Date: Mon, 12 Nov 2001 20:19:17 -0800
From: Cats Tales <catstales@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lucky Me - Chapter Two

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 Two - My Bed Becomes a Shrine

After the most intense orgasm since my first oral sex with my younger
cousin, my focus turned to the perfection sharing the luckiest day of my
life. So Far.

We dried each other off, most carefully, and from the touch I received I
knew that Barry was far more into this then just preadolescent curiosity. It
was delicate, caring caresses with the fluffy white towel, urging my
single-minded, sixteen year old penis into another fervent, tightly
quivering erection.

When my turn came, my whole being was fulfilled at that moment; I'd been
blessed with a boy god that melted in my hands. If he were feline of
species, he would have purred a deep, pleasant melody as I moved the soft
cloth over every inch of stunning, lean frame.

The most enticing feature had returned to it's cute, little boyhood state,
the accompanying peach pit sized sack hanging loosely, the nuggets within
churning, producing what I hoped would be sweet nectar to possess and
enslave me with it's mystic flavor. Bare fingers caressing the soft pliant
appendage, spongy soft flesh quickly reacting and firming up, with only the
speed tumescence can provide, I found my altar and gently moved us silently
to the temple I hoped to construct within my bedroom.

I carefully maneuvered Barry to lie supine across my small, queen size bed,
and stood beside to behold perfection in my minds eye. Surely no creature on
earth was more beautiful, more enticing, and more desirable then the supple,
softly downed youth that reclined so comfortably, staring back at me. Not
with lust of sexual desire, but with excited anticipation and what I
perceived as complete acceptance of my desire to pleasure, to take his
consciousness to only levels that he'd dreamed about, too afraid that his
previous companion would perceive his desire and be damned by his most inner
desires.

Barry and I had become one, and I was about to seal that pact, not with
experienced practice, but with a devotion that leads and supplies all the
required skills that some so callously obtain through trade. Yet not a word
had passed between us from bathroom to bedroom.

I lowered myself slowly to lie next to him, my hand gently reaching to
stroke his supple, downy cheek. The gleam in his beautiful hazel eyes shown
as a soft smile creased his magnificent features and leaning in, I softly
kissed his ruby lips, hand gently falling to his chest, smoothly gliding
across the velvet skin of his chest.

"I'm already in love with you, Barry." I whispered in his ear, nibbling his
earlobe as my left hand slide across right, dime sized nipple, already
rather pointed and firm.

"Show me, I want you too, I want you to teach me. Nicholas, I've dreamed of
being right here," my boy god whispered, taking my face within those soft,
almost delicate hands, eyes' boring into me, confirming that he was indeed
mine with a strong will that incarcerated my soul.

I nuzzled the softness of his neck, teethed the soft flesh, eliciting a
barely audible moan and moved to suckle his left nipple, fingers still
toying with the right as they both turned hard and pointed. Finding saliva
was difficult, but his increase in breath was as though a sumptuous meal had
been laid before a starving, pitiful soul and soon a delicate sheen was
present on his heaving, velvety chest and I dropped my hand to caress the
even more sumptuous region of his firm, young thighs.

My kisses trailed through the middle of his lithe frame, till I felt his
steel hard firmness stab into the lower portion of my jaw. My fingers
trailed in between his legs, and they spread immediately, allowing access to
the nether land between. My lips barely touched the blood engorged tip of
his boyhood, gentle butterfly kisses that produced a long, tortured moan of
anxious question. The wetness of my tongue slicked up the full length of his
finger sized shaft, quivering and trembling as the tip slide slowly from tip
to base.

To a groan of ecstasy, I abruptly drew both tender morsels of eleven year
old boyhood within my mouth and gently played them within the moist, warm
wetness, tongue flipping each a minute distance.

"NICHOLAS!" Barry cried, "YOUR KILLING ME!" and hands intertwined in my
hair, his eyes screwed tightly shut, head jerking one way, then the other,
body taut, barely moving as I sucked upon his tight nutsack.

My index finger probed between the suppleness of his shapely buttocks and
upon finding the warm wetness of his anus, I freed his testicles and dove
upon his shuddering boyhood, encasing the full length and letting my spittle
coat it once again.

"AHHHHH" he groaned, nearly painful in nature, but the thin hips responding
as nature intended, driving his immature, yet demanding spear further into
it's new found cave of sexual pleasure.

I sucked and succored as best my experience allowed, feeling his pleasure
within my mind, recalling all I'd ever dreamt, fantasized and only once ever
practiced, giving my little boy god my all.

"UH UH UHHHHHHHHH" he squeaked and grabbing my ears, drove his pelvis
against me, crushing my nose to his barely furred groin, and frantically
gasping breath, lean chest heaving, legs thrust straight out.

Just as the tip of my finger slide into his virginal rectum, a long wail
escaped from his lips and his testicles burst forth, spewing the first shot
of his release against my tonsils. I don't know where the thought came from,
but I quickly moved my lips up and encased just the tight mushroom hood of
his little cock, just in time to capture the second volley, without it
sliding down my throat. A third and my own pent up testicles spewed as well,
coating his lower stomach in a mass of white, sticky sperm.

Barry convulsed with his orgasm, body not within his control, fingers
twisted in my hair painfully, but only after I had exhausted his hairless,
eleven-year-old testicles of the sweetest, most delicately flavored taste
I'd ever had the ecstasy to consume.

The collapse was amazing and I actually became a little fearful as his still
quivering, bobbing little penis popped out from between my lips and his
saturated, totally spent frame dropped to bed, his breath so ragged and
uneven that I felt he might be having a seizure or heart attack. Unfounded,
as his eyes fluttered open, his hands pulling at my chin, face moving
forward, lips smashing against mine, arms encasing my back and he kissed me
with such intensity that my own heart began to stutter and miss it's
synchronous beats.

We lay together, naked as brought into the world; bodies one with each as we
fainted into blissful, totally fulfilled unconsciousness.

End Chapter Two

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