Date: Fri, 13 Apr 2007 11:08:10 -0500 From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com> Subject: Mike Gets a Job - Chapter 8 (t/b oral and anal) This story is completely fictional. It is about the relationship of a young teen and younger boys, including their sexual activities. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal for any reason for you to read such material, you must leave now. Copyright 2007 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. If you would like to copy the story, please, just ask. Reader response is important to me; I'll try to answer all emails. the.empty.room@hotmail.com This chapter is written with special thanks to Felix and Steve. Mike Gets a Job - Chapter 8 (t/b oral and anal) After supper and doing the dishes, Mike took Robbie in for his bath. As the little boy stripped so unselfconsciously, Mike admired his form. A truly beautiful boy. When Robbie bent over, facing away from him, to take off his little underpants, Mike had a flash image of those undies he had taken and put on himself to produce a great cum. His cock responded to the memory. "Come on, Mike. You take a bath, too, tonight," Robbie said with a grin. "Me?" "You take a bath, too," Robbie insisted. And he wasn't going to take "no" for an answer. He unbuckled Mike's belt and unzipped his pants. "Hey, there, little stud. I'll do it," Mike said with a grin. "What's a stud?" "A stud is a really sexy guy who likes to play," Mike said, as he pulled the last of his clothes off. "You really think I'm sexy? I'm only six." Robbie had no reason to think of himself that way. "Sexy," he said, pondering the word. He looked up at his friend and smiled. "Then I'm glad you think that, Mike. 'Cause I think you're sexy, too!" He grabbed Mike's hand and pulled him to the tub, which had been filling with water. They stepped into the tub and lowered themselves into the water, and they sat facing each other, with Mike closer to the faucet. Robbie splashed his hands over the water several times to create more bubbles and giggled when the bubbles flew up to Mike's chest. He picked up a handful of bubbles and covered one of Mike's nipples with them. Then he did the other. He laughed at his strange creation -- a tanned sexy teen with pale white bubbly boobys. Mike laughed with him. They washed each other, taking turns. When Mike reached under the bubbles to wash Robbie's groin, he found the child's cocklet, complete flaccid. He fingered it a bit, and Robbie giggled. When Robbie did the same for Mike, Mike spread his legs to the sides of the tub. Robbie didn't have to reach far to find the large cockhead. Mike's hard shaft was holding it up so it was just below the bubbles. Robbie scooted closer and played with it. He reached down and played with the balls hidden underwater. Then he sighed deeply and scooted himself close to his friend, and he hugged him tightly. Robbie's slippery body felt so nice against Mike's chest that Mike purposely moved the boy back and forth gently. Robbie began the cooing sound he sometimes produced, so he was enjoying the wet contact as much as Mike. Mike looked down and kissed the boy on his forehead. "We'd better get out, or we'll look like prunes!" They took turns drying each other. The cooler air had made their nipples hard, and the fabric of the towel raked across them teasingly. They were gentle and thorough with each other when they dried their dicks and balls. Mike took the towel and ran it gently up and down Robbie's crack, making sure he brushed the little hole. Robbie did the same for him. "Mike, are you going to go to bed with me?" Robbie asked. "Yes, honey; I'll lie down with you a while." "Good. Then I don't need these," and he tossed his pajama bottoms to the counter. "And you don't need clothes." The boy grinned. Mike tousled his hair. "You are a sexy little stud, aren't you?" Robbie giggled and ran from the bathroom. By the time Mike got to the living room Robbie had brought one of his storybooks out. Mike sat in the chair, feeling a little strange as his naked ass touched the fabric. Robbie climbed up on his lap and curled up against Mike. He decided he liked the way he was feeling more than he needed a story. "We don't have to read tonight," Robbie said. "Can we just go to bed?" "Sure, honey. But let's just sit here a little bit, okay. You feel so nice on my lap." Robbie pulled his little legs up against his chest, and Mike hugged the warm ball of boy to himself. He stroked Robbie's back and shoulders, then reached down and stroked the warm smooth skin of his thigh. "Mike?" "Yes?" "You called me 'honey' lots tonight. Why did you call me 'honey?'" The little voice was muffled, with Robbie face buried into Mike's chest. "I did, didn't I? Yes. I guess that's because I really like you, Robbie. Do you mind if I call you that sometimes?" "No," Robbie said decidedly. He raised his head and smiled up. "I like it." For a moment Robbie's little face was just inches below Mike's, as the older boy looked down at him. Neither moved. Mike looked at the soft lips of the child's mouth, the perfect little white teeth, the smooth skin of the cheek. He moved closer. He could smell Robbie better now. The