Date: Sun, 8 Nov 2009 23:10:56 -0800
From: Oral Litener <orallite@inbox.com>
Subject: Gay-Ed For Corbin

Disclaimer:

The people and events described here are completely fictional. This story
involves young boys, nudity and graphically depicts preteen/early teen
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.

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Gay-Ed For Corbin

My name is Drake, I'm 13 y/o and gay and my boyfriend Gary is away for
three weeks with his parents at some cabin they own at some lake -- he just
left last night and already I'm horny as hell.

I'm sitting on my porch steps thinking that maybe if I get on the Internet
and find a good gay site I might have enough jackoff material to at least
get over my immediate crisis. Moments later though I'm distracted when
Corbin, a cute and very sweet 11 y/o boy who lives on my street, zooms by
on his bike, he waves at me and then starts showing off. Corbin takes his
hands off the handlebars and throws them up in the air -- almost
immediately his bike veers off to the left, he hits my neighbor's tree with
his front tire and then with his face and simultaneously catches the bike
frame in his crotch.

I rushed over to him as soon as it happens. He's in an extreme fetal
position, holding his now aching balls and his nose is bleeding. It's, of
course, time for me to say something stupid like, "Hey Corbie, you OK? He
didn't really respond -- he just moaned.

I bent over, picked him up, carried him into my house and laid him on the
sofa. I ran into the bathroom and grabbed three washcloths and an icebag
then went ito the kitchen, wet the washcloths and filed up the
icebags. When I got back to the livingroom Corbin had resumed his 'God my
balls hurt' position but his nose seems to have stopped bleeding.

I rolled Corbin on his back, held up the ice bag and said, "this will make
the pain between your legs go away but we have to get your jeans off." I
didn't give him a chance to respond I just unbuttoned and unzipped his
jeans and tugged them down. I laid the icebag on the front of his underwear
and yanked off his sneakers so I could get his pants off his legs and then
managed to get the icebag tucked into his crotch by spreading his legs a
bit. He jumped at the cold and opened his mouth like he was about to yell
but I told him, "It'll start to feel better now -- we just have to let the
ice do its work." Then, as an afterthought I told him, "I've done the same
thing on my bike -- that's how I know ice works." When I said that, Corbin
gave me a disbelieving look -- he probably thought that no one else could
do something that klutzy.

I then moved over and sat down by his side on the edge of the couch and
started cleaning the blood off his face. As I cleaned him up I told him the
stuff you say to someone, especially a kid, when you want to make him feel
OK, stuff like 'you're gonna be OK', 'you're lucky, nothing seems to be
broken' and 'it couda been worse.'.'

Finally Corbin spoke: "Thanks Drake!"

"Hey no problem little buddy! Why don't you just close your eyes and take a
little nap while the ice is doing its thing -- I'll be right here with you
until you wake up." I started stroking his forehead and his cheek, hoping
this would comfort him. At that moment I felt like this was a little
brother that I needed to take care of.

"Why you being so nice to me?" Corbin asked then with a questioning look on
his face. I knew where he was coming from. We had said 'hi' when passing
each other but I had never spoken two words to him other than that -- I
guess he figured that I was just a big kid who had no time for little kids.

"Well I'm nice to you because I like you!" I told him.

Corbin's eyes grew wide. "Really?" he said with amazement.

"Yeah really!" I answered, smiling at him. "I guess I never was very
friendly before," I told him, "cause . . . well cause I'm a big jerk." That
got a musical giggle out of him and that giggle went in my ear and bounced
around my head then it went in my stomach, making me feel kind of warm and
then I remembered how horny I was -- and here I had a beautiful 11 year-old
on my couch with his pants off.

"You're not a jerk!" he said in my defense. "You're just older and don't
have time for littler kids."

"Well," I said "let me tell you a secret. You know that kid I always hang
around with: Gary!"

He nodded his head, listening intently for the 'secret' I promised I was
going to tell.

"Well Gary is only about a year older than you and . . ." I hesitated. "Can
I trust you not to tell anyone what I'm going to tell you?"

With a very serious face, Corbin raised his right hand, "I promise!"

"Gary is more than my friend, he's my boyfriend!"

For a moment he didn't understand what I was saying then he was back to
that wide-eyed disbelieving look.

"You mean," he asked, "you're a . . ." He was going to say "fag", I just
know he was because that's the word that all the kids at school use, but he
caught himself in time. Then very meekly he said: "You and Gary are gay?"

"That's right!" I confirmed. "me and Gary are gay."

"And you do . . . uhh . . . sex stuff with him?" Corbin asked hesitantly.

"Well yeah, we do sex stuff but that's not what makes us gay."

Now Corbin was really confused. "What do you mean?" he asked.

I answered him with a question. "Are you gay?"

Without hesitation he shook his head.

