IT'S GETTING GOOD  (5-7-94)
by Sean M.

     Things are really starting to heat up.  If I hadn't told you
before, my new apartment overlooks the swimming pool and I have a
great view of the guys laying out darkening their tans.  Today
was a great day for guy watching too. There are alot of college
guys living in this complex.  There are two in  particular that I
think may be gay... but only time will tell.  And I have plenty
of time.  There are also several families living here. Most of
them have kids ranging from infant to around 15 or 16 years old. 
I've seen three or four boys in their very early teens that are
absolutely gorgeous.  The boys today are looking so much better
than when I was in Jr. High.  And that really hasn't been that
long ago.

     One of the boys could easily pass for Joey Lawrence's
brother.  He's got the dark brown hair, complextion, and
something about his lips make him resemble him. They are all
Skateboarder-wanna-be's to the max... complete with the typical
grunge look.  I've watched them as they sit around the pool in
their baggy jeans and no shirts talking about God knows what and
occassionally reaching over to push or shove each other
playfully.  

     Today I'd gone downstairs and was checking my mailbox to see
if I'd gotten the first piece of mail addressed to me.  I sadly
didn't get any so I grabbed up the junk mail that was addressed
to the previous tennant and closed the door of my mailbox then
headed upstairs to finish unpacking (yes, I'm still getting
settled)before work.  I was wearing my favorite pair of sweat
shorts and had yet to put on a shirt today.  On my way up the
stairs, I passed two of the kids I'd seen before.  They were two
of the cutest ones I'd seen.  Maybe it was because they were the
first ones I'd seen up close.  As we met, I looked at them and
smiled then flashed them a subtle expression of sheer lust,
letting my eyes scan their bodies from head to toe.  Once we had
passed each other, I turned to see if they had asses.  When I
turned to look I noticed they both had stopped and were looking 
back at me.  Guys must be starting out at an earlier age 
nowadays.  I smiled even bigger and turned to go towards my door. 
As I entered my apartment, I looked back down the walk to see if
they were still looking.  I wanted them to know where I lived. I
vanished into my apartment after making one final eye contact
with black haired one. I slipped inside and closed the door.  A
few minutes later I saw them walk by my window and their heads
were turned towards my window.  I guess they were trying to get a
glimpse inside. 


Wednesday, May 11th, 1994

     Went into work early today.  I had to go in to see how the
credits were handled from the beer and snack jobbers.  I got off
around 5:30 and headed home.  When I got home, one of the two
Grunge kids I saw last week was sitting at the top of the steps. 
I politely asked, "Whassup dude", and headed for my door.  I
hadn't been home 20 minutes before I heard a knock at the door. 
I was thinking it was Dale since he had told me last Monday that
he'd be coming by on Wednesday.  I had been changing clothes and
was wearing a pair of jeans and had my teeshirt in my hand as I
walked towards the door.  I looked through the peephole and
couldn't see anyone so I opened the door and stuck my head out
anyway.  I saw the backside of the boy on the steps walking away.

     "Hey!!! You need something?"  I yelled down the walk.      
The kid turned around in surprise and shook his head, "no".       
 "Did you just knock on my door?"  I asked.

     The boy got this confused look on his face as he nodded his
head up and down.  

     "Well, what did you need?"  I asked.

     "Nothin'" he said as he turned to walk away.

     "Come 'ere". I shouted, in the most welcoming manner
possible. 

     He stopped and began walking towards me.  I was going to put
my shirt back on but wanted to see if I could catch this
questionnable kid looking me over.  I've been told that I have a
good chest and wanted to see if this kid thought so too.  As the
kid approached my door, I stepped back and waited for him to
approach the entrance.  He finally appeared and stood nervously
playing with his braided leather belt around his baggies.  "Come
on in and have a seat". I said. 

     He walked in and made himself comfortable on my couch.  We
did some extremely bad small talk at first.  Shit, I didn't know
what to talk about to this kid.  Then soon afterwards, we
loosened up enough to talk about his friends and his name.  He
said his name was Kris and he was in the eighth grade.  His loved
Nine Inch Nails and his favorite color was of course, black.  I
guess these subjects are the only important ones when you're in
the eighth grade.   He asked me a series of questions including, 
"Do you have a girlfriend?"  I said, "no, do you?"  He replied,
"yes", and I boldly asked him if he and his girlfriend ever mess
around.  He told me they did but she wouldn't give him a blowjob. 

