Date: Mon, 21 Dec 2009 15:29:35 -0800 (PST)
From: Toby Boy <lads_fun@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Boy in the Chair

This is a work of fiction with descriptions of sex between adults and a
youth. If this offends you or is illegal where you are, leave now. I do not
condone this in real life or practise any of the events described. It is
fantasy.


Comments welcomed, flames ignored.
Lads_fun@yahoo.com


The boy lounged easily on the chair, one bare lithe leg propped on the seat
forming a rest for his hand and book while the other stretched along the
floor, the foot swinging. A white t-shirt rode teasingly above his shorts
to reveal a flat stomach and perfect belly-button; not yet thirteen, he was
a beautiful example of boyhood humanity. The boy put down his book and
looked up. Slate green eyes skewered John.

`How am I doing?' Paul asked, his smile melting John's heart.

`Fine, Paul. I can tell from the tone of your voice you understand the poem
and the sadness of forbidden love'.


'Yeah, it's tough to want something you can't have -- I guess.'


John felt a tingle as the boy held his gaze. The afternoon sun in bars of
light through the blinds caught a thousand dust-motes and held them captive
in the space of unspoken intent. He glanced down and along that slender leg
pointed directly towards him, the foot dancing. Paul's shorts gaped a
little at the crotch where a hint of something pink, round and soft lay
deep within its folds. John felt another electric shock -- Paul was wearing
no pants. As if reading his mind, Paul opened his legs more and John felt
his lips become dry. He licked them as he glimpsed two small round orbs
nestled there at the top of the boy's thigh.

Paul, for his part, felt his heart thump inside his chest as once again his
teacher, a man in his twenties, stared at his crotch. He let his leg sway
wider and watched John's eyes widen as he allowed him to look further up
his shorts. He had not worn any underwear today to see what would happen.
For the last four visits to John's house, Paul had noticed John devouring
him with his eyes, and his hands would linger on his back and pat his butt
more than needed. His attention had excited Paul in a way he knew was
wrong, yet his penis stood up hard in the night at the memory.- and he felt
it throb now inside his shorts. He knew John was gay. He had read nifty
stories on the net and wanted to experience what he had read. No one had
even touched him yet.

John saw the tent in Paul's shorts and swallowed. `Paul, how's your leg
today?'

`Still sore a bit, the soccer game was hard and I think I got a kick'.

It was all John needed to hear. He moved to Paul's chair and knelt
close. `Let me have a look.'

He felt Paul stiffen as he ran his hand along his leg, but Paul didn't move
to get away. Not even when he allowed his hand to massage higher, his
fingers entering the hem of his shorts.


`That ok, Paul?'

Paul's voice sounded thick and his face looked hot and flushed. `Yes,
yes... that feels ...nice, I mean, better.'

`Good. Just relax. Let me make you feel good.'

With each massage, John allowed his fingers to move up higher, deeper
inside the boy's shorts until his fingertips brushed one soft mound. He
heard Paul gasp and move his leg wider. Encouraged, John's fingers moved
that one small orb gently around, then searched for and found the second.
He was now fondling the beautiful boy's egg-like nuts gently, and his own
cock felt like it would burst. He moved his hand higher and grasped the
rock-hard boy-cock in his palm. He heard Paul sigh as he gently stroked the
hot delicate flesh.

Paul felt faint with excitement. A man's hand was moving inside his shorts
inches away from his balls and hard penis. He closed his eyes and then he
felt it; fingers, someone else's fingers, not his own, touching and moving
one ball then the other. Forbidden! He felt his cock twitch, painfully
hard, but he didn't move. The hidden hand moved higher and suddenly his
cock was held and stroked. The feelings were wild! But too soon he withdrew
his hand from his shorts and Paul opened his eyes. He watched as John's
hands moved up to Paul's waistband and pulled it slowly down and over the
small hardness throbbing there. Standing hard and flat against his stomach,
the foreskin pulled slightly back over the glistening head, Paul's
boy-cock, all four inches of it, pulsed. John let the waistband flick back
into place at the base of his cock covering his balls.

