Date: Thu, 07 Nov 2002 05:00:35 +0000
From: Jimmy Fourteen Eighteen <silly_fellow@hotmail.com>
Subject: The bathtub wall

Warning: This story depicts sex between a minor boy and an adult male. If
you are offended by this, are underage or it is illegal to view such
material where you live, I will not take responsibility in the event that
you get into trouble with the law or anyone. Also, the writing of this story
does not necessarily convey that the author encourages sex between adults
and underage boys. All comments, advice and whatnot can be mailed to
silly_fellow@hotmail.com . Flamers and rants will be ignored.

Note: In this story, I will give a minimal description of my characters so
that you can use your own imagination and visualize your own dream
characters, or even yourself, being involved in this story. Other stories of
mine can be seen in the Nifty Archives as well, and are `singapore jewelry
boy' (adult youth section) and `two vampires' (science fiction and fantasy
section).

  The lights dimmed, except for the single one that still focused on me. I
walked out onto the stage, nervous beyond description or comparison. I was
shivering, and not because of the air-conditioning. There was a transparent
rectangular so-called bathtub on the center of the stage, which had a thin
glass `wall' attached to one side of it. I knew the audience below and all
the cameras were focused on me. The audience murmuring, the cameras
recording my every move, and the guy with the mike talking about how young I
looked (and how cute, sexy and beautiful), while reassuring the audience
that I was of `legal age'. At least they are not broadcasting this live, I
thought. I had half the mind to run back behind the stage than to proceed
with the erotic act I was about to perform. After all, we were the last to
go on stage anyway, the rest having already done their performances. I saw a
man, out of the corner of my eye, wearing a blue pair of swimming trucks. I
knew right away that it was Joe, my adoptive father (who had taken me in at
the age of 11), who was also my older lover. He gave me a thumbs up sign and
what I was sure was a grin. I felt much more reassured, and I recalled his
advice. "Do not pay any attention to the cameras, audience or commentary.
Just pretend this is a rehearsal."

  This was a sex-show type competition which played a big part in this
underground gay festival (which was a gathering for gays, lesbians,
bisexuals and transsexuals). Living in a place like this, the local senator
couldn't give a damn about what we did at the festival, and he even attended
it. The local law enforcement agencies also enjoyed this stupid festival and
I knew there was no way some cops would just burst in and interrupt us and
save me from dying of embarrassment.

  We had some initial worries about entering the competition (or rather, Joe
was worried. The more trouble we had entering, the more delighted I knew I
would be). One of them was my age. Being an underground gathering, it was
shut off from the general public and could allow for some more `unaccepted'
practices. One was that the age limit was lowered to 13, and I was 14, so it
was fine, but I looked like an 12 year old. I had no hair on any part of my
body save my head and eyelashes and brows. I could produce semen in the
amount typical of a 14-year old, though. Obviously, the organizers expressed
reluctance to let me perform, but when the documents showed that I was
already well pass their age limit, they had no choice but to let me take
part. Imagine how my face fell as soon as I heard that I had been accepted.

  We had been practicing a good while to get ourselves ready for this whole
lousy competition. My foster father had wanted to enroll for the next annual
competition. We had also been shaping up for it. I had to look as effeminate
as possible, being the passive individual in our show, so I didn't have to
make much effort since I already had naturally long eyelashes and a
basically hourglass figure, minus a woman's breasts, since I still had to
retain my essential `maleness'. In other words, I was not supposed to become
a transsexual, the transsexuals had their own separate show later after
ours. I didn't bother with any makeup either. On the other hand, Joe had
done a good workout to develop his muscles. Props were allowed, and Joe had
the idea of the bathtub after he had seen me perform a masturbation act for
him while bathing. The idea was that the participants had to come up with a
sexual performance that was `creative and original'. As soon as he told me
that he wanted me to do the same thing on stage, I knew that I would have to
overcome my shyness and that the moment I got up on stage, (namely now), it
would be hell for me, especially since the first half of the performance
would be me doing a solo and that was an awful long time to wait before Joe
stepped in to continue the performance along with me.

  I began to strip off what little and skimpy clothing I had on as soon as I
reached the side of the tub. I was wearing a very, VERY undersized navy blue
pair of running shorts that outlined my buns almost perfectly, and a
sleeveless lilac shirt that was oversized, giving plenty of material to
easily fall off my small body, but ripped off at the bottom so that it still
exposed a good few inches of my belly. The shirt had one size already
hanging off my shoulder. I just took off the thing my letting the shirt
loose its grip on my shoulders and slide all the way down to the floor. I
now, as planned, gave myself a little hug at the tummy and sat on the floor,
legs spread, propped up on my palms, and let the audience take in the view
of my being topless. I got up into a kneeling position and, with my right
hand (my right was facing the audience), began to tug at my shorts, slowly
pulling them down. I stood up and stepped out of them. What the heck, the
shorts didn't exactly hide much anyway. I now stood `proud' (or rather,
thoroughly ashamed) in small white briefs (the audience probably already
knew I had white briefs since the shorts were small enough to expose a bit
of it right from the beginning), with my right still facing the audience,
and the commentary giving wolf whistles and loud raves concerning the show I
was putting on. I distracted myself from the audience by thinking about how
I would love to brutally murder that commentary guy.

