet boner, and started rubbing his crack along my length,
closing his eyes and moaning. God this kid was sexy. I stared at his dick
as it bobbed up and down between his legs.

He got off me and walked to the closet and opened the door and pulled out
the yellow tub he'd hidden inside, which I'd forgotten about. It looked
like a tub of butter. He sat on the bed next to me, and I saw that it was
indeed butter.

"What's that for?" I asked.

"It will make things easier. Trust me." He pulled the lid off and dug a
finger into the tub, then rubbed it onto my dick.

"Whoa. You're going to use it as lube?"

"Mm-hmm!"

I couldn't help laughing.

"Well what else do you expect to use?" he asked.

"Sorry, you're right, it's fine. Feels nice, actually." He was
rubbing my cock with his fist, working the melting butter along the
length. I'd jacked off with lotion plenty of times, but having him
jacking me with my dick lubed up felt amazing, though the naturally
appetizing scent of butter was an unusual addition.

"Could you do it... you know... doggy style?" he asked as he stroked me.

"Yeah. Sure. If you want. On the floor, or on the bed?"

"Let's try it on the bed." He looked down at my shiny dick, then
leaned down and gave the head a lick. "Yum!"

"Stupid," I laughed, and he grinned. He looked so cute, I couldn't
help pulling him in for another kiss. I meant to make it quick, but he
responded eagerly, and we made out again for another minute or so.

Derrin broke the kiss and hopped off the bed and went into the closet
again. He rummaged around, giving me an opportunity to admire his
beautiful little butt, before he re-emerged with a towel, which he
unfolded as he walked toward the bed. I got up and as he laid it down
over his blue blankets. Good idea. Apparently he'd learned a thing or
two using toys on himself. He climbed up onto his bed and got on all
fours on the towel, then used his finger to scoop up more of the butter
and began to rub it into his crack. I climbed up onto the bed behind him
and watched as he lubed his little pink hole, then he started fingering
himself.

"Don't worry, I cleaned myself real good," Derrin said. I stroked my
cock while watching him, but had to stop because I was already pretty
close. He took his finger out and lowered his head, which I took as a
signal to start. I scooted forward on my knees and put one hand on his
butt while holding my dick in the other, its length shiny with melted
butter. I pushed it against his hole, which felt hot and soft, and my
dick looked really big compared to his small butt, but I pushed forward.
Everything was very slick, but it was hard to tell if I was lined up
right. I got it where I felt it should go and started to push. Derrin
hissed.

"Gah!"

"Sorry. You okay?"

He looked over his shoulder and reached back and took hold of my dick,
and I let go so he could take over, then I watched as he pushed his hips
back against the head of my cock. I felt his hole start to give, and he
held it there for a moment, and then he pushed back some more and I
slowly, bit by bit, felt myself glide into him.

"Ohhhh," Derrin said as my head passed into him. Once I was about a
quarter of the way in, he started moving his body in a sexual rhythm,
still holding my cock. "Oh, yeah. Fuck yeah," Derrin continued, and it
was a little weird hearing sounds like that in his little boy voice, but
it was also kind of hot. I thought about what it was like being his age,
touching myself and fingering myself, wanting to get fucked so badly and
feeling like it would never happen, feeling so sexually frustrated, so
now, being able to give this kid what he wants so badly was a total turn
on.

Once Derrin seemed comfortable I took over, and he rested the side of his
face on the bed again, surrendering to me. I slowly pushed my dick deep
into him, then slid partly out, watching his beautiful face, his eyes
closed, his mouth open, breathing heavily and moaning as I fulfilled his
fantasies.

I still couldn't believe that I was in a position to be doing this with
someone so fucking hot. It was obvious where he was going; in just a few
years someone like me would be nothing to him. Shy femboys like me are
destined to sit in corners and express our frustrations at the world in
angsty poems, only able to look upon such confident golden idols from
afar. But this was now, and he was naked and bent over and bottoming and
loving it, all his untouchable beauty surrendered to me in his young
sexual desperation. I pushed my dick in and out of him, his perfect ass
practically sucking my dick, as he moaned his need.

"Oh, yeah. Uh. Uh. Yeah, fuck me. Yeah, like that. Fuck me," he said
vaguely, now clutching the blanket in his perfect little fists, his eyes
still closed. I let go of my dick and, after taking a moment to wipe some
of the oily butter off my hand with the towel, I took hold of his waist
in both hands and gave him what he wanted. I increased my tempo, letting
his ass bounce off me with each thrust. Derrin lifted his head off the
bed as I accelerated my thrusts. He wanted to get fucked? Alright. I'd
fuck him then.

