Date: Tue, 14 Jan 2003 22:34:00 -0800 (PST)
From: mattyjohnson <MattyJohnson@ziplip.com>
Subject: Tropical Heat Chapter 1

The following story is a fiction involving Adult/Youth graphic gay male
sex. If this type of material is illegal where you live, stop now and go
read something else. If you choose to ignore this warning, the author is
not responsible for anything that happens to you. Whether your door is
kicked in by men with guns or you mom who then spanks your bad little
Peepe. All the characters are made up. Any coralation to actual people,
events, or places is purely circumstancual.

Feedback: MattyJohnson@ziplip.com

Tropical Heat
Chapter One

By Matt Johnson


	Some say the best things in life happen when you least expect it.
This was certainly the case for me.  There I was.  A twenty year old
musician, never so much as been on a date in my life.  The problem wasn't
that I was bad looking, quite the contrary.  Girls never approached me
because I was a little intimidating.  Always the shortest kid in my class
back in school, well built, and very shy.

	My father had been very strict. He believed that children should
not speak unless spoken to. So I never approached anyone unless they
approached me first. Nor was I good at carrying on conversations unless I
was at a small party, with people I was very comfortable with and more than
a little intoxicated. Having been an only child with a large vocabulary, I
was most comfortable around adults, rather than people my own age. This
made it rather intimidating to be around my peers.

 	I had ash blond hair with natural highlights, dark olive skin as I
lived for riding waves, and thick bushy eye brows that screamed "High
testosterone, huge sex drive" from across any room. Kind of wacky, because
I hardly had any body hair at all. And a baby face that ripped a minimum of
four years off my looks.  The girls that did hit on me were not the types
that I would ever go out with any way.  They were to aggressive for me and
had more boy friends than a Barbie doll at a GI Joe convention.  Besides
that I really wasn't interested in girls, I liked younger boys. A secret I
kept deep in the back of my closet.

	I had no one to blame but my self for this situation.  Sure I had a
rough child hood and poor people skills, I was even attacked and almost
raped when I was young.  But don't get me wrong. I was not a total loser, I
was the businessman, which businessmen around the world would tremble to
have to negotiate with.  After my dad refused to give me an allowance when
I was a kid, I started to sell fruit from the trees in my back yard to the
neighbors. By twelve I was selling Amway crap and now I was the top
salesmen every month at the music store I worked at. I was usually on the
top ten list for the chain every month in my department as well. I also had
a home business I was running selling investments over the phone. Further
more I was a monster basest with amazing stage presence. But throw me in a
social situation and I would all but run to the corner and cry.

	I filled the void of never feeling loved with constant doses of
long barreling back side tubes, high quality weed, and long hours of
slapping the shit out of my bass guitar.  This kept my sanity long enough
to have become the hottest unsigned bass player anyone knew of.

	It was just this passed July forth I was playing a gig at a nice
sized club not two miles from my house.  There was no doubt it was summer
in the tropics for anyone in the over packed club that night, least of all
me. Being up on stage pounding my heart out under all the stage lights.  I
was forced to take my shirt off after the second song because I looked like
I had just come out of a pool and my extra baggy sweat-soaked jeans were
not making the show go any easier.  Fortunately I had wrote bass lines so
intense there was no way I could sing and play.  So the lead singer/rhythm
guitarist was taking the brunt of the abuse.  Whether it's rain or sweat,
it completes the circuit from electric guitar, to grounded microphone.  Can
you say laser lips?

	This show was different from no other except for two things.
Instead of just ripping right into our set list, because it was the 4th of
July, Keith opened up with his cover of Jimmy Hendrix's version of The Star
Spangled Banner, and we were the only band on that night so we played a lot
of cover songs.  This was a rare event for us as we were all bad asses so
party cover songs were nothing short of boring! I think I almost fell
asleep playing Low Rider.

	As I scanned the crowd, one thing kept catching my attention.
Sitting in the back corner, at the only table in the house was a kid.  I
remembered seeing him there every time we played this club. Whenever I
looked in his direction his eyes were always fixated on me.  So being that
I was a showy basest in the first place, and had a cute private audience, I
took my riffs and solos to a new level, and the rest of the band eagerly
followed suit, as we were after all a Funk / Fusion Jam Band. By the end of
the set, followed by two encores, we hardly had enough strength left to
take our instruments off.  We had played for six hours straight.  The crowd
was going berserk and the club owner was standing just off stage with water
bottles and a huge smile.

	We walked off stage, snatched the water, and crashed directly
behind the P.A. Speakers, to burnt out to even hear what the ecstatic club
owner was saying to us. We waited for the crowd to begin to disperse before
we began our tare down. At this point it was every man for him self.  If
you don't get your shit out, kiss it good bye.

	I walked over to the bar and asked the bartender for a big Coke, so
I could burn some sugar, get some strength back, and begin to carry my 80
lbs. Ampeg cabinets and 200 lbs. of rack amps and processors out.  As the
bartender handed me my soda, she said, "That was the best performance you
all ever had!  Keep that up and you won't be looking for indo labels to
sign you much longer."  And that is when my life changed forever.

	I felt a tug on the back of my shirt.  When I turned around, there
he was.  Turns out that kid in the back so intent on studying my every move
on stage was now standing directly in front of me.  When I got my first
look at him with out the obstruction of all the stage lighting, glare, and
bobbing heads I almost collapsed!

