Date: Thu, 15 Mar 2007 12:27:25 -0600
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tyler Becomes a Man - Chapter 8   (A/b oral anal urination)

The story, completely fiction, develops the relationship between an adult
and a preteen, including their sexual adventures together.  If it is
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Tyler Becomes a Man - Chapter 8


It wasn't exactly a routine, but we developed a way of handling our time
so that we actually got some work done.  We painted both the bedroom and
my study after the garage was done.  We also had plenty of time to sit at
the kitchen table and talk as we ate.  And we sure talked a lot in
bed.  Tyler was a wonderful boy, my little man -- curious, sharp, funny,
intense, sensitive.

He loved running around the house naked, and watching his 12-year-old
body move and stretch and turn was enough to keep me hard most of the
time.  Watching his hard dick and his lovely globes of ass bounce -- it's
a wonder I got any work done at all!  He wanted to finish painting the
dining room in the nude, but I told him that unless he wanted to scrape
the dried paint off his cock it probably wasn't a good idea.

After his first fuck (and he came to love the word), he could hardly get
enough.  He was sore but always eager for more.  I had to pace our
lovemaking, at least our fucking, until his ass became a little more
comfortable with me.  I was so happy that I had finally gotten into the
body of this boy I'd loved since he was seven.

And then he fucked me.  I never asked, because I thought he might feel
obligated.  Of course, I wanted to feel his hard four-inch Tyler-dick in
me.  But one afternoon he asked me if I had been fucked, and I told him
about my friends in college, especially the one I had been with my last
year.

"Yeah, but I mean by a boy.  Like me," he said.

"No, baby, I've never been fucked by a boy.  Honey, I've never been with
any boy except you."

"Is it okay, Chuck...I mean, can I fuck you?"

"Honey, oh god, I would love that."

Tyler took charge.  My little man became the supervisor there in the
middle of my king-sized bed.  He had me lie on my stomach while he got
the lube from the drawer, then he spread my legs apart.  He leaned in
close to my ass first, spread my cheeks, and kissed my asshole.  He
licked me there, and I could have savored that sensation all night, but
he was eager to fuck.

"I know you don't have your cherry," he said -- he had learned to love a
lot of the slang terms about sex -- "but I'm going to pretend you do, and
I'm going to take your cherry with my big dick.  My big man dick."  He
was grinning, poking fun at himself.  I swear, this child is
more self-assured that some teenagers!

He moved to try different positions and finally wound up lying on me as I
spread my ass cheeks for him.  He got his boycock into position -- the
touch of his cockhead on my hole sent shivers through me -- and pressed.
I relaxed and opened for him.

"Oooo, Chuck...I'm going in!"

My ring snapped to hold his cockhead in, and his little dick just
wouldn't go much further.  He wiggled and moaned at the sensation of
having his cockhead caught and completely surrounded with the heat.  I
flexed my asshole for him, and he gasped each time.  He began to move
more frantically, around and around and, as much as he was able, up and
down.

"Uhhhh....so good in you...fuck gonna cum, Chuck..."

His low murmurs became louder gasps as his young cock spewed his boycum
into me.

"Oooooo so fucking good oh so yea o good...ahhhhhhh..."

I nursed his cock with my ring as his pleasure mounted.  I pictured his
boydick spewing his young cum into me, and I felt the precum ooze out of
my cock.  Finally he was through, and he collapsed on me, his spent cock
slipping out.  How I wanted him to stay!

I rolled over to stroke his back.  He was developing so well.  As he
turned over, I let my hand remain on him and found a nipple to rub.  He
was still overwhelmed by it all.

Finally he opened his eyes and asked, "Are you going to fuck me now,
Chuck?  Make love to me that way."

I lay back and pulled him onto me, arranging him so that he was sitting
on my belly, his legs straddling me.  I pulled at his four inches; he was
had again, so soon.  My little man was a real stud!

"This time you're in control," I said.  I explained how he could sit on
and ride my cock, and his eyes lit up at this new adventure.

