Date: Fri, 30 Oct 2009 00:33:27 -0700
From: L A <handittome@live.com>
Subject: Lover Boy Part I

Disclaimer:

This story is a work of fiction and contains homosexual acts between
minors.  Please do not read this if it is illegal for you to do so.  Names,
characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's
imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events,
locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Lover Boy (Part I)

	"One, two...

	Today was finally the day!  I have been so excited recently that
yesterday Daddy threatened me with a nap if I wouldn't settle down.  Papa
didn't really care though since he remembered back when he was a young boy
and was just as thrilled.  He even whispered in my ear to count the cute
boys for him when he dropped me off.

	"Three, fou-, oh, not him, four, five..."

	Though I love Daddy and Pop, it is because of them that I don't
have very many friends.  No mother wants their child hanging around a gay
household.  I personally don't see what was wrong with it as I've lived in
one ever since I can remember.  I was thankfully adopted when I was about
three and have never grown up with a mother, although Daddy sometimes acts
like one might.  And look at me; I've turned out just fine...well, at least
according to my parents.  Other families might be disgusted to have a gay
child and in that regard one might say that I am lucky that I have parents
who don't mind.  But the way I figure, I probably wouldn't be that way if
they didn't raise me.  Either way, I am happy with who I am and I don't
think that there are better parents anywhere in the world than Daddy and
Papa.

	"Six...um..."

	I had just graduated from the second grade last week and today is
the first day of summer daycare at Hillcrest Elementary School, my favorite
day.  Today is the day that I get to start over and meet some of the new
kids who haven't been in my two previous classes, and by the amount of cute
boys I've seen walk through the door, it was going to be real tough to pick
my first new friend.

	"Seven..."

	Daddy doesn't seem to think it would difficult to make new friends
because he's always telling me, "Austin, you're the cutest boy I've ever
seen.  Who wouldn't want to be your best friend?  If they're not crazy
about you then they've got a problem."  It always makes me giggle when he
says that.  But I guess I am pretty cute.  My whole body gleams a warm
golden glow that can only be found at the beach.  Even my thighs are
radiant since I wear Speedos so that I can be like Daddy and Pop.  I've got
short fuzzy brown hair, because I hate it when it touches my forehead, and
light brown eyes that look like milk chocolate.  Papa says he can taste it
when we look at each other.  I'm pretty tall for my age and have got a
pretty thin but muscular build to where I don't have much of my baby fat
anymore.  My chest and stomach are plated with growing muscles and are
topped off with two tiny nipples that Daddy calls my tickle buttons; and
boy are they ticklish.  I can't really see my butt but both Daddy and Papa
agree that I've got the cutest young ass they've ever seen.  They're always
squeezing my butt when I pass them in the hall, but I like it.  I guess
they think it's plump, and I suppose it is since I'm always very
comfortable when sitting.  Unlike most of my body, I've got a pretty chubby
cut dick and it's about three and a quarter inches when I see a cute boy or
am thinking of one, like right now.  My balls hang tight in a fairly large
ball sack that fits perfectly in the palm of my hand.  I don't have any
hair yet, because I'm not old enough, and I can't cum like Daddy or Papa
either.  I don't really mind though because I like the smoothness of my
naked skin and, although cum tastes good, it makes a mess.  I wouldn't be
able to jack off in class anymore.  Unfortunately, Daddy and Papa make me
wear Batman briefs so that no one else can see when I have a boner.  I
don't really understand why I have to and I would love to let cute boys
know that they make me hard.  Aw well.

	"Eight..."

	Another amazing thing about daycare was that the children aren't
all from my grade, but from every grade. And although I have a strong love
for boys of all ages, my favorites are those just a bit younger than me so
that I feel more mature when I am around them.  Besides, if we ever got to
compare dicks, mine would probably be bigger.  I have never seen another
boy's dick before, well not with his permission anyway.  I always try to
sneak a peek while in the restroom and when-

	Oh my god.  There he was.  The boy who had just walked in, number
nine, was the boy that I had been dreaming for since I was born.  I could
tell that he was most defiantly going to be my first new friend.  He looked
so cute over there in his camouflage army cap.  He was wearing a green
shirt with a swirly particle like thing on the front and black plaid shorts
that he was going to have to grow into.  An overly large backpack that was
half his size hung down over his shoulders and past his butt.  His lips
were thin as a fine red line and his eyes a peaceful blue that I couldn't
wait to stare into.  I stood up from my desk and motioned over for the boy
to come sit next to me.  It took a few waves but he finally saw me and
walked over with a new semi-confident smile on his face that made my
stomach flutter.

