Date: Sat, 12 Nov 2011 16:14:28 +0000 (GMT)
From: Trey P <yayitstrey@ymail.com>
Subject: "Boys and Bookshops" (1 of 1) for /gay/adult-youth/

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It's not every day that you meet the boy of your dreams. Y'know - the kid that
stands out from the crowd and sets your heart racing. That boy you can't stop
staring at, even as other people in the shopping mall stare at you for daring
to enjoy his beauty. The boy that makes you pretend you were walking somewhere
just so you could follow him, and stay within ear shot to hear his cute voice
chattering away. The boy that leaves you with a smile on your face for the rest
of the day (and helps you get to sleep quicker come the evening, if you know
what I mean!)

So that weekend I was in a big shopping mall enjoying my favorite hobby of
hanging around young boys. And today was my lucky day. I'd kept close proximity
to the boy of my dreams and was stealing glances whenever I thought it safe.

"Hey, Mister!"

Now that shocked me. I live on the outskirts of boys' lives. I merely share
their presence for a fleeting few moments. They rarely see me and never talk to
me. Until today.

I looked up from the book cover I was pretending to read and my eyes fell on
the boy I'd been enjoying for the last couple of minutes.

"Mister,"

The sheet of blond hair covering his face fell away as he tilted his head. His
crystal blue eyes bore into my soul. His sweet red lips made unsure movements
like only a boy's can.

"Can you spare a dollar?"

Can I! Jesus, kid, you can have my life savings.

His eyes never left mine.

"Why do you need money, kid? Do you need food?"

The boy smiled and rolled his eyes.

"No silly, I want some candy but I spent all my money in the arcade."

I smiled too. I'd read too many fantasy stories online perhaps.

"Sure, you can have a dollar. But only if you promise me one thing,"

The boy looked at me quizically as I handed him a buck.

"Don't ask strangers for money any more. It might be dangerous."

He smiled and pocketed the money.

"Why, you gonna do something to me?"

Now there's a good question. There were many things I'd like to do to this boy
and all of them involved being naked. I felt slightly guilty now, I was really
outside of my comfort zone here. I just liked to look at boys. Talking to them
was a whole different story. My hand dropped the book I was pretending to read.
I winced and turned a bit red.

"N.. no of course not. I'm just saying..." I stuttered. My voice trailed off as
I bent over to pick up the book. As I stood up the boy looked into my eyes
again. He was squinting this time and chewing his bottom lip.

"My mom warned me about people like you."

Inwardly my heart sunk a little. He could read me better than I could pretend
to read a book. I looked around to make sure no one else had heard his
half-accusation. They hadn't. I thought it best to try and play it cool.

"Your mom warned you about people outside book stores?"

The boy smiled a bit. "No..." he said. This time his voice trailed off.

It quickly came to that point in the conversation where it's obvious both
people didn't know what to say next. The harder I tried to think of something
to say, the more my brain refused to come up with anything at all. I don't mean
anything meaningful or interesting to talk about. I mean *literally* anything.
Blank head. Speaker's block. At this stage it would have been wise to extract
myself from this conversation, say goodbye and go home, but I couldn't bring
myself to do it. I was enjoying myself too much. Even in this nervous state.

Now take this boy. He clearly doesn't have anything to say either. His face had
gone blank, although he recovered his composure after refusing to go into
details about what we both know his mother had warned him about. We were just
looking at each other. He should have ended the conversation but he also looked
reluctant to do so.

I broke the silence.

"So,"

Well that was a stupid thing to do. I'd committed myself to saying something.
The longer I waited the weirder it was. Quick! Think of something!

"Did you see the game?"

Shit. I know nothing of sports. I don't have a TV and I don't read the news, so
really I had no idea what games are playing in what sports. But hopefully this
was enough fuel for him to carry the conversation for a while. All of this
social responsibility was getting too much for me.

He shrugged. "No, I don't like football,"

A gift wrapped in a curse. I could safely hide my ignorance of sports but I had
to think of something to say. Gah, perhaps I should end the conversation after
all.

"Well spend the dollar wisely buddy. I should get back to choosing a book."

He wrinkled his nose with a wry smile.

"You're buying a book about wedding dresses?"

I looked down at the book in my hands. That was a terrible book to pretend to
read. The game was up. I shut my eyes in embarrasment and laughed. To my
surprise the boy laughed with me. He was more aware of my act than I'd realised.

"Yeah, well.. no."

I put the book back on the shelf.

"Actually I was just passing by, I'm not really buying a book."

"No shit," the kid said with a smile. "You were looking at perfume earlier when
I was in the drug store. Perfume and wedding dresses. Is there something you're
not sharing?"

I grinned. I wanted to admit my actions but I couldn't bring myself to say the
words. "I was following you because you're the cutest boy I've seen all year"
sounded cute in my head, but had it left my lips would just be creepy and weird.

"You're following me," he said.

Well that was the first bit at least. And it did sound creepy.

I shrugged and apologised.

His eyes lit up and his mouth dropped a bit. "You fancy me!"

That sounded *really* creepy. It was my turn to roll my eyes. I didn't outright
deny it but I hoped my expression was enough to make him change the subject.

"Hah! You didn't deny it," the boy said. He smiled again and bit his lip.

Again I didn't know what to say. I wasn't at all comfortable talking about
this, even though I'd given up the act I still didn't want to say it all
outright. But this time I didn't need to think of anything to say. He quickly
jumped in with three magical words that changed my life...

"Wanna hang out?"

And that's exactly what we did for a couple of hours after we'd met. We went to
the arcade and blew twenty bucks easy. We window shopped. We tried the new 3D
consoles in the games stores. He laughed at my lame jokes and I laughed at his
childish jokes. When he was playing a racing game I dared to rest my arm across
his shoulder - a bold move! - and he leaned back into me. I cherished that
touch so much. Until finally it was time for him to go home.

"Kid I don't even know your name, I forgot to ask."

"That's right, you don't!"

I rolled my eyes. "Well my name's Steve."

"Hullo Steve," he said seriously and put out his hand.

I shook it with a silly grin on my face.

"Okay okay, I'm Aaron. Anyway I gotta run Steve. C'ya around!"

And with that he was gone.

