Date: Fri, 9 Feb 2007 07:39:17 -0800 (PST)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Shed

As with all of my stories there isn't a shred of truth to this. It's all
fiction comming from an overly active imagineation. it depicts sex between
boys as well as a boy and man. It this is a problem for you, please find
something else to occupy your time. Otherwise, N-joi

hugs,Tag_m


It was a storage shed first and foremost and, as I had discovered, a
makeshift playground secondarily. About the size of a small bedroom, it
shared a side wall and head wall with the workshop which was part of the
three car garage attached to my rambling two story county home. The other
two walls were floor to ceiling cupboards and of course the last held the
door way which was large enough to get the riding mower through. The shed
was fully insulated and had a forty watt bulb for light. The two walls
sharing my workshop was made up of panels of peg board and were used for
hanging or holding the various tools and implements needed to maintain the
acre of lawn, gardens, and decorative pools on my property. The peg board
was nailed to 2x4 studs so that the panels didn't lay flat against the wall
in order to give room behind the boards for the aluminum hooks and other
hardware that was used to hold the tools.

A similar arrangement made up the two adjoining walls in my workshop but
there was one big difference. The peg board had been put up in fourteen
inches squares placed a fraction of an inch from each other. In the center
of each adjoining wall was a square that, totally undetectable, could open
and allow a person to see into the shed from my workshop. Peering between
the narrow cracks between the sheets of peg board in the shed as well as
through the holes themselves, one got a clear view of the entire storage
area from either wall.

I had discovered one of the squares, mostly by accident because of my eye
for detail, about two months after I'd purchased the three acre
property. Curiosity prompted me to look on the other wall and sure enough I
found the second opening square. The doors moved by way of pins hidden on
the back side and set into the wood framing so that they moved in complete
silence. For whatever reason, the openings were used to monitor the storage
shed and it was by complete accident that I discovered the probable answer.

First of all though I should explain that like me, Gabe, the man I'd
purchased the property from, was a gay man although totally unlike me, he
was quite effeminate and rather passive. In passing he'd made mention of
the cute young men who had taken care of the yard for him and gave me the
name of number of his lawn service in the off chance that I'd need
them. He'd also said that the home contained a few interesting little
secrets and when I queried him he simply said that if I looked I'd find
them.

Secondly, I had found the house through a couple that I'd been friends with
for years. Frank and Elizabeth had moved to a house next to mine five or
six years prior, deciding that the country atmosphere was where they wanted
to raise their kids, Patrick, Sean, and Sarah. I had visited them there on
numerous occasions, often touting the beauty and seclusion of their
home. When my house became available I'd snapped it up and almost
immediately I'd hired the then twelve year old Pat to do my yard work and
help out with other chores around the property. Needless to say getting to
use the riding mower had been a huge incentive and I allowed the boy to use
it to mow his own family's large expanse of lawn.

The kids' parents were both attractive people so it wasn't any surprise
that the kids were all cute as hell. Medium brown to dark hair, clear
complexions on angelic faces, they were all three well proportioned. Well
mostly. Pat was a slender five foot six, his hair was ear lobe length with
an eyebrow length bang that stopped just above his large, open eyes, whose
iris's were an interesting gray that seemed at times to have golden flecks
in them. Thick brows and lashes helped draw attention to them without
detracting from his other features; slightly red lips that covered
orthodontist straight crystal white teeth; and a somewhat narrow chin. As
with his siblings, Patrick was more than pleasing to look at and I had done
more than a fair amount of looking as the boy grew up and as he worked
around my place.

So, I was in the workshop futsing around when I heard the mower approach,
stop and go into idle mode, the door to the shed open and the mower driven
inside and shut off. There was silence for a good minute or so then I heard
the shed door close but I also heard footsteps still inside.  I was curious
as to why Pat was still in the shed with the door closed so went to one of
my little doors and opened it. I had plenty of light in order see.

Because there were no windows in the shed, the overhead light went on
automatically when the shed door was opened and remained on for thirty
minutes before shutting itself off. It was just a little convenience.  So,
looking through the crack in the sheets of pegboard as well as some of the
holes I watched, a little bit shocked, as the slender thirteen year old
began rubbing at the front of the shorts he was wearing. He then peeled his
t-shirt off and draped it on the seat of the riding mower then unbuttoned
and unzipped the tan cargo shorts and let them fall from his narrow hips to
a puddle around his ankles where he stepped out of them. His hard cock was
plainly visible, bulging out against the fabric of his white cotton briefs
and while I was a little surprised at how large Pat appeared to be I
shouldn't have been.  I'd seen his father plenty of times in gym class when
we were fifteen or so and Frank had been the best endowed boy there earning
him the nickname Dong. I hadn't been small myself so a sort of boyhood
camaraderie had formed between us but I would be another story.

