From: an151170@anon.penet.fi (...Mercury....)
Reply-To: an151170@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sun, 11 Jun 1995 14:25:37 UTC
Subject: Lawn Boy (M/m) 1/3

Warning though this story does contain a pre-pubescent male having sexual
contact with an adult male, it is still fiction and therefore not reality.
Any reference, implied or otherwise is not intended and is therfore
unintentional.


LAWN BOY
by Gamin Paramour

The door chimes still echoed in the entrance foyer as I pulled the big oak 
door open with some difficulty, due to the tight weatherstripping I was
always meaning to replace.  The mid-afternoon sun made me squint as it hit 
me in the face, accustomed as I was to the relatively dim glow of the 
computer screen I had been slaving over most of the day.  I was expecting 
some salesperson, or perhaps the UPS man bearing yet another item my wife 
had purchased over the phone, but instead found a pleasant surprise.

It was Joey, one of the two youngsters who had been cutting my lawn once a
week for a couple of months.  I had never seen him without his partner before,
and I stuck my head out the door and looked both ways fully expecting to find 
the ubiquitous Patrick lurking just out of sight.  Joey was alone, though, 
and stood there smiling sheepishly and saying nothing.  It occurred to me 
then that the boys had cut the lawn only two days before, leaving me to 
wonder what good  fortune had sent young Joey my way this day.

If one of them were absent I much preferred it be Patrick.  There was
something I didn't quite like about that boy, though he had never been any-
thing but polite to me and he did just as fine a job on the lawn as his 
partner.  I think it was simply that I found Joey so much more attractive 
than Patrick, both physically and psychically.  Patrick had an off-putting 
aura, but Joey's vibes were sheer joy. 

Though they were apparently "best friends", and probably in the same grade
and the same age, Joey appeared noticeably younger than Patrick.  This, I'm
sure, accounted for a large part of my preference for him.  They were 
probably 13, but while Patrick could easily pass for 15, Joey could have been 
barely 12 to look at him.  He was dressed in his usual manner; long, oversized 
T-shirt with the name of some obscure rock band emblazoned across it, baggy 
blue jeans cut off just above the knees, short white socks and ratty high-
top basketball shoes.  He was slim almost to the point of skinny, his short 
brown hair nearly blond after a June spent practically full-time in the sun.  
His brown eyes were dark as ever, though, and his brow and his upturned nose 
wrinkled a bit as he, too, squinted in the bright sun.  He was gorgeous.

"Hi," I offered, when his silence threatened to become uncomfortable.

"Hi," he replied, and looked down at his shoes.  I followed his gaze
downward, wondering if he was trying to indicate something on the ground, 
but there was nothing there.  As always, I took the opportunity to take in 
the sight of his lovely, smooth, tanned calves.  Joey had exceptional legs, 
and I had even been known to gaze at them through binoculars from an upstairs 
window as he and Patrick marched back and forth behind their mowers, his legs 
and arms being the only flesh he had ever revealed.  I had checked out 
Patrick's, too, but he was much too far gone to puberty to interest me.  Now 
I forced myself to look back at Joey's face, having paused much too long 
already on his hairless gams.

"Um," he began hesitantly, "can I talk to you a minute?"  His voice was high
and soft.

"Yeah, sure," I said, holding the storm door open wide.  "Come on in."

He hesitated just a second, then brushed past me into the cool house.  I
could smell his hair as he passed, fresh and slightly soapy as if he had 
recently showered.  He smelled wonderful.  I hoped he was not there to tell 
me he couldn't do the lawn anymore.  I had begun looking forward to Joey's 
weekly visits, though we had never exchanged more than about 50 words in 
any one conversation, and even that had been while negotiating payment for 
the boys' lawn services.  Since then it was pretty much, "Hi, Hi, Want us 
to do your lawn today?, Sure. OK, Thanks."  And it was usually Patrick who 
said that much.

Joey stood in the middle of the family room, smiling but looking uncertain.
I invited him to sit on the sofa, and finagled to sit next to him, but not 
too close.  He sat on the front edge of the seat, his forearms on his knees, 
looking like a sprinter in the blocks preparing for a fast takeoff.  The boy
was clearly nervous and excited.

"Is anybody else home?" he suddenly blurted.  

"No, we're alone.  Why"

Joey licked his lips and brushed his hair back off of his forehead.  It was
an adorable gesture.  

"Well, I've kinda noticed that you sort of look at me funny sometimes..."

Oh God, I thought.  He's noticed my interest in his body.  I glanced out the
window, half expecting to see police cars.

"...and I even saw you looking at me with binoculars last time we cut the 
lawn."

He didn't seem angry, I suddenly noticed.  If anything, he seemed
embarrassed, and in fact he smiled sheepishly at me.   "Does it make you 
uncomfortable when I look at you, Joey?" I asked, making a point of holding 
his eye contact.  

He looked down again, fidgeting with his fingers in his lap.  "No, I guess
not.  It's the same way my Uncle Jerry looks at me."

Ah...so that's the deal.  "And you like it when Uncle Jerry looks at you,
don't you, Joey?"  I used my friendliest and most reassuring tone of voice.

Joey looked me in the eye of his own volition for the first time, a look of 
mutual understanding passing between us.  I could see the longing in his
bright brown eyes, as he reached out for someone to be honest with.  "Yeah, 
I guess I do." he said, smiling warmly this time instead of sheepishly.  "I 
like being with my Uncle."

I checked the mantle clock to be sure it was not too close to my wife's
arrival home from work.  It was only 2:30, and she rarely got home before six.
Joey was still smiling at me, and for the first time I saw his eyes travel 
over me the way mine had traversed his body so many times.  I leaned closer 
to Joey, and after the slightest hesitation he leaned closer to me.  I saw 
his eyes close just before our lips met.  The kiss was soft and tentative, 
a brief exploration.  His eyes fluttered open and gazed into mine expectantly, 
and when he saw the acceptance in my expression the tension immediately 
evaporated from his his small body, like an air mattress when you pull the 
plug. He smiled broadly and leaned in for another.  I wrapped my arms around 
his slender frame and kissed him deeply, marveling at the moist tenderness of 
his young lips.  He felt even slimmer than he looked, but still firm and 
robust.  He was wiry, not skinny, and reasonably well-muscled for a boy not 
yet into puberty.  It thrilled me to realize that I would soon know for sure 
the progress of Joey's maturation, since up to now I had only surmised from 
his lack of leg hair and high voice.  I had never yet even caught a glimpse 
of his underarm up the sleeve of his T-shirt, which was one of my favorite 
peeks while cruising young boys.  I find it a major turn-on, as a smooth, 
hairless armpit is an excellent indicator of a boy still immature enough 
for my interest.  It's true the underarm hair doesn't usually appear until 
somewhat after the pubic area, but actually I rather like a small amount of 
pubic hair, and in fact the taste of a barely-pubescent boy's first drops of 
cum is a delicacy in my book far surpassing caviar.  Once he begins to take 
on the rough and wizened look of the adolescent, though, he's not a boy 
anymore, and my interest fades faster than the smoke of July 4th.

