Date: Fri, 23 Aug 2002 10:37:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Ray Of sunshine

This story depicts sex between a young teen boy and an adult male. If this
bothers you, or if for any reason you should not be reading this kind of
story, then you should go away. There is nothing in this story that is
remotely true. Well, maybe remotely but very very remotely and certainly
not the characters. I have no knowledge by experience or ear of anything
like what this story is about.


Chapter 1

It was kind of a dreary little town, as small towns go, if a population of
twenty thousand is considered small. I worked for a mom and pop business
that was beginning to expand from the city into small towns, just like this
one, and I had moved here to open and manage the new store, getting myself
out of the city. While I did well at the medium paying job, I had a bit of
a drug problem that was known only to me, so I figured the change of
scenery would help me kick it.  The business was located on the waterfront,
at the edge of downtown and I had found a small, older house close by that
went for pretty cheap.  The price was appropriate since the house pretty
much matched the dreariness of everything else within fifty miles of it.
The one thing of beauty, or peace or attraction , whatever you want to call
it, was a small waterfront park that was close by. When I finished work, or
even sometimes for lunch, I would walk to the park and eat or just sit and
listen to the sound of the waves as they rolled on to the rocks that made
up the shore line.

I was sitting one night after work, about seven o'clock, quietly taking in
the sounds of seagulls, waves, the occasional horn from town. The day had
been a typical gray overcast day that threatened to rain. At twenty three,
I was getting pretty tired of the weather and dreamed of moving someplace
warm, with white sandy beaches and palm trees. Like 75% of the rest of the
country, Hawaii came to mind, but I lacked the know how, or maybe the
balls, to go for it. Of course having few marketable skills didn't help
much. Sure, I had a bachelors degree in business management but I didn't
see that as a great gold mine, but then, my self confidence matched the
dreariness of the my environment so perhaps I deserved to stay here, maybe
I didn't really belong on white sandy beaches under palm trees. I wasn't
using though, so that was a plus, although my surroundings seem to
encourage it.

I was mulling my miserable existence for the millionth time and didn't see
or hear him as he skipped rocks over the waves twenty feet away. It was
only when he plopped down on the far end of my bench that I climbed out of
my reverie and got reacquainted with my surroundings, miserable though I
thought they were. Naturally I glanced over to see what had ruined a
perfectly good depressed mood to see a boy, maybe eleven or twelve, not
that I am a good judge.  He was wearing a well worn Raiders cap backwards
on his head, yellow t-shirt that had seen better days, or at least cleaner
ones, and baggy half jeans whose wear matched everything else. The face
though was a ray of sunshine. Smooth, clear of any blemishes that I could
detect in the failing light, grey eyes framed by long dark lashes, he was
cute, maybe even beautiful, by any standard. Medium brown hair curled out
from under the cap at his ears and back of his head. The glance lasted only
a few seconds but it seemed like slow motion as I took all this information
in.  When he smiled at me, his perfect teeth almost blinding in their
whiteness.

"Hey" he said in a voice that still belonged to a boy not yet into puberty.

"Hey" I said back, trying to force myself to produce a smile.

"Did I disturb your thinking," he asked with a little concern, "I'm sorry
if I did, I can move" he rushed on.

"No, no, that's ok, I probably needed to change what I was thinking
anyhow," I responded back to him.

He turned more to face me than the waterfront and asked, "What were you
thinking about, if I may ask?"

Polite little guy I thought to myself and found that I wanted to continue
talking with him.

"Oh, a lot of things, most of them negative" I replied with a sigh.

"Like how crummy this town is, how crappy the weather is most of the time,
how your job sucks and how you want to move someplace warm and sunny?" he
stated, with barely an inflection of a question.

My mouth must have dropped open because he laughed, a wonderful melodic
sound, almost as soothing as a wind chime.

"That's what most adults say when they look like you were looking like,
sometimes even when they don't look like that. I guess I might think like
that too when I grow up but for now, it's an okay place, of course I don't
have a job but I have school and it's not so bad. My mom says it sometimes
too" and at this point his face clouded over slightly but the brightness
was right back.  "Come on, I'll show you something," he said and got up and
began walking the trail between the stand of huge fir trees that made up
the park and the water. I got up and followed and caught up with him when
he stopped. He pointed up toward the top of the tree and said,

"See, an Eagle's nest. Don't see them in town like that, kinda unusual.
Have you ever seen an Eagle flying," he asked and without waiting for an
answer went on, "It's a way kewl thing to see, they are really majestic
like."

He stepped back a bit then pointed at the trees in general. "Look at the
size of these trees, they're huge, which means they're old. Way back a long
time ago one of the guys that built this town owned the property and gave
it to the town for it's first park and said they couldn't cut em down."

