Date: Fri, 09 Mar 2007 13:13:23 -0600
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tyler Becomes a Man - Chapter 5  (t/b  A/b  oral anal)

The subject matter includes sex between a teen and a young boy and,
later, an adult and a preteen.  If you are not 18 or it is illegal for
you to read this, you are to leave now.

Copyright 2007 by Charles Hughes, all rights reserved.

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please note the change of email address.


Tyler Becomes a Man - Chapter 5


As the weeks went by, I think there was no part of little Tyler's body I
had not seen, caressed, kissed.  As I lay in my bed at night, playing
with my cock and balls and ass, I relished the memories of his warmth and
taste.  But, more than the surface of my little man, I had come to love
the boy himself.  It was a totally unexpected development.  I went into
my relationship with a seven-year-old knowing the sex would be exciting,
but I had had no idea he would also captivate my mind and emotions.  I
had learned a great deal about boys, including the fact that even a
teenager could genuinely love a boy.

One of our favorite places was his treehouse.  It was often hot up there
in the tree, hidden from both our houses, the alley, the street, and the
entire world.  Our almost-naked bodies would be sweating already by the
time we climbed the ladder and worked ourselves through the trap
door.  And then our play and lovemaking would create more sweat for us to
use as we rolled together, pressed ourselves into each other, and moved
skin-to-skin.

It was there, as we were recovering from our play, that Tyler told me of
their vacation plans.

"We're going to Disney World, Chuck!  I can't wait!  I've seen pictures
and all...we're really going to go!"

I was happy for my little man, remembering the great times I'd had there
- the rides, the costumed characters, the mysterious wonderland for
children to simply enjoy.

I was toying with one of his little nipples as we talked.  They were so
tiny and tanned they were almost invisible against his skin.  They would
tighten and harden a bit, and there, at the center of his chest would be
two tiny points, two very sensitive spots, two alluring boytits that I
loved.  I lowered my face and licked one of them.  Tyler breathed deeply
in pleasure, but he continued to recite all the wonderful things he
expected at Disney World.

I kissed his little nipple, then sucked lightly on it.  I had to hold my
lips tightly together and open just a little at the center of my mouth in
order to play with only the hard nipple.  The tip of my tongue brushed
back and forth over it as I sucked.  So much pleasure could be given him
through such a tiny little thing!

His words had faded away as the pleasure overtook him, and he began to
make the little cooing sounds that I could feel through his chest with my
lips.  The fingers of my hands played with his tiny balls as I sucked at
him.

He pulled away to sit up and look at me.  "Why do men have those?"

"Nipples?"

"Yeah," he said.  "I know why women have them; it's to feed little
babies, right?  But men don't have babies, just women."

"That's right, honey.  But when you're becoming a man, Tyler, you learn
that your nipples are very, very sensitive.  You've already learned how
sexplay with your nipples feels so good."

"Oh, yeah," and he held his hands up to cup his little
boybreasts.  "That's why we have 'em?  To play with?"

"Well, it sure feels wonderful to finger and lick and suck them, doesn't
it?"

"It's awesome!  And mine'll get bigger, like your's, right?"  He reached
over and placed the tip of one finger against my nipple.  "When I become
a man."

"As you grow bigger, your nipples will, too, honey.  And when you become
a man, you'll have a beautiful chest.  I know you will."

I moved back against the wall of the treehouse and pulled him up on my
lap, holding him with one arm around his shoulders.  He lay his face on
my chest, then kissed a nipple.  He giggled a little, then moved down a
bit so he could get comfortable as he sucked my hard nipple.  I placed my
other hand against the back of his head, holding him against me.

I looked down at my beautiful little man, his dark hair brushing against
my chest as he nursed on me.  I felt so protective of him at that
moment.  I felt such a tender love for him.  I rocked him gently as he
sucked.  I hummed in pleasure.

My cock was pressing up against his little bottom, and I readjusted a bit
without letting him lose his sucking rhythm.  I pulled my cock up so it
was pressing into my belly, locked into place with his thigh.  I could
look past the gentle movement of his head to see the precum leaking from
my cockhead.  God, I would never know any more pleasure than what I knew
with my sweet boy.

As I rocked, his thigh and my belly were moving my cock.  As I felt the
touch, I looked over his head, and his finger was resting lightly on the
lips of my cock, brushing the precum as it leaked out.  I was fascinated
by the sight.  My precum was slowly covering my cockhead as his little
finger guided it to flow over all sides of it.  Could he possibly know
what pleasure he was giivng me with that simple aciton?

