Date: Sat, 6 Oct 2012 15:08:33 -0400
From: Johnny Smith <johnnytsmith96@gmail.com>
Subject: The Ice Cream Boy

This story is completely fictional. Names, characters and incidents are a
product of the author's imagination, and any resemblance to real people or
incidents is completely coincidental.

This story contains descriptions of sexual interactions. If you are
uncomfortable reading such material, or are not permitted to do so legally,
please leave this page immediately. Please read at your own risk.

And remember to always practice safe sex!

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The boy contorted his body, jerking his arms up and over his head with his
shirt tails in hand, pulling the shirt over his head with a pop.  He threw
the filthy shirt on the floor and started prying at his jeans.

"Wait just like that." I sputtered from the edge of the bed.

"What?" he said, looking up at me startled.

"I just want to look at you."

The boy was not far from me, maybe only about ten feet.  His solemn face
was staring back at me.  Perhaps I annoyed him, or maybe he was just
nervous, his face was expressionless and it was impossible to tell.  I
looked to the window and the curtain was pulled tight, so were the blinds.
We were in private.

"Sorry, I just don't want to rush it." I said apologetically.

He stared back stone-faced.

"Come a little closer so I can look at you."

The boy stepped forward so he was only a few feet from me.  His body was a
mishmash.  He had been caught up in the machine of change and his young
figure was a gangly collection of bits, an amalgam of different shapes and
sizes that belonged to people of different ages.  His legs were robust and
had given him height and a meaty bubble butt, but they didn't match his
chest, which was slim, undefined and boyish.  His face was round and
cherubic, and except for a few reddish patches of acne, he still had the
translucent skin of a child.  This sweet face seemed comically out of sync
with his voice, a croaking, newly minted tenor.  And on his head, his bushy
black hair stood on it's ends, untamed and oily.

He looked at me, looking at him.  I was studying his slender torso, the way
his ribs pressed against the inside of his skin.  He lifted up his slender
arms and flexed his biceps causing little mounds to bow upwards.  In the
white recess of his armpits were early sprigs of dark hair, not more than a
dozen or so on each side.  They had only grown in this summer and the boy
displayed them proudly.  He wanted me to like him, and this earnestness
made him all the more irresistible.

He turned a 360 still flexing, showing me his boney body, and when he came
back around his face was blushing a bright red.  I didn't want to embarrass
him, but it was a relief to know he was human.

"You're really fucking beautiful." I whispered to him, willing him to
relax.

He hung his head down, avoiding eye contact, but he could see the bulge in
my jeans and he knew he was turning me on.

"Do you want me to take off my pants too?" he asked, barely audible.

"Yeah, that would be nice."

He leaned against the faux antique dresser, put one foot in front of the
other, and pried off his shoes, too lazy to bend over and untie them.  His
jeans were hand-me-downs and still too big for him, but he had cinched them
around his waist with a leather belt.  He fingered the belt, then the
button and zipper, and pushed the jeans down onto the ground and stepped
out of the leg holes.

He stood in boxer shorts and socks, and when he looked up our eyes met.
For living in a beach town his skin oddly pale, the only tan parts were his
forearms.  It looked partly genetics, but he was a middle class kid and
summertime was the time to work and make money, not loaf on the beach.

He walked toward where I sat at the edge of the bed, and stood in between
my legs.  I reached up griping his boney hips through the shapeless boxer
shorts, and with both my hands pulled him closer.  I leaned in and kissed
his belly button.  He was salty and dirty, but underneath the grim, his
skin was fresh and new, and I could smell his youthfulness.  I slid the
boxer shorts slowly over his hips, my eyes following the waistband as it
sank deeper and deeper along his 'V'.  He had no hair on his stomach and as
I pulled the shorts down further I was beginning to wonder if he had any
pubic hair, but then it appeared, just above his penis, two dark, swirling
clusters of kinky, matted fuzz.  It was still bare in the middle, but it
would grow together in time.

