Date: Wed, 26 Jan 2005 10:55:44 GMT
From: Chaver <chaver@gawab.com>
Subject: 'Passing a Stone' {Chaver} (M/b, oral, anal, con) [1!1]
I'm not gonna bore you with the usual warning, assuming
anyone that got this far knows what he likes to read.
Only one or three things before you go on reading:
1) This story is completely fictional, not based on any
actual experiences or events. Any similarity between
this work and real events is coincidental.
2) This is meant to be a one-installment thing, there
won't be a `chapter 2' on this one. However I will post
other stories, which will be longer (already in
progress).
3) Oh, all right! This story depicts, among other
things, a sexual relationship between adults and
consenting prepubescent minors of a homosexual nature. If
you find this description offensive please do not read
on.
4) Do with this story as you may but do not repost it
at other locations.
P.S. This is my first posting, so any and all comments
will be accepted graciously. My e-mail is
chaver@gawab.com
Passing A Stone
By Chaver
`Oh, no, not today!' Morgan Jude thought to himself. He
suspected it might happen when he woke up, his sides
tingling with miniscule pain-jolts, but hoped it was just
that, little pain jolts, nothing more, because it would
be about the worst thing that could happen to him that
day.
He was going to a meeting, a crucial meeting, a meeting
that could make him or break him. The last chance to save
his late father's disappearing business, the family owned
sweets-store "Jude's Sweet tooth". Ever since the first
mall opened for business in his small town, the costumer-
flow to the only serious candy source, till then,
dwindled to one third. At that time another calamity
coincided to create an almost total collapse.
His father, founder and manager of "Jude's sweet tooth"
since the roaring 20ies fell ill with heart disease that,
shortly there after, finished him off at the age of 63.
His mother took things over for 6 months till he, at the
very end of collage (majoring in Business) could take it
over at a tender 21. The combined lack of experience on
his side and lack of skill on his mother's side left the
store with only the hard core of loyal buyers.
8 years and three new neighborhoods later, three months
prior to that crucial meeting, a second mall was opened
and took with it the last of the costumers that time
didn't take. His mother was long out of the game so
tradition didn't matter anymore, so two weeks from that
paramount day Morgan figured `if you can't beat them,
join them' and started negotiation over a spot in the new
mall to replace the old, withering store. And now, at the
high of July, the day to finite the lease has come and
awe-and-behold, his kidneys decided to discard a stone.
It wasn't 15 minutes since he'd been to the Jon at his
house that his bladder alerted him again. At this time
Morgan was sure he'd fallen a victim to the famous
Murphy's Law: "Whatever CAN go wrong WILL go wrong, and
in the most unexpected fashion." What he didn't know was
HOW this will transform his day.
At the same time 10-year-old Jeremy Clifton was already
visualizing hanging out at the very same mall. With all
his close friends away for the summer there was no one to
play with, at home there was nothing to do but watch TV
(which already board him to death), and with lack of
resources to go to a camp (or even the pool), he had made
an agenda of it. Moreover, there was the men's room.
He found out about that fascinating world only a year
ago, but was fascinated by the multitude of choices in
how to get men. "Wait just a second" you must all be
saying, "`Get men?' What the hell??" well, my friends,
our Jerry wasn't a stranger to sex, not by a longshot.
His uncle was plowing his mouth and anus since he was 7.
but because his visits were sparse now that he moved
away, little Jerry started looking around, and what he
found was. You got it, the men's rooms. At first, at the
train station, but he was getting fed up with the stench
of it so he tried the old mall (with some success) then
the new one was opened and with it a new range. and he
was determined to conquer it!
Jerry was, as Morgan, just stepping into the mall from
the main entrance. They passed each other glancing, then
continued to walk, both headed in the same direction. The
agony in Morgan's bladder was getting worse and he was
speeding up his walk, scanning the overhead light green
signs directing to the nearest urinal. His face contorted
as the jabs of pressure and pain became increasingly
harder to tolerate, never noticing the young follower.
Jeremy, however, noticed the man very much. He noticed
the elegant, yet well warn leather briefcase, he noticed
the well selected garments, the perfect matching of the
suit & tie to the undershirt, the latter contrasting and
accenting the former powerfully, he noticed the well-kept
form under the garments, subconsciously deducing the man
must be lean but not skinny, muscular but not like a body-
builder, he also noticed the hurried way he carried
himself and the slightly miserable look on his face. He
noticed and was fascinated.