I knew that, between his sucking of my nipple and his fingering my
cockhead as it rubbed between us, I would cum soon.  Did he know it?  Had
my little man had that much experience yet that he could tell?  I
clutched him tighter as my orgasm approached.  I tried to keep my
breathing normal, but what is "normal" when you"re about to shoot a load
onto your boylove?

My belly was heaving with the effort to trying to control my orgasm, and
I finally gave up completely.  I felt as though I were relaxing, but
instead my insides clenched as my cock shot the first spurt onto Tyler's
hand.  He kept playing as I shot again and again.  As my cock spasmed
next to his little thigh I had a vision of shoving my hard cock into his
boyhole, and I shook with the violence of my next two shots.

It was all I could do to keep holding onto Tyler when my cock stopped.  I
was almost gasping for breath.  He had never even stopped sucking lightly
on my nipple.  I shivered as I became aware again of the suction holding
us together.  He pulled his face away from me.

"You had a lot of cum that time, Chuck," he smiled.  His lips were wet
with the saliva he'd been using to nurse on me.

I took his cum-covered hand from my dick and raised it, smearing my cum
all over my chest.  I didn't even have to ask.  He immediately started
licking it off, treating my chest with the tenderness of his little
tongue.

He rolled off me onto the mat.  For a little bit I was just too exhausted
to move.  Then I reached for his hand and licked the last of my cum from
it.  I stroked his little hardon with two fingers, since his manly
cocklet simply disappeared if I put my hand around it.  He lay on the mat
with his arms above his head and his eyes closed.  He was completely open
to whatever I wanted of him.

My eyes traveled from his smooth underarms to the belly moving with his
breath.  His legs were splayed wide open.  It was such complete trust.
He deserved the very best.  I stroked his dick a little more rapidly, and
he started the series of little sounds that meant he was completely
enthralled with his own sexual responses.  His sounds became a little
louder when I thumbed his dickhead with each up-stroke of my fingers.
Such music.

Soon he was pushing his dick into my fingers.  I quickly lifted my hand
and licked it, then closed it around his sweet boyhood, and I let him
fuck his cocklet into my hand.  At the same time I heard the gasps from
his mouth, I felt the quivering of his dick.

"Aaaaaa...mmmmm...Chuuuuuuuck..."

My sweetheart had a very good dry cum for a wonderful end to a wonderful
afternoon.

During the week they were gone I had nothing but memories and dreams to
jack off to.  There was one other thing.  Just before they had left, I
asked Tyler if he would give me a pair of his briefs after he had worn
them all day.  He had left me a pair of little white jockeys that looked
so small when I lay them on my bed.

At night I would often lay those little briefs across my face.  It felt
so terribly naughty when I inhaled his scent.  I would turn his briefs
inside out and put the crotch right at my nose.  It was wonderful,
smelling the scent of his cocklet and boyballs.  Just a hit of sweat and
piss.  And all boy, all my little man,  I toyed with the idea of cumming
into them, but I decided not to.  That would ruin the scent of boy, of
Tyler, they brought to me.

And I thought about that flash I had had when I had cum so hard the last
time in the treehouse, the image of my cock disappearing into Tyler's
little ass.  The image of fucking him.  Oh, I wanted to know the inside
of his little body so much!  I wanted to fuck him so badly!  We had never
talked about such a thing; I doubt if he even knew it was a possibility.

I did know one thing, however.  It could never happen.  He was much too
small, too little.  It wasn't that I had such a big cock -- I wasn't sure
I was even average for 15.  It was simply and plainly that he was too
little.  It would hurt him terribly.  And that might hurt him emotionally
in ways for which I could never forgive myself.  It would have to remain
a dream.

I was up early on the Saturday morning after they returned -- I wanted to
be in the backyard when Tyler woke up to his first day home.  And soon
enough he came running through the gate.  We moved quickly to the other
side of the shed where we couldn't be seen, and I got on my knees to kiss
him.  We hugged and kissed as though we'd been separated for months.

When we pulled apart, he said, "Here, Chuck...broughtcha something."  And
he grinned as he brought his hand from behind his back.

It was a little box from Disney World, and when I opened it I held a
little Mickey Mouse bobble-head in my hands.  We laughed as I made the
head jump around.  The base of it said, "You're my friend always."

"I wanted to find one that said 'I love you,'" Tyler said, "but I
couldn't find one."

"I know it means that, honey," and I gave him another hug.  "Damn, Tyler,
I missed you!"

We went into the shed to play, and we were soon naked.  He laughed as he
hugged my naked mid-section to him and kissed my cock.  It was very hot
in the shed, but it didn't matter to two boys who desperately needed to
please each other.

