Date: Sat, 24 Aug 2013 22:52:24 -0400
From: RANDY WIGGINS <rwig@hotmail.com>
Subject: LITTLE ADVENTURES - CHAPTER 1

This is a fictional story/ series and is explicit in nature so if you don't
like reading about men and boys get lost. Then again if you didn't like
this stuff you wouldn't be here at all would you? Either weay, enjoy and
let me know what you think.

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LITTLE ADVENTURES – BOOK I

BY RClayton

I sat reading a novel in the local library when I happened to glance up.  A
few feet away from me stood a boy of about fifteen, give or take a year.


He had blond hair and lightly tanned skin.  I had noticed the boy in the
library before as I like to come up for a little reading and an occasional
good view.


I'm a 36 year old guy who has a passion for younger guys, always have.  I'd
been single for nearly a year at the time having my last partner move off
to college the year before.  He had returned home twice since then and we
had explored our attraction on those visits.


I didn't figure on anything with this pretty young man.  I just figured to
enjoy watching him walk around looking.  He was wearing tight jeans shorts
and a Spider-Man 2 T-shirt.  He wore sandals on perfect feet.  If there was
a flaw with this kid, I sure couldn't see it.

I glanced back to my book then up again to find the boy sitting across from
me.  He smiled when he knew he had my attention.

"Hi," he said.  "I'm Ryan."

"Hello Ryan, I'm Greg."  I was very curious to see where this would go.  It
was rare, like never, that one of my visual pleasures actually talked to
me.

"I've noticed you watching me.  Not just today, either."  He said.  He was
still smiling and he had the most perfect teeth, and sharp blue eyes.

"I'm sorry if I bothered you."  I said.  I didn't want a scene or to have
this kid report me for whatever reason.

"You haven't bothered me.  I've just been waiting for you to say something
to me.  I got bored so, here I am, talking to you instead."  He crossed his
legs in front of him.

"What would you like to talk about?"  I asked.  He had placed himself in a
position that afforded me a nice view of his denim covered crotch.

"How about what you have on your mind?"  He asked, winked and kept smiling.

"My mind?"  I paused.  "What do you mean, Ryan?"

"Oh, give me a break."  He said, dropping the smile for the first time.  He
stood and moved to the chair right beside me.  "I'm interested in the
fantasy you have in your head.  I'm sure it ends up with me and you getting
it on somewhere."  He looked right into my eyes.

"Oh, you don't seem bothered that you might be involved in someone's
fantasies."

"Do you think I talk to hot older guys at the library just for
conversation?"  He asked.  His smile had returned.

"That is interesting."  I said, looking around to see if anyone was
watching us.  We were essentially alone in the middle of the small branch
library's main lobby.

"You live around here?"  He asked.

"I do."  I said.  "How much?"

"I don't do it for money guy.  I do it because it's fun, and it feels
good."  He replied.  He didn't seem angry that I had assumed he was a
hustler.  "You think the library is a good spot to meet hustlers?"  He
laughed.

"No, I don't guess it is at that."  I said.  I was getting hard, just
hearing the sound of the kid's voice.  I have a thing for voices, another
of my long time hang-ups.

"Let's get out of here.  I don't have all day, and I want to play for a
couple hours at least."  He stood up and headed for the door.

I stood, gathered my checked out library books and followed him up the
steps and out the automated doors into the parking lot.

He was standing waiting on me and I nodded in the direction of my car.  I'm
not a rich man but I do make good money.  My car and house are my two main
expenses in life.  I drive a baby blue Cadillac Elderado and I live in a
four bedroom house that I helped the architect design.

"Nice ride."  Ryan said as I unlocked his door with the button on my key
chain.  He opened the door and slipped in, closing the door carefully.  He
obviously had respect for nice things.

I got in and started up the engine.  The CD started where it had left off
earlier; Cline Dion sang that Titanic movie song.

"Can't say much for the music," Ryan said.  "You mind?"

I opened the arm rest where a small selection of CDs were stored.

The boy looked over the titles and removed one.  He removed the CD from the
case and switched it out with the one from the player.  His hands were
smooth, and had perfectly trimmed nails; they even looked like they had
clear gloss on them.

