Date: Mon, 07 Apr 2003 19:38:10 -0400
From: David Smith <twofoldman@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Secret World of Boys, Part Two

The Secret Lives of Boys (part two)  (M/b anal, oral)
By twofoldman@hotmail.com

WARNING: This story contains graphic depictions of sex between an adult
male and minor boys.  Please do not continue if you find this offensive, if
you are underage or if this type of story is illegal where you live.
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After the afternoon with Mark and Kyle, I was a changed man.  I would
see Mark in school and smile knowingly at him, staring at his little ass
in the locker room and hardly believing that my cock had plunged so
deeply inside of him.  Mark had obviously learned about sex from some
skilled teachers, and he had shared this knowledge with the younger
Kyle.

Even though I was the adult and they were just kids, I guess you could
say Kyle and Mark took my cherry that day.  They were eager and willing,
and aggressive enough to get what they wanted out of me.  I look back on
it and I think of how wrong it all could have gone if they had not been
confident enough to see it through.

The boys and I never discussed when or if we would get together again
for sex, and I was unsure of how to proceed.  If I asked the boys over,
I risked arousing the suspicions of Mark's parents.  If I let them come
to me, on the other hand.

I mulled it over one evening while mowing my lawn after I got home from
work.  The weather was already like summer and the days were getting
longer.  School would be out in a matter of weeks.   The evening was hot
and I was dressed only in a pair of gray athletic shorts.  The loud purr
and vibration of the lawn mower engine lulled me into a daze and I was
quite startled when I turned around at one point and there was a boy
standing in my yard.  I recognized him immediately as Doug, one of the
younger kids who would sometimes show up to play with the other boys who
frequented my yard.  Duggy was in second grade--the other boys called
him Duggy, and although the younger kids sometimes were the brunt of the
jokes, Duggy never seemed to mind.  He smiled a lot, and had an
expression that suggested that he knew something you didn't.  I always
paid special attention to Duggy to make sure the other kids were
treating him right.  Duggy was a stocky kid, cute as a button, and I had
noticed his cute little butt more than once.

I stood there for a second before shutting off the motor.  Duggy shifted
nervously as I greeted him.

"You surprised me, little man.  I'm here alone tonight, none of your
pals are around."  I wondered what Duggy was doing out by himself after
dinner and I asked him.

"Grandma lets me ride bikes after dinner, as long as I'm back by dark."
I knew he lived with his single mother, and that his grandmother stayed
with him in the evenings when his mom had to work.

"So what can I do for ya, little man?" I asked.  Duggy shrugged and
grinned.  I became very aware of how nearly naked I was in front of this
boy, and my cock thickened slightly in my cotton shorts.

Ever since my experience with Mark and Kyle, I had become aware of
things I had never noticed before, or that I had thought were only in my
head.  Particularly, I began to notice the knowing looks of boys.  Boys
that looked at adult men, at me, with glances that became more and more
meaningful.  Boys that seemed to be sizing me up, whispering to one
another while looking at me, or simply looking over their shoulders at
me while passing.  After the incident in the shower, I became
intoxicated by the thought of little boys checking me out with visceral
curiosity and longing.  The idea that they desired me made me twinge
with lust.  While sharing myself sexually with Mark and Kyle, I suddenly
was made aware of just what boys were capable of, and I finally
connected the looks I sometimes got from boys with a physical result.

And now here was Duggy, looking at me with that same sense of longing.
He had also closed the gate to the yard, and it looked like the latch
had been fastened.  I began to breathe faster as I realized what may be
transpiring.

"Why don't you sit down while I finish this last patch of grass, Duggy?"
I instructed.  Duggy obediently sat down on the picnic bench while I
finished, stealing sidelong glances at him as I worked.  If I hadn't
only had a few more passes to make with the mower, I think I would have
just abandoned the job right on the spot.

