Date: Sun, 20 Jun 2004 23:29:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Timothy Sparks <daddyz_big_boi@yahoo.com>
Subject: The things little boys do

Its been quite sometime that I've written anything on nifty. At least a
year now, anyway I'm not exactly a professional at this so i'll give it my
best shot. I look forward to getting feedback. But please know that flames
will be laughed at.

Disclaimer: The following story contains explicit descriptions of fictional
sexual situations between adult, and minor youths.  There is NO intent to
show any real sitiuations, and if it does, it is purely coincidental.  If
you are under legal age to read stories of this nature, or are offended by
them, please leave.

	I really dont know how I could have possibly gotten this lucky. Not
that I'm complaining, I'm mean how many 13 year olds do you know who can
say that they have not only one, but three lovers??? Oh wait it gets
better, They all live in the same house, a family. Anyway enough about how
lucky i've gotten. Im sure you want to know about how everything came
about.

	Okay well it all started somewhere in the beginning of the summer I
was such a loner. I mean i had a few friends that i'd talk to here and
there, but I pretty much stayed to myself usually spending my afternoons
with Clark Kent or Scott Summers or whatever comic book I happened to be
reading that day. Till the day I met Joey. I was sitting outside under a
tree half watching my the neighborhood guys play football and half reading
my comics, I heard someone call out to me I looked up. All I could see was
the the sun. I put my hands up to block the light so I could see, then
SMACK! Something hit my hands-HARD. I took me longer than I'd like to admit
to realize that it was a football. So I pick it up and throw it to the guys
about 40 maybe 45 feet away.

	I dont even watch where the ball lands, but I hear in the
background guys, almost whispering,

	"dude did you see that" "who's that kid".

My neighbor Roger tells them who I am. Roger and some big guy (I later know
him as Joey)i'd never seen before come quickly, almost running, over to
where Im sitting.

	"What's up Roger" I say.

He says back. "Nothin, really. Just playin some ball. But dude where'd u
learn to throw like that?"

I really didnt think it was a big deal. I just picked up the ball and threw
it back to where they were ya know, nothing major.

	"Like what" I asked

	"Like a fuckin pro, dude." The big guy(joey) said. I laughed it
off. Roger smacks his forehead.

	"Im sorry, dude. Scott this is my brother Joey, Joey this is Scott
he lives next door to us." We do the whole nice to meet you introduction
crap. I come to learn that Joey is actually Roger's half-brother, (they
have the same father, different moms) and that he's gonna be staying with
Roger and his mom for a while as theyre dad is going to be in and out of
town for the next couple of months. Even though they are divoreced Roger's
mom and dad are pretty much on good terms. Anyway though, so after Roger,
Joey and I talk for a a couple of minutes they ask me to come play with
them. I told them I didnt really play sports too much. I watch football all
the time, but Im too scrawny to play, I didnt wanna get hurt. Roger tries
to reassure me that I wont get hurt.

I tell him (pointing to Joey)

	"if he tackles me i'll be in traction for weeks"

We all laugh then Joey says

	"If I tackle you it wont be on a football field." I laugh it off,
but I start getting that familiar tingle in my shorts when he said
that. Roger punches him in the arm and gives him the "shut up" face. Roger
tries to change the subject,

	"So dude, are u gonna play or what?" Before I get a chance to
answer my mom starts calling from across the street for me to come home.

	"I guess its or what. Sorry." I pick up my comics and start to head
home. Roger and Joey sprint back over to the field where the guys finished
there game. My mom was telling me that she'd be going out for a little
while to run some errands, and asked If wanted to go. I told her no.

	She said "Okay, honey. Well, there are some sandwiches and some
iced tea in the fridge if you get hungry. Please please please have your
chores done before I get back."  "Mom its summer vaction. I should be
resting."

	"You'll get plenty of rest after I spank you if you dont have your
chores done when I get back."

	"Dont you think I'm a little old for a spanking?"

	"Try Me. I'll be back, honey be good."

