Date: Thu, 26 Nov 2009 21:57:33 -0800
From: L A <handittome@live.com>
Subject: VendorBoy-part II

Disclaimer:

This story is a work of fiction and contains homosexual acts between
minors.  Please do not read this if it is illegal for you to do so.  Names,
characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's
imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events,
locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.


I am sorry if this story starts off a little slow but I tried my best to
the show innocence of two young boys as they discover their sexuality.  My
goal was to make it as realistic as possible and relationships take time to
build.  Thank you for sticking with my story.  You won't be disappointed.

Vendor Boy (Part II)

	I must say that the blonde boy is a very good player.  Of the nine
goals Aqualife already scored, seven belong to him.  Each time he threw the
ball into the net, my stomach fluttered and I felt proud as if he were my
best friend.  Sadly though, because it is already the fourth quarter, coach
took him out so that the other team might stand a chance.  As the boy sat
on the bench, I found myself unable to take my eyes off of him.  It was
like a string was tied from my head to his, forcing me to look his way,
only, the string on his end constantly moved up and down his body, stopping
briefly at his tight confetti blue Speedo each time.

	"Two cookies comin' right up."

	Since last week when I saw him for the first time, he has been
walking around my mind, peacefully infiltrating each and every thought.
Even my dreams consist of nothing but interactions with the boy, most of
them involving us getting naked.  Though I don't know why, I like to see
his smooth body every night.  I like to reach down and feel his wiener and
pull on it after it gets big to watch his crystal blue eyes roll deep into
the back of his head.  But most of all, I love to feel him collapse in my
arms so I can gently caress his naked body until he falls asleep.

	"What? Oh sure, that'll be two dollars please."

	Even so, something about these feelings feels very wrong.  I know
that I'm not allowed to touch another boy's privates, but in my mind it
feels like that's what I'm supposed to do.  Besides, I'm kind of curious as
to what it would feel like.  On the other hand, just seeing the boy makes
me so happy that I never want to let him out of my sight.  There is no way
something that makes me this happy can be bad.  Right?  Maybe if I got him
to be my friend, I'd be able to see him all the time and I'd always be
happy.  That would be really cool.

	"Thank you.  Come again."

	All of a sudden, my eyes began moving to the right and focusing in
as the boy started to walk around the pool toward my stand.  Almost
instantly my mind began racing my heart around in circles.  A big nervous
smile overtook my face and my wiener began to stretch after a long nap,
pushing against my tight and restricting briefs.

	As he walked closer I could see his already drying body decorated
with sparkling water droplets.  A boyish defining bulge protruded from the
front of the soaking Speedo that wrapped around his waist to grab his butt
cheeks.  His damp, though spiked in all directions from drying with a
towel, looked soft to the touch.  With a wet dollar in his and a sweet
smile was on his face, the boy who occupied my dreams stepped up before me.

	"Hi!  I'll have one Twix bar please."  His soothing voice instantly
began to relax my rapidly beating heart as I nodded and turned to grab his
candy.  I knew that I had to say something now, or else we might never
become friends.

	"I've been watching you play and I have to say...you're really
good!"  It was a little fast and a bit slurred, but it was the best I could
manage.

	"Oh thanks.  Do you play?"  Wow!  He's actually talking to me!

	"Well, I like swimming, but I've never played water polo.  I wanted
to join the team but missed the tryouts and thought that if I worked the
snack shack I could learn a few pointers from watching you guys play."  I
exchanged the Twix for his damp dollar and continued to stare into his
eyes.

	"That's kind of a bummer...but you aren't going to learn much that
way.  You have to get into the water and feel the ball in your hand."

	"I guess your right..." I lowered my head and felt kind of stupid.
It was somewhat discouraging to hear that I was wasting my time working
here, even if it meant I got to see him.

	"I'll tell you what.  If you give me another Twix, I'll give you a
lesson on water polo after the game."  My eyes widened and a spark went off
in my head.  If there was any way to become his friend, this was it!

	"Really?!  That would be awesome!"  I quickly grabbed another Twix
off of the shelf behind me and placed it in his hand.  I knew I wasn't
supposed to give the candy out for free, but I figured I could make an
exception.

	"Sure thing Vendor Boy. Meet me in the pool after the game."  The
boy stood tall and held the duel Twix bars up to his forehead to salute to
me then turned around and headed back to the bench.

