Date: Mon, 19 Sep 2005 08:37:44 -0400
From: joseph green <grassofhome@hotmail.com>
Subject: clay is always naked/revised

If you like this check out my other stories.
/nifty/gay/young-friends/new-in-the-neighborhood
/nifty/gay/highschool/blair-baseball-team
/nifty/gay/young-friends/night-dreams
/nifty/gay/young-friends/what-i-did-last-summer
And seven others

PLEASE READ;  Dear readers;  this a revised version of my story by the same
name.  I could tell it did not get many people off because hardly anyone
replied to me about t it.  Where I usually get anywhere from five to twenty
five messages on my stories I only got two on this.  So here it is with more
emotion and pleasure.

Day One

It started innocently enough.  Miss Osterson in 4-B needed a sitter at night
for her son.  She needed a sitter and I needed the money.  I had seen the
kid around the building before but never spoke to him.  He was a runt of a
guy about eight or nine years old and always gnawing on Twizelers.  He moved
slow and deliberate.  He had narrow legs that cupped out behind the knee and
long tussled blond hair.  That is about all I ever noticed about him.

Miss Osterson was out on the porch last Saturday when my mother over heard
her saying that if she didn't get a third shift sitter by Tuesday she might
lose her job.  She was a night custodian at one of the government buildings
down town and it paid very well.  Like my mom and me, it was just her and
her son, Clay in the old stately rent controlled apartment building.

Our rooms were big compared to friends apartments and our ceilings high and
our windows tall.  We had fire escapes, stairs, and an old slow elevator.
At one time their had been a swimming pool in the basement but they had been
planning on fixing it for the past five years and it still looked like crap.

I made my way up one flight of stairs to the 4th floor and found the right
apartment.  Miss O was waiting at the door. "Good, Jimmy!  You came early.
Let me show you around."  The place smelled of camphor and strawberry candy.
She talked as we made our way through the three bedroom apartment that was
identical to ours.  The one exception was the third bedroom that had shelves
and hanging rods on every wall and one small bed in the center of the room.
"This is where you will sleep."  She said with her Dutch accent.  "Clay is a
good boy but you will need to watch him.  Leave the bathroom door open at
all times.  He hates being alone.  He is a bed wetter so get him up before
you go to bed and again in the middle of the night.  If he pees the bed you
will need to wash him off and wash the bed with this stuff."

We went to the kitchen for her to show what snacks he could have and how
much he could have to drink.  A cheep radio played ethnic music in the
background and  the light above the sink flickered frequently.  As we sat on
the red plastic kitchen chairs she showed me a pad of several phone numbers
and explained when to call them and how to get her at work.  Being 15 had
its privileges and being trusted with the safety of another human was one of
them.  I assured her I would do what ever it took to take care of her little
boy.

As I said that Clay came into the kitchen dripping wet with his towel
wrapped around his shoulders.  He jumped to my side smiling only a few
inches from my face and made no attempt to cover his long slender white
penis.  I watched as drops of water ran down his three inch limp wrinkly and
hung off his impressive foreskin and then let go to puddle on the pink
linoleum floor.

"Oh, yes.  One more thing.  He has no modesty."  She introduced us and I
shook his hand.  He tried to climb onto his mothers lap but she stopped him,
took the towel, and spread it on her left knee and told him not to get his
wet before work.  He sat their smiling at me through his matted hair with
his crooked grin and a few missing teeth.  He mindlessly played with his
slowly hardening penis and listed to us finish up our conversation.  His
masturbation was not the slick up and down, push and pull of the average
boy. It was tugging, scratching, flopping and rolling all part and their
surrounding parts of the legs, and stomach.

Miss O went out the door with instructions for Clay to be in bed by 9:00.
As soon as she got out the door Clay pulled me by the hand and led me to the
bath room.  It was exciting to be holding hands with a naked nine year old.
He got back into the bubble bath and asked if I minded just sitting and
talking to him.  I said it would be OK.  He then handed me the sponge and
turned to give me complete access to his back.  He sat their for a minuet
waiting for me then looked over his shoulder as if to invite me to help him.
  I gathered suds in the sponge and washed him to his lower back and an inch
or two of butt cleavage.