Pat shoved both hands down the front of his filled out underwear and seemed
to cup and fond his balls a moment before one hand moved upward and grasped
a hold of his rigid penis and stroked a time or two, his head thrown back
as he reveled in the feelings of teenage self love. He spread his arms to
the sides of his briefs then watched himself as he slowly maneuvered the
fabric down, exposing his boyhood pride and joy and it appeared that the
slender sandy haired youth had plenty to be proud of. Once the waistband
cleared his cock head he moved his hands farther back and rubbed a little
on his butt. Again the hands separated and while one fondled the butt cheek
the other went back around to the hip and continued to move the underwear
down exposing inch by inch of him until the shaft started to move outward,
away from his flat belly. Then both hands were used to lower the garment so
that his young cock didn't spring forward uncontrolled. It was almost as
though the boy were putting on a show for me although I couldn't imagine
being so fucking lucky.

Finally Pat got the underwear below his balls then put his hands behind his
back and thrust his slender hips forward as if to make what looked like
about seven or more inches of stiff boy cock look even longer. He wrapped
his hands around the shaft and slid them to the base of his cock and
pushed, his palms flattening the small patch of dark brown hair that was
growing there as well as pulling the skin of his cock tight. He then pulled
his hips back until about half of his cock was sticking out then moved
forward thus starting the ages old boy trick, fucking his hands. I watched,
mesmerized as Pat bent slightly at the knees to add a good undulating
movement to the act, his head alternating between being thrown back and
hanging forward.

I reached down as I watched him and managed to get my shorts and underwear
down enough to pull out nine and three quarters inches of thick, stone hard
meat. I slowly stroked myself as I watched the boy go through the same
motions that I, and most likely every other boy on the planet, had gone
through in those early years of puberty. He finally put a hand under his
balls, a nice sized pair of eggs in what looked like a hairless sac, and
gently squeezed them while the other hand took over the main function of
jacking the boy off. Then, as with most boys that age, he squirted.  I
could tell that he was still inexperienced enough to read the signals of an
impending orgasm for, as I watched, he opened his eyes and watched just a
millisecond before his cock head spit out the sweet white honey of his
teenage nuts.

"Oooh fuuuuck," I could hear him moan quietly as his young cock spurted
four times, the white globs being lobbed out to land on the wood floor,
before his dick slowed to a fast oozing motion, sliding down the underside
of his cock head and across his knuckles. I felt my own impending orgasm
and jacked more rapidly, stifling my own groan as I fired out some eight or
so volleys of sperm, leaving gashes of white on the solid wall below the
pegboard.

Pat continued to milk his dick a little then stepped backwards and leaned
against the cupboards, one hand at his side and the other still slowly
loving himself before relaxing that hand as well. I watched as the
afterglow of both our spermings subsided, my mind all a wonder. I wondered
how long the young teen had been jacking off in my shed. I wondered if he'd
played in there with one of the other boys that sometimes helped him around
my yard or just hung out with him there. Pat was wont to just hang around
my house sometimes, enjoying a quiet and privacy that he probably couldn't
get at home. I wondered if he'd played with his siblings there as well,
imagining him sliding that big cock up inside Sean's ten year old ass or
Sarah's tight little eight year old little cunt. I wondered how often the
boy used my shed for his sexual experiences and I wondered how I could
somehow rig it so that I would know when he was out there. Lastly I
wondered if the boy would be open to my watching him or even my joining him
either alone or with any of his playmates, that is if he had playmates.

I had a great deal to think about and as I watched young Pat get dressed
and leave the shed my first thoughts were how to tackle the problem of
knowing when someone was in the shed. It proved to be quit simple. I called
one of my clients, a guy who owned a small chain of electronics stores that
specialized in custom built electronic gadgetry, one of whose specialties
was security devices for almost anything and everything. All it took was to
place a thin metal tab on each side of one of the door hinges with a hot
wire running to a small receiver sender unit in my workshop which in turn
sent the signal to a small portable receiver the size of a pager. I could
set the signal at my end to for sound or vibrate, along with a blinking red
light. A small green light indicated when the door was closed, which
supposedly was all the time. I'd been insistent with Pat that the doors be
closed to prevent various rodents and other smaller wildlife from getting
in. Anyway, the thing had a range that covered anywhere on my
property. When it went off I could race to my workshop and see what was
going on whether it was benign or action filled.

The beauty of my situation was that I worked from home about 90% of the
time. In college I'd gotten double master's degrees in business psychology
and human resources which included becoming a certified EAP counselor as
well as a trainer in a variety of areas that many social service oriented
and non-profit organizations needed. Among those were first aid, CPR,
HIV/AIDS, airborne pathogens, OSHA regs as well as a variety of
anger/violent behavior prevention and management programs. I was also a
specialist at RFP contracts and was a top-notch grant writer. I charged a
princely sum and had clients from all over the country. When I traveled it
was always first class. It was a great position to be in at the ripe old
age of thirty five.

So it was that within forty eight hours of my experience with young Patrick
my alarm system was in and working and two days after that I got my first
bite. It turned out to be nothing, Pat only going about some of his
gardening chores for me.

The next time that Pat came over the weather was extremely hot and the boy
was dressed only in loose fitting sport shorts and Teva sandals. I offered
him a Thomas Kemper root beer and as he drank it I drank in him. Pat
carried a hundred and twenty pounds on a five foot six inch frame. He had
always been an active boy, had been into one sport or another since he
could walk almost so his body was nicely developed. Well tanned due to the
summer sun, his chest was well defined, the separation by his chest bone
and the crease under his pecs creating a frame for the chest muscles. Pat's
belly was flat and taut, the separate muscle lines already creating a six
pack. His legs looked fairly smooth, barely a smattering of hairs beginning
to grow and once, when he stretched, I could see that his underarms were
still smooth and hair free.