Now will be a good a time as any to describe our
characters:
Morgan, at 29 years, stands 1.82m' tall, weighing at 86
Kg of bone and muscles being well maintained by a strict
workout regiment. His dirty-blond hair kept short, never
buzz-cut. His toned body is smooth and lightly tanned,
not a hair on him but the obvious spots, and neatly
trimmed even there, at his 18cm (when hard) uncut cock,
and to top it off he was staring at the world through sky-
blue eyes, bordering on gray, and was prone to kidney-
stones since he was 19. All around hunk, and gay to boot.
Well, not exactly. as the years from his realization (at
17) passed, he found his interest in exceedingly younger
subjects, though (till that day) never venturing below
16.
Jeremy Clifton is an Afro-American, 10-year-old runt of
1.38m' and healthy 46 Kg, his pitch-black curly hair
braided close to the scull ending in about 12 thin locks
coming just shy of his shoulders and adored with colorful
beads. His body was smooth all over, including the
obvious spots, baby-fat all but gone, a slim 9cm (when
hard) cut cocklet, eyes only a fraction lighter than his
skin, and not a stranger to sex in the least.
Not a moment too soon for Morgan, he reached the men's-
room. Seeing as the mall was empty this early in the
morning his fly was already unzipped and all he had to do
was to pull out the hose from his boxers, which he did
just before eruption. He saw the stream hitting the white
porcelain for a second before the pain hit. It wasn't the
healthy yellowish tint he hoped for, it had traces of
blood, which made it brownish, and the following pain.
like Steven King described in "The Green Mile" - it was
like pissing razorblades!
He tried to brace himself for the burning sensation, but
the moment it came he was screaming at the top of his
lungs, his tightly shut eyes tearing.
As the flow stopped and the pain subsided some, he was
able to take a look around. Sure enough, there was Jerry
at the next urinal, his hands clad over his ears. He had
his boyhood out of his shorts (he wore no underpants, to
make things easy.) and a shocked look on his face.
"Sorry, kid, I'm just passing a stone, it hurts like
hell."
"No trouble mista', I aint hurt or notin'" the truth was,
he was looking to get a glimpse of the man's tool, hoping
the man would do the same with his, he never expected a
scream and was caught off guard. His ears were ringing.
In his shock he did none of his tricks to keep the man
there, and so Morgan left never suspecting a thing.
Morgan went to his meeting. By then he was fighting the
need to piss again though it hasn't been two minutes
since that screamer. He knew there was nothing to let out
tough the head of his penis was burning and itching and
throbbing like mad, it felt like it was set on fire.
Nevertheless, Morgan sat through the entire excruciating
45 minutes of the tedious back-and-forth, negotiating
every passage of the lease, deliberating over the rent,
considering this that and the other, finally sighing
(initials here, here, here and here, and full name here
and. here. Congratulations Mr. Jude, you got yourself a
store!). By this time his leg was jumping nervously, and
he could hardly contain himself from rubbing his groin
ever so often, just to keep from embarrassingly leaking.
He managed a graceful exit from the management offices
and set running to the men's room just as soon as he was
sure he was far enough.
He tore into the men's room and immediately went to the
nearest urinal, his belt already unbuckled, he almost
ripped the button and zipper off his neatly pressed
trousers. Again he failed to notice the young black runt
that was hanging at the very same spot since their first
encounter not an hour earlier. It was again Jerry that
did the noticing. His hour was as dry as a bone, from the
two men that came in, none seemed interested in him. They
did their thing, washed and left, but the day was young.
As noon will approach the pickings will grow, and he may
get a mouthful before lunchtime. He never expected to see
that nice guy from this morning but when he came in Jerry
was prepared. And hopeful.
Jerry was ready all right. He wasn't at all shocked when
the man's grunt went to a full-blown yell. He could now
use the man's abandon to look at his equipment and fully
exposed pubis. It was promising. The neatly kempt
yellowish bush combined with all the other data could
mean only one thing. The man was gay, and that held
potential! Oh yes!
Now was the time for a ploy. Jerry deliberated with
himself for a fraction of a second and decided to give it
the "full throttle treatment". He went to the next
urinal, pulled down his shorts to the knee, and while
keeping a clear gaze at the man's `business' started
masturbating slowly, his cocklet aroused from the moment
the man ran in.