	The last five minutes of the game seemed to last forever as I
watched the boy nibble on his candy.  Eventually it ended, only for me to
be bombarded by an army of wet twelve year old boys.  For reasons I could
not explain, I did not get any of those weird feelings when I saw them.  I
wonder why I only feel that way around the blonde boy.  What was weirder
was that I didn't even enjoy the happy smile I got from each sale as all I
could think of was him.

	Finally, after some fifty dollars worth of candy, I quickly closed
up the stand and rushed into the boy's locker room with my backpack.  I
found a secluded corner and stripped off my jeans and briefs in one swift
movement, quickly followed by my light green T-shirt.  My mom really liked
that shirt because it matched my eyes, or so she said.  Finally free from
the tormenting briefs, I slid on my favorite pair of swim trunks.  They
were black and had red, white, yellow, and blue lines up the side and
around the edges.  It sounds kind of weird.  You'd have to see it.  I then
grabbed my towel, shoved my stuff into my locker and proceeded out toward
the pool with a huge smile.

	As I stepped out of the locker room and onto the pool deck, I saw
the blonde boy at the other end of the pool and the butterflies in my
stomach began to furiously beat their wings.  Thoughts of insecurity ran
through my brain.  What if he didn't like me?  What if he laughed at me
because my muscles aren't as big as his?  But at the same time, feelings of
joy filled my heart knowing that I would soon be very close to him, only
separated by a bit of water and a few pieces of cloth.  Then, as if on cue,
my wiener began acting up again, and with no underwear to tie it down I was
in trouble.  In order to conceal my feelings, I did the only thing I could
think of.  I threw my towel onto a nearby chair and dove into the pool.
The cool water was instantly refreshing as I swiftly glided through it.  It
was even able to put my wiener back to sleep, at least for the time being.
Able to easily hold my breath the whole way, I rose out of the water and
shook my head to send droplets flying in all directions.

	"Hi there Vendor Boy.  That was an impressive dive."  A welcome
shiver went down my spine as I opened my eyes to find the blonde boy a mere
two feet in front of me.  I wanted so badly to reach out and hold him in my
arms so I could let my fingers caress his smooth, wet body.

	"Uh, thanks."  He threw a water polo ball between his hands.

	"Are you ready?"  Not knowing what to expect, I replied with a
simple nod.  "Ok.  First lesson: Your feet cannot touch the ground.  You
must constantly hover by kicking your feet and using your arms.  Give it a
try."

	I never knew that rule.  That's kind of annoying.  I began to
rapidly kick my feet and let my hands splash back and forth while the boy
then dove down into the water to presumably see my form.  After only about
ten seconds I began to get a little tired.  Feeling that I was doing
something wrong, I stopped as he arose from the water.

	"That's not quite right.  You have to be more graceful and try to
conserve your energy since you'll have to do this for the whole game.
Watch how I do it."  The boy then proceeded to step off the shallow ground
and float in the water.  Doing as told, I submerged myself to look at his
legs, or so he thought.  Knowing that he could not see where I was looking
I decided to take advantage of the few seconds I had.  As if by magnetism,
my eyes looked straight at the natural bulge in his Speedo that I would
love to diagnose as squishy if only I had the pleasure.  Its soft roundness
bobbed up and down as if taunting me to reach for it.  Careful not to fall
for its trickery I glanced up to eye the small round circle on his stomach.
His belly button was a miniature cave fit for a miniature bear, or a twelve
year old finger.  It was surrounded by a ripple of muscles that I
hopelessly craved to tickle.  It was now time to come up so I looked at his
smooth and hairless legs to take note of his form and then stole one last
glance at the swell between them before darting back up.

	It only took me a couple more tries to at least get proficient at
it though it was difficult to concentrate because of the pleasures coming
from my now hard wiener.  I was afraid he might have noticed it when he
looked at my form the next time, but he didn't say anything so I think I'm
alright.

	"I think you've gotten the hang of it now, but keep practicing."  I
nodded again.  "Now for Lesson 2: Throwing the ball.  You don't have to
float for this one, not yet.  Let's see what you've got."  The boy handed
me the ball and pointed out to the other end of the pool.  It was a lot
heavier than I thought, and a lot bigger too.  Maybe I wasn't ready for
this.  Even so, I tried my best to grip the ball and used all my strength
to throw it across the pool.  Instead, it landed about twenty to my right.
The boy tried to hide his giggles, which instead of making me upset, sort
of cheered me up.  There was something about his laugh that made me feel
more special and wanted.

