Date: Tue, 09 May 2006 10:26:45 -1000
From: om6dude@hotmail.com
Subject: Time Away From the Family

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"Table for five?" the hostess asked.

"Yeah," my dad answered.

"Smoking or non?" She was irritatingly perky. Hosts and hostesses always
are.

"Non," he said.

"Alright, I can seat you immediately. Come right this way," she replied.

Every week, my parents insisted on taking the entire family out for dinner.
Restaurants are great; the family, less so. I'm a middle child, and along
with all that entails, my older brother is obnoxious and narcissistic, my
younger brother is usually quiet and withdrawn almost to the point of
catatonia, my mother, though as nice as you could wish for, could have her
head compared unfavorably to a helium balloon, and the only time my dad
really speaks up is to have an argument with my older brother.

Which pretty much sucks.

As soon as we got our table - which was soon, because the place was mostly
empty - my attention started to wander. Not that there's much in a Village
Inn that's any more interesting than the ongoing train wreck of my family.
Still, examining the peeling wallpaper was much more novel and unique an
experience to me than counting off the same old warning signs of a brewing
argument. We managed to order our food before the fight broke out, and
that's about the nicest thing that could be said, so the wallpaper presented
a pretty gripping alternative.

However, about a year ago I had started to notice boys with a vengeance. I'm
what you might call an early bloomer - twelve years old, and already I'd
started to hop on the hormone train. I was more or less a loner, though, so
I'd been limited to what I could do with my imagination and my computer.

I'm kind of a geek - the sort of tall and skinny you only really see in
people who've just hit a major growth spurt, a complexion the sort of pale
you can only get from going outside as little as humanly possible, grey-blue
eyes, and a mop of thick, messy dark blond hair. I don't dress like anything
much either; tonight I was wearing slightly baggy carpenter's jeans, a
t-shirt and a jacket.

So the sight of the cute guy about my age a few tables away managed to rivet
my attention pretty fast, once I noticed him. He was with only his parents,
the lucky stiff, although as he did have the flustered look of a kid who's
getting entirely too much parental attention, maybe it wasn't such good
luck. He was on the short side, just slightly chubby, with freckles and
short, dark brown hair. In other words, just about my type.

Normally, I keep to myself, but my older brother was having yet another
heated 'discussion' with my dad while my mother tried ineffectually to calm
them both down and my little brother was humming quietly to himself as he
colored on his placemat, so I pretty much stared at the kid across the room.
He was well worth oggling, and I was thoroughly enjoying myself until I
realized he'd caught me at it several seconds ago and was now eyeing me a
little nervously.

Reflexively I looked down, but I couldn't stop myself grinning, and a sudden
surge of boldness overtook me so I looked up again. He was staring fixedly
somewhere else now, but after a moment he glanced my way again. I could make
out his sudden blush from across the room, but he grinned himself for a
moment.

I must have returned the blush. I could feel the heat rise to my face, and
my heart sped up. I glanced back at my family to make sure they weren't
paying attention, then met the kid's eyes again. His parents had apparently
gotten deeply involved in a conversation that didn't include him, because
they didn't spare him a glance. He met my gaze and smiled shyly.

Well, hell. I couldn't pass up a chance like this. After returning the smile
with a cocky grin of my own, I nodded toward the restroom. Instantly his
smile vanished, to be replaced by a look of anxiousness that, to be honest,
matched what I was feeling better than my own expression. He glanced from
the bathroom door, to his parents, to me, and back again several times
before staring at his placemat, gulping nervously, and nodding.

The 'conversation' at my table was still in full swing, but I nonetheless
felt I should make some explanation instead of vanishing randomly, or else
my mom would've used my absence to get my dad and brother to stop fighting.
Fortunately, I had a ready-made excuse. Our family has this supersition
that, at a restaurant, the food won't come until someone gets up to go to
the bathroom. So I got up and said, "I'm hungry now, so I'm gonna head to
the restroom."

My dad didn't even notice; my mom just nodded distractedly and forgot
immediately.

