Date: Fri, 7 Dec 2007 14:28:19 -0600
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: Caught in the Act - Part 3  (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
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.  So I wrote a Part 2.  So here's another part.  This
doesn't mean there will be a Part 4.  But don't hold me to that, either.


Caught in the Act - Part 3    (t/b  oral)


I had to chuckle when I got home from work the next day.  I had
left Robert's Superman briefs (washed) in my drawer for him to pick up.
On top of my pile of briefs I found mine which he had borrowed (washed)
and a very used, very bright Spongebob Squarepants.  They weren't
square.  They were gloriously round.  Perhaps a size too small for my
little Robert now, they had been stretched and stretched around the
eleven(and a half)-year-old bottom of my summer suckbuddy.

The pouch was still stretched out a bit, and the inside of it was a
boy-bouquet: a hint of pee, a trace of sweat, and pure boy.  When I
inhaled, Robert was there with me, his smoothness, his energy, his
curiosity, his enthusiasm.  I sucked on the soft material, tasting,
savoring.  And when I jacked off in bed that night, it was Spongebob
Squarepants who caught my cum, right in his crotch.

I had one pair of black bikini briefs (which I kept hidden and did with
my own wash), and I wore them to work the next day.  I was hard off and
on all day, either because of the feel of the bikini briefs themselves or
because of the knowledge that I would be giving them to Robert.  As a
result, I left several spots of dried precum on them.  And when the
precum dried that just stimulated my cockhead more to give me yet another
hardon, which produced yet more precum, and the wetness just caused
another hardon...  You know how it goes.

There was nothing of his when I got home, but I left my bikini briefs
there in the drawer for him.  And Spongebob was gone.  I smiled as I
wondered just where he might be at this moment.  Perhaps hugging a smooth
little cocklet I know, surrounding it with my own dried cum, my own
scent?

He came into the store right before noon the next day.  While his dad was
gassing up their truck, Robert came in and found me in a back corner
restocking some shelves.  He just said a simple "Hi," but he pulled the
waistband of his shorts down just far enough for me to see the the black
of those bikini briefs on him.  My cock started to leak in my pants.

When I got home he was waiting for me in my bedroom, still wearing those
bikini briefs.  He looked so cute in them.  They were tight enough on me
that they didn't sag too much on him; in fact, it was pretty obvious
there was something pointing outward in the crotch.  I got on my knees in
front of him and sucked his crotch into my mouth -- bikini briefs, dick,
and all.
This was a new taste!  A combination of my own precum and his sweet
tastes.  And the scent was that of two horny boys.

I slid my hands up onto his butt underneath the briefs and squeezed
those mounds of flesh.  He was so smooth there.  Such a sweet ass on that
boy.  He was thrusting into my mouth as his dry cum started.

We got naked on my bed right away and rolled all over each other.  He got
his hand on my hard cock and wouldn't let go.

"Not until I get to eat it!" he giggled.

So he got what he wanted.  And I did, too.  We didn't have as long that
afternoon -- he had to get home in a little bit -- but we tasted each
other all over, and I licked his boydick slowly until he had a nice long
climax.  He hugged me so tight before he left I thought he'd break my
back.

When I was at work the next day I saw Robert riding his bike by the store
several times.  He was shirtless and wearing old cutoff shorts that
showed most of his upper thigh and hugged his boybutt so tight I started
leaking as soon as I saw him.

He was teasing me, of course.  He rode by slowly; he rode by fast.  He
tried wheelies in the lot when it was almost empty.  His brown little
shoulders shone in the sun; his tiny nipples were almost invisible on his
chest.  As his thighs pumped his muscles flexed.  His golden hair was
tossed around by the breeze at first and then was plastered to his head
by the sweat he was creating.

He was gone for a while, and then early in the afternoon he came into the
store to buy a soda. He was still shirtless when he came up to the
counter.  His nipples were tiny and hard from the air conditioning, but
some of the rivulets of sweat were still on him, some even running down
from his smooth underarms and onto his side.  Even across the counter I
could smell that sweet scent of an outdoor boy.  I wanted to lick him all
over.

"Will that be all?" I asked.

He grinned as he handed me the correct change.  "Oh, there'll be more
later," he said in a voice soft enough the lady in line behind him
couldn't hear.

He left, and when the lady handed me her items she remarked, "What a
beautiful little boy."

I couldn't say anything, of course, but I thought: Lady, you simply have
no idea!

I was hard riding my bike all the way home.  And that's not very
comfortable.  I yanked my clothes off in the laundry room and ran into my
bedroom in just my briefs, with a great big bulge leading the way.
Robert was lying on my bed wearing only the pair of light blue briefs
he'd been wearing all day.  I'd caught a glimpse of them when he'd been
standing at the counter paying for his soda.

