Date: Thu, 15 May 2014 20:57:16 +1200
From: That Guy <finnl1623@gmail.com>
Subject: Boy at the window - Chapter 3

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between fantasy and reality then please seek professional help.

This is my first attempt at writing anything, let alone an erotic story so
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Boy at the Window – Chapter 3

BEN DIDN'T KNOCK on Finn's door as he stepped into his house after making
his way unseen through the dense growth of trees at the back of the field.
The door was latched with a cooling breeze drifting through the open plan
living area offering a welcome relief from the stifling heat outside.  The
ten year old boy saw him sitting at his computer in the office and his face
brightened into a beaming smile when Finn looked his way, seeing him
dressed in an old pair of blue jeans, white t-shirt and bare feet.  Ben had
taken off his heavy school blazer and held it on one arm with the ends of
his shirt tails out and hanging down over his trousers.  It was one of the
hottest days of the summer so far and he could feel the dampness of his
white shirt as it clung to his back, the sweat seeping into the thin
material between his shoulders and under his arms.  His hair was matted
down over his forehead and his face was flushed with perspiration that
formed on his upper lip and in the corner of his eyes.  Ben squinted and
knuckled the sweat away from his eyes, the salted water stinging for a few
seconds before he could see clearly again.

"Hey kiddo," Finn said turning his way and smiling at seeing the boy who'd
suddenly entered his life just a few days ago.  He was the sexiest young
ten year old Finn could have imagined and his heart rate doubled at just
the sight of him, thrilled beyond words that he had let himself in.  "Come
in here.  There's something I want to show you."

Finn had spent the last couple hours on YouTube after finishing his latest
chapter and had been watching some of the hottest young boys singing in
both home made movies and professional videos.  Boys like MattyB and Johnny
Orlando did it for Finn, but this morning he'd found a mind blowingly sexy
little boy named Carson Lueders.  Fuck he was a hot little kid, albeit just
a tad on the pale side for Finns' liking but he'd watched almost every
video he could find of him.  But nothing on YouTube could compare to having
a real boy live in the flesh, standing in his living room here for one
reason only.

But it wasn't the video clips he wanted to show Ben.  Finn hadn't yet heard
him sing and didn't want to intimidate him if he wasn't as good as these
kids were.  Instead, he'd looked up the email address of the principle at
Ben's school and had sent her a message after Ben had left yesterday.  He'd
gotten an enthusiastic reply this morning with the principle agreeing to
meet with him whenever was convenient.  Finn was sure that Ben would be
thrilled and couldn't wait to show him.  He'd also downloaded a copy of
`Real Steel' and wanted to show Ben his doppelganger in the form of Dakota
Goyo and see his reaction.

Ben casually dropped his blazer over the back of the couch feeling at home
in Finn's house after only being inside once before.  "Can I get a coke
first?" He asked as he kicked off his shoes and pulled the front of his
shirt outwards and fanned it over his chest trying to cool himself down a
little.

"Sure, grab me a water from the fridge as well buddy." Finn replied eyeing
the boy's slim figure and the shirt clinging around his back.  As much as
he wanted him and to caress his naked body again, Finn also felt a strong
need to get to know him without pressuring him into sex as if it was
expected.  He wanted it to be Ben's decision and Finn would let him
instigate any sexual acts between them.

A few moments later, after some banging of cupboard doors and the fridge
opening and closing, Ben appeared at Finn's office door looking in
expectantly with his hands cupped around a glass of coke and a bottle of
water.  Ben looked around at Finn's office as he trod quietly over to his
desk, seeing the framed awards adorning the walls and reference books
stacked on shelves.  His mouth gaped at the huge duel screens on Finn's
tidy and organized desk and sat on the spare office chair offered to him.

"Kwel!" Ben said as he placed his cup on a coaster and handed Finn his
water.  His small frame seemed to disappear in the chair even though he sat
on the edge leaning forward, his attention drawn to the screen with the
paused movie, stopped with Max and the robot just before the dance scene.
"What's that?"

"That's what I wanted to show you," Finn said as he stared at the boy's
sun-kissed face and bright eyes.  The light smattering of freckles over his
nose and full lips added to his allure and Finn thought back to Carson
Lueders, comparing him to the young rising star and thought that they
shared some similarities but that Ben outshone him easily.  "Watch this and
tell me what you think."

Finn hit play and sat back to watch Ben.  The character `Max' was wearing
the white singlet and jeans that Finn loved so much, drinking a coke and
studying papers and a computer outside on a park bench with the huge robot
standing behind him.  Max starts the music playing and slowly begins to nod
his head in time with the heavy beat as the robot mimicked his every move.
As the kid turns around and sees the robot copying him he grins cheekily
and starts to move from one foot to the other.

Ben turned to Finn with the same cheeky smile.  "He looks like me."

"I know." Fin replied noting that it was the actor that looked like Ben and
not the other way around.  "Just watch.  I think you'll like this."

Max was swinging his arms as the music sped up and started jumping up and
down on the spot in a hip-hop style dance, walking towards the robot and
showing off his hot wee body.  He moves in a languid motion in a one person
Mexican wave before spinning on his feet in a complete circle.  Finn
watched Ben as he absently licked his lips, totally engrossed in the sexy
scene before him as Max jumped up on the picnic table and did a robot dance
before Hugh Jackman came out and spoilt the show.  When it finished Ben
looked at Finn in astonishment.

"What movie is that?" he asked.  "Who is he?"

"His name is Dakota Goyo," Finn said, thrilled at Ben's obvious
excitement.  "The movies called `Real Steel' and he was eleven years old
when he was in that."

"That's so kwel!" Ben said.  "Do you like him too?"

Finn laughed, "Of course.  He looks just like you...  Except I think you're
way hotter than he is."

"No I'm not, stop saying that." Ben said but his face beamed at the
compliment with a playful smile.  He looked back at the screen.  "Can I
watch it again?"

"Sure." Finn said and lent forward to mouse the slider back a couple
minutes.  He hit play again as Ben rested his elbows on the desk with his
face just a few inches from the screen watching in earnest.  He sipped from
his bottled water as the boy and robot danced again with Ben sitting so
close to him that their knees touched under the desk.  Finn could smell the
fragrant flowery aroma of the ten year old boy mixed with a little sweat
and his yearning for him swelled to almost boiling point.  It was all he
could do not to reach out and run a hand up his thigh and grasp his crotch,
knowing that he could and that Ben wouldn't mind in the least.  But they
had plenty of time for that.  He also wanted to show Ben the email from his
principle and to hear him sing with Finn playing the piano along with him.

When the dance scene ended for the second time, Finn quickly closed it down
and brought up his email.  "I got something else to show you." He said
looking at Ben who sat back in the chair with his coke in hand looking a
little less flushed and hot than when he'd first walked in.

"What?" Ben asked coyly, the corners of his mouth turning upwards as he
brought the glass to his lips.  Finn was left with no doubt what was on the
boy's mind.

"Not that...," Finn said smiling at Ben.  "Well, not yet anyway."  He double
clicked on the email from his principle.  "I emailed Ms Schroder yesterday
about doing the competition and she emailed back this morning." Finn said
moving the email over to the screen closest to Ben so he could read it.

    FROM:         L Schroder – Principle, Saint Andrews Boys
    TO:              Finlay Lewis
    SUBJECT:    Re: Research for published author Finlay Lewis

    Dear Mr Lewis,

    Thank you for your interest in Saint Andrews Boys to conduct interviews
and run a competition to gather ideas and themes for your planned
children's books.

    I would be delighted to meet such a well-known author and discuss your
request.  It would be a great opportunity for our teachers to nurture those
creative minds and for our students to talk to a published author.

    Please contact my secretary on the numbers below to arrange a time that
is suitable to you so we can discuss in greater detail.

    Kind regards,
    Linda Schroder
    Principle

"That's so awesome!" Ben said once he'd finished reading.  "So when are you
gonna go?"

"I'll see if I can go in tomorrow." Finn said to the boy who was
practically bouncing up and down on the chair.  "But don't get too excited,
it might not happen.  We'll have to see what she says."

"She'll say yes," Ben said before tipping his head back and draining the
last of the coke into his mouth and belching loudly.  "She's really nice."

"Ooooh... Do you have a crush on her?" Finn said teasingly as he tickled the
boy's side.

"Noooo!" Ben laughed and pulled away from Finn with his chair swinging
around.  He jumped up and skidded out the door, almost slipping over in his
socks on the wooden floor before catching himself.  He looked over his
shoulder at Finn with a playful grin and headed back out into the living
room.  "Can I have another coke?" He yelled to Finn from the kitchen.

"Sure okay buddy." Finn said as he got up from his chair and adjusted
himself.  Ben had been in his house for a full ten minutes already and it
seemed to Finn that he was in no hurry for anything to happen.  His cock
wasn't hard, but it definitely wanted some attention.  "But not too much or
you'll be bouncing off the walls." He called after the excitable boy as he
followed him out.

Ben just grinned and poked his tongue out at him as he came into the living
room.  Finn noticed that his hair was still damp with sweat and clung to
his forehead with the humidity hanging in the air making him look like the
hot ten year old boy he was.  His shirt stuck to his body like cling-film
which stirred Finn's desire for him as he looked on with expectant
anticipation like a kid waiting for Christmas.  Ben poured himself another
half glass of Coke and gulped it down, looking back at Finn with a knowing
smile.  Finn couldn't help but look him up and down with longing,
remembering the feel of his hands on the boy's smooth skin and his sexy
naked body grinding his hairless cock into his stomach the day before.

"So do you wanna suck my doodle now?" Ben asked clanging the glass down on
the stone bench top having thought of nothing else all morning.  "You said
you would."

Finn smiled at the ten year old.  "I know I did, and I will." He said and
his cock grew instantly hard.  "But first, you promised you'd let me hear
you sing."

Ben pulled a face.  "Can I do it after?"

"Just one song."  Finn said looking him in the eye.  He was so fucking cute
he couldn't believe it.  "I really want to hear you sing."

"Ooookayyyyyyyy..." Ben said in exaggerated annoyance and slumped his
shoulder down in dejection.

"Thanks buddy." Finn said.  "Come over here and see if you know any of the
songs I've got.  I can play the piano and you sing."

"Yeah, kwel." Ben said his face brightening again.

Ben skipped over to Finn and slid onto the bench next to him, shuffling his
butt along until their arms were touching as Finn flipped through his music
sheets.  "What kind of songs do you sing?" He asked the lad next to him.
Finn was vividly aware of how soft his touch seemed as his arm brushed back
and forth over his, his small frame leaning against his body as Ben peered
over to see the music sheets.

"Mostly bible stuff." Ben said and Finn felt his hand on his thigh,
pressing down as he tried to push his body up a little to see over his
arms.  "But we do some other stuff too.  Last week we did `Love and Mercy'
like Libera.  Have you seen them?"

"Libera?" Finn asked questioningly.  "I don't think so, no.  Who are they?"

"They're a choir from England and they're really good." Ben said
excitedly.  "You should watch them."

"I will." Finn said smiling.  "But I don't know how to play that on the
piano."

Ben said "That's okay."  He reached across Finn and picked up the music
sheets and fingered through them.  "How about if I sing `Ave Maria?  I'm
good at that one.  Can you play it?"

"Yeah buddy, I can." Finn said watching Ben's face as he beamed.  He knew
the piece well and could play it almost without looking at his music
sheet.  "But why don't you stand up and face me."  Although he thrilled at
having Ben sat so near, he didn't think he could cope with his hot and sexy
wee body actually touching him as he played a song he hadn't practiced in
months.

The scent of Ben's body wafted up into Finn's face as the boy hopped up
with a mix of jasmine and sweat invading his nostrils.  The sweet smell
ignited Finn's desires anew and he could feel his cock beginning to leak
pre-cum into his briefs.  Fuck he wanted to taste the boy so badly and bury
his face between his thighs and suck his hard and hairless little cock, but
music was a passion for Finn and to hear Ben singing for him was something
he'd looked forward to all day. Especially if he was half as good as he
said he was.  But the thing that really boiled his blood was the fact Ben
knew what was coming next and eagerly wanted Finn to go down on him and
suck him for the very first time.

