Date: Mon, 10 Aug 2009 12:58:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: That Special Day

That special Day
By
Storyguy22


   As always, this is fiction and bears no relationship to any real life
event.


   Quelling your avid excitement, you take a moment to simply sit back and
study the incredibly cute young boy standing in front of you. He stands
there, a shy expression on his sweet face as he studies his small feet. His
delicate hands hang at his sides, the thin fingers flexing as he struggles
to find the correct place to put them as he feels the intensity of your
hungry gaze roaming over his slender young body.

   You sigh, silently giving deep thanks for whatever cosmic planet
alignment has occurred to make this beautiful boy available to you on this
special day, a day that it seems you have waited a lifetime for. For as
long as you can reminder there has been this deep burning desire within
you, a desire to sexually explore a boy such as this one standing before
you, and at long last that burning desire is going to become a reality.

   Returning your full attention to the boy, you take a long time to
examine every inch of him from head to toe. The first thing that you take
note of are his stunning good looks, a soft beauty that is very nearly too
pretty for a boy. His complexion is pure peaches and cream, flawless in
every way despite his tender age of thirteen, an age which is so frequently
a time of acne, or any other of the myriad of hormonal overload driven skin
defects that occur as a boy travels the oft bumpy road called
puberty. There is a soft flush painted on his smooth cheeks, a harbinger of
his anxiety and mounting excitement. He continues to fidget nervously which
is completely understandable given that he is fully aware of the reason for
his presence here, a reason that he apparently has wanted just as much as
you have, albeit for a much shorter time.

   Setting those issues aside for the moment, you continue your careful
appraisal of the boy as your eyes shift from carefully studying his pretty
face with its aqua blue eyes and pixie-like nose, and that lush little
mouth, so very kissable with full soft lips, to studying with equal care
his lithe frame, so slim and nearly feminine. He is petite, perhaps all of
five foot two, or three, and certainly not more than a hundred pounds, if
that. Dressed as he is now, or perhaps it is more appropriate to say
undressed as he is now, clad in nothing but a very skimpy pair of yellow
briefs which actually are much more like panties given the lack of any sort
of fly, or y-front, and wearing them he looks even more delicate than he
had wearing a tee shirt and shorts. You allow yourself a quick glance at
the panty, a satin-like material that is shiny and very transparent, a
gauzy swatch of material that clings to his small package and that stunning
little ass like skin.

    You swallow, a sudden flood of saliva filling your mouth as you allow
yourself a brief lingering gaze on the small lumps and bumps behind the
filmy yellow panty, and then you force your gaze to his silky smooth torso,
your eyes taking note of the total smoothness of the boy, not a single hair
in evidence between the panty and his gently rounded shoulders. His chest
shows the bare beginnings of development, the small pectorals just
beginning to take on a slight definition, and the puffy nipples that dot
them are a delicious pink tone, and their perky centers are stiff with
excitement. You lick your lips, imagining how they will feel under your
lips and tongue, and you know that soon now, very soon, you will come to
know full well.

   Dropping your gaze further, you follow the slightly tapering descent of
his trunk, the firmness of chest giving way to softness of tummy that
tapers to his narrow waistline. Your eyes settle on the tiny button at the
center of his tummy, a shallow cave of shadow that seems to beg for your
tongue to explore its depth, and you again know that soon you will be
enjoying just that, that, and so much more of this delicious young
creature. Your hungry gaze once more settles on his boyish treasures nested
behind the filmy yellow material, and you again feel the saliva fill your
mouth as you visualize what his small treasures might look like naked, and
rigid with excitement. You're sure that his boyhood will be small, and
perfect, probably narrow and sculpted, and, judging by the clearly
discernable knob-like head that presses against the thin panty, he is
neatly circumcised.

   You conjecture a sparse smattering of pubic hair just emerging on his
creamy groin, doubtless as blonde as the soft covering on his head, and
your minds eye pictures a hairless and wrinkled scrotum, a soft pouch
bulging with the heft of his tender eggs, doubtless only recently capable
of producing that heavenly elixir of boy semen that you so eagerly crave to
taste as it explodes forth over your tongue.