He grinned at me.  "Told you there'd be more," he said.

I jumped onto the bed and lay next to him.  He looked so small next to
me.  Not that I'm a huge guy, probably average for 16.  But he was small
for his eleven (and a half, he'd reminded me) years.  Slender, though not
really skinny.  As my eyes wandered over him something inside of me
fluttered.

I lay my hand on his thigh, and he opened it slightly.  The outside was
tanned and smooth, and I slid my hand to his inner thigh.  Not as tan.
Just as smooth.  Could any girl possibly have skin this wonderously
smooth?  I stroked down to his knee and massaged it, including
the underside.  He cood his enjoyment of that.

My lust for him was suddenly cooled to a simple desire to just touch that
delightful skin.  I moved both hands to his thigh and massaged him.  He
closed his eyes and held his head back on the pillow.  My hands closed
around his knee.

What a marvelous thing, this boy's knee.  The movement it could manage,
the beauty of its curve, the tenderness of the cleft under it.  My
fingers brushed his warm skin lightly now as they moved lower to his
calf.  The muscle had been worked hard with all that bike riding.  I
massaged it.  I could feel its strength, its shape.  I raised his leg to
my lips and kissed him there.  I could taste the warmth.

I moved around to sit below him on the bed as my fingers explored the
curves of his ankle, then his foot.  A boy's foot is a beautiful thing, I
thought, surprized by the thought.  His arch curved downward toward five
little digits, five protrusions of bone and flesh.  I stroked each of his
toes, and before I was even conscious of the thought I had kissed his big
toe.  Then each other others.

I licked the bottom of the first toe.  Warm flesh.  Robert's warm flesh.
My tongue flicked into the deep space between that toe and the next, and
I took his second toe into my mouth and sucked.  So tiny.  I could feel
him flex it, and his other toes tickled my cheek at the side of my lips.

Yes, I could eat this boy.  Robert.  I sucked briefly on each of his
toes, then kissed and licked the bottom of his foot.  So soft!  Even the
heel.  The skin of the arch.  I expected him to be ticklish there, and
perhaps he would have been if he had not been in the throes of pleasure.
He was groaning over and over again.

I let my kisses move higher to his calf while my fingers traced
the slight curve upward into the cleft beneath his knee.  I sucked
lightly on his calf.  It had been working hard for him, generating the
strength he needed, producing a little sweat to cool him.  I loved it.

My cheek nuzzled against his knee while my fingers moved slowly upward to
his inner thigh again.  His groans became a little louder.  I could see
the mound inside his briefs.  I slowly traced my way into the very top of
his thigh as it met his torso, and my kisses and gentle sucks moved
upward, too.

His briefs were just tight enough against his swollen cocklet that they
were pulled away slightly from his body.  My fingers crawled over to find
his little balls.  I kissed and licked his skin between his upper thigh
and balls.  I had just a little hair there myself, and I loved to lie in
bed tickling it as I stroked my cock or rolled my balls around.  He
was smooth as silk.

"Oh, yea, suck me there, David, oh, so nice..."  His soft voice had moved
up on the scale a bit, and he sounded like a really little kid, a kid who
wanted more, much more.

My tongue moved over and stiffened to push the cotton a little farther
away from his balls.  I licked them, and his voice rose a few more notes,
a clear, sweet boy soprano.

"Aaaaa... Oh, David, lick me there my balls lick me..."

They were so tiny.  Little bitty stones still not fully dropped.  Little
round eggs I could move slightly with my tongue.  As I licked, my hand
found his other thigh and massaged it.  He pressed himself into my
tongue.

"Don't stop, David, oh yessss soooo good David yessss..."

But I had to slow down.  I was suddenly aware that I had been half-lying
on the bed, my own cock raging hard and leaking into my briefs and on the
verge of cumming.  Not yet...

I pulled up enough to bury my head in his cotton-covered crotch while my
fingers explored higher above.  I rolled my face against his hard little
dicklet inside those briefs.

"Oh, make me do it, I want to do it, please..." Robert begged.

"Not yet, lovely boy," I whispered into his crotch.  "Soon, but not just
yet."

I licked upward, starting just above the waistband of his briefs, now
pulled down so far they almost revealed the base of his dick.  I licked
and sucked at his belly button.  My hands moved above my head to find his
flat chest and his little nipples.  As I sucked, I teased his nipples
with my fingers.

By the time my face moved upward, his nipples were taut, tiny but hard.
Amazing nipples on this smooth boy-chest.  Dark enough to match his
summer tan, but the skin of them so much more thin, so very sensitive to
my fingers.  I pinched, and he moaned.

