Date: Tue, 27 Jan 2015 13:26:50 -0500
From: JJ
Subject: A Summer With Jesse

This story is mine....written by me....total fiction....a fantasy.....

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This story is a fantasy....never happened in real life....all characters
are completely made up and contains sex between a man and a young boy..

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A Summer With Jesse – Chapter One

This is my story, a love story between a young boy and myself. Although we
had only two months together that summer it changed both of us for the rest
of our lives. We weren't able to keep in touch with each other after the
summer ended for fear someone might find out about our summer love. This is
my story. My love story with a beautiful young boy.

He was in his eleventh year that summer and I was in my twenty-eighth. His
mother had rented a summer cottage on the South Carolina shore over looking
the Atlantic ocean. They were both trying to put a very rough year behind
them. A separation. The boy lost his father. His mom lost a husband. The
father had moved to Europe hooking up with a much younger woman.

I had rented the cottage to take in some much needed down time. My
intentions were to simply relax the summer away. I reside in New York
City. As an author my next book was due out six months from now and
although I had the script more than half completed I needed a break from
writing. From thinking. This would be my ninth novel. All my previous books
had made the best sellers list. One even made Opera's Reading List.

My Story..

It had been an uneventful drive from the city. I could smell the ocean as I
neared my destination. After passing several look-a-like cottages I finally
arrived at mine, the last one on a dead end very quiet street.

I unlocked the door, depositing my two bags in one of the bedrooms. The
master bedroom was quite large. One window, oceanside, just as I had
wanted. A queen size bed, couple of dressers and a mirrored doors to the
walk in closet. Of course at the time I didn't realized what an exotic part
those mirrors would play as the summer wore on.

It was still early in the morning so I slipped on a loose fitting pair of
shorts made a coffee and headed out to find a place to sit and relax on the
beach and enjoy the peace and quiet. I wouldn't find peacefulness that
morning but I would discover a young boy who would become a friend and
eventually my lover for the next two months.

I made the short walk to the beach and found a little alcove with a large
waterlogged log. Perfect I thought as I sat down on the sand and leaned
against the log. The sky was light blue with a few large white cotton like
clouds drifting out over the ocean. Way off in the distance I could see the
tiny shape of an ocean tanker. I watched it as I sipped my coffee. I leaned
my head back against the log and closed my eyes I listened to the sea gulls
calling out to each other as they glided and swooped overhead. The waves
were smacking against the beach then slowly nosily rolling back into the
ocean, a long pause then the next wave rolled up delivering it's sound. I
was quietly nodding off when all of a sudden my coffee cup was knocked
completely out of my hand.

I was stunned for a second until I saw the culprit, a soccer ball lying in
the sand a couple of feet from my overturned coffee cup.

"What the hell." I mumbled somewhat loudly still stunned from having my
peace disturbed. And then I saw him. Running up out of breath. A young boy
dressed somewhat like me. Just shorts and nothing else.

I certainly wasn't sexually attracted to young boys or at least not before
seeing this boy. This boy was a picture of absolute beauty. Stunning would
have been the proper word. The boy would turn heads no matter where he
went. The first thing I noticed was his over all California tan. A
beautiful golden tan. Cute, handsome, beautiful, sweet, good looking,
healthy, athletic. All these words came to my mind. His hair. The blond
bangs, which he quickly swept to one side with a flick of his head. The
golden hair covered his ears, curling up a bit on each side with more of a
curl at the back just above his neck.

His chest, while still that of a young boy displayed nicely rounded firm
little pecs, a slim waist, flat stomach with just a hint of a six pack
beginning to form. His golden tanned legs and thighs, although slim and
coltish were those of a boy who played lots of sports. A soccer player was
on the top of my list. My eyes travelled from his cute dimpled knees to his
very handsome face. Shock was written all over his face as he stared at me,
shocked, pink mouth open.

He stuttered out a plea that nobody else was ever on the beach where he
kicked his soccer ball around and that he was so, so, so sorry. Whereas I
was still stunned over first just having my coffee cup whacked out of my
hand and then at my reaction to this beautiful creature who kicked the
soccer ball that did the damage. Was I more stunned at having my peace and
quiet tore from me or was I more stunned at my reaction to the beautiful
young boy who did it? I had never shown a taste for young boys
before. Certainly not like this. So why was my heart pounding in my chest
as I gazed at this young adonis who stood before me causing my cock to
lurch in my shorts.

"No harm done. I guess I was hiding out of sight here. Nothing to worry
about. The coffee wasn't that good anyway. Do you live around here?" I
asked the still stunned wide eyed boy. I leaned over and swept up his
soccer ball, tossing it so it landed near his feet. He expertly drew the
ball in with one foot gathering his toes underneath it he flicked it up
catching it with one hand.

