Date: Mon, 16 Aug 2004 15:36:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Phoenixboy <phoenixboy000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Computer Fun

COMPUTER FUN

by Phoenixboy

Garrett was bored and spent the afternoon wandering around the backyard
trying to find something interesting to do.  It was a hot summer weekday
and his parents were at work and his older sister was at band camp.  For
some reason, none of his friends were home.  He threw a tennis ball against
the wooden fence and caught its rebound.  This went on for about ten
minutes until that became boring.

"Fuck it," Garrett muttered and let the ball drop to the ground.  A jab of
thrill shot through his body at saying this forbidden word out loud.  Being
able to swear was one of the good things of being home alone.  His friends
all cussed like sailors, but he was just now learning the joys of foul
language and was not yet used to it.

The gangly twelve-year-old jumped up and wrapped his skinny arms around a
low-hanging branch of a tree that was actually in the neighbor's yard but
draped over the adjoining fence.  He kicked his legs up so they linked over
the branch, leaving him hanging like a monkey.  As quickly as only young
boys can do, Garrett slung his body to the topside of the branch and was
soon sitting upright on it.  His parents didn't like him climbing up the
branch because not only did the tree not belong to them, but they were
deathly afraid he would fall and break his neck.  Though not athletic, he
was not accident-prone and held his own on things such as trees.

The upper branches held too much fascination for Garrett not to explore, so
he soon scrambled up the limbs until he was swaying in the thin treetop.
He could see across the entire neighborhood, over the roofs of houses four
streets over.  It was exhilarating, and he had this strange bubbly feeling
in the lower part of his belly and into his balls.

"This is so fucking cool!" he yelled.

"Having fun?" a voice called up to him from the ground.  Garrett looked
down, frightened at being caught swearing.  Charlie Breen, the next door
neighbor who owned the tree, waved up at the boy.  From this height,
Garrett couldn't tell if he was angry or not, but his voice seemed jovial
enough.

Garrett made his way down the tree as quickly as he could without losing
his footing.  When he reached the point to where he could talk without
yelling, Garrett said, "Sorry.  I didn't mean to climb your tree without
permission."

"Don't worry about it," Charlie said with a chuckle.  "If I was your age,
I'd be up there too."

Relief spread through Garrett and was immediately replaced with childlike
whimsy.  "Why don't you?" he asked, grinning widely at the thought of a
grown man shimmying up the tree like a squirrel.

Charlie stared up at Garrett for a moment, then grasped hold of the lowest
branch he could find and pulled himself up with a grunt.  Garrett watched
in bemusement as Charlie climbed to his point in the tree.

"How's that?" Charlie asked.

"Not bad for an old man," Garrett said.

"Old man?  I'll show you an old man.  Race you to the top."

With that, the race was on.  Hand over hand, branch to branch, the two
clambered up.  Garrett could slip through the limbs easier, but Charlie's
body was longer so he didn't have to put out as much effort.  In the end.
Garrett edged Charlie out of the lead and reached the unsubstantial treetop
first.

"Ha!  I won!" Garrett proclaimed.

"Yeah, yeah.  Why don't you yell it to the whole world, punk."

"I WON!!!" Garrett screamed out.  A bird in the distance cawed angrily.

"Let's get out of this tree before one of us kills ourselves," Charlie
said, and the two of them headed back down.

Garrett didn't think anything of following Charlie to his side of the
fence.  They were in the midst of play, so as far as Garrett was concerned,
he was welcomed to be in his neighbor's yard.  Charlie didn't seem to mind.

"So whatcha doing home?" Garrett asked.  "Aren't you supposed to be at
work?"

"Working at home today."

"What do you do for a living?"

"Database management.  Exciting stuff, huh?"

"Oh yeah.  Right up there with fighting fires."

"Smart ass," Charlie said, then tousled the boy's long hair.

"Is that any way to talk to a kid?"  Garrett really did feel like a smart
ass.

"What are you talking about?  You were the one who was just up there
yelling out how fucking cool that was."

Garrett blushed.

"Hey, don't sweat it," said Charlie.  "I was twelve once, too.  I couldn't
care less if you say 'fuck.'"

Squinting his eyes at Charlie to determine if he was on the level, Garrett
said, "Fuck."  Charlie only laughed.

"Want something to drink, little potty mouth?"

"Sure.  Fuck."