"OK!" I said. "but remember that being gay is more than doing sex stuff
with another boy! I'll bet, if you wanted to be completely honest with me,
you'd admit that you and some of your friends have fooled around and done
some sexy stuff together -- and if you have, that doesn't make you gay --
almost all boys do that, not because they're gay but because they're
curious and because sex is fun!"

At first Corbin was very quiet and not looking me in the face -- I was
betting I had hit the nail on the head; then he confirmed it. "Me and Jason
(the kid who lived next door to him) did some stuff together. So if that
doesn't make you gay, why do you say that YOU'RE gay?"

"Because Gary and I are in love. Right now Gary is 100 miles away and
. . . well I won't lie and say I don't miss the things we do together but
it's more than that -- I miss not being with him -- even just sitting
around and talking and laughing or playing checkers or Monopoly. So my
answer to your question is, you know you're gay when you miss the person
even more than the sex stuff you do together."

Corbin's response to that was a soft "Wow" and then silence. Then he said
something that seemed, at first, very strange. "That feels nice!" That's
when I realized what I was doing.

I realized then that sometime during my explanation of gay or not gay I had
unconsciously put my hand under Corbin's t-shirt and started rubbing his
tummy -- that's something I do with Gary all the time and I guess that's
why I did it -- the amazing thing is, Corbin didn't seem to mind; he just
lay there like it was the most normal thing in the world. I smiled and
explained that I do that to Gary all the time and told him I was glad he
liked it. Then he sucker-punched me! "What else do you and Gary do?" he
asked.

When he asked me that, I felt the so very soft skin of his tummy under my
right hand and knew where I wanted to go and what I hoped his answer would
be.

"Would you like me to show you what Gary and me do? It wouldn't be gay," I
added quickly, " . . . just two boys fooling around like you and Jason
did. OK?" I asked hopefully.

I almost couldn't hear it -- but I did hear it, he said "OK, I guess."

"Great!" I said. "Have you ever kissed a girl?" I asked him. He vigorously
shook his head.

"Well let me show you how me and Gary kiss," I said as I lowered my mouth
to his. Just before our lips touched I told him to open his lips just a
bit; he did and my tongue was really a surprise to him when it darted
through his lips but he got the idea real quick and soon his tongue was
wrestling with mine but he never put his tongue in my mouth. As we kissed,
I pulled his shirt up as far as it would go. As soon as I broke the kiss it
quickly came off. I started kissing his chest and sucked lightly on his
nipples. I looked at his eyes and saw that they were just about completely
closed. He was enjoying this.

Moving lower, my tongue invaded his innie belly button -- he giggled wildly
but never opened his eyes to watch.

Slowly, I worked my lips (delivering light kisses) and my tongue down
toward the waistband of his white briefs; as I did that I slowly removed
the icebag from between his legs and then I started slipping his briefs
down -- continuing the kissing and licking as his smooth, hairless pubic
area was unveiled. Corbin took a very deep breath but said nothing as I
lifted his hips and got the back of the briefs below his bubble-shaped
buttcheeks. The front of Corbin's briefs were straining against a very hard
little cock. When I unveiled that nearly 4-inch circumcised delight I was
the one taking a very deep breath.

Just seconds later I was working Corbin's briefs past his feet and, just
because I have a personal preference for barefoot boys and their little
toes, I snatched his white socks off his feet. Corbin's eyes did fly open
wide when he felt his big toe enter my mouth. My theory is, a young
barefoot boy has ten extra "penises" to suck on and I enjoyed every one of
them as Corbin went from surprise to giggles to soft moaning.

After "washing" his feet thoroughly I was more than ready to kiss and lick
my way back up -- heading straight for Corbin's ballsack which plainly
contained two marble sized (and no doubt still tender) testicles. As I
moved back up I readjusted Corbin's legs (he was being very cooperative and
very pliable) so that his knees were up in the air and spread apart enough
for me to get that sweet sack in my mouth. After tenderly and thoroughly
licking the sweat off Corbin's genitalia, my tongue slipped down to invade
his buttcheeks where I teased his pucker with my tongue -- tasting a bit of
the gritty residue from his last bowel movement (I imagine that would taste
repulsive if this were an adult or even an older teen -- but it was just
like a strange necter from this 11 y/o boy.)

Finally I was ready for the treat at the end of this oral journey and, I
could see from the way Corbin's cock was pulsing, that he was also very
ready. The attack started with my tongue, licking Corbin's "steel-hard rod"
like it was a popsicle -- Corbin's hips began to buck -- jerking up off the
sofa before I got his taste treat in my mouth and then, after his cock was
inserted between my closed lips, the bucking got absolutely primal.

I felt such joy in giving this little guy that much joy! I have to confess
that, during these precious moments, with Corbin's cock pulsing and
pounding in my mouth that I forgot all about Gary and all about the special
things we do together -- this time was all Corbin's and, right now, Corbin
was my whole world.

