Date: Mon, 17 Dec 2007 03:20:21 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack deGropier <jackdegropier@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boi Whore Part One

The boy put his thumbs and forefingers together to form a triangle, put
this triangle over his crotch as if to frame it, and then grinned at me.
At that moment, I knew I was lost. My cock immediately started to swell
and rise and in no time was making an obvious tent in my pants. The boy
looked down at my groin, then back at me and grinned again. He was still
framing his crotch with the triangle made by his thumbs and forefingers.
I stared deliberately at his groin and then looked him straight in the
eye. My hand meantime had gone between my legs to bring some relief to my
aching cock.
"You want me, mister?" he said. His voice was high, like a boy
soprano's, not yet broken.
When I spoke my voice was hoarse. My throat was tight and I was having
difficulty breathing. I could hardly believe my ears.
"Want you?" I said, realising at once how stupid I sounded.
"Yeah, want me." And again he gestured at his groin in an unmistakeable
gesture of invitation.
I looked around. The park was quiet at that time of day, except for the
usual group of kids playing round the swings. Nobody watching. Good. I
looked again into the boy's eyes, pale blue, innocent-seeming, and at
his rosebud mouth over which a smile played as he awaited my response. He
knew he had me hooked.
"Yes," I said quietly, "I think that would be very nice."
Again, I thought how stupid I must have sounded to him.
"It'll cost you, mister," he said firmly.
"Cost me?"
"Yeah, like I don't do it for free, right?"
How could someone so young be so street-wise.
"How much?"
He rapidly rolled out his tariff: hand job, so much, blow job so much,
fuck so much.
I peeled notes from my wad and handed them to him.
"Follow me," he said and set off at a brisk pace. I followed behind him
at a discreet distance, admiring his firm plump bubblebutt. I was aware
of the throbbing of my cock. I was hot. I was horny, I was on fire!

The shed was bare of furniture except for a chair a table and a bed, but
at least it was clean enough. On the walls, there were posters and
pictures, all of them of beefy males, weightlifters, wrestlers,
musclebound footballers and the like.
"You really like men, don't you?" I said admiringly
"Sure. And men like me!" He giggled. "So, let's get on with it."
He came forward and thrust his hand between my legs, grabbing my bundle
and squeezing gently.
"Mmmm, feels good!" he murmured.
He broke free then, and quickly stripped off. I was amazed and delighted
to see that he already had a stiffy. It seemed he was as ready for sex as
I was! I lifted him on to the chair, knelt down between his thighs and
brought my mouth down hungrily on his erect boi-penis. Delicious! He
smelt and tasted fresh, unspoiled, just a slight seminal boi aroma that
never failed to arouse me. I sucked his penis into my mouth and rolled my
tongue round it, savoring the taste of him. At the same time, I reached
down and released my cock from its imprisonment. It sprang free and
stabbed the air as I continued to work my magic on his pulsing stiffy.
Gorgeous! I sucked all of him into my mouth, feeling the velvety tip of
his cock slide past my soft palate and into my throat. His tight little
ballsac was soon between my lips too. It was as if I wanted to EAT him
up.
"Wow!" he said softly in his sweet boi soprano voice. "You sure know
how to suck a boicock, mister! Don't stop! I wanna cum for you!"
The thought of having his boiseed spurting into my mouth and hitting the
back of my throat caused my cock to go into spasm. I reached under myself
and started to stroke slowly, already feeling the precum oozing from it.
At that moment, his penis stiffened and juddered and he held still for a
moment before the first wonderful surge propelled a jet of warm boiseed
into my mouth. And another, and a third, and then a series of twitching
spasms as he emptied himself into me. I cannot describe ^Ö who can? ^Ö
the wonderful aroma and the wonderful taste of a young boy's cum. There
is nothing else like it on earth: it's fresh, creamy, smooth, silky,
sweet, no not sweet, more like unsweetened vanilla icecream. No, it is
impossible to describe. Just to enjoy.
I was desperate now to bring myself off, but resisted the temptation.  As
his penis slowly detumesced, I reluctantly let it slide from between my
lips and stood up. He stood on the chair and beckoned to me to take him
in my arms. We kissed. I hadn't expected this. He seemed to love the
taste of himself in my mouth. My cock was sticking straight out, as if
begging for him to take possession of it.
"I want to hold your cock, mister," he said, but it wasn't a request,
it was a command. This little boi-whore was taking control!

[To be continued. Comments to jackdegropier@yahoo.com]