Date: Thu, 03 Jan 2002 17:44:25 +0800
From: Colin Cleary
Subject: THE JASON CARTER STORY - 10

The stories included in this anthology are fiction, you might even say
fantasy, and have been written to amuse, intrigue, entertain, divert and
delight.  They contain scenes of graphic inter-generational sex; if these
are not to your taste, or if they are outlawed in your city, state,
providence, or country, read no further, but simply go elsewhere for your
entertainment.

All characters who appear in the stories are fictional, and any
similarities between them and the genuine living or dead are coincidental
and unintentional. The only exception is Aaron Carter about whose sexuality
the stories make no reference whatsoever; he does seem a nice kid and I
appreciate his bubblegum rap, but that's it.

Above all, if you have not yet reached the age of consent, read no further;
it is not the intention of the site nor the writer to fill your head with
dreams and desires which as yet may be only vague and inchoate. There's
lots of fun to be had on the Net; go and find what is appropriate for you.

To everyone else who takes some pleasure from this tale, may you and yours
live long and prosper.



10 - ONLY YOU ONLY ME


Lee was feeling sick and asked me if I'd deliver his newspapers for him. I
once had that same paper route so I knew it. I told him it would be no
problem if it was only the once. What he didn't tell me until later was
that he wanted me to do his collecting for him, too. That got me mad
because now I'd to knock on every door to get the paper money. I guess it
wasn't too bad. I started about six o'clock, and there were about fifty
houses on the route so it took a while to do.

At the last house of the evening I got the shock of my life. When the door
opened, guess who was standing there: Kenny, Lee's younger brother! Kenny's
mother and father were divorced. He stayed three months at his mother's,
now he had three months with his father. I'd forgotten how cute the kid
was.

"What are you doing delivering papers?" asked Kenny.

"My brother's sick. He asked if I'd help him out."

"That's nice of you."

"Hold on a minute, I'll go get the money for you."

Kenny came back, paid up. I said,"Thanks," and started to turn away when he
asked, "Why don't you come in and put your feet up for a bit? My dad's on
the night shift, and to tell you the truth, it gets pretty boring staying
home alone." I nodded. "Come round the back way and I'll let you in."

I followed Kenny round the back, a high security fence blocked out the back
garden from sight of the street. It was another of those warm evenings when
not even a breeze made a ripple on their outdoor pool.

"Now let's see what you got."

At first I thought I hadn't heard the boy correctly. Then I realised what
his grin meant. "I'm glad you broke up with Lee," he said. "You're wasted
on him. He's a real pervert. I'm not. I like a bit of fun, so please take
off your clothes - or leave if you prefer that."

"You want me to take off my clothes right here?"

"Right where you're standing."

I felt dumb taking off all my clothes right in front of a junior school
kid. I did as he asked but it took me a while. I must have turned pretty
red. Once all my clothes were off, Kenny took a real good look at me. I'm
not the largest guy in the world but I've enough. Besides, I was pretty
hard and that always makes a person look a lot bigger.

"Not bad, come on inside."

I picked up my clothes and entered the house. Kenny closed the door and
followed in behind me. I leaned over and tossed my clothes on a chair. As I
stood back up again, Kenny wrapped his arms around me from behind, held me
real tight and started massaging my chest. I could feel his little nipples
in my back and his hard cock against my ass. His hands slowly inched their
way down. I reached around behind me, grabbed his ass and started to
squeeze it. He had a much softer ass than Lee. Kenny's hands kept getting
lower until he reached my cock which he carefully began to stroke it ever
so gently.

Then he stepped back from. I turned and watched Kenny strip off his
T-shirt, shorts, sneaker, and socks. No underpants.

I started to massage his nipples which pointed out at me like little red
currants. I bent down a little bit and started to suck on them but Kenny
didn't let me spend much time there. He took me by the hand and led me over
to a couch in the middle of the room. Kenny leaned on the backrest with the
couch facing in the opposite direction. He spread his legs open and took my
cock in one hand and the other hand he put around my back. He placed the
head of my cock right at the entrance to his hot little hole and then
pushed me from behind with the other hand. I slid into him with little
resistance, wondering how the fuck it was so easy. Did all the rich kids in
this town use their mothers' vibrators.

