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Lawn boy, part 3/3
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[Lawn boy, part 3/3]
"Oh, yeah," I assured him. "Why don't you tell me some more about you and
Uncle Jerry while you jack me off? That will really get me going."
"Like what?"
"How about the first time? Not when you were a baby, I mean when you started
doing it for real."
"OK," he said. "I told you he blew me those couple of times when I was
little,
but then the summer when I was seven and he was seventeen my Mom and Dad
hired
him to babysit me every day while they were at work. He just moved into our
house and it was his summer job to take care of me. He says he was horny for
me right from the start, but it was at least a few weeks I think before
anything happened.
"One day it was real hot and I was only wearing a pair of shorts. I was
sitting at the picnic table on our back deck painting a picture with
watercolor
paints and I knocked the paint jar over and got it all over myself and the
table and everything. It went right in my lap, you know, and got all over my
dick and everything. Boy did it feel weird! So Uncle Jerry comes running
over
and he's yelling and swearing and all mad and everything, but then he calms
down and he says he's not mad at me and accidents happen and that kind of
stuff. Then he says we have to get the paint off of me before it dries.
"He looked around and found this old towel my Mom had hanging over the deck
rail to dry, so he wrapped me up in the towel and picked me up and carried me
into the house up to my parents' bathroom, I guess because it's the biggest.
He stood me next to the bathtub and said to take off my shorts, but I didn't
want to touch them because they had paint all over them, which was really
dumb
since I had paint all over me already, anyway. So he pulled my shorts down
and
helped me step out of them and threw them into the bathtub, then he pulled my
underpants down and threw them into the tub, too.
"So there I was with my dick and balls all covered with blue paint. He ran
the
bath water and helped me get into the tub, which was kind of hard for me
because it's a big whirlpool tub and I was pretty short for seven. He sat me
in the water and kneeled down on the floor to wash me, but it wasn't working
because the sides of the tub were too high. He tried to sit on the edge of
the
tub but that didn't work good, either, 'cause it was hard to use two hands.
So
finally he said, 'Fuck it!' and took all his clothes off and climbed right in
the tub with me.
"I remember looking at his big hairy dick. I thought it was so cool, and I
knew I wanted to touch it but I didn't dare. And then he washed me, and I
really liked how his fingers felt rubbing the soap all over my dick. I got a
big boner right away, and I was all embarrassed because of it until I noticed
that his dick was getting big too! He kept washing me and washing me and his
dick kept getting bigger and fatter and longer. It was so funny because the
water was all blue from the paint and his big pink boner was sticking up out
of
the blue water.
"Then he said something like, 'Stand up so I can see if you're clean yet,'
and
I didn't want to because then he would stop washing my dick and I liked it.
But finally he got me to stand up and I stood there in front of him with my
hard little wiener sticking out and he said 'I can't stand it any more!' and
he
leaned forward and put his mouth right on my dick!
"I couldn't believe he did it, but I liked it a hundred times better than
washing. He sucked a few minutes and reached up and played with my balls and
squeezed my butt. Then he pulled back off my dick and looked up at me, and I
just said 'Don't stop, Uncle Jerry! Do it more!'"
I was getting pretty close to coming and Joey knew it. He never stopped
jacking or talking, but he began to slowly slide down the bed to bring his
pretty face to the level of my cock.
"Uncle Jerry hopped out of the tub and lifted me out too, splashing blue bath
water all over the bathroom floor. He laid me down on my back right on the
bath mat, which was soaking wet. Then he dove right down and started sucking
my dick like crazy! I never even played with myself back then, so I never
even
knew how good your dick can feel. But I sure knew I liked it when Uncle
Jerry
sucked it. And man, he sucked it for a long time!"
I was reaching the edge, the image filling my mind of a beautiful seven-year-
old lying on that wet bathroom floor with his hot teenage uncle bobbing up
and
down on that sweet, stiff little wiener, even as the glorious sensations of
that same gorgeous boy's small hand wrapped around my big cock vied for my
attention. Two more strokes would get me there.
Just then I was surprised and delighted to feel Joey's small, warm, slick
mouth
close over the very head of my sensitive dick. The total package was too
much
for me: The boy's delicate fingers still stroked the shaft all the way from
the base to the crown, where his soft lips were tightly gripping me.
Somewhere
in the back of my brain I was aware that he was lying on top of me, the touch
of his soft chest and belly electrifying my thighs and legs. And farther
down,
I registered the prod of his small, steel-hard penis rubbing against my calf.