     "That's too bad", I said, really wanting to say, "well drop
your pants and I'll show you what it feels like".  Instead, I
said, "You don't know what you're missing".  This was probably
the best thing to say at this point.  I then changed the subject
and began talking about partying.  I asked him if he ever drank
or partied.  He said, "I've had beer before but my parents don't
drink and it's hard to get any".  I began thinking ahead and
said, "I may be having a party next weekend, you'll be able to
drink there just as long as you don't tell your folks where you
got drunk, if they were to find out".  He agreed and asked what 
time to arrive. I told him to come by around 9 or 9:30.  He went
on to tell me that he couldn't be out past 10.  I said that the
beer wouldn't be there until around 10.  He said he could
probably sneak out after his parents went to bed and they usually
go to bed around 9.   They both work for some Chip vendor and
have to get up at the crack of dawn to go to work.  I realized
then that I knew them.  I knew one of the vendors that service my
store lived in my apartment complex.  It had to be his parents. I
told him to do his best to get here and to work out a plan.       

     I had no plans for a party so soon.  Drake was going to be
out of town and I had roughly three days to find some beer.       
  
Thursday, May 12th, 1994     
     I gave Drake some money for a 12 pack of Miller Lite.  He
picked it up on his way home from work.  He walked in and sat it
in the refrigerator and laid my change down on the kitchen
counter.  
     
     "I got yer beer".  Drake yelled, as he walked towards his
room. 
     
     He was starting to pack for his weekend trip with his
parents.  "So... what do you need the beer for?"  He asked.       
"I may wanna get drunk this weekend".

     "By yourself?"  He asked.

     "If it takes that...yeah".  I replied.  I didn't want to
tell him that I was hoping for the kid downstairs to come by
because I didn't want to risk Drake backing out of the trip with
his parents and fouling up my plan.  This kid was nervous enough
just talking... much less doing anything.  And I knew it would be
even worse if there was someone else in the room.  

     I began to think.  I have no proof that this kid could be
had.  We never talked about sex (in real detail), and the only
thing I had to go on was the fact that he'd knocked on my door
for no apparent reason... which seemed a little odd in the first
place.  
     Drake had packed and would be leaving around 6pm.  I had
about two hours to go before I would have the place to myself. 
Don't get me wrong, so far I'm enjoying having a roommate.  I
just didn't think I'd have one so soon.  Drake wasn't supposed to
move in until June and I was looking forward to having a month to
myself.  Now I was having to settle for just a weekend.  It's
neat to be able to see Drake roam around the place in the nude as
he makes his way from the shower to his room.  He could care less
that I see him naked.  Hell, we've had sex.  What else is there
to see?  

     I was sitting at the kitchen bar balancing my checkbook when
Drake walked up behind me.  He wrapped his arms around my waist
and began to fondle my tits and abs.  His hands sneaked their way
under my shirt and I began to get a boner.  When I reached back
to grab his dick through his jeans, I discovered he wasn't
wearing pants.  I clutched his hard prick with my left hand and
put the pen in my right hand down.  I was soon rubbing his nuts
with my right hand as my left hand worked the length of his
shaft.  He was horny as hell and this contact was making me
horny.  

     "You don't understand", Drake said, breathlessly.  "I'll be
spending three whole days with my parents and wont even be able
to jack off.  You gotta help me".

     I spun around on the bar stool and faced him.  I slid my ass
off the padded leather seat and fell to my knees.  I engulfed the
swinging piece of flesh in my mouth and began sucking it as hard
as I could.  I didn't let it rest.  He was soon thrusting his
hips into my face that was now pinned against the bar.  My hands
were tightly holding the cheeks of his ass as his pelvic bones
ground deep into my face.  