I pulled the shorts down over the bump of his penis and down his legs.  His
soft dick was small, not more than about two and a half inches, with an
extra half inch of snug fitting foreskin hanging off, but it was thicker
than a boy's.  His balls were big, heavy, and well developed.

I'm not especially attracted to boys this young and my last boyfriend had
been my same age, 32.  I love a hairy chest, and I love to be fucked by a
man; these young boys are usually just eye candy, untouchables.  I had
never deliberately sought out a boy, but in a strange twist, tonight it was
the boy who pursued me.

I didn't plan on going to the beach this weekend, my friends dragged me out
of my apartment, insisting that I come out and have some fun.  We ended our
day in the village, at the ice-cream shop. A tired looking middle aged man
worked the ice cream bar with his two teenage sons.  I asked for a mint
chip and the dark haired, younger of the boys piled the sweet stuff on a
cone and handed it over, giving me a longer than usual stare.  I returned
the gaze, than left thinking nothing more about it.  My friends and I ate
our ice cream on the street and then started to wonder back to the hotel.
We were halfway back when we passed a rock band playing in an alley.

There was a little crowd gathered and I wanted to stop, but my friends were
tired, so I stayed by myself.  A vendor was selling beer and before I knew
it, a few hours had passed as I drank and chitchatted with other
weekenders.  Different bands played and as it got later, the crowd changed
from 20 and 30 year olds to teenagers.  Feeling a little drunk and very out
of place, I took this as my cue to leave.

I was buzzed and wondering the darkened village streets when I felt a foot
kick mine.  Thinking I was being mugged I turned around and shouted,

"HEY! Get back!"

Cowering away from me, the ice-cream boy croaked, "Sorry, I was just
joking."

"Don't do that again!" I growled, my heart racing.  Looking him over he
didn't seem remotely menacing, more timid than anything.  He must have
spilled a sunday down his shirt because it was covered with pink, brown and
green ice-cream stains.  His face had a sheen of sweat that glistening in
the hot summer night and a constellation of pink pimples spread across his
cheekbones.  He looked sticky.

"Didn't you like the music?" he asked.

"How did you know I was watching the music?"

"I watched you there," he confessed before catching himself and turning
away.  The boy stared at the sidewalk, embarrassed, as an awkward silence
passed between us.  I studied him, unsure of his intentions.

"Weren't you at the ice-cream shop?" I asked.

"Yeah, you ordered mint chip, I remember."

"I remember you too."

We stared at each other.  It was the knowing exchange you would expect at a
bar in Chelsea, not in this little seaside hamlet, and not with a pubescent
boy.  The sexual energy was clear and unambiguous.

"Where are your friends?  Why aren't you hanging out with them?" I asked.

He just shrugged, like he didn't know or didn't want to tell me.  Then he
asked reticently, "You're from the city aren't you?"

"Yeah."

"Where are you staying?"

"Oceanside."

"Oh, that's not far, but you're going the wrong way."

"I am?  I've only been out here a once before."

"I can show you the way."

And so we started walking together back to my hotel.

"Do you have your own room?" he asked.

"Of course."

"I've never been inside, just seen it from the outside."

"It's nice."

"I know, it's the most expensive hotel here." he said perking up.

"Want to see what the rooms look like?"

"Yeah that would be cool."

And with that we sealed the deal.  It was late, I was drunk and not myself.
A voice in my head shouted, 'Idiot, what are you doing?!' but I didn't
care.  I wasn't forcing the situation.  If the kid got weird I'd stop
things and he would go home.

But for now the boy was standing in front of me naked and I was kissing his
stomach.  His small cock had grown to a little over four inches and was
stiff as a board.  It had a sharp curve up and was pointing to my chin.  I
wanted to take it in my mouth, but the boy was gamey and I thought his
crotch could use a wash.

"How would you like to take a bath with me?" I asked.

He was unsure, "Do you want me to?"

"Yeah, I think it would be sexy."

As I ran the water we made out in the bathroom.  He was naked, but I still
had my clothes on and it took all my strength to keep me from pushing him
onto his knees, pulling out my cock and forcing it down his throat.  I
could feel he wanted it.  The boy was pawing at my cock through my jeans,
holding onto me with his dirty little hand as I pushed him against the
wall, exploring his mouth with my tongue, tasting him.