Now, I an no stranger to the male body.  I had two friends back in the sixth
grade that I messed around with.  We would go on the roof and stand between
the air handlers and strip.  We jerked each other off nearly every day for
that whole year and the next summer.  I started getting hair first and they
started cuming first.  The other two met their first girl friends and I met
my first boy friend.  We didn't do much after that.

My boyfriend was older, much older. We started doing "it" when I was 13 and
he was seventeen.  Everything we did was fun.  My friends would want to know
about everything.  I would tell them every detail.  "I did this and he did
that and we came on his chest." But if it was just one of them I would show
them.  "I'll just pull your thing out in the sun light and get on my knees
and lick the under side of your plump acorn head. Now let me stand here and
you do me."  But they never wanted to talk about what the other had done
with me.  That was the rule they made up.

Now at age 15 I have a new guy and now a twenty dolor a night job sleeping.

I followed Clay to the tub and he sat in the pool of bubbles .  I sat on the
toilet and talked to him as he scooped up suds  and piled them on his head.
Most of the time his dick was at full attention.  He was completely exposed.
  I was getting hornier as the time went on.  He lay back in the tub and
began playing with his ball sack ad he told me of his mothers last
boyfriend.  He used to watch him at night and bath him.  The last boyfriend
had a hairy dick.  Clay gave me detailed description of what it looked like
soft and hard. He told me it was heavy and they used to play swords with
their rods.  He then went silent.

"What you thinking about."  I asked.

"Nothing" he said staring at his crotch.  Then he smiled at me again and
said, "Nothing I can tell anyone about.  Gordon made me promise.  I never
break a promise."

"You never break a promise?  That's good but if you need to tell anyone a
secret I can keep a secret.  So...anything you want to tell me?"

"No.  I'm good."

Finally he said that the water was too cold and he stood and lifted his arms
to let me know that he wanted dried off.  I grabbed the towel and patted him
dry.  I went a bit slower on his ass and penis.  I made him pull back the
foreskin to dry it carefully.  I had him jack one knee up to his chin so I
could pat dry his crotch.  I looked closely painting his pink parts with my
eyes and had him spread his cheeks and bend in a few directions to see
different lower parts. By the time I was finished patting him dry he was
hard again.

I made no attempt to hide my bulge from him either. I would tug at my zipper
and them go back to his body.  I would press on my erection and them pat his
already dry erection slowly with the towel.  I wrapped the towel around his
waist and placed my finger tips on his colorless flat nipples.  I asked him
of what Gordon did had anything to do with his nipples.  He did not answer
he just reached over and pinched my right nipple through my shirt.  It was
nice.  I did the same to him and then asked if I hurt him and kissed the
same nipple to soothe him before he could answer. He smiled and his towel
dropped to the floor and he touched his tit and rock hard rod at the same
time.

We walked to his room and he rolled his foreskin over his index finger as we
walked.  I found him Sponge Bob Pull-Ups and he hefted them on and them his
hulk pajamas.  We had a snack and he went to bed.    I opened the coves and
he lay down on his back.  He pulled open his bottoms and slipped his hand
in, then just let the elastic snap back onto his arm.  He was playing with
his dick when I turned off the light.

At 10:00 I was ready for bed so I went to get him up to pee.  I had no
intention of cleaning up a wet bed.

Sleep had taken this tender mind captive so I had to lift him by the under
arms.  I stood him in front of the commode and told him to pee.  He just
stood like a rag doll and swayed until he rested on me.  I knelt beside him
and tugged down his pajamas and diaper at one time and out popped his silk
limber dick.  As the cold night air hit it he was instantly erect.

He went into a half-asleep-feel- himself session that was quite
entertaining.  He tugged at his loose scrotum and flopped around his hard
dick.  He scratched his bare butt and rubbed his tummy.  I lifted his shirt
off is body and lowered his pants to his ankles to get a better view of the
show.  His little three inch limp boyhood was a good four plus when hard.
It was slender and his pink foreskin still covered his head with a half inch
left over.  The light from the hallway accented the curves of his back and
round mounds.  I wanted to reach out and touch the hard pecker but feared he
would wake up and catch me.  I could not help myself so I bent and kissed
his nipple and then used my tongue to harden and sensitize his ruby tits.
As I continued to lick his chest his sleepy masturbation went into high
speed.  I let my left hand rest on his pretty round ass and then let my
fingers run down his crack and to his crotch until I could feel his scrotum.

