Date: Tue, 2 Dec 2014 23:26:14 +0100
From: Zachary Blake <z.blake@mail.com>
Subject: Memphis Boy - Chapter 3

MEMPHIS BOY
CHAPTER 3
By Zachyboy
M/b, penetration, anal

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between an adult man and an underage boy. If this type of material is
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CHAPTER 3. "HIS GOODS IN THE WOODS"

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Dear Jess,

Sorry it's always so long between emails. I keep meaning to sit down one
night and tell it to you properly and all at once, but work keeps getting
in the way, and exhaustion keeps getting in the way, and Davey keeps
getting in the way – in a very, very good way, believe me – but
between living it and loving it – it seems there's never any time to sit
down and write about it. You, of all people, understand. Sorry it's been
ahwile.

Last time I wrote, I told you about Davey at the movie theater – how he
put those sweet little Twizzlers up his ass and I almost died from a
boner-and-sugar-induced coronary on the spot. And then on the van ride
home, how we threw his bike in the back, pulled off the road to a secluded
spot where he blew me six ways to Sunday and went home with enough of my
jizz in his tummy to impregnate the middle school girls' volleyball team.

And then, on the way out of the van, after I had his bike out of the back
and he was just about to pedal away, knowing he'd be grounded for coming
home so late, he told me to find him in the woods next time. Flirted with
me, Jess. Dared me to find him.

"The woods past the mall," he said. "I go there sometimes. To run."

"To run?" I said. "You mean like jogging?"

"Nah," he said. "Just to run. You know. Without my clothes on. Naked."

Oh fuck, Jess. When did it end with this kid? When did it end?

I wanted him so bad, Jess. You know how much I love to fuck. You know how
much I love to put my dick in a boy's ass. How old were you when you took
mine in your ass for the first time? 11? Yeah. You were beautiful that
summer, Jess. So beautiful.

And it was ironic, here I was, driving up and down a stretch of road near
the Kirby Woods, looking high and low for him, looking for any little sign
that he'd been there, running around naked as promised, because it was deep
in the woods where I first fucked you all those years ago in your uncle's
cabin.

I was just the guy who came fishing with you and your uncle. The college
friend. Hell, only half a dozen years out of college. Your uncle and I were
roommates then. We both had a thing for boys and we both knew it. We talked
about it a lot. He even talked about you back then. And you were only
5. But now you were 11. And now he wanted to share with an old friend.

So, when he invited me to come and stay the weekend with the two of you at
the cabin, I drove from two states away to make it happen. You were 11. I
was 29.

And it was clear right off the bat he had done stuff with you. I saw the
way you cuddled up to him with ease. I was on fire with envy the way you
sat on his lap on the couch watching the fire. The way you snuggled back
into him and arched your back when he wrapped his arm around your little
chest.

And noticing my hard cock from across the room, I saw the sparkle in your
eye when he said softly to you, "Hey, Jess? Zee likes boys too. Do you
think you can go over and give him some love?"

And how you came to me, Jess, 11 and perfect. Shy, almost. How you walked
over and stood in front of me, and how I wrapped my arms around you and you
climbed onto me without a word. Straddled my lap. Felt my hard cock between
your buns as you sat down on me. Wrapped your little hands around my
neck. Leaned into me, smelling like marshmallows and hot dogs and boy and
bubblegum and kissed me right on my mouth, an open kiss, a hungry little
boy kiss that made me so hot I couldn't even see the room
anymore. Everything went spinning.

I don't know how long I kissed you before I saw your Uncle Taylor walk over
and unzip his pants.

"Hey Zee," he nudged me. "Watch what he can do."

And then with his cock extended, he said to you, "Come on, Jess. Open up
for me, baby."

And your mouth was on him in a minute, wrapped around his cock, bobbing up
and down, little rivulets of spit running down to your chin. You moaned
while you sucked him, Jess. I'll always remember seeing you with his cock
in your mouth for the first time, how you liked how it tasted. How you
moaned for your Uncle Taylor in your sweet little boy voice.

"Get some," Taylor whispered to me, nodding down at your little bobbing
head. "Open up your pants and get some, Zee."

And I did. I unzipped my fly. Let my cock loose. Your eyes widened and you
moaned again. And I stood there next to your uncle, and you sucked us
both. You expertly bobbed back from one cock to the other. First on his,
then on mine, then his, then mine. Your mouth was the sweetest fire I've
ever felt. I was so excited, Jess. So excited to be in your mouth, I was
cumming in you in no time. And you were eating it like a champ. Not missing
a drop. Swallowing it whole. And your uncle was so excited watching you
swallow my seed, he shot his load all over your pretty face. Shot it all
over your cheeks and nose and sweet, closed eyes, painting you with goo as
you ate my load. I scooped it off your face and fed it to you with my
finger. You ate his too.