	"Well, try again, and this time use your shoulder, not your wrist
to throw it.  Like this..."  He grabbed another ball off the side of the
pool deck and through it all the way into the goal on the other side with
expertise.  Now feeling like an absolute loser, I tried again only to match
my previous attempt followed by another giggle.  It was sweet and reminded
me that he was just a child, like me.

	The boy handed me another ball.  "Here, try again..."  Ashamed to
look at him I quickly turned around.  "...only this time, throw it a bit
more like this."  Before I could look back at his example, I felt his whole
body push up against my backside.  My wiener which had deflated due to the
disappointment in my failure came back to life while my whole body began to
react to his touch.  His left arm reached around my chest to grab hold of
my shoulder while his right arm ran up my own to grab my wrist.  His firm
chest was planted into my back and his smooth legs fit into mine from
behind while his crotch was placed perfectly over my butt so that I could
faintly make out the shape of his wiener and balls through our suits.

	I was going crazy and I had no choice but to let the boy take
control of my body.  Each spot where our skin touched burned in a fire of
eternal pleasure.  The feeling of his privates placed my mind in a peaceful
bliss I never wanted to leave and his warm breath on the back of my neck
gave me an intimate feeling of something still unexplainable.  This boy did
wonders to my body and I never wanted him to stop.

	Suddenly he gripped tightly and pressed firmly against my body as
he ran my arm through the motions to throw the ball.  It sill only went
twenty feet, but at least it was straight this time.  Though I normally
would have been happy, my mind was still drowning in ecstasy as he pulled
away to grab another ball.  I heard a faint "Let's try again" through my
ringing ears and then was grabbed from behind again as I fell back under
his spell.  His newly familiar touch covered my body in all the same warm
feeling except...!  My eyes widened.  The squishy wiener that previously
pressed up against my butt was now a long and hard pole that comfortably
fit the length of my crack.  I felt the boy lightly gasp as an irregular
wave of warm air tickled the hairs on my neck sending another shiver down
my spine.  This triggered an involuntary clench of my butt cheeks around
his wiener which made the boy grip me tighter as I melted further into his
arms.  Is this boy having the same strange feelings that I am?  And why is
this happening to us?

	Then, as if nothing happened, or maybe to hide his pleasure, the
boy once again powered my body to throw the ball, although this time it was
even worse than my first try.  The awkwardly breathing boy peeled himself
off of my body and swam around to face me.  He eyed me with great
concentration as if I didn't just feel his hard wiener against my bottom
while my eyes now had a difficult time looking into his.  "Well practice
makes perfect so I guess just keep working on Lessons one and two.  I need
to talk to coach about something so I'll probably see you later Vendor Boy.
Next week I'll teach you how to swim with the ball!  Ok...bye!"

	This boy was very confusing to me.  One second he was shoving his
hard wiener into my backside, and the next he was swimming away.  It was
like he was taunting me, only I don't think he knew he was.  Either way, I
would sadly have to wait until next week to pick up on our growing
friendship.  But then...I don't even know his name.  How can we be friends
if I don't know his name?  That'll be the first thing I'll ask him next
time.

	Knowing that the fun was over, I swam over to the deep end of the
pool to grab my towel where I dropped it, and went into the locker room to
change.  Once I walked inside I was amazed to see that there were a ton of
boys all getting ready for the next game.  I quickly scampered over to my
locker and pulled out my stuff, trying to get out of there as soon as
possible.  I didn't want to be in their way, but more importantly, I didn't
want them to see my growing wiener.  I had never had these feelings before,
or at least toward a boy other than the blonde one.  But then again, these
feelings were a bit different.  They seemed a little darker and a bit more
open and thoughts of endless possibilities floated around my mind.  As I
swiftly unsheathed my boyhood, I could not help but look around at all the
bulges and dangling wieners.  An overload of images and feelings flooded my
body.  I wanted to feel the smooth butt on the boy with the mole on his
chest.  I wanted to caress the stomach and nibble on the nipples of the boy
with numerous freckles scattered on his face.  I wanted to deeply rub the
inner thighs of the boy sitting on the bench.  I wanted to lick the long,
dark wiener of the young black boy who was laughing.  I wanted to walk over
to the small quiet boy in the corner, open up his legs, and suck on his
smooth hairless balls.

