Date: Tue, 25 Mar 2014 17:18:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Goodson Formom <goodsonformom@ymail.com>
Subject: I Was A Boy....(Chapter 4)

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This story is entirely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual
interactions between a preteen boy and adult male. The author does not
condone or promote sexual activity with underage individuals or
children. All similarities with any human alive or dead is pure
coincidence, as this is a work of fiction

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I Was A Boy....Questions......

"He laid over me like that for a moment, looking at me and pondering
something. I hoped he would want me to come back. I wanted him to want
me. I felt his cock stirring between my thighs, pressing against my balls
. He was such a tease and knew exactly how to push me, guide me, bring to
that point where I would do anything, anything to please him. It scared
me."

He looked at me for a bit and kissed my forehead. He smiled and said,
"You're very special......I knew that when I saw you laying asleep on the
picnic table.....but I never expected you would be so.........," and he
stopped in mid sentence, grinning. "What.....never expected me to be so
....what?" I asked.

He looked at me, pondering his words. "I knew by the way you were
laying......so open and honest....your naked cock peeking out.....no
underwear holding it in.....such a delicious outfit.....and so sexy," he
said with another grin. "As an older gay male.....I have always loved
younger males.....ones that appear to be younger.....younger than they
really are.....you have so much to offer....I'm not sure you can understand
that concept yet." I nodded. I could feel his cock hardening, pushing into
my balls, if I lifted them he would be pressing against my boy hole. I was
nervous, but a part of me wanted it there. The more he moved it back and
forth, the more I wanted to feel it press into me..

"Can I ask you some questions?" he asked in a more serious way. I
nodded. "Why did you come with me?" He asked. I hesitated for a minute, and
said, "I wanted to feel good......I knew you wanted sex with me," I
replied. I could feel myself blushing. I also loved the way his cock
continued to press against me. I reached down and adjusted my balls, his
cock was now pressing against my boy hole. He pushed forward a bit and his
hard cock slid under my butt, slipping into the length of my crack, it felt
incredible.  My cock was hard again and his belly was pressing down on
it. "And you wanted sex with an older man....why? he asked, continuing his
inquiry. I shrugged my shoulders and looked down at how our torsos were
pressing against each other. I couldn't see his cock, but the way it
pressed into my butt crack, knowing his pre-cum was oozing and making my
crack wet and even more intimate, making me wonder how it would feel if he
slipped into my tight boy hole. "That feels so good.....your cock
there......it's making me so horny knowing it's there...so close and I
don't know", I gasped. "And you want me to what?.....look at me." he became
demanding and I liked that too. I was confused. I shrugged my shoulders and
looked down, not knowing how to say, how I felt. He put his finger under my
chin and lifted my head. "Do you know what you want?.......I mean you
walked in the restroom to pee...and found me.....what did you think?" he
then sat and waited for my response. "I didn't know that restroom was
there.....I had to go really bad....and then you were there and you showed
me your cock.....and I love sex.....I love the feelings I get.....When you
asked if I wanted to go with you..............I wanted too." he looked at
me and asked, "and how do you feel now?" I smiled, I smiled and laughed,
"right now I feel really horny....I love the way your cock feels filling my
ass crack.....I love the feelings in my cock and I want to cum again so
bad....really bad.....I need to cum and I want you to be the one who tells
me to cum."

He looked at me as he seemed to ponder what I just said. "And how did you
know to say that, to want me to have that control over you?" he asked me
with a questioning look before he went on, "You're a complicated little
one......you know far more than you're letting on.....tell me more or I
won't let you cum......at all." He looked at me and raised his eyebrows. I
didn't know what to say. "Well.......I said before I had experiences." I
told him. "Yes.....You did....will you tell me about some of that?" he
asked.

I loved how this older guy was treating me. I had not shared much with him
about my past. But, he seemed to know that I had been with a few men
before. He kept saying I was his little cock whore and I sucked his cock in
a special way. He knew he wasn't my first.

I was worried about my mom. She would be calling home and expecting me to
be there. I was usually home by dinner time, unless I called and told her I
was staying over at a friends house. She would be wondering. She knew me
well and always feared the worst. She knew how I could be persuaded quite
easily to do something impulsive, sexually.

"You're so quiet......whats on your mind," He asked. "I'm worried about my
mom.....she'll be wondering about me," I replied. My "Daddy" pulled back
with a worried look on his face. I know he was concerned that my mom might
cause him some issues. "I think I just need to call her, then she'll be
cool.....really......but I have to ask you something." He looked at me
still concerned. "What do you need me to do?," he asked. "What's you
name.......she's gonna ask me.......and I have to say something?"