	He looked like he was 9 or 10.  He had nicely tanned, perfect skin,
and dark spiky hair, short and faded on the sides.  He had a small but fit
build with wide hips, long face, thin crisp eyebrows, narrow green eyes
that jumped out through his thick black eyelashes, a small, round, European
button nose that makes me insane, and one dimple, just like mine. I will
never forget his eyes.  He looked like he was in full makeup, ready to walk
on a movie set and burst out a tear-jerking monologue.

	I still don't know who was more shocked at that moment, but he was
obviously on a mission as he stumbled into commenting on my performance.
"Th--That was ... GREAT" he finally got out.

	Not about to let this kid out of my sight any sooner than necessary
I replied "Thanks!" and stood there like a dumb ass.

	Luckily he continued on "I haven't seen anyone tare up a bass like
that since Wooten played last year."  Perfect! I thought, something I knew
about that would continue this conversation.

	"WOW! I'm impressed, some one your age is listening to a
Fusion/Jazz player like Wooten."

	His face lit up and he said "Oh yeah, he's amazing!  I want to
learn how to play bass like him one day, just like you!" I was flattered he
put me in the same category as one of my heroes. "But I can't now" he
continued on, "because my hands are too small.  So I got a cheep guitar and
took off the two high strings so I could learn songs.  Then when my hands
get big enough that I can reach the frets, I'm going to get a bass."

	"Are you any good?" I asked him, further impressed that he was
interested in bass as opposed to guitar, like most kids his age that were
into music.

	"Yeah! But not anything like what you did."  By this time the club
had almost emptied it's self except for a few punk teenagers with there
wiled hair, wallet chains, and spike bracelets standing by the door waiting
for their rides to show up.

	So I said to him "Well you better head on out so you don't miss
your ride." I really didn't want to say anything that might make him leave
but I had to start getting my equipment off stage, and his image was firmly
carved into my head. He shot back with

	"I'm not waiting for a ride, I walked here."

	"How far do you live?  It isn't safe to go walking around this part
of town at almost 1am, especially for some one like you."

	He stood tall as he firmly told me "It's only a mile and a half
home, over by the movie theater.  And I can take care of myself!"  That was
over where I live!  I thought carefully how to handle this situation.

	"I'll tell you what, I live right over there my self, if you want
to hang around, and help wind up my cables for me, I'll give you a ride so
you don't have to walk so far." His face lit up like I just gave him a
puppy!

	"Kewl!" He followed me up onto the stage and I pulled all the
cables out of my rack that didn't connect preamps to amps or rack effects.
I showed him how to properly roll up the cords and secure them with the
Velcro strips stuck to the carpeted sides of my cabinets.  Then like true
band mates, Keith and Bob started giving me shit.

	"Hey look, Matt got a roadie!"

	"You are sapost to get the hot, easy blonds to do that not their
kids!"

	"Oh, don't you get it Bob? First get the kid to like you, then mom
will love you right away!"

	So I fired back, "I really don't care who helps, the bottom line is
when you're just pulling out, I will already be home burning down!"  Which
of course shut then rite up. Especially Bob who had a whole drum kit to
take apart and pack.

	After I moved all my basses, rolled all my cabs and amps into my
truck, I came back in to find my little angel proudly standing over his
meticulously wrapped pile of cables.  "Great!" I shouted, "If you ever want
a job as a roadie and I make it, give me a call."  He giggled and let me
see that dimple again.  After I bagged all the cables and pedals, the two
of us headed out the door and drove off.

	"You didn't even tell me your name." I blurted out as I was
preparing the fantasy that would ensue as soon as I got all my crap
unloaded and hit the shower.

	"I'm Joey."

	"Hi Joey, nice to meet you. I'm Matt."  I fumbled around a minute
trying to think of something to say, "So Joey, what were you doing at the
club tonight?  Most kids were out shooting off fireworks with their
parents."

	He was quiet for a minute and then slowly spoke up, "Well, my mom
drinks a lot and then she gets really mean. So I walk to the club so she
can't yell at me." I knew exactly what he was talking about as my mom had
been the same way.

	"So you spend most of your time in your room with the door locked,
hua?" I guess I caught him off guard because he looked a little startled.

	"How did you know?" he promptly asked.

	"Well my mom was the same way.  I used to lock myself in my room
after she got home from work and got her self started.  The worst was when
I forgot to lock my door when I went to the bathroom or something because
she would come in at like 2am and start yelling at me and make me do
laundry and stuff."

	"Yeah, and dishes!" He looked really happy to see that some one
else knew what he was talking about.

	I had decided to drive to my house and let him walk from there, the
neighborhood was safe and I knew he didn't have far to go.  Besides, every
time I looked at this kid I got a huge boner, and I didn't really want to
know where he lived.  That way I wouldn't find my self looking to catch a
glimpse of him if I drove by and crash into a tree while not watching where
I was going. When we got to my place we got out of the car. "You can walk
from here right?"

	"Yea, I only live on the other side of the park." The front of my
house faced a nice big park which was great because I didn't have to worry
about bad neighbors that don't take care of there yards.  "Hey Matt."

	"Yea Joey?"

	"Can I help you carry your stuff in? You did drive me all this
way."

	"Sure." I said.  It was a perfect opportunity to get a really good
look at him in the light and then I could be whacking off less then two
minutes after seeing him for the last time.

