Date: Fri, 25 Sep 2015 21:15:16 +0000 From: kyle garter <livinglife19@hotmail.com> Subject: Life's New Phase Part 2 +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ All the usual disclaimers apply: +This is my second story. It is my work and you may not reproduce it without my permission. +This story is a work of fiction. If you think it is real, you have a very active imagination. +Do not read this story if you live in an area where it is illegal to do so. +Scenes of sexual activity between an adult male and non-adults are represented. Do not read further if this offends you. +Please do not imitate the actions portrayed herein - the author cannot accept responsibility for any actions promoted by this story. +Please consider a financial donation to Nifty. If you would like to get in touch, please e-mail me at: livinglife19@hotmail.com +Flames will be ignored. +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ Chapter 3: Clean and Pure With lathered hands, I assessed the task before me with wide eyes. The torso of the boy was rich with a sudsy lather while a dirty film coated most of the lower half of his body. Seeing his hard boycock, I decided that both of us could wait a little longer before tackling that area. I knew that cleaning his tight ass and smallish dick would lead me down a path of no return. Still telling myself that I was not 100% committed to moving forward, I avoided my ultimate fate. I cleaned his calves and thighs. The lather turned gray as the dirt and soap combined together. As suspected, the muscles in his legs were tight and quite developed to the touch. A smattering of light hair was barely noticeable on the calves. I let my hands flow freely over the legs as I cleaned them. The cocklet remained stiff as I worked Albie's legs over. The boy dick was a mere inch from my face. As I worked, I inhaled the aroma of boy. The scent worked on me like an incredible aphrodisiac; Albie had me hook, line, and sinker. With a fresh handful of lather, I prepared to cross the line that would change my life. While grasping and holding the small, hard penis in one hand, I gently washed Albie's boy sack and tiny balls with my other hand. Albie let out a gentle moan as I handled his penis for the first time in an erect state. Helping him piss had been one thing, but we both now knew that things were different now. I peeled back his boyskin and washed the little penis head. I took my time and cupped water in my hand to rinse and repeat the process. The small shaft was secured between my thumb and index finger as I cleaned the boy's perfect penis. Reluctantly, I let go of his boycock and scrubbed the flat, hairless pelvis and narrow hips. Looking down at my shorts, I noticed that a large wet spot was forming at the pinnacle of my tented shorts where my cock head ached for release and attention. Turning the boy around, I once again set my gaze upon the most perfect ass I had ever seen. Bubble butt was not really a grand enough term to describe those magnificent orbs. I began to lather Albie's ass and freely felt and rubbed the firm buttocks. Dirt began to melt away leaving two light brown cheeks. "Bend over," I instructed, and the boy obliged. Taking my lathered hand, I cleansed the length of his crack and the hidden treasure of a boyhole that marked the midpoint. It was pink and perfect -- maybe the size of a dime or a penny. After cupping my hand to rinse his butt, I stared intently at the small hole and immediately imagined it opened up to its limits while wrapped around my cock. Somehow, I had turned into a lust-crazed pervert in a matter of hours. With just my wet finger, I toyed with the outside of the hole until just the fingertip entered. Albie took a quick, sharp breath, but he didn't say a word. His ass was clean now, but I reapplied lather to the entirety of the crack once more for good measure. "You can lie down in the tub and rinse everything," I said as I wiggled my hands in the water to wash off the remaining soap. The boy lied back and rinsed. His cocklet remained as hard as a little spike. I started running the water once more and told him to rinse his hair under the running water when he had all of the soap off of his body. When he was finished rinsing soap and shampoo, I told him to stand up as I emptied the water from the tub. Albie stood and showed no signs of shyness despite his hard cock. He finally looked down and spied my hardon and the large wet spot on my shorts. Looking back up to my face, he smiled the cutest little shit-eating grin I'd ever seen. Chapter 4: A Time to Learning While grabbing an over-sized towel, I told Albie to get out of the tub. I told him to dry off and placed a brush and toothbrush on the counter for him. I told him to brush his teeth, comb his hair, and then to come to my room. I went and sat on the end of my bed and tried to mentally process that this was really going to happen. About three minutes passed before the small, naked silhouette appeared in the doorway with the bathroom lights outlining his perfect form. Albie walked towards me and I patted a spot on the bed next to me as indication for him to sit down. He walked over and sat down. I could see that his hardon had not