Date: Tue, 26 May 2009 10:49:01 -0700
From: Judas Iscarriot <ofboysandlove@gmail.com>
Subject: The Boy Dancer: Part 1

The following story is true, in essence if not in particular. I have
allowed myself quite some poetic license in the presentation. I beg
you allow me my poetic pretenses, and I hope the story will be enjoyable
despite my telling ;)

Names have been changed to protect the guilty. It involves gay sex,
sex between "adults" and "children", quoted because of the silly
points at which the law makes the distinction, which does not bear in
mind maturity or the like.

 If that's not your thing, or if it's illegal where you are, then
perhaps you shouldn't be here, but who am I to lecture?

Part 1: A Boy In A Curious Phase.

For the record, I will be referred to as Thomas.

When I was a younger lad, I fell for one who was much younger than I.
Too young, really. But it wasn't I that fell, but more he who dragged
me, kicking and screaming into a most enjoyable hell. I was all of
19 and had, up until that point, been a good Christian lad, a virgin
by choice, and thought I was doing ok.  A few months ago I'd been sent
reeling, and was now dealing with the realization that I was queer as
a three dollar bill.

Meanwhile, my friends younger brother Johnny, a 13 year old dancer and
theater geek, with red hair and chipmunk cheeks, despite a still
developing dancers build not only knew he liked men, he dove into it
with gusto, and decided to make me his, which he did most
effectively, pursuing me with not a trace of subtlety, but with vigor
which, by the time he was 14, had worn down all my moral compunctions.

The first time was in his mothers flat. I had picked him up from
school because his mother was working late, and he was commuting to
the magnet school, well out of bicycle distance. We went
over, and he, still flabbergasted that I'd not seen it, had me in to
watch "Cats". While Mr. Mistoffelees was working his spells, my young
friend had worked some of his own; snuggling against me, rubbing
his 14 year old hands up and down my chest and eventually into my
pants, grabbing eagerly at my hardness.

I can not claim complete innocence by this point. Having finally been
pushed over the edge, I picked him up and took him back to his room,
only to see his "Power Rangers" sheets (perhaps a bit immature for his
age, but that was, I suppose, part of the big turn on) and posters and
pictures of half naked dancers plastered on his wall. His mother might
have harbored no illusions about her sons orientation, but I doubt she
realized that I, a good friend of the family, was currently ripping
his pants off.

From a young age, I had a full set of equipment. Indeed, the first
part of me to develop seemed to be my man sized cock, and when I was
14, I was afraid I was going to be in big trouble, as the thing was an
honest 8 inches, but the rest of me hadn't grown up, the beasty came
almost to my knees when soft, and when hard, HO HO! up well past my
belly button. But eventually I came into a mans body, and while I'm
proud of my package, it's not freakish, just... nice.

This bit of man meat was leaking like a sieve as I bared young
Johnny's most private parts. His immature boy needle was hard up
against his belly, with not even a sign of what would never become
more than light dusting of fire red bush. I knew not to let him go too
fast, or he'd spout his boy cum in less time than it took me to
inhale. So I went not for his rigid font, but instead for his pert nipples.
Licking and sucking, and then biting, ever so gently, pulling them
away from his chest.

 I held him down on his back by the shoulders, letting his lower body
do what it would, his arms pinned uselessly at his sides. For his
part, he was panting and grunting, all traces of civilized language
gone from his lips, whilst he humped futilely at the air. I'd let my
fingers roam down across his belly, and onto his smooth pubic mound,
making sure never to touch his sweet, sweet treasure. My fingers
rubbing across his inner thighs, which he'd draw together tightly,
only for me to pry them apart again; my fingers brushing lightly over
his little sack, now drawn up tight against his body, his marble sized
balls obviously aching with the strain.

I let my finger stray to his pulsing boy cunt, not penetrating, but
rubbing ever so slowly around it. This is what he'd fantasized about
since he was an elementary age boy, and his grunting changed
immediately to something low and visceral. I knew he wanted to be
penetrated, but would not yet give him the satisfaction. As they say in
the scriptures; "The length of thy longing shall be the strength of its
glory." I quit going at his nipples, making my way through his armpit
briefly, licking up his delicious adolescent musk, sending him into
another shivering pile of dough, and across that most sensitive bit of
the neck, leading up to the ear, brushing past his lobe, and letting
my lips linger over his for just a second, anticipating, and then
reacting, puling back as he lunged hungrily for my lips. I was the
adult here, after all, and it was my role to have the patience for
both of us, to make sure when he came, it exhausted him completely,
working my wiles like some Bene-Gesserit witch, intent on marking the
boy for life.

I dove down now, reversing myself on top of him. licking down past his
navel as I allowed my man sized cock to slap him in the cheek, being
sure to position myself such that he couldn't take me in his mouth.
Even I have my limits, and I knew if his virginal mouth wrapped around
my cock now, I'd be a goner, and no longer able to apply my specific
torture to his beautiful flesh.

I just breathed on his cock, and the sounds he was making stopped
dead. He thought he would finally be able to slip his cock into my
warm and waiting mouth, but I was not done with him yet. I grabbed his
nubile legs, still covered with the down of childhood, and pushed them
back, letting my lips glide over his tight sack, and then along his
taint, to the place my tongue would come to rest.

