Date: Tue, 29 Mar 2016 21:48:32 -0400
From: John Smith <maturetop4smooth@gmail.com>
Subject: The Furniture Circuit

The Furniture Circuit


Chapter 1 - The Reclining Chair (part 1)


Preface - Author's Note:

This story is entirely fictional...let me be clear...entirely fictional!

Any resemblance to any real people is completely coincidental.

This story takes place in a world in which non-consenting children under
the age of 18 are interested in and physically capable of having sex like
adults.  In some cases the underage individuals in this story are used for
sex without particular regard for their consent, although it is taken as a
given that they enjoy it.

This is not the real world we live in and the author in no way condones nor
encourages acts which mirror the practices described in this entirely
fictional story.  Let me repeat...this story is fiction and in no way
represents real-life activities, whether real or imagined.  However, if you
are of legal age and consenting adult...drop me a note.  Perhaps you would
like to go for a ride sometime!

I love receiving email from readers about my stories - particularly if you
enjoyed the story as much as I enjoyed writing it (and there were certainly
many a spent load in the writing of these stories!).

You can reach me at - maturetop4smooth@gmail.com

And now...



Chapter 1 - The Reclining Chair (part 1)



"Well hello!!"  the man acted surprised as he opened his front door.  "This
is a pleasant surprise.  Have you come to take another ride in my reclining
chair son?"....

"uuhhhhmmmm...well...yes sir...if that's OK with you?"

"well of course it's OK with me...and that's why I invited you back the last
time...to stop over any time you want...whenever you want!   are you on
your way from soccer practice?" The man asked as he looked over the sweaty
boy in soccer cleats and athletic shorts.

"yes sir...is that OK?"

"Well of course!  Yes...that certainly is very much OK!"

and with that quick exchange the man looked around for any witnesses to the
boy's entry into his house and then...satisfied that no one was watching
within the quiet cul-de-sac that he lived on, he  turned on his heel and
led the young boy inside and down the short hallway that lead towards the
door to the man's basement.  the man was glad (and frankly not surprised)
to see the boy come back...as he was half expecting for him to stop by
after the boy's Saturday morning soccer practice one day soon.  The man was
glad that today was that day.

"are you sure you want to try this again?  I was afraid you got scared last
time.  You seemed to jump up and leave in such a big hurry before."

"I know...i...uh-ummm...didn't know what was happening last time.  it felt
so strong and so intense.  I'm sorry about that.  I never felt anything
like that before and it kinda scared me.  But I've been thinking about
it...a lot lately!  and I've decided that I liked it and want to give it
another try..."

"and did you remember what i told you last time?  did you follow my
instructions?  did you use the bathroom just before your soccer practice
and only clean yourself lightly?"

"yes sir...I remembered..."

" that's a good boy...and when are you expected to be back home."

"well...my mom is at work and doesn't get home for a few hours.  she isn't
expecting me to be at home and so i have until then.  Is that ok?"

"Yes, yes...perfectly ok!".   Beyond OK...it was good...very good... thought
the man.

"well...i also have something here for you on your way out so don't forget
it."  the man said as he pointed to a twenty dollar bill on his hallway
table knowing that they lived in a poor part of town and the boy was from a
single family home and would always need spending money.  "and don't let
your mom find that." the last time the man had given the boy a video game
for his Xbox so the man knew to keep feeding the boy gifts because he
wanted to keep the boy coming back for more.

"i won't..." came the reply.

and with that the man turned, inserted a key into the basement door,
unlocked and opened a small hallway door/  he then led the boy down the
stairs to a dimly lit basement.  it was a steep, old staircase and once
they got to the bottom there were lots of black curtains with a bunch of
covered up furniture with half-shapes and black sheets all over the place.
The man knew this must place must have been scary and indeed he probably
scared the hell out of the boy the first time...and so he turned to look
and see how he was doing.  The boy had a focused look on his face and
seemed intent on getting to wherever he was going.  the man led the boy
over to a corner of the basement where he pulled the sheets off a specially
made, over-sized padded reclining chair with a big gap between the seat
bench and the padded reclining backrest.  There was also a small bench
behind it with a headrest tucked underneath and pointing away from what
seemed like the front of the chair.

the man said..."why don't you get comfortable, just like last time" as the
man walked around behind the reclining chair and bent over to turn on a
bright light (and a video camera at the same time) underneath as he watched
the young boy pull down his soccer shorts a little nervously...the boy
looked sheepishly at the man and then turned away with a modesty that was
cute...he was embarrassed to show the man anything...and of course not
realizing that he was showing the man exactly what he wanted to see...he
exposed to the man his slim waist and creamy smooth milk-white butt cheeks
as he bent over to take his shorts down, leaving on his shirt, shoes, and
jockstrap.  the man licked his lips as he watched the boy bend at the waist
and allowed his asscheeks to pull apart slightly, splitting open for a
half-second to give the man a quick glimpse of the boy's pinkish hairless
crack and tight little pink puckered prize as the boy leaned forward and
pulled his shorts over each foot quickly.