Finn's face betrayed none of his inner thoughts as he arranged the music
sheets and placed them on the stand with `Ave Maria' at the front.  He
spread his fingers across the keys and read through the first few bars
familiarizing himself with the notes, but he couldn't help glancing at the
boy he knew he was going to suck.  "Ready?"  He asked looking back at the
cute ten year old boy now standing facing him.

"Yep." Ben said with a single nod of his head.  He took in a deep breath
puffing out his young chest, cleared his throat and swallowed as he
prepared to sing in what was obviously a ritual to ready himself.

Fuck...  Finn thought as his eyes lingered on Ben's sexy chest seeing the
hard nubs of his small nipples poking out through his damp shirt.  With
difficulty, Finn tore is gaze off the lad and concentrated on playing.

The first haunting notes of `Ave Maria' reverberated from the baby grand
and bounced around the large living room with a slight echo, and Finn
looked up at Ben expectantly.  His face was a mask of concentration and he
held his chin low, licking his bottom lip and taking shallow breaths
through his nose.  Ben exhaled just as the low base note of the opening was
dying out into near silence and waited, bringing his head up and looking
straight at Finn before sucking in a deep lungful of air.

"AaaaaveeeeeeeeeeMaaaaaareeeeeeeiaaaaaaaaaa..." Ben's high voice sang out
into the room and filled it with such a sweet and pure sound that Finn was
momentarily taken aback, stunned at what he was hearing coming from the ten
year old boy's mouth.  As he watched, Ben's brows furrowed and his eyes
closed as he repeated the opening line, drawing out the words into a
smoothing melody and Finn felt a shiver coarse through his body making the
hairs on the back of his neck stand up.  Unconsciously, his hands stopped
moving on the piano as he stared at Ben in utter disbelief at his perfectly
pitched high voice and clear tones that only a prepubescent boy could
achieve.  But this wasn't just any old kid belting out the latest pop song
at home to his parents; Ben's voice was trained and good.  And not just
good, it was fucking amazing!

"Why'd you stop?" Ben asked after a moment's pause when Finn stopped
playing.

Finn struggled to find the words.  "Holly shit Ben," he breathed and shook
his head searching for something to say.  "That was..." Finn said
incredulously, stunned into silence.  "Just... Wow."

"Told you." Ben said smugly, smiling with his lips closed and his blue eyes
sparking as if it was no big deal.  "You want me to sing the whole thing?"

"Absolutely." Fin said with all thoughts of getting off with the kid
momentarily forgotten, but he kept staring at him for a few seconds, a
fondness for the boy he hardly knew creeping into his soul.  He could feel
himself starting to fall in love and already couldn't imagine not being
able to see or to be close to him.  As their eyes lingered on each other
there was a sense of belonging, an unspoken connection between them that
they both felt very strongly.

Again, Finn began playing and Ben followed his ritual of holding his head
down and swallowing before lifting his head up and taking another deep
breath.  His crystal clear and sweet voice filled the room as he repeated
the opening lines only this time Finn kept his fingers moving across the
keys watching Ben's face.  The intensity of his expressions matched the
haunting sound of his voice, the high pitched notes accompanied with closed
eyes and a lifting of his head, his neck stretching up trying to achieve
the seemingly impossible.  But he made it look so easy and at times Finn
could hardly see his lips moving as he drew out single words in ever
changing pitch, his face full of emotion that defied his age.  The effect
it had on Finn took him off guard; he felt like crying out of the pure
beauty of the song and Ben's sweet high pitched voice that hit every note
perfectly without wavering even once.  It was obvious that Ben had a
connection with this song and he sang it with all the ability he had,
putting his heart and soul into it before his voice quietly died out and
the last bar faded into silence.

"My God, that was beautiful Ben." Finn said in shock.  "Can I kiss you?" He
didn't ask out of a sexual need, but simply because that's what he wanted
to do right then.

Ben pretended to think about it for a second twisting his mouth in
thought.  "Okay." He said and stepped forward to straddle the bench sitting
next to Finn.  "You really think I'm good?"

"I do, yes." Finn said as he turned and lifted his hand to Ben's face
stroking his cheek with his thumb.  "That was amazing."  What Finn didn't
say was that he thought Ben would give any of the kids he'd been watching
on YouTube a run for their money including the hugely talented and cute as
fuck Carson Lueders.

The ten year old smiled again as Finn slowly lent into him.  Ben cocked his
head to one side and licked his lips again just before Finn pressed into
him with his mouth slightly open and tenderly kissed the boy.  Savoring in
the softness of his delicate mouth, Finn slowly ran the tip of his tongue
across Ben's lips as he held his head to his and tasted the purity of his
youth.  He breathed in the intoxicating scent of his body held so close and
felt the yearning for him increase as the boy responded, opening his mouth
and allowing Finn to enter him as their breath cascaded along their
cheeks.  Ben's wet and velvety soft tongue tentatively met his and danced
within the void of his mouth for too short a time before Finn pulled back.
The boy's eyes stayed closed in joyful pleasure for a few moments before
opening and his mouth spread into a huge grin that seemed to make his
angelic face glow.

"You're amazing..." Finn said just an inch away from his mouth.  "And you're
a really good kisser too."

"Me too." Ben said.  "I mean... you are too."  He hurriedly corrected himself
and they both laughed.  For a second, Ben had thought Finn would tell him
he loved him.  It was what Ben wanted to say to the man, but he didn't.

"Come on," Finn said pulling back from Ben.  "Show me what else you got."

"You mean under here?" Ben asked pulling his shirt outwards.  He'd been
hoping that Finn would undress him after he'd finished but he seemed to
want Ben to undress himself, so he reached for his top button on his shirt
and pulled it open before Finn could stop him.

"Another song." Finn said chuckling at the kid's eagerness trying to hide
his growing desire to pick him up and carry the ten year old boy to his
bedroom.  He'd held off for as long as he could and even though he wanted
to hear more of Ben's sweet voice, the craving to fulfill his promise to
the kid to suck his cock was far more powerful.

"Ohh...  okay." Ben said dejectedly.  "But you are gonna suck my doodle
aren't you?"

"Course I am Ben.  I'm only teasing you." Finn lent back in and pecked him
on the lips and held there.  "Want me to carry you into my room?" He said
into the boy's mouth.

In a near whisper, with his lips touching Finn's and his small dick hard in
his school trousers Ben replied, "Can we do it on the couch?"

"Sure buddy.  Whatever you want." Finn said bringing his hands around Ben's
back and stroking his sides.  In the space of only a few seconds, the
burning in his loins ignited like an inferno and his cock sprang to
attention as Ben sighed with pleasure with Finn's tongue lapping at his
lips and running across the four adult teeth at the front.

He felt like a horny teenager again like the first time he'd slept with a
guy other than Jay, except this time it was much more erotic and powerful.
He tried to keep his lips on Ben's as he turned on the bench, bringing his
leg up and over wanting to be able to pick the boy up in his arms and have
him wrap his legs around him as they kissed.  He failed miserably and Ben
impatiently moved his legs out of the way while still keeping his mouth
within an inch of Finn's.  With their breaths panting over each other and
their lips touching and separating a few times, Finn was able to pull the
boy into his body and stand with Ben holding on tight around his neck and
his legs circling his waist.

Finn could feel his cock straining in his jeans and pressing up into Ben's
curved ass as he walked them over to the couch with a longing to taste the
boy's smooth and hairless young cock.  As he navigated his way around the
couch and dodged the low coffee table, Finn held the boy's tight young body
close to his with his legs wrapped around his waist.  He slid his hands up
Ben's back and lovingly explored his mouth, tasting the saltiness of the
sweat on his lips as their tongues flicked back and forth over one another.

Ben was learning fast and turned his head to the other side as Finn held
him by the back of the head with one hand and lowered the other to his
ass.  With his fingertips brushing along the cleft of the boy's valley,
Finn gripped his cheek and squeezed it as his leaking cock rubbed
delightfully back and forth under his clothed ass.  His legs felt the
leather of the couch and he broke their kiss, swallowing the ten year old
boy's saliva and opening his eyes to look down over Ben's back making sure
he wasn't about to drop him onto the floor.

Without warning, Finn let go of the lad and fell down with him, dropping
onto his knees with Ben's legs spread wide around his body.

Ben let out a startled cry and then laughed after landing on the couch with
Finn kneeling in front of him.  "You scared me!"

"Sorry.  I just can't wait to suck your dick."

"S'Okay    ." Ben said with an excited smile and flashing eyes.  As Finn
ran his hands up his legs and over his thighs he asked, "Are you gonna suck
it now?"

"Uh huh." Finn breathed in a whisper, his eyes locked on the small bulge
between his legs with a hunger that was soon to be satisfied.  After a
lifetime of fantasizing about it, it was finally going to happen.  He was
going to have a preteen boy's hot little fuck stick in his mouth and he was
going to suck him to a very dry orgasm.

He looked up at Ben's glowing face and beaming smile and said, "Undo your
shirt.  Let me see you."

As Ben's hands hurried to his buttons eager to feel what it was like to
have someone suck his dick like he did to Cory, Finn stroked his hands up
the inside of his thighs and over the boy's hard boner to the button of his
trousers.  As he snapped it open, Ben's hands descended until they were at
his crotch with his shirt open as Finn slowly slid his fly down over his
hard three and a half inch [9cm] little boy cock.  Finn could see that Ben
had a tight pair of briefs on with bold colors showing between the open
fold of his fly.  They were blue, green and red in some cartoon but he paid
it little attention as his eyes wondered up his lithe and supple body
showing between the white shirt of his school uniform.

Finn looked up at the boy he was about to suck and licked his lips, a
knowing look on his face as he pushed up with his hands under Ben's ass
silently telling him to lift his hips.  The kid pushed down with his feet
and lifted up with his hard little pole tenting his briefs to just an inch
from Finn's mouth.  As the man scrunched his trousers in his fist and
pulled them down over his hips Ben felt the exposed skin of his thighs
prickle.  He could see the outline of his young dick stretching the
material of his underwear below his smooth navel as Finn closed his legs
and pulled his trousers off.  He was practically naked laying back with his
head half way up the back of the couch and his shirt wide open and saw Finn
gazing at his crotch with a grin.

He looked up at him and said, "God you're so hot.  I like the underwear."

Ben looked down puzzled.  These were just his normal undies like any
other.  "Why?"

"It's `Ben-10'." Finn said.

"I know." Ben said still confused as to why Finn was making such a big deal
of it.

"You're Ben...  And you're ten."

"Oh yeah!  I didn't think of that."

Finn looked again at the small cock poking a tent and saw with some
amusement that right where the end of Ben's hard cock ended, the cartoon of
`Ben-10' was printed with an open mouth.  Some boy's underwear designer had
a wicked sense of humor, Finn thought as his mouth salivated.  Looking down
the sexy body of the ten year old, he spread his legs apart and moved in
between them once again and ran his hands up his smooth thighs and cupped
his balls and short stick in one hand.

"Has anyone ever sucked your dick before Ben?" Finn asked giving his
immature package a little squeeze.

"No." Ben said feeling the warmth of Finn's hand envelope him.

"You sure you want me to?"

"Yesssss!"

"Why don't you say it," Finn said.  "Tell me you want me to suck your dick."

"I.  Want.  You.  To.  Suck.  My. Dick." Ben intoned playfully but with
real intensity behind his words.

Finn smiled up at him and ran a hand along the outside of his thigh as he
groped the boy's small package.  He finally allowed himself to lean down
with his eyes locked on Ben's until his lips touched the tight fabric of
his briefs and the end of the boy's hard nail poking out at him.  He
lowered his eyes to Ben's smooth navel and slowly kissed down the short
shaft to his miniature balls, taking in a deep breath of his young boy sex
that fueled his desires.

With one hand caressing the inside of Ben's open and silky smooth thigh,
Finn ran his thumb over the small bulge of his sac before cupping it fully
in his palm with his fingers on one side and his thumb on the other.  Finn
nuzzled his face into the lump of the boy's soft bulge and felt his rock
hard little boner on his lips, the faint scent of it filling his nostrils
that drove him to turn his head and open his mouth around the thin shaft.
He slid his free hand down and slipped it underneath the tight fitting
material of the boy's thigh and reaching up, stroked his fingers along the
bare flash of his hairless cock.  Ben gave a jump as he made contact and
quietly giggled through a sigh with the biggest grin on his angelic face.

