Date: Thu, 16 Jun 2005 00:13:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rebel <rebel7772005@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Eight

Disclaimer: The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between an
older male and a young male.  If material of this nature offends you, then
you should not read this story.  Additionally, if you are under 18 years of
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This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to persons living
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This story was sent to me by a very good friend, but when I proposed him
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The house next door had been vacant for 3 years when the `For Sale' sign
went up; I wondered who would buy it and move in there.  The Auction day
arrived and a good crowd arrived for the auction, mostly young married
couples with their kids in tow.  The sale proceeded with many bidding but
as the price climbed higher, the number of bidders dropped off until there
were only two left, an old guy who looked as though he was buying it as a
rental property and a young man with a boy and a girl at his side.

I looked at the young boy, he was about 4 or 5, cute as all hell, freckled
face, and cute sticking out ears, he was small and so cute, blue eyes with
mousey, soft, light brown hair that would probably go blonder in the summer
time.  His slim little legs appeared from a pair of tiny denim shorts and
his feet were clad in tiny Nike joggers.  His torso was hidden by a bright
red polo shirt.  He was the cutest little guy I'd seen in all my sixteen
years, and I felt a twitching in my cock as I watched him shifting from
foot to foot in boredom.

His head turned toward me and I smiled at him and winked.  He smiled back
and gave a little giggle as he tried to wink back but only succeeded in
twisting his cute face comically in his attempt.  I winked again and he
almost wriggled in excitement as he tried to do the same, but this time he
blinked both eyelids, and I laughed softly and winked again.  This little
game continued for a while then he lost interest and yawned in boredom at
the auction.  I saw his tiny, perfect, white teeth gleaming in the sunlight
as he yawned and I dreamed of pushing my tongue into his mouth and running
it all around that sweet little orifice, tasting his saliva as I roamed
about his teeth.

He reached down and squeezed his little penis as he tugged on his dad's
hand.  He whispered loudly, "Dad I need to go quick."

His dad looked down at him frustrated and said, "You'll have to wait a
while.  I can't take you now, we're bidding."

He whined and said, "But Daddy, I need to go now I'm busting.  I'll wet
myself if you don't take me now."

I coughed and said to the man, "Hi, I'm James.  I live next door would you
like me to take him for a piddle?"

He looked at me then smiled in relief and said, "Thanks James, I'll owe you
one mate.  Are you sure it's no trouble?"

I grinned and told him it was fine and the guy said, "Robbie, you go with
James.  He'll take you to his toilet next door, behave yourself."

I picked the little tyke up in my arms and hurried away into my house.  The
boy's small, firm little arse cheeks in one hand, I could feel his deep
crack as I carried him.  My other hand was on his smooth little back as I
hugged him tightly.  He was giggling and his sweet little boy breath was on
my face.  My cock was erecting rapidly as I entered my front door and took
him to the toilet.  I put him on the floor and asked him if he wanted me to
undress him.  He smiled coyly and nodded.  I fumbled with excited fingers
at his button then I unzipped his small fly, getting a good feel of his
hard, little cock.  His need to pee had caused him to crack a little boner,
and as I pulled down his shorts I, was treated to the cute sight of his
tiny Simpson's briefs with a mini boner sticking up hard as steel.

I looked at him, fascinated to see a little boy erection.  It was so cute
and I wanted to suck and lick him but was afraid to scare him.  I pulled
out the elastic waistband of his briefs and lowered them to his knees.
There in front of my face was his little pot belly with the outtie button
navel and the miniature 1cm manhood and tiny grape sized nuts tight in
their satin-soft bag.  The skin of his cock was so clear I could see the
tiny blue veins under the soft silky skin, and his little hard-on was
twitching as he breathed.  I was fighting to stop myself devouring his cock
and I looked up into his face.  He was watching me closely; he knew I was
ogling his cock.  His pink lips curved up in an Impish smile as his hand
grasped his dick and pulled it down toward the toilet bowl.  He said, "Are
you going to move or are you going to watch me go peepee?"

