Date: Thu, 27 Apr 2006 18:10:24 -0700
From: aberration@hush.com
Subject: Popsicle Beach Part Two

Popsicle Beach
By: Aberration

Thank you all very much for your response to Part One. They have inspired:

Chapter Two

Disclaimer:

This story contains material of a sexual nature and describes sexual acts
between varied ages, which may include adult/youth. If you find this kind
of material offensive, if you are not of legal age to read such material or
if it is illegal in your country, please do not read any further. My
stories may contain some factual or autobiographical elements, but they are
works of fiction, figments of imagination and any apparent similarity of
characters to real people is coincidental.

Expression should never be considered intent and I do not condone nor
endorse any of the activities included in these representations.

Story Codes: (mb, voy, oral, anal, mast)

Comments are welcome at aberration@hush.com


"Neil?" I finally peeped, my little dick stiff once again between his
fingers, as we sat in his lounger in front of the television, his hand
nearly constantly beneath my underpants.

"Yes, baby," he softly nuzzled at my ear.

I scrunched my nose and sort of shrugged him away and protested, "I'm not a
baby!"

"I'm sorry!" he made a sad face and hugged me, scratching my cheek with his
day old beard and making me flinch and giggle. "I know your not Kenny," he
sort of pulled back and said seriously, then attacked and had me in
hysterics in seconds, a short but fierce attack that he finished with, "But
you are my baby boy," and he held up his hand at my deference and went on,
"and that makes you extra special, so I can't help calling you that, but I
won't if you don't want me too."

I sat and thought for a minute, then countered, "You won't call me that in
front of anyone else, will you?"

"Never!" he swore with an animated gesture across his chest, "Cross my
heart and hope to die!" then attacked again growling, "With YOU in my
arms!"

I fell back in his arms once he relented, again red faced and happier then
I could ever remember having been in my life and I just sighed and looked
up at him with a smile and told him it was okay if he wanted to call me his
baby boy.

"You don't know how much I like seeing that smile of yours, champ!" he
smiled back and stroked my cheek. He kissed me on the forehead and asked,
"So what was it you wanted to say?"

"Huh?" I said between hiccups.

"Before you so rudely informed me of your passage from baby to child?"

That got him a swat in the arm, which he pretended hurt, then took me in
his arms and hugged me again, "If it's important, just go ahead and ask,"
he whispered.

"Well," I smirked at him, thinking two can play at this game, "I was gonna
ask you if we do that `best' thing again, but now I'm hungry, so you'll
just have to wait!" and I stuck my tongue out for effect, but couldn't hold
back the giggles and they started immediately.

That earned me another attack of course, my plan all along, but this time I
grabbed his wrist and forced my little boner in his fingers, then pulled my
underpants down.

"Do the `best' thing!" I demanded, thrusting my little hips.

I was ready for his fingers this time and closed my eyes, but got another
shock as he took hold of my dickey, he leaned down and kissed me right on
the lips. My eyes flew open to see his eyes staring at me, almost warning
me not to move and I just sort of gave in and let him do it.

"That's my baby boy," he cooed, breaking away as I squeaked a little at his
pinches, "I did lie to you a little," he grinned, eyes now sort of wild and
intent, "before was the `best' but this is `better'!"

He flipped the footstool down and sort of slid out from under me and in
front of the chair and pulled me down so my back was laying flat in the
seat and my feet not quite reaching the carpet. I watched in astonishment
as he leaned over and licked the little pink crown of my stiffy, then slid
it between his lips and started to suck like it was a Popsicle.

Rubbing my legs as he continued to tongue and suck my absolutely steel hard
little cock, he worked them up in the air and spread them a little, putting
my knees on his shoulders. He sucked each one of my little almond sized
balls, then both went into his mouth and that feeling was building up like
a freight train with three locomotives, as I thrashed my head and squeaked
little huffs. When I felt that soft, warm moistness slid over my tiny cock
again I felt it burst loose and let out a long shriek and went into my
trembling and shaking. I didn't even feeling the little rings his fingertip
had been making on the exposed and winking circle that worked with each
little pulse of my dry orgasm.

After using my feet to finally urge him to quit, my dick was tickling
something fierce, almost so it hurt, he relented and leaned back smiling.

"So, baby boy," he purred, smiling and rubbing my legs as I tried to catch
my breath, "Was that better?"

"Uh huh!" was all I could pant and nod my head. Then I just went ahead and
said it, "Is there anything better then that?"