"I guess what I'm saying is, there are lotsa things here that make it an
okay place to live, ya know."

We paused for a moment and we both looked around.  He pointed out to the
open water just the water was dying down from what appeared to be a large
splash.

"Watch," he said. A moment later a huge shape came up out of the water and
went back down.

"A whale" he commented. Don't get to see that very often either.  He looked
at his watch and said he had to "git" and started jogging off. He stopped a
ways down the trail and yelled back,

"Name's Jared, see you tomorrow Shawn," turned back and continued jogging.
It wasn't until the next day that I realized, I hadn't told him my name.


Chapter 2

I went home in a better mood that night, a mood that carried over into the
next day. I wondered if Jared would show up, looked forward to it.  I sat
on the bench after work and sure enough he showed up and plopped down on
the bench, just like the evening before. He was bubbly, chatty, outgoing,
charming and just damned cute and as the days went on, I looked more and
more toward spending time with him. Like most boys his age he had a ton of
questions and unlike boys his age, he didn't seem to have any bad days.

Over the course of the next few weeks, I discovered he was a seventh grader
in the local middle school, he lived with his mom who tended bar downtown
at night so he was left alone a lot. He and his mom got along great he said
except that he didn't see her as much as he would have liked. He always
left about the same time everyday and I found out that he visited his great
grandmother in a nursing home not far from where we were. She was the only
family they had here and he enjoyed the time he spent with her, she
seemingly having played a large part in his younger growing up years.
During those few weeks Jared also broke the boundaries barrier by sitting
close to me on the bench and standing close enough to me so that when we
walked I draped an arm over his shoulder. At about five feet three inches,
he was almost perfect for my five foot eight, snuggling right in and often
placing an arm around my waist.

At this point in time, I hadn't had any particular interest in boys. In
fact, I didn't seem to have an interest in girls either, never having had a
girlfriend. Another thing on interest, in fact, I was still a virgin. So,
when I discovered that I was having deeper feelings for Jared, I began to
question my own sexuality, wondering if deep down, maybe I was gay. I know
that sounds pretty silly for a guy my age to not know but seriously, I just
hadn't considered it. I usually jacked off to girl type fantasies but I
didn't even seem to do that very often. Weird.

One evening we were sitting and talking, alternated with periods of
silence, which we both seemed ok with.  Jared seemed to having something on
his mind and I commented on it.  He seemed to blush a little and brushed it
off. After a few minutes more silence he said,

"Can I tell you something Shawn and you won't think I'm weird or
something?"  I told him he could tell me or ask me any thing at all and I
would never think he was weird and I would never laugh at him or put him
down for anything he thought.

"Well," he went slowly, as if struggling for the right words, "I had a wet
dream last night. I never had one before"

Sex was something that just hadn't come up in our evening chats so I was a
little bit surprised. I said, "Well Jared, from what I know, that isn't
unusual for guys, specially boys your age."  He didn't say anything for a
bit then went on,

"Well," he went on quietly, "there's more, and that's the part that's hard
to tell of.  I was dreaming about you when it happened."

Now, that shocked me to reality and my reaction must have been visible to
the young boy because his head dropped to his chest.

"I knew you'd think bad of me." He started to get up and I initiated
touching him for the first time. I put my hand on his shoulder to make him
stay.

"No, no, Jared," I whispered back to him, "I don't think it's weird and I
don't think you're bad at all. I really don't know all that much about sex
and I've never ever told anyone this, but I am still a virgin, I've never
had sex with anyone at ever. I mean, I know that guys like guys sometimes
and that's ok, I just don't know much more about it. No one has ever
expressed any interest in me that way, at least not that I know of, so that
is as much a surprise as anything." My self esteem didn't allow me to think
of myself as attractive to anyone, much less a young teenage boy. I didn't
think of myself as ugly, just not anything.

We were looking at each other now, in the dwindling light, two friends
baring their souls and not sure what to say next.

"Can I ask you what the dream was about Jared?" I asked

"I can't remember all of it but I think we were messin around and I think I
was suckin on your thing, ya know, your cock." His head had dropped back to
his chest, clearly embarrassed.

I didn't know what else to say or do at the moment so put my hand on his
shoulder and pulled gently telling him to come here.  He slid next to me,
and I put my around his shoulder and pulled him tight to hug him. He threw
his arms around my waist, buried his head in my chest and held on for dear
life. I put my other arm around him and there we sat for a few minutes,
hugging almost protectively, fiercely, my chin resting on the top of his
pretty little head.