I simply watched for a while as my fingers circled his nipples, from the
skin of his chest to the smoothness of that thinner skin, to the raised
little bit of flesh.  He squirmed under the assault on his senses.  I
raised one hand to his underarm to stroke the smoothness there.  One set
of fingers on a nipple; the other on his underarm.  He loved my fingers
there, and he opened his arm enough that I could touch more of him.

And I wanted to taste him there, too.  I moved so I could lick his
underarm, thrilling to the tang of his salt and the smoothness of the
skin I sucked it from.  My tongue stroked up and down there.  Robert,
only Robert tasted like this...

He suddenly turned his face toward mine.  "Aw fuck, David, kiss me kiss
me..."

Our lips met lightly once and then again with greater pressure.  My hand
raced to his crotch and gripped his hard cocklet inside the cotton
there.  Our tougues met and fought wildly for a moment, each wanting to
search past the tongue and into the dark moisture waiting inside.
Finally, we entered each other and began to lick slowly, taste
completely, tongue caressing tongue.

"Awww...ggaaaaaaaa..."  Robert thrust his groin into my hand, practically
raising his entire midsection from the bed; his sounds were muffled since
he remained at my mouth, but they grew louder as he pulled back to enjoy
the fullness of his orgasm.  His little stiffie hardened like a rock and
throbbed against the cotton in my hand; the boy was having such a good
one...

"Awwww...AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaa..."

His eyes remained closed when he fell back against the bed.  I just lay
there half on top of him, but I raised myself up on an elbow to watch him
as he recovered.  His belly heaved with his breath; his legs still
quivered a bit; his little red lips were still pressed together.  Then he
relaxed.  My lovely Robert.

I lay to the side of him for a while, just listening to him breath, one
hand on his chest to feel his little heart beat.

Finally, he threw his arm over around me and hugged he tightly.  "I love
you, David," he whispered, his voice breaking.
"I love you."

I think I could feel tears again my chest.  I think I felt some in my own
eyes.  I hugged him tightly.

"I love you, too, little Robert," I responded.  And at that moment I
did.  I had never imagined I would say such a thing to a boy like Robert,
but I had said it.  And I meant it.

After a bit of hugging and touching, I slid out away from him so he was
lying on his belly.  My god, such a beautiful sight.  His brown shoulders
topping his smooth back.  The little curve of the small of his back.
Then the sudden slope upward of that wondrous ass.  The curve downward
until it met the back of his thigh.  His calves, his little feet.

I kissed his back, and I could feel him relax into the bed.  I moved
downward to the small of his back and sucked lightly there.  I sat up
enough that my hand could take one of his cotton-covered butt cheeks,
squeezing gently, caressing.  I moved over to the other cheek.  Such a
mound of flesh!

I pulled my hand back enough to slip under the cotton.  Yes, his skin was
so warm there, so smooth, as it curved upward and then downward again.  I
passed over his crack to his other cheek.  I watched through the thin
cotton as my hand squeezed, caressed.  He spread his legs as though he
needed more, and suddenly I did, too.

My fingers found their way into his crack, slowly moving from the top
downward, inside, deeper, until I found his pucker.  He sighed loudly,
contentedly, as I stroked it.

"Yeaaa David there more... there, yeaaa..."

I entered his briefs from his waistband, and my hand moved down inside
his crack again, lowering his briefs as it went.  Such beautiful skin on
this boy!  Slowly, those mounds of flesh revealed themselves until his
briefs were completely below his ass.  I pulled at them with my other
hand, and he raised up off the bed to help me get them down, over his
ankles, and off completely.

I nuzzled my face on his warm ass, my cheeks caressing his buttcheeks.
Soft.  Smooth.  My finger was still at his puckerhole, massaging around
and around.  I pulled away from his ass so I could use both hands to open
his little crack.  And there it was.  So deep.  So tiny.

I had never seen anything like it.  My cock lurched again in protest to
the cotton holding it in.  Darker than the skin around it, and slightly
pink, his entrance looked so small.  It was pulsing; I could see it
move.  Smooth skin all puckered up, moving.  I could get his scent now.
From the sweat of the day.  From of the tang of... Robert.  Not
unpleasant.  Almost intoxicating...

I licked from as far below as my tongue could reach up to that inviting
hole.  I tasted him.  Oh my god, the taste of Robert!

"Ooooo David... are you... you're licking meeee..."  The thrill in
Robert's soft sounds echoed the thrill inside me, deep inside me.

My tongue moved in slow circles around that tiny target, then in smaller
circles until it was moving that smooth, puckered skin.  Then I lapped up
and down across it.

"Aaaaaa... yeaaaaaa..."  And sweet Robert moved his leg upward, bending
it at the knee to give me more access.

I tongued his hole, making love to the most private place of this boy,
kissing and tasting a place that had never been kissed and tasted
before.  Robert.  My hands gripped his thighs, and I pressed my face
inward.  Eating him, eating him...