   Your own cock throbs now, so full and rigid as it pushes angrily at your
own briefs, the resulting tent completely obvious to the boy, and you feel
a sharp jolt deep in your balls as you catch him taking furtive glances at
it, his expression a mix of apprehension and anticipation as his eyes widen
slightly with surprise, and possibly some fear, at its impressive girth and
length. Your gaze drops to his shapely legs, so coltish, and without a
whisper of hair, and then to his well turned ankles, and small and dainty
feet. Such abject perfection, clearly a ten out of ten and you nearly drool
with your mounting lust to ravage this young beauty in every way.

   You smile at the boy, and get the slightest hint of a smile in return as
the pink glow at his cheeks deepens. You indicate in a kind of sign
language that he should raise his arms over his head, and he complies, a
quizzical look on his face at your silent command. You nearly gasp as the
creamy smooth and fully hairless arm pits become visible, and you instantly
imagine licking and kissing that most tender place, and you can imagine his
soft giggles as your flicking tongue causes a tickle there. Twirling your
hand, you wordlessly tell the boy to turn around, and you groan softly deep
in your throat as the perfect roundness of his tight little ass presents to
your hungry gaze. This side of him is every bit as stunning and perfect as
is the front, and you stare so furiously at the perfect globes of his
little butt that you are certain he can actually feel the heat of your
gaze. Each small melon is pure perfection, the saucy way it juts out from
the flat of his back heart stopping, and you stare at the narrow cleft that
divides the globes and you clearly visualize the pink treasure that lies
hidden there, that most special of places that you long to see, and taste,
and penetrate.

   Your powerful lust for this young creature had reached its apex, and you
are suddenly unable to delay having him for another second, and you speak
aloud for the first time, your voice heavy with lust and excitement as you
tell him,

   "You are simply beautiful, Scotty, perfect. Step over here, Son...I
can't wait another second to touch you."

   The boy holds his position, but turns to face you again, and it is
instantly obvious that your word have excited him. His sweet face is fully
flushed now, and a faint sheen of sweat glistens on his forehead as his
chest rises and falls with his labored breathing. His boyhood is fully
erect now, and the narrow stalk pokes obscenely at the tiny yellow panty,
and there is a darker wet spot on the gauzy material where his knob oozes
his excitement. You raise your hands, beckoning to the boy with your
finger, and he tentatively inches closer to your seated position until you
can touch him.

   Your hands go to his shoulders, and cup them, the warmth of his skin
seeming to nearly sear your palms, and you stroke down his upper arms in
tandum as he shudders slightly from your touch. You move up and down his
thin arms several times, and then you move to his chest, your palms gliding
over the satiny skin as your fingers find his cherry little tips and touch
them, rubbing tight circles and then lightly pinching the rigid tips. He
groans, another shudder rushing over his fragile frame as you stimulate his
sensitive nubbins as he closes his eyes. Leaving one hand toying with his
nipples, you drop the other to his soft tummy, rubbing that flawless skin
slowly, your fingertip making circles around his tiny navel before dipping
inside. He gives a shiver, a small sound escaping his throat as you draw a
finger side to side just at the narrow elastic that keeps the panty in
place. The wet spot at the knob of his pulsing erection widens, and you
swear you can catch the scent of his boy-honey as it seeps from the tiny
slit, and you feel a sudden ache from your taste buds.

   You sit forward then, and slide your tongue out to lap at the tiny buds
of his nipples, tasting his flavor for the first time, and it does not
disappoint, the youthful taste of him all that you had expected, and
more. Eagerly you move between the stiff points, licking and sucking each
in turn as your fingers below continue to caress the softness of his tummy,
and the silkiness of the thin panty. He arches his back, thrusting his
chest out as if to meet your tongue and lips, and his thin fingers thread
into your hair as you capture one pink morsel and ever so gently bite down
on it.

   He gasps loudly, tugging at your hair nearly painfully as he hisses,

   "OHhhh gosh...oh man!"

   You slide over to the other nipple, and repeat the action, eliciting a
similar reaction from the boy, and then you begin to trail your wet tongue
downward, tasting his flawless warm skin as you go. His fingers retreat
from your hair, and he rubs your bare back as you lap your way to his tiny
navel, and you roll your tongue, and then dip into the little cave,
wiggling it as you hear his soft giggles and cooing noises above
you. Withdrawing, you drag your tongue side to side across his soft belly
just above the panty, and his boyish scents flood your senses, so fresh,
and new.

