Date: Mon, 3 Dec 2007 10:41:04 -0600
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: Caught in the Act - Part 2

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 for any
reason for you to read such material you must leave now.

Copyright 2007 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved

I will try to answer all emails: the.empty.room@hotmail.com

A note:  I had written Part 1 several months ago with the intention that
it would stand alone as a story on its own.  Readers, however, managed to
change my mind.  This doesn't mean there will be a Part 3.  But don't
hold me to that.



Caught in the Act - Part 2    (t/b  oral)


Well, after Robert left my room that afternoon I was looking forward to a
summer of fun.  He took my briefs with him, but I didn't even see him,
let alone talk to him, for almost a week.  And in our little town that's
hard to do -- go without seeing somebody.

That didn't keep me from remembering everything during my nice jack off
sessions -- or imagining what might happen next.  Must be all those
16-year-old hormones.

And he's only eleven.  "And a half," he'd added.  So am I some kind of
wierdo for getting it on with a kid?  What the fuck.  I'm gay, and that's
weirdo, too, they say.  In my book, it's just two guys with hormones
having fun.  Anybody who doesn't like it... doesn't have to know about
it.

Then I was riding back from work one afternoon, and I saw Robert riding
his bike.  He was some distance from me, and when he saw me he wheeled
around and went the other way.  Shit.  Now he's embarrassed or pissed off
or something.  I didn't think he'd tell anybody about our little
sniffing-and-sucking session because he wouldn't want anybody to know his
part of it.

For a while I was worried that, if he were really mad, he might just make
something up about me, make me out to be some kind of perv who took
advantage of him.  Nothing happened that way, so I guess he kept his
mouth shut.

Couple of days later he came into the store.  Sooner or later, everybody
has to come into that place if they want gas or last minute stuff they
forgot at the grocery in town.  He came to the counter where I was
working with a loaf of bread and a bottle of milk.

"Hey," Robert," I said.  "How you doing?"

He mumbled something I couldn't even understand.

I rang up his stuff and put it in a bag.  When he reached for it I held
it back a second.

"You okay, Robert?"

"Uhh... yeah, sure."  He wouldn't even meet my eyes.

I had a sudden thought.  "Look, buddy," I said, lowering my voice.  "If
it's worrying you, you got nothing to be afraid of from me."

He took the bag and left without saying anything.

So much for a suck-buddy for the summer.  I had to settle for jerking off
in the shower or in bed.  Or in the restroom at the store.  Or out in the
woods when I hiked around.  Or in the garage when after I mowed the
lawn.  Hey, like I said, I got those hormones to take care of.

Then, a few days later, I came home, stripped in the laundry room, took a
shower, and came back into my room.  I pulled out the drawer where I keep
my briefs.  And he'd left his calling card.  A nice pair of little boy
briefs.  Used.  I started to get hard just looking at them.  I picked
them up and smelled them.  Ooooo, Robert, you smell so nice.

I took his briefs and lay down on the bed.  I held them over my face and
inhaled deeply while I stroked my dick.  I turned them inside out and
smelled right at the crotch.  Yeah, just like I remembered.  A little
sweat from a kid who's been out riding in the sun.  A little pee from a
young dick that oozed out the last few drops into the soft cotton.  And
more... boy.  Robert.

I stroked while I pictured that little two-and-a-half inch dick, tiny but
so hard in my mouth.  And that little mole just above it on his hairless
mound.

I edged for a while.  Well, I intended to.  But memories of tasting and
smelling that cute little kid just got to be too much.  I came and came
hard.  I left his briefs on my face and my cum on my chest and belly and
just lay there for a few minutes.

So.  I am a queer.  I'd known it.  That was the way it was.  But to be
thinking about that little kid, eleven-and-a half, looking more like he
was ten... Smelling his underpants, for fuck's sake!  Maybe I was a
perv.  I felt pretty shitty about myself right then.

So, what was I going to do with his briefs?  I lay there thinking about
it for a while.  He had obviously wanted me to have them.  And he had
obviously known exactly what I'd do with them.  And the more I thought
about it, the harder my fucking dick got.  What the hell, I figured.  He
wants it as much as I do.

