Date: Sun, 04 Nov 2001 02:46:46 +0000
From: Fun Tails <funtails@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Yellow"

'What is he doing?' thought Steve. Through his windscreen wipers' flashing
motion he barely made out the boy in the hooded raincoat as he passed him.
It had to be a boy. Who else would be jumping in a sidewalk puddle during
the worst kind of Indiana lightning storm? 'Good thing this is a quiet
block,' Steve thought as he made the right turn at Oak street 'He'd be in
trouble if there was heavy traffic.'

His garage had long since become a storeroom, so Steve had to park on the
driveway. He got out in the rain, pulling his briefcase over his head in a
cartoonish attempt to stay dry. Rushing into the house, he saw that the boy
had also turned onto Oak, still happily splashing in the puddles. 'Crazy
kid,' he thought as the sky went white with a flash of lightning.

Five minutes later he had stripped out of his wet clothes and, wearing his
bathrobe, he tossed his shoes into the dryer. The doorbell rang. 'That
kid's been run over and the driver wants to use my phone' thought Steve,
alarmed though he knew no such thing.  He opened the front door and indeed
found the boy in the yellow raincoat; dripping water all over his doorstep.
Even when the lightning flashed Steve could not make out the face under the
hood, but with the sharp explosion of thunder, Steve yanked the kid inside.

"Jesus, kid! What're you doing out there?"

The boy didn't answer. He just looked around the hallway, turned to Steve
and pulled the hood back. Steve finally recognized his visitor. Reddish
brown hair fell, wet, onto the boy's forehead. A pleased grin spread across
his lightly freckled face as he looked up at Steve. A drop of water slipped
off the end of his small, but perfect, nose onto his pink lips and he
licked it off.

"Peter!" said Steve

"Hi Steve," said Peter.

"What're you doing here?"

"I had nothing to do"

"But what about Florida?"

"I left early. Dad was busy."

"But still. That's a storm out there. Don't you know what lightning can-"

Peter had tucked his hands under his armpits and he struggled to control
his chattering teeth.

Steve said, "Christ, you must be frozen."

"Like a Popsicle," said Peter through his gritted smile. It was an old joke
of theirs and Steve had to smile through his anger.

"I'll go get some towels. Strip out of those wet clothes." As Steve moved
past the boy, however, Peter grabbed his waist and hugged him. Steve first
tried to push him aside, intent on the towels in the hall closet, but as
soon as the wet, squirming boy held him tight, Steve reciprocated. With one
hand he pressed the young face into his chest and with the other stroked
the boy's back as Peter clung to Steve's left side.

Peter said, "I'm glad I came back early. Florida was boring without you."

"Well, I'm glad you're back," said Steve bending low to kiss the boy's wet
head. "Now stop humping my leg, you horny little puppy."

Peter sprang back, covering his mouth as he laughed with childish delight.
His eyes were gleefully bright at having been found out at his mischief.

Steve rushed off and grabbed four towels from the closet. When he got back,
Peter had not moved.

"Peter! I said to take those things off. You'll die of pneumonia."

"I want you to take them off."

"Christ, kid. This isn't some game."

Peter still didn't budge. He only smiled and slowly rocked on his planted
feet.

"Dammit," said Steve, dropping the towels in front of Peter and kneeling.
He grabbed the zipper on the bright yellow raincoat and yanked it halfway
down. The raincoat opened, revealing smooth, tanned skin. Again, Peter's
eyes had gone bright. Steve looked up at them, quickly comprehending.

"You little."

"Do you like my tan?" asked Peter. "I spent hours on the beach."

Steve stared, admiring the bare chest and stomach before him. He imagined
this boy dancing the four blocks to his house wearing nothing but this
yellow raincoat-

"You're not. totally. naked under there are you?" he asked.

Peter arched one eyebrow and smiled. "What do you think?"

"Oh my God, you are."

"Come on, unwrap me," urged the boy. "I'm really freezing here."

"Oh, right. Sorry." Steve reached forward and took the zipper again. He
pulled it all the way down and the raincoat parted before him, revealing
hairless legs and a smooth, stiff dick. Steve pushed the raincoat off
Peter's shoulders and it fell to the carpet. He stared at the boy, taking
in the beauty he had not seen for a week.

