From: Standing Bear <wlehr@sprynet.com>
Subject: New Story--M/b/bc (1/2)
Date: Fri, 24 Jan 1997 17:45:09 -0800
Organization: The Bear's Den

The Day I met Fred Savage
	                             Fiction, m/b cons.

The usual warning and disclaimer  applies to this story like all the
others
in these newsgroups. If you are under the legal age for your country,
state 
Or provence, or if stories depicting consentual sexual activity between 
adult males and minor boys offends you, STOP here, go no farther.  Since 
there is really no way to control who visits this newsgroup, and I have
no
way of knowing who reads these stories, I wouldn't be the least bit 
surprised if many a young boy reads this story.  Therefore I cannot
really 
be held responsible if a minor boy accesses this newsgroup and reads
this 
story and gets ideas of sexual contact with a man or men.

This story is totally fictional, from the inner recesses of my
imagination. 
  

	                          Chapter 1

     When I first saw the tv series "The Wonder Years", staring Fred
Savage as
"Kevin Arnold", when he was in the 7th grade, possibly 12 years old, I 
though him to be a really cute and sexy boy, what with my long time
sexual 
attraction to pre-pubessent, pre-teen boys. And when I saw an episode of 
the show in which Fred, as Kevin was on all fours in just his briefs,
and 
got a look at his cute little butt, all kinds of images of laying this
boy 
down naked and spreading those cute butt cheeks and burying my face in
the 
crack and licking his virgin hole and then easing my rod into him, came
to 
mind.    
    I was driving 18-wheelers at the time, and one day I was assigned a 
trip to the Chicago area where Fred actually lived when he wasn't busy
with
the tv series.  I thought, man if I could manage to somehow meet up with 
young Fred and spend some time with him, it would be great.  Well, the 
place where I was to deliver my shipment was at a shopping mall in a
suburb 
on the fringe of Chicago proper, and by a great stroke of luck,
unbeknownst
to me at the time, was very close to Fred's neighborhood.  I arrived on
a 
Sunday afternoon and didn't deliver until the next morning right there
at 
shopping mall. 
     After making entries in my driver's log book, and looking at the
time, 
I saw that I plenty of time to roam around the mall, so I climbed out of
cab
of the truck, a Conventional Peterbilt (long nose) with a doublewide
walk-in
sleeper compartment, and a double size waterbed in it, locked the door
and 
sauntered towards the entrance to the mall.  I saw a Revco Drug Store in
the
mall, and remembered that I needed a few personal items, including a
pack of
condoms. "Who knows when I might have a need for them?" I thought to
myself.

     After paying for my purchases, I wandered around the mall somemore
and
came upon a game room, crammed full of video games and a hoard of kids
of 
both genders, both pre-teen and teenagers.  I stood close to the
entrance 
for several minutes gazing at the butts and crotches of several preteen
boys
and a couple boys I figured who were about 13 or 14 years old.  Some of 
these boys had little tiny butts that hardly showed through their jeans 
and/or shorts, and some had nice round butts that filled the seat of
their 
jeans/shorts quite nicely.  As I was gazing at these boys, I had
developed a
quite noticeable bulge in the crotch of my jeans, and then I noticed
this 
one little boy of about 10 or 11 years old glancing repeatedly at the
lower
part of my body, and grinning and licking his lips. He then put his left 
hand down to his crotch and started rubbing it as he looked at me, then 
would point at my crotch.  I looked down and saw how obvious the bulge 
actually was.  I looked back at the little boy and made eye contact, and 
grinned at him.  He grinned back and flipped me the bird. I mouthed out
the
words, "I'm ready anytime you are."  Well, his face turned red, and
grinned
like a chesshire cat, and slowly walked over to me, and asked if I would
be
around that night about 7:30 or 8:00. I told him that I'd be in the mall 
parking lot til morning, as I had a load of freight to deliver in the 
morning. I told him the name on the truck so he'd know which one to go
to, 
in case there were other trucks there at the time.  He descreetly put
his 
little hand against my bulging cock to get an idea of how big was, then 
asked in a whispered voice if I like being sucked off by little boys,
and if
I liked sucking little boy cocks.  I told him that little boys like him
were
my favorite kind of bedmates and fuck buddies. He snickered at that and 
asked if I'd ever butt fucked a boy under 12 or 13 years old. I told him
no,
but if he was interested, he could be my first boy to do it with. He 
whispered that he had been butt fucked twice by an uncle just a few
months 
ago, before that uncle moved to New York City, and has had a desire to
get 
another man's dick in his butt, but he won't let just any man fuck him.