We were sitting in the shade on the deck at the back of the house, Pat on
the top step with his legs stretched out to their full length, heels
resting three steps down. I had stepped down onto the lawn to pick up
something that had caught my eye but that had turned out to be nothing and
when I turned back to face the deck, Pat had lay back on the deck and put
his feet flat on the second step down from where his butt was perched. The
loose legs of the sport shorts hung a good five or six inches below his leg
which provided a view clear up to his balls, and I do mean his balls. The
boy was going commando, he had no underwear on. His legs were somewhat
splayed open and I could easily see his cock, the head of which was resting
softly in the loose folds of skin between his low hanging sperm makers. The
kid looked delicious.

"See something you like Stevie?" Pat asked, calling me by the nickname that
he'd started calling me when he was about six. He hadn't moved his head so
I didn't know how he knew I was looking, unless of course he'd planned to
flash me. That I was gay was no secret to Pat or anyone else in his family
and Pat had felt comfortable enough with me to ask plenty of questions
about it all since he was about ten or eleven.

"From what little I see Patrick." I retorted. Like most boys Pat thought of
himself as being pretty quick on his feet. I burned him four out of five
interactions.

"Not so little Stevie. Perhaps one day I'll have to prove it to you," he
quipped.

"I'll wait with bated breath," I shot back.

"I know you like boys Stevie, you want me so you'll wait for me," he said
with a chuckle. We had covered the boy topic before and while it was true
that I adored boys I didn't tell Pat that; it was a stereotype that he laid
on me hoping to get a rise out of me as he knew that I hated stereotypes.

"By the time you make up your mind you won't be a boy anymore Patricka," I
said, affecting the nickname that I'd given him. He finally sat up and in
doing so leaned way forward to look up the leg of his shorts to see just
what, if anything, I'd seen.

"I forgot to wear underwear," he said, sitting upright with his arms
resting on his thighs.

"That's pretty clear, not that I'm complaining you understand," I said.

"Didn't think you would," he fired back then we both laughed. I walked up
two steps and held out my hand to him. He grasped on and I pulled the boy
to his feet then he fell into me with great theatricality. I felt his cock
as he pressed it against my upper thigh and my hand went reflectively to
his narrow little butt as if to support him.

"I knew you liked me," he said softly. I smiled at him.

"Much as I might enjoy holding you Pat, that pond isn't gonna clean
itself." I let go and backed away as he smiled at me then bent and picked
up his soda bottle, set it on the balcony and headed off to the shed for
the tools needed to complete that afternoon's job. I watched in admiration
as he walked away from me, my eyes focused on his ass.

"I could eat myself sick on that," I thought to myself. Pat was a fine
specimen of boyhood. Not quite drop dead cute but not far from it. His face
was as smooth as they came and blemish free, although he had a fair amount
of freckles on his nose and onto his inner cheeks and a little bit of
natural redness on the face of cheekbones. His parents had gotten him into
braces about six months earlier and in my opinion they made him look all
the more cute. His brow and lash color matched his short sandy colored hair
and since the week before I knew that the tail matched the mane.

"I'll be in my office if you need me Pat," I called out after him and he
raised his hand in the air in acknowledgement. An hour and a half later my
receiver vibrated so I hustled out to my work shop. I popped the door on
the wall that the pond cleaning tools weren't located. I saw Pat from
behind as he finished putting some chemicals onto the cupboard shelf and
closed the door then went to the shed door and closed it. As he returned to
the front part of room the boy was rubbing at the front of his shorts,
using his palm and pushing downward along his cock. He finally kept both
hands out of the way as he looked down at his handiwork, the protruding
fabric of the leg of his shorts.

He then pulled the leg up exposing his hardening young cock and we both
watched as the tube grew and the swelling head went from looking at the
lawn mower to looking at the ceiling.  Once his boyhood pride and joy
reached its zenith its owner took hold of it and began slowly jacking
himself off. He pulled the fabric of the leg back out of the way and I
could tell that he was pulling up into his ass crack, as much for the
feelings as to keep the cloth in check. The move gave me a full of his
smooth balls as they rose and fell with the motion on his cock.

Apparently, as with most boys, the need to be fully naked took over and Pat
stopped everything to take the shorts off and stand, hands on his hips and
looking down with obvious pride at the pole jutting out from the apex of
his hips. He was beautiful, of that there was no doubt. My own cock
throbbed and my heart ached at the sight of him. God I wanted to be in
there, on my knees paying homage to the boy, swallowing his stiff flesh and
bringing him pleasures that I was sure he'd only dreamed of. Then I got the
big surprise, not that it should have been as I'd done it myself as a
teen. Pat bent over and using a thigh for leverage, pulled his head to his
cock then took the head inside his mouth and suckled himself for a good
fifteen seconds.