He felt himself for over five minutes before he started to wake up.  As his
eyes began to open I moved my hand and mouth from his body.  He looked at me
holding him up and asked what I was doing.  I told him he had to pee before
he could go back to bed.  He held onto his dick by the head only and pointed
it up at the seat.  I pushed his dick down with my little finger and he
began to pee.

I had touched it.  It was so soft hot and so hard at the same time.  I
watched him pee  and felt his little butt as he clenched it tight while he
pissed.  I felt two dimples in his butt cheeks and ran my finger tips around
his cresents.  He finished peeing and turned to get into bed, but his
pajamas made him trip.  I bent to pull them up but he just stepped out of
them and went to bed naked.  I followed him in and pulled the covers up, but
not before getting one more look at the naked nine year old with the pink
erect boyhood.

I set my cell phone to wake me at 4:00 a.m.  That would mean I could take
Clay pee and get back to bed and sleep for another two hours before Miss O
would get home.  I got a wad of tissue paper from the bath room and tottered
to my little bed and lowered my pants to jerk off.  I did my rod slowly so
not to make any noise.  I was rather horned up from this little nine year
old naked boy only a few feet away.

I flexed my arms and looked at my developing mussels with fond appreciation
realizing that I was more defined than most boys my age.  I slid my tight
bear ass across the soft sheets and settled my naked legs under them.  I
fitted my fist around my erection and noticed a small bit of shaft between
my hand and my pubs.  I admired my large strawberry shaped head mounted on
my fist like a hood ornament on a Buick.  Though their were guys with longer
equipment than mine in school none had a thicker one.  I love that about
myself.

I began to stroke lightly and let my plumbs slide up and down between my
legs.  They hid in my dark sack well defined and ripe.  My fist made it's
way from my circumcised head to my sparse black nest   I felt of my inside
legs with my left hand; the tips of my fingers explored and wished that I
could grow hair their like so many of the other boys, but I cold not even
grow butt hair.  My lower legs and forearms were the only sign that I was
maturing.  I missed the touch of my new boyfriends hand on my turgid member
but right now I was wishing for a slender nine year old hand to grip it and
take me to paradise.

I shaped my two fingers and thumb like a eagle's talon and grabbed myself
under the head.  I road it down until my head touched my palm.  I then
pulled up.  I felt like one of those arcade machines with the steal claw
over the stuffed toys that never deliver.  I continued this motion for a
long time as I told myself a story about how I slipped into the Clay's warm
inviting bed and made love to him while he slept.  I fantasized about him
cumming but knew he was way too young.  That reminded me of my first cum and
how clear wet and small it was.  I remember Mr. Kane, my baseball couch,
used a Kleenex to clean me up with and the tissue was barely wet.  I
recalled how strong his cum tasted and how I spit it out on the dirt behind
the dugout as soon as it hit my teeth.  It never got past the front of my
mouth.  I was brought back to the present by the sperm  rising in my dick
like a thermometer in a volcano.

As I was getting close so I switched positions and grabbed the tissue paper.
  I used my left hand in a reverse hand feel and let my finger tips bobble
over the gland and the soft underside of my dick.  This was putting me in a
new reality so I just went with it.  I pounded faster and faster.  I stroked
like I was on fire.  I guess I was.

I stiffened my legs and arched my back.  As the fist shot spit out of my
slit, my stomach crunched and my head bobbed up, to ride the waves of
pleasure.  Only two seconds latter and my stomach convulsed again as a hot
load got passed the paper and landed on my face.  I licked it off and
continued and savored the salty taste.

A third gob of white ecstasy spilled onto the paper and I let out a high
pitched gasp.  My voice cracked as I said, "Shit".  I was not done.  I could
tell I had more to give.  I continued in my reverse hand grip for another
few minutes and then five pitifully small drops slipped over the sticky red
head and gather on the edge of my gland.  Their they spilled over the ridge
in slow motion.  They hit my still inflated trunk in a single thick drop.  I
was done but just kept pumping.  I had to milk it dry.  In time I just feel
to sleep with my pants lost down in the sheets and my dick in my sticky
hand.

