Date: Wed, 23 Feb 2000 07:23:45 PST
From: eagleman_50@hotmail.com
Subject: TJ - Twelve and Hot

  This is a story about a teenager and a preteen who are sexually involved.
If this offends you please don't read it. If you like this kind of stuff,
read on.

Part I

   I remember the first time he came to the center. Not because he did
anything to make it memorable, but because it was the same night that Manny
and I almost got caught by the security guy. We were engaged in a 'quickie'
in the upper office when Lenny, from security, tried to open the door. There
I was, leaning back across the desk, my pants and boxers down around my
ankles and Manny slurping on my pipe. Lenny shook the door and I almost lost
my bone, but Manny held me down and just kept on working that magic mouth.
He had locked it when we first entered the room, so he wasn't worried about
being caught. We finished up, sucked some more tongue and then went back
downstairs. By then Lenny was outside taking care of some other problem.
   Anyway, that was the night that TJ signed up. I saw him when he came in,
looking scared, not knowing what to do. I called him over and talked to him,
trying to put him at ease. I noticed that he was a handsome kid, almond
colored with curly brown hair and hazel eyes. I remember thinking that the
girls would be all over him when he got older. He was shy, but he had a
great smile with big dimples and once he realized I wasn't going to bite him
he loosened up. He told his name was Thomas Jordan Carson, that he was
twelve, had just moved in around the corner and he wanted to sign up for
recreation and the homework center. He also told me that everyone called him
TJ. I signed him up and told him where the gym was, expecting him to wander
in and get in a game.
   "They have food here?" He gave me a very serious look.
   "No, we don't TJ, not at night. You hungry?"
   "Yeah."
   "Well, I don't know..." I was at a loss but then I remembered the vending
machines.
   "C'mon."  I led him out into the hallway to the machines, found some
change and got a few bags of chips and a soda.
   "How about this?"  I handed to him and watched him quickly open a bag of
chips and devour them in a flash. "You didn't eat at home, TJ?"
   "Nope. Mom's out, she's always out." He said it quite matter-of-factly
and then began guzzling the soda.
   "When's the last time you ate?"  I was curious.
   "I ate the school lunch, that's it." All the chips were gone.
   "Will she be home later on tonight?"
   "Probably, but she always comes in real late." The soda was gone and he
was looking at the machines.
   "What about breakfast, man?" Now I was concerned.
   "No. I get it at school."
   "C'mon." I went back to the office, got my coat and ushered him out of
the center. I knew where I could get some food for this kid without any
problem.
   It didn't take long for me to get to my building. TJ followed me, walking
by my side without saying a word; actually, I said nothing either. I was
lost in thought as I considered that this kid was practically on his own, no
one to feed him. At seventeen I had never known what it was like to be
hungry. I mean, I live in the inner city and there were lots of things that
we didn't have, but my grandmother always made sure we had plenty to eat.
Knowing my grandmother, I knew she would see to it that TJ didn't go to bed
hungry this night.
   "Grandma, this is TJ. TJ, this is my grandmother." I had entered the
apartment and gone straight to the kitchen. My grandmother was sitting at
the table, watching TV, and reading the newspaper.
   "Hello, TJ. Nice to meet you, son. Cute little thing, ain't you."
TJ blushed and put out his hand to shake hers.
   "TJ's kinda hungry, Grandma."
   "Well, well, we can fix that." She was talking loudly as she always did,
a result of a hearing loss, probably due to age.
   In no time TJ was seated at the table eating some of my grandmother's
good southern food. We both noticed that he had a great appetite and refused
nothing that was offered.  While he was eating he told my grandmother the
same thing he told me about his mother. My grandmother is the type who will
take anybody's child in and she immediately assumed a protective role
towards TJ.
   After he ate I took him home.  He only lived about two blocks from me,
but it was dark and I didn't want him out by himself. The first thing I
noticed when we entered his apartment was the lack of furniture. There were
very few items in it - a mattress on the floor, a table in the kitchen,
nothing much. As I was surveying this dismal scene, his mother arrived. He
introduced me to her and I told her where he had been and why. I was curious
about her response.