After finishing, I shut off the mower and removed the clipping bag,
emptying it into a waiting receptacle.  Some dried grass wisped into the
air and clung to my perspiring skin.  I was a sweaty mess.  After I
tucked the mower into the shed I walked back over to Duggy.  "Look how
messy I am, Duggy!  And you didn't even help me!" I remarked wryly.

Duggy just giggled.  "You didn't ask!"  His eyes were all over me, and I
lost whatever inhibition I had left.  Surely I wasn't misreading him.

I walked over to the house and unreeled the garden hose, turning on the
faucet.  "I gotta wash off for a second, Duggy.  You don't mind, do
you?"  Duggy shook his head no with that impish grin.  Standing a few
yards away from him while he sat on the picnic table and watched, I
kicked off my dirty shoes.  Since I wasn't wearing much to begin with,
there wasn't much of a chance of a strip tease, so looking at him and
winking, I hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my shorts and slowly
peeled them off, letting my soft but full genitals flop into plain view
in the bright sunlight.  I watched casually, shaking the shorts off with
my legs while tugging absently on my flaccid penis.  Then I glanced up
at Duggy, whose eyes were wide and staring.  I turned around, giving him
a view of my back side as I bent over and picked up the hose.  Turning
back around, I began to squirt the grass and grime off of my body.  I
didn't have any soap, but it didn't matter to me.  There was no way I
was interrupting this rhythm now.  I got myself good and wet, and the
cool water felt so good after working in the hot evening sun.  Duggy
just stared and stared.  Finally I decided to let him in on the fun.

I shut off the hose and dragged it over to the picnic table, standing in
front of him.  "Stand up here, little man!" I said playfully, and he
stood on the bench, which brought him closer to my own eye level.  I
handed him the hose.

"Now you hold this over my head while I rinse off, OK?"  He nodded,
smiling and fascinated as I stood unashamedly naked in front of him.  He
held the hose up over his own head and squeezed the trigger, but he
squealed as he realized too late that it was pointed at himself.  We
both laughed as he stood there with his clothes wet.  He righted the
nozzle and sprayed me off obediently, bringing the hose closer and
sweeping the spray over my chest.  I rubbed my body to get the remaining
grass off, but truthfully I was already mostly clean.  I just wasn't
ready to give this up.  We had just begun.

Duggy aimed at my crotch and the spray made my languid penis loll to one
side.  "Hey now, easy on that little man!  You gotta be gentle when
aiming it there." I said.  He giggled and swished the water quickly back
and forth over my crotch.  I began to grow erect.  I moved in closer and
got my face close to Duggy's.  The hose sprayed off to the side, and my
burgeoning penis brushed against Duggy's knees.  We both looked down as
I swiveled my hips, bringing it lightly into contact with his body.  He
was breathing as hard as I was.  I leaned over and kissed his cheek
lightly.

"How about you, little man?  You want to cool off too?"  No sooner had I
spoken than his shirt was over his head.  I laughed aloud at his
eagerness and hoped he didn't mistake my amusement for mockery.  His
smiling face said he understood.  I reached out and slipped his shorts
down to his ankles, making sure he carefully stepped out of them, and
Duggy kicked off his shoes.  He was as naked as I.

I gently stroked his flanks as my eyes drank in his boyish beauty.  His
smooth skin was tan except for his crotch.  His tiny penis jutted up
toward me.  I tickled the tip and Duggy laughed aloud.  I looked into
his eyes and slipped my hands to his buttocks, stepping in so that our
bodies touched more completely.  His ass felt so fine, despite its small
size.  He was about Kyle's age, yet his behind was much more full and
fleshy.  "You're beautiful, Duggy" I said lowly, and kissed him on his
lips.  He grinned shyly, then surprised me with a burst of cold water
from the hose aimed at my round belly.  We both laughed and I grabbed
him around the waist, lifting him into the air as he shrieked in
abandon.  I lowered him to the grass and easily wrestled the hose from
his grasp, turning it on him gleefully.  His squeals made me laugh aloud
as I pushed him onto his back and sprayed him, turning it on myself to
enjoy the cool spray as well.  Water ran through the thick hair on my
body and dripped onto Duggy in rivulets.  Despite the chill of the cold
water, my erection reached its full size and brushed lazily against
Duggy's stomach while I knelt above him.  I turned off the spray and our
laughter died in the silence.  Without hesitation, Duggy grasped my
manhood gently with both hands, looking up at me for acknowledgement.  I
nodded and pushed my hips forward further to allow him access.  He lay
there in the wet grass stroking it reverently, appreciating its size and
hardness, and fondling my sagging balls.