Shaking his head, Charlie led Garrett inside his house.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Garrett said.

"You really like that word, don't you?" Charlie said as he grabbed a soda
from the fridge.  He tossed the can to Garrett.

"You got that fucking right."

"You know any other words?"

"Sure," said Garrett with a twinkle in his eye.  "Shit.  Damn.  Bitch.
Dick.  Pussy."

"I bet you don't say that around your mom."

"Fuck no."

"Oooh, my ears," Charlie said, covering his ears in mock pain.

"Here's one," Garrett said, eyes lighting up.  He moved close to Charlie's
face for impact.  "Cunt."

The two of them burst out laughing at the same time.  It took a good five
minutes for them to calm down.

"I was taking a break and just playing on the internet," Charlie said when
he was able to talk again.  "Help yourself to it if you want.  I need to
grab a bite to eat.  Want something?"

"Whatcha got?"

"Tuna sandwich?"

"Sure."

Charlie headed into the kitchen after pointing Garrett in the direction of
the room acting as the computer room.  It was piled with all sorts of
papers and the computer itself was nearly buried.

Garrett positioned himself in front of the computer and cleared out the
screensaver, finding the internet browser.  He went to one of his favorite
sites, which featured a number of games.  He started playing pool, but then
got a better idea.  Looking behind him, he made sure Charlie wasn't in the
room.  He heard the clinking and clanging of food preparation coming from
the kitchen, so figured he had a few minutes alone.  He typed in a website.

Seconds dragged out with suspense as the site loaded.  Then the monitor was
filled with naked women.  It was a site his friend Brendon showed him, but
he was never able to really look at it properly since his computer at home
had parental blocks on it.

Garrett squirmed in the rolling chair as his dick grew rock hard.  He
navigated around the site, looking at all the bare tits and pussies.  He
moved from picture to picture, getting an eyeful and forgetting the passage
of time.

"I see you've found something interesting," Charlie said from behind him.
Garrett jumped and hurriedly tried to close the window, but in his panic
failed to click on the little X in the top right of the screen.  A woman
was spreading her pussy wide open on the monitor for the world to see.
"Ah, don't worry about it."

The boy looked up at Charlie with uncertainty.  Surely this adult was mad
at him for using his computer to look at porn.  Charlie simply handed him a
plate with a tuna sandwich and chips on it.  "Thanks," he said lamely.

"Eat up."

Garrett took a tentative bite from the sandwich.  It tasted good, and soon
his appetite that had briefly left him returned.

Charlie pointed his own sandwich at the naked girl on the computer.  "You
know, they say pussies smell like tuna fish."

"Do they?"

"Eh, sorta.  I think they smell more like cod."

Garrett snorted laughter, spraying the keyboard with bits of fish.

"Tastes more like cabbage," Charlie said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Cabbage?  Eww."  Garrett squashed up his face with distaste.

"Some people like cabbage."

"Do you?"

"Not really."

This started another peal of laughter from both of them.

"So you really..." Garrett started, not knowing the words to use.

"Ate pussy?" Charlie finished.  The boy nodded.  "Sure.  Have you?"

"No."

"I should hope not, or else I'd say you were one lucky motherfucker."

The screensaver flicked on, catching Garrett's attention.  He moved the
mouse and the nude girl returned in a flash.

"Here, you want a good site?" Charlie offered.  Without waiting for a
response, he moved in front of Garrett and typed in a new website.  It was
one that featured numerous video clips.  "Go ahead and pick one."

Garrett's mind was whirling with excitement, and it really didn't matter to
him which one I chose, so he just clicked on one at random.  It took a
couple of moments to load, despite Charlie's DSL connection.  The boy
glanced up at him, and he only grinned back in a knowing manner.

The video started.  A girl who looked like she was no more than a teenager
stripped in front of a studly, hairy-chested guy.  As soon as she was
naked, she unzipped the guy's pants, pulling out a huge cock, and began
sucking the cock.  Before long, the guy was fucking her.

Garrett's cock throbbed in the tight constriction of his pants.  He pulled
at his crotch, trying not to be noticeable about it.  Apparently, it didn't
work, as Charlie noticed.  "It's okay if you pull on it, Garrett.  It's
supposed to make you hard.  That's the point of porn."