I picked him up in my arms and he threw his legs around my waist as we
kissed deeply.  One hand was around his waist holding him tight to me and
the other was cupped under his sweet bottom.  We pressed into each other,
and he wiggled against me.  The sweat was soon running down both of us.
I could feel his hard little dick pushing at me.

I just needed to touch him.  I raised the hand under his ass to his back
and got my finger wet with his sweat.  I slipped the finger down and into
his crack and found his tight hole.  As I touched it, he pressed
deeper into my mouth and groaned.  I played with his hole for just a
moment before I pressed lightly.  I felt it flex, tighten, and resist.  I
pressed lightly again, in and out.

He mumbled into my mouth, "Oh, Chuck...put it in...put it in me..."

Oh God, how I wanted to stick my finger deep into him.  But I pressed and
moved his hole around, opening it just a bit before it tightened again.
Even my finger was too big for his tiny seven-year-old boyhole.

"I can't, honey," I said.  It would hurt you too much; I won't do that."

My arms were aching from holding him, and I sat him down on the
worktable.  He looked disappointed.

"I wish...you could," he said, finally.

"You play with it don't you, your hole?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah," he said.  "I like it."

"Well, I can't, but maybe you can."

"Huh?"

"Do you want to try to put your finger in your hole, honey?  You don't
have to..."

"Oh, yeah!" he said.  "I never even thought of it until you...you played
with me there.  Yeah, I want to."

I sat him back just a bit on the worktable and brought his feet up,
sitting him cross-legged.

"Wet your finger, honey.  Here, this finger.  Then put it on your hole
and rub it."

He did, and he smiled at the sensation.

"Just keep rubbing it lightly, around and around, and relax back there."
He was following everything I told him.  "Rub around, and then push in
just a very little, like you're wiggling your finger into it."

I watched him consentrate.  Then he looked up with wide eyes.  "I
think...I think...it's kinda in..."

"Slow, honey," I cautioned.  "It doesn't need to be fast."

His widened eyes locked on me as his finger moved slightly and gently.
Then he gasped.

"I...My finger..it's open...I feel it..." he whispered.

"Gently, honey."

He began to breathe deeply as he looked back down.  There was nothing for
him to see, but I knew he was envisioning his little finger there,
entering his hole.  Then he sucked his breath in quickly.

"Chuck!  Uh...in...Chuck!  My finger's in.  I can feel it, all around my
finger."

God, what a gorgeous sight he was!  My naked little lover sitting, legs
open and crossed, his hand moving under his dick and balls, pushing and
probing at his hole.  Feeling the inside of that forbidden place for the
first time.

"Take it easy, honey.  You don't have to put it in too far the first
time.  Just enjoy it, sweetheart."

I could have cried at the ache I felt.  I wanted my cock there, where his
finger was.  I wanted to enjoy being surrounded by the heat of him...  At
the same time, I was so turned on by watching him finger-fuck himself for
the first time.

He whispered, as he moved his finger, "Do you do it, Chuck?"

I couldn't take it any longer.  I sucked on my finger, opened my legs,
and put my finger underneath me to find my asshole.  I slipped in.  His
eyes locked on mine again, as we finger-fucked each other.  I moved as
carefully as I could closer to the table and leaned to him.  He leaned
his face to me, and we kissed a wet kiss as our fingers moved inside us.

We both had to stop finally.  He showed me his finger and how far it had
gotten inside him.  I didn't think about it for a moment.  I just moved a
closer to that little finger and and inhaled the scent of it.  It was not
unpleasant.  I licked it once, lightly.  I don't know what I expected.  I
didn't expect anything.  It was Tyler, that was the only way to describe
it.  I savored Tyler on his finger for a moment.

"Me," he said.

I wasn't sure.  I wasn't sure he would like it or should even try it.
But I placed my finger in front of him, and he smelled it, then licked it
once, slowly.

"I like your cock better," he grinned when he stopped.

At least he wasn't revolted by what we had done.

I leaned in to suck the cocklet I had missed for a week.  What a
wonderful taste.  He pushed into me; he had learned how to fuck my face,
and he loved it.  He was grunting when he came and his little dick
seemed the sweetest thing in the world at that moment.

I cradled his head against my chest, but he soon wiggled down to the
floor.

"I missed it so much," he said, and I knew he meant my cock.

He began to lick the shaft and my cockhead.  My precum had been oozing
from it for a while, and he smacked his lips with the taste he loved.
Then he just took my cockhead fully into his mouth and licked rapidly,
sucking wildly.

My cum burst out of me as though I hadn't cum in a week.  I had cum
several times each day, but nothing was like this, being inside the mouth
of my lover. I groaned loudly as I filled his mouth over and over again.

When I was finished, he let my cock out and licked it clean.

"There's nothing like this at Disney World," he said.