Date: Wed, 20 May 2015 22:57:16 +0200
From: z.blake@mail.com
Subject: Sit On It Sammy

SIT ON IT, SAMMY
By Zachyboy
T/b, b/b, oral, anal

The following story is a work of fiction. It involves sexual situations
between a teenage babysitter and a younger boy. If this material is
offensive to you or illegal where you live, please leave us now, because
Sammy's about to get a thing up his butt.

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On with the show.

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This little kid Sammy from down the street sure asks a lot of questions
when I babysit him.

I'm Jon, I'm 15 and I'm gay. And once Sammy found out I was a cockhound,
the questions never stopped.

"When you fuck a guy, does he bend over when you stick it in him, or do you
lay on your back and let him sit on it and bounce up and down?"

"Jesus, Sammy!" I said, surprised. "How do you know all this stuff? What
are you? 8?"

"Nine," he beamed proudly. "And I already butt-fucked with Riker and Riley
down the street. They shoved an ice cube up my butt first."

I looked at him, dumbfounded. Prepubescent capacity for nasty-fun boyplay
always blows my mind from a creative standpoint. It's like they invent
whole new volumes of it.

"Well, how did you guys do it," I stammered, not sure if a 15-year-old
babysitter should be having this exact conversation with his 9-year-old
charge.

I'm embarrassed to say, my cock was already plumping in my pants just
talking about it with him. I stuck a hand in my pocket and adjusted myself
nervously. I don't think he noticed.

"Well, Riker stuck a finger up my butt first," he announced casually, "you
know, just to get the ice out."

I nodded.

"Then his cock melted the rest of it."

"Okay."

"Then I did Riley a little bit, but I didn't get my sparkles because I was
worried his mom might come in and they said she's kind of a bitch about
butt fucking in her house."

"Sure," I agreed. "That's natural."

"Then Riker and Riley kinda fucked each other while Riker stuck his finger
up my butt again. Then he washed his dick off with a washcloth and made me
suck it a little, and by that time, Riley was going downstairs for more ice
cubes, so I said, `Whoa, enough with the ice already,' and I got too cold
and I went home."

"Wow," I said, after a pause. "That's quite a rundown."

"But we just kind of did it bending over or hands and knees like dogs," he
said. "Nobody sat on anybody's dick. So how about it. Can I sit on yours?"

"No!" I said. "You're too young."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not.

"Are too."

"Can you even do that really?" he asked. "Sit on a guy's dick like that?
Wouldn't it just snap off?"

"Oh, it works fine," I assured him. "Nothing snaps. It works great."

If he kept up this talk, he'd be finding out how well it works pretty quick
here.

"So," he said, getting back to his original point, "When YOU do it, you
know, with another faggy guy, do you bend him over the bed and fuck him
that way, or do you have him sit on it?"

"First of all," I told him, "don't say faggy. It's rude."

"Sorry," he said. "Gay-American."

We both giggled at that one.

"So, do you fuck him like a dog or does somebody sit on somebody."

"It depends," I shrugged honestly. "Sometimes you don't know which way it's
gonna go until it's in there."

"Hmph," he nodded. "Fair enough, I guess."

There was an awkward silence in the room. I wasn't sure if I was supposed
to say something or not.

"So," he said, finally breaking the weirdness. "Want me to sit on your
dick?"

I think I made an actually gulping noise in my throat. He was dead serious.

And if my dick wasn't hard in my pants before...it sure was now.

"Jesus, Sammy," I whispered at him, wide-eyed. "You really think we should
do that?"

He smiled and nodded and started to unloop his belt and unbutton his pants.

"Of course," he shrugged. "A guy's gotta learn some time."

# # # # # # # # # # # # # # #

My "sit-on-it" sex before Sammy was with my cousin Jericho.

Jer used to come over for sleepovers on the weekend, and starting when I
was 12 and he was 10, I used to fuck him up the butt, something we
discovered pretty much by accident one day when we were playing tickle pins
on the floor and my hard dick slipped out of the leg hole of my undies and
made contact with his hot little Fruit of the Loom crack, which pretty much
turned "let's wrestle" into "hmm, what do we have here," right on the spot.

I had a trundle bed, so I always slept on the regular part, and he slept on
the bottom part that pulled out from underneath. We'd wait for my mom to
fall asleep, I'd pat my mattress quietly, already hard and waiting, he'd
shuck his undies and hop up with me. He'd suck me quickly to get me wet,
then with a little extra spit – we discovered hock a loogie spit worked
best – he'd take my boner so far up his ass so quickly it felt like a
knife sliding through hot butter. Or hot butt, at least.

Since my mom was in the bedroom next door, silence was of the essence. He'd
sit on my dick, sliding slowly up and down on my slippery cock without so
much as a peep, but turn the tables and the kid went monkey kingdom.

Every once in a while, he liked to fuck me back, and sure enough, grab the
earplugs, because anytime I let him fuck me, my God, he was one dryspunky
little rammerjammer. The first time he did me up the butt, all eager and
shaky, grinning ear-to-ear with his little cock twitching to get in, we
woke half the house with the bedsprings. After three failed grunt operas, I
had to put my foot down. We put reciprocation on hold until he grew up and
settled down.

