Date: Wed, 05 Mar 2003 01:03:52 +0000 From: tommy nofeet Subject: Stall Story, Part 6 DISCLAIMER: the following FICTIONAL story contains vivid descriptions of sex between a teenager and a young boy. If this is offensive to you, or viewing of such material is illegal where you're at, DON'T READ IT! Otherwise, enjoy it. And e-mail me comments if you have anything nice to share (tommynofeet@hotmail.com) Stall Story - Part 6: Summer Loving James and his family moved in to the house opposite the newsagents only two weeks later. Normally it would have taken longer, but apparently they had already set up a buyer for their old house, and the paperwork was rushed through to ensure that didn't fall through. As the time for him to move in came closer, I grew increasingly excited, a feeling tempered only by the occasional phone call to my little love. We could never spend long on the phone, as neither of us were in the habit of calling our friends, and were both paranoid that our parents might find the sudden use of the device a little odd. The day he and his family moved in, I was in for a surprise. I'd not expected to see James until we could arrange a meeting away from prying eyes - we had a lot of catching up to do. But when my mum returned from the supermarket in her car, she had a little present for me, though she certainly would not have realised how important it was. 'I've been in the village talking to the new family,' she said as I helped her get all the shopping bags into the house. 'Did you know they've got a boy who goes to your school?' 'No, I had no idea,' I lied smoothly. I'd been prepared for my mum talking about James, unaware how intimately I knew him already, and so the lie was ready-made. 'Well, he's probably a bit young for you to notice. He's just finished his first year. I told his mum that you might not mind too much showing him the ropes around here. Is that ok?' I had to force myself not to smile. My mum was providing me with the perfect opportunity to see James without any possibility of my motives being questioned. Trying to hide my happiness, I pretended to agree grudgingly, while my heart did somersaults in my chest. Trying not to appear too eager, I left it until the afternoon before I wandered up to the house opposite the newsagents, and casually knocked on the door. It was answered by a middle age woman who followed the housewife mould that my mum had almost perfected. I introduced myself politely, and explained that I would show James around the village if his mother didn't mind. She seemed all too eager to get him out of under her feet, and thankfully decided that James' little brother should stay in, not yet being old enough to come out with us big boys. Although he pouted, Paul (now there's irony for you...) didn't throw a tantrum, quite possibly because James took him to one side and spoke to him about it. I was quite amazed with his ability to calm his little brother - my elder brother would have taken to opportunity to taunt me if we'd been in a similar situation at that age, and I was touched that James cared enough about his brother to make sure he'd be ok. After a few awkward moments where James and I suddenly realised we'd been staring at each other and grinning while his parents were around, we finally left the house and ventured out into our new world together (ok, that sounds a bit corny, I know, but that's what it felt like). It was, typically enough, a glorious summer day. I don't know where they've all gone these days, but summers used to be filled with sunshine and warmth, and only the occasional thunder storm. This was one of those humid days, and you could feel the storm coming on, but we decided to have fun while we could, anyway. I'd once told James there was a place in the local woods a friend and I had built from old sheets of plywood and the odd plastic corrugated panel, and he decided that this was what he wanted to see first. I knew there was little chance that anyone would be there, since my friend had moved away a couple of summers previously, and few of the other kids n the village ventured out as far as the construction. It took about twenty minutes to make the hike, and we were both fairly sweaty by the time we scrambled through the undergrowth to our sanctuary. Most of the wood was rotting, and a significant part of the roof had caved in in one corner, but the floor was dry enough to sit on most of the time, especially given the great weather we were experiencing. James and I flopped down side by side, leaning against one another and panting slightly from the exertion in the summer heat. The seat running down my back was too much to handle, and I had to give my body room to breathe. Leaning forward, I stripped my sodden t-shirt from my torso and threw it onto the floor on the far side of the shack. James smiled a wicked smile as I did so, and stood to strip not only his t-shirt, but his shoes, socks and shorts. He stood there in the tightest pair of briefs I think I have ever seen, which left very little to the imagination. 'You like them?' he asked, his trademark devilish smile very much in evidence. 'Oh yeah...' 