He had beat me to the bathroom. No one else was in it. He looked like he was
about an inch from having a panic attack, so I smiled a little more
reservedly, trying to be calming and reassuring. Then, feeling suddenly
daring again, I examined him openly. His cargo pants sagged several inches
but his t-shirt was long enough to hide his underwear unless he got vigorous
and energetic. He wore the same brand of skate shoes as I did, though a
different style.

He blushed furiously at my examination, but returned the favor. We checked
each other out silently for a few moments. I couldn't really believe a guy
this attractive was interested in me, but eventually I found my voice, and
said, "So, d'you wanna do something?"

"Oh-" he squeaked, then continued in a more normal tone, "oh, uh, sure." He
shifted a little uncomfortably, apparently feeling put on the spot.

As I say, I hadn't had any personal experience with sex to this point, but
I'd been to enough internet sites to feel like I had a good grasp of the
basic mechanics. I wondered if he would. "You wanna go all the way?" I asked
as nonchalantly as I could, which wasn't really all that nonchalantly
because my heart had leapt into my throat at the possibility.

He gulped nervously again, looked down at his shoes, nodded.

I figured he probably didn't know what I had in mind, and just didn't want
to appear naïve, but I suddenly realized I wanted him so badly I didn't
mind. "Well, we can't do it here," I said, "cuz someone could walk in on us.
How about we go out to my dad's car?" He drove an SUV; I figured the
backseat would be plenty large enough for two kids our age, and the parking
lot for this restaurant was behind the building, where there were no windows
onto the area.

"O-oh-okay," he replied, stuttering a little.

We agreed it would be harder to sneak out together, so he went first and I
followed. The hostess wasn't at her desk, so we both made it out unnoticed
and met up outside the front door. Silently I led him to my dad's car,
praying all the while that I'd forgotten to lock my door.

Luck was with me; the rear door swung open and I got a good look at his
spectacular bum as he clambered across the backseat until he sat down with
his back to the opposite door. I climbed in after him, pulled the door shut,
sat down facing him. For another long moment, we just looked at each other.

He really was incredibly gorgeous to me. If I hadn't been wearing briefs, my
hard-on would have been visible from space. Just thinking about how he
looked, how he would look with his clothes off, and what we were about to do
was almost enough to make me cum. He seemed to be getting less and less
scared and more and more excited, too. He was breathing a little heavily
already, and his expression had gone from apprehensive to almost eager.

Unfortunately we were on a time limit, so after far too short a time looking
at this gorgeous boy in front of me, I said, "You should probably take your
pants down." He stared at me for a moment, then nodded and kicked his shoes
off; then he reached back and started pulling his pants and underwear off
together.

"Whoa," I said - unwillingly - "we don't really have time to get naked here.
Just, like, put your pants around your ankles and your underwear below your
knees."

He blushed, muttered, "Don't laugh," and did exactly as I said.

His dark blue briefs got me even harder - I've always liked a guy in briefs
- as did his smooth, hairless legs, bum and crotch. His uncut dick was
already leaking clear, shiny precum at a fairly rapid rate. I wasn't really
an expert in such matters, but it didn't seem too small to me. "Why would I
laugh?" I asked, genuinely curious.

He blushed, said, "I normally wear boxers. Briefs are for little boys."

I gave him a teasing mock glare, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, and then
pulled them halfway down my thighs. Apparently he wasn't entirely on the
level with his feelings about briefs, because at the sight of my white pair
his erection twitched and got a little bigger. It looked so enticing, I
couldn't help myself. I climbed across the seat toward him, lowered my face
into his crotch, and took the head of his dick into my mouth.

The feeling was electric, and it shot through me instantly from head to toe.
It must have been the same for him, because he gasped, "Oh wow," and put a
hand on the back of my head. I was circumcised, and I'd never seen an uncut
dick before, but I'd heard enough about it to know how to get him going.
First I went as far down on his cock as I could. I managed to take almost
all of it into my mouth without gagging. Shoving a little further, I found I
could go all the way down on him for a little while, so I went up and down
the entire length of his shaft, pressing my tongue into his cock so it
rubbed tightly between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. He gasped with
every pass.

