Date: Wed, 9 Sep 2015 12:37:46 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Matinee Idol

The idea for this story came to me in that half-awake/asleep mode about
4:30 in the morning. I immediately thought about TB model Robby (not
Robbie) to play the part. Not just because he's cute but his pix gives the
impression of a certain amount of haughty assertive sexuality that my
character has. The "I want you to fuck me," attitude. I think he's perfect
for the story. I did take some artistic liberty by making my boy older than
what I suspect the real Robby is. Thus, he is physically more mature than
what I believe the real Robby to be. For those who don't know, I have
thousands of boy faces on file. That's faces, not nudes. Sometimes a face
will stimulate a story but mostly I have a story idea then find a face that
I can use to model my main characters after. Works for me. Based on the
amount of email I get, it seems to work for you too.

Hugs... Tag_m

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I decided that I wanted to go to a movie. I had 5 days off of work,
vacation days that needed to be burned up before the new fiscal year or I'd
lose them. I had lost days in previous years and I didn't like it. I
elected to go to the Towne Center Theater because they have amazing
seats. Like a Lazy Boy, they are almost wide enough for 2 people and
recline to wherever you want along with a commensurate foot rest; all with
the push of a button. The arm rests are wide so you don't have to fight
with the person next to you for space and the cup holders as huge. It's
pretty sweet.

Another plus was that school was back in session so there wouldn't be any
kids at the theaters. By that I mean, hordes of them. I don't mind kids but
when they get mobbed up they tend to be unruly and disruptive. So, take the
kids out of the picture and I figured that the first showing of the day,
the 10 A.M. matinee, had the probability of being nearly empty. Considering
that I'd had a movie to myself in the past, the probability was high.

Another thing I liked about the theater was that I could go online to
reserve a seat and pick the seat I wanted. The little interactive map
showed which seats were taken and in this case there were no other seats
reserved. It was too good to be true. So I reserved my seat, fixed a small
breakfast so that I would have room for popcorn and was out of the house by
9:15.

When I checked in the kid giving out tickets said I was still the only
person in the theater. I got my popcorn, buttered and still hot, a soda and
went in and plopped my ass down. It took another 15 minutes to get through
the bullshit before the film started and just as the lights were dimming a
body passed in front of me.

"Fuck," was my first thought but I amended it quickly if only
temporarily. The person was a boy, who didn't look older than 13 and was
most likely younger. The kid had a blanket under one arm, not unusual in
the Towne Center multiplex, popcorn in one hand and a soda in the
other. The blanket was more than understandable since the boy was only
wearing a pair of sport shorts.

"S'cuse me," he said softly as he passed, his voice still the high pitch of
a youngling. He didn't have to say it actually as the access was quite
liberal but I supposed he was apologizing for blocking my view, even if
only for a second. As he passed and as he turned to sit down I admired a
very slender boy butt framed nicely by the fabric of his shorts which had a
slight indent along his crack and thus highlighting each globe.

I reached for my soda about the time he was setting his down so our
knuckles grazed each other.

"Sorry," he whispered.

"S'okay," I responded, "no worries." As the opening credits began to roll
he asked,

"Have you seen it yet?" I shook my head and said I hadn't.

"This is my second time," he responded. "It's scary in parts. Don't be
surprised if I grab your arm or your hand."

"I won't, I promised him. He had held eye contact throughout that little
conversation. He was a damned cute boy. His brown hair was a little on the
long side and in somewhat of a disarray that seemed planned, that being the
style these days. His eyes were huge and a doe eyed brown color, framed by
thick brows and lashes that girls dreamed of having. Full pink lips
dominated a perfect chin. The boy wasn't just cute he was a boy idol.

He reached over with his other hand and very gently gripped my forearm. "I
knew I could count on you," he said sweetly. The actual movie began so we
settled into our seats. My brain was going a hundred miles an hour
wondering, or should I say hoping, how this was going to turn out.

The first intense scene came about 8 minutes into the film and lasted 1
minute and a half and the boy had gripped my arm so I moved my other arm
and patted his hand. He smiled in gratitude then turned his eyes back to
the screen, eventually letting go of me.

"Sorry," he whispered and I whispered back that it was okay. Fifteen
minutes later it happened again only this time he reached over, found my
hand and took it. This time the boy didn't let go, he just relaxed after
the scene played and kept a loose grip on me. I didn't try to take my hand
away.

The next tense scene the boy leaned over the arms of our seats and wrapped
his arms around my neck and shoulder and at one point buried his face in my
neck so he wouldn't see the screen. When the scene was over he didn't seem
to prone to move but stayed where he was at. A few minutes later another
scene and another gripping of my shoulders.

"It would be easier of I just sat with you," he said with a grin. I nodded
my head, agreeing with the principle but not necessarily actually doing
it. The boy didn't read it that way.