"Should we get these off sport?" Finn asked lifting his head off Ben's cock
while he continued to fondle the boy.  Never in his life did Finn think
he'd be so close to sucking the cock of a completely smooth and hairless
ten year old boy and his mouth salivated; he could taste the small
prepubescent cock hidden from view and imagined he could already feel him
in his mouth.

Ben lifted himself up on his elbows and raised his hips without saying a
word.  He just stared down his youthful body at Finn as he pulled the front
of his `Ben-10' briefs outwards and down over his stiff dick, sliding his
thumb along the underside of his small shaft.  The boy shuddered at Finn's
touch and lifted his feet onto the cushions with his legs closed allowing
the man to bend and lift them up onto his chest and pull his underwear down
over his feet.  He then teased his ankle socks off and lowered his legs
again, placing his feet on the couch and held his knees in both hands.
Finn spread Ben's legs apart and slid his hands under the pit of his knees
holding them up as he feasted on the glorious sight before him; the silky
thighs joining at Ben's groin, the small rounded globe of his balls and the
smooth perineum that Finn found so irresistible curving downward into the
valley of his cheeks and virgin hole.

As Finn spread Ben's legs further apart and back into his sexy body, he
lent in over his couch towards the boy's erection with his eyes glued to it
in longing.  The hard organ was at most three and a half inches in length
[9cm] and about the width of his thumb, a perfectly shaped head with the
skin pulled back to nestle just underneath the flared ridge. His small
helmet was the color of lavender with a tiny piss slit at the tip, the
short shaft taut and pale with veiny blue tracks running up underneath the
almost translucent skin.  Ben's sac was small and wrinkled and formed into
a single globe of thicker, darker skin and was completely hairless and
smooth with a thin line beading down the center to the root of his cock.

With his mouth brushing the skin of Ben's inner thigh as he held his legs
apart, Finn looked up the boy's sexy body to his watching eyes and glided a
hand under his small cock.  Holing it between his thumb and finger he
lifted it outwards from his belly, perplexed at the softness of it while at
the same time unyielding in its hardness.  The boy's smooth prick felt hot
to his touch and as he pulled it closer to his mouth, the resistance was
like a spring being bent over, threatening to snap back onto his navel if
he let it go.  The soft skin around the base of his cock flattened a little
with a small indentation forming around the thin shaft and Finn watched the
expression on Ben's face turn to joy with the expectation of feeling his
mouth envelope him.  Instead, Finn lowered his head to Ben's tight little
sac and breathed in the smell of him before wrapping his lips around the
wrinkled skin and pulling his small sac into his mouth and tasting them
with his wet tongue.  His nose was mashed between where the boy's thigh met
his crotch as he feasted on his hairless nuts, tonguing and sucking them in
his mouth and tasting Ben's ten year old crotch for the first time.

Finn breathed heavily over the skin of Ben's navel and soft mound and he
heard the boy moaning quietly above him, but his eyes were focused on the
hot little stick of boy flesh rubbing against his cheek.  With wanton
desire, Finn let the small globe of his wet sac drop from his mouth and
moved to slide his lips up from the base of the boy's hard cock, licking
with his tongue until he reached the small pulsating gland and flicked his
tongue across the tip and tiny piss slit.  Ben's immature cock twitched at
the touch and he sighed with a quivering breath trying to grasp the leather
cushions in his fist.  Finn lowered Ben's legs to the couch around his head
as he glided his lips down the underside of his preteen cock.  He was on
fire with lust at finally having his face buried in the crotch of a ten
year old boy and to hold his small organ in his fingers; his own rampant
cock was rock solid and dripping with a steady flow of pre-cum but Finn
fought the urge to reach down and free himself, wanting to feel Ben's hot
young body as he took him into his mouth for the first time.

Ben looked down as Finn licked up his short shaft, glancing up at him for a
brief second before skimming the tip of his doodle with his tongue and
wrapping his lips around his miniature head and sliding down his dick.  It
was the most amazing feeling that Ben had ever experienced; the warm
moistness of Finn's mouth encircling his dick and the pressure that pushed
in from all sides as he felt himself slide fully into the man with his
cheeks suctioned around it was electrifying.  He moaned in blissful
pleasure in his high pitched voice as he succumbed to the sensation of
being blown for the first time in his short life.  His cock was alive and
throbbing in Finn's mouth as the man roamed his hands over his body,
sucking up and down his fledgling stick with his lips mashing into his soft
little boy mound each time to take him in.  Ben closed his eyes and slid
his ass forward on the couch, pushing his hairless groin into Finn's face
wedged between his thighs.  He was laying almost vertically on the couch
with his rock hard boner slick with saliva as he slowly started to lift his
hips up into his the man's face with slow shallow thrusts.  The
exhilarating sensations that coursed through his body were like non other
he'd experienced before; better than when Finn had jacked him or even when
he'd let him rub his doodle against the man's stomach.  His small cock felt
so hot in Finn's mouth with his tongue curling around his thin pole and
sliding up and down, a slick moistness that threatened to overwhelm him as
he shuddered in perpetual delight.  And then Finn opened his mouth just as
he raised his hips and sucked in both of his small nuts, drawing in the
whole of his smooth preteen package with his tongue massaging his sac until
he could stand no more.  He whimpered through his clenched teeth as his
cock was assaulted, thrusting his crotch up into Finn's mouth as he fucked
his cock in and out.  He felt the man roam over the protruding bone of his
pelvis with one hand and the other laying flat on his mound, his hard nail
poking up between his thumb and index finger causing the skin to stretch
almost painfully each time he pushed up.

Ben wanted to cry out and tell Finn that he loved him, that all he could
think about for the last few days was Finn sucking him, but he couldn't.
He was beyond speech, the only thing he could do was moan and pant and
writhe on the couch as his small cock was devoured again and again, the
rising of his dry orgasm nearing and clouding his thoughts until he was
lost in sexual ecstasy. But just as he felt himself nearing the precipice
of blissful orgasm Finn pulled off him and left his aching cock twitching
and throbbing, mere seconds away from reaching his ultimate climax.  Ben
felt a sudden stab of resentment towards the man and shot a hand down to
his crotch to finish himself off, but Finn caught his wrist and held it
tightly at his side.

"Not yet Ben," he said.  "I want you to wait."

"Please..." Ben begged.  "I was so close."

"I know." Finn said with a devilish smile.  "But you have to fulfill your
promise first."

"What promise?" Ben asked, the fiery hot sensations in his small hairless
cock still just one touch away.

"You're gonna suck my cock now." Finn said to the nearly naked ten year old
boy spread before him.

"But can't you make me orgasm first?" Ben whined not sure he really wanted
Finn's dick in his mouth, and even less sure that he wanted him to come in
there either.

Pausing for a moment and drinking in the sight of Ben's sexy body with his
heaving flat chest, the toned stomach of his torso and legs parted either
side of him Finn considered whether he could let the boy languish in sexual
torment or not.  As much as he wanted to feel Ben's juicy red lips and the
moist warmth of his hot little mouth on his cock, the small slick prong
just an inch from his own mouth and the intoxicating scent of sex emanating
from his boyishly smooth crotch was enough to make his mind up for him.

"Okay buddy," Finn said.  "But only because you taste so good."

Ben smiled with glee and brought both hands up under his head, taking in a
deep breath and wriggled his crotch at Finn's face.  "I know," He said down
to the man between his legs.  "I taste really good."

The hard little nail bounced from side to side with the short pole pointing
up at Ben's stomach and his small head held up an inch from the boy's soft
mound in front of Finn's face teasingly.  Finn stroked his hands to Ben's
flanks and held him still, lowering his mouth over the taut globes of his
balls and rolled his tongue across the thick wrinkled skin with his nose
pressed into the base of his young cock.  Hearing the boy sigh in pleasure
once again, he traced his tongue up the wet shaft and engulfed his tiny
head between his lips and sucked his sweet dick back into his mouth and
pressed his forehead into the boy's navel.

It had taken Finn a minute to adjust his technique when he'd first felt
Ben's hot little member in his mouth; the tight squeeze between his thighs
and the smallness of his thin cock that never slid past his tongue was as
alien to him as licking pussy.  He had to purse his lips tighter around the
slim shaft and bob his head back and forth in shorter strokes, but he was
in absolute heaven.  Rather than the thick meaty cock of his other lovers,
heavily ribbed and veined with a bush of pubic hair that scratched his lips
and face, Ben's tender boyhood felt like the finest silk as it slid easily
in and out of his mouth.  The softness of his smooth and hairless mound
brushing his lips as he pressed his face into it was like snuggling into
cotton wool, the tenderness of his flawless skin supple at his touch.  And
the taste; free of the bitter saltiness he was used to, it rolled over his
tongue and tasted of pure boy and the innocence of youth.  Finn glided his
tongue over the helmet of Ben's hard gland and the taut skin stretched
around the slender ridge of his head and hummed, vibrating the excited cock
in his mouth eliciting a gratifying moan from the boy.

As he sucked the ten year old boy's hot little dick back and forth with his
hips raising and falling, Finn gazed up his young body with his arms up
under his head and pulled off his soaking dick briefly.  "Hold my head and
tell me when you're close." Finn said with a husky voice before plunging
back down on his hard nail.

Ben did as instructed and Finn felt the boy's hands on his head, clenching
his hair in his fists as he pumped his crotch up and down into his mouth
fucking his preteen cock into Finn's face.  Ben was delirious with an
urgent need for release and held his head back, forcefully gyrating his
crotch as he thrust back and forth in short strokes, panting and whimpering
as his orgasm approached.  His small cock hit the roof of Finn's mouth as
the boy mashed his soft mound into his face and held it there, holding his
breath and tensed with his butt cheeks lifted off the cushions.  For Finn,
the two or three seconds before the explosion of orgasm hit the boy was
breath taking; the excruciating delay of orgasm as his small cock expanded
in his mouth and the quivering of Ben's body before he jolted, moaning in a
long shuddering breath as he came in dry pulsating waves of pleasure in his
mouth.  Finn had never felt such intense feelings of joy and love that he
did now; giving Ben pleasure and making him squirm in delight was all that
he lived for in that moment and he relished in the slow waning of his
climax, his prick twitching in his mouth with decreasing frequency as his
chest rose and fell in heavy breaths.  The boy opened his eyes and tilted
his head looking down at Finn and licked his dry lips, smiling wanly in
exhaustion as a bead of sweat ran down his temple and his chest glistened
with dampness.

The boy sucked in a sudden breath as Finn flicked his tongue over his head
and sank back down on his short pole, luxuriating in the tingling sensation
at the tip of his dick that spread down into his groin.  "That was the best
one ever," Ben said quietly as his breathing slowed and he lay back
enjoying the gentle caress.

With a long pull upwards, Finn swallowed his saliva once his little cock
was free of his mouth and imagined he could taste Ben's sweet flavor
lingering on his tongue.  "Good," He said to the ten year old boy.  "I'm
glad I could be the first person to do that to you.  Did you like it?"

"Yeah." Ben replied unmoving letting the light breeze coming in through the
open doors cool his sweaty and glistening young body.  He looked down at
Finn as the man crouched back onto his ankles and stood, his jeans tented
out in front of him and Ben's gaze was drawn to it knowing Finn wanted him
to suck it like he had Cory's, but now that the time had come, he was
hesitant.

Nervously, Ben pushed up from his slouched position and sat at the edge of
the couch, his face level with Finn's crotch as he reached up and grasped
his huge dick through his jeans and looked up at him.  "Can you not shoot
in my mouth?" He asked a little apprehensively.

"Sure sweetie," Finn said as his heart raced, already picturing Ben and his
juicy red lips wrapped around the end of his cock slurping up and down the
length of his shaft.  "You don't have to do anything you don't want to." He
continued assuring the young ten year old but wanting nothing more than to
fuck the boy's hot mouth.

Ben raised his eyebrows and pulled a face at Finn.  "Sweetie?" He said in
his high pitched voice even as he tightened his grip on Finn's steel like
tool in his small hands.