For the whole week my mind thought of nothing else but cute little Aaron.
Everything about him was perfect. His melodic voice rang in my ears and his
beauty tugged at the strings of my heart. I could only get work done by
pretending that I'd see him after work. I would avoid sleep just to think about
him, but when I finally slept I'd dream about him anyway.

When Saturday came I was determined to see him again. I had an extra long
shower when I got up, I used my expensive cologne and I dressed in my newest
outfit with (in my opinion) stylish shoes. I was acting like a love-struck
teenager but I didn't care, that was exactly how I felt!

I raced to the mall and walked through the stores. I walked in circles, up and
down the stairs, in and out of the same stores over again. I repeated this for
several hours but my cute boy didn't show. As the hours dragged on I lost hope
of seeing him. It's not like he ever agreed to see me again, he just said "c'ya
around" which is the modern equivelant of "goodbye". I eat in the food court. I
pretended not to have a wasted trip by buying some clothes and books (not about
wedding dresses). I packed the car and decided to have one last walk around.

As I came to the bottom of the steps from the upper floor, I rounded the corner
and infront of me was a blond mop with dark hoodie and black jeans.

"Aaron!" I almost shouted. My face lit up and I jogged up behind him. "Yo,
Aaron!"

The boy turned around to look at me. It wasn't Aaron. My heart sank.

I went home.



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After several weeks I'd almost forgotten about him. My sexual fantasies in the
evening still revolved around him entirely but I wasn't thinking about him all
day. I just chalked him up as being another boy I'd met for a fleeting few
moments. I felt stupid for falling for him.

One Sunday I just happened to be in the mall getting some paint supplies for my
latest art project and the greatest thing happened. I was kneeling on the
ground looking at items on the very bottom shelf.

"Steve?"

I looked up from the acrylics and there was Aaron. He was even cuter than I
remembered. WOW!

"Aaron!" My face lit up and I jumped up from the floor.

"Pretending to buy paints this time?" he said with a grin. "At least it's
believable!"

"Hey this was no act!" I knew I was over-excited but I wasn't about to hide it.
"I'm real glad you're here, I missed you!"

Fuck it, I thought to myself, and I gave him a hug too. But he didn't hug me
back. He tensed up a bit. So I stood back with a sheepish look on my face. He
gave me the cutest skeptical expression I've ever seen.

"You DO fancy me!" he said rather loudly.

That time I was very close to admitting it. It's not every day that a cute boy
like this gives you an opportunity to confess your feelings for him. The odds
of hearing that sentence again in my lifetime were rapidly diminishing.
Unfortunately we were rudely interrupted by a member of staff.

"Sir! Sir. I'm asking you to leave. Now."

I looked at her, then back at Aaron. Aw no, she must have heard him. My heart
sank and I tried very hard not to turn bright red. The harder I tried the more
blood rushed to my face.

"Leave us alone lady. This is important." Aaron said to her, not very kindly.

"You stay with me young man. It's not safe for you to be around him," she said.
She glared at me.

I was shocked. I didn't know what to say. I felt the blood rush from my face
and turn white. My first instinct was to run as fast and as far as possible.
Maybe I'd stop running about spring-time next year. But Aaron wasn't phased at
all.

"Lady. Fuck off."

"It's okay Aaron. I should go." I turned around and strode quickly out from the
store. It was a fun game we were playing. It wasn't fun at all when other
people got shitty about it.

"No you don't!" Aaron shouted and followed me out, ignoring the protests of the
member of staff behind us. He finally caught up with me, grabbed my hand, and
dragged me across the hall to a coffee shop. He pushed me down into a chair.
"You're not getting out of this, because I need to hear you say it."

He looked very serious. His lips were tightly pursed. His brow slightly
furrowed. He sat down opposite me and flicked his hair.

"You fancy me, don't you?"

I lent back in my chair and played with a napkin on the table. Any composure I
had was out the window completely. I caved in and nodded.

"There. Christ, it wasn't that hard, was it?"

I looked up at him, and he had the smirk of a boy who'd just won a championship
tennis match.

"It is Aaron. Of course it's hard. You're twelve and I'm nearly thirty. That's
just weird in most people's eyes."

"How'd you know I'm twelve?"

"Lucky guess." Sexual fantasy more like. In my mind's eye I knew his age, his
classroom, his bedroom and his favorite color of underwear. And his favorite..
Yeah, anyway.

He went quiet.

"Why do you keep asking?" I said, looking up at him.

He shrugged. "I had to know. I saw how you look at me. You were so happy to see
me earlier. And you like to touch me a lot. Mom said that's what pe.. people..
like you.. do. Apparently."

"It's probably best if I go home Aaron. You don't want to hang around with me
any more."

Aaron wrinkled his nose. "I didn't say that, you goof. I want to hang around
with you! Because you're..." He paused as if he was about to say too much. Then
he grinned up at me. "Because you hang around outside bookshops."

I laughed at his bad joke about how we first started talking. Then I looked at
him seriously again. Did this beautiful boy know what the hell he was saying? I
wanted to do many things to his young body and he seemed to like it. This can't
be right!

"Do you realise what you're saying, Aaron? You want to hang around with me
because I fancy you?"

He nodded. He didn't offer an explanation.

"Why?"

He shook his head. "I won't say."

Huh. That made no sense at all to me. I didn't know what to say. So I just
repeated what was in my head.

"Huh."

"So can we still hang out or what?"

I smiled a little. Here was a young boy offering his time to me, for me to
enjoy his delicious presence, his beautiful voice, and the funny feeling I get
in my stomach when he's around. This was the moment where all my dreams started
and all my fantasies pivoted on this question. To say 'no' would be a very
stupid thing to do.

"Yes Aaron of course we can. Look, I promise, I won't do anything weird or
whatever. I just like spending time with you."

"Spending time staring at my butt more like!"

Oh man, what a butt. "And if that makes you uncomfortable then I'll just make
sure you don't catch me again," I said.

I smiled and he grinned back at me. He leaned in and whispered "You can stare
at my butt."

I went all tingly when he whispered that in my ear! "I might stare at the rest
of your body too," I said.

He nodded. "I like it when you look at me. It makes me feel sexy."

I almost jizzed my pants right there! This was getting very interesting. Each
sentence we dared ourselves to take it a step further. I was nervous but I
could see in his eyes he was serious. Playful, but serious - he meant every
word. I took it further. I leaned in to the center of the table.

