Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2002 21:03:31 -0800 (PST)
From: Wishus Teglin
Subject: Thanks, I Needed That!  (M/b)

Thanks, I Needed That!
A Boylove Short

by Teglin


Copyright 2002 by Teglin.  You may freely copy this boylove romance short
story and distribute it.  Please have the courtesy not to alter it in any
way.

WARNING:

This boylove story contains descriptions of sexual acts between a man and a
minor boy.

If this story is illegal where you are, or for your age, or the concept of
a man/boy romantic relationship offends you, don't read further.


Dedication:
To all the boys who guide us.



Thanks, I Needed That!


It' s been hard since he and his parents picked me up at the station, for
David and I to get even a moment alone, what with meeting all the people
out in California, sharing rooms with others, etc. His parents have been
great, though, putting up with a lot. I wonder how many moms and dads would
look so favorably upon their 12 year old boy - not to mention a 12 year old
movie star boy - practically gluing himself to a middle-aged man.

Both of us have been getting antsy, feeling like we haven't had a chance to
really speak our love to each other, as we need to. Of course we held hands
everywhere. He could sit in my lap sometimes in the car. We even stole one
brief, deep kiss in the theater the other day, when we watched 'Dinosaur'
with all the others. His sigh, almost pained, when that kiss was over, tore
at me. I wanted so much to enter him in every way, to fill him with my
love.

So yesterday at MOUSEland, I guess David had had enough waiting! It was
awfully frustrating with such a large group, trying to get anything
done. So we started splitting up into groups. Finally, in the mix of
grouping and parting and meeting again, David and I found ourselves alone!

As soon as he realized it, David let out a whoop, grabbed my hand, and
headed off towards the central part of the park.

I said, "We've already been to that part of the park, sweetie."

"Just follow me!" he called over his shoulder, dragging me bodily. Not like
I had any choice! His long golden lockes literally flowed back with the
wind that he created in his haste.

About halfway across the park, weaving through the little miniature
streets, I called out, "ooh, look there, there's a cute boy ...."

He gave me a specially hard tug, and growled out, "you keep your eyes on
me!!" he ended more quietly, breathily, "for now." And he giggled.

I called out, "no problemo!" In keeping with the latin theme that was so
prevalent in the park that day. (90% of the boys there were hispanic.)

He led us straight to the kiddie mine ride. It was a slow-moving, rather
boring ride, so I was rather surprised. "I didn't think you liked this ride
that much," I said, quizzically, as he planted us firmly in line.

"Hmmh, there were parts of it that I kind of liked," he said, mysteriously.

It was difficult to keep from looking like lovers, as we stood in
line. David was quite emphatically horny! I felt his erect shaft, all two
and a half inches of it, pressed against my lower thigh as he literally
wrapped himself around me. He kept humping my leg, not all that
surreptitiously. I tried to mask his actions by acting like he was so
exhausted that he had to hang on for dear life. I would pat his head,
massage his shoulders, or hold him tight, his head resting against my right
chest.

We must have been a sight, inching forward as the line progressed towards
the ride, me often enough having to lift him to go forward.

Finally he unwound himself from me, as we became the next riders to board
our boat. David pulled my head down to his level and whispered into my
ear. "I got this idea listening to those girls back there talking about the
Tunnel of Love!"

"Oohhhh!" I answered, knowingly. If anyone saw my statement, they could
tell that whatever my boy had said, it pleased me no end.

We boarded, straddling the central, padded seat in the little boat built
for four, with me in the back, and David sitting back against me, between
my legs. Thank goodness the crowds were thinning, so the attendants let us
take the boat by ourselves! I'd guess it didn't hurt that David turned on
his charms to the older teen at the gate, asking if we could have the boat
alone. Who could resist his golden-green eyes, pleading with such a sweet
smile?

This ride was all in the dark, with occasional lighted objects along the
way, and a little narrative about gold mining and logging, back in the old
days. At one point it turned into an adventurous float down a log
flue. Again all in the dark. Three minutes of solitude! My boy was
thinking!

No sooner were we in the darkness than he literally sprang and leapt,
turning a full 180 degrees, and straddled me instead of the padded seat!
Talk about a lip-lock! What's that new phrase? Sucking face? Well, we
certainly sucked some face. His small, slender arms held my head in a
tender embrace, while I let my hands roam over his back, down to his
buttocks, pulling him occasionally close to meld his body against mine.

Pretty soon, he got into a rhythm, and started humping his little rigid
member against my stomach. I cupped his buttocks and pulled him into me, to
help.

It was all very hurried. Only three minutes, but those were fleeting
moments of complete bliss! My boy was in my arms, he was using my body as
his instrument, playing me from my mouth to my stomach. I had the
unutterable joy of tasting his sweet tongue and mouth, taking his saliva
into my mouth, and then plunging my tongue into his. I could hear his moans
of building pleasure, as well as feel their vibrations on my own lips, and
into my own throat. The heat of his little body pressed into mine, the vice
grip of his legs around my waist, spoke of our Oneness.

Oh god, how I love him! How I love to bring him pleasure, and to share in
his pleasure. How I live to serve him! To fulfill his needs, and to be
completed, in our every act together.

The ride neared its end, and David went into a frenzy of lunges against
me. Thankfully the moving water, the narration, and boat banging against
the guide rails, was surely enough to mask his impending climax. It occured
just at the climactic moment of the ride. The boat entered onto a ramp,
which ratcheted us up and up, slowly. I whispered to David to cum quickly,
because we were almost at the end. Just as the boat surmounted the top of
the incline, and plunged over the edge, he screamed out in ecstasy, and
collapsed into me.

We dove down in to the sunlight and the splashing water, and must have
looked to everyone around just like a man with his frightened little boy.

I had to climb out of the boat and lift my bedraggled little boy with
me. He let me manhandle him, and whispered into my ear, "Finally! Thanks
Teg, I needed that." I kissed him on his forehead, and said, "thank you! I
needed that too!"