bath had washed away a day's worth of smudges and smears from playing outside and left only the scent of boy. He brushed his lips through Robbie's hair, then lowered his face. He kissed those small lips. Robbie drew back a bit in surprise. Mike had kissed his cheek or his forehead, even his chest. But never his lips. Mike pressed into Robbie's lips again, and they slowly rubbed their lips from side to side. Mike didn't know if he had ever felt anything so sensuous. He opened his lips, and his tongue tasted this entrance of the boy, this warm, moist inviting entrance. He gently licked those sweet lips. Robbie's lips parted a bit, and Mike pressed them open, widening them with his tongue. He felt, rather than heard, Robbie suck in his breath as the teen's tongue slowly stroked his own, then gently moved around in his mouth. Robbie moaned. Mike's tongue slowly felt the tiny teeth, the soft underside of Robbie's tongue, the inside of his cheeks. And he allowed the child to explore his mouth in the same way. Their tongues did not press tightly against each other; they did not move rapidly. Each boy was taking his time to experience this new body cavity, the warmth and wetness of it. The exotic sensousness of it. Their tongues and lips felt each other's breath, and Mike sighed as he realized he was breathing in his little boy's air. They moved their faces slowly, side to side, to better access the lips and tongue and mouth of the other. Finally, they pulled apart. "Oh god, honey. That was so...so sweet," Mike said as he stroked the boy's hair. Robbie's voice came softly, so quietly Mike barely heard him. "I didn't know a kiss could be like that." Mike stood and carried Robbie in his arms to the bedroom, lay him on the bed, and lay beside him. They lay quietly, holding hands between their legs. "Mike," Robbie said. "I've been thinking about it. You know how you suck my dick and make me feel so good?" He sat up and looked down at the teen. "I want to suck you, Mike. Can I? You never said I could, so I didn't know..." "Oh, honey, I would love that. No, I didn't ask you to do it, because I didn't want you to think you had to if you didn't want to. Look," and Mike pointed at his cock, hard and lying on his belly. "See the precum? It's ready for you." Robbie giggled and scooted down. He crawled over Mike's leg so he could sit between his legs, and he reached for the hard five inches Mike had for him. His warm little hands closed around the shaft and pulled it up and toward him. He touched the precum leaking from it with his finger, then licked his finger clean. He leaned in to the wet cockhead and licked at the peehole, tasting more of that smooth precum. Mike moaned as the tender tongue passed over him. Robbie opened his mouth and moved down on the deep red cockhead. He got his lips wide enough to take in Mike's entire cockhead, but that filled his little mouth so much he couldn't moved his tongue. He backed away a bit. "It's all right, honey. You don't have to put it all in. Just suck what you want to." Six-year-old lips met the wet peehole and sucked at it. Mike groaned. He felt Robbie's tongue scraping over that opening, and he shivered at the sensation. Then Robbie began a real sucking action, rather than moving his lips around. The suction the boy created drew the blood to the tip of Mike's cockhead, and he moaned louder. Robbie's hand was moving regularly on the shaft; he remembered the stroking action. Whether intentional or not, with each upstroke his thumb moved across the very sensitive spot under Mike's shaft immediately under his cockhead. Mike groaned as the boy teased his dick, and he felt the beginning of his orgasm. "No, stop. Stop for a minute, honey." Robbie looked up. "It's wonderful. You're doing everything just right. But I'm getting close to cumming. My cum is going to shoot out pretty soon. I don't want...to choke you." "It comes out really hard," Robbie said, stating the fact he'd observed so many times. "I like to taste it. I like the taste. Mike, can you shoot it in my mouth? I'd really like that." "Robbie, sweet sweet Robbie. I don't know if you could take it all. Look, here's what we'll do. If you want to suck a little more, when I feel like I'm ready to cum I'll pull my cockhead out and finish by jacking off. But I'll hold it right there for you. Just open your mouth or hold out your tongue, and I can get some on it. Okay?" Robbie nodded eagerly. He sat back on his butt, and Mike got on his knees in front of him. Robbie resumed his sucking, and Mike could feel it in his balls now. His cock was so fully engorged it felt like it would explode. The orgasm began deep inside, and Mike pulled his cock out of the boy's mouth and began stroking. He gasped as the first spasm thrust out a thick rope of cum; it landed in Robbie's waiting mouth, coating his tongue. The next spurt hit his cheek and immediately started to run down. Mike shot again and got a little more in the boy's mouth, but most of it landed on his lips. His fourth shot wound up on Robbie's chin, and the remainder oozed out over Mike's hand. Mike held his cockhead over Robbie's white-coated tongue to offer him the last few drops. He was bent at the