Being out in the sunshine with this boy was incredible.  There was an
exhilarating rush of danger, even though my backyard was private because
of the high wooden fence, and there were no houses in close enough
proximity to see into the yard.  But the very idea that someone might
see gave a real edge to my arousal.  I almost wanted another man to see
me in this intimate contact with Duggy, kneeling over the horizontal
little boy with my huge erection jutting out for him to openly stroke
and fondle.   I absently reached down and gently stroked his tiny
erection between my thumb and forefinger.  God, he was so small.

He looked up into my eyes and beckoned for me to lean down closer.  I
did and he slipped his arms around my neck, pulling me to the grass
beside him.  He leaned over and whispered into my ear "I'm friends with
Kyle."  I crushed him to my body as he said this, pulling him to me and
groaning at the sensuous contact between us.

It was then that I knew how I had been inducted into the secret world of
boys.  I had long suspected that kids were far more aware of sex than
adults wanted to acknowledge, especially boy.  There are always parts of
childhood that are kept far away from adults, memories that are mostly
forgotten once adult attitudes and responsibilities come into
importance.  But one thing I never forgot was the fascination of boys,
even young boys, with their penises.  Boys who experimented with sex in
various stages of discovery and realization.  Boys who aggressively
sought out new adventures with this strange and powerful new obsession.
Boys of varying age who came together in secret places, perhaps under
the pretense of play, and wound up satisfying their curiosity about
their anatomy.  It only stood to reason that there would also be some
boys who were more experienced and aware, who had the boyish, reckless
impulse to find someone to take them even further.  And now I saw the
beginnings of my own reputation among these boys as an adult who would
satisfy their interest in a grown man's body, a man's ability to
ejaculate, a man's ability to fuck.  Duggy's words told me all that in
just one sentence, and it made me feel as if I was beginning my own
adventure in life.  I allowed myself to imagine that Duggy was near the
beginning of a long line of boys who would come to me, and I would
willingly give myself to them.  I would allow them to explore my body.
I would touch them in secret places.  I would ejaculate onto them, into
them.  I would show them what it meant to fuck.  Which is exactly what I
meant to do with Duggy right now.  I would not disappoint him.

I kissed him then, like a man would kiss a lover, and he responded
awkwardly at first, then submissively, allowing our lips to move
together and our tongues to intertwine.  When I broke the seal of our
mouths, his breath gasped out.

Moving back up to my knees, I grabbed Duggy's ankles and lifted his legs
upwards.  Getting my intent, he pulled his knees back to his chest,
allowing me access to his hole.  Picking up the hose again, I squirted
between his cheeks with the water.  He squealed aloud again, but this
time there was anticipation instead of gleeful mirth.  His eyes were
wide, but I could tell he was willing.  I had to play my cards right and
make sure not to scare him or hurt him.  I would have to rely on
everything Kyle and Mark taught me in order to make this happen.  I felt
like a novice pilot flying without the instructor for the first time.

I gently squeezed the hose handle again, releasing only a small stream
of water, which I aimed directly at Duggy's hole.  Pressing it up
against the pink button, I squeezed a little harder and Duggy squealed
again.  When I removed the hose nozzle, he squirted the clear water back
out into the grass.  I repeated this several times, with Duggy clearly
enjoying the new sensations I was giving him.  It was time for more.

