Date: Tue, 14 Oct 2008 13:49:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joe Hunter <hunterjoe45@yahoo.com>
Subject: Spring

All the usual disclaimers apply:

+This story is a work of fiction.  If you think it is real, you have a very
active imagination.

+Do not read this story if you live in an area where it is illegal to do
so.

+Scenes of sexual activity between a man and a young boy are represented.
Do not read further if this offends you.

+Please do not imitate the actions portrayed herein - the author cannot
accept responsibility for any actions promoted by this story.


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SPRING
(copyright 2008, Joe Hunter)

"Up there," Robbie says, pointing to a spot further up the hillside.  "That
big rock. Behind it there's like this place..."

The boulder is huge.  Through the stands of bare trees I can see where it
lies half buried; massive granite left by some Ice Age glacier.

We hike up the steep slope, ducking around slender tree trunks and the
stark branches of second growth timber that is still locked in winter sleep
despite the spring warmth.  Above us the sun is a shiny coin in a milky
blue sky.  Our Nike sneakers make no noise on the damp leaves covering the
ground.

"You think we're far enough away?"

When Robbie turns to whisper this I can see that his thin warm-up pants are
tented way out at his crotch.  We are two conspirators, talking in low
tones, and the dark-haired boy watches anxiously as I gaze around.

"Yeah, we are."

Off to the left, acres of closely spaced trees form a dense screen hiding
Robbie's apartment house whose roofline I can make out only because I know
it is there.  Except for our breathing, there are no sounds.  It is as if
we have entered an older time, before cars or people or anything else -
nothing but woods and sky.

Robbie moves closer resting his hand on my waist.  "You can still see my
house."

"Yeah, just barely.  Nobody can see us, though.  Does anyone come out
here?"

He shakes his head.  "Just me an' Ned, when we used to play forts.  But he
moved away."

After a moment he tugs at my arm and we keep going up hill.  The slender
boy moves as gracefully as a deer despite the early adolescent gawkiness
that shows in the way his arms and legs have outgrown the faded warm-up
suit.

Behind his rock there is a slight depression, level at the bottom, clean
and dry.  I spread out the tarp, place our blanket to one side, then unroll
the air mat and we sit down, taking turns inflating it.  "It's always,
like, this takes too long," I pant when we finish.  Robbie gives me a shy
smile, the tip of his tongue appearing at the corner of his mouth.

In the spring sunshine the boy's crisp dark curls gleam like tongues of
black flame around his head.  He has dainty features: large sooty eyes,
pert little upturned nose and a small mouth of surprising redness that
seems made for kisses.  When he turns to me I am hard beneath my clothes.
I reach to pull him close, finding him trembling with eagerness, but after
a quick kiss he pulls away, head lifting, alert and staring out past the
boulder.

"Wait..." he whispers, and crawls away to the lip of the depression.

A few seconds tick past as he peers around cautiously.  Then he comes
scrambling back, rolling onto the air mattress to settle into my arms.

"Okay?"  I whisper and he nods, offering his lips again.  We kiss, a long
lingering embrace.  The boy opens his mouth so I can thrust in my tongue
and his hands push beneath my loose shirt to clutch at my bare chest and
sides.

Kissing Robbie spins me, making me feel like I want to run myself all the
way through him.  My hands move over his flimsy warm-ups, feeling the
smooth slender body beneath.  When I pull up the tight jacket to slide my
palm on the boy's slim waist he drags a knee up onto my hip, squirming to
rub his groin against my thigh, moaning softly.  He is aching to give
himself and as he tugs at my clothes, writhing and then pressing sweetly, I
breathe in his scent, carnations and vanilla, with a faint tang of orange
from his hair that is the shampoo I buy for him.

When my hand slides down his back, pushing under the elastic waistband of
his pants, Robbie's arms tighten around me.  He is wearing nothing beneath.
My palm glides over his silken butt cupping the firm little mounds and as I
draw a fingertip down his crease the boy makes a tiny noise, "Uhhh..."

Reaching with one hand he fumbles at the front of his pants, unsnapping and
unzipping.  Together, without breaking our kiss, we slip the pants off his
hips and I move my tongue in him while my fingertips glide in his crease.
We twist, writhing on the air mat, my hand drifting around the glassy
smooth swell of the boy's hip, pushing down to where his rigid penis juts
out so hard the quiver of heartbeats is in the straining shaft.  As my
fingers begin to stroke the slick rod, gradually rubbing faster and harder,
Robbie moans softly.  He tugs at me, squirming and grinding his hips.