Actually, and I'm going to digress a little, Kenny explained later he'd had
an operation, down there. Apparently, he had cysts on the wall of his
rectum, and in order to remove them, the surgeon had dilated his ass hole
to make an appropriate entry! His sphincter muscles would gradually
strengthen as he grew up, but for a couple of years Kenny would have an
asshole that could take a cucumber with comparative ease! It's so true:
every cloud has a silver lining!

After I was in, he put both hands on my ass and set the rhythm he wanted me
to move at. I could feel the hot sponginess of his rectum, which stimulated
the head of my dick. He pushed and pulled at my ass as my dick went in and
out. I could feel my climax building fast. I'd a hard time telling what was
happening to Kenny because he didn't make a sound. All I could hear was his
breathing which was a little more ragged than before. I was getting closer
to the edge and Kenny's breathing was getting heavier. I couldn't hold off
any longer and I shot my load inside him. After I regained my senses I
realized Kenny hadn't come yet so I kept on going.

Slipping my hand round his front, I pushed his little hand away and got to
work on his three-incher. It was small but perfectly shaped and so hot it
felt like the skin was burning. I kept my prick inside him; it was
softening of course but it was hard enough to stay in place without much
effort. I could feel his hands on my ass prodding me to continue. Now he
wrapped his legs around the back of my legs. I assumed this was a good
indication. His eyes were closed and his breathing was heavy. Suddenly his
breathing got very ragged as he threw his head back and held on to me more
tightly. I felt a slight shudder in his body and after a few more strokes
he let go of me and collapsed on the couch behind him.

He was lying with his back on the seat with his legs up the backrest opened
wide so I could see his puckered hole, which actually had an opening you
could see. After a moment of relaxation, Kenny began to laugh gently.

"Thanks," he said, "I've wanted that ever since I saw you with Lee. You
fuck real good for a kid."

I was taken aback. "Look, Kenny," I said, "you don't have to answer this if
you don't want to, but... how come you're so easy to fuck? I mean, at your
age you should have a little hole, but when I...."

The boy laughed. "You don't think Lee and I fight all the time, do you?
Lee's been screwing me since I can remember. And then, my dad did get
divorced, you know, and you don't get divorced for nothing." Then he told
me about his rectal operation.

I didn't want to hear any more. With this family, I was away out of
depths. I helped Kenny up to his feet and gave him a chaste kiss.

"I've to go finish delivering the papers," I lied.

"Come back here at eight tonight," the boy said. "we'll have some more
fun. I'll show you some amazing things I can do with my anus."

"Sure, no problem. I'll be here at eight," I lied again, with no intention
of coming near the place. That's what my head said; my cock was already
drooling at the thought of what I could do to/with this boy.

I grabbed my clothes and started putting them back on. Kenny stood back and
watched me. He liked to watch. He walked me to the door when I was done,
opened it up and gave me a kiss good bye. I watched his beautiful body
disappear behind the door, grabbed the empty bag which I'd left outside and
continued on my merry way.

The rest of the evening, after dinner, dragged until about fifteen minutes
before eleven when I started to walk over to his house. I reached the house
in about ten minutes and stepped up to the front door. I knocked on it
twice and waited. There was no answer.

I started to get a little nervous. Maybe he was a big tease and wanted to
get me all worked up for something that wouldn't happen. I raised my hand
to knock again when suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. It scared the
shit out of me as I turned around to see who it was. I expected to see
Kenny but it wasn't him. Instead there was an older boy with dark fringed
hair. I couldn't see much detail because there were no lights on in front
of the house and the moon was hidden by the bushes.

"Hi, Kenny called me and told me he was going to be a little late and I
should meet you here so you wouldn't leave. My name is Robert, Rob."

The boy put out his hand and shook mine, a formal gesture I
appreciated. I'm sure you've heard those stories about hands tingling at
first contact and all that; I'd never believed them - till that moment. It
was as if a slight electric current passed between us. Our hands lingered
long enough to send a message that might have taken hours otherwise. I
coughed and cleared my throat.

"Hi. Do you know where Kenny's gone?"

"Didn't say. He said to keep you busy till he got here. He said ten or
fifteen minutes at the most before he returned. But you know Kenny."