At 4:00 I got out of bed and just let my shorts fall to the floor.  I washed
my dick in the sink and pulled my t shirt down low enough to cover my junk.
I found Clay uncovered and naked on the bed.  I got the flashlight from his
night stand and examined his body.  Lust was consuming every corner of my
brain.  I ever so lightly touched his limp rod and it began to stir
immediately.  I licked my fingers and slowly stroked his dick.  His hips
began to encourage my grip and I just kept going for the longest time.

I could still smell the strong aroma of my own sperm from hours before.  I
was getting hard too.  In the edge of the flash light I could see my red
head poking out from under my shirt. Clay shifted his legs to lay straight
and tense.  I waited to see if he would wake up.  As he began breathing
deeper again I licked my fingers and worked my saliva over his exposed head.
  It was so soft and warm.  To my surprise he began to shake in orgasmic
pleasure and griped his own rod in a flash and continued to tug at it until
he rested again.

He looked at me through his puffy slits and asked?  "Is it time to go pee
now?"  I just lifted his nude frame to his feet and walked him to the
toilet.  I stood behind him and gently rubbed his shoulders.  As I did that
I ran my erect strawberry shaped gland over his warm nude back.  It was a
great feeling.  I swayed back and forth to let him stimulate me without
knowing it.

When he was done he shook off the last droops and I worked his pants back
onto his warm flesh and got his shirt back in place and then put him to bed
again.  He rolled over and I laid the sheet over his body.  The lump in the
sheet made me realized that I had forgotten his pull-ups.  I just tossed
them under the sheet and went back to bed to pull my pud again.

That morning Miss O gave me a $20 and sent me home for a shower and to go to
school.

Day Two

That night came quickly.  I arrived just before the hour and found Clay
washing in the tub.  I sat with him as his mother kissed him and left for
work.  I wanted to be naked with him so I told him I didn't want to get my
cloths wet.  I took off my shirt and pants and just sat their in my boxers
on the edge of the tub.   I washed his back and butt then dried him off and
only wrapped the towel around his waist for the time being.  We settled down
for the night and watched some TV.  He sat next to me on the couch and soon
had his wet head on my tenting boxers.  I stroked his exposed skin.  My hand
ran down his arm and all over his back then from time to time I plucked his
tits.  He looked up at my tits and said that Gordon used to do the same
thing to him.  Then he reached up and fondled my nipple for about thirty
seconds.  My dick slipped out of my fly but he never noticed.  At Nine
O'clock I patted him on the head and said that we needed to go to bed.  He
asked "are you going to get me up to pee again?"

I said I would.

He asked, "Are you going to mess with my dinker again?"

I blushed.  I had been caught.  I never figured he would remember any of it.
  He was so groggy and stumbled at every movement.  I stood there with his
pajamas ion my hand and just tossed them to him instead of dressing him
myself. I stammered and them said.  "We will do everything just like last
night."

He gave a million dollar crooked grin and went to bed.  I came in at 10:00
to tuck him in and found him bare chested.  I saw he was smiling at me with
a sneaky grin.  I lifted back the covers to see he was naked.  I asked,
"what happened to your cloths?`  He just shrugged his shoulders and tried to
stifle a giggle.  I asked if he "wanted a nice rub down"?  He nodded his
head.

I placed my warm hand on his smooth flat chest and slowly moved it to his
navel and checked his eyes to make sure this is what he wanted.  He was
smiling and watching my every move.  I continued my path to his flaccid
boyhood.  I gently tossed it back and forth and then rolled his foreskin
onto and off of his gland.  Oh, how I wish I had a foreskin of my own.

I could tell he was getting into it by the way he softly cooed and smirked.
His hands were first at his side but now he was petting his chest like it
was a soft furry pet. I moved one hand to his cheek and brushed his face
with the back of my hand.  I arranged his hair so it didn't hang in his face
and never for a second left his erection with my right hand.

Again his hips were pushing into my grip and he was near the edge of
ecstasy.  He closed his eyes and began to breath out of his mouth.  I
lowered my mouth to his and spoke so that my words caused my lips to touch
his with each word.

"Such a sexy little boy.  You have no ideal how lucky you are to have me as
a friend.  This must be the best day of your life.  You must let yourself
enjoy every feeling your body can handle."  I stopped to suck his lower lip
into my mouth and then kissed his lips as he still gasped.  "You are such a
good boy to have these pleasures and not tell anyone.  I love the way you
smile when we're together.  I love touching you just as much as you love
touching me."  I paused to lick his lips with my pointy tongue.  I traced
the outside of his lips and them the inside. I touched his tongue with mine
and tasted the residue of Captain Crunch on his teeth.  I just let my lips
rest on his lips as I continued to stroke his throbbing four inches.  We
breathed each others air and exchanged parts of our soul.  He opened his
eyes once and managed to get out the words, "thanks Jimmy."