waist from the effort of his body. He looked at his little cocksucker and smiled. Robbie was grinning at him, some of the cum leaking out of his mouth. "I swallowed it, Mike! I did!" The cum on his cheek had run down as far as his neck, and his chin was still white with it. Mike leaned in and licked the soft, wet cheek, tasting himself. He used his tongue to rake the cum on Robbie's chin back up to his mouth and fed it to him. Then he fell back onto the bed, pulling Robbie down with him. "Was it okay, Mike? Did I do okay?" "Oh, honey, you did just right." "I wanted to..." and Robbie's voice got a little softer. "I wanted to because I knew you'd like it, and I love you." There was still cum on Robbie's neck -- a nice long line of it. Mike carefully captured all of it on his finger, then lowered his finger to Robbie's cocklet. He coated the tiny one-inch dick with his cum, from the base of it to the tip of it. Robbie's eyes widened as he saw his little dick covered with the teen's white cream. "Oh, Mike...it feels so...oh, Mike...you're stuff is all over me," Robbie whispered in awe. The first cum to cover his cocklet was not his own -- at six, he was years away from being able to do that -- but the cum of his 15-year-old lover. Mike kissed his lips, then he moved down to kiss the hairless public mound. His kisses became little licks as he begen to taste his own cum, slowly rolling down the little dick. He slipped Robbie's boyhood into his mouth, and his mouth was suddenly filled with the familiar tang of his own teen juice. He sucked Robbie, careful not to swallow any of the cum yet, keeping it in his mouth as a kind of lubricant for the little dick he loved. Robbie moaned as he felt his cocklet washed by his lover's cream. His dick was attacked by Mike's tongue from all sides; the tip of it was pressed by his tongue, pushed against his cheek, gently raked across his teeth. "Uhhhh....Oh, Mike...mmmmm...feel it Mike I feel it Mike..." His words disappeared into a long groan as his boy orgasm approached. "Oooooooo...oooooo..." Robbie sang. His cocklet thrashed in Mike's mouth, and Robbie pressed his groin tightly into the teen. Mike thrilled at the realization that, this time, there would, indeed, be real cum on his boy's dick, even if it was Mike's own When Robbie's orgasm had retreated, Mike licked around his little dick once more and moved his mouth to the boy's lips. As Robbie's opened to meet Mike's tongue, Mike fed him the last of his cum, still warm from the heat of Robbie's little dick and Mike's eager mouth. They kissed deeply while Robbie licked and swallowed the last of it. The child's head was on his chest, and Mike stroked the soft hair. Robbie whispered again, "I love you, Mike." "I love you, too, honey." They were silent. As Robbie drifted off to sleep, Mike wondered again about the word. He had said he loved his little boy. Did he? Or was it just something to say? Was Robbie any different than all the boys he'd had at work? Mike thought then about the threat Al had made. He would not get his hands on any of Mike's boys. Never. And this boy... Mike ran his fingers deeply into Robbie's hair. He sighed. Was he just so...sexed up he'd do any boy? Was there something wrong with him? This boy, his little Robbie...was special. Different. Did that mean he loved him? Was he any different than Al? That question chilled him. He felt sick inside at the thought. Would he do anything to...like Al said...get boy meat? The very question disgusted him. What was the difference, then, between him and Al? God help me, Mike thought, am I just using Robbie? His eyes teared. None of his questions was answered by the time he drifted off to sleep, and he slept only fitfully until it was time to get up and dress before Robbie's mother came home. He sat in the chair in the living room to wait. He was silent. He felt some kind of burden on his shoulders, some kind of enormous...choice? Responsibility? No. Resolution. He had to find some answers. A resolution. Mike thought a lot about Robbie in the next several days -- and about Al and his threats. But that didn't keep his mind away from some of the little boys who came into the store. He decided he would not take anyone back into the fitting room, but he still had his own "office" back in the warehouse. He was just getting ready to roll a pallet of housewares out into the store one afternoon when there was a knock on the back door of the warehouse. There were no deliveries schedued, and no one ever knocked, but he opened the door anyway. Little Ricky stood there, grinning. "Hi, Mike," Ricky said. "Um...Can we...ummm..." "What are you doing here, bud?" Mike asked. "I wondered if you'd be back in the back, and I...ahh...you know, can we? Again?" Mike grinned at the eagerness of the 11-year-old for more sex. And he led the boy back to the little room. They both got naked quickly, and their two hard dicks demanded attention. Ricky kneeled in front of the teen he'd had so many dreams about and sucked his hard cock into his mouth. Mike smiled and let the boy enjoy the feel of his hardness and the taste of his sweet precum. He was remembering the boy's eagerness to get fingerfucked, though, and