Date: Sun, 30 Apr 2006 01:40:28 -0700
From: aberration@hush.com
Subject: Popsicle Beach Part Three adult/youth

Popsicle Beach
By: Aberration

Your responses and I truly thank you all who did, are very stimulating to
the flow, so here is:

Chapter Three

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




"Do you think you'd like to meet Christian?" Neil softly asked me, cuddling
me a little tighter.

"Sure," I said without hesitation, "Does he live around here?"

"Yes, on the other side of town," he said, his hand now caressing my tummy
again. "He was going to come here tomorrow, but I would tell him not too,
if you weren't up to meeting my other baby boy." he giggled a little, and
something struck a nerve.

"I thought you said I was special!" I pouted, confused about the whole
thing.

"Oh Kenny!" he said, with what sounded to me at least like alarm, "You are,
you're very special, but does that have too mean I can't have other special
boys?"

"Yes" I said flatly, now a little put out, nearly to the point of feeling
betrayed.

"Well that's the way it is, my sweet Kenny, see Christian doesn't want to
be my special boy any more, that's why I picked you, out of all the boys
around here!"

He hugged me gently and kissed the side of my head.

"Why doesn't he want to be your special boy anymore?" I asked my nerves
calmed slightly.

"He's got a girlfriend," he said, not able to mask his slight hint of
contempt. "You don't like girls, do you Kenny?" he asked, with that same
puppy dog, sad eyed routine.

"Heck no," I smiled at him, "Girls are yucky, all giggly and stupid."

"You're right!" he declared with a happy grin, "They don't giggle near as
sweet as you!" and he tickled me enough for a series of laughs.

"Would you like to see a movie of Christian?" he asked, back to petting me
again.

"A movie, like in movie stars?" I asked in doubt.

"No," he laughed softly, "I should have been more specific, there's nothing
like a special baby boy to keep you honest!" and he kissed me on the lips,
but just pecked them. "No, I meant an 8 mm Home made movie that we made
just after he turned twelve."

"Like those pictures?" I said, just a little sharper then I'd been a few
hours ago.

"Yes, like that," he grinned, sort of like a teacher gives you when you
answer the question right.

"Okay, yeah!" I suddenly felt like being a little nasty.

Again, it took a few minutes to set things up, so he sent me to the kitchen
for sodas and had everything ready as I returned. He turned off the lights
and clicked on the projector which whirled and flicked the light on the
screen.

"He sure is good looking!" I said as we watched him frolicking in a tub of
suds.

"Yes he is, runs in the family!" he clicked his cheek and winked at me.

"Shut up!" I laughed back. "He's MUCH better looking then you!"

"I'm glad you think so, no more popsicles for you!" he teased then squeezed
me tight when I pretended to pout.

Christian stood in the tub and had this long tube thing that extended the
water flow so he could rinse himself off. I asked Neil about it and he said
it was typical in Europe, where they made the film, while vacationing in
France.

You could tell he was younger then in the Polaroid pictures, his dickey was
about the same size, but there weren't any hairs around it yet. He turned
off the water and hung the tube thing back up and you could tell somebody
said something to him, because he looked up at camera, and then it looked
like he sort of let out a sigh. He stood in the middle of the tub and
started playing with his wiener, getting it all stiff. Then he looked at
the camera again, stepped out of the tub and got onto his knees and turned
sideways. The camera zoomed in closer so just his head and shoulders could
be seen, disappointing me that I couldn't see his dickey anymore, but then
from the left a man's torso appears, large hairy cock half erect and you
could all ready see the tip was wet.

The boy never hesitated, gripping the shaft at the base and pointing it,
slipped his mouth over the end and slid almost halfway down the fat cock
and bobbed back up and down for a few seconds, a strand of clear liquid
spreading from his lips to the tip as he pulled back a little. He giggled
and wiped his mouth, then went right back onto the thing and started
sucking and licking it like crazy. I was totally entranced and probably
licked my lips a few times, the whole thing stimulating all of my senses,
it was so nasty, but so exciting.

"What do you think, baby boy," Neil virtually hissed at me, "Does that look
like something you'd like to give a try?"

I felt the movement before I could react, he'd extracted his hard on from
his boxer's and it was poised and throbbing against my leg, the tip wet
just like on screen. It froze me and I can still see clearly the veins
running the length, the pink, purple crown, a perfect circumcision ring
just underneath, strong stalk nestled in minimal but full bush of golden
brown pubes.

"Yes" I heard a voice surprisingly like my own say confidently.

"Yes what, baby boy, tell me, say it for me." He whispered urgently.

"Yes," I said with just a little less confidence, "I want to try putting
your wiener in my mouth." I finished roughly, my throat and mouth suddenly
dry.

"I'd like that," he purred, "and you only have to do what you want to do,
baby boy, I won't touch you, or make you do anything else."

"What about that stuff that comes out, the cum?" I wanted to know, pointing
at the screen, Christian with his mouth open and that dick spurting those
wads of goo into it.

"We won't go that far tonight, Kenny, I promise," he said as he moved me
off his lap and got up, "that's something you have to learn to like, I'll
give you plenty of warning and you can just finish it with your hand,
okay?" He said as he flicked off the projector and looked back to me.

"Promise?" I looked at him with my wide eyed puppy dog plea. "No grabbing
my neck or stuff?

"Yes, sweet boy," he stroked my cheek, "I promise."

"Okay," I agreed, "but can we go lay on the bed?"

"Of course," he smiled gently, "Anything for my baby boy."