I blushed and sat back on my heels as he let fly a yellow stream of his
piss.  My eyes were still locked on his tiny knob as it peeked half out of
his foreskin.  I could see the tiny slit open as he pissed and could make
out clearly the shape of the little knob through the almost translucent
skin.  I was shaking with lust as I watched him urinate, I almost wanted to
swallow his cock and taste his piddle.  He finished peeing and then I
watched him squeeze his shaft, draining out the dregs, and then he shook it
to remove a drip or two.  He stood there holding his little prick as he
stared at me.  I was trying to read his eyes then he said, "Do you want to
dress me again James?"

I was mesmerized by the fantastic sight of his genitals and didn't register
what he said then he waggled his dick at me and repeated his question.  I
shook myself out of my reverie and bent closer to pull up his underpants.
My face touched his cock and he giggled, waving it about on my cheek.  I
turned toward him and my lips touched his knob, my tongue automatically
extending to taste his boy flesh.  He giggled and said, "Aw you licked my
peepee.  That's awful, you're dirty, hehehe.  Why did you do such a thing?"

I was uncertain what to do or say as I was so flustered, but I sort of
smiled at him and said, "It wasn't dirty, it was very nice.  You have a
lovely peepee Robbie."

He giggled again and said, "Well, if you liked it, I suppose it's ok.  Does
it taste yucky?"

I smiled at him and said, "If it's yours, it couldn't taste yucky because
you're so nice."

He blushed this time and smiled shyly.  "You think I'm nice?  I think you
are too.  I hope my daddy buys that house cause then we'll be neighbors."

I grinned and told him it would be terrific to have a nice boy like him
next door and we could see each other and play games together.  He grinned
excitedly and said, "Yeah, I get bored playing with my little sister, she's
no fun to play with."

I looked at his dick, and it was hard again and trembling.  I kissed it
again and began to pull up his briefs.  I tucked his tiny tossle away,
pulled up his shorts, and said, "We'd better get back or your Dad will
think I've kidnapped you."  As we left, he looked into the lounge room and
saw one of my fish tanks.

His little eyes lit up and he said, "You got fish, that's great.  Can I see
them?"  I carried him in and he watched the fish saying, "I hope one day to
have a tank like yours, it's beautiful."

I carried him outside again and we joined his Dad as the bidding finished,
his Dad had the last bid and he'd bought the house.  I was over the moon at
the thought of seeing this great boy grow and mature and maybe he would let
me have fun with him.  Robbie was bubbling and babbling about the fish tank
to his Dad and his father was nodding and mumbling maybe's and possibly's.
He asked me if I'd mind taking the two kids to my place while he went in to
finalize the paperwork.  I told him no worries and just come in and pick
them up when he was ready.

I took Robbie and his sister inside and she sat on the floor in front of
the tank watching the fish while I sat on the couch with Robbie on my lap,
my cock hard and pressing against his firm little bottom as he wriggled
about giggling.  He whispered, "Your peepee is hard like mine.  Does it get
like that all the time?"

I said, "No, only when it gets excited by a nice young boy, hehehe."

He looked around over his shoulder, peered right into my eyes as if trying
to see into my brain, and he said, "I think you're naughty.  My Mum told me
about naughty old men who like little boys, but you're not a man, you're
younger."  I asked, "Do you feel unhappy about me liking you?"

He grinned mischievously and said, "No James, I think I like you liking me,
cause I like you too."

He wriggled around until he was facing me, his knees on the couch and my
erection up in front of his crotch.  He looked down and I saw his eyes
widen in amazement.  He looked up and said, "Is that your peepee sticking
up there?  Oh it's so big."

I whispered in his ear, "Would you like to feel it Robbie?  You can if you
like."

He nodded and his small hand touched my tented shorts, and I shuddered at
the feeling as he squeezed my knob.  He whispered, "It's moving in my
fingers."

I said, "Yeah, it's all excited from you touching it, it loves your hand
playing with it."

He smiled secretively and began to feel me squeezing as he moved his hand
up and down my pulsing prick.  I could feel my knob getting wet and sticky
as I oozed pre-cum.  I felt my nuts drawing tight and my climax rushing on
me like an express train.  I gasped and bucked, spewing cum out into my
briefs.  Robbie looked at me, startled, as I huffed and puffed, my body
quaking as if I had ague.  Then my eyes rolled back in my head as spasm
after spasm rocked me to my core.  I recovered my senses to see him looking
at me with a scared expression.  I sighed softly and said, "It's ok Robbie,
you just made me very happy.  Don't worry, it was terrific."