"That's nice of you. Are you and Kenny close friends?"

"Not friends eaxctly. I'm Kenny's cousin twice removed. And remember," he
laughed, "you can choose your friends, but you can't choose your
cousins. You are simply stuck with them."  There was no unkindness in Rob's
voice and I joined in with his laughter.

He pointed to a patio bench over toward the other side of the house. We
moved across the side of the house and out from behind the bushes. The moon
light shone on us. I could see Rob as he walked in front of me. He was
wearing black pants and a black sleeveless shirt making him hard to see. We
sat down on the bench side by side and then I got a better look at him.

Handsome. That was my first impression. His hair was cut short, but it
suited him; dark brown with that kind of shine some people naturally
have. Brown eyes, thick lashes, finely drawn eyebrows - a nose neither
long, nor short, but straight without being Roman. He had little teeth,
even and white. They glistened when he parted his lips in a smile, which
was often. There were indentations in his cheeks, not enough to be dimples
but enough to give him a roguish look. Robert looked as if he loved life!

"Where do you live?" I asked, finding Rob easy to talk to. He crossed one
leg over the other and leaned back on the garden seat. We looked like
life-time buddies; we'd known each other less than five minutes.

"I only live a few houses over, on Ixworth Road."

"How come I've never seen you before? I only live down the street."

"I go to private school. That's probably why. I'd remember if I'd seen
you." He laughed and blushed. "Sorry, that sort of slipped out.

"I'm near 16. Sixth Form. You?"

"The same," I said. "Doing English, ICT, and Business Studies."

"Shit," said Robert. "I'm doing exactly the same. The Uni, I hope."

"Same here," I said.

"Fancy getting engaged," grinned Robert.

We sat chatting there for what seemed ages. When I finally looked at my
watch, it WAS ages! An hour had flown by. Rob was equally surprised. "Shit,
I thought we'd been talking for about ten minutes. What the Hell's happened
to Kenny? Don't tell me they've killed him." I was a bit stunned until
Robert explained the joke.

We sat there discussing what to do for about ten more minutes. Then Rob
said, "I'm going in. Don't worry, the back door's always open. I'm a bit
worried so I'm going to phone Lee. Maybe Kenny went home and forgot all
about us. He'd do that you know. He's such a scatter-brain!"

Five minutes later all was revealed. Kenny was at his grandmother's! And he
was in bed - alone! He'd been coming down with flu and, despite his
protests, his Mom had dumped him straight into bed for the next couple of
days. Rob, who seemed to be part the family, promised to lock up the house
and hand in the keys next morning.

"God, there ain't nobody left in the whole wide world," said Rob. "My mom
and dad are in the Bahamas - second honeymoon or something. I slipped out
of school for a weekend with Kenny; now he's in bed sick all weekend. The
whole thing would be a bore if you weren't here." Rob put his hand on mine.

"Look, punch me in the mouth if you like, but I'm horny as hell. And, no,
not over Kenny - over you! Kenny's a baby, and he's also fucking nuts. I'd
like to find someone my own age, and someone with a brain as well as a
dick. There's got to be more in than that. I want a bit of romance as well
as lots of sex. Does that sound stupid?"

Write it down like that, it seems unbelievable; but that's what
happened. It was a warm night and, as we sat there, jawing like life-long
buddies, things just clicked into place, the chemistry worked, the glue
bonded. I'm not saying Robert and I fell in love at first sight, but we did
fall in 'like'; I mean, we really liked each other. We had so much in
common, so much to talk about, it was hard for the other to get a word in
edgeways; we just sparked each other off, and most of the conversations
collapsed in laughter. Simply being with Robert made me feel good.

I squeezed Rob's hand. "This is scary stuff, Rob. We're only fifteen, and
you're talking about something more than fooling around. Weird thing is
what you want is what I want."

Rob beamed a huge smile. "Look, if you want, come round to my place, stay
the night. We don't have to do anything if you don't want. Having you
around makes me feel good, that's all."

"Let's go," I said and we strolled off in the moonlight.

The time I spent with Rob, the more comfortable I became. It's hard to
describe him; the way he smiled, the way he laughed, the look in his eyes
that drew me to him. The words I'm looking for are 'magnetically
appealing'. How do you like that phrase? I like it.