Any noises he made before vanished to a whispered whimper of a little
boy, perhaps even a little girl trapped in a boys body, as I allowed
my tongue to lap at his cute asshole, gently bathing him in
saliva, as it pulsed, opening and closing ever so slightly in
anticipation of his soon coming tongue fucking. I did not disappoint
him on this measure, and used my tongue to dive in, pushing through
both rings, and then back out, fucking him hard and fast with my
tongue, hit with no taste or aroma beyond that of beautiful 14 year
old musk and boy flesh. The rest of his body seemed to relax under me,
finding his place here, getting gently, yet firmly impaled by the almost
grown man he'd pursued for so long, if only by my tongue. This went on
for a few minutes before I felt him tense up, and withdrew my tongue
instantly, leaving him just shy of the edge, to falter once more, and
fall back whining. This was treatment for an adult who liked the edge,
and wanted to make it last. No 14 year old sissy boy was ready for
this type of edge play, and his whole body cried out for release.

Although I wanted to taste his sweat nectar, I also wanted him to know
what it could be like, if he ever decided to be a man amongst men, and
so, with no real sacrifice on my part, flipped around again, and while
pressing my lips to his, giving him the real kiss he so wanted, I
allowed myself to sink onto his small, hard, cock, enveloping it in my
ass, as he came bucking and grunting, biting my lower lip so hard it
bled and scarred up the next day. I sat, and rode my redheaded 14 year
old stead as he found a nirvana he had only theorized about in his
dirty books and the Internet pornography he failed completely to hide
from his mother.

Despite the joy of feeling his faint boy seed shot with all the vigor
of a denied boy hard and far up into my ass, well beyond the physical
reach of his immature cocklette, I denied myself release, knowing that
my young boy would need to experience both sides of his up-until now
unfulfilled lusts.

I held him for a moment as he shuddered in the aftermath of his first
real intercourse, not yet pulling my ass up off of his still spasming
boyhood, until he lay, if only for a moment, still, and panting
beneath me, the smell of the boys sweat and my own still developing
manly odors running together into a smell of gay sex he'd never be
able to get out of the room, at least, certainly not before his mother
returned. But enough worries for the future, that most fervent part of
me had other, more important demands.

I slowly pulled off of him, his little penis now smaller, as it had
gone limp. He stopped shaking, but was unable to wipe the silly ear to
ear grin off of his face. I went to tousle his longish red hair, and
kiss his freckled cheek, but before I could so much as move, he dove,
with great gusto, face first onto my cock.

In his eagerness, he didn't think, or perhaps know, to cover his teeth
properly, and sent me into the wall in reaction. I grabbed him,
pulling him off of me, and allowed him to gently approach my now
throbbing manhood, stressed to larger size than it had ever been
before or since, and watched his green eyes looking up into my blue
ones as my head was encased by his boyish lips. I swear that no
Buddhist monk in the highest Himalayas has ever shown the self-control
and restraint I mustered right then, to not shoot my manly virtue
directly into his gorgeous adolescent face, first filling his throat
and then watching
him pull off to coat his freckled cheeks with more and more of my now
immense reserve of sperm. No, I resisted, and allowed him to know what
it was to have a mans cock in his mouth.

He needed no encouragement, and although I rested my hands gently in
his now sweat soaked red hair, and gently played at the sensitive
spots behind his ears, it was all his own choosing that drove him
down, pressing his constricted throat against the head of my cock
until he came up coughing, only to catch his breath, never fully
allowing my cock out of his mouth, before he went down again,
seemingly determined to become an expert at the fine art of
deep-throating a real man.

He did not succeed that day, merely managing to get the top half of my
cock into his beautiful boyface, and eventually, I pulled him up to
me, sitting up cross legged, and picking him up, to place him again
gently on my lap, taking his lips with my own and pressing our faces
softly together as we were able to now more gently engage. I relaxed
into our mutual embrace, enjoying the feeling of his immature seed
slowly making its way out of me, for some reason completely unworried
about the telltale marks it would make on the newish carpet. My reprieve
was finally interupted by my young friends continuing need. He reached
up, taking my hand from his cheek, and leading it back down to his
once again hard little penis. Oh the joys of youth!

What he wanted was obvious. He had up until now only dreamed of
becoming a proper faggot, and I was going to handle that for him. But
I would not hurt this beautiful boy, this piece of art, now naked,
excepting his white socks, in disarray around his ankles, as he sat in
my lap, on the floor, we having slid off the bed some time before. I
laid back gently, bringing him with me, and without needing to be
told, he reached back, his gangly arms still awkward, and shaky, the
effect of the whole experience had him on a high where he felt no pain
and only joy. I felt him lead my cock to his spit wet hole, which
spasmed and jerked, eager yet hesitant to be penetrated by such a
beast.

I felt him try to lurch and caught him, gently shaking my head,

 "No baby boy, we need to be gentle. I don't want to hurt you. I don't ever
want to hurt you."

And so with me slowing him down, he lowered himself onto my cock,
enveloping me in his warm, tight, immature ass. It took time, but eventually
I had this hairless 14 year old satyr embedded on my cock, his eyes
closed and his lips held slightly apart as his whole body quivered with the
feeling. Slowly and gently he began to pulse up and down along my too
large manhood, as his sex pulsed in time with mine. I let me hands rest
on his hips, looking up at the boy who'd worked himself into a trance, and
then he rose up, and in one fell swoop, came down pushing his soft
buttocks into my hips, and then, Bless the beauty of youth,
without so much as a touch, his young cock fired off, coating my face
and chest with his boy cum, which, were the rest not enough, sent me
off firing jet after jet of my sacred sperm into his beautiful body,
to be absorbed and to forever mark him as my own.

We collapsed into each other then, and slowly passed off to a
wonderful sleep as Old Deuteronomy informs us in the background, that
a cat is a cat.


- end chapter 1. -

I would love to hear any constructive feedback. I can be contacted at
ofboysandlove@gmail.com. I have quite a few more stories to tell, and
if anyone would like to hear what has since happened to my young lover
and I, please let me know. Anything else you would care to share with
me, talk about etc, would be most welcome. :)

-- T.