`Beautiful. And such a lovely size for one so young.' John whispered as he
placed his man's hand on the boy's cock, squeezing and testing its youthful
hardness. Paul almost fainted at the touch. He almost fainted again as John
then began to stroke his young cock up and down in slow deliberate
movements, and on the third stroke pulled his foreskin fully back to reveal
the lovely smooth helmet of the boy's cock. John pulled the waistband of
the shorts further down to reveal two tightly drawn up young balls, smooth
as silk with not a trace of hair. His hand cupped them as his left hand
came up and prized the stiff young cock up and away from Paul's stomach. He
now stroked the young cock with one hand and rolling the boy's balls in the
other. Paul moaned.

Paul gasped at the touch. The air felt cold on his cock-head as his
foreskin was peeled back, a man's hand hard around his shaft, another
rolling his balls. It was too much. He felt his balls stir.


`Oh, oh ...' Paul gasped as his cock suddenly twitched and erupted. Thin
liquid spurted onto his stomach, then again, thicker this time, and again,
and again, his body thrusting up each time as the adult hands milked him of
his boy-liquid.

John was taken by surprise as Paul erupted, the young cock pulsed, spraying
boy-juice everywhere. He quickly milked the boy, squeezing the young balls
and stroking the boy's cock, forcing out spurt after spurt that pooled
thickly into the lad's belly-button. He could hear Paul gasping at each
spurt of juice, then the boy, finally spent, lay gasping for air as John
continued to hold his softening young cock. John was careful not to touch
the sensitive young glans but continued to slowly squeeze the young cock
and gently massage the boy's balls. Very soon, the softness once again
tuned hard.

Paul was dazed. The feeling of his young cock spurting was unlike anything
he had known before. Sure he had spunked before, by himself, but these
hands that had made him come was something else, and they still held his
cock and balls. They squeezed and felt him and again he felt that
excitement, and with it, he felt his cock harden and lengthen again.  Paul
stared at the hands working him, at John studying his cock and balls
intently. Then John kissed the tip of his cock. Paul gasped. And gasped
again as John's lips opened and slid down, engulfing his boy-cock. When
John started sucking, Paul felt his hips rise, pushing his eager cock
deeper into the man's hot mouth. The heat and wetness and suction had him
writhing in pleasure. Then John sucked up his young balls along with his
cock, together into his mouth. It felt as if John was sucking his cock and
balls right off his body. Now Paul recognised that feeling boiling in his
balls but couldn't stop or delay the rush of almost painful pleasure
shooting up from his balls to pulse along the length of his cock.

John studied the young beautiful cock in his hands. It was a very good size
for such a young lad. The tip touched his belly-button, looking huge on the
boy's small body.  Smooth, straight and perfect, the head sculpted into a
perfect helmet that sat fat above the thin shaft. His young balls, rounded
and tight like eggs rolled softly in his palm. He kissed the soft tip and
let the head push open his lips as he slid down the full length of the
boy's cock. It lay hot along his tongue, smooth and throbbing. John slowly
sucked the silky length up and down and found Paul eagerly pushing into
him. John swallowed him fully then drew his young balls up and pushed them
one by one into his filled mouth. He had him all now. His tongue swirled
and tasted and pulled as Paul writhed. Too soon he felt Paul's cock pulse,
felt each wave of fresh boy spunk flow along the boy's cock onto his
tongue, as he spurted. John let each ball fall from his mouth as he
withdrew to catch the remaining spurts of sweet boy-juice splash onto his
tongue.

John stood up and looked at the boy.  Shorts around one ankle, t-shirt up
around his chest, limp and drained boy-cock lying across slender thighs
above two perfect boy-eggs. Paul turned to John and saw a tempting bulge in
his pants.  He lifted a hand and pressed it against the hardness he saw
straining inside, inches from his face. The boy's eyes were wide and still
dazed as he felt the adult cock he found there. John unfastened his pants
as the boy's hand squeezed inquisitively. He let his pants drop, his cock
tenting his underpants.