After a few moments of this, I went all the way out, so only his head was
still in my mouth, and looked up to his face. It was transfixed with
ecstasy. He looked down at me, smiled delightedly, and stroked my hair. I
smiled back at him around a mouthful of cock, and he giggled.

Then I turned my attention back to his dick. Slowly, I slid my tongue into
his foreskin and started caressing the head of his cock. "Ohhh," he sighed,
then leaned his head against the window and closed his eyes. I found I
really liked the taste of his precum - maybe he drank a lot of soda to make
it so sweet. Slowly, but with a fair amount of pressure, I licked around the
edge of his sensitive cock head, in his piss slit, across the surface of his
cock head, and he moaned all the while.

His breathing began to speed up, so I took one last lick of his sensitive
cock head and went back to bobbing up and down along the whole length of his
dick. He moaned, "Oh yeah, oh yes, unnhh," every time I went down and came
up, and I sped up the pace until with a barely muffled cry, he thrust his
hips forward, pushed my mouth down all the way onto his cock, and
ejaculated, shooting several small loads of cum into the back of my mouth.
At the sensation, at the realization that this beautiful boy was cumming in
my mouth, my own dick shot off a much larger load of slippery, sticky cum
inside my briefs. The feel of that orgasm was incredible, and no one had
even touched my dick yet!

As soon as his grip relaxed, I went back to working his cock, licking up and
down the shaft until it was mostly soft. I carefully licked all his cum off
him and then sat back, savoring the taste as I swallowed it. "That was
unbelievable," he breathed softly, looking at me rapturously.

I smiled back at him, a little shyly. Everything I'd heard online made me
afraid what I wanted to do next would hurt him, and I realized I had
absolutely no desire to do that. However, I did want, very much, to fuck
this boy, so I asked, "Are you ready to do something for me?"

He looked uncertainly at my crotch. "I dunno. I bet I'm not half as good at
that as you are."

I looked down at the seat of the car as I said, "Actually, I had something
else in mind."

When I looked up, he was looking apprehensive again. I said, almost begging,
"Please? I promise you'll like it. And I'll suck you again when I'm done if
you want."

His expression was still dubious, but he nodded. I pulled my pants and
whitie-tighties down to a few inches above my knees - my dick was coming
back up already - and walked on my knees across the seat toward him. He
stared curiously at my bobbing cock as I advanced, and I realized he'd
probably never seen a circumsized one before. "Roll over and put your knees
under you," I told him, so he got up on his hands and knees with his
gorgeous bum toward me. Gently I adjusted his position so his little pucker
was at the right height and angle; then I started licking the fingers of my
right hand. He was looking over his shoulder, curious and a little
frightened, watching my every move.

His bumhole looked clean, so I bent my face down next to it, steeled my
nerves, and licked it. It wasn't really unpleasant at all. He flinched away,
but then on the second lick pressed back into my tongue a little. After a
few moments of this I had his pucker slick, so I put one spit-slick finger
to his hole, said, "Relax now," and pressed in gently.

It was a moment before he actually did relax enough to let my finger in, and
when he did he clamped down almost immediately on it, but I just held it
there inside him. Once he had got used to it and eased up a little, I
started rubbing his insides. Slowly I fucked him with one finger for a
little, then carefully inserted a second, and then a third. At the third, he
squeaked a little, and said, "Ow," so I stopped and held them there for a
moment. Then I gradually began to spread my fingers apart, paying close
attention to how he reacted and pacing the spreading to his feelings.

While doing this, I had been using my left hand to get a lot of spit onto my
own cock, which was even harder now than it had been while I was sucking his
dick. Once it was nice and slick, and I had my fingers spread wide inside
him, I took my hand out, put the throbbing head of my by-now rock-hard dick
against his bumhole, said "Relax," again, and slowly but firmly pushed in.