"Oh! Oh!" Derrin said louder as I gave it to him. He could be the tough
frat boy all he wanted when he grew up, but it wouldn't change the fact
that his first sexual experience was getting his ass pounded by a blue
haired femboy. And that he loved it. "Oh, yeah!" he said as I fucked
him. I smacked his ass. "Oh fuck! Fuck yeah! Fuck me!"

He sat up and laid his back against my chest. He rested his blond head
against my shoulder and looked up at me, and his beautiful blue eyes
looked desperate. He used his left hand to brace himself against my hip,
and his right arm rose up and he pulled my face to his. I kissed him over
his shoulder and slowed my rhythm.

"Yeah," he whispered against my mouth, his eyes closed. He moved his
hips in rhythm with me. He licked my lips. "Oh, yeah, Colin. Keep
fucking me." I increased my tempo again, and he kissed me deeply, his
beautiful face turned up to me so he could reach my mouth, and I held his
face with my right hand and slid my left down his smooth, soft body. I
held him tight against me as I started fucking him harder, and he made
little noises in my mouth, and I couldn't tell if they were out of
discomfort or pleasure, but I didn't care. We weren't really making
out, we were going too fast for that, we just held our mouths locked
against each other, his soft little tongue against mine, and I fucked
him. We were both breathing heavily, and I couldn't help opening my eyes
even though his were closed, just so I could look at his beautiful face
against mine, at the beautiful little body I was fucking my cock into. I
could see his smooth dick standing up between his legs, hard as a nail.

"Oh God," I said into his mouth. "I'm gonna cum."

"Yeah," he responded, and he kissed me again. "Yeah. Cum in me.
Please. Cum in me, Colin." I could hear how badly he wanted it, and it
drove me over the edge. I started cussing with each thrust as he
continued to beg for it, and then I clutched his hard little penis as I
felt myself release inside of him. I pushed into him as deep as I could.
I wanted to keep fucking him, but my whole body tensed up, and I squeezed
him tight as I shot my load into him in hot, thick bursts.

"Oh yeah," Derrin said, squeezing his ass around my dick as I spent
myself in him. "Oh yeah. Cum in me. Fuck yeah. Oh, that's so hot..." I
continued to hold him as I finished, still amazed at his perfect, smooth
body even as I continued to fill him with my cum.

Slowly I started to catch my breath, and with the return of my sanity
came my self-consciousness, and I wasn't sure what to do next. Derrin
kissed my jawline, and I smiled and kissed him on the lips. I let go of
his body and he leaned forward as I slid my penis out of him. It was
surprisingly clean, I guess he'd been so tight even after being fucked
that my load had stayed inside him. He turned around and took a hold of
it, thick and slightly soft, and he kind of waggled it from side to side
playfully. A small amount of cum leaked out of the tip, and he took the
head into his mouth and sucked on it gently while cupping my balls, then
looked up at me again.

"That was amazing."

"Yeah," I agreed.

"So... do I get to do you next?" he asked with a grin.

I laughed. "Do you want to?"

"Can I?"

"Sure. Fair's fair, I guess. How do you, uh, want to do it?"

"Same way?"

"Aright." It felt a little weird to be having a conversation about how
he wanted to fuck me. "Let me just go to the bathroom real quick."

"Okay."

Once I closed the door to the bathroom I set about making sure I was
clean. I'd showered somewhat recently, but I hadn't exactly started the
evening expecting to have anal sex, so I stepped into the tub and turned
it on partway and used some soap and water to wash my crotch and ass, and
I started to get hard again as I soaped myself. I'd gotten off really
hard in Derrin, and it had been incredible, but honestly I'm a bottom at
heart, and the thought of getting my first dick in my ass was making me
really hot. I dried myself with the hand towel and went back into his
bedroom.

Derrin was laying on his back, masturbating on the towel. I walked up to
the bed and leaned over and licked the tip of his dick as he jacked
himself, and he stopped and pointed it at me and I started to suck on it
again. The thought that this hard little penis was about to be in my ass
really turned me on, and I started to jack myself as I sucked on him.

"Yeah, suck it," Derrin said, getting vocal again. "I love it when you
suck it. I love thinking about your cum inside me." Damn this kid knew
what to say. I sucked him eagerly while playing with myself, and soon I
was really worked up and ready to be fucked.

"You ready?" I asked.

"Yeah."

I got up onto the towel on all fours, feeling a little odd because of our
size difference. I wasn't a giant compared to him, but I was clearly
older and taller. Derrin climbed up onto the bed behind me, and he put
his hands on my ass.