"Just there" he answered pointing to the cottage next to mine. "Mom rented
it for the summer. Do you live around here too?"

Pointing to the one next to his I answered, "That's mine for the
summer. Looks like we are neighbors. Did your Mom take it for the summer
also?"

"Yep" he answered, "And I am so bored and we have only been here for two
days. Mom wouldn't let me bring my Xbox or my laptop. She wants me to have
a break. It's killing me. There is no one around. No one to play with. This
is so dumb"

"Well" I said, "We could kick your soccer ball around. I was going to go
for a run anyway. Better go ask your mom first. In fact maybe I should go
with you and introduce myself."

"Wow cool.  But mom ain't here. She is a nurse at Charleston General. She's
at work right now besides you aren't really a stranger cause we know who
you are already. You must be Bobby S..... the author. Mom has read all your
books. Mom knew you were renting next to us. She enquired. She's all
excited to meet you."

"Besides mom already told me that you were ummmmh ah kinda gay. Is that
true." he said looking down his as his toe drew a circle in the sand.

"Yep your mom is right on both accounts. I am Bobby S..... and yes I am
kinda of gay but I don't go for little boys especially fat little guys like
yourself."

"I'm Bobby" I said raising up brushing the sand from the seat of my
shorts. "And you are?"

"Jesse" he said giggling, "and I am not a fat little guy."

"Well do you think your mom would mind if we kick the ball around for
awhile."

"No mom would want that. She says that I don't do any physical activity."

'Well' I thought, 'mom where did this young Adonis get his athletic looking
body.'

"Well I love the name Jesse but I think I should call you Fat Kid." I said
rubbing my hand on top of his head as we set out to kick the ball up and
down the beach.

The kid was good, real good for someone his age. We had set up rocks for
goal posts. Even as good a soccer player as I was I found myself being
scored on more times than I liked. We played a serious game at other times
slipping and falling in the sand we had some good laughs . After an hour or
so it was time to quit for lunch. We cooled down and cleaned the sand off
us by taking a dip in the ocean. Coming out of the ocean the we both found
the wind cool on our soaked bodies. I told Jesse that I would drop over
later to meet his mom and would see him later when I heard him curse out
the word "DAMN".......

"What's up bud?" I enquired.

"Lost my damn house key. Mom's goin' a kill me."

"Where do you think you lost it? Where did you last have it?" I asked him.

"It was round my neck. Probably out there somewhere when we were
playing. Damn."

'Funny' I thought. I don't remember seeing a key around his neck but then
again I was so taken aback by his beauty that I had probably missed it.

"Well come on back with me. We'll get you out of those wet shorts. I am
sure I have something that you can wear while we get those dried. And we'll
also get you something to eat." I told him as I started walking towards my
cottage.

"Oh wow. Cool." he replied grabbing his soccer ball and following me up the
little trail towards my place.

"I hope you don't mind me hanging out with you."

"No. I like the company. You're a pretty cool kid."


"Wait here" I told him as we climbed the stairs to my deck. "Going to get
you a towel then you can slip out of those wet shorts and I'll toss them
into the dryer. Just sit on the lounge chair. Back in a sec."

The air was cool and I could see Jesse was shivering.

I went to the linen closet where I had stored a couple of towels then into
my bedroom I pulled out one of my t-shirts and then I headed back out onto
the deck.

"Put this towel around yourself and hen slip out of your shorts. Dry
yourself off and you can put this t-shirt on for now. Just toss the shorts
in on the kitchen floor and I'll toss em in the dryer for you. Then I'll
get us some lunch."

The boy didn't even wait for me to go inside before he began shucking off
his shorts.

"Shit" I said turning to head back inside, "At least wait until you are
alone before loosing the shorts bud."

"Why" he laughed, "Are you going to perv my nakid body?

"No" I yelled from the safety of the kitchen. "I don't perv little boys
especially fat little boys like you."

I heard Jesse chuckling away as I was inside heading towards the
dryer. Chucking both our shorts in together then making sure the coast was
clear I made a bee line for the bedroom to put on a pair of dry
shorts. Returning to the kitchen I made us both a sandwich after calling
out to ask Jesse If he liked ham and cheese. After cutting the sandwiches
and putting them on plates I carried them out to the deck along with two
glasses of milk.

"Oh man thanks. I am starved. Hmmmm good. Thanks. Sorry bout the key." he
said between mouthfuls.