"I think of you a lot Shawn," he said, voice slightly muffled by my body.
"I watched you here before we ever met, I asked someone else who you were,
and I made a plan to meet you, just like it happened."  He rushed on, "I've
never liked girls much, I've liked a few boys but that's all. I've been
afraid to say anything to anyone cause it's so...gay.

I told him that since I had met him, I had thought of him a lot too, and
even found myself wondering if it was a sexual attraction. It was all so
new to me that I really didn't know what to think.  My sharing that with
him seemed to make him a little more bold so he said,

"I have even played with myself and squirted thinking about you Shawn. I
mean, my thing is hard right now just talking of it and having you hold
me."

Although I hadn't been hard, I was getting there. The talk, the closeness
of his firm young body, knowing that he was turned on by me generated
feelings that I had rarely experienced, and I told him so.

"Do you really," he asked looking up at me, "is your thing hard too." I
replied that indeed it seemed that way.  Embolden by my admission, he
placed his hand on my lap and felt around, finding my stiffened cock right
away.

"Oh man, it is hard Shawn, your thing feels so hard. Do you want to touch
mine Shawn, do you want to feel on my thing too?" he asked, hope in his
young voice.

My eyes had been scanning around to see if we were alone and we were.
People came here during the day but after work hours, the place was
generally deserted.  Without saying anything I let my hand drop to Jared's
lap and found that what he said was true, he was hard, very hard from what
I could tell. I squeezed him gently, trying to gauge his size but it was
tough with the excess cloth in the way. Jared sensed what I was doing and
reached down to unsnap and unzip his pants, then his hand returned to my
lap. I slipped my hand inside, discovering boxers, and latched onto his
rigid young cock through the cloth. He moaned quietly as I felt him,
discovering about five inches of rock solid boy flesh.  My own cock was
straining in my pants and Jared, again sensing my need, and probably his as
well, unzipped my pants and tried to get his hand in. I helped by
unbuttoning them and he slipped his hand inside, exploring my flesh, as I
explored his.  Whispering he said,

"Gosh Shawn, your thing feels so big and it's so hard, oh man."  He hadn't
touched flesh yet but what he was doing created the best feeling I had ever
had, better than the drugs I no longer used, and I told him so.

"Ya, you're touchin me like that feels really good too Shawn, it makes me
want to squirt out my sperms, oh man. I opened the fly of his boxers and
pulled the young shaft out, felt up and down it's length, discovering that
the boy was circumcised, and I began slowly stroking on it. God his flesh
felt so good in my hand, firm yet the softness of skin, and so so warm.
Jared moaned, his breathing became faster, as I manipulated his penis and
it was only a moment before I felt it swell in my hand and the boy grunted
as his young cum popped out the top.  I made the assumption that there was
actual content cause by now it was too dark to really see clearly and the
park didn't have lights.

"Oh man," he finally whispered, "that felt so awesome Shawn, gosh."  I
asked him if he made actual sperm and he replied that he did, not lots,
just a few globs of the stuff.

"I want to make you squirt out too Shawn," he said, "I bet you make lotsa
squirts." I replied that I did and that it would be a much bigger mess to
clean up than what his might be. I also knew that I wanted this divine
young boy to make me cum so I suggested that I turn sideways and he might
direct the spray onto the bench. He agreed.

We disengaged from the hug, he moving aside slightly and I rolled kind of
onto one hip. Jared pulled my cock out through the fly of my boxers as I
had done to him and began stroking my cock.

"Gosh it's so big and so hard Shawn, oh man," he said, a degree of awe in
his voice. The angle wasn't the best for him but the boy managed and it
didn't take long before the feelings started.

"It's gonna come out Jared, go a little faster," I whispered and he picked
up speed.  And then it happened. I grunted, my body convulsing repeatedly
as my cock jetted out glob after glob of cum, splattering the back of the
bench, my orgasm created for the first time by someone other than myself.
And it felt damned fucking great.

"Oh man Shawn," the boy exclaimed, "I couldn't see but it looked like you
made a ton of sperms, I wish I coulda saw it squirt out." I told him that
it felt really great, his jacking me off like that and I wished I could
have seen him squirt too.

"Let's go to your house then Shawn, lets go and do sexy again and watch
each other squirt out sperms."  His voice began to rise in the excitement
he must have been feeling.  I was a little nervous about having a young
teenage boy in my house, having sex. If we got caught it would be the end
of me.  Jared must have sensed my concerns.

"Don't worry Shawn, I won't tell anyone, I promise. I don't know anyone I
could tell and besides I could never live it down in this town if people
knew."  Of course the consequences were much different for me but the
perception he had of how bad it would be for him was very real and severe
in his mind.  I really did want to devour this boy to see his naked body
and hold it in my arms, to taste his cock, his young cum.

