Date: Wed, 28 Dec 2005 08:45:58 -0800 (PST)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boy in the Striped Bikini

The Boy In the Striped Bikini
by Bill

It was 8:30 a.m. on a Saturday in mid-summer. I had come back
from an early-morning run through my suburban neighborhood and
had just gotten out of the shower.  All I wore was a pair of
boxers as I brewed some coffee in the kitchen. (You can dress any
way you like when you're a 24-year-old bachelor.)

There was a knock at the kitchen door, and a second later the
door opened.  It was Richie Muller, the cute 10-year-old from
next door, strolling into my kitchen like he owned the place.
He was wearing a big beach towel around his waist, wrapped like a
sarong. It wasn't surprising for him to show up like this, since
he came over to swim in my small back-yard pool all the time when
I was around.  It's just an above-ground pool that was here when
I bought the house back in March, but I let all the kids on the
block use it when I'm home, and it's a magnet for them. (I guess
I don't have to tell you that I enjoy looking at their young
bodies, wearing hardly anything.)

"Hi, Bill!" said Richie in his cheerful high-pitched voice. All
the other kids call me 'Mr. Watson' (and so does Richie when he's
around them), but we've gotten less formal since he became my
special young friend.

"Hey, buddy! You're kinda early for a swim, aren't you?.  Or did
you have something else in mind?" I gave in a grin and a wink.

"Wanna see what I'm wearing under my towel?"

"Sure!" I said, hoping the answer would be 'nothing'.

With an excitedly happy expression on his face, he let the towel
drop, revealing... a girl's bikini bottom! It was red and white
striped, and had long strings on the sides holding it together
and dangling down his thighs.  I had seen Julie, his 12-year-old
sister, wearing it just last weekend in my pool.  I almost
laughed, but I knew that would have hurt his feelings.

"Do you like it Bill?" he asked. His expression radiated anxious
hope, hungry for my approval.

"You look GREAT Richie!" I said.  And the more I looked at him,
the more I really meant it. "Makes you look really sexy!" I said
in a stage-whisper, with a comically leering smile.

He beamed with pride and then vamped like a fashion-model.  He
even turned around and stuck out his cute little butt as he
looked back over his shoulder at me with a sultry expression on
his face.  I wondered, as I had many times before, whether Richie
realized just how awesomely hot he was.

"I just KNEW you'd like it!" he said. "I was playing around with
Julie's stuff yesterday, and she let me try it on."  I didn't ask
if he tried on any other of his sister's clothes, but I bet he
did.  He has some rather effeminate characteristics, and I
wouldn't be at all surprised if he likes wearing girls' clothes.

"Have I ever told you you're the most beautiful boy in the
world?"

His grin grew even bigger. "Only every single time we get
together!" he laughed.

I held out my arms, and he ran to hug me. I picked him up with
ease and embraced him, my bare chest against his.  Then I shifted
his body so I was cradling him like a baby.   He wrapped his arms
around my neck and nuzzled his face into my neck.  He smelled of
lavender soap from his morning shower, and I loved the way it
complemented his luscious boy-scent.  I carried him a few steps
over to a kitchen chair and sat down, so now Richie was sitting
with his legs dangling off the right side of my lap. I hugged and
caressed the warm smooth skin of his bare shoulders and back,
burying my face into his amazingly soft wavy hair.  Then my right
hand slid down to his left hip, along the outside of his leg,
over to his right knee, and up his inner thigh.  He spread his
legs a bit, inviting me to explore.  My hand slid higher up along
the silky skin of his slender thigh, and he snuggled against me
even closer.  Then I ran my hand across the tented material of
his bathing suit and my fingers encountered the stiff erection
beneath.

"Mmmmmm..." Richie purred into my ear, almost like a cat, as my
fingertips explored his boner. My pulse quickened with excitement.

"I see our friend 'Dickie' is excited!" I said, using the 'pet
name' we had for his penis.