  No for the next step. I reached down to fondle my humble package through
my underwear. I was already hard. I squeezed and scratched my straining
penis through the material, my face burning ("Look at that kid blush!" The
commentary guy declared.), than let my hands roam over my butt for awhile
before getting in the bathtub. I tossed aside my briefs and the audience
screamed their approval. I gave them a few seconds to admire my naked self
before I lay down in the bath, my head towards the audience, but my young
cock still in full view, and began to pump myself, slowly. I had been
trained to be able to hold my load long enough so that even if someone (or
myself) pumped my cock as quickly as possible, I would still take 15 minutes
to shoot. I needed that kind of durability for the show to last as long as
possible, since points went to the length of time it took for us to finish.
I continued to pump my cock slowly with my hands, alternating between left,
right, and both hands, while letting any free hand roam and fondle my own
body, pinching my nipples, etc, but never touched the tip. I soon got up,
and now for the main part of my show. I kneeled in the bathtub, facing the
wall. I put my cock out on the side of the bathtub, as close to the wall as
possible, without touching it. I knew that the cameras were recording very
small detail. I massaged the head of my penis with my thumbs, refraining
from any thrusting for now, and still keeping clear of the tip. Then I
grabbed my suspended shaft with my right hand and put my left on the wall to
rest my forehead on it. I ran my fingers delicately along my shaft, then
with the same hand (right), I pushed my butt forward, and the tip of my cock
(namely the red foreskin and piss slit) touched the icy cold wall. I felt a
rush of ecstasy flow through me, and I pushed some more. My foreskin could
not be pulled back so much as halfway past the head of my cock for some
reason, must be because I grow slowly. As I pushed myself further, I arched
by back and looked down at my little penis (about 3 inches). The foreskin
had been pushed back slightly to let a bit more of the tip of my cock get
squashed against the wall, and I knew that some of the cameras would now be
focusing what my penis looked like from the other side of this transparent
barrier. My thumbs pressed my cock's head down gently against the side of
the bathtub, not moving, and I began to thrust back and forth slowly but
enough to be visible to the audience. The audience were now watching with
rapt attention and there was not one sound. Even that irritating fellow with
the loudspeaker had finally shut up and I could hear him gasp through the
microphone. I noticed that there was some pre cum starting to leak from my
pecker and I used my cock to spread it a little around the wall. I was in
heaven in pleasuring myself. But I kept the next movement in mind. After
more of this playing around with myself in this slow, delightfully torturous
way, I moved on and sat back with my legs propped up against the wall
outside the tub itself. I rested my back against the other side of the tub
and began to jack off again slowly in the traditional way, my thumb every so
often rubbing my prick's pleasure-hungry tip, and soon my hand was wet some
with pre cum. Now I just had to keep doing this until Joe stepped in. I
sneaked a glance at the audience. Most were men, eyes wide with a lewd and
lustful look in them, mouths drooling. Some were touching themselves through
their pants, others (since this was a very open place) had either undone
their pants of stripped off and were pulling at their own organs in their
seats. I already loved this kind of attention when from one person, but I
could sure get used to this.

  "And here comes Joe." Rang out the commentary half-heartedly. Who was I to
blame them? I knew that they would rather be watching me in peace than
having to open their mouths and tell everyone what was happening (but that's
their job, right?). I guess they would be the first to buy this performance
on recording. I felt big, strong and reassuring arms grab my shoulders as if
to say "You're doing fine my little boy." They reached under my hairless
armpits and I fell limp as they lifted me up to standing position in the
tub. Then I knew he had stepped in, although I still had my back turned on
him. His right arm reached around my waist and held me to him, while his
left pinched my nipples. My ass could feel his huge monster straining in
lust and burning through the swimming trunks. I began to pant in heat. The
audience no longer mattered. His hand reached down to my genitals and began
to massage them, using my own pre cum as lubricant. He spun me around to
look at him. It was getting kind of crowded now in the tub. Why couldn't
they just get a normal wall which was bent at a right angle at knee height?
I looked down and noticed several small cameras fixed under the tub.
Probably to record Joe when he fucked me later on, I concluded. I noticed
that the front of the trunks were wet with liquid lust. I looked up at him.
Joe just smiled and pushed me down to have my face level with his crotch. I
raised my hand to flick his nipples, and he grabbed it and placed it on his
crotch. I felt the cock through his trunks and squeezed a little. We were
just reenacting out one of our bathtub scenes for the audience. Back then,
Joe had just returned from swimming outside in the pool and caught me naked
in a dry bathtub playing with myself. He immediately took advantage of the
situation and what happened next was, like everything else, about to happen
all over again.