He took his hand away from my tool and said, "Oh look, it's all wet.  Did
you pee yourself?"

I said, "No, it was much better than a pee.  You're too young yet to
understand, but keep this as our secret, don't tell anybody about our
games, eh?"

He nodded and I watched him bring his hand to his nose and sniff it.  He
wrinkled his cute button nose and said, "It smells funny, but if it's not
pee, what is it?"

I said, "It's what makes babies in Mummy's tummy.  It's called sperm; men
make it so they can be Daddies."

He looked at me quizzically and whispered, "You mean my Daddy did this to
get my Mum to have me?  How does it make a baby in her tummy?"

I said, "He puts his peepee in her and then he cums in there, and that
makes her pregnant, and she has you and your sister."

He looked confused and I said, "You're a bit young yet but when you're a
bit older, I'll explain it and show you pictures of how they do it."

He nodded and then changed the subject to ask about the fish.  We chatted
about them until I heard his Dad calling from outside.  Robbie and his
sister jumped up, said goodbye, and ran to the door as I walked behind
them.  They opened the door and bounced out to their Dad who waved and said
thanks and that they would see me soon as they walked out to the car,
climbed in, and drove away.


Life returned to normal, me wanking off night and morning and as often as I
could during the day, my thoughts filled with the actions and images of
that cute youngster.  The months passed with no sign of them moving in.  I
began to fret about him, maybe the sale had fallen through or something.
My Dad told me it was usually a 90-day settlement time and then the
property was the buyer's, so I waited and waited, chomping at the bit,
yearning to see that cute little guy once again.

I came home from school one afternoon to see a car in the drive next door.
I looked and recognized it as Robbie's father's car.  My heart leapt and I
rushed inside to change out of my school uniform.  It was nearly the end of
summer and I pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and then went into
our spare room that overlooked the driveway next door, hoping I might see
Robbie, but no luck.  I slumped and went to my room to do my homework.  I'd
been working for an hour and nearly finished when I heard kids' voices.  I
bounded into the spare room to look out, and there he was in a pair of tiny
Speedos as he and his sister played in the hose.  I was entranced as I
watched his lithe, smooth, bronzed, little body twisting and turning as
they played.  The cool water made his little package shrink even smaller
but I could still make it out as it jiggled about in the flimsy nylon togs.

I pulled the lace curtain across and opened the window.  The noise caused
them both to look up and they smiled up at me, Robbie waving excitedly and
calling out, "Hi James, come out and have some fun with us."

I nodded and beamed at them then raced out the front door to run around
into their front yard.  As I came around the corner, Robbie turned the hose
on me, saturating me from head to toe.  My clothes clung to me and I looked
like a drowned rat as I laughed happily.  We all fell in a heap on the wet
lawn, giggling and wrestling about.  Finally exhausted, we lay there under
the hose panting, as we got our breath back.  Robbie said, "Gee it's good
to see you James, I missed you."

I nodded, stroked his wet hair from his face, and said, "Me too Robbie, it
seemed like years since I saw you."

He smiled happily and said, "As long as you didn't forget about me James."

I grinned, gave him a hug, and said, "Never Robbie; I've been thinking
about you every day since we met.  I'll never forget you little dude."

Robbie's Mum appeared on the veranda and smiled at us saying, "So you must
be James.  That young imp has done nothing but talk about you since the
auction.  He has nearly driven us insane asking every day when we were
moving here.  You and your fish tank made a huge impression on him and his
sister too.  Would you all like a soft drink?"

We all nodded and turned off the hose, climbing the stairs onto the veranda
and sitting on the aluminum garden seat there.  Robbie's Mum brought out a
tray with biscuits and cans of Coke, placed it on the table, and ruffled
Robbie's wet hair saying, "Well young man, are you happy now that James is
here?"

