Date: Fri, 1 Apr 2016 17:43:09 -0400 From: Stosh Packer <stosh.packer@gmail.com> Subject: Young and Cute Dear Reader: Please donate to nifty to keep this wonderful site going. The characters in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to anyone, living or deceased, is completely coincidental. If it is illegal for you to be reading this kind of material, please leave now. This work is copyrighted by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal or private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. Please send me your comments, negative or positive: stosh.packer@gmail.com. Your comments will help me become a better writer. I hope you enjoy the story. -Stosh ------------------------------------------------------------------- Young and Cute by Stosh Packer It's great to be young and cute – I get away with anything! Having just a touch of a southern accent, which I can turn up a bit when the situation warrants it, makes things even easier. I say "Yes, Ma'am" and "Yes, Sir", I bring my Grandmaw flowers every Thursday, and I help out setting up for every Church sale. I'm smart but not nerdy, lithe but not overly athletic, and I have a smile and dimples that have saved me a time or two when the rest of the package has worn thin. Why just last week, as I sat in the Principal's office having just been accused of disrupting the class with "clown-like behavior", I noticed Principal Davis getting all flustered. He ended up sending me back to class without so much as a stern talking-to! I don't know if it was because I flashed my smile or because I slouched down in my chair and pushed my groin to the edge, making the natural bulge in my jeans protrude just ever so much. I've long had my suspicions about him, with the way he watches the boys in the hallway. I'll have to figure more out about him someday. But I'm such an "innocent boy" that he'd never think anything I did was intentional. But I'm not. I'm a dirty, nasty, sleazy, perverted teenager. And I LOVE my ass! I live for my ass. I started falling for my own backside when I was 15. For the last two years, I've done squats and glute exercises until I have the most beautiful bubble butt in the county. It's like two water balloons jammed together in tight-fittin' denim. I'm going to keep on exercising until I can pick up a pencil with nothing but my cheeks! At 5-foot-5, I've got a twenty-nine-inch waist, which probably expands another 7 inches or more if you measure around my butt. I've already busted out every pair of underwear I owned. I have to either go commando or wear a jock strap. Mama'd just have a cow if she knew how much I want to wear thongs... I'd love to know how they feel with the strap rubbing on my boyhole all day. Mmmmm... I can just imagine. But I don't dare ask, and I'm surely not going to buy my own and have Mama find them in the laundry. But I love my ass! Like every day, today I came home from school and headed on up to my room. Here I stand, in front of the full mirror, sideways, and kick off my pants. I watch in awe as I run my hands over the soft mounds, feeling the barely visible fuzz, running the tips of my fingers up and down the edges of my crack. I can't help myself – I get hard just touching my own butt. My dick starts to drool as I slide my fingers even deeper into the crevice, moving closer to my hotspot. I moan softly as I take my throbbing cock in my left hand while the right hand enjoys my backside. The precum leaking out of my stiff dick lubricates my hand as I start to massage and pull on my cock. After a few pleasurable strokes, I let go and put both hands on my ass. It's my ass that this is about. My ass that gets the pleasure. With a hand on each cheek, I flex my glutes and feel the soft mounds turn into rock-hard muscle. I relax the muscles and knead at the skin. I moan again. It feels soooo good! I pull my cheeks apart using the palms and balls of my hands, so my fingers are all free to explore. Like playing a piano, my fingers flutter along my ass crack, deeper and deeper until they are playing a melody on my boyhole. As I knew it would, the tapping on my hotspot causes a bubble of precum to burp out of my now raging hardon. I release one cheek and reach around to catch the slick wetness on my fingers and move my hand back to my ass where it belongs. I tap against my now spasming hole with the moistened finger and feel the hungry beast flex out, trying to grasp and trap the pleasuring intruder. Just the tip is caught, not even a full knuckle, and a bigger flow of juice seeps from my engorged cock. I watch on in the mirror, feeling almost like a voyeur – except I am feeling all the pleasure that I see happening to the person standing beside me. I moan again as I see the cute boy, with the awesome backside, getting overheated with passion. With a quick maneuver, the juicy liquid is retrieved, and again tapped onto and into my boyhole. This time, the pulsing hole grabs onto my finger and pulls it in to the first knuckle. I hold my hand still, feeling the velvety softness nurse on my finger. I move my hand out and back ever so slightly. I've never pushed more in than up to the first knuckle. Only twice have I put two fingertips in at the same time – and I know what happens when I do. In fact... I reach around for one more glob of precum, then spread my ass again to align my fingers. I tap twice on my boyhole, and push in both index fingers at the same time. As my ass ring grabs ahold, it starts to pulse. I groan wildly as my hips buck, my cock expands, my glans flares and out fires stream after stream of hot boy-cum. When the shooting stops, I stumble over to my bed and collapse for a few minutes. Once my breathing settles down, I lift myself back up and head into my bathroom. I clean my hands, then press a warm, wet cloth against my satisfied boyhole. After gently drying my hidden treasure, I reach over for the baby powder and make sure my ass and crack are thoroughly dusted. Back in my bedroom, I check in the mirror to make sure everything is properly cared for and slip on a fresh jock strap. I mop up the spilled cum on the floor with my dirty socks, toss them to the hamper, and settle down at my desk to do my homework – sitting, of course, on a soft, cushy pillow. Nothing is too good for my beautiful ass. I take care of it, and it takes care of me.