"Does it make you hard, too?" Garrett asked, blushing as he said it.  He
couldn't ever have imagined asking that to anyone, especially an adult.
But today was a day of risk-taking, and he was throwing caution to the
wind.

"Fuck yeah," Charlie said and grabbed his crotch.  The outline of a very
big cock pressed against the material of his pants in his hand.  He
chuckled, and the laugh was infectious.  Garrett laughed and grabbed a
handful of his own crotch.  The outline was less prominent, but was still
apparent.

The video ended, so Garrett clicked on another.  This time, two naked girls
made out for the sake of the camera.  One of them began licking the other's
pussy.

"Oh, shit," said Garrett.

"Nice, huh?"  At some point, Charlie had pulled up another chair next to
Garrett without the boy even noticing.

"Oh yeah."  The girls on the computer had now produced a vibrator and was
taking turns fucking each other with it.  The video then ended and Garrett
immediately opened another one, his hand trembling on the mouse.  The new
video showed a very young couple, a blond girl and a skinny guy with a long
dick.  The girl lay on a couch and the guy straddled her with his face in
her crotch.  He licked her pussy while the girl sucked his dick.

"That's called a sixty-nine," Charlie said.  His hand was massaging a very
large bulge in his pants.  "Think you ever want to try that?"

"Oh, fuck yeah."

"There's nothing like getting your dick sucked," Charlie said, his breath a
little ragged.  "Especially if you're licking a hot girl's cunt."

The next video featured a threesome--two guys on a girl.  The girl was on
her hands and knees blowing one of the guys while the other got behind her
with his impossibly huge hardon.  He lined it up at her rear end, then
impaled her.  She hardly seemed to notice as he fucked her from behind.

"That's doggy style," Charlie said, causing both of them to laugh.

"Is he putting it in her ass?" Garrett asked.

"Naw.  When a girl bends over like that, her pussy is right there so you
can fuck her pretty easily.  It's a little harder butt fucking."

"You ever do that?"

"What?  Doggy style or butt fucking?"  Charlie had that knowing grin again.

"Both."

"Yeah."

"Which one?"

"Both."  Charlie broke into a huge grin and Garrett guffawed.  Man and boy
alike pawed at their respective clothed erections.

"You stuck your dick up someone's butt?" Garrett asked when he stopped
laughing.

Charlie leaned in to whisper into Garrett's ear.  "There's nothing like a
good butt fucking.  An asshole is the tightest thing you can put your
cock."

"And it'll fit?"  Garrett was wide-eyed, yet his hand never left his boner.

"Well, you kind of have to work it," Charlie explained.  He gripped his
dick again to show off its girth to Garrett.  "With something this size,
you can't just stick it in.  Start off with something smaller, like your
finger.  Then ease in another one, and maybe a third.  See, the muscle in
your asshole stretches, and after just a little workout you can take a cock
up there.  Even someone your size can be fucked by a cock my size."

"Really?"  Garrett had forgotten about the video and was enraptured by
Charlie's spiel.  He massaged his hard cock fervently.  His chair bounced
lightly up and down.

Charlie lowered his voice again like a conspirator plotting a mission.
"Wanna hear a secret?"

"Sure," Garrett said, his own voice lowering.  He licked his lips
expectantly.

"There's something guys have called a prostate gland.  It's just behind
your balls, but can be reached if you stick your finger into your asshole.
If you rub it, it feels amazing.  It'll make you cum like a geyser."

Garrett giggled.  It was so strange hearing this man discuss cumming.  He'd
heard his friend talk about it, but he really didn't know exactly what it
was.  He knew stuff came out of your dick, but as of yet had not
experienced it, so he only had a vague idea of what the whole deal was.

Charlie glanced around, as if someone might be within earshot.  "In fact,
it's suck a great feeling, that some guys like being butt fucked so they
can feel a cock rub up against it.  It's like a hundred times better than a
finger."

Garrett's mouth went dry as he tried to drum up the courage to ask his next
question.  He really wanted to know, but didn't want to make his new friend
mad.  If he offended the man, Charlie might not let him watch any more
porn.

"It's okay, you can say it," Charlie said, obviously noticing Garrett's
trouble at forming the words.

"Have you...have you ever been butt fucked?" the boy asked, his voice
squeaking.

"I think I shot my cum half way across the room," Charlie responded.  "And
that was only a small cock, maybe about your size."