   "Oh, that's nice. I ain't able to take care of him sometime. I sure
appreciate it,...Khalil. That's your name, right?"
   She was pretty, but she was real thin. I knew the look - drugs. I learned
later that she was 27, which meant she had TJ when she was just 15. He had
no idea who his father was, but he had had a long succession of 'uncles' and
'stepfathers'.
   "Yes, it's Khalil." I was annoyed that this woman was so careless about
this handsome kid.
   "You know, it might be a good idea if he went to your house after school.
What'd you think?"
   I was dumbfounded. This woman didn't know me, had no idea what I was
about and she was pushing her son off on me. I could see that she had no
time for this kid. But what really bothered me was that she wasn't ashamed
of it. I was just seventeen, but I knew this was wrong. I started to
protest, but I realized that if I didn't agree he would just be left alone
without any supervision. I also knew my grandmother would be glad to have
him come there.
   "I think that's a good idea. We can start tomorrow. OK?" I turned to TJ
and winked at him. He smiled back and I sensed that a load had been lifted
off his shoulders. I told him how to get to my house from his school and I
left.
   My grandmother wasn't surprised when I told her about TJ's mother. She
said it was 'just a feeling' she had. Of course, she was glad that he would
be coming to our place. She loved feeding folks, especially folks who had
good appetites like TJ.
   That's how it started. He began coming to our house everyday and soon he
was functioning like a part of the family. I learned from him that he and
his mother had lived with her mother until he was ten. She had tried to do
what she could for him, but it was difficult because his mother used so much
of the money on drugs. She had been a stable force in his life: taking care
of him, seeing that he was clothed, teaching him manners, etc. But his
grandmother had died two years previously and that was when he and his
mother started living like gypsies.
   I began to think of him as a little brother and spent a lot of time with
him. I also became very protective of him, trying to shield him from the
callous attitude of his mother. Like I said, TJ was a  handsome kid. He was
about five feet tall, with almond colored skin, brown curly hair that could
get really disorderly. I figured that he was the result of a mixed
relationship - his mother was a dark-skinned black woman, but his father
must have been Hispanic or a very light black man. He was thin, but not
skinny and I couldn't help but notice that he had a very desirable pair of
melon buns. Then there were those eyes, those hazel colored eyes. They were
the first thing that everyone noticed about him - bright, lightly colored
and intense.   He was an intelligent kid and did well in school. He was also
very affectionate and that created some problems. I mean, he would be
hanging on me all the time, touching, feeling, just playing. I liked the
interaction, but many times I had difficulty hiding my bone. I know he
noticed it, but he said nothing.
   Every evening he would stay as late as he could and then I would walk him
home. Sometimes his mother would be there and sometimes she wouldn't. Many
times I would wait, but sometimes I had to leave him by himself. TJ even
came over on the weekends, staying as late as he could. My grandmother even
got him to go to church with her. Then it was usually just Grandma and TJ, I
had stopped going because Sundays were the days that Manny and I got
together; that is, until he left.
   Manny, Manuel Rodriguez, was my best friend. He was nineteen and, like
me, always horny. Sometimes we did some other things beside sharing our
bodies, but the most important thing for us was the sex. It had started the
summer before with mutual jerking and then proceeded to sucking and finally
we got to fucking each other. Sundays were our day. Since my grandmother
would be away most of the day we could spend it in bed, experiencing one
orgasm after another. There were also times that Manny spent the night on
Fridays, but Sundays were the best. That all ended when Manny decided that
since he couldn't find a job, the army was the place for him. He had been
gone for about a month and I was seriously missing his hot body. That may
have been the reason things happened like they did, but I kind of think they
would have developed anyway.
   One evening after I had taken TJ home I was in my room watching TV when I
heard my grandmother talking to someone. When I came out into the living
room there was TJ with his mother. I noticed a small suitcase on the floor
next to my grandmother and knew exactly what this meant. His mother was
explaining that she had to be away for a few days and wanted to know if he
could stay with us. My grandmother readily assented and everything was
arranged.
   "Where's he going to sleep, Grandma?" I was wondering about what
arrangements she was going to make.
   "Well, he could sleep on this couch, or..." She looked at me, smiling.