Lying down on my stomach in the grass, I rolled Duggy onto his belly and
slipped my arm under his hips, lifting his little ass up toward my face.
I could feel him trembling in anticipation, and as I kissed his perfect
butt cheeks, he sighed in apprehension.  I tormented him further by
licking the smooth skin with slow, deliberate strokes of my tongue.  I
didn't know if Duggy had ever experienced this before, and I didn't ask.
Instead, I pressed my tongue deeply into his sweet, clean butt crack and
up against his pink, hot hole.  Duggy sighed out in surprise and
delight, then groaned aloud as the tip of my tongue slipped just inside.
The hard peg of his small prick ground up against my forearm as I
pressed my face into his butt and lapped at his little opening.  Finally
I felt him tense and his sphincter clutched tightly at my intruding
tongue.  Duggy's penis throbbed and pushed against my arm harder, and he
cried out in pleasure as he climaxed.  This only caused me to increase
my oral attack on his hole, and Duggy wriggled in the grass.

Finally I could take it no longer.  When his ass was sloppy wet with my
slick saliva, and his hole noticeable loosened, I knelt over him and
guided the tip of my rod to his hole, slicking it up with spit before
pushing the head against the small opening.  He was so small that
another man may have been discouraged, but after Kyle and Mark broke me
in, I knew how a young boy's hole could accept a well-hung man.  Just as
Mark taught me with Kyle, I pried him open by easing inside and then
pulling out.  Duggy winced and shuddered with each intrusion, but never
cried out for me to stop, so I figured I must be doing something right.
Wider and wider his hole stretched, accepting more and more of my glans
until the entire head of my pulsating cock was lodged firmly inside his
butthole, his butt clamping tightly behind the flare.  I huddled over
him and stroked his body, allowing him to grow accustomed to my size.  I
leaned down as best I could and nuzzled his hair.  Finally he wriggled
his hips, urging me on.  I gratefully obliged, sinking in deeper.  I
managed to squeeze the first few inches of my dick into him and reached
a barrier, so I stroked slowly back and forth in the small area I was
afforded.  Duggy's breathing was shallow and I could tell he was in
pain.  I almost began to lose my nerve.  Perhaps I'd gone too far and he
couldn't take my size.

Being inside him was much different than either of the boys last week.
Kyle and Mark were tight, but had quickly expanded to allow the girth of
my penis inside.  Duggy's hole was almost painfully unyielding, the
slickness of my precum and the copious saliva aiding somewhat.  The
resistance was overwhelming, and my cock felt like it was squeezing
inside a firm rubbery tube.  Several times I withdrew and added more
saliva, marveling at how wide Duggy's anus had already stretched.  I
slipped back inside and my entry was greeted by a deep, pleasurable sigh
from Duggy, and I knew I'd been wrong to doubt.  My cock throbbed in
response, releasing more lubricating precum inside the boy.  The
resistance gave way a little more and I sank in to a depth of about four
inches, about half the length of my dick.  This was plenty for now, and
I began to thrust in and out of the boy.  He shuddered and sighed, and I
reveled in his exquisite tightness.   God, this was the best yet.

My gentle movements became more forceful and Duggy responded
enthusiastically.  I rumbled my approval.  "Ohhh, little man, I'm so
proud of you."  He wriggled in delight at my praise.  The wet grass was
soft, the damp ground the perfect cushion for my knees as I thrust into
the boy.  The skin of my fat cock slipped back and forth over my organ
as I plunged into the boy, my balls dragging on the grass behind him.