Hugging tightly the boy opens his mouth as wide as he can allowing my
tongue to thrust deep, and then he is squirming again, trying with one hand
to pull down the zipper of his jacket.  We break off our kiss and I help,
getting the zipper open and then slipping the jacket off, bearing his slim
but sturdy upper body.  He gives me another kiss, a quick press of his lips
to mine, before taking off his shoes and socks so we can remove his pants,
pushing them first below his knees and then pulling his long slender legs
free one by one.

Robbie's slim naked body gleams in the spring sunshine, his pale skin
smooth as polished marble.  I know - because he is always telling me - that
he thinks of himself as skinny and awkward, but to me he is beautiful, with
the long limbed coltish look of a young adolescent; all arms, legs, feet
and wide staring eyes.  His lean slender form is hairless except for a
downy tuft at the base of his jutting erection.  He is very proud of this
sparse swirl of soft hair, but pushing out the tiny nipples on his chest
are two hard little breast lumps that were a terrible source of secret
shame for him until he was assured by me that lots of developing boys have
them and that they will go away as he gets bigger.

Stroking and caressing the naked youngster I gather him in my arms, the
sweetness of holding him still overwhelming me no matter how many times we
do it.  My fingers comb through his shiny inky-black curls; then I press my
lips to his closed eyelids, kiss his upturned nose and red mouth and then
nuzzle the delicate hollows of his neck where three tiny moles dot the
white skin.

Robbie holds still, indulging me in this because he knows I like it, but
boy-like he does not wait for long.  He wants me as much as I want him and
rubs the front of my blue jeans, feeling my hard erection and tugging
impatiently at the zipper.  When I sit up, leaning forward to untie my
Nikes he kneels at the edge of the mat, his stiff penis and tight black
curls giving him the look of a crouching faun.

Together we take off my clothes and the moment I am naked the boy pulls me
down onto the mat, stroking the muscles of my chest and arm then dragging
my hand to his rigid penis.  I start to rub him and he hugs, pressing the
full length of his smooth young body to my own.  Silky and warm, the boy's
hairless skin slides on mine and then I feel the cool touch of his fingers
around my shaft.  As they begin to move on me he turns his head, offering
his lips.

We kiss again, my tongue thrusting deep into Robbie's mouth while he
squirms, writhing against me.  It is like the things we do in the dark when
his mother is home and he cannot get away - long slow kisses with our hands
fumbling beneath each other's clothes - or the furtive huddling in a closet
at the 'Y' after basketball when Robbie presses against me, shorts dropped
down around his ankles, his hot sweaty skin tasting of salt.

His hands are moving on me, rubbing and sliding, the one he has hugged
around me stroking my shoulders and back.  Suddenly he shudders.  Beneath
my pumping fingers a throb pulses in the base of his rigid penis and
Robbie's slender legs jerk, tangling with mine.  Our lips part as he pulls
his head back, eyes closed, arching his body.

"Uhhhh..."  Moaning softly the boy stretches out when I place him gently on
his back and reach for the tube of KY that is rolled into our blanket.
Sunlight gleams on his smooth slender legs as he draws his knees up,
hugging them to his chest to stretch open his ass.  His little brown anus
gapes and I slick the rim with lubricant, pushing more up into him with
one, then two, fingers while Robbie squirms, his breaths catching in his
throat, "Uhh...Ah..."

The moment my fingers slip out he is reaching for me, wrapping his slim
legs around my waist, eager to be filled by my hardness.  Ever since I
first showed him how to give himself completely he has been like this,
craving to have my rigid fullness in him; his desire for it almost as great
as the need he has for my love and attention.  I give it all to him freely,
and in return receive Robbie's most precious gifts - his trust and
affection.

Now, alone and naked with this beautiful boy, the love I have for him
shakes me as I lean over to take him in my arms, kissing his closed eyes,
his nose and open mouth.  He tugs at me impatiently, stroking his palms
over my shoulders while I reach back to place the head of my jutting
erection in his anus.  The instant its blunt tip touches the rim he is
straining his legs around me, lifting his hips, wanting it in him.  Our
many times together have taught him how to open himself and I enter with
almost no resistance, popping through his stretched ring.  Robbie's head
pulls back.  With a moan of pleasure he tightens legs and arms around me,
sliding me in until the entire length of my shaft is sheathed in his hot
moist sweetness.

"Uh...Uhhhh..."

Squirming, the boy writhes, accommodating to the fullness, driving me in as
deep as he can; then his hips buck three times, a thing he always does
whenever he first takes me into himself.  A sudden throb pulses around my
thrusting rod, rippling in the muscular walls of the boy's rectum as his
slim legs jerk.