	Scared of my feelings, I threw on my clothes, packed my backpack,
and darted out the exit.  As I started my rather short journey home, terror
was still plaguing my pounding chest.  It felt like the feelings attacked
me and tried to get me to do things I know I'm not supposed to do.  How
come I am having these feelings?  I doubt any of those other boys have
feelings like that towards me.  But then, I do wonder if that black boy's
wiener tastes any different than the blonde boy's.  I shook my head in a
failed attempt to rid myself of the thought.

	"Hey Vendor Boy!"  I jumped as I carefully turned around to see the
fully dressed blonde boy rushing toward me.  He was all it took to put my
mind back at ease.  My heart rate immediately began pulsing at a regular
pace again and my thoughts focused in on him. "Hey man, do you live this
way?"

	"Yeah.  I'm on my way home."  I wasn't really looking forward to
going home though.

	"Really?  My house is right up here too.  Can I walk with you?"
That really sounded like a dumb question.  It's not like I had a choice in
the matter.  And even if I did, I would definitely not object.

	"Yeah, sure!"  This made me real happy.  There was nowhere else I'd
rather be than at his side.  And then I remembered.  "So what is your
name?"

	The boy looked at me weird and then kind of shocked.  "I never told
you my name?"  I shook my head. " Well its Sam.  And I'm gonna call you..."
He looked up at the sky as if god himself was going to speak to him.
"...Ven.  It's short for Vendor Boy."

	I kind of giggled and the thought.  "But that's not my real name."

	"Oh it's not?  That's a bummer because it's already been
decided...you're Ven."  I liked the thought of having a name that only he
would call me by.  It was kind of nice and somewhat sweet.  "So Ven, how
come you came to play waterpolo in trunks?  Don't you have a Speedo?"

	It was a rather sudden question, and one I felt stupid for
answering.  "No.  I didn't make the team so I never bought one."

	"Well you're gonna need one if you want me to keep giving you
lessons.  I'll tell you what."  I looked up into his eyes to hear the deal.
"I'll let you borrow one of mine until you can get one of your own...if you
want."

	"That sounds great!"  In reality I was dreading have to wear a
Speedo because it was so restricting, but because it would be his, I didn't
really mind.

	"Good, then I'll race you to my house."

	"But I don't even know where it-" Sam darted off the ground,
running like a Olympian.  His body seemed to flow through the air just as
perfectly as it did water.  From the beginning I knew I had no chance
beating him, but it was fun trying.  Eventually he stopped in front of a
beautiful two story house.  It was a light tan color with a white trim and
an awesome balcony that looked perfect for sleepovers.  I came panting up
to his feet.

	"Well come on in." Sam pushed open the door that he had time to
unlock while I was struggling to catch him.  As I stepped inside I was
welcomed by a sweet aroma.  It was Sam's smell, and I had fallen in love
with it.  "Come on.  I'll show you my room."  Sam led me down a hallway
full of doors, closets and family pictures showing Sam, what appeared to be
a younger brother, and his parents.  The smaller boy in the photo looked a
lot like a mini Sam but with chubby, rosy cheeks and a less confident look.

	It was apparent by the lack of motion and noise that we were home
alone.  Eventually, Sam turned into one of the open doorways and went
straight for a drawer.  "Let's see what we can find you."

	His room was amazing.  He had what looked like a forty inch
television screen in one corner that was connected to an assortment of
video games.  On the walls were painted images of space men, aliens,
rockets and planets while his bed resembled a rocket ship.  He had a
matching rocket dresser and a black desk with an expensive looking computer
on it.

	"Here we go.  Try this one on.  The bathroom is right over there."
Sam handed me a small wring of red as he pointed to a doorway.  He even had
his own bathroom?  That's crazy!

	"Thanks."  I walked inside and shut the door to begin stripping.  I
tore off my pants and shirt, followed by my briefs that had trained me for
this moment.  Now fully naked I gazed over my body in the mirror.  I have
to say that I am pretty handsome.  Excited, I slipped the thin wad over my
legs and placed it tightly around my privates.  I instantly felt safe
again.  Now looking in the mirror I felt proud, as if I now joined the
ranks of the cool kids at the pool.  Then I heard a muffled voice through
the door.