I withdrew and flipped Duggy onto his back.  His chest and belly were
slightly muddy, and so were my elbows and knees, but we were beyond
caring.  Duggy's legs were spread wide and I guided my cock back inside
of him, his eyes wide at my entry.  The sight of my huge shaft
descending into his taut hole was almost grotesque, such was the
difference in our sizes, and yet his willingness and my persistence had
made it happen.  I set into a steady rhythm and worked my magic on his
hole, satisfying his curiosity over and over while showing him how a man
made love.  His sighs rang out in the fading sunshine, which was now
deep and golden with the onset of evening.  Each peak I brought him to
brought me closer and closer to the eruption I knew would send me over
the brink of madness.  I was so deep inside him now that my balls almost
touched his sweet ass on each downstroke.

Enjoying my time with this boy, I rolled onto my back and guided his
body up and down on my erection, his feet straddling my waist as he rode
up and down on me.  I could tell the sun was fading fast now, and he
looked beautiful in the dim blue light.  My cock pulsed slippery
lubrication into him intermittently, accompanied by bursts of pleasure
that threatened to bring me to ejaculation.  I knew it wouldn't be long
now, so I once again returned Duggy to his back, kneeling over him again
to regain control of our intercourse.

As Duggy clutched at my forearms tightly in his ecstasy, I delivered
deep, full strokes, plunging into him to the maximum capacity, then
withdrawing until the tip of my penis hovered right at his opening for a
fraction of a second before crashing back inside.  I watched his face
wrench in the throes of his pleasure, but the shadows now made it
difficult to see.  He was building again to another climax, and I knew
now I should join him.  "Oh, Duggy" I bleated.  "Ohh, little man."
Duggy's body quivered and then shook in his boyish orgasm, his anus
clamping down once again around my thrusting organ, and this time I
allowed myself to slip over into the oblivion of my ejaculation.  His
cry was frantic, the awe of his own body's capacity for pleasure still
new to him.

In the madness of my impending orgasm, I reached down and grabbed one of
Duggy's legs, holding it high and forcing him onto his side, allowing me
deeper access to his hole.  My rapidly plunging hips suddenly slowed and
I hurled my cock as far into him as possible, and I cried out the way a
man usually does at the moment of his climax, a guttural sound of both
conquest and submission.  The tension and pressure in my groin released
in a glorious rush.  What Duggy thought of it I do not know, but at that
moment I was completely enraptured by the beautiful boy who lay beneath
me in the dim light, my semen pulsing into him in copious spurts of
unimaginable pleasure.  I shook over him, crushing his body to mine from
behind, spoon-fashion, as I leaned over onto my side and collapsed in
the grass, my body quivering in the final stages of my climax.  I told
him how proud I was of him, what a beautiful little boy he was, how
tight and good he felt.  My rapidly diminishing penis suddenly was
expelled from his tight ass, as well as a large volume of semen, which
coursed over our legs with a warm wetness.  Duggy giggled at this, and I
kissed his head, reveling in his boyishness.  The yard was very dim now,
and I lay there on the wet grass enjoying the last remaining minutes of
the day with Duggy.  I knew he would have to be on his way, and the lack
of sunlight made us chilly, so I reached over our heads and found the
hose, quickly squirting our bodies off.  I gathered up our clothes and
ushered him into the house, where I promptly called Duggy's grandmother
to let her know Duggy was with me.  She was delighted Duggy was with a
teacher and was content to allow me to bring him home shortly.

I took Duggy down into the laundry room to dry our clothes and he
playfully collapsed on a pile of my laundry.  "Hey you little rascal,
those are clean!" I scolded.  Duggy made a face at me and turned onto
his stomach, raising his well-fucked ass up into the air at me
suggestively, giggling.  Even though I laughed out loud at the sight, my
penis began to regain its hardness almost immediately.  "I'll show you
who's boss!" I said playfully, sinking to my knees behind the boy, and
as the dryer hummed beside us reassuringly, I entered him once again.
By the time the buzzer sounded twenty minutes later, I was already
howling in the clutch of my second climax, and as my semen spurted into
him once again, Duggy must have known he was unquestionably the boss.