Date: Tue, 25 Apr 2006 08:17:49 -0700
From: aberration@hush.com
Subject: First Resolutions Part Seven m/b

First Resolutions
By: Aberration

Part Seven - Slide

Disclaimer:

This story contains material of a sexual nature and describes sexual acts
between varied ages, which may include adult/youth. If you find this kind
of material offensive, if you are not of legal age to read such material or
if it is illegal in your country, please do not read any further. My
stories may contain some factual or autobiographical elements, but they are
works of fiction, figments of imagination and any apparent similarity of
characters to real people is coincidental.

Expression should never be considered intent and I do not condone nor
endorse any of the activities included in these representations.

Story Codes: (mb, voy, oral, mast)

Comments are welcome at aberration@hush.com

"To Keep the Truth to ones self is not a lie."  - Spock


It wasn't very warm, perfect of course, the water park only about a third
of capacity. I saw him on the chute slide, darling nine or ten years old,
wearing a suit that after wet, prominently offered a near total view of his
small genitals. Delighting in his attire I kept track of him, smiled when
he did and watched as he romped and enjoyed.

`Ah, there's the first sign' I gleefully thought, as his fingers gave a
tweak.

Looking around, spying the facilities, trotting, but not running, that
wasn't allowed.

A quick glance, no one taking notice (in the days before security cameras),
already plumping, slipping in to witness him on tip toes, green, and filmy
competition suit twisted about mid thigh, two perfect little melons, snow
white compared to the rest of his tan frame, both hands in front, obviously
careful in his aim.

The gentle tinkling broke my reverie and just as I stepped up to the
adjacent urinal I stopped, just at the angle he could see, and withdrew my
quickly stiffening penis, giving it a long, slow stroke. I moved in and hid
half its length as customary, but in his perch he was quite nicely
displayed, circumcised and about two inches of pink tube, balls small
enough I really couldn't see them.

"Hi!" he greeted me cheerfully and I broke my gaze to take his beaming
innocence.

"Hello," I said with a smile, "You know," I went on and bent,
conspiratorial, whispering, "You have a very nice penis!"

He giggled and turned red, glanced down at himself, then back up to my
gaze.

"Would you like to see mine?" I continued and without waiting, stepped back
and showed myself, complete length of five inches attained, not a foot from
his astonished face. "Does your penis get stiff like this?"

"Uh Uh." He grunted, eyes riveted to my slow stroking and display.

"Not ever?" and he shook his head no. "I bet I can make it get stiff." I
challenged.

He shot a quick glance at me, then my cock and back to his own cute little
wiener and looking like he might panic, then he hitched in a breath and
said, "OK!" with a sheepish grin.

I quickly ushered us into a stall, picking him up when he forgot his suit
had fallen around his ankles. I sat on the stool and held him in my lap,
stretching him out a little, and then starting toying with his tiny, soft
penis. I moved it around, lightly traced a fingertip over his balls,
tweaking and manipulating it, but he didn't get hard.

Until I leaned over and licked, then sucked and bam he erected in a
flash. I stood him up and kneeled, bending over to suck his beautiful
little three inches of boyhood, licking his tiny balls and sucking each in
between my lips. His thin rod twitched between my lips when I went down the
next time and he barely squeaked, rose up to his tip toes and shuddered for
about three seconds, then slammed back down on the cement with a huff of
breath.

"See, stiffies are fun!" I smiled at the red faced, panting boy, ruffled
his hair, stood and jerked myself about four times and sprayed my release
all over his at first startled, then grimacing young face.

I lifted my up my suit, tucked my drizzling penis inside and took off as
fast as I could, leaving him standing in that cubicle, bikini suit puddled
at his feet, too startled too move.