I went back out into the laundry room and retrieved the briefs I'd just
discarded and used them to wipe up the cum off my chest and belly.  I
made sure to use the inside of the crotch to do it.  Then I went back
into my bedroom and put them in my drawer and his right next to them.  In
our bump-of-the-road town nobody locks up, so they'd be there whenever he
got up the nerve to come in and get them.  If he got up the nerve.

And damn if I didn't ride right past him when I rode to the store the
next morning!  No shirt on.  So fucking cute.  He didn't even look at
me.  Didn't smile or anything.  What the fuck.

And when I got home that afternoon, his dirty briefs and mine were right
where I'd left them.

But they weren't the next afternoon.  There was a different pair of
little boy briefs there; I knew it was a different pair because they had
a Superman logo on the front.  Mine weren't there.  Was he still wearing
them?

Superman.  Well, Superman couldn't have smelled any better than my little
Superboy.  I not only put them to good use right then and there, I went
to bed with them that night.  Tucked them right up by my face.  Sort of
like going to bed with Superboy.  I put them back in the drawer the next
morning, along with my pair from yesterday.

And the next day when I got home, he was standing there in my bedroom.
He was so cute!  That blond hair falling over his face.  It didn't hide
his shit-eating grin, though.  And he was naked, except for his briefs.
My briefs, I mean.  He was wearing the pair I'd left for him.  They were
so big on him, he'd pulled the waist half-way up his torso.  Which made
the leg-holes pull up so the sides of them were up above his waist.  And
that crotch was tight against his boydick, right there where my dick had
nestled for a day.

I was naked, of course, because I'd left my briefs in the laundry room
again.  I went over to him and pulled him tight against me.  My hard dick
was pressing against his chest, and his hands were on my buttcheeks,
holding on for dear life.

"Thought you were mad at me, little buddy," I said.

He looked up at me with those big bright blue eyes.  "No," he said
quietly.

I picked him up and carried him to the bed; I pulled him up close to me,
and we just lay there for a minute.

"Is that... is that cum in there, Dave?" he asked hesitantly.  "In your
underpants, I mean."

"Sure is," I said.

"I thought so," he said.  He sat up.  "I... I licked it before I put them
on," he grinned shyly.

I reached down for his crotch and massaged his little dick and balls
inside my briefs.  He was hard.  All two-and-a-half inches of it.

My own cock was not fully hard anymore; it was lying against my thigh.
He reached for it and held it up.  It grew immediately, and he grinned.

Without warning, he leaned in and licked it.  I just about wound up on
the ceiling!  That wet little tongue of his felt red-hot!

"Aw, little buddy... Fuck that is soooo sweet..."

He sucked at my peehole once, and then he opened his mouth for as much of
my cockhead as he could take.  He had a hard time sucking that much, but
I could feel that hot tongue moving around.  He was eating me like he
hadn't had anything to eat in a week.

"Hey, easy there, Superboy.  I don't want to blow just yet."

He came off my cock and started giggling.  "Why did you call me
Superboy?"

"Because of the briefs you left for me last time," I grinned.

"Oh," he said, still giggling.  "I can be Spiderman, too.  Or Spongebob
Squarepants.  You want me to leave those?"

"Babe, anything you want to leave will be okay by me.  As long as it's
not Cinderella."

He giggled.  "The one I put over there a while ago is just plain white,"
he said.

"And those are fine, too," I answered.  "You know why they're just fine,
Robert?"

"Huh-uh."

"Because they smell just like you, and you make me horny!"

I started tickling him, and we rolled around on the bed for a minute.
When I got on top of him I pulled my briefs off of him and threw them
aside.  I put my face to his chest and licked on his tiny smooth
nipples.  He squirmed under me.  I kissed my way down to that hairless
mound and licked there a couple of times, then I sucked up his hard
little prick.

"Oooooooo... ooooooooo..."  His high little squeal slowly changed into a
low, satisfied hum.  "Mmmmmmm..."

His little stub of a dick was warm and tasty.  I pulled back just a bit
so I could get my tongue right at his peehole, still in my mouth, and
licked.  Slowly at first, then faster.  My hands were on each of his
smooth little buttcheeks, holding him to me.  He squirmed in my hands and
locked his fingers into my hair.

"Oh yeaaaa... Oh yeaaaaaaa... suck it sucksucksuck..."