   "I could sleep with you, Kha." He had taken to calling me Kha for short.
I looked into his hazel eyes and knew I couldn't resist.
   "No problem, TJ. C'mon." My grandmother grinned and went back to her
room.
   My room is on one end of the apartment and hers is on the other.
Actually, mine is the first room after you enter the apartment and her's is
at the back. All the other rooms separate ours. If I turn on soft music she
can't hear me and I can't hear her. I found it very convenient on the nights
that Manny stayed over.
   "Wow, this is cool, Kha. I'm gonna sleep with you." TJ was really
excited, more excited than I had ever seen him.
   "Yeah, man, me and you together." I smiled at him and felt my rod begin
to harden. I had on sweats and I knew the bulge would be apparent soon, so I
turned and got busy in my closet.
   We set around watching TV for awhile and then, because it was Thursday
and school the next day, I decided that we needed to go to bed.
   TJ went to the bathroom which gave me a chance to get undressed and get
in bed. I wasted no time in stripping down to my boxers and jumping. He came
in, undressed in front of me without any embarrassment and crawled in bed.
For some reason my grandmother had bought me a double bed, it was big enough
for us to lay on each side and leave a space in the middle. I reached up,
turned out the light and closed my eyes.
   "Kha?" TJ was whispering and he sounded cute. I almost laughed.
   "Yeah, TJ?"
   "You like this?"
   "What, man? You bein' here?"
   "Yeah."
   "Yes, I do, bro. You like it."
   "Yeah, I been wantin' this."
   Silence. I said nothing. I noticed that he had moved closer to me, but I
was trying to play it off. My dick wasn't, though. It was hard and straining
against my boxers.
   "Kha, why you get bone all the time?"  This was definitely unexpected.
   "What'd you know about that, TJ?"
   "I seen you, Kha, you bone a lot."
   "Well, when you seventeen that happens." I had been laying on my side
facing the wall, but I turned over on my back and looked at him. The light
from the street was illuminating his face and I could see his handsome
visage as he looked up at me. He had turned on his side and was facing me.
   "Kha?"
   "Yeah, TJ?"
   "Can I touch it?"
   "Touch what?"  The minute I said it I thought 'what a stupid question.'
   "Your dick."
   "Why, man." I had no idea where this was going.
   "Just wanna. Been wantin' to"
   I was trying to think of a way to handle this but he didn't give me any
time. The next thing I knew I his hand was moving down the front of my
boxers, rubbing my cock. I jumped.
   "TJ, man, what you doin'!"
   "Touchin' you, Kha, that's all. You don't like it?" There was a pleading
in his voice.
   "Well, I..." What do you say. Of course I liked it. I wanted him to do it
again.
   He did. This time his hand grasped my rod through the boxers and I moaned
softly. He must have taken this for consent, because his hand began moving
up and down along the shaft.
   "TJ, you know what you doin'?"
   "Feeling it, Kha. You like it, right?"
   Our eyes were locked together, both of us laying on our sides facing one
another. I liked what he was doing, but I kept thinking 'he's only twelve.'
   "TJ, we can't do this. I might get in trouble." He removed his hand and
raised up so that he was looking down at me.
   "How's that gonna happen, Kha? Who's gonna know? I ain't tellin' nobody.
You?"
   "No, TJ, it's just that..." His hand went back to rubbing.
   "Grandma won't know, she can't hear that far. Please Kha?" There was that
pleading tone again. My resistance was breaking. I really don't know if it
had been very strong in the first place.
   I began to wonder if one of his mother's 'friends' had done anything with
him.
   "TJ, you ever done this stuff before?"  I was almost afraid of what he
might say.
   "No. Nothing like this. Heard some guys at school talkin', but I ain't
done nothing, Kha."  He was so innocent, so desirable, but he was just
twelve.
   His hand was just moving up and down the shaft, his eyes locked into
mine.
   "Wait, TJ." I lay back down, raised my ass up, and shucked off my boxers.
Now I was naked. TJ immediately reached over and grasped the shaft of my
hard cock. His hand encircled it and he stroked it.
   "This is big, Kha, real big." I looked at him, he was grinning. He knew
he had won.
