Date: Fri, 6 Nov 2009 21:30:41 -0800
From: Oral Litener <orallite@inbox.com>
Subject: Gambal's Story - Part 3

Disclaimer:

The people and events described here are completely fictional. This story
involves young boys, nudity and graphically depicts preteen sexual
situations. If this offends you, or if there are laws in your area
prohibiting you from reading this type of story...you should go somewhere
else. If you choose to stay and read, I hope you enjoy the story.

If you enjoyed my story (or not), I would love to hear from you at
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From Part 2:

"Enzio," I said, "PLEASE! Can you met me out in front of school after last
period -- we have to talk!"

"Of course Amore! I will be very anxious to meet you after school so we can
make plans. I live right accross the street from the school -- you will see
me in front of my house." He then quickly hugged me and kissed me on the
lips and then ran out of the bathroom.

"I do too" I said but it was too late for him to hear me -- the door had
closed after him. I wanted to tell him that I lived accross the street from
the school also.

The warning buzzer for 4th period rang then and I started running.

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Gambal's Story - Part 3

Needless to say the rest of the school day . . . after my first experience
with boy-boy sex and after falling in love with the beautiful Enzio
. . . the rest of the day went very slowly and I couldn't concentrate. If
my 4th period math teacher has asked me to do a simple addition problem I
would have probably blown it!

Finally, after what seemed like a week, I was in my last class counting
seconds; when that last bell rang I grabbed by backpack and ran for the
front door of the school. It took me 10 minutes -- ten panicky minutes --
to find Enzio. He was sitting on the front stairs of his house as he said
he would be, and his house was across the street from the school as he said
it would be but not accross the street from the front of the school
(Bartlett Street) -- it was on Olive Street, the street that runs along the
side of the school.

I joined him on the front steps of his house, sat real close (hip to hip)
and just enjoyed being there with him. We didn't speak right away, and we
didn't dare hold hands or hug or kiss hello; I know I wanted to and I'm
sure he did too but it was too public. Finally I gave him the bad news:
"Enzio, my mom wants me home right after school, if I don't go right away
she'll give me hell. Do you suppose you could come over to my house for a
while, would your parents mind?"

"No," he answered, "they wouldn't mind -- they wouldn't even know. They're
both at the shop! They own a gift shop on Main street and they won't be
home till about 9:00." He stood up. "So lets go? Where do you live -- is it
far?"

"No," I responded, "I live accross the street from the school too -- but
its the street in front of the school."

We started walking toward my house. I wanted so badly to hold his hand; we
were lovers now, we should be able to do that but the rules are different
for two boys -- I didn't know much about gay relationships at that time but
I knew that much. Enzio was apparently thinking similar things but he was
more clever than I was, he put his right arm around my shoulder as we
walked; now we appeared to be just two buddies walking home from school but
we had the physical contact we both were dying for.

When we arrive at my house, my mother was in the kitchen (always in the
kitchen like those TV moms are). We walked into the kitchen and I said "Hi
mom!" She had her back to us so she didn't know anyone else was there.

If I had thought about it ahead of time I would have probably not invited
Enzio over without mom knowing I wasn't alone, or at least kept him away
from my Mom until the greetings were over -- I knew what she was going to
say next and then, before I could interrupt her she said it: "So how was
school today Poopie Head?"

Everything happened fast after that, as soon as the words "Poopie Head"
were out of her mouth, Enzio started roaring with laughter. "Poopie Head!"
he screamed, "Oh that's beautiful!" My mother swung around as soon as she
heard this unfamiliar laugh and started stammering, "Gambie (that's not
great but better than Poopie Head") why . . ." I knew what she was about to
say, why didn't I warn her that we had company, so I cut her off. "Sorry
mom I should have said something -- I forgot!"

Blushing furiously, blushing because she knew she embarrassed me, she
explained to Enzio, who had tears of laughter streaming down his face,
"that's just a little family nickname" then to me she said "I'm so sorry!"

Thinking to myself how intimate Enzio and I had already been -- I mean
Christ! He had even watched me poop (and he seemed to enjoy it)! This was
no big deal. "No problem mom! Really" I said. Then wrapping an arm around
Enzio's shoulder as he had done when we were walking, I said: "This is
Enzio, Mom! We met today at school and we're already best friends. No
secrets between us, right Enzio?"

Enzio smiled his mother melting smile and said, "Right!"

Big smile from Mom! She always asked why I didn't have friends over and I
never told her 'its because I have no friends and it's your fault -- you
never let me do anything outside the house.' It was now time for Mom to
start the interrogation: To Enzio she said: "It's nice to meet you Enzio!
Do you live around here?"

"Yes mam!" replied Enzio, "right around the corner on Olive Street."

"Is it OK for you to be here? I mean, do your parents know where you're
at?"

"No mam," the ever polite Enzio answered, "they're both at work. They own a
gift shop on Main Street and don't get home until late."

Whoops! Wrong answer -- even though its true.

"Oh you poor boy! Well you call them right now, use the phone over there
and tell them you're at a friends house and tell them not to worry. Then
let me talk to your mother or father!"

Wide eyed, Enzio nodded at my Mom and then shot me a look that asked
"what's her problem?" I'd explain to him later that that's just the way she
is!

Enzio called his mom at the shop and told her where he was and gave the
phone to my mom. My mom told his mom that Enzio seemed like a very nice,
polite young man and he would be welcome at our house every day after
school and is invited to join us for dinner and, when they arrived home
from work, we would walk him to his door.