"'Cos you taste so sweet." Finn said enjoying the feeling of the boy's
hands absently stroking his cock through his jeans.

Ben rolled his eyes but smiled at the same time looking up at Finn.
"Whatever!"

"You gonna just sit there playing with it or are you gonna suck it?" Finn
asked playfully.

Ben looked back down at Finn's crotch, his eyes seemingly crossed as he
focused on the bulge just a few inches from his face. "I'm gonna suck it!"
He said smiling to hide his apprehension.  He raised his hands to Finn's
button and fumbled with inexperience at the catch.  "Can you help me to
undo this?" He asked sweetly as if he was asking for a bowl of cheerios.

Looking down at the nearly naked boy, the skin of his smooth and slender
body revealed between the open shirt hanging loosely at his sides and his
still erect penis poking up between his legs, Finn felt a surge of emotion
rush through him.  Just a few short days ago he had only fantasized about
having a boy, any boy, to bury his face between his legs and suck him,
finger his tight little ass-hole and eat him out and to fuck him and have
him moan in pleasure and ask for more.  But he didn't think that way with
Ben; he only wanted to please and pleasure him, to show him the love he
felt for him and to only do what Ben felt comfortable doing.  He was giving
him the chance to back out any time he wanted, but once he began, then
there would be no going back.  He desperately wanted this boy, more so than
any other and not just because he was here in his house, but because he was
so sexy in a way that only a ten year old boy can be, and that he didn't
even seem to know the effect he had on him.

Without saying a word, Finn reached down and placed his hands over Ben's
baby fists at his button and twisted, releasing its hold and letting the
boy tug down on his zipper.  He watched as the boy's forehead creased in a
furrow, his eyes focused closely and biting his lower lip as he pulled his
fly down over the long hard shaft of his cock with his small fingers curled
around it gently groping him.  Helping Ben pull his jeans down, they fell
to the ground around his ankles and Finn felt a fleeting fear run through
him, realizing that they were exposed for anyone to see through the windows
and open doors.  But, he rationalized, only if someone were in his backyard
since the densely packed leaves of the evergreen trees surrounding his
property shielded them from view.  In the expensive suburb that he lived
where each house had expansive gardens and outdoor swimming pools, Finn's
was probably the smallest but it was nestled back further than any other
where any nose they made would soon be lost in the background hum and
ignored.

Pushing the thought of being discovered in a compromising position with a
ten year old boy to the back of his mind, Finn smiled down at Ben with his
eyes glued to the large bulge and long shaft of his cock straining his
briefs.  "You wanna help take these off?" he said as he pulled the band of
his briefs forward.  He felt a thrill run up his spine as Ben licked his
lips, not once but twice and swallowed before reaching out and pulling the
offered material down over his throbbing prick.

Finn had had many men handle his junk and even though it wasn't the first
time he'd felt Ben holding him, as soon as the boy reached up and grasped
his swollen shaft, he shuddered in ecstasy.  Somehow, the sensation of a
boy's soft hands on his cock was so much better than any mans and he let
out a low hum and smiled down at Ben, moving his hand around to the back of
his head and stroked the golden tanned skin of his cheek with his thumb.

"That feels really good Ben.' Finn said.

Ben smiled, his heart pounding in his immature chest as he looked at the
huge phallus in his fist, his fingers and thumb barely touching around the
hard shaft of Finn's cock.  He slowly brought his thumb up over the head
smearing the clear slime down into his hand, his hot breath flowing over
Finn's erection causing the man to shudder in delight.  There was a gentle
pull at the back of his head that brought his face closer to Finn's
engorged prick and he puckered his lips, kissing the oozing tip of Finn's
cock with his lips pressing into the sheath of taut skin of his exposed
glands.  Working up his courage to take Finn's cock into his mouth, Ben
gently stroked his fingers along the lower half of Finn's shaft and
delicately nibbled his small soft lips along his erection, unaware of how
sensual the act was or that it was an incredibly `experienced' thing for a
ten year old to be doing.  He went down as far as Finn's short pubic hair,
his head turning to nuzzle into his crotch and back up again to the tip
gliding his moist tongue along the hard shaft that sent shivers along
Finn's spine.

As Ben's slippery tongue came closer and closer to his sensitive glad, Finn
flexed his cock in the boy's hand and hoped he'd get the hint.  At long
last, after a lifetime of fantasy and knowing without a doubt that it would
never ever happen, he felt Ben swipe his tongue across the tip of his cock
and he paused momentarily, tasting the saltiness of his pre-seminal
lubricant.  He hesitated and licked his lips looking up at Finn with
rounded eyes, looking so pure an innocent despite the huge throbbing cock
in his small fist and the wetness of Finn's cock-juice on his lips.

"It tastes kinda salty like your cum did." He said softly.

"Yeah it does baby," Finn said, calling Ben `baby' without thinking about
it.  "You don't have to if you don't want to."

"I know.  I want to okay?" he said.

"Okay.  It's up to you."

Before opening his mouth, Ben licked again at the tip and swirled his
tongue around a few times and worked it into his slit.  His soft lips
parted slightly and the tip of Finn's head slid into the mouth of a ten
year old boy for the first time.

"Oh yeah," Finn moaned.  The incredible warmth of Ben's hot mouth was like
a silken glove as he slowly eased his cock over the boy's soft velvety
tongue with just a little pressure at the back of his head.  Ben's teeth
briefly scraped along the ridge of Finn's glands before his lips formed a
tight `O' around his shaft and the boy sucked in, his cheeks hollowing in
on the side of his face as about half of Finn's length slid inside him.

Just as quickly it was withdrawn and Ben held it an inch from his mouth
giggling.  "Your dick's really hot!"

"God kid," Finn sighed in exasperation and paused for a second.  "I know.
So was yours.  It means it really liked what you were doing."

He opened his mouth again, wider this time and sank his lips down along the
hard shaft to meet his fisted hand.  It wasn't far, but it was far enough
that Finn could feel the hot wetness, the softness of his cheeks and the
firmness of his velvety tongue as he slid down onto him, progressing
cautiously but keeping his hand wrapped around his shaft the whole time as
if to prevent him from going too far.

Again Ben lifted off him.  If Finn didn't know better he'd have though Ben
was purposefully tormenting him.  "You're doing great Ben." Finn said.

"It's not that hard." Ben said shyly.  "I just go up and down while I suck
on it yeah?"

"That's the idea buddy."  Finn said.  "Just like I did to you."

"You're not going to shoot in my mouth right?" He asked for the second time.

"Not if you don't want me to." Finn answered.  "I promise to warn you
before I do that."

"What should I do then?"

"Well, if you don't want me to cum in your mouth, just take it out but keep
your hand around it and jack me till I shoot." Finn said and contemplated
his next question, unsure whether Ben would agree or if he'd find it
disgusting.  Instead he formed his words into a statement rather than a
question.  "I might come on your face so close your eyes when I tell you to
okay?"

Ben hesitated for a second before answering.  "Okay."

Finn smiled.  "Now, back to work buddy.  And watch those teeth!"

"Sorry." Ben said with a cheeky grin before moving his head between his
legs mimicking what Finn had done to him.  There wasn't a trace of hair on
his balls since Finn had shaved them smooth again that morning and suddenly
Ben's lips and tongue were on them, his face nuzzled into his groin with
Finn's cock snaked along the boy's cheek.  Finn felt one of his balls being
sucked into Ben's hot mouth with a slurp before quickly being pushed back
out, his tongue darting over the wrinkled skin of his low hanging sac as
the boy borrowed into him, searching for the other.  After a few seconds,
his head lifted up again and suddenly his lips settled over Finn's raging
hard-on and took it all the way into his wide open mouth.  Ben didn't gag,
but he didn't hold it that far down for long enough.  He backed off
instantly but not before he had proven to himself that he could do it.

Finn thought Ben would pull off again but he didn't.  After a moment's
hesitation, his head lowered and this time there was no stopping, as soon
as he pulled back up with his lips tightly encircling his cock he quickly
descended again, sucking with a surprisingly advanced skill that was a
mystery to Finn.  He began slowly at first; going up and down only one or
two inches [3 – 5cm] until he realized he could go further.  Ben never
again ventured beyond the halfway point, but three or four inches [8 –
10cm] was more than enough for Finn.  He knew it wouldn't take long and he
soon found himself thrusting slowly back and forth into the boy's hot
mouth, never pushing too far or forcing his way in or even taking control.
This was going to be all Ben's doing at his pace and at his own time.

With ever increasing speed, Ben's silky smooth lips glided up and down his
long hard cock with one hand held firmly around the base of his shaft and
the other deftly playing with his balls as Finn progressed closer and
closer to orgasm.  When it came, the suddenness of it took Finn by
surprise.  He felt the rise of climax as his cock expanded in Ben's willing
mouth, the retraction of his balls in the boy's small hands and the rush of
adrenaline as it coursed through his body, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Jesus!" Finn almost shouted.  "I'm coming..."  With an effort to keep his
promise to Ben, Finn pulled his cock from the welcoming embrace of the
boy's hot mouth, wincing with the brief but sharp pain of his teeth
scraping over the ridge of his bulging head.  His engorged penis throbbed
and jerked in the air as he gripped Ben's tightly held hand around the base
of his cock, stretching the skin back into his body almost painfully
smoothing out the purple flesh of his glands.  He held it an inch from
Ben's button nose and his angelic face before it pulsed, spraying the first
of a half dozen steamy loads over the boy's face.  The first shot surged up
his shaft and erupted over Ben's cheek and his scrunched up eyes as the
overwhelming sensations of orgasm rocked Finn's body.  The sight of a
gorgeous nearly naked ten year old boy sitting on the edge of his couch,
his hand clenched around his shaft as he came over his face was beyond all
Finn's wildest dreams.  His prick pulsed again and again shooting the
second and third volley over his rosy cheeks with the fourth, fifth and
sixth splattering over his closed mouth and chin and down onto his exposed
chest as he held onto the back of the boy's head.

Slowly, his breath came back to him as he glided Ben's small grasping hands
up and down his slickened cock, squeezing his shaft tightly as the last of
his cum dribbled out of the gaping slit of his head and fell into the boy's
lap.  Looking down, his cock glistened with the saliva of Ben's mouth and
his spent semen as the euphoria of climax abated, his urgent need
diminishing but the desire and lust remained.  Never in his life had he
felt such longing at the moment of climax as he had just then; the warm
velvety smoothness of a young boy's willing mouth encompassing his cock was
better than anything he'd experienced before, better than he'd ever
imagined it would be.  No man had ever excited his sexual yearning so
completely that he knew without a doubt that he would forever, from this
moment on, be so addicted to boys that sex with anyone else would be
meaningless.

Before Finn could fully recover, Ben blindly lent in with his eyes closed
against the semen pooling on his long lashes and with no direction from
Finn, stuck his tongue out to lick it over the tip of his head and then
took it back into his mouth.  It was an act of such sensual pleasure that,
for a second, Finn thought he was the butt of a young boy's deception, that
Ben knew exactly how to please a man and had been doing so for quite some
time.  But, it was only fleeting as the warmth enveloped him again and he
felt his cock gliding over the velvety smoothness in the boy's mouth only
moments after his orgasm.  He knew that Ben was tasting his semen, could
feel his tongue lapping at his glands and rolling it over the ridge of his
head, his lips tenderly sliding back and forth over the taut skin like he
was sucking on a lollipop.

"Oh, fuck yeah." Finn groaned in delight.  He eased his roughened fingers
around to the front of Ben's face and gently stroked his soft cheek as the
last of his orgasm faded into blissful memory, tenderly wiping the spent
semen from the boy's eyes with his thumb.

Hesitantly, with his face scrunched up, Ben pulled back from Finn's dying
erection and slowly opened his eyes to mere slits, the hot creamy wetness
dribbling down the fold of skin between his cheek and nose and sliding over
his full red lips.  His tongue caught the rolling bead of semen before it
fell to his chest and smeared it over his lips.  He swallowed and opened
his eyes further looking up at Finn with an expression he recognized; a
look that shouldn't be on the face of a ten year old boy.

"Did I do it okay?" Ben asked quietly, almost in a whisper.