As I masturbated Corbin with my lips tight around his cock my tongue
explored every ridge, wrinkle and crease and I actually felt him growing in
my mouth -- his bucking got more and more intense until I finally heard him
yell "Ahhhh" and until I felt a small amount of his honey-sweet precum fall
on my tongue. His body was completely relaxed when I finally pulled my
mouth off of Corbin's sweet meat. I continued planting little kisses on his
tummy, his pubic area, his heavenly soft inner thighs and that
preternaturally smooth area just underneath his ballsack.

I was so preoccupied with my oral explorations I almost didn't hear Corbin:
"Drake! If you kiss me again I'll tell YOU a secret." He had to promise me
nothing to get my tongue in his mouth again, but the promise of a reward
made it more exciting. We kissed deeply and I do mean WE! Corbin's tongue
was battling with mine in my mouth as well as in his and he was going at it
with gusto. When he finally broke the kiss he just stared in my eyes for a
minute before he asked me: "You'll never tell anyone will you?" extracting
the same promise from me that I had gotten from him. My right hand went up
like his had (I guess we both watch too much Court TV) and I promised.

"Jason and me do that . . . what you did to me. You do it much better than
Jason!" was Corbin's secret.

I gave Corbin a big smile and told him, "I'll never tell Jason that I do it
better than he does if you never tell Gary that I do it better than Jason
does." Corbin laughed -- God what a wonderful sound!

"Here's another secret," Corbin finally said with a serious look on his
face, "I do it better than Jason!" I was about to make some comment about
that when Corbin continued and shook my world; "Would you like to see?"

I was absolutely speechless for a minute but my mind was racing with
questions: 'Did Corbin just offer me a blow job?' 'What should I say?' 'Is
that a good thing to do, to accept a blow job from an 11 year-old
neighborhood boy?' All my answers came up in the "yes" column.

"Sure!" I said, "If you're sure you want to -- you know just because I did
it to you, you don't HAVE to do it to me."

"I want to!" Corbin said very clearly. "Take off your clothes and lay down
here!" Corbin instructed me as he jumped up off the couch.

I stripped off my t-shirt and my shorts; I wasn't wearing any underwear,
and laid down on the couch on my back. Corbin wasted no time climbing on
top of me, wiggling up so that our faces were at the same place and kissing
me. We played "blazing tongues" for a while and then Corbin began to work
his way down, just as I had, kissing and licking all the way.

I had never had a naked younger boy crawling on top of me like that and had
never had one make such thorough love to my body. By the time Corbin got to
my cock, it was as hard as it had ever been. He didn't hesitate! Apparently
he had really learned to enjoy his games with Jason and especially enjoyed
sucking cock.

As soon as my cock felt the warm moist mouth close around it, I felt my
orgasm rushing at me like a freight train. "Corbin!" I said to the boy who
was hungrily sucking on my bone. "When I say 'I'm Cumming' you might wand
to take it out of your mouth or you'll have a mouth full." Corbin was too
busy to respond and I hoped that he heard me.

I kept my orgasm at bay as long as I could by trying to think about other
things but when you're getting a good blow job -- and Corbin WAS as good as
he said -- it's hard to think of other things.

"I'm cumming!" I said in a loud enough voice so that Corbin would be sure
to hear. He didn't get off my cock and when I did cum I heard him gagging
but he stayed on me until I was finished -- maybe exhausted is a better
word than 'finished.'

Corbin might have swollowed some of my cum but he spit quite a bit out on
my belly and then cracked me up by giving me his most devilish "Sweeny
Todd" like smile while it was still dripping out of his mouth. I laughed
and reached down to grab him by the arm pits, pulled him up and cleaned the
rest of my cum out of his mouth with my tongue. What a sweet, sweet boy. I
wanted to keep him with me, on me, naked with me forever; but that's far
too long when it's already 2:00 in the afternoon and parents will be home
within a few hours.

Corbin layed on my belly, completely content for about 30 minutes before he
tried to move and then found it very hard to dislodge himself from the
dried remains of my orgasm.

"Comeon loverboy!" I said to him, grasping him tightly by his butt and
standing up. "Lets go take a shower. We had a relaxing shower with no more
sex play. It was just so perfect and peaceful having this slim, beautiful,
happy boy taking a shower with me that thinking about sex would have been
like getting a boner during "Masterpiece Theatre" -- just don't happen.

We dried and dressed and then went outside to survey the wreckage of his
bike. It wasn't too bad but he needed to get a new front wheel before he
could ride it without looking like a circus clown.

I hoped, as Corbin walked his bike back down the sidewalk toward his house
that he would visit me often during Gary's vacation; it seemed, at that
moment, like a real good possibility.