	Joey brought all my pedals, cables and guitar cases in while I
wrestled with the amps and cabinets.  Finally when it was all finished, I
invited him in for a drink before he walked on home. After we had a couple
sodas and talked for a bit I told him he should probably be heading home.
He asked if he could use the bathroom first and I said "Sure".  After he
came out of the bathroom he asked if I had some scissors to cut off the
'Under twenty-one' bracelet from his wrist so his mom would think that he
was at a friends house. Then he immediately ran over to my Pink Floyd
poster and shouted

	"Cool you like Pink Floyd!" and began to read the poem on the
poster.  I could see he was trying to avoid having to go home and I can't
say I didn't blame him.

	"Hey Joey, I'll tell you what. I'm going to take a shower and watch
some TV for about an hour to relax before I go to bed. I'll let you stay
till then, but then you have to go. Deal?"

	"Deal!" he shouted, as he ran over and gave me a hug.  Sending my
dick back on the rise.

	I showed him where the radio was, gave him the TV remote, and
headed to the shower.  After a long, hot, messy shower, I got into my cargo
pants, my favorite button up Hawaiian shirt, and the moccasins my Great
Grandmother made for me before she died.  I went out and sat down on the
sofa with him and saw he was watching a Hanson video on MTV.  "Oh, you like
Hanson too?" I said with a tone that implied my disinterest in the Bubble
Gum Pop.

	"No, they suck!" he replied.

	"So how come you're watching them?" He said nothing and froze.

	This is where I crossed a line I had never crossed before. I had
done plenty of baby-sitting and as a rule, no matter how cute the boys
were, I always kept my hands to myself. But this was different.  I wasn't
being paid. Joey wasn't a son of a family friend, I figured I would
probably never see him after tonight, and this kid was almost to much for
me to handle. I had to just once feel that perfect hairless skin. And let's
face it! Twenty years of life and not even so much as a date! I was jones'n
for some human contact! So with split second decision making, I enacted a
spur of the moment plan into action!

	"Hey Joey, can you hand me the remote before this corrupts my
style?"  As I reached over him and pointed to the remote sitting on the
armrest. He turned and leaned over to grab the remote, giving me a great
view of his tight little athletic butt as my eyes took full advantage of
the moment. When he grabbed the remote, I withdrew my reach in a way that
caused my fingers to drag from his wrist all the way up his arm to his
shirtsleeve.  Trying to make the whole thing look like an accident. Joey
felt like fine silk!  It was incredible!

	He grabbed the remote and sat back down, looking at me with a
confused look on his face. I said "Sorry," took the remote, and started
changing channels. I could see his reflection in the window next to the
TV. He was kind of smirking. Then he saw me looking at him in the window so
I refocused my attention to the TV and I heard him give a quiet little
"humph."  I figured I had better quit while I was ahead so I found a movie
and acted like I was interested.

	After about five minutes, everything changed! With an act of
courage greater than anything I would ever do, Joey reached over and placed
his hand on my leg right next to my crotch. I pretended to ignore it but my
dick started to grow almost immediately. I could feel it slowly coming up
the side of my leg directly under his hand. Not knowing what to do I just
let it happen. I could feel it make contact with the tips of Joey's fingers
and slowly start to push them up. He began to ever so slightly rub my leg
and I was about to explode! So I placed my hand on his leg and began to
give it a little squeeze.

	Joey responded immediately by getting up, and sitting back down
facing me on my lap. His knees bent, squeezing my legs together. His tight
young ass resting on my legs. "Matt, what does it feel like when some one
kisses you?" Not knowing what to say I said the only thing that came to
mind.

	"GREAT!"

	"Can I kiss you?" Not knowing if I was more excited or terrorized,
I gave him a little nod.  Joey promptly placed his hands on my shoulders
and leaned forward and kissed me rite on the lips!  Then I pulled back. He
looked at me and said. "I didn't mean like that, I kiss my mom like that, I
meant like a real kiss." I didn't move, I was stunned!  Here I had the most
perfect 10-year old boy I had ever seen sitting on my lap asking if he
could French kiss me! I didn't move, the thoughts flashing through my head
were making me crazy.

	"Ok," I finally got out.

	Joey leaned forward. Once again, our lips met. He started to open
his mouth and I did the same. We sucked each other's tongs into our mouths.
I started playing with his lips and rolling my tong around tasting his
sweet youth for the first time. It was my first kiss and my life long dream
come true. I put my hands on Joey's hips, and felt how small and hard his
body was. I pulled him closer to me till I could feel the little bulge in
his pants poking right into my belly button.  He was just tall enough so
that the boost of sitting on my legs brought his lips to the same height as
mine. I began to move my hands and start to feel him up.  His back was
perfectly postured, with a dip that ran right up the middle. I felt every
vertebrate from his belt up to the back of his neck. I began to squeeze his
ass with one hand as I rubbed my fingers through his short, soft, spiky,
hair and gently pushed his head towards mine.

	He began to slowly and cautiously unbutton my shirt from the top
down. When he finished with the buttons, he put his hands under my arms, in
my shirt, and around my back.  He pulled him self towards me aggressively.
I let go of the grip of his firm ass and began pulling his T-shirt up. He
pushed him self away finally breaking the grip of our tingling lips. Then
Joey pulled his shirt off and tossed it on the floor, so I did the
same. "Matt you have such strong shoulders". He told me as he looked me
over,

	 "You're in pretty good shape your self." He blushed and I felt
like I melted right there.

	We began kissing each other's faces and feeling up everything we
could.  Again our lips met and I tasted the sweet candy that was his
mouth. Our chests' rubbed together and we were both getting sweaty. My air
conditioner was still turned off but I was not going to stop to concern my
self with it.