Gasping, I squeeze as hard as I can to contain a quick surge.  The boy's
passion and the ecstatic sensation of being in him takes me right to the
edge.  My hips thrust, and I grind them against the boy's stretched ass as
Robbie clings, squirming to move my tip deep in his young body.  A moment
later he is sliding his hands on me, pushing with his hips to urge what I
know he wants and I began to slide my rod in him, using small strokes at
first, gradually increasing until I am withdrawing more than halfway before
thrusting back.  My slick shaft pumps in the boy's gaping opening and he
arches with pleasure, straining to pull his thighs apart, ankles crossed on
the small of my back so he can tug against me.

Lifting his hips Robbie moves with my rhythm, his breaths coming in small
gasps, "Ah...Ah...Ah...Ah...", and he meets my thrusts to take me as deep
as he can.  I try to go slowly wanting to prolong it for us but, like all
boys, Robbie is impatient.  He keeps tugging at me, slender body shuddering
as he forces the pace, and the heat of his youthful passion flashes over my
own.  Locked together, sweat glistening on us, we move faster and faster
until I am pounding the boy and he is twisting in ecstasy beneath me.

Suddenly, I feel him tense.  His eyes remain closed but now his mouth opens
and his head pulls back.  Arching his body like a drawn bow he pushes with
his hips while I hold myself in him, thrusting up as far as I can, and for
a moment we hang there, my groin locked against his stretched ass, the two
of us straining, holding our breaths.

Giving a little cry Robbie suddenly jerks and with buck after buck of his
hips, kicking his legs, the boy releases in little spurts of warmth against
my stomach.  The tide bursting within me forces a rush of droplets from my
en-sheathed tip and then contractions throb in my loins.  I shoot into the
boy, pulse after jerking pulse, flooding his rectum with semen as we heave
against each other, the spasms shaking us.  Then I am holding the quivering
boy and he is clinging to me, panting, still lifting his hips wanting to
feel me inside, but I am softening already and bit by bit the muscle tone
of his rectum pushes me out.

I shift my weight off him, reaching for the blanket and we change position
to face each other while I pull the blanket's fuzzy warmth over us.  Robbie
smuggles into my arms, content for the moment to be held and petted,
putting his arms around me in a hug, and drawing his knee up over my side.
I run a palm down the boy's smooth flank sliding it to the hollow of his
waist then up onto his hip's silky mound.

Robbie is so precious to me that I never tire of caressing him and as I cup
the glossy curve of his butt he hugs sweetly.  Back and forth my hand
moves, stroking from taut lean waist to the sleek satin of his shoulders
with the boy writhing and twisting against me, sliding his silky hairless
body on mine.  When I brush fingertips on the coal black helmet of curls
around his head he closes his eyes, offering his mouth to me, wanting to be
kissed.

Our lips brush then lock together and as I pet him Robbie squirms his groin
on my hip, opening his mouth to admit my tongue, stretching and arching his
slender body like a cat.  The boy is rarely still when we embrace, but
shifts constantly, pressing the curves and hollows of his smooth warmth to
my own.  My hands slide over him, stroking his back and the delicate
rounded points of his shoulders.  Then I push between our chests to rub a
finger on one of his small nipples, massaging the hard little lump beneath
it.  Despite his fears about the breast lumps I have discovered this is
something he likes and the boy moans softly, opening his mouth wider
beneath my lips, twisting in pleasure and then rolling onto his back to
pull me on top of him.

Clinging tightly Robbie lets me break off our kiss, arching his head back
so I can nuzzle the delicate hollows of his neck and flick my tongue over
the three tiny moles that gleam there on his pale skin.  Further down, the
points of the boy's nipples are hard little dots and I lick each one before
sucking gently and tonguing the lumps beneath.  The boy's head arches back
further, breaths catching in his throat, and then his knees pull up.  He
bucks his hips in quick hard jerks, humping me.

Robbie is hard again, his rigid penis a stiff branch pushing against my
stomach.  Moaning, the boy keeps thrusting against me, sliding his palms
over my back.  His passion re-ignites my own and I feel my member lift as
one of his hands pushes in to rub me, the touch of it insistent, demanding.
Moments later my shaft is almost painfully stiff while the boy's fingers
keep stroking it.

I toss the blanket aside so I can get the KY tube, and Robbie turns over
onto his stomach, reaching back to spread his butt cheeks.  I smear gel
around his opening making it glisten in the sunlight, then push a gob up in
him using two fingers, twisting them and pressing the tips on his nub.
Moaning, the boy parts his legs and then stretches his hands out in front
of him, arching his body like a diver.