   As I watched he sat up in bed, took off his t-shirt and then his jockey
shorts. He was naked. He turned and looked at me and I reached up and pulled
his face to mine. Our lips touched, he pressed his thin lips hard against
mine and I pushed my tongue into his mouth. Without any hesitation he rolled
over on top of me, pushing his body against mine. My tongue was deep in his
mouth as my hands encircled him, caressing his naked back. I began grinding
up against him and he pushed his cock into mine. He was hard. My hands kept
moving down his back until I reached his ass globes. They were jutting and
rounded, like two halves of a melon and I squeezed them tightly. He
responded by raising his ass, giving me greater access to him. I put one
hand back around his neck and held him tightly, letting my fingers run
through his curly hair.
   I broke the kiss and looked up at him.
   "This is sooooooo good, Kha. Oh yeah!" He was grinning from ear to ear. I
realized this was one hot kid!
   "You like this, TJ?"  I knew the answer to the question, but I just
thought I'd ask.
   "Yeah. Don't stop, Kha, please." He leaned down to kiss me again, but I
held him up.
   "Wait, let me handle this, TJ."
   I eased him off me onto the bed. He was lying on his back looking at me.
I leaned over him, kissed him gently on the lips and then proceeded to work
my way down his beautiful brown body. I kissed his chin, his neck, and then
started working on his preteen nipples. I suckled one until it was semi-hard
and then moved to the other. I took my time and made sure it was good for
him. He moaned and raised up so that he was pushing each nipple in my mouth.
I put my arm around him and pulled him to me, feeling the heat from his
body, savoring the taste of his boyflesh. I was holding him tightly, feeding
on each nipple, biting, sucking and licking all over his chest. He had one
hand on each side of my head, holding me and trying to kiss my forehead.
   I released his tits and moved down to his stomach, taking time to push my
tongue into his navel, listening to him giggle. Then I hit his nearly
hairless pubes. I sniff, kissed and moved on, getting to the base of his
hard cock. I grasped the shaft in my hands, marveling at its size. I guessed
he was about five inches, big for a kid his age. I looked up at him, saw the
look of wonder in his eyes and then engulfed the entire thing in my mouth. I
heard him cry out and fall back onto the bed. My mouth began working up and
down the shaft, slurping on his boycock, giving him more pleasure than he
had ever had before. Instinctively, he began humping up into my mouth,
quietly calling my name. I had moved so that I was between his legs, one
hand holding his cock and the other pushing through the dark valley toward
his anus. He realized what I was doing and spread his legs out on the bed. I
reached up into the dark passage, found the spot I was looking for and
pressed against it. It was tight and unyielding, I had expected that.
   I let his dick pop out of my mouth and began licking his balls, taking
one and then the other in my mouth. I kept moving down, down toward that
hole that my finger had tried to invade. I lifted his legs and pushed them
back so that his knees were flat aginst his chest. The cover was off and the
light from the street was enough for me to see his virgin hole. I could see
the puckered opening and I smiled as I looked back into his eyes. Then I
bent over and licked the hole, he grasped and called my name again. He
smelled just like I would expect a twelve year old to smell - fresh and
clean. I sniffed and then blew on the hole. Another big moan. Then I
attacked his private opening with a vengeance. My tongue brushed back and
forth across the tiny opening, licking and tasting. I put a finger on his
anus, used it to leverage the hole open and pushed my tongue in as deep as
it could go. He was raising his ass to give me as much access as he could
give. I need it because I was determined to reach to the depths of this
slimy passage. My tongue feasted on his boyhole for a long time. I enjoyed
the taste and the smell; I also enjoyed the sound of his response to my hot
tongue.
   After awhile I stopped, wet my fingers and began pushing them up into the
saliva-slicked hole. This time the resistance wasn't as great. One finger
popped in, then another and soon I had three fingers sqirming up in his hot
hole. He was squirming on the bed, lifting his ass, turning his head from
side to side, moaning softly. I moved back to his hard cock and, once again
I took it in with one gulp. My fingers and my mouth were in perfect sync and
I knew he was going to come. His moans got louder, I thought about putting a
hand over his mouth, but I knew my grandmother could never hear him.