Wow! It was all I could do to not start yelling YES! and grab Enzio in a
big hug. (That did happen just minutes later though.)

After mom hung up the phone we both ran over to her and hugged her and said
thank you. She was shocked but very happy that she had made her little
"Poopy Head" and his friend happy -- thank God she didn't use those words
out loud though.

I asked my mom then: "Is it OK if Enzio and I go to my room to play some
video games?"

She shot me a you should know better look. "It's OK if you and Enzio go to
your room and do your homework or study something if you don't have
homework!" she said sternly. "You know that has to be first, before any
games."

"Yes mom, I know!" I replied sheepishly. "Comeon Enzio, homework time!" I
said as i took him by his hand (a simple act but the skin on skin contact
got my cock rising again) and led him to my room. When the door was closed
I yelled "Yes!" and grabbed Enzio --- my new love -- in a big hug. His
response was very appropriate. He hugged back and kissed me. Soon we were
happily swapping spit and we were all the more happy because, from now on,
we would be able to do this every day!

After the initial love stuff I announced, "OK it's homework time!"

Enzio's face fell. "Rats!" he muttered.

"Not so bad!" I cheerfully replied. "I always do my homework in my undies
and since you're doing homework here you can too -- besides, first day of
school I have no homework.

Enzio smiled that killer smile -- not the one he used on my mom bt the one
he used to seduce me in the 3rd floor bathroom that morning. "That makes it
much better!" he said as he hurredly stripped down to just his baby blue
briefs; I don't have any either!

We sat at my desk -- both in the same chair to maximize contact -- and had
just opened up my geography book when Mom popped in. She saw us sitting
together in just our undies and, being the innocent mom she is, she smiled
-- this was like getting another son that she can protect from the
world. Little did she know that it wasn't the world he needed protecting
from -- it was from me!

"Dinner will be ready in about an hour, or whenever your dad gets home and
is ready to eat. And Enzio!" she said.

"Yes mam?" Enzio asked.

We all wear shirts and pants at the dinner table -- barefoot is OK though.

"Yes mam!" Enzio said cheerfully. "And thank you so much for inviting me to
dinner!"

Mom just glowed. "Well your very welcome!" As he left the room we could
here her amazed muttering: "What a polite child!"

When the door closed and we figured we'd be safe for awhile we kissed and
hugged more and soon Enzio's hand went down the front of my undies and he
started massaging my rapidly rising cock. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed
the sensations he was giving me.

With my eyes still closed I felt Enzio move from next to me on the chair
and when I opened my eyes to see what he was doing, he was kneeling between
my knees. He started pulling on my undies -- he pulled them down my legs
until my hard cock popped out.

Enzio grabbed my cock and started moving the lose skin up and down; it felt
so very good all I could do was close my eyes again and wait for what I
knew would come next. It wasn't long till I felt my cock inserted in
Enzio's warm, wet mouth. His lips closed tight around my shaft and he
started doing the same thing with his lips that he had with his hand -- he
moved the loose skin up and down and, at the same time, I felt his tongue
playing along the bottom of the shaft.

Then, something I had not expected, Enzio took his mouth off my cock and
took my ball sack in his mouth -- Oh My God! I was going crazy with that
sensation, while he was doing that I grabbed my own cock and moved my hand
up and down the shaft like Enzio had shown me but only faster -- faster was
better.

After wonderful minutes of having my ball sack sucked and played with and
jerking on my cock. Enzio backed off my ball sack and said something that
changed everything, he said: "Please fuck my mouth master!"

Master? I thought to myself. He must want to pretend that he is my slave
and I'm his master. Wow!

I surprised myself; it was like a whole new personality came out of me and
I kinda liked it -- but at the same time I loved Enzio and you don't treat
someone you love like a slave. But this was a game and if Enzio wanted to
play slave I was ready to play master.

It wasn't hard, he was like telling me its OK to use him -- suddenly it
would not be Enzio sucking my cock it would be me fucking his mouth. I
grabbed the sides of his head and said to him "slave boy, I want you
naked!"

Enzio, now my slave, complied immediately by yanking off his undies. His
cock was erect. "Slave boy," I said again, "kiss my feet!"

My slave not only kissed my feet he licked each sole and washed each toe
with his tongue.

Without another word I pulled his head toward my cock and rammed it in his
mouth. He held his lips so tight around my fully erect cock that it felt
like it must feel like to fuck a girl -- OR, I suddenly though, it might be
like fucking his ass. I decided to find out -- not today, but soon.

That sensation hit me again, that pleasure/pain feeling at the base of my
cock. I rammed my cock as far as I could in Enzio's mouth and felt the back
of his throat close around it. The orgasm hit like a freight train -- I
wondered if, some day, I would get used to it. Enzio kept my cock in his
mouth until it was very small.

"How can I serve you now Master?" my slave asked.

Things, I'm sure you noticed, are different after an orgasm, all I wanted
now was to hug and kiss my lover -- I was already tired of this new game.

"All I want now Enzio is your naked body pressed up against mine," I told
him, "I want to kiss you and hold you and never let you go."

Enzio smiled but it was a sad smile. "You don't really like the Master /
Slave game do you?" he asked.

"No," I confessed, "not really. I don't want to be your master, just your
lover."

Enzio was quiet for a minute -- I could see he was thinking and then my
heart broke -- he started crying.

(Continued)