The oversized tub came with bath salts and I mixed in the lavender shampoo
giving the water a thick froth of scented purple bubbles.  When it was near
overflowing, I pulled the boy off of me and told him to climb in the water.
He stepped in the steaming brew and started to lower himself in, inch by
inch.  I pulled off my shirt, jeans and underwear, my cock jumping free
from the tight confines.

I'm no Adonis, but I take care of myself with regular trips to the gym and
a little pampering.  Perhaps I am naive, but I guessed the boy hadn't been
with many people my age before.  He stared, doe eyed, at my naked body.  I
have a nice layer of blond hair that covers my chest and a thick 'happy
trail' around my belly button.  I'm naturally pretty muscular and I keep my
waist trim with plenty of sports and exercise.  When the boy scanned my
body, his eyes froze on my cock.  I guess you could call it above average
at 8 inches long, 5.5 inches thick and straight as an arrow.  There's a lot
of extra, floppy foreskin, but when I'm stiff, the purple head pushes it's
way out like a fat, ripe summer tomato.  Between my legs, a big sack holds
a pair of husky balls.

I stepped into the tub and positioned myself behind the boy so he was in
between my legs like in a bobsled, then pulled him against me, pressing my
stiff cock and nuts against his back.  The warm, soapy water coated our
skin and lubricated our bodies as we rubbed together.  I wrapped my arms
around him and he passively tilted his head over exposing his neck to me.
I devoured him, biting his neck and kissing the salty skin of his shoulders
and back.  He was pushing against my cock and balls, feeling them against
his body, wanting them.  His hands felt up and down along my hard, hairy
legs, and I, in turn, pulled him into me, caressing his thin chest and
stomach, working my way to his young rigid cock.

We grappled back and forth in the tub, splashing water onto the floor as we
explored each other's bodies.  I pushed the boy off of me and sat up on the
edge of the tub, leaving the boy sitting in the soapy water below.  His
eyes fixated on my hard cock, which was bobbing up and down as I lathered
up a washcloth with the aromatic hotel soap and scrubed him all over his
face and shoulders.  He stood up in front me and I used the frothy
washcloth to massage the length of his young cock, gently jacking him back
and forth with the soft sudsy cloth.  The foreskin slid back and I polished
the head before moving between his legs and washing his soft hairless
balls.  After his front side was lathered up I reached further back passing
the cloth between his ass cheeks and soaping up his tender asshole.

When we were both thoroughly scrubbed clean I turned on the shower and
rinsed us off under cool water.  I'd had a boner since we'd come back to
the hotel room and my cock was starting throb.  It had been six weeks since
I had had sex, and over a week since I had jerked off.  That's unusual for
me and I was now feeling the burning need to blow my load.

We settled on the bed and made out some more before the boy sat up, took a
hold of my cock and leaned over, taking it in his mouth.  The boy's mouth
was hot and he clamped his lips around the head and began to bob up and
down.  The tight ring of his thick lips was just lightly grazing the flange
of my swollen cock, teasing it.  My cock is big and the boy struggled to
keep his mouth around it, pulling himself away every minute or so to take
breath.  But he would only need a few moments to recuperate before going
down on me again.  After enough bobbing he paused, took one more deep
breath and put his mouth around my dick again, taking it in until the tip
pressed against the opening of his throat.  Then he pushed forward and I
felt the tight wall of his throat close in around my cock as the boy took
the whole length of me down his gullet.  He held my cock deep in his throat
for a good few seconds before pulling off of me struggling to catch his
breath.

He looked back at me for approval.

"Oh my god, that was fucking awesome!" I said, encouraging him.