He raised himself up and stroked my cock a few times, smearing my precum
up and down it.  Then he positioned himself and slowly lowered his ass.
I felt the heat of his boypussy against my cockhead.  He lowered a bit
more, tenitively testing the resistance, then, sucking his lower lip in
to concentrate, he lowered more.  I felt my cockhead slowly pressing his
hole wider, his ring sliding slowly down my throbbing cockhead.  His ring
finally popped around the invader, holding my cock tightly just beneath
the crown.

"My cockhead's in, honey.  You're doing fine.  Just do what you want to,
Tyler."

I hadn't finished speaking before he had begun lowering himself more.  I
stared at the sight of my hard, wet cock disappearing as his smooth ass
devoured it.  Further and further down.  He never stropped.  Finally he
was seated firmly on my pubic hair, my cock throbbing and fully buried in
his young ass.

He shuttered.  Then he moaned, long and loud.  "Oh....fuck!  FUCK!  So
good...I love your cock in me!  Oh FUCK!"

He moved only slightly, seating himself more fully onto my cock, feeling
the hardness of it holding his tunnel open.  He threw back his head and
closed his eyes, reveling in the sensation of our being held tightly
together by my cock.

When he threw back his arms and breathed deeply, my cock almost convulsed
at the sight.  His beautiful hairless body, fully impaled, every part of
him enjoying it.  His hard little nipples, his smooth underarms.  His
belly was taut and moved with his deep breaths.  And his own cock, now
stiff in delight.

With his head still thrown back, he moved his hands to play for a moment
with each of his nipples, teasing the hard little knots into a deep
redness.  Keeping one hand on a nipple and moving the other to his dick,
stroking it slowly, he began to rise from me.

As he slowly slid back down, he opened his eyes.  There was such wonder
in them at the discovery of the pleasure that could be experienced deep
within a boy, the pleasure of which he was now completely in control.  He
rose a little further and fell a little harder.  He grunted when he hit
my pubes, but he continued to look into my eyes.  I felt a little shutter
in his insides, and he began to move more rapidly, up and down.

"Fuck me, yes, fuck me, oh god, fuck...fuck...yes fuck..o fuck..." he
chanted, never losing eye contact.  He moved faster, and the sensation of
the smooth walls of his tunnel passing over my cockhead and along my
shaft caused me to breath deeply.

I wanted to hold back for him, to let him enjoy his ride as long as
possible.  The sight of his thighs controling the motion of his body, his
belly moving with his panting, and his hard cock  bouncing up and down
and yearning for flesh was almost more than I could take.  But I kept eye
contact with him as I reached down to hold his dick.

I slowly thumbed his cockhead, but he was completely entranced by the
fucking he was controling.  Up and down, he rode with his eyes wide and
his mouth open.  His breathing was louder, each breath followed by a deep
moan.

"Honey...oh god...I'm going to cum...soon," I groaned.

His response was to move more rapidly, and my cock fucked into him
happily, then wildly.  I was stroking his cock now, trying not to let it
go in the throes of my own impending orgasm.

"Cum...in...me...fuck...me..cum...in...me..." he chanted.

His voice sent me over the edge.

"Oh yes cumming oh fuck yes oh fuck ahhhhhhh..."  I blasted my cum into
him, cumming so hard I half rose as my gut clenched.   It lasted forever,
and it was over far too soon.

I realized then that my hand held his own cum.  He had cum with me.  I
raised it to his lips.  He smiled and licked it off.  He leaned in,
careful to keep my cock inside him, and I raised up to meet him.  We
kissed deeply, and I could taste his cum.

After lying there on each other for a while, I realized it was
approaching time for him to leave.

"Baby, I think we really need to shower off real quick before you go
home.  Between the cum and the sweat, we're both a mess."

We went into the bathroom.  I followed him, enthralled at the sight of
his smooth ass bouncing behind him, the sweet ass I had just enjoyed.  We
got into the shower. Oh god, how I love this boy!

"Chuck...?" he said.

I looked over and saw the little impish grin, the ends of his mouth
barely curved upward.  He was suddenly a little boy again.

"Chuck, I need to peepee."

I laughed.  "Okay, little stud.  Aim and fire away."

