Date: Sun, 9 Nov 2003 07:01:17 -0800 (PST)
From: DH
Subject: Me and My Boy: Part 4

Joey nearly jumped out of his skin the first time the doorbell rang.
This was the first year I'd actually planned a birthday party for him,
and he was excited beyond belief. Today my little man would be turning
eight years old. Boy how time flies.

The house was adorned with streamers and balloons. A large banner hung
across the living room that read, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JOEY !" A piņata in
the shape of a football hung from the ceiling fan. A cake stood on the
table, decorated with race cars across the top. On the left side of the
cake was a hole, where Joey had sampled the frosting this morning when I
brought it home from the store.

Joey ran to the door and flung it open. On the other side were three
boys from the neighborhood, all here at exactly 1:00. The smallest of
them, a boy named Billy, was holding a big present. Billy was a year
behind Joey in school. He was a little blonde haired kid with blue
eyes. His older brother, Bobby, stood next to him. Bobby was a year
older than Joey, and also had blue eyes and golden blonde hair like his
younger brother. The three of them often played together.

The third boy was holding just a card in his hand. His name was Seth,
and he was 12 years old. Seth was a bit of a loner, from what I knew of
him. He was a nice boy, withvery darkbrown hair that hung into his
face. He was skinny and gangly and sometimes awkward, but had a very
pleasant personality. He didn't play with the boys very often, as he
was "too old" to hang out with little boys. But this was Joey's first
party, and I didn't want to invite just two kids, so I asked Seth to
come to help me keep things calm. Seth had babysat Joey many times in
the past, so he was more than happy to attend. This whole party idea
being conjured up in the last minute, I didn't have time to get
invitations for Joey to give out at school, which was just as well. I
didn't want to have a house completely full of pre-pubescent boys
anyway.

"Come on in," I announced over Joey's head. The three boys walked in,
and went directly to the pile of presents on the end table.

"Dad, can I open them now? Can I?"

"Sure," I said, figuring that he and the boys could play with some of
the new toys for a while. I hadn't really planned this whole birthday
thing well. Last night Joey told me he wanted to have one, so I put it
all together this morning. A trip to Wal*Mart was all I needed to get
plates, a cake, decorations, and that piņata. But I had not thought
about, budgeted for, shopped for, or planned any activities. Oops.

Joey opened the envelope from Seth first. In it was a birthday card with
a ten dollar bill taped to the inside of it. "COOL!" Joey quipped,
giving Seth a big hug. He then opened up Billy and Bobby's gift.
Inside was a huge teddy bear that I could swear I've seen over at Billy
and Bobby's house before. Well, what could you expect on such little
notice?

Within a very short time Joey had torn through all the gifts that I'd
gotten him. A remote control car, a Hot Wheels racing set, a couple of
playstation games. I asked Seth to help Joey get the race car track set
up, and I got out the cups and plates and forks so that we could do the
cake next. I lit all eight candles. When everything was ready I called
the boys out to the kitchen table, and we all sang happy birthday to
Joey. Again he stuck his finger into the tempting frosting, and pulled
away a huge gob of it. He licked the frosting off the tip of his
finger, and watching him do so gave my crotch a stir. "No, D," I said
to myself, "you have a houseful of kids here^Å get control over
yourself."

I washed away the image from my mind, and cut the cake. After each boy
had finished I took their plates away and told them to go play, and I'd
set up for the piņata. I cleared off the dining table, and pulled it to
the side of the room. I hoped the ceiling fan would be strong enough to
hold up the piņata and take a beating. I pulled on it, and though the
fan swayed back and forth a bit, it didn't come down.

"Okay! It's piņata time!" I called to the boys. I got a large stick
from the backyard to use as a bat, as I didn't own one. All of the boys
came up and started yelling "me first, me first," so I motioned to Seth
who stepped back and brought his fingers to his lips, letting loose with
one of the loudest whistles I'd ever heard. All three little boys
silenced themselves immediately, and I began to speak into the silence.

"Birthday boy gets first crack at it," I said, tying a bandana around
Joey's eyes. The other two boys whimpered, but backed off as Joey began
swinging the stick around. I twirled Joey around three times, pointed
him in the direction of the piņata, and stepped back. "Go to it,
kiddo," I prompted.

Joey pulled back, and spun around with a huge blow. It missed the piņata
entirely, and the momentum of his swing sent him spiraling. He took a
few dizzying steps, still swinging the stick around and around. Joey
tried to stop himself, and got tangled up in his own feet, again taking a
few giant steps to try to correct himself. He came to a stop in front of
the hutch. I breathed a sigh of relief that was quickly turned to panic
when I saw Joey getting ready to swing the branch again, unaware that he
was about five feet away from the piņata, and less than a foot away from
the hutch.

"Stop!" I yelled out at Joey, but it was too late. He'd started his
swing. I saw the glass doors of the hutch shattering in my mind.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye, but it seemed for a moment as
though time had slipped to a crawl. I closed my eyes.