"Ok," I said, "common."  we both tucked ourselves back in, having to stand
up to finish as mine was still hard and I was guessing his was too.


Chapter 3

We talked as we walked about nothing in particular and keeping some
distance between us. Wouldn't want anyone to suspect anything. Not that
they would of course but our paranoia was kicked up a notch, knowing that
we were headed toward illegal waters.  One good thing about my little house
is that it's surrounded by a tall hedge that probably hadn't been trimmed
since Jared was born. There was a small opening for the driveway, the only
real access to the property, and since there were no neighbors real close,
it had privacy.  The house itself was a two bedroom one bath, probably
built in the 1930's and last painted about the same time. It had a covered
porch along the entire front, and that was kind of cool. I unlocked the
front door and ushered my young guest inside, closing the door after us.

I had left a small table lamp on so it would be light when I got home.  I
pulled the curtains while Jared gazed around the place. It was dingy, the
furniture old but it was clean, and it served my purpose since until now, I
had never entertained. I had a few posters on the wall, Morrison, Hendrix
and Joplin, one of Led Zeppelin. It hadn't occurred to me until just that
moment that three of them were dead as was Zepp's drummer and I wondered
for a second if that was some kind of reflection on my personality.  Aside
from those things I had a decent stereo and large TV, and that was about
it.

"I like your place Shawn, it's cool," he said as he took of the long
sleeved shirt that served as a kind of windbreaker. He kicked off his
sneakers and in a flash had undone the snap on his pants and let them drop
to the floor. Although his t-shirt came down over his genitals, I could
still see a bulge sticking out, his young cock hard, as he stepped out of
his pants and came over to me.

"I really want to see your big hard thing Shawn," he said as he undid my
pants and pulled them far enough down for them to fall the rest of the way
on their own.  My shirt was covering my groin as well and he pulled it up
to my waist so he could see my boxers, and the bulge in the front. I took
the cue and pulled my shirt over my head, and we both stood in the center
of my living room in our underwear, obviously rock hard cocks standing at
attention and, I for one, not knowing exactly what to do.

I reached out and caught the bottom of Jared's T and lifted it gently up
over his gorgeous face, then just looked at him. He was slender, but well
formed, the definition of the man he would become, clearly in evidence. His
belly was flat, firm looking, and sloped gently into the waistband of his
underwear. He was a beautiful boy of that there was no doubt. And I told
him so.  He came closer to me and took my hand and said,

"You're handsome too Shawn, you just don't know it. I like looking at you,
it makes me feel kinda tingly in my tummy." He ran his hands slowly up and
down the front of my body, from nipples to belly button, like a blind
person feeling their way. Like Jared, I had no excess hair there, and
barely a trail from my navel to my dick.  Maybe it was cause I was
dishwater blonde cause the hairs on my arms wasn't that thick either and
very light colored, same with my legs.

"Your body is so smooth and hard," he whispered, his hands continuing to
explore a little longer then stopping at the waistband of my boxers. He
looked up at me as his finger slipped inside the pulled the cloth downward,
out and over my stiff dick, and lowered them, along with himself, bringing
him face to face with the object of his desire. Once the boxers were all
the way down, he reached out and grasped my throbbing cock in his hand.

"Oh man Shawn, your thing is so so beautiful, so hard, and so big," he said
quietly as his hand squeezed gently up and down the length. "And so much
stuff leaking out."  His hand moved to cup my balls and heft them, feeling
their weight and size. "Gosh your balls feel heavy to me Shawn," he
commented. At just a little bit over six and a half inches, I didn't feel
all that big but my balls did seem fairly large in their bag.

"Gosh Jared it feels so good having you touch me and hold on me like that,
your hands are so warm and good feeling," I said to him as I watched him
from above. "I want to see you too Jared, stand up please " and I took a
hand, guiding him to his feet.

I knelt in front of him, admired his body from up close. The front of his
boxers were sticking out at me, I didn't want to wait any longer and, as he
had done to me, put my fingers in his waistband and pulled his underwear
down. His young hard boy cock almost leapt into view and stood proudly at
attention in front of my face. While I had never ever considered a guys
dick before, this was the most beautiful piece of flesh I had every laid my
eyes on. it was perfect in every way, smooth slender, pale with veins
running through it. The head was perfectly proportioned to the five inch
shaft and he had an equally beautifully matched set of balls hanging gently
between smooth white thighs, one ball lower than the other in a hairless
bag.  At the base of this piece of live boy art were the beginnings of his
pubic patch, light golden brown hairs, sparse and just starting to curl up.
Looking at the tip of his cock I noticed a single clear drop of liquid,
young boy precum. I took his shaft in my hand and gently stroked it the
guided my lips to his slit and stole the pearl of his balls with my
tongue. He moaned slightly, his hands going to my head as if to encourage
more foraging. I licked at the head again then took it into my mouth, being
careful to keep my lips over my teeth so as not to hurt him.  I had never
done this before but it seemed the prudent thing to do. He stopped me
almost immediately.