After eating we both lay back on lounge chairs to relax. Jesse was wearing
my t-shirt. I had grabbed one of my longest ones. When he had been walking
around or sitting down at the table on the deck the shirt reached all the
way down to the tops of his knees. Now that we were both laying back
relaxing on our lounge chairs I noticed the t-shirt had ridden up barely
covering his groin. Jesse didn't seem to notice. A good breath of wind
would expose his privates.

"Are you perving me." he asked grinning from ear to ear.

"No. Don't you remember, I don't perv little fat boys." I answered, "Just
don't raise your arms up. That t-shirt is barely covering your private
parts. I don't need any locals walking by here getting the wrong
impression."

Jesse laughed again, "You mean since you are gay and I am just a helpless
eleven year old boy with my privates on display to your perving eyes."

"Yep. Something along those lines. Nothing worse than a fat little kid with
his privates on display for me to see."

Jesse giggled again. I lay back closing my eyes, relaxing,
thinking. Thinking that I kind of enjoyed being with this kid. He was cute,
smart and funny. Not quite what I thought my first day at the cottage would
be. A day of relaxing. Now I found myself well kind of 'perving' the little
guy. He sure was a sexy looking boy. His body was a bit sexy. Well not a
bit sexy. Quite sexy actually and that had me worried. Young boys below the
age of consent had never been an interest to me. His body was quite
athletic looking for an eleven year old boy. I was surprised how much I had
noticed his body. Well, I thought he is a cute kid. Anyone would notice his
body or I thought would they. His giggling brought me back to reality.

I didn't look over at Jesse immediately but if I had I would have known why
he was laughing.

"What's so funny?" I asked my eyes closed as I lay back relaxing. I found
myself chuckling with him because of his lovable laugh.

He began to giggle like crazy. Then he broke into hysterics.

"Keep your eyes closed." he said and began laughing even more hysterically.

Then between bursts of laughter he said, "I've got a damn boner." and he
began laughing again.

"Oh...And you are worried because I am gay that I will get excited because
the little Fat Boy has a boner. Hmmmmm" I said joining in the laughter
until he finally got control of himself.

"No. Just worried that some town people might walk by and get themselves
all excited." he replied and he started laughing again.

"Oh jeeze" I replied they won't even notice it's probably just a tiny
little thing anyway."

This brought on another fit of giggling.

"It ain't that tiny" he giggled, then surprised me when he added, "wanna
judge for yourself."

"Jeeze Jesse. How about we change the subject. OK"

"Why? Are you afraid you'll get one too." he laughed then using a more
serious tone, "Why do I get em all the time? Seriously Bobby. Is that
normal? My friend Jake says it's normal for boys are age."

"Not sure I should be having this conversation with you Jesse. I think you
need to ask someone else these questions. Perhaps your dad."

"Ya but Bobby that's the thing. With dad gone I have no one else to ask. I
was kidding bout you perving me 'n' all. Polly don't even like me and
all. Kids at school make fun of me. They call me ugly and, and, and ahhhh
they say that I am ahhhh gay and all that stuff."

"Hey, hey kiddo." I said sitting up swinging my feet to the floor as I sat
facing him. "First of all you are certainly not ugly. Fact is and don't
take this the wrong way but when I first saw you I thought, wow what a good
looking kid. I think that you are very handsome. And yes, sorry, I will
answer your questions. I'm sorry the kids call you gay and all. I think
they might be jealous because you are a good looking boy."

Jesse lay back, closing his eyes as he listened to me. I couldn't help but
notice my shirt had risen up on him. It barely covered his crotch. The
shirt was tented. Had the boy closed his eyes so that I could 'perv'
him. It was a very erotic sight. I was surprised at my reaction as I gazed
at the young blond haired boy lying on my lounge chair. His feet were
small. Cute lickable toes.  Slim tanned firm ankles and calves. Cute
dimpled knees. Coltish slim hairless thighs. Cute button nose. Pink lips
that any girl would die for. I wondered what it would be like to kiss those
lips while I ran the fingers of one hand through his golden hair. I began
to imagine my other hand caressing his tented groin.

'What the hell.' I thought. I had never ever shown any interest in young
boys before now. What the hell was going on. Christ I even had a hard
on. My cock began to throb as I sat on the edge of my lounge chair. I began
explaining to him how it was normal for a young boys to constantly have
erections. Thankfully as he lay there listening to me his eyes remained
closed. The tent in my shorts was more than obvious to the eye. The same
with the little tent in his shorts.

