Date: Tue, 27 Jun 2000 16:08:14 -0400 (EDT)
From: David Lemmaire <lemmaire@email.com>
Subject: "Little Boy Blew" (b/b, oral, anal)

LITTLE BOY BLEW (b/b, oral, anal)
by Lemmaire

Hello again!  We're a series!  Kewl!  I never thought we'd have a series
named after us. I feel like I'm famous!  I hope everybody jacks off to us
and stuff.  It makes me feel kind of tingly and strange.  In fact, I sorta
jack off sometimes picturing you jacking off thinking about me.  It's
majorly hot.

I'm Tyler, and my best friend is Jimmy.  We're 11.  There.  Age-check's
out of the way.

Thanks for your kewl letters about "Little Cowboys" and "Little Green
Men..." the other stories I posted.  They were all 100% true, and really
happened.  It was also true that I did sex stuff with Jimmy's little
brother Scott, who's nine.  We pretended we were aliens and anal-probed
him and stuff.  He liked it, even though he pretended it was boring.

I know he liked it, because he came to visit me in my tree fort last
weekend.  My tree-fort's off limits, except for Jimmy -- so he knew he was
taking a dare, just showing up. Intruding on another guy's tree space is a
killing offense, if you don't get the right permission slips filled out
first.

"What!" I yelled down, when I saw him standing there in his Pokeman
t-shirt and his cute blue shorts.

"I wanna come up!" he yelled.  "Give me clearance!"

"Whatever," I shrugged.  "I'm open."

Jimmy was gone for the day -- at his Scout thing -- and since he wasn't
there to do it with me, I was just about to jack off.  But with Scott
standing there, looking cute, I figured, what the hell, who knows -- I
might get a little more than I planned on.

"Clearance approved," I yelled down.  "Grab some ladder, Sparky."

I watched from the window as Scott climbed the ladder, rung over rung,
making his way slowly to the entrance of the tree house.  His smooth
little hands and white knuckles grasped the boards slowly and surely.
Even though he'd never been up here before, he climbed with confidence,
occasionally making a little grunting sound as he stretched and pulled
himself to the next board.  It was very exciting to me, hearing those
grunts.

I watched the muscles in his tan, skinny arms flex and fall, flex and
fall, until finally he was pulling himself onto the ledge, with a look of
pride in his eyes.

"That wasn't so hard," he shrugged, pulling himself up into the fort,
poking his cute little head through the doorway opening.  His forehead was
shiny with little droplets of sweat.  It was all I could do not to grab
him in my arms and start licking it off.  I wanted to taste his sweet,
innocent saltiness.  I wanted to lick him all over.

But I figured I should play it cool and not scare him off with too much
sex stuff right off the bat.  A person likes to relax a little and build
up the mood.  Sometimes the waiting's almost as exciting as the doing, you
know?

"Come on in," I motioned, gesturing him further inside my private kingdom.
"I got some cigarettes up here, dude.  You ever smoke before?"

He looked at the half-crumpled pack of Salem Lights sitting on the ledge
by the window.  I stole them from my mom's purse.  She smokes like a
chimney.  She never notices when I grab some because I'm sneaky and I pace
myself.

"Cool," he grinned.  "I smoke all the time."

"Yeah, right," I told him, rolling my eyes, lighting one up.  I blew the
smoke on him, and he coughed.

"Seriously," he argued, waving his hand in front of his face to fan my
smoke away.  "Me and Steve Willy steal 'em from his dad."

I was staring at his neck, looking at the tiny ring of dirt and sweat that
circled around it. Again, I had this desire and longing to grab him to me
quickly, and lick it off, tasting all that sweet salt.  He was so cute.
He made me think all kinds of crazy things.  Jimmy might be pissed at me
if he knew it, but I had the major hots for his little brother.

"Steve Willy, huh?"  I said with a wink.  "I bet Willy's a good name for
him, isn't it?"

Scott blushed a little.

"You ever seen that willy of his?" I grinned.

"Too little," he answered matter-of-factly.  "I tried to get it to work a
few times, but it just sorta sat there."

"Well," I grinned, running my hand over my shorts and rubbing my hardening
dick a little for dramatic effect.  "I think we can find something in a
bigger size for you, if you're interested."

He didn't seem to get the joke.  Instead, he reached for the pack of
smokes and a book of matches and lit one up.