We he came up for air Pat inhaled deeply, rubbing his butt and dipping his
knees then standing straight up repeatedly as jacked his big stiff cock
furiously. The butt hand moved to the front, the fingers pressing at his
belly as they moved lower into his pubic hair. The hand kept moving and the
thumb hooked itself at the base of fat boy cock while the fingers kept a
movin and ended up cupping his smooth balls. All the while I could see Pat
talking to himself and I was dying to hear what he was saying.  By now my
own rock hard cock had been set free and had gotten the full attention of
my left hand that the insistent organ demanded.

Pat's left hand fully cupped his young balls and tugged on them, almost
viscously I thought, then moved back north where the thumb re-hooked itself
at the base of his cock. The fingers wrapped around it and he pushed down,
pulling his cock skin tight. His right hand slid up and down over the red
swollen head about five times.

The expression on Pat's face as he creamed out had to be the classic
expression of teenage boys the world over for thousands, perhaps millions
of years. He stared at his cock with a mixture of wonder, of exquisite
pain, of the most incredible feelings in the world as the life producing
fluids of his teenage balls blasted up through seven plus inches of rigid
cock then out into the world. I felt my own balls roiling at the sight of
Pat's adolescent sperm shooting out of his cock head and arching through
the air at least three feet and splattering onto the floor of the shed. I
heard him speak fairly clearly as he came, and I can't say whether it
hindered or helped my own orgasm, but I was shocked.

"Oooh fuuuuck Stevie," he moaned, "Oh fuck oh fuck." I was glad that the
bottom half of the shop walls were painted in enamel instead of latex. My
cum didn't stain or otherwise mar the paint and it was easier to clean
up. Aside from that I was totally blown away at hearing cute young Patrick,
a boy I'd known all of his life and jacked off thinking about on more than
one occasion, calling out my name as he squirted his cum out into the
world. It certainly seemed to answer the question that I'd had a few days
before, an answer that I'd dreamed of yet never dared to hope for.

My stroke slowed to a loving post sperm out stroke while in front of me Pat
simply let go of his cock and watched it pulse with each beat of his young
heart and his sperm seep out then hang like a long loogey toward the
floor. He stood there panting like a marathon runner for a few minutes
before wiping the residue of cum from his cock and flipping it out onto the
floor. Once satisfied that that he was fairly clean he waited a little bit
while his dick returned to its default state then donned his sport
shorts. I had cleaned myself off as well and was tucked away and headed for
my office before the boy reached the shed door. All the while I was
thinking about how I could manage to engage the boy, or at least let him
know that I was approachable and interested.  I supposed I could flash him
in a manner similar to what he'd done to me but that too seemed to
stereotypical for my taste. I decided to wait; an opportunity of some sort
would eventually present itself. It did.

About four days later I was in the wooded area of the property, not far
from my pond. I liked to walk out there, or sit on one of the benches
carved out of cedar logs and meditate. I'd gotten up to piss and was
standing behind one of the huge fir trees that make up the forested
acreage, my cargo shorts and boxer briefs pushed down below my balls. Like
most guys I enjoy the freedom of just letting it hang there and allowing
the piss to flow out on its own accord.

"Nice fucking cock Stevie," I heard a voice say about half way through my
discharge. It's funny how we respond in that sort of situation. Sometimes
we jerk in the opposite direction, often getting pee all over ourselves, or
shut off the flow and attempt to cover up. Some times we just stand there
looking stupid and other times we cut off the flow and quickly tuck back
in. I chose the latter.

"Shit Pat I didn't hear you coming through the woods," I said as I slipped
my shorts back up.

"I see that," he said, adding, "don't stop because of me Stevie." He had
moved up to within five feet of me. "Besides, I gotta piss too." With that
the cute young teen pulled his sport shorts down and let his young cock
hang out over the elastic waistband, not bothering to hide or otherwise
cover himself up. "Go ahead, finish your piss Stevie," he said as his own
thick stream began soaking the ground at the base of the tree. I had wanted
this opportunity and now that it was there I was feeling a little bit self
conscious about.

"Wassa matter Stevie, you a shy boy?" Pat said with a chuckle. Clearly the
challenge was in the air.  I slipped the elastic waistband back down and
hung my cock back out in the warm summer air and worked at forcing myself
to pee.

"Nothing to be ashamed of there," the boy said, looking down at my
cock. "Almost as big as my dad's." I raised my eyebrow and he said that
they had showered together in the community campgrounds when they went
camping. "I hope my gets as big as his," he added then slipped his hand
underneath the thick tube and squeezed it a little bit.

"Judging from that," I said nodding at his beautiful young cock, "I'm sure
you have some more growth in you." He smiled then squeezed his cock a
couple of times, milking the last remaining droplets of liquid out the
pulled his shorts back into place then watched as I went through the same
process. So, another step closer.

"To what?" I thought to myself, "sex with the boy? And what might that
entail exactly?"

Nothing else of importance happened over the next week. I watched Pat jack
off once and that episode was no different than the other's, the young teen
stripping his clothes off and lovingly stroking himself until he came,
squirting a couple of jets of sperm out onto the floor while the rest
mostly just cleared the end of his swollen cock head and dropped to the
floor. I hadn't considered it for some reason but that time I was very
cognizant of the amount of cum the boy made. Again, I shouldn't have been
too surprised. At fifteen his father had generally made a great deal of
liquid too, generally managing seven or eight full jets of cream before he
graduated to the oozing stage.

