Date: Sat, 10 Nov 2001 17:20:37 -0800
From: Cats Tales <catstales@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lucky Me Chapter 01 (t,b)

Lucky Me
By CatsTales@hotmail.com

Note:

The following story contains explicit details of fictional sex between Men,
Teen and younger boys. Anyone finding this sort of material offensive and
anyone not legally old enough to read it should close here.

The characters and events are purely fictional and not intended to portray
any real events, condone or encourage any of the activities described.

Lucky Me
By CatsTales

Chapter One-Shower Glory


I'd never considered myself very lucky; in fact, the opposite was pretty
much the way I felt my life had been going in the first sixteen years. My
name is Nicholas Garant, Nick to my few friends and I want to tell you how
all that changed on one hot, July afternoon this year. That's when Barry and
his family moved into the house across the street from ours and I first got
a glimpse of him darting inside with a cardboard box. As many years as I'm
given, that image will never fade, god willing.

Two long years had past since I'd admitted to myself that I liked guys more
then girls, well boys to be exact. Hairy, muscular men did nothing to excite
me, but lean, slim boys, oh man I lost count of the number times such images
filled my brain as I stroked myself in the bathtub, my bed, the school
bathrooms, you name it, I jacked off there.

Ever since my younger cousin, by two years, had happily played Truth or
Dare, the dares becoming increasingly 'daring' and wound up with us both
naked, hard as flag poles, making the pledge of silence that so many little
guys do when they really want to see what sex is like, but don't wanna be
called queer. He was so anxious, he even declared he would go first, and my
twelve year old cousin Darren was the person to touch me in a sexual manner,
with more then hands and even let me blow my load into his inexperienced
mouth, which he spit into a tissue, declaring it wasn't all that bad.

But it was the smell, feel and taste of his erotically smooth, hairless body
that set my mind forever in the direction of younger dudes. The rampantly
erect four inches that pulsed between my lips. The squeaks, that when his
voice changed would become moans. The whole body tension, as his orgasm
overtook him with my lips sealed tightly around his quivering shaft. The few
drops of his precious, not quite cum, which tasted so delicious and sweet.

Two days of his families visit, much of which he and I spent alone,
providing each other with orgasm after orgasm, by hand, mouth, and finally
each others anus. Fucking Darren was the highlight of my life, for he found
he really enjoyed it after the initial pain each time, which totaled three,
twice the final night we shared my bed.

Now I watched as directly across the street emerged the most beautiful boy I
had ever seen, toting in more what I assumed things for his room. I saw a
small TV, the requisite video game system, a small "boom box", then
assisting a man, whom I assumed was his father, lug a twin sized mattress
and box spring inside. My mind quickly fantasized what he would look like
naked on that bed and I swore I would find out, vehemently putting my fears
aside. I had to have him. My heart pounding, semi-hard cock being willed to
stay that way, I walked out our door and headed across the street.

"Hi," I half spoke, half squeaked, my voice betraying my excitement, "Uh,
(cough), looks like you could use some help. My name's Nick, Nicholas, I
live across the street."

"Hi," he said somewhat hesitantly looking me over. I could almost see his
mind working, his apprehension I knew at such an older guy, remembering the
disdain that I felt High Schoolers had heaped upon me. I could see the
change as he decided I wasn't being the typical, sarcastic, arrogant buy he
was used too. "My names Barry."

"Well, hi there, I'm Fran Conner, I see you two have met, do you live around
here?" I was so taken by here son's physical presence; I hadn't noticed the
woman who came out of the door.

"Yes, Ma'am, my names Nick, pleased to meet you. I put on my best airs,
dying to make a good impression. "I live right across the street," pointing
to the home I shared with my mother.

"Oh yes," she smiled back, "The Real Estate agent mentioned there was a nice
young man in the neighborhood, I'm glad to see it wasn't just a sales pitch.
I hope to get to meet your parents very soon."

I blushed a slight crimson at the compliment, but managed to respond, "It's
just me and Mom, my Dad lives in Florida, they got divorced a couple years
ago."

"Oh, I am sorry, Nick," she apologized, "Barry and I are moving here for the
same reason, his father and I separated three months ago."

"He's an asshole." Barry said with disdain.

"BARRY! No more language like that!" she chided, but not with a lot of force
behind it.

"Yeah," I half smiled, knowing there wouldn't be any male influence to stand
in my way, "My Dad's not much of a peach, either."

We shared a polite laugh and I offered my services, so Barry, his mother and
I started removing the remainder of the boxes, and stuff from the small
rented truck. Most of their things had already arrived, the bigger stuff,
and been carted in by the movers, so the work wasn't that hard. We still
managed a pretty sweat though, which quickly offered my first opportunity to
explore the possibilities of Barry's seduction.