I was surprised to feel Joey's small wet tongue push against my lips, but I 
eagerly allowed it entrance into my hungry mouth.  We frenched deeply, and I
pulled him closer to me such that his flat chest pressed against mine, then 
turned us so that he rolled on top of me.  His slight weight felt wonderful 
against my chest, and his warmth enveloped me.  Still kissing like new
lovers, I found his small, round butt and squeezed it with my two hands.  
He ground his hips against me in response, and I suddenly became aware of 
the small, bone-hard appendage pressing into my lower belly.  He pressed 
it into me with urgency, and I made a mental note to send old Uncle Jerry 
a thank-you note.  I rearranged him a bit so that I could press my own 
straining erection against his thigh.

After a few more minutes of this wrestling I could feel the wetness of my 
lubrication leaking into my underwear.  I decided it was time to raise the 
stakes.  I traced my hands up from his butt to his sides and began to raise 
his T-shirt.  A moan escaped him as he lifted slightly to allow the shirt to
pass his chest, then broke our kiss just long enough to pull the T-shirt off
over his head.  As he did so I saw those two perfectly hairless armpits in
all their glory, and I was suddenly very anxious to see the rest of his sweet
young body.  I rolled us onto our sides on the sofa and fumbled with the snap 
of his cutoffs.  It opened suddenly and between the pushing of my hands and 
the flailing of his legs the shorts were on the floor in a matter of seconds.  
I reached between his slender thighs and felt the outline of his impossibly
stiff young member through the bright white underpants.  It was small and hot, 
and I needed to see it immediately.  I broke the kiss and gently pushed him 
onto his back, sliding down until my knees were on the floor.  I slipped my 
fingers inside the elastic waistband and was about to reveal the object of my
frenzied lust when Joey's high voice stopped me.

"You won't make me do anything I don't want to do, will you?"

Though I sincerely doubted I could think of anything this boy wouldn't want
to do, I smiled and reassured him.  "No, Joey, of course not.  If there's
anything you don't like you just tell me and I won't do it," I said.  "And, 
of course, if there's anything you do like just tell me that, too, and I'll 
do it for you. The point here is to have fun and make each other happy, 
right?"

"Yeah, that's what Uncle Jerry says, too," the boy sighed, leaning back 
contentedly.  "Okay, I guess you can blow me now."

The vulgarity sounded strange coming from this shy lad, but it fit my mood 
perfectly.  I slid the underpants down his narrow hips and was overjoyed to 
find a perfectly shaped, perfectly hard, perfectly hairless young cock just 
trembling with excitement and anticipation.  I helped him kick the briefs
all the way off and he automatically spread his legs in preparation for my oral 
ministrations.

It had been a long time since I had been with a boy.  My wife knew all about
my proclivities and said it didn't matter, as long as I gave up the chicken-
hawk life.  She said it was the same thing as a straight playboy giving up 
other women when he gets married, and I saw her point, so I had not cruised 
for boys in several years.  Not that I didn't look when I had the chance, 
such as with Joey over the past months, but I never went out cruising anymore 
and I never touched, only looked.  

This was different, though.  This was some kind of gift, which I was not
about to pass up.  Joey was searching desperately for a kindred spirit.  He 
had found one in me, and it couldn't be clearer that he wanted this to 
happen.  Wouldn't matter in a court of law, of course (nor if my wife came 
home unexpectedly, which would lead to Divorce Court I am quite sure), but 
it made all the difference in the world to me.

I knelt there looking up at him, drinking in his youthful beauty.  It took
only a few seconds to memorize him in every detail.  Even now I can see him 
reclining there on the sofa, his slender but muscular thighs parted wide,
giving himself to me willingly, even eagerly.  His head was thrown back in a 
rapturous pose, eyes tightly closed as if to shut out the whole world except
for the sensations that would envelope him.  His arms splayed out on the
sofa to either side, absolutely relaxed, trusting me completely.  All his 
apprehension and nervousness was gone.  He was in his element at last.  

I was pleased to see that his ribs did not show through his translucent
young skin.  His chest was flat and smooth, both small nipples firmly erect.  
They were not the tiny pinpoints I had seen on so many boys, nor were they 
the flattened "pencil erasers" many adults have, but were more like blunt 
pink cones set in the darker pink of his small aureole.  I remember the 
rippling folds of skin across his slim stomach as he half-lay, half-sat 
on the sofa;  if he were lying flat there would be no excess at all.  
His cute belly button was buried in one of those folds, an "outie" I had 
noticed earlier.  Below the folds the smooth hairless skin flattened out 
again into the white, untanned triangle of his pubes.  And there, standing 
at firm attention, was the pulsing, pink-crowned, four-inch boy dick.  It 
angled back up his flat belly a bit, which made it nearly horizontal in 
his half-sitting position.  It wasn't long, by my experience with boys 
his age, but it was meaty and ready.  The pink head was smaller than the 
largest part of the shaft, and his circumcision scar was fairly wide 
accentuating that fact even more.  Just below, his hairless balls were 
loose and relaxed, the sack wrinkled only in the front and taut around
the sides.   He sat with his butt nearly off the edge of the sofa, so 
below his beautiful balls I could see the small, brownish pucker of his 
anus, also completely relaxed.  I took a good look at his pretty butthole, 
wondering just how far his lovemaking had gone with Uncle Jerry, but it 
didn't look to me as if it had been stretched.  I didn't know if that 
pleased me or not.  In this few seconds young Joey burned himself into my 
memory.