   "Kha, ooooooooooooooooooooh, Khaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" His stiff rod
erupted in my mouth, filling my oral cavity with his juice, not thick like a
man's, just boyjuice. But there was a lot of it and he shook and shuddered
like a leaf in the wind, his body rising up and falling back on the bed as
this powerful orgasm shook him.
   I took him in my arms and held him, kissing him on the forehead. He
looked up at me, tears in his eyes, a smile on his face. I saw the love
there and I knew he and I would never be the same.
   "Kha, oh man, that was sooooooooo good. Shit, yeah!" He raised up and
kissed me, pushing his tongue in my mouth. At the same time his hand reached
down and grasped my still-hard rod.
   "You hot, TJ, real hot." I smiled at him and ran a hand through his hair.
   "Kha, do some more, please." That pleading again. "When you put your
tongue on my ass it felt so good, oh man. What came out of my dick?" He
looked at me, same innocent look.
   "That was semen, later on when you put it in a girl it makes babies."
   "Ain't never puttin' it in a girl. Don't have to." He said it with a
fierceness that surprised me.
   "Well, it's too early to tell, TJ. Let's just take it as it comes."
   "Well, let's say I don't think I will, Kha. Do it some more." Here he
was, being a little boy again, pleading for more.
   He pushed me down on the bed and threw himself at me, doing to me what I
had done to him. He kissed me everywhere, real passionate, trying to worship
my body as I had done to his. When he got to my nipples, he sucked on them
until they got hard and stood at attention. Then he moved to my navel, my
pubes and finally, my hard cock.
   "Man, Kha, this thing is big!"  I grinned at him as he looked at my
dripping dick. He wasn't intimidated by the size, though; he bent over and
licked the head, then he took it in his mouth. He tried to do to mine what I
had done to his but he couldn't - his mouth wasn't big enough and he didn't
have the skills. But he made up for it in determination. He sucked on it,
getting as much of it in his mouth as he could. Then he began licking the
shaft over and over from every side. I got a picture of a kid with a
lollipop.
   I thought about the entire scene: there I was, laying naked on my bed,
covers thrown back, a beautiful naked twelve year old kid between my legs,
sucking my eight inch rod. It wasn't just that TJ was greedily devouring my
cock, it was that he obviously loved doing it. I could tell by his moves
that he hadn't ever done this before, but he was learning fast and he was so
involved I knew this was his thing.
   Following my example, he released my cock and started licking my balls,
paying attention to each one separately. Then he moved down toward my anus,
letting his tongue touch every part of that sensitive area of my body. I
lifted my legs, pulled my knees to my chest and he plunged right into my
hole. TJ's tongue flicked back and forth across my hole, tasting my funky
spot. He started pushing it in, trying to get to the inner part of my body.
His face was flush up against my asscheeks and his tongue was working me
over furiously. I was moaning and sighing and I knew he was turned on by all
the noise. Almost instinctively I grabbed my dick and started stroking it. I
was raising my ass off the bed, trying to get his tongue in deeper as I felt
my orgasm rising from within. At that point he stuck his finger into me and
pushed it up and up. Then he raised up, pushed my hand away from my cock and
took the head in his mouth. His finger pushed and his mouth sucked and I
exploded. I didn't even try to warn him, I just flooded his mouth with jolt
after jolt of my white jizz. He swallowed as much as he could and then let
some run out of the side of his mouth and down his chin.
   I fell back on the bed, shuddering in the throes of a very intense
orgasm. He fell on top of me and began kissing me over and over on the
forehead. His lithe body was pressed against mine and I held him tightly as
I enjoyed the afterglow of our lovemaking. I began licking my cum off his
chin, stopping to kiss him as I did.
   "Was I good? Did I do it right, Kha?" His whispered questions amused me.
   "Yeah, TJ, you were great, baby. I love you?"  I looked into his eyes and
saw tears begin to form. "What's the matter, handsome?"
   "Khalil, I love you so much. I been lovin' you since seein' you the first
time at the center. Since my grandmother nobody's taken time with me before.
I love you." He put his head on my chest and cried. I held him tightly and
let my hands run across his back.  His beautiful body was nestled against
mine and I felt so complete with this handsome twelve year old in my arms.