As I talked to Jesse he reached down his fingers lightly caressing the
tented material of the shirt. He pulled the leg that was furthest from me,
bending it at the knee. At the same time his fingers slipped below the hem
of his shirt. He then pulled the shirt up slightly while his small
fingertips stroked over the tight skin of his testicles. Then making a fist
he extended one finger and began to lightly rub the area just below his
balls. His perineum. One finger sliding up and down . I was
mesmerized. This young boy was actually seducing me and it was working. I
wanted to see him pull the shirt up, to touch himself, to expose himself to
me. I wanted to see him masturbate in front of me. I wanted to see his
cock. I had to see his cock. Touch his cock. Taste his cock.

Jesse sighed turning his head. Slowly he opened his eyes looking at me. His
pink lips parted slightly as he looked at me then down at my crotch. Then
he looked back up into my eyes. When I looked back at his crotch he slowly
turned his head back and closed his eyes. His fingers slowly grabbed the
hem of his shirt and pulled it upward. The material rode up a short
distance until his cocklet was completely exposed.

His cocklet stood up like a little soldier, standing straight up from his
groin. It was about the same size and width as my finger. He was
circumcised like me. In fact it looked like a tiny version of mine. My cock
was now as hard as steel. It pulsed and throbbed as I looked at his cocklet
standing upright from his body. He brought the palm of his hand up against
it. His fingers beginning to close around it but stopping, his hand
remaining open, framing his cock, allowing me to look at it in stunned
silence. His eyes remained closed. His pink mouth slightly opened showing
his small white teeth.

I reached for my own aching cock, giving it a rub through the material of
my shorts as I looked at his slim three inch stalk with its pink raspberry
sized helmet.  I groaned as his fingers closed around it. Jesse pursed his
lips as his fingers began slowly stroking his cock. With one leg still bent
at the knee he slid his other leg off the lounge chair so that his foot was
flat on the deck. With his legs spread apart he opened himself up to me. I
slid to my knees. I placed my hand on his inner thigh. My fingers stroked
the silk like taut skin of his slim thigh. The boy moaned, arching his
back. Eyes closed. I reached over and slowly pulled his fingers off his
cocklet.

I wasn't worried about anyone seeing us. I was told earlier by the owner
that the entire area including the beach was private property for the
exclusive use of the cottagers only.

Jesse moved both his hands to the hem of his shirt. Grasping the hem with
his fingers he slowly dragged it all the way up exposing his dime sized
pink nipples. I reached over and grasped the base of this three inch shaft
between my thumb and forefinger. Then I slowly leaned forward and planted a
kiss on the tip of his cock. Using just the tip of my tongue I licked the
tiny piss slit. The boy gasped, moaning he gripped my head in both of his
hands as he tried to force my mouth onto his cock.

"Oh ya do it. Ohhhh I want it so bad." he moaned.

"You want what so bad?" I asked as I ran my wet tongue up his quivering
shaft. "You want what? Tell me exactly what you want me to do."

"Ohhhhh. Suck it. Please. Suck it. I want you to. Want this for so long. I
want a to be sucked. I want you to do it for me. When mommy told me you
were gay I began thinking about it. About you. I couldn't wait. Mommy
showed me your picture on the back of one of your books. I've been dreaming
about you. I want YOU to suck me off. PLEASE, PLEASE DO IT. NOW."

Ohhhh wow I thought. Exactly what was this horny little eleven year old boy
trying to tell me.

"You liked looking at my picture?" I asked as I continued to slowly stroke
his little spike occasionally my fingertips gently squeezed his tight
little ball sack feeling the velvety skin.

"Yeeee..ssss. Yeah I did. I did. Ohhhhh...don't stop.....kiss it
again...please."

"Kiss what baby? Your tummy? Or here?" I said kissing his slim quivering
inner thigh just inches from his testicles.

"No.....No.....My cock....KISS IT....OHHHHHH....SUCK ME...MY COCK." he
pleaded.

"Did you jerk off while looking at my picture?" I asked as I kissed and
licked his glans.

"YEEEESSSSSS....OHHHHHH.....YESSSS." he screamed out arching his back as my
lips tightened around his little shaft and slid him into my mouth.

"OHHHHHH....SUCK.......MEEEEEeeeeeee."

I didn't disappoint him. Forming an 'O' with my lips I slurped him into my
mouth. I had given more than a few blow jobs. I guess I you could call me a
bit of a pro. I would give him a thrilling first blow job. Something he
would not forget for sometime to cum. For the next hour or so I intended to
bring the poor boy to the very edge then make him wait. I wanted to take
this boy to my bed and suck him. I wanted to fuck him. I wanted to fuck him
silly. I wanted to take him doggy style on my bed, on the kitchen floor,
outside on the deck, on the beach. I wanted to suck him while he lay on his
back on the kitchen table. I wanted to sit on the kitchen chair, pull him
towards me until his legs bent at the knees, legs hanging down. His crotch
almost where my dinner plate would be and dine on his little
pecker. Slobber all over his ball sack. Then bend him face down over the
kitchen table and fuck his little ass from behind. Bend him over the deck
railing, over the trunk of my car. On his back, begging to be fucked in my
bed, in his bed, in the back seat of my car on some isolated road. On a
picnic blanket while I hammered into him listening to his wails of passion
as he urged me on.