It was time.  I leaned forward and took his slender hips in my big hands.  I
felt him tense just a bit at the touch, but I knew it was excitement rather 
than fear or a sudden change of mind.  I bent and lightly touched my tongue
to the very tip of his cock.  He gasped audibly, and I quickly took just his
small cockhead between my lips.  Cupping my tongue so that it made maximum 
contact with the underside of his quivering boner, I slid my mouth down 
steadily until my upper lip touched the ultra-smooth skin of his pubes and 
my lower lip encountered the silky softness of his young scrotum.  

"Ohhh," Joey moaned as my mouth hit bottom.  "Oh man!"

I replied with a deep "Mmm" sound from my throat, which I meant as a "yummy"
sound, for this boycock was the tastiest morsel I'd had in years.  I pulled 
back off the now spit-coated organ until once again only the head was
engulfed, then plunged back down to the hilt again even faster than the 
first time.  I sucked firmly in the "down" position for maybe fifteen 
seconds, then repeated the pumping action four times in quick succession.  
The last time as I plunged back down I felt Joey buck his hips up to meet 
my mouth, and I noticed how heavily he was breathing.  He was about as 
excited as any boy I'd ever been with.

"Oh, yeah, suck me!" the boy exclaimed.  "God it feels good!"

I stayed in the "down" position again for a long time, maybe a minute,
flicking my tongue over every square inch of his turgid flesh the whole 
time.  I also reached up and began to barely touch one of his erect nipples, 
tracing my fingertips across the sensitive protuberance with a feather-light 
touch.  He clearly responded, sucking in his breath at the touch and arching 
his back as if to push his chest closer to the source of the exquisite 
sensations.  His nipple grew even more sharply erect, and he ground his cock 
into my mouth with renewed vigor.  I reached up and began massaging the other 
nipple as well, gently pinching them between thumb and forefinger until I 
thought he couldn't stand it anymore.  

He grabbed the back of my head with his hands and initiated my pumping
motion  again.  I rapidly fucked his young cock in and out of my mouth, and 
he thrust his slim hips in a roughly matching rhythm until I could feel his 
sweet, soft balls gently slapping my chin as we met somewhere over the sofa.  
His dick seemed longer and thicker as we bucked, and I knew he was reaching 
a peak, one  of many I hoped.  I sensed him get to the edge, and I pinched 
both his pert nipples fairly hard while I sucked strongly on his quaking 
member, sending him over like Niagara in a barrel.

Joey's ass muscles clenched convulsively as he drove his straining cock as 
deeply into my mouth as he could.  Noises I wouldn't have dreamed possible
from so young and soft-spoken a boy escaped his throat as he came.  He 
peaked for at least ten seconds, his little balls straining to shoot the 
life-giving juice that wouldn't be there for a year or so at least.  I rode 
his orgasm past the end, still clenching my lips tightly around the base of 
his dick long after his convulsions had ebbed and his breathing began to 
slow.  His cock was still fully erect when I released it and gazed up into 
his angelic face.  His brown eyes opened to tiny slits, then slowly came 
open as a weak but happy smile bloomed on his face.   His chest rose and 
fell heavily,  his little nipples red from my manhandling, yet still 
pointedly erect.  I smiled back at him and raised one eyebrow wickedly, 
like Jack Nicholson in "The Shining", and we both began to laugh softly.  
I dipped my head and softly, gently licked his hairless balls, figuring his 
sensitive cock could use a brief recovery period.  He made no move to stop 
me.

"That," said Joey, "was the best blow job I ever had.  I can't wait to tell 
Uncle Jerry how you did it."

I had taken his scrotum into my mouth by this time, gently rolling the
tender eggs around inside the silken sack, so I didn't feel I had to keep 
up my end of the conversation.  His clean little-boy smell was strongest 
there, with my nose buried between his lovely inner thigh and his perineum.  
I breathed deeply and made another yummy sound.

"I just love it when you pump up and down on me like that," the boy said.  
"Uncle Jerry pumps, too, but it doesn't feel like when you do it.  I think
you hold your tongue different."

He fell silent again as I released his balls and began tracing around his 
smooth, soft inner thighs with my tongue.  I licked from one knee, up his 
thigh, across his scrotum and down the other thigh to the other knee.  I
traced back the same route, except licked up the crevasse between his thigh 
and his balls and made two circles around the base of his still-stiff dick 
before moving down the other thigh again.  He was enjoying, but I was running 
out of spit.

Joey suddenly giggled and said, "I never knew my titties could feel so good,
either!  Uncle Jerry kisses me there sometimes, and I like it, but it never 
felt this good before."

I couldn't deal with the dry mouth anymore, so I reluctantly pulled away
from his sweet body and stood up.  Joey did not fail to notice the bulge 
my pulsing cock was making in my pants.

"I gotta have a soda," I said, heading for the kitchen.  "You want one?"

"Sure," he called after me.  I glanced back and realized he looked a little 
silly sprawled there on the couch, nude except for his socks and sneakers,
his short, stiff cock straining at the ceiling.  I grabbed two Cokes.

"Listen, Joey, we could go on up to the bedroom for awhile, if you like.  I 
think we might be more comfortable there."

He grinned up at me at the thought of more sex in the offing.  "OK," he
chirped happily, gathering up his scattered clothes.  I let him go up the 
stairs first so I could follow with my eyes on the level of his beautiful 
round buns.  He moved like a racehorse, all sinew and rippling muscle just 
under the skin.

In the master bedroom I helped him off with his footwear, then did a comedic
strip tease for him as he reclined on the big King Size bed.  He giggled
like a tickled toddler, but his boner remained seriously stiff throughout.  
He didn't seem the least bit surprised that I would strip, which I hoped 
meant he was not unfamiliar with giving pleasure as well as receiving it.  
Some boys only allow themselves to be sucked, and never reciprocate at all.  
That would be OK, the kid has a right after all, though I certainly hoped 
for more from Joey.  At least a hand job, though from what I already knew 
about him I expected more.  My hopes along those lines brightened when, the 
second I scooted into bed beside him, he immediately reached over and gripped 
my aching cock in his small hand and gave it a couple of strokes.

"Not as big as Uncle Jerry's," he observed, then shot me an embarrassed look
as he realized what he had said.

