Date: Fri, 28 Dec 2001 00:37:21 +0000
From: skaar skaar <skaaroz@hotmail.com>
Subject: Boy Narcissus - Fall

Boy Narcissus - Fall - The coming of age

It had been a good Summer. First, I found the nude beach. And I found that a
young guy with a big chest and big cock was, well, pretty damned popular.
Then there was the musclejock. He was awesome.

I stood in front of the full-length mirror, naked, admiring my physique. My
naturally honey-coloured hair was almost yellow blonde at the tips of the
loose curls, a product of the Summer sun and the sea. The deep bronze tan on
my face highlighted the brilliant whites of my eyes. The tan was even darker
on my chest, deepening the definition of my pecs, topped by my nut-brown
nipples. Even my six-pack looked better with a tan.

I lowered my eyes to my cock, half-hard above my low-hanging, hairless
balls. I felt it harden as I admired its form - no other guy my age had what
I had. No wonder the guys at the beach stared. Even the head, which was
normally a pale pink when it wasn't hard, seemed to have gotten darker from
my time at the nude beach.

I reached down and played with the soft skin of my balls, my cock springing
to attention immediately. I grabbed my cock hard and pumped with a closed
fist, my free hand pinching one nipple, just like the old man had taught me.
I watched my movements in the mirror, my abs contracting and relaxing,
imagining I was one of the guys at the beach or the musclejock seeing me for
the first time and what they would be thinking. I tensed, held back for a
moment, then with every muscle screaming, blew my load onto the mirror; shot
after shot after shot.

Not bad, I thought, nearly two yards, as I took one last look at myself.

                                   ***

It was the weekend an it was hot for Fall. I headed for the local pool, just
a short walk away.

The pool was crowded, teenagers everywhere and lots of kids with a parent or
two. When I got changed in the locker room, I noticed one young guy, sort of
looking at me sideways, but, you know, pretending not to look? He was maybe
a year younger than me, maybe two. I'm not sure. He was African-American, a
bit shorter than me, maybe 5'2", with a shaved head, milk-chocolate coloured
skin, incredibly huge brown eyes with long lashes, and probably the best
defined six-pack I'd ever seen on anyone - for sure on anyone his age. He
looked for a while, just sort of glancing, but then he left.

I swam a few laps and sun-baked by the pool. The noise from the crowd,
especially the young kids, was deafening. After closing my eyes and snoozing
for maybe ten minutes, I looked around and saw, on the grass near me, the
young black dude. He was staring straight at me, but looked away when I
looked at him.

I turned my head, propped myself up on my arms, flexed my biceps and tried
to pump my six-pack. Hey, if the kid wanted to look, I'd give him something
to look at.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him look again, unaware that I
could tell. Slowly and purposefully, I adjusted my half-hard cock in my
speedos. He continued to stare.

I stood up, half turned towards him so he could see my package, then grabbed
my towel and bag and walked past, only about a yard away from him towards
the locker room. I could see his eyes follow me and, as I entered the locker
room, I could feel his eyes burning a hole in my back.

A few older guys and a couple of teenagers were in the locker room,
showering or changing. One old guy checked me out as I entered and tossed
down my bag on one of the bench seats. I rummaged in my bag, pretending to
look for something just to kill some time, when the young black kid came in
and put his things down on the end of the island bench in the middle of the
room. He looked me straight in the eye, then, as I turned and met his gaze,
he looked away awkwardly. Every time I took my eyes off him, he stared. And
every time I looked back, he looked away.

OK, I thought, if this kid wants something to look at, I'll give him
something to look at. I undid my speedos and dropped them to the floor,
turning half sideways at my bench, so he could get a good look, and so the
others behind me couldn't see. My cock was half hard, but hanging low and
thick in the heat. The kid's eyes widened, accentuating the whites against
his dark skin. I towelled my cock and balls slowly, deliberately, getting
hard to half-mast. I looked at him and this time he couldn't look away, no
matter how he tried. He was transfixed.

                                   ***

The bus stop was right outside the pool. It was only five minutes walk home,
and I had no intention of catching the bus, but I just wanted to hang
around, just in case the young black kid followed me.

It didn't take long. He stood a few feet away from me, trying not to meet my
eyes, pretending, like me, that he was waiting for the bus.

"I saw you looking at me, man", I said.

He looked at me, almost scared. "Sorry", he said, nervously, swallowing and
staring at the ground.

"I've got a nice body, haven't I?" I said.

"Yes", he said, barely audibly.

"Hey, you want to come back to my place and hang out for a while?", I asked,
trying to sound as friendly as I could, so as not to intimidate him further.

He nodded, still staring at the ground.

                                  ***

"I'm going to take a shower to get the chlorine stink off me", I said. "Did
you shower?"

"No", he said, standing awkwardly and fidgetting once we got home.

"Come on, then", I said, leading the way to the bathroom where I closed the
door behind both of us, took off my T-shirt, my shorts and my boxer briefs,
standing before him, totally naked, my cock thickening in anticipation of
his gaze which followed every reveal of my body. I turned on the shower.

"Come on, we'll shower together", I said.

Fumbling, the boy took off his shirt and took a step towards the shower.

"What about those?", I asked, pointing to his boardshorts and noticing, for
the first time, a massive bulge.

"I'm embarrassed", he said, a tremble visibly going through his body.

I moved close, putting one hand on his shoulder. With the other, I undid the
snap on his shorts. He stood motionless, apart from a few quivers of
nervousness. I ran my hand down his smooth black chest, over one tiny
nipple, to meet the other hand, pulling the velcro apart with a ripping
sound and, in the same movement, dropping his shorts to the floor.

