Date: Sat, 14 Jul 2007 16:42:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Boy's Game

Okay. The deal is that I had a dream the other night about seeing a boy
just like this and sitting on a bench just like I tell it. I had the
exact dialog as depicted in the story and that was when I woke up. So,
there is no truth to it, never happened. It does depict sex between a boy
and an adult male. Don't like it, shouldn't be reading it, go somewhere
else. Otherwise, N-Joi.
Hugs
Tag



I don't know what it was exactly that drew my attention to the boy to
begin with. I guess I'm sort of sensitive to the behavior of teen and pre
teen boys especially when they're doing something that they know they
shouldn't. That's what this boy was doing; acting sort of
surreptitiously, although I couldn't tell just what it was that he was up
to.

It was out front of a large, Asian super store, a sort of oriental
version of Wal-Mart. There were a dozen little food stands out there as
well as an area for kids to play which was where I saw him. The boy in
question looked to be about eleven or so, a slender and under five foot
lad with strawberry blonde hair that was long enough to start being a
little unruly. He was sitting cross legged on a dark green plastic bench,
his tan shorts and light olive drab t-shirt completing the color scheme.

Maybe it was the way he was watching the little girls play, some of them
in sundresses and like little girls the world over, not always careful
about keeping their panties from showing. I decided to stroll by just for
the heck of it and when I did I glanced down and everything made sense,
sort of. The little boy had the leg of his shorts and underwear pulled up
out of the way so that his cocklet was sticking out, the raging little
boner sticking almost straight up in the air. The way it he was sitting,
the position of his arms and the long t-shirt kept the boy's secret from
casual passersby but anyone really stopping to notice wouldn't have
missed it any more than I did and that included any of the other children
who were playing and milling about.

I stopped, looked up at the reader board of Malasada stand then moved
back down the line and stood directly behind the boy on the bench,
glancing around at the other food stand reader boards but also checking
to see if anyone was paying particular attention to me or the boy. They
weren't. I leaned down peeking over the boy's shoulder to see his fingers
idly playing with his cock, pushing it around and feeling the head.
Again, the movements wouldn't have brought attention to him.

His cock looked to be four and half or so inches long, the head almost
glowing it was so red, and the thing looked so hard that it hurt. I could
see too a few little reddish hairs starting grow at the base of his
boyhood pride and joy and beneath it his young balls were in between
being held close in a round wrinkled bag and starting to drop.

"You know, you could get in a whole lot of trouble if someone sees you
like that," I half whispered in the boy's ear. I startled him of course
but to his credit he didn't make any quick moves but sort of draped his
hand down to cover his cock a little bit more.

"It's okay, I'm not gonna tell on you or anything, just letting you know
you could be in a lot of trouble especially because of the girls being
around, ya know?" he nodded his head, his fingers going back to playing
with his rigid little cock.

"That's a pretty hard boner, looks like it hurts," I said and the boy
nodded his head. "Don't you want to jack off or something and take care
of it?" He nodded his head and whispered back that he just didn't have
anyplace close to go and do that. I already knew that the store didn't
allow kids unattended in the restroom area.

"Well, we can go to my car in the parking garage if you'd like." I
continued to glance around to make sure no one was paying attention and
they weren't. Hell they were mostly Asian and I mean no disrespect but
they tend to not pay attention to much around them, especially in a
shopping situation. The boy glanced sideways and looked at me for the
first time, his green eyes twinkling.

"Okay," he answered, his voice still a sweet melodic boy's voice. He put
himself back inside and adjusted things, looking around like I had, then
seemingly satisfied he stood up and came around the back of the bench,
his t-shirt long enough to cover the front of his shorts. I started to
walk and he fell in beside me.

"What's your name?" I asked him

"Paul, what's yours?" I said my name was Gary and he responded that he
was pleased to meet me. Polite young thing. "Do you do this sort of thing
often; hang around in public with your cock hanging out?" He shook his
head and said he'd only done it a couple of times; that a friend had told
him about it. He said that it was a really sexy feeling knowing that your
cock was out like that and people might see it, but not if you were
careful.

"So it makes you pretty hard doing that?" He nodded his head, looking up
at me and smiling.