He laughed his ass off, falling back on his rump and shook his head, "Yes,"
he swiped a tear from his eye, "As a matter of fact there is, but right now
you're going to take a bath while I fix us something to eat!"

"Awww," I curled my lip and pouted then giggled and leaped up, recovered
like only a prepubescent could manage and he stood, sweeping me up into his
arms. He strode to the bathroom with me wrapping my arms around his neck
and planting tiny boy kisses on his cheeks and lips.

He planted me on the floor in front of the sink and kneeling next to me,
one hand cupping both dumpling sized cheeks and the other smoothing away on
my hairless torso, looked in my eyes, his were sparkling and happy.

"I really like you a lot Kenny," he said, brushing my cheek again. "I hope
we can be together all summer!"

"Me too, Neil!" I grinned back, wrapping my arms around his neck and
kissing him again. Suddenly it occurred to me, "Do other people ever do the
`Best' or `Better' thing?"

He smiled widely, "Sure, you've heard of sex, right?"

"This is sex?" I said puzzled, "I thought you could only do that with
girls."

"Yes," he said shaking his head, "This is sex, some people think you should
only do it with girls, but I think you should get those feelings any way
you can and there are lots of ways for boys to have them!"

"What about men?" I asked, then glanced down and saw it; his boxers all
puffed out, the front full of wet spots.

"Yes," he grinned back, that glint back in his eye, the protrusion in his
underwear fluttering, "But it can wait until after we eat."

He turned and started the water, then leaned back across from me and opened
the cabinet door and pulled out a bottle. He stopped up the drain and
poured some of it in the water, but it wasn't like my "Mr. Bubble" bubble
bath at Grandmas. This smelled heavenly, sort of like the soft scent of a
freshly cut apple, green and crisp that wafts into your nose from across
the room.

"In you go!" he cried and lifted me, plopping my naked backside into the
water. "You just take it easy, wash up slowly. Turn off the water when it
gets filled, I'll go fix the food."

"Okay, Neil," I happily agreed and lay my head back and closed my eyes.

Laying there in the warm water, that light, fragrant smell very relaxing, I
just floated both physically and mentally and thoughts and pictures sort of
flashed in my head. The tremendous feelings that my wiener was capable of,
and how lucky I was to have a friend like Neil to show me. Pictures of
friends, girls and what they would look naked flashed through my thinking
and I finally started to wonder if I could go about making my older friend
get those wonderful feelings and would it please Neil.

He tapped lightly on the door, and then came in, holding something in his
hand. "Hey sport," he grinned as he looked down and I realized I was
playing with myself, "Can't get enough, huh?"

"Never!" I grinned and let my little pecker go, "What's that?" I indicated
the thing in his fist.

"This is what I'd like you to wear for dinner," he laughed and spread it
out.

He was stretching out something that looked like a marble sack with three
strings, two stringing out from the sides, which met up with the third at
the back. He explained it was called a `posing strap' that muscle men wore
them so they could exhibit nearly all of their bodies during competition or
just showing off for the camera.

"I don't have muscles," I said pragmatically, a trait passed on from my
father.

"Not big ones," he smiled, "But I would like it if you showed them off for
me."

"Okay," I grinned, figuring if it made him happy, I could do it.

Funny how the mind works, he'd already seen me naked and running around in
just underwear, played with my peter, even put it in his mouth, but
something about that garment gave it a totally different
feel. Embarrassing, but I finally realized, sexy as hell as I slipped it on
after drying off and just as quickly that sexiness became me and I started
doing stupid poses and pretending to flex my muscles in front of the
mirror.

"My goodness," he laughed lightly at my antics, "You really are one sexy
creature!"

I grinned and blushed, fully aware of the pouch holding my goodies, how my
butt was completely exposed, and the tan lines that showed from the hours
out at the lake in just my swimming trunks.

"Maybe you'll," and he sort of paused, then didn't go on, a slight shake of
his head.

"What?" I asked; I was ready now to do pretty much anything to please my
older friend.

"Well," he started slowly, "I was thinking about asking you to let me take
some pictures."

"In this?" I replied with horror, "Geez, Neil, what if somebody else sees
them!"

"They'd probably say, "Wow! What a handsome young man! Look at all those
muscles!"

"Stop it!" I giggled and threw a punch he easily avoided. "You really want
too?"