Instead of the shattering tinkle of broken glass, I heard a dull thudding
sound, followed by a short gasping screech, and a large thud, like a sack
of potatoes hitting the floor. I opened my eyes to see Joey standing
there with the stick still in his hands, and a smile on his face. But
Seth was on the floor in front of him.

"Did I hit it?" Joey asked excitedly, completely unaware of what he'd
done. He pulled off the bandana, and as soon as he spotted Seth lying on
the floor he realized what he done. Poor Seth had tried to intervene
when he saw what Joey was about to do, and got caught in the crossfire
instead. He was lying in a fetal like position, grabbing his crotch and
moaning. Little Joey had slugged him a good one right in the nuts.

"Are you okay, Seth?"

"Yeah," Seth whimpered. "I don't think he hit anything vital^Å it
mostly hit my leg."

"Why don't you go ahead into the bathroom and check it out, okay?" I
prompted him. Seth got up slowly and limped into the bathroom. I turned
back to the boys. "Okay, new rule. No more blindfold. One hit each
until it's broken, okay?" All the boys seemed perfectly fine with
that, and Joey got to take the first hit again.

A few minutes later, Seth stuck his head out of the bathroom door. "D,
can you come here for a minute?"

I told the boys I'd be right back, and to keep taking turns. I went to
the bathroom door dreading what I was going to see. I hoped Seth was
fine, and wouldn't need to leave, or that I wouldn't have to explain to
another parent why their child had been beaten with a stick.

I knocked lightly on the door to announce my presence, and pushed it
open. Seth was standing there with his pants around his ankles, and one
hand holding the hem of his t-shirt down over his genitals. "Sorry, but
I don't wear underwear," he said.

"Don't worry about it, dude. Neither do I. What's wrong?"

Seth sat down on the toilet lid, and spread his legs apart a bit so that
I could see his inner thigh. On it was a huge welt. I could almost see
the color of it deepening as I stood there. It was red and black and
blue^Å colors I'd never seen a bruise before. I took a few steps toward
him so that I could get a better look at the injury. A nice egg has
started to form. That was going to be painful for a couple of days.

"It looks a lot nastier than it really is, I think," I said. "Lemme
get you an ice pack for it to stop some of that swelling." I went back
out through the dining room to the kitchen to get some ice. The younger
boys were still taking turns whacking down the piņata. One tip of the
football had already come loose, but not enough to dump out the prize the
thing held inside. I returned to the bathroom and again knocked lightly
to announce that I was back. When I opened the door, Seth was still
sitting on the toilet lid, holding his shirt the same way.

Well, not exactly the same way. As I stepped closer to him, I could see
that the lower part of his scrotum was visible below the edge of his
t-shirt. His left testicle hung down lower than his right, and I could
see a shock of black hair in the innermost recesses of his crotch. As I
continued to look, I also notice that the bulge his package created
looked a little bigger now than it did when I first came in here. There
was no mistaking it: Seth had a boner.

I tried to dismiss it from my mind. Of course the kid had a boner.
Twelve years old, naked in a room being examined by someone^Å any kid his
age would have difficulty controlling the single mindedness of the male
cock. I avoided looking at it again, and pressed the ice against his
inner leg. "That okay?" I asked him.

"Yeah, D, that's good. Thanks." I got up and stepped back. I was
about to excuse myself to go back to the party.

"That should help the swelling go down. Keep it on there for ten
minutes or so." I turned around to leave.

"Is there anything you can help me do about this swelling?" Seth asked,
very quietly. I turned back around to see the young man sitting there
just as he had been, except he'd pulled his hand away from his crotch.
His cock, fairly impressive for his age, was sticking out away from his
body, directly at me. I could see it pulsing in time with his
heartbeat. I looked at Seth's face to see him grinning at me.

"Seth, what makes you think I'd want to help you with that?"

"When I was babysitting Joey he told me about how you made his feel
better after he hurt it. Can you make mine feel better that way too?"

So Joey had talked. I hoped Seth was the only person he had told.
"Seth, I don't know what Joey told you, but you must have
misunderstood^Å"

"C'mon, D. I won't tell anyone. Please?"

I only had to think about it for a minute.

I walked back to the toilet where Seth was sitting and took a good long
look at his cock. It was circumcised and very erect. It was about five
inches long, and ringed with very dark hair around its base. Seth took
off his t-shirt, so that he was now naked before me, except for the pants
around his ankles. He spread his legs wide open to give me a great view
of his crotch. His balls hung low in their sack, heavy with adolescent
cum. His pulsing hard-on pointed up at me, and I got down on my knees
and took his boyhood into my hands.