	Then I knew Joey was getting hotter! He slowly started rocking his
hips back and forth like he was fucking my belly button through his
jeans. My arm ran up his back so I could cradle his head, my other hand
firmly gripping his amazing ass. I could feel the muscles in his back and
butt firming and loosening as he kept rocking into me.

	I couldn't take it any more. I had to see everything I was feeling.
He grabbed my hair like handles and pulled my mouth deeper into his. My
attention went to his pants. I reached down to unbutton them. I started
working his zipper down and feeling his hard little cock through his Hanes
Undies. He pulled away from me and looked really embarrassed.  "What's
wrong Joey? You want me to stop?"

	"Oh, no! It's just... Well... your not going to laugh are you?"

	"Why would I laugh?" I asked, very confused.

	"Well. It's really little. Everyone makes fun of me when I change
cloths for gym."

	"Of course I am not going to laugh." I was in awe, It was more
cuteness than I had ever seen. "Mine used to be really small too, but when
I grew up so did it." This seamed to satisfy him.  He stood up and took his
jeans off throwing them on the floor. He reached for his underwear. "Wait!"
I shouted.  He looked at me and I told him "Those are for me to take off."
He smiled and began to blush again.  As he stood there, his knees locked
together, his arms crossed hiding his little nipples. I could tell he was a
little embarrassed.  This must have been the first time anyone had seen him
almost fully undressed with an erection. I got up and took off my cargo
pants, and kicked off my moccasins. I sat back down on the sofa and he
slowly returned to my lap. His little cock was pointed straight out and he
looked like he had a little ice cream cone in his britches. Mine was
straight up hugging my abdomen.

	He stared, amazed at the size of my bulge. "WOW! Will mine ever get
like that?"

	"Sure will!" I comforted him.

	"Can I touch it?" he asked cautiously.

	"You can do what ever you want, no rules dude." He then smiled as
he uncrossed his arms exposing his body. Every inch of him was like a
dream.  His little, button sized nipples were hard as rocks. His legs were
smooth and warm.  His hips spread and he had almost an hour glass shape as
his butt cheeks came out of his undies and spread over my naked legs. His
legs were short and bulky and I knew he had to be a little soccer
player. After he felt my package through my underwear, he gave him self a
tug to keep from tearing through his skinnies.

	I pulled him back to me. The most exciting part was the tease. Our
tight, white, almost see through underwear being the only thing keeping our
dicks from touching. And the only thing stopping me from feeling his
amazing bare ass. I almost busted a nut right there! We embraced and once
more I indulged myself with the pleasures of his mouth.  Again he began dry
humping me. This kid was an animal!

	After about ten minutes of this I felt my cock jump.  I had to stop
him or I was going to cum right there! I grabbed him under his arms. My
hands feeling his soaking wet hairless armpits. I pushed him back onto my
knees and asked "You want to move this to my bed room, this leather sofa
must be hurting your knees."  He eagerly shook his head and jumped off my
lap.

	By the time I stood up he was down the hall and waiting for me to
follow.  We went into my bedroom and sat facing each other in the middle of
the bed. He lunged at me, causing me to fall back onto my pillow. He fell
right on top of me. Again straddling my waste.  I could feel his cock and
balls through his underwear. The weight of his body pushing them into my
stomach. He was ready to go!

	I pushed his legs together and pulled mine back. His hips fell into
place right between my legs. Then he pulled himself back up to my face.  My
hands went right back to where they were before we relocated. As my fingers
went through his hair we resumed our oral pleasures. His spit was flowing
like a river into my mouth. My other hand now went into his under
pants. Finally, I had my hand between the hills that had made me so hot
before. I began to pull off the last bit of clothing separating me from his
love tool. He did the same.

	We kicked off our undies, never releasing the grips of our mouths.
He began to rock his hips into my stomach, a little harder, and a little
harder. Finally, he gave into the motion his body was making without him
realizing it. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed himself up. He placed his
feet between my legs. His shins crossed over my hips and his knees rested
on both sides of my body. He sat back and positioned his cock and balls
right over mine. I finally saw his perfect uncut pecker and his tiny grape
sized balls.  They hadn't even dropped from his youthful body. He sat
himself right on top of me. He firmly gripped my shoulders, looked me
straight in the eyes, and resumed thrusting his hips. His cock and balls
rubbed against my circumcised dick. Every time he thrusted forward his
foreskin stuck to my cock, his tiny pink head popped out into plain
view. As he rocked back again it hid it's self within his foreskin. I was
waiting for him to shout "Peek-a-boo" but I knew that was the last thing on
his mind.

	I reached out to him and began to rub up and down the sides of his
smooth silky body. Sweat was rolling off of both of us. We could barely
hold onto each other. It felt like we were covered from head to tow with
oil.  His eyes closed and the look on his face was the look of pure
ecstasy. I knew the look on my face was exactly the same. That's what it
was. Pure Ecstasy! My cock now had a steady stream of clear pre-cum
dripping out and puddling on my stomach.

	He sat up perfectly erect, mouth open and head tilted back just a
little. He grabbed his cock with his left hand, pulled all his foreskin
towards the tip. Then firmly grasping the mass of skin with his right hand
and began masturbating. I envied his uncut dick and his ability to jerk off
with out the aid of lubricant. He then smeared the beads of sweat all over
his chest with his free hand. Then reaching behind himself, he pulled his
cheeks open. He sat back down using his heels to keep them spread. The way
his arm was moving I could tell he was rubbing his hand over the entrance
to his ass. Joey once again began to rock. Thrusting his dick through his
fist, flashing his pink cock head at me over and over again.