I was impressed to see him inhale the first hit and not cough.

"So, what do you and Jimmy do up here all the time?" he asked, holding his
cigarette between his thumb and his forefinger...pinched together.  "Fuck
each others' butts and stuff?"

"Yeah," I answered.  "The usual.  Talk about girls.  Smoke cigarettes.
Look at dirty pictures until we wanna cum."

"Kewl!" he grinned.  "You got any?  Dirty pictures, I mean."

"Sure," I said, pulling up the sleeping bag and reaching for the Penthouse
stash underneath.  Well, "stash" is probably the wrong word.  Unless two
counts as a stash.  What can I say.  Me and Jimmy work on limited
availability.

Still, he was impressed with the two.

We flipped pages separately.  Every once in a while, Scott would make a
little whistling noise, appreciating a particularly nice set of boobs or a
coochy spread open with a finger in it.

Mostly, he just looked at the pictures.  I think the text was a little out
of his league.  Nine-year-olds don't read a whole lot, unless it's
captions and good, dirty words.

I flipped to the "Forum" column and read one I really liked, out loud to
him.

"My swollen member was peeking through the waistband of my briefs," I
read, "as she guided me to the pool table."

He looked interested, so I skipped ahead to the good part.

"Give it to me Mike!  Ram that pink steel home, you hot stallion!"

He giggled on "stallion."

"I shoved my dork in to the hilt," I continued. "Like a madman, I plowed
into her gaping hole.  My cock was like a jackhammer out of control as I
pounded her gorgeous fuck ditch."

We both laughed a little at "fuck ditch."  Ick.  I don't really get why
you guys chase after those nasty things.  They're so untidy.

We put the magazines aside and finished our cigarettes and looked at each
other.  He was so cute.  His blue eyes were sparkling at all the forbidden
things we were doing.  He didn't want to show it, but I could tell he was
in heaven.

"You can do it to me if you want," he announced simply, smiling.

"Excellent!" I said.  By this time, my dick was straining through my
shorts, begging for some attention.  Magazines and right hands are cool,
but they'll only get you so far, you know?

He pulled his shorts down and I gave a little gasp at what was underneath.
I expected underwear, you know?  The colored, cute, Underoos variety.  I
don't know.  Spiderman. Batman.  Something in red, with a yellow
waistband.

Instead, I got a birdseye view of Scott's tasty little package.  He wasn't
wearing anything, the little horndog.  As soon as his shorts came off, I
saw it all...his cute little pecker, standing full-mast, all hairless and
pink.  And his perfect little buns...skinny and smooth and all white
underneath the tan line of his gorgeous dark spine.

He went right over to the sleeping bag and laid down on his stomach,
reaching around behind himself and spreading his butt-cheeks apart.

"Do it," he urged me.  "It's all yours, Tyler-Dude."

I felt my cock jump looking at his sweet, pink rosebud.  Perfectly clean.
Hairless and angelic.  I wanted to coat my cock with spit and jump on top
of him and give him one he'd never forget.

But I wanted it to last, too.

"Let's suck each other first," I told him.  "You know.  Stretch things out
a little."

"Nah," he said.  "I like butt stuff better than mouth stuff.  Can't we
just do it?"

His little finger poked around at his own asshole, letting me know he was
eager for penetration.  Jimmy had him well-trained for fast loving.

Still, I wanted to wait a little.

"Tell you what," I said.  "You do some sucking stuff with me, and after
we're done, I'll do any butt stuff you want, okay?"

"Okay," he answered.  "Whatever.  It's your tree fort."

He turned around and laid on his back and let me look at his beautiful
little wiener.

I laid down next to him on the sleeping bag -- sixty-nine position -- and
took him into my mouth.

His skin was so smooth -- so soft -- it almost made me cum right there,
just looking at it.

As I put his cute little dick in my mouth and rolled the head around on my
tongue, I heard him sigh contentedly.  His mouth wrapped around mine, and
for the next five minutes, we laid there, head to toe, sucking and
slurping on each other.  I felt myself pumping into his throat, enjoying
every blissful second, and I had to stop myself before I came.  I didn't
want to waste it in his mouth, especially since he was eager to have me
put it in his butt, like I did before, when we did the alien anal probes.

"Okay," I panted.  "I'm ready to do it up your butt now."