All the guilt that I had felt before melted away as I caressed his lovely
form.


Part II

   This is the continuation of a story about a teenager and a preteen who
are sexually involved. If this kind of stuff offends you, don't read it. If
it's your thing, read on.

   I reached to pull up the covers and TJ stopped me.
   "We ain't finished, right?"  He looked at me, his hazel eyes locking into
mine.
   Actually, I was hard and ready for more, but I didn't know what to expect
from him.
   "Up to you, man."
   He answered by pressing his body against mine, mashing our stiff rods
together. My hands moved to his ass, cupping his rounded buns, feeling their
lush muscularity. He was definitely a handsome kid with a great body, and
eager to share it.
   I eased out from under him, leaving him laying on his stomach in front of
me.  I looked down at his slender supple body, joined to a pair of long legs
which were topped by a perfect pair of melon buns, jutting out invitingly.
It was as though someone had stuck two halves of a soccer ball on his lithe
frame. I got between his legs, pushing them apart with mine and looked at
the deep cleft between his twin globes. I put a hand on each cheek and
spread them, looking in. Even in the semi-darkness I could see the virgin
hole. I bent over and kissed it again. He sighed and pushed up, encouraging
me to do more. I did - kissing, licking, blowing on the brown spot. I wet
him by easing saliva into the hole, getting it ready for what was to come.
Then I pushed a finger up into him, listened to his response and added
another. Soon I had three fingers up in his rectum, playing with his preteen
prostate, listening to his moans of pleasure. I had no idea twelve year olds
could enjoy this kind of stuff - I was real naive and in for a definite
surprise.
   I worked on his tiny hole for a long time, expanding it with my fingers,
getting it ready to take my hard pole. He kept pushing up against my digits,
letting me know that he liked what I was doing. I don't think he had any
idea what was coming.
   After a long time of finger fucking his hot ass I pulled up and got off
the bed.  He watched me as I went to a drawer, got some lube and got back
between his legs. I used a lot of lube on his puckered opening, pushing it
up into him and working it around inside. Then I applied a generous amount
to my throbbing rod. I lay down on his back and pushed my cock along his
asscrack. He moaned and raised his ass, mashing it against my dick.
   "TJ, this may hurt at first. When I push in you push out, OK?" I was
whispering in his ear.
   "Yeah, Kha. I'm ready. Ain't gonna hurt, Kha. I love you."
   I kissed the back of his head and then thought of something.
   "Hey, baby, let's change positions."
   I eased off him and lay on my back on the bed.
   "Get over me. Yeah, that's right." He raised up and sat over me, his ass
directly over my hard cock. He knew exactly what to do. I held my cock and
he began easing down, positioning his hole over my prong. When the tip
touched his hole, he sighed and then kept up the pressure, trying to impale
himself on my fleshly spear. I felt it pop into his twelve year-old virgin
hole and he cried out. It was a soft cry, but I knew he was in pain. I tried
to push him off, but he held tight.
   "No, I can take it, Kha. I want it." With that he pushed down again and a
couple of inches pushed into his anal passage. He was hot and tight and I
wanted to fill him with my massive member, but I didn't want to hurt him. My
hands were under him, holding his rounded buns as they slowly eased down on
my hard shaft. He kept lowering himself, taking more of my lubed-slick dick
into his hot ass. I could see the pain etched on his face, but I could also
see the determination. He kept slowly easing down, taking inch after inch
until he was sitting on me, my entire cock embedded in his hot fleshly
tunnel. I looked up at him and he grinned at me.
   "I got it, Kha, all of it."
   "Yeah, baby, you feel so good." I grinned back, waiting for a signal from
him before I started humping into his beautiful booty. I didn't have to wait
long.  Without saying a word or getting any further instructions, he began
raising up and then easing back down. I pushed up into him and he moaned,
letting me know that I had hit the right thing.