"Finish the job Steve. I'm sure I look ridiculous in just these boots."

The boy was right. The sight of him wearing nothing but bright yellow rain
boots was totally comical. And totally stimulating. Steve was rock hard. He
took one leg at a time and eased each boot off Peter's small feet. Water
ran down the flawless legs, reminding Steve to get the towels. He started
with Peter's shoulders, wrapping him in the warm towel and rubbing
vigorously.  Tossing the wet cloth aside, he took a second one to the boy's
hair, gently but firmly toweling it dry. The third towel finished the job
on the thin legs and the last one served as a makeshift robe.

"Better?" Steve asked.

"Yeah."

Steve held the boy close and looked into his eyes.

"Welcome back, kid." He kissed the boy's moist lips and then pulled back.
Peter had closed his eyes, to savor it. Steve kissed him again, harder.
Peter returned the kiss, grabbing Steve's head and pulling them together.
Steve stroked the firm boybutt through the soft towel. Peter's lips tasted
like rain.  In fact, as Steve broke the kiss and breathed in, it seemed
that the rain had permeated every fiber of the boy. His skin was still damp
as Steve slipped the towel off him.

It was not hard for Peter to undress Steve; just a pull on the waistband of
the robe and Steve was as naked as his young lover. Steve backed Peter
slowly over to the couch, slipping his hands firmly all over Peter's
smooth, cool body. As the boy lay back in the couch, Steve nuzzled his
neck, nibbled his ear and stroked his tousled storm-slick hair.

Peter whispered into his ear, "Are you gonna suck me?"

"Like a Popsicle!" roared Steve and, laughing, made his way down the boy's
chest. It rose and fell with deep breaths, music to Steve's mind. The
brightest flash of lightning yet interrupted the breathsong. The lights
went out and Steve made to rise. Peter stopped him, placing his small hands
on the man's head.

"It'll be OK," Peter said. "It's just the storm."

Wordlessly, Steve continued to trace his lips towards the boy's charged
dick.  He was in no rush, and in the almost continuous lightning he saw
flashes of the boy's expression. Peter's eyes were closed, his tongue just
poking through his lips as he groaned, unheard under the thunder.

Steve's cheek brushed the stiff dick and he ignored it, kissing his way
down the boy's left leg. He skipped over to the right soon after and worked
his way back up. When he got to it, he licked the tight nutsack, sucking
the balls one after the other. Peter was gripping his head tight now with
need, fingertips pressing into Steve's flesh.

Steve relented and took the boydick between his lips, sucking on the
swollen head. He spread the boy's legs, hooking one over the back of the
couch, to get at the tasty, little dick. Steve worked his tongue all over
the dickhead as he sucked, licking and swiping. Fingers pushed his head
lower as Peter's urge grew. Taking it all in to his mouth, Steve began an
up and down motion on the boy's eager dick. He would pull back along the
shaft till his lips reached the shaft and then slurp the entire penis back
into his mouth, only to repeat the process.

With the lightning and thunder barely registering in his brain, Steve
worked the boy's penis. He took a brief pause from the blowjob to suck
three fingers into his mouth and then went right back down on Peter's
boydick as he slipped the fingers to the boy's backdoor. The first finger
went in with a bit of effort and Peter's body stiffened in excitement.
Steve wriggled the finger around inside the boy's ring and Peter jerked
about in Steve's mouth.

Realizing the boy was close to cumming, Steve backed off and moved up the
boy's body. He brought his stiff cock to Peter's waiting mouth.

"Get me ready."

A bright flash of lightning illuminated the scene as Peter reached out with
his tongue and licked along Steve's thick shaft. By the time the next flash
came, Peter had taken the knob of the cock into his mouth, the intrusion of
the flesh failing to remove the lust filled smile. Steve continued to get
only glimpses of the boy sucking on his cock, but he felt every slurp and
lick and suck as the kid worked his head onto and off of the shaft. Peter
could not get it all, but he managed to do wonders with the half he could
fit in his mouth.

Hips moving, Steve helped the boy get as much cock as he could take. He
stroked the boy's hair, gently encouraging his eager, sucking mouth while
urging him on with his pleasured cries.

"Jesus. Ohhh yeeaaaaahh. Ohhh God. Suck me, suck me so I can put this cock
in your tight ass."