Richie grinned and reached down to my crotch, snaked his fingers
into the front slit of my undershorts, and wrapped his warm
little hand around my own stiffening cock. "Our friend 'Richard'
is excited too!" he giggled, using our nickname for my cock. He
gave my penis (now fully erect) a squeeze.  "Do you wanna... you
know... go upstairs?" he asked in a near-whisper, "... so we can
play the secret game?"

For the past month and a half, this boy and I had been getting
more and more involved in a wonderful exploration of sexuality
(our 'secret game'), and I knew that Richie loved it every bit as
much as I did.

"Of course!" I answered, stroking his rigid boy-cock through the
bathing suit.  It had been almost a week since our last time
together, and I wanted him so much.

I stood up and was again cradling Richie in my arms. He felt
light as a feather as I carried him out of the kitchen, his towel
left behind on the floor.

"I'm really excited, Bill!" he cooed.  "I've been thinking all
week about doing this again with you!"

"Me too, buddy," I replied. "Every time we do it, it's like an
incredible new adventure!"

I carried him up the stairs and into my bedroom. Standing beside
the queen-size bed, I swung his body and then flung him through
the air... arms and legs flailing, giggling happily... and he
bounced on the firm mattress.  Richie lay there on his back for a
moment, smiling at me and squirming around sexily.

Then he jumped right up and began using my bed as a trampoline.
His little erection was still pushing out the loose material of
his sister's bikini bottom, and he reached down and rubbed it
with his right hand as he bounced.  The ties on the sides of the
bathing suit were flying all over the place as he jumped.  What a
lovely sight he was!

"So what would happen if you pulled those strings?" I asked with
sly smirk.

"Gosh! I don't know!" he giggled, picking up the joke. "Maybe we
should find out!" He stopped jumping and stood on my bed with a
mischievous look on his face.  "Put on some music, and I'll do a
dance for you."

A week ago, Richie had blown me away with a sexy strip-tease
dance, right here in this bedroom, before we proceeded on to some
amazing sexual fireworks.  My iPod was on the dresser, cradled in
a mini-boombox, and I switching to the folder labeled "Richie's
Songs"... pop music I've downloaded for him.  The latest hit by
Beyonce, with its heavy dance beat, began to fill the room as
Richie started to move his body.  He ran his hands sensuously
across his bare chest and arms and belly as he danced... then
down his swaying hips and up the insides of his thighs.  Turning
around, he was shook his incredibly-cute ass at me as his hands
wandered over his barely-clothed butt cheeks.  Where had he
learned to dance like this?  By the time he was facing me again,
rubbing his hands lasciviously over his crotch as he danced, I
was on fire with lust for him.

Then he pulled one of the strings that held the skimpy garment
together.  As his hips gyrated, the bathing suit gaped open on
the right side, and I could see his pre-pubescent boner peeking
out from material.

"Oh YEAH!" I said.  He grinned back at me and pulled the strings
on the other side.  His hips were still swaying to the music as
the bathing suit fell to the bed.  Richie continued dancing
before me, totally naked... utterly sexy.  His circumcised penis
stood up rigid, nearly touching his belly, almost 3 inches long
and nicely plump for a boy his age.  His small, immature balls
were held in a loose sack, dangling just a little.  His slender
legs and smooth tight ass called out to be caressed.

"Oh, man!" I gasped. "You are SO beautiful, Richie!"

"And you're the most handsome man in the world!" he quickly
responded, sounding as if he meant every word of it.  "Hurry up
and take off your undies, Bill. I wanna see you too!"

I peeled down my boxers, and my penis was standing up stiff.

"I just love how big 'Richard' gets when he's hard!" Richie said,
using the pet-name.  "And your body is so strong!"

I have a small circumcised cock -- 5 inches long and medium
girth.  It's basically unchanged since I was 13 years old, which
is also the age I was the last time someone called it 'big'.  But
whenever I get naked with Richie, I think the size of my boner
is just perfect.  As for my body, I work out regularly and keep
in good condition... slender, with decent muscles.  I don't
have much body hair to start out with, and I trim my pube hair a
little and my keep my balls shaved.