He bit his lower lip and scrunched up his pink nose.  Then in an instant his
left hand went to my right hand and he squeezed my grip down hard around his
erection.  At the same time his left hand groped my naked  crotch and he
found my balls and tugged.  He pitched and heaved and moaned and then shook
violently.  He let loose of everything and sat up on his elbows as he
continued to shake. The look of terror came over his face and he let out an
unearthly string of gasping vowels.  "Awaaohhhaaaggaaaeeeeeeckackackago!  He
crossed his legs at the ankles, droops of drool rested on his chin and his
stomach churched into a firm six pack.  Another set of shakes and he was
done.  He relaxed and pulled the covers up around his neck.  He whispered
,still trying to catch his breath, that he was going to sleep now and asked
me go get him up to pee later.

He was in heaven but I was in need of launching a sperm powered rocket, and
how!

I walked into the living room and striped completely.  I found a dirty sock
laying on the floor and decided that it would hold my juice.  I began
pounding like a mad man on my five and a half inch manhood.  I always
enjoyed how thick it was and often used both hands in a Tee Pee shape to
fondle my head and then my shaft.  But now was not the time.  I was needing
some relief quickly.  I closed my eyes and remembered every touch, every
inch of skin, every orgasmic movement of that pretty pink boy.  I shot off
so quickly that the sock fell out of my hands and to the floor.  I let the
loads of cum fly where they wanted.  The first flew straight up and landed
back on my thigh.  The next was a rope followed by a single silver thread of
lust that landed on my neck.  The third was a glob at first then two globs
that came to rest on my nipple and on the center of my chest.  Then my
ejections went clear and I strung one across my navel and another in my
pubes.  I continued to pound after my last load but nothing was happening.
I slowed and as I opened my eyes the living room came back into focus.

I jumped in surprise.  Clay was standing their naked and staring at my
sperm.  I blurted, "What are you doing?"  I blushed.

Clay answered, "Watching you Jimmy.  Is that OK?"

"Aaa Yeah, I guess so.  Why are you up?"

"I heard you playing with yourself and I wanted to watch."

His hand went for my neck and I realized he was going for the sperm.  He
raked it off and it was a huge glob.  He asked if I ate it and I said, "Not
usually my own."

He asked, "Do you eat other boys stuff?"

I said, "that's a secret.  I'm not telling. Just like you`ll never tell
about Gordon and how you two got naked and played with each other I will
never tell about my guys."

"Hey, how told you about all that.  Did Gordon tell you?"

Of course I was just guessing but It got to the truth about everything.

For the first time his eyes went off my sperm and to my eyes.  "One day when
we are better friends I will tell you about Gordon and you will tell me
about your guys.  OK?" He smiled again and said, "I'm going to bed
now...unless your going to do something else."

I told him "no" and he turned and shuffled to his room as if we had just
finished playing checkers.  His butt cheeks jiggled as he walked and he
bounced a bit.  I liked watching him move naked.  I was instantly attracted
to his ass.  I wanted to feel it. To kiss it. And maybe even more.

I debated on a shower but instead I just wiped the last droops of my milk
off with the dirty sock.  I slept naked and greatly enjoyed the freedom.
Four O'clock came quickly so I woke Clay and walked him to the bathroom.
Again he stood like a naked rag doll mindlessly groping his stiffy.  As he
woke up I held his penis with my whole hand and pointed it to the water and
asked him to pee.  He responded after a few seconds.  Then as he was
unloading he felt my exposed erection.  It felt great to have his hand on my
rod.  He placed his tiny fist around the base of my rod and wagged it like a
dogs tail.  Then he rode the erection up to the tip and then going back down
he slid my lose skin back so far it hurt.  Then he just let go and watched
it spring back to it's 45 degree angel.  It wasn't much of a feel, but it
was something.

