Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2007 15:11:12 -0500
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tyler Becomes a Man - Chapter 9   (A/b/b  oral anal)

The story is completely fiction and continues the developing relationship
between an adult and a preteen and, beginning in this chapter, a young
boy.  If it is illegal for you to read such material, you are to leave.
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Tyler Becomes a Man - Chapter 9

When Tyler and his new friend arrived on Saturday, I wasn't quite sure
what to expect or what would happen.  I decided to loosen up and just
see.

Little Paul was one of the cutest boys I've ever seen.  Tyler remained
Number 1, but Paul was pretty close.  He was smaller than I expected a
10-year-old boy to be, but that could have been because of his Asian
heritage.  And he was dark, as Tyler had said.  Beautifully dark.  There
was just a sheen of sweat on his little arms and legs (the boys had biked
over), and he looked like polished mahogany.  His hair was as black as
midnight, and his large eyes matched.

He was one of the most polite boys I've ever met, too.  Of course, he was
in the home of a stranger, so he was watching his behavior.  I had
decided we would watch a movie for a while, so, after I'd brought some
sodas out, we settled in.  The boys were on a couch, and I was on the
matching chair.

Paul was fully engrossed in the movie, and I was fully engrossed in the
boys.  What a beautiful pair they made.  Tyler, at 12, was larger and
filling out as his teenage years approached.  But Paul was still a
child.  Tyler was very tanned, but Paul was so much darker naturally.
They were both wearing shorts.  I was so familiar with those thighs Tyler
was showing me -- I knew how they felt, how they tasted.  And little
Paul, in his innocence, had spread his legs so that I had a nice view of
his dark inner thighs.  I was hard.

The boys had finished their sodas and set the cans aside.  When they
settled back, Tyler had his arm around Paul's shoulders. I was surprised
at his boldness.  But it was accepted; Paul moved himself a little closer
to his older friend.

In a few minutes, I was even more surprised when Tyler slid his other
hand down into his lap and started to slowly run his fingers down the
length of his cock.  The growing bulge in his shorts was obvious.  I'm
sure Paul noticed -- there was no way he couldn't.  Tyler was much more
daring than I had expected.  I wasn't sure but what we might have a
problem soon.

I was wrong.  Little Paul moved his hand to his lap and copied Tyler's
movements.  I couldn't see well enough to see a bulge, but then a
10-year-old, at least one as small as this child, doesn't have much of
one.  But Paul was clearly enjoying himself.  When Tyler moved his hand
to unzip Paul's shorts, though, Paul looked up and him, then over at me.

"It's okay, Paul," Tyler said quietly.  "He a good friend.  He doesn't
mind.  He understands."

Tyler got Paul's shorts unzipped and reached in for his prize.  I could
see him smile at Paul when he made contact.

"Me, too," came Paul's little voice.  Amazing.  Boys are much more ready
to play than I expected.  But then, I remembered Tyler at seven.  He was
the only boy I had known that way, and he had certainly been ready -- and
eager.

Paul needed a little help in unzipping Tyler's shorts, but his dark
little hand went right in.  He made a little sound as he found Tyler's
hard dick waiting for him.

I was so hard it was almost painful.  But I was afraid if I pulled my
cock out just yet it would be a mistake.

"We're safe here," Tyler said to him.  "We're not outside and nobody will
see."  With that, he pulled his shorts and briefs down to his ankles.  My
beautiful little man was so proud of his young manhood, standing tall for
him.  Paul looked over at me as Tyler pulled his shorts down, and I
smiled.  The tiniest of smiles appeared on his lips.

Tyler pulled Paul's shorts completely off, then kicked his own to the
floor.  My breath was taken away at the beauty of Paul's ten-year-old
body.  His chest was still covered with his t-shirt, but from his
bellybutton down he was completely naked.  A little two and a half inch
boydick stood out from his body.  It was as dark as the rest of him.
That dark little cocklet was absolutely beautiful.

"Paul's not cut," Tyler said.  He was speaking to me, but he was looking
at Paul's dick in his hand.  "See?  His dickhead still has some of the
skin up around it."

I took that as an invitation and moved my chair around just a bit to see
them both better.  I felt it was still too soon for me to do anything
else.

"Can I suck you now, Paul?" Tyler asked.

Paul nodded, and he looked up at me shyly.  I smiled, and he smiled back.

Tyler went down on the child, and Paul winced just a bit.  I would need
to show Tyler how to handle an uncircumcized dick.  But Paul then sighed
a sweet, long, sound of satisfaction.  Tyler's 12-year-old cock was
standing up between his legs as Tyler bent to his playmate, bobbing.
I moved, then.  I sat carefully next to Tyler, with Paul on his other
side.  I just reached for the cock I love and gently thumbed his
cockhead.  He hummed in pleasure with Paul's dick in his mouth, and Paul
moaned gently as the vibration pleasured him.

After sucking for a while, it was obvious that Paul was near the edge.
He was scooting around under Tyler's face, feeling a kind of urgency that
was so new to him he was uncertain of it.  He groaned, and then he began
his dry cum.

"Unh...unh...unnnnnnh!"  The sweet sound of a boy overwhelmed by his
experience of his own body filled the room.  It was music.