"I'd like to do more than look," I whispered.

He leaned in close too. Our cheeks were almost touching.

"I want you to touch me,"

I closed my eyes and inhaled his scent. "I want to kiss your soft lips,"

"I want to do sexy stuff with you,"

I shivered a bit. The blood rushed to my ears. Ba-thump ba-thump ba-thump.

"I want to lick your body all over, and take you to places you've never been
before,"

Aaron gasped softly in my ear.

CRASH! Our eyes shot open and we sat bolt upright, staring at the source of the
noise. Someone had dropped a tray of empty coffee cups. Jesus, what a way to
ruin a mood!

I suddenly remembered we were in a very public shopping mall. We had
disappeared into our own world and said some very personal, very incriminating
things, with hundreds of people bustling past us.

Aaron exhaled loudly after the shocking noise and flopped back in his chair.
His crystal blue eyes looked directly at me and his face turned back into a
smile. He held my gaze. He licked his lips slowly then leant in towards me
again.

"What's your cell?"

We traded phone numbers and then he had to leave. He promised to see me here on
Saturday next weekend. We hugged, tightly, for a long time (but not long
enough!) then parted company.

All week I dreamt about the things he whispered to me. I got goosebumps every
time I remembered his soft high-pitched come-ons. Holy shit I was in love.



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That Saturday morning I was up early. I dressed again in my best outfit, wore
good cologne and checked my breath every 5 minutes on the journey to the mall.

I was worried that after a whole week Aaron might change his mind. He might get
freaked out by our conversation, or not like me any more, or just get
disinterested or bored and not show up. I tried to cast the doubts from my mind
but I really had trouble believing how lucky I was.

Aaron was waiting by the front door near the parking lot. He jumped happily
when he saw me (his expression was so cute) and ran over to give me a giant
hug. I didn't want to let him go. I smelled his hair and caressed his small
back underneath the soft fabric of his top. My other hand ran slowly down the
side of his little body. Having him in my arms was a dream come true.
Eventually he let me go and stepped back.

"Those things you said to me last week," Aaron said slowly.

I nodded and smiled. I couldn't stop thinking about that conversation either.

"That was so fucking hot."

I laughed and nodded again. "I had a stiffy for hours."

Aaron giggled, "Jeez Steve, I've STILL got a stiffy. You really meant all that?"

"Oh you bet! I'm glad you did too. I thought you might come to your senses
before seeing me again."

He tilted his head and looked at me with a confused expression. "Come to my
senses?"

"Yeah, like realise it was all a big mistake or something."

"Steve, no! I mean, it feels weird...," he said softly. His hand went up to his
chest and he rubbed it some. "There, it feels weird. But it feels more right
than wrong. And I want to do it. I want to be with you. I'm scared but I'm
excited. Is that even a thing?"

I smiled and nodded. "I feel the same way buddy. I think that's normal."

He brightened up again. "Let's go shopping! Pretend you're my dad. Hold my
hand," he said. Before I knew it his warm soft palm was in mine and his little
fingers wrapped around it.

I grinned and squeezed his hand. "Sure thing son."

We walked around the stores for a while. A couple of things caught his
attention and he'd run on ahead, leaving me with a great view of his cute
little butt and bouncing blond hair. After a while we got bored and decided to
catch a movie in the mall's cinema. It was a lunchtime screening and no one
else was there, really. We piled up with nachos and massive drinks - I've never
seen a drink so big - and settled into the big comfy seats to watch an animated
movie.

Half way through the film he leant over towards me and rested his head on my
shoulder. I smiled and put my arm around him, feeling his body heat and gently
rubbing his body. He started squirming after a few minutes.

"These seats hurt, we're too far apart! Can I.. can I sit on you?"

Music to my ears! He got up and sat back in my lap. I felt his hot little
bubble butt land in my lap and squash down on my semi-hard dick. He leant back
and I wrapped my arms around his boyish body. Again I inhaled his intoxicating
scent. He smiled and kissed me on the cheek - a nice wet kiss!

I didn't see the rest of the movie. I spent a few minutes admiring his small
denim-clad thighs, the tight jeans showing off his legs perfectly. I ran my
hand over the top of his leg then up inside his thigh. He leaned back and
gasped a little bit, so I let my hand roam further over his body. I went up
under his shirt and shivered as I came into contact with his soft warm belly.
His flat stomach sucked in when I touched him, then he relaxed and I gently
massaged his tummy and chest. He closed his eyes and tilted his head into my
neck. His warm breath sent another shiver down my spine, the wetness gathering
on my neck was turning me on big time.

I left a hand under his shirt as my other hand went back to his inner thighs.
It snaked up and down, each time getting closer to his package. I was slightly
scared of touching him there for the first time but it was obvious that it was
about to happen. I risked it - he seemed to be enjoying it so far.

I made the right decision. When my hand brushed over the lump in his jeans he
gasped and arched his back. This kid was so fucking hot. I put the palm of my
hand over the top of his bulge and squeezed gently. Another gasp. I rubbed it
harder this time, my palm moving back and forth stimulating his little package.
He writhed a little in my embrace.

"Don't stop," he whispered. "This feels so fucking sexy."

This kid had a dirty mouth!

"Put your hand inside. Please, please.."

Who was I to deny him his pleasures? I used both hands to unsnap his jeans,
unzip them, and open the front. My breath was ragged. I was undressing a little
boy in a cinema! He was letting me play with his private boy toy. I never
thought this would happen in a million years. My hand slipped inside his open
jeans and I felt the soft cotton material of his underwear. His little cock was
stiff and pointing straight up to his belly, I could feel the shape underneath
the thin material. I used my fingers to trace the outline then gently squeezed
his shaft. He squirmed again and I held him tightly with my free arm. His
breathing quickened and my neck hairs stood on end with his warm breath.

"Ahh fuck! Take it out! Jerk me off!" he hissed. I ran my hand up his belly
then back down underneath his underwear. My fingers explored down the soft
boyish skin, down over his pubic area which was totally hairless, until they
wrapped around his stiff little dick. I pushed back the cotton underwear and
held his dick out in the open. It looked so delicious. It was small, sure, but
so perfectly formed. Beautiful skin color to match the rest of his body. The
foreskin slipped back and forth easily over the little red head. I slowly
jacked him with my fingers. He made cute little noises against my neck as I
quickened the pace.