"now remember to leave your jock strap on...that's my favorite"....the man
said as he noticed the bulge in the athletic supporter from the hard boy
spike as the boy turned to slide onto the comfortable leather bound
reclining chair.

"I know...you told me last time!"...came the typical teenage response.  how
old was this boy?....12?...13?  he was athletic and fit for his age...but
the cherub-like appearance and milky white asscheeks made the man's cock
grow and flex in the confines of the tight jockstrap he had on underneath
his sweats.. The man guessed that the reason the boy had jumped up before
and made left in a big hurry last time was because the boy had quite
suddenly experienced a "wet orgasm", perhaps for the very first time...and
that was the first and last time the boy had visited the man and had taken
the beginnings of a ride in the reclining chair.  the man guessed that
because afterward there was a long streak of watery boy spunk on the
leather cushion after the event.  at the time the man had smiled and, not
wanting to waste anything, the man had licked up that long delicious streak
of boi-spunk and stored the taste of the boy's cream away in his memory for
the next time...which was hopefully this time...this time very soon.

and then, ...just at that moment as the man leaned forward to get in
position to lie on his back on the bench underneath the chair, the man
caught the first faint scent of the boy's fertile cunt...it was ever so
quick and ever so slight as he leaned over and bent down to get in
position...that so familiar and so desired taint...that faint seductive
smell of boy-ass taint that he was craving.  to say that it made the man
hard would be a massive understatement.  that faint sniff of boi-ass went
straight to the man's brain and fired all the important pleasure
neurons...it made the man CRAZY hard...crazy hard and crazy craving a good
long taste of smooth young ripe boi ass-pussy...and here it was soon to
present itself just for his use and pleasure.

the man quickly maneuvered himself behind and underneath the reclining
chair...lying down on the carefully placed low bench underneath like he had
done so many times before.  he knew exactly how to position himself from
experience as he turned on the video camera' and hit the "record" button
knowing that the cameras and lights were positioned perfectly to capture
everything he wanted to have recorded...from two different angles. the man
was carefully positioned and knew that the next 45 minutes would be
recorded and would become one of his prized possessions...the recording of a
young boy giving up his virginal boi-pussy to an ass hungry man mouth for
the first of hopefully many times (ok...technically this would be the
second time...but the first time was super-quick and this would be the
first time the boy didn't have to worry much about things such as what the
man was doing or the bright light emanating from underneath the gap between
the seat the the back of the leather-bound reclining chair).  this time the
boy knew exactly what the man was up to (well...almost)....and the boy had
come back specifically for more of it.  so the man decided that today was
the boy's "initiation" and that today he would take his time in order to
make the boy think about this in the future...think about it and crave
it...and come back for more.

and the boy knew that the man was getting locked in and ready for him...and
so after the many long nights fantasizing about what the man was about to
do...the boy decided he was ready and that he wanted to show off a little
bit for the man before he settled in.

the man watched intently as the boy adjusted his jockstrap, pulling the
pouch and thin straps covering his pert buttocks this way and that... and
then the man watched as the boy finally climbed up and sat down in the
cushioned reclining chair.  once there, the boy knew that there was a big
gap between the cushioned seat and the cushioned reclining backrest and the
boy knew that it was there and what it was there for.  he also knew he
could fit his small, slim athletic body perfectly into that gap.  the man
had taught the boy about the gap and what the boy could do with it the last
time he visited...and that he should just climb on up and sit down in the
large gap between the cushions on the seat and the cushions on the
backrest...letting his legs hold onto the seat rest, allowing him to slowly
lower his waist so that his smooth bubblebutt sat deeper into the
gap...making his smooth bubblebutt go lower to hover over the man's
face...and most importantly...allow his milky cheeks pull apart.  as the
boy prepared himself in the gap it gave the man (and the video) a brief
glimpse and, most importantly for the man...a brief smell of the boy's
crack.  all this adjusting allowed the boy to slide his slim naked butt and
push it through the gap to rest mere inches from the man's ready and
waiting face.