Seth moaned, and I brought my face down to his crotch. I parted my lips,
and opened up enough to take the head of his cock into my mouth. I
fastened my lips around the corona of his cock head, and began to suck.
Using my tongue, I teased the tip of his cock inside my mouth for a few
minutes. Every time I would run the surface of my rough tongue across
the underside of his cock head he would let out a groan, and his meat
would pulse in my mouth. I cupped his nuts in one hand and rolled them
around, kneading and massaging them. Seth leaned back against the tank
of the toilet bowl, and spread his legs even further apart to give me
ample room to move around in. I sat before him, Indian style, and went
to town on his cock. It's smaller size allowed me to go all the way
down on him with no trouble whatsoever, and yet it was big enough to
really have a good time playing with. I could taste Seth's precum
leaking out of the tip of it into my mouth.

I alternated sucking on the head, and going down all the way till my nose
was buried in his fresh young pubes. My chin would rub against his
nutsack, and I would give his nuts a light squeeze as I sucked on his
rigid prick.

I had been doing this for a few minutes when I heard the bathroom door
bang open. "It broke! It broke!"Joey was yelling as he walked in.
"Billy hit it really hard and the whole thing br^Å"

Joey was silenced by the sight in front of him. I pulled myself off
Seth's cock, and looked at Joey, not quite sure how exactly I was going
to get out of this one. Drawn by the sudden silence, soon Billy and
Bobby joined us in the bathroom. For the second time that day, I would
be saved by Seth's quick thinking.

"So, do you think I'll be okay, D?" Seth asked me nonchalantly. I was
still stunned into silence, content to let Seth spin his tale first. Who
knows, maybe the kids would believe him. "Don't worry about it,
kids," Seth said to the young boys. "Mr. D here was just helping me
out. Joey hit me pretty hard, so it swelled all up. You know, Joey, how
your daddy can make anything feel better, right? He's helping me
now."

Good, good, I thought to myself. Then Seth said something I hadn't
expected. "You boys want to watch?"

I had underestimated how much influence this young kid had over the
younger boys. All three of them were spellbound by what was happening.
Slowly, the three of them began to nod to indicate they did want to
watch. "Okay," Seth said, "then lets go somewhere more comfortable,
if everyone's gonna watch anyway. Oh, and one other rule: if you're
gonna watch, you have to take off your clothes."

"That's pushing it a little far," I thought to myself, but before I
knew it, I was surrounded by four completely naked young boys. Seth got
up, still limping a little from the welt on his thigh, and took me by the
arm. He led me back through the house to my bedroom. All four boys
piled on the bed. Billy and bobby were already playing with each
other's little stiffies, and Joey was eagerly watching me to see what I
was going to do with Seth.

I took off my clothes, exposing my hairy adult body to all the boys.
When I took off my pants, both Billy and Bobby fell silent, and stopped
playing with each other. They were fascinated by my big grown up cock in
front of them. I gave it a playful tug, just for their benefit, and then
sat down on the edge of the bed.

first, all the boys took a turn fondling and touching my big hard grown
up cock. I leaned back on the bed, and Billy and Bobby got on either
side of me. They took turns kissing my inflated cock head, gobs of
precum flowing out the tip of it. Joey leaned in and flicked his tongue
over the tip of it licking up the juice.

I leaned Seth against the headboard, and went down between his legs. I
took his cock into my mouth and resumed sucking on the delicious morsel.
The three younger boys leaned in close so that they had a really good
view of what I was doing. Seth positioned himself in the middle of the
bed, and Billy was on the left and Bobby was on the right. Each one of
them would lean in when I went up on Seth's cock so that they could get
a lick in. They seemed eager to taste the shaft of Seth's cock, and I
slowly became aware that this was not the first time for any of them.
All of these boys had experimented with each other sexually before. I
was the newcomer here.

I had lost track of what had happened to Joey until I felthis
lipstouching my own rock hard cock. Joey again tried to take my dick
into his mouth. I quickened my pace on Seth's cock, and his moaning
became more urgent. Bobby and Billy went up to the head of the bed, and
got up on their knees so that their tiny members were eye level with
Seth's head. Seth took first one, then the other little boner into his
mouth. Watching this whole event unfurl in my own bedroom, in my own
bed, I became aware of something I could no longer deny to myself. I was
a boy lover.

Just realizing this blew my mind, and I began to pump my load into
Joey's mouth. I heard him gag slightly as my big cum load filled up his
mouth and began to seep out the corners of his lips. As soon as I began
to squirt, so did Seth, filling up my own mouth with his young seed. It
tasted sweet and fresh, and I loved every last drop of it. Bobby's body
began to shake and I knew that he was having a nice dry orgasm from the
way Seth's tongue was working on his rod. I continued to suck on
Seth's cock until it went limp in my mouth.

The five of us lay there naked on my bed, our limbs intertwined with each
other. Every once in a while someone would grope my crotch as all four
boys were curious to touch a grown man's dick. We spent the next hour
in bed, all of us touching and caressing each other.

"Happy birthday, Joey!" Seth announced, and the four of us sang happy
birthday to him, all of us together, naked as the day we were born. As I
lay there, my naked body covered with all these squirming naked boy
bodies, little hands and fingers touching me everywhere, I realized: I
am in heaven.