Date: Tue, 24 Feb 2015 15:30:53 -0500
From: Christopher Maggens <cm78ny@gmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 1 - Afternoon with Drew

This story is a work of fiction.  It contains sexually explicit situations
involving men over the age of 18, and boys under the age of 18.  If it is
illegal for you to read this where you live, read something else.  All
characters have had their names changed for their own protection and any
relevance to any person is purely a coincidence.

This story does involve the use of oral and anal sex.  In this world, STDs
do not exist and condoms and protection are not used.  However, this is not
reality (hence a story).  Use protection whenever engaging in sexual
relations with anyone.

Any comments and suggestions please send to cm78ny@gmail.com.  I'm looking
for an editor.  If you want an advance copy of each story, and can edit, I
would appreciate some help.  This is my first attempt at writing a full
length story, so if there are issues, don't hate me.  If you want to the
pictures of the boys in real life (they all do exist), just ask.

Chapter 1

An Afternoon with Drew



-Hey George, can you watch Drew for me this morning?  I have to work and
Dave is away for business. We would really appreciate it-

-Sure, I would love to.-

-Thank you so much.  Can you come over around 9?-

My name is George.  I am a 19 year old college student.  I have been living
at home for the past year while going to school at the local university.
It sucks to have to live with my parents, brother and sister, but every
once in a while, it does have its perks.  Like today; I get to watch an
insanely cute little boy named Drew.  See, I have been a self-proclaimed
boy lover ever since the age of 15.  I knew I liked other boys around my
age since I was 13, but as I got older, my desires never changed.  So here
I am on an early Tuesday morning, setting up my day so I can watch little
Drew.

-No problem Mrs. B.  He is loads of fun.-



*2 hours later*



I just pulled up to Drew's house, and just as his mom is rushing out the
door.  She gives me some hasty instructions before she leaves for work.
Alone now, I walk upstairs to Drew's room.  He is still sleeping, but his
door is slightly ajar.  I see him lying in bed like a perfect little boy.

I entered his room and walked right up beside his bed.  He looks so
peaceful sleeping.  I have had feelings for this boy since he was 5.  He
has always been a perfect looking kid and now I'm alone with him, in his
room, without having to worry about anyone coming home.

"Hey Drew, time to wake up," I say as I gently shake my angel awake.

"Huh, ugh, oh, hi George.  Where's my mom?" Drew asks through sleepy eyes

"She has to work today, so she asked me to watch you today.  Sound like a
plan?  We can stay here if you want or we can go back to my house?"

"Can we stay here for a bit, and then go swimming in your pool this
afternoon?" He asks

"Of course we can little man; whatever you want to do.  Now get dressed, I
have cereal waiting for you downstairs."

Begrudgingly, I leave him alone to go fix some breakfast.  After a couple
minutes I hear some stirring upstairs and into the kitchen walks this 11
year old Adonis.  Wearing his navy blue basketball shorts and a tight white
t-shirt, he did not leave much to the imagination.  To complete his
cuteness, he hadn't put socks on.  While I'm not a feet lover, I do love it
when boys don't wear socks; it just makes them seem even cuter to have
their smooth legs (like Drew's) transition perfectly into their feet.

"Here is your cereal little one," I say to Drew as he walks in.

"Thanks George.  Can we go swimming after I finish?"

"Sure! But aren't you supposed to wait an hour after eating?  We can always
just go to my house after you finish so we can wait."

"That sounds awesome!" He exclaims.  "Is your brother and sister home?"

"Nope.  My brother is away at camp with your brother; and my sister is at
summer school.  It will be just you and me."

"Cool."  We sat at the table for the next 10 minutes in silence while he
finished his breakfast.  I admired this little boy.  He was always cuter
than his brother and seemed more down to earth.  I liked his brother too
(that's a topic for a different story), but this little one always seemed
to catch my eye.  He is 11 years old, about 5 foot 1, and maybe 100 lbs.
He has perfect Italian skin, a natural tan, and short brown hair.  His boy
body is just to die for.  His chest has absolutely no hair on it and is
picture perfect smooth.  He has a biggest heartwarming smile and looks to
be the best cuddle-er.  He has a naturally athletic build, and loves to
play soccer, basketball and baseball.  All in all, he has a perfect boy
body that anyone would love to take to bed.

"All set?" I ask as he finishes up.  "Go on upstairs, grab your swim trunks
and we can head out."

He rushes upstairs, completes his tasks and comes back down with all the
necessary materials.  He decided to forgo socks all together and is wearing
sandals.  We hop in my car and make the 2 mile trip back to my house.  He
hasn't been over in a long time, so I give him the grand tour.  We finally
make it up to my room, which he oogles over.