	"Come on out.  I wanna see if it fits you right."  I wasn't
expecting that, but it made sense.  I mean, I'm not sure if this is how
it's supposed to fit, though it felt pretty good.  Somewhat embarrassed
that Sam would basically get to see my privates, or their shape at least, I
opened the door to reveal myself to him.

	He stood there with a big smile on his face and he walked up to me.
"I'd say it looks pretty good."  I could tell he was staring at my slowly
growing bulge.  Just having him look at me was making me get a little
excited and I could already feel the tingly feelings begin to flood me
again.  I knew that I couldn't stand here for too long or else he would see
my wiener get big, and that would be really embarrassing.  "Let's see if
it's too tight."  Sam then reached down and placed two of his fingers on my
side and slipped them into the elastic to pull it out a little.  The
feeling of his voluntary bare skin on my own made me shiver.  "You're good
there."  Then, out of nowhere, he wrapped his arm around me and rubbed my
butt.  It was too late now, my wiener was already getting really hard.
"That's good too."  The boy looked me in the eyes and I saw no lust, but
instead an innocent curiosity that ignited a fire within me as his probing
hand cupped the tent of my crotch and gave it a light squeeze.  "Yep, it's
a perfect fit."  I couldn't help but let out a mild sigh as he gently
touched my privates.

	"Are you ok?"  He looked at me kind of concerned.

	"Yeah, it just felt really good when you touched me."

	"What?  You mean like this?"  Sam once again reached out and
squeezed my wiener with a sly smile on his face.  As I sighed again, I
couldn't help but close my eyes.  He giggled childishly.  What is this boy
doing?  I love it, but I why would he ever do this to me?  It was like he
is taunting me again, but this time he knew it.  As he continued to squeeze
my wiener he grabbed my hand with his own and placed it onto his now
bulging crotch.  Instantly, my eyes opened wide and I was shocked.  In my
hand I could feel the thick pulsing sensation of Sam's twelve year old
wiener.  Even though it was blocked by his underwear and jeans, I was on
top of the world.  I had been wanting this since the first time I saw him
and now I finally had it...but why was he letting me?  I gave him one small
lustful squeeze to be rewarded with a mild moan before I dropped the
question.

	"Sam...um...how come you're letting me do this?"  His youthful
smile turned into a somewhat uncomfortable laugh while he tried to explain
himself.

	"I...I dunno.  I thought it would be fun.  I thought you might want
to..."  His now unsure voice faded off.

	Afraid that maybe he could read my thoughts I questioned his
reasoning.  "Why would you think that I'd want to touch your wiener?"  My
voice was not angry or concerned, just curious so as not to make him any
more uncomfortable.

	Sam eyes shyly avoided mine.  He was clearly struggling with
something.  "Well, back in the pool I kind of had a strange feeling and I
wanted to grab your dick all of a sudden but I didn't know why."  My dick?
It must be another name for my wiener.  "But when you just came out of the
bathroom, the same feeling came back and I couldn't help myself.  I
thought...well I was hoping that maybe...you had the same feeling..."  He
got quiet and I was lost for words.  "I think that maybe I like you Ven..."

	"I like you too Sam."  I smiled at him, happy to have his
friendship.

	"No, I mean...I think I might, you know, like you..."  He lost me.
Do I not have his friendship?  Our hands dropped from each other's privates
and a rather uncomfortable feeling overtook us both.

	"What do you mean?  I don't under-"

	"Have you ever had that feeling around someone when they just make
you happy and you can't explain why?  You feel that you could spend all day
with them, even sitting on the couch in silence, and still have the best
day in the world.  And then when they touch you, you feel warm and loved.
It's like...ah never mind."  Sam lowered his head and turned around,
embarrassed.

	"-It's like you have a friend that will never leave your side and
always make you happy, even when you're sad."  Sam turned back around to
look at me straight in the eyes.  "Yeah I've had that feeling."

	"Well Ven, you give me that feeling.  I don't know why or how, but
you make me feel special and I think that I might like you."  Then, without
warning, Sam closed his eyes and pushed his face toward my own to gently
place his puffy lips upon mine.  As his arms wrapped around me, I melted
into him.  I could taste his sweet young boy flavor and smell his own scent
that I had come to love.  As our lips fused, I was in heaven and for a
moment I knew that in his arms was where I wanted to be forever.

	And then, suddenly, a spark shocked my brain.  This was wrong.
Boys weren't supposed to kiss other boys.  I thought he was my friend.  Why
would he kiss me?  Utterly disgusted, I pushed him away and my eyes told
him the pain and distaste that haunted my mind."What are you doing?"  I
couldn't help but half yell in the confusion of my mental conflict.

