Date: Thu, 18 Jan 2007 20:30:33 -0800 (PST)
From: bob contreras <bleve001@yahoo.com>
Subject: Walter's Way  (YF)

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. While
the characters are based on my own life and times, the
sexual aspects of the story are simple fantasy. No
actual children were involved in the writing of this
story. This is my first ever submission, I hope it
makes the cut (or uncut, depending on your preferences :-)
Bleve001@yahoo.com


My 14th summer was as boring as the first 13 though I
can't honestly claim to remember the first two or
three. On this particular hot August afternoon I
decided to walk the downhill mile to Blue Balls
billiards and video arcade. The old guy (like 70 years
old) that worked there was rumored to be a pervert who
watched little girls in the bathroom.  Despite looking
like I was eleven I felt safe in this joint. After 9pm
it was 18 and older only but during the daytime kids
ruled the roost.

I had only walked a few blocks, mostly staring at my
feet, when I heard the unmistakable sound of
skateboard wheels rumbling down the asphalt behind me.
I turned to see Walter Erickson stepping off his board
about ten feet away. Walter was in seventh grade and
had a reputation as being kind of nuts. Not the
outgoing, prankster, sociable kind of nuts but
bonafide crazy. The talk of the schoolyard was that he
had spent time locked up in a special hospital for
kids that go crazy. I never asked him about it but
after talking to him once or twice I could certainly
imagine it was true and since he was built like a
junior construction worker, blond hair and big
muscles, I didn't really want to find out. I smiled a
simple smile of recognition as he walked by but was
met with a different reaction. His right hand rose to
chest level and his middle finger erected slowly and
purposefully, an angry bird glaring directly at me.

I could feel my pulse jump to the next level as my
mouth went dry as sand. Was he about the go crazy on
me? I knew we weren't friends but I at least thought
we were on a friendly basis with each other.  Despite
my hidden fear I managed to keep my voice in check
when I spoke, "what's that for?" I asked as we drew
even closer, now within four feet of each other. He
surprised me by flinching when I spoke. Could he be
scared of me? I was two years older but certainly no
larger than he was and he was the psycho one. He
lifted his skateboard like a bat and warned me if I
got any closer he was going to hit me with it. I
heeded his warning but asked him again, "Why are you
mad at me?"

His reply confused me a bunch. "Because you always
fuck with my head" was all he said. I wasn't sure how
to reply, he seemed sincere, as if somehow I had done
something that upset him but I had no idea what that
could be. I was the PE teacher's assistant at my
middle school and his was one of the classes I helped
out in. I knew this much about him, he wore very loose
boxer shorts and had big nuts and a fat wiener. Maybe
the biggest one I had seen on a kid who didn't have
any hair yet. Sure, there were a few ninth graders and
even some eight graders who looked like they were
seventeen and probably had to shave twice a week, but
Walter looked no older than his twelve years and from
the frequent glances I had taken liberty with, he
definitely didn't have any hair yet. To be honest, he
had been the subject of many fantasies during my
frequent stress relieving exercises. Okay, lets not
mince words, I jerked off incessantly to the hot boys
at my school and he was high up on the list.

For him to now be calling me out was scary, upsetting
and really shook me to the core. For the most part if
someone wanted to fight I was ready to go. I never
started them but always finished them but when it was
a boy I had the hots for, I just froze up and couldn't
fight. I could no longer hide the emotion in my voice
as I asked him, "what did I do? I never messed with
your head^Å what^Å what did I do" He lowered his
skateboard but still looked ready to lash out if I got
too close.
"You always stare at me, I see you staring at me and
when I look at you, you look away and pretend you
weren't but I know you stare at me. I'm not a fucking
freak ok?"
I was stunned^Å I was caught! It never occurred to me
that the kids' glances I gathered in my mind were ever
noticed by anyone. As usual I thought I was slicker
than I actually was. I wasn't sure how to proceed. I
realized he thought I was staring at him because of
the stories. It was really important to me to let him
know that wasn't the case but how could I possibly do
that without admitting the real reason I was staring
at him^Å Because he is hot! I started to explain at
least three times but couldn't come up with the right
words. Finally the stress took over and tears started
to slip out.