"Mmmm," he said, and he started to kiss the bare skin of my cheeks. I
lowered my head and closed my eyes as he started to lick the skin between
his kisses. He cupped my balls, and I felt him licking and sucking them
from behind, and I moaned. He took hold of my dick and pulled it down
between my legs and eagerly licked and kissed it, then started jacking me
as he licked back up my balls and then the crack of my ass. I laid the
side of my face against the bed, like he had, and pushed my ass out,
giving myself to him, and he started to become more eager, licking and
kissing my ass, my balls, my hole. I felt his little tongue push into my
hole, and he smacked my ass and squeezed it.

"Oh, man," I couldn't help muttering as he rimmed me.

"You like that?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Mmm," he moaned as he started eating my ass again, occasionally
smacking my right cheek. A small part of me felt a little silly having my
ass eaten and spanked by a little kid while he talked dirty to me, but
then he'd get his tongue in me again and drive me crazy and I'd forget
about anything else.

He licked up the length of my crack, and then kept going, up the small of
my back along my spine, giving me tingles, and then he sort of laid on my
back, and I felt his hard dick against my ass. He wrapped his arms around
my torso and humped himself against me.

"Yeah," I said in encouragement. "That feels good."

"Yeah?" he asked. He sat up again and pushed the length of his dick up
and down my crack. "You like that?"

"Yeah."

He grabbed the yellow tub, and a moment later I felt him rub some of the
soft, cool butter onto my hole. He slipped a finger inside me, and the
butter worked surprisingly well because I barely felt it. He fingered me
for a moment, and then he stopped, and I assumed he was lubing himself.
Then I felt his hot, slippery cock against my hole. He pushed, and it
slid into me rather easily.

"How's that?" he asked, sliding his hard little dick in and out of me.

"Oh, that's so good." I meant it. I'd never been fucked, and while I
was very eager for my first experience, I was also a little intimidated.
In what little experimentation I'd performed on myself, I knew that it
could be a little painful at first. Fortunately Derrin's dick wasn't
much bigger than my finger, and wasn't uncomfortable at all. Feeling
that slick little hardness inside me and knowing it was a dick fucking me
was hot as hell.

"Yeah?" Derrin asked.

"Oh yeah. Fuck me Derrin."

Derrin held my hips as he fucked me, and I reveled in the oily friction
of his slick penis, hard as a stick, as it slid inside me. It felt
amazing.

He climbed up onto my back again, holding me around my chest as he pumped
his narrow hips. I could feel heat building up as he fucked me with that
hard little cock. I could feel his breath against my bare shoulder. Oh
god yes, I thought. Fuck me. Use me. I started to jack myself as that
heat continued to build from the oily friction.

"Oh yeah, come on Derrin," I encouraged him. "Oh that feels so good.
Fuck me with that dick."

"Oh, oh," Derrin responded incoherently as he fucked me. Maybe his
youth gave him extra tolerance, cause he was going at it pretty hard. His
dick slipped out of me several times and he had to put it back in again,
and each time I was disappointed at having the rhythm broken and then
delighted at the feeling of his dick penetrating me again. He got off my
back and fucked me while holding my hips for a minute, and then he slowed
down.

"Hey, can you lay down?" he asked.

"On my stomach?"

"Yeah."

His penis slipped out of me, and I laid down flat on the towel and looked
over my shoulder and watched as he positioned his smooth, naked body over
me, pointed his dick at the crack between my cheeks, and then watched it
disappear as he penetrated me again. I laid the side of my face against
the bed, and he laid down on top of me. His dick didn't go as deep as it
did when I was on all fours, but my hole felt tighter from this position,
gripping his slick little hardness tightly. He slipped his arms under
mine and started fucking me. His dick wasn't very long and it kept
slipping out of me on the up-thrust, but then it would slip right back
in, penetrating me over and over.

Little cues started to tell me that he was getting close, and a thought
occurred to me. I stuck my middle finger in my mouth and got it slimy
with saliva, then reached back and felt his ass until I found his hole,
and then I slipped my wet middle finger into him.

"Oh, yeah," he breathed as I penetrated his hole, and he resumed
fucking me, his butt pushing back against my finger with each thrust, and
then his dick penetrating my hole again, over and over. He started
breathing and moaning and cussing against my back. "Oh yeah, oh fuck
yeah," he said against my back in a whine, and went even faster. My hole
felt hot from the oily friction, and his dick felt harder than ever, and
I pushed my finger into his little butt as he fucked me.

He went faster, and his thrusts seemed like they were getting clumsy, and
I knew he was getting close, and I was rapidly approaching my own orgasm,
my dick pressed against the bed under the weight of our bodies.

"Oh shit I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum," he said all in a rush, and that
hard little head penetrated me again and held there, kicking inside me,
and I felt his hole tightening around my finger in rhythm with his
orgasm.