Fine with me though, since his ass was the stuff my dreams were made of,
and when it came to bottoming, he went up and down on my cock just as quiet
as a mouse.

With one little peep at the end.

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Sammy had already tossed his belt to the floor and had his pants halfway
down his knees before my common sense kicked in.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa there, Sammy. We can't really do this."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm 15 and you're 9. I'm your babysitter."

"What? Babysitters don't have cocks?"

"Well, sure. Babysitters have big cocks."

No lie. Mine was feeling like a Sequoia right now.

"So what's the big deal?" he asked.

"You're too little," I told him. "I might hurt you. And your mom would kill
me."

"What. Like she's hiding under the bed or something?"

He rolled his eyes.

He pulled his pants the rest of the way down and stepped out of them. His
little blue undies and the pinkie-sized boner bulge inside them made my
cock leak.

"I'll sit on it slow," he said. "It won't hurt me at all. You'll see. Riker
and Riley got me all pried open and ready for you."

"Jesus, Sammy. How about a little foreplay, dude?"

I felt like my life had suddenly become a Nifty plot.

"All right, all right," he said, bored with the preliminaries. "I'll dance
for you a little."

"Dance?" I asked, puzzled.

"Yeah. You go over and sit on the couch and I'll dance a little for
you. You know. Get you all worked up so you want to put it in me. So you
want me to sit on it."

A little bit nervous but a whole lot excited, what the hell. If this came
with a show, I sure wasn't going to miss it, so I went and sat on the couch
and for the next ten minutes Sammy flirted with me naked.

He lifted his shirt off and it joined his disheveled pile of pants, socks
and undies on the floor. I was sitting on the edge of my seat wondering
what would happen next.

He began dancing and gyrating for me. It would have been a comical little
boy's dance, halfway between a hula and an air hump, if it weren't for the
fact that Sammy was bare naked and were both as hard as a rock.

At one point he stood up on the coffee table, jutted his hips right in my
face and his dick was about three inches away from my mouth, and honest to
God, I started to salivate. Actual drool started to form.

I nearly opened my mouth and let him stick his cock in, but he turned
around, wiggled his butt in my face, spread his cheeks and showed me his
asshole instead. Mother of God, I almost passed out on the spot. It was a
perfect boy's asshole. Pink, shiny and wrinkly. Perfectly clean with just a
hint of "oh Lord, that smells good." Begging for closer inspection.

He wasn't going to let me have it, though. He turned around, hopped off the
coffee table, still dancing, gripped his hard little cock with his fist and
did a medium-fast jack-off for me. I think I might have moaned at that
point and he smiled ear-to-ear, knowing he had me for sure now.

Then he made a big show of sucking his finger like a little cock, getting
it all good and wet, bending over for me again, and pushing his finger
straight up his asshole in one quick push. That time I moaned out loud for
sure. I moaned like a 15-year-old gayboy motherfucker, watching the
neighbor boy finger fuck himself in the living room. For the record, that's
a pretty loud moan.

Sammy stuck his finger in an out of his ass smiled at me through the V of
his legs and said, "Let me sit on it, Jon. Let me sit on it so it goes way
up in me. Right up in here."

He giggled and whispered the naughty words...

"In my fuckhole."

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Sammy told me later he used to play sex games with his cousin Blake.

When they were 7 and 8, they used to dance naked for each other.

Make out.

Suck each other's tits.

"Be my wife and pretend we're making a baby," Sammy told Blake.

Blake took his pants off, laid down on his back, lifted his legs over his
head and Sammy fucked him.

"You're a good wife," Sammy told him while he did Blake up the butt. "I'm
gonna give you a real good baby. Lay still. I'm gonna put my baby in you
hard."

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"Jack me off," Sammy begged me, walking to the couch and standing between
my spread legs.

My dick was hard as a rock and so was his.

Hypnotized by his three-inch beauty, I reached out and started stroking his
hard little spike between my thumb and my forefinger. It was burning hot to
the touch with a tiny little piss dribble at the tip.

I stroked him and he sighed.

I looked in his eyes.

"Wanna touch tongues?" he asked.

I nodded. We kissed.

His little tongue wrestled with mine. It tasted like bubble gum and peanut
butter.

We made out as I stroked him. He moaned and his breathing sped up.

He reached down, took my finger in his hand and sucked it into his
mouth. Got it full of spit. Got it wet with his mouth and tongue. He
brought it down to the gateway to his ass and pressed it against his
pucker.

"Make a baby in me," he whispered, pushing it inside him. "Make a baby in
me with your big fat fuck cock."

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I tried to be straight once. I really did.

There was this girl in 8th grade, Kara. She was pretty. She was nice. We
went to movies. We hung out. We even kissed a little.

And one day up in her room when her parents weren't home from work yet, we
made out on her bed and she reached her hand down my pants and seemed
confused when I wasn't hard.

I felt her stroking on me trying to get it up, but it just felt weird to
me, not good. And I could tell she was frustrated. She was rubbing her
pussy on me through our jeans, but my dick wouldn't cooperate.

"Maybe we should stop," I said. "It's not working."

