Date: Mon, 18 Dec 2006 14:39:03 -0800 (PST)
From: John Harlington <zanpaper@yahoo.com>
Subject: Paul Palmer's Apartment 007

Disclaimer: do not continue reading this work of fiction if you do not care
for fiction m/b or b/b literature. There are no real characters or
situations involved.

PART 007

Paul Palmer = 22 years old, short brown hair, blue eyes, fairly muscular,
boyish look, university graduate now recently completed his Med Tech
license. Living in an apartment.

Jon Albertson = 13 years old, brassy hair that has highlights of blond,
green eyes, medium build, slim, 100% all boy.

SPECIAL GUESTS this chapter:
Joey- blond hair 11
Jim-brown hair 12
Blake-black hair 13
Timmy-blue eyes,red hair 14

Ginny = Jon's mom.

PART 007: JON TURNS 13 - BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION!

It was Saturday. It is Jon's big day - he becomes a teen. A young teen. He
is still all boy.  Paul wakes up hard thinking about his boy. He exercises
to "look good." He showers and puts on snug jeans. He selects a tight
fitting shirt to highlight his bulging muscles. He is blowing his brown
hair with his hair dryer in the bathroom. He is almost high thinking about
Jon. What a boy! What fantastic digital pics and videos he has of his boy!
The day has come! The celebration for Jon is this day! Paul knows he is to
come over at 11am to start the party!

10:45am SATURDAY

"Hi Ginny, I know I am early . . ."

"Come on in! Come on!" Ginny tugs at Paul's forearm.

"Hi Paul! What did ya get me? Something cool?" an eager Jon bounces as he
asks.

"Oh you mean this? Let me put this with your other stash of gifts." Paul
takes the professionally wrapped foil and ribbon gift and places it with
the poorly wrapped half dozen or so boxes his mom provided on the table in
the living room.

Paul is wearing blue jeans with holes in the knees. They are snug and his
crotch curves nicely, constraining the heavy boy package of a thirteen year
old! The rear is tight and firm. The two back pockets are well worn. In
this case, Jon likes the used thrift store jeans.

"Paul, come into the kitchen. Meet my friends!"

Paul rounds the corner and beholds the boys that Jon plays basketball with
on the courts near the apartment complex.

"Dudes! This is Paul. The cool guy I've been telling ya about." (The boys
speak together with a knowing yes, as Paul has played a few games with the
boys. They were impressed with Paul's speed and agility on the court.) Paul
waves to the guests as he says

"Hi boys. Don't know your names, but I know your game!" He high fives a
few.

"This is Joey" (age 11, blond hair in eyes, shoulder length - ski sloped
nose - wears nylon track pants, t-shirt)

"This is Jim" (age 12, brown black hair in hazel eyes, short black hair,
athletic, wears gray running pants, floppy over sized namebrand shirt)

"This is Blake" (age 13, raven black hair, spiked with gel, baggy jeans,
over sized shirt)

"And this is Timmy (age 14, red hair in eyes, freckles on face, blue eyes,
wears jeans and t-shirt)

"Hi dudes! We're gonna usher Jon into his teen years! Yeah!" declares Paul
to the impressed boys. They see the curve of Paul's athletic biceps.

Ginny laughs as she puts the traditional paper pointed birthday hats on all
the boys and Paul. She brings out the birthday cake with 13 candles. Ginny
stumbles a bit. She is a shaky. Paul rises to help steady the cake and
bring it down to the table. Paul smells alcohol on her breath. The boys
break out in a raucous rendition of "Happy Birthday" to Jon. After he blows
out all the candles the boys punch him in the bicep with knuckled fists, as
boys that age do.

"Ow!" Jon squeals in delight, as it is a sign of acceptance by his group.

Jon opens up his gifts, and finds the first package to reveal thrift store
boy's briefs, V- shape from 1980s. Two pairs have holes. The second package
reveals 4 boy's speedos from 1970s. the third package reveals socks and
tattered blue jeans. The fifth package features 2 belts, well worn. His
friend's packages reveal bubble gum and candy. A disheartened Jon reaches
for the last gift, from Paul. As he unwraps the beautiful papers and
ribbons, he yelps.