Okay? Finn thought.  How could such an act performed by a preteen boy,
something so wonderful and thrilling and sensual be reduced to just one
simple word?  Okay?  Did I do it okay?  It didn't come close to what Finn
had felt, not even remotely.   Okay?  No!  It was incredible, but he knew
that Ben was seeking assurance, that what he'd done was okay.  But it was
more than that; he looked like he expected to be rejected, to be told he'd
done it wrong or that Finn hadn't enjoyed it despite the still warm
evidence smearing his precious face.

"Okay?" Finn said.  "It was better than okay buddy.  I think that was the
best blow job I've ever had."

"I didn't do it very good." Ben said but the uncertainty had been replaced
with a beaming smile, his tongue running along his bottom lip.  "Yours is a
lot bigger than Cory's and it feels different."

He glanced down Ben's sexy young body, at the thin line of bare chest
between his open shirt and down to his now impotent penis hanging loosely
over the tightly packed scrotum between his thighs.  "I bet it does." He
said noticing the dark stains on his white shirt.  "But you did good.
Sorry if I scared you when I came on your face.  It looks like some got on
your shirt."

The boy looked down still holding his hand around Finn's softening cock and
wiped at the small wet patches on his shirt.  "It's not so much.  Most went
on my face and chest."

"And some in your mouth." Finn added.

"Yeah." Ben said with a smirk and his eyes seemed bashful, his long lashes
curled up as his face radiated a sexual knowledge far beyond his years.
God he was hot!

"Looked like you enjoyed doing it..." Finn said still standing in front of
the boy, enjoying the view of his sexy little body and cum smeared face
knowing that it was his.  "It sure felt good."

"Really?" Ben asked.

"Yeah buddy, it did." Finn said with his eyes dropping between the boy's
legs for a moment.  His not-quite-flaccid penis was like an overgrown worm,
thin and soft with the tiny cherry colored gland peeking out deliciously
between the loose folds of his foreskin.  He wanted to hold it in his hand,
to feel it harden as he caressed and stroked it, to taste it in his mouth
once again and bask in the glory of what it was to love a boy.  Finn
glanced at the clock on the wall, resentment swelling up within him that
their time together was measured in minutes, not hours or days or nights,
at the fact that Ben had to hurry back to school leaving him with a sense
that their time together was about nothing but sex.  Well, it was, Finn
mused, but he wanted it to be about so much more.  He wanted to talk with
him, get to know him even if it were just to hear his sweet little boy
voice and to hear him sing!   Oh, what a voice he had.

"We have time if you wanted me to suck yours again." Finn managed to say
with his mouth salivating and blood filling his softening prick held in
Ben's small grasp.  They had time.  Time enough for that, and time to get
him cleaned up before he had to leave again.

Ben looked up at him then, his tongue poking out and curving down flat over
his bottom lip like a thirsty dog and panted in quick breaths.  The
upturned corners of his mouth creased the smoothly tanned skin of his
cheeks as he nodded his head up and down eagerly, his playful antics
failing to hide the eagerness he obviously felt.  Finn couldn't resist
stroking his thumb across his sweet face as he held him under the chin and
circled it into the cooling semen dribbling down his cheek.  He suppressed
an urge to simply laugh at the innocent acceptance of Ben's natural urges
and instead let the thrill of being with him fill him with a contentment
he'd long wished for.

"I think I've turned you into a sex maniac." Finn said in an even tone, but
he was filled with a thirst for the young ten year old boy that couldn't be
quenched.  He looked back down between Ben's closed legs at the `V' of his
thighs and the small cock drooping over the single globe of his wrinkled
sac and the bald mound of his pubis.  His whole body radiated sex; the
sleek lines of his neck and collar, the small and incredibly sexy
indention's at the front of his shoulders, his little boy chest that hinted
at a definition only a few short years away with the distinct line running
down between his breast and into his stomach.  The softness of his navel
and the raised mound upon which that made him a boy sat proudly below the
tight folds of his stomach as he sat forward on the couch showed only the
barest hint of fat on him.

"What's wrong with that?" Ben said with a mischievous grin even as he sat
back into the couch letting go of Finn's hardening cock.  "I like how it
feels."

"I couldn't tell..." Finn said in mock seriousness feeling the loss of his
hand but eager to feel another part of him inside his mouth.  "Why else do
you keep sneaking into my house if not to get off with me?"

Far from being Finn's intention, it looked like Ben took his comment
seriously and seemed to consider it for a second.  "Because I like you," He
said.  "You're nice.  We don't have to do sex stuff all the time if you
didn't want to."  His voice lowered a little and trailed off as he wiped
the back of his hand and wrist across his face and turned his body away
slightly and Finn felt a wave of regret at voicing what was supposed to be
a joke.

"Hey, sorry buddy," Finn said.  "I was only trying to tease you.  We can do
sex stuff as much as you want to.  I really don't mind."

Ben turned his head back to Finn, his eyes meeting his for a moment before
the steely gaze he tried to maintain collapsed, the corners of his mouth
spreading into a grin once again and his eyes sparkling with boyish glee.
"Got ya!" He almost shouted.  "You're such on old fart!"

"You little shit!" Finn said.  Without warning he dropped down with his
knees either side of Ben's legs, pinning the boy to the couch and attacked
his tender young body with his hands digging into his sides.

Ben yelped and squirmed under him, grabbing Finn's wrists in his small
hands and tried to pull them away as he screamed in abject torment.  It was
the first time Finn had really seen the small boy act like a kid, laughing
in delighted agony at the torture Finn was inflicting on him as he twisted
his back from side to side trying to get away from his tickling hands.
"Nooooooo...  Stop!....  STOP!...  Pleeeeeeeassssse!"

Finn stopped, his fingers still touching his hot and sexy body but no
longer moving.  "You want me to stop?" he asked the boy.

"Y... Yes." Ben chocked out, his breath heaving between fits of laughter with
fresh tears streaming down his flushed cheeks.

"Why should I?" Finn said leeringly.  "I could do anything I wanted with
you and you couldn't stop me."  There was a hint of truth in what he said,
but Finn would never do anything to hurt him.  He couldn't.  He wanted to
love him, not hurt him.  The look on Ben's face and the way he tensed his
body, trying to find some way out of Finn's hold was like watching a deer
caught in headlights.

"Please don't do it again...   No no no no no..." Ben screamed as Finn
wriggled his fingers closer and closer to his sides.  "Please!  I'll piss
my pants!" Ben cried out through clenched teeth.

"You're not wearing any pants!" Finn laughed.  He dragged Ben up by his
wrists and turned him lengthways on the couch, holding him tightly as he
straddled the young boy low over his legs and leant over him.  He
manhandled his small hands into one of his and held them above his head and
with the other, traced a finger down his childishly muscular arm to the hot
cave of his armpit.

Ben thrashed his head from side to side, straining his body and pulling
with all his might against Finn's grasp.  Suddenly he stopped with his body
held rigid and looked Finn dead in the eyes.  "Please don't." He begged.

Finn could feel Ben's whole body tense and he gazed down at the nearly
naked boy beneath him.  The shirt tail had caught under his back and was
twisted around his chest, his exposed nipples like little jewels, hard and
erect and his ribcage rising and falling in rapid breaths.  Further down,
the ten year old boy was soft; his energy focused on the torment and the
expected attack that would come at any moment.   Finn, however, was more
aroused than ever.  His hard cock thrust out magnificently from his body,
six and a half inches [16.5cm] of blood engorged manhood drooling a bead of
pre-cum onto Ben's thighs with the lust welling up inside him reaching
fever-pitch.

"Okay." Finn whispered as he lowered himself down onto Ben's small body
feeling the heat radiate off him into his chest.  He held most of his
weight on one arm as he held Ben's hands just above his head in a loose
grasp, their faces just a few inches away and their eyes locked on one
another.  Ben's face was flushed from struggling and trying to escape
Finn's merciless tickling.  Sweat formed in tiny beads, caught in the small
cleft above his upper lip and the soft skin that curved gracefully from the
bridge of his nose and under his eyes was damp and flushed.  His panting
breath was warm and delicious as his slick and sweaty chest rose and fell,
pressing up into Finn's body with each intake of breath and sticking to
him, only to peel apart as he expelled.  The moment seemed to stretch as
Finn took in every detail, every sensation and feel of the boy under him.

He wanted to kiss him then, to feel his lips and the warmth of his mouth,
but he hesitated.  Laying over him with his arms help up above his head,
the folds of skin over his immature muscles around his shoulders and the
hairless curve of his pits tanned lighter than the rest of his body drew
his attention.  With a touch so light that his lips would have felt like a
feather tickling his skin, Finn brushed his lips over the smoothness of his
body and slowly turned his head outwards and tasted the essence of him with
his tongue.  The pure scent of boy that drew him into his pit was like an
aphrodisiac, the taste of him there and the intimacy of the act flooded him
with desire and his hip pressed into Ben's thighs between his legs.  It was
only minutes since Ben had sucked him, even less since he'd wiped away his
semen from his eyes; yet he was hard again.  Not since he himself was a
young boy, with Jay teaching him the pleasures of sex at just nine years
old had he been capable of maintaining his erection and ready to go again
in just a few short minutes.  It was Ben that did it to him, a ten year old
boy that simply radiated sex whether he knew it or not and Finn knew
without a doubt that many a man would have stared at him with desire in
their hearts.

Finn breathed him in then, marveling that he alone had gloried in the
forbidden fruit of his body and savored the taste and smell of him as he
lifted his head again.  Ben looked up at Finn, his cum streaked face and
wide open eyes pleading with him in a longing he was only just discovering,
laying there as if subservient to him, waiting.  Finn saw it; the look in
his face.  There was longing there, excitement, even desire.  But there was
something else in his eyes, the way he laid there.  He was subservient to
Finn's will and lustful intent.

A cold hand closed around his heart and squeezed as the realization hit him
like a hammer.  He'd longed for this moment for so many years, dreamed for
so many nights, alone in his bed wishing that he'd find a boy to love, a
boy that would love him back that he'd not stopped to think.  Of course it
was obvious that he, a ten year old boy would assume the submissive role
given their age difference.  Finn hadn't given him the chance otherwise.
He never wanted to force his will upon a boy; he wanted him to give himself
willingly and on his own terms, to teach Finn as much as Finn wanted to
teach him.  There was nothing he could do to change the last couple days,
but he could give back to Ben what he'd so thoughtlessly taken from him.

He spoke the words he felt so deeply that it hurt as he lent his lips down
close to the boy's ear.  "I love you Ben." It was said so softly, but in
the near silence of the room with only their breaths and the slight breeze
rustling the trees outside, it was like a thunderclap.  The truth of the
words echoed in Finn's mind as he lifted his head up to meet his eyes,
searching those deep vibrant pools of blue for understanding, a forgiveness
of his self-indulgent desires.  He waited for what seemed an eternity
before Ben's eyes narrowed into slits and his brow furrowed.

"I..." He said in a small voice that trailed off into a long pause.  Finn
waited, his heart beating in his chest wanting nothing more than to hear
the words spoken back to him.  But they didn't come; twice Ben started to
say something, taking in shallow breaths and his lips formed as if to speak
but he remained silent.

Letting go of Ben's wrists Finn lent on his elbows and lowered one of his
hand to his face and put a finger to his lips, silently telling him he
didn't have to say anything.  As he gently stroked the fingers of his other
hand through his hair, pushing the damp loose strands of his blonde curls
out of his eyes and tracing his fingers down his cheeks, he gently lifted
himself off Ben and rolled onto his side between the boy and the back of
the couch with his head in his hand.  Ben shuffled sideways and turned his
face, his eyes never wavering from Finn's as the silence stretched out
between them.

"You're so..." Finn began.  He couldn't find the words to tell him how he
felt, how in just a few days Ben had become the single most important thing
in his life.  He wanted to be with him every moment of the day and night,
how his absence felt like a giant void in his heart when he left and how
much he'd yearned for his return.  He took in a shallow breath and let it
out as he smiled weakly at the boy laying beside him, unsure of what to say
to the boy.  The erection that had sprung to life again only minutes after
being enveloped in Ben's warm and inviting mouth softened by the second
against the smooth skin of his thigh, even as he continued to trace his
fingers along the boy's hairline over and over again.