"Oh fuck yeah," I whispered, writhing under him as he released. I was
so close, right there, and I pressed my dick against the mattress. I felt
his penis slip out of me as I flexed my butt, and the pressure of my body
against the mattress was just enough to almost get me there. I wasn't
sure if I could get off just from the pressure, but I pressed as hard as
I could, his dick still buried in the crack of my ass, slick and still
throbbing with the last vestiges of his orgasm, and then I came, shooting
my load into the terrycloth in sweet jets of release with his young body
lying on me, his chest hot and panting against my back as he caught his
breath. My body relaxed into exhaustion as my second orgasm washed over
me, and we both laid there for a moment.

"Hmmm," Derrin sighed in satisfaction, his face against my shoulder,
and I smiled. "Slippery," he said, sliding his still hard little dick
around in my crack, then he sat up, and I rolled onto my side.

"Did you cum again?" Derrin asked, looking at the small mess I'd made.

"Yeah. Right at the end." I picked up the blanket and prepared to use
it to wipe some of the oily butter off me.

"Wait! Don't use that one!" Derrin said, taking the towel out of my
hands. "I'm gonna save this one!"

"For what?"

Derrin smiled and touched his tongue to my semen. "Mmmm..."

"Okay, you can keep it if you want it so bad, you little freak. Just get
me another towel."

Derrin clutched the towel to himself dramatically as he got off the bed,
and stuffed it into his closet, his cute bare butt still shiny, and then
tossed another towel to me before heading to the bathroom. I cleaned
myself as best I could, and then Derrin returned and we dressed and
headed back downstairs.

"People are going to use that," I said as I watched Derrin put the tub
of butter back in the fridge.

"Yeah, oh well. They'll just have to wonder why the toast is extra
delicious!"

"Gross!" I laughed.

We sat on the couch and watched TV, my butt still pleasantly burning and
slippery. I couldn't help sneaking glances over at Derrin. He looked so
perfect. Had I really just had sex with this beautiful boy? He caught me
looking and smiled at me and rolled over onto his back and put his head
on my lap. It was really cute and reminded me of the boy he'd been the
last time I saw him. I couldn't help running my fingers through his
hair, then down his neck, across his chest, while he just kind of zoned
out. It was awesome.

But it also gave me a lot of time to think. Did this mean anything? He
was too young, and we were really different people. But in the afterglow
of my first sexual experience I couldn't ignore the warm affection I
felt towards him. And he was so beautiful. My mind experimented with
thoughts of ownership as I looked at that elfin face, those perfect
almond shaped blue eyes. And those thoughts felt good.

"You better get a shirt on before everyone gets home," I said a while
later. "Don't want you getting in trouble."

"Aw, you're worried about me?" Derrin asked as he sat up, then
straddled me with his hands on my shoulders.

"Maybe. Or maybe I just don't want you getting in trouble with me here
and then we won't see each other again."

"Hmm," Derrin said, tapping his finger on his chin thoughtfully. "Now
that's a good point," he said, and he smiled and leaned in and kissed
me. I put my hands around his narrow waist and kissed him back. His hands
moved up to the sides of my face and he kissed me earnestly, almost
romantically, and I melted even as I hardened. He humped his crotch
against my stomach as we made out, and I could feel his hardness under
his sweatpants. I ran my hands over his torso and gripped his beautiful
butt, eliciting a moan from him. I loved his little butt, and I'd put
anything in it he wanted.

"Okay," I finally said a couple minutes later, catching my breath.

"Come on," he said, kissing the side of my mouth. "A little more." He
kissed my cheek. "I like your blue hair," he said, running his fingers
through it.

"Thanks. I like your blond hair." He grinned.

"I still have your cum in me," he said, grinding himself against me.

"Mmm, I know." I pulled him into me and we made out some more. His
tongue was smaller than mine, and I loved the way it felt in my mouth.

"Okay, okay, come on," I said.

"Aw!"

"Come on, seriously, we have to stop."

"Okay," he said dejectedly, and got off the couch and went upstairs,
then came back down with his shirt on.

I still wasn't sure what to think about all this, and I didn't know how
to ask what he felt. And I was too chicken. We settled in and ended up
mostly talking the rest of the evening, which was really nice. I was
starting to see that the sweet boy I'd met last year was still there
beneath the facade. The time flew by as we connected, and soon the girls
were back. I spent an anxious and awkward couple of minutes loitering
around as the dust settled, and then an even more nerve wracking ride
back home sitting next to his mom. Luckily once I prompted Nikki she
eagerly filled the minutes with a play-by-play of the concert.

Finally I got back to my room and collapsed on the bed without turning on
the light, alone with my thoughts. I'd started the evening planning to
spend a fun night playing silly games with a cute little boy, and ended
up losing my virginity to him. I had no idea what was going to happen
next, but I couldn't help smiling in the dark.