About four days after that we experienced an unusual summer wind storm
which broke a great many smaller branches from the large Fir's, Cedars, and
other trees on my property, and an equal amount of larger but dead
branches. Pat had known me and been working with me for enough time to know
that I'd want and need him to do the cleanup so I wasn't surprised when he
came knocking on my door about mid morning the next day. I was surprised
however at the cute young god with him whom he introduced to me as Daniel.

A contrast to Pat, the boy was as blonde as they come, his platinum hair
worn short and a little spiky. His skin was like porcelain; his blue eyes,
large and inquisitive, were framed by thick medium brown brows and long
luxurious lashes. Daniel smiled shyly up at me as he shook my hand, his
white teeth a nice contrast to full pink lips and when he spoke his voice
was a sweet melodic sound. I had never been particularly attracted to
preteen boys before but I felt my heart sort of leap a little bit as I
gazed at the young boy and by young I mean somewhere in the nine to eleven
year old range.

I wondered, then hoped, that Patrick would spend some time with the
adorable young thing in the shed and not out in the wooded property. Of
course I was assuming that Pat was going to play with the boy when in fact,
it really was only a hope. I'd never ever had any suspicions that my cute
young neighbor boy harbored any desires to play with other boys.

I walked with them out into the wooded area of the property and I looked
appreciatively at Daniel's slender, young boy's butt as he walked. He was
wearing tan colored shorts, the legs of which were short enough that, when
he sat down to tie a shoe I could easily see the elastic leg band of his
white briefs. When I looked away I caught Pat watching me and I wasn't sure
but I thought there was the barest hint of a smile that was being held in
check. We talked briefly about what needed to be done and I left the boys,
reluctantly, to go about their chore while I went back to the house to
attend to mine.

An hour later the shed door was opened and since I'd been in my shop
already, I simply opened the little door closest to me.

"Are you sure this is okay Patrick," Daniel asked as the two boys stopped
behind the mower, and Pat assured the boy that it was. "But what if he
comes in and catches us?"

"Trust me Daniel, he won't come in and even if he did he wouldn't say
anything." The cute little boy seemed to think about that a moment then
said okay. Facing each other the two boys pulled their shorts down together
then pulled their t-shirts up out of the way, fully exposing their genitals
to each other. Patrick was almost full on hard, probably in anticipation of
the event.

"Gosh Pat your wiener is so big." Indeed it was compared to Daniel's young
boy's cock still hanging in its default state. Of course the boy was smooth
as a billiard ball and his dick rested against the smooth bag of marble
sized balls that seemed to hang ever so slightly.

"It's called a cock or a dick Daniel," Pat gently told him. "Only little
boys call it a wiener. You can touch it if you want." Daniel reached out
and took hold of Patrick's stone hard thirteen year old cock and squeezed
it.

"Gosh it's so hard, harder than mine gets." It probably wasn't but the boy
seemed to think so. He then cupped Pat's balls, the bag of nuts filling the
boy's smaller hand. Daniel's cock was rising rapidly and Pat reached down
and took hold of it, gently stroking it. The younger boy almost sighed at
the feelings that were undoubtedly tearing through his compact little body.

"Let's take our clothes off Pat," the boy finally said. They both let go of
each other and shoved the clothing to the floor and stepped out of them
then peeled t-shirts off and stood fully naked facing each other
again. Daniel's body was tight for a boy his age, his little tummy arching
out slightly and not yet flat like he would be in a few years. His pubic
bone was nicely defined however, highlighted of course by a now fully hard
four plus inch cocklet which I thought to be a little big for a boy his
age. The boys went right back to feeling each other up for a moment or two
before Pat spoke.

"You want me to suck your cock Daniel? You'll like it I promise?" The
little boy nodded his head.

"I know how it feels, my cousin sucks on me all the time. I really like
it." Pat didn't need any further invitation but dropped to his knees in
front of boy and took hold of his rampant little cock. Holding the pale,
blue veined boycock with thumb and fingers the older boy leaned forward and
licked the sensitive underside of the head before simply closing his mouth
over the entire works. It looked like Daniel's eyes almost rolled to the
back of his head as Pat bobbed his head to and fro on the little boy's hard
cock, the teenager holding onto Daniel's naked little butt and encouraging
the lad to fuck his mouth. Apparently Daniel didn't need a great deal of
encouragement for he put his hand on Pat's head and moved his slender
little hips.

"It's starting to tickle Pat," the cute little boy moaned then pulled his
cock away from Patrick's greedy mouth. "I want to try to suck on yours
Pat," he declared.  Pat stood up, his large prick bobbing in front of his
slender body. Daniel didn't waste a second but took hold the stiffened
shaft, his small hand barely able to reach all the way around the thick
meat, and lowered his head. The boy didn't spend any time playing lollipop
with it but simply opened wide and placed his mouth over the swollen head.