	Man, he was even more beautiful in person.  His skin looked
delicately soft to the touch except for tiny light hairs that were
scattered upon his arms.  His ears stuck out a bit around his hat in a very
cute and imperfect manor that I found sweetly adoring while his mildly
blushed cheeks puffed out enough to prove that he was still a young boy.
Running down from underneath his cap were the purest blonde hairs I have
ever seen on a boy and although he wore the hat well, I wanted desperately
to run my hand along the soft, short cut fuzz that was his hair.  As he
turned to sit down his shorts tightened enough for me to see the outline of
his tight briefs which I imagined as red and decorated with images of
Spiderman swinging around his young and restrained privates.  The cute boy
then threw his large red backpack over his lap and in between our two
seats.  Written on the top, in what was clearly his loving mother's
handwriting, was the name Noah Richardson.
	"Hi, my name is Austin. What's yours?  Are you new here?"  Though I
already knew his name, I wanted to hear him say it.

	"Hi."  An even bigger grin shown on his face from the knowledge
that he had just made a friend.  "My name ith Noah.  Yeah, I juth finished
firth grade and next year I'm gonna be in the thecond grade!"  This boy was
getting cuter by the second!  With each `s' he tried to pronounce he stuck
his small tongue between his baby teeth and made a `th' sound.  I couldn't
help but giggle with happiness at his speech.
	"So then how old are you?"

	"Theven."  My heart just melted.  Not only was this boy the perfect
age, and not only was he amazingly beautiful, but he spoke in such an
adorable way that I wanted to reach out and give him a warm and loving hug
right then and there.  Although my body had been yearning for a young boy's
love for far too long, I knew that if I wanted to claim him as my own, I
would have to take things a bit slower.

	"Awesome!  I just turned eight last month."  In fact, it had been a
very memorable birthday.  I sometimes hear Daddy and Pop having sex at
night and always wonder what it would be like.  Although what I really
wanted to do was join them, they let me suck both of them until they came
in my mouth.  It was an amazing birthday present and Daddy promised that I
could do it again next year as long as I never told anyone about it.

	It wasn't long before the classroom settled and the teacher let us
out to play on the playground.  I always went straight for the swings but
now I had to somehow convince Noah to go with me.  Knowing that they would
all be gone if we didn't hurry I did the best thing I could think to do and
grabbed his hand.  "Come on Noah!  Let's go get a swing!"  Making sure to
hold on tightly to his soft hand so as not to interrupt our first physical
interaction, I ran out past the black top, into the sand pit, and up to the
final two swings while Noah flailed close behind me.  I quickly jumped on
my swing and began kicking my legs only to see Noah sadly looking up at
his.  It was just high enough for him to not be able to plant his soft
bubble butt on and I immediately recognized this as the perfect opportunity
to explore his body.  I temporarily jumped up and ran just behind Noah
while his swing dangled between us.  "Here, let me help."  As he turned
with his back to me, I wrapped my left arm around his young but firm chest
and my right arm down his soft stomach to his crotch, which fell perfectly
in the palm of my hand, just as I planned.  As I tried to pull him up onto
his swing, failing three times on purpose, I felt up the contents of his
underwear.  I could feel the tiny balls in his soft and wonderfully squishy
ball sack as his semi-soft penis grew at a small but steady pace along my
thumb.  Although I didn't get to feel it at its largest, I could tell that
I would beat him on size, but it would be close.

	"Ouch!  You hurt my wiener."  Noah laughed as all young boys do
when they pretend that they got hit in the balls.  I know what it feels
like when it does hurt, and he wouldn't be laughing.  Even so, I couldn't
help but chuckle along as his cute giggle warmed my heart and strengthened
my newfound love for him.