My eyes averted I started to speak from my heart "I
don't think you're a freak. I stare at you because^Å"
my voice trailing off. Walter's eyes widened, "Because
WHAT?" he screamed once again raising the skateboard
over his shoulder. I realized I might just leave this
encounter with a gash in my face but I decided to tell
Walter the truth, or at least a little bit of it. It
probably came out kinda mumbled but he knew what I
said. "I stare at you because I like you".

Walter's face grew frighteningly angry, I braced
myself for the impact of wood against my skull but it
didn't come. Instead came another verbal barrage that
increased the flow of tears even more. "STOP FUCKING
WITH ME!" he screamed, emotion squeezing from his
clenched teeth. "You don't know anything about me so
don't pretend to like me or feel sorry for me ok???"
Shit, he misunderstood me again. "No, I don't mean
like that. I mean^Å I mean I `LIKE' you".  I once again
braced for what surely a painful blow but instead he
lowered his skateboard and took a step towards me.

"What? You mean like you're gay or something?" Walter
sounded more puzzled than angry now. It was only a
slight relief. "yes, ok? Its not illegal you know."
Walter stepped closer, speaking quietly but harsher
than when he seemed about to attack me. "You better
not be fucking with my head, I swear I'll make you pay
for it if you're fucking with my head". I couldn't get
myself to look Walter in the eye though I could smell
his summer sweat now dripping down his temples and
coating his arms. "I'm not".

"Prove it."  What did Walter just say? What did he
mean prove it?  I looked into his face and he had a
determined look in his eyes. A different look than I
had ever seen. "Sit down on the ground" Walter ordered
sounding every bit as authoritative as a school
principal. "What? What do you mean? Sit on the ground,
right here in the street?" I asked. "You heard me, sit
down, right over here on the curb." We walked about 6
feet out of the street and I did as he said. I sat
down on the curb, bracing myself for an uncomfortable
conversation. Walter didn't sit down next to me as I
expected. Instead he stood in front of me and stepped
closer than I had ever been to him. He was within my
"personal space" though I really didn't mind that. I
was just confused as to where this was going.

"Open it" Walter whispered so softly I could barely
hear what he said.  "What? Open what?" I asked looking
into Walter's unrelenting gaze. I was beginning to
understand what he was asking me. He didn't answer
with words, instead he flicked his stare down at his
fly and then right back into my soul. "I^Å but^Å here?
In the middle of the street? What?"  "DO IT!" Walter
roared making me jump. "You said you "like" me, now
prove it."  It was a Tuesday afternoon and not a
single car had passed by during the entire encounter.
No bikes, nobody walking their dog, no joggers or
anything. All the housewives who might have been home
were probably busy watching Days of Our Lives on
television and not looking out their windows. I
hesitated a moment longer when Walter thrust his hips
a bit and looked back at me like a master ordering his
puppy dog to sit.

I thought this might just be the set-up of the
century, that as soon as I reached for his zipper he
was going to beat me senseless. I was in a submissive
position where I really couldn't defend myself but
then if he wanted to hurt me, he probably would have
smacked me with his skateboard ten minutes ago. I
reached timidly towards him waiting for him to pull
away or lash out but he held his ground as my fingers
reached their destination. I peeled the flap of his
Levis back and exposed the golden teeth that separated
me from the organ I had imagined a hundred times. I
was acutely tuned in to every sensation, every
movement and at the same time to the fact that I was
sitting on the curb of a residential city street in
broad daylight in the middle of the San Fernando
Valley!