"Okay," he said and stood and moved right up to the front of my
chair. "Scoot over," he whispered. I was so surprised that I scooted
over. The boy moved into the vacated area and was almost slender enough to
fit but no quite so the edge of his narrow butt was pushed up against the
arm of the seat.

"Put your arm around me, it will give me more room." I did as he asked the
adorable little thing snuggled right into me. His right arm had to go
across my chest or belly or rest on my thigh. Of course it could also have
rested on my crotch and as brazen as the kid was I didn't think he'd do
that. Not that I would have minded in the least. He elected to lay it
across my belly, since we were half way reclined. His left arm, being
trapped between us simply lay on my hip right at the joint of my pelvis and
hip, so close to my cock it was unbelievable.

"You're warm," he whispered and let his head rest on my shoulder as much to
be comfortable as anything else. Understand that when I go to watch a flick
I typically wear a light weight cotton pajama pant. Generally I wouldn't
considering wearing them anywhere in public but I liked them for the
movies. They allowed me move around with the constrictions that come with
jeans and they're warmer than sport shorts, hence the blanket that the boy
had brought with him. I can also curl up or sit with one leg curled under
me. They were perfect movie going wear.

I let my left arm draped across my belly just above his, forearms
touching. Needless to say when the next tense scene came up his hands
gripped me, the arm on my belly grasping onto my forearm while the one on
my hip flexed its fingers right down between my balls and inner thigh.

When the scene completed and he relaxed, the boy left his hand where it
was. I was worried that I'd get hard. The boy pulled his right hand away to
scratch his nose and when he put it back it rested right on top of my
cock. You know what happened next. A tense scene came on the screen and the
boy's hand gripped my cock. It took him a moment to realize where his hand
was at, not that I doubted for a moment that he didn't already know.

"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry," he said, looking at me. From my perspective he
didn't appear sorry or contrite in the least. The big clue was that he
didn't move his hand. He didn't keep gripping my cock but his hand didn't
move.

"I'm not too worried about it; it's okay," I said softly.

"Are you sure? I can move it if you want me to." I said. I told the boy
that it was up to him. But that it didn't bother me.

"It's soft and squishy," he said softly, his fingers gently probing.

"I can't promise that it will stay that way."

"Would it get hard?"

"Wouldn't yours?"

"I guess but I won't know until unless you do it." By this time neither of
us were paying any attention to the movie and our faces were no more than 6
to 8 inches apart. I knew that the expression on my face was one of
questioning.

"Go ahead, it's okay, I want you to." Keeping my eyes focused on his I
reached across and put my hand on the front of his shorts. The little shit
was stone hard and it felt like he was going commando. As I gripped his
stuff the boy gasped audibly and closed his eyes and at the same time his
had gripped my cock which by that time was half way to being for any work
it might be called upon to do.

The boy worked his left out from between us then opened his eyes and
without another word leaned forward and put his mouth against mine, tilting
his head so that our lips would fit together perfectly. The hand that was
recently freed went to the back of my head and held on while his tongue
pressed into my mouth.

"Oh god," he moaned softly after pulling his mouth from mine but barely
because when he spoke his lips moved against mine. He went back at it, all
the while his hand was working my cock but not for long. He moved it up
then back down underneath my sweats to work it on the outside of my briefs.

"Feel my cock and my balls. Put your hand up the leg of my shorts and feel
me," he commanded, his voice deepened in lust. I moved my hand then slipped
it up inside the boys' short and found his young balls, unfettered by
underwear. They were soft, warm, and totally smooth as far as I could tell.

"Yes," the boy hissed when I cupped and tugged on the eggs discovering that
if felt like they were dropped. I moved upward, feeling up his boner as I
went. The boy was hard as a nail and I discovered right away that he was
still intact. He felt large to me, as had his balls. I would have initially
pegged him at 4 inches or a little more but what I was feeling was
definitely more than that.

I stroked his cock while he worked his hand underneath my briefs and found
my own hard cock.

"God you feel huge," he in a husky voice as he stroked my cock. My hand
moved and my fingers graced his pubic bone right at the base of his cock
and I swear I could feel the very beginning of hair.

"I want to see your big cock," he said. Obviously I glanced around.

"I dunno, someone could come in." It sounded lame even to me since the
movie had started almost an hour before and not a soul had come through the
doors.

"Come on," he said, standing up and grabbing his blanket. Like a good
little robo-tron I got up and followed him. I should have known.

When you enter multi-plex theaters, you go into a small vestibule from the
lobby or a hallway. Typically there are a set of doors to left and a set to
the right to get into the theater proper. Some only have a single set on
one side. If you go through them then go around the wall and back to the
other side of the theater, sometimes there are a pair of seats on the
opposite side of where the other set of entry doors would have been. It
created a little nook between the vestibule wall and the theater wall. If
you're lucky there are 2 pairs of seats, the front set pretty much blocking
the back set from view. In other words, if I had my pants down in the seat
closest to the theater wall behind the first set of seats and the kid has
his face in my lap nobody would know unless they walked up the single step
to the little nook and actually looked down into the space between the
front and back sets of seats. Not perfect, but pretty fucking close.

