Date: Mon, 16 Jul 2007 15:51:27 -0500
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: Caught in the Act     (t/b  oral)

The following story is fiction, describing the relationship of a teen and
a young boy, including their sexual experiences.  If this type of
material offends you, if you are not 18 years of age, or if it is illegal
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Caught in the Act    (t/b  oral)



My summer job was not a hard one, and I only got minimum wage, but I
needed to do something with my time.  And a little money was nice, too.
I live in a bump-in-the-road little nothing of a town, so little if you
blink when you hit the pothole you'll miss the whole thing.

I got to the convenience store -- one of two businesses on the corner --
to find the manager cussing at everybody in sight.  Something had gone
wrong with the electrical system, and nothing worked -- not the lights,
the freezer, the pumps, nothing.  He shut down and had to wait for
somebody to come out from the city to fit it all.

So I went home.  I'd ridden my bike down just 15 minutes before.  Hey,
I'm 16 and should be driving a car, right?  Sure.  Tell that to my
folks.

Anyway, that's when I caught him in the act.

It was Friday, and I usually put my clothes in the wash when I got back
from work, so I took off my shirt and threw it on the washer on the way
in, then went back to my room to change and get the rest of my dirty
clothes.

That's when I caught him in the act.

I opened the door to my door, and he was standing there, frozen, like a
deer in the headlights of the car I don't have.

I'd seen him around.  The Barton kid from down the street, Robert.  I'd
seen him around since he was, well, a baby, I guess.  Everybody knows
everybody in this place.  I'd noticed him more lately, though, riding his
bike up and down the street.  He was blond, and I'd begun paying
attention to blonds.  Blond boys, that is.

His eyes were wide with fright, like he thought I might beat the shit out
of him.  Then I saw what was in his hand -- a pair of my briefs.  And
they weren't from my drawer, either.  They were from my clothes hamper, a
dirty pair.

"What the fuck are you doing in my room?"  I yelled a little louder than
I had intended, and he jumped.  He tried to hide what he was holding;
there wasn't any place to hide it.

"I...uh...Ah...Don't...I just..," Robert stammered.

"You're stealing my briefs!  Damn -- I knew I was right!  I thought last
week I was short one.  You stole a pair before, didn't you?"  I wasn't
yelling now, but I wasn't sounding very friendly, either.

"Look...look...please don't tell my folks, please...sorry..."  Robert
looked like he was about to cry.

And he was a cute kid.  Yeah, I'd admitted that to myself recently.  He
wasn't even twelve yet.  At first I was embarrassed that I'd been paying
that kind of attention to a kid, then angry at myself.  Then I just gave
up and simply enjoyed looking at him.

He had the kind of blond hair that almost turns white in the summer, so
bright you almost need sunglasses to look at it.  It hung down around his
head like an upside-down bowl of sunshine.  When you got close enough his
bright blue eyes sparkled in the middle of his cute face, and when you
got just a little closer you could see a few very light freckles over his
nose.  Yeah, I'd paid attention.

Right now, those blue eyes were almost filled with tears.

"Sit."  I pointed to the chair at my desk.  He sat.

I sat on the edge of my bed, our knees almost touching.  He tried to hide
my briefs under his leg, but he just didn't have enough leg to make it
work.

"What are you doing with my dirty underwear?" I asked, a little more
quietly.  I really hadn't meant to scare the kid.  He'd scared me by
being there when I opened the door!

"Umm...nothing...I don't...nothing..."  He looked down instead of up at
me.  He saw my briefs sticking out from under his thigh and tried to poke
them back underneath.

He jumped when I reached over and pulled them out from under his thigh
and held them in his face.  He jerked back and stared at them, then he
looked at me.  He glanced at my bare chest, then he looked back at my
face.

And in that split second I knew exactly what he had been doing with my
briefs.  He'd been smelling them.  Smelling them while he played with his
dick.  Smelling my dick while he was playing with his.

I knew because I'd wanted to do the same thing sometimes with the briefs
that got flung around the locker room at school.  I'd known I was gay for
a while, and it was my big, dark, dirty secret.  I'd longed to touch some
of what I saw in the locker room and the shower, but it was all
impossible.