deflated at all. I reached for his penis and took it in my hand. Moving my hand into a jerkoff grip position, I lightly stroked him even though my hand was too big for the job. "It has been a really long time since I did anything like this," I said as I gently stroked his penis. Albie replied, "I've never done anything like this but I have wanted to try." His minty breath begged me to kiss him. I reluctantly let his penis go, and told him to come straddle me. He looked down at my tented, wet shorts and asked if I had peed my pants. I chuckled and said, "no?.you have so much to learn, Albie." He straddled my legs just above my knees and looked into my eyes. My large, tented cock sat between us and was unmentioned. "Have you ever kissed anyone before?", I asked while looking into his eyes. "Just my parents," came his tender reply. Knowing that this boy was virgin from head to toe made my precum flow more freely. I could almost feel my balls gurgling and bubbling the stuff and pushing it up the shaft of my cock. Placing my hands on his adorable butt cheeks, I slid him closer so that our faces were nearly touching. I slid my hands up his back and slowly leaned in towards his full, succulent lips. Despite his inexperience, the first kiss was more intense than I could have imagined. Just tasting the fullness of those lips pressed against my lips was incredible. As my tongue slowly squirmed inside, the intensity of the kiss increased. I lapped at his tongue and he responded by licking my tongue and lips as well. As his small tongue darted into my mouth for the first time, he let out a soft cooing sound similar to that of a content baby. And, in a way, he was my baby -- my love. As we continued to kiss, I let my hands trace down his small, tight back and once again enjoy the sweet, muscular globes that were now spread rather wide apart. Focusing just on the cheeks and not the ultimate prize in the center of them, I gently massaged his ass while we made out. Albie continued to make the soft cooing sounds, and I realized how that was making our makeout session even hotter. Breaking our kisses, I said, "time for your next lesson Albie." Pulling him off my lap, I laid him back on my bed pillows. After a quick peck on his lips, I began to kiss downward along his tender neck. The skin was soft and perfect. I lingered too long on his neck and goosebumps broke out all over his body. God, to be a kid again and enjoy those boyhood happenings. In response to the goosebumps, I kissed lower and took one his small, brown nipples in my mouth and licked across it. Then, I got more aggressive with sucking and even a little biting. Albie's coos increased into light, boyish moans. I knew he was loving this almost as much as I was. I could feel his hard boycock pressed into my chest as I worked his nipples over. As I kissed lower, I realized that nearly fifty years of wondering was about to go out the window. I was about to suck my first cock, and I hoped I would like it as much as I had fantasized I would. I had wanted this with my young buddy Dale when I was a kid, and I wanted it now. Taking the small penis in hand, I gently lowered my head closer to Albie's groin. Glancing up before I took the plunge, I saw Albie's eyes filled with surprise. Lowering my face, my lips parted to accept the skin-covered head of the boy's beautiful penis. As my tongue first met skin, an explosion of tastes filled my mouth as fireworks went off throughout my body. In all of my years with my wife, nothing that had happened sexually could hold a candle to this moment. I sucked all the way down to the base of Albie's cock and then back up to the top. We were both rookies here, but I had at least had blowjobs performed on me before, so I knew what would make the boy feel good. The increasingly loud moans from the top of the bed let me know that I was on the right track. Albie tasted like heaven. He just tasted like the best thing that had ever entered my mouth. As I neared the head of his cock on an upswing, I let my tongue probe into the depths of his boyskin. More flavors filled my mouth as I lapped at the hidden head. I went back to my up and down motion and increased the pressure of my lips. As my lips got tighter on the little three inch steel rod, the moaning got louder. When I threw in tongue swirls along with my up and down motions, the moaning suddenly stopped as Albie's body began to convulse under an intense dry cum. The boy shook nonstop for about 45 seconds as I continued to give him head. After he came back to reality, Albie asked, "what happened?" I told him that he had just orgasmed and that it was his body's way of appreciating pleasure. I told him that all guys do the same thing and I asked if he enjoyed it. "God, yes!", he replied. "I did too -- so much," I replied. Letting go of his still hard penis, I slid up beside Albie and cradled him in my arms. Before I knew it, he was asleep, and I soon drifted off while looking at his gorgeous face. We were together at last. -------------------- Restarting this story after a hiatus. Now I know where I want to take it. To be continued? Let me know what you think? My email address is livinglife19@hotmail.com. Flames will be ignored.