Date: Wed, 17 Sep 2008 15:14:41 -0500
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: GREAT BALL GAME  (t/b oral, anal)

This story is fiction, and it depicts two young boys in sexual activity. If
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GREAT BALL GAME (t/b oral anal)


Basketball was never my thing, especially high school games. I know; every
guy is supposed to be crazy for basketball, or football, or hockey, or
something. I never have been.  Hell, I'm not even in high school.  I'm only
13, but I've learned to accept the fact that I'm just not like a lot of
other guys my age.

I had gone to a home game with my aunt and uncle, since their son was on
the team. I was staying with them for a week while Mom recovered from some
serious surgery. My dad's dead, and there wasn't anyplace else to go. God
forbid I should try to take care of myself at home alone!

My cousin, three years older than me, hardly ever actually got into a
game. He just wasn't good enough, but you'd never know it to listen to
him. Braggert with an ego so huge it was more than I could take.
Arrogent. A snob. And he treated me like a little kid.

I'd sort of hoped we might have a little fun, but that's not happening.
He's not a bad looking guy.  Great chest on him, and he's made sure he
could show that off in front of me.  I don't really see that much of him
around the house.  I'm stuck in a little room at the back of the house.
Besides, the guy just turns me off bigtime!  Straight as an arrow, always
ready with a story about some girl he'd fucked. He was a fucking liar about
his talents at sports, so he was probably a fucking liar about fucking,
too.

I had a cool fantasy one night while jacking off about giving this straight
cousin the best blow job he'd ever get.

Anyway, I only had to put up with him for a few more days. His being on the
team was a big thing with his family, and on the Friday during my visit I
was dragged along, too.

I left, with the excuse of a bad stomach, to find the john. The men's room
was not very large, empty at the moment, and reeking of piss. I added my
particular contribution to the mix.  I shook and played with the snake for
a minute, but then I put it away, deciding I would go out for a smoke.
Yeah, I know. Leave me alone on it; I hear it at home.

As I washed my hands in the sink, a kid wearing a sweatshirt with the home
team's logo on it walked in, unzipping as he walked. Apparently he had had
quite a bit to drink. I watched in the dirty mirror as he stood in front of
the urinal. A long piss.  I took in his long brown hair and the angle of
his head as he watched the pee shooting out of his little prick.  Maybe
nine, ten. Had to be a hairless pecker taking that nice long piss. Nice
little ass on him, from what I could see of his loose jeans. But this was
strange territory to me, and I wasn't about to mess with local kids.

The kid wiggled a little while he shook his prick with one hand and ran the
other hand through his hair.  Walked out without washing his hands.  Kids.

Besides, there were better fantasies to be had in the bleachers, with all
those hot teens jumping around. The opposing team had one guy with their
cheerleaders who could do gymnastic stunts that were spectacular.  Tank
top.  Tights.  A butt to die for.  And I bet he could suck his own dick.
File that one away for future fantasies.

The front of the building was pretty crowded with people who'd also left a
boring game for a smoke, so I wandered around a corner into a sort of alley
between the gym and the classroom building next door. I lit up and leaned
back against a loading dock. I let my hand wander over my crotch as I
pictured one of the guys who had been sitting sort of in front of us. Light
brown hair, nape of the neck so smooth...

Then, into my head popped a picture of the kid at the urinal. I wondered
what his dick looked like. No hair, of course. Cut, uncut? My cock grew as
I speculated. How big was I when I was a kid?  I hadn't started measuring
yet at nine or ten, I don't think.  Sure played with it, but I just hadn't
thought to measure it.  I wondered if he'd ever measured his.

There was a movement at the other end of the alley, and I looked just in
time to see a dark figure cross to the corner of the classroom building.
The figure was small. I had the kid on my mind, so it could have been my
imagination, but the figure sure looked familiar.

I was back in a kind of corner where I couldn't be seen, so I unzipped and
slid my hand inside. I usually go commando, so it was easy to find what I
was looking for. I stroked along the length of my dick -- not its full five
inches yet -- and played with some of the precum that had already begun to
ooze out. That week I hadn't been free to jerk off anywhere except in bed
or in the bathroom.  At home I liked jerking off in unusual places.  School
john.  Park restroom.  Middle of the football field one night...  Well,
that's another story.

Oh, yeah, my cousin said he didn't jerk off. Never had. Never needed
to. Fucking liar.

What was a kid doing outside alone? And around a building locked up for the
night? With lights and crowds and the noise from the gym just next door? I
zipped up and went to find out.

