Date: Sat, 17 Jun 2006 17:57:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: zanhoweser Mackington <zanmountain@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sam The Delinquent 01

SAM  THE DELINQUENT 01

Disclaimer: Do not read if you do not care for fictional m/b
situations. The characters are not real. Any comments may be sent to:
zanmountain@yahoo.com


CRASH!!! TINKLE!!! CRASSSSH! POPPING GLASS!!

The baseball came to  rest on Mr. Fauck's living room coffee table.

SPIN!!!! SPIN!!! SPIN!! SPIN! SPIN spin! Spin. Spin.

Mr. Fauck was a man in his 40s, still very athletic and muscled. He looked
at the resting baseball.

"Sam again." Mr. Fauck muttered as he exited the house to find the
mop-headed blond boy peddling his bicycle rapidly away. "Sam! I know that
was you! Sam!!"

Mr. Fauck huffed as he came to the curb and saw the spunky kid peddle down
the block.  He leaned over and picked up the baseball glove with the boy's
name and address inked inside. The baseball bat was wooden and wrapped in
tape.

"Guess we need a little talk here." Mr. Fauck walked over to Sam's house.
Mr. Fauck started remembering the vivid images of his dear neighbor boy and
mom. His flashbacks were strong!

Sam lived with his mom who was an alcoholic and rumored prostitute.  Sam
was thought to be a "love child" from her many suitors and clients. The
neighborhood was a blue collar working hood, and looked the other way. It
was rumored that Sam's mom was into drugs and found any way she could to
make cash.

Sam was drop-dead gorgeous boy of 13 years and 2 months. He was firming up
nicely.  He was developing a smooth chest and the beginnings of 6-pack boy
abs. He was hairless all over except for a few soft downy pubes sprouting
at the base of his developing boyhood. His balls were hung and low. He had
a bowl cut mop head of blonde hair that his mother had also high-lighted.
He had a sprinkling of freckles across his nose and cheeks and shoulders.
He was 100% all boy, and Mr. Fauck wanted him badly. He always carried his
high-resolution digital camera.

Mr. Fauck's memories swam back to him to when the boy was 12 years old.  It
started when Mr. Fauck would drop by his yard as his mother was absent so
often.  Sam was fascinated with Cowboys and Indians and Magic Books. He
idolized Sitting Bull and Houdini of all people, after reading about them
in school. That is, when the school probation officer forced the boy to
school! One summer day the 12 year old Sam was whooping it up as an
"Indian" wearing nothing but two home-made cut out flaps for a loin
cloth. They were hung from a twisted bathrobe tied about his waist, one
flap for the front, and one flap for the firm butt. Mr. Fauck pulled up a
yard-chair in the well hidden backyard as the boy yelled like an Indian.
CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! Mr. Fauck was up to 120 digital shots, thanks to the
large memory cards of his camera!  The jumping and dancing like an Indian
would reveal fleeting glances of his dangling thick boy dick! What a smooth
slanted head! Nice cigar-band near the head. The balls were definitely
growing fuller and hung. He didn't think the boy had any pubes at 12, but
didn't know for sure.

The boy bowed as he stepped up to a wooden crate, huffing and panting from
the Indian dances. He put on a black top hat and proclaimed himself as "The
Great Magician Escape Artist." Mr. Fauck clapped and the boy soaked in the
attention. "What are you going to do for your great trick, Indian
Magician?" Sam dangled a pair of magic handcuffs and pointed to a huge
A-frame in the back yard, designed for lifting motors out of cars. It was
bare, save for a hook and pulley winch. "Tie my feet with this rope,
tightly, and then place these handcuffs on my hands, behind my back, and
hang me upside down on that hook... I will escape!!! Bet you money I
can. $20 says I can!" The boy had stolen a twenty from his mother in trying
to scam Mr. Fauck. "First show me that you have a twenty, Mr. F."
Mr. Fauck shook his hand and said "Here's the twenty, it is yours if you
can do that." Mr. Fauck got an erection as he kneeled tightly roping the
boy's smooth legs together. The boy's smooth muscular thighs flexed. "Not
too tight, eh?" The boy nodded proudly "no" and thought his sharp pocket
knife was well hidden, taped to the back fold of his back flap. He had used
extra tape to hold the knife in place. He planed on popping off the magic
handcuffs with the secret release button as indicated in the Magic Kit and
using the knife to slice through the feet ropes. The boy did not realize
that Mr.  Fauck had quickly read the enclosed instructions in the kit when
the boy was jumping around the yard like an Indian. He knew the handcuffs
had a release button.

"Now, my good man, if you would snap the cuffs on my hands." Mr.Fauck
obliged and snapped the metal cuffs CLACKIT CLICKET to the boy's wrists.
He, unknown to Sam, had wedged a piece of stick against the release button
catch. It was now jammed tight.  "And now sucker, before you lose your
twenty, hoist me up on that hook so I am upside down." Mr. Fauck was almost
hyperventilating as he knew what would happen. The boy was not the
brightest bulb in the house. The cool metal hoisting hook went deep into
the rope between the boy's ankles. He started the electric winch and slowly
the boy's legs went up in the air. The boy was smiling and laughing "Stupid
old fart, I'm gonna be rich." The boy was hoisted by the hook to the top of
the A-frame so he dangled upside down. His head was about 2 feet off the
ground. He held his flaps by flexing his thighs together to hold them
tucked between his inner thighs. "Now for the amazing...  uh...  er...
uh... amazing and unbelievable....amazing..." The boy wiggled and pressed
hard on the release button but felt the cuffs jam stubbornly. He pressed
again and again till his thumb hurt and turned red. His mop head blonde
hair swooshed downward.  CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK- Mr. Fauck loved the scene
and took more digital pics.  The boy wiggled harder back and forth trying
to force the handcuffs off. The inevitable and expected happened for
Mr. Fauck.  FLOOooop, Flaaappppp....  Both modesty panels flopped down and
rested on his stomach and his lower back. His long boy dick was clearly
revealed, both smooth oval balls descended down. As he slowly spun around,
his firm wiggling butt flexed in and out.  CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK
CLOSE UP CLICKS "Hey! Hey! I will get out of this! I will! I will! I uh,
have this magic ring in the kit that will give me super powers. Get it for
me!!" The boy was trying to buy time.