Elvis Presley's voice drifted out of the high end stereo system.

"Better."  He said.

I looked over at him as he sang along with Jailhouse Rock.  I thought it
odd that a boy his age would be into Elvis but I guess the King of Rock
will always be popular to all ages.

"How old are you Ryan?"  I asked.

"Does it matter?"  He looked over at me.  "I'll be fourteen in September."
He finally answered.

"I thought you might actually be a little older."  I said as I turned up
into my driveway.

"Cool.  How old did you think I was?"  His smile was back and cuter than
ever.

"Oh, around fifteen," I replied.  I put the car in park after pulling into
one of the three garage bays.  As I got out I pushed the remote to close
the garage door.

Ryan had already gotten out and was checking out the Mercedes 560 SL
convertible parked in the next spot.  It was fire engine red with tan
interior and a tan top.  The car had been my thirtieth birthday present to
myself. In the third bad sat a Chevy Suburban, dark blue in color.

"Nice cars, dude."  He said as he admired the Mercedes.  "Can we take this
when you drive me back?"

"Sure."  I replied, unlocking the door to the kitchen.  "Come on in."  I
had left the books in the car to get later.  I had far more interesting
things on my mind besides reading.

Ryan followed me into the house and I pushed the door closed.  He looked at
everything as we toured the main floor and went into the den at the back of
the house.  It was a library, with wall to wall, ceiling high book shelves.

"Shit, you don't even need to go the library, you have your own!"  He said.

"I have a pretty large comic book collection also."  I walked up behind him
and placed my hands on his shoulders.  He was a tall boy for his age.  I am
six-five and his head reached nearly to my shoulders.  I messaged the boy's
shoulders as he relaxed against my chest.

"That feels good."  He said.  He closed his eyes as I moved my hands from
his shoulders down his T-shirt covered chest.  He was not skinny in the
usual developing boy way.  I could feel muscle where muscle should be and
some baby fat here and there as well.

"Let's pull this shirt off."  I pulled the shirt up and over his head as he
raised his arms.  His back was as tan as his arms.  I placed my hands on
his shoulders again and turned him around to get a better look.  He had
small brown nipples on a smooth tan chest.  My fingers stopped at the
nipples as I twisted and played with them.

"Oh man, that's nice."  Ryan said as I sat on the couch and pulled him down
over me so that I could lick and suck at the perfect nips.  "Jeez, that's
great!"  He exclaimed.

While my mouth worked at his right nip, my hands began to unhook the button
on his shorts and then to slide the zipper down.  I could feel something
silky under the shorts.  I pulled away from him, standing him back up in
front of me as I worked the shorts down to the carpeted floor.

Ryan started playing with his own nipples with his fingers as I admired
what was a bigger package than expected.  The boy had on silk boxers.  I
ran my hands over them, feeling his hard boy cock beneath.  The kid had to
have at least five inches, maybe more under those red boxers.

My hands moved to the waistband and pulled the shorts down, past the hard
cock and then dropped them to the floor around his feet.

Ryan stepped out of the shorts and boxers then bent over and unfastened the
Velcro straps of the black sandals.  He kicked the shoes aside and stood
back up.  He had the lightest pubic hair, what little there was of it.  It
almost looked as though he had none at all.  His testicles were still
fairly close to his body, not having dropped all the way yet.

I ran my fingers carefully over his balls and around the perfect, cut
penis.  "Well developed for your age."  I said.  I then move forward and
took the whole of his cock into my mouth.  I ran my tongue around the width
of his cock, tasting boy sweat and just the slightest hint of pre-cum.

"You should see my dad, he has, like nine inches, and it's fat too."  Ryan
said.  "He shoots like a gallon of jizz at a time too."

I wondered how the boy could possible know that his father shot that much,
or had that big a cock when hard.  I could see where he would walk in and
see his dad pissing in the can or something.  His father's sexual ability
didn't interest me nearly as much as his son's silky cock.  I licked and
sucked at the nice head, savoring the small amount of leakage from the piss
slit.  This boy was used to being sucked off.  I wondered if he was used to
be fucked as well.