"Want me to suck it?" she asked quietly. "I mean, I will. I don't mind."

"No," I said. "I feel kinda sick. Can we stop?"

"Okay," she said, clearly hurt.

I went into the bathroom down the hall to pee, and I walked in on her
little brother accidentally. His dick was out.

"Oh! Shit! Sorry!" I said, backing away.

"No biggie," he said, 12 and proud. He had a nice one.

My dick – the dick that hadn't moved at all in spite of Kara's female
ministrations was plumping already just looking at her little brother's
cock. He seemed open to my inspection. More than willing. When he realized
I was making no effort to stop looking, he smiled.

"Wanna touch it? Perv."

My throat felt dry.

"You can pee next to me," he offered quietly, stepping to one side.

I swallowed and stared at it.

I quickly locked the door, came over to him, unzipped my fly and pulled my
hard cock out.

He whistled.

I did a quick painful-bend pee and drip-dried to a finish.

We looked at each other's cocks.

"Want me to suck your cock for you?" he whispered with a glimmer in his
eye.

I nodded yes.

"Kara gives me blowjobs all the time," he said quickly. "I eat her pussy
too. But you can't tell."

I shook my head no.

He dropped to his knees and took my dick in his mouth.

I cried out. I gasped at his skill.

I grabbed his head and fucked in and out of him. He let me go deep.

It took me all of two minutes of shaking and gasping to feed him my cum,
which he swallowed in full.

He smiled and wiped his lips.

"Good cum, perv. You better go before Kara finds us."

I nodded.

"I got her last boyfriend to fuck me in her bed last year, and boy was she
pissed."

I wanted more, but he was right. I should leave.

I zipped up and headed back to Kara's room. She was listening to music and
mad.

"I see you met Josh," she said, nodding to the lump in my pants.

I turned red.

"I --" I stuttered.

"At least your dumb cock works for somebody, limp dick," she shrugged.

And that was the last time I ever got invited to Kara's house.

But that's okay. I fucked her little brother at least five times at mine.

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Sammy's little cock was right in front of my face. We were kissing, making
out, "touching tongues," and his hard little boyspike was bumping into my
chest. I got down on my knees with Sammy still standing, pushed the coffee
table back and started sucking him. My finger was still pushing in and out
of his rectum.

He said "oh yeah" and grabbed my hair when I started sucking him. He
starting guiding my head up and down on his little cock.

"Turn around," I growled through a mouthful of cock.

"Huh?" he said.

"Turn around."

He did, and I took my finger out of his ass and started eating his hole. He
was delicious.

He jumped when my tongue started lapping at his backdoor.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

"Eating your hole," I mumbled through a mouthful. "Shut up and spread."

He reached back and spread farther for me.

"Oh God," he giggled. "Oh wow. I gotta remember to tell Riker and Riley
about this one."

I ate him harder and deeper.

"Oh shit, that tickles, do more," he giggled, gyrating back against me.

I curled two wet fingers and shoved them up his ass.

That made him stop giggling in a hurry.

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Later Sammy told me he and his friends Riker and Riley, the pervy little
kids with the ice cubes up their butts, showed him how to hide in the
closet at their friend Duncan's house and watch Matthew, this 12-year-old
from down the street, fuck Duncan up the ass while Duncan played video
games.

He said it was pretty cool. Duncan bent over his beanbag chair, naked,
while Matthew fucked him up the butt. He said Duncan never even missed a
shot on his game while he was getting butt-fucked. And later, when he
finished, Matthew told him what a good boy he was and he'd be back after
dinner for another one. He told Duncan not to shower or wash himself down
below. And to try to keep his cum inside him as long as he could. He wanted
to fuck his own cum when he came back. Yikes.

"Did Matthew ever butt fuck YOU?" I asked Sammy.

"Nah," Sammy shrugged. "But it's only a matter of time. Sooner or later,
Matthew fucks everybody."

I made a mental note to seek out this neighborhood Romeo. I was 15, but I
wouldn't mind bending over a beanbag to accommodate a ready 12.

If a kid's got skill, it's your duty to check it out.

# # # # # # # # # # # # # # #

When I was Matthew's age – when I was 12 – I watched my older brother
Jay jack off and use my mom's dildo on himself. He only used it a little
and didn't seem to like it, because he put it in for about ten seconds,
pushed it in and out a few times, then dropped it on the floor, and just
jacked off without it. He came a bunch all over his treasure trail.

He's in college now.

After he was done and went into his bathroom, I heard the shower start, so
I sneaked into his room, grabbed the dildo off the floor, smelled it
(yuck), and started jacking off. I put some spit on it and stuck it up my
butt. It went in really fast and far.

I thought it felt just fine.

I didn't take it out at all. Just left it in there while I jacked off and
shot a little wad of cum on his carpet.

I threw it down, rubbed my cum in with my bare foot, and ran out of there
before his shower was done.

I wondered why my brother was such a big dildo wuss.

Things up your butt feel fine.

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I sucked on Sammy's rubbery ring, getting every bit of that sharp, coppery
boy-ass flavor off of his skin.  I kept poking my tongue at the center of
his tight starburst, trying to breach him, trying to get at the more
intense flavor inside of his ass, but he was locked down tighter than Fort
Knox.  My tongue was aching and it just wasn't strong enough to push
through.