My fingers stumbled a little as I straightened out the
metal clasp that locks in place when flat, generally
keeping zippers from falling down on their own. A
moment later the zipper clasp was erect and so was I.
I could feel every click as the clasp slid roughly
over the shiny metal teeth. It finally reached the
bottom and Walter hadn't brought his fist down on my
head yet. If not for the fact we were so visible, this
could have been a chapter of my many fantasies. I
completed Walter's directive, his zipper was now all
the way unzipped though I couldn't see anything but
the vertical smile of an open zipper with a flap of
blue jeans behind it. I looked back at Walter's face
and his determined look was unchanged.  "Take my dick
out" came Walter's next assignment. I was terrified a
car was going to pull up, probably either my mom or
someone I knew and screech to a stop, the driver
screaming at me. I was also excited beyond belief. If
he wasn't setting me up this was to be the greatest
moment of my life so far. I opened the snap at the top
of his jeans because I didn't want to scrape his dick
on the zipper trying to pull it through that small a
hole.

His boxers had a fly on them that ran nearly the whole
length, from the waistband all the way down to where
his balls would be hiding behind the striped white and
blue material. I looked in Walter's eyes once again,
he nodded as he took a deep breath and let it out
slowly. I reached inside the soft fabric and found a
tube of flesh that was anything but soft! The
thickness was what really caught my attention but the
length was memorable as well. I pulled Walter's hot,
sweaty dick from his pants and it sprang out like a
tree limb that had been bent against its will by a
twine that just snapped. It must have been five inches
long with a seductive upward curve that held it at a
45 degree angle from his body. My mind was running
wild with all the things I wanted to do but like an
asshole lifeguard blowing his whistle and screaming
"You! No Running!" a Volkswagen bug rounded the corner
and headed our way half a block up.  Walter
fortunately had a baggy shirt on he was able to
quickly pull over his hot throbbing wang before the
car got close enough to see what was going on. My
heart was racing and my own boner was crying in
desperation to get unstuck from the binding confines
of my OP shorts it was wrestling with.  My stupid
sense of humor, I almost socked him in the leg and
hollered "Punch buggy blue" but my sense of horny won
out and I kept my mouth shut^Å for the moment. Walter's
expression never altered, he was cool as a cucumber
while remaining hot as Adonis at twelve years old. His
next order came calm and intently as the others.
"Stick out your tongue", he said without missing a
beat. By this time I stopped questioning his sincerity
and complied like a good little boy. I opened my mouth
and stuck my tongue out as far as I could make it
stick though my eyes darted wildly, searching for
anyone that might be viewing this unlikely sexual
encounter.

Walter's right hand lifted his shirt just enough to
slip his left hand under it where his strong but soft
fingers grabbed his boner with the expertise of a
carpenter about to hammer wood. He stepped closer in
and before my eyes could focus on the incoming
missile, I felt smooth slippery skin sliding along the
front of my tongue which reported the flavor of salty
sweet to my brain. It was such a sensory overload I
felt myself getting dizzy. I thought I was going to
pass out. As deftly as Walter slid his hard-on back
and forth across my tongue a few times he had taken it
away, pulled it back in his boxers and carefully
zipped his pants up making sure those golden teeth
didn't bite into his engorged gorgeous member. Before
I could process the disappointment of having my dream
dick taken from my oral grasp, Walter had kicked his
skateboard out in front of him and started skating
away.  Once more I felt a tear start to rise when he
looked back and flatly hollered, "well, c'mon, what
are you waiting for?"

I jumped to my feet and started jogging behind Walter
Erickson as he gave and occasional right-footed push
along the way to his house a few blocks away. We
arrived at a one-story white stucco house typical of
the San Fernando Valley. There were overgrown bushes
and some garbage spilled over the top of three beaten
aluminum cans without lids, a trashed bicycle and the
mailbox looked like the next breeze would send it off
its crooked wooden perch but I wasn't looking to buy
the place. Walter led us into the back yard where a
sliding door was slightly open. We wandered inside
where the unkempt status outside continued seamlessly.
Laundry in the hallways which I couldn't tell if it
was clean or dirty, mail piled up on counters, a
kitchen garbage can overloaded and smelling a bit like
old cat food but still I didn't care. I was hoping,
perhaps even praying we would start up where we left
off just minutes before. Walter kicked off his shoes
and headed into the last bedroom on the right. It
appeared to be the only room in the house that had any
semblance of order to it. It was Walter's bedroom. It
was pretty plain, no posters or pictures on the wall.
A bookshelf with his clothes folded neatly on it and a
plastic hamper in the corner with no more than a day's
worth of dirty clothes. In the middle of the room was
a wooden bed with short posts sticking up a foot off
each corner of the headboard and footboard. Walter
pulled the drapes closed and told me to sit down on
his bed. My heartbeat immediately resumed its
exaggerated pace from ten minutes before but Walter
turned away and bounded out of the room.