"Man, I'm gonna cum in a second."  He said, warning me.

There was no way I wasn't going to swallow whatever amount of semen the boy
could shoot.  The taste of him so far was pure heaven.

Ryan moaned and grunted as he began pushing forward, fucking my face with
his boy cock.  It wouldn't be long before he unloaded.

I could feel his entire body tense up just before a small shot of cum
slapped the back of my mouth.  I worked the organ for more and as reward
received three more, smaller shots.  I licked the boy clean and sat back,
letting the limp penis slip out of my mouth, grudgingly.

"Dang, man, That's about the best blow job I ever got.  I shot more than
ever too!  That was so cool."  He smiled down at me.

I placed my hands on his sides and turned his back to me.  I ran my hands
down the firm little bubble butt and as if reading my mind, Ryan bent over.
His perfect little, pink pucker was right there in easy view.  It looked as
though it had been used a few times but not to the point of being stretched
already. I lathered up the boy's anus, thrusting my tongue into the muscle
and feeling it's slight resistance.

Ryan squirmed around, moaning and laughing at the same time.  "That
tickles."

I stopped and stood, leading Ryan to a door on the opposite wall between
book cases.  The door slid open on its track, disappearing between the book
case and the inner wall of the room.

"Wow."  The boy said.  He walked into the small bedroom I kept for my
special entertaining.  It was decorated as any young boy's room would be;
only there were no actual windows.  Just a curtain rod with Scooby-Doo
curtains covering the blank wall to the left.

I led Ryan to the double bed and instructed him to lay on his back.  I had
originally had a twin size bed here but it never afforded me the extra
space for comfort.

I remained standing as I pulled the Polo shirt over my head and tossed it
to a chair.  I started to un-snap my jeans.

"Let me.  I love this part."  He moved over to the end of the bed on his
knees and shoed my hands away.  His fingers worked with ease and soon I
stood in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs.  "Nice."  Ryan said, placing
his right hand on my bulging cock.  He pulled the underwear down over my
hard cock and let them drift to the floor.

I am not the best hung guy in the world, I admit it.  At just over six
inches long and four inches around I think I'm kinda average.  I have low
hanging balls that I keep smooth as a baby's skin and a closely trimmed
dark brown bush.  I've been inclined to shave it all off on occasion as
well, but not in the last few years.

Ryan's hand wrapped around my man meat; he pulled the skin lovingly.  I'm
cut but for some reason have a little extra skin on my bone.  He played
with my cock for a minute before taking the entire thing into his mouth and
down his young throat.  It took me at a shock, that's for sure.

Ryan's mouth, with its overly shaped lips, and reddish color surrounded my
cock.  I could feel his throat working over and around my cock head before
he began to pull back and push himself forward.

He was still on his knees so I bent forward slightly, licked a ginger and
inserted it into his asshole.  He jumped and began working my cock even
more voraciously.

"Keep that up and there won't be anything left for this end."  I pushed the
finger in all the way and wiggled it around a good bit.

With this, Ryan pulled off my cock completely, moving back to the pillows,
dropping to his back and grabbing both legs, lifting them out of the way.


He gave me a giant smile.

I moved onto the bed, not one to turn down such an invitation.  My cock was
still pretty slick, and his ass was well worked by my tongue and finger so
I saw no need for additional lube.  I remembered a condom and pulled one
from a bedside table.

"Uh-uh."  He said, shaking his head.  "I'm allergic to latex.  I hate those
things anyway."

I looked at him, then at the condom before shrugging my shoulders and
tossing it off the side of the bed. I got into position, pulled the boy's
legs up around my neck, apart just enough for my head.  I played around his
anus with my cock before finding the spot and began pushing.

Ryan's eyes grew big and he yelped.  He then began relaxing and the smile
returned to her perfect features.

I slid another bit of my dick into his chute, moving so that he would feel
my cock head bumping and exploring his insides.  Within a moment or two, I
was buried balls deep in his thirteen year old, very un-virgin ass.

"Yeah!"  He yelled.  He bucked downward, trying to get my even deeper
inside of his young body.