   He started a slow rising and falling motion, holding me tightly within
his narrow muscular sheath. The feelings were awesome - unbelievably tight,
incredibly hot. It wasn't long before he picked up the pace, raising and
falling in a rhythmic motion that enabled him to control the humping. His
tight passage was gripping my thick member like a glove grips a hand. I
looked up at him in the semi-
darkness of the room - his slender body was framed in the dim light, moving
up and down as though he were riding a horse. His head was thrown back and
moans were coming from deep within his young chest. I could see he was
definitely enjoying this coupling. I reached up with both hands and grabbed
his tender nipples, squeezing them, causing him to moan even louder. The
rise and fall of his supple body on my throbbing member was causing
incredible sensations to flow through my body.
   I released his nipples, put my hands under his ass, and lifted him up.
Then I began humping up into him, lifting my ass off the bed, propelling my
raging cock deep into his steamy hole. He looked down at me, lust gripping
his face as he surrendered himself to the hard cock that was pummeling his
hungry ass. I don't know how long I humped up into him, but I was in
complete control and I relished it.
   After awhile I pulled him down on my pubes, gripped him from behind and
gently lowered him onto the bed, rising over him as I did. I lay him down on
his back and he, realizing instantly what I was doing, raised his legs and
wrapped them around my waist. I was now on top of him, my hard cock still
firmly embedded in his torrid tunnel, his legs lifted up and wrapped around
me. This was the position for deep drilling and I did it. I began pulling
out and slamming in with powerful thrusts. He hugged me tightly, nibbled on
my ear and moaned with each hard thrust of my rigid member. I was plowing
him deep and hard and he was raising his ass to receive each jab. Like a
piston, my cock was ramming into him, filling him, touching him in the right
place, bringing him awesome sensations. His supple body was glued to mine as
he held me, encouraging me with his groans, sighs and sensual moans.
   Soon he started grunting each time I slammed into him. His hands were
running wildly over my back, sometimes gripping my ass, sometimes moving up
to my neck. I could tell my the way he was breathing that he was approaching
an orgasm. I wasnt' ready so I stopped and just lay still.
   "Kha, Kha, don't stop. Please.....!" The pleading in his voice got to me.
I raised up and slammed down again. I did it about three times and he came.
   "Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Khaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Another
flow of thin white juice.
    I waited for him to come down off his second orgasmic high and then I
pulled out, looked at the expanded hole and slammed back in again. I
repeated the action.
   "Yeah, do that, Kha. That's so good....."
    I kept it up - pulling all the way out, pausing, and then slamming back
in. I don't know how long I did it, but each time I heard him grunt and
moan, I knew I was doing something right, so I kept it up. His hands were at
his sides, his head was rolling back and forth as he gave himself up to my
hard cock. Finally I pushed it in and began thrusting again; long, deep
strokes flowed into his hot, preteen body and he started rising to meet each
one. I had begun to realize how much he enjoyed being fucked and I knew he
would never be the same again; but I also knew I wouldn't either.
   I fucked into his boyhole long enough for him to join me as I came to an
incredibly intense climax. I pushed deep into his supple body, held my cock
there and exploded in a mind-boggling orgasm that shook me over and over and
over again. I filled his channel with my cum as spurt after spurt careened
against the wall of his anal passage, soaking him and marking him as mine.
   I pulled my semi-hard cock out of his tight passage and rolled over onto
my back, staring at the ceiling, awed by the incredible intensity of my
orgasm.
   He immediately rolled over on top of me and kissed me.
   "Oh God, Kha! That was sooooooo good. So gooooooood!" He drew the words
out so as to emphasize them, to let me know how really good it was.
   "You liked it, baby?" I looked up into his hazel eyes, smiling at his
perfect innocence.
   "Yeah! I love this. This is fucking, ain't it." He was grinning like a
chesire cat.
   "Yep, that's what it is." How could this kid be so eager, so innocent, so
loving?
   "Let's do it again."
   "Whoa, man, you're insatiable."
   "What's that, Kha." He had rolled over and was lying on his back next to
me, but his hand was on my chest, playing with my nipples.
   "Can't get enough." I smiled at him and looked down at his lithe body. He
was hard, just as if we hadn't done anything. What had I stumbled upon?
   "No, I guess not. I like it, Kha." I heard the twelve year old in his
voice when he said it. I reached down and grasped his hard cock, he was
ready for more.  I looked at the clock - it was 1:11AM. We had been at this
since 10:40 and I was just as horny as he was.