	She walked out the door. I head to the kitchen to grab something to
drink and to get my list of things that I was to do. As I pass by the
sliding screen/glass door on my way to the kitchen I see Joey walking into
Roger's house with his shirt stuffed in his back pocket like a
bandana. Joey was certainly a well built boy. I dont think outside of guys
on TV had I ever seen a more perfect set of abs, a more perfect chest or a
more perfect tan. Just perfect. "Damn" I said. Until I heard the words come
out of my now hung-open mouth I didnt realize that I was staring. When he
turned to me I had to come up with a reason for staring, so I gave him the
universal head-nod-meaning-hello. I saw him kinda let out a slight laugh
before he went in the house, I realized it was because I was tenting in my
sweatpants. I cursed myself alloud and rushed to upstairs to get away from
embarrassment. I figured a cold shower might help things. I head to my
bedroom and was greeted again by Joey, but this time he couldnt see me as
he was out in Rogers backyard by the pool and I was upstairs. I look down
at his golden bronze skin and I found myself flashing back to about 2 years
ago before Roger's dad moved out. He had the same all around tan that Joey
had.

Yes I remember it well...

	"mmmm oooh oh Scott", he said between bites, slurps and licks
"you've got the tastiest boyass I've ever had In my life."

	"Thanx Mr. Mitchell." "I mean it Scott. You've even managed to keep
yourself clean inside as well"

	"I wanted to make sure we could still play out special games
together." He goes to work doubletime on my ass now. I feel his tongue
impailing me as far as it can go and I'm loving every second of it. He
pulls it out and I feel so empty. That is until he turns me around and
gives me a face full of his monster 8in cock. That thick veiny thing was
like a drug to me. Everytime I heard Mr. Mitchell moan I got more and more
addicted to it. We had recently begun getting more verbal with each other
during our "games" and we would often cry out to each other.

	"Come on my little cockboy. Suck that dick like you mean it!. That
its baby, suck it. Eat that precum, baby. Yes my little cockboy is getting
better and better."

I love when he calls me cockboy. I keep sucking with authority until I feel
that familiar throbbing in my mouth letting me know he's close. I stop
sucking, he knows what to do if I dont swallow. He withdraws from my mouth
and reaches over to get the lube. Im on all fours stroking my little 11
year old boner in anticipation of feeling my lover inside me. I felt my own
dry orgasam fast approaching so I stopped and just played with my little
pink nipples. I felt the heat from my lovers body behind he right before he
had ever so softly told me

	"I want to see your face when Im inside you." He then took his
strong arms and lifted my small frame from the bed. He then sat down and
placed me on his lap. Before he penterated my tight little boyass, he
asked-as he always does-if I was sure that I wanted to do this. I answered
him-as I always do-with a kiss. With that seal of approval, he lifted me
slightly and began to slide his thick veiny cock inside me. It went in with
little resistance. He wrapped my arms around his shoulders as best I could
in a warm in brace. I soon felt the brush of his pubic hairs on my ass and
thighs. I could feel him completely inside of me and it was fantastic. Just
as on many other occasions, Jason Mitchell began the pace very slowly in
order for both of us to enjoy the sensastions we were giving each other.
"Yes, I whimpered. I love when you're inside me. Give it to me. I need it."
With that bit of coaching he began to pick up his pace, as well as his
breathing. We were barely able to kiss each other at this point. We knew
why though, we had both crossed the line from making love to fucking. There
was no turning back now. He was inside of me and I wanted it no other way.

	"FUCK ME JASON! MAKE ME FEEL YOU FOR DAYS!"

	"I will my cockboy! I will! Damnit you're so tight. Babe" I
tightend my boyass around his cock as I rode him up and down, up and down
and in a circlular motion. I saw in his eyes that he could take no more. He
proved my suspiction when he let out a primal roar "AAAAARRRRUUUUUGH!" As
he shot load after hot sticky load up my tight boypussy. It felt so good
running down out of me onto both of our colapsed bodies and in
my...fingers?

	Before I realized it I had come right there in my bedroom thinking
about Roger and Joey's dad. I was so wrapped up in my flashback that I
didnt even notice what was taking place outside about two floors below
me. Joey was still outside, but now he was naked. And so was the person
with him.


Sorry I had to cut this chapter short, but I'm writing this at work and my
shift is now over. So I'm out of here. I know there's a lot of back story
to this one and to those who just want to get to the action, part 2 is
coming ASAP. Let me know what you guys think.

Daddyz_big_boi@yahoo.com