'I saw you coming up the road to our house earlier, so I thought I'd put them on for you.' 'Wow, thanks. Where did you get pants like that? Surely your mum doesn't buy them for you?' 'Nah, I nicked them off my brother!' I couldn't help laughing, which James decided to take as a cue to jump me. His sharp little fingers were all over my ribs, jabbing and poking, sending me into an uncontrollable bout of giggles. I would never have behaved around anyone else like this, but James bought out the side of me which had never grown up. When he finally relented, I stuck my tongue out at him, which was immediately sucked into his mouth. The kiss was pure passion, heightened by love. We sucked each others' back teeth out for minute after minute, his writhing on my lap bringing us both to full attention in no time. The front of his tiny briefs was tented out obscenely by his boyhood, which looked as if it had somehow grown in the time we'd been apart. My erection was trapped down one leg of my shorts, and James smiled as he reached down to release it from its prison. I smiled my thanks to James, and he released me so we could go back to the slow grinding and kissing. After another few minutes, he stopped to whisper in my ear. 'I need to get off!' I just nodded - I wasn't about to argue with that idea. James stood and pulled down his briefs in one movement, and I gazed at his dick with the same wonder I did every time I saw it. It was a perfect uncut specimen, perhaps just short of four inches, straight as a dye and as hard as rock. It jerked in time with his heartbeat, and I just had time to notice a maybe three or four little hairs at its base before James pushed forward into my mouth. I let him get about half way in before I turned the suction on big time and grabbed his behind to pull him the rest of the way. He gasped and shuddered slightly, and it was clear he really needed it when he started pumping in and out immediately, not giving me any time to lavish attention on the hard rod poking into my mouth. I made a tight tunnel with my tongue and the roof of my mouth, and I could feel James' foreskin rolling back and forth over his head as he fucked my mouth. Knowing what was going on in there was nearly enough to send me over the edge, and James' bare foot rubbing up and down the length of my hardness with his foot didn't help one bit. I actually came before James did, my cum oozing out of my unretracted foreskin and over his foot. The feeling triggered James' own orgasm, and he stiffened, shooting a couple of squirts of watery cum into my mouth, which I happily swallowed. The orgasm was too much for James, and his legs gave out. He slumped down on top of me, and quickly grabbed me in a bear hug, burying his head in my shoulder. I stroked his back slowly with both hands, occasionally scratching lightly with my fingernails, which I knew really relaxed my little boy love. I heard a mumbled message about missing me, before the strength leaked out of James' arms and he fell asleep on me. I must have been exhausted too, because the next thing I remember was being woken by an enormous peal of thunder. James, too, had come back to life with a start, and I could see a little fear in his eyes before he realised where he was sitting, and relaxed a little with a slight smile on his face. Predictably enough, the first heavy drops of rain started to fall before the rolling thunder had died away. I knew we would be safe in our shelter, but there was no way we could make it back to either of our houses without seriously risk of hypothermia, no matter how warm the rain. So we decided to stay put for the time being, and wait the storm out. I worked out from my watch that we'd been asleep for only about ten minutes, so the afternoon wasn't entirely gone, but James was a little worried that his parents would be panicking about him being out in the weather. Now was my chance to really impress my little boyfriend. Reaching into the pocket of my shorts, I pulled out my brand new mobile phone. It was about the time when the devices were beginning to be reasonably priced, and my dad had bought me one as an early birthday present. He claimed that it would help me out in case I got stuck anywhere, but I knew that really he was just as much a techno-junky as I was, and wanted to play with a new toy. James was stunned, and even more so when I said he should use it to call his parents and let them know he was safe. We decided that it was best to say that we were at my house, since I knew my mum would be out for the rest of the day and thus couldn't confirm whether we'd been there or not. The phone call was quickly made, James making me laugh when he made the universal hand motions to suggest that his mum wouldn't shut up. When it was done, we snuggled together to wait out the storm, listening in silence to the hammer of raindrops on the roof of the shelter. Holding tightly on to my young love, I smiled to myself. James noticed, and asked what was up. 'I was just thinking how much better my life is since you came into it,' I said. James smiled broadly and gave me a peck on the check, before leaning into me once more, hugging my arm around himself. It really was going to be a great summer.