	The day was filled with little events such as these as I took every
chance I had to touch Noah in hopes to generate an enjoyably similar
response from him.  Every time he raised his hand in class his shirt rose
up over his shorts to reveal his smooth bare skin and the tip of his red
lined underwear.  Being so excited by the view I couldn't help but tickle
his warm skin to receive his cute giggle.  When he bent over to take a
drink from the fountain, I pretended that someone pushed me into him and I
ran my crotch into his butt.  These quick experiences weren't much, but it
was all I had since Noah didn't know my true intentions.

	While we sat at our desks listening to the teacher talk about
something boring like safety rules, I couldn't help but look over and stare
at Noah, dreaming of all the things I'd like to do with him.  I wanted to
hold him in my arms and feel his warm young love surround me.  I wanted to
place my soft lips upon his and let him know that I'll always be there for
him.  Then, once we established our love for each other, I wanted to
passionately suck his small two and a half inch dick and feel the
vibrations of his moans on mine as we 69 until he fell asleep, naked in my
arms.

	Noah sat in his chair, cute as a button, with his face placed in
the palms of his hands which were resting on his wooden desk.  The soft
plush of his face pushed over the sides of his homemade headrest as he
somehow paid attention to the lecture.  Not being able to express my true
feelings was driving me wild and I knew that I would no longer be able to
hold it in.

	Then, without my consent, my right hand began to creep under the
desk and up onto his leg, inching closer to his crotch.  Noah continued to
look straight ahead but began to lightly giggle so as not to notify the
teacher.  Taking it as a yes I continued to crawl toward my prize.  With
each passing second my head grew hotter and his shorts grew tighter from
his growing penis.  Mine was already pulsing at full throttle as my left
hand discreetly jacked it through my restricting clothing.  As I inched
closer I could feel the softness of his upper thigh pushing against the
thin cloth that was his shorts.  His obvious enjoyment of what I was doing
to him urged me slowly on until I felt the outer seam of his red underwear
on his inner thigh.  I was almost there!  My heart was bouncing around in
my chest as if trying to break free.  My left hand was moving up and down
quicker and quicker, trying to match the impossible pace of my heartbeat.
And then, there it was!  Noah's full size throbbing warmth was in my hand.
I gave it light squeeze and saw his eyes widen with and unknown excitement.
But it wasn't enough.  I had to have more.

	Temporarily abandoning his boyhood, I pushed my hand up to the
zipper on his shorts and began to slowly pull it down.  I could tell by his
face that Noah had no idea that I was working to expose his young dick.
Then, with the first gate open, I reached my hand inside in search for the
treasure.  As my hand moved in, my finger lightly stroked his inner thigh,
sending a welcome shock to my system.  It was so smooth and hairless that I
wanted to bend over, tear off his shorts, and feel its softness on my lips;
but there was still much more to be done.  Storing that idea in my mind for
future reference, I found the bulge I had been yearning for and cupped my
eager hand around its warmth.  I squeezed him again, this time to have him
close his eyes and quietly sigh.  It was getting better, but I still needed
more!

	I felt around his bulge for the next gate, presumably tickling him
as he lightly giggled.  Finally finding the flap I carefully pulled it
open, mentally thanking Spiderman for granting me access.  Then, after
shamelessly breaching Noah's final form of protection, I excitedly reached
inside and discovered the most beautiful thing in the entire world.  I
gently wrapped my sweaty hand around the silky smooth warmth of Noah's no
longer private boyhood.  Immediately, we blended into one as the throbbing
pulse of his dick matched that of my own.  It was slightly longer than I
expected at what felt like three inches and a bit chubbier than my own,
which dramatically raised his cuteness factor.  Warmth resonated off of it
like light does an angel and I could feel the smooth uncut skin on the tip
of his dick struggling to contain his thick head.