"Whoa!" He exclaims, "Your bed is so big! I bet you could fit like 10
people in it."

"I doubt it could fit THAT many; it's just a queen size," I say sitting
down, "Why don't you come on over and sit with me."  He kicks off his
sandals and comes up onto the bed with me.  I put my arm around him and he
leans into me.  Just as I imagined, this boy is a perfect cuddle-er.  My
mind is racing at this point.  I know my limits, and the limits of the law,
but this boy is just so perfect!  He is so small under my arm and just so
perfect I can't let him go.  At this point, my "nether-region" has started
to stir.  I am wearing cargo shorts which helps hide me, but that second
head is straining at my pants.

As I sit their contemplating my actions, Drew sighs into my side and I
almost lose it.  He looks up at me and says, "I like being here with you.
You're so much nicer than my brother," I just about melt.

"I like having you here too, Drew." I say rubbing his back.  I know this is
starting to take things too far but I guess if anyone asks I can say I was
just being affectionate.  Although, just being affectionate wasn't going to
cut it for me.  As I was rubbing his back, I kept going lower and lower
until I got to the bottom of his shirt.  I stayed there, at the small of
his back, for a little while, and not sensing any tension in my little boy,
I put my hand under the back of his shirt and started to rub again.  For
the first time, I was able to rub this boy's back and by God it was so
smooth.  He stayed still and let me continue to rub.  I moved my hand up
his back more towards his shoulder blades.  As I did this, the front of his
shirt started to come up, and I got a peak at his belly.  Looking down at
this boy on my bed I said, "Since we are going into the pool soon, how
about we take off your shirt?"

Without saying a word, he sits up and raises his arms so I can take off the
shirt.  I do, and I am graced with a beautiful specimen.  Just like I
remembered, there is not one hair on his chest.  His Italian skin
transitions perfectly onto his chest.  His pecs show a little bit of tone,
but still have a little bit of baby fat on them.  His belly is nice and
taunt, thanks to all his exercising.

"Why don't you get comfortable and lay back?" I say.  He complies and, once
again, I almost lose it.  He is the picture of perfection as he lays back.
I lie down next to him and start to rub his chest.  He closes as I massage
his chest.  My dick is now at full mast, and clearly visible through my
pants.  I look to his face and ask, "Drew is it okay if I touch you like
this?"

"Yea, it feels really good.  I like it."  He keeps his eyes closed as I
continue to rub, with all thoughts of self-control and possible jail time
out of my head.  I rubbed his chest, paying close attention to those brown
little nipples.  I eventually made my way down his chest to his belly.  It
was so soft and smooth with just the right amount of baby fat.  I continue
my journey south to the waist band of his pants.

Skipping over the part I desired most, I felt his knee and calf.  It had
little hairs on it that made him seem even cuter than he was.  Moving my
hand back up, I started to rub his thigh through his shorts.  I asked him
if it was okay and he merely nodded.  Not believing my luck, I lifted his
short leg up and placed my hand on his skin.  It was so smooth and hairless
I couldn't believe it!

As I continued to rub his thigh, I looked up at his chest and face again.
He was so cute, and lying there with his eyes closed made it seem that much
better.  Bringing my hand up from his thigh, I placed my finger on his
cheek.  Using my finger as I guide, I turned his head towards me.  I leaned
down and, all apprehension gone, and placed my lips on his.

I swear there was a spark of electricity between us when our lips met.
Here I was in my room, with the cutest/hottest little boy I knew, kissing
him.  The taste of his lips was just as sweet as they looked.  He had
brushed his teeth before we left, and I could still taste the toothpaste on
him.  To my surprise, he opened his mouth a little and I could feel his
tongue brushing against my lips.  I opened my mouth and his tongue found
its way in.  Of course, I had to respond and my tongue found its way into
his mouth.  For the next few minutes, there was a silent wrestling match
going on in our mouths.  My tongue would go into his mouth and he would
push me back into mine.  The inside of his mouth felt so amazing and he fit
perfectly into mine.  He was definitely a rookie at kissing, but he
definitely knew what he was doing.  While our kissing match continued, my
hand found its way back to his chest and I continued to rub.

After a couple minutes, we broke our kiss.  He had opened his eye and we
stared at each other for a few seconds.  I took off my shirt and
repositioned myself on the bed.  Without saying a word, Drew came up and
laid down on top of me, chest to chest.  He leaned down and our battle for
tongue dominance continued.  With both of my hands free now, I started to
rub his back as we kissed.  Just like the front, he was hairless and
smooth.  My hands were very busy on his back, starting at the top and
feeling him move, going all the way down to the small of his back.  It was
at this point, I decided I was fully committed to this endeavor, and I
placed my hands on his rear end, through his shorts.