The planets and stars, my life line and his must have been in perfect
confluence because there were 2 sets of seats and it was dark as hell,
other than the light provided by the movie and that was intermittent. The
boy directed me to the seat closest to the wall and I sat down.

"Now take your pants down so I can see your cock." I did as he asked,
lifted my butt up off the seat enough to my clothes to my knees then
figured fuck it and shoved them to my ankles. The boy got to his knees
straight away. I watched him put his face in close, the light from the
movie playing offering enough lumens to see by.

The expression on his smooth young face seemed like one of awe. Like he was
a peasant prostrate before his god. Maybe it was his first cock although
given his assertive, almost aggressive, behavior I doubted that. Maybe he
just loved cock so much that he was swooning over it. Maybe, like a good
wine, he wanted to savor all of the subtle and not so subtle complexities
of it before partaking it. I don't know; don't care. All I knew what that I
had an adorable and eager young boy at my front door and in the words of
Sir Paul McCartney, I better open the door and let 'em in.

As those words were passing through my brain my cock head was passing
through the young boys' lips and a moment later warmth and incredible
feelings radiated out from the center of my soul. I could hear soft moans
coming from deep in the boy's throat as his pretty little head bobbed in my
lap.

One hand stroked my cock and the other fondled my balls and it wasn't but a
minute, and do mean 60 seconds, later I felt my orgasm coming on. No female
had ever sucked my cock like this kid was doing. And it wasn't the
technique it was the enthusiasm, plus the fact that he was an a crazy cute
young boy. My hand rested gently on his head and ruffled his hair a little
bit.

"I'm gonna cum really quick if you don't stop," I finally blurted out. The
boy stopped and got to his feet.

Without ceremony, with a fair adieu, without any fare thee well, without
any I S No Boo kiss my ass or nothing he shoved his shorts to his ankles
and stepped one foot out then flipped out his blanket and held it across
his shoulders like a fucking super hero cape. Without a beat he threw a leg
over my lap then swung the other one up and in a split second was sitting
astraddle on my lap, my boner sticking up and greeting his balls. In the
process of his moving I saw that he was indeed close to if not at 5 hard
inches long. His balls hung low for kid and dangled nicely as he moved.

The boy pressed up against my belly and I would have had to be numb not to
have felt his rigid flesh crushed against me. He ground his hips and
undulated, creating a bump and grind against me all the while mosning
softly.

"God I want you to fuck me so bad. If I had any slippery stuff I'd have you
fuck me right here in the seat just like this." He then mashed his mouth
against mine, kissed me deeply and seemed to bump and grind even harder.

When he was kissing me he was moaning and groaning and yes-ing and
everything else that you might hear a twat in a porno movie do. It was just
a like a breeder porno only he wasn't nearly as loud and he damn sure
wasn't acting. Least I didn't think so.

I held on to the boy and when he stopped kissing he rested his head against
my shoulder. My hands trailed up and down his back and most assuredly down
onto the glorious cheeks of his butt. God they were so small that one hand
more than covered a fleshy orb. Of course that only induced the boy to
grind harder against me. I wasn't sure but I thought I felt some dampness
from his cock head and was a little thrilled at the notion that he was a
sperming boy.

Back to kissing. Kissing with as much vengeance as he had a moment before,
both of his hands on the sides of my face, tongue working overtime to paint
the inside of my mouth and tongue with his saliva. His moans were getting
so loud that, had anyone been in the theater, they couldn't have helped but
hear him.

The boy reached behind him and found my cock and began stroking it. The
stopped and moved his waist back a little in order to take hold of me. "God
I love your boner; it's amazing." I reached out and took hold of his cock,
the flesh standing rigidly straight. I stroked the boy as he was stroking
me, sliding his foreskin back and forth over his swollen cock head. I let
my hand moved south to cup his nuts which were hanging fully, reveling in
the satiny soft warm skin of his sac and sweet eggs inside. The boy
groaned.

"Fuck I want to cum really bad. Do you want to suck my cock; I'd really
like it if you sucked my cock," he panted. I nodded my head, afraid to
actually use my voice. The boy got off my lap and stood off to my left, his
back to the theater wall and facing the direction that someone would come
from, if someone were to come in. I moved to the front edge of my seat and
ran my hands over his body.

There was enough light from the film to see by, at least much of the
time. I saw a beautiful young boys' cock standing tall and proud in front
of a slightly curved, but not fat, a belly that was typical of a boy his
age and maturity. I had no doubt that over the next year it would transform
into the flat taut belly of a young teenager. Still, the classic V was
present, the creases angling down and in toward his pride and joy and the
hairless sac beneath it.