It was hot as hell to watch the adorable cute young boy eagerly sucking on
Patrick's big cock. To top it off he seemed to know what he was doing,
slowly stroking the Pat's rigid flesh as he moved his head back and
forth. The boy couldn't take much of Pat into his small mouth but he
certainly made up for it in enthusiasm. Pat must have felt so too.

"Oh yeah Daniel, fuck that feels good," he groaned, "Oh man you're gonna
make me cum really quick." The words were no sooner out of the thirteen
year olds mouth when he stiffened, gasped, then held onto Daniel's pretty
blonde head and began fucking the little boy's mouth.

To his credit Daniel didn't move, at first. The little boys' eyes opened
wide as the nectar from Pat's balls shot into his mouth. He swallowed but
the spurting hose must have been too much for him for he pulled his head
back and off of Pat's stone hard cock. Pat didn't waste a second,
immediately grabbing onto his cock and jacking off causing the last jet of
sperm to hit Daniel on his upper lip and hang slightly. From then on the
white goo simply oozed out of his slit in globs and ran down over his
knuckles as he continued to work at prolonging the ecstasy, his balls
jumping as he loved himself. Daniel had opted to wipe the viscous liquid
from his face and flick it off to the side, then wipe his finger on the
shorts he was kneeling on.

"That sperm stuff doesn't taste all that bad," Daniel said as Pat slowed
his stroke, his flat belly heaving as he breathed. He finally leg go of his
cock and Daniel immediately took over again, stroking the older boy as if
to make the wonder of life happen again.

"Sorry I came in your mouth Daniel. I wasn't planning that, it just sorta
happened," Patrick told the boy.

"It's okay Pat, I don't mind. My cousin has been wanting me to drink his
sperms but I been telling him no but I sorta have wanted to try it."

"That's cool," Pat responded. "Want me to make you cum now?" he
asked. Daniel nodded his pretty little head, a smile breaking out on his
beautiful face. Pat wiped his cum on the leg of his shorts then knelt in
front of Daniel and went back to sucking the little boy's cock. Daniel's
eyes close and his head sort of rolled back a little bit as the feelings
once again tore through his body.

"Play with my balls Pat, play with my balls," he moaned out and Pat did as
he was asked, cupping and fondling the marbles and tugging on the soft
smooth sac. "Oh fuck it's happening Pat," the little boy cried out and then
his compact little body seemed to be wracked with spasms and he squealed
like a little girl. I knew that preteen boys experienced dry orgasms but
I'd never had the opportunity to witness it. I was pretty amazed as I
watched Daniel all but writhe in place as he came, trying to fuck his cock
into Pat's warm mouth and still be able to stay on his feet. It was soon
over and the little boy began giggling and pushing Patrick away, the ultra
sensitive little organ springing up as soon as it was freed from Pat's
mouth. Pat started to stand up but Daniel moved his body into the older boy
and hugged him fiercely.

"That was the best ever Pat. My cousin hardly ever does it for me. Once I
make him cum he doesn't want to do anything. He's kinda a prick actually."
Daniel went on to say that his cousin was fourteen and had been messing
around with the little boy for about five months, their play usually
limited to fondling and cock sucking. "He's been wanting to fuck me too but
I won't let him. I want to try it but not with Eddie cuz he's such an
asshole." Pat seemed to think about that as the two boys separated and
began getting dressed.

"What about me Daniel, would you let me fuck you? Pat asked softly. The
little boy seemed to give that some thought then nodded his head.

"Yeah Pat, I would. You're nice and you wouldn't hurt me like Eddie
would. I know he'd just shove his cock in my butt and not care how I
felt. You wouldn't do that; would you Pat?" Pat shook his head saying that
he would never intentionally hurt the boy. He admitted that it might hurt,
putting his big cock inside the boy's hole but he would try to make it not
hurt as much as he could, that he'd been reading some stuff about that and
knew some things that would help. Daniel was listening intently while Pat
was talking about it, rubbing the front of his briefs as if in
anticipation.

"I'd like that I think Pat. I think I want you to do it, to fuck me." The
little boy was so sincere that I wanted to race in there and hold him but I
knew that was impossible.

"When do you want to do it Daniel" Pat answered and the adorable young
thing told him.


"Tomorrow morning; Can we do it tomorrow morning?" Pat nodded his head
saying that was a good plan and that they could do it there, in the shed
since neither boy's home offered enough privacy to accomplish the deed. My
own cock throbbed at thought of witnessing the act, of Pat's big fat cock
sliding in and out of any boy's ass let alone one so damned cute as
Daniel. I imagined that I'd need to jack off at least once before it
happened or I'd squirt as soon as Pat stuck his cock in the boy's butt.

Once dressed the boy's left the shed and I hurried out of my workshop and
into the house proper in time to see them mounting the steps of the back
deck, the fronts of both boy's shorts sticking out a little more than they
would normally. I guessed they were both thinking about the next day's
event. I wasn't thinking about my own state of affairs; having watched the
two but not cumming myself I was still at least half way inflated and
pushing against my shorts. I invited the boys in for a cold drink and on
the way past me Pat said in a stage voice,

"Something get you excited Stevie?" I looked down as he passed and saw the
clear evidence of my own excitement making itself quite known. I didn't
think that Daniel noticed but if he did the little boy didn't let it be
known at all. As the boys sat at the kitchen counter facing away from me I
readjusted myself to a more upright position then went about getting them
some drinks.