 "Harder, harder. Faster, faster. Yes,
yes. Eeeeee,,,,essss. There. THERE. OHHHH AHHHHHH HITTING MY
SPOT........OHHHHH...YAAAAA. FUCK MEEEEE."

But I was rushing way ahead of myself. I was about to suck a young
underaged boy off for the first time in my life. In his life. About to give
him his first blow job. And he was begging me to do it. Everything was
happening so fast. The boy had seduced me and now I was going to sexually
molest him, take him, make him mine. Make him beg me for it. I would
control all the sex acts between us from now on. Just like I have always
done in all my sexual relations with men.  Only this time it would be an
eleven year old boy that would be under my control. I had to be in
control. By time I finish giving him his first blow job he will be begging
me to do it again and again.

Just before I sucked his stiff little rod into my mouth I looked up at
him. He was practically drooling. His stomach tight. The outline of the
beginnings of a six pack. His head raised up slightly as he looked down at
me still holding on to my head applying pressure to force me to take his
cocklet into my mouth.

"Take your hands off my head." I ordered him, "And put them behind your
head."

He hesitated, still trying to force me down on him. His bent leg swaying
back and forth like a butterfly's wing in anticipation of being sucked.

"NOW" I commanded, licking my wet tongue up the length of his bone hard
quivering cocklet. He quickly did as he was told. Squirming slightly as he
nestled down moaning into the lounge chair his bent leg now spread and
laying almost flat, waiting.  Spread for my taking. He waited his body, his
groin even his slim thighs quivering.

I plunged my mouth down on his cocklet sucking it in, my nose pressed into
his taut silk like belly. I swirled my tongue around feeling his pulse. I
slurped upward until my lips formed around the small pronounced helmet. I
held it between my lips slowly twisting my face this way and that. He
raised his small hips as he tried to sink his cocklet back into my warm wet
mouth. I continued to keep just the small sponge like head in my mouth as
he rose slightly up with his hips trying to push in. I continued to tease
just the helmet with my lips, my tongue working his little piss slit.

"Ahhhhhhh" he groaned trying to thrust his hips higher, "Need to ahhhhhh
ohhhhh feels ahhhhh
ohhhhhh.....neeeee...daaaa....cum.....Ohhhhh....PUL...EEEESE."

As I slid his cocklet back into my mouth I could feel it throb and
expand. He was ready to cum.

 He shouted out, " EEEEEE...YAAAAA.." but groaned, "NOOOO..OHHHH...noooo."
as I let his cock slip from my mouth.

I began tonguing his almost non existent ball sack. My gawd I thought as I
ran my lips up and over the inside of his bent leg. His skin is like cool
smooth silk. The immature muscles of his slim thigh felt taut and knotted
as I kissed and tongued my way from where his thigh joined his torso to the
top of his dimpled knee and back. Licking. Kissing as I went.

The youngest male I had bedded before now was eighteen but nothing like
this. Nothing so young, so innocent, so young, hairless and his small sexy
cock was such a turn on. His almost nonexistent testicles. His slim
waist. His coltish legs. His pink pouty mouth. I was hooked. I had to have
this child in my bed. This boy was mine. He was begging for it. I intended
to turn him into my sex toy. My little sexy sex slave. I couldn't control
my natural controlling self. I had to be in control. At first he had
seduced me and now I would control him. He would become my obedient slave.

Already I had plans to leave my cottage door unlocked and as soon as his
mother left for work he would enter my cottage, enter my bedroom and take
care of my morning hard on. Panties. 'Oh yeah' I thought my cock throbbed
at the thought. I would make him hide young girlie panties in his cottage
and demand he wear them on the way over. A small girls nightie. Silk nylon
PJ's. Thigh high see through white stockings. Or white knee high girls
boots. Maybe a little cheerleaders outfit. Jock strap and soccer shin
pads. Ohhhhh I had myself so turned on.

