Date: Wed, 05 Mar 2003 01:03:52 +0000
From: tommy nofeet <tommynofeet@hotmail.com>
Subject: Stall Story, Part 6

DISCLAIMER: the following FICTIONAL story contains vivid descriptions of sex
between a teenager and a young boy. If this is offensive to you, or viewing
of such material is illegal where you're at, DON'T READ IT! Otherwise, enjoy
it.
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Stall Story - Part 6: Summer Loving
James and his family moved in to the house opposite the newsagents only two
weeks later. Normally it would have taken longer, but apparently they had
already set up a buyer for their old house, and the paperwork was rushed
through to ensure that didn't fall through. As the time for him to move in
came closer, I grew increasingly excited, a feeling tempered only by the
occasional phone call to my little love. We could never spend long on the
phone, as neither of us were in the habit of calling our friends, and were
both paranoid that our parents might find the sudden use of the device a
little odd. The day he and his family moved in, I was in for a surprise. I'd
not expected to see James until we could arrange a meeting away from prying
eyes - we had a lot of catching up to do. But when my mum returned from the
supermarket in her car, she had a little present for me, though she
certainly would not have realised how important it was.
'I've been in the village talking to the new family,' she said as I helped
her get all the shopping bags into the house. 'Did you know they've got a
boy who goes to your school?'
'No, I had no idea,' I lied smoothly. I'd been prepared for my mum talking
about James, unaware how intimately I knew him already, and so the lie was
ready-made.
'Well, he's probably a bit young for you to notice. He's just finished his
first year. I told his mum that you might not mind too much showing him the
ropes around here. Is that ok?'
I had to force myself not to smile. My mum was providing me with the perfect
opportunity to see James without any possibility of my motives being
questioned. Trying to hide my happiness, I pretended to agree grudgingly,
while my heart did somersaults in my chest.
Trying not to appear too eager, I left it until the afternoon before I
wandered up to the house opposite the newsagents, and casually knocked on
the door. It was answered by a middle age woman who followed the housewife
mould that my mum had almost perfected. I introduced myself politely, and
explained that I would show James around the village if his mother didn't
mind. She seemed all too eager to get him out of under her feet, and
thankfully decided that James' little brother should stay in, not yet being
old enough to come out with us big boys. Although he pouted, Paul (now
there's irony for you...) didn't throw a tantrum, quite possibly because
James took him to one side and spoke to him about it. I was quite amazed
with his ability to calm his little brother - my elder brother would have
taken to opportunity to taunt me if we'd been in a similar situation at that
age, and I was touched that James cared enough about his brother to make
sure he'd be ok.
After a few awkward moments where James and I suddenly realised we'd been
staring at each other and grinning while his parents were around, we finally
left the house and ventured out into our new world together (ok, that sounds
a bit corny, I know, but that's what it felt like). It was, typically
enough, a glorious summer day. I don't know where they've all gone these
days, but summers used to be filled with sunshine and warmth, and only the
occasional thunder storm. This was one of those humid days, and you could
feel the storm coming on, but we decided to have fun while we could, anyway.
I'd once told James there was a place in the local woods a friend and I had
built from old sheets of plywood and the odd plastic corrugated panel, and
he decided that this was what he wanted to see first. I knew there was
little chance that anyone would be there, since my friend had moved away a
couple of summers previously, and few of the other kids n the village
ventured out as far as the construction. It took about twenty minutes to
make the hike, and we were both fairly sweaty by the time we scrambled
through the undergrowth to our sanctuary. Most of the wood was rotting, and
a significant part of the roof had caved in in one corner, but the floor was
dry enough to sit on most of the time, especially given the great weather we
were experiencing. James and I flopped down side by side, leaning against
one another and panting slightly from the exertion in the summer heat. The
seat running down my back was too much to handle, and I had to give my body
room to breathe. Leaning forward, I stripped my sodden t-shirt from my torso
and threw it onto the floor on the far side of the shack. James smiled a
wicked smile as I did so, and stood to strip not only his t-shirt, but his
shoes, socks and shorts. He stood there in the tightest pair of briefs I
think I have ever seen, which left very little to the imagination.
'You like them?' he asked, his trademark devilish smile very much in
evidence.
'Oh yeah...'
'I saw you coming up the road to our house earlier, so I thought I'd put
them on for you.'