Garrett looked down at his crotch, contemplating the size of his dick and
how it would fit inside an asshole.  What would it feel like?  Would
Charlie let him stick it in him?  Would Charlie's dick fit inside his own
asshole?

"How about another video?" Charlie suggested.

More fucking.  More cock sucking.  More pussy licking.

"I bet your dick is sore rubbing it through your shorts like that," Charlie
said.  "I know mine is."

Garrett saw that Charlie now had his hand down his pants.

"If we're going to jack off, we need to do it properly."

Without waiting for Garrett's approval, Charlie unbuckled his pants and
quickly shucked them off.  His boner tented up his boxers.

"Go ahead and free your snake," he said.  "It'll feel better."

Garrett paused for only a moment, then did as Charlie suggested.  He yanked
down his shorts, pulling his underwear along with them.  His hairless dick
popped up flat against his stomach.  He looked over in time to see
Charlie's much bigger dick rear its head.  The boy was amazed at its size,
and was also intrigued by the mass of hair that surrounded it.  Charlie
gripped its shaft and pumped up and down, grinning at Garrett, who followed
suit.

They returned their interest to the videos streaming off the internet and
masturbated with relish.

"Here, use a little of this," Charlie said and handed Garrett a bottle of
baby oil.  Garrett poured a bit into the palm of his hand, then greased up
his cock with it.  "Feel better?"

"Yeah, lots."

"You gotta get your cock nice and lubed if you're gonna butt fuck someone."

As if taking that as a command, Garrett poured more baby oil into his hand
to lubricate his dick more.

"Your cock is a nice size for someone your age," Charlie said.  "Ever
measure it?"

"No."

"Here, let's see how big it is.  Stand up."  Charlie produced a ruler as
Garrett stood up in front of him.  His dick was at eye level with Charlie.
Without asking permission, he took hold of the boy's dick and pulled the
boner down so it was parallel to the floor, then held the ruler across its
top.  "Just at four inches.  Nice."

"How big is yours?"

"About seven and a half, more or less.  Probably less."

"Will I ever get that big?"

"At least."  Charlie continued to hold Garrett's hard penis while they
talked.  "The more you jack off, the bigger it'll get."  As if to prove
this point, he massaged the young, oiled cock.

Garrett moaned and closed his eyes.

"Like that?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Your dick is really lubed.  Very slick.  I bet it could slide right in if
you wanted to butt fuck."

"Really?"  Garrett sounded like he was in a daze.

"Yep.  Do you want to butt fuck me?"

"Oh...God..."

"Say it to me."

"I want to butt fuck you," said the twelve-year-old.

Charlie released Garrett's cock and helped him step out of his pants, which
were pooled around his ankles.  He then pulled the boy's shirt over his
head, leaving the youngster completely naked.  Charlie similarly removed
the remainder of his own clothing, then led the lad to his bedroom.

"It'll be more comfortable in here," he explained gently.  He lay on his
back on the bed, and pulled Garrett over him.

"I thought we were gonna do it doggy style," Garrett said.

"We can, but it's better this way.  Get on your knees."  Charlie lifted his
legs, then helped guide Garrett's dick to his asshole.  "Push."

Garrett pushed his hips forward.  His dickhead slipped into the opening of
Charlie's ass.  Something inside him seemed to give way, then his entire
cock slide in.  An amazing feeling exploded through the boy's dick.

"Oh fuck!" he yelled.

"Yeah, fuck me."

Garrett pumped his hips, letting his dick slide in and out.  It was the
most incredible thing that he had ever felt.

Charlie grabbed Garrett's butt with both hands and helped him pump.  They
both moaned and grunted.  Charlie muttered, "Oh, yes.  Yes, Garrett.  Fuck
me. Fuck me, boy.  That's the way.  I can feel your cock inside me."

Then Garrett's entire body exploded, with the center of the explosion being
his penis.  His vision went black for a moment, and when it returned, he
was laying across the front of Charlie.  He could feel the man's dick
squished under his belly.  It didn't feel hard, and in fact there was
something sticky between the two bodies.  Charlie must've had his own
orgasm the same time Garrett experienced his first.

After a while of lying still with the only sound being their heavy
breathing, Charlie whispered, "Are you okay?"

"Fucking great," Garrett said, grinning.

Charlie kissed him on the forehead.  "You're a great little fucker.  That's
some cock you have."

"Thanks."

"Any time."

THE END


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