But I'd come home, get off the bus, go to my room and close the door,
strip, and lie on my bed dreaming about dicks and butts while I jacked
off.  Sometimes, when I was working outside or just sitting at my desk
doing homework I'd reach into my pants, fondle my dick and balls, and
smell my hand.  I felt dirty and stimulated at the same time.

"You smell them, don't you, Robert?"

The poor kid was quietly crying now.  Not a sound, but the tears were
traveling down those soft cheeks.  He wouldn't look me in the eye
anymore.  I couldn't see his face, but I could see the rest of him.  He
was already tanned from the summer sun, and his arms contrasted with the
white of his t-shirt.  He was wearing shorts that were now above his
knees as he sat, and his sturdy legs... Why did I always look at knees?

"You like smelling me in those briefs, don't you?"  I spoke slowly and
quietly.  I actually felt bad that I had frightened him -- and he was the
one invading my room!  "Do you hold them in front of your nose while you
play with your dick?  You do."

"Please..."  He looked up at me.  "Please don't tell my folks.  Please
don't.  I'm sorry.  They'll kill me.  Oh, god..."  He was beginning to
sob a little.  He rubbed one eye with the back of his hand and looked
down again.

I put my hand on his bare knee and squeezed it a little.  His skin was
warm, smooth.  When he
didn't respond I squeezed a little harder and left my hand there.  I
looked at his lap.  There was too much of his shirt and shorts in the
way; I couldn't tell if he was getting boned.  I was.

I held my briefs up to my face.  His eyes followed.  I inhaled deeply.  I
could smell it, me.

"See?"  I grinned at him.  "Nothing wrong with that."  I squeezed his
knee again.  "Nothing wrong with a guy playing with his dick, either."

He sat up a little straighter, and his face was a question mark.

"Nope.  Not a thing.  I jack off, just like you do.  In fact, it makes me
hard thinking of you getting off while you smell me."  I gave him another
grin.

I don't think he knew what to make of that.  I wasn't sure just where I
was going, either, but in the back of my head was a little voice:
There's a chance in all this somewhere.  And in that other head between
my legs there was another voice:  There's no room in here!

"Here," I said.  I handed the briefs back to Robert.  "I don't mind you
smelling them.  I just don't like you sneaking in here to steal them."

"I always bring them back," he said quickly.  Then, realizing what he'd
admitted, he turned bright red and looked down again.

"How long have you been doing this?" I asked him.

"I don't know...since...beginning of summer, I guess."  He kept his head
down.  "I'm sorry.  I just...I see you out in the yard...on your
bike..."  He glanced up at me.

"And you get turned on."  I stated it like a fact.  He nodded.

"I can't help playing with it," he said finally.  "I...it gets hard..."

"You're eleven?"

He nodded again.  "And a half," he added.

"It's okay," I said.  I was now more fully aware of the heat of his skin
against my hand.  "Every guy plays with his dick.  It's what they're
for.  And pissing, of course."  I grinned, but I didn't get any
response.  I lay my palm flat on his leg just above his knee, then I slid
my hand down to the inside of his thigh and just under the edge of his
shorts.

It was too late to stop now.  I wasn't just lecturing a little thief
anymore.  I was coming on to an eleven-year-old boy.

I moved my hand away from his thigh and placed it over his crotch.  I
squeezed a little.  There was definitely something going on in there.  He
sighed.  Definitely.  I squeezed again.

My voice came out a little husky this time.  "You want to see my briefs
when they're full?"

He looked up at me, his blue eyes huge.

I kicked my shoes off.  My hands were shaking as I unbuckled my belt and
slid the zipper down.  I raised my legs to pull my pants off, and the
movement of my thighs gave him a good look at my bulge.  I stood up in
front of him, and my crotch was inches from his face.

"Your turn."  My voice was still husky.  I reached down and began to pull
his t-shirt over his head.  He dropped the briefs in his hand and raised
his arms.  The neck of his shirt caught a minute on his head and when I
pulled it a little more that blond hair fell back into place.