He broke the kiss.  My heart quickly sank into my stomach as I thought I
had gone too far.  Looking at me he said, "I like your hands there!"  I
started to kneed his butt cheeks.  "Oh, that feels good."

"Oh buddy," I said, "I cannot begin to tell you how good all this feels."
His response was another long passionate kiss.  I don't know where he
learned to kiss like this, but I wasn't complaining.  Getting more daring,
I lifted the waist band of his shorts and placed my hands, again, on his
buttocks with only his boxers in between my hands and my prize.  I
continued to feel his butt and kiss him at the same time, relishing the
feel of his 11 year old body.

Taking full control of this situation, I rolled my boy onto his back;
thankfully without breaking the kiss.  He moaned softly into my mouth as my
hands once again found his nipples.  I broke off our kiss and went to his
soft cheek.  My lips confirmed what my fingers told me before, his cheeks
were super soft.  I kissed all over his face before starting my journey
south.  I kissed the nape of his neck, being careful not to leave a hickey.
I made my way down to his pecs.  I dutifully licked and stimulated each
nipple, while massaging his biceps.

He moaned softly again.  I said, "You like how this feels."

"Yesssssss," He responded, holding the `s' like a snake.

I broke off of the nipple stimulation to pay attention to his pants.  I
hooked my fingers under his waist band and said, "Lift up your hips."  He
complied and the basketball shorts were removed.  After taking off his
shorts, I continued my stimulation of his nipples.  He moaned a little as I
gobbled them down and nipped at them.  After a minute or two, I continued
my way down his chest.  I placed my hands on the small of his back and
kissed down his little belly.  It felt so good to have his smoothness under
me.  I blew on his belly and he giggled, saying it tickled.

His childish giggling reminded me who I was in bed with. I took a moment to
step back and think about what I was doing.  I must have had a weird look
on my face because he looked up at me and said, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing buddy," Deciding I don't care what happens I said, "I just wanted
to admire this beautiful little boy in my bed."

"I'm not beautiful; I'm hot." He said with a devilish grin.

"Right you are," I said as I planted another kiss on those smooth, soft
lips.  As our tongues wrestled again, I felt two little hands reaching for
my pants.  I helped him undo my pants and he sat up and pulled them all the
way down.  I reached up and pulled him down on top of me again and he
planted another wet, tongue filled kiss on my lips.  With him on top of me,
I placed my hands on his butt once again.  I massaged through his short and
started to grind his hips into mine.  After a couple seconds, he started to
pick up my cues and was grinding into to me with all his mite.  I rubbed up
and down his back, being sure to grab some of that ass each time my hands
were in the area.

Daring to push the limits (though I knew he would let me), I lifted his
boxers up and my hands made their way underneath.  For the first time, my
hands were touching his cheeks, skin to skin.  He felt so warm and, like
the rest of his body, smooth beyond belief.  We each moaned into our kiss,
him with such deep passion I never though an 11 year old could produce.  As
we continued to kiss, I pulled his cheeks apart and started rubbing my
middle fingers up and down his crack.  Every few times, I felt his special
spot and he would shake, with what I hope was anticipation.

Not wanting to waste another minute, I rolled him onto his back again.  I
kissed down his neck, gave each nipple a little lick, and kissed his soft
belly again.  I licked at his navel and started moving down.  Somehow, I
missed the little `V' that was starting to form under his abs.  I grabbed
the tops of his boxers and looked up at his face.

"Ready Drew?"

"Do it"

He lifted up his hips, and just like that my boy, the person of my desires
for so long, the person who has given me the most intense orgasms at night,
was naked as the day he was born.  His smooth boy chest gave way to that
beautiful belly, which transitioned into the forming `V'.  At the base of
that `V' were two small, smooth muscular legs.  But in between those legs,
was the object of my desire.  Standing fully erect at about 3.5 inches and
as thick as my finger was this boy's cut penis.  Like the rest of his body,
he had no hair around the base, though by his length, I guess he was going
too soon.  I reached down with my hand and grasped it.  He gasped a little
at first before closing his eyes and enjoying the miniature hand job I was
giving him.

I leaned down and smelled his boy parts. The scent was intoxicating.
Holding his dick in one hand, I licked the top.  Again, he gasped at the
sudden wetness and before he could say anything, I took his dick into my
mouth all the way to the base.  He exclaimed "OH MY GOD" as he felt my
mouth and tongue go to work on him.  Not wanting to disappoint my little
angel, I gave that boy the best blowjob I could.  Keeping his dick in my
mouth the whole time, I licked up and down his shaft.  I would bring my
tongue to the head and lick around the slit a little.  After some total
stimulation, I let his dick fall out of my mouth, but I went right for his
balls.  They had descended a little and were about the size of two walnuts.
I licked both of them, taking each into my mouth.  After releasing the
second, I licked his dick from the base, back to the head, and took his
full length into my mouth.  He moaned the loudest at this point, which only
turned me on even more.  I continued to lick and suck for all it was worth.
After a few minutes, Drew's moans started to come more frequently and they
were starting to get very loud.  His body started to stiffen.