I 
asked him why he asked ME about butt fucking then, and he said that I
just 
looked like the gentle, loving kind of guy that he would like to get in 
bed with. I put a hand on his little head and tousseled his blond hair
and 
patted it.  I whispered to him that I am a gentle natured boy-lover, and 
that it would be an honor to lay down with him and explore his little
body 
with my probe in his little love canal. He giggled at that, as he had
never
heard of a boy's rectum refered to as a love canal before. He said that
he 
had to go home for a while, and he would get a shower and clean his
prick 
and butthole real good for me, and would be back around 7:30 or so.  I 
smiled and patted him on the cheek of his cute little face, and said
that 
I'd be watching for him. He said that he wouldn't let me down, 'cause
his 
butthole was itching to get a man-cock shoved up in it.  Then he gave my 
cock a gentle squeeze and promptly walked out of the game room as non-
chalantly as he could, so as to not be noticeable. 
     No sooner than than he left, I looked around the game room one more 
time, and first thing my eyes focused on was the boy of my fantasies!
Non 
other than Fred Savage himself.  He was playing a video game called
"Star 
Gate".  He was playing the game solo, and since I had gotten pretty good
at
the game myself, I discreetly walked over to him and asked if he'd like
to 
play a two-some.  He quickly looked up at me, and said, "Sure!  Do you
know
this game?"  I answered, "I sure do, I play it alot at truck stops when
I'm
laying over somewhere or just making a rest stop. I dug into the pocket
of 
my jeans and pulled out a dollor's worth of quarters and said, "I'll
even 
pay for the games if you're interested."  "Wow! You'd do that?" he
asked,  
"Sure!" I answered.  He said that as soon as the game is over, he'd love 
to play me a game.  "Alright!" I thought, "I'll play him til he's puddy
in 
my hands, and get him out to my truck".  
     I stood quietly to the side and watched him play so that I wouldn't 
break his concentration on the game.  After a few minutes, he asked, 
"Are 
you a truck driver?  You mentioned something about truckstops...."
     "Yep, sure am. I drive for a company in Tennessee, not far from
where 
I live." I answered.  "Are you into big trucks?"  I asked.
     "Well sort of,  I've always been amazed at how big some of them
are, 
and I've seen some with some really cool paint jobs on them." he
replied. 
I asked him if he'd be interested in seeing the truck that I drove, and 
mentioned that it has a unique paint scheme on it, and a double sized
walk-
in sleeper on it.  His eyes got big and said, "Really? Cool!  Maybe
after 
we play a few rounds, I'd like to go and check it out."
     "Made second base...." I silently said to myself.  As you may
notice, 
I didn't let on that I knew who he was, or made a big thing about the tv 
series he starred in. I'd wait til I had him in the truck before I let
him 
know that I knew who he was, and about the scene in his undies on the 
teacher's desk, and seeing the shape of his cute little butt and so on.
I 
looked at my watch to see how much time I'd have before the other little
boy
showed up.  It was only 4:30 pm. "Great! I've got 3 hours that I can
fool 
around with Fred before little blond boy shows up." I thought. 
     Fred and I played four games together, with him "beating the pants
off 
me" each time. He was really good at the game.  Better than I first
thought.
And I let him know it too.  He told me that he plays it a lot when he's 
there and not busy with school and such.
     "Well, let's go and check out that truck of yours, and then I've
gotta
start for home." Fred finally said.
     I lead that sexy specimen of boyhood out to the truck, and as we 
approached it, he let out a long whistle, and said, "Wow! What a paint
job! 
And what a big sleeper you have on it!"  The paint job consisted of a 
painted mural of a woodland scene with an old Cherokee style log cabin
in 
the middle, and a small creek flowing nearby.  On the very back of the 
sleeper was a picture of a Cherokee man dressed in a wrap around long
shirt
tied in place with a finger-woven belt, breech cloth and deerskin
leggings,
moccasins and a turban, and holding what most non-Indian people call a 
"Peace Pipe" with feathers hanging from the stem. At the man's side, was
a 
young scantily dressed boy wearing no more than a one piece breech cloth 
that goes between the legs and drapes down over a narrow belt in the
front 
and back and extends to just above the knees, and moccasins, and had an
arm 
around the man's waist, and a contented smile on his face, making people
who
see the mural wonder what he and the man have been up to.
     I asked if he'd like to see the inside of the truck, and how I had
it 
fixed up.  He said, "Sure! I'd love to."  I unlocked the passenger side
door
and opened it, thinking "Come into my parlor, said the spider to the
fly...."