His balls were fully dropped and while not large, like his cock it would
grow and based on his size then, I figured he would be a healthy boy. I
leaned closer, pulled his foreskin down and moved it back up, enthralled
with the factory cock option that had been robbed from me. I admired his
cock for a brief moment then pulled it down and put my mouth over it then
took the entire thing into my mouth.

I heard a sharp inhale above me as his cock head bounced off the back of my
throat. I got another one as my hand cupped his tender young balls and
gently tugged on them and generally felt them up. My free hand went to his
butt to knead and rub the delicious flesh. I want to be naked with the boy,
naked in a bed and rolling around together, boners crashing into each
other, mouths pressed against each other and then the ultimate; burying my
cock as deep into his boy butt as was physically possible. The boy had the
same idea.

"I need to get fuck and I mean right now. Come with me to my house you can
fuck me there." I stood up, pulling my clothing into place.

"I have some concerns about that, as in, your parents." He shook his
head. The boy had pulled his shorts up but was gripping on his cock through
the clothing.

"I'm staying with my great grandmother and actually I live in a little
apartment above the garage, it's pretty cool. Gramma hasn't been up there
in 10 years so isn't likely to come up now. She's almost legally blind. She
has a lady that comes in a couple times a week and today isn't one of those
days. Honest, we're very safe. Come on."

"Well first of all where are we going," I asked as we walked out into the
lobby. In the light I got a much better look at the boy and he was even
hotter than I had first thought. He was an idol child to be sure.

"You know the street that goes by the mall," he said, pointing in a
specific direction. I nodded my head. "Across the street is a little wooded
area and I live on the other side. It's only a few minutes." I suggested
that I drive my car and leave it in the lot on that side of the mall even
though it wasn't that far. The boy nodded his head. As he followed me the
car I asked his name.

"Robby," he said, "two B's and a Y. Not Robert, certainly not Bob or
Bobby," he informed me in a tone of voice that said that other's had made
those mistakes. "What's your name?"

"Jay," I told him. My name is Jameson so Jay became the nick when I was 4
or 5 and stuck. "May I ask how old you are Robby?"

"Twelve and a half. I turn 13 in March. How old are you?" I repeated my age
to which he replied that I didn't look that old, that old being 41 two
months previously. We got in the car, drove approximately 40 seconds,
around the theater complex, to park in back of it, and got out. We crossed
the street and as soon as we entered the woods Robby took my hand.

"I been wanting to do this for a long time Jay," Robby said, "a year at
least but I've been scared to. I mean, I've tried with a few men but, you
know, sneaky like. Like I did with you." He stopped and faced me, gently
tugging so I bent and we kissed, another mouth mashing sort of thing.

"Fuck I love kissing," he said, taking my hand walking onward but at a
little faster pace. We came out of the woods and went through the gate of a
7 foot tall wooden fence that was in need of a paint job but only after a
quick cleaning of the surface of the boards. We came out alongside a two
car garage that was a good 20 years younger than the house, probably more
than that. A set of exterior stairs, covered from the elements, led upward
and I followed the boy, enjoying the sway of his tender little butt inside
his sport shorts.

The interior of the little apartment was clean, in a little disarray, the
furniture having been rescued from a thrift store by being given a second
chance at life with the same ownership. About what one could expect in an
above garage living quarters. A kitchenette sat in one corner and 2 doors
led off to a bathroom and a bedroom. Robby led me directly to the second
one. The room was clean and orderly, the bed covers having been pulled up
but the bed not necessarily made, according to a mother's definition of the
word.

Robby began undressing immediately so I followed suit, or un-suit as the
case certainly was. The boy was already boning up whereas I was still in a
full default state. Once naked we essentially just looked at each other
from 3 feet away. Robby was gloriously, all boy.

At the top end I loved the messiness of his medium brown hair, highlighted
naturally by lighter strands throughout. His brown eyes were really quite
large and as I said before, framed by thick brows and luxurious
lashes. Robby had amazing lips, very full kissable lips that helped him to
appear naturally sultry.

Robby was slender and well-proportioned. He had the typical gangliness of a
preteen boy on the verge of being a teenager essentially flawless. He had a
small dark mole right above his left clavicle. There was another on his
left side about 3 inches below the small nipple and 3 inches inward onto
his rib cage.

As I said his tummy was slightly rounded from side to side, just as a boy
his age should be. The creases at his hips were deep enough to add bread
definition to his lower parts. Above, the crease of his breast bone did
what it needed to and continued downward in a shallow indentation to his
outie belly button. He wasn't yet old enough for his abdominal muscles to
have much definition and that was okay. However at the outer edges there
some definition; shallow lines that arced outward then curved inward as
they descended.

As stated before his balls were dropped and I could easily see that, the
sac of eggs dangling below his raging hard cock. Speaking of his raging
hard cock it did look close to 5 inches long and stood quivering, tall and
proud in front of his preteen body, the tip red enough to glow in the
dark. He was, as I said, gloriously all boy.