"We still have some work to do so Daniel is going to come back over
tomorrow. Is that okay Stevie?" Patrick asked. I assured him that it was
fine, whatever he wanted to do. He added that he might do some more work
after Daniel went home as boy was expected to be home by noon for lunch
then had stuff to do with his mom that afternoon.

"What ever you do is fine with me Patricka; just keep track of your hours
so I can pay you." He nodded his head. Fifteen minutes later both boys had
left for their own homes for lunch and I went about my business. I wasn't
aware when Pat had returned to work but about two thirty the buzzer went
off so I hurried down to my shop to see what was up. Patrick was up, that
was for damned sure.

I eased open my little window to see the cute young teen's naked ass as he
looked inside one of the cupboards. When he turned around he had a piece of
wood that looked like it might have belonged to a hand tool at one time. It
looked to be about seven inches long which was confirmed when the boy held
it along side of his fully stretched out cock. He then rubbed it along side
his face then inched it toward his mouth and kissed the bulbous end before
slipping his mouth over it. My heart started beating rapidly and my cock
stiffened just as quickly as the realization of what the boy was going to
do hit me. I quickly tugged my loosed fitting shorts and underwear down
then stepped out of them and began slowly stroking my cock as I watched the
boy giving a blow job to his faux cock. He walked toward me, his cock
waving slightly in the air and I saw him reach for something that was on a
shelf above me and then turn and go back to where he'd been standing behind
the riding mower. When he turned back toward me I saw that he had the small
bottle of Vaseline that was kept out there for lubricating the metal ends
of various tools prior to assembling them.

The boy lovingly lubricated the wood starting with the bulbous end then
slathered about two thirds of the rest of it. He hiked a foot up onto the
fat rear wheel of the mower to open himself up before bending over slightly
then reached behind himself and applied the Vaseline to his tight little
hole.  He transferred his wooden lover to his right hand and since he was
facing away from me I couldn't see the process but I could hear clearly
what the boy was whispering.

"Put it in me Stevie, put your cock in my ass." I was stunned by what I was
hearing. The adorable son of my best friend was shoving a wooden dowel in
his presumably virgin ass and pretending it was me. I watched his face so
could tell when the home made cock entered him, his eyes opening wide and a
grunt of pain issuing from his throat followed by and "Oh yes," as his
tight little hole adjusted to the invasion.

"Put it in Stevie, put it all the way in me," the boy moaned and I knew
that he shoving the wood into his body. I also knew that the boy wanted the
real thing; he wanted my cock inside of him and not a fake. I decided to
give him the opportunity to have his dream come true. I pulled my shorts
on, leaving the underwear on the floor, and headed toward a side door that
would get me to the shed door faster than if I went through the house. I
pulled the shed door open quickly and walked in. Pat looked at me from ten
feet away but didn't stop fucking himself with the tool handle.

"God finally. Come over here and let me see your cock Stevie," the boy
said, his normally higher pitched voice considerably lower and filled with
lust.  I walked over to him and put my hand on his back and watched as he
did a short stroke with the stick in his ass. I tugged at the elastic
waistband of my shorts, pulling them out over my fully stiffened cock and
tugged them down.

"Fuck it's big Stevie." He stared at the nine plus inches of man cock that
was barely two feet from his smooth young face then reached out with his
left hand and took hold of me. "Put it in me Stevie, fuck me."

"Are you sure about that Pat I?" I asked. He nodded his head.

"Yes I'm sure Stevie, please, just do it." he pulled the wood from his butt
and dropped it on the floor then then grabbed the Vaseline and handed it to
me. He watched as I smeared my cock head and half of the shaft then he
turned around and bent over, placing a hand on the plastic deck that
covered the entire back end of the mower to hold himself in place. I
stepped up and pulled one cheek open then using my finger, guided myself to
his smooth hairless butt hole. I put the swollen head against his puckered
flesh and pushed. There was some resistance of course so I pushed harder
and with a rush I slipped inside of him.

"Aagghhhh," the boy moaned. "Stop Stevie. Fuck that hurts. I had no doubt
about that and when I asked him if he wanted me to take it out he all but
shouted "No." We waited for a good minute as his tight young body adjusted
to my cock before he told me to go ahead.

I had not had the opportunity to fuck that many boys, only three in my
lifetime, although I'd done plenty of cock sucking with them. I put my
other hand on the opposite cheek and opened him up then watched as inch
after inch of me disappeared inside of him. The feelings were totally
unreal but of course part of it was knowing that it was Pat that I was
fucking, the boy who had occupied most of my recent jack off fantasies. I
stopped when my pubic hair touched his skin and naturally Pat had a
comment.

"You're all the way in me aren't you Stevie? It feels like my butt hole is
filled up and your cock is practically in my stomach." I could understand
that considering if you measure nine and three quarters inches straight up
from any asshole it seem to be in the general area of the lower intestine
at least.