His face was serious and he didn't say anything more, he just went down on
me again, bobbing first, then pushing down, taking all eight inches of my
cock down his throat.  As the boy kept deep throating me, I re-positioned
him so he straddled me in a 69 position.  I pulled his young little cock
toward my mouth and swallowed him in.  He moaned with his mouth stuffed
full, as my tongue swirled around the sensitive tip of his cock.  A load of
slippery pre-cum was oozing out of him and I squeezed the shaft, milking
all of it out.  The boy's hips began to instinctively push his cock further
into my mouth pushing all the way in so his soft nut sack pressed against
my face.

I reached around him and felt the thick muscles of his ass and gripped
them, pulling him into me.  I worked my way to in between his ass cheeks to
where I could feel the wrinkled flesh of his butt hole.  The boy
repositioned himself so his spindly legs straddled my chest.  As he leaned
forward to lick my nuts, the meaty white cheeks spread open, exposing his
delicate, hairless hole.  His balls clung tightly to his body, like a tight
little basket, and his tiny pucker pulsed like it was alive.  I leaned in
and gave it a few light kisses, before devouring him.

The boy squirmed the first time I dragged the thickness of my tongue across
the clenched sphincter, but I held him down and went down on him again,
swirling my tongue around his hole, then switching directions and speeding
up the lashing.  The boy was writhing and pushing his ass back into my
face, alive with the thrill of the new sensation.  I made my tongue rigid
and pushed into him, prying the clenched edges of the rippled flesh apart
like an oyster, and he let out a girlish moan.

He kept pushing back, riding my tongue, hungry for the feeling of being
penetrated and I devoured his asshole, licking and biting at the pink
flesh.  I coated my index finger with thick saliva and pressed it against
his butt.  The boy, feeling my touch, pushed back easily swallowing my
finger inside of him.  I was knuckle deep into him and twisted my finger
around the soft, moist cradle of his insides.

It wasn't long before I had two fingers, than three up the boy's butt,
finger fucking him.  Each finger slipped in easily and the boy was eager to
push back and stretch his hole open more and more.  Despite his young age,
I could tell this was not a new sensation for him and it wasn't the first
time his ass had been explored.  The tight elastic ring flexed and expanded
as I pushed more of my hand into him, each digit opening and filing his
ass.

I was beginning to feel that desperate, primal need to fuck when my ecstasy
was interrupted by the sound of Kanye West coming from somewhere in the
room.  I tried to ignore it, but the sound seemed to be getting louder.

"What is that?" I asked.

"Sorry." the boy apologized, crawling off of me and going to the heap of
his clothes on the floor.  "It's my phone."

I cursed under my breath while the boy went to texting on his phone.  I
considered lecturing him about sex etiquette, but now wasn't the time.  I
just laid on the bed, stroked my dick and watched him, trying not to seem
too annoyed.  Then I started to panic, what if that's his parents?  It's
nearly 1am.  I shot up.

"Who are you texting with?"

"It's just my friend."

"Is everything ok?"

"Yeah, I'm spending the night at his house tonight."

"Are you going to be in trouble?"

"No, it's cool."

And then he put down the phone.  I was relieved, but still a little
nervous.  The boy rooted around his jeans again and pulled something out of
the pocket.  The room was dark and I couldn't see what it was, but I
watched him move his hand across his ass like he was wiping it and then it
struck me, he's lubing up.

I was laying on my back on the bed, holding my fat cock up, while the boy
stood over me.  He bent his knees into a squat position and lowered himself
down until the tip of my cock lightly kissed the wet seam of his butt hole.
He hesitated a moment then pushed down.  His tight ass bit down on my cock
head like a vice, fighting against it, refusing to open.  The boy grimaced
in pain, but he pushed down again, while I held my cock upright.  His ass
tightened around me again, gripping the head in a toothless mouth,
swallowing me down as the boy kept lowering himself onto me.  When he
bottomed out, my cock was fully buried in the boy's hot, silken ass.  He
was tight and his ass throttled my cock like a hungry boa constrictor.

Looking into the boy's eyes, I was reminded that he was barely more than a
child, and the dew on his cheeks told me he had endured a lot of pain to
take me.  So I rested there, waiting for his butt to open up to the
pressure.  I sat up and kissed him.  It felt amazing having my cock inside
of him, and had I let myself go, I would have shot my load right then, but
I wanted to make it last.  We kissed and our hips slowly started to move.
I reached under him feeling his smooth legs and ass, and supported his
weight.