He was tanned from the sun already.  His chest was smooth, his nipples
almost tiny.  I'd caught more than a glimpse of his smooth underarms as I
pulled his shirt off.  There won't be a hair on him, I thought.

He stood without any encouragement from me, and I had to step back a
little.  He touched my crotch with his fingers, then drew them back and
looked up at me.  I took his hand and cupped it under my crotch.  I
squeezed it a little.  I could feel a wet spot at my dickhead, but I
don't know if he felt it.  I couldn't see his eyes because of all that
hair, but I could hear his breath catch in his throat.

"Your turn," I repeated.  This time it came out as a whisper.

He unsnapped and unzipped his shorts and quickly stepped out of them.
He'd been barefoot when I found him, and now he was covered only by the
very small white briefs at his middle.  He was looking at the floor, shy
or embarrassed.  The whiteness made the tan on his belly and his thighs
look even deeper.

I reached down and cupped my hand under his crotch.  He gasped as I felt
his hard little dick.  I moved my fingers around it a little bit and got
one finger under the edge of his briefs.  I wasn't sure what I was
feeling, but it was warm and smooth.

"We'll get naked," I said as I got on my knees in front of him.  I pulled
his briefs down.  When they dropped to the floor, he stepped out of
them.  I was closer to another dick than I had ever been in my life.

His skin at his groin was smooth and pearly white.  The flatness of his
belly contrasted with the mound below it.  Not a hair on it.  There was a
tiny mole just to the right of his dick.  And just below the mound was
his stiffie, pointing out and just a bit up.  I put my hands on the back
of his thighs, and I just sat there and looked.

His hard little dick.  It was the smallest dick I'd ever seen.  Maybe
two-and-a-half inches, a little more.  No bigger around than my little
finger.  It was several shades darker than his white skin.  His dickhead
looked like a miniature, something that should be on a doll.  Tiny,
perfectly round, with the hole looking so small it almost wasn't there.
He shifted his weight a little, and his dick wobbled.  I lowered my head
to find his balls.  There were so tight up against him, still mostly
inside, nothing more than little lumps.

I realized that I had been breathing deeply.  He probably felt my breath
on his dick.

Standing up, I realized I had his briefs in my hand.  "So it's my turn
now," I grinned at him.

I held his briefs up to my nose and smelled... well, sweat, I guess.  But
I knew where I'd probably find another smell.  I turned them inside out
and smelled the crotch, right where his hard little prick had been.

What was it?  Some scent... familiar, almost.  From my own briefs at that
age?  Yes, I'd smelled them.  What kid doesn't?  With my nose touching
the fabric and my eyes locked on Robert, I inhaled deeply.  There it was,
unmistakable.  A little sweat from a boy whose body got overheated in the
summer sun.  A little piss from a boy whose soft little dick dripped just
the few last drops onto the cotton.  And something more.  Just... I don't
know.  The scent of boy -- what else would describe it?

I was hard, and I knew my cock was leaking.

I stood up and hooked my thumbs at my waistband.  I pulled my briefs
down, and my cock sprang up, slapping my belly.  I tossed my briefs aside
and stood, naked, in front of little Robert.  I could almost feel his
eyes on me.

My hair is very light brown, but my pubes are pretty dark.  They're sort
of fan-shaped above my dick.  I don't have any other hair down there.  My
cock is a nice-sized one, if the ones I've seen in the locker room are
any indication of what cocks are supposed to look like.
I'm six-and-a-half inches and pretty thick.  I guess that's all right.
I'd noticed some glances in the locker room, but then it seemed that
everybody looked at everybody else now and then.

My dick is a kind of pinkish brown.  My dickhead is lots bigger around
than my shaft, and it sort of flares out at the crown.  So it's a little
pointed by the time you get to the tip.  And right then it was wet with
precum.

I bent down and got the briefs I'd just taken off.  I handed them to
Robert.

"Smell them.  It's okay, go ahead."

He took them, looked up at me, and held them to his face.  I could see
his chest expand with his deep breath.  His eyes fluttered shut for a
moment, then he opened them and looked up at me again.  He gave me a
little smile.

I took the briefs from him.  "Now, you want to smell the real thing?"  I
lay my hand easily on his head, but I didn't move him.  His hair felt
like silk.