he pulled Ricky away from him and lay him on his back on the carpet. He sucked the 11-year-old's dick into his mouth quickly, and his wet finger found the boy's hole. Ricky wiggled in assent and pressed his thin ass back at the probing finger. Mike opened Ricky smoothly and in one movement had his finger fully inserted; the boy had obviously been playing with his pucker quite a bit. He played inside Ricky's young pussy, and his own cock throbbed. As he sucked the little dick in his mouth, Mike remembered the sight of his finger disappearing into the hole and the sensation of his finger caressing the dark cavity. He wondered, again, how it would feel to have his cock in there. He pulled his mouth away from the little dick and placed his hands on Ricky's hips. He pulled the boy's ass up to meet his eager mouth as he bent and licked the hole just vacated by his finger. Ricky's moans increased. Mike's tongue found a hot wet hole that opened slowly for him. He licked deeply. "Awwwwww...fuuuuuuuck...uhhhhh..." Ricky loved the attention his boypussy was getting. Mike wet the warm hole with his tongue, all around it and inside it. His cock was throbbing so much it almost hurt. Ricky was thrashing in his hands. He turned the boy around quickly and got him on his knees, his thin butt pointing upward and begging for more attention. "Ohh...do it...do it...put it in..." Ricky was pleading for it now. And Mike knew he was not pleading this time for a mere finger. He got on his knees behind the boy and placed his cockhead at the wet hole. He pushed slowly and felt the slippery pucker slide away from his dick. He held his cockhead in place and pushed, and this time the tight hole began to give way. It continued to resist, however, and Mike gradually increased the pressure of his cockhead on the boy's pussy. "Do it...o fuck me..." Ricky was saying. "I want to know...I want to know...yeaaa..." The ring began to give way under the pressure of the teen dick, and Mike felt the little opening spread wide and slide around his cockhead. His cock had never felt such an indescibable feeling before. He could not believe the sensation. His cockhead was slowly swallowed by the boy's ass. "OOOOOOO! OOOOOOOOO!" Ricky squealed with the sudden pain of Mike's cock. "Quiet! I'm almost in..." Mike whispered between his clenched teeth. "O god yes I'm..." His eyes widened at the sight of it. His cockhead simply disappeared from sight. One second he could see the wider crown of it, then the next second it was out of sight, clamped in place tightly by the boy's ass. And the sensation. Mike felt lightheaded. His cockhead was surrounded by boybutt... boyass... boypussy... His head cleared and he heard Ricky's moans. There was no more pain, and he was pleading for more of the pleasure. Mike slid his cock in further, trembling at the feeling of his shaft grasped so tightly by muscles he would never see. Ricky's young assring practically strangled Mike's cock as he slid in deeper. Finally he could go no deeper. Ricky was silent beneath him now, except for his heavy breathing. Mike began to move with small strokes, up and bit and then down a bit. He lengthened his stroked in the boy, and Ricky resumed his moaning. "Yeaaaa...fuckin hot...fuck me...doitdoit..." Mike's strokes brought his cockup until only his cockhead was still in the young ass, then he moved down again. He couldn't believe he was finally fucking a boy. The heat around his cock spread to his groin and his belly, and he fucked. He was fully and deeply inside a cavity so much hotter and wetter than he had ever imagined it could be. He fucked, fully and completely surrounded by boy. He fucked a boypussy so tight it was almost like entering it all over again with each stroke. He fucked... and he fucked...and he fucked... "Awww...yea...o fuck...oooooo..." Ricky was thrusting his hips back to meet each downstroke of the teen's cock. "Uh...uhhhh..." And Mike felt the familiar tightness in his gut. His cock suddenly felt twice its size inside the boy, and it throbbed one more time before it shot. "Fuccccccccccccck..." Mike cried out until his throat tightened and he could make no sound at all. He felt nothing at all except the very tip of his dickhead as the little hole pulsed open. Mike groaned at the intensity of his first shot inside the ass, and his movements rapidly moved his cock in and out for more. Another huge shot burst out of him and filled the boy, and then another. Mike couldn't stop, didn't want to stop. He came and came until his balls had rung out the last drop, and still he fucked. Finally he fell heavily on the boy, and they both collapsed on the carpet. Mike could hardly move. He felt his wet cock shoved out by the boy's ass muscles, and he knew his cum was covering both his dick and the boy. They lay there for a moment, neither one able to speak or move. "Fucking awesome..." Ricky finally whispered. "Oh, dude...awesome..." After more time for each to recover, Mike rolled off the boy. He found some rags and cleaned the young ass, marveling at the sight of his own cum leaking from it. He had fucked for the first time. He had fucked a boy. He had been inside and left his mark. It was marvelous.