Fred climbed into the cab and looked in towards the sleeper, and I got
in 
right behind him, and closed and locked the door.
     "Go ahead on in and look around!" I encouraged him. And he did. I
could
see that he was quite impressed. I had a dreamcatcher hanging over the 
waterbed, and a leather shield hanging securely on the back wall, and
other
such Native American craftwork here and there. Fred's eyes were as big
as 
saucers when he saw a sketching of the same Cherokee man and boy laying 
naked in a 69 position giving each other a blowjob with the man's hands
on 
the boy's buns and a finger in the boy's butt-hole up to the last
knuckle, 
and the man's whole cock in the boy's mouth and boy's prick and nuts in
the
man's mouth. Then Fred noticed another sketch of them in which the boy
was 
on all fours and the man was on his knees with his entire cock in the
boy's
butt. Fred then looked at me, his face blushed as he saw the bulge in my 
jeans and my hand rubbing it.  I asked, "So what do you think? I see
you're
facinated with the sketches and what the two people in them are
doing...." 
He stammered a minute, and asked if I was into doing stuff like that
with 
boys.  I grinned and nodded my head and put an arm around his waist and 
pulled him close against me. Then I said, "I know who you are, Fred, and
I 
saw a recent episode of your show in which you were on the teacher's
desk 
on all fours in nothing but your briefs, and when I saw the shape of
your 
cute little butt through them, I started feeling a stirring in my groin
and
knew I'd love to lick that cute butt and get my cock inside it and make
both
of us feel good inside."  He tried to pull away, but I moved both of my 
hands down to his butt and pulled him tightly against me. and fondled
those
soft round buns and the crack in between, down to that virgin butthole.
He 
squirmmed a bit, then relaxed as I caressed his butt and the space
between 
his hole and his nutsac. I gently moved him to the side of the bed,
knelt 
down in front of him, and gently felt his crotch and his boyhood through
his
jeans. I massaged his prick and ballocks until he developed a noticeable 
erection, which I rubbed my hand along from base to head. Then I moved
my 
hands back to his buns as I put my mouth over his prick and gently bit
down
on it through the material, but not enough to cause him any pain. Then I 
worked my tonuge up and down the shaft of his prick, still covered by
his 
jeans and undershorts. He stiffened up and took a quick inward breath 
through clentched teeth. Then slowlly exhaled. I looked up into his face 
and saw a look of ecstacy.  "Home Run....." I said to myself. I then
asked,
     "Have you ever had that little rod sucked?"  He looked down at me
in a
way that said "Are you kidding!?" Then he said "No....... but I've
thought 
about it a few times, and wondered what it would feel like......"  
     "Well, here's your chance, if you're interested."
     Hesitantly, he said, "Well.......I guess so.....but promise me
you'll 
go slow with me."
     "Of course, I'll go as slow as you need me to be, but we need to
get on
with it, cause I've got another little boy that I met in the game room
where
we met, that not only wants his prick sucked, but even wants a man cock
up 
his tiny butthole."
     Fred looked at me with a look of disbelief in his face, and asked
if I
was kidding, I told him that I was not kidding.  He asked, "What's his
name?
I might know him if he was in the game room...."
     I said, "I don't know. Didn't ask, and he didn't tell me."
     "What does he look like then?" he asked,  "Oh, let's see. He's
about 
four inches shorter than you, quite thin, has really light blond hair,
close
set blue eyes and a slender nose with a few freckles along the bridge,
and 
real light complexion. Evidently he lives near by." I answered.
Fred looked at me with a shocked look on his face, and said, "You may
not 
believe this, but I think that is my cousin Timmy."
     "Well, whoever he is, he told me that he had been buttfucked a
couple 
times before by an uncle just shortly before the uncle moved to New York 
City, and that he'd been wanting a man's cock in his butt since." I told 
him.  Fred then said that the boy couldn't be his cousin then, because
none
of his uncles live there.  I worked at getting Fred's jeans loosened and 
pulled down to his ankles, and he stepped out of them, then I slipped a 
couple fingers under the waistband of his briefs and slowly lowered
them, 
first in the back a little, then in front, and the back a little more
until
they were just below his crotch, and then let them slid down his legs to
the
floor, and he stepped out of them.  I then gazed at his stiff erect
boyhood 
sticking straight out from his lower abdomen like a hornet's stinger,
and 
pulsating in anticipation. I looked up at him and said, "Fred, my
friend, 
that is one nice piece of boymeat you've got, looks almost good enough
to 
eat."