"No problem, Joey," I said.  "I know I don't have the biggest dick in the 
world."  Joey giggled again when I added, "But not the smallest either!"

He stroked my cock gently, in short, one-inch strokes which made me hotter
than a pistol but wouldn't get me to the Land of Oz any time soon.  When a 
drop of lubricating pre-cum appeared at my slit he calmly rubbed it around 
my cockhead with his small thumb.  This kid definitely knew his way around 
a grownup cock.

"How long have you and Uncle Jerry been lovers, Joey?" I finally asked.  I
knew the boy trusted me by then, and I was pretty sure he wouldn't mind a 
few questions.

"Well, it sort of depends on how you look at it," he said, still gently
working my cock.  I was fondling his sweet thigh by then, too.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, if you go by the first time we ever did anything it's been
practically my whole life.  I was eight months old the first time Uncle Jerry 
sucked my dick!"

Now that was intriguing.  Joey continued.

"See, my Dad is the oldest brother and Uncle Jerry is the youngest, so he's 
only like 10 years older than me.  So one time when I was a baby Uncle Jerry
was over at our house and he was watching my Mom change my diaper.  He says 
Mom took the diaper off me and I had a great big boner!  I guess all baby
boys get boners sometimes.  But my Mom ran out of Pampers and she had to run 
to the store and get some, so she told Uncle Jerry to stay there and make 
sure I didn't roll off the changing table while she was gone."

Joey took greater interest in stroking my cock as he told the story.  I felt
like his new rhythm could make me come if he kept it up.

"So there's Uncle Jerry and me alone in the house and I've got a boner.  He 
says he never thought about sucking anyone's dick before.  He was ten and he
played with his own boner sometimes, but he never tried playing with anyone 
else's before.  He says all of a sudden he just wanted to do it, so he
climbed up on a chair and started blowing me right there on the changing 
table!"

The story and his stroking were getting to me.  "Did you like it?" I barely
managed to grunt.

"I don't remember, but Uncle Jerry says I smiled and gurgled like happy
babies do.  And he says I started to cry when he heard the car pull up in the
driveway and stopped sucking."

"Wow," I gasped, getting closer to my orgasm.  "Did he keep doing it to you 
while you were growing up?"

"Not too much," Joey said with obvious disappointment.  "It's hard to get to
be alone with a baby, I guess.  He snuck into my bedroom once, he said, when
I was about four, and sucked my dick while I was asleep, but I don't remember 
that, either."

"Oh, man, I'm gettin' close!" I said, grabbing handfuls of the bed sheet as
I tensed for my release.  OK, so it was only a handjob after all.  I'd be 
grateful for what I could get.

"No, wait!" he exclaimed, "don't squirt yet!"  Joey then applied expert 
pressure to the urethra at the base of my lurching cock, holding it tightly 
with both thumbs until the need to explode receded to manageable levels.  

My cock shaft was bright red and the head a purplish hue as it throbbed in
his small hand, but the urgency had indeed gone.  I panted, "Why did you stop
me?"

Joey grinned at me slyly, then tried (and failed) to imitate the Jack
Nicholson look I had given him earlier.  "You don't want to waste it, do 
you?"

"What would you rather do?" I asked, wondering if he meant what it sounded
like he meant.

"Well, I get on my side like this," he said, shifting into position, "and
you get up behind me, like two spoons in a drawer."  I couldn't believe it, 
but I quickly slid over behind this amazing boy who, until a scant 30 
minutes ago, I had only lusted after from afar.  

He lifted a slim, hairless leg into the air to make room between his legs.  
"Now put your dick between here..." he said, but I was way ahead of him.  I 
reached down between us and guided my hot cock directly to that tiny,
puckered orifice I had examined earlier.  Apparently I had been wrong that 
his young keester had not yet been stretched.  I wondered about lubrication,
but figured Joey knew what he was doing.  My cockhead reached its target and 
just began to nose inside.

"Hey!  What the fuck?"  Joey scrambled away from me in such a hurry he
tumbled off the bed onto the floor.  He spun around and faced me with fear 
and surprise in his eyes.  "What the hell are you doing?"

"Oh, Joey, I'm sorry," I said.  "I thought that's what you wanted."

"No, man," he said, quieting but still scared.  "I just wanted you to put it
between my legs and hump it back and forth.  That's what Uncle Jerry does
and he likes it better than anything.  Well, he likes it when I suck him, 
too.  But he likes this the best.  And you did me so good I wanted you to 
have the best thing."  The boy seemed on the verge of tears.

"I'm sorry, pal," I repeated.  "From now on the butthole is strictly off 
limits, I promise."

Joey climbed back onto the bed slowly, but I noticed that his dick had lost 
none of its hardness.  "Well, you don't have to go that far," he said,
finally smiling.  "Uncle Jerry did some things to me there that I liked, 
like lick me up inside with his tongue and stick his little pinky finger 
up me."  He arranged himself on his side facing away again, then added, 
"That's why I took a shower just before I came over here today, so I'd be 
nice and clean all over for you.  If you like to do stuff like that, I mean."

"It would be an honor to lick your poop chute," I said solemnly, and he
laughed out loud.

I arranged myself behind him again, and this time nestled my hot cock in its
proper place between his silky thighs.  They felt heavenly, soft as an
angel's wings yet firm and strong with boy muscle.  I felt him clamp around 
me tightly, and took this as my signal to begin to hump.  I can't describe 
how it felt to stroke my cock through that vise of tender flesh.  I held 
him around the smooth, bare chest and nuzzled my nose into the nape of his 
neck.  He still smelled of soap, but now there was a hint of boy sweat to 
spice things up as well.  I found a pointy nipple and began to roll it 
gently between my thumb and forefinger.  I noticed he had found his own 
stiff prod with one hand, and stroked it steadily, while he gripped my 
forearm with his other hand, squeezing it with every thrust of my cock.  No 
words passed between us as I pounded out the rhythm, but I could feel him 
tense and relax in sympathy with my own convulsions.  Having been so close 
just a few minutes ago it didn't take long, perhaps three or four minutes.  
I could tell by his breathing he was getting there, too, but I knew I 
wouldn't be able to wait for him.  I kissed his neck and pinched his nip as 
I pushed forward one, two, three last times, and felt the rush of my hot 
eruption spray between his soft thighs.  I stroked again and felt another 
wave of jism spurt forth.  His thighs were creamy with my seed, and I slid 
my cock through the ooze a few last times as the last of my lust was drained 
from me by this beautiful boy. 