	"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh Matty!" he moaned.  I got so excited from that my
chest started to turn red. I felt like I was going to catch on fire!  I
could feel his body beginning to shiver.  His little balls, in there
tightened sack, being thrown around like they were in a paint mixer.  So I
scooped up some of the pre-cum that had made a puddle under my dick and
slipped my hand under his crotch. I could feel the heat radiating off our
bodies. As he withdrew his cock from his fist and again rocked back, his
balls slipped into my hand. I grabbed the soft sack of skin and rubbed my
super lube all over his scrotum wile softly pulling it loose. When I with
drew my hand it draped it's self over my shaft. With one ball on each side,
his sack now slid up and down my vain as he thrusted him self too and fro.
"Yeaaaaaaaaaaaa! Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" he began mumbling.

	He looked down at me and must have realized that wile I was
enjoying watching him; I wasn't feeling anything like what he was. He let
go of him self and leaned forward, giving me a wonderfully loving kiss.
Then he turned around and got over me on his hands and knees like he wanted
to 69. His balls swinging right over my face. He sat back on my neck. His
ass hole right over my Adams apple. He laid down on my stomach. Sliding
over me like olive oil over water as he got him self where he wanted to
be. He firmly clinched the base of my cock with both hands. I braced as I
got ready to feel something other than my own hand going down on me for the
very first time. He extended his legs under the pillow my head was resting
on, unknowingly pushing my face up only inches from his wonderfully
smelling and amazingly tight ass hole. There was a stripe of my shinny
pre-cum as wide as his hand that ran from his balls to just passed his
little hole. Beads of sweat rolled off his ass into his crack. Then down
over his hole and onto my neck. I leaned forward, ever so slightly and ran
my tong from his balls to his tasty little hole causing his thighs to
softly squeeze the sides of my neck as I collected his sweet sweat. I
thought I had died and gone to some twisted heaven for sinners. His body
stretched out on top of me as he took a deep breath. I gripped his superb
ass and focused all my attention to towards my restrained and throbbing
cock. Then I felt a cold wind blowing over my dick. He took another deep
breath, which was followed by another blast of wind.

	"What are you doing down there?" He twisted his body around to
address me.

	"I'm giving you a blow job!" I couldn't help but burst out laughing
at the comment that sprung from his innocence. "What?" he shouted with a
confused look on his face.

	"Thats just what it's called." I said trying to stop my
laughter. "Let me show you." I let go of his ass and pulled his knee up
around and towards him. Cranking him onto his side, this caused him to
slide off me and crash to the bed. I grabbed hold of his foot and engaged
in another one of my fetishes, boy feet.

	I curled his four little toes and stuck his big toe in my
mouth. Then I began to suck and pushed my head up and down as I rolled my
tong over his toenail. After I was satisfied I had made my point I freed
him and said "And what ever you do don't do this!" I began sucking again
and as I was pulling his toe away from my mouth, I scraped my upper teeth
against the bottom of his tow. He snatched his foot from my mouth as he
cringed from the unexpected surprise.

	"Oh Ok!" he shouted with a huge smile, sparked from his newly
learned skill.

	He kicked his leg back up under the pillow as he got back into
position. This caused my face to bump up against the crack of his
ass. Again he firmly clinched my hard cock, this time slowly taking it into
his mouth. I could see the back of his head begin bobbing up and down as I
felt his hot, silky mouth sliding over me wile I watched him working. It
looked like a sunrise over a heart shaped horizon. He did it perfectly, not
once did his teeth touch me. He moved his hands down my now, numb feeling
shaft. He wrapped his thumb and first finger of both hands around the base
of my cock, keeping it from moving around. He then began using his free
fingers to massage my balls. It felt amazing! I could feel his rock hard
nipples rubbing up against my stomach as he was using every muscle in his
back to go down on me, not just his head. I started throwing compliments
about his body and how good it felt in between my moans of pleasure. I
pulled my feet back; my knees went up in the air. I could feel his cheeks
and ears sliding effortlessly, up and down between my sweat soaked legs. He
was enjoying him self to much. Humming and singing the entire time. He kept
trying to swallow my whole cock but he couldn't, his mouth was just too
small. I rubbed his back and his legs, always keeping one of my hands
permanently attached to his frighteningly perfect, young ass. I could feel
the muscles shaking under the thin layer of skin and fat that helped shape
it as he coughed and choked in his attempt to get my entire cock down his
throat, so that he might get the whole thing in his mouth. I squeezed his
ass and trembled as I began to feel myself thrusting towards his face. This
caused him only to get more intense. Humming louder, moving faster, and
sucking as hard as he could. My body began to tense. I felt his tonsils
rubbing against the head of my cock. I felt an incredible rush, like
nothing I'd ever felt playing with myself.

