Date: Fri, 23 Jun 2006 07:04:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nasty Man (4)

   I watched the boy, his expression anxious, as he stared at the
protrusion my erection was making in my shorts. He lifted his eyes, and met
mine, as he repeated the question, saying,

   "Could I...?....see it, I mean...it looks like a really big one, the way
it's all sticking out."

   "Are you sure you want that...?...it's not necessary for you to do
anything to me, you know...I'm perfectly happy just playing with you, and
showing you new feelings." I inquired, meaning every word of it.

   His head nodded, the soft hair billowing slightly off his scalp, and his
eyes returned to the pole in my shorts, as he said,

   "Yea, I'm sure I want to....I never actually saw a man's before....well,
not all boned, anyway."

   That qualification peaked my curiosity, so I was prompted to ask him,

   "I see.....so then, you actually have seen men's penis' before then,
just not any erect ones...interesting....just how did you managed that, I
wonder?'

   He looked at me, a serious expression on his cute face, as he replied,
very matter-of-factly,

   "Well, I seen my dad's a few times, and I sometimes get to see them like
in bathrooms, like the mall, or the park, even the movies, sometimes, like
when we are all using the bathroom."

   "Ah," I responded, "yes, I understand that, the public restroom part, is
that how you came to see your Dad's penis, too?" I asked.

   He nodded again, and added,

   "Yea, that, and mostly when me and him sort of camped out at this old
cabin place....it didn't have like any real shower, and so me and him had
to do it together in this little outside stall thing, cause there wasn't
very much warm water, so we shared it, and we were all naked, and so I seen
his then, too."

  "I see," I replied, "but it wasn't hard then, your Dad's penis, right?" I
pursued.

   He shook his head, and told me,

   "Right....just, like, all soft...but its still lots bigger than me."

   I chuckled, and ran my fingers through his soft hair, and said,

   "Well, that's only because yours is still growing....besides, it's
really quite perfect just as it is, as I have repeatedly told you...don't
even worry about it's size, I really couldn't like it any better than I
already do....that's why I love to touch it, and have it in my mouth so
much."

   He blushed sweetly, a soft flush tinting his creamy cheeks, and I
fluffed his hair again, and watched with interest as his flaccid penis
twitched at my reference to touching him, and sucking him. He reached his
hand down, and groped it briefly, then, once more asked his original
question,

   "So, can I see yours, then?"

   I smiled, nodding, and stood up, lowering my shorts and briefs in one
movement, letting my very erect cock spring free. His eyes widened
slightly, and a small oval formed on his lush lips, as he stared at my
pulsing erection where it swayed mere inches from his pretty young face.

   "WOW!" he chirped, "it IS big....and really thick, too....and man, you
got, like, tons more hairs than me!" he exclaimed.

   I grinned at him, secretly pleased at his complementary remarks, and
told him,

   "Yes, well, as I said, you are still growing, both penis size, and pubic
hair, and it's very likely, given the size of you now, that one day you
will be larger than me....the hair thing is mostly a matter of family
heredity, so you will most likely resemble whatever you saw that your
father had in that department."

   His eyes never left my erection as he listened, and I held my breath, as
he slowly snaked out his hand, and tapped the head of cock with a
finger. He tapped again, then, held the contact, and slowly rubbed a single
finger over my cock head, causing me to shudder in pleasure, and emit a
small groan. His eyes darted up to meet mine, an expression of concern
furrowing his smooth brow, and he squeaked,

   "Did that hurt, or...?"

   I winked at him, shaking my head, as I replied,

   "No...not at all...in fact, that was a moan of pleasure...kind of like
how you sound when I play with yours....it felt really nice, actually."

   He returned his attention to my cock then, and once more passed a single
finger across the head, then, wrapped his delicately shaped fingers around
the shaft, squeezing it gently, as if gauging its rigidity, and
thickness. His doe-like eyes rooled up, and he looked at me, a smile
spreading over his cherubic face, and he said, slightly breathlessly,

   "Wow....cool...it feels really warm...and, like, all hard, all sorta
soft, both at once...!"

   My cock lurched in his grip. His soft touch sending voltage to my balls,
as his small hand moved tentatively over my shaft, stroking me, and causing
another shudder to run through me. The sight was nothing short of erotic,
the boy's small, and delicate fist wrapped around my turgid cock, and
moving steadily up and down it, and struggled to resist the urge to pump my
hips, and drive my throbbing erection back and forth in his silky grasp.