"Ahhhh shit, don't stop.. ngyah... ahh... uhh... AH!aaahh..."

I had no intention of stopping! His squirming body meant his little round butt
cheeks rolled either side of my rock hard stiffy. I could feel the shape of his
crack even through our clothes. My hips started moving to push myself against
him as he came closer to orgasm.

"Fuck Steve.. nearly.. aah!"

His face screwed up and his back arched. My fingers still flew up and down his
tiny cocklet as it jumped and twitched. Nothing came out but it didn't need to,
this kid was having an amazing orgasm.

It was too much for me. I felt my body tingle so I thrust my hips upwards just
as his body relaxed and crashed down ontop of me. My dick was squashed hard
between his butt cheeks and I held my back arched as it twitched. I blew my
load in my underwear as I felt his hot little ass squeeze around the shape of
my dick. That was so hot!

I collapsed back into the cinema seat with Aaron still ontop of me. Post-orgasm
paranoia came over me so I tucked his little dick into his underwear and zipped
up his jeans. Then I wrapped my arms around him and held him close. I could
feel my cum running down between my legs. There was a big mess down there but I
didn't care right now.

"That was SO amazing," Aaron said breathlessly. "Did you cum?"

"Yep. That was hot as hell!"

Aaron smiled and wriggled back against me. "Did you make lots of stuff?"

"Yeah it feels real sticky down there!"

"Next time I want to see it," he said. Then he climbed off me and sat in his
own chair just as the movie was finishing.

That became a regular thing for a few weeks. We'd meet up at the mall and "see"
a movie at the cinema and play our little sex games. One time his orgasm hit
(luckily) during a loud chase scene, and he was thrashing around and moaning so
loudly I thought the cops in the neighboring state would come rushing. This kid
was unbelievable.



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It was Tuesday afternoon and I was at the office. My cell rang and I saw
Aaron's number on the screen. This was the first time he'd called me, so I was
surprised and a bit worried.

"Hey Aaron! Is everything okay?" I said.

"Hi Mr. Dean, it's Aaron. Sorry to call you at home."

"Aaron it's me Steve..."

"No I forgot to bring home the permission slip for our school trip this
weekend."

"Uhm, what?" I was confused.

"Okay thanks, I'll ask." Then I heard him cover the phone and shout. "MOM! MR
DEAN SAYS ITS OKAY FOR ME TO COME WITHOUT THE PERMISSION SLIP!"

I heard a muffled voice in the background.

"NO IT DOESN'T COST ANYTHING"

This little toerag was up to something.

"I'LL FIND OUT"

"Can you pick me up from the corner of 5th and Main on Saturday morning Mr.
Dean? And drop me back on Sunday? Mom can't drive me, she's working."

"Aaron what on earth are you up to?"

"YES HE SAID THAT'S FINE MOM! Great, thanks Mr. Dean! What shall I wear?"

I had no idea what he was talking about but I couldn't resist the bait. "As
little as possible."

"Sure thing! C'ya!"

And that was it, he hung up.

Later that evening I got a text message. "sry 4 b4 i wnt 2 b wit u ths we so pk
me up sat 0800 hak cyl x" It took me five minutes to translate the stupid thing
but I finally understood what the conversation was about. He'd carefully
planned an alibi to spend the weekend with me! I wanted to call him or text him
back but I wasn't sure if his parents kept an eye on his phone usage.

I spent Friday night tidying my apartment. Hey, I lived alone, so the place was
a mess most of the time. I did the trash, laundry, dishes, usual stuff that
piled up while I was working all week. I went to the supermarket and stocked up
the fridge and cupboards with food, snacks and drinks. From the sounds of it
he'd be here all weekend. Ah the bed! I ran my sheets and pillow cases through
the laundry too.

I checked my bedside cabinet for toys in case it got that far. Yep all there.
Don't get me wrong - I'm not a kinky guy who has sex every weekend - these toys
were purely for my solitary enjoyment. Hopefully it won't stay that way.

Saturday morning I was up bright and early. More early than bright, to be
honest, as I didn't get much sleep. I steered the car to 5th and Main and
parked up to wait for my blond angel.

I can still remember the feelings running through me. Excitement, nervousness,
and a touch of paranoia at stealing away a young boy for personal pleasure at
my apartment. I squashed the paranoia. The things we'd done and said in public
were, frankly, ridiculously daring and stupid. Finally moving our games into
the privacy of my home could only be a good thing. Then I felt doubt. Did he
really mean to stay at my apartment? He'd never explicitly said it. The more I
thought about it the less I knew what the hell was going on. I felt bad for
assuming it. I decided to play it cool when he got in the car. And just then he
did.

"Hey, Steve!" he shouted with a wide grin, as he slammed the passenger door
shut.

"Hey buddy!"

"Drive quick before someone sees us. You look nothing like Mr. Dean."

I did as instructed and pulled into the flow of traffic. "What're you upto
Aaron? I still have no idea what's going on."

"Duh! I got a free pass all weekend. I don't have to be home until tomorrow
night. Can we go to your house?"

"Uhh, sure! You want to stay with me for the weekend?"

"Fuck yeah!" he said, very enthusiastically.

"Okay! But no sexy stuff," I said in a serious tone. "My mom will get
suspicious."

He wrinkled his face in disbelief and turned to me. "No se... wait what? You
live with your MOM?"

I burst out laughing and he rolled his eyes. "Jeez Steve"

"No I live alone. And if you want to play sexy games tonight that's great with
me."

"Tonight, today, tomorrow, now..." he said with a smile.

I felt my dick jump a little at that. I wasn't sure how long my libido could
keep up with this little scamp. My foot was a little heavy on the accelerator
on the way home. I told him the kitchen was stocked, he was welcome to have a
bath or shower whenever he wanted, and he could sleep on the couch or with me.
I also told him that I had some sexy toys if he wanted to try them.

His eyes lit up at the last two bits. "Yes, I want to sleep with you! I hug my
pillow at night just thinking about you."

My heart melted. This boy was really getting to me. I laughed a little to cover
my feelings. "You do that too, huh?"