"Do you like how I look Jay?" The question was asked somewhat coquettishly.

"I love how you look Robby. You're amazing." The boy stepped closer to me.

"I love how you look too Jay but we have to do something about this," he
said as he took hold of my limp cock. He dropped to his knees and put his
mouth over the end and began sucking it, his free hand playing with my
balls. Robby got his wish because I began to inflate immediately and
rapidly. Once he was satisfied he stood, took my hand and led me to the
bridal bed.

The covers pulled back we fell onto the queen sized mattress and went
straight into each other's arms for a very solid make out session. Lips
were pressed to lips and in danger of being bruised by teeth beneath
them. Tongues fought the battle of, well, tongues. Hands were everywhere
from hair to kneecaps and everything in between although most of the time
was spend in between.

We stroked each other's cocks, tugged and played with each other's balls,
kneaded and rubbed each other's butt and trailed fingers in butt
cracks. Robby threw one leg up over mine which opened his tender butt up
for exploration and explore it I did, rubbing a finger across his puckered
hole.

There had been plenty of moaning and groaning but when I played with his
hole I got more. "Oh fuck that feels good Jay. I never had my butthole
played with, it feels awesome good."

"When was the last time you washed it," I asked.

"I took a shower a little before I left for the movie," he said. I quickly
flipped around so that we were face to groin. Robby moved right in close
and started sucking my cock and I did the same to him. In the light, and
this close, I could see the suspected sprouts of hair, so small and so few
that they couldn't have started more than a day before. Ha ha that's a
joke. In any case there they were, a dozen or so little light colored
sprouts of varying length, none more than a quarter of an inch long.

I gobbled his cock up until my nose was pressed into his smooth hairless
balls. Robby was just starting to get his boy smells back after having
washed down there an hour or so earlier. I had a hand wrapped around his
ass and the other fondling his balls and gently encouraged the boy to fuck
my mouth. At the other end Robby was doing a credible job of sucking me off
and playing with my balls as well.

I did some re-arranging and in the process got Robby's top leg over my head
and shoulder. It gave me a perfect shot at his balls, the lovely eggs
hanging in the air in front of my face. I loved just looking at them, the
sac at full hang, the larger folds of skin as the sac fell away from his
crotch, the line of his perineum running through the middle of the sac to
end its journey at his asshole, the place I was headed for.

I licked on Robby's balls, pushing the soft eggs around a little bit then
sucking one of them into my mouth. The boy gasped loudly and seemed to
attack my cock with even more enthusiasm. In doing so I gently nudged and
pulled, bringing his young fuck hole closer to my hungry mouth. Whether or
not Robby knew what I was angling for I didn't know. He did move with my
prodding though and that was what counted. Before I knew it I was looking
at his beautiful little hole from mere inches away.

I loved the design of a hole. With a boys' hole everything is smaller and
of course it's smooth. The wrinkles on the outside of the muscle radiated
out like rays from the sun in a painting. Then there were the smaller
wrinkles on the hole muscle itself and of course the darker spot that was
the entryway to paradise. I admired the way butt cheeks flared out slightly
so that when closed they effectively blocked the little drain spout from
sight and quite possibly helped block odors. Such a neat little
apparatus. I raised my head, pulled down on his Robby's butt, bringing us
together.

I didn't need to do any exploratory licks, I just stuck my tongue in there
and went to town as if I were in a stamp licking contest. After the first 4
or 5 swipes and a long moan Robby pushed his little ass backward into my
face. I used both hands to pull the cheeks open as I worked and I'm here to
tell you I didn't miss a thing. I worked on the hole and easily 3 inches in
every direction leading from center. I washed that boy.

I loved rimming boys, not that I'd rimmed all that many, only a few in
fact. But still I loved the textures and the neighborhood. Having a set of
boy balls right next door just made it one of the best places to be.

"Wait a sec Jay," Robby said then pulled away from although not very
far. He was fiddling around with his head board then turned slight and
tossed me a bottle. "Use some of this on your finger and put it in my ass
please." The little idol didn't stop for an answer but pushed his butt back
into my face and went right back to sucking my cock and fondling my
balls. And I went back to licking his hole.

I gave it a moment or two, or a lick or 10 before feeling around for the
bottle, opening it and getting lube on my finger. I moved my mouth to
Robby's balls then slipped a finger up his ass and started fucking him with
it.

"Oh fuck shit," he groaned. He reached around with one hand to pull a butt
cheek open for me then went back to sucking my cock. That didn't last long
either. Robby simply pulled away from then turned and lay on top of me and
began kissing with a vengeance.

"I need you to fuck me Jay. I need your big cock in my asshole." I was a
little surprised at that but don't know why I should have been. Robby took
the lube and while he smeared his hole I slathered my cock.

"Can we try it doggie style first Jay?"