As I squeezed his buttcheeks I let one of my fingers slide into his
crack.  He started to thrash around a little more when I began to stroke
his puckerhole.  I knew he couldn't be far from his dry cum.

He was pulling my hair so hard now it started to hurt.  Not that I really
noticed.  My chin could feel his little boyballs, and I was tossing his
dicklet around in my mouth like it was a piece of gum.  Hot, hard,
tasty...

He rammed his groin into my face like a hot poker had been shoved up his
ass.

"AAArrrrrrrrruuuuu... uuuuuuu... aaaaaaaaaa..."

Little fucker stretched out that dry cum for all it was worth.  I doubt
if he loved it more than I did.

He went so limp against my hands he felt like a doll instead of a boy.
He was breathing long, deep breaths, but somehow he was managing to make
a tiny little humming sound.  I just sat there looking down on him with
all that pleasure still surging through his body.  I was right.  A
beautiful boy.

He watched me watching him.  Finally, he said, "You're cool, Dave."

"Naw," I said.  "I'm hot."  I grinned.  "Hot for your little bod."

But he didn't smile.  He was being very serious.  "I mean it, Dave.  I
really like you."

I lay down beside him and he snuggled into me  I stroked his soft blond
hair.  "And I really like you, Robert.  I mean it, too."

I couldn't see his face, but I could feel him kiss my chest.  Such soft
lips.

A fleeting thought.  Why would boys want girls when they could have sweet
boys like this one?  The thought disappeared.

He was wiggling down inside my arms.

"Where you going, babe?"  I knew where he was going.

"Down here."  His voice was muffled against my groin.

"Here, babe," I smiled, and I rolled over onto my back.  I spread my legs
a bit and clasped my hands behind my head.  I wanted to watch this baby
Adonis at work.

He was lying between my legs now, but he wasn't interested in my dick at
the moment.  He was holding it aside with one hand, and the other hand
was stroking my pubes.  I'm kind of a dark brown down there, and my pubes
spread out in a kind of fan shape from my dick to my hips.  Maybe I'll
get hair somewhere else someday, but not a one on my chest or legs so
far.

He rubbed his little nose through it.  Man, my dick throbbed at that!  He
lifted my dick and looked at my balls; then he lightly stroked the few
hairs on them.

"How come you don't have any hair here?" he asked.

"Don't know, Robert.  That's just the way I cum, I guess."

It took him a minute to get it, and then he giggled.

He fingered my balls then.  I've never thought they were especially big
-- not any bigger than any of the guys I see in the shower at school --
but they must have seemed huge to him.  His were still so tiny they were
nothing but bumps under his dick.

He lifted my ballsac up and traced the line from the underside of it all
the way down to where it disappears into my crack.

"What's this for, Dave?"

Little Superboy is full of questions today.

"Don't know, really.  It's just there," I said.

"How far back does it go?"  And he traced his finger along it again and
followed it back into my crack.

I groaned so loud he probably thought he'd broken something.  Now, there
have been fingers in my asscrack before.  But they've all been mine.

"It's okay, babe, okay.  It just feels so fucking nice what you're
doing."

That was all he needed to hear, and he kept moving his finger back up
into the darkness.  Wasn't long before he was touching my hole.  I spread
my legs wide, then bent them at the knee so I could spread them wider.
This little sex hound was after everything!  I moaned my approval, and he
kept moving his finger over my pucker.

"Why does it feel so good?" he asked.

How the hell do I know, I thought!  Just keep doing it...

He pulled his finger away, raised it to his nose, and sniffed.

"It doesn't smell so bad... It sort of smells like me," he said.

Like him?  Fuck, this little boy fingers his own pucker?

"Do it some more, please, Robert..."

He rubbed it again, and I was totally, completely at his mercy.

"Please, Robert, please put it in a little..."  I was begging, and I
sounded like it.

He pressed in just a little.  I think he was hesitant, but when he found
he could slip it in he pressed a little more.  It was so warm.

"Suck me while it's there, babe, please, Robert..."

He had to raise himself just a little to reach for my cock with his other
hand, but he got my cockhead into his mouth and began to suck.  I don't
know if he meant to, but his finger slipped in just a little more and
moved around a bit.