I began to spurt into his hungry, sucking, swallowing mouth. For a
microsecond
I thought of the only other boy who had ever swallowed my load, a hustler who
demanded $100 for the service, but then once again there was no one in the
universe but me and my Joey. I jetted another wave of semen against the roof
of Joey's young mouth, and silently praised Uncle Jerry to the heavens for
sending me this incredible boy. Then I bucked once more and released the
last
dribbles of my seed for my tiny lover to taste, and found myself hating Uncle
Jerry, fiercely jealous of and angry at the man who had six beautiful years
with this loving, giving, sensual boy and then abandoned him for something as
stupid as a job. I would never leave this boy for a job, I thought, then
realized how stupid that statement was coming from a married man who had
"renounced" boy-love. At that moment, though, I probably would have left my
wife for Joey.
The boy continued to hold my rapidly deflating cock between his lips, his
fingers milking the last of my juice from its length. He finally released it
and let it flop wetly against my belly, smiling wickedly at me as he climbed
up
my body and melted into my embrace. Without a word we kissed deeply, and as
his aggressive tongue pushed into my mouth I realized he was passing me a
small
amount of my own semen. Our tongues swirled around each other and we shared
the sperm like blood brothers mingling their blood. His stiff young dick
prodded urgently into my stomach and his tongue traced the ridges of my
teeth.
I looked into his deep brown eyes and saw complete acceptance, and I realized
he had decided I was to be his next lover. I was flattered, but not sure I
was
ready for a full-fledged extramarital affair. His youth was not the issue,
my
wedding vows were. Then I felt him grind his hips against me lustily and
knew
my vows would finish this race a distant second.
He humped against my belly with increasing heat, and broke our kiss long
enough
to say, "I love your hot sperm! I wish you could fill my stomach with it and
have enough left over to cover me from head to toe."
Jesus, I thought. I couldn't recall a 13-year-old so hot for semen. I
finally
asked him, "How did you get so hot for sperm, Joey?"
The boy never slowed his humping, and punctuated his speech with kisses all
over my face and neck. "That first time - Uncle Jerry blew me - in the
bathroom - after he sucked - a long time - and made me have - my first cum -
he
laid on top of me - and rubbed his dick on my tummy - and kissed me on my
mouth - and humped and humped - and shot his sperm - all over my chest - and
my
face - and in my hair - and in my mouth."
Joey kissed me very deeply for long seconds, then pulled back and suddenly
stopped humping, looking me in the eye.
"He told me that when a grown man comes it means he has had the best pleasure
he can have, and that I was very special for giving him so much pleasure.
Then
he told me for the first time ever that he loved me, and I loved him back so
much I wanted to give him the best kind of pleasure over and over again. And
I wasn't happy until he shot his sperm for me, so that I knew he got the best
kind of pleasure. Then a couple of weeks later when I starting blowing him,
too, it just seemed natural to blow him until he came. So now I love sperm
on
my body and in my mouth, too. That's why I didn't much like doing it with
those other kids. Only one even had any sperm, and it was so thin and watery
it didn't even taste like sperm, and there was hardly any of it." He tried
that wicked, Jack Nicholson look again and said, "If I had my way you'd
squirt
about another gallon of it all over me right now."
"Whoa," I laughed. "I'm good, but I'm not that good!"
Joey looked at me somewhat wistfully. "I've really got a super hard boner
again," he said. "Do you maybe wanna suck it some more? Or are you too
tired?"
I hated to admit that I was pretty wiped out. Two massive orgasms in less
than
an hour had taken a toll, but Joey had had two of the biggest ones of his
young
life and here he was raring to go again. Of course, that's the difference
between thirteen and thirty-six. He looked so winsome, and his stiff young
cock felt so hot pressed against me, that my willing spirit outvoted my weak
flesh and I grinned down at him in assent.
I surprised him by lifting him bodily by the hips and moving his ninety
pounds
easily into position, knees astride my head, nearly sitting on my chest with
his soft, hairless balls tickling my collarbone and his short pink throbber
aiming skyward just inches from my waiting mouth. I licked the underside of
the quivering member from the softness of the scrotum to the tautness of the
small purplish-pink head, and heard him suck in his breath at the contact. I
tickled his burning dick tip with the wet tip of my tongue, and could almost
hear a sizzle. I ran my tongue back and forth through his tiny slit, wishing
I
could get inside his gorgeous body somehow and experience him from within.
This thought made me recall Joey's comment about cleaning himself in case I
enjoyed certain things, and I realized I could indeed get inside him at least
a
little.