     We soon found ourselves on the floor and had gotten in a
sixty nine.  He was tugging away at my button flys and recklessly
trying to get my dick out of their confines.  As he pulled my
meat through my underwear opening, it scraped across the zipper
creating an almost unbearable pain.  I didn't make a noise. 
Instead I frantically slid my jeans down to my knees without
missing a thrust.  After several minutes of us bobbing up and
down, Drake fell back on his back and started jacking off.  I
slid the remainder of my jeans off on to the floor.  My underwear
came off and landed on the kitchen counter.  I knelt above his
face and jacked off.  I'd gotten so horny from thinking about the
kid, when Drake began to come onto me, I couldn't help it.  I
supported my weight on my left hand above Drake's head and
pounded my shaft with my right.  I was close. Very close.  When I
felt my nuts start to erupt, I pointed my dick at Drake's face. 
I began unloading globs and globs of my white milky jizz, pouring
it onto Drake's lips, nose, eyes, and forehead.  His eyes closed
tightly to avoid my seed from getting into his eyes and parted
his lips slightly to taste my cum.  As my climax came to an end,
I watched as trickles of my seed seeped into his mouth.  As he
began arching his back, his tongue appeared and began scraping
strands of my spooge into his mouth.  I quickly moved up to where
my dick was dripping it's remnants into Drake's mouth.  He leaned
up and began sucking my tired dick, draining it to the last drop. 
His hot mouth felt very relaxing to my aching dick.  
     
     I felt the first jolt of splattering cum hit me in the ass. 
Then it hit my back and shoulders.  He came with a vengance.      

   Afterwards, we showered together and he grabbed his duffle bag
and left with his parents.  I told myself I wasn't going to do
anything with Drake after he moved in.  Once again, my dick did
the descision making here.  

     Tonight I sat around watching television.  Throughout the
evening, I'd occasionally go outside to see if I could see any
signs of Kris.  No luck.  I am beginning to doubt if he'll show
tomorrow night.  Only time will tell.


Friday, May 13th, 1994
     I got off work tonight and quickly made it home to unwind
and prepare for the evening's events.  I wasn't sure if anything
was going to happen but I'd kept a positive outlook on the whole
situation.  Time was quickly going by and it was soon 10:30.  It
was almost too late for Kris to possibly come by.  

     Around midnight, I heard a knock at my door.  I had been
drifting off and on to sleep on the couch and was pretty sure
he'd run into a snag.  I slowly got up and walked to the door,
expecting the worst. 

     I hesitantly opened the door and there he was.  He was
standing there, wearing a pair of worn out jeans and an old
Newport cigarrette tank top.  His scrawny shoulders looked very
firm in the lighting that surrounded him.  

     "Hey, man, what's up?"  I asked.  I slid my hand underneath
my shirt scratching my chest.  I liked doing this to see Kris
sneak a nervous glance at my bare stomach. 

     "Not much, dude", he replied.

     "Where've you been?"  I questioned.

     "Shit, my folks stayed up a little later than normal.  I had
to wait for awhile before I left.  Had to make sure they were
both sound asleep". 

     "That's cool, come on in.  You wanna beer?"  I invited.      
"Yeah, can I?  Where is everybody?"

     I looked him straight in the eye and lied, "They went to a
pool party at this guy's house".  He bought it.

     I opened a beer and handed it to him as we sat down on the
couch and began talking about all kinds of shit.

     The conversations went on and on in their pointless
directions.  We talked about music, dogs, school and lastly, sex.

     The topic of sex included discussions of girlfriends,
parents, and best of all, self gratification.

     By the time we'd hit this subject, he was half way through
his third beer and was buzzing big time.  I could tell he was
relaxing and becoming more at ease with me...less of a stranger 
than thirty minutes before.  He started offering information 
that he normally would've kept to himself.

     "I beat off all the time". He said.

     "Do you use magazines or videos?"  I asked, hoping he'd say
he'd never seen an X-rated video.  I had both gay and straight
tapes and was prepared for either.

     He kicked his feet up onto the sofa, resting his feet
against my left leg.  "Neither, I usually think about me fucking
this girl at school".

     "What's her name?  I asked.

     "Well, she's Korean.  Her name is Ann... and I'd fuck the
hell out of her if she knew I was alive".

     "Girls are bitches.  Always were.  Always will be". I said,
trying to stare as deep inside his soul as possible.

     He began to smile and then agreed with me.

     There was a long silence that seemed to go on forever.       
I broke the dead silence by saying, "I jack off to videos.  Wanna
watch one?"  I had this terrible feeling that he was going to
take off out the door.  Shit, I was just as confused as he was. 
     "No shit?"  He replied.

     "Yeah, I have several videos if you wanna see one".

     "Cool.  The only one I've ever seen was one that my dad
recorded off Showtime...You ever seen Emmanuelle?" 

