Date: Tue, 26 Jul 2005 08:54:55 -0400
From: joseph green <grassofhome@hotmail.com>
Subject: Royaled Off

This is a sex story.  No romance or character development, just hot wads of
white sperm.  As for a disclaimer: all parts are played by actors over 18.
If you are against this sort of story don't read it; it will only make you
hard.  So unzip and enjoy.

Chapter one - Terminal Lust

It's supposed to be illegal for scouts to court athletes before the age of
18 but you would be surprised at the level of bribery that goes on at
younger levels when you're really good.  The sky's the limit.

At the age of 14 I had hit 6 foot 3 inches and was playing on the varsity
teem.  By the ninth grade I achieved state recognition for most valuable
player for the combined Pennsylvania teem.  That spring after the recruiters
had worked over the older sports figures I got a visit from Frank.  He
represented a southern college that needed a winning year desperately.

I had just turned 15 and he was talking about cars, close and vacations with
my parents.  Once my parents were out of the room he handed me a full pound
of cleaned and blocked marijuana and told me to be on the corner of Leland
and 52nd after school that Friday.

I hid the pot and shared it with my best friend and sex partner, Scott.
That Friday I showed up to find that it was a sex party held in my honor.
By now I was 6'7'' and still a virgin in the girl department.  I was offered
five women from the same school I was being recruited for.  One was Ann.
She has a small built with tight abs and firm legs.  Her tits were small and
as she disrobed I found her nipples the same small tight light brown as
Scott's.  I was so much wanting to make a good impression on her and wanted
to do everything right that I worked too hard and came way early.  She was
kind and giving and we did it another three times before I passed out from
the vodka stinger and multiple orgasms.  I'm not sure she ever came.

I told Scott all about it and we reenacted every move made from the party.
I love being naked with Scott.  He is lean and kinky.  We have been messing
around since the seventh grade when I got my penis caught in my zipper and
he was the only us at the pool willing to help me out.  After handling my
dick in front of all those guys in the pool house he figured he had lost his
reputation and might as well enjoy guys.  Everything I know about sex I
learned from him and the internet.

Once Frank came back to get me to sign my father said that their school
would be the first to get a crack at me but I would not be signing until I
was 18.  Once my parents left the room Frank laid out a round trip ticket to
a small Caribbean island for me and explained that he could arrange it for
the same girl with the small tits to spend the three weeks with me.  This is
when I had to tell him the truth.

Frank...I don't really get off that well with girls.  Do you have any players
like that now?  You know, That just spend their time with guys?  Would that
be a problem with anyone?"

Frank scratched his balls and then twisted his mouth into an "S" shape.  He
leaned in and asked, "Are you saying you're queer?"

I gave a sheepish grin, arched my eyebrows plaintively and nodded my head in
the cutest way I could muster.  He slouched back into the couch and mumbled,
"Another one!"  he rubbed his head and then scooted so close to me that our
knees touched.  Look boy,  I got no problem with queers and all their
faggoty ways but you need to keep this quiet until after you make pro."

My mind leaped at the words, "make pro".  I had missed everything else so he
repeated it again.  "You sissy boys are OK in my book but lets keep this on
the TQ.  Got it?"

I nodded and he went on.  "We just had this situation last year.  Let me
take these tickets and change them out for a different island where your
kind are more accepted."

By June I was sitting in the smallest airport terminal I had ever seen.  It
consisted of four ticket turnstiles, four groups of about fifty chairs each
and three bars that were the same size as the rest of the terminal.  I had a
three hour layover so I plugged in my I pod and made a temporary home in a
lone chair near the corner window .  That was when I noticed the boy.

When I arrived the place was jammed packed.  They had about 1000 people in a
place made for 200.  But one boy of about ten years old made his way from
one window to the next.  At one point he asked for and got a blueberry
dackery.  I was amazed at the ease at which laws were ignored in the
terminal so I made my way to the bar and asked for and got a glass of white
wine, which cost me seven dollars.

I reclaimed my corner and the place began to clear out one plane load after
another.  The same boy never left the terminal.  I watched as he left the
restroom near me and walked to the bar again.  His ginger colored legs
seemed to bounce as he slapped his leather flip-flops across the blue
carpet.  His bold plaid shorts were a bit too long for my taste but he wore
them well.  His ample round butt rolled like puppies playing under a
blanket.  His Spiderman backpack hung limp against his white shirt.  His
light brown hair was longer than one might expect on such a well groomed
lad.  It nearly obscured his chestnut brown eyes.  He had more jewelry than
any other boy his age and it was accented by a bright orange plastic wrist
band that resembled a hospital band.