    You trail lower, your tongue licking at the diaphanous silk panty, and
then lapping down the length of his rigid tube of excited flesh. You feel
it pulsing with excitement, and you hear his soft mews of pleasure as you
press your lips against his hardness, and savor the wet spot where his
excitement has steadily oozed. Forcing yourself to move on, you dip lower,
and capture the lump of his scrotum inside your drooling mouth, your tongue
pushing at the small nuggets it contains while the boy rocks upward onto
his toes, another gasp of pleasure coming like music to your ears.

   Moving on, you lick and kiss his firm thighs, going down to the knobby
knee on one leg, and then back up along the other until you once more take
the lump of young balls into your mouth as he groans loudly. You simply
cannot take this any longer, and you suddenly sit up, your trembling
fingers moving to the elastic of the yellow panty as you hook them under
the narrow band, and then peel the flimsy garment down his thighs. His
erection springs free of its confinement, the rock hard shaft pointing
nearly straight up, rigid as a rod of steel and his swollen pouch drops
slightly to dangle between his smooth thighs. You take in a huge breath,
pausing to drink in his naked beauty as your peripheral vision sees his
small feet step out of the soft puddle of the panty. You take in his scent,
dizzying in its aroma of unspoiled youth, and your eyes are locked onto his
sculpted boyhood as you struggle to comprehend its perfection. Not large as
you had already surmised, it is perhaps four inches in length, and not much
thicker than your middle finger.

    It is perfect, you decide, in every detail from the pink tone of the
narrow shaft to the purpler hued knob which glistens with the wetness of
his oozing excitement. The shaft is as smooth as glass, with one swollen
vein running along the underside of it that throbs with pounding blood
flow, and the ridge of corona circles the purple knob perfectly. As you had
suspected there is a sparse thatch of silky pubes spread out over his milky
white groin, and as your eyes drop to his plump scrotum you take note of
the tight little creases of skin and the complete lack of hair. His balls
appear larger than you expected, and they hang lower than you thought, and
the thought passes through your overloaded brain that this may well signify
an ability to produce more of the delicious young nectar than you had hoped
for.

   Unable to resist, you reach out, and close your fingers around the boy's
erection, the heat and incredible hardness actually surprising as you
slowly slide the silky soft skin back and forth. He groans again, his
narrow hips pushing forward in an effort to increase the pressure of your
grip, and you smile up at him, winking. He grins, his small and perfect
teeth flashing behind his full lips, and you continue to stroke his
hardness as your other hand goes to cradle his balls. Their heft surprises
you, and you roll them gently, your fingers gently prodding each nugget in
turn. Closing your hand around his smooth scrotum, you tug gently, and he
shudders strongly as you watch in awe as a tear drop of clear fluid emerges
from his tiny slit. You dip your head, your tongue lashing out to swipe the
slippery dollop away, and the tart flavor attacks your taste buds. The boy
squeals as your wet tongue washes over his sensitive knob, and he mutters,
a tone of desperation filling his shaking voices,

   "Oh my god...oh golly...suck me...please...suck me!"

   In an instant you comply fully, opening your drooling mouth as you
eagerly slid the rigid boyhood inside, and begin bobbing your head as your
copious saliva slicks the steely hard rod. Up and down you go, your tongue
washing over the pulsing boyhood as you suck him, your hand still busy
playing with his balls as his fingers once again thread into your hair,
tugging at it as his hips buck to match your bobbing pace. His youthful
fluid is running freely now, the warm slipperiness of it painting your
tongue, and you suddenly fear that it all will end far too soon if his
excitement continues to climb at such a furious pace. Your emotions are
clearly mixed, a part of you desperate for the event to last as long as
possible while another part is equally as desperate for his rapidly
approaching eruption to fill your mouth, and your senses. Finally you make
a decision, and you quickly back off, letting his rampant boyhood slip from
your mouth as he squeals in protest, his hands tugging hard at your hair in
a desperate effort to reconnect with his leaking boyhood.