My erection is now so hard it jumps with every one of my heartbeats.  I
smear it with KY while Robbie gets up onto his knees, facing away from me.
Head pulled back and eyes staring he rubs his straining penis with a fist
while I position myself on my knees just behind him.  As soon as he feels
my warmth the boy leans back resting against me while he continues to
stroke himself and my hands run up the satiny sheen of his lean stomach
than onto his chest to massage the lumps under his little nipples.

Arched back like that, tensing his butt to harden himself with the sun
shining on his raven dark curls and pale skin, Robbie's smooth hairless
body is living sculpture, every taut muscle visible.  His young adolescent
form, fined down by all the basketball and soccer he loves to play, is
gangling as a hound pup and just as tenderly made.  My massaging of the
lumps in his breasts brings another soft little sound from him,
"Uhhhhh...", and he keeps stroking himself, twisting his other hand back
around to take hold of my jutting erection and slide it into his crease.  I
squirm closer, putting an arm around his waist and he places my blunt tip
on his anus, bearing down to open the ring.  A moment later I am entering
him, my stiff rod popping through, sliding up into the heat of his rectum.

Robbie quivers and pushes back, impaling himself, moaning as he squirms to
accommodate my engorged shaft.  Beneath the arm I hold around his slim
waist I feel the bulge of my tip deep in his loins.  Eyes closed and mouth
opened the boy arches, head pulled back against me, pumping his rigid penis
with quick hard strokes of his fist while my free hand continues to massage
the lumps in his chest.

When the first throb pulses in him I squeeze his nipples and the boy
tenses, holding his breath, fingers sliding frantically on his
rod... Suddenly he jerks like a speared fish.  Throbbing contractions make
his hips buck and clear droplets squeeze out of his tiny slit to dribble
over his fingers.

I push Robbie forward, holding him tight around the waist so I can stay in
him.  Panting, the boy stretches his upper body for me, lowering head and
shoulders while pushing his butt upward so I can thrust deeply into him and
lock my groin against the firm pale mounds of his ass.  I lean over,
sliding my palms on his chest and stomach while he struggles to get his
legs straddled further apart, then resting his curly head on the air
mattress he stretches again, arms out in front of him, and my fingers slide
through his groin creases, brushing and then rubbing the boy's tight
scrotum, slick quivering shaft, and the silky inner surfaces of his thighs.

Back and forth I draw my hands, stroking them around the boy's spread
crotch while at the same time I move my tip deep inside him by grinding my
hips.  Robbie twists, stretching and sometimes jerking as little throbs
pulse deep in his loins.  Whenever I press a fingertip at the base of his
scrotum the boy gives a soft little cry, "Uhhhhhhhhh...", and arches
forward, lifting his head and straining his thighs apart.  As more throbs
shake him, he writhes to push his butt up tight against me.

When Robbie begins to thrust and pant I place a hand on his straining
penis, brushing the shaft lightly with my fingertips before rubbing in a
hard fast rhythm.  My other hand slides over the boy's stomach, steadying
him, while I push my forefinger into his belly button and wiggle the tip.
Robbie moans, lifting to stretch open his butt as I begin to move in him,
withdrawing then pushing back, sliding in his rectum with the boy squirming
back to meet me.  As I pound faster and rub my fist on the slick, stretched
skin of his rigid shaft Robbie's breaths begin coming in gasps,
"Ah...Ah...Ah...Ah..."

Pulsating throbs shoot through the boy as hard contractions jerk his penis
and the slippery drops that ooze from his helmeted tip lubricate my fingers
so I can rub him even faster.  Robbie pulls his head back, straining his
slender body into an arched bow to get his butt up as far as he can,
letting me slam into him and jam my groin against the firm mounds.  My
finger wiggles in his belly button and the quivering boy tenses, holding
his breath and then gasping as the jerking spasms take him again and again.

Gradually my own response is building.  After the first release I am slower
to recover than the boy, whose immature passive ardor lets him repeat,
always wanting more.  Lost in passion he writhes beneath me coming to a
second, third, and fourth shuddering spasm until at last I am there,
squeezing to hold back.  Gripping Robbie I pound my hips, sliding my
straining rod in his gaping rectum, my whole body trembling as I thrust as
fast as I can.

My fist is pumping the boy, fingers sliding from base to tip on his
quivering shaft, and from my movements Robbie knows I am close.  He tenses,
holding his breath, shuddering with the throbs that ripple in the tight
walls of his rectum and massage my sliding shaft like fingers.  They take
me past the edge and my head pulls back.  I squeeze but nothing can hold me
any longer.  Droplets flow from my tip.  I barely manage a final thrust,
slamming my groin against the boy's rounded ass, then my hips buck and in
pulse after shuddering pulse I spurt into Robbie, feeling the boy jerk
along with me as tiny arcs of fluid shoot from his rigid penis.