	I clinched his ass with all my strength as I lost control of my
body. He immediately grabbed hold of my legs, using his arms to push him
self up and down on me. I thrusted my cock into his humming mouth. Filling
it with my first blast of cum! He stopped humming only as he tried to
swallow it. "UMMMMM.cough...MMMMM" I thrusted up again! I felt his cheeks
puff out into my legs. It was more cum then his little mouth could hold. I
felt it splashing all over my legs as it blasted through his lips!
"UMMMMM...MMM..cough..MM" his hands clinched, my now even more slippery
legs as I thrusted up a third time.  Again it was more than his little
mouth could hold. All I could hear was a flurry of hums and coughs as he
sucked and tried to swallow. Never once releasing my cock from the grip of
his lips. Four or five blasts of cum I shot into his mouth until I had
nothing left to give. My whole body relaxed, my legs dropped to the
bed. Still he kept going up and down on me. Humming and coughing as he
desperately wanted every bit of me in his mouth. He continued until my cock
went limp. Now he was using his hands trying to milk out every drop of my
salty seed.

	Then he climbed up on his hands and knees. He began licking up
every bit of cum that had escaped him. My legs, my stomach, my balls, his
hands. Continually humming "Ummmmmmmmm" like he was eating cake for the
very first time. He turned around and climbed on top of me again. I felt my
now soft cock and balls sliding into his crack as he straddled my hips. He
looked me right in the eyes as he licked his fingers clean one at a time.
My cum, that had splattered on my legs was now all over his face. It was
dripping from both corners of his mouth. "I did it right?" he asked. I
didn't need to say a thing! My face said it all. "THAT WAS GREAT! Except
for the taste. It was like salty soap, But THE SMELL! And I never knew it
would feel so soft and warm in my mouth." he continued on. He arched his
back pushing his shinny, soaking wet chest forward. He closed his eyes,
fondling his nipples as he rolled his tong around his smiling lips, getting
the cum that was drooling from the corners of is mouth! "Oh Matty!" he
moaned with his high, unchanged voice. The sight was too much. Ten year old
kid straight out of my best fantasy. Sitting with his naked ass on my
cock. Already rocking his hips; his little erect cock bouncing up and
down. Chest bowed forward, arms out like a little bird, pinching his
nipples, flashing his hairless armpits, sweat rolling down him like he just
got out of the shower, his cheeks covered with my shining, smeared cum,
globs of it in his hair, and he couldn't be happier!!!

	I grabbed the sides of his belly and pulled him back down to me. He
grabbed my hair on his way down, just as he had back on the sofa. I got my
hands under his armpits and pulled him up my chest to my face. By this time
my arms were fully wrapped around him. My hands were back to his ass. And
we were right back in each other's mouths. He was now incredibly horny. His
silky, hairless legs squeezing my sides as his cock slid all over my
stomach, his abs tight as he desperately searched for something to stick
himself in.

	To make him wait any longer would be nothing short of mean. He
earned his reward and I had waited 20 years to give it to him. Without
warning I rolled over on top of him. I had been very careful not to disturb
any of my cum that was glimmering through out his face and hair. He giggled
with joy at the abrupt move, and I began mouthing his neck. I pulled the
pillow out from under his head and placed it under his back long ways,
forcing his belly perfectly flat. The end of the pillow exactly where his
ass began to rise. His hands were all over his cock. He eagerly looked me
right in the eyes "Are you going to do it to me now?"

	"HELL YES" I said and he screeched with excitement!

	I had to force his hands off of him. I laid on top of him, cradling
his head with my hands. His legs wrapped around my lower back. He locked
his ankles and squeezed as again he grasped my hair. We again kissed. I
felt him sneaking his hands back to his hard little dick. "Hey, you got to
relax, if you don't your dick is going to get soft before you even cop a
feel." I grabbed his wrists. Then held them against the mattress on each
side of his head to keep him from touching himself. I then moved around his
body, mouthing every part of him. Since I already had his arms up over his
head, I went to another one of my fetish spots. Cranking my head over I
began sucking his sweet hairless armpit. It tasted just as he smelled, like
a little boy that just came in from a long day playing in the hot sun.

	He laughed hysterically! His feet hit the bed as he struggled to
break free. I found where he was ticklish. I kept this up for as long as he
could stand, then I stopped and started back up on the other side. By the
time I had finished he was completely flaccid. Now I could work him back
up, and take a good long time for his first time with another person.

	After he got himself under control, I released his hands. He didn't
move. I sat up to get one final look before I got to work. He laid in front
of me as relaxed and spread out has he could be. His eyes constantly were
scanning my entire body. His dick quickly swelled, in less than ten seconds
it went from one extreme to the other.

	I leaned over him and whispered "Now Joey, I want you to close your
eyes. Don't move just stay as relaxed as you can. Don't open your eyes back
up until you can't possibly hold them shut any longer."

	"But then how am I going to see you?" he sounded disappointed.

	"Don't worry about that" I told him "Just keep them shut and don't
move." He did as I asked. I took a moment to study him. Sweat was already
beginning to bead up on his forehead, nose, and upper lip. It was hotter
then hell, making the whole experience that much better. Joey's cheeks
still shined as the light hit the cum he had unknowingly coated them with.

	I was very careful to touch him only one place at a time. I wanted
him to remember this for the rest of his life and besides that I think I
had fallen in love with this beautiful little angel.  I licked my lips and
started on his forehead. Kissing it ever so softly. I treated him like he
was as fragile as a soap bubble. I began licking his face. Caressing his
cheeks with my mouth as I cleaned my juice he had just worked so hard to
get.

	His mouth was now slightly opened. His breathing was slow and
controlled. I teased him by kissing and licking his lips. Withdrawing the
instant his mouth moved in a way I had not forced with my own. Eventually
he got the message and it was like playing with him while he was asleep.  I
rolled my tong around his mouth, listening to the snapping and popping of
our spit. His mouth didn't move except to return to its natural, relaxed,
slightly opened position. I moved on to his neck. Then down the middle of
his chest. I felt it rising and falling ever so slightly as I licked up
every ball of sweat that covered it.

