Date: Tue, 27 Jun 2006 15:39:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: zanhoweser Mackington <zanmountain@yahoo.com>
Subject: SAM THE DELINQUENT 03

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

-- SAM'S HOME LIFE --

The next summer morning, 13 year-old Sam woke up in his house. The cold
bare mattress was his bed with some blankets and no pillow - in a messy
bedroom scattered with comic books, toys, adult magazines, soda cans, and
roaring TV on cable. He stretched and shook his perfect blond bowl cut hair
and rose up. His briefs were tight. He walked into his bathroom clicking on
the lights. He yawned again and brushed his teeth.  It was 11:00 in the
morning!  He had the type of hair that when you woke up in the morning, it
still looked good. He was 100% ALL BOY and hot.

Woooooosssshhh!!! The shower came to life and Sam scrubbed up clean. He
enjoyed long hot steamy showers. He enjoyed the exotic shampoos and
conditioners that he got from his mother. It had been a noisy night again
as he had heard his mom's headboard slam all night against the wall. She
had boyfriends that usually left in the morning. It was strange how she
seemed to have a nice stack of cash money that she used to barely pay the
bills and put food on the table. She would never fix the growing boy
breakfast.

Sam dried off from the shower and blew dry his perfect sexy hair. In the
mirror, as the steam dissipated, he saw his firming body -- still that of a
young boy, but that of a developing young teen. He had some curvature
beginning in his biceps. His chest was nicely developing. He has natural
boy abs, not too muscular, just enough to let you know he was an
athlete. He tugged at his dangling boy dick, so perfect and lengthening. It
had been growing a lot since turning 11 and 12. He played briefly with the
sparse downy hairs emerging to crown his dick. He felt the heaviness of his
hairless twin oval balls.  He pointed to himself with both hands saying "Yo
dawg! You da dude!" He then reached for his tight briefs and then smelled
the crotch. A crusty large circle told him he had another sticky wet dream
last night. What was going on? He had missed so much school that he didn't
have sex-education. But he certainly enjoyed the Adult magazines he found
about the house, courtesy of his mom's boyfriends.

 He walked naked to his bedroom and pulled out a fresh pair of
briefs. "Oooooooh mom!  Sponge Bob briefs? Come on! I'm 13 years old!!!
They don't ^Å^Å^Å uh^Å^Å. Fit!!!  They are freaking tight!! Uh! Huh! Uh!!!
He heaved them up and walked into the living room. The tight inseam was
racking his hairless smooth balls.

"Huhh? Is that you Sam? What do you want now?"

"Mom! Look! These briefs are way too small! I am 13 years old!!! These are
for like a 9 year old boy!"

Sam's dick was of course flipped UP and plastered tightly in the clean boy
briefs. A good inch of shaft and the full helmet dick head was clearly
visible. Both balls were exposed and poking out each leg of the tight
briefs. He held both hands to the waist band of the briefs in an attempt to
cover his exposed dick head and shaft.

"Ahhhhh! You always want stuff Sam! I get you stuff from the Thrift Shop
all the time.  You're just a growing boy! You outgrew those 4 pair of blue
jeans I bought for $5.  I know you have a big dick now boy! I do your
laundry and I see the stains! You can't fool me boy. You play with yourself
all the time now. Don't you? I know you do!! You miss so much school."

"Ahhhh mom! Don't talk like that!! That's very personal!! I need new
clothes!!!"

"You need this. You need that. Lissssen kiddo. Just stay with your new
friend Mr. Fauck.  Let him get you stuff. Ok? It is ok by me. Really it
is. (Laughs and drinks more).  I have a guy coming over in an hour. You
think you could visit your friend? Don't you have more work to do for
him???"

"Mom, you gotta stop drinking and doing those drugs^Å."

"Shut up! Shut up. Don't tallllkkkkk to youuur mother like that. I don't do
drugs! I might drink some. Why am I telling you this?  Get out. My friend's
gonna take care of me. Get out. But Sam, I do love you. Really I do. I just
have to do this^Åfor us. Really. You do understand?"