"Oh, Bill!  Come and snuggle with me!" he said, as he bounced
himself down on the bed, then lay back with his head on a pillow
and spread his legs.  He began to fondle his erection and wiggle
his body sensuously.  Oh my God! He is BEYOND sexy!  I slid onto
the bed beside him, propped up on an elbow and looking down on my
young lover.

"Want me to make you feel good, buddy?" I asked.

"YEAH!  Could you do that 'world' thing to me again?"

"You mean 'Around the World'?"  The last time we played our
secret game, I had licked and sucked every part of his body.

"Uh-huh! It felt so awesome!"

"OK; but this time, you get to tell me where on your body you
want my mouth to go.  Just point with your finger each time I
switch.  Where should I start?"

Richie put his fingertip to his mouth and pursed his lips for a
kiss.  I took him into my arms as I lay next to him on the bed,
my boner pressing against his leg, and brought my mouth to his.
His lips were soft and luscious.  He tasted and smelled so sweet!
Our lips brushed together for a minute, and then his little
tongue flicked out and sought admission to my mouth.  I gladly
let it in.

Richie's tongue darted across my lips, into my mouth, and all
around my own tongue.  I hugged him tightly, feeling pure love
for my 10-year-old friend.  When the intense kiss finally broke,
I said "Where next?"

Richie pointed to his earlobe.  My tongue and lips attacked it
with mock ferocity, even scraping it lightly with my teeth.
Richie's ears are very sensitive to erotic stimulation, and he
loves it when I do this.  He was moaning and giggling at the same
time, clutching my head with his hands as I flicked the tip of my
tongue into his ear.  After a couple minutes, I stopped and
looked at him expectantly.  He pointed with both hands to his
chest, circling the tiny erect nipples with the tips of his
forefingers.  I scooted down to pleasure them, taking turns back
and forth, sucking and licking the little nubs.

Again I stopped, and this time Richie raised his right arm and
pointed to his armpit.  My tongue glided gently to the smooth,
flawless skin, careful not to tickle him too much.  I inhaled
deeply, taking in the barest hint of boyish musk. It would be
several more years before a hair would sprout here, and I savored
its perfection.  After I had licked one armpit for a minute or
so, I leaned over him to taste the other.  When my head rose up
next, and I waited for his next request, Richie raised up his
legs and brought his feet right to my face.  He wiggled his
toes and poked one big-toe right into my mouth.  That was
definitely all the information I needed, as I began tonguing and
sucking the toe as if it were a short, fat cock.  Then I moved on
to the rest of his toes... all 10 of them... moving down the line
to pleasure them with my mouth.  I didn't leave out the rest of
his beautiful, delicate feet, lapping my tongue all over tops,
bottoms, and heels.  Damn! He had the most incredible, small,
soft boy-feet... the ultimate dream of anyone who appreciates the
sexiness of this part of a boy's body.

"Where now, buddy?"

Without saying a word, Richie brought his knees up to his
shoulders, exposing his ass to my gaze, and reached his finger
down to touch his clean pink anus.  I looked into his eyes,
loving his expression of excited expectation.

I dove in, spreading his ass cheeks further apart with my hands.
I lapped at the sensitive flesh of his bottom-hole with the flat
of my tongue... the way I had done for Richie several times
before.  He whimpered with happy lust and his whole body squirmed
with pleasure.  I responded by pushing forward, burrowing the tip
of my tongue into his virgin anus.  Richie flexed the muscle
open, just like I had taught him, and my tongue plunged in
deeper.   His fresh-washed purity mixed with the intoxicating
earthy essence of his secret place as I cork-screwed by tongue
into him.  His helpless moans of pleasure were music in my ears.

When I decided to switch to a new place, I didn't wait for
Richie's instructions.  My tongue worked its way up from his
wonderfully sexy asshole to his little-boy scrotum.  The balls
inside the silky skin were the size of Peanut M&Ms, and I sucked
and nibbled and licked each one separately, then both together
in my mouth.