Robert stepped closer.  He took my cock in his hand, and I couldn't help
but suck in my breath.  It was the first time anybody else had ever
touched my dick.  His small hand felt almost hot.  He looked up at me,
and I ran my fingers through his hair.

He got on his knees then.  He stared at my dick and balls -- smooth ones,
no hair there -- for a moment.  Then, all shyness aside, he held my dick
up, leaned in, and inhaled.  I could feel his breath, and my cock flexed
in his hand.  I spread my legs to keep my balance; I was suddenly a
little light-headed.

Robert leaned in so that his nose was actually touching the base of my
dick, right at the top of my ballsac.  I almost fell over.  He was
breathing so deeply his breath felt like wind on my balls.  My cock was
throbbing now.

He pulled away and just sat there on his knees and looked at me, moving
my dick around a little.  He used his other hand to move my balls.

His fingers on my cock jerked a little when some of my precum slid down
to his hand.  He looked up with a question in his eyes again.

I had to step away from this for a minute.  I sat down on the bed and
patted the place next to me.  He sat down.

"It's called precum.  Ever heard that before?" I asked.

"Huh-uh," he grunted.

"When a guy is old enough to cum... You know what that is?"

"The sperms," he said promptly.

"Well, some guys, before they cum get this stuff called precum," I said
as I got some on my fingers.  I licked my fingers, watching him.  His
eyes widened a bit, but he didn't say anything.

"Do you lay in bed sometime when you play with your dick?  I do,"  I
said.

Another nod.

I suprised him when I put my hands under his armpits and scooted him up
onto the bed.

"Move over," I said, as I lay down next to him.  We were propped up on
our elbows, facing each other.

I reached out and took Robert's stiff little peter in my hand.  He drew a
long, noisy breath.  The skin felt so smooth, but beneath the
smoothness he was as hard as I get.  With my finger and thumb I moved his
skin a little up and down.

Robert caught on.  He reached out for my cock, and his fingers were
suddenly all over it.  He tightened his fingers at the base, then
he closed his entire hand around it and jacked me a moment.  He stopped
to pull at the circle of skin just under the crown of my cock, then he
held my cockhead with his thumb underneath and his fingers exploring the
wetness above.

His hand felt like nothing I'd ever felt before.  I felt completely
turned on as his little fingers moved over and around my dick.

There wasn't that much of his little dick to explore.  I held just the
dickhead with my thumb and finger, pulling and turning slightly.  He
moaned a little at that.  I let my fingers slide down underneath to find
his balls.  I couldn't believe how small they were.  Were mine
ever that little?

Maybe Robert was following my lead.  His fingers went to my balls,
lifting the sac and feeling the weight of it.  He moved my balls around a
little, and I raised my leg to give him more access.  He cupped his hand
under my sac and held it.  The warmth of his hand was wonderful.  The
next moan came from me.

"Let me make you feel good," I said to him.  My voice was husky again.  I
wanted to taste him.

He let me lay him back on the bed, and for the first time I really looked
him over.  His shoulders were a little wider than I'd expect on a boy
that age.  I touched one of his nipples, and he moaned again.  Then he
grinned at me.

"We can have some fun if you want, Robert," I whispered.

His grin became an ear-to-ear smile.  He was beautiful.  I was shocked
when I thought of that word, but it was the right word.  He was
beautiful.

I ran my hands down his chest to his mound.  His dick lurched against my
hand.  Maybe I should have warned him or something, but I didn't even
take the time to think about it.  I just lowered my face to him and took
his entire little dick into my mouth.

"Oh!"  His high little voice sounded his surprise and then his pleasure.
"Oooooo..."

What I held in my mouth, the first cock I'd ever tasted, was the most
delicious little treat I'd ever had.  It was hot, hard.  Smooth.  Soft
skin.  I pressed his dick against the inside of my cheek with my tongue,
and he moaned.  I moved it all around, my tongue so excited it could
hardly stop.

"Ooooo...oooooooo..."  His sounds only encouraged me.