Morgan's pain was dizzying, and he grabbed the low
partition board with his free left hand while massaging
his sore glans with the right. The burning sensation was
now concentrated at the piss-slit, not relenting for a
millisecond, yet giving him a chance to relax some. It
was then that he could take in what was happening around
him, and what he saw made him buckle back.
"Are you alright mista'?" asked Jerry
"Wha. Ouu! Fuck!" morgan said as another flamey wave
washed his genital area, then said with sarcasm, "Yea,
I'm fine. What are you doing?"
"I just like what I see." Jerry said with a sly grin.
"Oh, do you now?" said Morgan, "and how does that make
you feel?" giving a nod in the general direction of the
boy's erection, his own cock beginning to inflate to the
sight.
"Reeeeeeeeealy horny." said Jerry and gave his dickie a
long tug. That was it, time to reel the fish in.
Morgan was horny too. He hadn't had a real release in
months, nothing but his masturbation sessions anyhow. And
was that little boy hot or what? He had been long
fantasizing on just that kind of encounter. He knew what
the next move must be.
"You said you like what you see. want to try feel?"
"Sure! But let's get a stall, you don't want to be seen,
right?"
`Damn that boy is something else!' thought Morgan as he
released his grip on the partition and turning around,
getting dizzy again. "Wow, I better take it slow here."
he said and stuffed his softened cock back in his pants,
Jerry pulling up his shorts too. When he got stable
enough, he went to the last stall in the row, the kid
following.
"What's your name anyhow, kid?"
"Jeremy. But everyone calls me Jerry."
"Well hi Jerry, I'm Morgan, but you can call me Rory"
said Morgan and pulled his cock back out as Jerry locked
the door and stepped out of his shorts. "Would you mind
if I feel your wiener too?"
"Go ahead!" chirped the chocolate delight, coming closer
and tentatively stroked the hooded tip. "My uncle has his
skin like this too, but not many other men."
"And I see you are cut as well." Said Morgan, now tending
to the lovely cocoa stick. "You come here a lot for
this?" he asked.
"Yea, from last week. I come everyday. Uhhh, that's
good!"
Morgan was drifting between pain and pleasure when pain
got the best of him and he felt like peeing again. He
dropped his pants and sat down on the seat. "Jerry, I
need to pee some, take your hand."
"Let me feel it! I never felt a dick go!" that was a lie,
he just liked to feel the flow through the meat-hose.
"Alright honey, aim it wall!" and he let go.
There was little to come out. Morgan gritted his teeth
and managed not to scream this time. At least the worse
was over, a couple of hours and it will be over
completely. Jerry was disappointed.
"That's all, man?"
"Yup. I have a problem today and it makes me pee almost
every two minutes, it hurts like hell too."
"Anything I can help?" chirped Jerry.
"Nop. well, maybe. if I keep from peeing long enough it
won't take as long."
"So what am I supposed to do?"
"You can help me get my mind off the pain. so I can hold
it longer."
"I'll be your dick's doctor than!"
"My dicktor!" said Morgan, and they both got to a fit of
giggles. When he calmed enough he said, "Well, what's
your fancy, kid?"
"Anythin' goes with me. handjob, blowjob, buggery."
"Buggery? Where did you learn that word? It's so
British!"
"My uncle called it that. up the butt, you know. he lived
in London for years, he's back THERE now."
"Is that why you hang at men's rooms?"
"I guess. it's just that it's the best place t'get some
action when I don't hafta pay t'get in."
`The kid is lucky to be alive,' Morgan thought but then
decided to leave the lecturing aside, because who was he
to lecture, he also started things with a stranger.
"Let's start with blowing Jerry, but only if I can do you
too."
"Really? Most men just wanna get off. I don't mind that
much though. its still fun."
"This will be double-fun then! C'mon, how d'you feel
about hanging upside down?"
"Huh?"
"Never mind. just come over."
Morgan leaned back on his seat and let Jerry climb to his
bare lap, facing him. Then he grabbed the boy's legs and
flipped him to a sitting 69. Jerry figured it out and was
soon gobbling up the fleshy white pole, enjoying a full
genital suck in return. He skillfully pealed the foreskin
with his lips with every in-thrust till the hot glans
where in direct contact with his tongue. Morgan still
felt the pain stings at his penis head but now it was
merged with the unspeakable skill of the youngster to
form a wonderful mew feel, and he repaid that with all
the pleasure tricks he knew. Soon muffled moans filled
the stall. Then Jerry started to get the feeling. With
his entire business in the hot moist mouth, being lashed
and caressed, his peak was drawing near, when a new
sensation sent him completely over the edge, a feeling of
being fingered.