   You resist his effort, getting quickly to your feet as your hands slide
into his creamy underarms and lift him up, his nakedness mashing against
your bare chest as you quickly carry him to the sofa, and lay him there,
face down. You pause a moment to admire the perfection of his pretty little
ass, and then you drop to your knees beside the sofa, your hands gripping
the firm globs of that incredible butt. You massage them, kneading the
succulent flesh like bread dough, and then you drag one melon aside as your
finger dives into the warm crease in search of his prize. You find the tiny
pucker, and your fingertip draws small circles around it as the boy pants
and groans, his balled fists hammering at the sofa and his narrow hips
thrusting into the sofa cushion as you deftly explore his most sensitive
place. Overcome with boiling lust, you forcefully separate those perfect
little mounds and dig your tongue into his warm crease, the tip of it
searching out his wrinkled core, and when you locate it, you lick it again
and again as the boy wails loudly,

   "OHhh jeez...shit...oh...my...God...!"

   Dizzy with lust, your tongue washes his tiny pucker again and again as
you force one hand under his prone body to grip his drooling boyhood as you
tongue his hole, the musty flavor of it only adding to your boiling
lust. Wetting a finger with saliva, you add that to your tonguing and with
little effort you manage to slip the digit inside the boy, and plunge it
deeply as he releases a loud grunt, and exclaims,

   "OWww..Jesus...oh man...that hurts...!"

   Undaunted, your finger searches for his sweet spot, that hard little
peanut that will quickly change his protests to pleas for more, and when
you finally locate it, you drag the finger over it again and again, adding
a gently pressure as your other hand works his rock hard boyhood. He stops
squirming, and suddenly goes quiet as you carefully manipulate his small
gland, the waves of pleasure now washing over the boy as he mews softly,
his flushed face buried into the sofa cushion. Back and forth you go, and
his hips begin bucking as he moves his leaking boyhood against your
gripping hand, and you become aware of his freely flowing juices, a
precursor of his rapidly building excitement. You quickly flip the boy
over, and once more swallow that perfect boyhood to the root as you
reinsert your finger into his now far looser hole, and resume stroking his
sensitive gland as your drooling mouth bobs steadily on his oozing
erection. Another minute or so of this level of stimulation, and the boy
has reached the cliff edge, his hips thrusting sharply upward to bury his
bucking boyhood into your mouth as he yelps loudly, his boyish voice
cracking,

   "AGgggg Jesus...I'm gonna cum...!"

   And cum he does, his cock swelling and bucking as his young balls serve
up their creamy offering. You feel the shaft tighten, and then pulse as the
first of several rapid spurts of fresh creamy boy-honey jets into your
mouth, and then another, and another, and another, all in rapid
succession. You savor each burst, the taste, texture, and warmth everything
you had ever hoped for, and more. You hold as much of the creamy offering
as you can, savoring the nutty taste and the thick texture before
swallowing it down to allow space for the next spurt until at last the boy
is spent, and his boyhood begins to wilt inside your mouth. Reluctantly,
you let it slip away, and then you hold it gently, your tongue washing over
the highly sensitive head as you squeeze the shaft to milk out the final
drizzles of the delicious nectar until there simply is no more.

   You move away then, and climb up onto the sofa beside the boy, and you
take his trembling body in your arms, holding him as he calms down, and
recovers his normal breathing. He snuggles into you, and you stroke his
smooth back and those glorious young buns as he shudders, and mutters
against your chest,

   "Gosh... oh wow...that was totally awesome...!"

   You chuckle, and agree as your aching erection presses against him, and
you reply,

   "Good boy...you taste delicious, by the way...and I am very impressed
with all that sweet cum you gave me...!'

   The boy giggles softly, secretly proud of the volume of his
ejaculations, and you feel him worm a hand between you as he searches out
your thick erection. He grips it, and mumbles,

   "Wow...it's huge...thick...do you really think this thing will
fit...?...in my butt, I mean...are you sure?"

   You chuckle softly, flexing your cock in his gentle grip, and answer,

   "Come to the bedroom with me, Babe, and we will find out...!"

   He giggles again nervously, but gamely replies,

   "Okay...!"