	"I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to- I'm sorry."  Tears started to swell
in the corner of his eyes like he knew that what he had just done to me was
wrong.  Not able to look at me any longer he turned around and threw
himself onto his bed, his crying face buried in a pile of rocket ship
pillows.  Scared and not knowing what else to do I ran into the bathroom
and locked myself inside.

	I too could not help but tear up.  I felt as if my mind was being
torn into five pieces and my heart into two.  Why had he just
done...that...to me?  Boy's aren't supposed to do that!  I know that it's
wrong and that mommy would hate me if she knew what I just did...but then,
why did my heart like it for a moment.  For a moment I liked it...no, I
liked him.  I loved the way he held me in his arms and the way his lips
pushed softly into mine.  I liked knowing that he felt the same way towards
me as I did towards him. But wait...everything he said...I knew exactly how
he felt because I felt that way towards him, or I still do.  I don't know
anymore...  I think that maybe Sam does like me.  But then, what he
described sounded more like what love is.  Maybe he loves me.  Maybe I
loved him touching my privates and maybe I loved kissing him.  Maybe I just
love...him.  And maybe that's what these confusing feeling are.  But I love
these feelings.  So maybe I love loving him.  But I don't want to love a
boy, yet I can't help it.  For the past week all I could think about was
Sam, and it has been great.  Just seeing him makes me happy.  I think that
maybe I do love him.  Would it be so bad?  As long as mom doesn't find out
I think that this might be a great summer.  Sam and I could really become
close friends, best friends, or even boyfriends.  I couldn't help but
chuckle at that thought.  A moment ago it would have disgusted me, but now
I think I know who I really am.  I am Sam's Ven, and I am in love with him.

	With much of the confusion eliminated, I stood happily to look the
new me in the mirror.  I was still unconfident in my decision in the long
run, but I knew that for right now, I made the right choice.  With the hope
of my new discovery at heart and determination in my eyes, I pushed my way
out of the bathroom door and raced over to the foot of Sam's limp body.  I
crawled up onto his bed to hover over him, grabbed his shoulders and turned
the lost boy over.  Small, damp streams flowed down his face from the shiny
red orbs that were unable to look at me.  Then, without a word I draped my
nearly naked body over him and threw my eager lips into his sorrowful
mouth.  I could taste the bitter salt from the painful tears that I caused
him through the sweet, perfect taste of the boy that I loved.  As we kissed
our tense muscles melted, fusing into one perfect being.  This amazing
blast of emotion was exactly what I needed to know that Sam is what I want
and who I need.  Happy as I'd ever been in my entire life, I briefly pulled
my lips from Sam's grasp to look him in the eyes, for he was breathless.  I
could sense the overwhelming joy and completion within them.  "I love you
Sam."

	With just that one simple phrase, a dam was broken inside of me.
It was the final piece and now I was a new me.  Waves and torrents of held
back feelings, thoughts, emotions, questions, answers, lusts and desires
all flooded into me at once and a powerful understanding overtook me.  Now
that the barrier had finally been shattered, I could begin to explore my
inappropriate desires that had been haunting me ever since I found him.

	The look in his eyes told me that he too was experiencing the same
elation that I was.  Knowing that he was now ready to join me on our
journey, I unleashed the overwhelming lust that slaved my body and
passionately burrowed my face into his.  I opened my mouth just enough to
intake his puffy lip and suckle the sweet juices that he would give me.  It
was soft yet firm and I lightly nibbled on it with my teeth.  Eager for
more of Sam I brought my hand up to the waistband of his jeans and ventured
into the depths of his shirt.  I reached around, feeling each inch of
smooth skin I could touch, being extra careful to make it tickle.
Obviously enjoying his torture, Sam's cute giggles were muffled by my lips.
Wow...I guess I think Sam is cute...  Making sure not to disconnect our
lips, I couldn't help but smile at the thought.  As I continued to explore
the valleys of his developing muscles, Sam's body involuntarily tried to
escape from my hold.  With his hands locked down under my arms he
helplessly raised his hips in an attempt free himself, only to greet us
both with the powerful newfound pleasure of two hard, young dicks grinding
together.  I couldn't help but fall limp onto him and let the intense
sexual wave overtake us as we moaned into each other.