He beamed at her and nodded vehemently, "Yes Mum.  I'm so excited and happy
I could pop."

She laughed and went back inside as we sat there dripping onto the cement,
eating and drinking happily.  Robbie asked, "Can we come in and see your
fish again?"

I nodded but said, "We have to dry off a bit first, otherwise we'll drip on
the carpets and my Mum will kill me."

Robbie asked, "We didn't see you're Mum or Dad last time we were in your
house, where were they?"

I said, "They were away at my Sister's farm that weekend.  I'm often home
alone some weekends."

Robbie said, "That's great we can play in your house then."  He then
whispered, "I'll leave her at home," nodding toward his sister.

I laughed and nodded, "Anytime you like Robbie, you're always welcome at my
place little buddy."

He almost swelled up with importance as he beamed up at me, then he looked
at my wet shorts and said, "It isn't standing up today?  Why, is it
asleep?"

I laughed and said, "Ha, ha, ha, must be the cold water and my wet shorts,
ha, ha, ha." I looked at his Speedos and said, "Yours isn't doing much
either Robbie."

He giggled and said, "Hehehe, well, I don't need a pee right now."

"Oh!" I said, "Does it only do that when you need a pee?  I thought it got
that way when you were on my knee too."

He blushed and nodded, "Yes, well... umm."

I ruffled his hair again and said, "It's ok Robbie; no need to be
embarrassed by that, it's natural."

His little sister looked up at us, puzzled at what we were saying and
Robbie just clammed up.  He then changed the subject about their new house
and how it compared to their old flat they rented.  We chatted on, and our
clothes dried and I said, "Want to come in now and see the fish?"

He jumped up and ran inside to ask his Mum, then came racing back out,
slamming the security door open with a crash and yelling excitedly, "Come
on, let's go look at the fish."

He took off down the steps and was halfway to the drive before his sister
and I even got up.  We hurried after him, catching up to him as he bounced
about on our veranda.  I unlocked the door and we went inside.  His sister
took up her position on the floor in front of the tank and he climbed onto
my lap as I sat on the couch, grinding his posterior onto my crotch.  His
flimsy togs almost felt as though he was naked as his crack enveloped my
semi-hard cock.  He giggled and wriggled, obviously enjoying the sensation
or was he just teasing me?

My hand fell on his lap over his crotch and I could feel the heat of his
genitals through the silky nylon as my fingers rubbed on his tiny dick.  He
leant his head back, resting on my shoulder, and my other hand slid gently
up his torso, feeling his warm smooth flesh.  He shivered a little as I
caressed his tiny nipples.  I moved back down to his button navel and
rubbed it teasingly.  He gasped and gurgled happily as he wriggled about.
The more he wriggled, the harder my cock became, until it was rigid and
pressed hard into his bottom.  My knob was now protruding out under his
crotch obscenely, and he put his hand down on the taut material of my
shorts, squeezing my sensitive cockhead.  I gasped and began to scale the
heights as he played with me.  I leant my head back and arched onto the
back of the couch as his hand dragged me to my shattering climax, my balls
achingly, urgently, rising to my groin, my cock swelling in his hand as he
toyed with it.  Suddenly, the volcano erupted, spewing my teen lava in
thick, boiling, hot bursts out of my pulsating pole as Robert brought me
panting to my finale.

His sister, hearing me gasp and groan, looked up startled at us.  Her eyes
locked onto the sight of her brother's hand wrapped around my saturated
knob-stretched shorts.  She frowned, puzzled, not knowing or understanding
what had occurred and soon lost interest and returned to her mesmerized
fish watching.  Robbie meanwhile was still squeezing my supersensitive,
throbbing knob, dragging my hot sperm out of my balls to saturate my
clothing.  He turned his impish face to mine and smiled saying, "I got you
good that time James."


Our fun and games continued not progressing further than him getting me off
until he was eight nearly nine.  He would let me jack his little cock but
would always stop me before he had his orgasm.  I desperately wanted to let
him know the utter joy of a climax, even a dry one, after he had helped me
cum innumerable times over the years.  Just before his ninth birthday, he
found a stash of my porno pictures.  He saw guys sucking other guys and a
few of guys sucking young boys.  He was fascinated by what he thought was
dirty stuff.  In one picture, a guy was fingering a boy and sucking his
little hard-on.  Robbie was intrigued with these dirty doings and kept
questioning me about what was happening and why they were doing it.