The first movements were barely noticeable, just a shift of weight, then a
stretch.  The boy pulled away from me and lifted up, withdrawing from my
cock a few inches, then he pushed down again until his tight anal ring was
firmly wrapped around the base of my cock.  He pulled up again and slowly
started to ride my cock.  The soft insides of his ass wrapped around the
length of my stiff cock as he pulled away, and as he brought his ass back
down I pushed forward bringing our bodies together with a thud.  I laid
back down and watched the boy ride me.  His mouth was hanging open and his
eyes looked off in the distance, not focused on anything, lost in the
imagery of being lanced.

He took me deep with each fuck and as he rode my shaft up and down his ass
began to loosen up.  He picked up speed and began pounding his body into
me, hitting me hard and bouncing his butt off of my body.  I sat up again
and grabbed the boy by the shoulders, flipping him over in one quick motion
so I was now on top of him.  He looked into my eyes and he looked scared.
I wanted to be gentle with him, but I was blinded by passion and I couldn't
help but cram my cock all the way into his tiny asshole.  He let out a
scratchy adolescent squeal and I pulled back.  Then the boy grabbed my hips
and pulled me back into him.

"I want you to do it hard." he said in a pained whisper.

The boy's legs were bent and he hooked his hands onto his butt cheeks and
spread his asshole apart.  My dick was already deep in him, but I took this
as permission to really start to plow the boy.  I balanced on my elbows,
kissed the boy on the mouth, then curved my hips hitting the boy with
enough force for him to feel my nuts slapping his ass.  He moaned again,
his voice soft and feminine now.  I pulled back again then started really
fucking him, hard and steady.

I wanted to keep up the steady rhythm and work his ass out, but it had been
too long since my last fuck and I could feel my nuts contracting, the cum
building up into a giant load.  I blocked it from my mind and instead spit
into my hand and grabbed the boy's cock, jerking him as I fucked him.  The
boy was groaning now, and that young, helpless-sounding voice rang in my
ears.  It was hot, and I was going to blow at any moment, I just wanted him
to come first and I furiously jerked his little prick.  The moment I felt
the boy's ass contract, and the hot cum spit from his cock my balls let
loose.

My body froze up as the jizz blew out of my piss hole, shooting into the
boy's butt.  I grabbed his shoulders as the seizures overpowered me and my
cock contracted over and over again, blowing waves of my sperm into his
rear end, filling him up.  It lasted so long I felt like I was experiencing
a series of orgasms, not only one.  I couldn't breath, I just held on as
the waves of ecstasy radiated through my cock and nuts and out of my body.

I collapsed in a heap on top of him.  His chest was coated with the jizz he
had sprayed all over himself and our sticky bodies clung together.  His ass
was still clenched around my now sensitive cock and slowly I began to pull
it out, inch by inch.  When the bulbous head popped out through the boy's
anus, he let out a girlish, little gasp.  I looked down and my cock, still
hard, was covered with a sheen of cum.  The boy sat up, crawled over to me
and without any hesitation took my cock into his mouth.  He sucked on the
head and stroked the shaft, milking out the remnants of cum and swallowing
it.

"Clean off all the cum." I said without even thinking.

And the boy did.  He suckled on the head first, then licked the whole
length up and down, cleaning off every inch of my cock and balls.  As he
bathed me with his tongue, my cock sagged and my whole body started to feel
drained.

The boy released my cock and I kissed him sweetly as we laid side by side
on the bed.  He clung to me with his face nestled into my side as he
drifted off to sleep.  He looked so sweet I wrapped my arm around him and
held him.  I wanted him to sleep there for a long time, but I knew he had
to leave and this little escapade needed to be hastily forgotten.  I tried
to wake him, but he was tired I decided to let him rest a while.  Before I
knew it I was deep asleep too.

... to be continued.