Another kiss, a little longer a little more intense, some tongue and I'm
going quivery as he picks me up and we take that quick stroll that would
become so familiar over the coming weeks. Placing me on the bed, I watched
again as he slipped his boxers off and I could see his full, naked body, so
many muscles, interesting patterns of soft, brown hairs and his cock, large
to me, average for a man, stiff and pointing straight up his belly. I
watched it the whole time it took him to peel off my undies, little boner
waggling and then laid down and put his arms up behind his head.

"Just take your time," he softly smiled, "Check it out at your own speed."

I sat next to him, Indian style, and reached out to feel his manly pole for
the second time, except now I could really feel it, so I just played and
studied for a bit. My fingers sifted through his pubes, they felt coarser
then the few on his chest or even his legs, but his balls fascinated
me. There were no hairs at all and they felt so soft and it brought to mind
a film in science class that showed chicken eggs just after they'd come
from the hen, these things felt like those looked, as I rolled them around
in my small hand.

Then I took the shaft like I'd seen Christian do and kind of made his
erection stand straight up, then let go and it would snap back down on his
belly. I couldn't stifle a giggle and looked up at Neil who was just
grinning back. Focusing back to his boner I lifted it again, then leaned
in, hearing him snake a breath between his teeth and the thought just
popped into my brain that he was really wanting this, I had something he
wanted, as I stared at the purplish pink crown.

A little crystal drop popped up between the tiny red lips, then more oozed
out and dripped over the mound, falling onto my wrist. I didn't even think
about it, just pulled my hand up and licked it off, then grabbed his pole
and slowly squeezed as I moved it up and down, making more come bubbling
out. Then the flavor entered me two ways, the small bit I'd tongued and the
smell coming from Neil's crotch and it just sort of stunned me, but I swear
I suddenly wanted to taste it again and leaned over and swiped my tongue
strongly over the fat, pulsing opening.

"Ohhh, baby boy," he groaned and peered down at me as I looked up, moving
my lips and mouth as though relishing tomato soup or something. "You're so
special, I'm so happy you want to do this for me."

I did feel special, the taste was on its way to being desirable, I had my
friend's hard wiener in my hand and he truly looked as though he would
burst if I continued, so of course I did. Still watching him, I slipped my
little mouth over the tip until they reached the ridge and just sort of
sucked a couple times, like you do to get the entire flavor from the end of
your Popsicle before you snap it off.

"Ahhhh yes, that's it Kenny, that's wonderful!" he moaned. "If you want,
just do that, but use your fingers and stroke me like I showed you before."
then lay back, and closed his eyes.

I'm sure my brow furrowed in concentration, working at keeping the suction
going and squeezing the bottom part up and down. Then I remembered that
film again and slipped my lips off, getting that stream of sticky precum,
just like Christian had and I had to threw my hand up and wipe, then
giggled and shook my head and plunged right back too it. This time I used
my tongue and licked more, every time the taste, the feel of it sliding
between my lips made me speed up and by the time I was making the motions,
I knew I liked doing this.

I really turned loose, rubbing his shaft all over my face, kissing the end,
then tonguing it and sliding my lips over and sucking it hard and long. I
was becoming a cocksucker, loving it, not even realizing that my little
dick was hard and pulsing. Neil pulled on my leg and drew it over his
torso, so now I was straddling him, my butt in his face, reached out and
pulled on my tiny boner. I groaned and slid my mouth down even farther on
the shaft till my nose bumped into his balls; I'd gotten the whole thing in
my mouth.

"Ohhh myymyy gaawd!" he softly groaned, "BABY BOY! Christian never did that
for me, oh gawd your so special!"

The feeling was welling up behind my balls again, so I heard but didn't, I
just keep bobbing my head, feeling Neil's hard cock slide in and out
between my lips. I couldn't take it all every time without gagging, so I'd
slow once in awhile and get my nose down there and sniff hard, the scent
getting me so excited I eagerly worked on the task at hand.

"Better get off, baby boy," he warned and I could feel his penis swelling.

I pulled up, but kept stroking him like he said I should and he groaned and
pushed up, firing his first shot that splattered up onto my chest. I
watched it start to slide down and something, a switch got thrown I guess,
for without really thinking about it, I just leaned back down and slipped
my lips back over that pulsing, throbbing cock and let him shoot the rest
right into my mouth.

"Don't swallow it!" he cried as another pumped out onto my tongue, "Come up
here, quick!" he urgently tugged at me, turned me around and gripped me in
a bear hug and planted his lips to mine.

When his tongue touched mine I opened and his cum flowed back into his
mouth freely and he groaned, pressed harder and swirled his tongue around,
passing it back it forth between our gaping mouths. He left me just a
little and leaned back and swallowed.

"Now you, Kenny, go ahead and taste it, let slide down to your tummy."

The flavor was overpowering, but for me it clicked on the side of desirable
and I swallowed, feeling it slip past my throat and gone. Then that little
thing clicked in my head again and I smacked my lips and said "AHHHHHH!"
then just grinned from ear to ear.

He looked almost in shock for a second, then laughed heartily and pulled me
back down on top of him and hugged me gently, whispering in my ear, "I love
you baby boy!"

"I love you too, Neil!" I whispered back.

We fell asleep just like that, waking only in the early morning as the sun
crept through the blind on the window. We just squinted at each other,
groaned and he wrapped me in his arms, pulling me in close, spooning me and
we drifted back off to sleep.


Part Three Ends Here

My thinking as I completed this part would be to have Christian discover
them still asleep, feel jealousy creep in, yet still get talked into
participating.

He then gets little Kenny aside, exposes his Uncle Neil's lie about a
girlfriend and the real reason Christian wouldn't be Neil's baby-boy
anymore.

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