"All the time," he nodded. "What are sex toys?"

"Aah you're in for a treat."

I parked the car and he followed me upstairs with his bag over his shoulder. I
led him into my apartment and closed the door. He ran on ahead to explore his
new surroundings.

Only then did I realise what was really happening. This gorgeous boy was
staying the weekend at my apartment. The possibilities were endless! I could
take him on an amazing journey of orgasms without fear of anyone seeing us. He
could thrash and shout all he liked. I pictured sitting naked with him in my
kitchen the next morning, snuggling with him on the sofa, sleeping with him in
my arms.

Aaron bounded back towards me and wrapped his arms around my waist. "This place
is cool! I'm so happy I can stay for the weekend!"

Him and me both. I hugged him tightly back and we stayed like that for several
minutes.

Then he looked up at me with watery eyes.

Was he scared? Did he change his mind?

"What is it honey?"

He bit his lip and started crying quietly. Tears rolled down his cheeks. It
made me worry.

"Aaron? If you've changed your mind..."

"I'm so happy," he said weakly. "I've never felt this happy before. And..."

I gently squeezed his small frame with my arms.

"And... you called me honey," he grinned through his tears. "I like that."

I smiled back into his watery blue eyes and used my thumbs to gently dry his
cheeks.

"Let's go and sit together on the sofa."

He nodded and sniffed, drying his face on his sleeves as we walked over and sat
down. He curled up next to me, then ontop of me, then turned around on my lap
until his legs straggled mine and we were face to face. He looked into my eyes.

"Steve," he said slowly. "You've never kissed me before. Not properly anyway,
like in the movies. Is that weird? Or can we... y'know..."

I placed my thumb and forefinger under his baby soft chin and lifted his face
slightly. "I want to kiss you so much," I said softly. He smiled and moved his
face forward, then brushed his soft red lips over mine. My body shivered in
delight. He pushed his lips against mine and held them there for a few moments
before sitting back on my legs.

"Have you ever french kissed?" I asked.

"What's that?"

I explained the mechanics but he looked a bit confused. "It's easier if I show
you. Follow my lead."

I gently pulled his face to mine and our lips connected again. This time I
opened my mouth and used my fingers on his chin to coax his open too. My tongue
ran around his sweet little lips then brushed against his teeth. He brought his
tongue out slightly and rolled it around mine. My body was on fire with lust. I
brought both arms around his back and pulled his chest and belly against me,
squeezing him tight and consuming as much of him as I could. I inhaled deeply
through my nose as our passionate kiss kept getting more intense. Aaron's body
started grinding against mine. He was rubbing his little stiffy against my
belly through our clothes. It was time to take this a step further. I pulled
away from the kiss.

"Holy shit," Aaron said breathlessly. "That was amazing. Kisses never look that
amazing in the movies."

I nodded in agreement. "That's because nobody kisses a twelve year old boy in
the movies!"

He grinned a little but looked bashful too.

"What is it?"

"I'm not really twelve."

"Oh?"

"Well you kinda assumed that. I never said I was."

"How old are you?"

He bit his lip. "If I tell you you'll stop."

"No I won't, I promise."

"I'm eleven."

Wow! There wasn't much difference in the age really, and it didn't bother me at
all. In fact it felt like more of a turn on. I smiled and ran my hands down
Aaron's back.

"I still love you, honey."

He smiled warmly and looked into my eyes. "Can we still do sexy stuff?" Then
his face lit up again like it did that first day we met. "Waaaiiit a minute.
You like it now I'm younger! You fancy me even more!"

I grinned a nodded. "You can read me like a book. Yes it turns me on."

"Woah cool! Good 'cos I want you to play with my eleven year old stiffy until I
cum."

"That sounds so hot, Aaron. Let's take off our clothes and have some fun."

He jumped off me and in a split second his clothes were all over the floor. I
couldn't move, I was paralized staring at his body - it was the first time I'd
seen him fully naked. His body was so small and well proportioned. Totally
hairless. His soft neck wasn't long but it wasn't short either. No adams apple.
His neck bones sloped beautifully into his small shoulders. Two dark pink
nipples sat teasingly on his smooth chest. The sides of his body curved
beautifully inwards under his arms, down the sides of his belly and then out
slightly at his hips, then down his thighs and legs. His soft 'innie' belly
button looked tasty as hell. A 'V' shape formed nicely down to his hairless
crotch with his rock hard stiffy pointing directly up at his belly. His small
boy balls sat between his thighs. His whole body was a beautiful tan color,
just naturally gifted, no tan lines or anything. He rubbed his forearms
self-conciously.

"Aaron you are breathtakingly beautiful," I whispered.

He smiled and blushed.

"Come here,"

He walked over, his cock bouncing a little, and stopped between my legs infront
of the sofa. My hands started at his shoulders and glided down his warm
baby-soft skin. I rubbed around his nipples until they stood at attention, over
his chest which was rising and falling with his increasing breathing, then down
to his soft belly. He had the slightest amount of fat, just enough so he wasn't
bony, and I could feel his tummy muscles move as he sighed in pleasure. My
hands went to his sides and slid down to his hips. I pulled his body closer and
leant down to press my lips against his cock. He shivered and let his head fall
back as my tongue licked it.

I inhaled and savoured the clean boy smell from his crotch as I gave his little
boner and balls a tongue bath. My hands rested on his soft butt cheeks and
gently squeezed and stroked them. Aaron murmered his approval as I took his
little dick into my mouth and sucked it. My tongue ran under and around the
shaft. He rested his hands on my head and gently moved his hips so his slippery
dick moved between my lips. With my fingers at the base of his dick I pulled
back the foreskin and exposed his head on my rough tongue. He gasped and moaned
as I gave him his first blow job.

My hands slid up and down his butt cheeks and my fingers teased his crack. I
loved how his soft skin felt, the warm inviting slit between his mounds invited
my fingers to push a little further in each time I moved up and down. The heat
of his body was evident as his cheeks parted and engulfed my fingers. I brought
my fingers up to the base of his spine then kept the pressure against his body
as they slipped back down between his cheeks. Finally they reached the object
of my desire. I held my middle finger over his hot boyhole and felt it flex a
little. I didn't push in, I just held it there.