Mr. Fauck had reached 300 high-resolution digital pics on his camera when
he taunted the laughing boy.  "Ok, magic Indian boy. Cry uncle? Well, I
found your magic ring in the kit."  The boy looked red-faced at his
neighbor.  "Place it on me. It will give me super powers to escape!"
Mr. Fauck had in his pocket a small gay cock ring he had ordered from the
catalogs. It even looked somewhat like the cheap magic ring in the boy's
kit!  "I will put it on you. Hmm. No fingers. This will do!"  The boy
laughed and laughed as Mr. Faucked lifted up his long boy penis and felt
the ring slide down to the base.  "You put it ...it...on my thing...ha ha
haha."  Mr. Fauck said "Now before your eyes I will summon the monster!"
He tightened the smooth cock ring TIGHTER AND TIGHTER The boy's smooth
dangling penis enlarged, and grew hard and longer... And longer and longer
as Mr. Fauck helped push and tug more the penis past the tight ring.  It
was turning reddish blue but was so engorged and erect the boy opened his
mouth in disbelief!!!  His 4-1/2 inch dick was now extended to 8-1/2 inches
and swollen! The head was enormous and glossy.  CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK
Mr. Fauck was now up to 450 digital pics.  "Uncle! Uncle! Ok, lemme down!
Lemme down."  As the boy dangled with his head to the ground, He licked the
swollen rock hard penis up and down and took in the head for the taste.  He
quickly let the boy cock out of his mouth as the boy looked up towards his
neighbor.  Mr. Fauck pressed the smooth release on the cock ring and
quickly the boy's swollen penis returned to normal size. He quickly took
the cock ring off and in his pocket and put the boy's magic kit ring to the
ground where he could see it.  Mr. Fauck un-jammed the cuffs and released
the boy's hands.  He let the boy down and untied his feet.  The boy got up
dizzy and sat in the lawn-chair.  "I don't know what went wrong. It was
weird!!! I did that trick a hundred times!"  Mr. Fauck patted his neighbor
on the head nearly creaming in his trousers at the hot scene.  "Look, I
know you are a great magician and Indian, here's the twenty. Buy some more
stuff."  The boy grinned and shook his neighbor's hand. He really liked
Mr. Fauck!!  The boy's now semi dangling thick dick wept across the dark
blue seat cushion of the lawn chair. It left a transparent sticky trail.
"What is going on? Huh??? What happened. Mom loves these chairs!! Did I pee
on it?  Oh no! Oh man! Oh now. What's going on?"  Mr. Fauck kneeled looking
at the situation and the shy boy quickly tucked his leaking dick down
underneath the flap out of sight, feeling the stickiness on his fingers.
"Looks like pre-cum. You're 12 right?"  "Yep, well near 13."  "You have any
hair around your dick yet?" Mr. Fauck pressed on.  "Hey! That's
personal. Well one or two. Why?"  "I know you have missed a lot of school,
and sex-ed classes. But this sticky clear stuff looks like pre-cum. Us guys
may sperm to get women pregnant and have babies. As you get older you will
be able to make thick creamy white stuff shoot out your hard dick. The
clear sticky stuff is usually first."  The boy was shocked and blushed
three shades of red. His head was spinning.  "Ok. But, can we clean it up
so mom won't kill me!?!?"  The boy got up and came back with cleaning
supplies.  The two worked until the stain was greatly reduced.  "Well, um,
I better go in now. Thanks for the twenty."  Sam had quickly changed into
his cut-off jean shorts with no underwear. His penis was snaking down one
leg and clearly outlined. A wet spot grew larger as he stood there.  "Ok,
see ya Sam! You are very cool and smart. Don't worry. It's just between us
guys."  "Thanks Mr. Fauck! That's cool! Ok! Bye!!"

"YES?"

FLASHBACK TO PRESENT (Mr. Fauck's vivid memories of last year fade to the
present as he finds himself standing at Sam's house and seeing his mom
answer the door.)

"Oh, Miss Dupples. Your son Sam left this on my coffee table, through the
courtesy of my living room plate glass window."

"Sam! Sam! Get your ass out here boy."

Sam shyly peers around the corner and walks forward.

"Ow!!"

Sam's mom grabs a mop of blond hair and pulls him to the door.

"I did it! I'll work it off. I swear."

Mr. Fauck had a plan.

"Ok, my grass needs mowing and I have odd jobs around my place. Come over
tomorrow and mow my grass. That window was about $400."

The mom was smiling and said "Do it Sam. Now leave me alone, I've got some
friends coming over."

Mr. Fauck walked back to his house smiling, knowing he would enjoy
reviewing his hundreds of digital high-resolution files of the boy on his
huge Plasma Screen on the wall with booming surround sound. Tomorrow would
be another day!