And later that night, after we all went to bed. I went off to my room in
the cabin, and you went off to your uncle's. I heard the bed squeaking and
I heard you moaning. Sweet little boy moans, somewhere between pain and
nirvana, so I knew he was fucking you. I knew you were getting long-dicked
by my college buddy, my best friend. Your Uncle Taylor. I was jealous, but
still lost in the slumber of my own drowsy post-cum, and I think I went to
sleep to the sweet sound of your uncle fucking you.

Only to wake up two hours later with you slipping into my bed.

You didn't say a word. You just crawled in with your warm body and your
cold feet and melted into my arms.

"You can fuck me too," you whispered simply, and that's all I needed to
hear. My cock hardened instantly at your touch. There was no silly foreplay
about it. You simply bobbed under the covers, sucked me slowly until I was
wet and ready, and straddled my dick, and slowly sat down on me.

I could feel my cock sink into you, Jess. Your hot, tight ass, still wet
and slippery from your uncle's lube and semen. I held you by the hips and I
rocked you up and down on my cock. I slid your tight ass-chute up and down
on the length of my shaft while you closed your eyes and tilted your head
back. Your mouth was open when I fucked you that first time. Your eyes were
closed. I could smell my cock and your sex mingling in the night of the
cabin. It smelled like ass and cock and boy.

You squeezed your ass around my cock. I could feel your muscles working me,
up and down, tight and tighter. Only 11. Sweet Jesus, so young and so
pretty, but you already knew how to get fucked, Jess. And thank you, thank
you for letting me fuck you too.

"Hard," you whispered. "Go a little harder in me."

I softly rolled you over. I pulled you off my dick. I put you on your back
and I lifted your legs around my shoulders. I re-entered you, perhaps a
little too quickly, because I saw you wince, but then you wrapped your arms
around me and pulled me in tighter, while I fucked your ass the proper
way. While I gave you the fucking I'd wanted to give to a boy all the years
of my adult life.

"Zee," you whispered my name as I filled you with my cock. Slid it in and
out. Felt it wet and sticky with your uncle's spilled jizz. It was a wet
sound, a squishy, sloppy sound as I fucked you. You were already full of
cum. And the sexy thought of fucking into your uncle's cum trail made me
want to add my own.

"I'm going to cum in you now, baby," I whispered softly. You nodded and
grabbed me harder.

"I'm going to cum in your pretty pussy, Jess."

You clenched me. Grabbed onto me. Leaned your head forward and licked my
chest.

Oh, God. You licked my chest, Jess. How did you know what that would do to
me as you held onto me, needing to be filled.

I rutted into you with increased abandon. Felt explosions of pressure
building up from my ball sack. Pushed forward, freezing with
sparkles. Grunting and sweating and freeze-frame gasping with the shock of
my own fierce orgasm and how it make your eyes go wide as I grunted hard
and shoved myself inside of you to fill you with my cum. To pound my cum
hot gushing hard and deep up inside of you. How I leaned down to kiss you
when I came in you and how you bit my lower lip when I did, because I
pushed forward into your cunt so hard when I came. Fuck, it was good in
there. I've never felt it that good, before or since.

"Nnnngggggh," you whimpered in a high, treble voice, and then your own
little cock was twitching, jerking, bouncing, rubbing between us and
squirting two tiny little drops of nectar between our slippery, sweaty
tummies.

My cock shot jets into you and you clasped me to your furnace, licking my
neck, and biting my lower lip. You broke my skin and I could taste my own
copper, but I didn't care. You were hungry, Jess. Even then, you were
hungry for manfuck.

And I came in you so many times after that, Jess. So many times. You still
had your uncle, but you had me too. Fucking you. Filling you. Making you
mine.

Thank you, Jess, for that beautiful first time, and for all the times you
let me fill you after that.

You're still mine, baby. You're still, still mine.

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For the fourth straight day, I drove past those woods, Jess, thinking of
you, and thinking of Davey. Looking for any sign of him. His bike. A
note. A clue.

A shoe?

Was that a shoe?

Fuck yes, it was.