I stepped closer for him.  His cocklips opened, and a small dribble
appeared to be followed by a strong stream of his piss.  He aimed for my
belly, then lowered the stream to cover my cock, soak my hair, and roll
down to cover my balls.  The strange sensation of being caressed by his
warm liquid caused my cock to wake again, rising soon to its fullness.

He grinned when he saw his effect on me, and before his stream became too
weak he moved it higher.  I leaned in a bit.  When he hit my nipples,
they almost ached with pleasure.

His stream fell and weakened.  I had to wait on my cock for a minute
before I could spray him back.  Then I started on his chest, moving the
stream slowly downward, hitting the still-hairless mound just above his
cock.  I could see the contrast between the yellow of my piss and the
whiteness of his crotch.

He turned around so I could wash his back, and the sight of my piss
flowing down over his ass and into his crack slowed my stream as my cock
wanted to rise again.  I finished and turned him around for a long, deep
kiss.

We were silent as we washed each other, enjoying the feel of warm water,
suds, and warm hands on our bodies.  We were both fully hard as we dried
off.

"Suck me before I leave, Chuck, please?"

We went back into the bedroom, and he sat on the edge of the bed, his
legs spread.  I kneeled in front of him and stroked his tanned thighs,
then leaned in and sucked his four inches into my mouth in one breath.

"Oh, yes," he sighed.

My little man, my little stud, just could not get enough of sex.

I sucked and licked him into a nice cum, getting the taste of him in my
mouth again as my reward.  We crawled up onto the bed for a quick cuddle
before he had to get dressed.

"Chuck, I want to tell you something."

"Sure, Tyler," I said.

 "Don't be mad at me, okay?  I mean...Well, see, there's this kid over
where we live.  Paul.  He's from India.  I mean, not him, but his folks
are.  He says he doesn't have any friends here because the other kids are
mean to him.  I think he means because his skin, you know?  He's really
dark.  Well, I kind of got to feeling sorry for him, he's only 10, so I
threw a baseball back and forth with him for a while, you know, that kind
of stuff.  And we went to the park over there."

"Yeah," I said.

"Well, I needed to pee.  I mean, I really did.  I wasn't pretending. And
I didn't mind him watching me.  So...  Well, when I got done I got hard.
So...  Well, I asked him if he wanted to touch it.  And then, uh, I got
him to pull his pants down and got him hard.  And, Chuck, I sucked him."

The last was said quietly, with uncertainty about my response.

"Did you give him a good dry cum?" I asked.

He looked up at me.  He grinned.  "Yeah.  You shoulda heard him.  Boy,
did he like it!"

I smiled.  "Good for you, honey.  I'm proud of you."

"You're not mad at me?" he asked.

"Of course not, Tyler," I said, as we sat up and faced each other.
"Tyler, you're a growing boy.  You are excited about sex, curious about
it, pleased with it.  I'm glad you can share.  And you know you must be
careful."

He nodded.  "You're really not mad at me?"

"Tyler, sweetheart."  I put my arm around his bare shoulder.  "I don't
own you, honey.  You do what boys do.  That's to be expected.  And don't
you ever wonder whether or not I still love you.  I love you, and I love
the fact that you're growing up to become a fine young man."

He hugged me.  "I want to ask you something."

"Okay, honey."

"Well..." he started, then hesitated.  "I mean, he, Paul, really liked
it.  You think maybe I could ask him over sometime?  Over here?  I mean,
with us?"

That caused me to pause.  "Well, Tyler, you don't know that he would like
what you and I do...he's so young, just 10..."

"Yeah," he countered, "but I was only seven, and I loved it."

"I suppose you can ask.  But you only ask him to come with you to meet a
good friend.  You don't say anything about sex, understand?"  He nodded.
"And you let me...uh...see if he has any interest.  We don't want to
frighten him, and you don't want to lose him as a friend, right?"

"Right," Tyler said.  "He's...well, he's a nice little kid."

We left it at that, but Tyler was apparently anxious to follow through.
That evening, he called.

"I saw him," he started.  And I could hear some excitement in his voice.
"We talked...I mean, I asked him.  Saturday morning?  Is Saturday morning
okay for us to come over?"

"Okay, honey.  I'll see you -- and little Paul -- on Saturday."