Meanwhile his orgasm was fast approaching. His head was tilted back and his
little body shook a bit as his hips pumped faster. This cute little angel was
in heaven fucking my face. So was I. I could tell he was getting close because
he was making adorable noises and thrashing around some.

"Nyahhh... oh my DAYS... AAH... that feels amazinggg"

I straightened my back and lifted him up by his butt as he kept pumping in and
out. Not a great move in hindsight. He fell over backwards and I fell over with
him, never breaking contact. Neither of us cared at this point. As he landed on
his butt though my finger was forced into his hot little hole and I felt the
muscle tighten around my first knuckle. None of this stopped him from pushing
his dick as far into my mouth as it could go.

"Ahh FUUUUUUCK!" he screamed.

His back arched and my finger was squashed by his ass muscle as he came. His
dick pulsed in my mouth a few times, pushing against the roof of my mouth as it
tried to push out spunk that wouldn't be around for a couple of years yet. He
twisted his back and screwed his face for another few pulses. 'This kid will be
fucking amazing when he cums for real,' I thought to myself.

Finally he slumped back on the floor and exhaled loudly. His muscle relaxed
around my finger but I didn't take it out. I lifted my head from his crotch and
looked over his heaving glistening body towards his face. He had the most
satisfied smile I've ever seen!

"Jeeez, Steve..."

He tilted his head and looked back into my eyes, his mouth hanging open and
still breathing heavily. I smiled at him.

"Good, huh?"

"Oh man, you have no idea," he said. He wrinkled his nose. "Is that your finger
up my butt?"

I grinned. "Yep, and it's very cosy in there."

"THAT'S GROSS!"

"Does it feel gross?"

He looked thoughtful. "No. It felt good when you started touching it. And
really good when it pushed in! Now it feels a bit, uh, weird."

I wiggled my finger a little and he squirmed and giggled. "Aow Steve!"

"There's a lot of fun games we can play with your butt, and they feel amazing.
I promise you it's not gross. I bet I could make you cum just by touching your
butt and nowhere else."

He looked surprised.

"It's true. I'll show you later, if you'd like. But now, we should eat some
lunch!"

I slipped my finger from his hot ring and sadly took my fingers from his butt
crack. I love boy butts, what can I say? Still, we had all weekend to do it
again. I sat back on the sofa and sniffed my fingers subtly - just a hint of
soap and nothing else. I loved clean boys!

I gazed down at his naked body again. His little frame still glistened with
sweat and his cute chest and stomach rose and fell with his calmed breathing. I
could look at this perfect angel all day.

"What are you looking at?" he asked.

"I wasn't kidding when I said you were breathtakingly beautiful," I said softly.

He wrinkled his nose. "No I'm not, you're weird."

I shrugged and grinned at him. "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And I
could behold you all day long."

He looked confused. "Hmm. What's for lunch?"

"Pizza!" I cried, and leapt over his body into the kitchen.

I pulled out all kinds of toppings and meats from the fridge and we made our
own pizzas in the kitchen. He was still butt naked and I took every opportunity
to touch him, tickle and hug him as we prepared our meal. As it cooked in the
oven we sat at the breakfast bar.

"Steve," he said slowly.

"Yes honey?"

He smiled at that. "You've never shown me your... thingy. You never take your
clothes off."

"I'm too busy making you feel good. Besides, I didn't want to whip it out in
the cinema."

"Why not? My pants were round my ankles at one point in there!"

"That's different," I said. "You're hot."

He grinned and rolled his eyes. "But I wanna see you naked."

I mocked thoughtful consideration, rubbing my chin. "Hmmmmm..."

"Pleeeeeaaaaaase," he whined.

"On one condition, honey."

He cocked his head questioningly.

"I get to lick your butt for dessert."

His little face turned into one of horror. "What! Why would you lick my butt!
That's REALLY gross!"

"No it's not," I smiled. "It will feel amazing for you, I promise."

"Yeah but, it won't feel amazing for you will it?"

I nodded. "Yes it will, trust me!"

The oven pinged, so we pulled out our fresh made pizzas and munched away
happily. He put away nearly a whole pizza and a can of soda. He proudly
finished his meal with a loud belch and proceeded to wipe the tomato sauce off
his chin and chest.

"Now for dessert..."

He wrinkled his nose again. "Are you sure?"

I responded by picking up his naked little body and lying him back on the
kitchen counter. I lifted his legs up to his chest. "Hold your legs back here
honey."

He did as instructed and looked down. I teased my fingers over his soft cock
and it started coming back to life. Then my fingers traced over the fine line
down the center of his balls, down his soft underside and rested again on his
little hole. I used my finger and thumb on either side of his hole and pulled
it apart a little. It was so small and beautiful. He sighed softly on the
counter top.

I took away my fingers then moved my face in close. My nose pressed into his
balls as my lips touched his warm soft butt around his boyhole. I swiped it
with my tongue and he groaned. His cock was immediately at full mast again. I
ran my tongue around the little hole then pushed slightly at the entrace. He
groaned again. I wiggled my tongue and pushed it harder. His muscle gave way a
little and he opened up slightly. My hands ran over his soft belly and down his
sides. I inhaled the slightly sweaty smell of his boysack, then hungrily licked
all up and down his crack. Then I patted the backs of his thighs and smiled up
at him.

"That was tasty," I said with a grin.

"Wow that did feel good!"

"You bet. Have you ever put anything up your butt?"

He shook his head. "I wanted to, but I was afraid it would hurt me."

"Wanna try? I promise it won't hurt."

"Yeah!"

I lifted him up again and carried him through the lounge into my bedroom. I
laid him down on the bed then opened my bedside drawer.

"Okay I've got some fun toys in here."

"Sex toys?"

I nodded and took some out to show him.

"This is lubricant or lube. It's really slippery stuff so we can put things in
your butt without it hurting. And these are dildos, these go up your butt to
feel really good."

His eyes went wide. "You're not putting THAT one in my butt, it's massive!"

I laughed. "It's okay we'll use small ones like this," I said, holding up a
little five inch thin rubber dildo.

"It looks like a dick. Is that like being bummed?"

"Yeah kinda. Having a dick up your butt feels even better than these things,
though."

He looked at me with his cute skeptical expression.

"You want to bum me," he stated matter-of-factly.