   He went on like that, his gaze fixed on my cock as he stroked it, and I
watched his own pretty penis swell, and harden once more, to stand proudly
off his sparsely tufted groin. Deciding that two could easily play this
little game, I reached down, and mimicked his movements, my hand sliding up
and down his silky boy nail. He glanced down, and giggled, then, turned his
rapt attention back to my erection, just as a pearl of precum emerged from
the slit, and oozed across the head.

   "Cool!" he sang, adding some pressure, and speed, to his strokes, "it
must be liking this pretty good....its getting all wet on the end!"

   I chuckled, still working his rampant little tool, and told him,

   "Oh yes, its liking this just fine, believe me....and, if you keep
making it like what you are doing, things are likely to get a whole lot
wetter, too."

   He giggled, his head bobbing up and down, and his eyes riveted to the
leaking head of my cock, as he repeated his earlier comment, saying,

  "Cool!"

   It got quiet then, as we stood there, avidly stroking each others rigid
member, and in a matter of minutes, he had me, as my balls tugged sharply,
and the unmistakable sensation of orgasm pulsed through my cock. I groaned,
succumbing to the pleasure, and my cock jumped in his firm grip, then,
erupted, long, thick ropes of my cum ejecting rapidly, and spraying over
his smooth chest, and drooling down onto my hand where I stroked him.

   He pumped my spitting cock rapidly, his eyes like small saucers, and he
looked down at his spattered, and cum coated torso, as a wide grin crossed
his sweet face. He looked up at me then, a grimace of tension fixed on his
face, and his cracking voice squealed,

   "Ohhhh.....agggg....me......tooooo.....!"  As his boy cock flexed, and
spurted yet again, spewing his young cum pellets everywhere, as I pumped
him through the orgasm.

   Both of us somewhat spent, and puffing, I sank backwards to sit on the
table behind me, and pulled the trembling boy onto my lap, holding his
slender naked body tightly, as I stroked his soft hair, and told him how
incredible he really was.

   After a short rest, and some very pleasant cuddling, I went and got a
wash cloth, and towel, and got us both reasonably cleaned up, and then
suggested we go lie on my bed, and I could continue exploring him, and show
him more new, and fun things. He readily pounced on the suggestion, and I
happily followed his naked little butt down the hall, and into my
bedroom. He stretched out on his back, his now soft penis small, and so
very sweet, as it nestled against his hairless scrotum. The well shaped
helmet head glowed a healthy pink tone, and the satin smooth shaft now
reposed with several tiny wrinkles, and was unable to resist leaning down,
and kissing the entire package, and licking it in small, short strokes, as
he giggled sweetly. Aware that his penis might well be a bit sensitive so
soon after his second cum of the afternoon, I moved off it, and started
lapping the soft skin of his groin, and moving up to his tummy. I licked
his satin-like skin, savoring his flavors, and licked my way to his tiny
nipples, where I paused to suck each small nub in turn, moving between
them. He squirmed slightly, and uttered a series of small sounds, as I
feasted on his peaches and cream young skin, eventually moving into his
creamy underarms, my tongue lapping the butter soft skin that I found
there.

   As I continued my tongue bath of the beautiful boy body, I moved my hand
to his crotch, pleased, but not at all surprised to encounter his once more
rigid boy nail, and I gripped it briefly, again moving to suckle his tiny
nipples, as I dropped my groping hand lower, to fondle his tight little
balls. He rubbed his small hands over my back, and tugged gently at my
hair, as finally abandoned his stiff nipples, and gently rolled him onto
his front side.

   I sat back, taking a moment to savor the small bubble butt that rose
sharply from the flat of his back, and presented twin globes of flawless
flesh, neatly divided by his tight little crease. His plump balls were
trapped between his thighs, and I eased a finger in between his thighs,
lightly fingering the taut marbles, as I bent down, and lapped at the
creamy melons of his pretty little ass. The boy was just amazingly
delicious, I thought, no matter which side of his petite little body one
was engaged with, and, as I moved my tongue over the firm mounds of his
ass, I realized that, were one forced to choose between his front, and his
rear-side, it would, indeed, be a hell of a decision.

   He settled in, apparently enjoying my attention to his sweet boy-butt,
and folded his head into a pillow, snaking his slender arms under it, as he
parted his colt-like legs, opening himself to my exploration. I licked both
cheeks of his sweet butt, and scooted lower, to lap at his scrotum from
behind, and he squealed softly as I did it, which made me do it again, then
again. Moving my probing tongue back to his pretty butt, I nibbled my way
to the center crease, and lightly gripped both cheeks with my fingers,
spreading them, and my breath caught in my throat, as his tightly wrinkled,
and so very pink, little pucker came into view. God, he was beautiful, this
boy, no matter where one looked, or explored, and my hungry gaze fixated on
his very center, the core of him, and I gave in to the powerful urge I was
feeling, leaning into him, and dipping my tongue into his warm crevice, to
lap over that sweet, tight, pinkness that was his entrance.