I didn't answer because I didn't think he was really asking for one. I
started to pull back out of the boy, stopping at the half way mark and
moving back in. I started slowly for obvious reasons and when Pat started
moaning I picked up a little speed. The kid was incredibly tight, his
muscle stretched considerably to accommodate the six inch girth of my
cock. I held onto his hips to keep him in place as I fucked him and for his
part Pat had pushed his hips outward in an attempt to take as much of my
rigid flesh as was possible.

"Oh fuck yes, Stevie," he groaned, looking back over his shoulder at me,
his eyes barely open from the incredible feelings of lust that had to be
tearing through his body. I managed to get into an almost full withdrawal,
the rim of my cock head becoming visible before I pushed back inside of
him. My steady easy rhythm picked up and became more of a slamming motion
accompanied by a rotating of my ass when I was as deep inside the boy as I
could go. And then he screamed out, almost like a little girl.

At any other time I would have assumed that a scream like that meant pain
and suffering but considering the situation I knew that the young teen was
cumming, his first orgasm from being fucked, or at least I assumed it was
his first time. I felt his asshole constrict on my cock as he reached
beneath his belly and began jacking off. It was enough to take me over the
edge as well. My own cock swelled against the muscle of his hole and I
began unloading a copious amount of cum, squirt after squirt of my sperm
ejecting into his thirteen year old body.

"Oh god Stevie ohgod ohfuck ohgod," he moaned. Pat's body began to sag from
the feelings, his knees weakened from the intense sperming he was going
through. I held him up, kept him in place as I continued to batter his
tight little ass, ramming him so hard that the smacking noise of our
colliding bodies seemed loud in the small confines of the shed.

Eventually the flood was over. I slowed down, moving in and out of the boy
slowly, just as I had in the beginning. I could have stayed there awhile
longer, buried up to my balls in Pat's ass but alas, it wasn't to be.

"Fuck Stevie I gotta sit down," he panted. With great reluctance I slowly
pulled my cock from his ass leaving his hole just that, a gaping hole. Pat
moaned at the loss then slowly turned to face me and leaned against the
plastic decking of the mower, his young cock still at full stand, the head
shiny from his sperm. His face broke into a smile.

"Goddamn that was fucking intense as all hell Stevie," he said the reached
out and grasped onto my cock. "I never woulda thought I could get that
monster up my ass but I did it. He stroked me lovingly for a moment and
since I was close enough I reached out and down and took hold of Pat's
boyhood pride and joy, reveling in his warmth and his youthful firmness.

"I wanna do more stuff with you Stevie," he said quietly, looking up at me
through eyes that were still half lidded. "I been dying for you to make a
move or something. I hoped that this would get you to come out of your shop
and come to me." I was shocked at what he'd said and asked the question
that bore asking.

"Yeah Stevie, I know about the little peep holes on the walls in the shop,
I've known about them for ages. Gabe told me about them. He said they were
there so he could watch and make sure the Mexican gardeners didn't steal
stuff from him. I wondered if you'd watched me in here jacking off and
stuff so I sorta put on a show for you, hoping that you were. I pretty was
pretty much convinced of it yesterday when me and Daniel went in the house
and it looked you were all hard and stuff. I hope you're not mad at me
Stevie but I been wanting to do stuff with you forever it seems like. I
just didn't think that the first time would be having you fuck me but it's
all good, isn't it?"

I pulled the slender boy to his feet and into my arms and held him. Pat
didn't object in the least and wrapped his arms around me and hugged me
right back, our hard cocks pressed between our bodies.

"No Pat, I'm not mad at all. You're a terrific boy and honestly I've
thought about this too, being with you, doing this and everything else. I
didn't imagine that you would feel the same way and of course being the son
of my closest friends well, I'm sure you can imagine why I didn't encourage
this."

Pat nodded his head against my shoulder and said that he understood and
asked if I was being honest about wanting to be with him. I gently
untangled from him and looked down onto his smooth face and into his
gorgeous eyes.

"Yes Pat, I'm being totally honest. I've thought about this for a long time
too. The first time I saw you in the shed I jacked off right along with you
so this, being with you now, is like a dream come true for me." The boy
hugged me again only tighter.

"Oh man Stevie I'm so glad to hear you say that and that you're not mad at
me."

"Oh Patricka, I doubt I could ever be angry with you." I pushed him away
again then leaned my head down and kissed him gently on the lips, a little
peck. Pat went back for another one only longer, pressing his lips against
mine. I felt the unyielding plastic of his braces and worried about cutting
his lip but Pat seemed to solve the problem by opening his mouth and
forcing his tongue into me. I opened wide and shoved my tongue back at him
and the two did a twenty second tango before we broke away from each other.

"Oh fuck Stevie I'm so fucking hot. I really want to suck your cock and
stuff." He took hold of me again and I knew that if I didn't intervene the
boy would most likely drop to his knees and pay homage to me, forgetting
where my dick has just been.

"How about if we take a shower and continue this in my bedroom cute boy?" I
asked. He nodded his head so we both bent and picked up our clothing and
headed out the door. There was no real reason to get dressed as the back of
the house and property was totally secluded and private. I closed the shed
door and took hold of Pat's hand and led him off wondering to myself just
where this would end up.