Right in front of my eyes was his adorable little  boner, and
finally I couldn't resist any longer.  My tongue slid up along
his plump little shaft, and my lips encircled the incredibly cute
acorn of a cock-head, purple with engorgement.  I teased the
naked pleasure-flesh of his circumcised glans with my tongue, and
then my mouth slid all the way down to the base of his penis
shaft.

Oh, God! YES!  This was heaven!  Sucking on Richie's little
treasure, my head bobbing up and down as the gorgeous 10-year-old
squealed with delight and clutched at the bed-covers.  I worked
his immature boy-boner intensely, with all the variety I could
conjure. And he was LOVING it!

I paused a few second to load a glob of spit on my fingers, and
then went back to sucking.  My fingertips sought Richie's
precious little asshole and smeared the saliva around it.  Then,
as my mouth was going to town on 'Dickie', my finger was slowly
pushing into his bottom-hole.

"Oh!... Oh, YES!... Oh, Bill!... It feels so good!"

Richie drew back his knees to give me total access to his ass,
and his hands clamped around my head, aggressively pulling me
down onto his cock every time my lips slid down the shaft.  My
finger started out moving slowly and carefully, probing his
virgin hole just an inch or so. (I have only penetrated him like
this twice before.) Gradually I picked up speed and increased the
depth, and in a few minutes I was vigorously finger-fucking
Richie with the same tempo that my mouth was using, sliding
up and down his little boner.   As I worked him fast and
furiously, giving him total stimulation, I could tell he was
building up to the shuddering pleasure of a dry orgasm.  And sure
enough, here it came, as my bedroom echoed with his high-pitched
moans and whimpers.  The muscles of his body strained with
tension as he held my head in a vise-grip.   He arched his body,
thrusting to force his quivering little boner deep into my mouth.
I loved feeling his boy-cock dancing on my tongue, and I was even
more thrilled at how the muscle of his asshole spasmed around my
finger as I continued to fuck it inside him.

He held my hair in both hands, pressing my face to his boner as
the orgasm surged, then forced my head away as it waned.  I knew
that his penis was too sensitive at this point to take any more
stimulation.  I stared at his deep-red glowing erection, almost
exactly the length and width of my thumb, as it visibly throbbed
a few inches from my eyes.  Then I looked up at Richie.  He was
gazing at me with a blissfully spaced-out expression, his skinny
chest rising and falling with quick breaths.  But less than a
minute after he pushed me away, he pulled my head back down to
his wonderful little stiffy again, and humped his crotch into my
face.

"Another one, Bill!... Make me get the feeling again!" he
pleaded.  I knew from our previous 'secret games' that Richie
could orgasm several times in a row (I was so jealous!), as long
as I could keep sucking his dick with sufficient intensity. I was
usually good for three Richie-style orgasms before my jaw and
tongue got too tired, so I plunged right in again, devouring his
boy-boner.

"Do your finger in my bottom-hole like before, Bill... please?"

"Sure, sweety," I said, raising my mouth off his ultra-stiff
erection.

Someday (maybe soon!) I'll be fucking Richie for real... sliding
my hard cock up into his tight asshole.  Sometimes when I'm lying
in bed by myself, jacking off before I go to sleep, I imagine
Richie raising up his perfect little butt for me, inviting me to
enter him.  Oh, man!  I want to fuck him so badly!  But that will
have to wait until I'm sure he's ready.  I never want to rush
things with this darling boy.

"Let me get the slippery stuff," I said, as  I reached over to
the bedside table to get a small bottle of lube.  My mouth
returned to his stiffy as I brought two lubed fingers to his anal
pucker, massaging the sensitive flesh at its entrance.

"Oh!  OH!... Put your finger in!" he begged.

I worked one finger in as before, probing and stimulating his
tight anus, then slipped it out and returned with two.  I went
extraordinarily gently and slowly, widening Richie's hole a
little at a time as my lips and tongue worked up and down on his
cock.  He was taking the two fingers just fine... in fact, the
effect seemed to be rushing him toward his second orgasm.  I
wondered if pre-pubescent boys got any pleasure when their
prostate was rubbed, and I got the answer immediately.