"We can try it however you want to Robby; it's your fuck." He shot me look
that said I was being a smart ass. At least I thought so, it was hard to
tell since his eyes were practically closed. He turned onto his hands and
knees and I knelt behind the boy. I held my cock down and put it against
his flesh and pushed. Of course it didn't go right in, why would it. I
worked my cock head around, gently probing, pulling back and then moving
forward again. I exerted a little more pressure and then a little more. It
took a little working but then the muscle gave up the fight and let me
inside Robby's body.

"Yyyouch," he said, drawing the word out. I stopped moving completely,
hands on his hips and my eyes on my cock disappearing inside the tight warm
hole of a boy.

"Push down like you're trying shit," I whispered. I could feel it when he
did. It took about a minute before he told me to go ahead. "But do it slow,
okay?" I didn't bother to tell him that while this was his first rodeo it
wasn't mine. Instead I slowly inserted my cock into his ass until my pubic
hair was pressed against his tender little lily white butt.

"You're all the way in me aren't you?" I said that I was. "It sure feels
like it's stretching my butthole open." I said that it was. "Are you going
to fuck me now?" I said that I would. And I did.

"I held onto him and began the process, pulling out some then sliding back
inside of him. I didn't change my pace but just kept up a decent medium in
and out. I didn't want to drill the boy quite yet but knowing him as I did,
little though it was, I figured he'd be crying for it before long.

"Oh god it's starting to feel really good Jay," robby groaned. I kept it up
but pulled out a little more and when back in a little harder. The kid was
tight as a drum and I knew that if I didn't manage some sort of control I'd
shoot my sperm into him sooner than either one of us would have liked.

"Can we stop Jay so you can fuck me on my back?" We'd been at it for maybe
3 or 4 minutes. I gently pulled out of him and the boy groaned at the loss
right off the bat. "Jeez it feels weird not having your cock in my butt, I
miss it already," he said with a grin as he rolled over and pulled his legs
back.

I moved into position, draped his legs over my thighs and pulled him to
me. Holding my cock down I put it at his hole and this time it slipped
right in. Oh sure, there was some resistance but not at all like at the
beginning. Once I was firmly inside of him I pushed Robby's legs back, rose
up a little and pushed all the way inside of him. I didn't do it slow but I
didn't ram it in either. Still, it was enough to cause the boy to inhale
sharply.

"Oohhh god," he groaned. I fucked him like that for a minute or so before I
stopped. I put my arms underneath his legs and leaned forward, putting my
hands on the bed alongside the lower part of his rib cage. I preferred this
position for fucking a boy. I loved watching a boys' facial expressions as
they told the story of the feelings that were raging through his young
body. Then I really fucked him.

Robby put his hands on my forearms and let them gently rest there. I got a
good rhythm going using about a half a cocks' length throw. It was a little
faster than before but I wasn't power fucking him.

"Gosh this is just what I've been waiting for Jay," he panted. Robby's eyes
closed but they weren't squinted shut. It was like he was closing off that
sense in order to more fully appreciate the feelings that were spreading
out through his body from his asshole. He began to grunt slightly each time
I thrust my cock back inside of him. I gave it a good couple of minutes
before I decided to take the boy home to the promised land.

I started to slam my cock back into his ass. I didn't go much faster, in
fact, I may have slowed down just a little bit but I made up for it by the
power of my thrusts. I hammered my cock into him, my balls slamming against
his crotch. I always wondered why that didn't hurt. The sound of our bodies
colliding, that slapping sound of flesh on flesh competed with the grunts,
moans and groans that Robby was issuing forth.

His arms went to my shoulders, his legs wrapped around my waist and the boy
held on tight as the freight train of feelings and sensations shooting
through his young virginal body escalated. I was pounding his tight little
asshole, less tight that it had been when he woke up that morning. I could
feel my body start to change, felt belly and my balls roil as everything
geared up to an orgasm.

"Oh shit oh fuck oh god," Robby cried out and clung even tighter to me. I
felt his asshole constrict against my cock as his body went through spasm
after spasm of his own cumming. His body started to come down off of its
high but since I was continuing to fuck him, continuing to create intense
feelings in his body, he didn't come down far but leveled out and started
back up again.

I was surprised that I didn't cum when he did because the feelings on my
cock from his pulsing hole were certainly amazing. For some reason, the
build-up of feelings for me diminished some with his orgasm. Below me Robby
started whimpering and had it not been for the fact that we were fucking it
would have sounded like a child in pain. I assure you, he was not in pain.

"Oh god Jay," he whispered, "Harder, fuck me harder." His voice was so low
I could barely hear it. As I looked down at him, his smooth young face went
through the various expressions of the feelings that were rushing through
his body like a tsunami; pleasure, pain, surprise and at times, awe.

I fucked Robby as hard as I could. I pressed my cock into his tight little
ass and ground my own ass in circles before returning to fucking him. I
fucked into from one side and then the other or I moved my body position a
little more forward so that there was more pressure on my hard cock as well
as the top of his asshole. I did it all to the best of my ability.