I would make him wear a very short t-shirt that exposed his cute innie
belly button. Loose fitting shorts and no underwear. Drive him into
Charleston to the mall or maybe a park, the gay park for example. Make him
sit across from horny old men and slowly teasingly expose himself. At first
just his tight little ball sack. Then slowly spreading his legs allowing a
peek further into his loose shorts exposing his little hard boyish
stick. Watching the men licking their lips as I give them a slight nod of
approval allowing them to move closer. Perhaps even letting one or to cup a
feel.  Where possible I will make him coyly masturbate in front of them. I
might even fuck him in the park while prying eyes watch. Fuck him as I
listen to the men around us moaning their approval. Listening to their
groans as I shoot a load into him. Hearing the cacophony around me as men
reach their orgasm.

I stood up bending over the boy. He looked up at me with his pleading lust
filled eyes. He uttered one single word before I reached down and picked
him up in my arms.

"Please" he said as I carried him over the threshold the same way one might
carry his bride on their wedding night to the marriage bed.

Jesse couldn't have weighed more than eighty pounds. He wrapped his arms
around my neck resting his head in the nook of my neck. Lifting his head up
so that his lips were even with my ear he whispered,

"Please hurry. I haven't cum in days. I need you to finish. Take
me. Please. Take me. Please do it. Please make me cum. Please I'll do
whatever. Please."

Did he mean that he had planned this, days ago. Was he like me when I was
his age? I just knew that I liked boys over girls when I was about Jesse's
age. Were the boys right at school when they sensed he was gay just as they
had me? I felt like the luckiest guy in the world right now. The boy was
just too beautiful. He could almost pass for a good looking girl. And he
was mine for the taking. Mine to pocess.

I kicked open the door to the bedroom and carried him in. He was still
holding tightly to my neck. He pulled himself around so that our lips were
only an inch apart. I bent my head slightly to meet his lips. Our lips
brushed lightly together as I positioned him over the bed, gently lying him
down in the center of the bed as I placed a knee on the edge. He lay back
pulling me with him. Our lips now mashing together in our first passionate
kiss. As I knelt slightly over him and off to one side resting on my elbow
I slid my other hand under his shirt pulling it up as I slid my hand up his
chest to cup one of his firm little pecks, my thumb playing lightly over
his raised nipple. He moaned as he tried to turn his body sideways so that
he could rub his cock on my thigh but I had positioned my leg over both of
his pinning him flat to the bed.

He arms were wrapped tightly around my neck as our tongues licked each
other . I forced my tongue into his warm mouth. He caught on right away and
began sucking on it pulling it in further. Our tongues tangled
together. Mine retreating with his following my tongue into my mouth. What
a thrill to have an eleven year old beautiful boy french kissing me.

As we continued kissing I slid my hand away from his swollen little
nipple. Down over his taut tummy. When my hand bumped against his cock his
body gave a jump and he moaned into my mouth, then separating his mouth
from mine he gasped loudly as I held his little stalk between my thumb and
forefinger.

"Please now." he whimpered before our lips touched again.

I couldn't believe how good it felt kissing an eleven year old
boy. Especially a horny eleven year old boy. I was used to kissing my male
lovers but this was something totally different. His lips, so young, almost
pouty. His chin, his cheeks all devoid of stubble, hair. Skin so soft, so
young. I was so turned on by this young boy. I continued kissing him. He
continued moaning, begging into my mouth to let him cum His little stick so
rigid, quivering, sticking straight up from his body. I let go of it. His
body, his hips twisting, as he tries to find my hand. Reaching down to
stroke himself with his left hand. I grabbed his wrist with my right hand
and pulled it up behind his head as I continued to french kiss him. I held
both his wrists, pinned above his head.

Using my left hand I reached under his right knee and pulled his leg up so
that it was bent at the knee. I grabbed his ankle and pulled it up so that
it was tight to his buttocks, then I pushed his knee parting his leg so it
lay almost flat, spread out against the bed. I dragged one finger from his
knee, along his slim silky thigh to the area where his thigh joins his
body. My finger continued across. Between his legs to his ass crack. His
ass spread wide because of the position of his leg. I caressed him, running
my finger up and down the length of it. Making several passes over the tiny
puckered entrance. Each time my finger passed over his pussy he raised his
head slightly off the pillow pushing his mouth against mine, kissing
harder, desperate, making little squealing sounds into my mouth. Begging.

The boy could kiss. His lips mashed against mine. His little tongue darting
in and out of my mouth. Our lips pressed hard against each others, our
tongues playing against each others. With his wrists still held in mine
above his head I managed to worm my way out of my shorts pushing them down
to my ankles and then kicking them off. I lay on my side naked. My leaking
cock rubbing against his smooth hip. I rubbed my finger over the tip of my
cock wetting it with my slippery pre cum. I slid my finger up against his
puckered entrance and pushed the tip in. The boy immediately arched his
back, his hips, thrusting against my finger, trying to push my finger in
deeper. His moaning turned to pitiful squeal as I shoved my finger in up to
the second knuckle and then with his ass muscles tight around my finger
they sucked and pulled my finger all the way in. The boy was thrusting his
hips as if he was riding a bucking bronco as I finger fucked him.

