Date: Mon, 10 Feb 2003 03:30:48 +0000
From: tommy nofeet <tommynofeet@hotmail.com>
Subject: Stall Story 4

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Stall Story 4 - Happy Holidays Part 2
Waking up the next morning was a wonderful experience - my morning hard-on
was wrapped in the slowly stroking fist of a preteen boy as James woke me
with a gentle wank. His soft hair was pressed into my cheek as he had his
face turned down to concentrate on what he was doing. I smelled the essence
of boy in his hair, and it was a fragrance that always turned me on,
bringing me to full hardness from my turgid state. James noticed I'd woken,
and turned his face up to me, a devilish look in his eyes.

'Morning,' was all he said, before turning back to his work.

I never found out we got away with it - it was strictly forbidden for more
than two boys to spend the night in one room, and as far as I knew we had
four, though where the other two was, was a mystery. Either the teachers did
not know, or for some reason ignored what we were up to, but nothing was
ever said.

After a minute or so, James started to seriously concentrate, shifting
around until we were head to toe, so that he could look in close-up as he
played with me. I've always had a large foreskin, which covers my head and
then some even when I'm rock hard, and James used to love to play with it.
His little fingers pulled it this way and that, and then he did something
which almost always makes me cum - he stuck a finger inside the skin as far
as it would go. I could see the bulge of his little finger alongside the
head of my dick, both covered in the smooth coating of my foreskin. He
wiggled his finger about a bit, lubricated by ample precum, before stopping
and turning back to me.

'Can I do you?' he asked.

He said it in his best little boy voice, and he knew I couldn't resist when
he used 'do' instead of the more vulgar 'fuck' he usually preferred. I
wasn't one for taking it normally, but James was a different matter - his
little dick was small enough that it never hurt, and he seemed to really get
off on it once in a while, so how could I deny him this little pleasure. In
response I smiled at him and nodded, before lifting my knees up to hold my
legs out of the way and expose my ass. James giggled, and leapt over the top
of me off the other side of the bed to find the lube. His little hard dick
bounced up and down, with his scrotum drawn up tight and crinkled beneath.
He had the gorgeous, undeveloped musculature of youth, with a slight
roundness to his tummy that I always found extremely attractive. Eventually
he found the tube on Paul's bed, wrapped up in the sheets, and casually
wondered aloud how it managed to get there, with a broad grin on his face
and a not-insignificant glance toward the bathroom. Then I realised where
Paul and Matt must have been - in the bathroom together, although I couldn't
hear any splashing noises from behind the nearly-closed door. But I didn't
have time to think about it as James came back to the bed, already squeezing
a small amount of lube onto his hand - we didn't need much when I was
receiving. His middle finger went straight into me without resistance, my
positioning having opened up my hole more than enough to accept his thin
boyish fingers. And then he wiped the rest of the lube on the other kind of
thin boyish finger he possessed - the three inch long one poking out below
his belly.

Quickly getting into a kneeling position between my legs, James used a hand
to guide his little dick to my hole, and pushed all the way in with one
stroke. Like I said, he was really easy to accommodate. He started to pump
and got up quite a pace quickly, which bought about something I had not felt
before when we had done this - maybe I'd not noticed his dick growing, but
now every time his balls hit my ass, the sharp little head of his rock hard
dick hit my prostate. It was a wonderful feeling, having this tiny little
probe which left no feelings of discomfort giving my prostate a pummelling.
I could tell James really needed to get off - he was really giving it some -
and so I decided to try and help him by flexing the muscles in my ass. The
had an immediate effect - James' eyes opened wide in surprise, and he gave
out a little squeak as he came. And again there was a new experience for me
- the feeling of this boy's seed firing into me, two little shots of hot
cum, was totally unexpected. Yes, I knew he could spurt, but I'd not really
realised until that point that I would feel him doing so inside me. I'd
experienced the same when I'd let Paul fuck me once, but somehow it didn't
seem so erotic. The feeling was so intense that I came at the thought of
what had happened, the semen dribbling out of my dick onto my belly. James
reached round behind him to grab my boxers from the foot of the bed,
cleaning me off before he chucked them onto the floor.

I lowered my legs, and James scooted up my body to lie on top of me, once
again a little boy craving affection. I ran my hands over his back, causing
him to shiver slightly, and so I pulled the blanket over most of us. It was
lying like this that I realised something for the first time - I no longer
simply lusted over this boy, I loved him.  Using a hand on either side of
his head, I lifted it up so that his eyes looked into mine. I leaned forward
and slowly moved my dry lips to brush against his. Instinctively the preteen
reacted, opening up to the kiss. He was inexperienced, but that didn't
matter, because what he lacked in knowledge he more than made up for with
passion.
Eventually I broke the kiss. My heart was thumping almost audibly in my
chest as I said to him the words I feared he would reject.

'I love you...' It was barely more than a whisper, but he heard loud and
clear. Ever so slowly a smile ran across his face, and he giggled as he
said,

'Me too!'

Then he leaped on me once more his words and his kiss flooding me with
relief. I was in love.