Date: Sun, 17 Apr 2005 16:59:21 -0500
From: Brian Nelsen <bucknaked@email.com>
Subject: Making The Team

As always, I get my story ideas from the things I see everyday.  That is as
realistic as this story gets.  Again, the child star is an accurate
description for a boy his age.  I just think it takes away from the story
to have to believe that a pre-pubescent boy is blessed with a John Holmes
sized penis and the gallons of cum that go with it.

Futher, for those people that doubt this would ever happen in real life, I
say they are right.  Children rarely are interested in having sex with an
adult, let alone on the first meeting.  But if your reading this, I take it
you're looking for a quick climax - and this is just fiction so just go
with it.

The adult star in this case has very minimal character development or
description.  If you're reading stories in this category, then I assume
odds are your fasicnation is with the underage characters.  Like any
hetersexual porn movie, the adult is merely a prop in this story and a
description doesn't change the outcome.

Traditionally, I write the entire story and then if needed break it up in
to smaller parts (I know how many kb it takes for me to cum and I try to
keep the stories the same size); this is a little different.  This is the
first part of the story, I'm dealing with writers block trying to get the
second part done.  So in a rare move, here's the first part.  If you have
suggestions for the second part, e-mail away and I'll see if it unblocks
the creative juices.

STANDARD LEGAL STUFF:

*This is completely fictional, except as already noted persons, places, and
events referred to in this story are completely fictional.

*If it is illegal for you to be reading this, either because of age or some
other factor, STOP READING NOW!

*Lastly, if stories involving sex between adults and minors, oral sex,
swimming, riding in elevators etc. are a turn off for you, STOP READING
NOW!

If none of this applies, sit back and enjoy.

E-mail rants, raves, etc can be directed to bucknaked@email.com (its my
would be porn star name).  Don't bother flaming I won't waste time reading
it.


Making The Team (Mb, Oral)


I was in town for training for my sales job, it was approaching the end
what had been two weeks of mind numbing classes.  So far, my only reprive
was that a boys swim team had invaded the hotel I was staying at for a meet
at the college nearby that week.  I'd seen them running around in their
Speedo's since they had arrived on Tuesday, their young hairless bodies
drenched and glistening with pool water.  I judged their ages to be range
between 7 and 12, it was a virtual boy buffet.

It was late Wednesday, I was returning to my room after what was a
particularly boring day of sales classes.  The elevator doors were closing
when a small hand stuck between them causing them to reverse.  The hand was
soon joined by an arm attached to a shaggy blonde haired boy.  I judged him
to be about nine years old.  Greyish-blue eyes, a slightly upturned nose
and full red lips rounded out the rest of his face.  A pair of green
goggles crowned his narrow shoulders.  His nipples were the size and color
of pennies having darkened in the summer sun with the rest of his body.
His tan lines were broken only by the faded blue Speedo style swimsuit
hugging his slender hips, they gave me the slightest hint of the boyhood
they cradled.  His legs were slender, but muscular and gave evidence of his
time spent swimming.

He extended his hand and introduced himself as Garrett.  I felt obligated
to reply with my name as well.

"Nice to meet you," he said as he smiled at me.

As people in elevators do, we both faced forward and pushed the buttons for
our respective floors.  His was the 21st, mine was the 23rd.  I would have
plenty of time to admire the boy god I shared the elevator with.  With his
back to me, I could lust over the firm round globes his Speedo cradled.  I
could faintly make out the indentation in his backside that seperated the
two globes from each other.  At that moment I would have paid any amount of
money to tease the pucker I knew they guarded.

I had been fiddling with the key card to my room.  Distracted, it fell from
my hands.  I turned to pick it up, my gaze was distracted for only a
second.  When I turned back, Garrett's speedo had ridden down some on his
hips.  The dimple that began the crevice between his soft fleshy globes was
barely visible, but I could definitely see the beginnings of his most
private place.  When Garrett had boarded the elevator, his speedo had been
snug.  I couldn't imagine he'd suddenly had a wardrobe malfunction of his
own; was it possible he'd lowered them himself?

I took in what seemed like every cell of his exposed dimple.  Since the
arrival of the boys on Tuesday, I'd returned to my room numerous times to
jerk off furiously as images of them floated in and out of my fantasies.  I
was determined to memorize every inch of his exposed flesh.  I could feel
my own manhood rise in my boxers; I didn't want to lose control of the
situation.  I feared my own obvious arousal would lead to questions I
couldn't answer; at the same time, I didn't think Garrett's wardrobe
malfunction was any less accidental then the more famous one.  I managed to
distract myself and keep my arousal in check; my greatest fear was the
elevator doors opening and someone from the AARP convention, also in town,
catching me with my manhood buried deep in what I suspected was Garretts
willing ass.  I doubted there would be applause from the in studio audience
if that happened.

An audible ding caught my attention.  We had reached the 21st floor.
Garret stepped off the elevator and turned to face me.

"Good bye," he said.

I wanted to stay focused on his stunning grey-blue eyes, but I couldn't
help but notice the V of his belly that had been covered by his Speedo when
I first became acquainted with him.  The V pointed as if to draw attention
to his boyhood.  I didn't think it was an optical illusion that it seemed
to have grown since he first boarded the elevator, that it quivered
slightly confirmed what I'd suspected about Garrett all along.