	I sucked on his nipples. I pulled his arms down and sucked on all
ten of his fingers one at a time. The replacing them to the pillow by his
sides. I rubbed them up and down as I began collecting the sweat from his
belly. His stomach was so soft it was incredible. Like a heated water bed
with a boy's skin. I felt his little cock throbbing against the bottom of
my jaw as I moved to his abdomen. Then I sat up and skipped to his
feet. First his left.  One hand on his heel, the other one lifting and
bending his knee. I sucked every toe for what seemed like forever, then
kissed and licked the bottom of his foot. Finally, I placed it on my
shoulder before moving on to the other. The sweat was rolling down his
legs. I walked up towards him on my knees, rubbing his legs, until I was
directly over him. His lips quivered with anticipation. His breathing had
almost doubled. The suspense was killing him and that was exactly what I
was shooting for.

	My wildest fantasy come true would have been to plunge my cock into
his ass. Fucking him till we both orgasmed at the same time. Seeing his
whole body, legs bent as his ankles rested on my shoulders. Rubbing his
soft, silky, tanned, hairless legs. As my throbbing boner explored the
interior of his innocent, untouched body. His soft, white cheeks conforming
to every contour of my pelvis as I gently thrusted in and out of him with
his ass floating inches off the mattress. But I would not dare do such a
thing. He was too small. I knew he had never had anything bigger than his
finger inside him and probably not even that. I was hard as a rock. His
toes were tickling my ears as his whole body now quivered. I began rubbing
his calves, pushing his knees together. I had spoken to him for the first
time no more than 2 hours earlier and here he lay. His eyes closed giving
me his ultimate trust.

	I stuck my cock under his ass as it floated in the air. Held up by
my pillow and the bending of his legs. I gently pushed the head of my cock
in between his cheeks. I drug it up slowly, feeling the tip go past the
entrance to his body I had not yet explored. Once I knew I was clear, I
slowly thrusted forward indulging myself just a little. I slid between his
thighs; my dick reappearing on the other side as it slid over his tight
wrinkled ball sack. I fucked his legs for just a minute or two. Just to
satisfy my craving. The whole time, rubbing his silky sweaty thighs.

	Finally I backed off. I laid down beneath him. His legs slid over
my shoulders till the back of his knees fell into place as his calfs lay
flat on my back. I was just inches from his tiny, pulsating love tool. I
crossed his legs behind me. Insuring my favorite part of his body would not
fall off my shoulders. I buried my nose into his balls. And began to suck
on the little space between his legs, his balls, and his sweet little
hole. This caused him to gasp with pleasure.

	I finally took him in my mouth, squeezing his sack with my lips as
I jiggled his soft silky balls with my tong. I moved up to his sweet little
pecker. Kissing it twenty times as I went from the base to the tip. I
sucked it into my mouth and Joey let out a wonderful sound. I grabbed his
soft little hands. Pulling his arms straight down his sides. I couldn't
believe how good having his cock in my mouth was. I would have waited
another 20 years if I had to for this night.

	But now it was time to shine. Time for all the fantasies that had
run through my mind since I touched myself for the first time to come to
life. I began my work diligently. Ever so slowly bobbing up and down. Each
time lifting till just the very tip of his foreskin got to the middle of my
lips. Then back down pressing my face into the hairless strip of skin
between his perfect legs. Finally pushing my face into his abdomen till his
foreskin stretched out and my lips mashed against his hipbone. Repeating
over and over. I found myself humming, just as he had. It was involuntary;
I was lost in the moment.

	He began to quietly whimper, never before feeling the sensation of
his pink head being rubbed without his foreskin covering it or the warmth
and slickness of another person's mouth.  I could feel his tiny nuts moving
from side to side as my chin pressed against them. His soft whimpers turned
into louder wines. Now I was making a point to pick up his balls with my
bottom lip. Then sucking as hard as I could while I raised back up. His
sack stretched and finally my lip jolted as his balls fell out of my mouth
and back to the warmth of his body. The sweat rolling down his legs was
transferring to my face and dripping off my nose and chin. It was divine.

	I reached up. Holding his biceps as my fingers clinched his back.
My thumbs finding his rock hard, shirt button sized nipples. I was trying
to rub them soft but his sweat caused my thumbs to just slide round and
round the tiny points in the middle.  I knew he had to be getting close. He
was whining like a baby trying despratly to call out my name. Never being
able to get it out completely. "Maaaa.Maaaa.Yaaaa.Maaaaa" I then went down
on him again. I now pressed my forehead into his soft belly. I sucked his
balls into my mouth once again. This time I didn't lift my head. I instead
got up on my knees. Bracing myself with my elbows as I firmly gripped his
trapped arms. Still circling with my thumbs. I then rocked forward, rolling
the top of my head up his stomach. My shoulders pushing his legs forward,
rocking his hips up. His legs twisted my cheeks as his heals drug straight
up my spine. My mouth pulling away from his cock as his little hips rolled
up into the air. His balls never left my mouth. I rolled my tong around as
I rocked him back. His ass just barely touched the sheets, his legs rolled
down my shoulders and his heals slid back down my back.