"Did I do something wrong?" Ben asked in a small questioning voice Finn
hadn't heard from him before, and he realised that he'd fucked it up
again.  The expression on the young boy's face was uncertain, looking to
Finn for answers he didn't know how to give him.

"No, of course not." Finn answered.  "Why would you think that?"

"Because you stopped."

"Yeah I did sweetie." Finn said.  "But only because I need to know that
this is what you really want."

He nodded his head.  "Yeah."

Finn waited for a few seconds, trying to read his the look in his eyes.
"Did it make you uncomfortable when I said I loved you?"

There was only a slight shrug of his shoulders as he looked up at Finn.  "I
dunno..." he said quietly.  "Only my Mom and Dad and Max say that to me."

"Who's Max?" Finn asked.

"My brother."

"Oh...  I didn't know you had a brother." He said.  It was another reminder
of just how little he knew about him and his life.

"Yeah, he's a couple years younger than me."

"Is he as cute as you?" Finn said as he gently caressed his bare chest
between the open front of his shirt, stroking just his fingertips down over
his stomach and navel, barely grazing the soft mound of his boyhood.

"He's a pain in the butt!" Ben said, but finally there was a smile there
again.

There was another long pause before Finn found the words he was looking for
as he stroked his hand up Ben's body to his boyish chest and looked across
at him, his face so close to his.  "You know I meant it when I said I love
you don't you?"

"I guess." Ben murmured rather shyly as a look of confusion swept across
his face.  "How do you know you love me?"

"Because you're a very special boy Ben." Finn said and lent in to kiss him
lightly on the lips, lingering for a few seconds as he burnt the feelings
and sensations into his memory.  "I knew from the first time we met that I
loved you."

"Yeah, but how did you know?" Ben asked inquisitively turning onto his side
to face Finn.  As though it was the most natural thing in the world, he
snuggled his small body into him and slid a leg between his and tucked his
arms up between them laying his hands flat on Finn's chest.  With his head
tilted back slightly he looked up at Finn with searching eyes.  "What does
it feel like?"

"To know you love someone?" Finn said wrapping one arm over the boy and
pulling him into his body, feeling the closeness of his slender form and
the heat that radiated off him.  The sheer joy he felt as he slowly and
gently caressed Ben's back, sliding the palm of his hands up and down the
short distance from the curve of his rounded butt cheeks to the bony blades
of his shoulder through the thin fabric of his school shirt hindered his
concentration.  "I don't know...  It's kinda like your heart wants to explode
and you get a pain deep in your tummy but it doesn't really hurt.  All you
can think about is the person you love and you want to be with them all the
time.  And you miss them when they're not here."

Ben was nodding his head, just a shallow nod at first but as Finn tried to
explain how he felt, his movements grew and he was smiling fiercely.  "Me
too.  But I get all tingly when I think about you...  And I get a stiffy." He
said in a quitter tone, almost a whisper as if he were afraid of being
overheard.  "I got one in class today thinking about coming here... And..."

"And what?" Finn asked, his heart soaring at hearing Ben's words.  He
wanted to be here!  He thought about him when they were apart and got hard!

Ben just lay there for a few moments with his body pressed up against
Finn's, the white shirt of his school uniform hugging his supple form and
spilling open at the front with his buttoned sleeves running down his
slender arms all the way down to his wrists.  He looked up at Finn with his
eyes wide, so full of intensity as if he wanted to get something out but
didn't know how.  Finn could feel every point where their bodies' touched,
Ben's leg nestled between his so intimately, his small hands on his chest
with his thumb stroking back and forth absently and the hot caress of his
breath cascading along his neck and throat.

"It's okay Ben," Finn said reassuringly as he gently stroked the small of
his back and held his boyishly sexy body close to his enjoying the intimacy
of the moment.  "You can tell me anything."

"And I couldn't wait," Ben said and without taking a breath he continued.
"I wanted you to suck my doodle.  Cory said it'd felt awesome when I sucked
his."

"I know buddy, and I really like doing it too.  But..." Finn said, not sure
how to say what he wanted.  "But it sort of feels like you're just doing
what I tell you to do.  I want you to do what you want, how you want to do
it.  Does that make sense?"

Finn saw a look of confusion spread across Ben's face as he shrugged his
small shoulders.  "I mean...  I dunno.  I want... No, I need you to feel like
you're in control as much as I am.  If you want me to do something then
tell me, or...  just show me." He said as he brushed a loose strand of hair
away from his eyes behind his ear, and then kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Okay." Ben said smiling.  He pulled back slightly with his hands pressed
flat against Finn's chest, arching his body so that his crotch pushed into
him.  With a knowing smirk that hinted at the playfulness Finn knew was
lurking just under the surface, he lowered his voice as he locked eyes with
him.  "Why don't you shut up and just suck my doodle already."

For a moment Finn was taken aback at Ben's bluntness, but then realized
that he was doing exactly what he had wanted him to do.  He let the craving
he felt for the gorgeous ten year old boy beside him show on his face.
"Okay." He said simply.  "Tell me what you want me to do."

"You mean it's up to me?" Ben asked.

"Of course." He said acutely aware of the boy's nakedness below his waist,
his small cock and balls squashed flat into Finn's leg and his own growing
erection snaking along his thigh.  "Whatever you want."

"Okay."  Ben said with one side of his mouth turning upward in a
mischievous grin. He rolled onto his back with one arm under his head
propping it up.  Finn watched as the boy pulled his shirt to the side and
stared transfixed by the boyish curve of his shoulders and the jutting of
his collar bone just below the hollow where they met his neck.  His gaze
lowered to the indented cave of his smooth pits and up over his exposed
chest, and then quickly down to the most precious part of his body laying
semi-erect over his bald mound.

"Nah-uh..." Ben said seeing where he was looking.  Finn turned his head back
up at the kid and smiled as Ben pointed down to one of his small dark
nipples.  "Kiss me here."

"Here?" Finn asked as he traced the tip of his finger around a small breast
and circled it around the tiny nub of his hardening nipple.  He was acutely
aware that time was slipping away and that they had barely twenty minutes
before Ben would have to leave him again.  He played along with the boy
nonetheless even though he yearned to take his small dick in his mouth, to
feel its tender softness over the hardness of his shaft and to revel in the
taste of him yet again.  "Do you like being kissed there?"

"Ah-huh.  It feels good." Ben said coyly nodding his head and lifting his
chest to Finn.

Obeying Ben's command Finn lent down and kissed his sweet little nipple,
poking his tongue out between his lips and licked it, circling the tip
around the hard nub and flicking it.  He breathed in Ben's boyish scent as
he lavished his attention on just one tiny spot of his sexy wee body,
lovingly caressing his side with the palm of his hand and feeling the ridge
of each rib with his fingertips.  He inched upwards towards his other
nipple and gently squeezed it between his thumb and forefinger, fondling it
to hardness before moving his head over with little kisses between Ben's
childishly defined breasts and devoured it.

Ben giggled and squirmed under him as Finn roamed his hand up and down over
the tender soft skin of his body, his shallow breaths increasing as he let
out a quiet moan of pleasure.  "Now here," He said lifting his free arm
under his head and pointing his nose own at his pits.

Without a word, Finn pulled back and pressed his face into the hot curve of
his glorious armpits, smelling the intoxicating musk of a ten year old boy
in heat as he tasted his skin with his tongue and swallowed.  Ben was laid
prone with his hands cupped behind his head offering his body to Finn but
he was far from subservient; he was directing Finn like a puppet, telling
him where to go and what to do and thrilling in each sensation.  He pointed
at his neck, his ears, his nose and even his eyes, only waiting a few
seconds before commanding Finn to the next spot.  Pointing at his lips,
they kissed opened mouthed for just a few seconds before Ben pulled away
and centered a finger on his chest.  Finn followed and kissed him there
with Ben's finger moving an inch lower and stopping again, and again, and
again until Finn had kissed him a dozen times with his body bent and
reaching down to just above his tiny little innie belly button.  His small
hands lowered further and probed into the small cavity demanding Finn to
kiss him there too.

"I can't reach that far down buddy." He said.  His cock was rock hard and
drooling all over his navel and Ben's thighs and he could plainly see that
the boy's small three and a half inch [9cm] dick was rigid, his foreskin
retracted back over his taut glands and pointing up over his soft mound at
him.  "We'll have to change positions if you want me to suck you."  His
voice grew hoarse at seeing Ben's hard little stick of boy flesh and had to
fight the urge to slide down and just take it into his mouth.

"Okay," He whispered quietly tilting his head down to look at Finn.  "What
should I do?"

"Whatever you want sweetie, it's up to you remember."

Ben thought for a moment and then brought his hands down from his head and
sat up with his weight on his arms.  "Can I stand in front of you if you
sit up?"

"If that's what you want, sure." Finn said and imagined Ben's body towering
over him and his short hard little cock stabbing in and out of his mouth.
He licked his lips in anticipation and glanced over at the clock on the
wall and for the second day running fumed at the relentless passage of
time, not only for just this one hour they had together, but of the short
few years until Ben would lose everything that made him a boy and the
inevitable changes as his body matured.

With no notion of Finn's inner musings, Ben gathered his legs under him and
using Finn's shoulder to push himself up, he stood up on the cushions with
his white cotton shirt hanging open down his narrow waist.  Finn's heart
raced as his gaze wandered up the sculptured calves of his legs, noting the
blonde downy hairs catching the light and up to his thighs, spread apart as
Ben lent in over him with one hand on the back of the couch.  Centered
there, protruding out from above his small corrugated sac that was pulled
up into a tight orb was the rigid pole of his boyhood, his foreskin held
firmly beneath the ridge of his glands, swollen and purple-red.  Seen from
underneath, the two halves merged and trailed beneath his foreskin, his
short shaft thin and pale when compared to the rest of his body with
snaking lines of blue meandering downwards.  Finn's mouth salivated at the
sight with his eyes darting from Ben's magnificent preteen cock and balls
to his face and then back again.

"Are you gonna suck it or what?" Ben demanded playfully snapping Finn out
of his revive.

Aroused beyond belief that he was actually hearing a boy ask him that, he
smiled up at the ten year old.  "I sure am buddy.  I was just looking."
Finn said as he tore his eyes away for a moment and lifted himself up into
a sitting position.  He stretched his legs out in front of him with his
feet on the floor, his oozing cock hard as steel and aching with a desire
to plough into Ben's tight little virgin hole.  "Come here sexy!"

Ben looked down at Finn and grinned, his eyes sparkling.  "Stop saying
that!"

"But you are." Finn said barely able to keep the swelling desire from his
voice.  "You're hot and sexy and I love you, and I love doing this."  He
reached around Ben's narrow waist with one hand and down his leg to his
calf with the other, boldly pulling his body across and lifting his leg up
and over until Ben was standing directly in from of him.  With his face
level at Ben's crotch, his eyes locked on the shiny little helmet of his
small cock sticking straight out an inch away from his mouth and held his
hands tight around the boy's hips with his thumbs needing the soft skin of
his flesh around his groin.  He breathed in deeply and sought one of Ben's
hands with his own and pulled it to his head, locking his fingers
in-between each small digit silently imploring him to take control.  Finn
gazed wantonly over the silky soft skin above Ben's erection, the firm
tapered curve of his navel and the indented lines of his pronounced `V'
angling downward.  He slid his other hand around with his palm flat and his
fingers brushing over his mound and his thumb sliding under to press into
the root of his tiny prick.  The incredible satiny smoothness of him there
was like touching perfection and he lent in, letting Ben's cock slide along
his cheek as he lightly grazed his lips over the raised mound of his sex.

Savoring the moment, Finn opened his mouth and laid his tongue flat against
Ben's hot flesh, tenderly sucking his skin as if he were giving him a
hickey but moved slowly downward nuzzling his lips around the base of his
thin shaft.  A wet film of saliva glistened on Ben's naked skin following
Finn's course as his lips glided effortlessly around his small organ and he
moaned quietly in blissful desire.  He felt Ben lean forward over him, both
hands now on his head and balled into little fists as he clutched at Finn's
hair and bent his hips back.  He slid his fiery hot nail along Finn's cheek
towards his lips, his intention crystal clear that he wanted Finn to open
his mouth, take his cock inside and suck him.