The doors started to close, something green on the deep red carpet caught
my attention.  It was Garretts swim goggles, they had somehow fallen off
him; or had he left them there for me?  I didn't have time to ponder his
motives.  I thrust a hand foward as he had done on the ground floor and the
doors retreated.  I stepped into the hallway just in time to see Garretts
irresistable backside enter a room down the hall.  I counted off the rooms
and reached 21-120.  I guessed this was the right room, if not I could
easily make some excuse and be on my way.

I knocked on the door.  I could hear Garrett's voice on the other side.

"Just a minute!"

A second later the door handle turned and I was greeted by Garrett, this
time clad only in a towel.

"Oh, you found my goggles.  Thanks"

I offered them to him.  I expected him take them from me and I would be on
my way.  Garrett had other plans in mind.

"Hey, I'm having trouble with the TV.  Do you think you could help me?"

I figured it was a ruse.  For that matter, he might as well have asked me
for help with his clogged pipes; I'd seen that porn many times on the hotel
pay channel already.  I glanced both ways, the coast was clear.  A quick
glance into him room assured me he was the only occupant at that moment.  I
crossed the threshhold into his room.  I turned to lock the door behind me.
Rape wasn't in my vocabulary, I just didn't want to explain what I was
doing in a hotel room with a nine year old boy I wasn't related to should
the maid or other hotel staff come around.  I turned to approach the TV,
maybe he was really having TV problems.

Garrett had an amazing ability to sense when I was distracted.  I turned to
face him.  The first thing that registered was the hotel towel crumpled on
the floor.  It took just a minute longer to for Garrett's naked body to
register with my senses.  His boyhood had inflated to three inches and was
pointing straight at me, almost rudely.  I was speechless.

"Is this what you had in mind?"

I could feel my own manhood leaking in my boxers.  I could make up some
story and excuse myself playing it safe; but my manhood hand tented out the
khakis I had worn to work.  I could tell him whatever I thought he'd
believe, but my pants would tell the truth no matter what I said.

"Sure"

It was the only word I could seem to get my mouth to form.  He propped
himself up on the bed.  I was on auto pilot.  I approached him and dropped
to my knees.  My mouth already forming the O I would encircle his pulsating
boyhood with.  He lifted his hips and guided his boyhood into my mouth.  My
hands naturally seemed to find the globes of his ass and used them as
handholds driving him deeper into my mouth.  He reeked of sweaty boy and
chlorine.  It was driving me wild.  He whimpered as my assault on his
boyhood continued.  I was lost in my own passion.  I probed his crevice
with a finger and found the wrinkled pucker I was looking for.  I jabbed at
it with my lone finger.  It relented, granting me access to his warm
tightness.  He moaned.

I'd had the pleasure of fucking my next door neighbor's thirteen year old
son on several occasions the summer before this one.  I thought there was
no greater pleasure on this earth then that final thrust driving myself
completely inside of him and emptying my cum deep in his bowels.  He was
tight, but Garrett's pucker was like a vice grip on my invading digit.  I
knew at that moment I wanted to, I had to, bury my manhood in his tighest
of love chutes and flood him with my cum.

I felt Garrett's pucker clamp down on my finger, I knew what was coming
next.  Garrett squealed as his dry orgasm overtook him and then settled
into a soft moan as the pleasure I'd brought him spread throughout his
body.  I became concerned that someone would hear Garrett's squeal and come
investigate.  It occurred to me that anyone that could recognize the sound
of a nine year old boy in the midst of an orgasm would probably have some
explaining of their own to do; I let my concerns slip from my mind.  I
thought this would be the extent of our passion together.  I was wrong.
Garrett recovered quickly from his orgasm and was still as rock hard as
only a nine year old boy can be.  I'd stood up by now expecting to leave
shortly.  Garrett wasn't done with me yet.

He reached out with his paw of a hand and slid my zipper down.  He clumsily
fished around in my pants until I felt his hand slip through the fly in my
boxers and grip my engorged manhood.  It seemed as if it was my turn now.
Garrett guided my swollen manhood past his full lips until I could feel his
upturned nose brushing against my close cropped pubes.  This kid had
swalled all of me!  He formed the same O I had formed in welcoming his
boyhood and began sucking on me like a baby cow nurses from its mother.
This kid was amazing, I had to beleive this couldn't have been his first
time.  It wasn't long before I felt my own manhood twitch and flood his
small mouth with my cum.  Despite frequent jerking off, with all the boys
from the swim team around my hormones were in overdrive.  I still managed
to leave Garrett with what I thought was more then a mouthful for him.  He
released his hold on my manhood and swalled the load I'd given him.  I
watched as his small tounge darted out to catch a small drop that had
landed at the corner of his mouth.

"I think Mikey will approve."

"Who's Mikey?"  I asked.

"You'll find out," he said, "just be here at the same time tomorrow"

I cupped his face in my hands.  I planted my lips on his and kissed him.  I
felt his tounge enter my mouth.  The taste I assumed was remnants of my own
cum.  I didn't particularly like tasting my own cum, but he'd given me
probably the best blow job of my life and swallowed all of it which was a
major turn on for me.  I felt it was the least I could do.

"You better go," he said "we'll both get in trouble if my chaperone comes
back and you're still here."

I let myself out.  As I heard the door click I swore I could make out the
sounds of a nine year old boy furiously jacking off.  I knew I wouldn't be
disappointed tomorrow.