"I'm gonna squirt out right off if you keep doin that Shawn and I want to
wait a little. Can we go to your bed Shawn, and lay down please." I stood
then, and in an exuberant fit of romanticism, reached down and grabbed
behind his legs and scooped the young God up into my arms.  Jared giggled
his delightful melodic giggle and wrapped his arms around my neck and
before we both knew what was happening he leaned up and kissed me lightly
on the lips then snuggled his head into my shoulder. I held him tight to me
as I carried him down the hall and into my room, typically a gently mess,
and laid him gently down on my bed. I had washed the sheets that morning
before work so for once the bed was actually made.  I sat next to him and
looked into his face while my hand slowly traced over his chest and belly,
down to his pubic hairs, the head of his rock hard dick hitting the back of
my hand.

"Lay down with me Shawn please," he asked, and I followed his request. He
snuggled into my arms, pressing his firm warm young body into mine, our
faces very close together. I allowed a hand to rub up and down his back,
from his head to the gloriously firm mounds of his butt. Again, he leaned
in and kissed me, this time staying a little longer and moving his lips in
what he imagined what kissing was all about.  His breath was sweet and
light, his perfectly formed lips, soft against mine. My cock throbbed even
harder between us and he giggled again when the kiss broke.

"Your thing wants some attention Shawn, I felt it move on my belly," he
said with a dazzling grin as he moved his body away from mine. He pushed me
onto his back and grasped onto my stiff pole and slowly stroked on it a
couple times before sliding down for a closed inspection. Like I did to
him, he stuck his tongue out and licked the precum from my slit, tasting it
in the process.

"That tastes ok, kinda salty," he commented as if a food critic. He put his
head down again and brought his lips to the head and suckled it some before
slipping the whole head into his mouth. I jumped a little and told him
about putting his lips over his teeth. He mumbled a "sorry" and went back
to it. I had never been so fucking hot before in my life as I watched the
young beauty bobbing his head slightly on my cock. It didn't take long and
I told him I was gonna squirt. He took his mouth away but stayed close as
he jacked me off.

"Go a little faster now Jared, oh man I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna
cuuuuuuuuuuummmmm!!!!" I almost yelled out the last word as my body
stiffened to match my dick as it began it's eruption.  My sperm flew out,
reaching new heights as it splattered against my chin and neck, my nipples
and belly and finally slowing to a trickle out onto Jared's knuckles.

"Oh wow," he said, excitement in his voice, "that was awesome oh man Shawn
I never saw anything like that before ever I hope I can shoot out that far
sometime. Gosh I felt your thing go all hard just before you squirted, it
felt awesome."  I laughed and told him he would some day and I hoped I was
there to see it happen. The feelings subsided and I rolled off the bed and
grabbed a piece of laundry and cleaned myself up before cleaning of Jared's
hand. He had laid back flat on the bed, a very desirable bundle of boy, his
cock almost throbbing in anticipation and need of release, his boy balls
hanging between his legs. God I wanted this boy. Never in my life had I
ever wanted anything in my life so much. I laid next to him and said,

"Your turn" as I grasped onto his boy flesh and slowly stroked it. He
moaned at my touch, the moans growing louder almost immediately. It
happened fast, before he even knew it was gonna. I felt flesh harden in my
hand and he thrust his slender hips in the air as he came, his young sweet
cum firing up onto his chest in two watery white globs, then, like mine,
just a small trickle. He waited a moment, hips back to the bed, allowing
his breathing to slow down.

"Oh my gosh," he whispered, "I never ever felt anything so fantastic Shawn
that was awesome the feelings and look how far I squirted, I never done
that before."  I leaned down and licked his sperms into my mouth and like
he had noticed, a little salty but pleasant flavor. He threw his arms
around my neck and pulled me down and kissed me again, this time harder and
longer and when he broke it off said,

"You are so so awesome Shawn, I so love being sexy with you I want to do it
all the time now I think, oh man.

I held him in my arms thinking the very same thing, I loved his body and
unless I was mistaken, and I could be since I had never felt it before, I
thought I was falling in love with him. Falling in love with a ray of
sunshine.