"If you'll let me," he smiled, putting his arm around my shoulder, sending
that feeling of warmth through my small frame, "Come here," he said,
leading me out and into his bedroom, where he sat me on the bed, then went
to a dresser and pulled out a small magazine.

"Take a look at these guys," he said as handed me the magazine, "I'll go
check on dinner again."

Now I know it was the precursor to porno, how in the early days they tried
to avoid censorship and prosecution, but back then all I saw was page after
page of oiled, muscled men posing and showing themselves off in exactly the
same kind of strap I had on. To my amazement there was even a couple of
guys not that much older then me and they wore it too and looked like they
were having a lot of fun, smiling and posing. I decided right then and
there that if Neil wanted too, he could take pictures of me.

"Okay," I said as I walked confidently into the kitchen, the smell of
spaghetti and garlic bread causing my belly to grumble. "I'll pose for you
like this, if you wanna take pictures."

"That's great Kenny!" he beamed and I felt proud in making him happy,
"Sounds like right now your hungry, so let's eat first!" he grinned and
pulled out a chair for me.

He wasn't a bad cook either, the spaghetti was great with his mushroom
sauce and I loved garlic bread anyway. I wound up having two helpings of
each, plus three glasses of milk. By the time I let out a small burp of
satisfaction, I was a mess, a happy sauce faced and beaming mess.

"'Scuse me," I grinned and covered my mouth.

"Your excused," he smiled back, "I'll take that as a compliment to my
cooking, help me put the dishes in the sink, we'll let them soak and do
them later."

We piled everything, he squirted some detergent in filled it up, huge mound
of bubbles in the middle that made me laugh. He swiped some on a finger,
then my nose.

"Look at you!" he declared, kneeling next to me, "You're a god awful mess,
kid! You're getting a trip to the Hampton Boy Wash! (His last name, his
full name was Neilson Bedford Hampton III)."

He leaned and licked some sauce off my cheek, then started using his tongue
to lick off any stray splotches and then some. He suckled both my little
nipples and tongued my belly button, as I giggled and wiggled, one of his
hands on my bare butt cheeks, the other wrapped around my shoulders. Then
he moved a little more in front and kissed me again, this time touching my
lips with his tongue. I didn't know you were suppose to, but I
instinctively parted mine and he slipped his tongue right in, touching mine
and moving around, starting those feelings way down in my tummy, though
were they found room I have no idea.

"Would you like to just cuddle a little, or are you ready to pose for me?"
he asked after pulling back and just holding me for a second until my eyes
fluttered open.

"We can do the pictures if you want." I said with a contented smile.

"Wonderful," he smiled, "Let's go into the living room!"

It took him a few moments, he moved a chair and took some lampshades off so
there was a brighter spot in the middle of the room and I got the thought
that as quickly as he did it, it looked like he'd done it before, more then
once. He went to a cabinet and pulled out this funny looking box thing and
I realized he had one of the new ones were the picture comes out instantly
and got all excited because I was thinking it would be week before we'd get
to see what they came out like.

He went and got the magazine quick, then showed me which poses and off we
went. He had me flex my arms, stretch out a leg, all the ones in that
glossy, black and white photo book. It was fun, but he wouldn't stop until
he got all the poses he wanted, which was smart anyway, because by the time
he did the last one, the first ones were completely developed.

We sat in the lounge, me on his lap of course, giggling, at least I was, he
was all complimentary, my muscles, my hair, my whole body. Then there was
that warm, insistent prodding at my butt again, except this time, with no
underpants in the way, just a string stuck between my cheeks, I could
really feel it, the warmth, and it felt so hard and long. I was thinking
about that when he broke my concentration by reaching into a pocket on the
side of the chair.

"Take a look at these, baby boy," he said bringing up a packet of the same
kind of pictures, "This is my nephew, Christian," showing me the first one,
"I'd like you two too meet someday soon, but I wanted to show you these
before I asked you if you'd pose like this too," and he flipped the next
one.

I suppose I should have guessed, but this was all so new to me, I'd never
even had an erection that I'd been conscious of three weeks ago, but the
image on the photograph was still shocking. It was the same, very cute boy,
who was obviously a couple of years older then me because you could see
little wings of hair around his penis.

Yes, he was completely nude and in subsequent ones that Neil flipped he had
an erection and would hold it like he was doing the `best' thing by himself
and like little kids do, I suddenly made the connection, I could do the
`best' thing all by myself if I wanted to!

"So will you, Kenny? Please?" he asked, giving me that `I want' look that
kids will try on parents or authority figures.