Joey was still stroking his small cock wildly, and kept a tight clamp on my 
ultra-sensitive prick with his thighs as he neared his own orgasm.  Though 
still relishing my afterglow, I had regained enough of my sensibilities to 
enjoy helping him finish, so I again found one of his sharp nipples and
began to lavish my pinching, teasing, swirling attentions upon it.  His sperm
coated thighs embraced my still semi-stiff cock as he convulsed, bucking and
writhing in the St. Vitus's Dance that signaled his imminent climax.  His 
long, slim legs suddenly straightened, his sweaty back arched against my 
chest, his thighs squeezed my cock almost to the point of pain, and a low, 
guttural sound came from his throat.  Remembering the scene on the sofa, I 
pinched his tiny tit harder than I ever had before and immediately he 
exploded in an orgasmic frenzy.  He thrashed and bucked like mad, calling on 
the Deity in one breath and muttering filthy words in the next.  He came and 
came, and by the time he was done my own cock was again at full staff, so 
contagious was his enthusiasm.

The boy lay there unmoving except for the rise and fall of his heaving
chest. I slipped my cock from between his legs and rolled onto my back, 
feeling as though I could sleep a few hours with no problem.  After a few 
moments of silence, save for his breathing, Joey rolled toward me and lay 
his sweet head on my shoulder, his sweat-dampened hair cool on my skin and 
one smooth, slender arm across my chest.  He snuggled a little closer and I 
felt my own now-cold semen wet against my side.  I glanced down and saw that 
it decorated his young body from the navel to the knees.  His now-limp cock 
was slimy with it, and it made the light reflect strangely off its tiny 
head.  It struck me that this was the first time I had seen Joey's little 
dick when it wasn't erect.  I brushed back the hair that was plastered to 
his forehead, and he looked at me and smiled.

"Hi," I said.

"Hi," he replied, putting one leg between mine and snuggling a bit closer,
to maximize the skin-on-skin contact.  He lightly kissed my hairy chest.

"How are you doing?" I asked.

He smiled contentedly and sighed.  "Fantastic.  How about you?"

"Joey, I'm not just saying this," I said, gently petting his back, "but that
was some of the best sex I ever had."  I wasn't kidding, either.  His
unbridled pleasure was an incredible turn-on for me.  I have always loved 
to give pleasure, and Joey seemed to enjoy himself totally and without 
reservation of any kind.  He grinned proudly at the compliment.

"Even though you didn't get to put it up my butt?" he asked shyly, as if
afraid I was displeased with him over that misunderstanding.

"Honest, Joey, I never ever want to do anything to you that you don't want
to do.  I could never force anyone to do anything.  I'd feel like an asshole.
I just want to make you happy."

He grinned up at me and hugged me tightly.  "Boy, you sure did!  I never
came like that before in my life!  I'm so glad Uncle Jerry talked me into 
coming over here!"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well," he began, "like you thought, Uncle Jerry and I have been lovers for
a long time.  We fooled around a couple times a week ever since I was about 
seven.  Then last June, like a year ago, you know?  He graduated from
college and started looking for a job, but he couldn't find a decent one.  
Then one day near the end of the summer I went to his apartment like I 
always did and we made love like always, but after when we were laying there 
in bed - just like you and me are now - he told me that he got offered a real 
good job in St. Louis, and that he was going to move away."

Poor little guy, I thought.  It must be tough to have your lover move away
on you like that, especially one that has been with you half your life.

"So it was like two more weeks and then he was gone," Joey said, as if he
still couldn't believe it.  Then he giggled and said, "We messed around every
single day that last two weeks, sometimes all night long when my folks would 
let me stay over.  We counted one night and Uncle Jerry squirted six times!  
The last time there was barely a couple drops, but he said it was the best 
one of them all."

"So you haven't seen him since, huh?" I asked.

"He came home for Thanksgiving and Christmas, and we messed around a couple 
times while he was here, and he calls me all the time on the phone.  He says
his phone bills are keeping him broke.  But I haven't seen him now since 
Christmas."  The boy reached over and began to idly play with my limp cock.

"No wonder you were so horny," I said teasingly.

He giggled again and said, "Really!  I fooled around with a couple kids my
own age, and one kid in the sixth grade.  It was fun, but it just wasn't the
same thing.  I kind of wish I could do it with Patrick, but I'm pretty sure 
he wouldn't want to."  My cock was stiffening by then, and he gripped it
tighter and stroked it a few times.  "I need a guy who can shoot hot gooey 
sperm all over me.  I like lots of it, like you squirted between my legs.  
Not even Uncle Jerry squirts as much as you do!"

"Well," I said, "I don't normally squirt quite that much either.  You really
took me by surprise today, and turned me on like crazy!  You make me come
like gangbusters, you little sexpot you!"

Joey laughed, but never stopped working my cock.  "So anyway I told Uncle
Jerry on the phone that I saw you looking at me and he said you probably 
liked boys. I never would've asked you in a million years 'cause I knew  you 
were married and everything, but Uncle Jerry said lots of men who like boys 
are married, and that I should pay attention to how you look at me and see if 
I can tell anything.  So the other day when we cut your lawn I noticed you 
looking at my legs a lot and then when I saw you looking at me with 
binoculars I was pretty sure.  So last night I told Uncle Jerry on the 
phone that I was pretty sure and he said I should go for it.  He said if 
you weren't into boys you wouldn't know what I was talking about, and you'd 
just think I was a weird kid."

I laughed at that one, and he giggled.  I called him a gigglepuss and he 
giggled some more.  "Well," I said, squeezing his soft shoulder 
affectionately, "I'm sure glad he talked you into coming over here.  I think
we're going to have a lot of fun, you and me."

"Yeah," he sighed, snuggling against me contentedly, still slowly jacking my
increasingly hot cock.  "Will you be able to squirt again pretty soon?" he 
asked hopefully.

"Oh, yeah," I assured him.  "Why don't you tell me some more about you and 
Uncle Jerry while you jack me off?  That will really get me going."

"Like what?"

"How about the first time?  Not when you were a baby, I mean when you
started doing it for real."