After the last box was deposited in what would be their living room, Barry's
mother commented that she hoped the Gas Company would arrive soon, as there
was no hot water for a shower yet and made Barry blush a million shades of
red by saying he was getting old enough to produce "that male smell" when he
perspired.

I jumped at the chance, and with his mother's approval, Barry clutching a
change of clothes; we headed across the street so he could use my shower. My
mom was still working, so I knew there would be no interruption to be
concerned with, and I thought furiously on the subject of seeing Barry naked
after only a couple of hours of meeting him.

There was a defining tension once inside my room and I decided to play it
cool, showing him where the bathroom was, closing the door and saying I'd go
after him. It wasn't long before I heard the distinct splashing of his piss
in the toilet bowl, which sent my always-ready sixteen-year-old cock into a
complete, throbbing erection, as my mind envisioned what his naked body
might be like.

The shower was turned on and I fought the urge to burst in and simple rape
him, knowing in the back of my mind that I wanted more then deviant sex. I
was hoping beyond hope that Barry and I could become lovers and share the
marvelous delights of a totally consensual relationship. Forcing myself not
to focus on the water cascading over his what was probably completely
hairless young body was the most difficult task I'd ever been faced with,
and was losing the battle every ten seconds or so, as the sound of his
shower filled the quiet confines of my room.

"Aw, shit," I heard over the running water, "NICK, help me will ya, I got
fuckin' soap in my eyes and I can't find the towel!"

'Oh gawd' I thought, I'm gonna get to see him and a split second later was
bursting through the bathroom door, grabbing the towel and flinging the
glass door back, revealing a very wet, soapy, perfect specimen of boyhood,
as he clenched his eyes shut in obvious despair.

"H...he...here," I stuttered, eyes taking in the most beautiful sight they'd
ever seen.

His body gleamed in the water, a nice tan everywhere except where it would
be covered by shorts, or a swimsuit. My eyes took in the perfect, cut little
penis, pink and hardly flopping as he furiously struggled to get the soap
out his eyes. It looked to be about two inches and there were about ten
hairs plastered wet against his groin, only visible because they were
blacker then the hair on his head. The appealing sack that had obviously
descended with the very beginnings of puberty was smooth and without blemish
or hair, but did jostle wonderfully as he wiped his eyes.

I stared blatantly, not even realizing the offending substance had been
cleared successfully, and the cute boy was now able to see that I was
checking him out. I couldn't take my eyes off his beautiful little cock and
balls and much to my shock, gawked as the smallish appendage twitched and
began to stiffen very rapidly.

"Kinda small, huh?" I barely heard as the pole stiffened completely and
poked straight out at me.

"Huh?" I grunted.

"I got kind of a small dick," he repeated, his fingers slipping down from
the towel, thumb and forefinger encircling the shaft and he stroked it
gently.

"It's perfect!" I hoarsely whispered.

He blushed and looked down at himself, then back up to me and in a soft,
barely audible voice, whispered, "I bet yours is a lot bigger."

"Not by that much." I managed to reply.

"Can I see it?" he ventured, a gleam in those two depth filled eyes.

A moment's pause, not believing what I was hearing, caused him to repeat the
request, adding, "Get in the shower with me!"

Unbelievably, I willed my hands to practically rip the clothes from my body
and step into the gloriously hot, splashing water, deliriously close to the
most desirable person I'd ever seen.

"Man," he panted, "Nice one, can I touch it?"

He never waited for a reply, thank goodness, for I was frozen, achingly
erect and unable to do anything at the moment. When his little hand slide
down my stomach and took possession of my pride and joy, I nearly fainted in
ecstasy. He stroked it's modest five and half inches with what was obviously
a practiced technique, but my only focus was on the overwhelming feelings
that were coursing through my gasping, excited body.

"Ah, can't help it" I grunted, and my cock exploded, balls releasing my pent
up adolescent sperm after only three, long, delicate trips of his fingers
along the almost painfully erect shaft of my cock.

"OH WOW," he exclaimed, pumping a little faster and harder.

I fired three shots that we could actually hear splat against the tiled
surface of the shower, and then two more that sort of dribbled out over his
hand that continued to pump on my sixteen-year-old cock.

"Oh gawd," I moaned and gripped his wrist, "Stop, please, it's too much!"
and I slumped against the back wall, breath heaving, my cock already
beginning to deflate.

"MAN, NICK," he exclaimed as I slowly came back to reality, "YOU REALLY
SHOOT HARD!"

"Only cuz it was such a great looking guy doin it," I blurted out, and then
looked to see his little boycock bouncing with excitement. "Ever been sucked
off?" I bravely enquired.

"Naw, my buddy and I never tried that, we just jacked each other."

Oh glory days, I thought with glee, he's had experience. This was turning
out to be the luckiest day of my life!

To be continued????

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