	Now, we were ready.  It was finally time to show Noah the
excitement of being a boy.  I closed my eyes and entered to a world of the
future where my dreams could become a reality.  Instantly, my right hand
began to jack Noah's sweet, naked innocence.
	In my closed eyes I stood naked before Noah as he waited for my
eager hands to strip him of his clothing.  I grabbed his lower back and
pulled him to me so that we stood stomach to stomach, dick to dick.  I tore
off his hat, ran my hand through his sun bleached gentle fuzz and gazed
deeply into the crystal ocean of his eyes.  "Are you ready?"  Noah smiled
and blinked as he quickly nodded then answered with one quiet word.

	"Yeth."

	Then, like an animal, I ripped off his shirt to reveal his baby
pecs as I ran my fingers over his tiny tickle buttons, making him giggle.
My fingers then glided across the smoothness of his stomach to tear off his
shorts.  Noah stood before me in nothing but the bulge of his Spiderman
underwear and I knew it could only get better.  I dug my fingers into the
elastic that held the thin cloth to him and slid it down, over his crotch,
past his knees, and onto the grass.  As I looked up, Noah's perfect dick
bounced around merely an inch from my face.  It looked even more beautiful
in person and I knew that I had to have it.

	"Thuck me, pleath..."

	I looked up into Noah's eyes and saw what was left of his innocence
begging for me to take it, and I was more than willing to help him out.  I
placed my hands on his puffy butt cheeks and began to sink into their plush
as I impatiently forced his chubby dick into my mouth.  As if to
intentionally trying to urge me on, he began to gasp loudly intermixed with
the high pitched moans of a young boy.  I lustily tongued the skin at the
tip of his penis, making his whole body spasm while my lips danced around
the rest of his dick's entirety.  Then, to give him a break, I pulled off
only to rope in his hairless balls and suck on them one by one.  They
tasted like a sweet candy that I never wanted to stop sucking on.  I could
feel the soft pulp surrounding his balls that helped to fill his tight
sack.  This sent Noah over the edge as he collapsed to the soft grass,
pulling me with him.  Knowing he wouldn't last much longer, I pulled back
up to his dick and decided to give him the grand finale.  My hands felt up
his stomach and chest as they glided around, sending pulsing shivers
throughout his body.  My puffy lips pushed tight around the thick head of
his penis as I prepared to suck like my life depended on it.  My tongue
forcibly slithered around his shaft, sliding around on my sweet
salivations.  Pleasures overtook Noah's body as he could not help but buck
up and down, grinding his cock on the roof of my mouth and into my throat.
I began bobbing faster and faster as his thrusting intensified to match my
quickening pace.

	Then, Noah was at his end.  His moans were cut short by a prolonged
yell of unknown excitement and pleasure, its pitch rising to the end with
his orgasm.  His hips rose higher into my face, forcing his dick down my
throat one final time while his hands grabbed mine, squeezing tight as if
begging me to make it last forever. Then...it was done.  Noah's body fell
limp to the grass, his heavy breath throbbing in his chest.  As his used
dick began to shrivel away, I climbed up onto the naked seven-year-old and
lied gently upon him.  His face turned to mine, his eyes cracking open to
reveal a sense of newfound love and exhaustion.  He gave me a sweet smile
as he closed his eyes, his head falling to the side to rest.

	This boy was mine, and I was his.  I bent down and placed a tender
kiss on his head.  "I love you buddy."  With that, I too closed my eyes and
fell limp upon my new friend only to return to real life.

	There it was!  With my hand still wrapped around the source of
Noah's innocence, his young dick began to wildly convulse with an unknown
pleasure.  I opened my eyes to see him shut his own as he entered a state
of bliss.  Just the simple sight of his enjoyment was enough to send me
over the edge of well as I held both of our orgasms in my tired hands.

	As the pleasurable harmony subsided, we reentered our lives as
students in the Hillcrest Daycare center.  Noah turned to me with a wild
smile on his face that would have made me jump on top of him had I not just
relieved myself of some sexual desire.  Still, it brought me a new hope.
Noah had liked when I jacked him off.  I had opened the door to his eternal
pleasure, now it was up to him to step inside and join me.


Please feel free to tell me how you liked it, or how you hated it.  Tell me
all.  Thank you and I hope you enjoyed the first part of Lover Boy.
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