And then my fingertip brushed against his prostate and the boy's body
jumped, his hips moving wildly, thrusting, pumping to get more. To get that
feeling again. I began to really finger fuck his quivering pussy. In and
out my finger went. Each time rubbing against his nub. He was no longer
kissing me. His head tilted back, off to one side, mouth open panting and
squealing, making noisy little girl's squeals each time my fingertip
brushed over his prostate.

"Ahhhhhh...ohhhhhh (squeal, squeal, squeal)...ohhhhhh...yaaaaaa.....ohhhhh
gawd...goin' cum"

"Not yet. Turnover and get up on your hands and knees" I ordered him.

Without a word Jesse scrambled to get up on his hands and knees.

"Now rest on your elbows. Yes like that nice. Don't touch yourself yet" I
told him as I got up on my knees behind him. `Oh my' I thought as I looked
at the beautiful ass presented before my eyes. The boy must tan in the
nude. Although it was a lighter tan than the rest of his body. The skin on
the back of his thighs and legs had that youthful shine to it. The skin
glistened. His buttocks also had that youthful shine. Both cheeks taut
about the size of half a softball or small melon. His ass crack and pink
rose bud on full display as I shoved my finger right back up his ass
driving him forward. He regained his balance, his hips quivering as he
pushed backwards. My finger now sucked into his tight moist tunnel. I began
finger fucking him while I squeezed his tiny ball sack.

I wish I could have taped the noises Jesse was making as I drove my rigid
finger in and out of his ass. Each time I twisted my finger over his
prostate he put his head back almost howling like a dog. `Oh man' would my
cock feel good in there. Fucking this boy was now number one on my
list. Fuck rest and relaxation. Once I trained this boy to hang of the end
of my cock his ass was mine. The way he was moaning and squealing as I
fingered him would be nothing to what my six inch steal hard cock would do
to him.

"Going to cum....Naaaa...owwww....ahhhhh...ohhhh...yaaaa" he howled, his
whole body shaking.

"Not like this buddy" I said quickly pulling my finger out of his ass. "Get
up. Stand beside the bed. Hurry."

"Ohhhh gawd...please...why....don't stop...please.....I have to cum." I
slapped his taut bubble butt lightly repeating my order for him to stand
beside the bed.

"Go back to the beach. Wait beside the log where you spilled my coffee. No
one comes out this far. DO NOT TOUCH YOURSELF. I will be there in a couple
of minutes. GO NOW. If you want me to make you cum. GO."

I watched his naked body as he made a mad dash out the door. The adolesant
muscles in the backs of his thighs and calves tightened and loosened as he
ran. The muscles in his ass tight causing an indentation on each side of
the cheek. He tossed off the shirt as he ran. His back glistened under the
early afternoon sun.

I followed the boy out walking slowly. My cock rigid. Stuck tight to my
stomach. Dripping pre cum every once in a while. I had great control over
my urge to release. To orgasm. I had trained myself well. I carried one of
my favorite items in my hand. A little brown bottle of poppers.

The boy was standing there as I ordered. His hands on his hips. Legs
spread. His eyes on my crotch looking as if he had never seen a man's cock
before. He opened his mouth slightly in shock. Then just the tip of his
tongue washed over his lips.

"Before you cum I want you to worship my cock. Get on your knees before
me." I ordered him. "Do it now."

The boy sank to his knees a couple of feet before me. I ordered him to get
up and stand in front of me and then get to his knees. Now his face was
inches from my cock and he studied it passionately, even reaching to touch
it when I told him to keep his hands at his side. I then ordered him just
to plant a kiss on my swollen spongy like cock head. He leaned forwarded
and delicately planted a kiss there. Using my hand I gently laid it on the
top of his head and pushed him back.

"Look at me" I told him. "From now on you watch me and do exactly what I
tell you and then you can cum." He had forgotten the urge to cum when his
eyes feasted on my manhood.

"Watch what I do and then you will do the same. OK. No questions. Just do
as I tell you." I unscrewed the top and removed it from the little brown
bottle. Placing it near my nostril I covered the other and took a couple of
hits before doing the same to the other one. I then handed the open bottle
to the boy and watched as he did the same. As he handed the bottle back to
me I had to reach out and grab his wrist. The poppers were taking affect
already as he looked up at me with glassy eyes then feasted his eyes back
on my cock.