"Well I can understand that, I think most boys go through a stage like
that Paul." He asked if I did when I was a boy and I admitted that I had,
remembering back on my own thirteen and fourteen year old experiences. We
entered the ground level of the garage and headed toward my SUV which was
parked backwards into a lone stall in a corner. Having custom paint and
rims and things, I tended toward isolating my rig whenever possible,
which was one of the reasons I shopped at this particular store. It had
parking safety features that I liked.

I hit the remote from twenty feet out and the boy commented on how cool
my car was, and he was right, it was a pretty nice ride. I headed for the
drivers side and Paul went for the passenger door. Normally it would have
been fairly dark inside, the heavily tinted windows coupled with a
windshield sun screen blocked out a great deal of light. However, the
interior light stayed on once the remote was turned off and would keep
the interior of the SUV bathed in a soft blue light for five minutes or
until the engine was turned on. Paul looked around, checking out his
surroundings like a cat, then relaxed and looked at me, his hand pushing
at the front of his shorts.

"Are you gonna watch me?" he asked.

"Do you mind, would you like me to watch." He nodded his head, a smile
spreading across his smooth cute face.

"You can even help if you want." I was somewhat surprised when the boy
agreed to come out to my car but now I was almost shocked. The kid
appeared to be fairly sure of himself which made me wonder about his
sexual experiences thus far in his young life.

"What would you like me to do Paul?' I asked him.

"Take my pants down," he answered, sliding down a little more in the seat
and pulling his shirt up to his chest and exposing a soft but flat boy's
belly. It wasn't an easy trick, given the center consol between the
seats, but I leaned across it and slipped my fingers into the elastic
waistband and lifted. The boy raised his slender little butt off the seat
and I worked the shorts and jockey briefs down to his knees. The boy let
his thighs splay open, fully exposing his boyhood charms to me.

His cock was raging hard, the blood filled head raised up off of his
belly. In this position I could see that his balls were larger than I
thought and hanging more than I had originally thought, the wrinkles at
the bottom of the bag pulled out so it was smooth. His eggs were still in
a round bag though, and not separate and distinct as they would become in
a year or maybe less. He really was quite enticing.

Paul reached up and put his hand at the base of joy stick and held it
upright for me then using a couple of fingers began stroking it lovingly.

"Do you like jacking off Paul?" I asked him and when he nodded his head I
asked, "How often do you do it?"

"Everyday at least twice and one day I did it six times." Christ the kid
was a little horn dog.

"Do you make sperm yet?" I asked as he watched himself. He shook his head
side to side.

"No but I still have a cum that feels pretty good. Can I see your cock
Gary? I bet it's huge." Well it wasn't, being just under seven and a half
inches when fully erect, but I would let the boy judge it for himself. I
moved into a semi kneeling position in my seat, one foot on the floor, so
that I faced the boy the pulled my own t-shirt up and held it in place
with my chin then hooked my fingers into the elastic waistband of my dark
blue OP's and pulled them down, my stone hard cock bounding out to meet
the boy. His eyes went wide open.

"Oh my Gosh it's huge," he exclaimed predictably and without asking
reached out grasped onto me. It had been a while since I'd been with a
boy, especially one as young as Paul appeared to be. His small hand felt
pretty good wrapped around my hard cock.

I reached down toward his boycock and he moved his hand to give me full
access to him. I felt up and down the rigid little shaft, squeezing as I
went then cupped his balls, reveling in the smooth feeling of his skin.

"Can we go somewhere else and take all our clothes off Gary? Can we go to
your house?" he asked.

I was considering the back seat of the SUV but certainly my home would
give us much more room as well as privacy as well as comfort which
translated to the possibility of a longer play time. I was a little
concerned about taking a strange boy home but figured this one was pretty
safe, all things considered.

"Sure," I said and pulled away from him, my cock bobbing in the air once
it was let loose. I sat down, not bothering to pull my shorts back into
place and pulled the windshield screen down and folded it and tossed it
into the backseat. Paul continued to slouch in the seat with his legs
spread and played with himself.

