Date: Fri, 31 Mar 2006 03:28:32 -0800 (PST)
From: John Chappell <kruper123@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Man and a Boy, Part 4

(This entire series of stories is totally fictitious)

                         A Boy and a Man, Part 4

My name is Scot and I am a college freshman. For the summer my dad got
me a job with a computer company. Being a fairly good-looking and horny
gay guy, the men I was working with sometimes really got me excited. One
guy especially, Bob, was a real hunk and I couldn't help fantasizing
about him and undressing him with my eyes whenever we were around each
other.

Frequently sent to the storeroom on the fourth floor to get this or
that, I discovered a men's room at the end of a short corridor that
apparently was seldom, if ever, used. There were only two urinals and
two stalls, but it was a perfect "unloading station" for me. Whenever
the pressure got too much between my legs I could always head there for
a good masturbation session.

One morning I headed up to my `private' jackoff room just at coffee
break, but when I opened the door, there was Bob. Since you can here
someone coming a long ways off, he wasn't surprised when I entered but I
was to find someone else there, and especially that gorgeous guy
standing at the urinal. Trying to act nonchalant I walked over to the
other one and unzipped, mumbled a "hi" and sneaked a peek at Bob's dick.
He had taken out his testicles as well as his cock. I tried not to stare
and act normally but, being nervous, I was having trouble peeing. It
took me a few moments to realise that Bob wasn't either.

I ventured another quick look at Bob and he noticed where my eyes were
going for he pulled back slightly so I could get a better look. There
was that beautiful uncut penis with an extra amount of foreskin, lying
flaccid on his ballsac. I instinctively moved back a bit when he did and
I noticed he was appreciating my 19 year-old piece of meat also.

"Kid, you're beautiful," he said.

This was the cute guy I had been lusting after since I got my summer job
there and now he was standing in front of me with his sexy dick hanging
out. What could I do but reach my hand out to caress it?

"Oh, yeah, Scott, play with it just like I want to play with your dong.
You don't know how many times I wanted to hold your love tool," and with
that Bob dropped to his knees and opened his mouth, letting my quickly
stiffening penis enter his warm, wet, and hungry orifice.

I stroked the back of his head as his busy hands undid my trousers and
pulled them down while his talented mouth continued to milk my boner. He
didn't even have time to get my jockey shorts down before I splashed all
over -- inside his mouth, on his lips and face, and on my shorts.

"Gawd, kid you're fast. I didn't know  you were going to unload so much
spunk so quickly. Just keep your crotch on my face, babe, while I milk
my fuck stick."

With that Bob started stroking his man dick while I watched his knob go
in and out of his foreskin. His tongue and lips took good care of the
glop all over my dick and undies while his jackoff got faster and faster
until he exploded a huge amount of cream on the tile floor.

"Sorry we didn't get more serious, Scott, but we've got lots of time for
other things," he said. "You are one hot number and your face is so
beautiful I could spend hours just kissing and licking it."

"Gosh, Bob, I really want you so bad and now I have to get back to work.
Can we get together here tomorrow?" I asked.

"Sure, but let's do it on the lunch hour so we can have more time. See
ya sexy!"

All that afternoon all I could daydream about was that beautiful penis
with cum oozing from its foreskin. I wanted to jerk off so badly that
night but fought the temptation just to save up my semen for what I knew
was coming tomorrow. The next morning I showered carefully, making sure
everything was nice and clean, and I purposefully did not wear any
underwear that morning.

Finally the time came and I saw Bob leave for our fourth-floor
rendezvous. I gave him a few minutes and then took the elevator up to
our "special place." When I opened the door, Bob had already prepared
for me; he was standing at the urinal but his pants and undershorts were
down around his ankles.

"Get over here quick, Scott, before I get hard.," he said. " I have to
take a wicked piss and I want your help. Stand behind me, put your hand
between my legs, and hold my dick."

I did as he requested and immediately let go a heavy stream of pee. I'd
pulled back his skin but on his instructions I pushed it forward again
to let the warm piss squirt through the opening, and then moved his hood
back and forth like I was masturbating him, splashing all over the
urinal until he had finished peeing. I had never felt another dick
peeing and the experience was exciting, even though I don't go in for
water sports as such.

Releasing that magnificent penis, I dropped my trousers and faced Bob,
letting him see the boner I had that was already beginning to leak
precum. Noticing the sticky juice oozing out, he licked his lips and
then got to his knees to sample the smell and taste of my sex spot.

"Don't worry, my little sex mate, I'm not letting you cum so soon again.
I just want to get you all wet and slippery," and with that he licked up
my sweet dick juice and then began getting me all wet, spitting on my
dick and licking my balls and pube bush.

Bob then stood up and faced me. He pulled that foreskin all the way back
and grabbed my now wet and slippery dick and pushed our pee slits
together. Then sliding his extra-long skin back over both our dicks, he
put his hand around his magnificent hood and started to stroke us both.
The leftover pee in Bob's skin plus my slippery dick from being in his
mouth made his foreskin slip easily over our two engorged dicks. I later
was to hear about docking but this was all new to me then. I knew of
fucking cunt and fucking butts, but never fucking a guy's cock, and that
was just what we were doing. And it was great!