He looked at me for a long moment. "I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that
right now......I mean there issues here......and I don't know." I looked at
him and sat up. "I know where you live......it's not like you kidnapped
me.......I came with you in my own free will." He nodded. "I wanted
this.....I wanted to have sex with you......it's not the first time I've
done this you know." He looked at me and bit his lip. "My name's
Ben.....that's enough for now.....okay." I shook my head.

He gave me the phone and I could feel my hand shaking slightly. I knew her
questions and that I couldn't lie to her. I was hoping she wouldn't answer,
but she picked up. "Hi....mom." I listened to her telling me she was
looking for me and was wondering if I was still at the park in the
woods. "No.....I'm not....I'm at Ben's house." Of course she asked me who
Ben was. "He's a guy I met......yeah I met him at the park......do I have
to tell you exactly where I met him mom?" I knew she would ask, I knew she
knew I was standing naked in Ben's house and he was playing with her little
boy. " I am mom, yes mom I'm naked and I want to stay for a while.....can
I?.......No he has not hurt me.....he's a nice man." She was concerned, but
she knew me and how I was. She let it go, for now. We hung up.

"What was that all about G?... Ben asked. "It's a long story," i said. Ben
looked at me and said, "tell me."

So I began. " I was always very sexual. I was raised to be open and to
explore my sexuality if I wanted. My mom...............and I have a
........very close relationship. That's as far as I wanna go with that
right now if it's okay." Ben nodded. "She caught me with my best friend a
few years ago. We were camping outside and she came out to check on
us. We're laying on our sides sicking each others cocks. She was upset and
made us come in and she didn't even let us get dressed." I looked to see
his reaction, which was not shocked, so I continued. " She told us it was
stupid to be doing that outside where we could be seen........and then
after a few long moments she said if we wanted to explore.....touch each
other......or more we could sleep in my bed......naked if we wanted." Now
he was shocked. "Your mother allowed you to have sex with your friend, in
her house, when she was home?" I nodded, "Yes.....it's a long
story......but there's more I wanna tell you.....so you relax....and won't
worry."

Ben asked a number of questions and I tried to tell him the things I need
to tell him, things wanted to tell him about me. Finally he wouldn't stop
so I reached over and took his flaccid cock in my hands and began fondling
it. I felt it swell, I felt the pulsing and so did he as he moaned, pulling
me closer. "Daddy......do you want your little cock whore to suck your
cock?"

I knew it would make him stop asking and talking. Daddy grabbed my head and
held it tight as I took his cock. "So you want to suck Daddy's
cock......you sly little cock whore......how many cocks have you sucked?" I
was choking and he knew he stepped over the line, as he let go. "I was
trying to explain before you went crazy on me," I said. He sat back and
nodded to continue. I was sitting cross legged, Indian style in front of
him. I hated being abused, or treated rough, but my cock was still very
hard and oozing cum again. We looked at each other as he leaned into me and
licked the tip, "Mmmmmm.......you taste so sweet......that boy juice is
intoxicating," he said as he licked again and again, before taking me in
his mouth. Then he looked up at me and asked me to continue.

"I have always had this thing about mature men......and women.....you
know.....a sexual thing." I looked at him and he looked at me like he had a
question, but I continued, "I used to sit on their laps and I would feel
how hard some of the men would be.....and their finger would rest on the
front of my pants....or sneak up the leg of my shorts.....caressing my
cock.....It would get hard.....so hard and I wanted to feel it when ever I
could. I never wanted it to end.....someone always interrupted.....then one
day I was in the back seat of my mom's car on a long trip....... sitting
next to my uncle. I stopped and he asked, "so your uncle was the one who's
lap you sat on?" I nodded yes. "Yes......he was......and I would run to him
too......I knew if I...did he would touch me." Ben asked, "Did your mom
know?" he asked with a long stare. I whispered, "Yes.....it was her
brother." There was silence for a bit. "How......why.......how did she
allow that?" He asked. "I told you she is very sexual and her and I have a
special relationship..........but that's for another time....not now." I
said firmly. "Okay. Sorry........go on....please."

"I was in the back seat with him and mom was driving.....it was late and
everyone thought I was sleeping.....the radio was on and I had my head in
his lap.....I could feel his hard cock.....It was pressing against my
cheek.....They were talking.....Mom said, "I bet you love sitting back
there.....don't lie...... remember who your talking to......I know you
better than you know you.....I bet you have your hand on his cock right
now." He didn't actually, but his finger was caressing my butt. His middle
finger was actually penetrating my tight boy hole. Ben was smiling. I
asked, "Why are you smiling?" He responded saying, "She was giving him
permission to molest you." I nodded, yes. "I would call it
sexualized......I was willing.....I wanted it"