Date: Fri, 31 Mar 2000 06:12:27 -0500 (EST)
From: serendip@cheerful.com
Subject: Boy Vignette 9

Just after dawn on the first day of summer I awoke to the distant sound of
a lawnmower and the moist smell of freshly cut grass drifting through my
open bedroom window.  Warm early morning sunlight filtered in through the
drawn curtains which billowed and rippled lazily with the gentle summer
breeze.  As I gradually awakened from an exquisitely restful sleep, I
watched dreamily as the soft rays of shifting sunlight rendered
kaleidoscope patterns on the ceiling.  I slowly became aware of the boy's
sleeping presence beside me.  I could feel his comforting warmth, hear his
faint breathing, and smell his subtle scent.

I rolled onto my side, propping my head in my hand, in order to gaze at him
properly.  He was but a youth, yet twelve years old.  Asleep he resembled
an angel, innocent and enchanting.  The disheveled hair on his head was
silken blond and spilled freely onto the overstuffed pillow.  The white
cotton sheet draped suggestively across his smooth abdomen just below his
navel perfectly framing his youthful torso in a seductive pose.  His skin,
golden and unblemished, glowed in the soft light.  His smooth chest rose
and fell slowly with his gentle, rhythmic breathing.  His small pink
nipples seemed so delicate.  His serene face bespoke a beauty unique to
boys his age, no longer as cherubic as a young child but not yet as angular
as an adolescent.

Taking the liberty afforded me these few moments of early morning
voyeurism, I carefully lifted the sheet that partially covered him drawing
it down below his knees. Unveiled, his limp, hairless sex lay lopsided
across his smooth loins.  Although not nearly erect, the plump, slightly
swollen condition of his penis was indicative of the boy's almost incessant
state of arousal.  Throughout the night his tumescent appendage had prodded
insistently against my leg.  His distended testes, among the first visible
signs of his impending pubescence, hung loosely in his hairless scrotum
dangling between his legs as he lay sprawled on his back asleep in the bed.

The bright morning sunlight danced back and forth caressingly across his
perfectly sculpted body accentuating the smooth contours of his youthful
form.  The contrasting play of light and shadow was hypnotizingly sensual.
I felt my own desire rising and my pulse hastening.  I wanted him.  The
longing, the craving, the lust for him sprung from deep inside my being.  I
wondered if I could take him now in his sleep.  Could I consume him, ravish
him, engulf him with my desire while he lay resting so peacefully?
Impulsively I leaned over him lowering my face toward his boyhood.  I
watched intently as the mere caress of my hot breath on his groin caused
the loosely stretched skin of his scrotum to begin tautening reflexively.
Further encouraged I tentatively extended my tongue to lick the velvety
smooth skin of his scrotum.  The responsive flesh immediately retracted
from the touch of my wet tongue and started to contract, drawing his
testicles closer to his body.

Simultaneously his sex began to twitch involuntarily as it started to
stiffen and swell before my eyes.  I was transfixed as I watched it start
to metamorphosize, gradually lengthening and growing.  I have always been
fascinated by the sight of a boy's penis becoming erect from its flaccid
state.  It was thrilling to observe it straightening and hardening to its
full glorious tumescence.  The hue of his glans intensified from pink, to
red, then purple as it became completely engorged.  I found it intriguing
that such an innocently small and boyish penis could swell to such obscene
proportions.

Looking up at his calm countenance and assured that he was still sleeping
soundly, I continued the explorations with my tongue.  His contracted
scrotum now clung snugly between his legs.  I let my moist tongue
delicately trace the wrinkled and shriveled creases and ridges of his
hairless sack.  When I licked around the base of his shaft I left traces of
saliva clinging like morning dew to the few small sprouts of nearly
invisible downy pubic hair glistening golden in the dim light.  I glided
the tip of my tongue progressively like an inch worm from the base of his
sex, up the underside of his shaft, until it reached the swollen glans.  I
twirled my tongue once around the ridge of his bulbous knob which caused
his sex to leap expectantly and brush against my open, inviting lips.  My
mouth watered for a taste of him.  His smell was tantalizing and
intoxicating.  He had a light, sweet boyish scent, not at all like the
strong musky odor of an adult male.