"Ooooooh man! Oh man! Look! Look guys! It is Casino Games for PS3! Three
dimensional! This is awesome!"

"Paul, you shouldn't have. That cartridge is $150 at the store." Ginny
chides.

"He's worth it."

The boys fumble over the directions in the game and marvel at the sample
page of graphics for blackjack, poker, go fish, numbers game, and other
board games. They value this game as they use chalk on the court and pitch
coins at the brick wall. Now they can be "big wheels" and pretend they are
millionaires at "Vegas."

Paul is enjoying his company of boys while Ginny is off to the side chasing
a few drinks.  Her phone rings and Ginny takes the call in the bedroom.

Paul loves taking digital pics of all his boys, and his favorite boy,
Jon. He notes that all the boys kid Jon and do the hand motion in the air
(up and down) meaning masturbation.

"Hey dudes. You do that too much and your hands will be hairy. Lemme see
your hands guys." They all laugh and hold out their hands. The boys look
confused as they look up to see Ginny staggering back into the kitchen.

"That was my boss!  Stupid bitttttch. Bitch mucker. I gotta go in and do
the hair of Mrs.  Bernstein. Big bucks. Happy birthday Jon." Paul moves to
stop Ginny and tells her that she needs to rest.

"Ginny, you are in no condition to go anywhere. I will call your boss."
Paul takes her to her bedroom and closes the door. Paul returns to the
kitchen.

"Ok boys, everything is fine."

"She's that way all the time." Jon confides to his friends.

"Ginny said go to my place to check out the new Casino game. Let's go
guys!" Paul announces.

IN PAUL'S APARTMENT

The crew arrives and sits about Paul's PS3 game system. They are amazed at
the spectacular graphics and sound. The sound covers the covert departure
of Ginny to the beauty shop. All the boys marvel at the card games on the
new module.

After 2 hours of playing most of the features of the game, the boys get
into a male prowess match of doing (the hand gesture for
masturbation). They talk about who can masturbate the most and shoot the
biggest load. They also talk about length and size.

"Ha ha. Jon just started jacking last week!" declares Timmy.

"Yeah, it's so cool. I can shoot it to the other side of my room" boasts
Jon.

"What!? No way dude." Paul chides.

"If your hog is long enough, it's like a canon, you get better distance!"
Blake retorts.

"Nahhhh! You're full of it Blake!" answers Jim.

"Let's compare." Timmy smirks.

"Ahhh no fair, you're the oldest." Answers Joey.

"Listen boys. Let's play strip poker. That is the only fair way. The last
person to strip nude loses and has to jack off in front of the others."

"Deal!" all the boys shake hands on the game plan.

The boys didn't have money, they have their developing boyhoods. This was a
game that perked Paul's picture taking ability. He was already arching out
his jeans as he dreweled over the sight of this group in his apartment!

STRIP POKER GAME CONTINUES 1 HOUR

All of the boys are stripped down to their underwear. All of the boys are
now laughing and punching each other in the arms. The computer game helps
speed up the play and the boys obey without question!

 Joey (blond 11) is the first to go nude. The boys point and laugh at his
hairless dick, 3 inches soft, cut, cigar band, dangling from his tight twin
balls. Joey laughs as he sling shots his white tight briefs to the corner
of the room. He gets up and dances a mocking dance. "I don't have to jack!
I don't have to jack! Ha ha ha." Joey sits down and smirks at the other
boys. Paul is almost having an orgasm as his video equipment catches the
pure boy fun.

Timmy (red head 14) is next, he stands up slowly sliding off his silk
boxers. His dangling cut cock of 5 inches is thick. The head is helmet
shaped. He has hung balls. A noisy bush of red pubes grace his base. "You
should be glad I don't have to jack, because I don't think you have enough
carpet cleaner." The other boys laugh and point.