"OK," he said.  "I told you he blew me those couple of times when I was
little, but then the summer when I was seven and he was seventeen my Mom and 
Dad hired him to babysit me every day while they were at work.  He just moved 
into our house and it was his summer job to take care of me.  He says he was 
horny for me right from the start, but it was at least a few weeks I think 
before anything happened.

"One day it was real hot and I was only wearing a pair of shorts.  I was 
sitting at the picnic table on our back deck painting a picture with
watercolor paints and I knocked the paint jar over and got it all over myself 
and the table and everything.  It went right in my lap, you know, and got all 
over my dick and everything.  Boy did it feel weird!  So Uncle Jerry comes 
running over and he's yelling and swearing and all mad and everything, but 
then he calms down and he says he's not mad at me and accidents happen and 
that kind of stuff.  Then he says we have to get the paint off of me before 
it dries.

"He looked around and found this old towel my Mom had hanging over the deck 
rail to dry, so he wrapped me up in the towel and picked me up and carried
me into the house up to my parents' bathroom, I guess because it's the 
biggest.
 
He stood me next to the bathtub and said to take off my shorts, but I didn't
want to touch them because they had paint all over them, which was really
dumb since I had paint all over me already, anyway.  So he pulled my shorts 
down and helped me step out of them and threw them into the bathtub, then he 
pulled my underpants down and threw them into the tub, too.

"So there I was with my dick and balls all covered with blue paint.  He ran
the bath water and helped me get into the tub, which was kind of hard for me 
because it's a big whirlpool tub and I was pretty short for seven.  He sat
me in the water and kneeled down on the floor to wash me, but it wasn't 
working because the sides of the tub were too high.  He tried to sit on the 
edge of the tub but that didn't work good, either, 'cause it was hard to use 
two hands.  So finally he said, 'Fuck it!' and took all his clothes off and 
climbed right in the tub with me.

"I remember looking at his big hairy dick.  I thought it was so cool, and I 
knew I wanted to touch it but I didn't dare.  And then he washed me, and I 
really liked how his fingers felt rubbing the soap all over my dick.  I got
a big boner right away, and I was all embarrassed because of it until I
noticed that his dick was getting big too!  He kept washing me and washing 
me and his dick kept getting bigger and fatter and longer.  It was so funny 
because the water was all blue from the paint and his big pink boner was 
sticking up out of the blue water.

"Then he said something like, 'Stand up so I can see if you're clean yet,'
and I didn't want to because then he would stop washing my dick and I liked 
it.  But finally he got me to stand up and I stood there in front of him with 
my hard little wiener sticking out and he said 'I can't stand it any more!' 
and he leaned forward and put his mouth right on my dick!

"I couldn't believe he did it, but I liked it a hundred times better than 
washing.  He sucked a few minutes and reached up and played with my balls
and squeezed my butt.  Then he pulled back off my dick and looked up at me, 
and I just said 'Don't stop, Uncle Jerry!  Do it more!'"

I was getting pretty close to coming and Joey knew it.  He never stopped 
jacking or talking, but he began to slowly slide down the bed to bring his 
pretty face to the level of my cock.

"Uncle Jerry hopped out of the tub and lifted me out too, splashing blue
bath water all over the bathroom floor.  He laid me down on my back right 
on the bath mat, which was soaking wet.  Then he dove right down and started
sucking my dick like crazy!  I never even played with myself back then, so 
I never even knew how good your dick can feel.  But I sure knew I liked it 
when Uncle Jerry sucked it.  And man, he sucked it for a long time!"

I was reaching the edge, the image filling my mind of a beautiful seven-year-
old lying on that wet bathroom floor with his hot teenage uncle bobbing up
and down on that sweet, stiff little wiener, even as the glorious sensations 
of that same gorgeous boy's small hand wrapped around my big cock vied for 
my attention.  Two more strokes would get me there.

Just then I was surprised and delighted to feel Joey's small, warm, slick
mouth close over the very head of my sensitive dick.  The total package was 
too much for me:  The boy's delicate fingers still stroked the shaft all the 
way from the base to the crown, where his soft lips were tightly gripping me.
Somewhere in the back of my brain I was aware that he was lying on top of me, 
the touch of his soft chest and belly electrifying my thighs and legs.  And 
farther down, I registered the prod of his small, steel-hard penis rubbing 
against my calf.
 

I began to spurt into his hungry, sucking, swallowing mouth.  For a
microsecond I thought of the only other boy who had ever swallowed my load, 
a hustler who demanded $100 for the service, but then once again there was 
no one in the universe but me and my Joey.  I jetted another wave of semen 
against the roof of Joey's young mouth, and silently praised Uncle Jerry 
to the heavens for sending me this incredible boy.  Then I bucked once 
more and released the last dribbles of my seed for my tiny lover to taste, 
and found myself hating Uncle Jerry, fiercely jealous of and angry at the 
man who had six beautiful years with this loving, giving, sensual boy and 
then abandoned him for something as stupid as a job.  I would never leave 
this boy for a job, I thought, then realized how stupid that statement was 
coming from a married man who had "renounced" boy-love.  At that moment, 
though, I probably would have left my wife for Joey.

The boy continued to hold my rapidly deflating cock between his lips, his 
fingers milking the last of my juice from its length.  He finally released
it and let it flop wetly against my belly, smiling wickedly at me as he 
climbed up my body and melted into my embrace.  Without a word we kissed 
deeply, and as his aggressive tongue pushed into my mouth I realized he was 
passing me a small amount of my own semen.  Our tongues swirled around each 
other and we shared the sperm like blood brothers mingling their blood.  His 
stiff young dick prodded urgently into my stomach and his tongue traced the 
ridges of my teeth. I looked into his deep brown eyes and saw complete 
acceptance, and I realized he had decided I was to be his next lover.  I was 
flattered, but not sure I was ready for a full-fledged extramarital affair.  
His youth was not the issue, my  wedding vows were.  Then I felt him grind 
his hips against me lustily and knew my vows would finish this race a distant 
second.

He humped against my belly with increasing heat, and broke our kiss long
enough to say, "I love your hot sperm!  I wish you could fill my stomach 
with it and have enough left over to cover me from head to toe."

Jesus, I thought.  I couldn't recall a 13-year-old so hot for semen.  I
finally asked him, "How did you get so hot for sperm, Joey?"