A blow job.  I knew what that was.  A cocksucker.  I knew what that was,
too.  My hands went behind him to hold his round little ass against me as
I feasted on that little dick.  I pulled away just enough that the tip of
my tongue could flick rapidly over his dickhead.

"Ahhh..."  His hands were on my head now, but he wasn't trying to pull me
away.  He was pressing my head into his groin.

I began to suck then, moving up and down that little tool of his as much
as I could.  Every now and then I'd lick at his dickhead again.  I let
his dick go for a moment and licked down to his little balls.  His moans
were turning me on so much, my tongue began to fly.

I returned to sucking again.  I squeezed his little round ass as I sucked
his little boy dick.  His moans were interspersed with loud panting.

"Gonna...pee...gotta pee..."

I sucked faster, and in a moment I knew it was at the point of no
return.  His little dick seemed to expand just a bit, then it thrashed
around against my tongue.

"Ahhhh...OOOOOOOOOOOOO...."  He was loud.  His long, high-pitched groans
became a bit louder as his dry cum hit him hard.  "OOOO...UHHHHHH..."

He thrust his groin at me like he wanted his dick to crawl down my throat
-- and I would have welcomed it!  I held his ass tight against me, but
the rest of his body jerked and shook.

Then, suddenly, his body was a limp as an old sock.  He gasped for
breath.  I pulled away from his dick and lay on my elbow next to him
again.  I watched him enjoy the afterglow.  His eyelids fluttered a few
times, then he looked up at me.

"What...what happened?"  I could barely hear his whisper.

"You never did that before?" I asked.  He shook his head.  "That was a
dry cum.  Like shooting cum, only you're too young to have cum yet.
Pretty great, huh?"

"You mean... That's how you feel when you cum?"

"Sure is," I smiled.

He lay still for a while.  His eyes were closed again.  I had no idea
what he was thinking.  I stroked my dick, and the precum started flowing
again.

He sat up so suddenly he startled me.  He turned around quickly and got
his face at my groin; without hesitating a moment, he took my cockhead
into his mouth.

"Oh, my god!"  The heat!  The wetness!  I'd never, never... I just didn't
know it could be so good.

He couldn't take anything more than just my cockhead, but he was sucking
on it like a baby sucks a tit.  I lay back on the bed, and he moved with
me without missing a beat.  He crawled over my thigh so he was between my
legs and continued to suck.

I knew it was going to happen fast.  I had no control over it.  I pulled
my cock from his mouth just in time to shoot my first shot on his cheek.
The second traced across his lips onto his chin.  I had to close my eyes,
my cumming was so intense.  I shot a big load.

I was breathing deeply and loudly when I finished.  I opened my eyes to
find my little buddy staring at my cockhead, grinning like he had just
discovered the mother load.  My cum was running down his right cheek, and
his tongue found the cum on his lips.  He licked it, laughed happily, and
licked some more.  He put his hand to his chin, feeling the wetness and
warmth there.  When he pulled his hand away, his finger tips were covered
with my cum.

I grabbed him by his shoulders and pulled him up on top of me.  He
grinned as I took his hand and licked his fingers clean.  Then I started
on his cheek and chin.  I had never, never thought of kissing a boy of
any age, but when my tongue found his lips I kept on going.  He was
startled when I got inside his mouth, but he caught on, and his tongue
played with mine.

We were both out of breath when we pulled apart.  He lay his head on my
shoulder; the rest of his body was covering me like a blanket.  We just
lay there, while I held him with one hand on his back and the other
cupped around his warm ass.

"When you leave," I whispered, "you can take those briefs I just took
off.  But you have to bring them back."

He raised up enough to look at me.

"And you leave me yours," I added.

He looked at me blankly for a moment, then he grinned widely.

"I get off work at 2:30 every afternoon Monday through Friday.  My folks
don't get back from work until around 6.  We'll have a good three hours.
Just bring my briefs back, okay?"

"Okay," he grinned.

"Then when you leave, you can take that day's pair with you.  Okay?"

"Okay."

"And I keep yours.  We'll trade."  I couldn't help but grin at the
thought of smelling his little briefs during one of my jack off sessions.

"Okay," he agreed with a grin.

And that's how it worked.

We both became pretty good cocksuckers that summer.