So, jaw half-numb, I pulled away from his ass to loud protests from Sammy,
who couldn't get enough of my tongue-swabbing his fuckhole. That is, until
I spun him around and grabbed his hard, three-inch boy dick and slurped it
into my mouth like a fast-moving strand of spaghetti.

He quickly forgot about his butthole and hissed in delight as I closed my
lips around his taut little boner and began to suck him hard.  I used the
surface of my tongue like sandpaper against the underside of his thin
shaft, sending waves of electric tingles pulsing out from the head of his
cock.

Using my free hand, I added some extra stimulation. As my finger rubbed
around the puffy folds of his anus, I had him grunting and squealing in
delight.

"Feels...ahhhhh....feels so good, Jon. Suck it faster."

He was nine and it didn't take much to get him to his sparkle zone.  He
began banging his little bare pubis against my mouth, trying to push his
stalk as deep into my mouth as he could.

I reached up and grabbed his smooth little sack between my thumb and
forefinger and gave it a gentle squeeze, causing him to grunt loudly and
tumble over the boygasm cliff.

"Oh fuck...ungh...oohhhh fuuuuck...sparkles in my dick...fuck..."

His dick was pulsing in my mouth, almost vibrating with the intensity of
his dry cum...his little nuts, trying desperately to spill out the juice
that was still years away.

"Good," he grunted. "Sparkles so good."

Sammy moaned, and I think he would have collapsed on the couch if I hadn't
grabbed him around the waist and held his spasming dick in my mouth for a
few more seconds. It felt like I was holding him upright by sheer
mouth-on-dick alone, and that probably wasn't far from the truth.

"Aieeee...Jon...it tickles...my dick tickles," he whined as his bone got
super sensitive after cumming.

I let him pull his stalk from my mouth with a "pop" and watched him flop
down, spent and happy on the couch.

"Whoa, buddy...no time for rest now, pal.  You gotta suck my cock till I
get my big boy sparkles."

"Fuck yeah," he said, staring at my boner. "Bring that big thing over
here."

# # # # # # # # # # # # # # #

So, Kara's little brother – Kieran was his name – and honest to God,
parents, stop doing that to your kids, okay? Seriously. Kara and Kieran?
How do you even call out loud for one without getting both of them every
time? That's just bad planning.

Anyway, turns out Kieran could take a fuck like a champ. I'm not sure how
Kara's ex-boyfriend nailed him, but I did him twice in my bed, once on the
couch when my mom wasn't home, once out in the garage when she was ten feet
away in the kitchen making dinner, and once standing up behind the
bleachers at a junior high football game. I could actually look up and see
people's asses through the slates in the seats while down below under cover
of darkness we both had our pants around our ankles and I was jizzing up
his butthole.

"Tell your sister this is how hard I should have fucked her stupid cunt," I
growled in his ear as I fucked him unremittingly.

"Oh yeah," he grunted, as he took my cock both eagerly and
spiritedly. "Pretend I'm her. Pretend I'm my bitch sister and fuck my mean
little pussy. Fuck her as hard as she needs it."

"NNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHH!" I grunted as I sprayed wads up his clencher.

"Oh fuck yeah, oh fuck yeah," he panted.

"I'll teach you to call me a limp dick," I grunted in his ear.

"That's it," he said, squeezing his ass muscles and milking my jets. "Teach
her a lesson. Get it all up in there."

Fuck, he was hot.

Fuck, that felt good, getting it all out of my system like that.

Plus our team won the football game that night, so, you know, double good
win for everybody.

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Fortunately for me, Sammy didn't quite grasp the whoe concept of "big boy
sparkles".

Sammy knew the mechanics for sure, but had no real experience with a teen
boy. Best I could tell, he was a complete cum virgin, mouth and ass. I'm
pretty sure his 7-year-old cousin Blake wasn't cumming yet. And Riker and
Riley, perverts though they were, were probably still shooting blanks
themselves.

But ask and ye shall receive, Sammy. And now that he had me warmed up to
the point of no return, he was about to experience a bonafide batter
blaster in his mouth. He probably knew something was going to come out, but
I'm guessing he didn't know it would be as much as I was ready to feed him,
and I wasn't about to spoil the surprise.

He moved closer to my crotch and I could see his nostrils flare just a bit.
He could smell my cock – and it wasn't graham cracker kiddie cock –
it was musk-smelling teen cock -- something he'd never experienced
before. I don't think it had crossed his 9-year-old mind that big boys
smelled different in a sexy way than little boys.

But Sammy was an eager beaver, I'll hand that to him, and desperate to
explore, he took a couple of sniffs around my cockhead and down toward my
balls and looked up at me.

"Your cock smells a lot different than Riley's."

"What did Riley's cock smell like?"

"Teddy Grahams and butt."

I smeared my precum on his lips. I rubbed my dick head on his nose. I
pulled his head down and made him smell my balls up close. He pulled back a
little, but then went back down for another try. Harsh, but he needed it.

"So, do you like the smell of my cock Sammy?"