But I was not inside, and suddenly I wanted to be.  I pointed my tongue
and pressed at the center of his pucker.  It pulsed; it moved; it opened
slightly.  Yes!  I tried to stroke his thighs with my hand to relax my
little Robert, and I pressed my tongue in again.  It moved again.  I
remembered what I had felt when I fingered myself, and I knew it was
happening now for Robert.

Keeping my tongue pointed, I moved it up and down, then side to side,
then in tiny circles against the ring on his ass.  I could feel it relax
a bit more.

"In me... aren't you?  in me... oh more more David yess..."

And I gave him more.  Slowly and gently, my tongue eased inward until it
was simply impossible for it to move farther.

And he was so damn soft inside!  I felt the tears in my eyes as I sensed
the silky smoothness of the inside of my Robert's body.  I ate, oh god I
ate his sweetness tasted ohhh...

My hands slipped up from his thighs to the smooth globes of his ass; I
opened them a bit more and pressed in.

"Don't stop... oooooooooo... yeaaaaaaa..."  Robert sounded as though he
were crying, whining like a baby in urgent need of attention, begging for
greater pleasure...  He humped his ass back into me...

I licked as deeply as I could, moving my tongue until it ached.  Still
I ate him, my Robert.  And finally, and reluctantly, I pulled my tongue
slowly away, feeling his entrance close again behind it.  I kissed him
there, then all over his crack, his ass...

I don't even remember pulling myself up next to him again.  I suppose I
could even have fallen asleep.  I became aware that he was cuddling into
my arms and against my body when he spoke.

"That was the most awesome feeling I've ever had, David," he
whispered.  "I didn't even know... you could do that.  So awesome..."

His voice died away and became muffled as he kissed downward from my
chest.  My briefs were still on, wet from precum and all twisted around.
When he got there he pulled them down and off.  I winced as the waistband
brushed over my cockhead.

He held my hard, wet cock in one hand and my balls in the other.

"Oh, babe, I'm... don't do anything yet; I'm about to cum..."

But that was apparently exactly what little Robert wanted.  I had not
gotten the words out of my mouth before he licked once at my cocklips and
slipped my cockhead into his mouth.  I'm not sure he even sucked it.
Just the heat and moisture of his mouth was enough.

I felt the urgent tightness in my belly suddenly release, as though a
damn had suddenly burst.  It raced through me.  I felt my cock pulse once
in his mouth, and then I involuntarily bucked into him as a huge shot of
cum burst from me.  I was helpless.  I released another shot, then
another, feeling as though my entire insides were being pumped out of
me.  I don't know how many shots I gave him.

I came out of a daze to see Robert still holding my cock in his mouth,
gently licking it clean.  When he saw me wince a little, he pulled it out
and grinned up at me.  My jaw dropped when I saw the amount of cum
dripping from him.  He must have swallowed so much more than he ever had,
but there was still enough in his mouth to see...

He moved up on top of me, careful not to hurt my sensitive dick.  He
kissed me, and I could feel the warm wetness of my cum between our lips.
We opened for our tongues, and I licked my cum from him and then fed some
of it back to him.  We kissed for so long my lips began to hurt.

He lay on top of me, his face nestled between my neck and shoulder.  I
felt his breath.  Felt his heartbeat against me.  I held him with my arms
around his back.

"You made me do it again," he soon whispered.  "You made me have a dry
cum then, when you were inside me with your tongue."  He was quiet a
moment.  "I felt it start.  Felt like it started right with your tongue.
Then went all over me.  Biggest one, best one, I ever had."

I remembered how he had shoved his hole right at me and thrashed under me
when I was eating him.  An orgasm.  A dry cum right then.

I woke with a start.  It was time for him to get home before my folks got
back and before his folks missed him for too long.

That was a Friday afternoon, and he'd had to get home because he and his
folks were leaving to spend the weekend with his aunt and uncle.  He'd
told me at some point during the day, but we hadn't talked about it while
we were in bed.

I looked in his eyes as he dressed, and I knew he would miss me as much
as I'd miss him.

I felt like a real fool that weekend, lying in my bed at night feeling
lonely for a little kid.  Did I love him?  I'd told him I did.  Or was it
just those mixed-up teen hormones?  I'd expected it would always be
someone my own age -- if that ever happened.  It had always been the boys
at school I'd dreamed of.  Did I just need to get off?  How could I miss
a little kid as much as I missed Robert?

The confusion and the questions didn't keep me from thinking about him,
re-living those afternoons, and jacking off to some tremendous cums.  Big
boys don't cry, they say.  But, damn, if I didn't bury my face in a
pillow that got damp from tears that weekend.