`Take them off, Paul.' John demanded.

Paul reached up and pulled the pants down over the monster hidden there. He
had never seen an adult's engorged cock before. It was easily twice his
size. It bounced before his face, in a rhythm to John's heartbeat. It
curved upward and appeared to have no foreskin, the fat mushroom-head
glistening and purple, the slit open and wet.

Paul reached up and gripped the shaft.  His fingers couldn't reach around
the hot thickness. It felt hot and soft, hard yet silky. He moved his hand
and stroked the length.  Now he placed two hands on the monster and still
the fat cock-head stood proud of his pumping young fists.

`Oh, that feels good Paul, yes, stroke my cock faster, boy.'

Paul did, as he did, he noticed the John's balls slapping around below. He
cupped them in his young hand feeling their heavy weight as he stroked the
huge adult cock before his face. John groaned as he pushed his fat cock at
the boy's face, the slender small-boy's hands gripping and pumping his
man-cock. Paul turned away, letting the hot cock brush his cheeks, but John
took his head and aimed again at the boy's lips.

`Suck it Paul, just like I sucked yours.'

The fat glistening head found Paul's lips and pushed insistently, Paul
opened his mouth and the head pushed past his teeth, filling his young
mouth. It tasted of nothing but silken heat.

`Good boy. Now suck, Paul.'

Paul sucked. The cock moved deeper, pushing out the boy's cheeks with its
massive size. John looked at the boy's face, young thirteen-year-old cheeks
flushed and bulging with adult cock, lips stretched wide over the hard
thick shaft, only half its length inside the boy, whose eyes were wide in
excitement.

The sight was too much for John and he felt himself erupt into the boy's
mouth. Paul tried to withdraw, but John held his head and pumped his spunk
into the boy's mouth.  He watched the thick white liquid overflow from the
corner of the boy's mouth as John spurted and spurted. He felt Paul gulp
and swallow as best he could each wave of sperm flooding his mouth.  Slowly
John allowed his softening cock to slip out of the boy's mouth. Paul sat
back, sperm dripping from his chin.

Paul breathed threw his nose as John's cock pushed at his cheeks and
repeatedly hit the back of his throat.  He didn't gag as John didn't force
it further down his throat, but John's hands held his head as he fucked
him, and the knowledge he was being face-fucked was a wild one. Paul tried
his best to suck this massive cock, feeling its hardness soften under his
lips as he sucked the head. His jaws ached from its width when it seemed to
expand and grow even more as he heard John moan. The next thing he felt the
salty taste of hot man-spunk splashing onto his tongue in wave after wave
as the cock in his mouth jerked and twitched. He tried to pull away,
shocked, but John held him and thrust into him harder with each
eruption. Paul swallowed and swallowed yet still he felt the spunk dribble
out the corners of his mouth.


John's cock, limp now, dangled in front of Paul's face, a drop of semen
dripped off the end. It still looked huge, as big soft as Paul was when
hard. John wiped Paul's face as he pulled him to his feet. He pulled his
t-shirt off and stroked, wiped the naked boy clean. Unbelievably, Paul was
once again standing proud and hard.

'What's this?'A man's voice suddenly asked.

Paul jumped, but John held him tight as another man walked into the
room. John was smiling.

'Hi, Steve, this is Paul, the boy I told you about?'


'So you did. A fine looking boy and good cock-sucker from what I saw.'
Steve unzipped his pants and drew out his huge, hard cock. 'Think you can
handle this one, too, boy?'

Steve took Paul's hands and placed them on his cock. They looked small on
such a monster, bigger than even John's cock by a good couple of
inches. Paul immediately started to stroke Steve's cock along the full
length using both his hands. As he did so, Steve undressed as John knelt
behind Paul, spreading the boy's legs, one hand massaging his bubble butt,
fingers sliding over his tight pucker as the other reached around to stroke
the stiff boy-cock and small balls.