"Can you do it now please?" He breathed looking down at Finn with a slight
quiver in his voice.  The burning desire was evident on his face with his
eyes half closed and his nostrils flaring as he pressed his shining gland
to Finn's lips.  His chest rose and fell in quick panting breaths, the
growing urge to sink his penis into Finn's mouth swelling like a fire deep
in his loins that he didn't know how to contain.  All he wanted, all he
could think about was the incredible feeling inside his balls as his dick
slid in and out of Finn's mouth, the heat of his vacuumed mouth and the wet
cushion of his tongue that enveloped him and curled around his organ.  He
never imagined that it, something that nobody else wanted to talk about and
that everyone said was wrong, could feel so good.

Finn's thoughts matched Ben's except that he remembered the feelings, had
experienced his first orgasm at a man's hands a year younger than Ben and
had been fucked for the first time just after his tenth birthday.  He
remembered, and he knew what Ben was feeling.  He wouldn't deny him his
mouth and so he parted his lips and let the boy slide his rigid organ in.
Once again Finn marveled at how small and petite his cock was, how far he
had to close his lips around the thin shaft in a tight ring as it glided
over his tongue as he let Ben sink into him.  He held his boy by the hips
as his firm navel pressed into his forehead and his nose squashed against
Ben's soft hairless mound.  His whole three and a half inch [9cm] length
was suctioned within Finn's cheeks barely reaching the back of his tongue
with his tiny helmeted gland grazing the roof of his mouth.

Ben moaned imperceptibly as he held onto Finn's hair and wrapped his thighs
around his face, his knees pressing into the leather of the couch either
side of his head.  Looking down, he could see nothing below his belly
button except the top of Finn's head and his thighs moving back and forth
as he hesitantly slid his short shaft in and out between the tight
suctioning ring of his lips.  He briefly wondered how Finn was breathing,
his thighs and his dick smothering his face until he felt his hands on his
ass pulling him further into the hot vacuum of his mouth.  Slowly taking
control of his movements Ben lent in over Finn's head and putting more of
his weight on his hands, began to pump his aching dick in short sharp
strokes into his mouth and crushing his balls against his chin.

The burning that swelled up from the depths of his groin made him gasp with
breath as he clawed at Finn's head, stabbing in and out of the unbelievably
hot and wet sucking mouth as the sensations flowed over him.  He ground his
crotch into Finn's face and whimpered above him, every muscle in his young
body tensed against the onslaught of sexual release that built with each
urgent thrust.  His skin prickled with sweat and his face was flushed, his
blonde hair darkened and clinging to his head as he humped into Finn's
mouth over and over again pushing his head down onto his throbbing dick
feeling Finn's hands at his ass and spreading his cheeks apart.  So lost in
the delirium of sexual ecstasy, it took Ben a few moments to register the
tip of Finn's finger tickling the entrance of his anus and circling around
it.  It felt wet and sticky as Finn curled his finger against the fleshy
lips of his virgin hole and Ben let out a moan of delight at the sensation
never imagining that his ass could give him any pleasure at all.  He panted
stuttered rasps, his body quivering in almost unbearable torment trying
with all his might to force his raging three and a half inch [9cm] cock
further into Finn's mouth.  His silky soft mound was squashed against
Finn's face with his navel pressed firmly into his forehead when he felt
the finger massaging his anus push in breaching the tight barrier of his
lips.  With his teeth clenched he loudly sucked in a breath as his ring
burned around the finger sliding into him but even though it hurt, his
instinctual need to come in dry orgasm overrode the stinging pain.  It was
brief, lasting only a moment as his lips stretched and curled inwards
allowing Finn's finger to sink into him, pushing through his sphincter
before easing back a little and then pressing forward again in a shallow
fucking motion.

Finn's head was pressed into the back of his couch as Ben used him, fucking
his hot prepubescent cock into his mouth over and over again.  The boy's
movements were primal, grinding his hips back and forth as he whimpered in
sexual bliss and Finn had reached down to coat his fingers with the oozing
pre-cum from his hard cock and brought it back to the boy's virgin ass.
He'd pulled his cheeks apart and brushed the puckered bud of his ass,
pushing in at the centre until he felt it give a little and then curled the
tip of his finger down between tight lips and entered him.  He felt Ben
tense and gasp at the intrusion but his movements never ceased or even
slowed as Finn ever so slowly pushed in with just the tip of his finger to
the first knuckle buried inside him.  He was a little shocked that he'd
even tried and even more so that it had been so easy, but now that he had
he wasn't about to stop especially since Ben hadn't complained.

He slowly withdrew his finger and slid it back in feeling Ben's lips curl
and fold inwards as he pushed a little deeper, hollowing his cheeks and
suctioning his tongue around the delicately smooth shaft of his rigid
organ.  Ben ground his crotch into Finn's face, squashing his soft mound
against his nose almost painfully but Finn delighted in his wanton desire,
to be face fucked by a ten year old boy with such unbridled abandon was
nothing but spectacular.  The silky softness of his mound and thighs
wrapped around his face and humping cock like a red hot spear straining to
reach the back of his mouth nearly tipped him over the edge.  But most of
all, it was the tight moist warmth of the fleshy insides of his ass that
Finn focused on; the quivering muscles that clenched down on his finger as
he sank deeper and deeper into him reaching for his prostate before his dry
orgasm exploded in his mouth.  He knew exactly where to exert pressure in
adult males, but the unfamiliarity of a young preteen boy's ass and the
tightness of his hot little hole was like his first time all over again.
He had no idea how deep inside a ten year old boy's ass his prostate was,
but he was determined to find it.  His finger brushed against the soft
fleshly innards of his ass searching, seeking the yielding sponginess of
his immature prostate, to press into it and deliver the most incredible
orgasm of Ben's young life.

As the moist sheath of Ben's warm tunnel surrounded his finger, Finn held
his tongue back and loosened the tight grip of his lips around the boy's
raging erection in his mouth hoping to stave off his dry orgasm a few more
seconds.  He gripped the firm mounds of his ass as Ben continued to gyrate
unabated into his face, withdrawing his finger back to the second knuckle
and curling it downwards towards his preteen cock searching, seeking the
elusive pleasure point that he knew was hidden within the depths of his
narrow passage.  After a few more seconds with no sign of hitting his mark,
Finn raised his fist with his index finger speared into Ben's ass and
angled it down towards his small scrotum reaching forwards from the inside
until he felt a spongy mass and pressed in.

The effect was instantaneous; Ben jerked upright and clenched his cheeks,
his sphincter tightening like a ring around Finn's finger and his tiny cock
lurched in his mouth.

"Ahhhhhh...  Shit!" Ben moaned above him with his eyes snapping open as a
sudden build-up of pressure at the root of his sex deep inside him shot a
searing tingling sensation up his shaft as if he was going to pee in Finn's
mouth.  He ground his crotch hard into Finn's face and trembled, clutching
at his hair in his balled fists ripping it from his head and rode the wave
of sexual climax as it tore through his preteen body.  His ass clenched
down on Finn's finger and he moaned in stuttered whimpering breaths,
mashing his crotch hard into the man's face with his hairless ball sac
flattened against his chin.  With his head held back and eyes tightly
closed, Ben's strangled moaning grew louder and louder as the unrelenting
pressure on his prostate made his raging cock burn from the inside out to
the tip of his inflamed slit.  The onslaught of thrilling climax finally
crashed over him as he trembled, his penis thrust as deep as he could get
it in Finn's mouth with his sweat soaked thighs wrapped tightly around his
face and the finger in his ass causing exquisite pleasure like he'd never
felt before.  Ever so slowly, Ben felt the inevitable fading of orgasm even
as Finn's finger pressed harder into his prostate and, on the outside,
pushed his thumb up into his scrotum to massage the root of his small
cock.  With the last spasms of climax Ben's heart thundered in his small
chest as he opened his eyes and pulled his thighs away from around Finn's
face, slipping his spent penis from his mouth as he took in a quivering
breath.  His wet and glistening organ twitched as the invading finger slid
from his ass and, bending his knees, lowered himself down Finn's body.  He
sat down in Finn's lap facing him with the damp skin of his heaving chest
sticking to the man's with each breath and felt his solid shaft under his
butt.

Without uttering a word, Ben laid his head on Finn's shoulder with his head
turned inwards into his neck and reached down between them to grasp his
huge cock, smearing his small hands in sticky pre-cum and slowly began to
jack him up and down.  Finn was so close to blowing his load again after
having the ten year old boy fuck his face with such dominance and
uncontrolled desire that he had to grab his hand and pull it off.  He
wrapped his arms around the boy under his shirt and nuzzled into his neck,
kissing him softly and running his tongue over the smooth sweet tasting
skin.

"Did my finger feel good in your butt?" Finn asked knowing that it had
judging by his reaction.

"Uh huh..." Ben sighed as he settled down onto Finn's body with his legs
stretched around his waist.  His limbs felt weak and it was all he could do
not to close his eyes and fall asleep as his young body recovered from the
most incredible orgasm of his life with Finn's finger inside his ass and
touching something there that made him feel so good.  He knew that gays put
their dicks in each others bums after seeing pictures on the internet, but
he hadn't known why until now.  Even though he was just ten years old, he
knew that Finn wanted to do that too and the thought scared him a little
but it also sent a shiver of excitement through his body.

"It felt good inside you too.  You're so hot in there."  Finn said into his
neck as he lifted his ass up and humped the shaft of his leaking cock over
the wet globe of the boy's tight nuts and along the short length of his
drooping dick.  He groped at his ass and dug his fingers into the fleshy
mounds and between his crack, once again touching the tight knot of his
anus and circling his finger around it.  A stream of pre-cum oozed from his
throbbing cock coating Ben's smooth and hairless navel in slimy goo and bit
down gently on his shoulder as he gazed down the boy's nearly naked back.
The white shirt of his uniform had fallen from his shoulders at some point
and was wrapped around his waist in a thick band with his glorious ass on
display as Finn continued to grind into him.  His bare back was covered
with a thin sheen of sweat as he pushed the boy's ass down into his crotch
and thrust his raging hard-on back and forth humping into him and using his
tender young body to get off.

The building of orgasm was delightfully slow and intense as Finn ground his
aching cock against the boy's soft body, breathing in his smell and feeling
the supple skin under his hands and gazing wantonly down his back to his
naked ass.  His head swam as a wave of pleasure burst up from his groin
with the warm cream of his orgasm spreading between their bodies and
drenching them both in a sticky mess as they moved together.  To Finn it
felt like a river of cum was flowing from his cock in one continuous stream
without pause or the familiar pulsing of climax as he luxuriated in the
moment of making love to a gorgeous ten year old boy.  That was how Finn
would describe what they'd done even though he hadn't fucked him, and
probably wouldn't for quite some time as he slowly relaxed with the young
ten year old boy draped over him with cum steeping out between their
bodies.  He knew Ben would be a mess with sticky semen coating his navel
and crotch and that he had to get him cleaned up before sending him back
off to school, but instead he just laid there enjoying the feeling of his
smooth and sexy preteen body pressing down onto his as his rock hard cock
slowly deflated.

With a growing sense of dread, Finn gently eased the sleepy ten year old up
and kissed him lightly on the lips.  "We better get you cleaned up kiddo,"
He said into Ben's warm mouth.  "Can't have you going back smelling like
sex."

Ben pulled his head back and lifted his body with his arms looking down
between them at the viscous semen smearing his belly and crotch and
smiled.  "It wasn't me who did that."

"Believe me I know," Finn said to the boy and looked down his slender frame
at the mess he'd made.  It was everywhere; spread over his flawlessly
smooth stomach and navel, clinging to his small semi erect penis that hung
down with the foreskin rolling back over the tiny helmet and the tight
nugget of his wrinkled sac glistened with cum.  It had seeped between his
thighs and thin translucent slivers beaded and arched and popped like
bubbles as he pulled back.  The sight of such a sexy and gorgeous ten year
old angle like Ben covered in his cum filled Finn with renewed longing.
What made it all the more unbearable was Ben's none-to-subtle reminder that
he was far too young and incapable of making the same mess.