	Nearly out of breath he struggled to communicate.  "Oh my
god...Ven...don't stop!"  I had never been allowed to say God's name in
vein like that, but I guess if anyone were to say it, now would be the time
and luckily for Sam, I had no intentions of stopping anytime soon.  Having
the pleasure resonate from our privates reminded me how beautiful Sam was
naked and stripping him quickly became my main goal.

	Now being fully revived from our amazing break, I decided to obey
my orders and drove my hips into the helpless boy beneath me, thrusting to
the beat of his joyous whimpers.  Fighting the paralyzing effect of the
rhythmic tingles, I pulled my chest off of the child beneath me, and begin
to strip him of his clothing.  Sam could do nothing to stop me for he was a
slave of my forced pleasures, though I'm sure he would not resist had he
the strength.  As his shirt pulled off of his head with a pop, I eyed his
rippling chest and the soft swells of muscles in his arms.  Continuing to
push myself against him, I ran a hand down his chest, watching each muscle
flex in a ticklish retaliation, mixing his whimpers with giggles.  Finally
I got down to his belly button and ran my finger inside.  It added no
sexual pleasure to our experience but it made my heart flutter to finally
achieve my fetish.  Then in what was presumably Sam's congratulation to my
achievement, he ground himself into me and our hips met together in mid
air.  The combination of our mixed forces brought me a stronger elation
than any I had had before.  Warmth pulsed throughout me while the deep
vibrations of Sam's moan gently massaged my body, and mine his.

	As amazingly enjoyable as it was, I had enough of our games.  It
was time now to see the splendor of Sam's naked body.  Now with more
determination than ever, I pulled off of him and sat between his legs.
Although I instantly missed the precious grinding of our dicks, I knew that
what was to come would be much better.  Taking this spare moment to rest,
Sam lied limp with his eyes closed and breath heavy.  Eagerly, I undid the
fake leather belt that held his jeans in place and threw it aside, not
caring where it went.  Then I undid the top button, quickly followed by the
zipper.  In a flash, I stripped the stiff pants off of his smooth legs,
threw them on the ground, and stared intently at the bobbing tent of Sam's
loose rubber ducky boxers.  It was the final barrier and I was ready to
break through.

	This was it.  With my eyes full of lust, I slipped my shaking
fingers into the waistband of his underwear and slid them down the lengths
of his legs and onto the floor, exposing his now public privates.

	He was just as beautiful as I remembered him.  His young dick, just
slightly larger than my own, pointed straight into the air as if just
waiting for me to grab on.  It looked smooth, yet muscular, and at the tip,
which was missing the skin, sat the thick mushroom-like head of his raging
wiener.  His hairless ball sack that sat beneath it clung fairly close to
his body and felt firm yet squishy, just as I had predicted.  It looked
slightly shriveled as if it could expand and was darker toned than the
surrounding Speedo tan.  I placed his jewels gently into the palm of my
hand and his sack fit perfectly.  I gave it a loving squeeze.  This sent a
shiver up Sam's spine and he gasped back to life.  His dick pulsed, making
it start bobbing back and forth again.  I took this as an invitation and
firmly wrapped my hand around Sam's boyhood, taking it captive.  Curious
that maybe the skin on his wiener could reach over the throbbing tip I
pulled it up.  I almost got it all the way up when Sam convulsed and
another deep moan rose from his chest.

	"Oh my god Ven!  Again."  Happy to bring my friend pleasure, I
answered his prayer and pulled down on his dick only to drive it back up
again.  "Please don't stop."  As I sat between Sam's legs pumping away on
his dick, I couldn't help but let my free hand and eyes glide around his
perfect body.  I could almost feel each wave of his euphoria pulse along my
fingertips which danced around his belly button. "Harder!"  His chest
rapidly rose up and down so that he would have enough air for his next
moan.  His hands tightly clenched the spaceman covers that his naked body
lied upon.  "Please Ven, faster!"  His face, not sure how to express the
perfect feeling, flashed emotions of pleasure, anger and sadness in order
to compensate.  With my hand hurriedly jacking Sam's youth, I could tell
that he would not last much longer.  Soon he would reach that final
explosion that I had felt for the first time in the stall of the locker
room last week, and in my bathroom at home every day since then.  But I
couldn't let that happen.  I wasn't done with him yet.