Both being so hot, our cocks were pumping out precum that only made us
more slippery. Bob's other hand was busy running a finger up and down my
butt crack and tickling my hole. Any one touching that spot sends me
into ecstasy. Bob beat me to it this time and with a loud "ah" he filled
that foreskin with thick gooey cream. letting it run out through his
fingers. He didn't stop stroking but took his other hand from my butt
and started rubbing my nuts with the sticky white stuff he just made.

It didn't take more than a few seconds more for me to eject a hefty
spurt of jizzum, mixing with my lovers semen and also running out. He
pulled away just enough to pull his hood back, and then pushed our
crotches together, rotating his hips enough to spread the warm juicy
mess all over our sex tools. All this accompanied by a deep passionate
kiss.

Bob didn't bother to wipe off his crotch but put his undershorts on,
rubbing his balls so our love juices would be sucked up by the cloth.

"I want our sperm on my cock all afternoon so I can remember how
beautiful and sexy you are," he said. "We can't meet tomorrow but let's
be here Friday afternoon because I have to go away for the weekend and I
need the memory of your hot body to get me through until Monday."

Well, it was a long wait, but Friday afternoon came and I made sure I
got to our men's room early. As a surprise, I went into a stall and
stripped completely. When Bob arrived it was me who was surprised
however. With him was a kid about 12 or 13, cute as hell, and apparently
not in the least taken aback at finding a naked man standing there.

"This is Rick," Bob explained. "His folks are divorced, both gay, and
Rick and his brother are also gay. His mom is my sister and she likes me
to teach then `the ways of the world' while still protecting them. Rick
came along to see where I work and I thought you wouldn't mind if he
watched. Sort of learning what goes on behind closed doors. Actually
this little imp probably knows more about sex than the average husband
or even sex therapist He's allowed to do what he likes during sex and
even say all the `dirty' words he can't use anytime else. He gets a kick
out of being a little boy slut and loves being called a kid fuck."

This, of course, had made me nice and limp, and my circumcised sausage
was hanging over my balls where young Ricky was enjoying the sight. I
really didn't fancy kids and the thought of being watched was a bit
frightening. Looking at Bob's handsome young face and cute smile relaxed
me somewhat and when he started with his hands moving over my smooth
chest and back, I figured what-the-hell. Since I was completely
undressed, Bob decided to do a strip for me and my eyes ate up every
last bit of clothing coming off so seductively.

Meanwhile, Rick had gone over to the urinal and dropped his pants and
undies. Taking his little hairless dickie between his finger and thumb,
he took a pee but angled it so we could see the warm stream shooting
out. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. Hey, it might be real
kinky to be watched and the kid wasn't all that bad a looker either.

I bent over the toilet, letting Bob know that not only my body but my
arse was his. I have an extremely cute bubble butt and he knew just what
I liked. He started with his hands over my cheeks and then a finger in
my crack. Then I felt his long uncut penis rubbing my rear, my cheeks
parted and hugged his cock as he pressed it flat and tight against me.

As Bob was dry humping my willing arse, Rick had stepped out of his
trousers and was standing close to us watching the action at close
range. His little dick was now stiff and he was close enough that I
could get a whiff of that intoxicating boy smell that come from kids
just before and after puberty. I was actually getting horned up by this
sexy kid.

"Go ahead, Scott," Bob encouraged. "Give the fuck kid a lick. See how
good his weewee tastes. I'm sure going to give this tight pucker of
yours a taste. You need that sweet anus filled."

Not needing another invitation, Rick moved his crotch in front of my
face and my tongue reached out and touched his hairless little balls --
my first taste ever of little boy nuts. Oh, were they ever sweet. My
mouth opened even wider and took in his peepee as well while he pushed
himself tight against my face. Bob's tongue had reached my hole and was
sliding up in me.

"See, Scotty, didn't I tell you?" Bob said, "That kid is real eating
material. Now, kid," he addressed Rick, "Get around here and feed your
uncle's fuck meat into that ready and willing hole. He's got the
tastiest cunt, you wouldn't believe."

I certainly could see that that little fuck package was experienced
because he not only went and grabbed his uncle's penis, but pulled back
that foreskin and got his mouth down there and got it all wet and
sloppy, ready for its deep plunge into my quivering pussy. Just to check
out Bob's comments on what good eating my hole was, Ricky took a quick
taste and a wiggle of his boy tongue inside before he took his uncle's
uncut fuck tool and guided it to my rear opening.

With Rick's help, Bob's long dick entered my fuck hole and slid up my
rectum all the way until his pube hairs brushed my buns. He started to
fuck me with slow and easy strokes, building up speed as he got closer
to cuming. Bob put his arm around me and his hand started to masturbate
my stiff dick. Rick, meanwhile, had come around and fed his little
wiener into my mouth, grabbed my head, and began to fuck my mouth in
earnest.

With groans, moans, ah's and oh's from all of us, Bob proclaimed "I'm
coming, Scotty. I'm up inside you kid and I'm giving you my load.
Filling you...with hot sperm...filling you up with...my...love
...juice...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

To much for me, I started to spurt my jizz, squirt after squirt while
Bob was filling my rectum with his thick hot man cream. Now Ricky
started to moan, moved his hips and gave a big "uh" and I knew that he
had had a dry orgasm in my mouth.

                             (to continued)

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