   I reached for the lube and greased up his hard cock. He knew exactly what
we were going to do.
   "I'm gonna fuck you?" He was amazed at such a thing, but I knew he was
eager.
   "Yeah, why not?"
   I lay back down and pulled my knees to my chest, exposing my hole to his
hazel eyes. Just as he had seen me do, he lubed my hole, pressing his
fingers in deep, slicking me up for his five inch tool. Then he got in place
and slowly pushed into my hot body. Manny was seven inches and I had learned
to take him easily, so TJ wasn't difficult. It was just the fact that it was
this twelve year old incredibly handsome kid who was doing it that made it
so special.
   When he lay down on me I knew I had him completely encased in my hot
hole.
   "Kha, its so hot. So hot. Oh, man."
   He began stroking me. I talked to him, told him to pace himself and he
did, getting into an in and out rhythm that was good for both of us. His
cock wasn't as long as Manny's but it touched the same place and gave me
orgasmic thrills just like his. He put his hands under my shoulders, reached
around and gripped them tightly and used that grip to leverage himself as he
began a relentless plowing into my steamy tunnel. His jutting ass was rising
and falling with each stroke of his hard cock and it turned me on just to
look over his shoulder and see it.  I reached and grabbed his ass, pushing
and pulling with each stroke, helping him to fuck me with savage thrusts.
He used his boycock like a piston, slamming into me with powerful thrusts
that assaulted my prostate and gave me continual sensations. I couldn't
believe the intensity of his humping.
   His head was nestled in my shoulders and he kept up a steady litany of
grunts and moans as he fucked me with powerful strokes. Our bodies flowed
together like a machine, joined by his hard boycock.
Just before he came his cock seemed to expand within me and then burst. When
it did he cried out in his ecstasy, his young body shaking in the throes of
his third climax.
   His cock eased out of my steamy hole, but he continued to lay on top of
me. I ran a hand through his hair, kissed him on the forehead and then he
fell asleep.
   I lay there in the dark, thinking about what had happened. I had just
made love to a beautiful twelve year old and it had been the most awesome
experience of my young life. I knew I would want him again and again. It was
not just his beauty, but I loved him, and I knew he loved me. I can't really
begin to describe the thrill of  filling him with my teenaged seed as he
opened himself up to me. I lay there holding him tightly and soon fell
asleep with him on top of me.
   The sun woke me up as it filtered into the room.  I looked at the clock
and realized we had to get up soon, before my grandmother came down to
awaken us. He was still lying on me, breathing gently, his head nestled on
my shoulders. I ran a hand through his hair and he awoke, looking up at me.
He smiled and then kissed me.
   "I love you Kha. I love you so much. I ain't never goin' back with my
mother."
   He raised up and lay on top of me, pushing his hard boycock against my
hard teenaged cock. I knew what he wanted, because it was what I wanted, but
I also knew we didn't have much time. It was 5:28 and my grandmother would
be down at 6 on the dot.
   I found the lube, slicked us both up and then rolled him over on his
back. He lifted his legs and offered himself to me. I got between his legs,
put my cock on the small hole and eased in. It wasn't as difficult as
before, but he was still tight. Once in I fucked him with deep, long
strokes. He held me tightly and worked with me until we both came with
another powerful orgasm. I quickly pulled out, jumped up and went to the
window, opening it to let the smell of sex out (something Manny taught me),
and then started for the bathroom.
   Grandma never knew what went on in that room that night or on any other
night for that matter. TJ's mother came back but only to ask  if he could
stay with us permanently. It was arranged and then she disappeared forever.
   TJ is now fifteen and  he is more handsome now that he was at twelve.
He's tall, with a clear almond complexion, and a shock of curly brown hair
that is neatly disordered. He's got big dimples that appear when he smiles
and his piercing hazel eyes still attract attention. His boycock is now a
man's size - eight inches and it will probably grow some more. He uses it
quite skillfully and as often as he can. His jutting ass has only grown more
desirable and he gives it to me whenever I want it, which is very often.
Like he said when he was twelve, he has no plans on putting semen in any
girl, because he puts it all in me. The love between us has grown so deep
and so binding I couldn't imagine being without him.