"Honey, I think every sane man on this planet wants to do that. But bumming is
a crude word. When you feel how good it is, and how special it makes us feel
together, you'll want to call it something else."

"Fucking?"

I laughed. "Maybe. Anyway, yes I'd love to do that with you, if you want to. If
you don't then that's cool too."

He nodded. "Let's try this first."

"Okay I'll use my finger first and put some lube in your butt. It will feel a
bit cold, then wet and slippy, then really good. We'll be doing this for a
while, so you'll be more comfortable on your hands and knees."

He rolled over and got up on hands and knees. The curves of his young body
looked beautiful as the sun came through the blinds. I got behind him and knelt
down with the lube, a couple of small dildo and a butt plug. I settled in,
looking forward to spending a long time playing with this delicious little
boy's ass.

"Try to relax honey. The more relaxed you are, the better it feels."

His spine relaxed and fell into a natural curve. His shoulders were covered in
a fine array of cute little freckles and that gorgeous skin tone of his flowed
uninterrupted down his back, buttocks and legs.

I squeezed some lube on my finger and pressed it directly against his tiny hole.

"Waah! Cold!"

I smiled and assured him it wouldn't last long. My finger moved in tiny circles
and pushed gently against the hole. Each circle gave me another millimeter or
so. I pushed in a little, relaxed, pushed in a little, relaxed, still making
tiny circular movements. The lube warmed up quickly. My finger slipped in again
to the first knuckle and I paused for him to get used to the feeling.

"How's that feel?"

Aaron paused a second before answering. "Sexy," he whispered.

I pushed in further, up to the second knuckle, then withdrew. I repeat this a
few times until my whole finger was deep inside his hot little ass.

"That's my whole finger inside you now Aaron," I said softly. "It feels
amazing."

He nodded. "I wish I could see. Can I jack myself while you do it?"

"Wait for a while honey. I want to show you something."

I moved my finger around inside him. It was so hot and inviting. I loved
looking at the beautiful curves of his young butt, the crack between his
cheeks, and the way the skin dipped in to where my finger was impaled and deep
inside. Fingering an eleven year old boy - heaven.

I slowly slid my finger out. His young muscle tightened around my finger and
his hole returned to its tiny size when I withdrew. This time I lubed up a
small dildo and gently pushed it inside him. He gasped a little so I stopped.

"Don't stop, fuck... that feels good!" he hissed.

The dildo easily slipped into his boyhole and up to the hilt. I wiggled it a
little and moved it up and down, side to side, again stretching his virgin ass.
I withdrew it completely and slid it back in, a bit quicker this time.

He moaned loudly. I'm glad he enjoyed butt games just as much as I did!

I started to fuck his tiny hole with the dildo - out and in, round in circles,
in and out. I pushed the dildo down to where I thought his prostate might be.

His body twisted and his head flew back. "Nyahh! Aahh..ahh jeez, yeah there!"

Bingo! I pulled the dildo all the way out again, then pushed it in hard and
aimed for his button. I kept the pressure on hard and moved it in small circles
deep inside his ass.

"Fuuuuuuuuck, I can't.. aahh... oh j... aah!"

Aaron's little body pushed back against me hard. His tiny hole swalled even
more of the little dildo and the tips of my fingers even entered him slightly.
The dildo must be hard against his nub. He shivered, shook violently and let
out a loud cry. He stayed tense for what felt like ages. Occassionaly his hips
twitched violently. Finally his arms gave way and the top of his body collapsed
on the bed with his ass still in the air.

"Holy shit I never felt anything like that before!" he said breathlessly.

This gorgeous boy wasn't getting off that lightly. I pushed the dildo hard back
into him and moved it against his prostate again. He writhed and and his eyes
clamped shut.

"Uhhh... ohh again?! Nyahhh"

It only took a few seconds to bring him to orgasm again. This time his body
thrashed and I lost my grip on the tip of the toy inside him. He fell onto his
side, arched his back and his legs flew out straight. I watched his whole body
twitch and his dick visibly pulsed with his third orgasm of the day.

I smiled and watched his body relax. I waited for a couple of minutes but he
didn't move. His breathing now was a slow pace. My little cutie had fallen
asleep! I laid down behind him, wrapped my arms around his sweaty hot body and
held him close to me. We stayed like that for about an hour before he roused
from his slumber.

"Steve?" he said groggily.

"Hey honey,"

"What happened?"

"You came twice and fell asleep,"

"No way! I've never done it twice in a row before. And you didn't even jack me
off!"

"Cool, huh?"

"Is that what being bummed feels like?"

"Having someone's dick inside you feels a lot better than this plastic thing,"
I said. "And sex feels amazing. You almost become one with your partner."

He wriggled out of my embrace and turned on the bed to lie facing me. His
crystal blue eyes looked at me, through me, and his warm breath touched my face.

"Have you ever been bummed? Had sex like that?"

"Yeah a couple of times, a long time ago. I don't like having sex with men any
more."

"Why not?"

I ran a finger gently down his arm. "Because I prefer boys your age," I said
softly.

He sighed. "My friends my age are stupid. You're way cooler than they'll ever
be." He paused and bit his lip. "So Steve," he asked slowly. I knew a question
was coming! "Will you b.. have sex with me?"

I smiled and kissed his forehead. "I would love nothing more sweetheart. Only
if you're sure."

"It felt so good with that dildo. And I know how to make you feel really sexy."

I raised an eyebrow.

He closed his eyes, screwed up his face and playfully moaned, "Oh yeahhh Steve,
fuck my eleven year old butt! You love my body! I want you deep! I'd cum if I
could! I'm only small!"

I laughed and kissed him again. "You're right. That's a big turn on for me."

"Fuck me with your big old dick!"

"Hey!" I said half laughing, and reached round to swat his butt. "Less of the
'old' thank you."

I slipped my fingers into his butt crack and found the dildo still inside him,
so I gripped the end and moved it slightly.

"That feels nice inside," he purred.

I slowly withdrew it from his ass and put it on the bedside table.

"Aww," he said in a disappointed tone. "I feel kinda empty now. Can you put
your dick in?" His face brightened. "Hey, I get to see your dick! Is it big?"

He sat up in the bed and started tugging at my jeans. His enthusiasm made me
smile and I helped him unbuckle my pants.