There at the edge of a path not far from where we'd stopped in the van four
nights ago, there was one of Davey's red Adidas sneakers. I'd have known
that shoe anywhere, Jess. First, well, because it's a shoe, and you know
how I feel about barefoot boys. You know all the stuff I did to your little
piggies when I took those sweet tiny fuckers to market all those years ago.

There's nothing in the world more beautiful than a barefoot boy. The form,
the arch, the freedom of his foot. I've told you all this before, Jess, and
I won't rehash it again here, but there's just something perfect and sexy
and incredibly erotic about a boy taking his shoes off. It's the first step
to getting naked, Jess. It's boyish, and sweet, and sexy, and it's the very
first thing a boy has to do in order to get naked for you. So when I saw
Davey's shoe at the beginning of that path, my heart sang. My cock stood up
and my heart sang.

I parked the van and got out. I walked to the path. Picked up the
shoe. Looked around. There was no sign of Davey.

I started walking down the path, putting the shoe to my nose and inhaling
as I went. It was pure and sweet. There was no odor. Nothing
offensive. Just heat and fabric and rubber and boy. Adidas, I smiled,
looking at the label. "All Day I Dream About Sex." That's what we called it
back in my day, Jess. Did they say that in your generation too?
Adidas. Silly-kid-dirty acronyms for fucking, everywhere you turned? I
smelled Davey's tennie and I smiled. My cock got hard, thinking of the foot
that lived inside it. I'm going to fuck that foot properly someday,
Jess. And I know it won't surprise you when I do.

And down the trail, a second shoe. And then a sock farther down. And
another sock even further.

And now my cock WAS leaking. Now my cock was rock hard, leading me down the
trail like a compass headed for true north. Davey, barefoot, alone, hiding,
somewhere. Could anything be more enticing? I would have walked up Mount
Everest to find him. Scoured the Sahara. A two-mile walk in the woods was
nothing.

God, I wanted to fuck him, Jess. I wanted him that much.

Why couldn't he be like you? Just simple and pliant, coming to me
effortlessly like you did and whispering, "you can fuck me too."

But with Davey it was, "No. Not in my butt. Not yet. I'm still scared of
that part."

How could I get him past that, Jess? I've fucked lots of boys, but with
this one, I'm putty. I'm spineless. I'm overwhelmed.

I love this one, Jess. I love Davey the same way I loved you.

And who wants to cause pain to anyone they love?

I wanted to fuck him, Jess. Standing there with his shoes and socks in my
hand, looking like an idiot, sniffing his sneakers and adjusting my
dripping cock, looking up and down the trail in vain, wondering where he
was, all I could think of was fucking him. Putting his legs up around my
neck and fucking him.

My cock was leaking pre-cum inside my underwear. My heart was pounding. The
sun was hot on my neck. And all I could think of was fucking him, or
waiting. Fucking him, or waiting. Which do I do? What's it gonna be, folks?
The lady or the tiger, Jess. The lady or the tiger.

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Down the path I found his shirt. And now I was getting even more
excited. Davey, barefoot, now shirtless, now nipple-fresh and exposed. It
was a Green Bay Packers jersey. Even that made me harder. Davey told me he
played sports. "I'm not gay," he assured me. "I play sports." (And that
he'd said with his finger up his ass while I fed him a
mouthload). Fuck. Even his Packers jersey made me harder.

And further down the path, his shorts. Oh God in heaven, his shorts were
off. Dark blue. Knee-length. I sniffed the crotch. I sniffed the
ass. Nothing but Downy. It was maddening.

This meant Davey was somewhere ahead of me, naked except for his underwear,
doing what he said he'd be doing. Running. Naked. Free. Wild. All boy. Only
12. God, I wanted him, Jess. I've never wanted any boy like this. No boy
ever, except you.

Twenty feet ahead, oh sweet God, his underwear. Plain, white Fruit of the
Looms, tossed aside casually like it didn't mean anything for a boy to be
running through the woods with nothing at all covering his body. Naked like
Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens, flying off like the little white birds
circling the Serpentine. Christ, Jess. He was naked out there
somewhere. Naked and free and he knew I'd be following him. That first shoe
was for me. It was his "come and find me" sign.

I pressed those underwear to my nose and I thought I would die. The sweet
tangy scent of his ass. The maple-pissy smell of his cock. It all went wild
in my senses and took me to the place I go where nothing else matters
anymore. Where there is nothing but Davey and you, sex and boy, scent and
taste and ass around my cock.

And I found him, Jess. I found him up the trail, naked in the woods.

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I don't know what I expected. Honestly, I didn't.