Simultaneously, we looked down to see the biggest, hardest, darkest young
cock I had ever seen in my life. Man, this thing was huge, maybe nine inches
- way bigger than mine and he was maybe two year younger than me! Plus he
was tiny so it made it look even bigger. I'm not kidding when I say it
reached up to his chest and was just about the length of his fucking
forearm!

"Wow", I said, my own cock springing instantly to full attention. "That's
impressive".

"I like yours better", he said.

"Do you want to feel it?"

He paused for a second, saying nothing. I reached down and gently took his
hand and guided it to my cock. His fingers encircled it, holding it like it
was precious fine china. He raised his head, looked me in the eyes for the
first time, just inches away, and said: "I think you are beautiful. I never
saw anyone who looked like you".

I reached down and gently cupped his hairless balls. He trembled at my
touch. I put my other hand behind his shaved head and drew his face to mine,
gently kissing his lips. He tensed his lips, unsure at the first contact. I
flicked my tongue across his full red lips which opened wide. He turned his
head, opened his mouth fully and plunged his tongue into my mouth, wrapping
his arms around me in a tight, passionate embrace as animal lust overtook
the young kid's body. Deeper and deeper he thrust his tongue, hungrily
exploring every crack of my mouth, gasping for breath, enflamed with passion
and primal urge.

I was amazed. I never guessed that someone his age could be like that as my
own heat rose.

Our bodies were pressed hard against each other, boycocks fighting each
other in a duel of swords.

He bent his knees and we ended up on the bathroom floor, steam swirling
above us, mixing sweat with condensation on satin skins - one chocolate, one
golden bronze. I lay atop him, our mouths locked. He kissed so avidly, so
hungrily, like no-one I'd ever been with before - it was like a dam of
hidden pressure that, in one instant, broke and gave way to an irresistible
force. I slid my cock up and down his brown six-pack, feeling the hard,
silken-smooth flesh beneath, and his own cock spring up between my butt
cheeks when I moved forwards up his abdomen, grinding against my hole as I
slid backwards again. Man, I wanted that monster thing inside me, if it
would fit! It was the biggest, most perfect cock on anyone I had ever seen -
and this was just a kid, for chrissakes!

"Fuck me", he said, quietly. "Please", he added in a begging tone, almost
whimpering. He lifted his legs and I hooked them in the crooks of where my
forearms met my biceps - skinny, brown, hairless legs - lifting the knees
higher until his butt was flexed off the floor. Rivulets of sweat and steam
ran down our bodies as I guided my cock to his moist hole. I positioned it,
feeling the boy tense, then leant my weight in, feeling it resist then give,
almost immediately. A familiar heat engulfed my cock in silken, glorious
ecstacy as I entered him. He stared, wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the
sensation his virgin hole felt, before panting quickly and shallowly. I
withdrew, almost to the head, then leaned forwards again, sending my
rock-hard cock slowly and purposefully into his soul to the base of its
shaft. Again, he paused, again he started panting.

"Harder", he said, between pants. "I want to feel you right inside me", he
whispered, almost to himself. I drew back and plunged faster and harder. He
moaned in pleasure, his wide eyes rolling in their sockets.

"Harder", he said. I began pumping, slowly at first, then harder. With every
forwards movement, he pressed his butt harder against my cock, making me go
deeper and deeper. I felt my skin burn and my pulse race as I reached that
now familiar moment where it just takes you over and you can't stop. I
pumped harder and harder, unable to control myself, deeper and deeper within
him, almost savagely. The harder I went, the more he wanted. Every fiber in
my body tensed, every sinew in my chest, arms and abdominals screamed. He
groaned - short, panting groans, the intensity getting louder, the frequency
faster and the pitch higher. My body was about to explode as he let out a
shrill yelp and I pulled my cock from deep inside him, knelt between his
legs, spreading them so I could see his black boymeat. A few drops of white
mingled with sweat and steam on his belly. I pumped my cock with my hand
twice, as he stared, rivetted by my cock above him.

Pow! The first shot whistled out of my cock, so thin and watery, so fast,
that I couldn't see it, only hear it hit the bathroom door behind his head
with a thwack. The second, thicker and slower, but still like a bullet,
splattered on the floor past his head. My six-pack tightened, my chest
expanded, and I forced the third again onto the door, almost passing out
with the intensity of the orgasm. The fourth splashed onto the side of his
head and shoulder, as the power began to wane. The black boy reached down,
between my legs from underneath and, without warning, plunged one long
finger up my butt, sending spasms through my body as a fifth load spewed
forth with renewed vigour and again hit the door. It wouldn't stop. It
seemed to go for hours. Just as I thought the last spurt was coming as a
dribble, he'd plunge his finger deeper inside me at the very moment, almost
like squeezing the juice out of me. A sixth, a seventh and maybe an eighth
splattered against his black chest, the pearl white glistening against the
dark. And again more. Would it ever stop?

I let out a yelp, followed by a few whimpers that sounded really stupid, as
he milked the final few shots from inside me, before collapsing limply on
top of him and being embraced in his thin young arms which barely reached
around my back.

Spent of any strength, I looked at him questioningly, unable to talk.

"My dad taught me that" he said. "It makes it stronger".

We melted together in a final, loving, slippery embrace.

"I think you're beautiful", he said in my ear.


                                     ***

If any readers would like to hear more of Boy Narcissus adventures, they can
email me at skaaroz@hotmail.com

On his next adventure, the boy meets a photographer and begins modelling.

S.K. Aaron