     He looked at me with an almost scared look in his face, and asked, 
"You ARE kidding me, right?"
     I said in a chuckling voice, "Of course, I wouldn't want to leave
you 
with nothing to piss through, or feel the fantastic senastions that come 
from getting your prick licked and sucked."
     A look of relief filled his face. I then took his three inch
boymeat 
between thumb, forefinger and middle finger and lightly stroked it from
tip
to base and back again, while gently massaging his little boy-nuts with
my 
free hand, and a moan of pleasure virberated though his young body that
I 
could feel in his lower abdomen. I said, "If that feels good, then this
will
feel even better." and I immediately took his whole prick and his nuts
in my
mouth together, and worked my tongue all over the tip of his prick, 
especially the opening that he pisses through, and then wiggled his nuts 
around with my tongue, then back to the tip of his prick.  This caused
his 
body to stiffen and quivver, and he let out an "OOooooooo, that feels
great,
like tiny pins prickling me all over down there."  With that, I moved my 
hands to cup his buns in them and massage and kead them, and lightly
slid 
my fingers up and down the crack of his butt, and gently glide across
the 
object of my desires, his virgin hole. I had also started working my
lips 
and tongue back and forth along the length of his prick shaft. Fred was 
shaking like a leaf in a stiff breeze.  I gently slipped a finger into
the 
boy's sweat slickened anus, up to the second knuckle and wiggled it
around 
and rotated it around in him, making him stiffen his body again, and
that 
anal muscle tightened around my finger. Momentarily, he relaxed again,
then
I slipped a second finger in to his anal orifice and worked it in as
deeply
as I could get it and the first finger, and found his prostate and
pressed 
and massaged it while sucking on his boymeat, which by this time was
super-
sensitive.  After a few more strokes of my lips on him, Fred stiffened
up 
and shook more convulsively than ever, then suddenly I felt some kind of 
liquid squirt onto my tongue, and then realized from the mild salty
taste, 
that he had cum in my mouth.  This shocked the hell out him. He asked, 
     "What the hell happened to me?!"
     "Buddy, you just came in my mouth!"  He had a look of confusion on
his
face as if he didn't know what cum was. I said, "In other words, you
just 
had an orgasm and ejaculated a little bit of sperm---semen."
     "Holy shit!  I've never done that before, even when I''ve jacked
off"! Fred exclaimed, truly thrilled with what he had done.
     "Well you have now, and at the skillful hands and mouth of a
Cherokee 
Indian. I guess you could call that "Injun-nuity."  and	we both bursted
out
laughing. "And I'll tell you something my young friend, I'm glad to have 
been the one to receive your first squirt of boycum." I anwered.
    "I'm glad you were the one too. I never thought it could anything
like 
that. It was really great."
     I asked him then, after a quick glance at my watch, "Would you be 
willing to let me butt fuck you like I mentioned earlier?  I promise
I'll 
be really gentle with you and work it in slow and easy....."
    "What time is it, and when is that other boy supposed to get here?"
he 
asked. I told him it was nearly 6:30, and he said, "Oh, crap! I gotta
get 
home before I get in a world of trouble!" he exclaimed. Then he asked
"When 
will you have to leave tomorrow?"
     "Well, I make my actually delivery at 7:00 am, it should take
around 
an hour to unload the stuff in the trailer, then after that, I'll call
my 
dispatcher and let him know that I'm empty, and see what kinda load I'm
to 
go after. I'll probably see about getting some breafast after that. I
figure
I'll probably pull out around 9:30 or 10:00, unless I'm delayed by some 
PRESSING business." I said, with a grin to show that I meant like
pressing 
my cock into a virgin butthole. He understood what I meant. 
     "I can be here by 9:00, where will you be parked by that time?" he 
asked.
     "By that time, I should be right back around where we are now." I 
answered.
     "I hate to run out on you like this, but I didn't realize what time
it
when we came out to your truck. And that boy will be pretty soon. And I 
don't think that would work if we met up like that. He could mess things
up
for my acting career if he were to decide to tell."
     "Okay, I understand. You ARE going to be here tomorrow then,
right?"
     "Sure. I said I would be. I've never had that done to me before,
but 
seeing that sketch got my curiousity going. Look, I really gotta get
going"!
He said, as he finished arranging his jeans and shirt by this time.  I 
opened the door and let him out, and he took off in the opposite
direction 
from where the blond haired boy would be coming from.  I knew that,
because
I was sitting in the driver seat looking around as I watched for him,
and 
saw which way he arrived from.