Would I get a little further up the trail and would he pop out from behind
a tree, bare-ass naked yelling "Peek-a-boo?" I don't know, Jess. Who knew
with this kid? I wouldn't put it past him.

But it wasn't that, Jess. Oh no, not for little Davey.

This kid redefines "shock value" three times a day.

For a kid who doesn't want to get butt-fucked, he sure spends and
inordinate amount of time doing pervy new things that sure as hell make a
guy like me want to butt fuck him.

I heard him before I saw him.

Or rather, heard IT.

A soft buzzing sound, coming from behind a grove of bushes about 20 feet
off the main trail.

A buzzing sound, Jess. I mean, really. What the fuck?

Bees? Batteries? A toy? An electric – something?

I stepped forward. Walked around the bushes and there he was. Completely
naked, lying on a blanket on the ground. Knees bent up. Lying on his
back. Head back. Eyes closed. Mouth closed and smiling, an uncapped jar of
Vaseline tipped over on the ground next to him.

And his little hand was down between his legs, Jess, and he was sliding a
small, plastic vibrator in and out of his asshole. Jesus Christ, I almost
died on the spot. I could see it, literally, going in and out of his ass as
he pushed it. It was sliding in and out of his tiny pink rectum, his little
puckered anal lips pulling back and forth around it as it slid. He was
smiling. Arching his neck. I could see his pretty adam's apple.

"Davey," I whispered. "Oh sweet fuckhole."

"Do it for me," he whispered back to me quickly. "Push it in and out for
me."

I didn't say a word. Just kneeled down. Took his hand in mine. Took the
vibrator in mine. The vibrator I found out later he'd stolen from his older
brother. Found it under his brother's bed. And now it was Davey's
tool. Davey's secret tool for the woods.

I carefully laid his hand aside. Put it on the blanket and took over the
buzz fuck for him.

It was vibrating on low. I turned it up a notch and pushed it forward. He
gasped and smiled.

"Oh yeah," he whispered. "That feels good. Do it some more. Go faster."

"You like this, huh?" I whispered to him, leaning down and kissing his
cheek. He grabbed my neck and kissed me back. Pulled me down into
him. Kissed me with his tongue.

"Do it," he said pleadingly. " Go fast. In and out of me."

I did, Jess. I slid that little white vibrator in and out of his
asshole. It was maybe five-inches long. Not penis shaped. Just small and
plastic. Egg shell colored. Nothing fancy, but God, it was sure doing the
trick for Davey.

His little ass bucked back against it as I ran it in and out of his hole
deeper and faster than he'd been able to do for himself. He had coated it
well with Vaseline and there was no resistance as I plugged his tiny
boyhole with it.

He cooed when I did, it Jess. Actually cooed with pleasure while I fucked
him with that butt toy.

Steadily, in and out, as he reached up to stroke his own little cock, rock
hard and red in the summer sunshine.

"Before I cum," he whispered. "Put your sperm in me."

"Oh, God," I groaned.

"But just a little," he added quickly, still afraid. "Just put your tip in
me, okay? Not your whole cock. I'm scared."

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," I thought, desperate to free my cock from my pants
before he changed his mind.

I fumbled with my button, my zipper, my fly. I tugged my pants down
awkwardly, hopting I didn't cum just taking my dick out. I removed the
vibrator. I pressed my cock head to the entrance of his anus and I pushed
forward slowly.

I saw him wince slightly. He never opened his eyes.

"Oh my God," he whispered. "It's really, really big."

"Yeah," I whispered back, pushing forward. My dick head was covered with so
much pre-cum, it slid in easily. Just the tip. In my mind, I heard it pop
going into him.

"Stop!" he nearly shouted. "No more. Just that much."

God, it was frustrating, Jess. I was so close to fucking him. So close to
just pushing forward for three more seconds and my whole cock could have
been surrounded by the heat of his ass-tunnel. I could be long-dicking this
beautiful boy in no time, cumming so deeply inside his bowels they'd hear
it on the moon.

But, no. I had to be respectful. I had to do what he wanted. All along,
Jess, every step of the way, this has always been about what Davey wanted.

So I was content to just hold it there. Hold my aching tip inside him, with
the heat of his sphincter surrounding me like a furnace. And Davey reached
down with one hand and stroked his little cock, and reached up with the
other hand and stroked my face.

"Yeah," he whispered with a smile on his lips. "Just hold it there. Just
like that. That's really, really nice."

And without another word, he gasped, he stiffened and he started to cum.

"Hurry," he said. "Cum in me. NOW!"