The boy never slowed his humping, and punctuated his speech with kisses all 
over my face and neck.  "That first time - Uncle Jerry blew me - in the 
bathroom - after he sucked - a long time - and made me have - my first cum -
he laid on top of me - and rubbed his dick on my tummy - and kissed me on my 
mouth - and humped and humped - and shot his sperm - all over my chest - and
my face - and in my hair - and in my mouth."  

Joey kissed me very deeply for long seconds, then pulled back and suddenly 
stopped humping, looking me in the eye.

"He told me that when a grown man comes it means he has had the best
pleasure he can have, and that I was very special for giving him so much 
pleasure. Then he told me for the first time ever that he loved me, and I 
loved him back so much I wanted to give him the best kind of pleasure over 
and over again.  And I wasn't happy until he shot his sperm for me, so that 
I knew he got the best kind of pleasure.  Then a couple of weeks later when 
I starting blowing him, too, it just seemed natural to blow him until he 
came.  So now I love sperm on my body and in my mouth, too.  That's why I 
didn't much like doing it with those other kids.  Only one even had any 
sperm, and it was so thin and watery it didn't even taste like sperm, and 
there was hardly any of it."  He tried that wicked, Jack Nicholson look 
again and said, "If I had my way you'd squirt about another gallon of it all 
over me right now."

"Whoa," I laughed.  "I'm good, but I'm not that good!"

Joey looked at me somewhat wistfully.  "I've really got a super hard boner 
again," he said.  "Do you maybe wanna suck it some more?  Or are you too 
tired?"

I hated to admit that I was pretty wiped out.  Two massive orgasms in less
than an hour had taken a toll, but Joey had had two of the biggest ones of 
his young life and here he was raring to go again.  Of course, that's the 
difference between thirteen and thirty-six.  He looked so winsome, and his 
stiff young cock felt so hot pressed against me, that my willing spirit 
outvoted my weak flesh and I grinned down at him in assent.  

I surprised him by lifting him bodily by the hips and moving his ninety
pounds easily into position, knees astride my head, nearly sitting on my 
chest with his soft, hairless balls tickling my collarbone and his short 
pink throbber aiming skyward just inches from my waiting mouth.  I licked 
the underside of the quivering member from the softness of the scrotum to 
the tautness of the small purplish-pink head, and heard him suck in his 
breath at the contact.  I tickled his burning dick tip with the wet tip 
of my tongue, and could almost hear a sizzle.  I ran my tongue back and 
forth through his tiny slit, wishing I could get inside his gorgeous body 
somehow and experience him from within.  This thought made me recall Joey's 
comment about cleaning himself in case I enjoyed certain things, and I 
realized I could indeed get inside him at least a little.  

Again I moved his weight easily, and though he protested a bit he allowed me
to position him on his back, a big pillow under his lower back.  I took his
boner into my mouth completely, knowing he had been waiting what must have 
seemed a long time, and sucked hard for a few seconds, then gave him about 
ten of those curled-tongue pumps he loved so much.  I felt his body stiffen 
and I was afraid for a second that he would reach his orgasm so quickly we'd 
never get on to other things.  I was relieved when he settled back down and 
simply muttered, "God that felt good!"  I settled in to some slower, more 
leisurely sucking, pausing at the top of a slow pump to lick around the hot 
dickhead, or at the bottom to swirl my tongue around the base of his stiff 
little prick. Sometimes I opened my mouth wide and sucked his sweet, hairless 
balls into my mouth as well, gently pulling at the jellied orbs in their soft 
sack.  This was designed to be a long, slow, comfortable blow job, the kind 
I had kept up on willing boys for an hour at a time in my boylover heyday.
This had the desired effect, getting Joey hotter and hotter but not quite 
taking him to the precipice.

At the top of one pump when only his small cockhead was between my lips I 
slipped my index finger into my mouth and wet it with saliva.  I don't think
Joey even noticed this, but he realized something was happening when I
lifted his beautiful, thin legs over my shoulders and, still sucking his cock,
began to trace concentric circles around the tiny brownish pucker of his anus.  
He tensed reflexively, then immediately willed his sphincter to relax to allow
my finger entrance to his hottest portal.  I worked my fingertip inside 
gently, hearing him grunt slightly as the well-remembered but lately 
unfamiliar sensations coursed through him.  

"More spit," he ordered, as my finger stalled with about a centimeter less
than my first knuckle impaling him.  I withdrew the digit long enough to 
slick it up again, then reinserted it to its recent depth and beyond with 
relative ease.
 
At the second knuckle it stalled again, and Joey moaned, "Man, you've got a
big pinky finger!"

I had completely forgotten that Uncle Jerry used his smallest finger when 
playing this game, and realized that I was opening Joey's tiny bunghole
wider than it had ever been before.  I decided he needed a respite from 
this anal remodeling, and in one quick move slid my hungry mouth from his 
achingly hard prick to his newly stretched asshole, replacing my finger 
with my probing tongue without ever letting the small orifice close 
completely.   Joey cried out and I felt the tight ring of his anus clamp 
around my tongue, but then he forced himself to relax and soon he was 
opening wider and wider to accommodate my slick tongue.  It was obvious 
the boy enjoyed being rimmed much more than the fingering, and the wider 
he opened the more convinced I became that, with the proper care and a lot 
of lubrication, this boy could easily take an average man's cock.  Since 
this described mine to perfection, I resolved to someday take Joey to the 
next plane of man/boy love, to a place even Uncle Jerry had never taken 
him.  But not today.

Today I contented myself with exploring his young tushie with my senses of 
taste, smell and touch.  In our current position my face was as intimate
with his body as possible.  My tongue, of course, was thrust so fully up 
his rubbery hole that it ached with the strain of keeping it there.  His 
musky taste was all boy, something I now realized I had missed over the 
recent boyless years.
 
True to his word he was clean as a whistle, and I pictured him in the shower
just hours ago with a soapy finger up his own butt past the second knuckle, 
undoubtedly enjoying the preparation almost as much as the actual event.  My
upper lip crushed against his tender perineum with its peculiar ridge of
skin leading up to bisect his pretty nut sack, and my lower lip felt the 
taut skin across the blunt hardness of his tailbone.  I realized suddenly 
we were "dancing cheek to cheek", as the soft hemispheres of his ass were 
chafed red by the rough five o'clock shadow on my face.