Afterwards we remain still, panting, sheened in sweat, while I soften and
slip out of him.  Then I turn Robbie over and he lies sprawled on the air
mattress, eyes closed, the angular form of his growing body beautifully
highlighted by the sun's rays.  I bend to kiss him and without opening his
eyes he puts his arms around me to kiss back.  The scent of his heated boy
flesh fills my nose and I caress gently, stroking my fingers over the
velvety softness in his hairless armpits, smooth alabaster on his sides and
the glossy silk of his hips and waist.

The boy stretches, arching with a tiny sigh of pleasure, and pulls up one
knee, wanting me to stroke the silky skin of his inner thigh.  Already his
penis is lifting into semi-hardness again and as I slip a hand up the taut
satin of his stomach onto his chest to begin massaging the lumps in his
breasts, his mouth opens and he lifts his hips in a few quick bucks to hump
me.

"We have to go in now," I whisper.  "Your mother will be looking for you."

Squirming, he shakes his head.  "Not yet."

"I know."  My hand keeps moving on him.  "But we have to..."

Robbie opens his eyes to look at me and then takes hold of my fingers,
pushing them onto his stiffening penis where I rub him a few times before
placing my hand back on his belly to tickle.  Instantly the boy curls up,
giggling.  He grabs my arms, pulling me down onto the mat beside him so we
can cuddle.

"Come on," I urge, kissing and hugging him.  "We have to get dressed."

But still he shakes his head, grinding his hips against me and humping.  I
slide a hand down his back.  "Uh-Uh.  We've been gone long enough.  If your
mother goes off and grounds you again it'll be bad."

At this he gives up temporarily and snuggles against me asking, "You're
comin' to my game tomorrow?"

"You know I wouldn't miss that."

"I'm gonna' try an' score a goal for you."

I give his butt a pat then hug him.  "That would be wonderful.  You'll hear
me cheering for sure.  But no matter what you do, you know I'll be proud of
you."

The boy hugs tightly as he pulls a knee up over my hip.  "Are you comin'
next Saturday?"

"Sure, same as always.  I'll have my paycheck so we can go to a motel."

"The one like with the pool inside, an' all the slides an' stuff?"

"Sure."

This definitely pleases him and he squirms, rubbing himself on my hip
before pleading, "Just once more?"

I am very tempted but have to be firm with him, "Nope.  Come on.  Remember
what happened that time we stayed too long.  We got to go."  Reluctantly
the boy releases his hold on me and I get up, helping him to his feet.

Around us the bare woods stretch away in dense ranks of slender trees, and
the huge boulder behind which we have been sheltering is a silent massive
presence in the spring sun.  On the damp ground not even a fallen leaf
rustles.  The boy and I might be the only life in a deserted world.

Robbie smiles at me.  Standing there, his pale gangly body washed in light,
I think he is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.  His boner is
still up, and with his curly black hair, pert nose and dark eyes sparkling
with impish merriment he might be a young Puck, the spirit of boyhood
itself, come to dally with me for a few hours pleasure before disappearing
the moment I turn my back.

With a pang of irrational dread I hand over his warm-up pants and keep my
eyes on him while he slips into them, watching the play of shadow and light
on his smooth hairless body.  He is changing so fast!  Already I know the
day is coming when I will lose him as he grows away from me.  Please let it
not be too soon, I pray silently.  Let there still be many more wonderful
times before us.

Robbie sits on the tarp pulling on his Nikes and then watches as I get
dressed.  We deflate the air mattress by having him kneel on it while I
roll it up and then, once mattress and blanket are folded, I help him into
his tight warm-up jacket.

"You sure are outgrowing this," I say, fixing the zipper.  "This week we're
gonna' get you a new one."

Robbie puts his arms around me, resting his head on my chest, and as I
caress him I feel that he is trembling a little.  "I really like you a
lot," he whispers, squeezing very tightly.

I know that he does, but boy-like he is embarrassed to say it, so he only
tells me on rare occasions.  Love for him wells up in me and I kiss his
dark curls, breathing in their lovely fragrance.  Struggling to control my
voice, because his words mean so much to me, I whisper back, "I really like
you, too, Robbie.  More than anything in the world."

He does not want to let go for a while, so I kiss and stroke him until he
is ready.  Then we gather our things and with the boy close to me, his arm
around my waist, we head back down the slope toward the dirt track that
leads to his apartment house.

"You'll be there tomorrow?"  He asks again, looking up anxiously, wanting
to be reassured.

Leaning over to give him one more kiss, I whisper, "You know I will."

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