When he returned five minutes later he had several
items with him. A purple karate belt, a thin white bed
sheet, a pillow case and two pieces of rope about 4
feet long each. Walter resumed his school principal
voice of authority when he spoke. He was carefully
folding the pillowcase lengthwise as he sternly
ordered me to take off my shoes  and lay down on his
bed. I did as he said, though a little bit of my
earlier fear returned. What if he re3ally was a
psycho? I was in his dark room where no one could hear
me scream. He could cut me into little pieces and
scatter me in the field if he wanted but I did my best
to keep those thoughts at bay. The taste of his hot
sweet boner was still roiling around my mouth and that
was a persuasive force. The folded pillow case, it
turns out, was a makeshift blindfold. Walter wrapped
it over my eyes and then used some kind of duct tape
to hold it around the back of my head. The fear
started growing again as I felt him tying first the
karate belt, and then the bed sheet around my wrists.
A little shuffling above my head led me to think he
was tying the other ends to the bed posts. As the
wrist restraints tightened my suspicion was confirmed.
I gave up and decided to let fate run its course as I
suddenly felt Walter's fingers undoing my shorts and
zipper. He roughly pulled them down to my ankles. I
suppose it was kindness that he used the bunched
shorts material around my ankles to tie the ropes
around so they didn't cut into my skin because he sure
did pull them tight. I had played with friends before
where we tied each other up but I was always able to
escape. I tested these restraints and realized Walter
meant business. There was no way I was going to escape
these ties that bound me. I lay there for a moment
blindfolded like a giant X on the bed. My mind was
fearful but my body must have liked it because I could
feel my briefs stretching to contain my excited dick.

No words were spoken over the next 25 minutes. I could
hear the sound of Walter removing his clothes. I could
hear his breathing, deep and purposeful. I could hear
soft footsteps, barefeet on carpet padding towards me.
I felt the bed tilt gently to the left as Walter
joined me and crawled over me and straddled my chest.
I strained to see under the blindfold but alas, no
visions were available. From here on out it was touch,
sound, smell and taste.  Walter rose off me
momentarily and I felt the bed tilt to the left, He
was reaching for something.  As Walter's weight
shifted back directly over me I heard the familiar
click of a lock-back knife snapping into the open
position. Just as my brain filled with fear as I felt
the cold metal blade slide along my throat. Despite
the mental image of my throat being slit wide open, my
body remained calm. The blade moved away from my skin
and I simultaneously heard the sound of ripping cotton
and the pull of my shirt being sliced off my chest.
The momentary chill of cold air on my naked hairless
torso was quickly replaced by the warmth and weight of
Walter's hot butt sitting directly over my chest, his
knees near my ears and his shins pinning my armpits to
the bed.