I explained how exciting it was to experience this sort of fun, how your
body quivered with pleasure.  I said, "You know how excited I get when you
play with my cock, how I shake and jump?  Well, this play is even more
exciting.  I'd love to show you how much fun it is my little lover."

Robbie looked at me and said, "You'd like to suck my dickie and poke your
finger up my poo hole?"

I nodded unable to speak I was so excited.  He frowned and I could see his
little brain churning over the idea.  I hugged him to me and whispered in
his small pink ear, "I'd really love to make you climax Robbie.  You never
have but you have helped me cum so many times, I really owe you the
pleasure."

He snuggled up against me then he leaned back, looked into my eyes, and
said in a small voice, "You won't hurt me James will you?"

I shook my head and said earnestly, "No my sweet one, I would never hurt
you.  If you feel like stopping me, just say stop and I'll stop what I'm
doing."

He thought about it again, his unblemished young brow wrinkled in thought
then he sat up and said, "Ok James, if you're sure it won't hurt me, I'll
do it."

I was overjoyed and he followed me to my bedroom where he lay on my bed
looking up at me expectantly.  I moved in and knelt on the floor where I
reached out and gently pulled off his shorts.  They slid off his little
smooth legs.  I slipped them down over his bare feet as he wriggled his
toes, giggling up at me.  I kissed his tiny feet, licking the soles as he
wriggled in a paroxysm of giggling.  I sucked each toe and slid my tongue
between each one, causing more gales of giggles.  He was twisting and
contorting about the bed like a python trapped by its tail.  I finished
licking his feet and slowly began licking and kissing my way up his smooth
legs as he gyrated and giggled but purred as well.  I finally reached the
soft inner thighs and licked gently.  Robbie opened his legs and my eyes
were riveted on the tiny bulge of his genitals in his red cotton briefs.

Robbie was stretched out, his chest heaving as he gasped for air, my tongue
driving him further up the slope toward his first orgasm; my nose was
almost pressed into his fragrant crotch.  I could smell his sweet young boy
aroma, and my mouth was watering.  I was salivating heavily as my brain
absorbed the odors emanating from his warm genitals cupped in the cotton
pouch of those tiny under daks.  I reached up and pulled his underpants
down, exposing his rigid roger pressed hard against his flat little tummy.

Robbie was trembling like a leaf in a storm as he watched my mouth approach
his genitals.  He was holding his breath and seemed paralyzed, transfixed
by my actions.  My tongue tip touched his soft little ballsac and he
squeaked like a mouse, his whole body bounced on the bed.  I opened my
mouth and sucked his pouch containing his exquisite jewels into my mouth,
inhaling his aroma as I tasted his sweet flesh.  My tongue toyed with his
nuts as he gasped and writhed, opening his legs as wide as he could.  I had
free access to his whole crotch and as I sucked on his nuggets, my tongue
drooling down the little seam to lap at his pure, pink, back entrance.

Robbie bucked on the bed as my appendage cruised his anal muscle.  He was
mewing like a cat as he arched up, almost bridging in his excitement, my
eyes treated to the sight of his flat stomach ridging with his immature
abdominal muscles.  His hard spike of a dick was rigid on his prominent,
naked pubic mound, pulsing with excitement as I stimulated his arse and
immature balls.  His squeaks and whimpers blurred together till he was
gurgling and writhing dementedly.  My saliva had saturated his small
entrance while my tongue penetrated his burning hot internal depths.  He
was now almost delirious with pleasure and lust as I was too, I desperately
desired to bring him to a shattering climax, and the way he was behaving,
he was all too ready to explode.