"Cool," he grinned, flipping over, and spreading his butt cheeks like he
did before.  "Go slow.  It sorta hurts at first."

I positioned myself at the entrance to his sweet, pink pucker.  Reaching
up with my hand, I coated my fingers with a thick sheen of shiny spit and
rubbed it all over my dick.

Before I stuck it in him, I got some more spit and started playing with
his butthole.  I put one finger in it...then two...and I sort of twisted
them around and got him opened up really good.  He moaned and pushed back
against my fingers.  I could see sweat on the back of his neck, and I knew
he was liking it, a lot.

"Come on, Tyler," he urged.  "Put your thing in me now...okay?"

"Okay," I smiled, putting the tip against his cute little boyhole.

I was just about to put it in him, because I knew he was ready for it --
but suddenly, I got this strange desire to lick his hole.  It looked so
clean -- so sweet.  I'd never done anything like that before, but the urge
was overwhelming.

I scooted myself down on the sleeping bag, and before he could object, I
had my face buried between his sweet, smooth globes.

My tongue flicked out, hesitantly at first...but then, as I felt him
shiver, I stuck it out as hard as I could, lapping and pushing with all
the force I had, until I felt it slip into him, shoving its way past his
tight little ring of muscles, tasting and prodding its way into his
deepest, sweetest, boy places.  He tasted good.  Like dirt, sort of.  Like
earth.  Nothing gross or sick.  Just a strong, salty, good taste.

He was moaning now...and twisting his ass around, pushing it up to meet my
tongue.

I couldn't wait any longer.

I was glad when I heard him say, "Please...you have to do it to me
now...you know...with your dick."

I raised myself up and lined up my dick with his opening.

I shoved it in with one quick plunge, and I heard him gasp and shudder as
the pain of my entrance gave way to the full, thick pleasure he was
anticipating.

If you've never stuck your dick in another guy's butt, I don't know how to
describe it to you.  It's like suddenly going from room temperature to 100
degrees.  The heat alone makes you want to scream your lungs out.  It's so
tight and so hot, you forget who you are...and all you want to do is fuck
for all you're worth.

So, I slid it in and out of him slowly at first, wanting to make it last
longer.  But the tight pull of his sweet, young butthole was driving me
crazy!  Before I knew it, I was pumping faster and faster, making him
grunt, making him crazy.  It was hot, and tight, and sweaty and so
excellent...and finally, with a deep, forceful shove, I rammed it into him
as far as I could...I pushed and I pushed...and my whole body shook...and
I heard him cry out in hot, quivering pleasure as I shot my juice into his
hot, begging boyhole.

"Fuck," I moaned.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

I collapsed on top of him...my full weight on his sweet, tiny body.  He
laid there underneath me, panting...feeling my fullness inside of him.  He
gyrated his hips, milking the last drops out of my burning, hot cock.

We laid there for an eternity...my dick still twitching and softening
inside his ass, until finally, I pulled out, flipped him over, and lowered
my head to his straining little cock.  It was only fair to return the
favor, right?

I licked his balls and tasted his hairless, sweaty sack.  I rolled his
nuts in my mouth and gobbled the whole thing -- dick, balls -- everything.
I licked all over the tip, then I licked the part where his pubes would
have been, if he would have been old enough.  He tensed and shuddered, as
my tongue did its urgent work.

Then lowering myself over him and taking him deep in my throat, I sucked
him as hard as I could.

I don't think I sucked him for more than 30 seconds before his whole body
shook and he grabbed my head and pulled it forcefully down on his little
erection, quaking and moaning as he trembled and pushed deep into my
throat.  He was too young to cum, but I knew he was tingling all over, and
I knew I was making him feel really, really good.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" he moaned loudly, as he quaked and plunged himself into my
mouth.

While he was cumming, I put my finger up his ass and poked it around
really, really deep.  I knew he liked it, because he pushed back, trying
to get more.

Exhausted, we laid back and closed our eyes and listened to each other
breathing for a while.

"You can come up here anytime," I smiled.  "From now on, this tree fort's
officially open for business."

He grinned and laid his hand across my limp wiener.

"I'll be back," he said, giving my dick a squeeze.  "You're awesome,
Tyler.  Besides, I like giving Jimmy a little competition."

We fell asleep, enjoying the peace of a private, summer afternoon.

And he came back, all right.

Boy, did he come back.
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TO BE CONTINUED

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