There was a slow, steady movement of hot butt-cheeks
sliding along my chest that distracted me from the
obvious appendage coming my way. I gasped as I felt
the delicious burning hot boy-dick press down across
both lips and force my nose upwards. There were a few
rhythmic thrusts that mixed the smells of penis, balls
and a not unpleasant musk coming from Walter's perfect
ass. He was apparently a very clean boy.  I relaxed
into the moment as Walter probed my face with his
erection. He rubbed it on my cheeks, along my lips, in
small circles around my nose and eventually pressed
the throbbing head of his cock full force against my
lips. At first I held them closed, just enjoying the
thrust of his weight against my flattening mouth and
when I could no longer resist the mounting force, I
let my tongue slip out to intercept its eager visitor.
I swear I felt Walters dick grow half an inch in that
warm wet greeting, he let out another long breath.
Unable to hold back the expanding probe, my tongue
submitted to the inevitable passage of Walters hot
moist meat sliding over it and forcing my jaws apart.
>From my curious wanderings through playboy magazines I
knew to curl my lips over my teeth, protecting the
tender payload from any unpleasantries during its
journey down my oral-pharynx.  As my mouth negotiated
with Walters graceful tool, I could feel his weight
shift so he was no longer pressing his butt on my
chest. His knees were now spread wide of my ears and
his warm, delectable balls were sliding over my chin.
He had positioned himself directly over my mouth, my
head tilted back a bit as he fucked me firmly but with
due regard. Just enough weight on me that I knew who
was boss but gentle enough that I never once gagged
not struggled for breath. If I could have freed my
hands I'm certain I would have jerked myself off as
the lack of attention to my own dick was driving me
crazy. Each thrust of Walters perfect hips seemed to
increase the girth of his cock as it probed ever
deeper into the back of my throat. It's a miracle he
didn't orgasm as I had been sucking his amazing boner
for at least 12 minutes. Just as I thought he was
about to come he pulled his penis from my mouth. I
didn't want to let it go but didn't have any choice in
the matter.

Still in the dark, literally and figuratively, all I
could do is wait for what might happen next. And what
happened next was well worth the wait. I felt Walter
move off the bed and heard him rummaging around his
room. I don't know if Walter is crazy but I do know
one thing for sure, he IS creative! And I love that
about him. My legs were untied and the shorts he had
used to pad my legs from the ropes were removed in one
quick yank. A moment later he was back on the bed with
me. I felt my white fruit of the loom briefs yanked
rapidly down with just enough care to avoid bending my
lonely hard-on in the wrong direction. Next Walter
bent my legs towards my head, managing to lift my butt
high enough off the bed to slide a pillow under my
lower back. He folded my legs so my feet were flat on
the bed and my knees were angled off to each side,
kinda like a frog.  Walter worked his way up close and
stated rubbing his sticky, hot rod all over my own
erection causing us both to moan. I could feel that he
was larger than me despite being two years younger.

There was a brief pause as Walter sat up on his knees
for a moment. There was a sound of spitting and then
Walters wet slippery fingers were rubbing all over my
butthole. It felt good, very stimulating and then I
felt a very large finger probing my hole. He pressed
his dick into my hole while at the same time he
grabbed my hips and pulled me back towards him. It
took me a few seconds to relax enough for his large
preteen cock to slide past my sphincter but once it
was inside me he worked it gently but firmly all the
way in me. It was the most amazing feeling, all that
heat radiating within me. After a few gentle thrusts
Walter eased his body forwards until he was laying on
top of me, screwing me chest to chest. I could taste
his breath and knew our lips were mere inches apart
momentarily. The next second I felt Walters tongue and
lips pressed against mine. As he thrust his horny
member as far inside me as he could make it go his
tongue was mimicking the motion in my mouth. Walter's
hands rubbed my hairless armpits, down my ribs and
back again. Then they locked behind my head as his
thrusts became more rhythmic. Each time his cock poked
into my boy-hole it made my own dick rub against his
bald pubic mound until I just couldn't hold back
anymore. I reached both my legs around his thighs and
gripped him closer to me, meshing our mouths and
impaling myself on his fully engorged dick and at the
same time spilling over with the pleasure of my own
dick rubbing his belly as suddenly we both exploded in
final ecstasy in perfect synchronization.  Even though
he didn't shoot any sperm, It felt almost as if he
came so much and so hard up my ass it shot through my
own dick making the skin contact between us slide like
oil. Seven juicy thrusts and we were both spent.
Walter slipped his mouth off of mine and moved it to
my ear. While his dick was still inside me he broke
the silence whispering three simple words. "I trust
you"

Copyright Bleve January 18, 2007