I moved just a little, Jess. Just a few, tiny back-and-fort movements,
maybe five, maybe six times, I don't know, just a slight jiggle of the tip,
and "UNNNNNNNNNNGGGHH! FUCK!!!!" I was cumming straight into his tight
little asshole, so tight, so good, but so shallow, my cum was already
bubbling out around the seal of my cockhead and spilling down onto his
blanket. I was alive with fireworks, shooting wads of pent-up, horny cum --
gotta fuck him, gotta fuck him, I thought -- but no, I just held it there
steady and came buckets up his backside. Not daring to move another
centimeter.

He didn't care. His head was tipped back and his smile was euphoric.

"Oh yes," he whispered. "Your cum is inside me, your cum is inside me!"

I wanted to push harder, Jess. Wanted to stick it in far and cum in him
properly, but I didn't dare move. I just sat there stupidly, letting the
cum bubble out of my cock, ooze and glob into him, not daring to move again
for fear I'd lose my resolve and bury myself so far inside him I'd hurt
him. I had to stay still, Jess. I didn't dare move. Orgasmic, shaking, I
didn't dare move. That cum was actually painful for me. Wild, necessary,
shaking, erupting, but painful.

Davey stopped shaking. His little hard nail and shot out two drops of boy
honey. He wiped them off his tummy with his forefinger. He opened his eyes
finally and smiled at me.

"Wanna eat my jizz juice?" he giggled.

I had tears in my eyes.

He looked puzzled.

"Why are you crying?" he asked.

"Because you're so beautiful," I whispered back. I felt my cockhead pop out
of him and felt some of my own cum ooze out with it. He looked at me like
an angel. Like innocence. Like perfection. I looked at him through
water-wet eyes and felt tears course down my cheeks, I loved him so much.

"You don't have to cry," he shrugged. "I'll still be this pretty tomorrow."

I laughed. Sobbed. Pulled him up and held him to me.

I think that confused him, being held like that.

He was trying to be funny. "Wanna eat my jizz juice?"

And instead, from somewhere deep inside of me, an emotion I can't even
articulate welled up and spilled over into his young life, Jess. Into his
silly little romp in the woods, I fell in love with him. And who in the
world would have expected that?

It wasn't just pervy-silly game stuff anymore, Jess. What I felt for Davey
when I locked my cockhead into his grease-slippery anus and came inside him
the first time that day – that felt like pure, impossible love.

I held him there in the woods, naked on a blanket, barefoot and bare. I
looked at him. Took his chin in my hand. Turned his face upward and kissed
him.

"I guess it got serious, huh?" he said to me.

"Yeah," I laughed. "A little bit there for a minute. Sorry."

"That's okay," he said, reaching down and turning the vibrator
off. "Serious is okay, too."

"Wanna stay over at my house sometime, Davey?" I asked him.

He looked up. Eyes darted up in pleasure? Fear? Surprise?

"You could tell your folks you're staying with a friend."

He looked thoughtful for a moment. Lost in the possibility. Wandering
trepidation.

"Would we have to – you know – put your cock all the way inside me?"

He was still worried about the butt sex.

"We can do whatever you want," I told him honestly. "We can do THIS," I
touched his asshole with my fingertip, just slightly, still sticky, still
dripping, and pushed just the tip inside to reiterate my ability to reign
it in. "Or put more in, or less in, or whatever you need. Fuck, Davey. We
can just sleep if you want to. That's okay too."

He nodded slowly.

"I just want to give you whatever you need, okay, Davey?  You make the
rules. I just want to be good to you, and you tell me how much you
need. That's all it ever has to be."

"Okay," he nodded simply, like his whole youth depended on it. And in a
way, it did. You know that, Jess. You know how quickly boys turn into
grown-ups when a man's hard cock is involved. We don't mean to make them
that way with our cocks. It's the last thing we want. But we do.

"Okay," he smiled. "I'll sleep over."

Signed, sealed, delivered, pronounced. "I'll sleep over." And that's all it
took. The three words that changed my life.

But that, dear Jess, is my story for next time. Because he did sleep
over. And I'm already reeling from what happened. But I'll save that for
next time. For right now, I'll just leave you with the soft, pretty picture
of me and Davey in the woods that day. The day I discovered him naked and
moaning, pleasuring himself and being a boy.

The day I discovered I was already in love with him.

Until next time, Jess, sleep tight. Know that I love you. Remember our
first time, you and I, and remember I will always love you like life
itself. The way I love Davey. Like I love my little Memphis Boy.

More soon.

Love,
Zee
z.blake@hushmail.com

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