Anyway...

We arrived at Rob's house and inside. He directed me toward a den and told
me to sit down on the couch. He turned on the TV and told me he was going
to go make some popcorn for a movie. I sat and watched the rock video
previews they have between movies. We had got there about fifteen minutes
before the movie was to start. before the movie was about to start, Rob
reappeared with a large bowl of popcorn, a jug of orange juice and some
glasses.

Thirsty, I poured myself a large glass of juice and gulped some
down. Spluttering, I coughed some of it up.

"What the hell!"

"It's rum, Bacardi," grinned Rob, "not too much, just enough to loosen us
up. If you don't like it, I'll get you a bottle of Coke."

"Fuck the Coke," I said, This is dee-li-cious! Took me by surprise, that's
all." I'd another swig of the juice, and felt woozy clouds roll up in my
head. A shit-ass grin covered my face.

"Movie ready to start?"

"Yeah, minute or two."

I'd no idea where we were going to put all that popcorn. Rob dug right
in. After a minute of munching, the light went down and the movie
started. Rob sat back on the couch and rested his head on my shoulder. I
reciprocated by putting my arm around him and squeezing him tightly to
me. He moved his hips so he could get as close to me as possible. We sat
silent for the entire length of the movie. The only movement between the
two of us was to reach for the popcorn or the juice or for me to move my
arm around because it had fallen asleep.

Immediately after the movie was over, Rob scrambled to his feet, took me by
the hand and led me to his room. He unbuttoned my shirt and threw it on the
floor. Next he went for the jeans and got them off me with absolutely no
fight at all. I reached out to him and removed his top and then his
shorts. I pulled him close to me so I could feel his body against mine and
we started making out standing stark naked in the middle of his room.

"Do you think sex is dirty?" I whispered.

"Only when it's done right," he whispered back.

We giggled, wrapped our arms round each other, and went for a long, deep
french kiss. When our lips were apart, Rob made a good suggestion.  "Let's
go take a shower."

Instead of taking my hand, Rob led me by my cock to the bathroom! I
followed close behind him so he wouldn't pull it off. The bathroom was
right across the hall and as we entered I was amazed at how large it
was. It wasn't what you think of as a glamorous bathroom. It was
big. Everything was spread out. As soon as we stepped inside, I could feel
shag carpeting on my feet. The entire room had white shag on the floor.

We walked over to a translucent glass door which Rob opened and stepped
inside. The shower was enormous. I looked inside to see a shower nozzle on
each of the four walls and a bench under two of them.

"Come on in," Rob said to me.

"Nice shower."

"It's a lot more fun than it looks."

"It looks like a lot of fun."

Rob turned a few knobs on one of the walls and water started to spray out
of one of the shower heads. He adjusted them until the water was an
agreeable temperature then turned another knob and water began spraying out
of all four nozzles. Water sprayed every inch of the shower and every bit
of us .

After only a moment we were soaking and we moved toward each other, taking
the other in our arms and began making out under the heavy stream of
water. As we held our bodies tightly together, I'd reach my hands down and
grab Rob by the ass and squeeze, not only to feel his firm buns but for me
to feel my hard cock against his hard cock. It was a great sensation.

Rob reach over to redirect some of the water and retrieve a bar of soap. He
began to soap up my entire body. I looked around and noticed another bar of
soap so I grabbed it and soaped up Rob. With my hands full of soap, Rob's
body felt perfectly smooth with not a single imperfection on it. We ran our
hands over every part of each other's body. Even after we were full of
soap, the feeling of hands sliding on our bodies made us want to continue
to keep our hands moving.

I could feel Rob smearing soap all over my cock. The soap made his hand
slide so gently it felt like I was fucking him. He wrapped his fingers
around my shaft tightly and started to stroke the entire length slowly. The
entire time he was stroking me, I continued to run my hands all over his
body especially his nipples. He liked that. When my breathing got heavy, he
increased the speed of each stroke. I was in heaven. Suddenly he stopped
and said, "I grew up in this house and ever since I knew what to do I'd
masturbate in the shower. Every time, without exception so if you'll excuse
me for a moment ......."