His silken testicles draped over the bridge of my nose, leaving me inhaling
his sweet boy odor at its source and allowing me to examine his hairless 
scrotum at extremely close range, marveling and yet dismaying at the tiny 
portals from which someday soon the first silky hairs would sprout, 
beginning the transition of this beautiful boy from sheer perfection into 
something about as arousing as an Alpo commercial.  I decided not to dwell 
on that inevitable future, but focus on the wonderful present.  

Beyond the sweet-smelling little balls, of course, was the proud boy cock, 
standing rigid in the flat slope of his white, hairless pubes, still slick
and shiny with my saliva.  It rose and fell deliciously with his now-heavy 
breathing, it's blunt head pulsing with every beat of his strong young
heart.

Further up his soft, slender torso were the pointed cones of his little 
titties, brownish-pink against the darker brown of his nickel-sized aureole,
like little volcanic islands in the fresh pink sea of his gossamer-soft
chest.  I could almost see the electricity emanating from those small 
points, as the thousands of nerve endings only microns from the surface 
stood ready to transmit bolts of erotic pleasure directly into his brain.  
Joey had shown already that he was very sensitive in the nipples, and I 
wondered if it would be possible to bring him to orgasm by stimulating only 
them.  That idea went on my mental list of future plans as well.

Then beyond the soft roundness of his undeveloped shoulders I saw his
beautiful face with its beatific expression of pure pleasure.  His eyes were 
tightly closed as he concentrated on the hot, wet, invading presence inside 
his most private part.  I flicked my tongue rapidly against his anal wall 
just to see if it would register on his perfect features, and I was 
rewarded with a soft moan and a flicker of a new expression of even greater 
enjoyment, if that was possible, as though the pleasure meter had gone off 
the scale for a moment.

I decided it was time to send him over, relishing my role as Keeper of the 
Orgasm.  I had the power to make it happen for him, which for me was the 
greatest pleasure of them all.  With one hand I began to jack his small,
hot, pounding cock, holding it tenderly between my thumb and two fingers 
and sliding the tight skin up and down, loving the feel of the kind of 
stiffness only youth can manage, and remembering the deep dark past when 
my own prepubescent cock had felt like this.  He began to whimper slightly, 
and he moved his hips in rhythm with my stroking fingers and my probing 
tongue.  With the other hand I reached up to one of those sensitive nipples, 
and sensing the exact moment when my other stimulations had the boy nearing 
his peak, I suddenly took that erect nip between my thumb and forefinger and 
gave it a gentle twist.  


The orgasm flooded through his small body.  Joey cried out in his passion,
and I felt his surge of pleasure ripple from one muscle to the next.  His
sphincter gripped my tongue like a noose and his buns wrenched down on my 
face as he came.  I could feel his tiny balls contracting over and over in a 
cadence programmed long before his birth, as he pushed his cock upward 
against my still-stroking fingers, heeding the most basic call of nature.  
He thrashed his upper body against the bed, and his long, slim legs beat a 
counterpoint against my back.  Just as it seemed to subside, I forced my 
tongue deeper through the tightened ring of his asshole and he was off 
again on a new wave of orgasm, this one peaking not quite as strongly as 
the first.  Then as that wave crashed on the shore I gave his nipple another, 
stronger pinch, and his third orgasm washed through, not nearly as intense, 
and he rode this one to its gentle finish and collapsed, limp and exhausted.


I backed away and gently eased his legs down to the bed.  Joey lay there,
eyes closed, chest heaving, arms flung wildly in whatever position they 
happened to be in when he came down from his glorious crest.  Every few 
seconds his whole body twitched with an aftershock of his tremendous orgasm, 
and he moaned with pleasure each time.  I had never seen anyone as beautiful 
in my life, and I realized I had fallen for him hard.  I reached over to pet 
his beautiful hairless thigh, just because I wanted, perhaps needed, to make 
contact with my new young lover, but he pushed my hand away.  "Don't touch 
me!  Please...I can't stand it!  I'm too sensitive."  So I contented myself 
for the next five miutes with lying there inches from him, gazing upon his 
beauty and thanking God for him, until his eyes came dreamily open and he 
grinned up at me.  He reached out to me, inviting me into an embrace, and 
I happily rolled into his little arms.  We kissed, not like new lovers, but 
like old lovers.

"I know it's crazy," I said. "We hardly knew each other an hour ago.  But I 
know it's true."  I looked so deeply into his eyes I could see his beautiful
soul.  "I love you, Joey."

The boy beamed back at me, looking utterly happy.  "I love you, too, uh -"
His smile turned to a look of confusion, then we both broke up in laughter 
as we simultaneously realized my little lover didn't know my first name!

"Bill," I said between guffaws.  "My name is Bill."

"I love you, Bill," Joey said, and kissed me again.  And after we had laid 
there another couple of minutes doing nothing but enjoy each other's
closeness, he said, "Would you mind if I called you Uncle Bill?  Just in 
private, I mean."

"Private, public, whatever you want my love," I said.  "Call me Fido if you 
want to, just so you keep on loving me."

"Here boy!" Joey said, giggling.  "Fetch the bone!" he said, throwing his
legs open to reveal the young cock that had miraculously stiffened yet again.
Oh, to have the stamina of a boy!

Time was running short, though, and it wouldn't do to have my wife walk in
on me and my new little lover on our very first tryst.  We climbed into the
shower together, and I passed a wonderful fifteen minutes cleaning my own 
fluids from  his smooth, soft skin and, yes, kneeling before him sucking 
that wonderful little cock again as the warm water cascaded off his flat 
belly and into my  face.  Neither of us came this last time, and Joey's dick 
was still pounding hard when he finally hid it from my view inside his tiny 
underpants.  

I never wanted him to leave, but of course he had to.  Hugging tightly in
the foyer, kissing good-bye, neither of us could bring ourselves to break the 
embrace.  He finally said he would only go if I promised he could come back
the very next day, and I said I'd count the hours.  I stood in the doorway
watching him walk down the sidewalk to the corner, where he turned and smiled 
at me before disappearing behind the neighbors' hedge.  I stood there long 
moments before I could move.  Then I pushed the big oak door closed with 
some difficulty, due to the tight weatherstripping I was always meaning to
replace.

THE END