I pulled my tongue from his tightly clamping hole and wet my finger with
saliva then slowly began to introduce it into his tight muscle.  Robbie
gasped and tensed his ring to stop my invasion so I began to lick and suck
on his rock hard, little pink spike.  His body arched up, driving his dick
into my mouth as my finger slipped into his entrance.  He squealed out
loudly as my finger pushed up into his velvet hot rectum, his sphincter
tightened on my finger like a vice, and I stalled in position not pushing
any further.  I waited till his arse became used to my intruding digit and
kept sucking his hard, little throbbing dick.  He relaxed his ring muscle
and I probed deeper into the hot chute till I discovered his tiny gland.  I
rubbed it and he jerked spasmodically, gasping loudly, and his little dick
jumped in my mouth.

I had him trembling on the edge of a massive orgasm but I kept resting him
so he wouldn't trip, again and again bringing him up to the edge of the
precipice.  He was like a clockwork doll with a cranky mainspring; his body
was a quivering mass of flesh as his arse, and cock ruled his brain.  I
finally couldn't hold back and triggered his eruption.  His body rose up
until he was on his heels and shoulders, his taut body arched, and his cock
vibrating in my mouth as he gasped and bucked, then he went limp and
collapsed back onto the bed limp like a rag doll.  His was covered in a
light sheen of perspiration and I could see his heart thundering inside his
chest as he panted heavily, his eyes white, the pupils rolled up inside his
head.

I had done it; I felt completely fulfilled to have been able to treat my
little mate to his first earth-shattering orgasm.  I watched his panting
body lying limp on my bed, shudders passing through his muscles, his little
stiff dick twitching every few seconds.  He slowly came back to me and his
pupils reappeared.  His gaze was glazed but slowly cleared, and I saw him
shake his head then he looked at me and said, "Oh geez James, what you did
to me was um... unreal.  I lost it, I don't know what happened, but it was
unreal."

I asked him did he like it and he nodded his head saying, "It was the best,
can we do it again?"

I said, "Of course little lover, as often as you would like."

He grinned at me and said, "How about now?"

I laughed and bent to him, kissing his tummy and making him squirm, and
then said, "If you think you can take it again, I'm ready to go."


This was the norm for the next twelve months, using my finger then two and
then finally three; I pinched Mum's cucumbers, zucchini, and even a banana
until he asked me to push my dick up him one day.  I worked on him for
about half an hour, licking his hole and driving my hungry tongue into his
burning interior.  I used my fingers gently, gradually stretching his ring
open until at last I was staring into his crimson shining silky tunnel.  He
was completely aroused and begged me to do it; I lubed my penis then
gradually eased my cock into his tight entrance until I was buried deep in
his body, my pubes crushed against his little nutsac.  He was arched up,
his legs around my waist as I began to pummel his depths; he was moaning
and drooling from the lips as I pounded him.  He had orgasm after orgasm
till he ended up like a limp dishrag as I pounded his arse.  His limp,
exhausted body being tossed about like a ship in a storm as I fucked him
savagely, I rooted his internals repeatedly until I felt my balls heat up.
They drew up tightly, achingly, full of my surging sperm, then with a
groaning grunt, I exploded into his bowels, flooding his internal space.
My juice squirted out around my plunging penis as it filled his chute to
overflowing.  My body arched as I pulled his limp little body tight to my
groin, grinding my bursting crotch to his milky white, soft little bum.

I collapsed onto his small body, sweating heavily, covering his smooth
silky body.  Robbie stirred beneath me and he moaned softly, and I rolled
to the side, holding him by the hips, dragging him onto my torso.  I didn't
want my penis to leave his hot rectum as it pulsed deep inside him.  Robbie
groaned again and I kissed his damp, matted hair, inhaling the fresh scent
of apples from his shampoo.  He stirred on my chest and I felt his hand
move to my nipple as he felt it, rolling it in his tiny fingers.  I sighed,
kissed his head again, and said, "Oh Robbie, that was awesome.  I hope you
enjoyed it as much as I did."

He lay there trembling, his little internal muscles rippling on my still
engorged penis, his fingers toying with my nipple, and he replied in a
small, awed voice, "Yes James, it was great.  I feel like I'm part of you
now."


Robbie was now completely happy.  He loved my cock and demanded it often,
and if I couldn't fuck him, he would pout and sulk until I gave him a head
job and finger fuck.  This would only satisfy him temporarily until he
wanted my cock the next time.

The End