"AHHHGGGG!... Oh Bill!  Keep doing that!  I'm gonna cum!  It so
good!  Keep doin' it! I'm gonna.... UHHHHH!"

Wow! That was quick!  The second orgasm washed over Richie, and
again he pushed my mouth away as the stimulation became too
intense.  My fingers stayed imbedded inside his tight asshole,
and when my little boyfriend pulled me back onto his cock, the
finger-fucking resumed.  As I cork-screwed his lubed ass, I again
imagined how it would feel to be fucking him. Yes... soon.

I set about driving Richie toward his third orgasm.  Once again
it came with powerful force, jolting his body with intense stabs
of pleasure.  Richie writhed and stretched in the ecstacy of
his multiple orgasms.  My tongue and jaw were tired and sore, but
my devotion to Richie's pleasure was complete, and I wouldn't let
up until he was satisfied.

This time when my mouth came off the glowing crimson boy-boner,
Richie pulled me up into his embrace.  I rolled him over on top
of me and enveloped the boy in my arms as he hugged me tightly
and showered my face with kisses.  Oh God!  I love him so much!

"That was so great, Bill!" he said, as his still-stiff penis
humped against my belly.  "I'm gonna do you now... make the white
stuff shoot.  Can I do it now?"

"Sure, buddy.  Get the slippery stuff, and give me a good hand
job.  You're the best in the universe at making my white stuff
shoot."  I smiled up at him, and he gave me a big grin in return.

"Can I try to suck you first?" he asked, as if he needed special
permission.

"Sure, Rich... if you like.  It would be great, but don't feel
like you have to."  He had told me that he'd never sucked a
penis before, though he had fondled another boy his age in a
few sessions of innocent sex-play.

"I want to," he replied.  "At least try it.  You make me feel so
good when you suck me, and I want to make you feel good too."

"You make me feel good just being with me," I assured him, "but I
would love to have you suck me."  We kissed again... our lips and
tongues hungry for each other.  When the kiss broke, Richie
slithered down my body, tonguing my nipples along the way, until
he was kneeling between my wide-spread legs.  He slid his small
hand onto my rigid cock, pumped it a few times as if he was
jacking me off, looked up at me with an excited grin, and then
lowered his face to my crotch.

The first touch of Richies tongue to my cock-head was electric!
Then he began lapping at it, like he was licking an ice cream
cone.  I moaned, and he looked up at me... a grin of sly
pleasure radiating from his pixie face.  He lifted my cock-shaft
away from my belly, kissing the tip, and slowly slid his lips
down, taking the entire glans.

Oh, God!  The vision and the physical sensations are burned into
my brain forever... Richie's perfect rosebud mouth formed in an
"O", gliding over the flared ridge of my cock-head, while his
tongue swirled over the ultra-sensitive penis flesh.

"Aghhh.... Oh, Richie!" I moaned. "Suck me, baby.  Suck my cock."
As his head began to bob rhythmically, my fingers caressed his
cloud of soft hair, guiding the tempo.  I couldn't couldn't help
myself.  I was carried away by intense lust as I arched my back
and thrust my stiff erection several times into his mouth.
Fortunately his hand was wrapped around the lower shaft, or I
might have driven my cock all the way into his throat.

"You OK, buddy?" I asked, as I commanded my hips to stay welded
to the mattress.

My rigid dick came out of his mouth with an audible 'pop', and he
smiled up at me.  "Yeah!  It's cool!  I can tell I'm making you
feel good."

"You're fantastic, Richie!" I replied.

He went back to work, moving his mouth up and down the top 2
inches of my boner, tonguing it as he went.  Not surprisingly,
he wasn't all that good of a cocksucker; he kept scraping me with
his teeth (I only mentioned it once), and he only lasted a few
minutes.  But it's a memory I'll treasure forever -- watching
this adorable boy as he sucked me... watching the full, soft lips
of his perfect mouth riding my cock... knowing that this was the
first time he'd ever taken a penis in his mouth.