   In your bedroom, the boy sits nervously on the edge of your bed,
watching carefully as you methodically go about retrieving the supplies you
assembled earlier in anticipation of this most special of events, and a shy
little grin crosses his face as you place on the night stand a bottle of
lube and a soft fluffy towel. That bit of business taken care of, you move
to boldly stand directly in front of the seated boy, and you watch his
stunning blue eyes flick to your bulging briefs and settle on your rigid
cock. You see his small Adams apple dip several times as he swallows
nervously, and you tantalize him even further as you inch closer, the soft
cotton of your tented brief nearly in contact with his upper lip. He
glances up at you, his sweet expression that of a deer in headlights, and
you give him a reassuring smile and grind your hips just a little bit so
that his full attention returns to your center.

   You force yourself to remain patient, and finally your effort is
rewarded as one trembling hand comes up, and slowly reaches for your
crotch. There is a pounding noise in your ears, and you fear that your
hammering heart might explode as you stare fixatedly at the slender arm and
small, delicate hand as it covers the distance between you. At the first
sense of the boy touching your throbbing cock you release a deep groan, and
he jumps slightly, startled at the animal-like sound, and then his raging
curiosity wins out as he boldly and firmly grasps your cock in his small
fist and pumps it. You reel with the intensity of that simple touch, and as
the boy begins to quickly warm to his task, you shudder once more as his
free hand joins in, carefully exploring the heavy bulge of your aching
balls.

   "Oh Scotty...my God, Baby...that feels wonderful...!" you gasp, meaning
every syllable.

   His blue eyes flicker upward as if to confirm visually what he thinks he
has heard you say, and you press your urgent groin into his gentle grip,
letting him know your hunger, and lust. It seems to assure him, and he
quickly moves his narrow fingers to tug at your briefs, working them down
your thighs as your rampant manhood springs forth, and nearly slaps his
sweet face. He makes a small squeaking noise, his surprise at your size
compelling him to react, and you actually hold your breath as you watch in
awe as his hands return to grip your turgid erection, and carefully cup
your heavy scrotum. He begins a slightly awkward rhythm, his small hand
appearing smaller still as it encircles your cock and strokes it up and
down as the other hand explores your balls, and in a moment he has it, the
steady fisting sending waves of lust coursing over you. You widen your
stance, kicking the discarded briefs away, and then thrust your hips
forward slightly as you watch his head tilt forward, those lush and cherry
red lips parting as his pink little tongue juts forth to swipe across the
wide head of your cock. You inhale sharply as he moves that soft, wet
tongue over your manhood, and you feel dizzy as he opens wide, and then
covers your thickness with that velvet soft mouth, his fingers circling the
base as he begins moving his blonde head, bobbing over you until you fear
that you will lose it completely, a large part of you wanting to let that
happen as the intense pleasure of his sucking mounts.

   You bear the amazing sensations as long as you dare, and then you back
away as that familiar tingling begins deep inside your balls, and your
raging erection slips from the boy's velvet mouth with a popping sound. He
makes a desperate grab for it, not understanding how dangerously close to
ejaculation he has brought you, and you reach for his flailing arms and
catch them. He looks up at you, clearly confused by your sudden move, but
he begins to catch on when you quickly push him onto his back as you drop
to your knees and grasp his fully recovered young boner in your mouth to
return the favor. His legs go wide, and as you deftly suck his tasty
boyhood you use your hands to fondle his ample balls, and to trail your
fingers into the warm crease of his pretty butt until you are once more
fingering his tight little tunnel. He rolls his blonde head against the
bed, his lush mouth agape as the myriad of sensations wash over him all at
once.

   The heady scents of the boy wash over you, and the sweet taste of his
flowing juices excite your taste buds, and before you are aware of it you
release his rock hard shaft from your drooling mouth, and you plunge in
between his splayed legs, your tongue once more washing over his pink
little pucker as you worm a finger into his tightness. He pants and
shudders, his slender body thrashing under your onslaught, and when you can
wait not a moment longer you pull away, and frantically reach for the lube
bottle. Thumbing the cap, you upend the thing and squeeze a good sized
dollop of the slippery gel over his pucker, and as your fingers push it up
inside him, your other hand applies a generous coating to your rigid
cock. Rising quickly, you go to your knees on the bed, and then you quickly
lift his legs behind the knees, and bend them back to his chest. He looks
at you, an expression of both excitement and fear on his pretty face, and
you inch in until your thick erection presses between his spread wide butt
cheeks. You add a little pressure, the head of your cock pushing at his
tiny entrance, and he squeals a little, unsure now that the moment of truth
has arrived.