Again I moved his weight easily, and though he protested a bit he allowed me
to
position him on his back, a big pillow under his lower back. I took his
boner
into my mouth completely, knowing he had been waiting what must have seemed a
long time, and sucked hard for a few seconds, then gave him about ten of
those
curled-tongue pumps he loved so much. I felt his body stiffen and I was
afraid
for a second that he would reach his orgasm so quickly we'd never get on to
other things. I was relieved when he settled back down and simply muttered,
"God that felt good!" I settled in to some slower, more leisurely sucking,
pausing at the top of a slow pump to lick around the hot dickhead, or at the
bottom to swirl my tongue around the base of his stiff little prick.
Sometimes
I opened my mouth wide and sucked his sweet, hairless balls into my mouth as
well, gently pulling at the jellied orbs in their soft sack. This was
designed
to be a long, slow, comfortable blow job, the kind I had kept up on willing
boys for an hour at a time in my boylover heyday. This had the desired
effect,
getting Joey hotter and hotter but not quite taking him to the precipice.
At the top of one pump when only his small cockhead was between my lips I
slipped my index finger into my mouth and wet it with saliva. I don't think
Joey even noticed this, but he realized something was happening when I lifted
his beautiful, thin legs over my shoulders and, still sucking his cock, began
to trace concentric circles around the tiny brownish pucker of his anus. He
tensed reflexively, then immediately willed his sphincter to relax to allow
my
finger entrance to his hottest portal. I worked my fingertip inside gently,
hearing him grunt slightly as the well-remembered but lately unfamiliar
sensations coursed through him.
"More spit," he ordered, as my finger stalled with about a centimeter less
than
my first knuckle impaling him. I withdrew the digit long enough to slick it
up
again, then reinserted it to its recent depth and beyond with relative ease.
At the second knuckle it stalled again, and Joey moaned, "Man, you've got a
big
pinky finger!"
I had completely forgotten that Uncle Jerry used his smallest finger when
playing this game, and realized that I was opening Joey's tiny bunghole wider
than it had ever been before. I decided he needed a respite from this anal
remodeling, and in one quick move slid my hungry mouth from his achingly hard
prick to his newly stretched asshole, replacing my finger with my probing
tongue without ever letting the small orifice close completely. Joey cried
out and I felt the tight ring of his anus clamp around my tongue, but then he
forced himself to relax and soon he was opening wider and wider to
accommodate
my slick tongue. It was obvious the boy enjoyed being rimmed much more than
the fingering, and the wider he opened the more convinced I became that, with
the proper care and a lot of lubrication, this boy could easily take an
average
man's cock. Since this described mine to perfection, I resolved to someday
take Joey to the next plane of man/boy love, to a place even Uncle Jerry had
never taken him. But not today.
Today I contented myself with exploring his young tushie with my senses of
taste, smell and touch. In our current position my face was as intimate with
his body as possible. My tongue, of course, was thrust so fully up his
rubbery
hole that it ached with the strain of keeping it there. His musky taste was
all boy, something I now realized I had missed over the recent boyless years.
True to his word he was clean as a whistle, and I pictured him in the shower
just hours ago with a soapy finger up his own butt past the second knuckle,
undoubtedly enjoying the preparation almost as much as the actual event. My
upper lip crushed against his tender perineum with its peculiar ridge of skin
leading up to bisect his pretty nut sack, and my lower lip felt the taut skin
across the blunt hardness of his tailbone. I realized suddenly we were
"dancing cheek to cheek", as the soft hemispheres of his ass were chafed red
by
the rough five o'clock shadow on my face.
His silken testicles draped over the bridge of my nose, leaving me inhaling
his
sweet boy odor at its source and allowing me to examine his hairless scrotum
at
extremely close range, marveling and yet dismaying at the tiny portals from
which someday soon the first silky hairs would sprout, beginning the
transition
of this beautiful boy from sheer perfection into something about as arousing
as
an Alpo commercial. I decided not to dwell on that inevitable future, but
focus on the wonderful present.
Beyond the sweet-smelling little balls, of course, was the proud boy cock,
standing rigid in the flat slope of his white, hairless pubes, still slick
and
shiny with my saliva. It rose and fell deliciously with his now-heavy
breathing, it's blunt head pulsing with every beat of his strong young heart.
Further up his soft, slender torso were the pointed cones of his little
titties, brownish-pink against the darker brown of his nickel-sized aureole,
like little volcanic islands in the fresh pink sea of his gossamer-soft
chest.
I could almost see the electricity emanating from those small points, as the
thousands of nerve endings only microns from the surface stood ready to
transmit bolts of erotic pleasure directly into his brain. Joey had shown
already that he was very sensitive in the nipples, and I wondered if it would
be possible to bring him to orgasm by stimulating only them. That idea went
on
my mental list of future plans as well.