"That's why you like me isn't it?" Ben asked suddenly.  "Because I can't
cum yet."

Finn considered for a moment before answering.  "At first yes," He said.
"Plus the fact that you're hot and very sexy.  But now...  Now I like you
Ben.  Not just because I want to do this with you, because I do, but
because you're a cool kid and I really want to get to know you better.  I
want to spend more time with you... not just for an hour at lunch."

"You want to have sex with me and put your dick in my bum don't you." Ben
blurted out.  "You put your finger in there and when you did that thing
inside me it made me orgasm.  Will your dick do the same thing?"

Holly fucking shit... Finn thought.  Not `would it do the same thing', but
`will it do the same thing', as if it was already decided that he'd fuck
him.  "Ahhhh...  yeah, it will.  But slow down a bit, that's not going to
happen for a while though okay?" Finn said wishing it weren't true.

"Why?"

"Well, because you're very young and your... ummm...  anus needs to be a bit
bigger than it is now or it'll hurt a lot." Finn said hoping that he'd
explained it well enough for Ben to understand.

"You mean like making it bigger with your finger first?" Ben asked as he
scooted backwards off the couch and stood with Finn's legs between his.  He
wriggled his arms free of the white shirt and dropped it on the cushions
beside Finn and stood there completely naked for the first time that day.

"First?  Before what?" Finn asked knowing what the kid meant but wanting to
hear him say it.

"Before you put your dick in there." Ben said.  "I know you want to, you
said so."

"Yeah buddy, I do." Finn said barely able to keep his eyes off his cum
smeared groin and the small sausage of semi erect flesh that just a few
minutes ago had been as hard as a nail and fucking his mouth.  "But I don't
want to hurt you."

"I know, but I want to if you do." Ben smiled and made a grab for Finn's
cock.  He was still hard after his second orgasm in less than an hour, but
who the fuck wouldn't be with a hot little sexy ten year old naked boy
standing over him with semen dribbling down his thighs from his stomach and
the bald mound around his tiny cock.

"One day," Finn said letting the boy wrap his hand around his manhood once
again.  "But first we need to stretch your little hole a bit.  I got
something for you the other day."

"What?" Ben asked, his face lighting up in a beaming smile.

"I'll show you in a few days."

"Awww...  can't you show me now?"  Ben begged and almost looked like the boy
that he was as he pouted.

"Sorry kiddo, I don't have them yet.  They should be here soon though so
maybe in a day or two." Finn said purposefully using the plural.

"Them?" Ben said excitedly.  "What did you get me?"

"I'm not telling," Finn laughed and swatted his cute little behind.  "Come
on, let's get cleaned up."

"Ooookayyyyyy..."  Ben grumbled but let go of Finn's cock.

As much as Finn wanted to tell the kid what he'd bought him and to spend
the rest of the afternoon simply being with him, he knew he couldn't and
that they only had a few minutes before Ben had to leave again.  He had so
many questions he wanted to find out the answers to; what did he like
doing?  What sports did he like and did he play any?  Who were his
friends?  What did he want to be when he grew up?  What were his parents
like?  Where did he live?

Finn slowly got up off the couch and held Ben's small hand in his own and
led the boy to the bathroom with their feet making quiet slapping sounds as
they padded along the wooden flooring.  They were both as naked as the day
they were born and Finn's hard cock had softened by the time he sat on the
toilet with the lid down and a hot facecloth in his hand.  Ben stood in
front of him and held onto Finn with his hands on his shoulders as he felt
the soothing embrace of the warm cloth on his skin washing away the spent
cum.  A hand held him firmly by the waist holing him still as Finn gently
washed down his thighs and up under his small sac and around his flaccid
one inch and a half [4cm] penis.

"When will you go to my school to see Ms. Schroder?" Ben asked as Finn
rinsed out the facecloth and continued to wash him.  The warm water felt so
good around his dick and Finn's gentle caressing of his balls and between
his legs sparked the same feelings in his tummy and his little prick began
to harden under the cloth and the man's hands.

"I dunno buddy." Finn said enjoying the feel of the preteen boy's body and
the obvious effect it was having on the lad.  "I'll call her after you
leave today and then I'll text you okay?"

"Okay."  Ben said.  "Can you call me tonight when I go to bed?  You said
you would the other day but I forgot to text you."

"Sure, I'd like that." Finn answered.

"Kwel."

"And...  Next time you're here you have to promise you'll sing for me
again."  Finn smiled with his eyebrows raised.  "Naked."

Ben smiled shyly.  "Noooo..." He pleaded completely at odds with his current
nakedness.

"Why not?"

"Because ."  Ben said.

"Because why?"

"Just because...  I'll feel embarrassed."

"But you're naked now."  Finn observed.

Ben smiled as he lent his hands on Finn's legs and bent closer to him with
his face only a couple inches away and their eyes level.  "That's
different."  He whispered.

"Why?" Finn whispered too playing along.

"It just is."

"Okay you win." Finn laughed as he moved his hands up to Ben's boyish chest
and wiped away the last of his cum from his body and threw the cloth into
the sink.  "So long as I get to undress you after."

"Mmmm...  okay."  The boy said leaning back now that he'd gotten his way.
Finn lent forward and kissed one of his small dark nipples.

"And we get to ask each other five questions." Finn said into his chest.
"About anything we want and we have to answer truthfully...  Deal?"

"I get to ask seven questions `cos you're older and there's more to ask."
Ben countered without a second's hesitation.

"Man you're a hard one to deal with eh?"

"Deal?" Ben said trying to put on a commanding voice but it still sounded
sweet to Finn.

"Deal."

"Can I ask you something now?" Ben said in a quieter voice as Finn reached
out for a towel and wrapped it behind his back to dry him off.

"Yeah." Finn said.  "You can ask me anything."

Ben was silent for a few seconds and his hand went to his mouth with the
now familiar sign that he was embarrassed or nervous.  "Well..."  He began
but then fell into silence once more.

Finn held his hands in his and looked up at him.  His face was perfect in
every way and he looked like an angle standing before him with his
sparkling blue eyes and blonde hair tumbling over his forehead and ears and
his cute button nose and red juicy lips that were made for kissing.  He was
every bit boy but oh so fucking hot.

"It's okay Ben, you can ask."  Finn said to the ten year old.  "I won't
make fun of you."

"When did you know you were gay?"

The question wasn't unexpected.  Finn had seen the signs easily enough and
the readily apparent crush he had on Cory were enough to convince him Ben
was gay but that he hadn't yet come to the realization himself.  He knew
his `gaydar' worked fairly well with adult men and was confident the same
was true for little boys too.  He even glimpsed the looks in some men's
eyes as they glanced at a boy, a look that was all too familiar since he
was sure he had the same hungry expression on his face.

"You mean how old was I?" Finn said.

Ben just nodded his head.  "Well, I was a little younger than you.  I
thought maybe I was when I was eight but I knew definitely by the time I
was nine.  And then Jay came along and taught me how good it felt to make
love."

"But how did you know?"  Ben said with all thoughts of sex and the fact
that he was totally naked forgotten.

His eyes seemed to bore into Finn seeking answers which he wished he could
give him.  But the kid would have to find the truth for himself.  "I just
knew.  I liked other boys a lot more than girls and I was always checking
them out even when I was nine."

"Did you get teased?"  He asked.

"Teased?  No, but I didn't tell anyone else so no one knew except Jay and
maybe my Mom."  Finn said as he toweled Ben's chest dry and moved back down
his front to his crotch.  "It's a little different now.  Being gay isn't
such a big deal anymore and people accept it... unless you live in some
redneck town or something."

"I s'pose." Ben said moving into Finn's hands letting him rub the fluffy
towel around his soft dick and balls and between his legs.  He could see
how Finn looked at him and knew that he liked his body because he was young
like so many other men he caught staring at him, but he felt safe and
comfortable with him.

"Can I ask you something now?" Finn said.  "You don't need to answer if it
embarrasses you."

He shrugged.  "I guess."

Finn moved the towel up to Ben's neck and wrapped it around his shoulders,
the big fluffy towel making him look like the child that he was.  "Did you
like sucking Cory's dick and wish that he'd sucked yours?"

Ben nodded his head and didn't say anything.  "And you think that means
you're gay?"

Again, just a nod of his head but he kept his eyes locked on Finn's.

Finn stared back at the boy he was falling in love with knowing full well
what he was going through.  "Well, you might be.  Or not." Finn said.  "I
can't answer that for you buddy, only you can.  But I can promise you this;
if you need someone to talk to and if you're comfortable, you can always
talk to me about it.  I went through the same thing at about the same age
as you so I understand."

"Okay."  Ben said and smiled again.

"But," Finn said with a more cheerful voice not really wanting to get into
this discussion when they only had a few minutes left.  "We need to get
dressed and send you back to school young man!  Let's go find our clothes."

He lightly pushed Ben backwards with a hand laid flat on his smooth chest
and stood up in front of the boy.  For the hundredth time Finn was reminded
just how young and small Ben was coming to just under his chin and his soft
preteen body devoid of any hair whatsoever except the blonde locks that
fell down around his eyes on top of his head.  Taking his hand in his, Finn
led Ben back into the living room where they gathered up their clothes and
put them on.  Finn caught a last quick glimpse of Ben's small marble sized
sac and his limp penis laying down above them before he tugged his cute
little carton briefs around his hips.  He watched the boy dress, totally
absorbed in his own thoughts as Ben pulled his trousers up and buttoned the
fly concealing the smooth hairless skin of his navel and the bulge of his
sex.  Finn couldn't help but smile as Ben did a little dance trying to get
both arms into the sleeves of his white shirt and felt a thrill of
excitement course through him knowing that he had tasted his forbidden
flesh and would do so again.

"You'll be here tomorrow yeah?" Ben asked stuffing the tails of his shirt
into his pants as Finn finished dressing.

"I dunno kiddo," Finn said.  "Maybe.  We'll have to see what time I can go
see Ms. Schroder.  Besides, I don't think it's a good idea for you to come
every day else your friends or teachers might notice and ask where you
disappear to."

"But I want to." Ben wined.  "Can I please?"

As much as Finn wanted Ben to, he did have to take some precautions and
that meant not raising any suspicions.  "I know you do buddy, so do I.  But
you do understand that nobody, and I mean nobody can know about what we do
or even think it, and that means you can't come here every day."

Ben's shoulders sagged and his lips pouted.  "I guess." He said
dejectedly.  "Can I come the next day then?"

"Sure buddy." Finn laughed.  "I'd like that."

They walked out the open bi-folding doors onto the decking and along the
grass after Ben had shrugged on his blazer.  They held each other's hand
with neither of them saying a word as they neared the trees.  It was the
first time Finn had gone with him to the bottom of his garden to say
goodbye before he left, heading back to school where he would transform
into just another little boy who should have no clue about sex and the feel
of a man's touch on his body.  But he did.  There was no sign left on his
sexy little body but Finn could see it in his eyes as he held his head in
both hands with their bodies pressed together.

"Can I get a kiss goodbye?"  Finn asked.

Ben just smiled and nodded his head.  It was brief and soft, their lips
barely touching for a few moments but Finn was as horny and filled with
desire as had been only an hour earlier.  His hard cock pressed into Ben's
stomach and he knew the kid could feel it but he didn't care.  He slowly
lifted his head an inch and broke their kiss as the school bell rang out
shattering the silence.  He felt Ben pull away from him and he reached down
to hold his small hand again, but he let him go as their arms stretched out
and Ben turned back to him.

"Bye Finn."

"See ya kiddo."  Finn said as he ducked under the canopy.  He stood there
for a long minute, well after Ben was gone contemplating how strange it
felt to know that he was in love with a ten year old boy.  Would it be
possible to have a relationship with him and to see him as often as he
could?  It would be difficult at best and most probably impossible without
raising alarms and suspicions in the minds of all those do-gooders.

He would spend the next two days dreaming up reasons or ways to get into
Ben's life when it practically jumped out at him while watching TV.
America's Got Talent was advertising for a new season and calling for
auditions in cities all over the country.

Yeah,  Finn thought.  Fucking brilliant!