I rounded the far corner of the building to find a door that was ajar. I
stopped before I got too close, and I thought I could hear something.
Sounded like someone... breathing? Was somebody in trouble? None of my
business.

But it could be that kid in trouble...

When I pulled the door open just enough light got in so I could see the
little guy sitting in a corner of the stairwell. His jeans and briefs were
down around his ankles, and his legs were splayed wide open and bent at the
knees to give him full access to his little dick.  The whiteness of the
inside of his thighs almost glowed in the light coming through the high
windows, and his little dick was almost red from his stroking.  He was
jerking it for all he was worth.

"Fuck!" He almost shouted the word when he saw me in the doorway.

"Take it easy, kid," I said quietly, as I stepped through the door and
closed it quietly behind me. "I'm not going to cause you any grief. No
business of mine if you want to come over here and play your own little
game."

"Don't tell anybody, okay, dude? My dad... please, just don't tell."

"I just said I wouldn't, kid. Go on, get back to it." I grinned, waiting to
see if he would resume.

He waited for a minute. "You're the guy in the bathroom. Aren't you?"

"That's me, little buddy. Watched you walk up to that urinal and pull out
your junk and piss away."

He slowly started his motion again. He was going to finish off in front of
me! I stepped a little closer, hoping I wouldn't frighten him. He actually
turned a bit so I could get a better look. He stopped his jacking and held
his little dick in the palm of his hand, showing it to me!  Damn kid was
proud of his little prick!

The perfect little boy pecker, stiff as a rod, the tiny head of it red with
all his stroking. Over two inches for sure. Maybe three. My god, it was a
beautiful little cocklet. I hardly remembered when mine had looked like
that. But I did remember how much I liked to show mine off when I was
little.

"You want to help me?" he asked. "You do, doncha? It's okay."

Damn.  He was holding that hard little prick on his smooth palm like he was
offering me a gift.  And he was.

I sat down beside him, and he moved his hand aside. I cradled his hot
little dick in my hand for a moment. Not a hair on it or around it.  The
hard little shaft wasn't any bigger around than my finger, but it was as
hot -- and hard -- as a poker.  The circumcised head was darker, a firm
little mushroom.  That's what I felt like when I was a little kid, I
thought. Feeling the heat of it, the pulsing of it, made me instantly hard
again, and I adjusted myself with my other hand.  My cock was really hard
now, and I could feel the precum on my thigh.

"You can pull down your pants. I seen big dicks before," he said. "I wanna
see yours."

An invitation I couldn't refuse. My pants were down to my ankles in a
flash, and my five inches of hard cock sprang up. Without hesitation, the
kid reached for it. His cocklet slipped off my palm as he moved to put his
hand on my shaft. I heard him suck in his breath when he touched it, and he
began to stroke it up and down.  His fingers left my dick for a minute to
play around in the bush of hair I had.  My cock lurched, and he grabbed for
it again.

His fingers circled my cockhead, and then he put his hand fully around the
base of my dick.  He tightened his fingers a bit and slowly pulled his hand
all the way up.  Since I'd been stroking a bit outside, more precum leaked
out for him right away. He got some on his fingers and then licked them
off, grinning up at me.  This little man knows how to have fun! I picked
him up and carried him to one of the steps where we could be just a little
more comfortable. Our pants were left on the floor.

I arranged him so I could get my face in his crotch first. I had to suck on
that little morsel of flesh. I sucked it in, and he gasped with
pleasure. If my mouth hadn't been full, I would have smiled at the sound,
remembering some of the neighborhood kids at home when I'd been the age of
this kid.

Yeah, plenty of guys at home had eaten my little dick for me.  I was in a
mouth for the first time when I was nine, and, oh fuck, was I a happy
little guy.  And I'd been only too happy to return the favor. I was the
neighborhood cocksucker. What the older boys didn't know was that I'd made
them all cocksuckers, too -- at least for my little dick.  I'd suck any
dick for a promise that I'd get sucked in return.  I was good enough I got
lots of repeat business, too!  Never could decide which I liked best when I
was a horny little kid -- a big cock in my mouth, or my own little prick in
somebody else's mouth.  What difference did it make?  I was getting both!

I kneaded that hard little nail with my tongue. He squirmed into me,
pressing his flesh against my mouth. His warm naked thighs were pressed
against my cheeks, as though he were caressing my cheeks with them. I got
one hand behind him, cupped his smooth ass and pulled him in deep. I nursed
on his tasty little cocklet as though I'd never tasted one before.  I
pressed it against the inside of one cheek and then the other.  A hot
little stick!  I flipped it around and around with my tongue and flicked my
tongue against the underside of his tiny dickhead.  I ran my tongue around
that little dickhead so fast I almost got dizzy.