Steve kicked his pants away as the boy continued to wank his massive cock
slowly, eyes glazed at the feelings he was experiencing from two adult
men. He jumped as John's tongue penetrated his virgin boy-hole, probing and
stretching while his young cock and balls were pulled and wanked even as he
hung onto the massive cock at his face. He knew what to do. He opened his
mouth and that monster cock-head slid right in. The head alone filled his
mouth as he suckled on it, one small hand rubbing the shaft, the other
fondling the big hairy balls.

Steve knelt then, taking his cock from the boy's mouth, and turned Paul
around. He pulled Paul to his chest and sat the boy onto his cock. Paul's
boy-balls hung over the thick shaft, his cock sticking up into the
air. John clasped the two cocks together and lapped at both, sucking Paul's
thin cock and then Steve's thick cock-head below as Steve pinched the boy's
nipples.  Paul writhed and squirmed in pleasure, his barely teen body
between the two men.


John pushed and squirted something cold into the boy's virgin hole. Paul
looked down to see John smear Steve's cock with something wet. He covered
Paul's cock with the same stuff, slippery and cold. Then John took hold of
Steve's cock as Steve lifted Paul higher. John held Steve's cock upright as
Steve lowered Paul onto that fat cock held in John's hand. Paul felt the
tip against his hole and knew he was about to be fucked.


He felt it press monstrously big against his hole, opening him up bit by
bit as Steve lifted Paul up and pressed him down, harder each time. Paul
could feel the fat mushroom-head compressing into an arrow opening up his
boy-hole remorselessly. He felt John start sucking on his boy-cock, hard
and fast as he was forced down onto Steve's cock. He felt the massive
cock-head pop past his ring and expand in his gut, sending a wave of pain
through his body. Steve held him tight there as John sucked harder at his
boy-cock, pulling and rolling his boy-balls to distraction. Paul whimpered
as the pain subsided in his ass and the pleasure of his cock being sucked
took over. More of Steve's cock slid in until he was filled with
man-cock. Slowly he was then fucked, lifted up and down on that huge cock
as his own was sucked. He felt his balls churn, the spunk rushing up his
young cock for the third time that afternoon, gushing into John's sucking
mouth. His ass clamped as he came and he felt Steve shudder and moan as hot
liquid erupted into his guts. Suddenly the tightness was less, slicked by
wet spunk, Steve buried the full length of his huge cock into the boy for
the first time. Paul cried out as he was speared, filled with hot erupting
cock. Steve began pumping furiously, sliding his full length deep into the
boy, from tip to balls as he finally emptied his balls of remaining sperm.


Steve's fat cock slipped out of his ass with a wet plop and he rolled
away. John quickly flipped Paul onto all fours, aimed his ridged cock at
the gaping boy-hole and slid his length in fully to the hilt. Paul gasped
as John ploughed his boy-cunt hard and fast, his balls slapping against the
boy's small nuggets and limp cock. His bubble butt bounced under the
onslaught, his boy-cock flailing limply underneath him. Steve quickly slid
underneath and captured the little boy-cock in his mouth and Paul gasped
again as his cock was suctioned back into life yet again. Paul found his
face now pushed against Steve's semi-hard cock and he took hold of it,
stuffing the fat cock-head into his small mouth as best he could as he was
hammered from behind. The cock hardened and filled his boy-mouth again just
as his own stiffened in Steve's mouth.


Now he was in deliriums of untold pleasure as his ass was being fucked long
and hard, his boy-cock was being sucked off his body and yet another fat
cock filled his mouth.  For the fourth time his young balls roiled and
churned as they bounced against the man fucking his ass, fat man-balls
slapping against his boy-balls, his boy-cock being almost sucked off his
body from the man beneath him, his huge fat cock expanding his jaws -- Paul
came and came hard. When he spurted, the cock in his ass exploded with hot
sperm while seconds later the cock-head in his mouth erupted in a flood of
cum. Exhausted, they rolled away from each other, panting and gasping.

John was the first to speak.

'Next week will be even more fun, Paul, I promise!'