'Wow, thanks. Where did you get pants like that? Surely your mum doesn't buy
them for you?'
'Nah, I nicked them off my brother!'
I couldn't help laughing, which James decided to take as a cue to jump me.
His sharp little fingers were all over my ribs, jabbing and poking, sending
me into an uncontrollable bout of giggles. I would never have behaved around
anyone else like this, but James bought out the side of me which had never
grown up. When he finally relented, I stuck my tongue out at him, which was
immediately sucked into his mouth. The kiss was pure passion, heightened by
love. We sucked each others' back teeth out for minute after minute, his
writhing on my lap bringing us both to full attention in no time. The front
of his tiny briefs was tented out obscenely by his boyhood, which looked as
if it had somehow grown in the time we'd been apart. My erection was trapped
down one leg of my shorts, and James smiled as he reached down to release it
from its prison. I smiled my thanks to James, and he released me so we could
go back to the slow grinding and kissing. After another few minutes, he
stopped to whisper in my ear.
'I need to get off!'
I just nodded - I wasn't about to argue with that idea. James stood and
pulled down his briefs in one movement, and I gazed at his dick with the
same wonder I did every time I saw it. It was a perfect uncut specimen,
perhaps just short of four inches, straight as a dye and as hard as rock. It
jerked in time with his heartbeat, and I just had time to notice a maybe
three or four little hairs at its base before James pushed forward into my
mouth. I let him get about half way in before I turned the suction on big
time and grabbed his behind to pull him the rest of the way. He gasped and
shuddered slightly, and it was clear he really needed it when he started
pumping in and out immediately, not giving me any time to lavish attention
on the hard rod poking into my mouth. I made a tight tunnel with my tongue
and the roof of my mouth, and I could feel James' foreskin rolling back and
forth over his head as he fucked my mouth. Knowing what was going on in
there was nearly enough to send me over the edge, and James' bare foot
rubbing up and down the length of my hardness with his foot didn't help one
bit. I actually came before James did, my cum oozing out of my unretracted
foreskin and over his foot. The feeling triggered James' own orgasm, and he
stiffened, shooting a couple of squirts of watery cum into my mouth, which I
happily swallowed.
The orgasm was too much for James, and his legs gave out. He slumped down on
top of me, and quickly grabbed me in a bear hug, burying his head in my
shoulder. I stroked his back slowly with both hands, occasionally scratching
lightly with my fingernails, which I knew really relaxed my little boy love.
I heard a mumbled message about missing me, before the strength leaked out
of James' arms and he fell asleep on me. I must have been exhausted too,
because the next thing I remember was being woken by an enormous peal of
thunder. James, too, had come back to life with a start, and I could see a
little fear in his eyes before he realised where he was sitting, and relaxed
a little with a slight smile on his face. Predictably enough, the first
heavy drops of rain started to fall before the rolling thunder had died
away. I knew we would be safe in our shelter, but there was no way we could
make it back to either of our houses without seriously risk of hypothermia,
no matter how warm the rain. So we decided to stay put for the time being,
and wait the storm out. I worked out from my watch that we'd been asleep for
only about ten minutes, so the afternoon wasn't entirely gone, but James was
a little worried that his parents would be panicking about him being out in
the weather. Now was my chance to really impress my little boyfriend.
Reaching into the pocket of my shorts, I pulled out my brand new mobile
phone. It was about the time when the devices were beginning to be
reasonably priced, and my dad had bought me one as an early birthday
present. He claimed that it would help me out in case I got stuck anywhere,
but I knew that really he was just as much a techno-junky as I was, and
wanted to play with a new toy. James was stunned, and even more so when I
said he should use it to call his parents and let them know he was safe. We
decided that it was best to say that we were at my house, since I knew my
mum would be out for the rest of the day and thus couldn't confirm whether
we'd been there or not. The phone call was quickly made, James making me
laugh when he made the universal hand motions to suggest that his mum
wouldn't shut up. When it was done, we snuggled together to wait out the
storm, listening in silence to the hammer of raindrops on the roof of the
shelter. Holding tightly on to my young love, I smiled to myself. James
noticed, and asked what was up.
'I was just thinking how much better my life is since you came into it,' I
said.
James smiled broadly and gave me a peck on the check, before leaning into me
once more, hugging my arm around himself. It really was going to be a great
summer.