His sounds were marvelous. He wasn't loud, but his hums and sighs and gasps
echoed up and down the stairwell as though there were a hundred little boys
being pleasured by my mouth.  Every now and then, when I paid special
attention to his dickhead, he'd reward me with a supressed little squeal.
My tongue held his hard little pecker up to the roof of my mouth, moving
the hot little head back to the softer part, and then I hummed for him.

His loud groan meant the vibration I'd started had shot into his belly just
like I knew it would.  I lowered my tone to a deep hum, and his groan
became a whimper.  It had been a while since I'd eaten a dick this little,
but I still remembered.  I could feel him shiver in pleasure.

"Ohh yea maaaan oooooooo yesssssss... mmmmm..."  Sweet sounds.

He spread his smooth thighs a bit wider, like he was begging me to eat it
all, everything this little kid had to offer.  I glanced up once to see
that his head was thrown backward a bit, his mouth hanging open and his
eyes glazed.

I pulled back just enough to raise his ass up a bit and reach his little
balls with my tongue. They were so little, it felt like licking hot
marbles.  I circled my lips around one and then the other as I licked and
sucked gently.  He moaned as he grabbed my hair with both hands and pulled
me tighter against his boysex.  I sucked on one little globe and then the
other, and I licked his warm skin all around.  These warm little nuts were
long from the time when they'd produce anything, though at the moment they
were sure producing lots of pleasure for their young owner.

I pulled away for a minute for a deep breath.  "How old are you, kid?"

"Ten," he gasped. "Please don't stop, dude... Oh, man... fuck it's
fantastic... you're so fucking good..."

Damn straight, I'm good, little dude.  I went back to one of his boyballs.
He squirmed so much while I washed it with my tongue I had to hold his ass
tight to keep him in place.  He was panting now, and I figured his mind was
lost somewhere in that place boys go when their bodies just surrender to
that lust for more and more.

I yanked my sweater off over my head and lay it on the step; then I picked
him up by his ass and moved him on top of it so he would be a little more
comfortable -- and so my hands cupping his ass wouldn't be pressed against
the hard steps. He opened his little legs for me again as I resumed
sucking.

My finger, which I had wet with my mouth while adjusting the boy, found his
little pussyhole. He moaned as I caressed it.  So smooth and tight.  His
dick was burning in my mouth as my tongue raced around it, and I knew he
was nearly there.

"Ooooo fuck man oh yeah yeah...."

His hot little boydick spasmed in my mouth with the beginning of his
orgasm, and he made a beautiful sound as he experienced his dry cum, high
and sweet. He throbbed in my mouth several times, his voice revealing the
intensity of it; his pleasure echoed in the stairwell. When his boy orgasm
was over, I pulled him closer to me and held him against my chest.

"Kid, you have one great little prick there."

His breathing was so hard I'm not sure he could have responded. My finger
was at his pucker hole again, and I began to push in slightly. It pulsed,
then opened. I was amazed when my finger slid in, up to the second
knuckle. He was moaning and grinding his naked little butt against my hand.
I realized he was trying to fuck my finger.

I rearranged him quickly. I stood him in front of me, with each foot on a
different step, and bent him over. He knew what to do. I spread his ass
cheeks and dove in for a treat -- the smell and taste only a man can
have. Only this time it was a boy -- the taste of something I hadn't had
since I was a little kid myself. A little stale boypiss. A little
sweat. And a the sweet tang only a hole can give to a guy. God, he smelled
so sweet, so... boysweet.

He gasped his pleasure when my tongue probed his boyhole, spreading it. I
pressed in deeply, tasting him, pleasuring him. Tight little hole. Hot
little hole. Eager little hole. He was moist outside and wet inside, wet
with the juices of boypussy...  His taste was incredible, and the way the
lips of his hole quivered around my tongue excited me as much as the heat I
felt against my lips.  I pulled my tongue out to roll it around and around
that entrance, then I pointed it and thrust it in as deep as I could.

He moaned and pressed back against me to meet the thrust of my tongue.  Oh,
yeah, this little man wanted his pussy to be pleased, all right.  And he
knew how to make that little hole beg for it.  I could almost feel his
boytunnel suck on my tongue.

I tonguefucked him a few times, then a little deeper.  While my tongue was
still inside his tight tunnel, I sucked around it and felt the lips of his
hot little pucker vibrate against my tongue.  I alternated, tonguefucking,
sucking, tonguefucking, sucking...

Oh yeah, his little boyhole was sweet!  Soooooo sweet!