"O fucking yes Robert yessss... ooooo fuck yesssss..."  I was shot
through with so much stimulation it was all I could do to keep from
cumming right then.  But he sucked slowly and gently.  I could feel his
breath on my pubes.  And I could watch him, see him.  That little blond
head buried between my legs, nursing on my cock...

I gave up.  I just completely gave into it, that need, that urgency.
With both his mouth and his finger working on me, I surrendered to that
tight pleasure/pain inside.  With a heat I swear I could feel in my ears,
the surge sped though my cock and right into his mouth.

I had a fleeting thought that I hadn't warned him, but it was too late
now.

"Gaaaaaaaaa... ahhhhhhh... uuuuhhhhhhhhhh..."  My hips involuntarily
humped up toward the source that was giving me all the pleasure, and I
came at least three more times in his mouth.  I could hear him
sputtering.  But I couldn't stop.

He let my dick drop, and I closed my eyes.  I'd been drained of every
last drop of moisture in my entire body...

When I looked at him again, he was smiling.  There were some strings of
cum on his lips and chin.

"Damn, Robert, I should have warned you; I didn't mean to cum in your
mouth without..."

"It's okay," he said.  "I knew what was going to happen.  I wanted it
to.  I wanted to taste as much as I could.  I couldn't get it all,
though."  He grinned as he licked at the cum on his lips.

I pulled him up on top of me, wincing a bit as he slid across my
sensitive dick.  I held his face in front of me.

"You missed a little bit, sweet boy," I said.  And I licked what was left
on his chin and mouth.

My tongue worked it's way between his lips, and he was ready for me.  I
licked around inside that little cave, and I could taste my own cum
there. Our tongues licked slowly until we had to stop for a breath.  He
collapsed on top of me, his head on my chest.

We lay there for several minutes as I stroked his soft warm back.
Finally, I felt his fingers playing with one of my nipples.

"You're a toucher, aren't you?" I chuckled.

"What do you mean?"

"You like touching, and all over."  And I squeezed a buttcheek.

"Yeah." His voice was soft and dreamy.  "Touching... It's okay, isn't
it?"  He raised his head then and looked at me.

"It sure is, Robert," I assured him.  I kissed his forehead.

I rolled out from under him, and he wound up on his back.

"But I like touching, too, little buddy," I grinned.

"Good."  He giggled.  Damn, even his giggle makes me hard!

I leaned over him and played with his tiny nipples.  I rubbed first one,
then the other.  I pinched lightly, and he moaned.  I pinched a little
harder.  I didn't know boys his age could get nipped up.  I leaned in
and wiped my tongue over that tiny mound of tender flesh in the center of
his nipple.

"Ooooooo Dave... oooo..."

I gently clasped my teeth around that little mound of flesh, then brushed
my teeth across it.  I sucked gently, then a little more forcefully.

"Yeaaaaa..."  Robert pushed his little chest up to me.

I slid my tongue up into his warm underarm.  I licked that oh-so-smooth
skin and sucked a little.

I began to lick down that slender, tanned little body.  I felt almost
dizzy at the taste of it, the smooth texture, the feel of his movements
as he breathed under my lips and tongue.

I licked and kissed his smooth mound.  Blond hair someday, I thought.
Dark blond?  Lighter blond?  But so very soft and smooth now.  His
dicklet was scraping against my face.  I kissed down to his little balls.

There was music in the room now.  The music of a sweet boy child being
pleasured.  He moaned with the most beautiful sounds.

I licked at his little hardon a few times.  But then I put my hands on
his hips and pulled him up with me as I sat up on my knees with his head
still down on the bed.  His eyes were on me now, watching.  He
instrinctively opened his legs around my head as I licked his balls.  I
raised up once to look at what I held in my hands.  His little dick
throbbing, his tiny balls slick from my tongue.

I lowered my face to him again, and my tongue found his own little line,
his little seam between his legs.  I traced it, as he had traced mine,
but not with my finger.  With my tongue.  Tasting my way down between his
legs and into the bottom of his little ass, tracing it with the tip of my
tongue deeper... and all the way to his tiny hole, his baby pucker,
smooth and wrinkled, pulsing...