He thought for a few seconds, moved back in and smelled deeper this time.

"Yeah," he said. "It's kinda stinky, but in a good way. It makes my dick
tingle."

"Tell me you like smelling my cock."

"I like smelling your cock."

"Smell it again."

He did.

"That's it," I told him. "Breathe it deep. You know what you are, Sammy?"

"What?" he asked.

"You're a naughty little boy who likes cock."

"Yeah, well you're the gay cock-lover here, but I'll suck you anyway. Just
for practice."

"Yeah, sure," I smiled. "Practice."

My piss slit was moist and a pearl of precum was hanging there, something
that didn't escape old eagle eyes.

"Hey, no fair. You're gonna piss in my mouth."

"That's not piss...that's precum.  Guys leak it when they get excited. Go
ahead. Taste it.  And damned if he didn't...just stuck out his tongue and
swiped across my tingly head.

"Good?" I asked him? "Here. Eat some more."

"Kinda slimy, but okay I guess. Just don't piss in my mouth, slime-perv."

"Deal. Now get busy and suck this thing. Now."

He took one more look at my aching cock and opened his mouth wide and took
the entire head in at one time.  Now it was my turn to groan...looking down
at that hot little fucker with his lips stretched around the head of my
cock? It doesn't get any better than this. And, you know, technically I was
still babysitting him, so I'd also be getting ten bucks an hour for this.

"Suck it, Sammy...just like you do with Riley."

And suck it he did...he couldn't get all the way to the base of my shaft
and gagged a couple of times when he tried to push too far, but I still
gave him and "A" for effort.  What he lacked in skill, he more than made up
for with an enthusiastic knob polishing that would have made a boy's
cheerleading team proud.

"Oh, Sammy," I moaned. "Good job, buddy. Watch the teeth, but don't stop
sucking."

I was so horned up from all of the sex play leading up to this, and now
with the smell of my own cock lingering in the air, mixed with what must
have been the watermelon shampoo on his sweaty little head, I knew I was
about to blow-off in his mouth in short order.

My aching balls were swollen with cum and aching from the need to fire off
a load and I knew Sammy was about two seconds away from getting the
slimiest surprise of his young life with just a few more licks of my
lollipop.

"Suck it harder, Sammy," I hissed at him gasping. "I'm about to cum, baby."

He moaned and made even harder suction. His whole body was shaking with
anticipation. He went faster. His rapid-bobbing little mouth locked around
my cock as tight as he could and he looked up at me, his mouth stretched
around my shaft and spit leaking down his chin.

That did it...that look of hunger and euphoric, starving panic in his eyes
as he sucked his first teen cock to completion. I grabbed his head and
pushed into his mouth as far as I could and blasted the back of his throat
with the hottest, longest wad of juice I've ever shot.

His eyes widened in surprise and he tried to pull back but I held his head
in place...cum drooling out all around my cock and down his chin...Sammy
coughing and sputtering as his mouth filled with my seed.

I let him go and he quickly pulled off my cock, gagging and spitting my cum
out of his mouth.

"Ewwwwww...you fucker...you didn't tell me that was gonna happen. That
stuff is gross, you perv. And it smells funny too. Like getting my mouth
washed out for swearing."

"Well, now you know how the big boys play, Sammy."

"Fuck," he said, spitting it on the floor. "Like getting my mouth washed
out for saying fuck."  "Yeah?" I said, pulling his head back down. "So,
let's do the wash again."

He eyed me with wonder.

"Man, you really are a perv," he said, shaking his head in amazement and
getting ready for seconds.

# # # # # # # # # # # # # # #

I remember gagging the first time I gave head to a sizeable cock, too. It
was Baker, a guy from my gym class. Jimmy Baker was his name, but we all
just called him Baker.

We hit it off, became friends last summer and had some beers out in his
tent one Friday night when I was sleeping over. The talk turned to sex and
blowjobs and whether or not we'd ever had one, and by the time we noticed
we both had hard cocks, it was clear one of us was going to get our dicks
sucked, we just didn't know who.

I offered to go first, figuring I was the gayest, so why not. And when he
took his dick out, I almost fainted. It was at least two inches bigger than
mine and a whole lot thicker. I expected it to be, you know, kid-sized like
mine. Turns out it was man-sized like, well, like a man.

But I did my best. I gagged about seven or eight times, trying to take it
all. I apologized for gagging the first two times until I noticed by his
shudders and shivers, he seemed to LIKE me gagging on it, so from that
point on, I felt free to go as deep as I wanted. The noises I made as I
tried to take it all – the choking and the tears in the corners of my
eyes as I looked up at him just turned him on even more, so I felt free to
over-extend myself.

"Oh yeah, bitch," he whispered. "Gag on that fat dick."

It made my cock leak when he talked to me like that. You know. Took
command.

And when he unloaded in my mouth, I thought I really would choke. It was
thick, strong, bleachy and bitter. I didn't like the taste of it at
first. But he held my head in place and didn't let go through his entire
ejaculation. There was nowhere for his cum to go but straight down my
throat. So I had to swallow. Way too rude, but incredibly sexy.