I led him to bed and searched for another diaper.  He asked if I would jerk
off for him again.  Without a word more we went to the brown velour couch
and he sat beside me letting his naked hip touch mine.  I began slowly using
my left hand, which was further from him, so he could see everything.  His
hands slowly crept over my leg and to my ball-sack.  He felt them one at a
time and I continued to stroke.  He hefted each ball in his hand and then
felt between my legs where my cock root was buried deep under my ripe and
ready balls.  After he had thoroughly inspected my equipment he moved on to
other parts. He moved to my shaft and I just fiddled with my head.  He moved
to my head and I went back to my shaft.  He seemed very interested in my
circumcised strawberry shaped gland.  He let his tiny fingers run around the
ridge of my head and then he opened the slit with his fingers. He smooshed
the head which made me wince and then he bent down and jut kissed it lightly
on the tip.

A single clear drop of passion was beading up on the tip and it clung to his
lower lip as he pulled away.  It wove a bridge of lust between his heart and
mine.  It stretched to a few inches and then the platinum thread snapped and
Clay just let it hang on his lower lip.

He showed some interest in my nipples and I asked him to use his lips on
them.  He did but it was a bit awkward and way too gentle.  His little pink
tongue flicked and lapped but I wanted so much more.  I wanted him to bite
them or stretch them out  with his teeth.  But he only made gentle love to
my red hard buds.

He sat back and watched my jacking and looked me in the eye as he tried to
take in the significant of my actions.  Then he lay his head on my thigh
with his face only inches from my pumping fist.  He found the dry sperm in
my pubic hair and then just  fiddled with my pubs.  He shifted on his cheek
and kissed my balls as they began to climb their security poll.

It took a while but I called a warning to him if he wanted to move.  He
never flinched so I figured I would be kinky and land some on his face.

Pow! The first one shot and landed on his ear and got mixed into his long
hair.  A second one landed right on the corner of his mouth.  He was
suddenly completely awake and opened his mouth in surprise.  The droop of
sperm fell in. I bent my rod as far as I could without hurting my erection
and landed one in his mouth.  He pushed himself away from my missals and he
tumbled to the floor.  I had two more loads to release and he sat on the
floor and watched.  My chest heaved as I moved huge amounts of air and my
face went flush as sweat beaded up on my upper lip and under my eyes.

As my body settled from its quaking I lifted the lad to my lap and without
speaking.  I tenderly licked my milk from his face and ear.  I then gently
kissed him on the lips.  He blinked, grinned, and kissed me back.  My lap
was so enjoying the warmth.

My sticky cock head was jammed against his white crack.  I wanted so much to
ask if he wanted to clean me off, but figured I didn't want to push it too
far in one night.

We both walked to the bathroom, I cleaned us boot off and we peed together
and flushes.  He dressed into his hulk P.J.'s and slipped into his covers.

Day Three

I absolutely could not wait until the next night.  I arrive even earlier
than the night before and his mother was out the door soon.  Instead of
sitting on the toilet and talking to him in the tub I went straight to my
room and striped.  I placed my necklace on the sink and flopped my dick once
in his direction just to loosen things up.  I slipped into the water behind
him and immediately began playing with his limp three inches.  He laid back
on my naked chest and my erection dug into his lower back.  I fondled him as
we talked about his day.  I asked about school as I pealed back his
foreskin.  I asked about dinner as I found his pink pucker and gingerly
massaged it.  I told him about our school ball team as I began to stroke his
now erect member and pluck his nipples like guitar strings.

The water was getting cold so we ran more and I lifted him up and sat him
down facing me.  I handed him the soap and asked him to get me just as
clean.  He stood on his knees and looked me in the eye as he clutched my
erection.

"Are we boyfriends Timmy?"

"What do you mean?"

"My mom says that being gay is no reason to go messing around with every
dick you see.  She says I should only do this if I'm in love.  So, are we in
love?  Are we boyfriends?"

I was dumbfounded at first and tried to process what I had just been told.
Did Miss. O know what I was doing to her little boy?  Was I going to jail?
And the whole time I was still rock hard and his little hand was clenched
around my shinny prick.

"Yes.  We love each other."  I lifted the beaded necklace off the sink where
I had deposed it before getting into the tub.  I placed it around his neck
and kissed him.  I said, "Now were boyfriends."

He fingered the beads and then his eyes brightened up like neon.  He ran his
hands under my legs and said, "I've been thinking about sexing your butt.
Can I do it?  Can I put my dinker in your butt?"