	While in the locker room earlier today I had the urge to lick the
black boy's dick to see what it would taste like.  The thought was
disgusting then but later I thought about comparing the taste to Sam's.
Now I was very curious, and there was only one way to find out.  I pulled
my hands from Sam's body to better position myself for my little
experiment.

	"Ven...why did you...stop?"  Still breathing heavily, Sam sat up to
find the answer to his question.  His eyes, no longer red, were groggy and
it took him a moment to focus.  I lied down on the lower portion of the bed
so that my face was a mere two inches from his yearning wiener.  Not
wanting to wait for his ok or for him to stop me, I lowered my mouth around
the throbbing head of his four inch pole and began to search it with my
tongue for the young boy flavor that I desired.  With the pleasure
returned, Sam instantly fell back onto his pillows, breathing to the beat
of my sucking.  With my nose buried into his skin, I could smell the
pleasant scent that was Sam.  It was sweet and tickled my nostrils.

	"Go up and down again.  That felt really-Oh."  At Sam's request I
swallowed the whole of his dick down the depths of my throat and
immediately found was I was looking for.  His chubby hardness was somehow
still expanding in my mouth.  I could feel each tiny vein that was being
held tight inside the skin of his dick slide up and down as I pumped him in
and out.  I closed my eyes to savor the angelic flavor that exploded in my
mouth.  Which each lapping of my tongue a new burst of sweet, pure Sam
caressed my taste buds.  It was a different flavor than I had expected but
that I could defiantly get used to.

	Sam was now back to moans and grunts as if he were a beast who was
feasting on the pleasures I was giving him.  Then, one groan proved
slightly longer than the rest.  I could feel a faint pulse go through his
wiener all the way to the top until a single drop of icing oozed into my
hungry mouth.  I had no idea what it was but it tasted mildly salty and
freshly amazing and I knew I needed more.  Driven by my new desire I began
to suck harder and faster than before.  Sam's body started to spasm wildly
and his hips thrusted up and down with me in order to shove his dick deeper
down my throat.  "Oh...Oh...Oh" More sweet juices pulsated from his wiener
urging me to suck faster and faster.  Sam was like a never ending fountain
of youth...although there was an end, and it was coming quick.  I brought
my eager hands up onto him and caressed his ticklish body all over, making
him giggle once more.  The juices were flowing quicker now.  My own dick
was throbbing painfully in my Speedo, begging for someone to hold it.
Ready to finish the final leg of our race, I gave it my all, sucking as
hard and deep as my twelve year old body could handle.  Had I opened my
eyes, my vision would have been a blur do to the amazing pace of our sexual
interactions.

	And then...Sam had reached his end.  His hips stopped their beating
rhythm and stayed high in the air, keeping his wiener in my throat.  This
time, instead of a small pulse, a thick throb raced through Sam's four
inches.  "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my goaahh..."  With one final burst,
Sam's dick unleashed its last juices into the lusty caves of my mouth.
Having his delicious love splash upon my tongue was all I could take.  As
if wanting to join the fun, my balls, tight within Sam's red Speedo, began
to wildly tingle and my mind was tossed into a world of perfect splendor.
No longer in control, my hips lurched forward into the softness of the bed
and the amazing numbness moved deep into my body and back out through my
shaking dick.  But his time was different.  This time I felt like I had to
pee, although I knew it was better.  I felt a smooth liquid shoot from my
wiener and into the stretchy barricade.  Unable to control my pleasure, my
mouth, still suckling my winnings, let out a loud high pitched moan.  While
us two lovers enjoyed the last tingles of our paradise and I the remnants
of Sam's sweet nectar, we softy fell back onto the bed, exhausted.

	When I finally found the strength, I inched up onto Sam and looked
him the eyes.  Our hearts, now touching, matched their beating.  I laid
quietly on top of him, and he on his rocket ship bed, both completely naked
besides the Speedo I was borrowing.  He looked deep into my eyes until he
found the breath to speak.  "I love you too Ven."  I knew he meant it.  I
lowered my lips the two inch distance between us and passionately kissed
him with the little energy I had left.

	"Sam...what are you doing?"

	I quickly pulled my mouth away from my boy and turned to look at
the doorway.  There stood a young Sam, wearing a backpack on his shoulder
and a very confused look on his face.  To be continued...


Thank you very much for reading.  I am sorry that it took me so long.  I
don't have much time to write.  I really hope that you enjoyed it.  Please
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