"Ooooooooo, uh, George, uh, ooooooooo, I, ooooo, I think I'm gonna pee!!"

Arching his back I could feel his cock pulsing as it let out three streams
of clear boy cum.  I continued to lick his sensitive head as he slowly came
down from his high.  His breathing started to steady and I moved up so we
were face to face.  "What did you think little buddy?"

"That was AMAZING!" He exclaimed, "It felt so good to have your mouth on my
dickie.  Can I try?"

"Are you sure?" I asked, "I don't want you to feel like you have to.
Getting you off like that is my treat."

"Yea, I want to try."  With that he planted another kiss on my lips.  He
eventually broke the kiss and started moving down my body.  I watched my 11
year old boy lick down my body; copying the motions I had just done to him
moments ago.  The sigh of my little Italian stallion about to go down on me
made my dick strain hard against my briefs.  Not missing a beat, he went
straight for the prize, hooked his fingers under my waistband, and pulled
my underwear down without even a second thought.

Now I can't brag and say I have the largest dick in the world, but I feel
like it's a respectable size.  Standing at about 7 inches hard (and boy was
I hard), and about the size of a half dollar around, to his little hands,
it looked gigantic.  Using a very soft touch, Drew took my dick into both
hands and started to jack me off.  His soft little hands felt absolutely
amazing as he tried to work my dick.  As you could imagine, I was leaking
loads of pre-cum, and Drew, being as adventurous as ever, started to lap it
up.  He tongue was so warm and felt soooooooo good.

"You like that taste?" He nodded, "Okay, then open wide and take as much
into your mouth as possible.  Be careful with your teeth."

Dutifully obliging, he opened his mouth as wide as he could, and just like
that, the head of my dick disappeared into his mouth.  He felt so warm and
wet inside; I was in nirvana.  He was only able to take 2 inches into his
mouth on the first try, but he was a quick learner.  Within seconds of
taking me into his mouth, his tongue was all over my head and slit and he
started to bob his head up and down on my head.  Each time he went back
down, he attempted to take more and more into his mouth.  By 3 inches, he
started to gag.

"Easy buddy," I managed to say, "If you want to take more into your mouth,
go slow then start to breath through your nose."  Slowly but surely, Drew
inched my dick into his mouth.  After about 3 inches, I had a warm wet
feeling envelope my dick.  Realizing I was going down his throat I said,
"Be careful.  If you have any issues, just pull back."

But he didn't listen and he slowly inched more and more until he couldn't
breathe anymore and pulled back.  After all was said and done, he got about
6 inches into him.  Knowing he wasn't done yet, he continued to lick and
suck on my cock.  While his mouth worked the top, he used his right hand to
jack my off and his left hand to manipulate my balls.  The stimulation was
enough to send anyone over the edge, and after only a minute or two, I
could feel my climax coming.

"Here is comes Drew," I exclaimed, "I'm gonna cum!"  Apparently my warnings
meant nothing to him, because he continued to suck like his life depended
on it!  Like a tidal wave, I could feel my cum coursing through my
body. One, two, three, four, five jets came out like lighting, and my
little boy sucked down every last drop.  It wasn't until the sixth, and
seventh shots that he became overwhelmed and some of the cum started to
drip down his chin.  After coming down off my high, I pulled my boy up and
gave him the most sloppy, wet, tongue battling kiss I could.

"Drew, that was honestly amazing.  You did such a good job."

"Thanks George.  It that stuff tasted good.  What was it?"

Ah, the innocence of youth, "It was called cum.  It's what guys make to
make babies."

"So did I make some?" He asked.

"Yours was close.  But I was so proud of you.  Now how about we go for that
swim?"

"Okay," he answered, "But can we do this again before my mom comes?"

"You bet! And if you're up for it, I know a couple other things we can try!
Now come here and give me another kiss.  I love your kisses"

"Cool!"

After another quick make out session, Drew and I got up, found our swim
trunks (I do have neighbors) and went outside for a swim.



That's going to end Chapter 1.  This is my first story ever, so if there
are any mistakes please let me know (cm78ny@gmail.com).  Drew really does
exist (with a different name) so if you want a picture of him, I have some.
If anyone has any tips, suggestions, comments, relatable stories, or just
wants to chat about boys and such, just e-mail me (cm78ny@gmail.com).