     I laughed to myself and got up to get some of the videos. 
If he thought Emmanuelle was hot... then he was in for a huge
surprise.  I walked into my room and grabbed up a couple of
tapes.  One gay...one straight.  

     I walked back into the living room and shoved the straight
tape into the VCR.  I rewound it to the beginning.  It wasn't the
best video in the world but it would do.  The video has no plot. 
Just, get naked...do some bad acting...and fuck.  Pretty much 
cu(N)t and dried.  Some of the scenes would probably kill him.  
I couldn't wait to see his reaction.  I fast forwarded the video 
to one of the better scenes.  One where this blond girl was being 
fucked by three relatively younger looking guys.

     As the scene began, I looked over at Kris to see his
reaction.  His mouth was hung wide open and he was breathing 
heavily giving an occasional, "Oh Shit", under his breath.  He
was staring at the screen.  I took the opportunity to look down
at his  crotch to see if there was any life.  There was.  I could
see his  dick moving around the inside of his old tattered blue
jeans.  It  looked like he might have a nice sized dick but it
was difficult  to tell through the loose fitting jeans.  After a
few minutes, I  began watching the video.  My dick was already
hard from watching  the movement in his pants so I was ready to
go any second.  I  glanced back down at his crotch and his dick
was piercing the  fabric near his pocket.  This kid had better
jack off or suffer  the worst case of blue balls ever.

     Trying to ease the tension, I said, "Hey man, we're just
guys here.  I'm gonna take care of my business if it's alright
with you.  You can too if you want". I began fumbling with the
buttons of my pants. 

     As I got down to where my underwear was showing, I paused to
see where he was.  His left hand was in his pocket massaging his 
stiff prick.  I knew I was going to have to start things off, so 
I finished undoing my buttons, raised my hips off the couch and
slid my jeans down to my knees.  I was now sitting on the sofa in
my underwear with Kris.  Over the many times of viewing this
video, I'd pretty much gotten familiar with which scene came
next.  The girl was about to take turns sucking two of the guys
off.  I was prepared to bring up the subject of blow jobs when
the scene approached.  I was actually shaking in anticipation. 
I'd cut my eyes over at him and could see him sneaking a peek at
my crotch.

     I took this as a good sign so I kept up the private show.   
     When the girl in the video began sucking the two dicks, Kris
managed to unsnap the first button of his jeans.  The second
button came undone within the next few minutes.  He was on his
way and I was anxious as shit.  
     
     "You ever had a blow job?"  I boldly asked.

     "Nuh unn", he said, shaking his head back and forth, never
taking his eyes off the television.

     By now I was ready for things to get going.  I slid my
underwear off and pushed them into my jeans, now around my
ankles.  I slowly began stroking my dick up and down, making sure
I paused at the base to make my dick look longer and harder than
it really was.  I glanced over at him and noticed him darting his
eyes back to the T.V. from my dick.  Hook...line...and sinker. 
He WAS interested.  

     I picked up his beer off the floor and checked the weight of
it.  It was empty.  I pushed myself off the sofa and walked
naked, except for my shirt, into the kitchen to get him another 
beer.  When I returned, he was in the same position.  He HAD 
undone two more buttons on his jeans and, from the looks of it,
was still incredibly hard.  I handed him the opened beer and he
graciously accepted it and chugged it down as if he were in a
race.

     I sat back down beside him.  This time, a little closer.  I
could smell his sweet boy scent flowing off his cute little body.
His right hand was resting on the elastic band of his slightly
visible underwear.

     I slowly started jacking off again.  This time I stroked a 
little faster, as if I was trying to cum.

     Kris followed suit and slowly pushed his jeans down around
his knees.  It looked like he wore 6X underwear.  His briefs were
tiny as hell.  I stared at the pointy rod of meat beneath the
soft white fabric of his undies.

     I began jacking off with my left hand as my right hand
rested silently on the sofa cushion between us... waiting for the
chance to flee to his rescue.  My eyes shifted back and forth
from the T.V. to him, checking out his progress.  His hand had
disappeared into his underwear and was moving back and forth
inside the innocent white cotton briefs.   I glanced up at the
clock.  It was now 2am and I was tired of playing games.    
     "Let's go".  I said, increasing the speed of my dick
strokes with my left hand.