Sam left and went to his bedroom. He peeled off the excruciatingly tight
young boy briefs and searched and searched for something to wear. He
finally found a pair of tight second hand spandex bicycle shorts of a
yellow colour. He wiggled into them. His dick was flipped up again and
clearly outlined. The light yellow colour highlighted his heavy sagging boy
dick and balls. The inseam rode up on one ball, while the divided other
ball hung down. He smelled his T-shirts and they were all musty. He decided
to go bare- chested to Mr. Fauck's house.

Mr. Fauck was outside in his gym shorts and T-shirt when Sam bicycled up
waving and smiling.

"Hi Sammy boy! How ya doing this fine morning?"

"Just great Mr. Fauck.. Really. Oh, who was that just leaving?"

"Oh that was Tony, my neighbor across the street who I recently met."
(Mr. Fauck was pleased to meet a neighbor with similar interests in
boys. They were sharing stories, hopes, and pictures!)


"Well, I came to work some more." Sam put the kick stand down on his bike
and parked it next to the tree.

"Let me guess. You have not had breakfast?" spoke a knowing Mr. Fauck.

"Yep. Pretty much." The boy's blond bowl cut hair flopped into his eyes.

"Well, it's closer to lunch now. Maybe a brunch before you get started. The
lawn doesn't need mowing today, but there is work around the house."

"That's cool. My mom kinda wanted me outta the house. I mean. She had stuff
to do."

"I understand. Well let's go inside."

Mr. Fauck let Sam watch cartoons on TV. He had already taken 20 digital
pictures of the boy, as when he stood to the side, the flipped up thick
dick was really noticeable and leaning heavily. Mr. Fauck prepared a
hollowed out corn dog with a special cream filling.  He made toast with
some jam and jizz.

"Thanks Mr. Fauck!!" Sam munched first away at the toast , jam, and
sperm. He crinkled up his nose and wiped his lips. "There's runny egg on
this. That's a weird combination!"  The boy closed his eyes and ate every
bit as he was half starved. A string of cum dangled from his lips. "Got any
more?"

"You are a growing boy. Your testosterone is in high gear!"

"Testosterone? Huh?"

"Stuff that your body makes, well that only guys make in great quantity,
that helps us grow muscles, grow up, and make male sperm."

Sam just glanced at Mr. Fauck and turned back to watch cartoons. He didn't
get it. He figured Mr. Fauck was pretty smart.

Mr. Fauck soon set a plate of potato chips, corn dog, and a cola for the
growing boy to devour. He had shared some of his favorite foods with
Mr. Fauck earlier and he had made note of what the boy relished.

CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH! "Hey, I like this part in this cartoon where Gonzo
The Gorilla bit off the animal catcher's stick of dynamite and tried to
smoke it like a cigar! Ha ha ha ha!"

"Show me how."

The boy picked up his corn down and dutifully bit off the end. CHOMP!  He
sucked on the corn dog and sucked down a wad of Mr. Fauck's cream!

"Oh, the inside of the corn dog is sticky. Not cooked. But^Åit tastes
salty."

He laughed and bubbled up a wad of Mr. Fauck's thick white cum.

"No, gobble it down boy. It's good stuff. Protein! Good batter for strong
bones."

The boy flexed his developing bicep and took a big GULP! He figured it was
the uncooked batter in the center of the corn dog (which it did have
some). He probed the inner core of the corn dog with his darting raspy boy
tongue.

"I like it I guess. If it will make me big and strong! Cool." He chewed
down the rest of the corn dog and licked the stick. "Kinda tastes like that
runny egg you fixed me. I guess it has that in the batter."

"Oh yes Sam! I put runny egg in the fresh batter. I give you only fresh
stuff!"

"It was awesome. Dude!"

NEXT CHAPTER -- THE WORK -