"Uhhhhhnnnnnn..."  Robert was writhing under my mouth, my tongue.  I held
him firmly by his hips. I could feel his legs stretch wider, as though he
were opening for me just as much as he possibly could.

That hot little boyskin, wrinkled and clenched, so very sensitive,
ultra-sensitive.  I moved slowly, my tongue gently stroking his hole up
and down, up and down.  Then around it, so tiny my tongue hardly had to
move, around and around.

I pursed my lips and kissed him there.  Yes, I had fingered my hole
before, may times.  I'd worked it while I had jacked off.  But never in
my wildest imagination had I dreamed I would taste someone there -- and
love it.  Taste this sweet boy.

I was breathing short, sharp breaths, so I stopped for a moment, but with
my lips still on him, just to catch my breath.

"Oh no Dave no don't stop don't more Dave more..."

I obeyed my little buddy.  After licking a few more times I pointed my
tongue and pressed in at the center of the hole.  I had never even
thought of doing such a thing!  But as I felt his soft warm skin slowly
open a bit, I knew I want this as much as little Robert did.

I pressed until I felt his little assring resist and tighten around the
tip of my tongue, as though it were holding it in place.  I gently
pressed again, but the resistance would not give way.  Not for now.  Not
this time.

I pulled away slowly, then I lifted this beautiful boy toward me again
and slipped his cocklet into my mouth.  I could actually feel it
throbbing.  I sucked and nursed on it slowly, but I had to hold him
tightly because he was twisting and thrashing on the bed.  His hands
clutched at the blanket as though he were afraid he would fall off the
edge of the world, but he bucked his groin up harder into my eager
mouth. I could feel him tense.

"Awwwwwwwwww... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..."  It was almost a scream, there was
so much pleasure surging through him.  he bucked again, then again, and
then he went limp.

I gently lay what I was holding back onto the bed and crawled up next to
him.  I stroked his soft hair while he recovered.  I wondered if I had
ever had a cum that was as marvelously satisfying as what he had just
experienced.

The sun was getting lower.  I thought perhaps he had fallen asleep, but
he opened his eyes.  I was rewarded with the warmest look, the sweetest
smile.

I moved off the bed and reached down to the floor.

"Here, Robert," I smiled.  "These are mine from today."

He took them, held them over his pretty little nose and inhaled deeply.
"Mine are in your drawer," he said.

I went over and found his little white briefs, obviously used.  I smelled
them as I walked back to the bed.  I let him see me turn them inside out,
and I smelled the little crotch.  His sweat, his pee, his boyhood.  I
smelled the back of them, too, a ittle stretched when they had fit over
his boybutt.

"What do they smell like there," he grinned.

"They smell like you taste, little buddy," I said.  "You mean you've
never smelled your briefs there?"

He actually blushed!  After all we'd done that afternoon, he was actually
a little embarrassed.  So sweet.

I pulled him up, took my briefs from his hand, and slipped them over his
feet.  I stood him up and pulled the briefs up to his waist and let go of
them.  They promptly fell to his ankles.  He giggled.  Then I pulled them
up almost to his armpits, and he squealed with the pressure on his little
privates.

"Okay, sweetie," I grinned.  "I give up.  You fix them.  And we'd better
get dressed."

He pulled them up high enough that they would stay, but he had to hold
them in place while he put his shorts back on.  I watched him sit on the
floor to replace his socks and shoes, and when he stood up he pulled his
t-shirt back on.  It was obvious, at least to me, that there was
something unusual under his t-shirt.

"What's your mom going to say when she sees that?" I grinned.

"She won't see it," he grinned back.  "I'll go in the side door and up to
my room and change before she sees me.  Aren't you going to get dressed?"

"Sure," I said, "but you'd better skedaddle out of here."

I grabbed him for a kiss, though.

"So..."  He suddenly looked a little more serious.  "So, I can come
back?"

"You damn well better, you little underwear thief," I laughed.  "Them's
my briefs you're wearing, and I expect them back!"

"Oh, yeah," he giggled.  "Special delivery!"  He ran out of the room, and
I could hear the back door slam behind him.

Special delivery.  I sat back on the edge of the bed and stroked my dick
a few times.  Yeah, I grinned.  It's sure special!

I headed into the bathroom for a shower.

So.  Maybe I had a little suck-buddy for the summer, after all.