I lived about 22 blocks from where we were at and once out of the parking
garage and onto city streets Paul pushed his shorts and briefs fully off
and moved next to the console and reached over to play with my cock. I
spread my legs and allowed the boy to do as he wanted, grateful that I'd
opted for an automatic transmission. After a few blocks the boy moved
again, this time laying his chest across the console to get closer to my
cock and balls, both of which began to get the attention of both of his
hands. I glanced over at his butt, a narrow set of glorious orbs that
swelled out from the small of his back, their whiteness a contrast to the
darker color of his tanned legs. I reached over and rubbed his butt,
squeezing the orbs and playing with his crack. He raised his waist a
little higher and my hand slipped down and felt on his balls as they hung
in the air just off the seat. This was turning out to be a hell of a day
and it was barely ten in the morning.

I found myself hurrying through traffic as the boy and I fondled each
other, neither of us saying a word. The lights ran in our favor and ten
minutes later I pulled onto a side street and then the cul-d-sac where my
property dominated the end. A flick of a button started the gate opening
and another one the end bay of a three car garage. Paul sat up when I
mention we were on my street and watched as the gate and then the door
opened, both of them closing again as we passed through them.

The boy continued to look out the window, a hand absently playing with
his still half hard cock. I was still hard as stone myself. We got out
and headed into the laundry room then into the family room slash den, the
half naked boy following me with his clothes in his hands. I hadn't
pulled my shorts all the way up but had left them hugging my hips and
most of my narrow ass, my cock held in upright position because the
waistband had also trapped my nuts. I turned to face Paul who simply
dropped his clothes on the sofa, quickly peeled his t-shirt off and stood
naked before me, his cocklet now back to it full on firmness and
quivering in the air in front of the cute young pre teen's slender body.

The boy was darling cute, of that there was no doubt. His green eyes
twinkled with merriment beneath full lashes and eyebrows. Full pink lips
covered what looked like perfect teeth but which I would learn weren't
but it didn't detract from his beauty or cuteness in any way. Paul walked
up to me and pulled my shorts down to my knees, freeing up my cock and my
balls. He took hold of the shaft and began stroking it.

"Can I try to suck on it Gary?" he asked, the request itself coming as a
bit of a surprise given his behavior so far. I would have expected him to
take it over as though it were his own.

"Do you want to go to my bedroom or just do it right here?" I asked him.
His answer was to drop to his knees, pull my shaft down and begin licking
all over the swollen head, cleaning off my precum in the process, then
putting his mouth over the satiny flesh and sucking on it. I peeled my
shirt off as the boy began then ruffled my fingers in his hair while he
worked. He sucked a pretty good cock, causing me to wonder about how much
experience he'd had. His tongue worked over my head as he sucked,
stroked, and his other hand cupped and played with my medium sized balls.
I felt my balls begin to roil and my belly tingle at the feelings of an
impending orgasm and I told the boy that but it didn't seem to deter him,
in fact it made him work harder.

I figured his mouth should be getting sore and it did, just as I was
ready to squirt.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum Paul," I said as he pulled his mouth from my cock
head and stroked me harder, his little hand wrapped tightly around my
cock. He didn't move his head but kept his eyes on the swollen leaky
flesh in front of him and as a result my first jet sperm hit him square
on his smooth cheek just below his left eye and leaving a white slash
down to the corner of his lip. The boy was undaunted and kept stroking,
the next jet hitting his nose, the third onto his lips and half open
mouth and from there his mouth closed back over the spurting head and he
took the other four squirts into his warm mouth. The expression on his
young face and the low moans coming from his throat told me the kid was
in ecstasy and I gotta tell you he wasn't alone. The whole scene was one
of the hottest that I'd ever had in my thirty years of life.

My dick head finally got toop sensitive and I pulled away from the boy's
sperm covered face. I pulled him to his feet and grabbed my t-shirt and
went to clean him off but he stopped me.

"I wanna see what it looks like first Gary," he said so I took his hand
and led him down to the master bedroom and into my bath, standing him in
front of a huge mirror where he stared at himself.

"That looks so cool," he said, leaning in for a better look. Indeed it
did. I loved seeing a boy with cum on his face, especially if it was
mine, and happy about it. He turned to me and allowed me to clean him
off, which I did quite gently. I put a towel on the counter then picked
Paul up and sat him on it, protecting his bare butt from the cold marble.
He giggled as I plopped him down then watched me push his legs open, not
that I needed to as that seemed to be his plan as well. He leaned back
against the mirror, wincing for just a moment at the coolness of the
glass on his back then relaxed and watched me explore his preteen body
with my eyes.