"That was hot," he whispered in a husky voice. "You ate it all, didn't
you?"

"Kinda had no choice," I shrugged, wiping my lips.

"Here," he said, handing me an open beer. "Take a sip. Wash it down."

I did, and felt better.

I thought he might reciprocate and offer to suck my hard one next. But
Baker had other plans.

"Now...do it again," he said, pushing my head down toward his cock. He was
still hard and ready to go. "We're not done yet. Do it again."

I shrugged and opened up, meeting my fate. Sort of understood my new place
in the world.

"Oh yeah," he sighed as my mouth wrapped around his thick one. "Fuckin'
hot, man. Suck that big cock, you little fag. Do it again."

I didn't care for the insult, but my dick was still hard, so I sighed and
complied.

It's what 14-year-old little gay boys are born to do.

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"We're not done yet," I said to Sammy. "Do it again."

He'd already spit out my first load, but I was still rock hard. I wanted
more of this kid and I wanted him to eat it this time. For all of the
Baker's in the world who made me eat theirs. Shit rolls downhill.

"Suck that cock, Sammy. See if you're big enough to do it twice."

He started to jack himself off while he bobbed up and down on me, but
uh-uh, my rules, I slapped his hand away.

He whimpered, needing relief.

"Fucker," he said, but he kept on sucking.

I considered feeding him my second nut – it certainly would have been a
smaller load, but damn, I needed to get inside this kid. If Sammy wanted to
sit on it, there was no time like the present.

"Come up here, kiddo," I told him in a husky voice. "You're doing fine down
there, but come on up here and take a little breather. Let's touch tongues
again.

"Touch tongues soft," Sammy sighed, sounding tired He was in the big
leagues now and fading fast. "My lips feel numb and funny."

I kissed him gently and licked my tongue across his puffy lips. He tasted
like jizz and my cock. I recognized the taste of my own balls on his mouth
from where he'd licked my sack.

"I can't even feel that," he said. "You know. When you lick me."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Your dick made my lips numb."

I considered this.

"Well, if your mouth doesn't work, let's put it somewhere else then."

That brought him back to life in a hurry.

"You mean it? For real?"

He lit up like a kid in a candy store with an unlimited bar tab.

"Yeah," I nodded, hard ready.

"Sit on it, Sammy."

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By the end of that summer, everybody fucked everybody in our
neighborhood. Morningwood Way was never quite the same.

Blake fucked Sammy and Sammy fucked Blake.

Riker and Riley fucked each other, and Sammy and Blake watched at first and
then joined in for an almighty foursome that filled a tent in the backyard
with squeals and scents you could enjoy from a mile way.

Nobody fucked Duncan, the beanbag video game kid, because he went off to
summer camp. And Duncan only liked bigger boys. And believe me, he found
plenty of bigger boys to fuck him there.

And that dirty little 12-year-old Matthew kid, well, he just sort of
indiscriminately fucked everybody, including me, but that's a story for a
different day.

In this one, I had Sammy all fired up and ready to go. My cock and Sammy's
ass were about to have our first sit-down. So, let's get back to that one.

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No more teasing...no more coaxing...no more cock sucking...the moment of
truth had arrived for both of us. I was about to fuck my first smart-ass
9-year-old, and my 15-year-old cock was oozing precum at the prospect.

Whatever hesitation or reservations I might have harbored at the beginning
of this babysitting adventure, they all evaporated shortly after Sammy
pulled down his undies and I got my first look at his little three-inch
rammerjammer.

"Sit on it, Sammy," I told him.

He'd been an eager beaver all evening, and truth be told, the aggressor in
this little tryst.  But taking another 9 or 10-year-old neighbor-boy cock
up your turd tunnel was child's play compared to the 15 year-old throbber I
had aching between my legs to split him open.

Two or three thin inches...no problem, anybody can do that up a treehouse,
who gives a shit. Call the gang and let's put on a show. But almost six
thick inches of hard teen cock? Now that was enough to make Sammy's twat
twitch and tighten.

"Having second thoughts about this, little boy?" I asked, enjoying the
chance to tease him a little.

"No," he said, far too quickly, giving away his own trepidation. It was
clear he was re-evaluating just how difficult this was going to be.

"I can take it. No problem," he said, trying to sound cool. But I watched
his Adam's apple bob as he looked at the size of it, realized where it was
going, and gulped.

"Yeah?" I told him. "Well, let's see if your ass can cash the check your
mouth keeps writing."

He looked at my hard cock again and I could see him doing the math in his
head. When it comes right down to it, how do you fit peg "C" into slot "A."

"It's a lot bigger than Riley's," he said, impressed. "A lot bigger."

Definitely a hint of wonder and fear in his voice.

"Then lube me up first," I said, reasserting my role. "Your hole's gonna be
tight and we need more than your spit on my cock."

Sammy dashed out to the bathroom and came back with a jar of Vaseline. Not
my preference, but hell, I was about to fuck his ass.  I would have rubbed
Crisco on my cock it that's what it took.

Needing no further prompting, Sammy grabbed a finger full of V and greased
me up.  Damn, his little hands felt good sliding up and down my cock. I
could have blown my load right there, but I knew his ass was the grand
prize.