     He obliged, and lifted his ass off the sofa cushion, sliding
his underwear down to his thighs.  The first sight of his dick
was almost unbearable.  It was beautiful.  Long and skinny with a
drastic curve upwards.  His right fist found his twisting boy
dick and began pounding it up and down.  My right hand boldly
moved towards him and landed on his inner thigh, waiting for the
right time to grab hold of his little scrotum.  Me touching his
leg didn't seem to bother him.  In fact, I think it hightened his
emotions.  His legs spread in an attempt to let me get further
between his thighs.  I began rubbing the sweet meat of his inner
thigh, slowly getting closer and closer to his balls.

     CONTACT!!!  I clutched his sack and pulled down on it until
his dick was stretched taught.  I watched carefully as his left
hand crept over near my leg.  He wanted a feel too.

     The scene in the video was over and the next one had
started.  It wasn't as good as the previous one, so I looked down
at our situation and said, "Hold that thought" and got up and
walked over to the VCR to changed tapes.  As you may have
guessed, I put in the Gay tape.  It was one with various scenes
of guys giving blow jobs and the occasional ass fucking.  I was
completely naked in front of Kris.  This had to have sparked his
nads. I mean, sitting in a room with a naked guy parading around
in front of you.  I headed back to the couch and sat back down
next to him even closer than I had been before.  The tape had
started and luckily, the scene that was playing was a blowjob
scene.  Perfect.  

     We watched this young guy going down on another guy's cock
for several minutes and I eventually took the initiative to reach
up and fondle Kris's hard dick.  It was smooth to the touch and I
felt his innocence fly out the window.  He was pumping my fist
and seemed to enjoy it.  When his rhythm started to reach the
highest speed, I boldly leaned over and placed my mouth down the
length of his shaft.  What did I have to lose?  He was in my
apartment... drinking my beer and naked from the waist down.  He
wanted it. 

     I bobbed up and down on his long curvey dick and gave him
the best blow job I'd ever given.  I could hear slight high
pitched moans coming out of his mouth as I slurped the life out
of him.  I must have been doing him right 'cause I felt him put
his hands on the back of my head.  He began guiding his pole in
and out of my mouth, rocking his crotch up into my mouth.    
     "Uh Oh, Sean. Look out!! I'm gonna sling".  Kris said in a 
breathless groan.

     I've heard all of the sayings, but "I'm gonna sling" was new
to me.

     I take it that "sling" means cum because he began pouring
his tasty boy cum for days.  I hungrily ingested as much as I
could from his long twisty cock before I raised up and let the
remainder shoot onto his belly.  He shot forever.  Load after
load...almost endlessly.

     I frantically shook my pole up and down in a violent rage
while sucking up the puddles of cum that had spilled onto his
soft smooth stomach.  It took about ten seconds before "I" was
"Slinging" seed all over the place.

     We both sat back and regained our composure.  I turned my
head to look at him and he was staring at me with a faint smile. 

     I walked into the kitchen and got a paper towel for Kris and
I to clean up our messes.

     "That was too cool".  Kris said, looking into my eyes.       
"Yeah, buddy.  Gotta do that again sometime", I replied.       
"Okay.  What about tomorrow?"   Kris said, as he scraped his
thumb against his tight belly to round up a pool of cum that was
getting away from him.

     "Yeah, but I've gotta work.  I have to go in at 6pm and
won't get home till around 2 or 3 in the morning".

     "I can sneak out".  Kris said, acting a little anxious to do
this again.

     "Well just watch for me.  I'll try to come up the stairs
near your place when I get home.   So keep an eye out for me".   
     "Okay.  I need to go.  Don't want to get caught sneaking out
and fuck up my chances of sneaking out tomorrow night".  Kris
said, wiping his stomach off with the paper towel.

     Kris fastened his pants and walked towards the door.  Within
seconds, he was gone.  Kinda like a long draw out version of
Wham, Bam, thank you ma'am.

     I went to sleep after taking care of myself again.  I had no
problem getting off a second time.  Kris was too fucking cute and
had a boyish body of death.  I WILL have him again...and again
and again.  If only Drake wasn't going to be around.  I could 
have him throughout the day.  In fact, Kris will be out of school
in a week or two and since Drake works days and I work
nights....there will be plenty of time to do what I want with
him.