"Oh fuck yes Jay, oh fuck you're gonna make me cum again Jay; shit oh
dear." He was still whimpering and there were tears at the corners of his
large doe like eyes. I felt my body begin its change, faster than usual or
so it seemed.

"I'm gonna cum Robby," I panted, "I'm really close to cumming.

"Fuck your sperm into me Jay, I'm gonna cum too." It seemed like he was
going to say something more but instead he cried out again and his limbs
all tightened against me.

"Ohhh fuck," he cried, drawing both words out. Once again his asshole
compressed onto my cock but this time it took me over the edge.

"Oh fuck," I moaned, my words much more terse and to the point. I began
pumping sperm into the young boy. I hadn't cum for at least 10 days, maybe
a little longer. I hadn't had actual sex for almost a year, devoting my
time to other interests and not really having the impetus to trying dating
let alone actually dating. I was long overdue for both and my orgasm
reflected that.

Below me Robby continued to whimper and moan while grunted and grunted and
fucked onward, changing out the direction of my thrusts and working to try
and create the most memorable fuck that I could for the boy. Being a boys'
first carries some responsibility, in my opinion. To give a boy less than
you're capable of is a disservice and frankly, if a man can't do his very
best then he doesn't deserve the honor of sharing a boys' loss of
virginity.

Like all orgasms mine waned as did Robby's. Still I kept up some movement
after the thrill was gone and settled for reveling in the afterglow, which
is pretty cool too. I finally stopped all together but stayed where I was,
panting. Robby was breathing pretty hard too and other than his fingers
drumming ever so slightly on my forearms he simply lay there with his eyes
gently closed. When he finally did open them he saw me watching and shot me
a lazy, just fucked grin.

"That was fucking awesome Jay," he said. I lowered my head and kissed him
tenderly, the first such kiss in our short relationship.

"I thought so to Baby," I said quietly.

"Can we do it again?" I nodded my head and told him definitely could.

"Put your arms around my neck Robbie and hold on." He did as I asked but
the expression on his face said he was very curious. Once he was there I
moved back and up, taking him with me. The boy was light as a feather.
Robby giggled as I lifted up and sat back on my haunches, all of cock
shoved up his tight little ass.

"Oooo," he said with shit eat grin. "This is pretty nice." He wiggled his
little butt for emphasis. Robby's arms were still around my neck albeit
loosely. "I could fuck you from here couldn't I?"

"Indeed you could. It's a position that allows you the control over
movement as you see fit."

"I guess I'll have to try it but first," he said then leaned forward and
kissed me gently on the mouth, two or time. "Thank you for fucking me so
good Jay. I don't think any boy could get a better one than that. You're
awesome.

"You're welcome Robby. Thank you for choosing me to be your first
lover. It's an honor, believe me." That said the boy kissed me again then
started to move on my lap. I told him to hold on a sec then moved around,
got my knee out from under me then lay back.

"Gosh it seems like your cock went in me even further," the boy gasped. I
chuckled

"Go ahead on it baby boy, fuck yourself on my cock." He gave a sort of half
evil grin then moved his tender little ass and then his whole body around,
checking out the terrain, seeing what his parameters were, and finding some
hot spots, what felt the best. That done the boy went to town.

Robby started by simply rising and falling on my cock a little bit. Then he
decided to goof off a little bit and, hands on his narrow hips, he moved
his ass around like a belly dancer or a club slut. He put his hands behind
his head in a provocative pose while wiggled about, dragging my cock in
every which direction. All the while his young boner was bobbing and
weaving like a stiff little boxer and if his butt was up off of my lap, his
smooth balls hung and swung. A couple of time when he did that my hand went
right underneath to fondle the beautiful little eggs. Goddamn I love boy
balls.

He went on in that vein for a good couple minutes before leaning forward
and placing his hands flat on my chest. "It's time to get down to some
serious fuckin," he said. The boys' eyes were starting to glaze, at least
that's what it seemed like. Despite the playing around he was moving
quickly up into a fog of hotness.

It wasn't long before Robby was panting heavily and moaning softly. His
little asshole worked my cock like a pro. I knew well that what he was
going through was a preteen or early adolescent phase. This boy was born to
have cock in his ass, period end of story. Oh sure, somewhere along the
line he might well fuck but it would be another boy not a girl. I sort of
wished I could be around to watch him grown and mature but somehow I didn't
imagine what was going to happen. But then again, who knows, right?"

"God I love this so much Jay," Robby panted, "So, so much." I reached out
and began stroking his cock, sliding his foreskin back and forth over the
swollen red cock head. Robby continued to rise and fall, grind to and fro
and doing every other thing possible to fuck me and thusly, fuck himself. A
few times I saw his entire body shiver like a dog shaking water and assumed
that it was due to the feelings that were shooting through his young body.