I was momentarily amused at the juxtaposition created between the
innocently tranquil sleeping boy and the urgently aroused sex jutting so
lewdly from his groin.  I was trembling in anticipation and ravenous with
desire.  Suddenly I noticed with serendipitous delight that in the tiny
slit at the tip of his penis a small clear drop of pre-seminal fluid had
formed.  I had wondered if the sleeping boy could produce the sweet little
drop of nectar that I had acquired a taste for when I first learned the joy
of fellatio as a boy myself.  It was reminiscent of the single crystalline
drop of sweetness I had extracted from one honeysuckle blossom after
another as a child.  I dipped the tip of my tongue like a nervous humming
bird into the translucent drop of fluid.  I savored the sweet delicate
taste as it melted on my tongue and a heady feeling of euphoria enveloped
me.  I swooned momentarily as time and space undulated surreally.  My heart
pounded in my chest and my pulse throbbed in my ears.  My lust was
insurmountable, irrepressible, and seemingly insatiable.  Yet he lay
sleeping so calmly, undisturbed with the bold exception of his thumping
erection keeping time like a metronome with his heartbeat.

I pursed my lips at the tip of his stiff penis to kiss it and then slowly
eased my mouth over his enlarged glans and down the length of his hard
shaft until I had his sex completely in my mouth with my lips wrapped
tightly around the base.  I remained there for a moment relishing the
sensation of his penis deep in my mouth, the soft spongy feeling of his
smooth testicles under my chin, the slightest tickle of his sparse little
pubes on my upper lip, and his fresh boyish fragrance filling my nostrils
as my nose pressed against his lower abdomen.  Next I slid my mouth back up
his shaft sucking vigorously until I held only the engorged head between my
lips.  I glanced up into his face again to see if he showed any signs of
being awakened by my fervent oral copulation, yet he seemed totally
unaffected.  His hard throbbing sex, however, was definitely responding in
my warm, wet mouth even if just autonomically.

I fluttered my tongue rapidly over his tender glans and toyed playfully
with the sensitive loose frenulum on the underside creating little tremors
of joy in his aroused sex.  Then I curled my tongue around the tip of his
penis and suckled him like a baby nursing out another savory drop of his
pre-seminal sweetness.  Inevitably I felt the tension increasing in his
rigid sex and foreshadowing his imminent release.  I immediately began
slurping and sucking on his entire penis devouring him voraciously as my
own passion reached a crescendo.  I fleetingly tried to imagine what kind
of dream he must have been experiencing as I fellated him with depraved
abandon bringing him ever closer to the brink of an explosive climax.
Suddenly I felt the head of his penis flare even fuller in my mouth.  A
surge of ecstasy that emanated from deep within his loins coursed
throughout his young body to the very tips of his fingers and curled toes
jolting him awake with a shocking start.  His hips rose urgently from the
bed as his buttocks tightened, his abdomen tautened, and his legs
stiffened.

I felt the first hot powerful spurt of his ejaculate erupt against the roof
of my mouth.  Eager to taste his sweet milky essence I captured the
remaining warm squirts of his semen directly on my tongue as his penis
pulsated repeatedly in my mouth.  As the throbbing aftershocks of his spent
sex subsided, I swallowed the meager but delicious boy ambrosia with a
single gulp.  I swiped my tongue gingerly around his now hypersensitive
glans to lick him clean of all his tasty semen.  Reluctantly I let his
diminishing erection slip out of my mouth with a wet flop against his bare
abdomen.  I grasped the glistening shaft firmly around the base with my
thumb and forefinger giving it an upward squeeze.  Now fully awake the boy
watched mesmerized as a small opaque drop appeared at the tip of his
wilting penis.  I wiped the viscid fluid with the end of my finger and
licked it off my fingertip salaciously.

"Good to the last drop," I said in a hushed whisper.

A smile as bright as the summer morning sunshine lit his face.  "What does
it taste like?"  he asked inquisitively.

"Like sugar and spice and everything nice," I teased with a grin as I liked
my lips.

His youthful laughter filled the room jubilantly.  I knew that instant that
this would be the best summer of my life.