Tyler pulled away, but he kept his hand on Paul's little peter.  Again,
looking at Paul, he spoke to me.  "Isn't it a great little dick, Chuck?"

"It certainly is," I said quietly, almost afraid that my voice might
break the spell between the boys.  Paul looked over at me, and this time
the smile he gave me was full and happy.

Without a request, Paul leaned over to Tyler and licked at Tyler's cock,
still in my hand.  I let it go so the little boy could have this treasure
all to himself.  He licked slowly, obviously still a bit uncertain about
what to do but, just as obviously, enjoying himself.  I couldn't resist
stroking Paul's soft shoulder.

Tyler moaned at the sensation of the tiny tongue.  I could see his cock
throb, until little Paul opened his mouth, following the lead of his new
friend, and tried to take the cockhead inside.  It was almost too large.
But he kept it right at the entrance to his mouth, apparently licking at
Tyler's peehole, because Tyler's moans grew louder.

"Don't...want to cum...yet, Paul," Tyler said, and he drew Tyler off of
him.  Paul looked disappointed, and Tyler leaned in to kiss him on the
lips.  The freedom these boys felt to be so open!  But then, I remembered
it was Tyler taking the lead, and I had been teaching him how to be a man
for some time now.

"I want to show you a man's dick," he said to Paul.  He turned to me and
started to unzip my pants.  He saw that I was uncertain about it, so he
said, quietly, "It's okay, Chuck."

He didn't reach in for my cock; instead he pulled at my waistband.  I
raised up slightly, and he pulled my pants and my briefs to the floor.  I
was naked from the waist down in front of a little boy I had just met,
and my cock was givng me away:  I wanted anything and everything of what
might follow.  My cockhead was wet with precum.

Tyler leaned back, and Paul scooted forward to get a better view.  Tyler
held my cock and turned it toward Paul, raised it, lowered it.  He
reached between my legs, which I opened for him, to show Paul my balls.
It was as though he was showing a friend some favorite toy.  Which, I
suppose, he was.  He started slowly stroking my cock.

"See, Paul.  Our's will be this big some day.  Maybe bigger, Chuck says.
And the balls, too.  And look at all his hair."  He ran his fingers
through my pubic hair and pulled on it lightly.  He knew how I loved
that.

And as Paul examined a mancock, I examined his boycock.  So dark and
tiny, yet so hard!  I still had not seen his balls.  His mahogany cocklet
had my full attention.

"But we can do better in the bedroom," Tyler said."  He sat up and
actually took both our hands and led us into the bedroom.  Little Tyler
is in charge today.  My 12-year-old lover is blossoming.

At the side of the bed, Tyler instructed, "We'll let Chuck take our
t-shirts off."

I reached for Tyler's first.  I never tired of undressing the boy.  I
pulled his shirt up slowing, teasing myself; I knew exactly what would
appear.  I had looked and licked and kissed and sucked every inch of his
boy chest.  But it never failed to strike me as a truly awesome thing - a
preteen's chest, smooth and tanned, the tight little nipples so excited
at finally being revealed.

I wanted to kiss Tyler, kiss him deeply, but the instructions had to do
only with t-shirts.  So I turned to little Paul.  He looked so tiny next
to me.  My god, he was holding hands with Tyler now!  He dropped his hand
as I kneeled in front of him and reached for the bottom of his t-shirt.
My cock was drimmping with precum now, and it was pointing at the sweet
child.

As I raised his t-shirt, the belly and chest of this beautiful child
slowly appeared above his little stiffie.  I glanced at Tyler, and he was
looking at me, not Paul.  He was anticipating my pleasure.  Paul's dark
belly was rounded, with some baby fat at his waist.  His chest was so
small.  His little tits were almost invisible against his skin.  When he
raised his arms for me, the smoothness of his underarms made my cock
lurch.

"I'd like to put him up on the bed, Tyler," I said quietly.  He nodded.
I picked up little Paul; he seemed to light in my arms.  But he was
relaxed, smiling.  I don't think it was because of me.  I think it was
because of his trust in his friend.  That was sweet. I would do nothing
to this child that would upset him.

I lay him in the center of my big bed.  His contrast with the whiteness
of the sheets was startling.

"He's really pretty, isn't he?"  Tyler asked.

"Yes," I said.  And to Paul, "You really are a very good looking boy, a
beautiful boy."

Tyler crawled up on the bed and patted the spot next to him, where I was
to sit.  He then took off my shirt, and I was naked with two of the most
enchanting boys in the world.  He pushed against my chest to indicate
that I was to lie back on the bed.

"See?"  Tyler was now speaking to Paul.  "Rub his chest, here."  I
watched as Tyler's hand moved over my pecs, then Paul's warm little hand
followed.

"And like this," Tyler continued.  He rubbed a nipple with one
fingertip.  I hummed my pleasure, then I hummed again as Paul's hand
followed.  I closed my eyes and Tyler's voice drifted away as I was aware
of nothing, nothing at all, except the touch of two sets of fingers.  One
was soft and gentle, in control, assured, touching what those fingers had
come to know very well.  The other was soft and gentle, uncertain,
searching, discovering something those fingers had simply never felt
before.