"Woah that's big!" he said. "Can you fuck me now? Pleaaaase"

He flipped over onto all fours and pointed his sexy little butt right at me.
His pink hole twitched. I put some lube on two fingertips and touched them
against his hole. He moaned softly as I moved them in tiny circles. A small
amount of pressure was all it took for my circling fingers to slip inside him.
His warm, soft and moist boyhole felt silky smooth as my fingers continued
deeper.

"Ahhh jeez, Steve, that's fucking hot," he moaned.

I slowly finger-fucked this hot little boy in my bed. My other hand ran over
his smooth back and squeezed his little butt cheek.

"Fuck me Steve, pleeeaaaase," he said again.

I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "Only if you beg," I whispered in his
ear. He giggled and rolled his eyes.

"Please Steve, fuck me, fuck me! Put your dick inside and fill me up! I want
you to fuck me so bad!"

I slid my fingers out and his hole closed almost completely. I took some more
lubricant and spread it over my rock-hard dick, then positioned myself behind
this little stud and touched the tip against his hole again.

He shivered a little when I touched his hole. "Aah that feels different, it's
nicer!" he said in a high-pitched squeak. Then he took me by surprise and
thrust himself backwards onto my dick. It hurt at first and my dick bent
slightly, but the pressure soon made his tiny muscle give way and the first few
inches popped inside him. "AAAHH!!" he shouted.

I panicked a little and held still. "Are you okay honey?"

"That's so FUCKING HOT," he cried. He pushed further back onto my cock until
his soft round buns were pressed against my pelvis.

The feeling of being inside little Aaron was unbelievable, like nothing else
I'd ever felt. His hot boyring clamped down on my dick. I almost blew my load
right then. My dick twitched inside and he responded by twitching around me.

My hands went to his little hips and I thrust further into him, as deep as I
could go. The tip of my dick pushed against his insides and the base of my cock
stretched his hole wider than it had ever gone.

"Fuuuuuck, aahnnngggg," Aaron moaned. His head hit the pillow and turned to the
side. I could see his expression, his cute little face screwed up and his eyes
tightly shut.

"Honey? Go easy, okay? Don't hurt yourself, it will get easier the more we do
it," I said gently. I wanted to fuck this kid's brains out right now but I
thought he was in pain.

"It doesn't hurt," he said between gasps. "It feels fucking incredible."

I took that as a cue to show this boy what 'bumming' was all about! I pushed
harder into his ass and forced my body onto his. His legs gave way until he was
lying flat on the bed with my body flat ontop of him. I raised my right knee
against the bed to give me some traction. I pulled my dick out by a few inches,
feeling his hot boyhole twitch and move around me, then I thrust back in and
squished his butt cheeks against my body.

"Ngnhhh fuuuuuck," he moaned loudly. "Do that more! Please.."

I needed no more encouragement. I pulled out, thrust in, pulled out, thrust in
and got a good rhythm going. Not fast, yet, but not too slow either. Every time
I thrust my dick into his little body he grunted and screwed up his face. Not
long into it his body went rigid and he shook underneath me.
"Nyaah..aaahh..AAHHHH... FUUuuuuuuck" he shouted as an orgasm overtook every
inch of this boy. I hoped the neighbors were out.

I kept going and increased my pace. My body slapped against his as my dick
pistoned in and out of this little angel. My hands pinned his arms to the bed
and I nuzzled his little neck as I fucked him. "Ahhhh, agaaain, aahh jee...
AHHHHH" he shouted again.

His little hole was feeling really good now. It wasn't as tight as before but I
could still feel it wrapped nicely around my pistoning dick. It was so smooth
and hot against my rod. His hot little body felt great against me. I nibbled at
his neck then pinched a tiny love bite with my teeth. "Ow!" he said, then,
"Ngghhhh shit... aahahh Steve don't ... don't stop!" And I didn't stop. I
started to thrust as fast as I could. Our bodies bounced on the soft mattress.
The bed creaked and banged against the wall. "YESSS" he shouted. He went rigid
and had another orgasm which was too much for me. His little ring clamped down
on my cock so I thrust in hard, one last time, and threw my head back. I pumped
stream after stream of spunk into the little boy while he writhed in ecstacy
underneath me. I totally lost control and my orgasm lasted for what felt like
forever, until finally I collapsed and rolled onto my side, bringing little
Aaron with me and snuggling him close with my dick still buried inside him. We
were both hot and sweaty and panting like dogs. Right then was the best moment
of my life.



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The weekend continued like that. I discovered Aaron was an impossible find - an
eleven-year-old that men like me can usually only dream about - a boy with an
insatiable hunger for sex. After that first time he was addicted to having
things in his ass. Especially my dick. I fucked him in every position we could
think of and it brought us closer and closer each time. We felt like one by
Sunday afternoon. We'd had sex on the bed, in the bed, next to the bed, on the
sofa, on the kitchen counter, in the shower and in the bath. I had eleven
orgasms inside him and he had thirty eight. A record for us both I think. Come
Sunday afternoon we were the happiest, most exhausted human beings on the
planet.

After that weekend our relationship was taken to a whole new level. I fell
deeply in love with this little boy and he  felt the same way about me. I never
thought I could have a relationship like that. I opened an account with a local
cab company so he could visit me whenever he could sneak out from the house.
This carried on for just under 3 years until his fourteenth birthday, when he
discovered the thrill that girls gave him. I wasn't surprised - he was
stunningly handsome. I was sad when his overnight stays turned into quick
visits, then into quick phone calls, then came to a natural end. But I knew
also that he was growing up fast and my sexual feelings for him would change
sooner or later. I kept myself happy in the knowledge that he was happy.

We sometimes keep in contact by email. He's 19 now and in a steady relationship
with a girl at college. He works in a book store at weekends (no kidding) and
will have a degree in classical history next year. I see from his online
profiles that he has an unhealthy addiction to sharp suits, designs his own
clothing and hopes to start a fashion business in the next few years. When we
talk he has fond memories of our time spent together. No regrets. He admits
that he now thinks of me as a father more than anything and has invited me to
his wedding after graduation. I feel honored to have been a part of his life.

Maybe one day I can share more stories about our sexual encounters.

If you read this Aaron, I love you :o) I didn't write about the thing that one
time, that will always be between us...


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