I was so astounded by what he said that I couldn't say anything so I sat
down on one of the benches as Rob sat on the one directly across from me
facing in my direction. He spread his legs wide open and planted his feet
on the floor taking a bar of soap on a rope, he proceed to work it up his
butt! Of course, I'd tried that myself but it was too painful. I must admit
Rob was using a special bar of soap; it was kiddies' soap, a clown with a
pointy hat. It had been smoothed down to that it looked like one of mom's
dildoes (I know where she hides them!) but it still looked a good six
inches and I was amazed when most of it disappeared between Rob's cheeks.

As he worked it with one hand, he jerked himself off with the other. He was
longer than me by about an inch; but I was definitely thicker, and I'd more
hair where it counted! It was pretty weird watching another boy jerk off
like that but I got the message when he moved towards me and worked his
cock only two inches from my face. Now I knew what getting me hot was all
about! I pulled him forward, pushed his hand away and swallowed his cock
until his curly hairs were tickling my lips.

Despite the soap, I could still taste the real Rob under it - sweat and
pre-cum! Delicious! He bucked his hips as he drive himself in and out of my
hungry mouth. I squeezed at his buttocks as he drove his soapy dildo in and
out of his ass. Without warning, he exploded and I found myself with a
mouth full of pure Rob essence. After five or sex jerks, I pushed him away
so I wouldn't have to swallow his cum - not yet! I played around with it in
my mouth, tasting the texture, letting the smell imprint itself on me
before letting it slide thickly down my gullet. I'd got so used to being
sucked off by Lee and Charlie and Kenny I'd forgotten what pleasure there
is in sucking off someone you care desperately about.

"You love me sitting here watching you, don't you?"

It was hard for him to speak but he said, "Yeh, I do. It turns me on. Next
to Kenny, you are the only other person to ever see me do this. Kenny would
come over about once a week and we would come in here and get all soaped up
like we did. Then we would sit next to each other and I'd play with him and
he would play with me until we both got off. It was okay, but there was
something missing?"

Like a real dork, I asked, "What?"

"Not what," he grinned. "Who?"

I got the message and blushed like fury.

Rob kneeled down in front of my and wrapped his fingers round my
erection. I came at his touch! "You've got lovely hair here," he murmured,
brushing it with his tongue. "Let's see your armpits." Dutifully I raised
my arms. "Mmmm," he said, as his wet lips sucked on the hair that had grown
there during the past few months. "I'm tired of little boys with no hair. I
want a big boy with a big cock and lots of hair."

With every bit of energy he had left, he rolled me on my back and with a
single gulp swallowed every inch I'd. I must have grown another inch in his
mouth. He proceeded to give a sensational blowjob. His attention never left
my dick. In and out of his mouth continuously with only a moment's
hesitation to lick the head. He continued for about five minutes which was
all I needed. I exploded right in his mouth but he didn't fluster or lose a
drop. He swallowed each and every bit of it. When Rob was finally finished
he looked at me and said, "Now let's get to bed, but there's one
condition..."

"What's that?"

"That I'll get to see you again tomorrow!"

"Okay, around nine o'clock, as soon as I wake up," I laughed. We helped dry
each other off and made for Rob's room. We slept in the nude; it was single
bed; we talked and talked, then we... slept!

I awoke the next morning in a good mood. I couldn't believe how good I
felt. I felt like I'd accomplished something the night before. I turned and
saw Rob sleeping next to me; our noses were practically touching. He looked
about twelve years old! I blew on his eyelids to wake him up. He opened his
eyes and raised his head for a morning kiss. Then he caught me off guard.

"I don't want anybody else," he whispered, "only you," Rob sighed and
pulled me down to the pillow.

"Rob... Rob..." I whispered in his ear, as if someone might
overhear. "There's something I want you to do - only if you want to,
mind... I'd never force you."

"What's that?" Rob asked, intrigued.

"Would you make love to me?"

My voice trembled.

"Open your eyes. Look at me."

His eyes were four inches from mine.

"It will be a privilege to make love to you, you dope. But I'm in no hurry,
Hell, we've got all morning. We've got all day. We've got the rest of our
lives. Now cuddle closer and tell me all about yourself. I want to know who
this is I've fallen in love with..."

"It's only me," I whispered, "only me."