"Promise me you won't ever show them to anybody?" I queried after
contemplating it for a couple seconds.

"I promise." He said, but left off any silliness this time.

"But you showed me the one's Christian let you take." I thought I'd trapped
him.

"That's because he wanted me too, after all I've told him about you, he
said it was okay, and he really wants too meet you Kenny." He said in his
salesman tone, making the pitch.

"He said it was okay?"

"Honest, you can ask him yourself."

"Okay," I resigned, not really sure about this part.

"YEAH!" he cheered like I would have, had I been offered a second ride on a
Ferris wheel at the county fair.

So we went through another whole round of posing, the flash going off in my
eyes, except this time I was nude. I was touching myself, making my little
dick get hard, pretending I was getting those great feelings. I even pulled
my knees up and let him take several of my butt and hole. Guilt feelings
were there, but as I sort of realized how excited this was making him, I
pushed them inside my brain and really started getting into it.

"Wow!" he said with a huff, leaning back on his heels after having just
taken the last one, where I was both holding my butt open and pointing my
little boner at the camera, sticking my tongue out. "That was fantastic,
Kenny, you're a natural!" he beamed.

As I relaxed into a more normal position and blushed at his reverence, I
glanced at his crotch and there it was, sticking out of the fly, his
cock. Purple head all slimy and shiny looking, veins running down the shaft
and black and brown curly hairs all wrapped around the base. The first
man's penis I could ever recall seeing, let alone erect and I couldn't tear
my eyes away, it was so much different then my tender, tiny thing. He set
the camera aside without a word, then lay back on the carpet and slipped
them off, tossing them away and just laying there, looking at me, not
saying a word, but telling me exactly what he wanted.

I crawled off the lounge and doggie walked over to him, and then leaned
back as he had, on my heels. I reached out and slipped my fingers around
the shaft about half way up and without being told, moved it slowly up and
down, giving it little twists, eyes never leaving the action, fingers
getting coated with the clear slimy liquid. He wrapped his arm around my
back, his hand drifting up and turning me by my neck and started kissing
me.

"Don't stop with your hand," he whispered in my ear.

I tried, but I couldn't concentrate on those two things, so he used his
other fist over mine and did the work, but using my hand and kissing me
fiercely, almost rough. He stopped and his hand worked mine faster and he
sort of hissed in my ear, turning my head again, pushing me down just a
bit, "Watch, baby boy, this is what a man does when he gets those great
feelings!"

He grunted and pumped, his whole body going rigid as he tightly squeezed my
hand against his throbbing cock and I felt it swell, then he huffed and
released the pressure and this glop of liquid shot out from between those
red lips and landed on my cheek. He let me pull up as he grunted again and
shot another glob up onto his chest, the third falling into his navel, the
next matting down the hairs that ran from the bottom of his belly button to
the thick forest surrounding his pulsing erection. He stroked slowly and
more of the milky white stuff oozed from out of the whole and slid down
over his and my fingers. He finally let go, but my hand just stayed there,
while he collapsed onto the carpet, breathing slow long breaths, eyes
closed, and face placid in a curled smile.

I finally let go, looking at the stickiness on my hand and just in shock
basically, I'd never dreamed a penis could do that and I was trying to
digest it, when he turned my face to him and swiped the small splotch off
my cheek and licked it off his finger. Then he reached down and took a
little more from his chest and swiped some on my lips before I could pull
away.

My tongue shot out on instinct and licked, it was salty but there wasn't
enough there to taste anything else, but he wisely didn't push the
situation, raising slowly and pulling me with him. He walked us to the
bathroom and warmed a cloth, wiping us both down and probably for the first
time since we'd been together; neither he nor I was excited by it.

We went back out and snuggled, still both nude, in the lounger and it was
several long minutes that we just sat there, saying nothing, or moving. I
had no idea how to feel, I mean I knew it was something that we weren't
supposed to be doing. But I'd wanted to be nasty, I made the choice, so
what was the big deal? Part of me knew it, but the other part couldn't
process it.

It was the way he'd held my head, moved it closer so it would land on my
face. For the first time I'd felt out of control, but didn't have the
experience to know what it was, just that also for the first time, I felt
bad about doing these things.

Part Two Ends Here

Part Three hasn't formed yet, I'm not sure which direction it will or
should take, which also makes me open for suggestions.

Wink!

Comments are welcome at aberration@hush.com