He had relaxed immediately, but as I buried my dick in his bum, he groaned a
little. I couldn't tell if it was pleasure or pain, but he didn't say
anything so I continued pushing until my bare hips were pressed tight
against his smooth bum.

He whimpered a little, so immediately I asked, "Does it hurt?"

"A little," he admitted, "but don't stop. It feels good too."

I waited for a moment to let him adjust, though the urge to hammer my cock
into him was intense now that I had my throbbing shaft shoved deep into his
warm, spit-slicked hole. I had always known my dick wasn't really huge, but
now I was glad of that; his arsehole was so tight, if I had been any bigger
I wouldn't have been able to fit my dick inside it!

My urges wouldn't be denied for long though, so before long I slowly drew my
dick outward until only the head and an inch of the shaft remained inside
him, then slightly faster pushed it back in. He moaned as I shoved back in,
but before I could ask anything, said, "Keep going. Harder."

Nothing would have made me happier, but I could only go so deep from that
angle. I shoved into him and pulled out and shoved back in a few more times,
but then stopped as far inside him as I could get and said, "Here, try and
roll over if you can." He looked back at me, puzzled, but did as I said.
Between the two of us, we managed to get him onto his back without me
pulling my dick out of him. I slid in between his legs, which were still
held together by his cargo pants and dark blue briefs, then lay down on top
of him. From this angle, I could stick my dick almost an inch further into
him. He moaned as I buried my entire cock into him, and said, "Harder?
Please?"

I was only too glad to oblige, but I didn't want to rush it. I had cummed a
few minutes ago while sucking him, so I figured I could stretch this out for
a while. A small part at the back of my brain was worried someone might see
us, or come looking for us, but that wasn't the head that was in charge now.
I pushed my dick into his bum with just a little more force, then kept that
pace for a few moments.

He was actively moaning now. Some part of him was aware of the need to keep
things private, so it was muffled, but every thrust into him drew a quiet
moan of, "Oh yeah, uh, oh, c'mon, yeah." I was afraid someone would hear us,
so I did the only thing I could think to do to quiet him; I kissed him full
on the mouth. He responded reflexively by sticking his tongue into my mouth,
which turned me on enormously.

However, I soon realized his quiet moans had been almost as arousing, so I
pulled off his mouth and began kissing his neck. He started moaning again,
which drove me wild; before long I had to thrust in harder. He got slightly
louder in response. Soon, I was shoving into him hard enough to hear a faint
slapping when my hips met his bum, and his moans had reached the volume of
normal talking.

My breath was coming faster and faster. Soon I started grunting slightly
myself with each thrust, and the sound of both our voices synchronized every
time I shoved my cock into his bum drove me even wilder. Only a moment more,
and my whole body tensed up for the second time. I shoved deep into him with
each shot of cum, releasing my semen deep inside him, and kept fucking him
for a few more moments while my dick softened. Once it was mostly soft, I
pulled out of him and brought my mouth back to his dick, but I had barely
licked up and down his shaft twice before he thrust forward and shot a
second load, larger than his first, onto my tongue.

I rolled the cum around a moment, swallowed it, then lay back down atop him.
My now-soft dick lay between his bum cheeks, and his legs were spread wide
and wrapped around my waist. We kissed for another minute, then I sat back
up and looked down at his gorgeous, soft body.

"Er, can I have my legs back now?" he asked sheepishly.

"Nah, you look cute with your ankles in the air," I answered.

He giggled at me, then gave me a more serious look. "Can we see each other
again?"

I had just been thinking about the same thing, and a sudden idea occurred to
me. I took out my pen from my pants pocket - I never went anywhere without a
pen - and flipped him over so he was on hands and knees with his bum toward
me again. Then before he could do more than shout, "Hey!", I had written my
phone number backwards on his bum.

"What was that?" he asked, a little hurt.

I smirked back at him and said, "There's only one way to find out, isn't
there?" Then I pulled my pants and underwear back up, readjusted my clothes
as much as I could, leaned over and kissed him again, then left the car and
went back into the restaurant.

And wouldn't you know it, the food had come while I was gone.

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