the man watched as the boy wriggled and moved himself into position in the
gap of the reclining chair, and then the man leaned forward and inhaled
deeply through his nose as he caught a full and meaningful whiff of the
sharp intoxicating scent that he had been craving for the past week or
so...that mind-blowing sour tangy musky scent of fresh, ripe young boy ass.
 it was a scent the man had been craving ever since the last occupant of
the reclining chair had taken a ride for the man a few weeks ago and the
man moaned slightly at the memory.  the man reached down and pulled his
sweatpants down and freed his steely hard 8 inch boi-hole-prober from the
confines of his sweatpants and jockstrap and gave it a few strokes.

he boy was tentative at first, purposively wriggling and holding his ass up
a little high in the crack, knowing and anticipating the reason that the
man had asked him to come back for a reclining chair ride again...and he
anticipated what was to come next.  undeterred, and not knowing how much
pleasure even the mere sight and smells of his young boy buttcheeks were
giving the man...the boy settled into the padded split seat and wedged
himself deeper into the large, roughly 12 inch, purpose built gap of the
reclining seat...positioning his smooth, alabaster-white buttocks lower
into the gap between the seat and the backrest so that it hung down
perfectly for the man below.

the man decided he needed to show the boy who was in charge...and he took
the initiative and a slower teasing started.  he could now readily smell
the dark mustiness of his prize as the boy's ripe ass-scent filled the
small space under the chair like a burning incense..inhaling deeply through
his nose, the man experienced the boy's ass-scent like an ice pick to his
brain...and he felt a jolt of electricity that connected directly to his
cock as it jumped and twitched and started profusely drooling thick pre-cum
man nectar.  the ripe musky scent of the boy's pussy inflamed the man's
brain...making him at this moment in time the man crazy for...what
else...ripe juicy boy pussy.  inhaling the tantalizing musk/musty scent
made the man's eyes roll back deep into his head...as well as it made his
cock jump and twitch and leak copious amounts of thick pre-cum from the
dilated slit of his cockhead.

the man moaned knowingly as he peeled back the thick foreskin from his very
large, very fat, very wet man-sized uncut cock head.  he was quite proud of
that fat plum-sized cockhead as it had opened up many a boi-hole.  That fat
head combined with a  nice long slim 8 inch boy-hole probing shaft made for
a perfect cock for this purpose...and it had opened up many of young boy's
virgin ass-rings in it's time.  the man hoped to use it soon with this boy,
but not today...and probably not the next time as the man needed to show
restraint and since it was way too soon yet with this boy...but all in good
time...all in good time with this one because he was special...and the man
knew that the boy would soon be craving man-cock and he wanted to prepare
the boy properly for that time.

the man started this session in earnest by placing his nose directly below
and between the boy's tightly compacted, tightly pulled-tight up asscheeks.
 sniffing and rubbing his face lightly between the boy's smooth ass mounds,
the man signaled his interest in what lay hidden there.  the man inhaled
deeply again through his nose, inhaling the dark pungent scent of the boy's
crack and the man knew he was gonna cum soon without even touching
himself...and it was that obvious, and that inevitable.   the boy's
muscular white asscheeks were still clamped purposefully together but the
man knew that that wouldn't last long...and he knew and craved the
delicious prize that await between those smooth cheeks.   the boy was
fair-skinned, and his bubblebutt asscheeks were lily-white...and the man
took a quick swipe of the boy's crack with his tongue as a test and to get
a quick taste of the tangy sweaty mustiness of the boy's crack.   the man
knew what tight pink deliciousness lay between those soft mounds of white
flesh, but he didn't want to reveal his over-eagerness just yet...and of
course he also wanted the boy to NEED it first!

the man got out some poppers and wet the tip of a washcloth with them and
then inhaled the vapors through his nose.  he then leaned his head forward
and inhaled further and more deeply again through his nose...this time
savoring the earthy musty aroma of the boy's just-from-the-soccer-field
ripe asscrack.  the man couldn't decide which scent was more powerful or
intoxicating for him...the poppers or the boy-ass.   the man decided that he
would congratulate the soccer coach for his strenuous work-outs the next
time he saw him.  the coach needed to know what a great product he
produced.

The rich pungent smells of the boy's ass now filled the small space under
the reclining chair and it supercharged the man's desires for boy
pussy...he was like an alpha male wolf in heat and he needed a hole to use
for his gratification.

But today was only a warm-up...and the man was only just getting started.


To be continued...


I'm working on additional chapters to "The Furniture Circuit"

Here are the chapters in development:

Chapter 2 - The Reclining Chair (part 2)

Chapter 3 - The Rope-Ladder Sling Chair

Chapter 4 - The Restraining Bench

Chapter 5 - The Railing

and more...

Let me know which one you might like to see released next (and I might
re-order the chapters!).

You can reach me at - maturetop4smooth@gmail.com