  As I played with his crotch some more, he held my head gently and pushed
it to his hard-on that was well outlined in the swimming trunks. I sniffed
it and rubbed my nose and lips in it, taking in the smothered man scent that
the hardness of a slowly building-up pressure behind the elastic material.
"Oh my god. This it HOT." The guy with the microphone whispered. And I knew
it was only going to get hotter, and hotter, and hotter. I pushed aside the
material and exposed my man's nuts and very big hard drill of flesh. I
licked the exposed purplish head and did so for his testicles as well. I
then felt my head being grabbed and pushed down, my mouth against the tip of
the huge 9-inch cock. I wasn't supposed to take it in. Yet. I rubbed my lips
against the tip, wet with a slow, steady flow of pre cum juice. My tongue
darted out slightly to give my daddy several small `stabs' of pleasure. NOW
I parted my mouth and he pushed me down, down, until everything had gotten
in. I thought I felt some go down my throat. He began to fuck my mouth with
slow, deliberate thrusts, my hands holding on to his legs. I gave my tongue
some exercise, flicking the head everytime he pulled out a little, and doing
the shaft whenever it passed through. He kept up the slow movements until he
came with a huge volley of boiling, bittersweet cum down my hungry gullet.
Some still ran down my chin. We were not done yet.

  I turned back to face the transparent wall and kneeled again as Joe pushed
his cock back into the swimming trunks. Big strong arms of Joe wrapped
around my waist once more and he began to thrust slowly again back and
forth, his once again covered crotch rubbing sexily against my ass crack. I
was panting and moaning boyishly with lust, my eyes closed and head tilted
back and began to sweat as my cock was at the same time being pumped slowly
by Joe. His technique was skilled that the feeling was still wonderful even
through my thick and tight foreskin. It was just like the way I do it to
myself, only better, since he was the one doing it. I had closed my eyes and
was taking in all this with a very passive attitude. His continuous massage
of my young genitalia and his heated rubbing against my buttocks sent me
into heaven with sexual pleasure. He stopped everything suddenly, and made
me turn around again. He kissed me full on the lips while his hands held on
to my shoulders. He broke off and licked all his cum off my face, then we
made out some more, his tongue invading my mouth and biting my lower lip,
all with a passion that reminded me that I was his most precious possession
and that he loved me as I loved him. His hands roamed down my body and
squeezed my buttcheeks, making me squeal with pleasure. He plundered down
again to kiss me some more. My hands were also doing something, which was
pulling down his trunks to his thighs. One of his hands (not sure which,
since my eyes were closed) reached down and took ahold of my cock, rubbing
its head against his own cock, which simply drove me wild, with the added
bonus of his other hand, still fondling my sexy little bum, drove a finger
into my anus most lovingly and carefully, bringing intense pleasure as he
brushed past that specially sensitive little area between one's scrotum and
anus to get in. Everything else just disappeared while all this happened.
There was no more audience, no more stage. We were back in that bathtub at
home and acting out our memories. We needed no more script. We were now
doing it all by pure memory and instinct. We WERE the script (don't ponder
over what that means if you don't get it. It's not important so just read
on!).

  Now for the next stage. We were almost done. He made me lie down in the
tub and was soon on top of me licking and sucking my nipples. There was no
way I could keep quiet whenever he did that as those were my most sensitive
spots. I screamed out loud in the intense sensations and gasped loudly as
wave after wave of pleasure was derived from having my petite tits sucked.
When he was finished, he descended down to my cock and wasted no time
getting into his hot mouth. Like his hand, his tongue knew just how to treat
my stubborn foreskin to still be able to bring me pleasure. His tongue
concentrated mostly on my tip, and he worked the rest of my cock my pressing
it between his mouth and the roof of his mouth. I wondered what it would be
like when my foreskin could be pulled back far enough to expose my head...? I
was still quite a way from cumming when he stopped and shifted himself back.
He bent both my legs and lifted up one. He kneeled down before me (there
was, like our bathtub, plenty of space in this one. Enough to do this) and
lowered his face to my buns, and licked my lifted-up right leg, starting
from my anus, along my right bumcheek, up and up until he got to the back of
my right knee. He then lifted my left leg (without letting my right one
fall) and did the same thing, except that when he reached the same spot on
my left leg, he started to go back down, down, towards my anus again. My two
legs were left propped up on his shoulders as he soon was licking away at my
buns, with his tongue occasionally brushing against my anus, and my cock
jumping up everytime it did. "Oh...shit. Oh my god." I heard the commentary
whisper. But I was too fucked up (in a pleasurable way) and hot, with my
cheeks red with heat and my body sweaty as anything, to care. I was
squealing and whimpering like a girl, and even my tear ducts were in
operation from the overwhelming volley of carnal sensations. Joe was now
concentrating on my anus alone. The feeling was indescribable and sexual joy
beyond description. It was sex and lust and pleasure in its purest and most
intense form. I was going to cum if he didn't stop soon and I knew that was
not supposed to happen, but Joe knew just how to handle my young body. He
pushed on and gambled with the amount of time he had on my ass before I had
an unplanned orgasm. He was really pushing his luck, but with tons of
practice on me and being the person he was, I knew that as long as I was
doing this with him, we couldn't go wrong.

To be continued...