He was awesome to look at. Most of his body was pale, virginal in its
appearance and all that made him a boy was no exception. His cocklet was
raging hard, sticking proudly in the air in front of his slender body,
the blue veined shaft jerking slightly with each beat of his little
heart. His nuts were in the process of dropping so the smooth, also blue
veined bag hung down slightly, the wrinkles pulled out of it where his
eggs had settled. Leaning in close I could see the half dozen or so
little hairs that were sprouting from his pubic bone at the base of his
cock. As I'd assessed before, the boy looked to be between four and a
half and five inches long; an almost perfect size in my estimation for a
young boy just entering puberty. I knew that I'd be able to easily take
his entire cocklet into my mouth without a problem and I figured his
young but maturing balls would fit was well. With that in mind I brought
my face in close to the boy's pale crotch.

I inhaled deeply taking in the aroma of growing boy, a somewhat sweet but
also musky fragrance that was better than any perfume or cologne I'd ever
smelled. I gazed at the boy's balls, lust roaring through my body. I
loved a boy's balls. I loved how they looked, how they felt in my hand
and against my face and my mouth. I let my tongue snake out and lick at
the boy's eggs, first one and then the other, pushing the orbs around in
their soft smooth sac. Above my head the boy moaned softly with pleasure
and pushed his hips out slightly.

I reached out and took hold of the boy's rampant penis and stroked it as
I sucked one of his balls into my mouth and massaged it with my tongue
before letting it plop back out. I licked a little further south along
his perineum toward his boygina but stopped short only because I couldn't
get at it. There would be plenty of time later, of that I was sure. I
moved up, pulled his stone hard little boner down a little then dropped
my mouth down over the head. I licked at his slit and felt the
unmistakable stickiness of precum. It was only faint which was probably
why I hadn't actually seen it, although I hadn't really been looking
either. The boy groaned loudly as I bounced his red, swollen cock head
off the back of my mouth before backing almost all the way off then
taking it all back in again. I pulled on his balls, tightening the skin
and making him all that much more sensitive to my ministrations. The boy
was breathing heavily, his flat belly rising and falling quickly as lust
ripped through his small body. He was on the edge of an orgasm and I was
dying to take him over the edge.

"Stop" he panted and I did, wondering what was going on but figuring the
intense feelings were too much for the young boy.

"Can you put your cock in me Gary? I need you to fuck me," He panted. I
looked into the boys eyes, well okay I sort of did since they were
practically closed from the sexy feelings he was experiencing. My cock
throbbed at the idea of being buried deep inside Paul's virginal body, of
having his little butt hole grip my steel hard flesh.

"Are you sure that's what you want Paul?" He nodded his head and said he
was very sure.

"But first can you get my cell phone from my shorts?" I gave him a
questioning look and he said "Please?" I left and returned a minute
later, after also grabbing the lube from my nightstand, to find that he'd
gotten a folded bath towel under his butt which allowed him to slouch
down a little more and give me better access to his hole. I handed him
the phone, curious about that bit but also about the location of where
the boy wanted me to fuck him.

"Are you sure you don't want to go to my bed?" He shook his head then
told me to go ahead.

With the position he was in, his skinny legs draped over the edge of the
counter, I would have to be a little close in for the prep work. I lubed
my fingers, picked his legs up and placed his feet against my chest then
after a little more maneuvering managed to slip a finger up inside his
butt. I began to finger fuck the boy, his puckered little hole gripping
me and making me all that more anxious to have it be my cock instead. It
only took a minute before the boy told me he was ready.

Keeping his feet against me, I managed to get my cock fully lubed up and
as I moved in closer until my slippery head touched his muscle. I pushed
gently, felt the expected resistance, then pushed harder. It took a third
such thrust before his butthole gave way and allowed me inside his body.
Of course the cute young thing told me to stop, which I did. I looked
down and was amazed as always at the sight of my cock inside a boy's ass,
connecting us together in the dance of life.