He pulled away for a second, his pulsing hole just inches from my face.
"Oh, do it, dude, I can take it... fuck me fuck me..."

Damn. A little ten-year-old pussy begging for it!

I bent him over on one of the steps above me, put my sweater under my
knees, and aimed my cock at his wet little pucker. He moaned when he felt
my cockhead kiss his little hole. I pressed, and he grunted under the
pressure. I pressed into him slowly, my cockhead opening his sweet hole
wider and wider. His moans became groans of pain for just a moment, then
his spincter snapped over the crown of my cock, and I was in!

I couldn't believe it! This little pussy has had cock before! No wonder he
was so eager -- he knew what a great fuck was and couldn't wait to get
one. Well, I'd make sure he did.

Such a sweet delight! His boyhole was so tight around me! I slid in deeper,
slowly. Damn, it was like fucking a tight silk glove! He moved slightly as
he adjusted to the size.  The circle of his pucker had a strangle-hold on
my dick!  And damn if he didn't begin to push back! The little kid knew
what he was doing. He seemed as experienced as some of my buddies back home
-- and he was little more than half their age!

Somebody had been very, very nice to this little boyfuck.  Boys his own
age?  Older boys, teens?  Even older?  Damn, who cared!  He was receiving
my cock like a little pro!  I couldn't believe it when I felt my pubes
pressing against his smooth bottom. I pulled him in tight against me and
held him there. All five fucking inches in this little boystud!  His soft,
smooth buttcheeks pressed tightly against my hair, and I felt my cock
pulsing stronger.

He wiggled. He wanted a real fuck. I was ready. I began to slowly fuck him,
in and out, and his sighs and moans were music to my ears. Almost all the
way out, then five inches of thick meat all the way down into his sweet
love tunnel. Over and over -- and he was pressing back against me each time
I went deep.  I maintained a regular and slow pace, entering deeply and
pulling upward, and he met every motion I made.  For a second I could
imagine I was being fucked -- my hard, wet cock was being fucked by a tight
little boyhole... up and down on it... fucking my throbbing pole...

Faster. It was happening faster now.  Every time I hit bottom, he let out a
satisfied grunt.  I pulled upward and thrust down again and again, and soon
those grunts were loud and demanding, echoing in the stairwell just as
loudly as his little soprano squeals when I'd been sucking his nail.

Fuck you, little man!  Fuck your tight boyhole!  Fuck!
Fuck... your... little... pussy... hole... Ahhhhhh... yesssssss!

I would cum soon, and there was no way I could hold it back, even if I
wanted to. I would fill his young little boybottom with my hot cum. Hot
teen cream for a boypussy... I pumped and soon... I exploded!

Yessssssssssssssssssssss!

His hole tightened around the base of my cock and strangled the cum out of
it as I pulled back. I fucked into him hard and gave him another hot
load. Oh fuck! So hot! I came and I came. Until it was over. Oh fuck. One
of the hardest, most intense cums I'd ever had.

I pulled out of him and got my face down to his hole just in time to begin
licking what slid out of his sweet ass, right into my hungry mouth. Hot cum
and boy juices - straight from his insides. It streamed out, and he moaned
as my tongue licked and then probed his boyhole for more.  Sweet sex juices
from one of the sweetest little asses I'd ever tasted...

Finally, there was no more. I fell back against the wall of the staircase
and pulled him back with me. Our feet were on different steps, but he wound
up in my lap.

We both gasped for breath for a few minutes. His little round face was
looking up at me, grinning and so innocent. Yeah, sure.  Innocent.  I
grinned back. His hot little bottom was resting on my thigh, so wet and
worn.  Had anybody made me this happy when I was his age?

"Shit, dude," he finally whispered; "that was the best fuck I've ever
had. Best ever!"

I hardly knew what to say to that. It was about the best fuck I'd ever had,
too!

I was so weak I could only sit there as my little cock-receiver got up and
limped down the few steps to his pants. He wiped his ass with his briefs,
then put them on. He stepped into his jeans.

"Hey, man, the game's gonna be over soon. I better get going." He zipped
and fastened his belt. As he opened the door to leave, he looked back with
a big grin.

"Yeah, dude. The best ever. Thanks." And he was gone.

I was aware of the screaming coming from the gym next door, and I knew
someone had scored; the game was almost over. I hurriedly dressed and ran
around to the front entrance. I got to the bleachers just in time to see
somebody make a basket with only one second to go. My aunt and uncle were
screaming, so I guess the home team had won.

I was standing next to them when my uncle turned and screamed over the
noise, "Damn, that was a great win! What a game!"

"Yeah," I yelled back. "The best ever!"