"Time to climb aboard," I told him, nodding toward the flag at full mast.

I watched as Sammy straddled my mid-section and reached back to align my
slimy, greasy cockhead with his puffy little starfish.

And oh, that first touch was electric, the feeling of my piss slit touching
his sticky ass lips.  This was going to be one for the record books.

Sammy pushed down hard, my swollen head pressing against his unyielding
muscle ring.  He grunted, pushed again and still nothing.

I was in lust-induced agony and couldn't stand it any longer so I sat up
with Sammy in my lap and pulled him against me in a tight embrace.

"Tongue-touches, Sammy. Like we did before."

I had to relax and distract him.

He responded, the tips of our tongues dancing against one another, but I
took it a step further and sucked his tongue into my mouth, pressing my
lips against his. This distracted him for just a split second...just the
time needed for me to jam my hips up hard enough to let my cock pop through
his fuck knot.

The invasion was so sudden that Sammy grunted into my mouth in surprise and
shock, his eyes bugging out and his three-inch piss stick deflating almost
instantly to a one-inch nubbin.

I kissed his mouth for a few more seconds and began to lick and suck on his
neck, letting him feel the sensation of my tongue and my lips against that
sensitive skin above his shoulders. I could feel him shiver just a bit, but
whether it was from the poker up his ass or my lips on his slender neck, I
didn't know or care.

"You okay, Sammy?" I asked.

"Holy crap," he grunted. "Feels like you shoved a cucumber up my butt.
Give me a sec. Gotta get used to it."

I had the head of my cock wedged into his hot, slimy hole and it felt
great. He could sit there and get used to it all day as far as I was
concerned. But, you know. His mom wasn't going to stay gone forever.

"See if you can take a little more," I encouraged him.

And slowly he continued to sink down on my cock.  His second sphincter,
which I am sure was still virgin, finally relaxed, letting my cock push his
ring of the way to make room. The pressure against his bladder must have
been heavy as well, because more than once, little dribbles of piss leaked
out out of his tiny slit, running down across his smooth sack and soaking
into my crotch hair.

Sammy was red in the face, both from the effort required and from the flush
of sexual excitement. This wasn't easy for him, but damned if he was giving
up without a fight.  Finally he bottomed out, flattening my pubic bush with
his cheeks, his little sack resting on my groin.  He had almost six inches
of teen meat buried up in his nine year old cunt.  And fuck, he was tight.

He leaned forward toward my face.

"Touch tongues with me again. Make me feel good."

And so we did. Sammy pressed against my chest, our tongues battling between
our lips, his immature and reawakening sex organs crushed between our
bodies, while I began to thrust my cock up into his clinging stickiness.

I could see my cock sliding up into him and see his little ass lips
clinging to the shaft as it moved back out.  I knew I was deep in this boy
because I could smell the scent we were making together -- hot, raw and
earthy. I was smelling the inside of this boy, in a way he'd probably never
been smelled in a room before, and it only made my cock get harder.

He'd grunt out an "NNNGH," every time I reached maximum bottom-out, his hot
breath on my face.

"I'm gonna pick you up and take you upstairs and fuck you in your bedroom,
little boy. You want that? Huh?

"Oh, yeah," he panted, eyes half-glazed. "NNNGH, Fff...fuck me harder,
please."

And so I picked him up, my arms tight around his midsection, my cock
plugged deep in his ass like a cork that wouldn't come out. The little horn
dog wrapped his legs around my waist and we started up the stairs.

I made certain to take each step in an exaggerated fashion using gravity to
my advantage, forcing Sammy down harder on my cock with each step up the
staircase.

By the time we got to his bedroom, and I took those last four steps to his
bed, his little dick was hard again and poking me in the stomach.  Sammy
was blurting out one or two words at a time in between his grunts and
moans, in rhythm with my footsteps. In rhythm with my fucksteps.

"Fuck..."

"So deep..."

"Hurts..."

"Tingles..."

His asshole was so hot and slimy, I was about to lose my nut again, so I
used the wall as leverage and holding him against it, I began to jackhammer
my cock up his battered bottom. He was like my own personal fuck doll at
this point, a piece of flopping, sticky flesh wrapped around my sensitive
dick.

"Oh God," he murmured. "Oh God. Oh good..."

You're about to be my cum dump, little guy" I growled, biting at his ear
lobe, nipping the tiny flesh, licking all around the outside edges.

"Oh fuck," he whispered when I nibbled on his ear. "Oh fuck that feels
naughty. Oh fuck that feels good!"

"You need some cum now, Sammy?"

"Oh God, oh yes...do a baby up my bottom, Jon! Put your sperms up in me!
AHHHHHHH!"

He didn't finish his sentence, but shook with instant orgasm. Sammy got his
sparkles. He started to shake and quiver and dry-cum like a wild banshee,
his little cock throbbing and the muscles in his ass clamping even tighter
around my buried cock.

"Fuck meeeeeeeeee!!" he whined...squealing out in one final breath as his
orgasm overwhelmed him.

That was enough to trigger my release and my heavy nuts began to belch my
cum up deep into his colon.