I let my hands explore his skin as my cock explored his bowels.  I knew
when I hit his prostate because he nearly purred with pleasure.  This boy
liked getting fucked, and he was damn good at it too.  My hands found his
newly reawakening hard cock and softly jacked him in rhythm to the pumping
I was giving his ass.  He was so tight, every time he clenched his hole, my
cock was locked solid, unable to go forward or back.  I could tell that the
boy was doing this on purpose, and enjoying it. His actions inspired me to
get a little rougher with my thrusts as I sank back deep inside of him.  I
pulled nearly out and plunged, hard back in again, repeating this as he
continued to buck his bubble butt back against me, forcing me to hit even
deeper.

"Harder!  Fuck me hard, man!"  He begged.  His face and chest were sweaty
as he clamped his eyes shut slamming himself into me as hard as I slammed
into him.

I tried my best to give the boy the fucking he was begging for, pulling
completely out and slamming in again, as hard as possible.  I kept pulling
all the way out then assaulting the winking, now reddened hole.

"Yes! Fuck yeah!"  Ryan screamed as he went in for what I thought would be
the next to last, if not last time.  I was exhausted from the sexual
exercises.  I had never been with a boy who enjoyed having a dick in him as
much as Ryan.  If I didn't fall in love, I'd die from over exertion! With
one more, complete pull out, I hesitated then slammed home again, sinking
all the way into the boy beneath me.

Ryan screamed with pleasure, over and over again.

I made a few more short pumps back and forward then felt my muscles
tighten.  I started to shoot thick globs of cum up into the boy's bowels,
volley after volley, I didn't think I would ever stop shooting.

Ryan screamed again as he tightened up and shot two more globe of his own
which landed on my hand and on his pubes.

I relaxed down, laying on top of the boy without putting too much weight
into it.  I found his mouth with mine and kissed him, pushing my tongue
past his lips and teeth where it met with his tongue wrapping around it. We
kissed like that for several minutes before I got back up on my knees.

"Roll onto your stomach."  I said.  I watched as he did as requested.  I
pushed his legs apart and saw that there was cum leaking out of his
recently assaulted anus.  I settled down between the boy's legs and began
to ream him out with my tongue, cleaning away my own semen.

Ryan began his wiggling again and I could hear him panting with excitement
as I continued my second oral attack on his asshole. After five minutes I
moved away, telling him to lay still. I walked into the small room to the
right which held a toilet, a cabinet and a sink.  I got a bath rag damp
with warm water and returned to the bed. I cleaned Ryan's anus carefully,
working outward to his inner thighs, removing any remaining stickiness.  I
had him roll over, then went back to the room to rinse out my rag before
returning and washing his young cock and ball quickly but with loving care.
I got the drops of his own last load from his pubes and went back to the
wash room.

"That was the best sex I have ever had!"  He called out.  He was still
laying on the bed, breath, slowing down, and looking as happy as a kid on
Christmas morning.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."  I called out as I took a fresh rag and cleaned
my own cock and balls.  I tossed the rags in a hamper outside the door and
went back to the bed where I laid down beside him.

I kissed his mouth and pulled him over on top of me as we continued to
tongue war each other.

"I hope we can do this again."  I said, as I ran my fingers through his
blond hair.

"You better believe it!"  Ryan said.  "My dad is going to freak when he
hears about this."

I almost had a heart attack right there.

"Don't get excited!  Who do you think taught me to do all this stuff?  He
takes me around to the library or wherever so I can find other guys to play
with.  He says I wear him out."

"I believe it."  I said.  My heart rate slowed as I began relaxing again.

"I bet you and dad could have fun together too, heck, all three of us and
my brother too."  Ryan said.

"Where's your mom?"  I asked curiously.

"Who the hell knows?  Or cares?"  He sure didn't seem to.  "She left when I
was eight and Harry was five."

"I don't even know your last name."  I said, amazed I hadn't thought to ask
before now.

"Little.  Ryan Paul Little."  He smiled and kissed me again.

"Okay then, Mr. Little.  I guess we need to get you back to your dad.  I'm
sure he'll be pleased to have the evening off."

"Evening off?  Nope, just the afternoon.  I'll want to play again before
bed."

I dropped my head back to the pillow and rolled my eyes.