Then beyond the soft roundness of his undeveloped shoulders I saw his
beautiful
face with its beatific expression of pure pleasure. His eyes were tightly
closed as he concentrated on the hot, wet, invading presence inside his most
private part. I flicked my tongue rapidly against his anal wall just to see
if
it would register on his perfect features, and I was rewarded with a soft
moan
and a flicker of a new expression of even greater enjoyment, if that was
possible, as though the pleasure meter had gone off the scale for a moment.
I decided it was time to send him over, relishing my role as Keeper of the
Orgasm. I had the power to make it happen for him, which for me was the
greatest pleasure of them all. With one hand I began to jack his small, hot,
pounding cock, holding it tenderly between my thumb and two fingers and
sliding
the tight skin up and down, loving the feel of the kind of stiffness only
youth
can manage, and remembering the deep dark past when my own prepubescent cock
had felt like this. He began to whimper slightly, and he moved his hips in
rhythm with my stroking fingers and my probing tongue. With the other hand I
reached up to one of those sensitive nipples, and sensing the exact moment
when
my other stimulations had the boy nearing his peak, I suddenly took that
erect
nip between my thumb and forefinger and gave it a gentle twist.
The orgasm flooded through his small body. Joey cried out in his passion,
and
I felt his surge of pleasure ripple from one muscle to the next. His
sphincter
gripped my tongue like a noose and his buns wrenched down on my face as he
came. I could feel his tiny balls contracting over and over in a cadence
programmed long before his birth, as he pushed his cock upward against my
still-stroking fingers, heeding the most basic call of nature. He thrashed
his
upper body against the bed, and his long, slim legs beat a counterpoint
against
my back. Just as it seemed to subside, I forced my tongue deeper through the
tightened ring of his asshole and he was off again on a new wave of orgasm,
this one peaking not quite as strongly as the first. Then as that wave
crashed
on the shore I gave his nipple another, stronger pinch, and his third orgasm
washed through, not nearly as intense, and he rode this one to its gentle
finish and collapsed, limp and exhausted.
I backed away and gently eased his legs down to the bed. Joey lay there,
eyes
closed, chest heaving, arms flung wildly in whatever position they happened
to
be in when he came down from his glorious crest. Every few seconds his whole
body twitched with an aftershock of his tremendous orgasm, and he moaned with
pleasure each time. I had never seen anyone as beautiful in my life, and I
realized I had fallen for him hard. I reached over to pet his beautiful
hairless thigh, just because I wanted, perhaps needed, to make contact with
my
new young lover, but he pushed my hand away. "Don't touch me! Please...I
can't stand it! I'm too sensitive." So I contented myself for the next five
minutes with lying there inches from him, gazing upon his beauty and thanking
God for him, until his eyes came dreamily open and he grinned up at me. He
reached out to me, inviting me into an embrace, and I happily rolled into his
little arms. We kissed, not like new lovers, but like old lovers.
"I know it's crazy," I said. "We hardly knew each other an hour ago. But I
know it's true." I looked so deeply into his eyes I could see his beautiful
soul. "I love you, Joey."
The boy beamed back at me, looking utterly happy. "I love you, too, uh -"
His
smile turned to a look of confusion, then we both broke up in laughter as we
simultaneously realized my little lover didn't know my first name!
"Bill," I said between guffaws. "My name is Bill."
"I love you, Bill," Joey said, and kissed me again. And after we had laid
there another couple of minutes doing nothing but enjoy each other's
closeness,
he said, "Would you mind if I called you Uncle Bill? Just in private, I
mean."
"Private, public, whatever you want my love," I said. "Call me Fido if you
want to, just so you keep on loving me."
"Here boy!" Joey said, giggling. "Fetch the bone!" he said, throwing his
legs
open to reveal the young cock that had miraculously stiffened yet again. Oh,
to have the stamina of a boy!
Time was running short, though, and it wouldn't do to have my wife walk in on
me and my new little lover on our very first tryst. We climbed into the
shower
together, and I passed a wonderful fifteen minutes cleaning my own fluids
from
his smooth, soft skin and, yes, kneeling before him sucking that wonderful
little cock again as the warm water cascaded off his flat belly and into my
face. Neither of us came this last time, and Joey's dick was still pounding
hard when he finally hid it from my view inside his tiny underpants.
I never wanted him to leave, but of course he had to. Hugging tightly in the
foyer, kissing good-bye, neither of us could bring ourselves to break the
embrace. He finally said he would only go if I promised he could come back
the
very next day, and I said I'd count the hours. I stood in the doorway
watching
him walk down the sidewalk to the corner, where he turned and smiled at me
before disappearing behind the neighbors' hedge. I stood there long moments
before I could move. Then I pushed the big oak door closed with some
difficulty, due to the tight weatherstripping I was always meaning to
replace.
THE END
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