"Lick it" I ordered, "Lick it and suck it. I know you know what I want you
do to. Give me a blow job. Suck it. SUCK IT NOW."

He immediately raised himself up higher on his knees. With his hands on my
hips he attacked my cock like a person starving. He let go of my hip with
his right hand and wrapped his fingers around my throbbing steel like
shaft. He looked like a little boy gobbling and licking an ice cream
cone. The poppers had increased his lust. He leaned over further. All he
could get into his mouth was the head of my cock. I felt a little more slip
in but he quickly pulled back. I took another hit of poppers as I watched
the eleven year old, his blond head bobbing up and down. I would cum
first. I didn't even warn him as I let my cock go. I felt cum boiling up my
shaft. I reached down placing my hand on the back of his head, holding
him. Forcing him to go a little deeper as his mouth was flooded with my hot
cream. Load after load boiled up my shaft and shot deep into his mouth. He
tried to pull back but I held his head firmly forcing him to accept my
load. When I finished. His head bounced back. My man cream spilling out of
his cum filled mouth. Looking up at me with tears in his eyes. His mouth,
upper lip and chin covered in gobs of cum. It even ran out of his nose. He
looked in shock. He sputtered. Opening his mouth wider. I could see deep
inside. It was all coated in my cum. Hugh gobs ran out of his open mouth
dripping onto the sand.

I knelt down gathering him into my arms as I whispered into his ear, "Oh
baby, I am so sorry. So sorry. You are so beautiful. I got so carried
away."

I didn't wait for an answer. With one hand on the back of his head I guided
his I cum filled dripping lips to mine.  I kissed him.  I french kissed him
sucking my cum out of his mouth. Our lips were sticky with cum. I licked it
off his chin.  I pulled back an inch or so. A gob of my cum stretched like
a shinny white string from my mouth to his. I sucked it in as I leaned
forward licking all my cum off his face.

"Stand up baby. It's your turn now." I said as I rose up on my knees. My
hands under his armpits to steady him. He rose shakily to his feet. The
effects of the poppers still in his system. His little three inch cocklet
pointed out from his body although it was not as hard as before. Placing my
hands on his small waist I held him tightly as I gave him a well earned
blowjob. His cock hardened immediately as I sucked hungrily at it. With
only a couple of thrusts he squealed loudly, his cock expanding slightly
then it jumped and pulsed in my mouth as he dry came. I had to hold him by
his waist again as his knees buckled. His cock stayed as hard as a nail in
my mouth even as the pulsing slowed. We were both perspiring from our
heated exchange.

I let Jesse's cock slip from my mouth as I kneeled back. Jesse immediately
collasped into my arms, his face nestled in the crook of my neck. He began
sobbing. I picked him up. I carried the sobbing boy back to my cottage. My
cock was still hard sandwiched between the boy's thigh and my stomach. My
cock wanted this boy badly. I wanted him badly. My controlling personality
had surfaced once again. If I was into bondage I would certainly be a
`Master'

"It's ok baby." I said to the sobbing boy cradled in my arms. "you wanted
that didn't you? You have been wanting to do that for a long time now
haven't you?"

"Yeee,,ssss" he shuttered.

I could feel the boy's wet tears on my neck as he continued sobbing as I
carried him away from the beach and back into my cottage. The day was still
young. His mother wasn't due home for several more hours.

"What happened? I didn't mean to go this far." The boy sobbed
uncontrollably as I carried him into the cottage laying him back on the
bed.

The boy was really upset. I hadn't meant to cram so much of my cock into
his hot little mouth. And I came. And came. And came in his mouth. I
usually cum a lot. But this was so different. A young beautiful boy on his
knees in front of me with his lips wrapped around the tip of my cock. His
cheeks puffing out as I placed my hand on the back of his head and pushed a
couple of inches of my steel hard shaft further into his mouth gagging him
as I shot the biggest load of cum deep into his mouth causing him to choke
on it. When I finally pulled out my cock was still shooting spurts of cum
all over his face, his neck and upper chest. I had wanted to grab him by
his thin neck and force my cum spurting cock back deep into his mouth like
I always did whenever someone blew me. I wanted the young boy to lick my
cock clean. I wanted him to fill his mouth with my cum then kneel back and
wait obediently for me to I kiss him.

"I want to go home. I feel so dizzy. Why did you do that to me? I need to
go home. Please." he cried out.

"Hush now." I told him. "You are just feeling guilty because you
experienced gay sex for the first time."

He sobbed has my hand slid up inside his thigh. My fingertips lightly
stroking his testicles......One finger sliding downward gliding over his
moist little pucker.

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