I was overwhelmed by how much obvious sexual experience this nine year old
boy had.  I questioned in my mind how much the unknown Gordon taught him. I
arched my eyebrows and offered a wolf grin as I slipped down in the water
and raised my ass out of the water offering it to my hairless lover.  He was
looking for some kind of lube but only found  some hair conditioning.  He
dumped a glob in my crack and immediately dug a new home for his bone.  He
grunted, laughed and snorted at the same time as he said, "I love the way
this feels."

Another gentle shove of his shaft and he repeated, "I love this stuff".  His
giggle shifted into a coo. He tried to keep eye contact with me but the
passion was taking him into a new light.  As our bodies melted into one he
chanted his new mantra, "I love the way this feels."

I have only had it up my dirty basement a few times and it felt like I was
being disemboweled.  But this was more like a bee sting.  It repeated about
a dozen times then the stinger lost its pain.  I was hoping for a little
more pleasure out of it but I don't know if he is long enough.

His eyes rolled back in his head and his head lay back on his spine.  His
hands griped my arms so hard that I was sure they would leave marks.  He
gasped through a wide open mouth and moist spray flowed from his pink lips.
More thrusts and more heaves and his eyes squinted and his nose scrunched.
More humps and he began making high pitched grunts.  Then he tried to speak.
  But all that came out was, "IIIII gaaa love darn, darn, darn  IIIIIIIII
Ohhhh more, more, heck."

His wet heaving chest gulped in air as he began to cry.  Big hot tears ran
down his cheeks and to his neck as he continued to shove in deeper and
deeper.  He finally got out "this is the best ever."  and he collapsed on my
chest.

A small stream of drool hit my tit and tears still flowed to my nipple.  His
now free dick was laying on my soapy erection and his slick belly was firmly
pressed to mine.  I could tell he wanted to just fall off to sleep so I
reached the water facet with my feet and ran more warm water until it
covered us to the neck.  His face floated close to mine so I kissed him
repeatedly on his gaped lips.  I tugged at his lower lip with mine and
gently felt his slick butt in the most sensual way I could imagine. He slept
on me for over an hour before he started kissing back.

By eight O'clock that night we were out of the tub, dry and having a soft
drink.  I asked, "did Gorgon ever make love to you like that?"

He answered, " Oh, no!  Gordon just showed me what not to do with strangers.
  It's just wrong to sex up a stranger.  He got in bed with me and showed me
what a pervert might try to do and how to recognize the signs.  He never
made love  to me.  He's totally straight.  I'm the gay one. He just showed
me how someone else might.  It felt really good, but not like you and me.
Nothing ever felt that good. "

"How do you know your gay?" I asked.

"Gordon told me.  How do you know?"

I sat perplexed by the question.  No one had ever asked me that before.  I
ran my hand up under his towel to cuddle his member and said in his ear,
"I'm still working on that.  I'm not sure I love all boys.  I just know I
love you."

He jumped to the TV, turned on Fuse and Green Day was playing.  He began to
dance and jump around.  It was great to watch him move around naked.  His
dick flopped and his ass jiggled.  His hair tossed form side to side and he
tried to drink his Pepsi as he pranced around the room.  He stopped in fount
of me and asked me in a tone like he were asking the time, "Could I suck
your dinker sometime?"

Again I was dumbfounded but I just opened my legs and let him have me.  He
got my head and half way down my shaft to the dark ridge of flesh on my
circumcised shaft.  He stopped and looked up at me from between my legs.  He
began bopping my head on his chin like it were some kind of child's toy and
asked, "I'm getting tired.  Can we sleep together tonight?"  I nodded yes
and he patted the sofa next to my bare ass.  I lay down and he covered me
with a knitted blanket.  Then he hid under the cover and went back to
sucking me off.  I really got off on the servicing. He did not stop at my
orgasm but continued until I was hard again.  Then he wormed up my naked
body until his now sweaty head lay on my heaving-beating tits.  He muttered
sleepily, "tomorrow I'll show you what I learned about vibrators."

I cupped his ass cheeks in my palms and pressed his half hard into my
stomach.  He kissed my left nipple and fell off to sleep.  I went off to
dream land with my finger tip inside his pucker and his moist lips on my
neck.

I think I'll show up early again tomorrow.