Morgan couldn't stand the sight of the brown pucker
anymore and pushed his index finger clear into it. He was
surprised how easily it went in, and then came another
surprise as the member in his mouth throbbed and shot a
few drops of liquid on his tongue while the chocolate
body he held went stiff, and than limp, but just for a
moment.
Jerry floated in his strongest orgasm as of yet for a
second, then went stark crazy on Morgan's cock, deep-
throating him with a vengeance, expecting an eruption
very soon. yet nothing happened. Morgan figured this
would happen as the burning sensation washed him once
more sending him to square one cummingwise. Jerry lost
interest as his throat became sore, and pulled out.
"You're something else, man! Nobody held it for so long
on my blowjobs, did I do something wrong?"
"No way, Jerry, it was awesome but my cock is not itself
today, the pain came back and stopped me I mean."
"I got a better way to get you to. forget." said Jerry
and repositioned himself, now sitting on Morgan's lap,
their dicks touching. "Get ready for the ride of your
life!" he spat on his palm and greased his backdoor, then
Morgan's cock. Then he raised himself and made the two
make contact. He relaxed his sphincter and went down,
impaling himself on the meat-pole, letting out a soft
"Ahhh".
Morgan shut his eyes, lent his head back and relished the
hot tightness enveloping his dick. As the brown orbs
landed on his trimmed pubic bush he got hold of the boy's
hips and gently supported him as the youngster went op
and down on him. It was probably the best fuck of his
life but his kidneys were giving him hell, searing his
glans ever so often, throwing Morgan away from the finish
line time and time again. Jerry however, with manual help
from Morgan, was already at his third orgasm of the day.
"Man. you're. hard. to. ple.ase!" he panted as he passed
the threshold again.
"D'you want to stop, Jerry?"
"No way, man! I could do this all day! I wish all the men
I meet are like this!"
"Jerry, honey, you're the best!"
It was now ten minutes since they went in the stall.
After that time they changed position, Morgan got up from
the seat letting Jerry stand on it on all fours, and went
back in, doggie-style, pounding in and out at a
relentless rhythm. After 5 more minutes of that he
finally felt the end approaching.
He was close,
Closer,
Passed the point of no-return,
PAIN!!
PLEASURE!!!
"Here I CUMM!!!!" he groaned loudly.
He came like never before, injecting ropes of semen into
Jeremy's colon. Then, seamlessly, let his bladder go too.
It was wonderful, it was torture, it was finally over.
His penis wasn't burning anymore, still stinging a bit,
but miles from what it felt an hour before.
"That was. the best!" said Morgan
"Told ya!" piped Jerry, very content with himself.
Morgan leaned back on the stall door and pulled out of
Jerry's ass with a wet `plop'. Jerry climbed off the
toilet seat, opened the lid and proceeded to expel the
foreign liquids deposited in him. The smile never left
his face.
"You gonna be here tomorrow, Jerry?"
"Sure thing! Are you, Rory?" he got off, wiped himself
and pulled his shorts back on.
"Could be. yea, why not? Can we meet here again?" Morgan
said as he lifted his pants from his ankles.
"You bet!! Wait a second. aren't you working?"
"Yea, I'm working. I'm." closing his zipper, button and
belt buckle "opening a candy store here."
"Here, here? This mall?"
"Yea. Know "Jude's sweet tooth?" I own it." And opened
the stall door. The room was still (or maybe again?)
empty.
"Cool!! You had the best candy around! I never had sweets
better than yours since mom started buying at the old
mall!"
"Who's your mom?"
"Sarah Clifton."
"No way! You're Sarah's boy? I know her! I live three
blocks from you, on Kensington."
"That's some shit!"
"I Shit you not. But I have to go get things started on
the new store now."
"Awesome! See ya tomorrow then!"
"I can't wait."
Morgan left the mall and went to get things started on
the new store, counting the minutes till the next day. On
his way back to the store his dick started burning again.
He accepted it with grace, actually hoping it will last
the night.
Jerry didn't stay long either. He found he was too exited
about meeting Morgan again to start `working' on another
man, satisfied enough too. He left the men's room and
went to the video-arcade, one floor up the same mall. He
was back home before lunchtime, thinking of Rory, the
candy man.
The End