He turned quickly and caught me watching him.  Instead of being embarrassed
or avoiding me he came right up to me and asked if I was flying alone also.
I told him I was and I was waiting for a flight later.  After just a bit
of information we found we would be only a few miles from each other on the
beach.  Then he asked me something you just don't expect from a ten year
old.  "That part of the island...That's for queers isn't it?"

I had no idea but figured he was right and said so.  Before I could finish
the sentence his eyes went right to my crotch.  He stepped to my crossed
legs and leaned on my knees.  He then asked, "do tall guys really have big
cocks?"  As he asked he began patting my inside leg from the knee up. I
tried to respond but was just so taken off guard by how brash this boy was.
Then he made contact.  He had patted the head of my dick through my kaki
shorts.  I immediately started getting hard.

Now, a lot of guys get longer and thicker when they get hard.  I don't get
that much longer.  I normally hang about eight inches with a girth of about
4 inches.  Once hard I am nine inches, my foreskin has retracted half way
off my strawberry shaped head and I have added an extra half inch to the
thickness.  He giggled with delight and pulled out a ten dolor bill and
asked," If I give this to you will you go with me to the bathroom and let me
touch it"

I scanned the terminal to see if we were being watched.  To my surprise we
were almost alone except for the employees and one man in the opposite
corner in a black suit and sunglasses pretending to read a newspaper. We
might have gotten away with pulling it out right their but I considered
different options and just stood and went to the rest room.  I figured he
would wait a little to avoid suspicion, but in seconds he came in.  I was at
the urinal unsnapping my shorts when he tugged me by the back of my shorts
into the handicap stall.

He was quick and gentle at the same time.  My shorts fell to the floor
around my shoes and he rubbed my tool through my under-armor shorts.  He
then runs his hands up under my shirt and makes contact with my warm belly.
He lifts the shirt up and motions me to tuck the tail of the shirt behind my
neck.  When I did he stood on his tip toes and sucked one nipple like a
kitten nursing.  This was so good.  I began to lower my under shorts but he
moved my hands away and he pulled them to the floor.  He tapped one calf and
then the next to get me to lift my foot off the ground so he could strip me.

I stood naked in front of this ten year old boy and he was rapeing me with
his eyes.  Then he took my dick in his hands and slowly stroked my now
ragging hard on.  He kissed the head and ran the tip of his tongue under my
foreskin.  He held my cock straight up with one hand and traced my veins
with the other.  He total exposed my strawberry and rested it in his mouth.
His lips and tongue rolled my flesh in erotic rhythms and his hands went to
my balls.

My shirt was getting wrinkled in this back-of-the-neck manor so I took it
off to and stood their in only my shoes.  He moved to my side and
sporadically changed his attack on my rod.  He slobbered along my length of
the left side and fingered the head and the shaft with one hand as he used
the other hand to explore my butt.  He traced the crescents of my cheeks and
went spelunking into my crack.  I was beginning to moan and was finding it
hard to stand still.

I had heard of people that tried to get the pleasure to last longer by
distracting their selves with thoughts of anger or depression but I had
never tried to do this.  But it was obvious that the boy was trying to get
me to last longer when he began asking me questions through his juicy lips.

"How old are you?"

"I'mm uuunh a a I'mmm 15 I mean 16.  I'll be OOOOhUHHHH 16 next month."

"I figured you were a lot older, but you hardly have any hair except your
dick.  I'm 11."

I replied, "I figured you were younger.  11's good.  Can you cum?"

"I cum clear.  You?"

"White,,,a,,,guhhh white and thick and often."

His tongue went to my balls and he slurped each one individually as he found
the V of my gland with his thumb.  His other hand had started tugging on my
nipples as I realized I was in the hands of a pro.  I was so close to the
edge that I could taste the flavor of my own cum building up in my thought.
I grabbed the stall walls and shook them as I let out a muffled scream.

Suddenly he stopped. "I want to kiss.  Would you kiss me if it meant tasting
your own sperm?"

"Yes, Yes, Fuck yes just finish me off."

He clamped his mouth around my head and worked his way down my shaft a half
inch at a time.  He was to his own uvula when I unloaded.  It was the first
sperm spill I had had in almost 24 hours so it was hot and heavy.  Sperm was
leaking out of his mouth and he was unbuttoning his shirt as quickly as
possible.  He bent forward in an unnatural position.  He was obviously
worried about getting his white shirt stained with me.

I assisted him with hanging his shirt on the back of the door while he still
had my load and my dick head in his mouth.  He hooked his right hand around
the back of my neck like an orangutan pulling down a tree and frenched me
while spitting my own cum into my mouth.  We swished around the sperm.  I
had never tasted anyone's sperm but Scott's in my life. Not even my own.
This ten, I mean 11,  year old was taking me to school and I was loving it.