Jim (12 brown haired) is next, he slides off his blue briefs. As he does,
his long 5 inch uncut boy cock wags back and forth. He is hairless. His
balls are not hung but full and close to the long cock. "I could put an eye
out with this monster." The other boys agree and are silent.

Blake (13 black spiked hair) is next. His boxers come off to reveal a
semi-hard 4 and half incher boy cock, cut. It is very thick with a spear
head. He has a considerable short black pubes at the base. His balls are
full and cradle his semi. "Obey the master boys!" He parades around the
room like he is king.

Jon (13 blond) is next. He slowly pulls down his white thrift store briefs
to reveal his dangling thick cut 6 incher. His balls unfold and hang
low. His bristling first emerging pubes are barely noticeable. "Looks like
Paul is the loser!! Ha ha ha ha." Jon points to his best buddy who
blushes. The other boys are wide eyed at the dangling package of Jon.  Jon
even tugs at his dangling boyhood. The head is so defined.

All the boys dance naked with their young dicks wagging back and forth
chiding "Paul's got to jack! Paul's got to jack!" They are laughing and
pointing.

Paul stands up, is about to unfasten his belt and jeans when.....

 KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

The boys scatter to the back bedroom with their clothes. You would not
believe anyone had been there. Every brief and boxer was picked up in a
blink of the eye. Paul quickly puts back on his shirt and promptly answers
the door.

"Hello. Ginny told me Timmy would be here. He has to come home as we are
going out shopping. I am his father."

"How do you do. Timmy! Timmy!" Paul yells to the back of the house.

Timmy emerges and sings Paul's praises to his father. They wave and depart
fairly rapidly. The other boys emerge one by one and say good bye to each
other.

PAUL AND JON IN THE APARTMENT

Soon it is Paul and Jon left in the apartment. The door is closed.

"Let's call your mom and see how she is doing"

"Yeah." Jon acts sheepish and continues playing the PS3 system.

"Ok, ok, ok Ginny. Sounds like a plan. Ok." Paul hangs up the phone.

"Jon, your mom wants you home in the next hour. You have home school work
to do."

Jon stands up and holds Paul by the hand.

"The game isn't finished yet." Jon says with impish crystal clear eyes. He
locks eyes with Paul as the boy feels Paul's arching out jean crotch.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Paul looks down to see Jon slowly unzipping his
brass zipper. Jon begins massaging Paul's man cock through the opening in
the jeans.

"We all agreed that the last one to strip had to jack off! You have to
finish the game."

"Are you kidding Jon? No way." Paul pretends to resist while Jon smirks and
points with his finger to Paul.

"Rules are rules." Jon crosses his arms and does his best smug look.

Paul complies and drops his jeans to the floor. He is amazed at how Jon
grabs both sides of his briefs and tugs Paul's undies down to his knees!
Paul's 9 inch dangling 22 year old cut cock bounces around.

"Ha ha. Now make it hard and do it!" Jon says smugly. Jon's eyes are
wide-eyed.

RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB

Almost instantly Paul has a 10 inch hard cock erection.

RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB

Paul's slit moistens and Jon dabs at it.

"I see Mr. Sticky trying to come out."

Paul grabs the boy hand and chides him lovingly.

"Don't touch the snake! It might spit!" The two laugh.

"Watcha gonna shoot it in?" Jon asks, his blond hair falls into his eyes.

"Um, quickly go into my kitchen and bring back some paper towels."

The boy scampers off while Paul continues to rub. He can't believe he is
jacking just inches from his best love. The boy returns to his chair saying
there are none.

"Well I don't want to mess up my living room!" Huff huff huff. Paul is
breathing hard.  He is doing all he can from not exploding his pent up
load.

"Here!!!" Jon cups both his hands together.

Paul resumes rubbing his super hard 10 and half inch cock with great speed.
RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB
RUB RUB Ahhhhhhh, Ooooooooh...OOOoooo Jon....Oh Jon.  Lookk out Jon! It's
gonna UHHHHHHHHHHHH

Jon is wide-eyed and has his mouth wide open is disbelief at how HUGE
Paul's man cock has become! The enormous flared head, the leaking pre-cum,
the throbbing veins, the thickness of the monster cock shaking back and
forth.

SPURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT!!!!  SPURTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!
SPURRRRTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!  SPURRRRTTTTT!!!!!!

THICK MILKY MAN CUM EXPLODES VIOLENTLY FROM THE HOT AND BOTHERED MAN COCK
SPRITZZING NOISLY IN ALMOST A STRAIGHT LINE FROM THE HALF INCH TIGHT PISS
SLIT

Paul has aimed for the boy's mouth!!!!!

Three of the massive heavy ROPES of sperm shoot into Jon's wide gaping
mouth, he feels it ooze down the back of his throat before the boy's
reaction closes his lips preventing the fourth jet of cum to splatter
across his lips, chin and neck.

The boy looks wide eyed at Paul.

Paul moves to wipe his jissim off the boy's throat.

The boy spits out the huge globs of white cum into his cupped hands.  He
spits and spits saying

"Your stuff! Your stuff shot in my mouth!!!" He laughs as Paul's sperm
dangles from his lips. He tries to wipe his lips with his muscular hairless
forearms.

"Hey!!! Don't mess up the living room. I'm out of paper towels."

Paul grimaces at the hot site and is able to shoot out a fifth smaller
load, into the cupped hands of Jon. His spent and happy man cock dribbles a
thread of cum as the boy feels the warmth of the load. He smiles and
laughs.

"Dude! It is a lot! Look!!! Wow!!!"

"Ahhhh. Feels so awesome. So the game is finished. See, I play by the HUFF
rules."

The boy holds up his cupped hands to his nose and sniffs

"Smells like bleach. And when it shot in my mouth, it was salty."

"It is protein. The sperm won't hurt you."

"Huh? Yeah, I remember from the sex education lessons that it has to live
and these juices help it to survive."

"Yours is sweet."

"Huh???! How do you know??!!" demanded Jon.

"You never taste yours?"

"Huh? No way! That's sick!!!" Jon replies.

"It is." Paul replies.

"What?" Jon asks bewildered holding the hot jizz.

"Your stuff is sweet. Mine is salty, because I am older."

"How do you know?!" demands Jon.

"Remember the sample?"

"Oh man." Jon slumps back in the chair still holding Paul's load. He
realizes that Paul has slurped his sperm.

"Remember the gooey egg you liked on the Chinese?"

"Huhhhhh? No way." Jon looks in disbelief at the white pearly load in his
hands.

"Taste it again." Paul recommends.

The boy holds his hands up to his mouth and opens his mouth.

"Take the whole glob." Paul takes Jon's hands and mashes them close to his
lips.  "Don't spill anything on my furniture!!"

Jon has the full load again in his mouth.

"Taste it?"

Jon shakes his head in a yes position.

Paul feels the boy's neck and reflexively Jon swallows noisly the warm
load. He feels it ooze and slide down his throat.

"It did taste like Chinese!" Jon says in a naïve way.

"See."

Paul finishes dressing and zipping up.

"So, how was it Jon?"

"It was funny seeing you jack off! Ha !"

"It was even funnier seeing you eat it. Ha!"

The two wrestle playfully until

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Hi Ginny. Here is Jon. Your birthday boy."

"Come on boy. Gotta get you home."

"Awwww mom."

"Give me a kiss Jon." Ginny leans down.

Jon kisses his mom and Paul blushes as he sees a thread of his own cum hang
from Ginny's wet cheek.

"What's this? You gotta cold?"

"Hee hee. Yeaaaah that's it mom. I gotta cold!!!"

Jon laughs and rolls on the floor.

"It's so good to see Jon enjoying himself."

"Yes Ginny. Jon is one fun boy."

"See ya Paul." Ginny tugs a still laughing Jon home. Jon points to the
crotch of Paul as the door closes. Paul looks down to see an emerging wet
spot.

"He makes me cum every time. He is a boy." Paul moans to himself.

NEXT CHAPTER - SUNDAY HAPPENINGS