"Here, take a picture of your cock in my butt," he commanded handing me
the phone. I wondered for a brief moment if I'd fallen into the clutches
of a child perv and further wondered where in the hell this kid was
coming from. "Please?" he asked, the phone opened and ready to go. I took
it, found the camera button, found a decent shot and took it then handed
the phone to Paul.

"Cool," he said, "now put your cock all the way inside me, slow though
okay?" I took his feet from my chest and held his legs back out of the
way and as I slowly inserted the remaining six seven inches of stone hard
adult cock into the boy's tight ass he proceeded to make a phone call,
hitting what had to be a speed dial button.

"Stevie, it's me. Are you alone?" He waited for a moment then said, "In
Tristan's bedroom is perfect. I'm doing it, I'm getting fucked by a man."
Pause. "For real, his cock is almost all the way inside my ass and we're
doing it while I sit on his bathroom countertop. This is gonna cost you
guys two hundred buck." He looked at me and winked while I was wondering
just what the fucking Jesus Christ was going on. I was a bet? The kid was
getting money from someone, probably friends, for having me fuck him?
Then to me he said,

"Can my friends listen to us fuck?" I gave him a questioning look and was
once again asked, "please?" as be batted long eyelashes at me. Truth be
told I was getting into it and the idea of having his young friends
listen to us was a real turn on. I nodded my head and he put us on
speaker and set the phone on the counter.

"Can you hear me okay?" he asked.

"Loud and clear," a high pitched boy's voice said, followed by a second
similar voice. I bottomed out, my pubes against his smooth pale butt. The
feelings of his tight young hole on my cock were fantastic and I knew
that it wasn't going to take me long to unload a torrent of sperm deep
inside the boy. I started to pull out of him then moved back inside and
started the process again.

"Oh fuck you guys he's fucking me, he's moving his big hard cock in and
out of my ass," my young lover declared.

"Fuck Paul, how's it feel? Does it hurt?" the boy on the phone asked.

"It did at first but now it feels great, way better than you guys'
dicks."

"Tristan wants me to fuck him while you get fucked, hold on a sec."

"These are my best friends, Stevie and Tristan," the cute young thing
said as though I really needed an explanation. Well, I did want an
explanation but more along the lines of what the game was, not who the
players were. As if reading my mind Paul added,

"I'll explain after we cum, okay?" I nodded my head and kept up a slow
leisurely pace in the hopes of keeping this thing alive for awhile as I
reveled in the feelings. There's not much of anything better in the world
than fucking a young boy as far as I was concerned.

"He's got his cock in me," the boy I assumed to be Tristan said. "I'm on
my knees at the edge of my bed and he's fucking me like a dog," the
melodic voice said then in the background I heard a sound like a wolf
baying.

"God I love getting fucked Paul, do you think your man would fuck me?"

"Me too," I heard the third boy say in the background. I felt my cock
throb and my belly flop as I hit bottom inside Paul's tight ass for about
the thirteenth time while thinking to myself that I'd hit a goddmned boy
lotto. He looked at me as if to ask what I thought and I nodded my head.

"He said yes, he'll fuck both of you." I started to pick up speed,
ramming my cock into the boy, my balls almost hitting the edge of the
counter.

"Oh man you guys he's fucking the shit out of me. God his cock feels so
good in my ass, you guys are gonna love it." Then to me he said, "Fuck me
harder Gary, fuck your big cock into my tight little boy's ass." The room
was getting noisy with the sounds of Paul's talk and his moaning, along
with the metallic sound of the boys on the other end, Tristan also being
quite verbal about getting fucked and wanted to get his little ass
pounded harder. Paul reached down and grabbed onto his raging boner and
began jacking off.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum you guys I'm gonna cum." All of a sudden the boy
literally screamed out, his voice sounding much like a little girl. His
body convulsed as he came, his orgasm causing his hole to twitch against
my cock and it took me over the edge.

"Ooooh fuck Paul," I groaned as my cock swelled and the first of at least
six pulses of cum shot up into the boy's body.

"I can feel his hot sperm in me," Paul all but yelled as both of our
bodies went through all the motions of one of the most powerful and
exciting orgasms I'd had in ten years at least. Judging from the moans
and muffled talking coming out of the tiny speaker on the phone, the boys
on the other end were going through the same things that we were.