	"Ummmmmmm" I moaned as his cock hit the back of my mouth. Again and
again I pulled myself forward. His hands whipped through the air as he
searched for something to grab hold to with his constricted movements.
Finally he found my head. He grabbed my sweat soaked hair. My hands now
moved down his silky body. I clinched his thighs. Squeezing the base of
them as my forward rocking motion caused his skin to form a crease over my
fingers as his legs went from flat against my back to almost straight up in
the air. I worked my hands around to his bottom. My left hand rubbed up and
down over his hole. My right hand milking my again throbbing cock for my
slippery pre-cum.

	My left hand went from his ass to his wrists. I pried his hands
from my hair one at a time. With both wrists now in my hand I reached
forward, pinning them in the center of his chest. As I rocked back my free
hand rubbed my slippery juice along his crack as again his cheeks fell
towards the bed. My middle finger found his hole. As I rocked forward the
tip of my finger slipped in. His sphincter squeezed my first knuckle. He
yelped at the unexpected intrusion.

	I twisted my finger round and round as I rocked him up and
down. His whining now transformed into heavy grunts. I again rocked
back. One of his balls fell from my mouth. Again I pushed into him. Then
slid my finger all the way in. It was soft and warm, a feeling I can't
describe.

	Now I was pulling it in and out, across his tiny prostate, rubbing
it round and round that tiny gland twice as fast as my mouth was sliding
over his 3-inch hairless cock. His other ball escaped me. My free fingers
went straight to work; massaging his spit soaked sack. His body began to
shake. I felt his athletic thighs squeezing my head. He was beginning to
tense. Sensing his on coming youthful attempt at an orgasm. I began to rock
faster and faster. His legs began to bounce up and then crash back into my
shoulders. I finger fucked him as sweetly as I possibly could.

	He clinched my hair. He squealed as his body entered his first ever
convulsion of this magnitude. He thrusted him self into my mouth, crushing
my finger that was deeply embedded in his body and almost crushing my skull
with his thighs. His legs slapped my shoulders. As soon as his body
relaxed, I rammed into him again. Sending his legs flying over my head past
90 degrease. As I rocked back he convulsed again. His heels slapped my
back, as he thrusted him self to my mouth with a vengeance. For the first
time hitting the back of my throat. Again his hole squeezed my finger. I
felt a shot of about two drops of his watery boy-cum shower my tonsils. The
sweet-salty taste flooded my mouth. I rammed him again and again. He was
screaming with ecstasy! His legs flying wildly through the air. I continued
until his cock was completely soft. His screaming was now one constant
high-pitched moan, pulsating as I continued my multi-piston like
action. His cock fell out of my mouth onto his sweat soaked body. His feet
slid off my back onto the bed. His knees in the air, legs wide open. He was
now completely relaxed. His hands fell to his sides.

	I now pulled my finger from his ass. It was shriveled from the wet
environment. A tiny brown dot on the tip. I sat back on my heels. Popped my
finger into my mouth to taste the inside of his body, as I looked him
over. He lay motionless. His mouth wide open, eyes still closed. I could
hear him panting as his chest jumped with his heavy breathing. His arms
were to his sides. With his knees bent, his silky legs hung straddled in
the air. They had a smooth shine to them. All our drops of sweat thrown to
the wall at the head of my bed with the intensity of our wonderfully sinful
deed. A small puddle of sweat rippled in his belly button.

	I climbed between his legs, over his chest. His salty boy's cum not
even enough to fill my mouth, seamed to tingle my cheeks. Wanting a part of
him to stay with me I swallowed only half of it. I placed my lips in his
gapping mouth. He promptly wrapped his arms around my back and began to
kiss. I opened my mouth, all at once my tong and his juice fell into his. I
could feel his smiling as he began sucking my tong.

	My dick slid in his crack, my head reaching the edge of his lower
back. His hands went into my hair and his legs wrapped around mine. As we
kissed I rocked my hips into him. My cock sliding between his cheeks and
the soaking wet bed. I was so hot it took only a minute of this motion and
I blasted my own thin watter cum all over his lower back. I had nothing
left from before.

	I pulled away looking at his face. The globs of my cum still stuck
in his wild hair. His stunning, defined eyes still closed. "You can open
your eyes now" I whispered.

	As his eyes peered at me, the look of love was on his face. He had
obviously never felt anything close to what we had just experienced. He was
dead tired. His eyes were only slightly cracked. "Matt" he softly
whispered. "Can I please stay here with you tonight? I'll be awake and home
before mom even wakes up." I smiled at him and all of his cuteness. I
kissed his forehead, pulled the pillow from under him. I laid down next to
him and placed the pillow, dry side up, under our heads. I then reached
down and pulled the sheets and blanket over us. He rolled onto his side and
laid half on top of me. He pulled his leg up to rest across my stomach. I
slid my arm under his chest and around his back, under his armpit. His hand
came around to softly grip my far shoulder. He laid his head next to mine
as I lovingly grabbed his bent leg. His button nose poking into my cheek.
	"That was incredible." He whispered. "Next time will you put your
dick inside me?" I was shocked at his request. It was a man's request.

	"Your way to small baby, you know how much that would hurt?" He was
quiet for a minute.

	"One day I'll be big enough and you'll do it for me right?"

	"If that is what you want" I replied. Joey let out a quiet moan of
satisfaction. We then laid there for a wile, perfectly still. In absolute
silence. And as we drifted off to sleep, I heard him whisper

	"Matt. I love you"

	Softly I replied, "I love you too baby" and with that, we fell to
sleep in each other's arms.