They explored my bellybutton, my pubic hair.  I felt my cock lifted and
my balls touched, petted, rolled gently. I felt fingers feeling the hair
under my ballsac and between my legs.  Then the fingers moved to my
cock.  I felt it would burst at any moment.  Up and down the underside of
it, lightly, agonizingly.  Poking at my hard shaft.  Moving the skin
against the rod inside.  Running around the crown.  Barely touching the
peehole.  Slowly moving the precum around my cockhead.

God, I finally had to beg Tyler to stop.  I just couldn't take it any
more.  He simled at me, and I understood that his torture had been
intentional.

Tyler licked my cockhead, then offered it to little Paul.  The touch of
his warm lips was so light I hardly felt it.  Tyler sucked once at my
peehole, and Paul did the same.  It was all I could do to keep from
cumming all over his sweet face.  They took turns licking and sucking,
the shaft and the cockhead.  I was moaning as though I were in pain.  I'm
not sure it wasn't pain.  Watching their small mouths -- especially
Paul's tiny lips -- on my cock was almost too much.  For a few moments
Tyler was sucking and licking on one side of my shaft and Paul on the
other.  But I understood that Tyler did not want to me cum yet, so I
controlled it.

I had to clench my eyes tight in pain and pleasure as I heard Tyler's
voice.

"Now I want you to see how a real man cums."

And he started stroking my cock, from the base to the top of my shaft.
He was stroking upward, never downward; we had practiced that way often.
It didn't take long.

"Uhhh...god...I'm...oooo... Unhhh...Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

My cum was long and hard.  My body was racked with the intensity.  My
god, my sweet little man had brought me to a huge cum, one of the most
pleasurable I'd ever had.  And with a little audience, whose eyes were
wide open, taking it all in.

My cum shot high and dropped onto me, some landing on Tyler's arm.  When
it was over, I was so weak all I could do was lie there and watch them.
Tyler amazed me.

He raised his arm to his mouth and licked my cum away.  It was only then
that I realized there were several drops on Paul -- the contrast between
his dark skin and my white jizz was all I could see for a moment.  Then,
with Tyler's encouragement, Paul raised his arm and licked.  I could see
him move my cum around in his mouth.  Then he smiled shyly at me and
licked the remainder.

"Paul, you can jack me off now, and we'll let him rest a little."
Without hesitation, Paul's little hand reached for Tyler's dick and began
to stroke it.  I wondered just how much more these two boys had been
doing than what Tyler had led me to believe.  I smiled to myself.  Yes,
My little man is growing up.

I watched the dark little hand pump the cock I loved until the head was
so red and huge I knew Tyler was holding it back.  He had been resting
back on his heels, but he then raised up as the tension inside his body
took over.  His groans became louder, then he sucked in his breath as he
started to cum.

"Yea...yea...cum, make me...cum..."

His shots were beautiful.  His cum had gradually become a little more
white, and each time there was a little more of it.  His shots were
harder, and this time he shot his first spasm farther than I had ever
seen before, all the way across to the edge of the bed!  He shot wherever
little Paul happened to be pointing Tyler's cock, so one shot landed on
me and another on Tyler's chest.  By the time Tyler was done, there was a
healthy load on it on Paul's hand, too.

Without a word, all three of us grinned as we licked the cum Tyler had
shared with us.

Tyler lay back, exhausted.  The little director of our afternoon trist
was off-duty for the present.  I reached for Paul's tiny cocklet, hard
from excitment of Tyler's cum, and Paul opened his legs to me.  My
fingers found his tiny little balls, which I still had not actually
seen.  I stroked his boydick lightly, then moved so I could suck him.

Oh, how well I remembered the first time I had a boydick in my mouth!  My
sweet little Tyler, at the age of seven, surely had the most wonderful
cocklet any boy ever had.  I closed my eyes.  I heard little Paul's moans
of pleasure, and his sweet little dick thrashed arund in my mouth.  As I
remembered doing for Tyler, I used my tongue to rub his dick against the
smoothness of the inside mf my cheeks.  I pulled gently as I raked my
tongue across the tiny peelips.  And that was all it took.

"Unhhh....unhhhhhhhhhh...oooooooo!"

The sound of his pleasure filled the room again.

His dick spasmed in my mouth once, twice, then again.  I sucked gently
until his moans quieted, then let his boyhood drop from my mouth.  I lay
back against the pillow to find Tyler smiling at me.  We kissed, deeply.
Then we slid apart just enough that little Paul could get between us -- a
sweet child -- hard again!! -- sandwiched between two lovers.

Paul was facing Tyler, one arm over Tyler's side.  I raised up and could
see that their dicks were pressing into each other.  My cock nestled
against the warm, soft crack of that little dark boyass.  I reached over
Paul to Tyler, resting my hand on his ass.  I pulled us all close enough
together that my finger could reach into Tyler's ass and play around his
rosebud.

The little boy in front of me smelled so sweet.  The skin of his back was
smooth against my chest.  With the scent of boy in my nostrils and the
touch of boyhole at my fingertip, I actually dozed off.