"Oh fuck I'm gonna cum again Jay, I'm gonna cum again." A moment later he
all but cried out like a little girl, his high pitched voice. His asshole
again gripped my cock, released it and gripped again with each spasm of his
orgasm and it wasn't dry. I was watching and saw a little bubble of watery
sperm appear at his piss slit. I reached out with my other hand and wiped
it up then licked my finger. It was almost a sweet taste, not at all bitter
or bleach tasting as more mature sperm tended to be.

Robby continued to work it a little longer before he simply collapsed onto
my chest and lay there panting. I ran my hands up and down his back, onto
his deliciously small butt, felt around my cock that was still jammed in
his ass and then back up again.

"That was fucking awesome," he panted into my shoulder.

"You said that last time," I said, feeling the need to point it out. Robby
didn't move his head.

"How about fucking amazing," he asked. I said that would do and we both
chuckled. "You didn't cum though," the boy said.

"No, I didn't and that's okay."

"Nuh uh," he countered. "I wanted to see your sperm shoot out your
cock. Would you jack off for me?" I nodded my head but said,

"I can't until you give me my cock back." Robby laughed out loud at that
but countered that he didn't want to give it up. He liked it right where it
was at. I countered with the fact that he could have it both ways. The boy
finally rolled off of me and I proceeded to do as he asked. Robby watched
intently as I went about loving myself. He was quiet, didn't ask questions
or anything. I was still on pretty much of a high from the fucking I got
out of him so it didn't take long before I was spraying sperm out of my
dick like a water hose.

"Wow; that was cool. I hope I can shoot sperm like that when I get older."
Robby got me a washcloth and I cleaned up then we just lay in his bed, not
talking, just cuddling. About 10 minutes into he jerked up.

"Shit, I forgot. I gotta go to my piano lesson." He jumped up and trotted
to the bathroom and I heard water running. I got up and already had briefs
and jeans on and was tugging on my t-shirt. Robby quickly got dressed.

"Gosh I hate to rush off like this Jay," he said.

"Well I really enjoyed myself; you're a pretty cool boy.  Can I see you
again?" He grinned and nodded his head.

"It would be better though if you asked for me at the house." He thought
for a moment then said, "Tell Helen, the caretaker lady or my great
grandmother that you're with, um, the YMCA and you're picking me up to take
me for their, what do you call it, orientation or something. That way it
gives you a reason to be here." It seemed plausible to me so we set a date
for the following Saturday morning.

The rest of the week my thoughts were on my experience with Robby as well
as the possibility of new experiences with the boy idol. I showed up at the
house and rang the bell just before 11 on Saturday morning. A middle aged
woman in a uniform of sorts answered the door.

"Hi, I'm Jay, from the YMCA. I'm here to pick up Robby to take him to an
orientation at the Y." the woman looked at me like I was daft.

"I'm sorry but there isn't any Robby here," she said in a voice that seemed
to carry uncertainty.

"That's strange. I met him as part of the Y outreach. Kid about 12 years
old, medium brown hair, a little messy, big brown eyes." She seemed to give
that some thought then shook her head.

"No, I'm sorry but no children have lived in this house for a number of
years."

"Yes, well, he said that he lived in an apartment above the garage." She
literally reared her head back.

"Perhaps you should come in and talk with Mrs. James." I did as she asked
and she led me into a small living room.

"Who is it Mary," and old woman asked as we entered the room. She was
sitting in a rocker and by the movement of her head I could tell that, if
not blind, she was probably close to it. Mary asked me to explain to the
woman and when I finished she said,

"No, all of my grand and great grandchildren live on the West coast, none
of them here." Clearly she was perplexed but not shocked. I explained that
apartment above the garage.

"Oh, poo," she said waiving her arm in my general direction. "Nobody had
stayed in there for at least 10 years and I haven't been up there in at
least that long." Now I was really shocked. I asked if I could please go
look at the apartment and she gave permission, asking Mary to go with me.

In the apartment I got another surprise. It looked basically the same as it
had 4 days prior but it was different. Where it had been in some minor
disarray, it had been from normal living, slight neglect. The disarray I
was seeing was from not being inhabited. It smelled old, closed up. I went
into the bathroom and it didn't appear that water had been run in years,
the accumulation of years of dust present everywhere. In the bedroom was a
bare mattress, no sheets or blankets.

I thanked her and left. I drove home in a daze wondering what the fuck had
happened to me. None of it made sense and sense at all. I knew goddamned
well it hadn't been a dream and I knew goddamned well that the sex had
happened. I had fucked one hot little boy, a true idol boy. Now it seemed
that he didn't exist or if he did, he was somehow using that apartment as
he chose. It was too weird for me to contemplate, although I wouldn't be
able to let it go for a very long time.

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There is no plan to continue this story. This ending was a last minute
decision but necessary. Sorry bout that.

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