Raising his head, a trail of saliva running down his chin, Richie
asked: "Want me to do it with my hand now?"

"You gotta let me give you a kiss first," I said.  "It felt
incredible when you were sucking me!"

He scooted up into my arms and joyfully attacked my mouth with
his tongue.  Then his hand wandered down to my cock and he began
stroking it.  His saliva had started to dry on it, so his
masturbation strokes were uncomfortable on my circumsized boner.

"How about some slippery suff?" I said, reaching over to the
bedside table for the lube.  "And kneel beside me like you did
last time."

This was the sixth time Richie had jacked me off. The first
couple times we played our 'secret games', it was just naked
hugging and fondling without going all the way to orgasm.  Then I
started sucking him, giving him his first dry orgasms.  And after
I showed him how I jacked off a few weeks ago, he was intensely
interested in doing it to me.  With the help of my intructions,
he has become REALLY good at giving a hand-job, and he loves to
make my cum spurt.

"Put the slipperly stuff on both hands," he said, holding his
palms out.

I was laying back against the headboard on some pillows, with
Richie kneeling beside me on my left, facing my crotch.  I gave
the bottle a good squeeze into his hands and then squirted a trail
onto my straining cock.  (I figure you can never have too much
lube when someone is giving you a hand-job.)  My young friend
went at my erection with both hands, using a technique I'd
taught him last time, where one of his hands moves down the
shaft, followed by the other, followed again by the first, and
so on. There's no up-and-down stroking, just a never-ending 'down',
and it's quite incredible when the hands are those of an eager
10-year-old boy.

Then he reached down to grab my balls with one hand, switching to
a masturbation technique that he knew would drive me crazy,
swirling his hand around as if my cock-head were made of brass
and he was polishing it.  Oh, shit! Talk about intense!  He was
squeezing and pulling at my smooth ball-sack while his other hand
twisted back and forth on my glans.  I knew I couldn't last long,
and I didn't care a bit.

"Oh yeah!  Keep squeezing my balls... a little harder... even
harder... yeah, like that... now pump my cock with your other
hand... the whole shaft... faster... harder... oh Richie... oh
baby... keep doing it... oh yeah... I'm gonna cum... oh yeah;
here it cums...."

The first two blasts of semen shot high on my chest, and Richie
squealed with delight at what he had accomplished.  The hand that
had been squeezing my balls came up to join the other in
masturbating my spurting cock, and the intensity of the
two-handed stimulation was like electric shocks surging through
my body.  When I couldn't take any more, I put my hands over top
of Richie's and stilled them... four hands holding my spent penis
as the glow of orgasm filled my entire being.

"Wow, Bill!  You sure made a lot of white stuff this time!"  He
reached up and ran his finger through a glob that was on my chest
and looked at it.

"Take a taste," I said.  He instantly made a sour face.  "No;
I'm serious," I added.  I lifted some onto my own finger and
brought it to my mouth, smacking my lips as I licked it off.

Richie hesitantly licked at finger, made a thoughtful expression,
and then shrugged his shoulders.  "It's OK," he said, in a
noncommittal tone.

"In a couple years, Richie, you'll start shooting the white stuff
too, and I'll drink every drop of it whenever I suck you."

He smiled, and leaned down over my belly, running his tongue
across a little puddle of cum.  He smacked his lips the same way
I had, and giggled.

Then he hopped up and ran to the bathroom, washing the semen
and lube off his hands in the sink and wetting a washcloth.  He
brought it back to the bed and wiped off my chest and belly and
cock... then plopped his body on top of me and snuggled tenderly.

"I love you, Richie."

"And I love you too, Bill."

"What do you want to do now, buddy?  Play the game some more?
Take a swim?  Get something to eat in the kitchen?"

"How about..."  he said, twisting his face as he contemplated.
"How about we go swimming... and then come back up here and play
the game some more."

"You got it, Rich!"  We kissed again, as I wrapped my arms around
him.  I never wanted to let go of him... but he slithered out of
my grip and danced out the door, waving the striped bikini bottom
like a flag, laughing happily.

The End

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