Date: Sat, 26 Dec 2009 09:28:43 -0800
From: pm1954@hushmail.com
Subject: Junior Top Stud

George was a stud.  That was no problem.  He was really muscular and hung
for his age, and he knew what he wanted: to fuck men.  All fine.  The
problem was, George was nine years old.

He had been in gymnastics since he was four, and had added weights to his
regimen last year.  The result was a body that rippled and bulged in a way
that would have had men and women lined-up, were it not for his age.

His cock was already a fat four inches, despite being far from puberty yet,
and his balls were nice and plump too.  What's more, he was handsome, with
a cocky air.

All that added up to a package that made adults uncomfortable around him,
though they couldn't have said why.  The truth was, George turned them on,
but they couldn't admit that to themselves.

Oh, George had his admirers among the boys his age.  The boys who would be
sucking cock in a few years time gravitated toward him, though they didn't
know what they wanted to do with him exactly.  Other boys were intimidated
by him.

But George didn't care about boys.  It was men he wanted.  High school age
and up.  When he saw those jeans packed with full, round buns, he boned-up
instantly, and it was all he could do to keep from putting the moves on
them.

His frustration was terrible.  He knew how to beat off of course, but he
didn't shoot yet, and so his orgasms only gave him momentary relief.  He
needed to fuck, and to fuck a lot, every day.  He needed a man to fuck, and
he was going to find one.

The Orifice was the only gay bar in George's small town.  Everyone knew
about it.  It opened onto a narrow side street with little traffic, and
George turned onto it late Friday night.  His mother was long since asleep,
and had no idea her son was wandering the streets at night.

George was dressed to seduce.  He wore an old dress shirt that he had torn
the sleeves off of so his big guns were on display.  He unbuttoned it to
his navel, so his pecs and abs showed.  A pair of skin tight blue jean
cut-offs showed his legs and package to advantaqe.  A blue baseball cap sat
sideways on his head.

He looked hot.  He knew it.


Standing across the street from the bar, George struck a pose he considered
sexy and leaned against the wall, watching the door as various men went in
and out.  Most were of no interest to George: too old, too feminine,
whatever.  But then he saw his mark.  A curly-haired blond, maybe 21,
dimples, nice body, and an ass to die for.  He came out of the bar and lit
a cigarette, slouching against the wall.

George ambled across the street, as the blond eyed him.  He approached the
beauty.


"Hey sexy" he said, sweepeing his eyes up and down the young man's frame.


"Hey yourself.  If I'm being rude I'm sorry, but are you a dwarf?"


George bristled.


"Do I look like a fuckin' dwarf?"

"Don't get excited.  I just mean, you look too young to have a body like
that."


"I hear that a lot.  I work at it.  Like to see more?"


George flexed his bicep and the blond reached out and stroked the hard ball
of flesh.


"Jeez.  How old are you, anyway?"


"Old enough to give you what you need, beautiful.  I'm George."


"Mickey."


They shook hands and George moved beside the bemused man, rubbing his hand
up and down Mickey's ass.


"You seem to know what you're doing all right.  But I don't want to get
into trouble."


"I'm not gonna call a cop; are you?"


"No..."


"Well then; let's go to your place, Mickey."


Mickey found himself walking home with the confident boy beside him.
George had his hand in Mickey's back pocket, like a guy making sure
everyone knew who his date was.  Mickey was more than a little drunk, but
there was something about this kid that had him excited.


At Mickey's apartment, George pushed him down into a chair and planted a
deep kiss on him, reaching into Mickey's shirt to feel his chest.


"Nice tits, babe.  Check out mine."


George removed his shirt and bounced his pecs.  Then he flexed his biceps.


"Whoa..." said Mickey.  "You're unreal."


"Oh I'm real all right. Get naked for me."


Mickey stood and quickly stripped.  George moved behind him and slapped his
ass.


"Fuck yeah, that ass is sweet.  I'm gonna tap that."


George pushed Mickey down onto the couch and buried his face between his
buns, lapping at the sweaty furrow like a starving man.


"Oh man...that's so good...eat my pussy, baby..." Mickey moaned.  He heard
a zipper and the sound of George's shorts hitting the floor.  George pulled
Mickey's hips up into a doggy position and Mickey felt the head of George's
cock pushing at his entrance.  With only spit for lube, the hard boy-pole
pushed in. There was no pain, just pleasure, as it opened his hole up just
enough, and reached jabbed at his prostate.


"Hell yeah!" shouted George, and started to ram into Mickey's tight butt
over and over.


"Oh god...fuck me, George...fuck me hard...so good..." sighed Mickey.  And
it was good.


After a few minutes, George turned Mickey over into a missionary position
and continued fucking.  Mickey looked at the amazing body glistening with
sweat.  There wasn't a hair anywhere, and without the cap, he could really
see just how young George looked in the face.


"How old are you, George?"

George grinned triumphantly.


"Nine fuckin' years old, bitch!"


He brought his arms down into a crunch and veins popped out all over him as
his orgasm hit.  Mickey felt the boy's hard-on spasming against his
joy-button, and his own release came as well, his cock shooting thick cream
all over George's torso.


Five minutes later, Mickey was licking all the cum and sweat from a
relaxing George's body.  George lay with his hands behind his head, the
picture of a satisfied alpha male.

"How are you possible, George?  You're a miracle" sighed Mickey.  "I've
just been given the best fuck ever by a nine year old kid!"


"Yeah, I'm a stud all right" George allowed.  Mickey looked at him
worshipfully.


"George...I know it's crazy, but...I think I'm in love with you."  George
rolled his eyes.


"Well, duh.  You're my bitch now.  You'd better fuckin' love me."


"But how will this work?  When will I see you?"


"Don't worry, babe.  I'll be here every night around midnight to give you
your fuck.  But I gotta get back home soon, so give me a blow job for the
road."


Mickey wrapped his lips around his dominant young lover's rod gratefully.