"NNNNGGGGH, you hot little fucker...take my load, you sexy little FUCK!"

I've never felt anything like that cum, before or since. It felt as if my
balls were dumping gallons of teen seed in his battered little cunt.  I
could see it begin to ooze out around my cock, thick cum married with a
clear glossy sheen, the inside of his ass, which smeared and dripped down
the length of my depleted nut sack.

He kissed me madly, his once-numb lips now hungry for connection.

"So good," he whispered. "So good...waited...so long...so good..."

He was nearly incoherent.

I pulled him to me, still connected by my hard cock plugged deep in his
pussy, and clutched him too me, sweating and breathing heavy along the
length of his bed.

"Oh fuck, Sammy, that was so hot."

"Riker and Riley never gave me sparkles like that," he said, barely above a
whisper, totally exhausted from the massive fucking he'd finally made room
for.

"Want another one?" I asked him, flexing inside him. Damn, he was hot. My
cock just wouldn't go down.

"Okay," he said, "but let me rest a minute. My butt's all numb."

"I'm gonna kiss it for you, baby. Kiss it and make it all better for you."

He giggled softly.

"Kiss it good, fucker."

I slowly pulled my cock out of his hole with a squelching sound.

"Lay on your tummy and let me eat it. Let me eat that pretty little
fuckhole."

He rolled over, doubly eager to feel my lips on his bruised hole. I spread
his little cheeks apart and looked at his coral colored, swollen rosebud.
It was definitely open, and my cum was slowly burping out of his
still-gaping entrance.

I pushed my face down between his wet, sticky cheeks and let the scent of
my teen cum and fucked out boy ass assault my nose. It was a hot and
creamy, musk-wild combination, all globby from my cum wad, and when I put
my lips down on that tender, puffy salt lick, he moaned in relief, and I
let my tongue slide over and across, then deep inside his relaxed and
sloppy hole.

Damn, he was loose after our fuck. I easily slid my tongue right into him,
tasting the bleachiness of my cum, mixed with his bitter, earthy juices
from way down deep inside.  It was the taste of our combined sex. The taste
of make-a-baby brew.

Sammy had begun to moan softly as soon as my lips touched his butthole, and
he continued to grunt and groan as I ate his ass as deeply as I could. His
sounds got softer until eventually I only heard the soft steady breathing
that indicated he'd fallen asleep.

I was getting high on the combination of his musky, pregnant ass smells and
the taste of my own cum leaking out of his sizzler, and I knew I needed to
fuck this boy one more time. My cock was hard again, or maybe it never went
soft, I honestly don't remember.

I didn't even care if he was asleep.  His ring was good and stretched at
this point and my cock was totally glazed with my own cum and Sammy's ass
juice. I added a little spit and I was completely reconstituted and ready
to go. My tongue was exhausted, to I pulled my face away, switched gears
and repositioned my straining cock at his puffy opening and slid it down
into his warm sloppy depths, ready to fuck another load of semen deep into
his little butt.

"That's it, baby," I whispered as he moaned in his sleep. "You just keep
right on sleeping while I give you something special, Sammy."

After that, he didn't even stir. He slept right through it.

"Good boy," I whispered to him, fucking him slowly. "That's a good, big
boy."

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"Sammy," I whispered later. "Are you still asleep, baby?"

Sammy just sighed and said, "Yeah. Did you just fuck me again?"

"Yeah," I said. "You're real loose in there now."

"Good," he said. "Now shut up and let me sleep."

I pulled my cock from his puffy wet hole and I wiped it on his thigh.

Cum burbled out of his ass as it closed shut. That's what they call the
fountain of youth.

"Sleep good," I told him.

"You babysitting me tomorrow?" he asked, all sleepy-mumble.

"Yep," I said, tucking my cock back in my pants.

"Good," he said, "cuz Riker and Riley are staying over."

I made a mental note to take my vitamins and bring along some Gatorade.

"Riker and Riley, huh?" I muttered to myself as I left him in dreamland.

I smiled and shrugged and figured, aww, what the fuck. There's nothing like
childhood, and I was pretty sure I had room enough to seat three.

I patted my cock and kissed Sammy's forehead before I went downstairs.

"Take a seat, boys. Take a seat."

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THE END

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Author's Note:

Thanks for your emails. Drop me a line any time. I always answer the nice
ones. And the mean ones, well, I delete those unanswered, but at least you
got it out of your system, right?

Thanks to my good Nifty friend Hermitowl of "Squirt and Skunky" fame for
tossing me the offline gem "one dryspunky little rammerjammer." Priceless,
man. And for ear biting and "wanna touch tongues?" I thank Pete Jones,
another fine Nifty writer for his story "Mikey Summer." Whoof, you guys
make shameless plagiarism such an unbelievable joy, some days I can't wait
to come to work. Thanks for letting me use your lines with your permission.

Riker and Riley, and Matthew (who eventually fucks everybody), and some of
the other horny young boys of Morningwood Way are hanging out in a few more
of my stories, waiting for you to visit them at:

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/young-friends/you-bend-in-the-middle

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/young-friends/little-bitty-ice-cubes

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/practice-on-patrick

Tell `em Zachy sent you.

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