Steve knew the boy's ass was tight and that a festival of bliss awaited him
there, but the sucking and licking and the sweet, lightning-viewed image of
Peter's cute face taking his stiff cock were too much.  'Fuckit,' he
thought. 'I can screw him later. Right now I just want to feed him a week's
worth of cum and see him try to swallow it all.'

He sped up his fucking of the boy's mouth, but Peter sensed Steve's change
of mind and stopped sucking, releasing the cockhead from his mouth.

"Oh no you don't," said Peter. "I've been waiting a week for you to fuck me
and now you're gonna."

Losing a great blowjob and the chance to cum all over a cute boy's face was
hard, but Steve was being offered an equally great treat. He did not
hesitate and moved back between Peter's legs.

'Even here he tastes like rain,' thought Steve as he licked across the
boy's puckered opening. After a few licks, Steve started to explore with
his tongue, burrowing deeper and deeper into the boy's moist passage. When
he had gone as far as he could, nose firmly pressed against tender boy
balls, Steve let up. He rose and positioned himself at the entrance to the
boy's pleasure hole. Leaning down, he kissed the boy, wrapping his arms
around Peter's thin torso.

Lightning blazed through the windows as Steve's cockhead made contact with
the small opening and he could swear all the electricity in the air was
coursing through his organ at that moment. He felt the familiar stiffening
of Peter's body under him as he pushed forward. The boy was ready for him,
no doubt, but it would still be slow going. Which was great for them both.
Each half a centimeter gain by Steve's thick cock along the boy's chute
caused a tremor in Peter's stiff body, reducing him temporarily to
boyjello.

Soon he was fully in and Steve continued to kiss the quivering boy. His
fingers ran through the damp hair on Peter's head and the fine ones along
his legs. It was a full five minutes before Steve actually started fucking
the boy; slow movements at first, giving them both time to revel in the
experience.  Rumbling thunder pushed them faster, and Steve found it
difficult to maintain the kisses under his steady rocking. He preferred to
kiss as he made love, but the need within him was too great and the warm,
tight hole he was in gave his cock no reason to slow down.

Regretful, he raised his torso, looking down into the boy's shining eyes as
he sped up.  Faster and faster he lanced into the tight grip of the
boybutt.  Peter's eyes stayed bright and alert. He seemed conscious of
every thrust as a unique moment and groaned at each entry; sighed with each
withdrawal.  Steve expressed his enthusiasm less delicately.

"Ohhhh yeeaah. Sweet Christ! Oh God, oh yessss."

The boy's dick was stiff between them as Steve rubbed over it in his
thrusts.  Peter's cries grew higher pitched in Steve's ear and he sped up,
racing to arrive at the same time as the boy. Thunder boomed right on top
of them and Steve pushed on, feeling as if his entire life was just his
cock sliding in and out of the boy's moist, warm fuck tunnel.

The boy touched orgasm, the alertness never leaving his eyes. Steve was not
so lucky. As he came, his eyes lost focus, every bit of his mind used up in
taking in the sensations as he came.

"Oh Jesus Christ! Oh yess.yes. yes, yes yes yesyesyes. Yyeeeeeeeaaas! Oh
LORD, Yes!"

Steve could not tell the lightning from the bursting sensations in his
mind.  He stiffened and shook as he shot over and over into the boy's
churning hole. In between spurts, Peter's happy face swam into view,
smiling the smile of the righteously mischievous. Steve collapsed to feel
the boy shuddering under him as the last of Peter's orgasm flowed through
his small body.

They recovered, Steve timing his breaths to Peter's deep ones. The cold of
the storm had prevented them from sweating and Steve felt that was just
fine. He caressed the smooth skin of the boy under him sprinkling kisses
all over the young face until he panted his tongue firmly into the boy's
mouth and gave him a long deep one.

After a while the thunder receded as the storm moved on. They lay in the
dark listening to each other. Peter lay spooned against Steve's naked body.
The now dry raincoat made a yellow blanket over them.

Peter said, "You know, for a perverted child molester who gets his kicks
fucking little boys, you sure call out for God a lot."

Steve grazed his nose along the back of Peter's head. His cock had been
hard again for the last few minutes and lay snugly in the cleft of the
boy's welcoming ass.

"That's cuz he sent me a piece of heaven, my boy."

The End

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