My orgasm subsided and I slowed my stroke, moving gently in and out of
Paul's butt. For his part, the boy continued to play with himself,
squeezing his cock head.  I finally lowered his legs, adjusting my body
to fit his as the direction of my cock in his ass changed and we stayed
like that; motionless, quiet and panting for a solid minute, the silence
finally being broken by the phone.

"Are you guys still there?" After Paul replied that we were, the voice
declared "That was incredible. Man Stevie just fucked the livin shit out
of me." Paul declared that I had done the same to him, the only
difference being that I'd filled his ass with a gallon of cum.

"Oh man," Tristan answered, "When can he fuck me and Stevie? I really
want to get fucked by a man."

"It's all he talks about," Stevie added, the clearness of his voice
indicating that he was now much closer to the phone, "and it had better
be soon or he's gonna just go down to Reserve Park." The aforementioned
park was a somewhat renown cruise area for gay men and sometimes boys. I
thought to myself that wouldn't be significantly different than what Paul
had done. Paul looked at me with a raised eyebrow and I shrugged my
shoulders.

"Can we go get them and come back here?' he asked. I nodded my head.

"I gotta shower so meet us by the bus stop on Emmerson in a half hour,"
he directed. The boys agreed and shut down the connection. I was still
inside of Paul but softening quickly and before I could actually register
the thought, I squished out of him, the boy moaning at the loss. He then
leaned forward, put his arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips,
backed away and looked into my eyes, the leaned forward again and staying
there longer. His tongue pushed against my lips so I opened wide to
receive him.

"Will you carry me to the shower Gary?" he asked after breaking away the
second time. Without saying a thing I scooped him up and held him to me,
my hands under his little butt, and he wrapped his legs around my waist
and giggled. I walked past the sunken bathtub and sauna to the open room
that sufficed as my shower area. Big enough for six people, it had
multiple heads mounted on the wall as well as rain makers in the ceiling.
I could practically create a tropical storm in there. I set Paul down and
turned on the overhead shower then proceeded to help wash the boy while
he told me his story.

He and Stevie had been friends for years. About a year and a half before,
Tristan's family had moved to the upper crust community not all that far
from my house that the two boys families lived in. He fell in immediately
with the other two, forming an almost inseparable trio. While Stevie and
Paul had messed around sexually quite a bit together, Tristan had been a
font of knowledge and willing participant, taking the other two boys to
places they had not yet experienced. They'd gotten plenty of ideas from
pictures on the net, Tristan being a little computer whiz and
circumventing the so called safe guards that his parents had put his
computer.

After seeing images of men and boys together in a newsgroup, the three
decided that they too wanted to experience being with an adult male, the
idea being that such as man would probably know a heck of a lot more than
another boy. Besides, a man would have bigger stuff than a boy. Somehow
the idea of a contest to see who could score first was born, score
meaning to get fucked. To make it interesting they each chipped fifty
bucks into a pot, the winner getting the money. They added another level
by stating that if it happened in a place that was out of the ordinary
then another fifty bucks could be had. Beds, the floor, a sofa or chair
were listed as ordinary and anything else would have to be agreed on by
the two boys who lost.

"So you were down at Daiei with your cock hanging out trolling for a
man?" I asked him.  Paul giggled and said no, he was just down there
looking at other boys and sort of hoping to maybe catch one while he was
waiting for the other two to join him and hang out. They had each had
early morning appointments for the dentist and a piano lesson and Paul
had wanted to see if he could find a particular Japanese candy that the
store carried that other stores didn't.

"And that's where you found me," he ended, reaching behind himself to
rinse the soap from puckered little pooter.

"How old are you Paul," I asked and he said that he'd just turned twelve
a couple months before. Stevie was gonna be twelve in ten days and
Tristan was the oldest at just under thirteen. "He's Filipino and the
cutest boy I have ever seen in my life Gary. You won't believe how cute
he is and his cock still has the skin on the end too which is really
interesting." Well, my interest was certainly peaked as we exited the
shower and dried off then headed into the living room where we got
dressed and headed out to pick up Paul's horny young friends.