    You grip the shaft of your pulsing erection, and center the bulbous
head against his tiny prize, and you pause to smear the slick lube all
around. His wide eyes watch you, his lush mouth open wide as you work your
cock against him, and then regroup as you begin a steady push, adding
pressure to meet the tight resistance you find there. Another brief pause
to allow the boy a breath, and then you tell him, your voice so filled with
lust you don't recognize it,

   "Just relax now, Baby...go soft, and kind of push out as I go
inside...it will smart at first, but not for long...trust me now...this is
what we both want so bad...relax now...!"

   He tries, he really does, and you can feel his muscles loosen slightly
as he huffs and puffs under you, and you lift those coltish legs higher,
and wider as your begin a steady push into him. Strong resistance at first,
and then, as you add pressure, the wide head of your cock slips past it,
and moves about an inch inside him where you force yourself to stop while
he adjusts. He is sweating heavily, and his eyes are clamped shut as he
hammers at the bed, and squeals,

   "Oh golly...man...if feels like a log in me already...wait...oh man!"

      Gritting your teeth, you comply, even though every instinct in you is
to push fully into his gripping tightness. You focus on the intense heat
and grip of him where his hot little chute clings to your cock head, and
you watch him closely, looking for any kind of sign to proceed. Finally,
you see it, a slow softening of expression as those baby blues open, and he
gazes up at you. A tiny upturn of mouth, not really a smile, but enough,
and you gently flex, feeding him another inch of your rigid cock. Those
blonde eyebrows arch upward, and the cherry lips form an oval of surprise
as you slip in deeper, and then his feet come up, and close around your
back as his hands grab at your forearms. You hold your breath, and look
down into those blue eyes, and his blond head nearly imperceptibly moves up
and down, a signal of assent, and you seize it, driving your hips forward
in a flash as your cock impales the boy fully.

   You very nearly give up your load right then and there, so utterly
amazing is the feel of his buttery depth gripping your throbbing member,
but you grit your teeth, and let the urge pass as you just soak in his
softness and heat. He whimpers a few times, squirming under you for a
better position, and then he inhales deeply before releasing the breath as
he mutters,

   "Oh God...so big...so much...oh wow...it's okay now...yea...do
it...please...just...fuck...me...!"

   That does it, no more denial, or control. You withdraw slowly, shivering
at the amazing grip of his tiny rectum on your wide cock, and then you
slide it fully into him once more. He whimpers some more, but rocks his
little butt under you, and you pull back once more before plunging back
into that heavenly place, again and again. His small feet kick at your
back, and you drive yourself in and out as your hands hold those slender
legs, and you fuck the boy with abandon now, all concern of his being
uncomfortable dissipated completely. He rolls that sweet ass, his chute
clamping tightly onto your thickness with each stroke, and time looses all
meaning as you fuck this wonderful boy, this boy you have dreamed of so
long, and so often. Your balls slap his upturned ass, and the sound of that
fuels your fires all the more, and as your boiling seed froths, you manage
to grab his rigid little cock and stroke it rapidly as you continue to
pummel the boy's incredible young pussy.

   The boy is tossing his head now, drool running from the corners of his
mouth and his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, and you suddenly feel
his boyhood swell stiffer still as it bucks in your grip, and then
erupts. Short ribbons of his creamy nectar burst forth, and splatter onto
his smooth tummy as the last drizzles wash over your gripping hand, and the
site and scent of his offering pushes you off the cliff as you drill deeply
into him, and then ejaculate, your heavy load spraying over his tight chute
again and again.

   You are absolutely certain that it is the most intense cum of your life,
and it seems that your thick emissions will never stop as you jet into the
boy again and again, but then at last you are drained, and exhausted. You
slowly become aware of his continued whimpering, and you carefully ease
your wilting cock from his flooded hole, and then you look down to see your
thick, white cream oozing from his stretched pucker to dribble down the
crack of his ass to stain the sheet below. You smile, and then fall over
beside him onto the bed, still gasping for air as you take the trembling
boy into your arms and hold him.

   After a time you both recover, and pack pillows under your heads as you
chat softly, not really saying anything meaningful, but agreeing that this
has indeed been a very special day for you both.

The End

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