   My taste buds exploded, so sweet, and boyish was the flavor of him
there, and he squealed, his back arching slightly, as I moved my eager
tongue back and forth over his young, very fresh hole. I wiggled it back
and forth rapidly, then slowed, and savored the slightly bitter-sweet taste
of him, before rolling my tongue, and adding sufficient pressure to
actually slip inside his snug little ring a short way. He groaned loudly,
as what I was certain was a brand new sensation washed over him, and I
worked my tongue a bit deeper inside him, then, moved it in and out, as
best his snug resistance would allow, and kept right at it, until my jaw
threatened to lock in that position, and I was forced to withdraw.

   Pulling back slightly, I again dipped my finger into his crease, and
teased it over his pucker, sensing the tiny ridges of firm tissue that
provided elasticity to his opening. He was chanting a steady series of
small sounds as I probed him, and his slender legs splayed as wide as he
could make them go, as he seemed to be totally open to my stimulating him
in this way, so I reached to the bedside table, and retrieved a bottle of
lube. Withdrawing my finger from his pucker generated a small grunt of
protest, and he lifted his hips from the bed, as if seeking my suddenly
missing digit, and I quickly applied the lube to my fingers, and moved back
to my target.

   As my finger once again made contact with his tight little hole, he
seemed to relax back down on the bed, and as I lightly wiggled my slick
digit over his pucker, he sighed deeply in apparent contentment. Moving
slowly, I probed his small anus, then, centered the tip of my lubed finger
on his entrance, and pressed into him, spreading the tight resistance, as
he opened to me like a spring flower, and the whole of my greased finger
slowly slid into his gripping little boy pussy. His muscles clamped down,
tight as vice on my invading finger, and he grunted a long, low, sound,
nearly a hiss, as if the air was escaping him, and I paused deep inside
him, giving him a chance to adjust. I flexed my finger then, feeling amazed
at the tightness, and heat, of his gripping tunnel, and I moved it in and
out of him some, as he lifted his face from the pillow, and muttered,

   "Ohhh jeez....wow....!"

   I placed my spare hand on his lower back, and rubbed it gently, softly
imploring the boy to just relax, and not close up, that I had something
new, and wonderful to show him, and he slowly loosened his tense muscles,
and settled onto the bed, another long sigh escaping from him. I added
another dollop of the lube to his entrance, and established a steady in and
out rhythm, finger-fucking his pretty ass steadily, and seeking his
nut-like prostate as I went. A few tries, and I had it, and I slid my
finger over the small organ, gently probing it, and he groaned loudly,
moving his pretty little butt up and down, seeking to maintain the contact.

   His head lifted once more, and he tried to look back at me, as he
muttered, breathlessly,

   "Jeez....oh wow....that is so......aweome....!"

   I smiled, picking up my pace a bit, and holding a longer direct contact
with his gland, as I stroked it, and pressed it, and his humping became
more pronounced, and quicker. I continued, watching in awe as my finger
sank inside him, and withdrew, only to repeat the movement as I sank fully
back into his buttery depth. My cock was so hard that it actually was
painful, as it throbbed at my groin, and I wanted nothing more than to rise
up behind him, and bury its rigid length into his tender bowels. In and
out, I fingered the boy, my other hand tenderly rubbing his lower back, and
kneading his firm buttocks, as he humped the bed, moving his lovely boy
nail into the friction of the soft sheet beneath him, as I strummed his now
swollen prostate. In a short while, he lurched his lower body sharply,
driving his rampant boyhood against the sheet, and I actually felt his
inner muscles sharply contract, as another strong orgasm took him, and his
boy cock exploded once more, as he lifted his head, and wailed loudly, a
sound that was very nearly a sob, before collapsing completely onto the bed
like a rag doll.

   I tenderly gave his over-stimulated small gland another few probes,
then, reluctantly, slid my finger from his tender pussy, and bent down to
kiss the smooth cheeks of his sweet ass, then, slid up nest to him, and he
rolled over, and hugged me tightly, as I felt the wetness of his discharge
smear onto my stomach. I smiled, and stroked his smooth back, as I held
him, and savored the remnants of his sweet boy tastes that lingered on my
tongue. I was again totally amazed at the wonder of this stunning boy, and
at the abject good fortune of my being allowed to experience him.

(To Be Continued)
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